Tiberian Maelstrom

“Take a look at that!” His armored boot stomped into the alien’s cranium, causing it to burst into a shower of greenish blood. “Like a scene outta Aliens!”

“Keep your trap shut and focus!” Norma snarled as her laser pistols sliced through a group of Shock troopers. The tripod stomped frantically as the dual commandos tore through the aliens like paper.

“Now, it’s time for ya surprise gift from Santa!” Fullerton turned around and activated his jetpack, sending him spiraling away from a disgruntled Shock trooper who was promptly sliced into half by Norma’s lasers. The tripod, at this, fired its deadly beams of plasma at the sailing soldier, all missed its mark as he landed on its head.

“Eat this!” He pulled out another detpack and jammed it into of its flailing tentacles.  It screeched at this revelation but was unable to do anything to prevent its fate as the commando jumped down from the top of it.

“Good night to ya!” the tripod exploded from the top, engulfed in a roiling ball of flame. The Nod commando briefly spun to face the sound, and went back to slicing the fiends beyond.

“One down, any more of them?”

“Not that I see! Here comes another of the Seekers!” Fullerton said as he dashed into a building, firing his carbine at Norma’s flankers. The Seeker he had mentioned had hovered into where she was busy holding off the aliens.

“Damn!” She let go of her aim and pulled out her own explosive. “Let’s see whether the bastard likes this!” Norma flung the detonative into the Seeker’s  midsection.

She ran into where Fullerton was and pulled out her own detonator. “Firing!” Slamming it, the Seeker exploded into a cloud of fire and plasma.

“Not bad for a Nod lackey!” he remarked as he popped out of cover and fired back at three advancing Shock troopers. “More to your right flank!”

“Got it covered!” The laser pistols flared up, gutting more and more aliens.

“How many are they?!” Fullerton groaned, his rail carbine fresh out of ammo, he ducked back into cover and ejected the magazine before inserting a fresh one with incendiary rounds.

“Too many!” Norma yelled as her laser pistols overheated, forcing her to also get back into cover. “Shit, they overheated!”

“Fullerton to all, where the fuck are you guys? I’m pinned down at grid location one oh point five three!”  he screeched into his helmet’s inbuilt radio.

“Copy that sir! Sending an Orca!” the response was mildly comforting, Orcas were fast and brutal.

“They managed to get support for the both of us?”

“Yep! Orca strike incomin’!” At that moment, they heard the sounds of hoverjets. Fullerton looked up, to find that a golden Orca was now flying low.

“This is Omega Three, starting attack run on these alien bastards!” the Orca pilot said, as his VTOL send scarlet streaks of anti-tank rockets heading for their way, clearing out most of the aliens. “Gunner, double time your ass! Fire on!” the autocannon underneath the body of the gunship whirred and opened fire on the remaining assailants.

“Good kills, they’re all dead- A warping noise sounded, and they both looked behind to find another large alien and the corpse of its ally.

“Another bug to squish!” The two commandos now aimed their weapons at this newcomer, who back away finding itself in a bad situation. Then something begun to hurt the two of them.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck is happening.?”

“I don’t know, it must be trying to fuck with us!”  they both groaned in agony as the pain continued. After a brief moment, they regained composure and locked on to the alien who had its back to the wall.

“Do not shoot!” came an ethereal voice from both their heads.

“You hearing that?” Fullerton said in response to the voice.

“I am, and it’s trying to jack me…!” Norma responded, clutching her hair in pain.

“I will blow her head out if you attempt anything stupid, human!” the voice came back to Fullerton.

“Why should I care? Do all you can!” he taunted, to her obvious dismay.

“Then prepare yourself!” Great, now the pain was in his head. Both of them were helpless at the voice in their minds, not knowing it was in fact the alien in front of them who was doing the talking.

“Stop… just stop with whatever you are doing!” Norma said once more, as she reached out for her laser pistols.

“Then halt with the hostilities! I want to explain why I’m here!” she nodded painfully, then her head felt free of pain.  In a blur, she grabbed her dual laser pistols and aimed it at the alien.

