Chapters Chapter One: Operation Gothic Serpent.
"Laskins, refresh my memory of why we're in this fucking desert." Pvt. Baker yelled over the sound of the helicopters engines.
David Baker is a fairly handsome man, with a medium frame. Standing at 6'2", he is very muscular, with short brown hair, grey-green eyes, and constantly wears aviator glasses. He is a trained medic, who has yet to see combat.
"Well, Baker, were here because these fuckers killed four of our guys, so we're gonna kick their ass in return." Cpl. Laskins replied, not looking away from the door.
Cpl. Alexander Laskins is also fairly handsome, with a small wiry frame. Standing at 5'7, he is also very muscular, although his squads nickname for him is 'tiny'. He has baby blue eyes, jet black hair, and never wore his ballistic helmet, much to the chagrin of his squad mates.
"Cut the gossip ladies, were 2 clicks out from Somali airspace." Sgt. Wilson deadpanned, Checking his carbine for the fifth time.
Sgt. Brad Wilson is a larger man, with a husky frame, sanding at 6'5" he wasn't as muscular as the others, but was still strong. He had dark brown eyes, black hair with a hint of grey, and called his gun his baby, even though his squad mates busted his balls for it.
"Ok, gun sucker!" Laskins chuckled, causing baker to crack up as well.
"Oh shut up, I know your into Sex dolls Laskins!" Wilson retorted, making Laskins blush heavily, and causing baker to only laugh harder.
"Oh, god" baker said, wiping a tear from his eye "I wonder if we'll find a blow up one in his-" before being interrupted by a large explosion and the shaking of the helicopter.
"Gah! Shit!" One of the pilots screamed. "Brace for impact!"
Just a few seconds after the pilots warned them, the chopper hit the ground, knocking out laskins and baker, leaving only the co-pilot and Wilson standing.
"What the fuck just happened pilot?" Wilson screamed, already unbuckling himself and the other two marines.
"I think we got hit by an RPG! We lost the yaw controls, so we had to take her down so she didn't get into a death spin!" The pilot said, drawing an mp-5k from a holster in the seat.
"We need to get away from the chopper before the somalis get here!"
"Alright, I guess I'll cover you then." The pilot said, noticing how he was dragging both men at once.
"Good, keep those Somalis off my ass!" Wilson said, not noticing the pilots mild amazement.
Just before opening the doors a Somali gunman saw his opportunity when the group had to stop.
POP
The Somali didn't have time to get back to cover before the pilot ripped him to shreds.
POP POP POP
the pilot then turned to Wilson and noticed him holding his chest "you okay man?"
Wilson turned to the pilot and laughed "these vests sure as hell don't take the sting out of a bullet, let's get inside."
The pilot just shrugged and followed the marine.
The bar looked to be a fairly popular one back in its time, but now it looked shot up and abandoned, it had a wooden bar councounter that was falling apart, it had chair prices strewn about, the dead body of a Somali civilian still sitting at the bar, still holding onto a half empty mug.
"Ugh, It's disgusting what these militants will do to their own civilians" the pilot said with disdain. He was always the guy who told his co-pilot about war crimes before takeoff, and hated to see anyone who was harmed by their own fellow men.
"Yeah, it is pretty bad, but us 'boots on the ground' guys get used to it." Wilson responded, trying to keep the pilot focused. "Let's get these guys behind that bar before the Somalis overrun the chopper."
As if by magic, the chopper gets lit up like a Christmas tree right when Wilson finishes his sentence.
POP POP POP POP POP POP KRAK POP POP
"Shit!" The pilot exclaims, quickly running behind the bar.
"I'll be fine carrying these two by myself, thanks for asking." Wilson said Jokingly.
"Hey, you were fine carrying them by yourself earlier!" The pilot yelled. "ah ain't havin' that shit!" he joked, putting on a southern accent.
"Neither am I." Wilson chuckled as he put the Two marines against the bar. "I'll have two beers instead!"
"Ugh..." Laskins groaned as he came to. "Yawn... where am I."
"You're in heaven sweet child! Where people shit rainbows and beer is free!" Wilson joked, wondering when Laskins would figure it out.
