TCB: RAGE!

 It's large cylindrical body sat on top of four outstretched rusted metal legs, a large clamp, fit for grasping the trunks of trees graced it's left side, as a large circular saw graced it's right. It's gears whined and howled in protest as it spun about, knocking a pony to the ground before one of its legs came down with a crunching  *Wh-Thump*. It's one large red optic sensor glared, sitting in the center of its heavily armored can shaped torso, flaking orange paint mixing none too well with the viscera and gore as it rampaged through the warehouse, spreading mayhem and destruction as it moved with fierce determination to kill any and all intruders.

"No they shouldn't have fixed it!" Juniper screamed, a thunderous crash rose as a hydraulic clamp tore away at more of the frame, with a roar as its jury rigged engine screamed, it tore through the warehouse, thundering after the scattering ponies. The green mare next to her, Isabelle waved her horn over the cache of potions meant to convert the wretched human form, turning them instead into a deadly corrosive. Juniper screamed at the machine as it grabbed Trigger.

“LET GO, YA PIECE  Of- Grrah” Trigger choked out as the machine slowly tightened its grip. carefully moving it’s saw to cut off his left foreleg. The sensor seemed to flare as it watched him begin to bleed to death, before taking mercy and sliced him in two with it’s  circular saw blade with a whine, before whirling and with a click as it’s pilot light ignited, burnt Jewel to a crisp.

"Get away from it, NOW! We have to leave!" Screamed Grim Rose firing more vials of re-enchanted potion at the raging machine, it's speakers crackled as the voice sang out again.

*Ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don't grow on trees!* The engine roared as it put on an extra burst of speed, slamming a one of its claws, still dripping with the blood of their comrades and friends into a stack of crates, the voice on the speaker only laughed as a few members of PER proved to be a bit too slow, being instantly crushed or for the unlucky ones, pinned beneath the heavy load.

"Our Intel said it had been disabled, all their security was supposed to be rendered useless!" Juniper spat into her headset, her insides squirmed as the upper half of a green coated stallion landed next to her. She would have been able to shrug it off easily enough and would have kept going if he hadn't tried to speak to her.

"Pl-ea," He croaked weakly, falling silent and moving no more. Juniper screamed in fury as she sent three vials of corrosive potion screaming across the room, one fell short, dissolving part of a crate with ease, and another splattered across the things left leg, Old and tarnished, construction mechs are horrifically robust though, and shrugged off the vile concoction, and the next after that. Juniper paused at it turned towards her now, with sudden interest, whirring it's saw, almost playfully. All she could do was gulp as it light flickered, and screamed across the room with a howl of its engine tossing crates aside.

"Come on, we have to follow Grim, he knows machines better than any pony, COME ON!" Isabelle yelled, her horn flaring as she picked up the earth pony, dragging her out of harm's way.

"DAMN HUMAN MACHINERY, DAMN IT TO HELL!" She yelled, magic simply fizzled and sparked off its armored hide, and any attempts to flip it with unified unicorn magic had proven useless. The only saving grace was it had no guns. It made up for this little fact by hurling bodies, or whatever else it could get it's claw on.

The earth ponies of the group worked steadily working a pry bar in their mouth in an attempt to break open the locks keeping them inside, the machine had already thought to destroy the way they had come in. Howls of bloodlust came from outside, as their tortured brethren sought to tear them to shreds. No place was safe for the ponies, but outside in the open they could run, and might just get away.

* * *

“YOU FUCKIN TRAITOR, I SHOULDN’T HAVE TRIED TO HELP YOU!” Buster screamed as he was pinned by both Gemstone’s hooves and magic.

“Hush this is for your own good,” She said somewhat stoically, “You're too hurt to really move around, and this is one of the best things I can do for you. Five minutes and you’ll be, ‘Hey quit squirming like that, That drug you're taking isn’t going to help you move quickly enough!’ He-” She spat as Buster managed to smack her in the face.

“Dammit Buster, I promise this shit will work. Jus be gladn’ that she’s willin’ ta’ share some of this here zebra mumbo jumbo,” Randal said, doing his best to pin his friends shoulders to the floor. “Asides’ I done took away the potion she done had left.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH THAT SHITS GOING TO HURT, I’M FINE DAMMIT! I SURVIVED BEING NEARLY KICKED TO DEATH BY TEN OF THOSE BASTARDS AND THEN TRAMPLED, FUCK YOU I’M FINE!” Buster howled, the little brown flask shimmered in Gemstones magical grasp, Feathers and bead tied around it with twine. A fresh rich, earthy smell came from it, along with the scent of strong smelling spices.

“Open wide, here comes the airplane,” Gem Cooed.

“FUCK OFF!” Buster spat. “I’m No-” he choked as the neck of the bottle was thrust neatly between his teeth.

“You're forgetting that I’m part of an organization infamous for forcing folks to drink things,” Gem smiled sheepishly. “I mean. . . not that I enjoy doing it. . . it’s just safer than most spells or weapons we could use.”

“See buddy, that weren’t so- Eh Gawd. . . Dammit,” Randal said, cringing as a bit of smoke began to escape from his friends nostrils. . . followed by a sharp succession of snaps and pops, as his fractured bones, broken ribs, and twisted ankle began to regenerate. Busters eyes rolled back into his skull, as more and more smoke poured from his mouth, As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. With lightning speed he rocketed to an upright position and screamed as a symphony of snaps and pops, of his bones knitting back together was heard. Gemstone and Randal could only try there best to cover their ears.

* * *

The mechanic froze, along with the soldier. It had been pleasantly uneventful on there trip to the communication center.

“You guys hear that?” Said the Mechanic.

“Yeah, Err Terry,” Said Mikey the Janitor. “Sounded like yellin.”

“Shut the fuck up and try and get the radio working,” Randy spat. slamming his hand against the desk for emphasis. Mikey and Terry exchanged a quick look, before laughing. The soldier face palmed, It wasn’t going to get any better.