Sons of the Eternal Nightby Night Fury the BlackChaptersPrologue: Red FireA "Diplomatic" MeetingOperation B.L.A.C.K.L.I.S.T.BloodscalesPrologue: Red FireGot to get away! Got to get away! The young, purple dragon ran as fast as he could, but he knew he'd never outrun his pursuers. He could still smell the burning scent of freshly used gunpowder. The woods seemed to go on forever, as if he were simply running in circles through the Everfree. He heard a bang, and something metal flew past his head. He turned and noticed the two large men in red jackets were still following him. "Yeah, keep running, kid! All those little feet will do is delay us from catching your ass!", one of the dragons shouted. The boy kept running, he was determined to outrun the two that were still chasing him. As he hopped over a rock, he noticed that his pursuers were falling behind. He sighed in relief, his first good luck all night. Then, he ran into something hard. He blacked out for a bit, but when he did come to, he noticed not two, but three dragons standing above him, the two that'd been chasing him, and a new one. They were talking about something and hadn't noticed him yet, so he listened to them. "Man, did you see me nail the dad! I kick down the door, yell 'lights out, fucktard,' and gun his pale ass into the ground with my AK!" "You're full of it, Brutus here was the one kicked the door down and killed the guy. You just yelled that out." They continued to argue for about what seemed an hour until they noticed the boy staring at them. "What'd ya think we should do with him?", the one on the right asked. His partner smiled, "Well of course we're going to kill him, but why don't we have a little fun with him?" He gripped the green, mohawk-like scales on the boy's head, causing him to shriek. "Let's rape him!" The boy froze in fear, he just said that, right? Brutus shook his head and turned away. The other thug simply spat in disgust, "You have a sick mind, Aleek." Aleek sneered at him, "Fuck you, Grinder." Aleek turned his attention to the boy. "Well, you're a quiet one, aren't you? Don't worry, you'll be joining your family in Hell soon." Aleek started laughing. The boy began to squirm, hoping to break free from his hold, when he felt the cold barrel of a gun to the back of his head. "Now there'll be none of that, boy. Now, hold still, I want to really enjoy this mo-", the boy didn't even hear the bang. A flow of crimson exploded from Aleek's skull. His eyes were wide but lifeless. The boy felt the grip on him loosen, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Brutus and Grinder stood a few yards away, both donning AK-47s. They were looking at something to the boy's left, he looked that way too and was shocked to see what was there. It was a dragon. His scales black as night, with a large trench coat that matched that color. The only thing you see in the figure was his snowflake blue eyes, which glowed under the full moon of midnight. He held in his hands a large, silver pistol, which read on its side "Painful Night." The barrel of the pistol smoked like it had just been fired. The figure did not look happy. "Let the boy go, before I split more heads.", the figure demanded in a loud, confident voice. Brutus and Grinder raised their guns to the figure. "Who the hell are you?", asked Grinder. The figure responded by pointing his pistol at Brutus and pulling the trigger. Brutus's waist bursted in a large mixture of fire and gore, the huge dragon stood for three seconds, until collapsing and allowing the blood to spew from his body. Grinder stood with his mouth a gape, then heard the black dragon speak again. "Negro garra. Now let me repeat myself, let the boy go or I'll send you to Hell." Grinder hesitated, but thought twice and threw his gun to the ground. Then, he went running in the other direction. "An old man once told me, before he got bucked, that 'you can run and hide, but you're completely fucked!'", said the figure. He turned to the boy, who had been watching wide-eyed the whole time. "How did you make him explode?", the boy asked. "Dragon's Breath rounds. They have fuel in their heads, so when they hit a target, they explode." The figure dropped a magazine out of his gun, then slapped a fresh one in. "Kid, where are your parents?", the figure asked as he put his gun up. "Dead.", the boy said with a hint of sadness. "Is all of your family dead?" The boy nodded. The figure stood for a while, as if he were thinking, then he spoke. "What's your name, boy?" The boy gulped, "Spike." The figure smiled. "Spike, huh?", he extended a hand. "I'm Shadow." Spike shook his hand. Shadow looked at the shredded corpses of Aleek and Brutus, then back to Spike. "Say, Spike. What if I were to tell you that you could