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#1 Seras Victoria

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Posted 11 September 2013 - 06:57 PM

The beginning, 5 years ago. (Day of the fallout)

11 years ago, Equestria was a land of peace and harmony, its inhabitants believed in equal coexistence under the rulers Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Under the two Alicorns the land thrived and prospered, making strides in cultural relations and technology. After the crowning of Princess Twilight, science became a more popular field in pony culture and further expanded until they had developed electronics and even the first Artificial Intelligence. It wasn’t much longer until the ponies began to consider the prospect of another threat to Equestria. The elements of harmony were becoming a thing of the past, more radical solutions were considered. In no time at all the first Atomic weapon was developed and then produced en mass. When the princess’ heard of this development, an internal feud began. The Princess, still believing in peace and harmony, wanted the weapons destroyed and to return to the simpler times. The advisor to Celestia urged her to reconsider, that Equestria had come too far to return to candles and wood fires. When they tried to stop him, he took control over the Atomic arsenal and fired them at the local populous, starting with Ponyville. The Princess’ had no choice but to stand down or see their entire kingdom and its ponies wiped out. It’s rumoured that they were thrown in the Castle dungeon in Canterlot; most say they were executed by the Advisor. Canterlot was turned into a literal fortress, and he turned the other opposing cities into ash just to prove a point. Those loyal to the Monarchy fled the capital and moved into the now irradiated Bad Lands, setting up outposts and settlements wherever the radiation was least present. Now, only Canterlot remains intact, the other towns and cities are in ruin. Survivors roam the land, some in search of shelter, and others in search of blood. At the Wonderbolts academy, the once Flight display group have become one of the most elite Rebel gangs west of Ponyville. Any other survivors head there, hearing the promises of shelter and protection from the Advisors soldiers, and the mutants of the Bad Lands. With the land in ruin, ponies turning on each other and supplies limited, will the Wonderbolts keep to their core values? Or will they be bent by the new era?

((Please use the other Thread to apply for this RP. I may make some changes but this is as good a introduction story as i could come up with))


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#2 Seras Victoria

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Posted 12 September 2013 - 07:09 AM

((Applications will continue throughout the RP but as of now posting may begin and the RP has begun. I don't particularly mind who kicks it off but please be in mind it has to be decent length so it's kinda of a mini introduction to the situation. Remember that if you haven't already to apply first!))

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Posted 12 September 2013 - 09:06 AM

((ooh, ooh, me me! Pick me! MEE!))

((oh. lost the train of thought... lets see..))

 

The wind swept at features on the cold rocky landscape.

No sign of green grass, nor a sign of blue skies.

The wind lapped at the sides of the unshapely grey clouds.

The sun stood without emotion. It moved as if weren't controlled by it's previous guide.

The moon, when it rose, there was no feel of love. Only loneliness.

The smell of burning buildings and ponies alike, wafted through the air.

The stench came from below, a new land without ruling.

A no-pony's land.

There were the echoes of ricocheting weapons, Which proved existence down below, and brang fear to those with the softest of hearts.

Ans the place where an old battered down team worked.

The most protected land yet.

Once there, for it's inhabitants to be heroes to it's people.

The light dimly touched the rocky surface, providing overall shade from the uncontrollable cloud layer.

It rose higher into the sky than it was previously positioned.

 

There, stood the ever adventurous grey-blue mare, sporting her brown leather piloting jacket and boots.

She wasn't the same as before the blasts.

She stood silent, and just watched. Never spoke a word when it was not needed.

She observed the ever grey sky above the ruins of the academy, the home of the popular wonderbolts.

The weather had taken its toll. It resembled the weather above the ever-green forest, uncontroled, yet natural to some sense.

We left the skies, for safety. We could be shot down, our positions given away, our lives a stake.

And they wish they could see the ground up close again.

Why would they want to in such a state?



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Posted 12 September 2013 - 11:48 AM

((Good intro I like it))

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#5 Seras Victoria

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Posted 12 September 2013 - 06:07 PM

Silver stood in his office against the wall by the window. He saw a returning patrol coming in from the North, it was probably the search party coming back with supplies. He felt ashamed, it'd been a long time since he needed to send out a patrol for food. Usually they could eat rather well and only ration it in the winter, unfortunately the Academy had taken on more ponies over the spring and they'd had to start now. It was only July and they'd already had 3 radiation storms, that was bad even by the usual standards. Although he didn't want to admit it, he suspected that some of the Drifters may have been stealing from the kitchen. He'd posted guards outside the entrance to the pantry and supply bunker and restricted access to the Armoury. Since a group of Angel bandits attacked the Academy he'd ordered all Wonderbolts to keep a weapon on themselves at all times, he currently had his M12 on his desk. He went back to it and began to clean the weapon with a cloth, he kept the barrel oiled and the sights adjusted to that it was zeroed to him perfectly. Noticing the clock on his wall he saw that it was almost 12 o'clock. Nearly lunch time, let's see if we can try to avoid another riot this time. He reassembled the rifle and loaded a magazine into it, pulling back the bolt with a satisfying 'click' he proceeded towards the canteen, hoping for no trouble. 



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Posted 12 September 2013 - 07:20 PM

Miles glided slowly above the others, his stony-faced eyes keeping straight ahead on their destination as they pushed a path through the sickly gray clouds. Moisture hung inside, but it was bitter to the tongue and its stench followed for a ways. He had nearly forgotten what a real cloud was like, or how he had felt before as he sailed through the skies unopposed. But, no more. The threat was always there, and the price of forgetting as much would be that of a life, no matter how worthless or fulfilled.

 

The search had yielded a meager amount of supplies, but it would keep them alive for a bit longer. Their rucksacks were full of canned food and bottled water. Some of it could be spared, some not so much. The invisible ugly tendrils of that radioactive cloud had jammed itself in through the plastic and aluminum containers wherever it could find a pore. It was nasty business, and it was not to be ignored. Even in small amounts it could ruin the food supply, or the population's health. But it was all they could find without trekking deep into the lost areas of Equestria. They had been lucky to find a few farm houses dotting the landscape that had been mostly spared from the initial shockwaves, but had fallen into disrepair from a lack of suitable inhabitants to keep them up.

 

They were almost to the landing strip now. Only one more cloud obstructed their view before the dismal pre-apocalyptic military structures peeked up from the top of the massive construct they called home. The steel and mortar was not as beautiful as it once was, but it still held an optimism in its feeble bones and it never failed to satisfy him deep inside when he would slow up on the runway before a hot meal and a shower. But he knew there would be no shower today, and the only hot meal they would find would be left ticking under a Geiger counter. No - What he would have would be the consistency of dog food, and dirt water strained through what amounted to an old sock with charcoal in it for a filter. It wasn't much, but it kept them alive long enough to eat the next day and hope for new horizons.

 

It was just arriving at noon when they had all landed and meandered over to the canteen to drop and sort their find. Hungry eyes watched feverishly as they handled their next meals with ease - first passing them to the pony next to them to be scanned with numerous instruments to determine the safety before being placed in a stack labeling them as "safe" or "unsafe."

 

Miles sat back and watched the poor wretches continue their routine, feeling the weakness of hunger in his own gut and the pang in his throat. He had skipped lunch the previous evening so that one who was even worse off than he was could have his meal. He did not regret it, though his body informed him otherwise. With a sigh, he pulled his rifle from his sling and stood it up. It was clean and polished despite the obvious age and wear and tear that had been placed on the guts of the gun. He tried his best to wipe it down and clean it after he used it, though, thankfully, he hadn't had a reason to shoot it since the last raid. He had been on patrol most of the time and spent the better part of his free time sitting on top of the flight control tower scanning the perimeter for nuisances. He didn't know why, but it felt calming to just be alone on overwatch at night with naught but his thoughts and his carbine.

 

He recognized some of the faces around, but many of them were new and did not have the same stride as the Wonderbolts who had stayed. Wanderers, drifters, scavengers, traders. All were welcome if they had a sense of civility and peace. But not all were given to such acts of charity, and these ponies he disliked. They still came, despite this, and they still tried to take the better part of what he and his friends had worked so hard to keep alive. They never made it far before a bullet found them, be it from his barrel, or that of another with the wing'ed emblem.

 

He watched the crowd with his weary eyes and leaned against his rifle, knowing it was there to support him. It was all he had and he knew that if he took care of her, she would take care of him.



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Posted 12 September 2013 - 07:53 PM

In the the office just outside the Commander's door sat Strike who was simply watching the terminal in front of him. There thoughts of the war crossed his mind. Was he the only one? What about his home land? Was this really the way things were going to end? These questions plagued him even in his dreams.

 

 

Strike was cut out of his line of thought when a Sargent walked in the room. "Sir the supplies have arrived"

 

Strike grabbed his cap and said "Don't call me Sir... Ranks mean nothing to me, you know that already" *Sight* "Better let the 'Commander' know..."  He proceeded to knock on the Commander's door "The supplies are here" And so he waited for the door to open.

 

((Just realized 11 years after fallout.... My character is 50 years old.... Screw it he has grey hair now XD)) 


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Posted 14 September 2013 - 09:03 AM

Where once living water had flowed, dry bones and dust now replaced. A sharp easterly wind picked up the ash and dust and swept it down the sun-baked valley. The dead valley. A suitable name, thought Fleetfire Icaria, as she picked her path carefully through the barren river-bed. Clouds of ash assailed her face, misted her goggles. She wondered what - or who - the ash came from; the numerous posibilities that came to mind made her shudder. Fleetfire pulled her woolen scarf tighter around her and brought the hem up to cover her mouth and nose. Dry bones crunched underhoof.

Further up-valley, the howling wind had lulled down, but the mist of ghostly ash was still as thick as ever, like a tepid and uncomely soup. To her, it shaped the most haunting of apparitions to chill the mind. Fleetfire continued upwards, knowing full well she could not turn back. Her journey had taken longer than it really should have, but radiation zones and nefarious bandits were only a few of the dangers she'd had to evade. Real nightmares were made from the ponies who had barely survived the Fallout, they were known as mutations. Far more dangerous, Fleetfire mused while she navigated her way past a worryingly big pile of broken bones. She had had many an unpleasant run-in with the mutations, irradiated creatures that were hard to kill.

Most of the mutations were of animals caught in the radiation zones. Rabbits, wolves, it hardly seemed to matter whether prey or predator. Fleetfire remembered a one encounter with a swarm of irradiated bees. Luckily she had found a big flame-thrower in an abandoned barn earlier that evening that she put to good use. Coming into contact with mutations was not the best of things, that she knew. Since the start of the fallout, all life had become more dead and even more dark; she had lost all that she had loved. All that remained was the hope that life could return to Equestria. The best place to start would be to seek out any of her surviving friends at the academy. She incentively turned her thoughts to where her path was headed: north to the Wonderbolts Academy.

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Posted 14 September 2013 - 09:58 AM

Seeing Commander Silver walk past, Twist looks down at the ground bellow once again, and follows behind.

Since the blasts, she'd became more silent, what others saw as timid until she had a good amount of time with them.

She walked silently behind the commander, hoping that he could provide at least some protection.

 

Her wings were sore.

She had been flying around for at least a week in search of food and supplies earlier, and to add to that, her head would never feel the same after the damn blasts.

The rock had wiped any sign of conscience from her for a few months. That was what screwed her, made her reclusive and silent.

She didn't know how to show any feeling properly, and any conversation would end in anger, if said right.

Unstable, she decided the next best thing to learning without help was to follow others, and study their movements.

The last thing she wanted was to find another rock thwacking into her skull, causing more damage.

So much for being only 27.

((Recruited when she was... 16..?))

((Jeese, maybe ease up on the time it has taken? I mean, tud's OC is.. 50 lol. 11 years? jeese.))

 

"Commander. I expect.. your going... to the canteen.. for lunch?" she strings out, thinking about every word as long as she could before they came out.

She waits for any response, if there were to be any.



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Posted 14 September 2013 - 02:09 PM

((Hey I'm okay with that I'm seeing myself as either Joel from Last of Us or Sully from uncharted))

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Posted 14 September 2013 - 02:32 PM

(the funny thing is, my character is a bit like Joel from The Last Of Us too. She has lost her loved ones and she ages well).

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Posted 14 September 2013 - 05:00 PM

((Alright i'll change it to 5 years))

 

Silver noticed Twist land just behind him and when she actually spoke it made him shiver slightly. She's in her early 20's and has been scarred more than he'd like to admit, all on his watch... 