"Ugh... fuck you Wilson." Laskins sulked "I thought beer was actually free for a second."
Wilson and the pilot both laughed at the now slightly pissed marine before hearing at least 3 people entering the bar.
"Raadi ameriga iyo qaadashada noolow!"
"What did he say?" Wilson whispered to Laskins, knowing he knew a little Somali.
"Something about finding us, he talked to fast for me to get the rest!" Laskins whisper-yelled.
"Lets try to get up to the living area, there might be a radio there" the pilot whispered
Wilson looked over the bar. "It looks like the coast is clear" he said "Laskins you take point, pilot take the rear."
"I have a name dick" the pilot said while rolling his eyes.
"Ok..." Wilson quietly said while looking at his name tag "Cpl. Smalls!"
"More like Cpl. Small-balls." Laskins joked. Eliciting a sigh from smalls and a chuckle from Wilson.
"Alright, lets go Cpl. Ass-skins." smalls retorted making Wilson chuckle harder.
The two conscious marines made it up the stairs with their unconscious brother while the pilot defended the stairwell.
They spotted a Somali smoking at the top of the stairs and Laskins pulled out his combat knife. He turned it to be held in a reverse grip.
When Laskins was halfway up the Stairs the Somali turned around and shot Laskins twice...
POP POP
Before the Somalis gun jammed and Laskins could bring up his side arm and...
KRAK
Drop the Somali cleanly. before blacking out in front of the door to the living room.
"Shit!" Smalls screamed before backing up the stairs while firing.
KRAK KRAK KRAK KRAK KRAK
"Wilson! two hostile contacts down!" Smalls screamed, running up the stairs.
"Good! Now help me get these two dead weights up the stairs!"
"I'm not a dead wight anymore!" Baker yelled. "Those gunshots woke up my sleeping beauty ass!"
"Excellent! Now lets get Laskins up the stairs" Wilson said, while Baker helped carry Laskins up the stairs.
The living room was a fairly simple one, with a bed, large locker, kitchen, table, and bedroll.
"Wilson, lets get Laskins on the table!"
"Ok Baker, me and the pilot over there will guard-" Wilson stopped before hearing sobbing, coming from the locker. "Shh, I'm gonna check the locker."
Wilson raised his rifle and slowly reached for the handle, and opened the locker with a click.
"Eep!"
Wilson slowly opened up the locker to find a shivering yellow pony, with pink hair covering one of its eyes.
"P-p-p-please don't-t h-hurt m-me!"
Author's Note
This is my first story that I mean to take seriously, Please tell me what I can do to make it better (because I know I can). Thanks for reading!
Chapter Two: Operation Phoenix Feather
"Are ya sure it's safe twilight?" Applejack asked, with a hint of fear.
"Yes Applejack, I ran the numbers and simulated the results, I'm one hundred percent sure that it will work perfectly. The only thing that could go wrong is that we might not get the apple back." Twilight said excitedly, after all, she had just spent 52 hours running the math, and now she finally got to test it.
"I-I guess it sounds ok, I just hope it doesn't scare owlowiscious." Fluttershy whispered shyly. She didn't really think it was a good idea, but she also didn't want to hurt twilights feelings.
"It sounds AWESOME! Maybe I'll get to fly with ALIEN Pegasi!" Rainbow dash said excitedly, She always wanted to fly with something other than a Pegasus, Maybe she could kick their flank in a race!
"I for one would like to meet their fashion gurus!" Rarity exclaimed, wondering what alien fashion would be like.
"I wonder if they'll be smart monkeys with guns!" Pinkie wondered
"Pinkie, darling, what are guns?" Asked rarity.
"Nothing!" Pinkie screamed, while running towards the tree/castle.
"Welp. I guess we'll see you there!" Dash said before flying after pinkie.
"Okay, I guess it's just us now." Twilight said, with a deadpan expression.
After about ten minutes the last four friends made it to the library to find a sweaty, tired looking rainbow dash, and a bouncing pinkie pie.
