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Action one: The talent for murder: Chapter Two
The sparks of lightning beneath the armor fascinated me, the visual effect of the protective field work was simply pribluda, but so beautiful: it inflicted horror in hundreds as well as my midnight blue armor. The bright sparks flashed and immediately faded in the darkness of my apartments, I watched every flash on the mirror in front of me, looking into my own reflection. I do not know how it happened.
Here I am.
Alone in the dark.
Alone with yourself.
They are right, and I do not need their words to understand this. I do not need someone else's opinion to understand that here I'm wrong. But why, the one on whom I look, rested like an earthen in his farm?
Ebony breathes in my back. Not literally, but I know her opinion. I must apologize, and change ... so want ... Princess.
I gently nodded at the signal. I did not have much desire to do this - Sanguinis even belongs to the ruling dynasty, but I always served only the moon, not him, and he is inclined to forget about it. The message is "informal" - he wants to tell me something not as a captain of the first company, but as a thunderhead:
"I welcome you, Valdés, I believe you have already begun to execute the orders in the manner you are fully committed to, and I can only wish you good luck and hope that you do not blunder again, regardless of the results of this company, I invite you to the Agrentum Lunas for your return to Canterlot.
What for?
However, you need to write down the answer.
***
So he, the day when we should leave, Fleur gathered her Blades into an honor guard, and Soarin brought part of his company as regular units, despite the domination of pegasus in the Trade Union, I was the diplomat, and Soarin had the brains to not get into this with her feathers, the case is given to the skin-wings, and it is better for him to keep quiet.
Author's Note
The chapter was written a long time ago and the translation would take a little time, if something that replaces my cranium did not try to squeeze my brains out. I apologize for this delay, but the new one will probably be even more, because as of yet that's all there is, and a new chapter will appear still unknown when.
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Action one: The talent for murder: Chapter Four
Of course, we were not going to fight. I don’t think he would be so arrogant. Especially after such a failure.
When will NightmarKrieg be ready? I may need his technique.
One Squadron is ready to speak, however ... Why did you decide that you can call him? You already have no authority, and even after this episode... It is unlikely that Flower will allow you.
This is more than reasonable. Of course, I can incline them to an adventure... But then it will continue in a sufficiently frequent manner so that the whole company cracks at the seams, unless, of course, I bear the punishment and admit my guilt... What I do not even from harm.
I think Fleur or Soarin will help me... However, an urgent need is to find Radar; what did you mean when you said you didn't know where he was?
I had it. The radar was damaged by the equipment, and its mare was almost killed by the commandos. The lad is depressed and does not leave the medical block, moreover, no matter how much you go there for him - so he is never there.
A sudden roar stopped DeathMark, and I realized that I was annoyed a little more than usual. Or is it a concern?
Do not try to judge him, Valdes. You have no right to do that after the SkyKilla story.
I blinked, and the unicorn looked accusingly into my eyes. He was definitely on the side of Radar in this, but I was also on the side of Radar.
I didn’t even think about it, a headache.
His eyes are dulled - with him this happens when he thinks he was wrong.
It seems that he bit his tongue, because it was because of me and my predictions that we ended up in such a croup.
And good. About this you need to forget everything except me.
***
Our apothecary was once a scientist in the field of science, which is now called "biomancia". However, I decided to quit it after... As he was sentenced to life imprisonment and practicing for illegal experiments and making narcotic dust from the horns of unicorns. Getting him out of prison was another matter; in fact, we could only do this by promising him an amnesty, and I had to agree between times that he himself was dependent on this dust, and, given our specific actions, some may share with him sawed off horns. True, no one would give up the trophy so easily, because “field medicine” was preferable for him. I hope that the new captain will keep him from the fact that he will plant the whole company on the "Northern Dust".
Do not sneak so much in my apothecary!
A hoof kick on the table just screamed about his nervousness and tension.
Let me guess, Flauver demanded an urgent report on the wounded and the cost of resources, and since I used to do it for you, do you have to plow like a damn?
Kill her, Valdes! Seriously! Can you help me? I urgently need to take care of patients, and this fool only thinks about sending a report to Sanguinis as soon as possible!
I switched the vox-earphone and called Ebony.
She will help you, let's work.
In his eyes I clearly saw anger that I ignored the first request. However, he instantly put on his set of medical equipment and at the same time took the nartetium.
Where is the Radar hiding?
Stokes the sadness and anger in the "Northern Dust". Asks not to let anyone. My back room, behind the third row on the eighth level.
I, frankly, did not understand what was happening. Why do I have to look for the Radar and solve all these problems just to get what I need? It’s probably my fault that I can’t just call him as before. Still, the Master Signal stood just above my rank. Or maybe Flower is trying to piss me off. The last, so far, it turns out.
Oh, and Valdes, about your project ...
Not now. We need to stabilize the situation in order to prepare it.
Yes, only I contacted HotRod. His works are rejected as demoralizing. Especially ... you know what chapters are for.
It was bad, but will have to figure out later. The main thing is that HotRod is not injured ... He was one of the few Ultraponi who could be considered soldiers.
V-Valdes... I knew that... Scull would betray me... That bastard...
His voice was withered; he seemed to be taking a real drink that dried his throat. Scull managed to increase the effect of this drug, so that he even went through our physiology, although, as a rule, it dries up to a state of complete hoarseness, so I think he is still far from it.
Radar, I know what happened ... And I regret that it happened. Therefore, I ask you to give me access to information about the enemy, captain ...
Do not call me by this name! My name is HeartTax!
With difficulty he shouted, and I reduced the sensitivity of the sound in the range of his voice through the inner ear. I do not like harsh noisy noises.
He was still lying, so I had to lift him by the scruff of his neck and throw him into a corner, so that he would at least look into my eyes, and not into a basin of water. He was short of breath. For a second it seemed to me that he would reach back to the water, however, he resisted and simply bore me with his eyes.
A simple oath that once led me to this path and which, perhaps, helped some others. He shook his head.
Valdes... Stop... Please... Here are the data... On the shelf behind you... I took with me.
I'm afraid you're a little late, Radar.” Now I am obliged to transfer you to a rehabilitation center. If you do not prove to me that this was a temporary narcotic opacification, I will do it.
So it took about a minute. A minute of silence, during which I grabbed his data-slate to my own, under the base of my left hoof.
She... I almost died... I almost died... Because of me...
Guilt can be understood. Especially if he did not have time to establish a connection. His mare NightGlider was in the Fifth Claw, "Night Raptors". Very vulnerable branch - for their sharpness and impulsivity, they always had to be kept on a short leash.
Now I had to help him. Otherwise we will also lose him, I am afraid to imagine the scale of the drop in morale, even if Radar was one step away from rehabilitation.
The Raptors... They tried to decapitate them... They have a new leader, as usual. This time the attack aircraft... I did not have time to give them the order to retreat and that DeathMark took up a position...
And DesMark without the support of someone else was dared because of the error of the Radar... Something is wrong.
It is clear what the problem was - without communication, it divided everyone, and the storm also suppresses all our equipment. In the name of the moon, someone had to explain to me, and explain clearly, why the diamond dog technique does not stall.
He looked up. And I saw this tiredness and pain.