 

'Well Lieutenant i'm first going to go debrief Miles and then i'll be on my way over there. I just saw them come back in with some supplies, hopefully enough to keep us going for another few months. The quarter master informs me that we've got about 3 months left of food if we ration it down to bare essentials and enough water for about half that. It's not been going well...'

 

As he spoke to the young mare he couldn't look back at her, he just kept walking. Every time he noticed how the once young and joyful Wonderbolt had become silent and reclusive he wondered what she'd be like now if this bloody apocalypse hadn't happened. 



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Posted 14 September 2013 - 05:44 PM

Lightspeed had been quietly watching the events below her from atop one of the buildings. She wore her tattered bomber jacket with her tinted flight goggles on her head. Strapped to the mares back was an extendable lightweight metal rod that she carried with her at all times. She spotted Silver Wings speaking with a mare a few years younger than herself. Taking off from the roof she was perched on, she angled her wings downward and came to a landing beside them. "Sir, contamination in the food Miles' team brought back is almost outnumbering safe rations. It's becoming a hazard to let teams bring back possibly radiated food, which infects those that were safe in the first place, add that to the natural dangers coming back and we're losing supplies that could have kept us running."

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Posted 14 September 2013 - 09:29 PM

Twist listens carefully to both ponies.
It felt different these days.
Ponies acted differently around her.
It made her sad to think that they didn't know she would be ok in a few more years, just that she needed help to learn simple things, but they never saw this.
She spreads her wings to examine the armour she had on them.
Other than the small rust here and there, it was holding up quite well.
She didn't really want to get involved here too much, but she said back in her normal tone:
"In all of equestria... You'd think that they... Would have some sort of... Food and drink... Purifier?"
She went back to examining her wings.

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Posted 14 September 2013 - 09:49 PM

"I sure hope they do" Strike suddenly said as he walked behind the group. "I can't take anymore of these damn refugees"  He stopped next to the group. "It's been five years there should be settlements somewhere..." He stopped briefly "Why do we even take that many refugees they are eating our food and not helping the slightest"



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Posted 14 September 2013 - 10:12 PM

Silver stops and turns to face the group.

 

'Alright let's not even bother dreaming about some sort of food and water purifier which would solve our problems. If there was any such device i'd go and get it myself'

 

Turning to Strike he says 'If they were in our position what would you want huh? To be told to leave and fend for yourself? Or would you want somepony to help you? I swore and oath to save any loyal pony that came onto this Academy after the bombs fell and i'll be damned if i'm going to change my mind because you're getting a rumbly tummy.'

 

Glancing at Lightspeed 'Lightspeed i'd like you to get down to Miles and help him sort all the irradiated supplies and put them on the empty cloud so nobody gets rad poisoning, we'll deal with it later if possible. That or use it as bio-fuel for the generators. All i know right now is that we need to keep searching for supplies, this time not in parties but in force. We're getting close to the danger line and i'm sure if the bandits could they'd take everything we have. I'll check with what we have left, if it gets desperate then we'll go on the offensive, hopefully it wont come to that though.'

 

He continued walking this time towards the Canteen, when he actually thought about it would he attack other ponies? Yes i bloody well would. Silver would do anything to keep his people alive, whether it was moral or not. They were his family, his friends, he'd kill for them.



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Posted 15 September 2013 - 07:28 AM

A stake penetrated the blood-stained ground; a head sat pretty atop the spiked end, lifeless eyes staring dully out. Fleetfire watched it warily. Bandits, she thought as she trotted past the stake, bile rising in her throat. It was a clear warning, 'keep off our land', but Fleetfire did not care much for taking caution. Behind the grisly display, behind a large pile of rocks, the bandit camp still slept. The mountain was not far now, she could see the clouds that ringed the top. Despite how close she was, she could not fly the remaining distance at this point. The bandits might see. Fleetfire sighed, pulled her goggles off her eyes so that they rested on her forehead. Her hooves reached for her crossbow, Cloudburst, and at the same time, selected a few bolts in preparation for the fight she was sure to have.

Atop the rock-pile, Fleetfire could see five oblong-shaped tents. A grey-clad earth-pony guard sat at the centre of the encampment, toying in an almost cliché manner with his rifle. He muttered angrily to himself. "I swear, SourBlade has it wrong again! That fucking... fucker!"
This should be easy, Fleetfire noted. She lifted the crossbow and aligned its sight with the guard's head. After a brief consideration of the wind, Fleet lifted it further up and to the left. The guard was still struggling with his gun, the only issue was that he had awoken several of the other bandits. An older looking colt joined him and wrenched the gun out of his hooves. "You forgot to re-attach the magazine, you dumb piece of shit! How're you supposed to fire if there's no magazine?"

Fleetfire smiled knowingly, but she swiftly remembered who these ponies were and refocussed. She swapped out her regular bolts for incendiary and explosive, applying an explosive one to the crossbow first. She realigned her sights, adjusted appropriately, and loosed her shot. She watched the bandits complain about the noise their guard had been making and... BANG -they were thrown in all directions by the explosion. Bodies encompassed the center of the encampment, charred and broken. Smoke clouded the air. Fleetfire saw tents begin to billow frantically as their occupants tried to figure out what in the seven hays was going on. "What in the seven bloody hays is going on?" shouted one particularly ugly bandit, his face covered in jagged scars, as he stumbled into the sunlight.

He stopped short of another sentence as he took in the carnage. "Bloody hay," he muttered, just before Fleetfire loosed a regular bolt into the back of his head. His body hit the ground with a dull thud. Stood now, inside of the wall of piled up rocks, Fleetfire spun around, firing incendiary shots into all of the tents. Screams and smoke rose high above her, but she paid them no mind. Bandits were desecrators of what good was left in the world. She would not tolerate their existence for as long as she lived. She walked out of the camp, not bothering to loot the bodies; if she found survivors at the Wonderbolts Academy, she would let them know. The mountain loomed ever more closer as she left the bandit camp far behind her. Not long to go now, Fleetfire smiled confidently. Now she could fly. With a quick running burst, Fleetfire hurled herself into the sky and hurtled upwards on delicately feathered wings. Here I come, she thought, just as a surviving bandit crawled screaming out of his burning tent, aimed his gun upwards and fired.

Edited by Greebster, 15 September 2013 - 07:37 AM.


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Posted 15 September 2013 - 01:17 PM

(("Seven hays".... You went there.... I can't believe you went there... XD))

Strike could only stare angrily while the Commander moved away. He sighted and flew back to his quarters. The bedroom was made out of grey and dull cloud, in there he could see on a torn out bed and footlocker. He walked up to the footlocker and opened, inside there was a small torn red book and a slightly ripped picture. Strike grabbed the picture and sat on the bed. The picture was of his friends and family in his home town. He put the picture back on his place and layed on the bed, probably waiting ehen he'll be needed next

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Posted 15 September 2013 - 09:02 PM

(("Seven hays".... You went there.... I can't believe you went there... XD))

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Posted 16 September 2013 - 12:03 AM

 Lightspeed nodded solemnly and pushed down her wings, heaving into the air and creating a wind that slightly moved the manes of the ponies around her. She took her time gliding towards Miles. Flying was the only comfort she had in this world, the thing she had devoted her life to the second she signed up for the Wonderbolts. But now she wasn’t so sure of her decision, every flap of her wings left her questioning what she would be doing now if she hadn’t attended that first flight class.  It wasn’t until she felt her wings becoming heavy that she realized she had been doing laps around the academy. Going through the twists and twirls that she had come to know so well, all without knowing she was doing it. For a second she felt herself freeze up, as if she had forgotten how to fly, but she soon got over it and landed by Miles’ side. “The Commander told me to help you sort. Mind giving me the run-through?”



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Posted 16 September 2013 - 01:15 AM

A faint whisper on the wind pricked Miles' ears toward the sky. A pony landed beside him and he glanced quickly to determine who it was. The voice was familiar enough for the name to associate: Captain Lightspeed, of the 2nd. He nodded softly and returned his rifle to its holster before stretching his back languidly.

 

"We met minor resistance during the search but we managed to get by without firing. All returned with full rucksacks," he said, his eyes watching the stack of irradiated food grow. If only there was a way to save it. If only we could purge the radiation... "The good will go to storage. The rest..." He shook his head, knowing most of it was hopeless. "I'll be honest... there's not much. We can't keep sustained on rations like this. We have to find a safe, reliable source."

 

Not many knew the stock level of food in the base, but he had seen it decrease slowly each time supplies were brought back. The only way to get more food was to travel farther from base. It was getting harder and harder to find decent food stashes close to base since the searches had begun. He could only imagine what the responses would be from the residents of the Academy when they learned how low food was getting.

 

A few moments later the sorters had finished their work and beckoned the pair of them over to begin disposal and storage. A member of the ground crew spoke up as they approached. "We've finished checking and found seventy-two cans to be safe and one-hundred and eighty-three to be too far gone. What would you have us do with them?"

 

Miles drooped his head a bit, always feeling the sting of the number of bad cans when they were through, but as of late, the numbers had increased, meaning either they had done a poor job, or they were traveling farther into irradiated territory, putting their own selves at risk even more. But now came the challenge of moving all the good and bad food to its proper location.

 

He turned to address Lightspeed as a pair of carts were wheeled over for transport, "Captain, if you weren't too busy, could you help me move this food to the pantry?" He looked up hopefully, knowing his job would be much easier with another set of hooves.



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Posted 16 September 2013 - 04:17 PM

As he saw Strike fly off he felt his choice of words were some what harsh, he made a mental note to apologize to the older stallion who had served him well since he arrived at the Academy. Lightspeed had also left to go help MilesI really hope that he's got some good stuff for us...

 

His continued walk to the Canteen wasn't interrupted by anypony else, giving him a chance to think about the situation. Alright we have about 20 ponies who are trained in combat and about a total of 37 who can also fight, the nearest bandit camp has light defenses and consists mainly of Stallions wielding melee weapons. Could probably pick them off at range. Then again it'd be a shame to waste the ammo on light threats... Stealth insertion maybe? No, too risky. 

 

 

When he actually thought about it the options were somewhat lacking in availability. Either add more risk or waste valuable ammunition they couldn't replace. Pre-fallout munitions had become a rare find and now they used home made bullets or 'Dirty ammo'. A process in which a single Military grade bullet was turned into several dirty bullets which packed less punch. He crossed by the Flag pole on which a tattered flag of the Equestrian Services now hung, and beneath it the Wonderbolts colours. He saluted the Flag quickly, more out of reflex than decision. Seems the past still haunts you eh old fella? He chuckled to himself aloud.

 

When he approached the Canteen he went through the side door to avoid crossing in front of the large line of ponies by the main entrance waiting for their daily rations. The once clean mess hall now had stained tables and a smell of boil in a bag ration packs. The chef was currently preparing what seemed to be a bag of beans and carrots, he walked past him into the pantry section where the remaining rations were being stored. He swept the cloth sheet aside and took a look at what they had left, only now had it really hit him that their situation was that desperate. 


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Posted 16 September 2013 - 08:17 PM

  Acidrain dashed around the old ruins of Rural Canterlot the half destroyed towers was a lasting reminder of what once was here. The last bits of distinguishable grass faded into a muddy brown the trees turned into skeletal husks clawing at the sky in the pain that still twisted inside them. Radiation the deadly after effect she read about in school from this technology the wrong steps in the wrong place could spell disaster.She was quickly reminded of this as the counter clicked rapidly near some odd statue on a pedestal, it was a golden like sun with a chunk missing off the top skeletal remains of a few poor souls littered the base. 

 She stepped back turning away continuing to trot down the sandy pathway, the dim lights of the golden city of Canterlot perched high atop the mountains slipped away into the distance as her hoofs took her away from the pain the city etched into her mind. That lasting image of her mother falling down behind the iron gates of the palace as the last bits of her slipped away from this world. Acid bite down on her lip holding back the tears as the sun rose slowly in the distance the golden rays seemed more dull out here then inside the city where things used to make more sense. 

  A few hours passed as she made her way around this bleak wasteland finding a old tool shack to stop at for a bit, pulling her pack off she dug around, pulling out a dandelion sandwich from her pack, the soft green petals tasted even sweeter then normal savoring every bite. She looked into her pack pulling out the old Uniform her Grandmother gave her the dulled blue wool jacket was covered in metals on the left side most of them she had no clue what they represented, one was clear though and that was the lightning bolt patch on the left sleeve. She pulled the sleeve close to her face holding it close to comfort her, her eyes skimmed over the shoulder bars seeing the major insignia's coated in a light green film from all the years it was in that box.