"She beat me." rainbow dash sulked through ragged breaths. "She beat me in nine seconds flat!"
"So much fer 'ten seconds flat', huh rainbow dash." Apple jack quipped.
"Shut. Up. Applejack." Rainbow dash retorted.
Everyone cracked up at this, even Fluttershy, who usually laughed with her friends instead of at them.
"I see you're having fun twilight. Mind if we join?"
"Celestia! Luna! You're here!" Twilight Fangirled.
"HUZZAH! Now thou can perform thy teleportation spell!" Luna exclaimed.
"Luna, you're doing it again." celestia warned.
"Sorry sister, we are just very excited about the new spell!" Luna sheepishly replied, blushing lightly.
"There is nothing to be sorry for Luna, it is just that most ponies do not understand old equestrian." Celestia replied in a motherly tone. "Now, let us get inside to test the spell!"
"Ok lets go!" Twilight excitedly exclaimed.
After 5 minutes they all reached the lab, where all of twilights beakers, test papers, and experimental calculators.
"Alright, put the apple in the test zone, and I'll start the spell." Twilight ordered.
"Twilight, darling, must we Wear hard hats? It's clashing with my beautiful coat!" Rarity whined.
"It's just a precaution, just in case I run the spell that destroys structures, its surprisingly similar."
"That's reassuring." Rainbow dash deadpanned.
"Lets just start the spell." Twilight sighed while charging her horn.
Soon the apple was crackling with electricity and was violently shaking, when suddenly the apple shot right at Fluttershy causing them to both disappear.
Everyone but celestia and Luna screamed, and rarity fainted without even bothering with the theatrics, and promptly gel flat on the floor.
"Fluttershy!" Twilight screamed, before breaking down and crying. "It's all my fault. It's all my fauhauhault."
"No it is not dear student, you could not have possibly known this could have happened." Celestia cooed. "All you need to do is retrieve her, just like how you were to do with the apple!"
"Oh, right!" Twilight cheered "I got really scared there for a second!"
Twilight charged up here horn again before it fizzled out. "Come on." She charged up her horn again, getting the same result. "Please!" She tried once more, still failing to bring Fluttershy back before fainting next to her overdramatic friend.
"Do not fear yet, Luna is Scrying Fluttershy and I will project what she sees!" Celestia spoke, with a slight falter in her voice, though no pony noticed.
"Sister I have found her, please start the projection spell." Luna spoke, while concentrating on her spell.
"Yes sister, let us begin." Celestia replied.
Narrating: Fluttershy.
Fluttershy barely had time to scream before she was thrust into a hypnotic trance with odd colors and wavy oscillating views of nearly unrecognizable moments with her friends.
Just after that she awoke curled up in a small metal box with 5 small slits in the middle.
"Ugh... Celestia..." she groggily spoke. "Why do I drink those funny teas."
Just then a coatless biped walked up the stairs waving around a metal and wooden stick. It shrugged and pulled out a little white and brown paper thing and set the end of it on fire, before breathing in through it.
ew
Fluttershy saw the biped turn around
POP POP
Before another smaller metal stick was put on his head...
POP
It was not something her innocent mind could handle, and she broke down crying.
"Shit!" Some pony screamed, before more explosions happened.
KRAK KRAK KRAK KRAK KRAK
"Eep!" Fluttershy whimpered, the sound of the exploding sticks only serving to make her sob harder
"Wilson! Two hostile contacts down!" The first voice screamed.
"Good." Another voice responded. "Now help me get these two dead weights up the stairs!"
"D-dead?" Fluttershy whispered through sobs.
"I'm not a dead weight anymore!" A third voice exclaimed. "Those gunshots woke my sleeping beauty ass!"
"Excellent! Now lets get Laskins up the stairs." The second voice responded
"N-n-not dead?" Fluttershy whispered, still sobbing.
Three more bipeds entered the room, carrying another. they were all lighter skinned, and were wearing more clothing, with desert colors and a thick light brown vest.
"Wilson! Lets get Laskins on the table!" The third voice, belonging to one of the bipeds ordered.