Look around, Valdes. They go mad with anger. They waited to win, as they always won, and they simply rested! Flower offered to attack the doctrine of the Sky Scars; no one even wanted to listen.
So that's what happened ... On the other side of opinion. Well, you will need to take into account.
Valdes, tear these bastards, Glider hooked on the leader ... I want his head, please, I will implant him on the peak of my Damocles.
Pure anger and thirst for blood.
We are not conquerors, Radar.
Let him drown himself further if he wants. I will not rent it, not now. Not now, when it can be useful to the company.
***
The next morning, I felt better than usual. This time the nightmares were from what I prefer: corpses torn to pieces, lying in the mud and buried in the sand and thickets of “poisonous jokes”. True, I did not like what they did to the body of Fleur - it was just disgusting.
So, the Trade Union will meet the forces of this gang by tomorrow's dawn... We have one night, if we do not want innocent ponies to fall under the distribution.
I cannot agree with Soarin about the “innocence”, however, now it is better to keep mum, considering that I repainted my armor in the morning with the usual colors, anticipating the fight.
Yes, one night. They have about four massive wagons, about fifty conventional trucks and three NightmairKrieg “Predators”, and he will thank you if we can return them.
The rest was too much to mark this point; The report contained only approximate data on the number of small equipment and the dogs themselves. But the numbers still did not inspire joy. We had one and a half companies from the force: a company of Soarin, four divisions, counting the Equus Blades, and, possibly, one tank squadron from Krieg.
Look at the place. If we do not destroy in the course of the battle, we will return it. I do not understand why you are doing this kind of problem. My company is ready for battle.
He had two “Thunderhoof” and about a dozen “Storm Ravens”, four “Storm Eagles” and about fifteen “Stormclaws”, the number of smaller “Land Spiders” was out of the question. This is a crushing air force, not to mention how his company jumps into battle on the move. To some extent, we copy their tactics, but do not rely only on aviation. I am worried about something else, and by the way Fleur looked at him, I understood that she was thinking about the same thing.
The Night Lords is the only company stationed nearby, and they will not help us. Flower has an order to clean the forest and she missed this gang, which means she will most likely “forget” about her until the Princess “reminds” her of this. She will not depart from the order. Your company is ready, and it is the only company we have.
It doesn't seem like my words made him think. He continued to look at me like an idiot, waiting for me to agree with him.
If we are battered, the Trade Union will be able to hit us in the back. We will endure two bouts in a row, but how many will we lose? Not to mention the fact that in this case it is necessary to clean Las-Pegasus with blood, not gloss.
The voice of reason came from Fleur; I don’t know if she was interested in clearing our quarrels, but we haven’t left her any choice.
Offer to sit out? Kidding me?! We swore to protect not for a beautiful word!
Yes, they swore. And we must survive to fulfill the oath. We need to make a plan.
They turned on me. Did they expect me to say something?
We have two options: either steal the equipment, decapitate and slow down this gang, or crush them in less than one night.
What is stopping us from getting out now?
Is your company ready? Not sure about that. Nevertheless, yes, we can go now ... However, if we decide to make the second option, crush them at night and meet the army of the Trade Union on the battlefield ... then we can show her the power of Equestria.
Why not just leave the skeletons and clear traces?
This is possible ... However, I personally do not like this option.
We will show the soldiers and mercenaries, what they want to drive. You can leave the burning skeletons ... Soarin, I would agree to this if I could still leave them in the form in which I did this just a couple of months ago. But now ... If we leave them, rumors will go. Someone will understand what they can deal with, but, believe me, this business is fixable for a week of rest and being in a friendly company, as well as a drop of the simplest propaganda.
And he knows that I am a specialist in this. Fleur was silent all the discussion.
There is an option to help the forces of the Union during the fight. But it seems that none of the two of you are interested in him.
I’m not deciding anything here, Fleur, you and Soarin decide. I will obey your decision..
***
Every time the sun goes down, forces come to us. Whether it is the stars, or the moon itself favors us - it does not matter. What matters is that we are dressed at midnight.
***
Go, go! Clean up debris!
Spread out!
Lost right engine! I lead in the direction of the Heirs! - That didn't mean anything good either. And, more importantly, it meant that there is a massive threat to our aircraft and it needs to be found as soon as possible.
Ouch! Mouseponi is also here! Mouseponi funny, he came back here after he was smeared here!
We came for you!
Mouseponi... another ... Mouseponi ...
Valdes! I need you! Thunder installation is covered by our cars! It is already guided by the next plane!
Krieg, am I in the place where SkyKilla is?
Flew to the west for the shaman - a dog trying to escape on the fly.
What's wrong with this machine?
I do not know!
This is Sergeant Geno, clear the airspace above the installation! We break through!
Geno! We release smoke bombs! Full salvo!
Get ready for the strike!
Cover it!
***
Inside the car there was not enough space, so that the corpses torn from a fragmentation grenade had to be pulled out under fire. I have exactly the hole in the right rear knee and three holes in the right wing. Inside, everything was just as dirty, but I was more interested in the source of energy that fed the battery, the improved Cloud Generator, and... the device next could see through Chaos quite noticeably for me. I hurried to pull it out and provoked a chain reaction to break the generator and threw me back on the tower in the direction of our transport. Heirs gathered around and helped me remove the tower from me.
***
Fortunately, at that moment everything turned out, the Sky Scars of the master of evasion and speed and from the antediluvian rockets on the thermal trail cost nothing. However, the fact itself was more eloquent of any word. Here something was wrong, we can not be confused with the dogs. Or you need to be a complete degenerate.
Author's Note
Still looking for someone who will help me with better design and translation.
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Action one: The talent for murder: Chapter Five
The joyful sound of hoofs on the hoof filled the air as soon as we returned.
We pulled them up! Everyone and everyone!
In our own way, we took revenge, even if not to the full extent of ours. But now even such a simple trifle was a clean apple in a pool of guano. I needed to hand over my armor to clean and calibrate Ebony and ClearNight. Our technophone and servants still have their work done around the old one, and the old Clear will most likely be beside himself with anger when he finds out.
The wounds on the wings have healed, only light scars will remain as a reminder, but days will pass, and even they will heal, like any small wound. Speaking of scars, DesMark caught sight of me, knocking his head against Krieg, trying not to hook him with his horn. The radar, it seems, stopped to drown in drugs, because there was no trace of the reception. "Northern Dust" leaves no long traces of adoption. Now does not leave.
He rushed to me, looking at the corpse, and was very upset when I threw him on the ground and it became clear that there was no head.
What were you waiting for, Radar? What will I capture him alive? That I risk everything for your empty revenge? Looks like that, and you waited, and I let you down.
He shivered and began to examine the corpse.
Well, it is stable, and some time in the apothecary will raise it.
What are you planning to do?
I thought to skinned and hang on the frontal armor. I left my car clean for too long.
That would be a mistake: the skull at the peak can be quickly removed. It was strange to hear from him. The radar was with us ... simply because it was, therefore it is “Radar”, therefore it is a radio operator. But it seems that soon the blood of a warrior will leap in it, and maybe I will have to clean my tracks.
Hold off; do it but hide it. Now we have no opportunity to be ourselves.
He smiled and clutched at me.
Do you want to return everything, Master Claw?
Doomed with phrases, first Flauver.