  She sighed knowing she couldn't go around wearing her Canterlot clothes and pulled them off stuffing them inside her bag knowing the waste dwellers would never trust her is she had a hint of Canterlot in her, that meant ditching her Cloudsdale/Canterlot hybrid accent. After finishing her sandwich she pulled the Wonderbolts uniform over her black turtle neck sweater buttoning up the brass buttons, sinching her sword tight onto her left side before returning the pack over her haunches. She pulled a red handkerchief over the patch on the uniform, and wrapping a grey scarf over her neck to shield her from sudden sand storms or anything else like it. Her once cleanly combed blue Canterlot mane was now messy and unkempt to hid all ties to Canterlot as best she could; as she left the little shack and back outside flying low near the trees. She had no clue where to go or how to get to anyplace if she knew, but she knew somewhere out there has to be a place where the bombs never hit, somewhere passed the ruins of Ponyville and into the uncharted reaches of Equestria.  


Edited by AcidRain, 16 September 2013 - 08:21 PM.


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Posted 16 September 2013 - 08:25 PM

"Don't kill the fucker! Shoot him in the leg or something! I want him alive, damn it!" Heard NightSong as a bullet whizzed past his left ear.

"I'd prefer to keep that one undamaged, asshole," he thought to himself angrily. He had had enough. It was time to escape.

He skidded around a corner, bullets flying at him from behind; he needed cover. He quickly noticed a side room next to him. Using what little time he had, he ducked inside quickly.

It was dark inside, but that wasn't what NightSong noticed first. That was the stench. NightSong quickly found a light and turned it on, and the culprit was revealed. A pile of bodies, at least thirty, was in the room, looted and prepared for incineration. NightSong stared in horror; it looked like the Devil's throne.

NightSong hurried out of the room, only to be greeted with more gunfire. He sprinted further down the hallway. On his way, he noticed a room out of the corner of his eye. It was labelled: "Prisoner's Belongings". A glimmer of hope in his heart, NightSong threw himself into the room, a bullet missing his right wing by inches.

NightSong barricaded the door, and began looking around. He found his ocarina, his clothes, but where were they? He turned around; there they were, together on a rack: his rifle and his combat knife, made from a mysterious crimson red alloy that he had found a day before the blast.

"You! Check if he's alive." Was heard from down the corridor. NightSong heard banging on the door. He readied his knife, his rifle across his back; he was ready. The door was busted down and a muscular pony sprinted inside, knife out, aimed toward NightSong. NightSong waited for him to strike, and when he did, he parried the blow, and slid between the bandit's legs, slicing at them with his knife as he went. The bandit howled in pain, and aimed another blow. NightSong dodged it, and grabbed the bandit's arm. He elbowed the bandit in the face, stunning him, which gave NightSong a chance to flip his knife around in his hand, and bring it up to stab the bandit in the neck. Choking on his own blood, the bandit slumped to the ground, lifeless.

NightSong quickly equipped himself with a gas mask and a tear gas canister hanging on the wall, and readied his rifle. He waited for the bandits to get closer, prepping the canister. He waited a bit longer, and then threw it around the corner.

The screams of pain told NightSong that he had been successful. He quickly rounded the corner, heading towards where he knew the exit was. On the way, he stopped in the munitions room, and refilled his ammunition. He threw off the gas mask, and prepped all of their explosives.

"Smart of you to put this near the outside, idiots." He thought. On his way out, he grabbed a crossbow, as well as ammunition. "I'll need this if I don't want the entire base on me."

He dodged more fire on his way towards the exit. Finally reaching it, he ran outside.

It was so bright that NightSong fell down for a second, dazzled. He had been in the dark far too long. He ran about 50 yards away from the entrance, took cover behind one of the bigger rocks, and readied his rifle. The bandit leader, Fenwick, and twenty more bandits streamed outside of the entrance.

"NightSong! Where are you damn it!?" He screamed. NightSong pulled the bolt on his rifle, getting it ready. He then aimed it at the window where the primed explosives were.

"Fuck you." He muttered to himself, and fired a single shot; all he would need.

The bullet pierced through the air like a needle through thread. When it reached the window, the entire front of the base was blown off, taking everyone there's lives with it.

NightSong staggered, trying to recover from the explosion.

"Good riddance." He thought, as he turned around, blinking steadily at the bright sunlight.

He had faced the belly of the beast, and survived. He was one closer to getting back to his friends. To his family. To Lightning Chaser... But a new problem had arisen. Now he faced the outside.

Edited by Cheezman9497, 17 September 2013 - 06:23 PM.


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Posted 16 September 2013 - 09:37 PM

At first, Fleetfire felt nothing, just the exhilarating flush of inertia as the ground blurred past beneath her hooves. A moment later, the fun was over. A distant explosion ricocheted up the mountainside, swiftly followed by a sharp whistle and a sudden sickening impact that sent Fleetfire reeling. With a sharp cry of pain, Fleet spiralled out of control, her wings spasming in response to the agony that emanated from her abdomen. As she stumbled to a halt on the reddish mountain slope, she felt a warm substance dripping down her stomach and hind legs. With a strained cough and barely subdued groan, Fleetfire staggered to her hooves and dragged herself along hopelessly.

With a pained whimper, Fleet sank into a foetal position on the dusty red rock, feeling the pain more and more with every second. In desperation, she tore open her bag and rifled through her survival kit. She sobbed in agony and threw aside the useless butterfly sutures and tacky plasters; all no use in this situation as her supposed life-blood pooled out onto the mountain. Fleet coughed again, something coppery wetting the back of her throat. "H-help," she said, it almost a whisper to her own ears. She spat out a vile globule of blood and coughed again, racking herself into new levels of pain. Where the bullet had punctured her stomach, Fleet pressed her hoof as firmly down as she dared, causing herself to scream and cough out more of her blood.

Fleetfire reached back into her bag in one last bid to save herself, and pulled out a flare. She struck the tip against a particularly rough-looking rock, setting it alight. A cadent red glow filled the evening sky, lighting up the mountainside. If anyone was at the Wonderbolts Academy, she hoped they could see the light of the flare far below. Her blood-smeared lips whispered one last plea for help; almost indiscernible in the cacophonous burning of the flare. Fleetfire hoped help would come and not too late.

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Posted 16 September 2013 - 11:08 PM

After a short while Strike finally lazily got up from hus bed and made his way outside. "Hmm I must inquire the Commander about...." His line of tought was cut short by the flair that appear in the distance. "Another useless refugee I bet... " He growled in anger. "Maybe I should take care of this one" He said as he lifted his left wing showing THAT gun.

Strike took off and in just a couple of minutes he was there. He walked up slowly close to the bloody body, when he got close enough he realized was a mare. "Well well well, what do ee have here." He took a closer inspection on the wound. "Ouch... Looks like you got some nasty hole there.." He walked around her just briefly looking what she had on her. "You know it was a good idea coming here....But we are running out of food and we really dpn'y need anymore of you refugees." He looked at her. "Hey are you awake? You know I could leave you here but that leaves the possibility of other wonderbolt to come for the rescue... Or I could just end everything now"

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Posted 17 September 2013 - 02:52 AM

((Thanks, Greeb! I appreciate it, I'll write the second part now, got nothing better to do.))

((Also, I've talked with Kibamoon, and we've agreed upon having Miles and NightSong be brothers.))

The more NightSong's eyes adjusted to the light, the more he wished they wouldn't. The pain of the sun in his eyes was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart at seeing what his homeland had become. Sadness threatened to swallow him whole. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He knelt down to the ground and, for the first time in five years, wept.

He wept for his homeland, he wept for his family and his brother, Miles, whom he could only hope was still alive, he wept for the innocents who had died, he wept for his love whom he missed dearly, Lightning Chaser, he wept for himself, and lastly, he wept for the doom of what little innocence the world had left. It was now a shadow of its former self, a different dimension in which only sadness and horrible, unspeakable things existed.

After what seemed like an eternity, NightSong stood up, and collected himself. He still had to get outside of the outer wall, or he would never be free. Luckily, most of the bandits had been distracted by the explosion, and had headed that way. There were, however, a considerable amount left guarding the bandit city. He would have to be careful.

NightSong swapped his rifle for the newly acquired crossbow, and readied a bolt. There was a bandit walking down towards where he was. NightSong waited for his moment, and fired. The bolt pierced the skull, providing the grace of an instant kill. NightSong hid the body, and then headed into the city, avoiding patrols as he went. Before long, he reached an impasse. A guard stood right in front of where he had to go, and the entrance was too small to sneak around him. He was surrounded by buildings, though... NightSong climbed to the top of an unguarded building, and positioned himself, 40 feet above the bandit. Readying his knife, NightSong dropped into free fall. He landed right on the guard, the knife puncturing his back right where his heart was located, a precise kill. The guard fell to the ground, his handgun clanking loudly.

"Shit!" thought NightSong. He heard yelling and voices getting closer. NightSong hurried away, leaving the voices behind. They would see the body, now, and his presence would become known. Alarms sounded. He would have to travel by rooftop. With this decision, NightSong took off, flying upward. It was the first time he'd flown in a long time, and he almost fell, due to neglect of his skills. He did, however, make it to the top.

Jumping roof to roof, climbing occasionally, NightSong felt like an assassin ((LOL)).
"If Lightning could see me now," he thought. Then he thought about it harder: "Actually, she'd probably be worried sick, and yell at me to get down," He thought with a smile. Every time he felt the sadness of losing everything, and feeling homesick, the thought of her warmed his heart, and he would find new determination, forcing himself to press on. ((In case you can't already tell, yes, they are in a romance.))

Before long, NightSong was at the gates of the city. It was heavily guarded, and no way to sneak through. This is where the end of the plan came in; the thing that months of planning had gone into; the last step; Project: Fly Free.

NightSong looked up, and saw the tool he would use: It was the main line of city defense: The stolen In-Atmosphere-Edition M.A.C. cannon. It had been abandoned in the fortress blast that he caused. How lucky for him. He climbed into the seat and began to angle it toward the entrance. As it turned for what seemed like an eternity, NightSong thought of everything the bandits had done to him, they had never let him see daylight, they had imprisoned him, tortured him, starved him, cut off the top of his right ear, they had killed his only friend in this damnable place. His thoughts became enraged in a fire so strong that he grew extremely impatient of the turning. It finally stopped.

NightSong was ready. He was so damn ready to blow it the hell up. He opened his mouth and screamed:
"I AM NIGHTSONG! HEAR MY VOICE ANGELS; YOU HAVE IMPRISONED A WONDERBOLT! AND YOU KNOW WHAT!? WE FIGHT BACK!!!"

Thinking on it no longer, NightSong roared his battle cry, and fired the cannon. His hearing was immediately lost, as the thunderous front part of the cannon exploded into light. The front gate was instantly vaporized, along with everyone standing guard there. NightSong fell to the ground, screaming in pain. His hearing was completely gone ((no he's not deaf it'll come back)), as well as every thought in his body.

The shock force of the cannon was so severe that he kept blinking in and out of reality. Images of the past swam through his mind, of his friends, the training, the music, the love, the sunshine of what Equestria once was. He heard voices everywhere, Lightning Chaser's, Miles', Silver Wings', ScurryTail, everyone that he had known.

He finally regained his consciousness and slowly got to his feet. The gate was completely gone. Everything was dead, and NightSong didn't care. They were the foul vermin of the world. He flew down to the ground, and walked steadily over the ash, until he was outside of the demolished gate. It was night time now, perfect for what he was used to. NightSong blinked once, and not looking back, took off as fast as he could, towards the only place he could ever call home, the Wonderbolts Academy.

As he flew, NightSong could swear he heard someone singing through the wind.

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Posted 17 September 2013 - 05:12 AM

  After a hour or two of flight Acid set her hoofs down into the softer dirt, she was in the middle of a old forest; well what was left of one. By the looks of it and by the distance from Canterlot which was only pie sized now. This should be the remnants of Whitetail wood the large forest between Ponyville, the mountains to the west, and Canterlot to the north east. Now this wooded waste was littered with desks, boards, and columns that fell down here when Cloudsdale split apart since there was no Pegasi to keep the clouds tame.