be part of my family? I could be the great uncle or someone like that. We would travel all across Equestria! What do you say?", he extended his hand again. Spike thought for a second, could he? But, then he remembered his family was dead, his home destroyed and wrecked. So, he took Shadow's hand. "I promise, Spike, you will not lose this family. Now, lets see what we can do with those bodies, shall we?" Author's Note Well, there it is, the prologue. Just one thing I need to clear up: all pony related characters are human in this story. Dragons(ex: Spike and Shadow), are humanoid reptiles. See ya next time. A "Diplomatic" MeetingTwelve years later.... "As the election for Equestria's next queen comes near, people seem to be either very excited or extremely agitated. In two out of four non-official elections, Princess Celestia won the popular vote. As the eldest and most sophisticated of the trio, as well as being the current governor of Canterlot, almost half of Equestria is siding with her. Princess Luna is not far behind though. The feisty governor of Manehattan has about a quarter of the general public's votes in her pocket. But, will her short temper and high arrest rate kill her chances of winning? So says model Rarity el Magnífico. But, lets not forget Princess Cadance, who is running up a healthy vote of her own. She has also got the full support of Equestrian defense general and future husband Shining Armor Sparkle. Who will be our next queen? We'll have to wait and see. This is Lyra Heartstrings reporting live from the Council house of Canterlot, back to you guys!" Spike just turned the channel, with all that's happening in the mafia these days, the humans are lucky compared to the dragons. "Aw, man, come on! I was watching that shit!", the blood red dragon sitting next to him cried. Spike chuckled, "Garble, they don't even show anything. If you want eye candy, use the Web." Garble got up and stretched. Anybody who would've been there would find the the conversation between the two a little odd, especially since they weren't wearing anything but boxer shorts. "Ok, I will, I'm tired of all that bullshit on the news anyway." Garble began to leave, but stopped at the doorway, "Hey, you got any idea were Shadow is?" Spike pointed up, "He's upstairs meeting with some human, told us not to mess with him till he's done." Garble sighed then left the room. Spike turned his attention back to the TV. Damn it, Cadance, you'd better hope Shadow's in a good mood. And if he is, you might not want to piss him off... 00000000 "Wait, what are you talking about?" Cadance simply sat and watched as her secretary argued with the mafia leader. Since the other three groups, the Red Fires, Green Scales and Purple Fangs had either threatened to kill her or just simply said no, the only one that would speak to her was the Black Claws, and negotiations were not going well. "You can't just refuse our terms, we have thirty royal bodyguards here! We could arrest you in seconds!", her secretary yelled. The black dragon responded by removing a cigar from his pocket and lighting it. "You would be wise to remember that this is our turf, I could kill you right now and frankly not give a shit and continue speaking to your princess, I advice, Mr. Secretary, that you sit your ass down and let me talk." Her secretary looked as if he would explode, he almost blew his top again, until Cadance stopped him. "Sombra, please leave, we don't need any more tension between us." Sombra looked at her with a "You're joking, right?" expression, but after seeing her stern look, walked out of the room. Cadance turned her attention back to the dragon, "Listen, Shade was it?" "Shadow.", he corrected her. "Right, all we ask is for you to stop killing our police officers until the election is over, the people of Fillydelphia are afraid to even go outside of their homes. We've already called in S.W.A.T. to help us take down a Red Fire drug house on the outskirts of the city. Please, you and your fellow Claws would be rewarded." Shadow's light blue eyes simply stared at her, like he was reading her mind. If Cadance wasn't here for negotiations and she hadn't known that he could kill her, she would have thought they were pretty. Shadow took a big puff from his cigar, then he spoke, "You got yourself a deal princess." Shadow extended his hand, Cadance reluctantly shook it. They talked for another hour, but then Cadance had to leave. "It's been a pleasure, Shadow.", she said as she left. Once she was clear of the mafia's sight, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, her phone rang. "Hello?", she said as she answered it. "Honey! So how did it go?", the voice of her fiancé exclaimed. She smiled, "Sit down, Shining. This may take a while." 