Diary of Pvt. Nimble Whistle of the Royal Equestrian Guard
Diary Entry #1 - Monday 13/05/2232
Hi there. I am Private Nimble Whistle, part of the Royal Guard, 2nd Logistical Battalion, 1st Regiment, 4th Division. I have served in the Royal Guard for about 3 months now, and so far, it is not quite what I expected. I thought that I would help protect my country, and that I would be a hero. Turns out, that's all just to get ponies to join the military. If they told me that all I'd be doing was carrying around supplies for others, I would have seriously reconsidered singin up.
Yup, that's right, I'm a supply-pony. That means that my role is to carry around ammunition and equipment from A to B, and sometimes to C. They're never really clear where exactly they want all that stuff to be, but as long as the troops at the walls have stuff to shoot with, they seem to be happy.
Today's a monday, the 13th of May actually, and it's currently about 14:00. We've been under attack by the changelings for a few months now, 4 to be exact, and no matter how many of those creepy little things we blow up, they still come back. They're like zomponies, only with wings and shape-shifting capabilities. We're not sure how they keep sneaking up on the capital without being spotted by our forward outposts on the borders, but rumour has it that the changelings have nests INSIDE the kingdom. Nopony knows for certain though.
Not that it matters to me, ofcourse. After all, my job is to bring stuff to places where they need stuff, not to go out and shoot the darn bastards. Ofcourse, like all soldiers, I'm trained to defend myself, should the need arise. Let's say a convoy gets ambushed. In such a situation, you can't always rely on the troops to come to your aid quickly enough. Therefore, they taught us how to fire a rifle. I'm glad I can defend myself, or, if we are overrun, I can end myself. That's not something I like to think about, but it probably beats being taken away by changelings.
I'm partnered up with Private Emerald Aura, a unicorn mare. She is my battle-buddy, but we are more than just that. We are actually really close friends! I guess that's what happens when you are stuck with each other for weeks on end. Emerald and I are a good team when it comes to transporting cargo. Because she is a unicorn, she can perform telekineses, which is, as you can imagine, extremely helpfull when we need to load up food or building materials.
Due to some... incidents... related to telekineses and live ammo, magical manipulation of large quantities of explosives and ammunitions is forbidden. The higher-ups are so annoying sometimes. I bet they don't even know how hard it is to load hundreds of rounds into a supply truck with your hooves! Luckily most of the smaller calibre ammo is stored in boxes, which you can easily grab with your mouth, or with your hooves if you have to.
Oh, about those supply trucks! Our Division has recently received 5 new Horsch-T1 Trucks for moving around supplies. These badboys can haul about half a ton of freight each, and still reach speeds up to 50km/h. On hardened roads, that is. When it comes to offroading... well, they're not exactly designed for that, but they still manage to do it from time to time. Emerald and I were actually assigned to one of those trucks for ourselves! Emerald is also a pretty good mechanic in her spare time, and thanks to her, our truck (which we nicknamed "Black Bess") is now capable of reaching up to 75km/h, with additional armour included!
Let me tell you, having such an amazing engineer is every supply-pony's wet dream. Being able to customize your vehicle to every situation imaginable, well, that's certainly a good thing to have. As I'm writing this, Emerald is actually working on one of the other squad's trucks. We are a team after all, and the faster all of us are, the faster we can move around supplies. I am just laying in my bunk, as there isn't really anything-
Damn those changelings! Why do they always have to attack while we are supposed to have some time off?! Either way, it looks like I stopped whilst writing about what I was doing. Well, I WAS trying to relax, and get some writing done, but those changelings don't generaly acknowledge off-times. I'l' have to live with that, I guess, or atleast for as long as those changelings are still alive. Let's hope our troops get around to getting rid of the corpses down at the wall, because they are really starting to smell... Wow, yeah, I can't keep writing like this. My concentration is completely gone.
Well, I guess now's as good of a time as ever to get around to delivering some MRE's to FOB Orange. They are apparantly running low on food, and they can't properly report enemy movements on an empty stomach, now can they? That means I'll have to gather Emerald, as she is probably somewhere outside, still working on one of the other squad's trucks. I swear by Celestia, as soon as that mare gets a chance to show of her skills with a spanner, she will drop everything she was doing and get to work. I sometimes worry that she will get too distracted because of it, but as long as she is feeling comfortable in such an enviroment, I'm not stopping her.