  She sat down by a thicker bundle of trees, their branches half rotted looking like they would break easily under even a soft breeze. To her left was a little brook dibbling with brown brackish water most likely bursting with strong radiation. Then to her right was a weathered path that dipped down to the South towards Ponyville. She sighed looking up at the un-untamed clouds passing by with out pegasi aid unlike in Canterlot. She grasped a few branches and sparked a small fire to cook a bit of the food she had stored in her pack. The little kindle busted to life with a light crackling, as she pulled a piece of scrap metal she brought with her to cook her food on. As her food cooked she listened out for anypony or thing else, she knew these woods where not safe as they teamed with Bandits, Rouges, Rebels, Monsters, and the like; trying to stay alive even if it meant killing others for food. She pulled her red scarf over her mouth and kept her sword nearby as the little puffs of smoke hit the tops of the trees before dissipating, only something in the air would easily spot her from a distance. If they where on the ground it would be more of luck if they found her then the smoke giving her away. 

  As her food finished, she stored them away along with the metal into her pack. Determined to get out of the woods and near Ponyville by sundown. As she stood up onto her hoofs she heard a loud crack; a branch broke nearby. Hesitant she pulled her sword out staying low to the forest floor as she looked around the thick trunks of the trees. On the other side where two Bandits on a scouting run, she stayed still slowing her breath as they sat down on a overturned tree. "I thought it was somewhere over here..." The left one spoke seeming down his brown hair caked in dirt, and grease. "I told you not to listen to your stomach there was no way that someone was cooking Garlic Potatoes out here. I mean seriously where would they even find a Potato at out here." Acid took a gulp not thinking on the fact the garlic spread in around the air so fast. The brown haired one sighed. "Yeah I know, besides there is other things to worry about like those lucky sods that have that mountain top fortress in Canterlot, Or the Rebel basters at the old base near the remnants of Cloudsdale." Acid took note of the second place so she knew where to stay clear off. The schools in Canterlot warned them about how twisted the Rebels where as with the bandits, how they would just torture ponies just for kicks leaving them to rot in the woods beaten and battered. She turned around slowly walking into the brush and away from the two Bandits till one of the branches on the tree next to her broke. The sudden snap startled both her and the two bandits, knowing they would go over here to investigate Acid made a break for it not caring if they saw here. Soon after she broke cover and started to gallop through the trees did she hear one shout out. "HEY THERE IS ONE! LETS GET THEM!" followed after by. "I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!" Acid dashed left and right weaving around the trees unable to get enough ground to take off and fly away from the pursuers.

 She felt her chest pounding with adrenaline feeling like her heart was leaping out of her chest as she made her way away from the bandits. She stopped not hearing their hoofs clattering behind her  her tail. She leaned up onto a tree looking around and up at the sky just encase they where pegasi. She tried to look for Canterlot in the skyline to get her barrings right again but it was no where to be seen.... She was lost in this decayed wooded land not able to tell what way to go to get to the outskirts of Ponyville. Her head hung low as she walked slowly under the cover of the trees breaking out from their cover every only when she had too. After a hour of walking she saw that the mountains where growing larger instead of smaller and away. She was going in the wrong direction, frustrated she sat down near a open field drawing a rough map into the soil to get her flight path in her head. She would have to take flight to make up the lost ground, this time up near cloud level if she was to get to a shelter by nightfall. After the map was burned into her head she shot up towards the as fast as her wings could take her, a light plume of dirt followed behind her the trees clattering with the sudden gust of wind as she gained altitude. She braced herself as her body slammed into the denser clouds above most likely bits that where apart of Cloudsdale by the mass of them, as she exited the other side of the cloud column she saw bits of a Old building barely clinging to the cloud, a small pools of radiated rainbow in liquid form decorated the flooring of the the place. She looked around walking around the pools till she found a small enclosed structure hanging near the edge. It looked like it belonged to something much much larger by the looks of it. She entered the small building closing the dense cloud door behind her, she would have to stay here for now; It was better then nothing.  

  She walked around making sure there where no signs of anypony else that made this there home recently. After she was satisfied with the desolate feeling of this floating island, she pulled the cloud around making a makeshift table and bed with the denser bits of the cloud. She placed her bags on the table resting her haunches after all the running she had to do before. Satisfied with the living arrangements here she pulled out a soft yellow glass lamp. Along with a few candles, placing one inside and lighting it with her flint. She had to keep the candle burning low knowing if somepony was flying around it would be like a beacon to them. She watched the candle intently as she wrote in her journal that she keeps with her, recording everything she could inside its bindings. 


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Posted 17 September 2013 - 06:56 AM

"...or I could just end everything now."
Out of the haze of confusion and pain, Fleetfire arose. Her blurry eyes refused to focus, but she could see a figure stood over her. She gritted her teeth and pushed herself up off the ground. "Are- *coff* -are you friend or foe?"
Fleetfire fumbled for her crossbow, but could not find it, no doubt she would not have the strength to lift it anyway. Fleet swayed where she stood, her eyes closed and legs trembling to uphold her weight. "Help me," she whispered again, before sinking weakly to the ground.

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Posted 17 September 2013 - 09:42 PM

Silver stormed out of the Canteen furiously, the sight of what their supplies had been withered down to reminded him of his duty to keep his team alive and well. He weighed out his options, the option resulting in less casualties would to be go in alone, the target was a medium sized bandit camp to the South east, mostly Melee infantry and their leader was somewhat of a rogue. If i go alone i put nopony in danger but myself, i'd probably be faster on my own anyways... He returned to his office to collect a battle pack and some Ammo for his M12. He loaded the rifle and brought out his old Commando Dagger bearing the Solar crest on one side and the Wonderbolt insignia on the other. On inspection the blade was rusted but he smeared it revealing it to be a speck of blood from its 'previous use'. He pulled open a draw and wrote on a small note:

 

Strike you'll probably be the first one to read this so i'll make it brief. I checked what we have left and you're right. We don't have enough supplies to maintain ourselves and the refugees for much longer. I'm heading towards the Darkwing camp to the north alone so nopony else can be hurt. I'll be long gone by the time you read this so don't bother coming after me, if anything happens to me then the next ranking officer takes control. If i succeed i'll signal you in about 4 hours time, hopefully with a stock of supplies and more to pick up. And another thing, i'm sorry for earlier, i've not been myself lately. The past is beginning to catch up with me...

 

Goodbye

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P.S: Could you sort out the Flight roster for the weekend? It's on your desk, cheers!

 

 

He looked back over what he read, he never was one for goodbyes. Hopefully it wouldn't be a goodbye anyway. He placed the note on Strike's desk as he trotted out of the base. Looking out onto the grey sky and dark clouds he put on his Bullet proof vest, taking once last look at the Academy in case he never could again. Satisfied with his farewell he took flight to the North, hoping it wouldn't be his last flight out...



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Posted 17 September 2013 - 11:06 PM

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Posted 17 September 2013 - 11:14 PM

Strike could only stare at the pegasus for a brief moment. "Even in this state... She still tried to get up.." Strike sighted and closed his eyes. "We don't have enough supplies..." He got close to her ear. "But I think you might still have some fight in you" He procced to turn the mare to her side where he could see the bullet wound. It was a bloody mess it would br a miracle if it didn't stain her coat. "Okay hang in there" He ripped some cloth from his shirt and applied pressure. The shirt quivkly became soaked and so his hooves with blood. "Okay stay with me I'm almost done... Damn I never learned first aid skills" He knell before her and said " Okay now I'm put you on my back" With a quick move hr lifted the wounded mare onto his back. He lifted off and carefully flew back to the academy. Reaching the sick bay he imediatly talked to the makeshift doctor that was there. "She needs special medical attention bullet wound" The doctor only pointed to one of the rooms. Strike gently dropped her off on the table. " Doc I need you to inform whem she wakes up" The doctor nodded.

Strike left the sickbay and went to his office he had some roster to fill out. "Urg.. I'm getting to old for this" Leaving his cap on top of the terminal he oppened the docs to start. Looking to the side he notices a small paper. Upon reading it's content he jumped from the table "... What a fucking idiot...Aww shit" He quickly opened the compartiment under his table and there there was some ammo and a bullet proof vest. "I guess being private body guard has it's perks" He grabbed his cap from the terminal and walked out. On his way out he found just a soldier. He stopped the soldier and said. "I need uou to call of the Captains and quickly tell them to go to the Darkwing camp north of here tell them it's urgent now GO" After that he took off to the camp.

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Posted 18 September 2013 - 04:04 PM

"You know... You don't have to do this."

"That's what you don't understand; I do."

"But son, you'll be killed!"

"Killed!? Is that what you think of me? You think I'll just step out on the field and immediately be decimated, another random casulty? I'm better than that, but thanks for the boost of confidence."

"You should've stayed a musician; what a waste."

The sounds grew louder and louder, threatening to deafen NightSong permanently. He tried to scream, but no sound escaped his gaping mouth. He looked up, and his eyes met with a gun barrel, inches from his face. His expression immediately became horrified. In that moment, time slowed to an almost complete stop. An hour, it seemed, passed, and the gun fired, the shot piercing his skull.

NightSong's eyes flew open. He was breathing heavily, and sweating. Calming himself, he sat up slowly.

The Everfree Forest hadn't changed much. It was a horrible place of nightmares before, and it was now. The only difference was that now it was twice as horrible. It provided shelter, though. Something that had been extremely difficult to find on his flight back. He got up, having slept enough. He had to keep moving.

As he trekked quietly through the forest, NightSong began daydreaming about his first steps in the Wonderbolts Academy. He had been greeted like any other recruit, treated like dirt, and told that he would have to push his limits severely to be successful. He had proven himself numerous times, and after Major FireStreak stepped down from his position, NightSong was given the honor of upholding it.

His attention moved to his bag, that he had acquired in the munitions room where he had gotten the crossbow. He was almost out of food and water; he only had a tiny amount of hay left. Starving, NightSong ate the rest, and drank the rest of the water. He definitely needed more now.

Hours passed before NightSong reached the edge of the forest. He'd had to hide numerous times from irradiated beasts, but had gotten out alright.

The lack of resources was taking a huge toll on him, however. He walked very staggeringly, having to take rests frequently. Blinking in and out of consciousness, words of the past filled his mind:

"Promise me you'll be safe, NightSong..."

"I'll be fine, Lightning. It may be a solo mission, but come on! I'm an experienced flyer."

"I just don't want to lose the best thing I have."

"And you won't. I promise."

His last words to her echoed through his mind, becoming less and less distinguishable, until they were nothing but a dull hum, numbing the back of his mind. He looked up, and saw the great mountain, with that cloud he had known so well, perched on top like a huge eagle. The Academy was still there.

NightSong blinked once slowly, before collapsing in the ash.

((Please don't save me, anyone. I have something planned.))

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Posted 18 September 2013 - 04:34 PM

Silver flew through the sky, occasionally stopping to hide behind a cloud to avoid a bandit patrol. He wasn't too far out from the the DarkWing encampment, probably about 9 miles out when he noticed a large group of ponies in an extended line. Funny, almost like they're looking for something... He got out his binoculars from his saddle pack and scanned the group of bandits, all of them had a mix of swords, axes and other blunt instruments. He saw one directly in the middle wielding an on Carbine rifle, he had a large burn to the side of his face that looked recent. Why not pick off a few of them here? Saves me doing it when i get to their camp.

 

As he considered moving on he saw that one of them carried a large weapon. Oh come on... He saw the approaching bandits and knew he had to act now or they'd shoot him out of the sky if he tried to move onHe jumped off the cloud onto one slightly lower, giving him an ample drop on the left most pair of the squad, they'd just entered an old blast damaged hut which meant the others couldn't see them. Unsheathing his dagger he steady his breathing and leaped backwards off the cloud. He fell about 90 meters before he opened his wings and landed on a brown coated pony with a mask one. He drove the blade into his neck causing it to weep with crimson blood almost instantly. The other bandit turned to see his companion drop but not in enough time, Silver pulled out the dagger and threw it as the others head hitting him directly in his left temple causing him to fall to the ground.

 

He waited a few second to make sure nopony heard the kill and satisfied that he was clear proceeded to loot the bodies. Hmm, not much food, just ammo and some medical supplies. Definitely a kill party. He peered out of the old shack to check that the other had moved on slightly and weren't coming to check on their now deceased friends. Silver exited the hut and crawled over on his stomach to avoid being seen and to get to a better position, when he got closer he saw that there were about 11 other ponies in the line and the large stallion carrying the machine gun was next to the leader Outstanding... He loaded his rifle and peered at the group thinking of who to target first. The best option was obviously the heavy unit, he switched to one of his Armour piercing magazines to get through the scrap armour he as wearing for a quicker kill. Silver took aim at his head and fired... 