0000000 Spike's phone beeped as it got a text. "Spike. Grab Garble and your gear and meet me outside, we're going hunting." He sighed, "Great, another bitch to kill. Garble! Get your shit together! We're gonna have some fun!" Author's Note Yeah, action and other POVs next chapter. See ya next time. PS, sorry if I misspelled Fillydelphia, I'll try to get it right next time. Operation B.L.A.C.K.L.I.S.T.Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Twilight Sparkle woke with a groan, her alarm clock blaring like it did every morning. "Twi! Could you turn that shit off?" Of all the fresh recruits in the S.W.A.T., she just had to get Rainbow Dash as a roommate. "Hey, Sparkle! I said cut that shit off!" "Alright! Jesus, you don't have to yell!" Twilight turned her alarm clock off and stretched, when Dash started laughing. "What?", asked Twilight. Dash snickered, "Hey, Spark! You missing something?" Twilight looked around, no, besides sleep and clothes, she wasn't missing anythi- wait, clothes? She looked in her covers, she wasn't wearing anything, not even underwear. "Dash! Where the hell are my clothes?" Dash was laughing uncontrollably, "I threw them in the courtyard, and I'm not getting them for you." Just then, the door to their room opened. In stepped one of the rookies, a girl with blond hair and a gray coat. "Excuse me, but does this belong to anyone?", she asked. Twilight raised her hand, an embarrassed smile on her face. The rookie handed them to her. "Thanks, uh....what's your name again?" The rookie put her hands behind her back and traced her foot on the ground, "Oh, I have two names. My real name is Ditzy Doo, but I like to be called by my nickname, Derpy Hooves." Twilight nodded as she slipped her pants on. Dash had stopped laughing, and was now inspecting Derpy. "So, Rook, where ya from?" "I'm from Manehattan, but I grew up in Ponyville." Dash laughed, "Really, I'm from there, not much shit happens there, but it's a nice town." "Anyway, how long you been in S.W.A.T.?" Derpy shrugged, "Uh, a week." The conversation would've gone on longer, but the loudspeaker came on, "All available units, please report to Room 503 for mission briefing, thank you." Twilight sighed as she claimed out of bed. "Alright, Derpy, why don't you go ahead, we'll meet up with you at briefing." Derpy nodded and quickly left the room. "I like her, just something about her.", Dash said with a smile. Twilight laughed, "Yeah, that's what you think about everyone from Ponyville. Now come on, let's see just what the hell we're doing today." 0000000 "Alright, ladies, sit you're asses down! Be quiet!" The crowd quieted down, and the captain continued his speech. "Alright, so today we're not the usual shit. This, is Warner Bloodscales." A picture of a heavily tattooed, dark red dragon appeared on the screen. "Bloodscales is one of the highest ranking members of the Draconic mafia group the Red Fires. He's been trafficking drugs into his warehouse for about two years now. Yeah, the common ones, crack, pot and heroine, but that's not why we're going after this bastard. People have been going missing in Fillydelphia, only to show up two weeks later with their throats cut. Who the fuck do you think they're blaming? Now, we'll split into two groups. Group A is with me. Sparkle and Dash, we'll be infiltrating the compound itself. Group B, you'll be providing over watch. Now I want you're asses ready and on the ground in one hour." 000000 "Two minutes." Twilight slapped a magazine into her M4 and gripped the gun firmly. Like always, she felt a little nervous, she didn't know what made her, but for the past four years, before every mission, she always felt nervous. The city of Fillydelphia spread out across the ground below. Dash sat opposite of her, gripping her own gun. Twilight couldn't tell for sure, but she was sure Dash was smiling behind her helmet. "You ready for this, Spark?", asked Dash on the comm. "I'm here to get this done, so yeah, I'm ready." "One minute." Twilight took a deep breath. In fifteen minutes, the mission would be over, Bloodscales would be captured and she could spend the rest of the at home. "Thirty seconds." She stood up, as did Captain Flowers and Dash. "Alright you two, check your weapons and ammo, stay frosty and most importantly, stay on my ass!", the captain barked. For the next twenty-three seconds, everything froze. Twilight thought it was hours before the pilot finally called out "go." "Here we go!", Dash yelled as she rappeled to the ground. Twilight followed, hoping whoever was in the warehouse was in a good mood. Author's Note Yeah..... Sorry about this confusing chapter, but I got hit with a bit of writer's block. Anyway, this is the beginning of Twi's storyline. Plus, the chapter