Soldiers: Skyfall

"Station 11? Station 11 do you copy?"

"This is station 4, we heard 11 go down. We are getting people from all over station 11's sect--"

"Starion 4? Station 4!.....damn it......"
--Keeper of Law Cheif Banks attempt to corrdinate with Keeper Stations Las Pegasus.

Date: August 9th 1666 CC
Time: 13:30
Name: Gold Shield
Location: 1948 Birch Street, Vanhoover

Gold sighed contently as he finished the chapter of his book that he started a week ago and had been enjoying a great deal when not on duty down at the Keeper Station. The earth pony set the book to the side and debated what to do next for his day off when he heard the front door open and hooves rapidly approaching.

Going to investigate he arrived just in time to catch his wife before she fell over from carrying too many groceries.

He chuckled as he righted her. “You know you didn't have to bring them all in, right?” Gold said as he took some bags.

“I didn't want to make two trips.” His earth pony wife, Green Curl said in defense.

“I could have gotten it then.” He shot back.

“.....I knew that.” She said sheepishly as they reached the kitchen and set the bags down on the table there.

“Uh-huh course you did.” He said as he nuzzled her. She gave a sigh and nuzzled back, going to put things away.

“So how was the book?”

“Very well, about half way through it. How was the store?”

“Eh….bit busy, they seemed to have some call ins so lines were a bit backed up.”

“Lovely.” he chuckled as he helped put the groceries away.

“How does a pizza sound for lunch?” His wife asked pulling out a frozen pizza.

“Like a fine idea.” He said as he went to start the oven heating.

“I figured something easy would be nice.” She chuckled as she put the last of the groceries away.

“Agreed, I'll make something for dinner.” Gold said.

“You don't have too.” Green said as she opened the box the pizza was in.

“I want to, I'm not the only one that should enjoy putting their hooves up today.” He said giving her a hip bump.

“Okay okay twist my leg why don't you?” She smiled.

He kissed her and turned to leave the kitchen. “And maybe I'll wear that dress you like for that dinner.” His wife said behind him making him miss a step at that image as it meant other things were planned by his wife. Said wife’s laughter followed him out as her evil plan was already in motion.

Damn mare, she knows how to push certain buttons way too well as he decided to grab a quick shower to cool off.

Once that was done and he was in the middle of drying after cooling off he was startled by the loud beeping as the smoke alarm went off.

He rushed out of the bathroom already smelling smoke. “Gold!” his wife called from the kitchen.

Gold rushed into the kitchen where the smoke was much thicker coming from the oven, his wife opening up and yelping as she jumped back as it belched forth smoke and flames. “Get back!” Gold yelled as he opened the pantry and grabbed the extinguisher.

Pulling the pin he began to spray the foam into the stove as the smoke and heat was growing stronger.

“Put it out!” Green yelled.

“I’m trying!” Gold said back as the flames were growing and he was starting to cough from the smoke and the heat grew. Why wasn't the extinguisher doing anything? What was wrong? Why was it getting harder to breathe?

Date: August 9th 1088 CC
Time: 13:30
Name: Gold Shield
Location: 45th Street, Vanhoover.

Gold’s eyes snapped open and the first thing to greet him was a splitting headache as he groaned memories rushing back.

He was called into work early in the morning due to some sort of emergency, he was sent to oversee evacuations to shelters when everything went to tartarus. He had no clue what was happening, just some sort of attack. He had been heading down 45th street siren blaring when a car ran the light from a side street….he swerved….

His head shot up with a stab of pain to see the front of his cruiser wrapped around a light pole. And to add to the situation, flames were coming from under the hood as smoke was pouring into the inside from the air vents.

“Shit!” Gold said as he moved and hissed as a stabbing pain shot up his leg telling him it was broken.

He’d worry about that later as he tried the door only for it not to budge. He checked the locks and found them open but no matter what he tried the door wouldn't open.

The flames from the engine block were growing as more smoke poured into where he was.

He quickly closed the vents to try and slow it trying to ignore the pain in his leg as he moved to see if he could somehow get to the other door.

It was a no go as the shotgun and other equipment blocked that.

In desperation he tried to break the window with his elbow and was rewarded with all new pain. “Okay….not like the movies…..” he said as he cradled the elbow seeing the flames were bigger and spreading now.

He tried his elbow again and only got pain as the glass resisted breaking, after two more times he gave up as the pain helped clear the fog from his head as he remembered his equipment belt.

He reached for his baton and tried to unclip it only to find that easier said than done as things weren't exactly meant to be removed from it while sitting in your slowly burning cruiser.

More and more smoke was filling the compartment as the flames now filled the windshield and he frantically tried to unlock the shotgun to blast the glass, desperate to save himself from a very painful death.

Suddenly the window exploded inward and was replaced by a metal stock of a cheap military rifle.

“Hey yo! The screws still alive!” someone yelled and there was a clambering outside.

Gold recognized the term used by many in the criminal underground to refer to Keepers and now he was trying to get the shotgun for another reason.

Suddenly someone was in the window leaning into the cruiser and Gold threw a weak punch that was ignored.

“Easy Screw!” The figure said as they wrapped arms around Gold’s chest and started to lift him out of the seat.

Gold couldn't help crying out in pain as his leg was moved and the figure dropped him. “my...my leg…it's broken.” he wheezed.

“Yeah well, eat it unless you want to become a well done screw.” The figure said and started to lift him out of the seat again.

He hissed at the pain as he was pulled out of the car. As he got more clear some one else wrapped their arms around his waist to hold him as he was carried away from the burning cruiser. “Yo get the shotgun.” someone yelled and a moment later another figure had the shotgun as the trunk was popped and being raided for the equipment back there.

Gold was taken a little ways away and sat against a building finally getting a good look at who had saved him and blinked as he saw them wearing blue and white bandannas marking them as one of the larger gangs in the city, Killer Z.

One of them brought the first aid kit over and open it, starting to tend to Gold’s leg. “This is going to hurt a lot.” The one tending him said, as soon as he finished speaking he yanked on Gold’s leg and there was a popping sound and a lot of pain making him cry out once more but it slowly fades to a dull throb that was less then it had been before as the gang member started applying a splint.

Gold looked around and saw multiple cars parked on the street and multiple Killer Z's around all well armed as well as a few people that didn't look like gang members.

“What…what's going on?” Gold asked.

“We are getting the fuck out of the city, that's what.” A unicorn pony said walking up. Gold recognized him from the bulletins due to multiple warrants for his arrest. He was the second in command of the Killer Zs, Ashes. “City’s fucked and staying puts a death sentence. Figure if we move fast we can make it across the eastern bridge.”

Gold looked at the hoof full of ponies he could see that weren't wearing gang colors. “Not a clue, ran into them as we left the neighborhood…they hopped aboard or started following in their own cars.” The gang leader said dismissively

“And done.” The gang member tending to Gold’s leg said.

“Alright you assholes, load up we’re moving!” Ashes yelled and gang members started moving to get back in their cars as two of them got on either side of Gold to help carry him.

He was loaded into the back of a pick seeing his cruiser was totally engulfed in flames now and the convoy started moving as the pain and panic of everything caught up to Gold and he passed out.