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Posted 18 September 2013 - 06:58 PM

  Acid looked over towards the buildings window, the suns dulled ray drifting closer to the horizon. Drifting into the evening hours as shots of green and purple hues dances crossed the sky, the chemicals in the air reflecting the light. Despite the fact that, that part of the atmosphere was irradiated heavily with the chemicals it was quite beautiful in the deathly kinda way. She walked over to the window looking out over the forest below, the dim lights of Canterlot wavering in the distance like a beacon in evening shy perched atop the mountainside. She had slept for a few hours to get ready for the flight tonight, the moon lit sky would be better cover for her then the day, Now all that was left was to wait for the suns set.

 She sighed thinking about all her compatriots that where tossed in a cell beneath Canterlot. Hoping that they are doing fine and not yet been.... Killed. So she could apologize for their capture.  She was in charge of the coo so it was her fault the became prisoners by the mad man in charge, She looked down at the old uniform she had on remembering the symbolism that it carried with it. Maybe she could pull something together out here in the wastes, a place built on the old principles of Equestria far from the Radiation, and the pain.  She brushed her hoof crossed the greened brass and then dark blue wool fabric. She smiled grabbing her pack and leaping from the building and into the sunset holding just below cloud level as she made her way to Ponyville. She colder air hit up onto her wings pulling her to the left, she stabilized as a column from a upper cloud fell down to the wood floor with a loud "KATHCHHHHAAUUUNNTKKKKKKKKKKKKK" Trees exploded under the impact like a small bomb going off. She watched it fall down noticing a group of bandits scoring the area, most likely looking for her after what happened earlier this day. She had to land knowing they would spot her after she broke from the cloud cover the broken up Cloudsdale provided. Since it was all open skies from here to the Everfree, so on hoof was the only option. The tress leafless branches seem to welcome her back like claws trying to grab her, and pull her to hell. As she descended passed the tress top cover her hoofs retouched the soil the soft dirt enveloped the bottom her hoofs slightly with every step she took. 



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Posted 19 September 2013 - 03:51 AM

The Academy loudspeakers crackled to life as a call for officers rang through them: "All available officers, equip yourselves and proceed on white bearing N 37 E, 3 mikes to designation 'Darkwing Camp' for immediate exfil and possible CAS-Evac. Threat level is significant, expect guerilla warfare and unconventional tactics."

 

Sensing the urgency, Miles ceased pushing the cart of food, nodding to Lightspeed in hopes that she would either follow or finish up with the food. He knew not why the call was placed out, but he knew somepony was in trouble and he was needed. That was all he had any more -- a call and a response -- but it suited him. It kept him motivated, protecting his teammates and friends, but he knew that one day a bullet would find him. He only hoped they knew that it mattered little to him whether that bullet found him now or in a year. He had nothing to lose, and even less to gain.

 

His thoughts kept him busy as he flew the distance to the camp in question. Nothing new came up, but the same crap held him down. Faces of ponies he once knew slipped through his vision. Their voices, their features. He didn't forget them easily, especially not the ones he felt guilty about. Those bandits so doped up on drugs that they don't know they're flying into restricted airspace. Bandits who don't know they're urinating on their own leg, or another's. Those were the ones he felt bad killing, even though deep inside he knew he was saving them from a terrible life. Even if they chose it themselves. Even if they chose to shoot at him and his friends. Even if they were the types of ponies who turned the world into what it was now. He still felt the pang of guilt as he watched the bullet rip through them. It was never any easier, nor would it ever grow to be as such. It only seemed as though it were.

 

Ten minutes later, he came into view of the Darkwing camp. Circling above, he surveyed the ground to get a feel of the situation. A ramshackle town of scrap and tin huts held together with sticks propped up against the walls. Piles of the same materials littered the area. Some piles had become a place for refuse and disgust. Some were on fire. It made little sense in the arrangement, but the feeling was still there. Inside was an unusual gathering of squabbling bandits, all focusing into the center on a single soul. The color was familiar, as was the tell-tale uniform, but he could not place the name of the pony from the distance. Whoever it was, things looked to be a bit hairy. He felt it safe enough to sneak down and take up an overwatch position in case things got out of hoof.

 

A quarter of a click outside the camp, Miles perched his body up on a rock. It was hella uncomfortable, but duty called, and duty took preference over comfort, especially with a teammate on the line. Disregarding his own personal enjoyment of slick, pointy rocks, he settled in and slipped his rifle back out of his scabbard. It fit him like a glove as he perched it in front of himself and got as comfortable as he could with the conditions he had. The rocks made a decent enough bipod for him to make use of, negating most of his sway for him. Certainly a welcome addition to the day's accomplishments, whatever they may be.

 

It wasn't long before a stray breeze whistled him a foul tune, and he felt that the day was about to turn into a sharp downward slope. He just hoped he could open a window for escape if that pony needed it. Which reminds me... Observe the area, he thought to himself, see who it is. The scope turned to the scene and he brought his head down to gaze through the glass that had witnessed so many killings of which he was not proud, so many killings that should have never happened but did, and all because of the ways of the world and the...

 

You just can't justify it, can you? You ignorant colt. You think you've got it all figured out, don't you? Well, you'll never amount to it, you'll never fill the hole. There will always be another cartridge to fall into that abyss -- to fill you up. I think you're starting to enjoy it now, aren't you? The killing? The sight of it? What about the feeling of the dance? The knife as it slides through the ribs? Into the throat? Admit it. You enjoy it. You revel in it!

 

He let out a sigh and took his head away from the scope. Why did his inner voice always condemn him when all he needed was encouragement? Why did he let it bother him so much? He had fought it for five years, and he had never beaten it. It always grabbed him and filled his eyes with red. He had tasted the blood in his mouth when he shot his first bandit, and while he despised it bitterly, his mind had convinced himself that that was the only way to escape death. There were no other ways. Yet still, it mocked him for it. He could never hide. It found him at the worst times, and it followed him to bed. He was afraid of other ponies, but also of himself. He was afraid of what he would do if he lost control again. Afraid that they might not take him back again if he let loose his rage. He had caused so much hurt in his time, and his legs still shook at the end of the day when the weight of the whip-crack of his rifle shot burdened his ears. There was no escape. He had come to accept it now.

 

Get a grip on yourself, Miles. You're better than this, he reassured himself. Seriously. It's not like you're going to let yourself fall apart that easily, right? You weren't like this when... when Nightsong was here, were you? No. He'd be pissed if you missed your shot. He'd curb stomp you into the ground. He'd... I wouldn't be here if he was here... would I? He shook himself out of his stupid thoughts. Get it together, you got a shot to make and a suit to save. He didn't truly believe everything he thought, but he still had an obligation. His honor won out over his consciousness, and he took a minute to breathe deeply until he felt his heart rate drop. He stopped focusing on the voice in his head and started focusing on counting the time it took him to breathe and feeling the pulse in his temples. He was ready now, he was focused and prepared and he lined up his shot. Through the glass, he finally recognized the pony on the ground. It was Silver, but the implications of who he was did not affect him. His mind was only letting the information seep in slowly, as a mist overtakes the legs. He knew, subconsciously, that it was Silver, but it did not strike him as important. It was another pony, surrounded by other ponies. All had their own agendas, and all were equal through the looking glass. They would all meet the great equalizer soon, whether it be by his hoof, or their own.

 

Distance? 1000 feet. Wind? Negligible, no ticks. Coriolis? Adjust one tick up. Fire when ready. He did not flinch as the pony standing above Silver was blown backwards off his hooves, and he did not flinch as he changed targets and pulled the trigger, sending a spiraling piece of lead downrange at the pony standing closest to his first mark. The bullet tore a ragged path through the chest of the unsuspecting bandit, passing directly above his heart and through the entirety of his body before tumbling out the middle of his right buttock. The pony behind him was coated in what used to be his target. Miles watched, emotionless, as he tilted his rifle up slightly and pushed the lever forward and back, ejecting the spent shell out the top and loading the next. Adjust aim, left half, down half. Wind unchanged, no correction. Another shot, this time at the blood-covered pony. Another hit, but this time he hit the shoulder, taking the bandit to the ground in agony. Another reload, another shot, another down. The window was blown wide open, and the chance was there to be realized. He was still on overwatch, with his reticule set dead on target.


Edited by RunningWolf251, 19 September 2013 - 04:15 AM.


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Posted 19 September 2013 - 05:47 PM

Strike landed just a couple of miles away from the camp when he heard the first shot. He ran close to one of the huts from there he could see couple of ponies running to where the shot came from. He walked up behind one of the huts so he could see it better.  Okay Silver where are yo.... His line of thought was cut by another shot and another pony was down. "Holy shit" Wait a minute.... Celestia I swear if he's taking pot shots from afar while I'm down here I'M GONNA END HIM!! Strike sighted No sense just waiting here... Strike entered the the hut through a small window, once inside he could see a table four chairs and in the far right a pony grabbing a police baton from a footlocker. A police baton really? I seen Cannibals better equipped than that.... Strike sneaked from behind the bandit and bucked him on the side of the head, he fell to the ground and before he could get his bearing and get up Strike started to stomp on his head and throat until he heard a crack. "Sure hope that didn't make and noise." But to his luck a bandit opened the door "Hey come quick there's..." He stopped pointed his gun at Strike and fired, hitting him supposedly in the chest. Strike took it and stood still thanks to the bullet proof vest, he raised his wings and three bullets from That gun rained on the bandit hitting him on the side of the mouth the chest and the left wing. He fell to the ground whimpering. "Ho...How?..I..I shot you..." Strike moved close to him. grabbing his revolver from the ground "What?... You can't kill what's already dead" With this Strike puts the bandit's revolver in his mouth and shot him. "Well that's take care of that but I'm sure more will come soon. That bastard outside better not be missing, I'm a sitting duck here"



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Posted 20 September 2013 - 04:39 PM

Four ponies fell to the ground around Silver, coated in their own, and in some cases each others, blood. Silver knew it was a shooter up on the rocks to his far left, there was only one pony he knew who could match that kind of shooting. Miles for Celestia's sake I came alone for a reason you fucking moron. He switched mags from his M12 and ran down through the gaps between two huts. At the end of it were two ponies waiting to great him with large machetes Bad move fellas. He threw his rifle towards the one on the left hitting him in the face with enough force to land him on his flank. The other one turned and when he looked back at Silver took a direct blow to the face causing him to lose balance, Silver took this opportunity to use the blade in the bandits hoof and guided it into his abdomen causing him to seize up and loose control over his extremities. He watched as the life drained slowly from the pony in front of him seeing the terror in his eyes and the realization of his certain death.

 

'I'm going to ask you once.' He shifted the blade slightly to cause the bandit discomfort 'Where's Darkwing?' He waited knowing the pony had only a few seconds of life left.

 

'Fuck you' He coughs up blood that drips down from the corner of his mouth

 

'Wrong answer...' He pulled the blade out sharply causing the bandit to inhale and then sink to the floor, now laying in a pool of his own blood, dead. Silver looked at the other bandit that was beginning to regain consciousness and was getting back up. Silver pounced on him holding the blade to his throat 'Alright shit head, you better listen to me and you better listen good. I'm going to ask you three very simple questions and if you answer correctly you get to run away alive. Understand?' The bandit simply nods in acceptance of his demands. 'Alright, where's Darkwing?'

 

The pony stutters trying to answer 'H-H-He-He's at the main compound...About 200 meters that way!' He points to the East. 

 

'Good boy, now where's your supply stock?' The bandit points to a building just behind them 'Well done, last one now. Do you know who i am?'

 

The bandit nods 'You're Silver Wings, leader of the Wonderbolts.'

 

'Damn right i am, and you know one of the key things about being a Wonderbolt?' The bandit doesn't answer. 'Show no fear.' Silver pushes the blade into the bandits throat causing him to be sprayed with blood. He looks at the bandit as he drowns in his own life essence, unable to stop the flow despite clawing at his throat. 'You've done too many wrongs to put right. Best i just cleanse you of them now...' He throws down the machete and picks up his rifle.

