The Peacemaker

Third person perspective:

The base was relatively calm, soldiers mingled about. Some cleaned their rifles while others had a smoke with each other and socialized, the heat was hot and sweat rolled down the foreheads of several men.

At the gate entrance stood two guards, one operating the gate while the other waited for someone to arrive so he could check their papers and make sure they weren’t a spy. A truck came barreling down the hill road towards the base. The guard posted at the gate snickered, sometimes the guys just wanted to speed and make a ruckus.

The truck came ever closer and ceased to slow down. “What the fuck?” the guard muttered to himself and walked out in front of the gate and held up his hand. “Hey slow the fuck down!” he yelled but the truck continued to pick up speed. He leveled his rifle sights and aimed at the truck. “SLOW DOWN YOU IDIOTS” the guard screamed but the truck didn’t stop.

He was about to pull the trigger when he realized that something about the driver didn’t seem right but as he went to pull the trigger the truck ran him over and crushed his body underneath it and smashed through the front gate and into the base compound.

The other guard posted at the gate screamed in Arabic and fired his AK47 at the military vehicle and soon most of the soldiers in the yard fired their rifles at the truck and within seconds the truck had been completely riddled by the bullets from their rifles. “You two check the truck” ordered a sergeant and two soldiers went up and opened the truck, inside there was blood sprayed across just about every inch of the interior, nothing inside was alive. “We got them sir” replied one of the soldiers. Several other soldiers approached the truck and soon there was a crowd looking at the truck.

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Dmitry:

I came around the front gate and a soldier stopped me. “Sir, show me your military ID” the guard ordered. I was really hoping that the entire compound would be interested in looking at the truck but it seemed that someone had posted a guard. I pulled out a detonator. “He’s my ID” I replied as I hit the detonator switch. I had filled the truck with the bodies of the men who had tried to capture me and made it look like they were driving it, the truck exploded and caught many men in the blast.

“Shit” the guard swore as he flinched and turned to see the destruction. I reached forward and snapped his neck. No one had seen me yet and I planned to keep it relatively quiet until I had caused further destruction. I may be killing but by Equestria’s goddess and my own god I swear that I’m going to destroy the LBH so they cannot kill anymore innocents.

I snuck around back of a supply bunker, there was only one guard posted. I snuck up behind him and grabbed him around the neck and broke it effortlessly. I dragged his body into the supply bunker without anyone spotting me.

I hid his body behind some ammunition crates and went into the far back part of the bunker. There was everything I would need back here. I slid of my old clothes and slipped on some camouflage combat dressing. I rolled up the sleeves of my jacket and found a heavy ballistic vest and slipped it over my chest and tightened it to my body.

I opened an explosives crate and latched several M67 fragmentation grenades to the chest harness on the ballistic vest. I found an M16A3 with a barrel heat guard rather than the usual fore grip and it even had an M203 grenade launcher, though it was a little weathered it looked to be fine. I slung the M16 across my back and slipped some extra magazines along with some grenade rounds into the battle harness, and then I slipped some leg harnesses to my legs and looked around for a good pistol as I holstered my Colt SAA into the right hip holster.

There were many pistols but none took to my fancy, I wanted something big, something that would give a real boom. I couldn’t find anything that fit my fancy so I disregarded the whole sidearm thing for the moment and looked for a big gun. I found one, an old Russian RPK light machinegun. I grabbed the machinegun and looked at it thoroughly. Though weathered, the gun was in good repair and would defiantly work. I held the light machinegun over my shoulder and grabbed some extra magazines for it and slipped them into the ballistic vest. I was almost ready.

I looked around and found the ballistic vest plates and slipped a plate in the front of the vest and in the back. I grabbed two large 7 inch combat knives, slipping one into a leg sheath and the other into a sheath built into the ballistic vest. I tilted the RPK forward and pulled back the charging bolt and loaded a fresh round into the gun. I rested the RPK across my shoulder as I cocked a fresh round into the M16, I already had my Colt SAA loaded before I entered the base.

I was about to leave when I glanced at the bunker office and curiosity enticed me and I walked inside. There was no one inside but on the desk laid some scattered papers. I walked over and looked through the papers but nothing caught my interest, except for the locked desk drawer. They say curiosity kills the cat but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t hurt to check. The locks on these desks were flimsy at best and all I had to do was give it a motivational pull and the lock broke and the drawer opened revealing its contents.

