Breach and Clear

Darkness enveloped a small room. It was damp, depressing, and just not a good place to be in. An old wooden door sat at the end of this room. The walls began to creep an eerie screech. The wall paper of pink flowers began to peel back. The ceiling started to leek water onto the walls. A person lay unconscious and bloodied in a corner. She moved her head, suddenly stopping and screaming when a sharp jolt of pain struck her. Raising her hand to her neck, she feels a sharp serrated edge. The women didn't know what was happening as newly made blood started to flood down her neck. She looked down at her shirt, careful not to cause anymore agony. she wore a white shirt, blood completely covering the right side. She tried to stand up, only to find her ankle completely twisted 180 degrees. Another shriek and more blood.

A rusted bed was not too far away from her as it sat in the corner next to her. The room itself was small. A small note on the door began to flutter into the air, disintegrating into the air. A large piece flew over into the girl's facial area. There was writing in different colors of the rainbow reading "DISCORD"

The women thought for a moment. But then a memory flashed before her. Five soldiers, each having different skills. One was a medic, a sniper, an assault specialist, explosive specialist, and there was a leader. They all had skills of navy SEALS. There was a large corrupt memory which didn't make sense.

She still wondered about some of the things going on. Where was she? Why does she have a blade in her neck? What is happening to the room she is in?

Dizzy, this was all she felt. On last memory came through. She was in an old castle, very old, but still inhabited. She looked to her side to see she was walking with someone. It was the five other people, only they were all running from something. She looked back. Everything went blank when she grew a yellow aura around herself.

The girl breathed one last time before staring up onto the ceiling. She pulled all of her strength together and pulled herself onto the bed. Her eyes danced the dark room. Her vision grew black around the edges. She put her hand up to her neck, grabbing the knife. She pulled, more blood spat out. It eventually came out with a sickening *shlip*

She immediately dropped the knife from her lifeless hands. Her mouth foamed and she finally passed from the world, freed from her physical body.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shane sat up in his cold, iron seat. briefing took longer than usual. The Sergent Major barked commands at Shane's squad.

"Infiltrate the compound and take out the drug lord!"

A large screen flashed behind him, showing a blue map of the compound and surrounding areas. They were stereotypical mud houses from old cartoons. The neon lights ran in a grid fashion the screen was just blue plastic.

"Any questions?" He looked around the group. No one even moved,"Fantastic. Report to the armory for supplies if needed. We ship out at 2200 hours." Everyone shuffled out like kids out of a math room. Only they first saluted to the Sargent and left at a small hustle. They left their yellow and tan camouflaged tent, across the sand path to the armory. Another tent, a little bit larger, sat resisting the dessert winds. The five walked in to see an entire new scene. There was a table in the far corner in the back left side of the tent. The same white table you would see at college parties.

Multiple weapons sat idle. A man in a tan pixelated suit stared at the five people, four guys and one girl.

"Have at it men." He said as he walked over to a near by table with multiple papers and files. A thick man from the group picked up a flak jacket from a hook in the wall. Sliding it on he tested the chest part. The jacket responded with a solid knock noise.

"Nice." He said as he looked around for something. He found an old sharpie on the desk. He grasped it. Taking off the cap, he wrote "James" on the right chest piece. The girl in the group laughed, taking off her black sunglasses and staring at the letters.

"You wrote it backwards." James blushed, trying to cross the name out and instead write "Bang" the right way. He put the marker back and walked back to the table. An old M240 machine gun awaited him. He picked it up by the barrel, putting his other hand on the trigger.

"Awesome." Escaped his lips.

The girl walked up to the table. She stared at a weapon perfect for her. An M-24 sniper rifle. She picked it up, staring at it in all of its glory. She didn't need to write her name on her weapon or suit. Her shirt had her name on it already and the weapon had her name written all over it.

"Carly gotcha'" She said.

Shane walked over to the table. Putting on a Mollie vest and picking up an M-4 Carbine. His name was also etched into his shirt.

Another young man walked up. He couldn't decide what weapon to pick up. After a about a minute James finally blurted out.

"Dammit, Chuck! Just get the damn shotgun" Chuck did as he was told and picked up the M-1014 shotgun.

The last boy in the group walked up. He had a huge grin on his face. He had to choose between two different guns: an Barrett REC7 or a Robinson Armament XCR. He decided on the Barrett REC7 and then the whole group started loading on equipment. C-4 for "Bang". Thermal scope for Carly "Shot". Extra mags for Shane "Lead". A red dotted scope for Mark "Clear". Another medical kit for Chuck "Needles".

They exited the tent and went back into the briefing tent. Everyone found a seat. Either on a table or took a knee on the ground. Shane kneeled down and used his index and middle fingers to draw in the dirt.