 

Remembering where the camps Supply room was he dashes over to it and removes a red marker from the chest pocket of his Assault vest, he then marks the door handle with a small lightning bolt under the knob to show the building should be searched. As Miles was here, Silver assumed other Wonderbolts would be too, if they came through here they'd know to search it and on finding the supplies get them back to The Academy. Replacing the marker he runs down past the huts, gunfire to his left he slides along under a barrier firing his weapon at two guards by the entrance to a large mostly intact building. They both staggered back as the bullets tore threw their makeshift scrap metal armour and then fell to the ground. Hmm, the Command center i guess. He reloaded and moved to the left of the door. he placed a small explosive on it preparing to breach. The other Wonderbolts that were here could finish up the rest of the bandits, and Silver had a personal vendetta to fulfill. He knew that inside the building was the camps leader, Darkwing, and he had a lot of Silvers friends deaths to pay for.


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Posted 20 September 2013 - 08:01 PM

  Acid stopped watching the group before they suddenly ran as fast as they could away. She broke from the tree cover looking down the pathway they ran down, she tilted her head. "Whats there issue?" letting curiosity get the better of her she trotted up to the top of a nearby hill, looking and following the pathway with her Orange amber eyes. At the end was a large compound under attack, the clatter of bullets and explosions rang out all around. She smiled this was a great opportunity to re-stock herself with supply's.  She looked over her back to her food pack that was half empty, only a few snacks and drinks remained. She trotted down the path hugging close to the tree trunks stopping at the scrap metal walls of the encampment. The rusty sheets of metal where at-least four times her size and flying over them would not be the best idea ether. She followed the wall as the fighting died down a bit as she was farther away from the main hub.

 

  She stopped seeing a part of the wall bent back just enough to pop inside the base. She wiggled through the metal sheets falling onto her face after the last tugs force threw her to the ground. "Agggffff." She grunted as she stood back up shaking her head. Keeping to the shadows and away from the main fighting she searched for anything she could quickly grab to fill her pack up. She stopped at the edge of the building row, everything after that to the next row was nothing but bandits, blood, and fighting, There was no way she would be able to get through. She back petaled till she ran into the metal wall of a hanger. 

 

She turned making her way to the front of the large hanger, as she peered around the corner a bandit spotter her.  "DIEEEE!!" The bandit yelled out charging at her with the edge of a blood soaked sword, she dashed to the left hitting the wall of the hanger and falling onto her rear, as he ran past her stopping to turn back around and attack. This was her chance, and she took it she reached for her pack and pulled out her crossbow launching a bolt into his right fore-hoof. The sudden impact as he was walking over to her caused him to fall forward to the ground, blood seeping from the wound as she cried out in pain the bolt lodged in-between his legs joints. "Oh shut up you'll live you crybaby... " She walked over to him yanking the bolt out, the front his ankle gashed open rendering him unable to walk for who knows how long. "Now be a good bandit and shut it" She grabbed a part of his clothing taring it of stuffing it into his muzzle to muffle his crying. 

 

Leaving the bandit to wallow in his tears, to be rescued later Acid walked to the front of the building, the large pack of bandits pre-occupied to see her. she pushed onto the door sliding it open, stepping inside. She the lights shuttered to life with a slight buzzing the room lit up, as crates where littered everywhere, stacked up in piles as well. Each where conveniently marked with the contents. "JACK....... POT..." She said out load scouring the  place for anything she could use. Food, and Water at the top of her list. 

 

 She pried off the top of a crate labeled water, pulling out ten so bottles and stuffing it into her pack. "If only I could just move all of this to the cloud building i would be set." she rummaged around finding enough food to fill her pack fully again and keep herself feed for almost a month. She trotted over to another pile of crates the where unmarked.. "Hm wonder whats behind crate number.........2" She joked to herself using the lines from a game show back in Canterlot She pulled onto the top of the crate, popping the lid inside being packed with gasmasks, and a to the right side of the was a silver case. She gripped it with her mouth yanking it out and onto the floor. "This must be gear snatched off a guard, and a high class officer to be exact." She confirmed by the logo on the side. Tugging onto the cases locks it opened with a click, inside resting on the black foam was the new HR7 Multi-Vision goggles. "Oh baby. How the hell did these guys get you, let alone not open this and find out what you are." She said rolling her hoof over the black metal finish, one of her foul friends dad was a guard officer and had a pair of these. She never understood why guards in Canterlot would need such tec, she never saw any of them use it or even have it on them.... 

 

She pulled her goggels out and put them onto her head the light green lenses shimmering in the light. "Awwwwweesssssomeee." She flipped them down as her field of view turned from normal into a dull green, the lights blocked her sight to many places since they where on. She grinned like a filly in a candy shop flipping them back onto her head. "Gee I wonder what else could be here." She said skimming over the crates labels keeping a very close eye at the two exits to the front and rear of the building. 



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Posted 20 September 2013 - 09:53 PM

With a grumble, Miles watched from a distance as Silver dashed out of view. He could see by the angry glance shot towards him that he was not entirely welcomed, but it came off as one of Silver's thank you's. Surveying the area showed that most of the bandits in the main opening were either dead or had cleared out to hide or run away. Looked like you were in a bind. I was just helping you cut it. Now to get a better vantage, he thought to himself as he stood up and nodded politely to his gun. You did it again, girl. I'm proud of you. I need to clean you properly tonight, you've earned it. With a sly grin and a chuckle, Miles bent down and picked up the three spent cartridges, dropping them into an outpouch on his satchel. Can always use more hoof-loads.

 

Feeling a bit better, he spread his wings and quickly covered the quarter-mile distance to the entrance of the camp. All seemed relatively quiet aside from a couple of pained groans inside the camp as the last bits of life left some of the less fortunate bandits. No matter, best keep the tube full while I can. He reached back into his satchel and pulled out a box of JHP rounds. They were last in the tube and he figured the first targets he would see at this range would be ponies, warranting the lighter hollow point rounds for more damage. As he slipped the cartridges into the side of the gun, he poked his head around the corner. Nothing but dead and dying. Perfect. It was highly unlikely any of the bandits would have decent weapons or ammunition, and even less likely it would be .357 or .38, but it never hurt to check.

 

He sneaked around the corner of the door and brought his gun up, checking the entirety of the open area once more. It was situations like these where he enjoyed his side-scope the most. It left room on the top for his irons and ladder sight in close range. Despite his enthusiasm, he knew there were more bandits somewhere. Targets had to be identified, Silver was still here somewhere as far as he knew. Probably inside somewhere, or oscar mike. He can handle himself. Mostly. He grinned again as he stepped towards the bodies, checking their terribly constructed sheet metal and scrap armors for anything useful, but to no avail. He only found a box worth of 9x19's and a half a magazine of .223. Barely enough for anypony, but enough to fit in his pack.

 

A wet scraping sound caught his attention and he swung his gun around to meet the source of the disturbance. It was the pony he had shot in the shoulder. He was still alive, but agonizingly close to death. Don't waste the bullet. They're not worth it.

 

The bandit gurgled to life as he kept trying desperately to stop the flow from his shoulder. Miles moved towards him, inspecting the wound that he had caused just a few minutes earlier. The hole was large and blood covered the ground. It had flowed for a while, and the stream was slowing. He would die soon anyways, whether he clutched the hole with his free hoof or not. It might have been a bandit, but it was still a pony, and he knew he had caused this pain. It was a hard feeling, and it nagged at him. He didn't enjoy killing as much as some, but it was never so natural a thing.

 

The pony, realizing that this was now the only other pony in his vicinity, began to cry out and kick furiously at the ground with his hind legs. "No! Don't just l-leave me here! Don't let me bleed out like this! Help me!"

 

"You chose your own fate, and now it will drag you down with it."

 

"W-what? I was just trying to survive, I didn't want this... Please... Help..."

 

"You chose," he answered, bending down to meet the face of the pony. It was twisted and gnarled with pain, covered in dirt and blood, and crusted with the scars of life that were so common in the world now. Trails of water ran through the grime and despair that coated his face, cleaning some of the outer layer. He had black skin, slightly lighter hair, dark eyes, a look of determination and care. It reminded him of somepony he had once known, long ago. He didn't deserve this life, or this death. Miles put his hoof on the wound and pressed some of his weight against it. The pony groaned in both pain and thanks, relaxing his body and letting his head fall back onto the ground. Miles closed his eyes and gave a content sigh as he reached his free hoof back to his pack and slid his knife from his scabbard, bringing it forward slowly and quietly. Die unafraid, he thought as, in one fell motion, he moved the knife forward and pressed the blade horizontally into the front of the throat and sent the pony onward.

 

The flow gurgled and stopped, the pony not even lifting his head at the end. Miles lowered his head, apologizing to the corpse. It was a hard thing to be so close to death -- to aid it, even. It was so simple, yet so changing. He stood over the body for a minute or two, just looking at the blade and what he had done with it. Feeling his time here drawing to a close, he wiped the blood off on his own leg and stuck the knife back into his scabbard. He would not forget that face or the death of the one bearing it. It would come back to him later, and later still.

 

He picked the rifle back up and began to continue onward, a strange and eerie silence falling over the camp. Many of the bandits had likely already fled the scene or been killed by himself or Silver. Silver, more likely, he thought as he passed many shanty-scrap huts. He couldn't help but feel bad already, not for the death, but for the memory it brought back. The face was so familiar, and yet he had seen four others in the past five years who were strikingly similar. But they were not. They couldn't be. Yet it still haunted him. What if?

 

Oh, shut up. You don't know nothin' so stop your jawin'.

 

But what if...?

 

Shut up! You know it's not true. Don't try to convince me otherwise.

 

He stopped and shook his head, hoping the thought would shake right out. No matter -- more important things to worry about right- His thought stopped on itself as a small mark on a mostly nondescript building caught his eye. It was no doubt one of Silver's make, but whatever it signified it was important enough to merit a mark and investigation.

 

He pushed the door open and peeked around the corner. Four shelves stood against the wall inside the somewhat small building, each stacked with off-brand and otherwise undamaged cans of food and bottled water. Stacked in the center of the room were four or five crates labeled "EMS MRE" and twice as many labeled "EMS H2O". Equestrian Military Supply, no wonder he put his mark up on this building... Miles took a step inside, glancing around at the undamaged ration boxes inside. Wow, this is a nice find... But... Where did they find military grade supplies...? Is there a depot around here that we missed? There's not anything on the tac-map back at the Academy, as far as I'm aware. Perhaps they have some sort of documentation? It was a long shot, but worthy of an inspection. He searched around the crates for nearly ten minutes, stopping only once at the sound of an explosion and gunshots, but thinking nothing else of it. Nothing here. Ah well, there's no way I can carry all this stuff back by myself. We'll have to bring a team back to collect it after we get back. At least it'll be a welcome haul in comparison to what we've been getting.

 

The door creaked as he slid it closed and turned the latch. He wished the radios from before still worked. They would have been so useful to already have a team on the way, but there was still a bit to do here before he left the whole thing and Silver behind. He knew Silver would be pissed, but if he had gone where Miles figured he had gone, it was better angry than dead. He tightened his hoof on his gun and set off between the huts to where he had heard the explosion.

 

((Yes, I know, you haven't breached the door yet, but the supply shed part was happening at the spot where I assume you blew the door and burst in. Also, if you truly don't want Miles to interfere, please say so and I won't have anything to do with that part.))



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Posted 20 September 2013 - 10:29 PM

Skybound was watching all the ponies complaining about their food, or lack there of, just waiting for the ensuing riot when the intercom speakers blasted something about something happening somewhere... warfare... That was all she needed to hear. Her interest piqued, Sky watched around and waiting for somepony to fly off so she could follow them to this fun event. After a nice, fun fly, she hovered over the camp, observing what was going down. It was really hard to see so high up, so she eventually dropped down closer.

 

"Why do all these other ponies get to have fun without me?" she whimpered to herself. "I want to have some fun too."

 

Quickly picked a small group of bandit ponies, she flew above them and dropped down behind them. "Hi" was all she said to them. All three of them turned around, looking very confused. Sky quickly did a fanciful twist around the bandit closest to her and stopped, facing another of the ponies. The first bandit fell over, blood shooting from his throat. The second and third started fumbling with their guns. Sky used to her wings to flip over the pony next to her and landed on the opposite side from the third bandit, using the second as cover. With her pony-shoes, she kick the bandit in the back of the knees, sending him to the ground. Then, still using him as cover, she turned and bucked him in the face, cracking his jaw. The third bandit let fly a burst of bullets from his rifle. Sky simply ducked, letting the pony she was behind take most of them.

 

"That's not very fair. Gun aren't fun at all," she pouted at the last standing bandit.

