Let Loose the Dogs of War

"I need Bable out of my head if I'm ever going to win Royal Flush over. Or have a normal life for that matter" Trebass took a bite out of his apple, staring out into the rain.

"The Eyeglass is charged up and ready to go, we'll start whenever you're ready." Alexander said, his head in the refrigerator.

"I'm ready if you are." Trebass finished his apple as he drew the curtains.

Alexander opened a beer can that he took from the fridge, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I think I need a break from our world anyways. Could you send me to a tropical island or something?" Trebass turned the trigger frame that opened up to the metal corridor.

"It's not up to me to decide. It's kind of hard to explain, but imagine all of space as a clock and that the Eyeglass is a clock on top of the clo-" Alexander was cut off by Trebass, "A simple No would have sufficed you know?"

Alexander and Trebass arrived at the vault door, they entered Alex's laboratory. The large computer screen, the Eyeglass, and the Velvet Chair. Trebass sat in the Velvet Chair and put the flashing metal bowl on his head. He checked the M.A.S.T. it read "HOME".

"Run me through the basics again will you?" Trebass looked at the computer screen, confused.

"The Eyeglass is going to bring you to a random destination in space and time, try to find out something about Bable, get on the Eyeglass before it leaves, get back here to pay your rent." Alexander chuckled as he typed in more complicated commands into the computer. He stepped to a lever to the side.

"Are you ready?" Alexander asked as he put on his safety goggles over his face.

Trebass nodded. Alexander pulled the lever. Sparks flew out of the Eyeglass and, within an instant, Trebass and the Velvet chair vanished from sight.

Trebass felt the same way as the previous "Trip" with the Eyeglass. The numbed body, white all around him, and being rendered unable to move. But this time, a mysterious loud whirring noise could be heard. Trebass opened his eyes to another pony sitting across from him. The pony was wearing a green and black camo helmet and vest. Ponies of a similar image sat beside him. Trebass looked to his left and five other ponies wore the same outfit. He looked to his right and it was the same, but the stallion adjacent to him had his helmet sitting on his lap.

He had a light brown coat and a dark brown mane. But his cutie mark was covered by the camouflaged outfit he wore.

"You're from the town we just came from aren't you?" The pony sitting next to him asked.

"Um... Yeah, where are we right now? If you don't mind my asking." Trebass looked behind to find a window.

"You're on the Equestrian Cloud right now, the best top notch transport plane out there. We're just about to land Los Pegasus. Or what's left of it anyways." The stallion put his helmet.

"Well, what's left of-" Trebass question was soon met with an answer, but not from the pony beside him.

He glanced out the window and saw the tall modern buildings collapsing. The parts of the building that still stood were overgrown with plantlife or were covered in rubble.

"Sweet Celestia..." Trebass whispered to himself.

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten used to it by now, it's been this way for the past ten (10) years. By the way, I didn't quite catch your name."

"It's Trebass, nice to meet you." He extended his hoof, expecting a hoofshake.

"Name's Braeburn, fifth (5th) platoon in the Equestrian Army, and the pleasure's all mine." He returned the hoof shake, but stood snapped into an upright position. The rest of the other soldiers mimicked him.

The stomps of two large hooves could be heard, and shook the plane itself. A large minotaur with a camouflaged vest walked in the middle aisle, between the upright soldiers. He stopped when he reached Trebass. He turned to face him and bent down so he was eye level with the white unicorn.

"Son, shouldn't you be in the back with the rest of the civialians? Or are you a new recruit that the General didn't tell me about?" The minotaur's voice caused the metal walls to vibrate.

"U-Um... I..." Trebass was cut off by Braeburn, who was still sitting as straight as any ruler.

"There were no more spaces for this civillian."

The minotaur gave Braeburn a stare so cold it could have frozen his heart if the plane wasn't so hot.

"No more spaces... Sir." Braeburn added.

The minotaur grunted, then proceeded to the cockpit no more than twenty (20) meters away from Trebass.

Trebass was able to catch a glimpse of the dog tags that were hanging from the minotaur's neck. They read, "Iron Will"

"Who was that?" Trebass asked Braeburn.

Braeburn let out a deep breath, as he was attempting to hold it until the minotaur had left the room. "That was Sergeant Iron Will. The highest authority on this here transport carrier."

"Oh, I see... So Why are we in Los Pegasus?" Trebass asked.

"Well, I'm here for two (2) reasons myself. The first (1st) being to drop off you civilians in the hidden army shelter here in the good 'ol city. And the second (2nd) being the mare I got back at the base waitin' for me." Braeburn looked at the window with Trebass.

"Is she a soldier too?" Trebass asked.

"Nope, just a civilian trying to hide from the enemy. Just like everypony else that lives in the shelters." Braeburn replied.

"Who is the enemy?" Trebass had so many questions and was hoping he hadn't annoyed Braeburn.

"Diamond Dogs." Braeburn's straight face turned into a look of anger.

Suddenly, a loud booming sound came from outside.