"Okay." Shane started,"It is just a simple go in shoot and leave." He proceeded to draw a giant "X","This is us" He said. Shane drew a large line into a large box labeled "Town","Simple enough. If something goes wrong, make your way to the outskirts and regroup to the north."He drew a giant "X" over the end of the line which runs through town. He then put five new ones sprouting out of random spots in the box and then coming together at the top of the box."There we will call in an extraction."

"can't we just carpet bomb the damn place?" James asked, walking up and stomping on the box.

"Too many civilians."

"How come they have to send us in?" Carly asked,"Sounds like I won't even be needed unless I can set up a position in the north where we will be extracted anyway."

"you have an M9 don't you? Just use it and get an AK or ask to get a new gun from the armory." Shane responded while standing up."Any further questions?"

He checked his watch 9:29 PM.

"It's almost time. Get any last minute supplies and meet back in the court yard when your done."

~~~~~ 30 minutes later~~~~~

A Black Hawk stealth helicopter waited idle for the five. Shane checked his watch.

"It's time! Load onto the helicopter!"

The five shuffled onto the Black Hawk stealth helicopter as the pilots finished drinking their cups of coffee and started the engine. The equipment came to life as the rotters started to rotate. Carly played with her new M4 MWS. Mark couldn't help but laugh at her new gun.

The helicopter lifted off the ground and slowly risen. Shane saluted the commander as they left.

They went over weapon procedures and plans. They watched as a large body of water passed by. Shimmering water was the only thing the five wanted. They were all thirsty and the "Water" they had at camp was horrible. James bet it was clear liquid mud.

A small village came into view. Shane ducked and walked forward from his seat to the pilots.

"You know what to do?" Shane yelled over the rotters. The pilot nodded.

"Yeah, we drop you off and come back at the extraction point." He said grasping the foam piece on his head set. Shane responded with a pat on his shoulder and rejoining his team. Mark stared at the large Mini gun folded next to the door. Drool almost dripped down to the floor. James could almost feel the same if he didn't have such a large gun himself. They started to lower to the ground when suddenly Shane and Carly both saw the worst sight possible.

"RPG!" they screamed in unison. The propelled grenade exploded right in the door when there was a silence. Dead silence. Shane tried to open his eyes. He was in the helicopter. Everything had stopped. James was stuck in the moment he got up from his seat. Carly was in the air from jumping back. He had his finger pointed at the rpg. Mark had his gun pointed at the shooter. Chuck was in a fetal position. The RPG was frozen in the cabin, fire was still.

"What is going on here?" Shane tried to open his mouth but nothing happened. Suddenly everything went blank. He heard beeping as he opened his eyes again. The helicopter was still in flight. The pilots were struggling with the equipment. His team were all in the seats, strapped in. they were all passed out. He was passed out against the closed door to the side. Carly woke up first. She unbuckled her seat and grabbed her gun, coming to my aid first.

"Are you okay?" She yelled, trying to over come the noise. The beeping stopped and the helicopter became level.

"Yeah." Shane responded. He stood up and grabbed his gun. He and Carly unbuckled the rest of the team and tried to wake them up. Minutes went by as one by one the group woke up.

"Hey guys!" One of the pilots screamed,"Check this out!"

They opened the other door and checked bellow. It was a huge castle with black dots flying around. It sat on the side of a large pointy mountain. Snow capped the top. The castle looked like a community. One large tower stood out against everything else. Why? Because they were just about to hit it.

"HOLD ON!" The one pilot screamed. The helicopter swerved around the tower. Unforchantly, a large BOOM sounded and the helicopter was lodged through the ceiling of one of the buildings. The wind shield was covered with a green substance. The pilot to the left was dead, a large chuck of concrete had penetrated the door and just annihilated his body. Shane looked down. A large white body lay motionless. The hair of said animal was waving. It had wings and what looked like a horn. It was definitely a horse. A sudden jut and he was falling. His footing had proved fatal and he fell toward the animal. The fall was not that far. The tail had caught onto the roof material and so the fall was about eight feet.

Shane landed next to the animal. It opened its eyes and they instantly dilated.

"Don't worry! I'll get you out of here!" Shane yelled as he picked up the horse around the waist and over his shoulder. He walked a few meters before he fell. Something black had tripped him. The horse slid a few feet away it was angled so it had a full view of the room. It saw the creature that saved her. A black pony with opaque blue eyes and many clean holes in their hooves stood before this creature. She saw him pull out a funny shaped black thing. He pulled a piece of intruding material and the changeling's head exploded into green gush with a loud BANG.