"Ok baker. Me and the pilot over there will guard-" the first voice, belonging to the tallest one stopped "Shh. I'm gonna check the locker."
The tall biped moved towards the metal box she was in, and raised one of his hands towards something on it, making a click.
"Eep!" Fluttershy whimpered, thinking the figure would kill her like the darker biped
He slowly opened the door, revealing Fluttershy to the room.
"P-p-p-please don't-t h-hurt m-me!
Narrating: Ponyville
"ITS ALL MY FAUHAUHAULT!" Twilight screamed before blacking out again.
Unable to watch any more Luna stopped the scrying spell.
"We must find a way to get her back. Before those monsters can harm her!" Celestia yelled, all of her calmness gone because of the danger she thought the element of kindness was in.
"W-we will pr-princess." Applejack stuttered, almost throwing up.
"W-we will."
Chapter Three: You're A Pega- What!?
"P-p-p-please don't-t h-hurt me!"
Wilson stared dumbly at the pastel colored creature, wondering why the hell thease type of things happen to him, Great, I'm in a war zone, somalis got on my heels, and then this happens. Fuck my luck. Mulling over the options, he chose to talk to it, even though just putting it down meant he could focus more on Laskins or the door.
"What are you?" Wilson asked, still pointing his gun at the small yellow ball of fur.
"I-I'm a p-p-pony." The ball stuttered.
A pony. In Somalia. Not being eaten. Weird.
"Uhh, what is your name?"
"F-Fluttershy." The pony stuttered, visibly calming. "P-please don't hurt m-me."
It's kinda cute. Wilson thought, forgetting his sorroundings for a moment.
"Well Fluttershy, are you trying to hurt me?" Wilson quizzed
"N-n-no!" Fluttershy cried "I-I wouldn't hurt anyone!"
"Then I don't need to hurt you."
"Are you going to help me with the Somalis kicking down the door? Or are you just going to talk to the thing!"
"Shit, Fluttershy we'll talk later, I need to keep the Somalis from hurting us."
"Is he bleeding!?" Fluttershy yelled, before dashing over to Laskins.
KRAK KRAK
"Eep!" Fluttershy yelped, scared by the gunfire.
"Um, hi. Can I help you?" Baker asked, while still treating Laskins wounds.
"Yes, by giving me an injectable painkiller and and a roll of bandages!" Fluttershy nearly screamed, all her shyness leaving her because somepony got hurt, and she needed to fix it.
"Being a medic is my job but sure! I'll give military grade painkillers to a talking pony!" Baker said sarcastically.
"Just give me the drugs." Fluttershy deadpanned.
"Okay, fine, jeez." Baker submitted.
POP POP KRAK POP KRAK KRAK KRAK
"Ahh!" Fluttershy screamed, before again composing herself.
She rolled up two wads of bandages, and placed them in the bullet holes, then injected the painkiller, before finally taping over the bullet holes.
"Holy shit, you stopped the bleeding and he's stable! That was a lot easier than it should have been." Baker cheered, amazed by the pony's healing ability .
"Y-yeah, I guess." Fluttershy said, her shyness now returning.
"What do you mean 'I guess'? that was amazing!" Baker asked.
"W-well, I do things like this all the time, I-I'm not used to getting this much attention for it." Fluttershy stuttered.
"Well, you did good. Now I have at least two more hours to wait for the relief column!" Baker cheered, before taking a radio out of his pocket.
"Wait!" Wilson said, walking to Baker. "Don't tell them about Fluttershy, if the MP's learn about this they'll send her to a lab. I don't know her very well yet, but I can tell she doesn't deserve that."
"Alright," Baker said, before talking into his radio "This is Pvt. David Baker, The black hawk we were on has crashed, we need immediate evacuation at the wreckage of super six one!"
The radio cracked to life before a slightly distorted voice spoke "Roger, how many?"
"Thr-"
POP POP
"Three standing, one wounded and one KIA."
"Roger, relief convoy is already on its way, eta 30 minutes." The voice said "Stay frosty."
"Yes sir."
Author's Note
Sorry fore the long update wait, and the chapter length. but I'm lazy, and starting another story.