If possible. But I have opportunities. At least I hope so.
Looking at him, I felt that everything was going to work out. His joy at these words was amazing and contagious, but so far he has hope and the one who will support him. I have a task: do not let him down.
All Krieg threw over the ground under the triple "cheers" and his laughter. Nobody was embarrassed that the victory was not ours, but belonged to the Scars. We have shown ourselves, and this is enough for them.
I left them in speed: my presence and such joy from Radar can sow unnecessary rumors and conversations, but I cannot order them all to just keep quiet or cut off their tongues. I just don't want to.
***
The servants live in underground rooms connected by a network of tunnels, which allows them to quickly move around the premises and carry out tasks and tasks with maximum safety even during combat. Big McIntosh was particularly concerned about the construction pattern, so I would have sinned without asking for a scheme for my company. Here and now, the base on soft ground equipped by us could withstand a massive attack and give us time to regroup and retreat. Although, I will be honest, if this red giant had learned that we had replaced fortified points and trenches with traps and additional escape routes, he would not be happy. Remembering this scandal that he gave his sister when he learned about minor adjustments for convenience...
I smelled the corpse, passing by. And not that I was surprised, though, so brazenly, when we are on the front line ... Servants, it seems, also feel that our grip is weakening. After all, they, too, are subject to "a decrease in heartlessness and cruelty." And they, unlike the legionnaires, were non-doctrinal criminals.
Obviously, someone decided to use the combat trap on the middle minotaur or manticore to crack down on another. The stakes were smeared with concentrated poison and dope from the extract of Melange, which expands the mind and acts as a light enhancer of sensations, so that it had to scream on these stakes for about a minute, and scream so that the whole camp would hear it. It was planted on the belly, not on the croup or upside down. She could not so fall on these pins, given their size and the fact that she was a Pegasus, and only one wing was broken, and very casually some pipe was broken. So, probably, it wasn’t earthly or pegasus: pegasi do not like to break each other’s wings out of solidarity. Although maybe someone sadism manifested.
The servants for each legion accounted for a lot, before the Long Night a huge number of ponies arrived in the metropolitan area under the life integration program: bat ponies, zebras ... I heard that there were even Kirins, however, all changeings disappeared when this was announced ... Nobody and did not understand why, and nobody cried about them. So with mass mobilization, for each clatter there were at least one or two assistants for small things like cooking food and five over measure for the general work on the battlefield. Someone had to dig trenches, protect the base and cook food? Although they coped with the second so-so: the issued weapon was mainly a weak personal weapon, and the legions themselves equipped their servants if they wanted. Or helped them. We simply ignored them. No one wanted to work for criminals and grovel before them. So scored the same. Another thing is that some were recruited by gangs, and from time to time they had to be reminded that harmony still reigns here.
Radar and others like him for a long time kept their heads off to everyone that this was slavery, and they themselves went to work. Especially they were fond of digging trenches: this is a thankless task for Bat Ponies, but he perceived it stoically, “we cannot exploit them.” But they are here of their own free will, although it is worth saying that they are basically changed like horseshoes: very few survive the front-line life.
I was going to look at the "lower market", in fact - "black". It was a bit of a curiosity shop. Gangs usually collected trinkets and other things and resold them to someone. This eliminates the need to personally dig in the garbage and contributes to the domestic economy, but someone seemed to be terribly wound up, because when I entered, a bullet from a pistol flew into my head. The itch from hitting will be a long time annoying ... I guess they were frightened by the corpse taken with him. I saw Ebony, which between times was spinning here and there in her overalls, from which, even among many others, I could smell the medicines. All instantly clung to the ground and cocked their accumulated pistols, knives and everything else in anticipation that the shooting would begin now. Well, they learn. I hate it when civilians do not respond to the command "lie down" and come under attack. Beats on reputation.
However, everything fell silent immediately, as everyone understood who they were shooting at. Arrow instantly tied his own comrades and pushed forward. One of them, trembling with this very pistol in his teeth, came up to me, coming out to meet them. Both were from the engineering group, and, judging by the clothes and tags, belonged to the same gang. Six and approximate ... It seems that I have not seen this gang before. Probably a new formation from some city that fought with another legion on the other side of the country. Judging by the scars and the bruising, they were soldiers, but it doesn't seem like someone strong.
S-sorry, sir! O-he did not make out! We are not used to seeing you without armor! - He muttered, trying to justify himself. Nonsense: at the base we try to walk in it as little as possible, they could not see us without it. Ebony slipped through a quiet crowd like a ghost. Many unfamiliar faces. Looks like we have recently updated the staff. Gladii walked over the tendons on his front hooves, knocking the arrow on his knees. Before that, he stood, it seems, not knowing very well what situation he had got into; He seemed to have tried to hit back, but Ebony went behind me just as quickly. She obviously had other things to do, so I nodded to her and she disappeared into the crowd again.
Earth pony hissed through his teeth, but raised his head and continued to look; he may die of bleeding, but we have enough time to talk about things. I gently put the body next to and said:
If she has friends or relatives, take her and bury her.
Mom! - was heard from the crowd. The young filly, barely three years old as having received a cutie mark, ran out to me and began to examine the body, trying not to cry in front of me in the whole neighborhood. Someone helped her carry the body, and I made a note that I would need to do this later. Rarely, when you see a family in our ranks, it must be redirected to a rehabilitation center.
Made an orphan, abused before death, tried to hide, ruined the property of the Legion, undermined our security ...
I didn’t want to think about the second one, it was just unpleasant, but the smell from the intercourse on the corpse was so obvious to me that it was just annoying. Fortunately, no one except me is aware of this.
And you think that after that I will believe that he simply "did not recognize me"? Speak, you have a chance to justify yourself.
He did not shudder. The people in the meantime tried to continue their business, but still did not take their eyes off: someone used and tried to work in their wallets, and unicorns in their pockets.
That bitch that cuts my legs, someone, they say, is covered, with some bastard of yours. I had to kill her friend. Problems?
He became insane from fear, not only from the fact that he shot, the shot only turned off the last feelings of self-preservation, and he tries to at least die with dignity.
Who sent you here?
I don’t know, they have distributed and that's it, come on, take out your axe and chop it up already. And then do me a favor and die.
The stallion folded its head, waiting for a strike. Axe, mean? Many who can be, but in effect and not knowing us ... Laughing Eaters, probably. But it doesn't matter, he thinks that he will die for it instantly ... The Pinkie Pie Legion solves the matter with one stroke and does not think.
Make sure he survives, find Ebony or some of the other servants of the older legionaries. Take it to SkullRiver and say that he has a new test subject for new tools. Until then, make sure that he temporarily replaces the end of the waste systems and his diet was full in this matter.
If the Princess finds out about this, or at least Flower, I can successfully lay my head on the block, but they don’t need to know about it at all, not one of them was under Nocturne. They do not fully know how free they can be, and old servants will tell them what is waiting for the disobedient.
***
So it always happens: I went to talk to Ebony one-on-one, and here's the result: she consoled this orphan and at the same time checked something in the data tablet that I gave her. I watched from the roof of my cell and read their dialogue on the lips for the sake of prevention, at the same time sending to the Ebony tablet an order to send this filly to the center directly to Flutterbat upon my request. Flutter tends to give them priority.
