The Sad Tale of Silver Streak

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"Red Claw! Lot's of them, I count at least an entire platoon, reinforced by two T-80's! The LZ is too hot. Think you can get to the back up LZ?" Silver Streak heard the pilot of the blackhawk that was sent in the evac her and her squad ask over the radio. She looked at the remnants of her squad. What used to be fifteen elite pararescuers were now six colts and mares, not a single one without an injury.

"Negative. Get out of here, 2-6." Silver said, before switching off her radio.

"We're not getting out of here, are we Sarge?" Corporal Eclispe asked solemnly.

"We will find a way out. We always do..." Posey muttered from the corner she was sitting in.

"Don't worry about a thing, ponies. I'll get you out of here." Silver promised. "Lock and load! Posey, head to the top floor and get the .50 online. Grizzly, go with her and give her cover. The rest of you, refresh on ammo, get some claymore placed around the building, and get to cover."

"Count on it!" Grizzly called out. "Posey, let's move!"

Posey and Grizzly quickly ascended the staircase leading to the floors above them, while the rest of the team rushed outside, placing as many claymores as they could. Once they finished, they rushed back inside and loaded fresh magazines into their weapons. Four of them were carrying an EM4A1, while the other two, including Silver, were carrying a SCAR-L. As for the sniper team, Posey was carrying a Mark 18 Close Quarters Battle Receiver, as well as a M107A3, while partner Grizzly was carrying a M14 EBR, as well as a Mark 18 Close Quarters Battle Receiver. Every weapon that the pararescuers were armed with was upgraded using SOPMOD kits. Much more effective than the AK's and G3's that the enemies were using.

"Fifty cal is ready to go, Sarge." Posey called over the radio. "Enemy contacts two kilos out. How copy?"

"I read you, Posey. Get Grizzly to take out the tanks with the javelin. If you see any light armor, use the fifty to take out it's engines."

"Roger." Posey replied. Seconds later, Silver heard the .50's signature deafening crack sound off, which was followed by the sound of a javelin missile being launched, followed by another seconds later.

"Tanks are down, switching to the mark fourteen." Grizzly called out over the radio.

"Contacts!" Eclipse called out. Silver looked up, noticing several squads of enemies advancing through the trees to the east. She raised her SCAR, firing off several quick bursts before taking cover, narrowly dodging the enemies return fire. She peaked around the corner, seeing that there were now eight contacts lying limp on the ground.

"I think I got one!" The squads rookie, Scraps, called out.

"Good job kid!" Midnight Sun called out. Midnight and Eclipse were siblings. They did everything together. They joined the Air Force together, they signed up to be with the Pararescuers together, and later, partnered up when they were put in the same squad.

"Midnight! Give me a hoof with this!" Eclispe shouted to his sister, lugging a M2HB over his shoulder. Midnight galloped up to him, taking the tripod from him, and help him carry it to the other side of the room. The two quickly set it up on its tripod, before Eclispe took a hold of it, firing off short, well aimed bursts into the enemy infantry.

"RPG!" Scraps called out, as a griffon charged through the mass of enemy infantry and shoulder its RPG, firing it's payload into the villa the squad were holding up in. The resulting explosion knocked Silver off her feet. She looked to her right and was able to make Scraps limp corpse out through her blurred vision, lying in a puddle of his own blood. She also
made out two other bodies, but they were too damaged to identify. Several insurgents charged through the large hole in the wall left by the RPG, only to be mowed down by Midnight. She felt somepony shaking her, looking up to see that Eclispe was alive, trying to snap her out of her chance. He suddenly screamed in horror, before shouldering his EM4 and firing. Silver looked at where Eclispe was firing, noticing that Midnight was lying on the floor, riddled with bullets.

Eclispe held down the trigger of his EM4. He didn't care about his own life, all he cared about was getting his friends out alive, and avenging the deaths of those who had fallen. Eclispe paused to reload, pulling the empty magazine out of the gun. As he reached for a fresh magazine, he felt a burning sensation in his stomach. He looked down to see blood seeping out of his stomach. He looked up just in time to see a griffon standing there, an AK-47 aimed at him, before it squeezed off a single round, hitting Eclispe directly in the head, blood covering the wall behind him.

Silver wanted to scream. She wanted to pick up her SCAR and mow down the griffon who just closed one of her closest friends. But when she tried to move, she found it was a fruitless endeavor. Multiple squads of insurgents ran past her, heading for the stairs.

Both Posey's and Grizzly's ears perked up at the sound of gunfire from an AK coming from inside the building. They didn't have enough time to react, as the insurgents burst into the room, beating down the pararescuers without mercy, before placing bags over their heads and dragging them out of the room.

Silver looked towards the stairs to see the insurgents running down them, dragging the unconscious bodies of Posey and Grizzly. She silently thanked Celestia that at least some of her squad survived. As they passed by her, Silver felt a sudden pain in her stomach. She looked up to see a large stallion standing over her, swinging the butt of his rifle at her face. The world suddenly turned black as it's stock made contact with her face.

