Pushing open the door, I walked into a large party hall, well as big as you can get in a military base. It was filled to the brim with ponies and soldiers, laughing and having the time of their lives. Something felt.....off. There was a band Playing back in front of a dance floor. A huge banner hung across the wall that simply read Victory. Looking around, I saw my team. 'It can't be.' I say to myself.' They're all dead.' Yet here they were.

"Marble, over here!" Colbalt calls, drink in hoof. Eventually, I make my way over, pushing past all the other ponies celebrating. Shadow poured me a drink.

"Ah can't believe it's ov'r." Mac sighed." Feels like only yest'rday we was shippin' out."

"Me neither." I say, still eying them cautiously.

"Eh cheer up, Marble." Onyx said with his heavy Chicacolt accent." I'm sure things can only get better from here."

"Ha, ya got that right mate." Shadow chimed in. "Bloody 'ell, didn't think them griffins would give up." We all broke out into a laugh. "Ah mean like, they just kept coming. White, remember that time at Clawhook pass, ah swear I took out a whole company myself." The laughter grew as somepony approached us from behind.

"Gentlecolts." Said a familiar voice.

"Colonel Trottman." Sargent Thunder answers in a salute.

"At ease, Sargent." Trottman replies." You colts seem to be enjoying yourself here, so I won't make this long. Just stopped over to wish you all good luck back home, and a safe trip back. This time tomorrow, you all should be docking in Fillydelphia. I'm so proud of you all." With that, Trottman turned and disappeared into the crowd

"Haha, ya hear that guys, we're going home." Onyx laughed." I don't know about you guys, but first thing I do is going to be getting myself a beer, a hayburger and watching the opening game for the Bugbears."

"How can you like the Bugbears? They're terrible at hoofball." Star complained.

"Hey, just you wait. They'll make to championship, one of these days."

"What about you Mac? Got any plans when you get back to Equestria?" Timber asks

"Jest goin' back ta mah farm with mah family. Meet mah new foal." He said with with a hint of anticipation.

"Oi Marble what about you, ya got anything waitin for ya, anypony?" Shadow teased, since I was the only one on the team without a mare waiting for me.

Before I could answer, I noticed something wrong, all of this felt... off. It felt all noise just stopped. There was no music, no laughing, no celebrating. Suddenly a bloodcurdling scream fills the room. No other ponies seem affected by it. Looking across the table, I see Colbalt laying in the ground screaming, and crying. His hind legs were completely blown off. Blood spurted from the ends. "HELP ME! HELP ME!" He screams. I tried to rush over to him, but I couldn't move. My hoof felt like cement. An explosion and another scream reaches my ears. Starboard laying next me. His forelegs were gone and most of his chest was blown open.

"Ahhh!" Star screams in pain." I wanna go home! I wanna go home, Marble!"

I can't take it. I clasp my eyes shut and hold my front hooves over my ears. "Marble? What have you done to us?!" I can't see who said it, but that voice belonged to Timberhoof. Slowly opening my eyes, I instantly wished I didn't. I was back in the damn jungle My entire team was gathered around me, all blooded and mutilated. Timber looked like just a pile of skin and bones. Mac was trying to talk but couldn't with half of his face blown off. Ortega stood to my right with several stakes piercing his body. Lt Riverwood was in front of me. His face was covered in blood as the remnants of his jaw hung limply from his muzzle. Shadow stood just behind him multiple bullet holes in his chest and side. "You did this to us!" They scream. "You killed us!"

"No. Nooo!" I yell. I lower myself to the ground clasping my eyes shut so as to not see them." Make it stop!"

"This is your fault! You let yourself live and killed us!"

"Make it stop!"

"Enough of this!" A new voice yells." Wa-"

I spring up, gasping for breath. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I take notice where I am. Three stone walls and a set of iron bars. I'm in a dungeon. My ears twitch as I hear hoofsteps approaching from down the hall. A minute later a guard stops in front of my cell.

"W-where am I?" I croak out.

He only responds with, "The Princess wishes to speak with you."

Author's Note

A short chapter. More coming soon ( could be a week(s))

Song is in the mood by Glenn miller if it ever stops working