Behind this process, I was thinking about the situation we were all in. If Soarin's error manifests itself violently, then this can be worth everything. If Las Pegasus knows who burned Nocturne, then my name and my company can become a coffin in a diplomatic mission. I need to urgently withdraw from this status and give it to Fleur. With this thought, I contacted her, returning to my room, but the incoming call directly from Princess of the Moon and Prince Sanguinis made me cool down my ardor and prepare for a strict countdown. Despite the fact that I am no longer the Master of the Claw, I still ... have some opportunity for a personal dialogue with the Princess, even now very crumpled. For this, I even had a personal holo-projector, which I used only in two cases.
Perhaps many will say that the new mighty form of the princess has made her even more divine ... I could not agree with them. May we and the people be warlike, the night has always been a mother, not a military leader, and how she becomes them, each time was given to bitterness. I'm not sure that this opinion was shared by someone else. This seems to have been wrong. Therefore I pushed it as far as possible. The last thing she needs to hear is that I consider her too ... far away from us, now far away. Sanguinis stood nearby, who seemed to have just returned from the battle. Eyes shouted that he soothes the thirst for blood, these veins from his eyes ... The projector did not show it in all its glory, but the dark blue filter coped so as not to slander her appearance. Majestic and noble in her form, Princess of the Night, tall, elegant and sophisticated ... It could be called unearthly, which to some extent was true. It is difficult to speak about it in concrete words, I just have to bathe in the rays of its greatness through attempts by a pathetic machine to imitate it.
Many are filled with the desire to express themselves in moments when the Matriarch, and even more so the Princess looks at you. It becomes an alluring idea, and you just have to keep yourself in hand. But I left my eyes as if with a set of bones, a skeleton, which has nothing and nothing to hide.
The princess wants a report, sergeant.
Sanguinis plays the role of her voice when she believes that she should not waste time talking to someone who does not deserve it. I wonder why he invited me if he continues to do this.
You shouldn't waste time on formalities, Prince, now this is a personal conversation. Valdes, I want to know the state of your company and its readiness to join the battle at Stalliongradde and Las Pegasus.
So they want to relocate us closer to Las Pegasus? Stalliongrad? He is on the other end of Equestria! We are waiting for a hard march after this operation. Sanguinis snarled and looked somewhere outside the capture zone of the camera.
Princess, I need to know what the official report is to make the appropriate corrections.
She looked down at me as I tried to keep track of what was happening outside of my room, but it seemed that my ears were blocked. Just think, once it was synonymous with the word "blind", but it was this feeling that I now experienced.
Reports from your legions differ, so I’m sending new model, "Sicaran" battle tank. They have already perfectly proved themselves in the main companies and other legions as more versatile machines and superior to them in the elimination of fast targets. I want to know why I did it and on whose tip ...
Cause and tip? Soarin, there is no need to think.
... But more importantly, I want to know why I would have to ... But more importantly, I want to know why I had to listen to this assumption. Why aren't you in Las Pegasus? What are the next moves?
Yes, it was a problem, we did not receive an embassy, and in fact we only exchanged facts and thoughts. But the question is ... We did not ask for it or did not give it to us on our own?
We will continue to insist on our intentions, Princess.
It did not suit her, the movement of the cheekbones showed it to me, but did it ... turn into a smile?
Fleur in her report gave me a few thoughts. For you, as a leading diplomat, I have a new task. You have a hard job ahead of you, but I’m sure you can do it and do it. Fleur already knows everything, Soarin will continue to act in his manner, and you have to use this ...
I cleared my throat, very carefully, and she gave me a voice, even if it was only confirmed by the sudden silence and nod of Sanguinis.
Princess ... You must give Fleur the status of the lead of this mission.
She watched my every word, it was visible in my eyes, and my heart pounded wildly at this look.
As you ... you know, Nocturne was ... known to Las Pegasus, my further fulfillment of this task puts it at risk.
The air froze in my throat, I almost exhaled and did not show my excitement more clearly than she sees. The smile did not fall from her face, and it made even more nervous.
These thoughts have already been expressed by other and much higher persons than the Prefector and the Captain, and, as I said, I am sure that my children are able to do this better than others. If necessary, the eighth company will clean up the slop of this city like any other, and I think that the former Talon Master will make them think more about ... the consequences.
A smile fell from her face when she returned her gaze to me, and not somewhere up. And I didn’t quite understand where I was, as if I felt something else, but it was in me, inside. It was ... I heard this feeling as ... greed.
The Sun Princess forbade us ...
Celestia can think about politics and the world as he wants. But here is my order, sergeant: act as you see fit, according to your moral and ideological concepts. Las Pegasus should be part of Equestria with little blood. But what is considered small, I leave to you and Prince Sanguinis.
All this so fed this feeling that I did not know what to think until the sobering blow in the form of Sanguinis did not refresh my head. We responded in chorus, I do not know how Sanguinis, but for me it was a reflex.
This was the end of the program, and to calm down, I looked at my tablet, where I saw a new message from Sanguinis with a very interesting headline:
"Lucky you".
***
The news about the technique pleased Krieg and other pilots a little in the desire to break in new tanks, we heard about "Sikarans", but we have not tried it yet. However, if you believe the rumors about its accuracy and rate of fire, they will be useful to us soon. Krieg was with me when I decided to look into the dining room and learned that the transports are arriving today, and we can start their testing after calibration tomorrow. But the message of Sanguinis did not give me any more peace, for it was not in his habits to talk about luck. What could possibly happen that he was stingy with such an expression?
This is called landing baby! Get used to it! Cut the belts! We will teach you to land straight into the inferno! Call someone Krieg and his squadron! I need a barrage of eight assault cannon and a pair of lazcannon!
The cries of protest were heard along with the new refrain to the accompaniment of some kind of religious organ music.
Eighth Claw, return to the construction and stop filling the channels of communication without a corresponding order.
The music subsided instantly, and the stain evaporated, falling into the opened hatch. “StormEagle” returned to the building as soon as it caught up with it, and some ponies began to disperse, mostly those whose obligations did not require urgent intervention. The rest in anticipation were waiting for the return of this pack of garbage, which is sometimes referred to as the “Terror Squad”, or the Eighth Claw.
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Action one: The talent for murder: Chapter Six
In complete darkness, a candle was lit, then another, and another. They flashed slowly in the dark, and every movement of the head had to be accompanied by a bow. A bow of respect and humility.
It was the work of Ebony to light ritual candles, but each lit one candle, repeating every movement and gesture with a wing or hoof. This ritual required a complete immersion in the process and awareness of the situation. The mind must be filled with the right proportions of the senses.
“And darkness will overtake us for our sins.”
Only two did not participate in this; one only for the time being, while the other was perplexedly watching his new detachment violate laws and rules, applying more religiosity to what is happening. In his view, a company of criminals should not risk so much by performing dangerous rituals that look more like a call from the forces of darkness than a sentimental rite similar to the sanctification of machine spirit.
“We give you our souls and bodies, Princess of the Night. Our father gave us a guiding light to redemption."
They surrounded the sanctuary in the unity of their voices and thoughts, folding their wings, forming an incomplete circle, where Ebony broke the line and depicted the deepening of a crescent moon.