"Hey! Wakey wakey!" A masked colt shouted, punching her in the face with all of his strength. As Silver's eyes fluttered open, she noticed she was inside a dark room with three masked colts. The room didn't have any furniture, besides the chair she was tied up in, a bench, and a table. "Mind telling me what your squad was doing?"

Silver could only think of one phrase to answer this question. "Kiss my plot..." she muttered. The three colts seemed to smile at this, as if wanting her to not be compliant. One of them walked towards her, an AK-74M in hand.

"Talk!" The masked colt shouted at Silver, before ramming the butt of his Kalashnikov into her nose, breaking it. Silver screamed out in pain, blood flooding out of her nose and down the tattered remains of her ABU. "Talk ya stupid bitch!"

Another masked colt walked up, a crowbar in his hooves. He chuckled grimly before slamming the crowbar into Silvers knee. Another wail of pain escaped Silvers lips. A third colt walked up, the leader by the looks of him, and glared down at her.

"This can all end, Ms. Streak. All you have to do is talk." He stated calmly.

Silver managed to gather up the strength to spit in his face, the bloodied saliva running down his left cheek. "Fuck you..." She muttered.

The mysterious colt just smiled at her, ripped off a piece of her uniform, and wiped the spit off his cheek. "Suit yourself, Ms. Streak. We will get the information we want... one way or the other." He grinned menancingly at her, before slamming his hoof into jaw.

Silver spat out some bloodied saliva and a single tooth. "You... you will have t-to kill me first..." Silver muttered, managing a small smirk.

"Oh... not yet. You two know what to do." He said, before walking outside of the room, slamming the door behind him. The two original colts smiled at each other, before walking up to her.

"Ah think we should have some fun with er'." One of them stated in a Southern accent, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"Well... she is quite a pretty filly. Aren't ya, lass?" The other one stated, running his hoof through her matted mane and down her cheeks.

"Hey, ya got ta go first last time. Ah'm first this time." The first one stated.

The other one sighed sadly. "Fine... I guess I have to wait my turn."

"Damn right!" He exclaimed, unbuttoning his uniform and tossing it aside. He bucked the chair that Silver was tied up in on its side, before he stood over her, his member pressing up against her lips. "Ya should have talked, you dumb bitch." He chuckled grimly, pushing his member into her mouth, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth repeatedly.

Silver glared at him, before biting down on his member, ripping off of his body.

The colt screamed out in pain. "YOU BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!" The colt pull his ka bar out of it's sheath, stabbing down at her. She pushed her back hooves against a wall, sliding forward as the knife missed its mark, instead cutting the ropes that held Silver in place. She rolled to the side and bucked her back legs upwards, hitting the colt in the jaw, the force of the impact breaking his neck. The other colt just stared at her, shocked. Silver picked up the deceased colts ka bar, throwing it at the other colt. The knife punctured his right eye, killing him almost instantly.

Silver spat the severed member out of her mouth, before kneeling down and picking up a nearby AKS-74. She pulled the magazine out of it, checking how much ammunition was left. Satisfied, she slid the magazine back inside and limped forward, barely managing to buck down a door that stood in her way. A guard was sleeping in a chair near the door, who didn't wake up despite all the noise. She silently placed the AKS on the ground, pulling out the ka bar and tip toeing up to the sleeping guard. She quickly stabbed the knife into the base of his neck. His eyes shot open in surprise, looking up at Silver.

"That's why you don't sleep on the job..." she whispered to him. The guards eyes rolled to the back of his head before his body went limp. As much as training was nagging her to hide the bodies, she didn't have time for this. All she knew as that some of her friends had survived, and that she had to rescue them. She started walking towards a nearby door, but before she could reach it, it swung open. Two colts walked in, talking to each other loudly before noticing Silver standing there. While they clumsily grabbed for their firearms, Silver shouldered her AKS and opened fire, quickly mowing down the two colts. Another door on the other side of the room fell to the ground with a mighty slam, a large patrol galloping into the room. Silver dived for cover as they opened fire, tipping over a nearby table on its side and taking cover behind it. She raised her AKS over the table, blind firing in the general direction of the enemies. She looked over the table to see several of them fall to the ground. One of them reached his belt, pulling a grenade out of one of its pouches and tossing it at her. Silver bucked it away, causing it to roll to the middle of the room.

"Shit!" One of the colts shouted. Silver ducked her head as the grenade detonated, the resulting explosion managing to knock out Silver.

-Five months ago-

"You ready for this?" Silver asked Eclispe, one of her squads new recruits. They looked down at the ground that was 25,000 feet below them. The rest of their squad has already jumped, their parachutes opening one after one below them.

"Yeah. Let's do this!" Eclispe shouted eagerly, as they both jumped out of their C-130.