after the next begins Apple Bloom's, so stay tuned! BloodscalesThree hours later.... The mission did not go as planned. The S.W.A.T. had walked right into the middle of a gang war. Apparently, another mafia(which Captain Flowers had identified as the 'Green Scales') had the exact same idea: take down Warren Bloodscales, only they'd wanted to kill him, not arrest him. Captain Flowers had been kidnapped, and Twilight and Dash had barely escaped with their lives. Now, they were observing Flowers as he was tied to a chair and being tortured by Bloodscales's men. "C'mon, Spark, let me take the shot, I'll grind the bastards into the ground!" Twilight shook her head, "Negative, Dash, we can't risk it, they'll kill Flowers before you can say 'shit.'" Dash grunted and continued looking through the scope of her M27 sniper rifle. Twilight simply observed with binoculars. Twilight kept repeating in her head different strategies on how to rescue the captain without getting Dash or herself killed. That's when someone she'd hoped was already dead showed up. A large, crimson colored dragon with several tattoos. Some were simple, like a skull or something like that, others were elaborate, one even depicted him ripping a human skeleton to shreds. He was the man they'd come after in the first place: Warren Bloodscales. Apparently, Dash didn't recognize him, "Who the fuck is this?" Twilight gritted her teeth, "Bloodscales." Dash tensed, "Now would be a good time to shoot, Spark." "Just shut up and watch!" Bloodscales was BIG, even for dragon standards. While most dragons were seven foot, and only slightly larger than humans, Bloodscales was about 9' 5". Except for the shredded black jeans and the combat boots he wore, he was bare. He had a machete tucked in the jeans and a Desert Eagle in the back of them. He was talking to one of his men and he didn't look happy. "Spark, I've got a clear headshot on that asshole, let me take it." Twilight halted Dash, "Negative, this is a CAPTURE mission, we can't kill him." That's when she saw an unspeakable crime. Apparently, the dragon Bloodscales was talking to had said something wrong. That's because Bloodscales picked him up, threw him up, and with a crack that Dash and Twilight could hear from half a mile away, broke the man's back. As he discarded the body, Bloodscales walked over to Captain Flowers and took something from his ear: his comm. "What's he do-", Dash was interrupted by a bone chilling voice in their comms. "Warrant Officer Sparkle. Corporal Dash. You're friend here is unwilling to tell us why S.W.A.T. is in our compound. I want you to tell me why you're here, or risk death of you and your comrade. You have ten seconds to comply." Holy shit, what- what am I going to do?, Twilight began to freak out. Dash calmed her, "Twi, we've gotta go, there's nothing we can do for Flowers." Then, Bloodscales laughed over the comms, "Right you are, my dear. It's a shame too, I was going to spare you, but I guess you don't care about your own." Bloodscales took the comm out of his ear and crushed it in his fist. Drawing his machete, he walked to the captain and stood behind him. Then he roared to his men so loud Twilight heard it from were she was, "LONG LIVE THE FIRE!!!!" With that, he plunged the machete into Flowers's neck. The captain screamed as his blood spilled onto the concrete. Twilight turned her head, she couldn't watch it anymore, Flowers had been a good friend to her. She kept her head turned for three minutes, until Dash finally tapped her, "I'm sorry, Spark, but we gotta get the fuck outta here." She fingered her comm, "Viper 1, this Corporal Rainbow Dash, Captain Flowers is KIA, we need immediate evac ASAP." Twilight followed Dash to the evac site, guilt surrounding her as she borded the helicopter..... 0000000 The tan dragon was quiet as he listened to the report. "Warren, I'm glad to hear you're okay, but now that the humans are getting involved in our business, this is most unfornunate..." Bloodscales must've heard the change in his voice, "What's wrong, Drek?" Drek shook his head, "Nothing, Warren, but we must silence these loose ends if the Fires are to survive." Bloodscales snorted, "Who's my first target, Mister Grinder?" Drek smiled, "Cadence, governess of Fillydelphia. Don't kill her, but I want her missing on the news by the end of the week." Bloodscales chuckled, "Alright, you watch yourself in there, Drek Grinder." "You too, Warren Bloodscales." The phone hung up and Drek set it down. This was going to be a very big week..... Author's Note Well, glad that's over, I got stuck with major writers block writing this chapter. Two announcements: One- I am proud to introduce thebrony343 as my official co-author. Two- My second story, "Nazi Pony Zombies" will be out soon. If you like Call of Duty you'll love this story.
