Tiberian Maelstrom

“…So how do we get there undetected?” said Norma as she continued looking at the house that Fullerton had made a gaping hole on the roof. “This is only for Six, I don’t need help.”

“Umm, why not?” asked Lyra as she trotted downstairs. Norma followed, activating her stealth generator again to prove her point. She instantly vanished in front of the unicorn who stood down below.

“Hey! Did you disappear?”

“This is what I was talking about. Mark IV T45 Stealth generators that has been provided for our field operations.” Norma responded, uncloaking herself.

“Pretty cool! For a human…” The Nod commando still felt uneasy whenever this mint colored unicorn said ‘human’ and had her hands gripped around the pistols.

“I can teleport! Although not any farther than that house…” Six mentally chirped as Lyra now picked up the voice in her head.

“Whoa! Who said that?”

“Me, the thing you see now next to you.” Lyra spun her head to see the Mastermind striding up to her.

“Oh! We unicorns can also teleport!”

“How interesting…” Six replied as he stopped walking and concentrated in order to teleport. In a flash, he vanished in a blink of purple light. Lyra stared at the spot where he stood like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen, but she had done this on several occasions.

“Snap out of it, are you going to go with me or are you staying?”

“Oh! Err…. I think I should go with you!” Lyra said, not wanting her human subject- she meant ‘friend’ to get caught out in the open like Fullerton did.

“Good, now let’s go before this town ends up a crater because of that fool.”

Octavia had enough, dubstep being played at the max was bad enough but with the ruckus that happened upstairs drove her to the breaking point.

“Vinyl! That’s the last time- A blinding purple flash appeared in front of her, revealing a four legged, one eyed creature in front of her.

“What is that?!”

“Quiet down, whoever you are! I am not hostile- Too late, Octavia had reached out for a spoon and threw it at the alien, causing it to chitter in response and flee upstairs into Vinyl’s room.

“What is happening to my life?!” she wailed in mental agony.

“Whoa!” Vinyl gasped as another being bounced into her room and crashed into the wall.

“Ah! It’s that charming bastard again! So how’d you get here? Teleportin’?” Fullerton spoke to the dizzy alien.

“Yes, and some grey colored mare had the sacks to throw a spoon at me! A spoon!” it wailed inside his head, as well as Vinyl’s.

“Heh, that’s my roommate, Octy!” chuckled Vinyl at her friend flinging a harmless metal object at the poor alien.

“VINYL! ENOUGH WITH YOUR SHENINIGANS!” Octavia yelled from below, causing Fullerton to jerk his head around and lift up his carbine.

“Man, she’s got one hell of a temper!” Fullerton responded as he switched his magazine to lethal armor-piercing rounds.

“Don’t worry! It’ll only last a few- Octavia had stormed into the room, steam coming out of her ears like a cartoon.

“YOU!” she pointed to Fullerton, who raised his rifle in response. “WHO ARE YOU?!”

“Your worst nightmare!” he said, cracking a smile under his helmet.

“SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU EXCEPT FOR VINYL! GET OUT- the flaring of the rifle and the splintering of wood caused her to back down. Fullerton stood there in defiance, with his carbine smoking.

“No one gives me the orders! Unless it’s from High Command, missy!” he responded.

“Whoa, whoa! Everypony calm down now!” Again,  Octavia made a growl and advanced for the commando, intending to main and kill.

“Heh, that’s cute.” Fullerton sarcastically replied to this mare who had the guts to stand in his face. He knelt in response and looked at her back.

“You got a real bad temper there! From where I came from, bad tempers means the chop shop from our boys!” he said, as she glared at him.

“I don’t care what you do, but I will force you out of our house if you and your pet stand here any longer!” she said back, venom seethed from her voice.

Vinyl stepped into the confrontation and pushed Octavia away from her newfound friend with her now flailing her arms about. “Whoa, Octy! Chill out!”

“I say you do what the DJ says!” Fullerton responded as he looked at the station in curiosity. “By the way, that’s one fancy machine you got there, miss Vinyl!”

“Thanks, mister Fullerton! Pretty expensive buying all that equipment from Canterlot!” Canterlot? Fullerton, at this, immediately begun to remember the Monty Python skits from his childhood.

“And one more thing before we leave-

“Aww, can’t you guys stay here a little longer?” Vinyl complained, still holding back her raging cellist friend.

“Sorry, bud! Can’t stay here or else the whole town’s gonna be a cloud of dust!” Fullerton said, going over to the stumbling Mastermind to help him out.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better after that nasty accident.”

“Don’t worry Six! Since we’ve blown our cover, how about we just shove our way through the crowd of pastel colored ponies with no fucks given?”

“…You’re implying that we have no backup plan…?”

“It seems like it!” Vinyl looked back at Octavia who stopped flailing and just stood there, still angry at the two visitors in their house.

“Vinyl… For the last, bucking time….”she growled in anger. “Get…them…out.”

“Okay, okay!” Vinyl finally said, not wanting her friend to get shredded to pieces after realizing how dangerous the thing Fullerton was holding. “Sorry guys, now  I can’t keep all of you here! Octy’s gonna get real mad if I do!” she complained, not wanting to let Fullerton out.