The next thing he knew, an army of them were on him. But then he screamed,"WATCH OUT!" Shane was suddenly covering Celestia's face with his body as the helicopter  fell onto the ground, covering everything with dust and ceramic panel.

Celestia didn't know what had just happened. She felt immense pain in her back leg. She tried to open her eyes. She was now outside. A funny looking creature with a large red cross on his clothes was doing something with her back leg. She saw four others. Each one had a different piece of metal with fire shooting out.

"She's waking up!" The creature with her leg screamed.

"Get her and let's go! We need a good vantage point!" Shane screamed. He looked back at the medic. He sighed,"Fuck, James help him with the damn horse!"

"Roger!"

The next thing she knew, two creatures were carrying her and the other three were running ahead, dropping changelings faster than Shinning Armor or any Royal Guard could even think of.

"Last mag!" Carly screamed.

"We need to keep moving!"

Celestia closed her eyes. She passed out when there was a sudden poke in her leg.

"Just go to sleep little horsey" a familiar voice said.

Celestia woke up in a familiar room. A marble floor and a large bed in the corner. The wooden dresser covered the door. She tried to stand up. She wobbled a little. She focused her energy to her horn. It glowed yellow while her leg also glowed yellow. She fell on to the the ground. Her leg was healed. Chuck was amazed. So was the rest of the four.

"Snap out of it group! James, help me with this bed!" Shane commanded. James and Shane moved the bed and flipped it vertical."Help me move it to the window! James?" Shane looked down where the bed was previously positioned. There was a terrified Prince Blueblood. His light grey coat ruffled and his rose looked as if it had seen hell. His horn was slightly glowing. There was also a distracted James looking at him.

"W-w-who a-are y-you? D-did m-my aunt v-vanquish these c-changelings?" He asked.

"Did that horse just talk?" Carly asked, leaning against the door as Mark flipped the dresser do it could cover both doors.

Prince Blueblood looked around the room. His gaze met with Celestia and he quickly sprinted over to her.

"What the hell is going on here?" Shane screamed,"Chuck, go check on the horses!"

Chuck did as he was told and walked to the horses. The next thing he knew, he was at the other side of the room. Everyone had their gun pointed at the two horses.

"Don't.Call.Me.A.Horse."Prince Blueblood had his horn glowing.

"Shit is hitting the fan and all you care about is being called a horse?!"

Prince thought for a moment before growing a little ashamed of himself.

"I-I'm sorry."

"It's funny how we just met some talking horses and now they're all okay with aliens in their city!"Mark expressed he pushed the door back with the dresser.

Princess Celestia tried to stand up. After moving the bed, Shane looked at Chuck. He easily could have got a severe injury, but he only had a spinning head. Shane moved to her side and guided her to a large pillow on the floor from the bed. She rejected the will to lay down. Instead she mumbled something while looking at Shane.

James got closer to her face,"What do you need?" he asked.

"Go...the castle...help them...leave me..." Celestia said before she collapsed onto the pillow, trying to regain as much energy as possible.

"Think she wants us to go save someone."James explained,"Somewhere in that castle we crashed in."

"Okay then. Chuck and Carly. You guys stay with the horses. Mark, James, you're on me."

Chuck shook his head to relieve a nasty headache. He walked over to Carly and asked,"Can you see if my migraine pills are in my med kit?"

Carly just shook her head,"Sure."

Shane and James moved the dresser from one of the door while Mark took out targets nearest the door.

"How many of these fucks are there?" Mark screamed as his gun roared into the sky.

"We're Oscar Mike, let's go!" Shane yelled as the three sprinted down the path from the tall tower into the main castle.

"Is know the best time for that?" Mark asked, huffing and puffing as they progressed down.

"Yeah, you only live once after all!" Shane responded. Shane kept running while James stopped to catch his breathe. His large machine gun had slowed him down.

"Wait up, guys!" He yelled ahead. Mark rolled his eyes. Shane stopped and grabbed him by his Flak vest and they kept running with Shane towing James while he was dragged on his ass. At least he could cover them with him gun.

They came up to some familiar doors. Mark used his shoulder and rammed in the door. He waited for all of James to enter before he slammed the door. The helicopter was surprisingly undamaged. Just the rotters and the tail were really messed up. The black exterior was now grey with color form the dust and asbestos from the old castle. A narrow opening was available to get past the entire crash.

Shane pulled James off his ass.

"Get off your ass and cover us!" Shane exclaimed as he and Mark walked over to the opening. Mark entered first. A quick   search of the room proved that this crash was indeed devastating enough to kill the black things. Mark waved in Shane. Mark took position by another set of huge doors. Shane then waited by while James crawled through the opening.

"Holy shit! Could this hole get any more compact?" James questioned.

