Tiberian Maelstrom

“…And now I’m outta the room!” A black haired man with stunning yellow irises emerged from the room, wearing a black-colored suit. The Nod commando who stood from below just gaped in what she was seeing, followed by the surprised Mastermind.

“…Is that you?” Norma said as everyone and everypony looked at the GDI commando, hearing faint trumpeting and seeing smoke come out of the room like some sort of a show.

“Noooo shit! Maybe it’s one of your lackeys in disguise, eh?” He said sarcastically, never taking his eyes off them.

“What I see now…. Is something so freaking impossible,” Six said, even his mental voice slurred at the sight of this man.

“…By Celestia’s beard! He looks better than I thought!” Vinyl said, her jaws on the ground, literally.

“Why, thank you! That crazy as hell training program did pay off!” He declared grandly as he descended the stairs like a king. The night was beginning to fall on the outside.

“Where did you leave your equipment? In the room you were in?”

“No! In a super secret storage post office made out of muffins!” Somewhere, a grey pegasus felt offended.

“…Fuck you,” Norma snarled as she also began taking off her belt of ammunitions on her chest. Six meanwhile, was scratching away to take a good sleep, something that no one has ever seen before.

“Lookathim! Just like a cat!” Fullerton joked, as Six glared at him menacingly. “What? Pussy needs catnip-

“Fuck you! And learning your language’s curses is more than appeasing!” Six screamed as he continued scratching. Norma sighed and placed her belt of highly volatile ammunition of a nearby table, rubbing her head in disgust.

“Damn, one night without these bastards would be good….”

“I wish of that too, but unfortunately I can’t really argue with Vinyl,” Octavia answered, shaking her head in dismay.

“Looks like we’re on the same side,” Norma said, feeling a little more happier to find someone of such common sense.

“Good to know, what is your name? If I may kindly ask?” she said with utmost politeness.

“Operative Norma Yanakovic, how about yours?”

“Octavia Philaharmonica,” the grey cellist answered as she rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry about the unladylike tantrum I put up there earlier today, dealing with a DJ who blasts ‘music’ into the atmosphere nonstop is at best, horrible.”

“Try telling that to the drill sergeants at the loyalty camp, treated us like dogs for two years. Whatever the cost, I still worship the Father.”

“Who is this… ‘Father’? I am very curious about you humans. Lyra’s always ranting about them at dusk, terrible time to even close your eyes.”

“The almighty Messiah, Kane. A great and cunning man, the reason why the Brotherhood still lives on for almost three centuries.” Norma’s grasp of history wasn’t all that bad, but she was never good at remembering facts either.

“Oh… That’s nice…” Octavia said, trying to get a mental image of this ‘Kane’. Meanwhile, the trio of beings inside the living room began to move around.

“Hey! The bass cannon’s down in the basement! Wanna check it out?”

“Sure! And maybe I can even give a demonstration for this bad boy!” Fullerton responded as he heaved the carbine up, clearly having troubles without the power of the suit.

“Coolio! How about we go down now?” He nodded and soon they left the room, to the Nod commando and the grey mare’s dismay.

“Oh no, Vinyl’s crazy about that piece of technology,” Octavia groaned, retrieving some earplugs from a drawer close by. “I don’t know where she got it from, but it does cause a lot of noise. Deadly noise, that is.”

“Sounds like harmonic resonance to me,” Norma replied, to Octavia’s confusion.

“What’s that?”

“Well, people in our world use sound waves to destroy the holy mineral known as Tiberium, and we disapprove with that,” Norma explained as they heard crashes in the basement. “And the same waves are used against our most powerful, and they are eviscerated in one wave.”

“Oh… that perfectly explains her cannon alright,” Octavia replied as she plugged her blockers in, and offering Norma a pair. “Put these on, it’s going to break your eardrums if you don’t.”

“Thank you,” Norma responded as she graciously took the earplugs and put them on, not sure whether it will deafen her.

Meanwhile, Fullerton and Vinyl along with a sleepy Six were in the basement. Vinyl had already set up a bunch of dummy Changelings and even a Manticore in the basement, targets for the fearsome dubstep weapon.