Inside the desk was a .50 caliber AE Desert Eagle. I pulled out the massive handgun and pulled back the slide, there was a loaded magazine in the pistol so I released the slide and loaded a fresh round into the chamber then holstered the pistol in the leg harness and grabbed the extra magazines from the desk, which totalled in five plus the one in the gun, equalled six. I was about to leave when I spotted an AA12 by the door along with a crate full of drum magazines for the gun. There was no way I’d be able to take that along with me and be able to run.

I thought to myself how cumbersome it would be but then shrugged off the thought and walked over and slung the mighty shotgun across my back and took several drum magazines for the gun. The weight of all the equipment was easily over a hundred pounds but it didn’t slow me down all that much.

I walked out of the bunker, some of the soldiers had went along their way and left the truck but some still looked at the truck in flames and the explosion had drew quite a crowd. I pulled one of the grenades off the chest harness and pulled out the safety pin and released the spoon. The grenade was hot and I tossed it at the soldiers. Several soldiers took notice but it was too late, the M67 frag grenade exploded and violently tore anyone within its blast radius into a gory mess.

A soldier who was close by screamed something in Arabic, or maybe it was Spanish I really don’t know. I pulled the M16 forward with my right hand and triggered the grenade launcher. A 40mm grenade round propelled down range and exploded behind a small group of soldiers. The soldier that was screaming got caught in the blast and was propelled into a front flip. I let the M16 dangle back down on its sling and leveled the RPK at hip level, aiming it towards a group of soldiers who were running out of a small shack.

I held the trigger back on the RPK and hosed down the group with a torrent of 7.62x39mm rounds. They screamed in horror as their bodies were shredded by lead death and their bodies were strewn across the ground.

Several other soldiers heard the commotion and came running, guns at the ready. A soldier came running around the corner of a building with an Uzi and was about to fire upon me but I was already ready and cut him down with a quick burst of auto fire from my RPK. He screamed as his body twirled from the force of the incoming rounds.

A soldier took a vantage point in a guard tower and fired at me with an AK47, the bullets missed me and kicked up dirt behind me as I leveled the RPK on the guard tower and held back the trigger. The RPK devastated the soldier in the guard tower and the soldier let out a comical scream as fell back over the railing of the tower and fell to his death, landing on a pile of crates which shattered under his body weight.

Several other soldiers rushed out from a building and took a stationary stance and aimed the rifles at me and fired but somehow they all missed terribly. I leveled my RPK at the hip and emptied the remainder of the magazine into the group. Some of the bullets missed the soldiers and stuck a large propane tank behind them and the tank ruptured and let off a tremendous explosion.

Their bodies were tossed through the air as the explosion ripped through the compound. Several soldiers ducked in fear as I continued my slow walk through the compound. I ejected the spent magazine from the gun and loaded a fresh one then loaded a fresh round into the gun.

A group of soldiers took defensive positions on top of a roof balcony and took pot shots at me. I slid behind the cover of a military vehicle parked nearby and their rifles riddled the body of the vehicle but luckily it had armour plating that, for the moment, stopped the barrage of bullets from striking me. Several other soldiers tried to flank me from the sides and I leveled my RPK and once they were in my line of sight I hosed them down with a long burst of auto fire.

They screamed and those who were not torn apart by the barrage of lead death took cover behind solid surfaces like other vehicles or buildings. I reloaded my RPK with a new magazine and tried to line up a shot with the soldiers on the balcony but they had me completely pinned down. I thought to myself for a second and thought about how durable the armour was on the doors then decided to take the risk.

I opened the door and slipped the vehicle into neutral and began to push the army truck towards the building with the balcony while taking cover behind the door of the truck. My gamble paid off and the door was able to stop their rifle’s shots for now. They continued to scream as I pushed the truck closer to them.

Finally I got close enough and while I pushed the truck with my left hand I let go with my right hand and loaded a fresh grenade round into the M203 launcher attachment on the M16.

One of the men on the balcony screamed frantically and I took that moment of opportunity and popped my body out to the side of the door and held the M16 in both hands and triggered the grenade launcher, the 40mm fragmentation round collided with the balcony and exploded in a violent eruption of fragmentation shrapnel and extreme heat.

The balcony collapsed and crumbled in front of the building and I smirked as I slung the M16 back across my back. I saw a group of soldiers charge towards me and I leveled my RPK and fired upon them. They screamed as they were chopped down by lead death rounds.

I spotted another group take cover so I pulled out another frag grenade and pulled the pin and tossed the grenade at them, as I released the grenade its safety spoon disengaged and the grenade was live.

