Battle for Equestria

"The Aalee"

08:48

"Heavy"

F.R.A.G

Zavros Desert

Ibexian Royal Army

My name is Heavy. I'm the team support. You know, those soldiers where they use LMGs and stuff like that. I'm part of F.R.A.G, the most elite fighting force in the Royal Army. We've gotten reports of ponies capturing the local residents of the desert. Event though it's great to help other ponies, I hate to leave the front lines. I'd much rather bash some DEA skulls.

Fort Armor

I was on the phone, talking with my girlfriend who was back in the Ibex Kingdom.

"Yeah, I know. The food they serve in the mess sucks. But the locals are actually pretty friendly. We haven't met any enemies yet."

"Good, now I know you'll be coming back. I really miss you."

"I miss you too honey. Don't worry, we'll be deployed back home in a couple of weeks. You better get ready."

"I'll be ready alright."

"Hey, Heavy! We got a situation here!"

"Oh! I got to go. Emergency, I guess. You know how it is."

"Yup! I love you!"

"I love you too."

I hung up and joined the rest of my team, who were gathering in the command center.

"Listen up, mares! We have a problem! It seems that the ponies who were capturing the locals have gotten the balls to strike again ever since we landed here. One of our recon planes captured this video."

On the giant screen showed a video from the sky. The plane zoomed in on a small town. After a few seconds I began to notice that ponies were being shot at. No matter what age or gender. Filles were being killed as well. My hooves began to tremble with anger.

"Orders from the top states that these bastards must be dealt with immediately. But we are not here to start another war! Remember that! Do only what is necessary! Now move out!"

After a quick gear up, we flew to the village that was being attacked. As soon as we landed, all hell broke loose. The attacking ponies all of a sudden opened fire on us. Instantly, almost a quarter of my squad fell lifeless to the ground. Some clutched onto their faces, where the bullets entered to end their short lives. The rest of my squad jumped behind cover, but did not fire back. I didn't know why at first.

"Why aren't you firing back!? I can't kill them all!"

"Remember what the Captain said at briefing!"

"He said do what is necessary! And when we're getting shot at by a bunch of assholes, I think that's pretty damn necessary!"

"But-"

"Fuck it! Even if you aren't with me, I fighting back!"

I poked out of the broken wall and opened fire. I managed to kill one and hit two before they were behind cover as well and continued to fire on me. A bullet whammed right into my shoulder. I pushed and laid my back on my cover. I could feel blood going down my arm.

"Sunuvabitch..."

I tried to apply pressure on the wound, but it was impossible for me to do it. A medic teleported over and immediately began to heal me. It still hurt. When I looked around, I realized that my whole squad followed after me and began to shoot back. We easily overpowered them and eventually led them to retreat.

We won the battle, but that doesn't mean it wasn't costly. We lost half of our squad, three trucks, and 20 of us are injured, including me. But the village sustained the heaviest losses. As I scanned, I realized that the village lost 63 colts, 52 mares, and 29 fillies. Many were on the ground, crying over their loss. The ground was covered with bodies. The bodies almost made me trip five times. By the time I escaped the valley of death, my boots were completely covered in blood. The villagers showed great fear towards us. I don't blame them. Compared to their technology, we looked like gods.

I saw a colt who did not look afraid. I walked up to him and held out my hoof. He shook it and began speaking some language I didn't understand. He had a dirty beard and wore a fancy looking robe.

"Anypony know what the hell this pony is saying?"

A recruit came out.

"I do sir. I've studied this desert's language for a couple years."

"Good. Can you translate for me?"

"Yes, sir."

The recruit began talking to the pony in seemingly gibberish. After a while, he turned and translated what the pony said to me.

"This pony is the elder of the village. He thanks us for saving what is left of his village from the Aalee."

"The Aalee?"

The translator, as we soon came to call the recruit, turned back to the elder and spoke. A few minutes later he turned back towards me.

"The Aalee is a group of evil ponies who are native to the desert. They kill, rob, and rape the locals, as well as supply weapons and bits for the DEA."

"We have to report this to command."

Sonar spoke up. "Already on it, buddy."

"F.R.A.G to Fort Armor HQ! This is Sonar! We have information of a new enemy! Request permission to speak to Commander Armor!"

"This is Shining Bullet to Sonar! What is the situation?"

"We have information that a new enemy is in this area. They call themselves the Aalee."

"Have you taken care of the attackers of the village?"

"Affirmative."

"Excellent. Return to base. We can discuss this later."

"Yes sir."