“Are you ready?!”

“Fuck yeah!” She slammed the button, and a gigantic blue beam incinerated everything in front of the cannon, as well as deafening all of them.

Five seconds later, all that was left was several scorch marks and bits of the targets.

“Holy shit! This is better than the Ion cannon! I don’t give a shit whether it destroys fucking Redeemers, this thing plays freaking DUBSTEP!”

“Yeaaaah!”

Soon, everyone calmed down as Fullerton got ready his own firepower. Setting up another five Changeling dummies, he backed away leveling his carbine at them.

“Ready for manhandled firepower?”

“Anything!”

He pushed the trigger and the targets instantly turned to scrap as soon as the hypervelocity rounds touched them. Vinyl looked on with awe.

“That was… COOL!”

“Yeah! Thank the tech boys back in Britain! These things pack a hell lotta punch!” Fullerton said as he lowered the rifle, the targets deteriorating.

Then, he yawned. Tired with the day, he found somewhere to put his carbine at and went upstairs.

“Aww, the big guy’s sleepy already!”

“Says the crazy DJ who’s never spent a day fighting heavily armed robots!” He snapped back, not knowing why.

“…Well, that’s certainly valid!” Vinyl replied as she trotted upstairs, pushing the momentarily deaf Mastermind up.

After a while, they were all gathered upstairs with Vinyl scrounging around in her storage room for extra mattresses. Six however was still scratching away, trying to curl up and rest.

“Never let me hear that horrible tune again… NEVER!” he shrieked mentally, causing Fullerton who flopped onto a couch to chuckle.

“Well! That’s the thing we used to split up you bastards in orbit!”

“Then don’t do it again! Brings back some terrible memories…”

Fullerton however saw Vinyl carrying out three mattresses out of the room. “Need help with that?”

“Not…really!” She grunted as she dropped them onto the floor. “Now then! Where do you all want to sleep? Hopefully, not in the basement ‘cause I hear something lives down there!”

“Not the basement for sure, I’ll rest in the living room,” Norma replied, putting the earplugs back onto the counter.

“Living room for me,” Six replied as he hopped onto the mattresses and immediately fell asleep.

“Ain’t that cute? I think I would say the living room but…” He looked at Vinyl, and she knew something good was going to be said, her eyes sparkled. “You got room up there?”

“Of course! Plenty of room for you!”

“Then I’ll sleep there!” Fullerton responded as he lifted up the mattress he would be sleeping on. “Well folks! Even soldiers gotta sleep!”

Norma sighed in response. “Have a happy sleep, and make sure you don’t blow up.”

Octavia grunted and too trudged upstairs, trailing the eccentric duo.

Soon, everyone was asleep. Even the war-torn veterans were at work sleeping their hard earned work off.

Tomorrow, they will find a way home.

Lyra was just getting ready for bed, tucking herself in and all that. “Oh boy today marks the first day with humans!”

“Lyra…Go to sleep, I wanna,” Bon Bon sleepily replied. Lyra grunted in frustration.

“Okay…” She said, now on the bed and looking at the ceiling. She close her eyes and was in a deep slumber for at least three hours, just thinking about humans vomiting rainbows and exploding for no reasons and trains, especially trains.

It was then she was suddenly woken up by a loud bang in her kitchen. Like the first bang, she cautiously got out of bed leaving behind her friend and approached the kitchen with a knife she somehow got earlier on.

Then there was a voice, no wait, there were two voices talking.

“Well, where did this hunk of junk send us to this time? Stalingrad?”

“I don’t think so, Carter…” Lyra found herself face to face with two camouflaged humans, holding weapons much like Fullerton’s carbine.

“Holy shit! A peppermint pony!” The one named ‘Carter’ spun his head, raising his shotgun at the brave unicorn who stood there with a knife with an almost maniacal smile on her somehow adorable but psychotic face. “And she’s armed!”

“Fuck me! Chronojumping ain’t all that fun! FIRE!”

For the next hour, the house was filled with erratic flashes of light, and the occasional splatters of blood at the window. Oddly after, some ponies who stayed up extremely late found themselves smelling something being cooked…