Prologue: Red FireGot to get away! Got to get away! The young, purple dragon ran as fast as he could, but he knew he'd never outrun his pursuers. He could still smell the burning scent of freshly used gunpowder. The woods seemed to go on forever, as if he were simply running in circles through the Everfree. He heard a bang, and something metal flew past his head. He turned and noticed the two large men in red jackets were still following him. "Yeah, keep running, kid! All those little feet will do is delay us from catching your ass!", one of the dragons shouted. The boy kept running, he was determined to outrun the two that were still chasing him. As he hopped over a rock, he noticed that his pursuers were falling behind. He sighed in relief, his first good luck all night. Then, he ran into something hard. He blacked out for a bit, but when he did come to, he noticed not two, but three dragons standing above him, the two that'd been chasing him, and a new one. They were talking about something and hadn't noticed him yet, so he listened to them. "Man, did you see me nail the dad! I kick down the door, yell 'lights out, fucktard,' and gun his pale ass into the ground with my AK!" "You're full of it, Brutus here was the one kicked the door down and killed the guy. You just yelled that out." They continued to argue for about what seemed an hour until they noticed the boy staring at them. "What'd ya think we should do with him?", the one on the right asked. His partner smiled, "Well of course we're going to kill him, but why don't we have a little fun with him?" He gripped the green, mohawk-like scales on the boy's head, causing him to shriek. "Let's rape him!" The boy froze in fear, he just said that, right? Brutus shook his head and turned away. The other thug simply spat in disgust, "You have a sick mind, Aleek." Aleek sneered at him, "Fuck you, Grinder." Aleek turned his attention to the boy. "Well, you're a quiet one, aren't you? Don't worry, you'll be joining your family in Hell soon." Aleek started laughing. The boy began to squirm, hoping to break free from his hold, when he felt the cold barrel of a gun to the back of his head. "Now there'll be none of that, boy. Now, hold still, I want to really enjoy this mo-", the boy didn't even hear the bang. A flow of crimson exploded from Aleek's skull. His eyes were wide but lifeless. The boy felt the grip on him loosen, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Brutus and Grinder stood a few yards away, both donning AK-47s. They were looking at something to the boy's left, he looked that way too and was shocked to see what was there. It was a dragon. His scales black as night, with a large trench coat that matched that color. The only thing you see in the figure was his snowflake blue eyes, which glowed under the full moon of midnight. He held in his hands a large, silver pistol, which read on its side "Painful Night." The barrel of the pistol smoked like it had just been fired. The figure did not look happy. "Let the boy go, before I split more heads.", the figure demanded in a loud, confident voice. Brutus and Grinder raised their guns to the figure. "Who the hell are you?", asked Grinder. The figure responded by pointing his pistol at Brutus and pulling the trigger. Brutus's waist bursted in a large mixture of fire and gore, the huge dragon stood for three seconds, until collapsing and allowing the blood to spew from his body. Grinder stood with his mouth a gape, then heard the black dragon speak again. "Negro garra. Now let me repeat myself, let the boy go or I'll send you to Hell." Grinder hesitated, but thought twice and threw his gun to the ground. Then, he went running in the other direction. "An old man once told me, before he got bucked, that 'you can run and hide, but you're completely fucked!'", said the figure. He turned to the boy, who had been watching wide-eyed the whole time. "How did you make him explode?", the boy asked. "Dragon's Breath rounds. They have fuel in their heads, so when they hit a target, they explode." The figure dropped a magazine out of his gun, then slapped a fresh one in. "Kid, where are your parents?", the figure asked as he put his gun up. "Dead.", the boy said with a hint of sadness. "Is all of your family dead?" The boy nodded. The figure stood for a while, as if he were thinking, then he spoke. "What's your name, boy?" The boy gulped, "Spike." The figure smiled. "Spike, huh?", he extended a hand. "I'm Shadow." Spike shook his hand. Shadow looked at the shredded corpses of Aleek and Brutus, then back to Spike. "Say, Spike. What if I were to tell you that you could be part of my family? I could be the great uncle or someone like that. We would travel all across Equestria! What do you say?", he extended his hand again. Spike thought for a second, could he? But, then he remembered his family was dead, his home destroyed and wrecked. So, he took Shadow's hand. "I promise, Spike, you will not lose this family. Now, lets see what we can do with those bodies, shall we?" Author's Note Well, there it is, the prologue. Just one thing I need to clear up: all pony related characters are human in this story. Dragons(ex: Spike and Shadow), are humanoid reptiles. See ya next time.