"Just get through." Shane rolled his eyes at James.

James finally got through and they all got ready to penetrate the door. Shane, James, and Mark had a Rock, Paper, Scissors game to decide who got to kick in the door and be vulnerable for a few seconds. James threw rock. Mark threw paper and Shane threw scissors. They did it again. James, again, threw a rock. Mark threw a rock. Shane threw paper. Accepting defeat, Shane got ready to bust down the door. He started some fake limber up techniques. Then he went into push ups. He finished it off with squat thrusts.

"Hurry up dammit!" Mark whispered loudly. Shane finally got ready. He put his gun under his am and charged. He made contact but was knocked back.

"OWWW!" He screamed as his bone rattled. James walked up to the door hinges and set a piece of C4 next to each one closest to the ground.

"This shit is going to go sky high." He said as he put his last piece in the front of the doors.

"Do you really want to waste that C4?" Shane asked. James nodded,"Well, I'm not sure of we can resupply in a world ruled by a horse."

"I'm sure." James reassured.

"Well, fire when ready." Shane said while helping Mark use a knocked over column  for cover. James shook his head and slowly walked behind cover.

"Firing in 3...2...1." In a glorious fireball, the doors were ripped off their hinges. One didn't go flying in as expected. Instead it was held in place by a green force field. The other went tumbling in.

8 figures came running out of the room from the huge gap in the wall where a large golden door once stood moments ago. One was a pink pony with a straight pink mane. Three balloons sat on her flank. Another was orange with a blonde mane and three apples on her flank. Another was yellow with a pink mane covering part of her eye. Three butterflies lay motionless on her flank. Another pony was white with a poofy purple mane and three rubes lay on her flank. One was a light blue color with a rainbow mane and a lightning lightning flash on her flank. The last small pony was purple and had a black mane with one streak of pink. She had three sparkles on her flank.

There was one larger horse. White and in a red suit. It's mane was different shades of blue. A shield was being sported on it's flank. The last horse, another pink one, had warm colored hair colors. She wore a tore up dress. She looked as if she was ready for a wedding. Now seeing them a little closer, the purple and both of the white ponies had horns and so did the tall pink one. The blue and yellow ones had wings. So did the tall pink ones. The dragon was purple,small and had a green stomach

Shane looked down at James who had set up his gun's bi pod and was ready to shoot anything that moved. Mark had moved to the opening and covered it with his gun.

They all stopped dead in their tracks.

"Is that what caused the explosion?" The purple one asked.

A large black pony, like the ones the humans were killing, came out of the room with multiple smaller black ponies following her.

"Oh shit!" Mark exclaimed,"I call dibs on gigantor over there!"

"Gigantor" looked at him. She looked at his weird shaped weapons and took it as a threat.

"Bullshit, I can take her out and everything around her!" James bragged.

"Just start shooting dumb asses!" Shane screamed as the three started to fire on the black things. Shane stopped and waved over the colored ponies. They all covered their ears with their hooves except for the tall white one. He stepped forward as the shooting stopped. Shane looked at Mark.

"Get through there and cover us." Shane said, pointing through the hole. He looked back at the large horse,"Are you leading these horses?" Shane asked. He only nodded."We were sent by some large white horse with a flowing rainbow mane." The horse's eyes dilated. He was suddenly shoved aside by the tall pink mare.

"You have my aunt?!" She exclaimed. She put her fore hooves on Shane's chest."TAKE US TO HER!" She shouted.

"Uh, we saved her life multiple times. Surprised you don't show some kind of respect." Shane looked at the mare. She sheepishly turned away and slowly trotted away.

"Sorry about her. We have just been through too much and we're just glad to escape Chrysalis."

"Isn't it funny how the writer of this fanfiction doesn't have us extremely scared of you creatures." The small pink laughed bouncing around with her know puffy mane. The three humans stared at her, so curious they might have turned into cats.(Bad joke, I know.)

"Don't mind her, sugarcube." The orange mare explained.

"Can we just take you guys to the giant white horse?" James blurted out as he stood up and packed his bi pod. Each pony had a face of disgust.

"Did you just call the most powerful pony in Equestria a horse?" The blue pony asked as she some how used her wings to levitate right in front of Jame's face.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Shane warned, pulling away the mare,"He could break that pillar in half faster than you can say 'crushed."

"Pfft, you wish." The mare bet.

"While I prove you wrong."James started," Everyone else file out that way."James pointed to the opening in front of the helicopter.

"And by the way" the mare started as she was just about to exit,"crushe-" BANG! She looked back at James who was brushing off his elbow. The mare stood shell shocked, her mouth lying on the floor.