"You chose us, and, looking at the abyss, inviting secrets, we did not give themselves. We - betrayed the law and betrayed the essence."
They flapped their wings, dispersing the smell of incense and extinguishing the candles.
“For we are bandits and murderers! We are the Night Lords!"
***
They came out one by one, led by little Ebony in a tactical formation. They were all Bat Ponies, from a distance similar to each other, like brothers and sisters, different only in size, eye color and small details, such as wild eyes or a soft gait. Noble Grimhart supported the weeping Songa, who, together with tears, wanted to get to her supply of goodies and alcohol as soon as possible and move on to prisoner diamond dogs. Next came the angry hissing and jealous of Songa TremorClaw, held by Havok, who was huge compared to them. Valdes accompanied them with a faint gleam of joy in his soul, ignoring the questioning glance of the new member of the department.
"Akhm, Sergeant, you must understand that what is happening can cause many questions, and as a member of the department, I do not want to participate in such. And I'm not going to hide it eithe..."
Valdes only looked at him with a melancholy look, already beginning to realize that he would have to handle this newcomer on his own, without the power and position that he had before. It's one thing when your sergeant tells you what the rules are, and it looks like protocol bypass and hidden violations. Another thing is when it was said by the Master Claw, responsible for the fighting spirit, whose word was indestructible, was the basis of the entire emotional component of the company.
“... and I will immediately bring it to the captain!”
The stallion proudly puffed out his chest, even slightly fluffed out, which spoke of real feelings. This was not surprising. Valdés could only lower his head with a heavy sigh, turning and going up to the only remaining candle that stood unlit. The last candle for him, the last candle for all of them. It inflamed by him and his weak suppressed magical potential, to which the newcomer, still dressed in power armor, looked spellbound, coming closer, almost stepping on his sergeant's wing.
“I dedicate my service to the service of you, Great Mother. Demand with me, for my loyalty is absolute, and let the darkness of my soul devour me if I prove unworthy. Father gave light guiding. Bowing in front of him, remember, he thought only of us ..." - he whispered it quickly, without fail, without hitches or long pauses, like a spell or mantra, while others said it as something that taught them. The sound of his voice made LicanBlood think that this is his life, and he does it in front of him, as if this is not the betrayal of everything that the Liberation Crusade is going for. He grabbed the handle of the battle knife, wanting to interrupt this insane fanaticism. - "... when we make the shadows shudder, the Father is with us both in spirit and in body!"
His voice trembled sharply, echoing no further than their ears. The blade stayed in the sheath when the bat pony jumped up sharply, extinguishing the fire with a wave of its wings and hanging up directly from the ceiling.
"Go with them, LicanBlood, go with them and find out who you are with. I don’t know who you were in the Moon Ponies, I don’t know yet the sin that lies behind your soul, but now you are the “Terror Squad”, now you are the Eighth claw. Now you are a murderer and a monster. Now you are the Night Lord."
He jumped back. Lican bounced back, fearing attack, but Valdez just headed for the exit.
“I need to make inquiries about your account, Lycan.” Go with the rest of the squad and rest, because soon we will have a hard work. And I want you to be ready for it.
He was going to argue, it was visible on the ears. Valdes mentally cleared his throat and shouted:
He did not have the gift of the Song of War. But he had the good old "sergeant's voice", which made Lican hastily catch up with the rest of the Claw. Valdes just sighed again and went to work, whispering under his breath only:
Rookie... Who did you put on my head, Sanguinis?
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The ships landed in turns, while the rest took up the line, receiving guests from another company. Everything will be as usual: Lunar Ponies will march across the parade ground, almost spitting each of us in the face, leaving the ships, finding a couple of enemies in our company...
Hey! HorizonFall! How is your sister?! I did not ask?
StormSiege, Ninth Claw. Rape, escape from law enforcement officers, threats of physical violence, theft of state resources.
-YOU?!
An undisciplined cry, the landlords already took acceleration when the rest of the group took it, trying to reassure them in every way while he was puffing nostrils, trying to stimulate his anger. In the end, he lay tied together. When he did, he remembered the face and voice. And Storm does not keep his mouth shut.
At the same time, I watched my faithful StormEagle unload. Yes, on this machine at one time I led my company to the attack. I touched the hull, and the engines purred, recognizing his pilot and master. Havok also pulled out three massive metal boxes, in which there was obviously something hidden from the eyes of the Lunar Ponies, because their lieutenant was looking at them with suspicion. The First Claw, Atramentar, brothers and sisters according to their fate, bastards, whom only hatred united, came out in their massive terminator armor. All five accompanied NightmareFlower to meet with the lieutenant, take the machines and a couple of brotherly rituals inside the Legion.
Songa tried to jump on my neck, which was stopped by a grip on the tail of a Tremor and a sharp blow to the ground with a full turn. Grimhart jumped out to me, while Tremor and Havok put Song in one row.
In a slight bow, his face took a predatory grin, speaking of bloodlust.
“We have not been broken, and we are free again, Talon Master. The "Terror Squad" is again at your disposal."
Before my appointment, Grimheart was their sergeant, and this is not surprising: he is the purest of them. Caught in the distribution for "excessive cruelty", he got accustomed perfectly. Now he is with them in the same line, but still their sergeant is spiritual.
Songa and Havok grinned, while Moon Ponies were about to leave as soon as possible, until all of this developed into something more dangerous. It will be necessary to talk heart to heart with Storm.
GrimHeart rose.
A gift for ours, sir. After we were locked in the hospital, it seemed to us ... It is worth a little to please the rest with our return.
I raised an eyebrow. I wonder how they were going to do this?
“Songa bought a StarWolf drunk barrel ... As long as we borrowed two more barrels.”
I missed out on awareness. It was deadly. If we do the dirty work for the Princess of the Moon, the Star Wolves do it for Celestia. Let them not be so dangerous or strong, their “dirty work” is more often - just fights, where loyalty needs more brains. But they are a full-fledged Legion, and we are just a company.
So happily I thought that for the sake of something small I give him my “flowers”!
Songa rolled with wild laughter that her face strongly mixed with genetics expressed itself particularly terribly, and it was not Princess Luna who was to blame for this: Songa had an “eastern” grin, as they sometimes call him. She was obviously a half-breed, but finding parents of an orphan is not always easy.
"At ease, fighters. In honor of your return, I propose to proceed to the ritual..."
The newcomer in the group stood with them, still, apparently, unaccustomed to such a low level of discipline and eerie colors, even though he was a Bat Pony. Although, it seems, he is from these "northerners." Strong but puny clans.
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The two barrels went to the rest of the claws in hoofs, in the shadows and silence. Ours remained on its own binge, for Songi’s multiple caches here and there with various food items. She loves to pamper her taste. And today, to the mango, the music of GrimHart and a couple of captured diamond dogs was added a new box of fresh mangoes, just from the fridge.
Since it was necessary to hide that we were still doing this, we had to hide in underground rooms for ordinary ponies and score everything so that the sound would not pass. We had a table, playing cards, a radio, a lot of cards and notes that Lhikan had buried in, trying not to pay attention to two target diamond dogs in muzzles and chains, chained to the wall. One dog whined in horror - one of the commanders, "nob." The second tried to giggle through the muzzle, looking at his companion. This is one of the "commandos", caught him there only one. It was still important to understand where his gang had disappeared: they were not found during the battle. GrimHart tuned up his saxophone, Havok tuned in the radio, Tremor and Songa wiped and prepared instruments.