A "Diplomatic" MeetingTwelve years later.... "As the election for Equestria's next queen comes near, people seem to be either very excited or extremely agitated. In two out of four non-official elections, Princess Celestia won the popular vote. As the eldest and most sophisticated of the trio, as well as being the current governor of Canterlot, almost half of Equestria is siding with her. Princess Luna is not far behind though. The feisty governor of Manehattan has about a quarter of the general public's votes in her pocket. But, will her short temper and high arrest rate kill her chances of winning? So says model Rarity el Magnífico. But, lets not forget Princess Cadance, who is running up a healthy vote of her own. She has also got the full support of Equestrian defense general and future husband Shining Armor Sparkle. Who will be our next queen? We'll have to wait and see. This is Lyra Heartstrings reporting live from the Council house of Canterlot, back to you guys!" Spike just turned the channel, with all that's happening in the mafia these days, the humans are lucky compared to the dragons. "Aw, man, come on! I was watching that shit!", the blood red dragon sitting next to him cried. Spike chuckled, "Garble, they don't even show anything. If you want eye candy, use the Web." Garble got up and stretched. Anybody who would've been there would find the the conversation between the two a little odd, especially since they weren't wearing anything but boxer shorts. "Ok, I will, I'm tired of all that bullshit on the news anyway." Garble began to leave, but stopped at the doorway, "Hey, you got any idea were Shadow is?" Spike pointed up, "He's upstairs meeting with some human, told us not to mess with him till he's done." Garble sighed then left the room. Spike turned his attention back to the TV. Damn it, Cadance, you'd better hope Shadow's in a good mood. And if he is, you might not want to piss him off... 00000000 "Wait, what are you talking about?" Cadance simply sat and watched as her secretary argued with the mafia leader. Since the other three groups, the Red Fires, Green Scales and Purple Fangs had either threatened to kill her or just simply said no, the only one that would speak to her was the Black Claws, and negotiations were not going well. "You can't just refuse our terms, we have thirty royal bodyguards here! We could arrest you in seconds!", her secretary yelled. The black dragon responded by removing a cigar from his pocket and lighting it. "You would be wise to remember that this is our turf, I could kill you right now and frankly not give a shit and continue speaking to your princess, I advice, Mr. Secretary, that you sit your ass down and let me talk." Her secretary looked as if he would explode, he almost blew his top again, until Cadance stopped him. "Sombra, please leave, we don't need any more tension between us." Sombra looked at her with a "You're joking, right?" expression, but after seeing her stern look, walked out of the room. Cadance turned her attention back to the dragon, "Listen, Shade was it?" "Shadow.", he corrected her. "Right, all we ask is for you to stop killing our police officers until the election is over, the people of Fillydelphia are afraid to even go outside of their homes. We've already called in S.W.A.T. to help us take down a Red Fire drug house on the outskirts of the city. Please, you and your fellow Claws would be rewarded." Shadow's light blue eyes simply stared at her, like he was reading her mind. If Cadance wasn't here for negotiations and she hadn't known that he could kill her, she would have thought they were pretty. Shadow took a big puff from his cigar, then he spoke, "You got yourself a deal princess." Shadow extended his hand, Cadance reluctantly shook it. They talked for another hour, but then Cadance had to leave. "It's been a pleasure, Shadow.", she said as she left. Once she was clear of the mafia's sight, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, her phone rang. "Hello?", she said as she answered it. "Honey! So how did it go?", the voice of her fiancé exclaimed. She smiled, "Sit down, Shining. This may take a while." 0000000 Spike's phone beeped as it got a text. "Spike. Grab Garble and your gear and meet me outside, we're going hunting." He sighed, "Great, another bitch to kill. Garble! Get your shit together! We're gonna have some fun!" Author's Note Yeah, action and other POVs next chapter. See ya next time. PS, sorry if I misspelled Fillydelphia, I'll try to get it right next time.
