Terror

April 21st, 2006 21:34 hundred hours

It was a warm, sunny day, everypony had just come out of their trucks to look at the world around them. The desert was lifeless everywhere except for a small town to their north. In one truck Pinkie Pie, AppleJack, Fluttershy and Twilight came out of the truck. Then out of a small jeep came Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Dash and Rarity had known each other for a few weeks but were still fairly new to the marines. They came toward the truck to greet the new recruits (even though they were just recruits with severe ego inflation).

"Hey, my name's Rainbow dash and this is Rarity, we're going to help you all get settled in,"

"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! It's nice to meet you Rainbow Grass!" said Pinkie, shaking Dash's hand almost hard enough to rip it off.

"Yeah... hi... well, the rest of you... go to Barrack-19, we'll give info shortly after," said Dash. They went over to the room which had exactly six bunks. It wasn't very special, but there was a bed with a couple of Delta Air Force posters scattered on the walls.

"We're sleeping here?" asked Applejack.

"Yep, it's getting late, girls, so rest up,"

                                                                                                                -5:21 Hundred Hours-

"SHIT, I'M GETTIN' LIT UP OVER HERE!!!" yelled a marine, getting shot in the head. Infamous Al-Qaeda forces pushed through the gates and shot up the whole area. Horns wailed and the whole base had bullets zipping through the air. It woke all 6 of the girls.

"DASH, GET YOU AND YOUR SQUAD TO THE DAMN CHOPPERS NOW!!!" Yelled Lieutenant General Luna on the radio. They immediately put on their clothing and ran to the transport helicopter. Pinkie ran to the mounted machine gun, ready to shoot.

"This might not be so bad... maybe it's friendly fire, right?" asked dash starting the chopper.

"No... this must be far more... sinister,"

"almawt lil'amirkiiyn," said an Al-Qaeda member with an AK-47. He shot at the helicopter and the bullets hit the helicopter, ricocheting off and going through part of Pinkie's Ear. The pain was like getting and ear piercing, except it, had a slight burning sensation. Pinkie jumped back and held her hand over her ear.

"Ya'll OK, Pinkie?" asked Apple Jack.

"Yeah... just really sudden," said Pinkie grabbing the MINI Gun. She Shot burning lead at the terrorist, breaking his skull into shards and literally cutting through him. The ground behind him was a thick, red mud with bits of meat and bone. She kept shooting at the others outside the base, not stopping for anything.

"PINKIE, HEY... Pinkie, you're gonna overheat your barrels, c'mon, you're just wastin' ammo now," said Apple Jack.

"Bravo-15, find somewhere to land, where you're going, you won't have a chance to," said Luna on the radio.

"Luna what the fuck is going on?" asked Dash.

"If you must know, we have intel on where we can find the location of Osama Bin Laden and you're going on foot; it's only 16 klicks away from your position,"

"Understood, ma'am," said Dash, landing the chopper on a flat patch of land in the middle of the land. Everypony jumped out.

"Apple Jack, You're so lucky, you have all of the light gear," said Pinkie.

"Actually, you're the lucky one, y'all got all that armor and shit while ah got a vest, pads, and a helmet."

"Will you two save your breath? we need to run about ten miles after that we can find some decent cover and argue about whatever you want," said Rainbow Dash. And so they walked and they walked. It was a painful process. It was hot and they were wearing heavy clothing. They could feel how much they weighed decrease as the drink more water. When they finally reached their destination, they were exhausted. They collapsed and were too tired to move. the sun was still beating down on them and they were still hot.

"'arahum!"

"What?" asked Pinkie. The lead of an RPD came down onto the squad. There was nothing they could do.

"Ah'm gonna swing around and take em' out. Cover mah six, ya hear?"

"Yeah, we got you," said Dashie. Apple Jack ran between cover, going wall-to-wall. eventually, they simply heard...

"alqunbulat ealaa washk alainfijar," Apple Jack saw one come out with an AK-47 with a collapsible stock (not an AKS-74u).

I'm so fucking tired of how dumb you guys can be. SEE THAT??? You may be thinking: "Dude, calm the fuck down, it's just a gun,"