Suddenly, Ebony entered the room, along with two hard-working earths who were carrying a box. She sent them on, coming up to me.
“Scull says, sir: his vital organs have been altered, his own waste flows into his blood, and he has already been found a point for connecting to the drain system. Should I execute the order? ..
I didn’t want to think about it, I was not in the mood for the usual problems of the dog: I was looking at the file of a certain “Mare do well.” I heard about this image before the Campaign, even when the world was intact, and now - such a surprise, someone with such a nickname rushes along Las Pegasus, trying to eradicate crime with a simple fear of retribution. It will be interesting to look for him ...
Yes, connect. Write down his screams if you want. Maybe we will need for a new video.
One of the landies with a murmur pulled out a video camera, to which Ebony nodded.
Everything will be, sir, I will follow the execution of the sentence.
Well, we have already done everything so that he would not be seized: he died, someone from revenge dumped him on the spikes, before this forcing him to pohleat water from the waste system. Simple practice.
Only now will find him so in a week.
Songa had already begun to drink straight from the tap on the barrel, struggling with the flow of alcohol. Usual we will not overthrow, so she has to dodge and get alcohol from the Star Wolves. Rainbow Dash nobody said that she could not get drunk after the improvements, and as soon as she found out, she immediately with the new government ordered to develop alcohol for drunk thunder. They say it is cooked on the basis of our promethium... Song told me that yes. However, when she then tried to drink two such barrels and verify the result with the contents of my “StormEagle” gas tank, she was already drunk.
"Nob" shuddered more strongly, as soon as GrimHart tuned up the saxophone and began to play one of his melodies. The little dog was no longer holding back and crying with joy, while the second one panicked in horror, trying, it seemed, to shut him up. Songa, meanwhile, was testing her favorite jar with its parasprites that follow her song. The Tremor was a bit simpler: she was fixing her repair kit on herself. A small claw-shaped manipulator with hydraulics, a plasma soldering iron, a drill ... It constantly changes the details to taste. Now took a horizontal claw. Probably going to rip the bones.
Havok, along with GrimHeart, just hummed. One works in size and brute force, the second works with ordinary medical instruments and weapons. Lhikan looked with horror at what was happening, sitting next to them, constantly pointing to one or another instrument and asking questions, to which he received absolutely accurate and colorful answers.
"Why does she need a burner?!"
"Probably, he wants to burn his eyes, maybe he is going to insert his ear, I don't know. These dogs are not here for information” said Havok, thoughtfully eating mangoes, while Lhikan, with his jaw open, watched one of Parasprites, whispering Songi back to the bank.
"Small mine. Take the "nob"."
The tremor was determined decisively, as soon as everything was set up, heading for the dog, who still did not believe in what was happening, just smiling from under the muzzle. To the second, Songa came up in complete curtsy, beginning to sing a desperately whimpering dog and trying to calm him down.
She didn't like it when they turned off too fast, so she stuck a dose of adrenaline into him; Tremor did the same. Grimhart pointed my hoof at this.
“Any thoughts on why she’s so excited, sergeant?”
This diamond dog found an exhausted filly, who seemed to serve as a slave. I learned this from one of the Krieg tankers; He said that the Scars had taken her and were going to transfer to the Alikornes, and they quietly handed over the dog to us under the blows of requests and persuasion.
Tremor ripped off a muzzle. The dog instantly spat in her face and did not hold back the laughter. The claw sticking into the mouth, causing him to choke and shut up, trying not to move his lower jaw. The pneumatic motors were buzzing to the breath of a low thunderbolt.
"Scream, bitch"
Claws-clips pierced the nose, grabbing the central cartilage, and began to pull back under the loud cheek and try not to scream. The tremor was not appeased. Lican watched quietly and silently, while GrimHeart became interested in creating a new symphony.
This is monstrous and immoral! Why does she do it?!
Havok raised his hooves questioningly while sitting on his stool while I continued to watch reports on Las Pegasus. News bulletins, history: ordinary ponies who went to the city just to live, have already begun to merge information to relatives and friends, telling what they have and how. It was a disgusting city: foal prostitution, drug trafficking at the state level, and all this is covered by “noble advice”, which constantly fights with someone and “protects” unicorns andeartpony. Simple and working scheme.
Songa took the battle knife and took hold of her claws. The dog tried to grab it, fight, fight and throw it off, but the mare, holding its magnetic hooves like a spider, surrounded it, letting its parasprites climb under the skin and slowly enjoy the meal. He screamed at the muzzle while she cut off his claws and poured it all with hot wax.
Hey! Lycan! Do you want to process it ?! Tremor you small will not leave! I bet that she will burn his scrotum and break his spine!
Songa was in her element and just danced on the wall, moving around. She kissed the dog on the forehead, then sprinkled ammonia solution into his eyes. Soon she probably will throw up or let her pets.
I was interested in one news item... So, they have mares disappearing there now... Foals disappear... There are many who can send the Eighth Claw, it was only necessary to send them to the business correctly...
Lycan whipped out a knife and shouted:
"Enough! You were punished to stop this madness, but you continue! You will all be executed!"
I just raised my eyebrow, leaving it on GrimHeart and Havok. The girls now had to keep their business, and I didn’t want to.
A soldering iron entered the eye. The creature screamed, opening its mouth, and under this cry the pressure of the hydraulics increased. Looks like she wanted him to tear his jaw off himself under her pressure.
Grimmheart pointed to the dogs, as the pony points with a fork on a plate of salad.
“These creatures killed, terrorized, and committed many other crimes against the entire nation of ponies. I do not know where you have been all these years, in which joyful lie lived, but here it is true. They deserve their punishment, Lycan."
The tremor whipped out a knife and began to prick the stomach wildly, trying to gut it alive, before it broke its skull. Blood and organs fell on a cold metal floor beneath the characteristic cotton of a skull bursting under the hydraulics.
The tremor did not breathe throughout the entire process; she did it all in about a minute, while Songa was going to leave this dog with parasprites inside here for a few days. Tremor does not bring joy, but the feeling of retribution is more than joy.
Havok jumped up, picking up her, slightly reeling. The second dog no longer cares what happened to his comrade. He was dying, and he was dying slowly, in agony. He will not faint until his flesh is eaten in pieces for a long time. Songa jumped off the wall, helping the Tremor resist and take off the instruments.
"Hush, dear, everything is fine, he is dead, he fell from your hoof."
Since Tremor has always been like this. She was perhaps too bloodthirsty for an ordinary maid, but she did not want to put up with it. Even becoming a thunder and finding in it his destiny and vocation, the little servant was still the same servant.
Lycan would try to build a noble Lunar Pony out of himself, but I found what he was sent to: he was a bastard, brother of Prince Sanguinis, and was so angry that he tried to kill him, beating his servant until he was half dead, to gain time. He is one of us, just does not believe in it. He is a Bat Pony, and he is a traitor, and a murderer, he is the Night Lord.
Author's Note
We reached her hands through the translator just now. I'm afraid to imagine what to do with the next one, I’m still writing in the Russian chapter, there’s so much text that I don’t have enough strength to finish it off (haha, you have such small chapters and you say you want to cut the biggest, asshole ). People, I understand that I am writing in a very niche format and with very poor quality .... but can I have some feedback, please?