Operation B.L.A.C.K.L.I.S.T.Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Twilight Sparkle woke with a groan, her alarm clock blaring like it did every morning. "Twi! Could you turn that shit off?" Of all the fresh recruits in the S.W.A.T., she just had to get Rainbow Dash as a roommate. "Hey, Sparkle! I said cut that shit off!" "Alright! Jesus, you don't have to yell!" Twilight turned her alarm clock off and stretched, when Dash started laughing. "What?", asked Twilight. Dash snickered, "Hey, Spark! You missing something?" Twilight looked around, no, besides sleep and clothes, she wasn't missing anythi- wait, clothes? She looked in her covers, she wasn't wearing anything, not even underwear. "Dash! Where the hell are my clothes?" Dash was laughing uncontrollably, "I threw them in the courtyard, and I'm not getting them for you." Just then, the door to their room opened. In stepped one of the rookies, a girl with blond hair and a gray coat. "Excuse me, but does this belong to anyone?", she asked. Twilight raised her hand, an embarrassed smile on her face. The rookie handed them to her. "Thanks, uh....what's your name again?" The rookie put her hands behind her back and traced her foot on the ground, "Oh, I have two names. My real name is Ditzy Doo, but I like to be called by my nickname, Derpy Hooves." Twilight nodded as she slipped her pants on. Dash had stopped laughing, and was now inspecting Derpy. "So, Rook, where ya from?" "I'm from Manehattan, but I grew up in Ponyville." Dash laughed, "Really, I'm from there, not much shit happens there, but it's a nice town." "Anyway, how long you been in S.W.A.T.?" Derpy shrugged, "Uh, a week." The conversation would've gone on longer, but the loudspeaker came on, "All available units, please report to Room 503 for mission briefing, thank you." Twilight sighed as she claimed out of bed. "Alright, Derpy, why don't you go ahead, we'll meet up with you at briefing." Derpy nodded and quickly left the room. "I like her, just something about her.", Dash said with a smile. Twilight laughed, "Yeah, that's what you think about everyone from Ponyville. Now come on, let's see just what the hell we're doing today." 0000000 "Alright, ladies, sit you're asses down! Be quiet!" The crowd quieted down, and the captain continued his speech. "Alright, so today we're not the usual shit. This, is Warner Bloodscales." A picture of a heavily tattooed, dark red dragon appeared on the screen. "Bloodscales is one of the highest ranking members of the Draconic mafia group the Red Fires. He's been trafficking drugs into his warehouse for about two years now. Yeah, the common ones, crack, pot and heroine, but that's not why we're going after this bastard. People have been going missing in Fillydelphia, only to show up two weeks later with their throats cut. Who the fuck do you think they're blaming? Now, we'll split into two groups. Group A is with me. Sparkle and Dash, we'll be infiltrating the compound itself. Group B, you'll be providing over watch. Now I want you're asses ready and on the ground in one hour." 000000 "Two minutes." Twilight slapped a magazine into her M4 and gripped the gun firmly. Like always, she felt a little nervous, she didn't know what made her, but for the past four years, before every mission, she always felt nervous. The city of Fillydelphia spread out across the ground below. Dash sat opposite of her, gripping her own gun. Twilight couldn't tell for sure, but she was sure Dash was smiling behind her helmet. "You ready for this, Spark?", asked Dash on the comm. "I'm here to get this done, so yeah, I'm ready." "One minute." Twilight took a deep breath. In fifteen minutes, the mission would be over, Bloodscales would be captured and she could spend the rest of the at home. "Thirty seconds." She stood up, as did Captain Flowers and Dash. "Alright you two, check your weapons and ammo, stay frosty and most importantly, stay on my ass!", the captain barked. For the next twenty-three seconds, everything froze. Twilight thought it was hours before the pilot finally called out "go." "Here we go!", Dash yelled as she rappeled to the ground. Twilight followed, hoping whoever was in the warehouse was in a good mood. Author's Note Yeah..... Sorry about this confusing chapter, but I got hit with a bit of writer's block. Anyway, this is the beginning of Twi's storyline. Plus, the chapter after the next begins Apple Bloom's, so stay tuned!