“It’s okay, miss Vinyl! I’m sure we’re needed elsewhere- The slamming of the door below caused all of them to look behind, seeing nothing but light and some confused ponies. To Vinyl and the seething Octavia, they saw nothing but to the two otherworldly soldiers they knew very well who did that.

“All that is not the commando and the alien, freeze.” Twin red streaks were lifted up into the air, homing in on both the confused ponies, Octavia got angrier.

“Norma! Finally went outta that house, didja?”

“Shut the fuck up, you’ve caused enough havoc today!”

“Well, I’m fucking sorry ‘bout that! How’d you feel if you had a fucking mint colored unicorn just fucking floating your fuckin’ gun outta window and fuckin’ dropping it into a fucking cart full of FUCKING apples?” Fullerton shouted, getting pissed off with Norma’s tone.

“SILENCE!” Six mentally screamed as he sent brain aching shockwaves out from his mind.

“GODDAMMIT SIX! WHY THE FUCK DIDJA-

“Everyone, be silent! We’ve had enough for one damn day!” Six said as everyone in the radius began clutching their heads in agony.

“Ugh… what is this…?!” Vinyl complained over the pain.

“Stop, Six! Fucking stop!” Norma yelled at him, as he planted his bottom into the wooden floor, a sign of anger

“Then all of you, humans or ponies, be silent!.” One tip, never piss off an alien with psionic powers.

Everyone and everypony stopped talking, and after two more minutes did the headaches stopped with Six standing upright again.

“What in Celestia was that?” Vinyl asked, her head still throbbing from the shockwave.

“A psyshock, in our terms.”  Six said as he shook his body and bounced into Vinyl’s living room, tired.

“Just to make it simple and not ‘sciency’” Fullerton airquoted. “That means fucking up your mind in the worst way possible!”

Vinyl gulped, that sounds bad. “So! I wanted to ask you guys something before Octy gets all riled up!” Fullerton, Six and the now decloaked Norma tiled their heads at this before Norma slammed the door shut so that no one could see anymore of them.

“Since you guys are obviously not around here, you need a place to crash into?”

“Think wisely, Fullerton-

“Aww shucks, that’s mighty kind of you, miss Vinyl! We’re pretty far away from home or whatever’s left of it so might as well bunk down here for the night!” Fullerton gleefully said as he placed his carbine onto the table.

“For once, I agree with the human.” Norma frowned, they had no choice anyway. For the ruckus they made, there wasn’t going to be an easy way out.

“… I too, it is a good idea.”

“Sweet! I hadn’t had a single moment of my life not rippin’ bitches to pieces!” Vinyl grinned, her friend might be staying here for a longer amount of time. Octavia wanted to scream, the strangers were now going to sleep in their house for the night, What else could go wrong?

“Hey, cool dude!” Vinyl chimed, Octavia groaned at this.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna check out my bass cannon?”

“You have sonic resonance technology here?” Fullerton responded, wondering how this certain unicorn DJ got her hands on a piece of GDI technology.

“Don’t know what ‘resonance’ is! But I know the meaning of ‘sonic’!”

“That’s pretty cool! Wait ‘till I get out of this armor. Too damn bulky!” Fullerton said as he went into a small, unused room and begun the process of removing his armor.

“You know, I’ve never seen Fullerton without that ugly helmet of his,” Norma commented on the disembarking of the suit.

“I always thought it was welded onto their skins.” Six replied, jumping onto a couch and blinking his one eye. Norma sighed, it’s been one hell of a day. She pondered whether the Messiah noticed she was gone from their plane of reality.

“Father Kane, do you know that I’m stuck with two bumbling idiots?”

Kane strode around inside the Temple, awaiting further intelligence from his operative in Stuttgart. Yet all he got was that the GDI were now moving to Colgate in order to kick out the Scrin in the countryside. Normally, she would’ve reported around this time of the day, but she hasn’t. Getting curious on where she went, he called one of the intelligence officers.

“Yes, Father?”

“Now then, have you picked up anything on operative number 186?”

“No, as far as we can- the officer was cut off by a sharp crackling into his microphone.

“Yes…? You can’t contact her…? What do you mean you’ve picked up a dimensional rip? That is not even possible-

Kane was now more curious than ever, a dimensional rip? Not even possible, unless…

“Officer!” the officer immediately snapped back into position. “What is this… rip you speak of?”

“My lord! The men are telling me that where she was last located, there was a dimensional rip around 1450 hours, when we first lost contact with her!”

“Hmm…. Interesting,” Kane pondered, then asked the officer to go back to monitoring the radio frequencies.

“A rip through reality… now where have I heard that in my years on this backdraft planet…?” he skimmed through the sea of knowledge of memories in his head.

Then he reached a revelation. He was not of this world, rather he was out of this dimension.  He remembered the times before he was exiled to Earth under a certain immortal and her race of four legged, intelligent beings.

Then back to his killing of Abel. It was then he realized he had a third brother, that was no human, rather a familiar draconequus.

“Well, well, well. You do know how to pick. Isn’t that right, Discord?”

“I may have lived through ages of war, but my mind cannot certainly forget my dear draconequus and Celestia.” He smiled, knowing that somewhere out in the planes of reality a certain being could sense it.