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Action one: The talent for murder: Chapter One
Many ponies from the servants were afraid of the dark corridors of the barracks of the eighth company of the Lunar Pony legion. There was always a grave cold and a soft moonlight looming overhead, and the quiet wind seemed to whisper lulling threats, suggesting rest and never again to worry about anything. All this complemented the gloomy gothic style: stone gargoyles on columns and moon candles under the ceiling. As well as it is necessary to this design - corridors looked out-of-date, and even EbonyDream itself - the mare of the bet pony, serving the master almost one year, could not answer precisely, whether it is cozy here. It was like a house, but this whisper...
Despite the fact that its owner is inclined to refuse any excesses and delights, the rules and the task required the opposite, and in food it manifested itself more often. The owner preferred to eat raw meat and drink dirty, or toxic water, violating all the provisions of the Thunder Pony Codex on the quality of food to maintain standards-compliant physical mass. Because once again she will have to persuade him to eat a full meal and fruit. However, this was a self-serving plus - Ebony had to make an effort not to eat mangoes relying on the thunder pony of her people, it was a very expensive delicacy. A small but nonetheless double door was waiting for her for the next turn. She did not need to read the plate, his room is always here... And the presence of several other servants made her angry, given that she knew whose servants, in particular, FlowerKiss, the helpful pony of Captain Nightmare Flower, who hurried to push her ear away from the door so quickly, that fell on another maid who hurried to disappear, leaving them alone.
***
The door opened with a characteristic rumbling, made of steel and with loud locks, it specifically did not allow itself a quiet penetration inside. She went inside slamming the door behind her and going forward - she was not stopped by the standing smell of incense and incense, so sharp it beats in the nose that she wanted to cry... Nevertheless, she went forward, standing on the right side of the working chair and putting the tray on glass table. He was without armor, completely naked, scarred, muscular, massive, dark blue, he lay on his stomach with folded wings and a completely untidy purple mane. It was easy to understand what he thinks when his eyes are closed. But he is sitting in front of a huge mirror, under the right hoof is an info-board, while he is holding the left at the level of his head, pressing himself on the temple. Apparently, he is writing something important ... And again he talks to himself, Ebony only knew that she should be around.
***
Everything hurt, but my head hurt especially. It always happens after nightmares, this time it was again something that he did not see: blood, pain, death. In particular, as they all die in the consulate of the Trade Union of Las Pegasus, Canterlot - everywhere, however, this was not anything new. The princess said not to attach importance to these dreams. But it was difficult, more difficult than I would like. Experiencing one's own death every night is difficult.
I could eat anything, Ebony was used to seeing my hunger, but nevertheless, I had to remain gallant. Taking the tablet next to the table, I began to eat. The work itself will not do.
***
Frankly, I was completely out of sorts for the morning. Despite the fact that we have long written such a thing as a sleep cycle, it still does not become more convenient. I suggested that they meet in the cell-barracks of the Heirs of the Princesses, Fleur kindly allowed me and Soarin to stay and discuss matters directly with her.
Despite the fact that our physiology has changed, Fleur, whom I once saw during her performances in Canterlot, was still above us. Her white fur and pink mane were still soft in appearance and color. It was a little more massive than us, and only because it was already the largest. She was a polite mistress, and at the moment, commanded a local contingent of the Heirs. And it will be a dead man who thinks that this tender mare with a love of posing is a disgusting fighter, I'm certainly not exactly equal with her on blades.
While Fleur was pouring wine, he arranged maps and dossiers. It was also in the electronic version, but in this formal setting it was preferred to use scrolls paying tribute to the old times.
The room was furnished according to its high standards. However, to drag the podium into the cell was a completely disgusting idea, but it was not for me to judge it with my mirror on the whole wall. I felt a little embarrassed, because Soarin and Fleur clearly could read on their faces one thing - they do not like me. In particular, I think, because I'm no more than a sergeant. However, I am the senior in the diplomatic question of the Trade Union. However, awkwardness is not something that can hold me.
I, like many, still can not understand what eventually happened a year ago. The sudden storms of Chaos divide the world, and if we believe what Malcador told us during our training and formation of the Thundepony, there was a lot in Equestria - each city was separated and each time passed its own time. For example, when we arrived in Baltimare, we found out that the city had been fighting demons for ten years, dug in the port area and fighting there for its survival. Ten years, while for us it's been five months. And here it was even worse, the Trade Union experienced two or three generations of generations, about two hundred years. During this time, they became autonomous and independent, and more importantly, they developed their technology: lightning-rifles could not be compared with our plasma weapons. However, they outperformed the bolter in terms of power, and this was already enough, given the proliferation of these weapons. A primitive power armor for Pegasus... They could fly in it, which was inherently an achievement, without the strengthening of the wings. At least, at Thunder ponies wings reach almost two meters in the opened state, only this in fact allows me to fly in my power armor. The main thing is not to accelerate to Rainboom...
***
In this vein, our whole evening passed: we made a plan, defined the behavior and actions in different situations. Fortunately, unlike them, I'm free from instructing subordinates. I am now the only Lord of the Night in the region.
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"Nocturne crushes the will and fate of the weak," - so this city was spoken of even in ancient times, even at the time of its foundation. Last but not least, this is exactly what he did now, despite his own destiny.Bulk Biceps . Let this muscular big man and not a bat-pony, or even a thunderbolt, should say that he did a lot for us.
Valdes! I certainly did not expect to see you here.
Nightmare Crig came from the Navy. Once he could become an admiral of the heavenly fleet, if we had not lost him all during the Great Storm. Slightly low for a thunderbolt, he nevertheless received ethereal ringlets, which separated him from the crowd, as well as the fact that he was one of the "bright" beta ponies. His fur was brightly grape-colored, but more importantly, he showed: if your cutie mark is a wrench and a wheel, this does not mean that you work with pipes all your life. He was rightfully our tank commander, though, in my opinion, too ... clean.
"Wow, have you finally got it?" Glad to see you, you were missing here.
Frankly speaking, they spoke as if I returned a year later; but I was not strong for a month. Since I lost my rank, I'm not that caught the rest of the eye. Of course, our Master of the Artillery - the part-time responsible for all the reconnaissance in our company - the unicorn DeathMark was the first to notice this. The cutmark is a target with a measuring ruler across, gray mane and red fur ... He practically did not get anything from our mother's genosemy.
"Greetings, lieutenants. You do not need to be you to look and understand: something is wrong. DeathMark, what happened?
It was clear from their eyes that they were not surprised, although Krieg seemed to be a little upset that I was not friendly. However, he quickly distracted, returning to the problem that has appeared with us.
"Listen, Valdes, I know that you are an amateur of officialdom, so let's start right away: either we are silent, or you give your word that you do not tell the captain about our opinion."
DeathMark's low threatening voice contrasted with the high in Nightmare Krieg, but frankly, I did not understand why he threatened me.
"Come on, Mark, calm down, I do not think Valdes will hand us over."
It was evident that Nightmare blamed himself unnecessarily. I do not think that he could fail without a reason. He covered his face with a wing, trying not to show me weakness.