BloodscalesThree hours later.... The mission did not go as planned. The S.W.A.T. had walked right into the middle of a gang war. Apparently, another mafia(which Captain Flowers had identified as the 'Green Scales') had the exact same idea: take down Warren Bloodscales, only they'd wanted to kill him, not arrest him. Captain Flowers had been kidnapped, and Twilight and Dash had barely escaped with their lives. Now, they were observing Flowers as he was tied to a chair and being tortured by Bloodscales's men. "C'mon, Spark, let me take the shot, I'll grind the bastards into the ground!" Twilight shook her head, "Negative, Dash, we can't risk it, they'll kill Flowers before you can say 'shit.'" Dash grunted and continued looking through the scope of her M27 sniper rifle. Twilight simply observed with binoculars. Twilight kept repeating in her head different strategies on how to rescue the captain without getting Dash or herself killed. That's when someone she'd hoped was already dead showed up. A large, crimson colored dragon with several tattoos. Some were simple, like a skull or something like that, others were elaborate, one even depicted him ripping a human skeleton to shreds. He was the man they'd come after in the first place: Warren Bloodscales. Apparently, Dash didn't recognize him, "Who the fuck is this?" Twilight gritted her teeth, "Bloodscales." Dash tensed, "Now would be a good time to shoot, Spark." "Just shut up and watch!" Bloodscales was BIG, even for dragon standards. While most dragons were seven foot, and only slightly larger than humans, Bloodscales was about 9' 5". Except for the shredded black jeans and the combat boots he wore, he was bare. He had a machete tucked in the jeans and a Desert Eagle in the back of them. He was talking to one of his men and he didn't look happy. "Spark, I've got a clear headshot on that asshole, let me take it." Twilight halted Dash, "Negative, this is a CAPTURE mission, we can't kill him." That's when she saw an unspeakable crime. Apparently, the dragon Bloodscales was talking to had said something wrong. That's because Bloodscales picked him up, threw him up, and with a crack that Dash and Twilight could hear from half a mile away, broke the man's back. As he discarded the body, Bloodscales walked over to Captain Flowers and took something from his ear: his comm. "What's he do-", Dash was interrupted by a bone chilling voice in their comms. "Warrant Officer Sparkle. Corporal Dash. You're friend here is unwilling to tell us why S.W.A.T. is in our compound. I want you to tell me why you're here, or risk death of you and your comrade. You have ten seconds to comply." Holy shit, what- what am I going to do?, Twilight began to freak out. Dash calmed her, "Twi, we've gotta go, there's nothing we can do for Flowers." Then, Bloodscales laughed over the comms, "Right you are, my dear. It's a shame too, I was going to spare you, but I guess you don't care about your own." Bloodscales took the comm out of his ear and crushed it in his fist. Drawing his machete, he walked to the captain and stood behind him. Then he roared to his men so loud Twilight heard it from were she was, "LONG LIVE THE FIRE!!!!" With that, he plunged the machete into Flowers's neck. The captain screamed as his blood spilled onto the concrete. Twilight turned her head, she couldn't watch it anymore, Flowers had been a good friend to her. She kept her head turned for three minutes, until Dash finally tapped her, "I'm sorry, Spark, but we gotta get the fuck outta here." She fingered her comm, "Viper 1, this Corporal Rainbow Dash, Captain Flowers is KIA, we need immediate evac ASAP." Twilight followed Dash to the evac site, guilt surrounding her as she borded the helicopter..... 0000000 The tan dragon was quiet as he listened to the report. "Warren, I'm glad to hear you're okay, but now that the humans are getting involved in our business, this is most unfornunate..." Bloodscales must've heard the change in his voice, "What's wrong, Drek?" Drek shook his head, "Nothing, Warren, but we must silence these loose ends if the Fires are to survive." Bloodscales snorted, "Who's my first target, Mister Grinder?" Drek smiled, "Cadence, governess of Fillydelphia. Don't kill her, but I want her missing on the news by the end of the week." Bloodscales chuckled, "Alright, you watch yourself in there, Drek Grinder." "You too, Warren Bloodscales." The phone hung up and Drek set it down. This was going to be a very big week..... Author's Note Well, glad that's over, I got stuck with major writers block writing this chapter. Two announcements: One- I am proud to introduce thebrony343 as my official co-author. Two- My second story, "Nazi Pony Zombies" will be out soon. If you like Call of Duty you'll love this story.