 

He roared at her and fired again. She jumped up and flew into the air. With a wholly unneeded flourish, she let herself fall on top of the bandit, kicking him in the back with her hooves. Her weight and hooves driving into his back caused him to collapse to the ground. Using the opportunity, Sky stomped his head with her studded pony-shoes, crushing his skull. With a quick look around, no bandits seemed to be in the area.

 

"You ponies don't fight very fun, but the rush is always the same."

 

Like the air was a drug, she took in a huge whiff and let it out again slowly. Fly flew up, looking for more fun to be had. This time, she decided to pull out her .45 pistol, scanning around the camp. There was a lot of commotion going on, but she didn't see anything in particular that looked interesting enough to investigate. She decided to good look for some good loot and started wandering around between the building.


Edited by Sammich, 20 September 2013 - 10:29 PM.


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Posted 23 September 2013 - 11:17 AM

Light seeped into the room, but from where, Fleetfire could not tell. Since awakening from troubled dreams, all she had done was stare at a wall whiter than marble, semi-consciously wondering where she was. After a while, she snapped to her senses and sat up a little too abruptly. Fleet gasped as a dull ache emanated from her abdomen; her hooves reached down and touched the fabric of the bandage that was wrapped tightly around her midriff. With that, she remembered what had happened on the mountainside. A white bat-wing pegasus had found Fleetfire. She recalled being hauled onto his back and then... nothing more.

As she hauled herself out of the bed, but carefully, Fleet observed the white room with curiosity. To the left of her bed, another bed was separated by two wooden bedside cabinets. At the far end of the room, removed from the beds by a dense shag rug, Fleetfire saw a baize door set into the white wall. The room seemed oddly familiar to her. Was she in the Wonderbolt Accomodation building? With careful and deliberative movements, Fleetfire levered herself off the mattress altogether and opened the nearest bedside cabinet. Inside was her rucksack with all its content but the multipurpose tool, the firestarters and anything else that she could apparently use as a weapon. Her crossbow, bolts and knife were also missing.

Fleetfire left her bag in the cabinet and looked around for her clothes, which she found in a small metal locker on the wall adjacent to the right side of her bed. Her combat gear looked like it had been freshly cleaned, and smelled so as she pulled it onto her body. What now? The bedroom door seemed to beckon invitingly to her, so she left the room immediately after retrieving her bag and walked down a hallway with walls equally as white as the ones in her room. At the end, she found a staircase going down. There was nopony else around, so she followed the stairwell to what seemed to be the ground floor.

Another white corridor stretched off into the distance, while directly opposite to the stairs was an opening leading to another corridor adjacent to the first one. There were even more rooms along the right-hand side, just like the corridor on the first floor. She recognized the place; a vague memory, a remnant tugging at the back of her mind. "Then that means-"
Fleetfire followed her gut and took the primary corridor. The first room she came across appeared to be the recreational area. Indeed this truly was the Wonderbolts Accommodation Suites, she thought. A pool table, some excercise balls, oddly angled sofas were all spread unevenly throughout the room. She remembered the room, back from when everything was normal. "Normality," she whispered ponderingly. Once, normal was in every aspect of her life. Now that the world had gone to shit... Well she was used to it all now, so she still looked upon the world and saw it as normal. Normal, not good.

As she exited the room, Fleet saw a rectangle of light illuminating the walls at the end of the hallway. The way out was down there, Fleetfire recalled, and left the recreational room and old normality behind. A sound like an avalanche of unending thunder met her ears as she departed from the accommodation building, the sound was all too familiar to her ears. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the outdoors, Fleetfire found the source of the noise raining from above. It was a rainbow waterfall cascading from the clouds above to the top of the mountain where all Wonderbolts were made. This, she knew, was truly the Wonderbolts Academy.

Opposite the accommodation block, Fleetfire saw the Headquarters to the academy, proud and prominent amongst the other smaller cloud-buildings. Marble-esque pillars of cloud spiralled down the entrance and snowy cornices ledged the roof. It reminded her of an ancient temple called the Ponythenon, made long ago by an even older race of ponies. She had only seen drawings of the place, and long before the shit went Appleloopy. Once, a long time ago, a survivor who escaped New Appleloosa was brought into the Apple Farm Vaults from outside. He was found wandering the wreck of Ponyville.

A while after they found him, they got him talking again, but it was unintelligible most of the time. At one point, he blabbered the phrase "Appleloopy". To most, it referenced the New Appleloosa, used by slavers and murderers and rapers alike, or all three rolled into one. Anyhow, it became a popular phrase among the vault dwellers under apple farm. Fleetfire knew that the rest of Equestria had followed suit soon enough; the world she knew had become appleloopy. Back to the present, she observed the encompassing Academy warily. The HQ then, Fleet decided. That was where she would start.

Edited by Greebster, 23 September 2013 - 11:20 AM.


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Posted 23 September 2013 - 03:56 PM

Strike awaited in the room for more bandits to come yet none came. Odd...Very odd. He perked his head outside the hut to see dead bodies everywhere. "Huh... That sniper is not bad after all let's hope he doesn't try to hit me instead" Strike walked out the room seeing the desolated red land. He walked through the corpses watching them closely who knows maybe one of them is faking or something. After a while he saw a pony on the ground bleeding from it's leg. "What we got here?" Strike simply looked at the pony. "This doesn't look like a bullet... Tell me who did this?" At this point the pony was in shock and couldn't say anything. "Well you're no use to me then" Strike pulled the trigger. He lifted his head only to notice a hut with a door wide open. he walked up to the door and found cover on the side. "is anypony in there?"

 

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Posted 23 September 2013 - 05:20 PM

Silver followed through the door as the explosive blew off the handle causing it to fly backwards and hit a bandit directly in the chest. He drew out his .45 pistol and shot the one under the door in the head while firing his M12 at the three bandits turning to face him in a sweeping motion. As he hit the last one the bandit managed to get off a shot which collided with Silvers lower thigh, blocking out the pain he continued firing making sure that all of them were down for the count. He let the smoke fly off the barrel off his gun and counted five seconds to see if anypony came to the disturbance. Satisfied that he'd gained entry to the building he holstered his sidearm and reloaded his rifle, before his put in the new mag he replaced the first bullet with one with a marking on the side. It was the name of his old friend Wavechill who'd been killed by the bandit leader 3 years ago Only right that your name is the last thing that hits him... He pushed in the round and inserted the magazine.

He saw a door to his left that led to a corridor with other connecting rooms, no doubt in one of them would be Darkwing. He clipped his rifle to his back and walked down the corridor. The entry he'd made moments before had now peaked the interests of some remaining guards. They ran down the corridor at him wielding a mix of blades and blunt objects, one even held an old Royal Guard Spear. He waited until that pony was about to hit him when he side stepped and twisted the bandit behind him while punching him in the trachea to crush his windpipe. The one to his right raised a bat ready to strike when Silver hit him in the solar plexus causing the pony to writhe over and drop the bat which he caught midair and swung it into the bandits neck snapping it. The last one drove a dagger directly at Silvers stomach which he merely stopped and twisted around into the opponents leg. He let out a scream of pain which Silver silenced by twisting his head into an unusual position creating a loud cracking noise. Silver carried on walking down the corridor set on his single mission to avenge his fallen comrades and end the life of the one called Darkwing.

As Silver approached the final door he waited and looked at his leg, he saw that blood had dripped down creating a streak of crimson red in his white coat. He withdrew all other thoughts from his head and readied his rifle up to his eyes and bashed down the door with his fore hooves. Suddenly a hoof grabbed his rifle from the right and shoved it into his face sending him backwards and onto the floor. He now had blurry vision from the loos of blood and the blow to the head, but he could make out the silhouette of a pony standing above him.

"Well look who we have here. Commander Silver wings of the infamous Wonderbolts. To what do i owe the pleasure of ones great company? I suppose i should ask you for an autograph?" The black pony chuckled while walking around him.

" Just here to show you a little routine i made up. It's called 'Kill the asshole'..." Silver snarled at the bandit leader.

"Hmmm, you sound exactly like how he described you...' he trailed off

"Who are you talking about?" Silver asked

"Oh your Wonderbolt friend... Now what was his name? Oh yes Wavechill! That was it... The one that screamed like a little filly before we killed him. Now i really was expecting more of a fight from a Wonder-" The bandit was cut off by Silver launching into him

"YOU SON OF A BITCH. I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU' He screamed followed by a punch into Darkwings face. Blood wept from his nose as he held up his hooves to try and block the blows. He rolled backwards to escape the pin forcing Silver to fall backwards. Both ponies got up, coated in each others blood and sweat. They gazed into each others eyes, pure hatred in Silvers and nothing but emptiness in Darkwings'. Nothing happened for a few seconds, then they both galloped towards each other delivering punches and blocking others. Silver kicked Darkwing in the face causing his jaw to shatter, in return he punched Silver in the ribs causing two to break. As he staggered back Silver saw his rifle by some cabinets in the corner, he looked at it and then at Darkwing realizing there was only once course of action. He ran at the bandit and leaped over him rolling and then sliding to his rifle, twisting around he aimed and fired. For a moment he thought he actually missed him as he stood exactly still, then a trail of blood ran down from his chest. Darkwing looked at the hole and then Silver before collapsing to the ground.

Silver walked over the the lifeless body of Darkwing and pulled off a Dog tag around his neck. On it inscribed 'Captain Wavechill. Wondebolts Academy. 449-205SF'. Rest easy old friend, only those words were enough... He headed towards the door but suddenly felt very weak and light headed. Silvers vision went blurry and he collapsed, the adrenaline produced in the fight now wearing off. He saw a shape of a pony in the door way, perhaps a bandit coming to finish him off, one he'd missed on his way in. Silver thought of the Academy, of his friends and family and finally of those he'd lost before passing out...

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Posted 25 September 2013 - 09:13 PM

An eerie silence fell over part of the camp following a single gunshot. Miles bit his lip, I hope that wasn't Silver... Either way, it was too late to be of any further service to him and he felt that the sooner he returned to base to get a crew to drag the supplies back, the faster they could get that checked off the danger list. He pondered how they would manage it as he trudged through the remained of the camp. He felt little in the way of threat as it seemed that most of the bandits had scattered and left or been killed by him or the others there. There was little left for him to do there and he doubted that bandits would have much more of value than provisions they had stolen from who knows where.

 

With a sigh, he hoisted his gun up over his shoulder and walked towards a blown-out hole in the scrap metal wall constructed around the camp. He did not turn to look back at the scene. If Silver had died, he didn't want to be the one to tell the Academy, but rather search the buildings on their return for the supplies for his corpse and bring it back then. Besides, he can manage himself. This isn't his first tour. He wouldn't let himself be taken out by some rabble-rousing bandits. But... No, he's fine. I'm sure of it. If not... He shook his head -- he already had too much on his mind to deal with the death of a friend right now. He needed to sit and rest for a bit, but not here. He would at least head towards the Academy to save himself a bit of time later.

 

He walked alone for fifteen minutes before finding a suitable spot to sit down and get his bearings. The sun had begun its downward slope from noon and was heading for the horizon to his right. A slight breeze pushed back against his face and mussed his hair as he glanced around, looking for any signs of life. What remained of a forest whistled briskly in front of him, dead grass all around, tainted by the radiation and refusing to grow. No birds chirped, no animals moved. He was alone; he felt safe and secure out here despite the constant danger. It felt good to be alone. He contemplated a nap, but decided against it. No, I can nap when I get back. Now is just the time to sit and think.

 

He sat in silence for a few minutes to listen to the ambiance of the world. The white noise filtered out and he felt his head drooping. His hoof came up to support his jaw as he rested his head on his hoof. It had been a bit of a long day and despite of everything, he still felt empty inside. He still had no direction and no answers to his questions, and he felt as though it would remain as such until he was just a corpse with no name in a hole somewhere with naught but a tattered uniform and an old rifle. Sometimes he wished it would happen sooner rather than later, but he knew he wouldn't feel right letting it all go so suddenly. He was sure there was something out there, he just didn't know what. He didn't know if he'd ever find it, but until then, he was still alive, if only just.



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Posted 25 September 2013 - 10:01 PM

"Wake up", the voice said, and NightSong obeyed. Opening his eyes, he saw a color he hadn't seen in five years... green.

Canopies of leaves lay suspended in the air above him, connected to their trunks by long, slender stems of brown. They shook lightly in a breeze, a breeze of fresh air that he, until now, couldn't remember the feel of, the taste of, the smell of. He lowered his gaze, discovering that below the leaves lay the natural chamber in which he had awoken.