I really hope I can continue to write in this diary of mine for a while. I'll have to keep it away from anyone else though, as they might not like me writing down sensitive information. But come on, who in Tartarus would want to read the tales of a random supply-pony?
Author's Note
Phew! That was a lot more complicated than I thought! I never knew that writing in a diary-style could be harder than writing in 3rd-person past-tense. Either way, the first chapter is completed! More will follow, but the main story has priority!
Oh, and before I go, please let me know what you think of this kind of story! If nobody likes it, I don't really see a reason to continue it.
Diary of Pvt. Nimble Whistle of the Royal Equestrian Guard
Diary Entry #2 - Tuesday 14/05/2232
Not much happened yesterday. Weirdly enough, I can't figure out whether that has made me sad, or glad. Ofcourse, I SHOULD be glad. We weren't torn to shreds by changelings. We didn't even have any malfunctions on the trucks. Everything just went... Well, perfect. Weird. We used to get ambushed by changelings on almost every supply-run that went outside of the city-walls. I swear, those changelings must've built some darn nests or something around the palace. How else are they always that close without being spotted?
Like I said, this time was different. We didn't see a single ~~changeling~~ living changeling. There were ofcourse the usual corpses of the darn things, laying everywhere you looked. I don't mean that there were that many of them, they were just so obvious. Changelings don't exactly camouflage into the enviroment all that well. You know, with their holes and dark skin, and those weird bug-like wings. And the large, glowing, staring eyes... ~~The eyes of the dead...~~
Anyway, like I said, we didn't run into any living changelings. We asked some of the guards at FOB Orange if they had encountered any changeling activity lately, but they too said that they hadn't seen any of them since about a day ago. Strange. Maybe they've retreated? That would be odd, considering that they kept coming back, no matter how many of them were killed. I swear, those things must be either mindless, or mind-controlled. No sane being would just waltz into gunfire like that.
I don't think I'll have anything else to write. After all, it's about 16:30 as I'm writing this, so my shift is almost completed. As long as we don't get called in for another run within the next few minutes, we will be dismissed for today. Finally I can get some rest! I'll write again tommorow, until then, I'm signing off.
-Pvt. Nimble Whistle
Bad news! We just got called into action. I'm not sure what happened, but there was this thing, it looked like a meteor, and it came down in the vicinity of the Neighagra Falls. When it came crashing down, it shook the very ground that we were standing on. I'm pretty sure Emerald hit her head on the bottom of the truck. After all, she was busy changing some parts of the transmission on our truck, since she believed that they were worn-down. I hadn't noticed any difference in performance, but if she says that something is off with the truck, I'm just trusting her.
Normally, something like a meteor-strike wouldn't warrant a giant search-party to be sent out from Canterlot, but for some reason, this is different. We weren't told what was so special about the meteor, only that it was of great importance that we captured it. Atleast, that's what the Guards were told. Us supply-ponies received a different task.
We are supposed to go out and interrogate the local civilians, to see if they saw anything special about the meteor. The higher-ups also hope that those civies will be able to give us a more precise location of the meteor, if it even is a meteor. Rumours have been spreading around that it wasn't a meteor, but something else. Something from space, maybe even changeling-technology.
And then there are the odd-balls. You know, the ones saying that it was an alien craft, like from comic-books and such. Honestly, I can't even begin to think about how naive they must be to think that it was an extraterrestrial ship. Even if it was, wouldn't they be able to land a bit more gracefully? After all, what is the chance of someone or something surviving such a fall?
I have to stop writing though, because we have to prepare. We are moving out in 5 minutes, and we still have to load up supplies. Tents and stuff, everything that is required to set up a temporary interrogation-room. Emerald said that her head is feeling better, so she will hopefully be able to help me lift some of the stuff into the truck. Can't use magic with a headache, now can you?
-Pvt. Nimble Whistle
Author's Note
Yay! Another chapter! 
