Rise of Equestria: Battle for Canterlot

Things were looking bad for Colonel Degroot and Sgt Stripe. As another Trooper fell under a torrent of magical bullets Demo ducked behind a mound of Advent corpses. He looked at the unicorn turned living weapon as they panted out of steam. The marching boots got closer, like giant ants but both men sat on the ground leaning against the mound. Sgt Solstice Stripe laid across his lap to tired to move himself to a more dignified position.

"So this is how it ends huh Colonel Drunk?" The unicorn asked with a smirk, and Demo nodded.

"Aye Sgt Martyr looks that way." He chuckled as the Boots were coming around the corner.

"Got any more of that scotch?" Sgt stripe asked, and Demo reached behind him pulling the bottle out and giving it a disapproving shake.

"Aye, a wee bit." The Scottish man put the bottle to the Sgt's lips and let him take a swig before Travis Degroot took the last solitary swig as Advent slowly formed a firing line in front of them. "I'll see every one of ya in hell." Demo taunted before hurling the bottle at the clone soldiers. The Trooper moved his head slightly to dodge the crude projectile.

The Officer in the middle barked, and order and they readied their rifles. Demo chuckled thinking how he'd die with a unicorn in his lap and out of skrumpy. They shouted the "Aim" part, and Sgt Solstice Stripe tried to stand on his hooves. Wanting to at least die on his hooves, Demo nodded respectfully. Demo raised a hand into the air and shouted his last words before the last order.

"GUTS AND GLORY!"

At least those were going to be his final words before a Sniper Rifle barked, and a Trooper hit the floor with orange blood pouring from his neck. A very familiar rifle to the Scottish Templar.

"CROKET!" A very American accent shouted, and part of the ceiling exploded. Right as the firing squad turned in surprise, a grappling hook came shooting out of the smoke ripping through a trooper. He looked at the steel cable that now ran through his chest before being violently pulled towards the smoke with a cry of shock and pain. The Trooper went silent with a slashing sound. Every Trooper aimed at the smoke when the American voice shouted again. "YOUR ELDERS DID NOT PREPARE YOU FOR THE LEVEL OF VIOLENCE YOU'D FACE ON MY BATTLEFIELD!"

Advent opened fire, and a single man dived out of the smoke into a perfect roll. His armor was eerily similar to Advents but looked more ragtag and pieced together. Dropping to one knee, he gleefully returned fire chuckling to himself with every kill. Doing an unnecessary roll, he started running towards Demo and Solstice. Only Advent was between the determined man and his destination. Hoping to his right to avoid fire he drew back his arm with a glowing blue claw he slashed a Troopers throat in one swing then grabbed him by the wound using him as a meat shield.

The man kept charging forward using the Troopers shoulder to rest his Bullpup rifle as he dropped another. His gun clicked empty, and he threw the now dead shield at another reloaded and shot a completely different target in the face. He stormed over to Demo and thrust his claw out menacingly. Then turned it over offering the hand to the Scottish Templar. Demo took it and stood before giving it a firm shake.

"You don't have permission to die, son." He spoke loudly but friendly. The Trooper behind him pushed off his dead brother's corpse and raised his rifle at the newcomers back when a sniper bullet made sweet hot love to his brain stem.

A distant "Pinker" was heard from a man crouched in the maintenance shaft he wore a Republic helmet and a red fur-lined coat as he drew back the bolt on his rifle. Rescoping he found the white armored priest and took a breath, right as he pulled the trigger a Bullpup shot missed the Priest causing Sniper to miss when the Priest ducked. "You sneaky ratbag!" the man cursed before Advent fire started to fire at him cursing further he retreated into the duct. Putting a hand to his helmet "Oye stop standing around like a bunch of no helpers!" He shouted into the comms.

Soldier popped his head out of cover and spotted the Priest he'd missed.
"Affirmative!" He patted Demo's shoulder. "Come on Demo lets give these Commie bastards hell!" The man's attitude was infectious Demo stood and dusted himself off.

"Aye Soldier right behind you." He confirmed, and Soldier chuckled then jumped cover with a warcry.

"Screaming Eagles!" He fired sporadically. Sgt Solstice watched the strange man in awe for a moment.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Demo gave him a wide-eye look and leaned down to whisper.

"That's Jane he's a Skirmisher, former Advent who somehow ripped out their control chips. Except he doesn't know that! Lad thinks he's an American." The Skirmisher peeked around the corner and Demo froze.

"What did you say Demo?" Jane asked genuinely concerned he missed something.

"Ah just talking about how we all love being American lad." Demo lied through his teeth then stared panicked at Solstice with his one eye full again. How looked between the two then got the hint.

"Oh right yes I love whatever American is." He smiled real wide, and Jane sniffed and lifted his helmet to wipe a tear from his huge eyes.

"Your GOD DAMN RIGHT it is you magnificent bastard." He said affectionately as he gave a quick salute. When a blast of purple energy hit Jane in the face making him stumble. Demo frowned furiously,

"Soldier where is your bloody mind shield?" Demo shouted, but Jane held up a "wait a minute" finger.

"One moment Demo this Priest would like to have a word with me. In which I will simply offer one word in reply." He paused for a moment before letting out a simple but stern "No."

The purple energy faded and the Priest looked at his Psi Amp with a confused look even gave it a little shake before a grappling hook latched onto his chest plate. The Troopers around him stared in shock.

"Come here cupcake." The Priest let out a long drawn out "FUUUUUUUUCK" before landing in the Skirmishers hands holding him up by the collar. To hear such profanity from a Priest burned the ears of the simple troopers around him. Jane knocked off his helmet and stared at the Priest eye to eye.

"Listen here Blasmo Baggins It's going to be really hard controlling minds with my American boot up your ass!" He shouted like a classic D.I. "Cause the only voices in this marines head are those of the founding fathers!" He reared his plasma Ripclaw back when a sniper bullet ripped the Priest from Jane's hand. To his credit, he only looked mildly inconvenienced. "Sniper that was my kill!" he growled looking at the sniper's shadowy spot.

"That what you get for making me miss you twitchy mongrel!" The pissed Aussie shouted back.

"This is not a camping ground Sheila!"

"Piss off chiphead!" Sniper ended their shouting match.

The remaining Advent stood watching the exchange without the Priest or any other Commanders they were lost. Jane looked at the nearest Trooper and pointed. The Trooper jumped,

"DO NOT look at me I did not ask you a question!" He shouted, and the Trooper looked away quickly. "I am about to ask you a question you may look at me." The soldier said a little softer. The Trooper looked at him, "You don't hear those Commie Elders anymore do you son?" The Trooper looked unsure for a moment but nodded realizing what the Skirmisher said was true and nodded. Jane chuckled,
"Alright, you sorry sack of former Commies LINE UP FRONT AND CENTER!" He ordered, and the remaining Troopers lined up at attention. Soldier put his hands behind his back and walked the line inspecting each of them.
"From this moment on you, all are going to learn what it means to be an American!" Jane shouted like he had any Earthly idea what he was talking about When a stone arrow took out the Trooper at the very end of the line. Jane barely blinked. "Well, Private Joe'anes will be missed. Any other of you sorry sacks of shit want to drop dead suddenly?" He asked completely serious when another Arrow came and took out another. "Hell men!" He exclaimed, "I think we might be under fire." He finally deduced, and Demo and Sgt Stripe facepalmed.