The Rise of Wrath

Diceroll strolled into the tech room of his base. The tech, a young Saddle Arabian named Jace Al Fortunas, was scrambling around the room, checking readouts and the such.

Diceroll spoke to get his attention. "Corporal, you had something for me?"

Fortunas looked up in surprise. "Oh, yes, of course general." Despite being a full foot taller then Diceroll, the Arabian treated him like he was a threatening dragon.

He led Diceroll over to a battered assault rifle. "This general, was recovered from the ruins of the Manehatten fiasco. It was used by one of the changelings, who left his weapon behind. Now, it is a standard 10 magic-measure assault rifle, besides the souped up upgrades, on the outside. On the inside, it's a whole different story."

With that, the tech popped open the internal bolt, prying open half the assault rifle in the process.

Diceroll frowned. "Well? I don't see anything really different."

Jace scowled. "There are two extra magical glass magnifiers, nearly tripling it's power. And it gets better. That would make it a powerful weapon if it still used copper energy crystals!" He handed Diceroll a small black clip. Inside were about a dozen silver rectangles.

Diceroll frowned. "What's that?"

"Lutetium!"

Diceroll stared blankly.

"Lutetium is a rare high-density element that is difficult to manufacture into energy crystals. It has nearly double the density, and thus, power, of our standard Cadmium crystals."

Diceroll nodded. "And? So they've got a slightly more powerful assault rifle. Whats the problem?"

"SLIGHTLY MORE POWERFUL!?!?!?!?" Jace practically screamed. He calmed himself down, then grabbed another rifle. "This is a mock up of this rifle, and uses my only reserves of Lutetium crystals. Come with me."

They walked outside to see that the Tech had rolled out an old-fashioned battle tank with a massive cannon. Jace explained.

"This is a replica of an old South Griffonian Tiger 1 Battle Tank I have that's in mint condition. It's armor is the same as it was back in the Great War."

With that, Fortunas lowered the weapon at the famously tough tanks.

The first shot knocked a link of the tracks. The next vaporized a smoke launcher. The third and final hit something important, for the turret exploded into the sky, before falling back down to the tank, upside down.

Diceroll looked out at the wreck in a sense of awe. "And thats..."

"THATS what they have as a standard weapon." Jace finished.

Diceroll paled. "Thats not good."

...

Wrath smiled at Sombra. The tyrant was furious, and was getting rapidly impatient for results.

But that tyrant could surly appease somepony like Sombra.

"Sombra, we're doing the best we can. I assure you, we have Cadence in our grasp. I have an idea, though, and it will be most impressive."

Sombra frowned. "Last chance Wrath. Then I do this myself."

Wrath nodded. "Of course. We will capture them soon enough. Soon enough."

...

Diceroll strolled into the casino. He trotted over to the table where Zachary was lounging about with another female Zebra without a care for the world.

Zachary looked up at the General, a smile of recognition on his face. Then it creased into terror at Diceroll's own face.

Diceroll was angry, to say the least. "Wrath." he spat. "Everything. Now."

The zebra air pirate tried to nudge farther away. "I already told you all I know!"

"Bull!!!" Diceroll almost roared, though trying not to attract attention from the other patrons.

Zachary cringed. "I'm serious!"

Diceroll dropped a sack that jingled full of coins. "Try me."

Zachary sighed. "I seriously don't know anything. However..." he glanced to the side "My informant would."

Diceroll blinked. "Who's you're.." Diceroll whipped to the side, just in time to see the female zebra dip out of a side door.

Diceroll bolted for the getaway.

Meanwhile, Zachary shook his head, smiling, and opened the bag. Then he laughed.

The bag was filled with one thousand Saddle Arabian dollars. The Arabians' currency was currently in a deep depression, and this sack was probably worth more then it's contents.

...

Diceroll galloped out, only to see the Zebra finish climbing up the twenty-story roof. Diceroll pushed his galloping momentum into leaping up the wall, and onto a fire escape, which he than ran hastily up.

A minute or two later, he got to the top.

The zebra stood at in the center of the roof, smiling. "Well Diceroll, about time you got here." she laughed.

Diceroll pulled out a pistol. "Out of luck."

The mare laughed. "Diceroll, we both know that you couldn't hit me if I was an inch from you."

Diceroll scowled. Then again, they don't call him the summoner for anything. He just loved pulling stuff out of nothing. Well actually, he pulled them out of a personal null-space storage area but that's a different story. Anyway, he might miss with any firearm, but not with say, a throwing knife.

The knife flew perfectly into the zebra's breast.

The zebra form shimmered, revealing a lithe female changeling with piercing red eyes.

Then Diceroll lost control of the situation.

Because, instead of falling down dead, the changeling calmly used red-outlined magic to remove the bloody knife, and promptly sent it back, where it gashed a long cut on Diceroll's leg.

Diceroll charged, drawing his favorite magic longsword.

The changeling deftly blocked with a long, wickedly-sharp combat blade.

Diceroll scowled. "Come on, you're outmatched. Surrender, changeling!" Diceroll threw a half dozen devilish swipes, which he entirely expected to tear the changeling apart.

Instead, the changeling easily blocked every single one. "Right. Like thats going to happen."

Diceroll, furious, rained blow after blow down on the changeling. She blocked ever one.

Suddenly, the changeling was on the offensive. Diceroll desperately tried to block, the changeling slicing and dicing like no normal swordsmen, even landing a few blows. Diceroll lept back..

And with a maddening smile, the changeling swung forward, ripping the sword out of Diceroll's magical grasp. Diecroll was at the edge of the building, the combat blade pointed at is throat.

The changeling smiled. "So, who's outmatched again Diceroll?"

Suddenly, a blue bolt of magical energy knocked the combat blade off the roof. The changeling spun around, a pair of sub-machine guns appearing in her grasp.

A very unhappy looking Long Shot stepped out of the shadows, the bolt of his rifle clicking as another crystal was primed. "Lay down you're arms. You're surrounded."

About a half dozen members of the first company stepped out of the shadows, weapons loaded and ready.

Diceroll was flabbergasted. "Geez you're late!"

Long Shot glared at him. "Quiet." Then, he turned his attention back to the changeling, who was backed to the edge of the building. "Now, who are you, and why are you here?"

The changeling chuckled. "My name is Lieutenant Harka of the Changeling Grand Airfleet, a name you best remember!" She smiled devilishly, her guns disappearing. "Wrath sends his regards to all! For the Reds are behind him! We are Legion! We are Death! And nothing can stop us! Nothing can stop the Wrathful! Nothing can stop Him! Nothing can stop Wrath!" She cackled evilly, then stopped. She spoke in a deadly quiet voice. "Nothing can stop Death itself."

Then, she disappeared. A teleport spell carried her away.

Diceroll scowled. "Why do they always do that?"

Another voice cut through. "Well, what the hell was that? I thought you were good at your job."

Diceroll sighed. "I should have known. Let me guess, you're here to criticize me?"

Rosie Hooves smiled. "No, actually. I wouldn't come all the way from Canterlot while I'm pregnant just to criticize you. You're all under suspicion for treason, primarily consulting with enemy elements."

One of the newer soldiers frowned. "Wait, how do you have the authority to do that?!"

Rosie smiled. "Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Agent Rosie Hooves, wife of your boss and agent of the Celestial Intelligence Agency. Thank you."