As it landed near them I heard screams but my face turned dire as I watched the grenade get tossed back at me. I ran from the grenade’s trajectory blast and lept away, “Oh shit” I yelled just as the grenade exploded. I felt shrapnel tear into the ballistic plate in the back of my vest but luckily it didn’t cut through.

I grunted as I rolled behind a slight incline in the land elevation that protected me from the front. I rolled onto my back and was about to get up when I realized that my RPK had received shrapnel damage and the gas port was destroyed. I sighed to myself, the gun would still technically work but only if I cocked a new round into the chamber each time and that completely took away from the point of the RPK. I tossed the RPK to the ground and unslung the M16 and loaded a fresh grenade round into the launcher.

I lept to my feet and saw a group of soldiers coming towards me but there was something terribly wrong with the group. There were three unicorns and a pegasus with them, I didn’t let the thought faze me and I hosed down the group with an automatic burst from the assault rifle.

I took one quick glance at the group as they lay lifelessly on the ground and simply figured perhaps the LBH simply recruited some pony mercenaries. I heard a fizzing sound of something like that of an RPG round and turned but as I did and RPG round flew pat me and into an army vehicle behind me. The explosion sent my body propelling through the air but luckily I wasn’t harmed, except for some bruising I received from when I hit the ground.

I coughed in pain and looked up to a guard tower to see a soldier reloading an RPG-7. I got to my knees and aimed the M16 at the guard tower but instead of firing off the assault rifle I triggered the grenade launcher and the 40mm grenade round devastated the top of the tower and annihilated the soldier with the RPG. I loaded a fresh grenade round into the launcher and stood to my feet just as a group of pony soldiers raced around the corner of another building.

I fired the M16 from my hip level and their bodies twisted and turned as the smaller 5.56mm rounds tore through their bodies. They let out horrid screams of agony as they fell to the ground and their life drained from their bodies. My M16 had run dry and I loaded a fresh magazine into the rifle but as I cocked the gun, the round failed to load and jammed itself. “Shit” I cursed and pulled back the extraction bolt and ejected the jammed round and loaded a fresh one.

As I rounded the corner of a large building several human soldiers along with pony soldiers came around the other corner opposite of me. I leveled my M16 at my hip and launched a grenade round at them, the group of soldiers were torn to shreds as the 40mm grenade round burst into a deathly explosion. Skin and muscle was torn from the bone and the explosion eviscerated the group.

I continued to walk forward to the large compound building which I presumed was the HQ. A small group of soldiers came racing out of a storage bunker and fired at me. I leveled my M16 and lined up a fine shot but as I held back the trigger the gun began to rattle as it spat out 5.56mm NATO rounds, though I had never shot an M16 before I didn’t think they were supposed to rattle like and AK47. As I chopped down the group the M16 suddenly burst apart in my hands, the entire upper receiver burst from lower part of the gun and erupted violently.

Burning powder and carbon burnt my face mildly but it was enough to make me drop the busted M16 and grab for my face to rub off the burning carbons. The group continued to fire at me, one of them finally scored a hit on me and the force of the bullets from his large caliber rifle knocked me to the ground but I was lucky enough for the ballistic vest plates to stop the bullet in its path.

The group stopped firing at me, probably thinking they’d stopped me, oh how wrong they were. I unslung the Uzi from my side and held the gun in front of me and sprayed them down with the Uzi. They screamed as the 9mm rounds, meant for a pistol, spewed out of the Uzi at an incredible rate of fire and they were cut down, empty brass spat out the side of the gun at an incredible rate and littered the ground beside me.

I got to my feet and looked around, the compound had mostly been destroyed by my lone assault and explosions had set the forest vegetation ablaze. I walked forward towards the large compound HQ and attempted to open the large front doors but they wouldn’t budge, it felt like something was jammed behind it. I looked back to the yard and saw a large military flatbed truck and smiled.

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Third person perspective:

“When those guys come through the door, shoot until you run out of ammo” ordered a lieutenant. “But sir… reports from outside say it’s just one guy” whispered another soldier, “That’s bullshit, it can’t be just one guy, there’s no way” muttered a sergeant who had mounted himself behind an M240 machinegun. “Unless… unless it’s him, the one” whispered a frightened corporal. “That’s just a myth, it’s not real. Now put in your tampons and” the lieutenant began but suddenly a large flatbed crashed through the front entrance of the building, making its own entrance.

The driver side door opened and a bloodied man with short hair, stubble and a tattered combat uniform stepped out of the truck, holding an AA12 at hip level with one hand. He smiled and quoted “Knock-knock”