"What happened?"
"Flower forced us to attack." Hell, I told her that the wind was not the same, and it did not seem like the behavior of ordinary Dogs ... In short, Valdes. We ambushed. Krieg lost six "Predators", I lost intelligence and two "Whirlwind" with the crew. On the convoys, the Diamond Dogs headed south, and we decided to intercept them, divided. We were beaten one by one, we hardly managed to escape from the ring. Losses are not that big, but fighting spirit is simply no. It's also the dogs of the Beast, the very ones that escaped from us; when Princess Luna killed him, they were almost paralyzed! But, as soon as they realized that we are not so terrible ... we just trampled on.
Nightmare Krieg opened his wings, and his eyes almost covered the red veil.
"We just needed to remind them who we are!" You should have seen this, Valdes! I personally turned the ram into a war carriage! And how these shouts screamed in horror, when they realized who attacked them! .. And only when they saw that we were few ... we just did not inspire terror, Valdes! They did not frighten us when they realized that we were not afraid ...
I did not quite understand what the problem was: a sudden attack brings enough chaos to win, not to mention what I am now talking about with the second and third speed ponies, the first among the armored units.
"Commandos, many, we were ambushed, I swear, Valdes, the one I threw from my Damocles, pissed before I climbed it, and even if I did not do it, I could smell it: I put my cloak out of the skin dog, he would not even have thought about it!
I looked at both of them. It does not sound adequate, but nevertheless, this is the opinion of Nightmare and Mark, and these two are not the last person, speaking of our company.
You said that they are going to the south?
Yes, we have patted them, basically mobility, so there is still a chance for a strike.
"How many days from Las Pegasus?"
Nightmare seems to have calmed down, but the fact that he grabbed a pair of dumbbells of maximum weight and began to mow down his hoofs indicated that he was still hotheaded.
"Six moons, Valdes." Six moons.
Bad, we must immediately tell Fleur and Soarin. Nightmare put out of action the battle car ... but I do not know the configuration ... you need to get acquainted with the data of the shock groups. If there are a lot of commandos, this is already bad. Diamond dogs knew how to surprise, especially if they knew how to surprise a commando.
"What did Celestia want, depriving us of this, Valdes?" We did not have a lot of things to cherish, and now there is not.
Unicorn did not stop. It seems that he will not calm down soon, but I understood him. Of the three of us, only Nightmare Crig had anything. DeathMark had only war, the war that Captain Nightmare Dancer had given him. The war that we were deprived of.
"You yourself know, DeathMark: we are liberators, not conquerors."
He grinned, focusing on the scar from the demonic sword. I recognize this expression on my face.
"I thought you could lie, Talon Master." It seems that I was wrong.
Nightmare Crig turned abruptly and slapped him on the shoulder, why the unicorn only poked him with a horn in the wing with a sharp attack. I had to reassure them, as usual.
"You both know that I think about it, and you know that we must remain silent."
"For whom?" For the sake of the moon, which threw us to pieces! She told you she was sorry? She left us to die slowly into the ...
He did not finish. Gladiy entered directly under the heart - not hooked, the blow should increase the influx of adrenaline and blood circulation; the point of impact will remind you where he is. He has a cold head, he will understand; the truth, his smoothness opposite my left shoulder said that there is a chance of the opposite. Everyone looked at us. I did not need to turn around to understand this. He took a deep breath and took a towel from Nightmare Krieg.
"Lieutenant, take the lieutenant to the apothecary." I think he needs to calm down a bit. We can not afford to lose more fighters in a stupid rehabilitation center where they can not fight for Equestria. I'm definitely not swallowing words? It seems that I did not quite hear myself.
"No, sergeant, you're right." It seems that he was a bit nervous.
He took it by the side, and they slowly went to the apothecary, under the ambiguous glances of the remaining legionaries.
Strengthen the load three times! Go-go! If I see once again that you have been overcome by some kind of dog, I'll write you down for the next match with the Equestrian Hooves and the Iron Guard!
The screams of Blizzard Stoune paused. It's not for nothing that the captain appointed her a military lieutenant, and at the same time, he put the responsibility for our physical form.
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I do not know what I expected when I entered the captain's office. Looks like I expected to hit the rack. After all, once in this office, I was ... welcomed. And now I am a guest here extremely undesirable, so much so that here, his darkness is light!
"And what happened there?" An attack on a superior in rank, an attempt to inflict a severe wound incompatible with life, a provocation! Have you completely lost your mind ?!
I always ask myself, is this the irony of fate or a direct mockery?
"No, Captain, Lieutenant DeathMark was close to losing control, it seemed strange to me, and it turned out that he was impulsive in connection with recent disappointments.
What else could I say? She wants excuses, she will get them, and I can not hide that looking at her "teeth creak," I was enjoying myself.
"Listen, Valdes, I suggest that you stop playing like filly and start working."
I pricked up my ears, according to my calculations, she should have hated me for about another year and a half, and then, if I die, like in some melodrama - right at the end of the war - and I will not make her even more angry.
All in attention. Captain, "I tried to translate the manner of the dialogue back, but by the way she stopped chewing the pen, it was rejected.
"Answer me, why were you against my candidacy for the captain's place?"
A simple question, the answer is no less simple, the problem is in number.
"Because Nightmare Dancer did not consider you worthy and suitable even as a lieutenant."
But only? Do you think me unworthy only because your foster father, who was executed six months ago, considered me a weakling?
Why have not I seen a good provocation? I do not know, even the Diamond Dogs with their meager intelligence sometimes managed to get me out more. No, of course, it made me angry, but that I just got mad at it? Luna upasi.
Because when you tell them
She pricked up her ears, and I heard the heartbeat become more frequent; eared ears and sticking tusks, however, were a simpler method of determining mood.
"Forgetting, sergeant.
"It's a pity you denied me an official dialogue, well, tolerate me on an equal footing." If you want an official reason, other than personal reasons? Ask Librarian SkyKilla, he will answer you.
Covering with your younger brother, who still left at least respect? You're pathetic, Valdes.
I sighed with fatigue, I did not sleep well for a long time, and it affected. As soon as I get the intelligence, I'll go to bed.
"I need intelligence on a convoy of dogs."
"You'll get it from Radar, if it's necessary." Let's return to the question, what should I do with you?
Get support, and nothing else.
"And will not you go to the moon?" What prevents me from sanctifying this incident?
What? What are you talking about, Captain?
I smirked when there was a knock at the office. I heard these steps; they were especially loud, surprised that she did not hear.
"Captain, Sergeant Valdes do you have?"
"Yes, come in."
It was DeathMark; wounds already as it had not happened ... he was angry, but only for show-off.
"Captain, I urgently need a sergeant for a rematch."
"What remath?!" He attacked you! It's all seen!
The unicorn was surprised, as I stood up.
"Come on, we've already finished here." By the way, have you seen Radar?
The captain paused, and on the hoofs at the temples and the way she looked at the table, I understood what was happening to her. Yes, we mocked. I would even say, they mocked. But, in truth ... This is what I do best.
Author's Note
I found an excellent beta in Russian, so the old chapters I will soon run through the translator again and the quality of the text can go up significantly. I apologize for the delay, if someone is interested in this work ... there are many problems in reality, I hope I will not detain the next one.