“Norma, don’t! It’s fucking… me… up!” Fullerton replied while he was struggling on the ground, grasping his helmet. She backed down, not wanting to lose her support.

She was on a tightrope now. Two choices, either let the GDI commando die painfully from brain hemorrhage or let him live and allow the alien to tell of its story.

“Fine,” she eased on her arms, the laser pistols hung lowly. The second she did that, Fullerton shook his head in relief and stood back up while slowly reaching for his carbine.

“Do not do anything else that is foolish, human! I can see what you are trying to do,” the alien in front of them telepathically said to the angered commando, who ceased what he was doing.

“….Fine, you stinking four legged bastard,” he growled, as the two confronted the alien.

“Now then, I wish to introduce myself and why I am currently not attacking you,” Fullerton then wondered about something, was this particular alien rogue? “My name, or rather code-name, is 657 but you two can call me Six. The reason why I have appeared before your eyes is because I wish to defect from the Overlord’s and the Foreman’s wishes.”

Wait, what?

“Say that again, Six?” Norma asked, curious as to why Six wanted to defect from the invading force.

“Indeed, I am tired of listening to the whims of something that commands the assimilation of every alien empire we spread the Ichor in,” Fullerton felt the need to grab the carbine again, just to make sure this wasn’t a trap.

“Double check your decision, because if you turn out to be a backstabbing piece of shit we will send your ass all the way back to the edge of the galaxy,” he said as he folded his arms.

“I have triple checked my decision, human. The Scrin no longer requires my assistance in the first place. There are already a thousand if not more copies of me running amok in their ranks.” That gave the both of them an idea if the aliens decide to attack with a full force. This was worth the intel.

“So, lemme get this straight bud, you want to defect ‘cause your daddy is bein’ a bitch and there are a billion of you freaks?” Fullerton said, causing Six to stare at him with its one luminous eye.

“…Yes, in a way,” Six replied, disgusted with the use of such grammar even for a soldier.

“Well! Why don’t we just get- An odd warping sound echoed again, only this time they could only hear it.

“Wait, you hearing this one?” Norma said as she raised her pistols trying to find the source of the sound.

“Come to think of it, I do!” Fullerton said as he grabbed his carbine and aimed for Six. “Is it comin’ from you? Or is there somethin’ else to be worried about?”

“This is not of my doing! My Blink pack needs to recharge and it’s barely five minutes!” Six replied as he started reacting to the sound by moving about. “Whatever it is, I can too hear it!”

“Hope this ain’t gonna turn out bad like that last time.”

“Shut it, it’s getting louder.” Indeed, the warping noise was now very, very loud. Then in a second, a rainbow colored blur surrounded them.

“What’s happenin’?!” Fullerton shouted as the three of them slowly backed away from the blur.

“I do not know but I think it is- Then in a flash, they were all gone.

“Yes!” Discord said in delight, he had done his part in creating some chaos. The unlucky trio was now sent reeling to Equestria, hopefully somewhere close to Ponyville.

“And now, we are going to have some chaos!”

The hive was silent, since the day that Chrysalis’s defeat at the hands of the Mane Six. But today was going to be a loud and violent one.

Two changelings wandered around the corridors, trying to find a way to spend their time alone.  Suddenly, a rainbow colored sphere appeared in front of them, causing them to shriek and back away. In a flash, three creatures were sent flying into them.

“Whoa!” said the armored figure as he landed on the changeling on the right. The two other figures landing with a thud on the hard floors of the hive.

The changeling was still conscious but came face to face with a monstrosity of every kind. A livid green visor was staring into his soul, as if it wanted to absorb his mind.

“Sorry there bud!” it said in Equestrian, adding to the surprise of the changelings, one who had its jaw drop on the sight of these creatures. He stood up from the body of the very frightened changeling and grabbed the device it had thrown from the sphere. Saying just one thing.

“Where in the living fuck are we?”