Semper Fidelis

America is not at war

The UMSC is at war

America is at the mall.

It was dark…so very dark, why did he feel so cold, why did it hurt even when he was dead?

McGalion was hunched over bleeding profusely from his forehead onto the dashboard, his whole body was screaming in pain from his head down as he took sharp intakes of air.

I’m…alive...I’m alive! He thought slowly to himself.

He wanted to open his eyes, but when he did, it was still an ongoing void of black, but there was a heavy scent of rotting flesh.

Blind…can’t…no, only…blood He told himself.

McGalion went to raise his hand to wipe away the blood, but only achieved in twitching is fingers.

”Come…on you can…do this he muttered

He threw all his will power into his arm and slowly cupped his fingers and pulled away a large glop of old blood from his eye, and he let his hand fall like a ragdoll, as the blood dripped from his fingers.

He could see!

McGalion could see the floor below him it was tattered and covered in debris and a small pool of fresh crimson blood.

He slowly titled his head ignoring the waves of pain that shot threw his body to look up at Harding.

He snapped his eyes closed when he saw his mangled corps.

Harding had both legs broken and bent out of shape, even his left leg he could see his bone jutting from the bloody flesh. Farther up, he had several deep gashes slowly oozing dark red blood, there was countless metal shards sticking from his upper chest. His right arm was completely removed, and the other was unrecognizable among his tattered body. The top part of his head was ripped open with brain matter scattered over the wall behind him with a massive branch piercing the windshield past his head.

McGalion was ridden with grief over his dead friend.

He remained still and silent with his eyes closed for what felt like eternity, until he gathered enough strength to push his head from the dashboard.

His arms shook and ached as he pushed back as hard as his frail body would allow him.

He felt his body yell in agony as he pushed, and to his relief he flopped back into the battered chair as he gasped for air.

He closed his eyes to keep himself from looking to his partner.

He looked at his safety belt that was smashed under debris.

“Shit” He sighed.

He looked up to the smashed window in front of him, and through a long struggle snapped of one of the shards and cut the belt away.

“Come on, let’s do this” He grumbled as he failed to stand from the chair.

“GHA!” with a hard heave he pushed of the chair and flopped onto his hand and knees over the blood pool, his whole body was aching in pain.

He remained still, gasping with his eyes shut.

He eventually slowly propped against the wall shaking, but standing which gave him a boost in will power, as he slowly made his way out from the shattered cockpit into the absent cargo hold.

He slid down the step stairwell and collapsed onto his back with the wind knocked out of him as the world started to spin and blur.

He rolled over onto his stomach.

The cargo hold was thirty-forty feet away broken and shattered with boxes scattered between him and the hold, everything beyond that was a white blur.

He grunted a sigh as he pulled himself to his knees before standing up and losing his balance and falling against the remaining wall of the cockpit.

He started to take short weak steps, shuffled his steps.

He made it less than a quarter of the way before he collapsed into the turned up dirt and held his eyes closed, and biting his bottom lip trying not to scream in agony.

He gripped a pile of dirt in his hand and slowly looked up…

“Oh my god…” He muttered into the ground as a tall white winged figure stood less than five feet from him looking down at him, his vision started to fade and blur more so than before.

He reached up a hand before his body started to become cold and the figure started to fade into darkness…

<<<(#)>>>

Celestia stood as guards shuffled about moving the crates from the belly of the strange creature that was in three separate parts, the tail was jutting from the ground into the air, the belly was rolled on its side the left wing in the air, the right snapped into, the head somewhere beyond the belly.

“Ma’am” A guard stopped in front of her with a stiff salute.

‘Yes, what is it?” She peered down at him.

“We have opened one of the crates and…there are some strange things inside of them, the captain thought you would like to see them” He stated hesitantly.

“Well lead me to them, would you kindly” She beckoned he nodded and started to walk with her at his side.

They walked past guards who hauled small metal boxes to large reinforced crates were Shining Armor stood peering into one of the crates with the top at its side.

“What is it that you wished to show me?” Celestia asked the stallion.

“This” He pointed his head down into the box.

“What is it?” She asked

“It’s a 50 caliber tripod mounted machine gun, and looks to be American made…Hmp” An exotic voice came from behind the two.

“Oh, Doctor there you are!” Celestia greeted the light brown stallion who had an hour glass cutie-mark.

“Hello to you to” He smiled.

“Wait, wait, wait it’s a what?” The captain stuttered.

“To be simple, it’s called a gun, a very big one to, and that…is a plane” He waved a hoof over the plane wreck.

“How do you know all this?” The goddess asked the Time-lord.

“Well I have been… around, you could say” He said flatly.

They started to make their way around the belly of the plane to examine the engines and wings.

The doctor pointed out various areas and specific pieces of metal that were scattered about, as Celestia and Shining listened to him explain a place called the United Kingdom and America until The Alicorn faintly heard a soft Thump from around the wreckage.

She craned her neck to see the origin of the sound, but could not see anything out of the ordinary.

Celestia looked back at the two stallions as the doctor chattered on about the Write Brothers, or something.

She walked around the belly to the head of the plane were a… actually she had no idea what it was…face-down in the dirt.

She stood there looking at whatever it was look up to her, it reached up a trembling foreleg mumbled something she could not understand and then it dropped its leg and stopped moving.

“Doctor!”