NightSong lay in the inner circle of a beautiful glade. It shimmered with a glow that was almost magical. The edges of the small clearing were lined with streams that flowed along the ground until they reached an electric blue pool of crystal water. NightSong shifted weakly toward the water slowly, wanting a better look. He almost felt like he was floating, as if his legs didn't even exist. Come to think of it, his whole body felt that way; as if he were watching his actions rather than performing them himself.

"Drink", The Voice commanded, and so NightSong did. Taking great mouthfuls, he wondered if he was dead; if this was what it felt like. When he was done drinking, sat down next to the pool quietly.

"Your story will not end yet, NightSong; there is too much at stake for you to die now," said The Voice to him.

"What do I do?" Asked NightSong.

"Your brother, Miles, still mourns for your supposed death. He lives on, at the Wonderbolts Academy. You will meet with him again very soon, though not quite in the way you intend."

"What do you mean?" He pleaded.

"I cannot say. There are more important matters..." With that, a huge stalagmite of ice erupted from the pool of what was once water. NightSong leapt back in terror.

"Come", the great mass of ice said to him. "Touch your muzzle to me.

Reluctantly, NightSong obeyed. It was cold, to say the least, but oddly warm at the same time. He couldn't explain the feeling.

"Let us begin." spoke the voice. "With this life, I give you courage to lead your friends in battle. Power to defeat your enemies. A voice so that others might hear you. Wisdom, so that you can make the right decisions. Justice so that you may judge fairly the decisions of others. Loyalty to what you know to be right. Energy so that your mind may never falter. Compassion for the weary, sick, and all those weaker than yourself.  Love, for everyone in your care, especially for Lightning Chaser. And finally, nobility, certainty, and faith, so that you may lead your peers with honor."

As soon as the words were finished, NightSong instantly felt the most excruciating pain that he had ever felt. Agony jolted through him like lightning. Through the pain, NightSong felt strength returning to his limbs; logic to his thoughts; emotions to his heart; fire to his spirit. His life force had returned.

As the pain subsided the clearing grew blurrier and blurrier. NightSong caught a glimpse of a figure for a small moment, before slumping to the ground.

The air smelled bad. Really bad. NightSong opened his eyes to find that he was covered in ash. Shaking it off, he stood up slowly, and looked around.

He was surrounded with only brown and grey. Far as the eye could see.
"Welcome back to Hell," thought NightSong, checking his gear. Everything was in working order.


He looked up and saw the cloud on the mountain, where the academy lay. Almost there. He knelt back on his haunches, preparing himself to take off. He stopped himself, however, as he heard a voice behind him.

"You'll not want to be doin' that."

NightSong spun around, and saw four bandits standing there, knives in their hands. Instinctively, NightSong unsheathed his knife, holding it readily in front of him.

"Ah this one's a fighter, eh boys?" Chuckled one of the bandits, supposedly the leader, as he stepped forward. "Darkwing will be pleased with this one... Come now, you're lucky we found you. You could've died out here if we hadn't woken you up!"

The other bandits chuckled, stupidly, also stepping closer.

"Come with us. We'll keep you safe, promise." Smiled the bandit. NightSong backed away slowly.

"No? Well... then to hell with you!" Yelled the bandit, lunging at him, knife out.

NightSong rolled out of the way, the knife missing his face by an inch. He sweeped the bandit's leg, knocking him to the ground. Taking advantage of this, NightSong raised his knife, and stabbed the bandit, directly between his eyes. The life left the eyes slowly. NightSong grew dizzy for a moment, the way he had when he had made his first kill.

"What the hell just happened to me?" He thought. Breathing, heavily, he looked up. The bandits looked terrified, but that quickly went away as their faces contorted into rage.

NightSong knew he had to escape as quickly as possible. He took off running as fast as he could away from them, and into the forest. They gave chase. NightSong had only just recovered, and wasn't ready for running. The bandits were slowly gaining on him.

He burst out into a clearing, and looked up. There it was, the academy in all it's beauty. Hope flaring up in his heart, NightSong rocketed off into the sky, feeling the wind on his face once again, as he sped off towards his only hope of survival.


Edited by Skelxon, 25 September 2013 - 11:48 PM.


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Posted 25 September 2013 - 10:52 PM

He was as close to peace as he had been for a long time. There was little to worry about and less to lose. Who would really care if he didn't come back? What if he stayed here forever? Mmm, I think I like the quiet. It's only fitting... Oblivious to the rest of the world, he let his mind wander back to the past. He closed his eyes and pictured what he could remember of life before: the sounds of the world and the feeling. The sense that all was right and there was a place for him to be, and he had been in it. The serenity and carefree life, a life with purpose and something to accomplish. His friends, his family... His brother.
 
With a sigh, he lifted his head. A frown crossed his face as the reality of the world now set back in. His brother was dead, his family and most of his friends were dead. Piles of ash, vaporized by nuclear fire. Scattered and cast to the wind by the harsh breeze that had taken up residence in the world. That disgusting, foul-tasting thing that passed as air now filled his lungs with every breath. He breathed the ashes and dirt that used to be the ponies he knew. They were what the world was, and what they were now is what the world is. Dead.
 
Yells of rage filled his head and he tightened the muscles in his body, beating savagely at the ground with a hoof. Why was it like this? What had they done to deserve this? What had he done to deserve it? He slowed himself down as he asked himself again. What did I do... His brow furrowed further as the yells echoed back into his head. Something was different now, though. The yells were not his own. He glanced up as a pony burst from the ragged trees, three others in hot pursuit. He recognized them quickly as bandit from the camp, screaming and running at top speed after the other. He did not recognize the other, but an assumption of a leader entered his mind followed by an assumption as to the identity of the one out front. Darkwing. He must've escaped. So... Silver is dead...
 
With another angry grumble, he reached for his rifle. None of his friends were going to die and get away with it. Not today. He would thin out the herd, eradicate the pests, and avenge the only family he had left: the Wonderbolts. He leveled the scope with his eye and the familiar reticules came into vision. It was just like any other shot. The wind was almost nil and the distance was mostly negligible if not a half a tick of an adjustment. Their speed was a lope. Adjust aim, lead of... four feet, one tick right. He brought the crosshair over one of bandits, let out his breath and let loose a bullet.
 
The shot hit its mark -- directly behind the front shoulder -- and the pony twisted forward, rolling into a heap. His buddies, not expecting an ambush in their pursuit, shot glances around as they leaped over the corpse and continued on. He could only imagine what they were thinking, but he pushed it out of his mind. Only another distraction. Distance was now slightly closer, less adjustment on the vertical ticks this time. He pushed forward on the lever, ejecting the casing from the top of the gun as he followed the group through the scope. A few seconds to adjust and another shot, this time a gut-shot. The death would be slow and agonizing, but these lives were lesser in comparison to those he knew he would be saving when he got to Darkwing. Only one bandit left now aside from that murdering shitbag. He turned to the one in the rear. His visage was similar to that of his fallen comrades, and the difficulty was low on the shot. Miles fired, the shot hitting the pony in the thick of the neck. He could almost hear the terrible gutteral noise from the distance, but again he pushed the thought away. There would be time for that later as he checked the corpses for information. Only one left. Same routine as before. The leading pony was obviously confused as well now. He would be an easy target.
 
Miles swiveled his scope to catch up to the remaining pony. The crosshair passed too far over, putting the pony behind his sight. Adjust back, went too far. There. Now that the pony was in his sight, Miles began to fit the mental image of who he though Darkwing would be to this pony: Black, with grey hair. Missing a piece of his ear, probably from a fight or something. But something pricked at Miles from inside. He tried his best to ignore it, but it was a deep, primal feeling. He hesitated, letting his scope fall behind once again. After another adjustment and the pony was back in his sight.
 
No... It can't be... What the hell is this? Some sort of trick? His breathing grew strained and heavy as he followed the pony through the glass. His mouth contorted with his thoughts as he squinted to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. It wasn't true. There was no way. He was dead... wasn't he? He had to be; he had been on patrol too that day, but he had been assigned air patrol. Everything flying was vaporized. Miles had only been lucky to have heavy cover to shield him from the shockwave. But... here was he, who was marked down on the fallen soldiers' list. Condemned to death but five years earlier.
 
No. It can't be him. He's dead. It's just my imagination haunting me. I don't believe it, not for a minute. He can't be Darkwing, my brother would never murder in such a degree... But he did believe it, even if for a minute. It threw off his aim and his routine. He had lost control of his heart rate and his aim was gone. Muscle memory this time, just hit the target. It's not him. I saw his mark on the list. I felt him die that day. He's gone. Again he waited. The pony was getting away and he knew it, but his conscious kept him from pulling the trigger without a positive identification.
 
Oh, that's how it's gonna be, huh? Now you come back to haunt me, conscious? Is this how you repay me? After all these years? You plaster his face on that of an innocent? You ungrateful bastard of a brain. You torment me with that which I love dearly? Here am I, protecting you and nourishing you, and you go and pull this stunt on me? I am your master! I rule this body! You won't control me like this! You son of a bitch! You'll pay for all the suffering you've caused in this world!
 
He brought his aim up and slightly in front of the head of the flying pony. If he was going to do it, he would be sure Darkwing was dead for good. He fired.
 
The shot was off its mark, but not off target. His shot aimed for the head of the doppleganger flew wide, striking just above and to the left of the right wing's joint. Satisfaction did not avail on the shot. His mind was flooded with thoughts that he tried his best to repress them.
 
What if that was him? What if you just killed him?
 
But what if it was just a dumbass bandit trying to catch you off guard? Just trying to make you miss your shot? Just trying to let you get yourself killed in a moment of stupidity? What if...? What if...?
 
What if it WAS him? All the voices in his head seemed to converge into one thunderous voice simultaneously, echoing the question throughout his entire being. His insides did a flip and a turn, twisting themselves over and over at the thought of his brother, back from the dead, now returned by his own kin. He had to know. He had to be sure. And if it was just a bandit and he survived the crash, that bandit was going to be slaughtered royally.
 
Miles gripped his rifle and took off towards the scene, wasting no time in getting there. He locked his eyes on the body of the pony. He watched it as it had spiraled down into the ground with a noise his mind had only filled in to be a sickening crash. But as he arrived, his innards ripped themselves out and hurled themselves off the tallest cliff in Equestria.


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Posted 25 September 2013 - 11:26 PM

 He shot a glance behind him as he flew.

 

 "Of course!" He cursed to himself.  "Of course all three of them had to be damn pegasi!"  He tried to fly faster, speeding toward the cloud.  He could hear the bandits yelling behind him in rage at their dead comrade.  He began to panic.  "What do I do!?  They won't stop, and I'm leading them straight to the academy!  And what'll I do when I get there?  Ask for help!?"  Anxiety gripped his heart like an hand made of frost.  It threatened to rip it right out of his chest.

 

 His thoughts were interrupted by a crack.  Normally, NightSong would have instantly taken evasive action, but something about the sound of that gunshot made him feel more relaxed than worried.  It almost seemed... familiar...  He looked behind him and saw one of the bandits' eyes roll back in his head as he fell out of the sky.  The other bandits simply flew past the body of their comrade, fury in their eyes.

 

 "Someone... Someone helped me!" thought NightSong, hope coursing through him like fire.  "Someone is on my side, after so long!"  A smile tugging at his face, he found new energy, and surged forward with a speed most ponies could only dream of, as he turned toward the sound of the gunshot, to give the one responsible an easier shot.  A second shot was fired, hitting the second bandit in his stomach.  Blood surged from the bandit's mouth covering his fellow chaser in crimson sweat.  The bandit screamed in fear and rage, and sped quicker towards NightSong, raising his knife for a blow.

 

 NightSong winced, waiting for the blow, but it never came.  Instead, another sudden loud crack was heard, the shot piercing the neck this time.  Now it was NightSong's turn to be showered with blood.  Wiping it from his face, he saw the final pony drop his knife, and begin to fall out of the heavens.  Back toward hell.

 

 NightSong whooped, and did a corkscrew in the sky.  He was absolutely ecstatic.  "A friend!  A friend after all these years!"  Someone firing shots at my enemies rather than me!"  His attention turned once again toward the academy.  A huge smile on his face, he sped off once again in it's direction.

 

 His happiness would not last.  His stream of cheerful thoughts were instantly extinguished as he heard a fourth and final bang.  NightSong took a split second to be confused before he felt an immense collision into his right wing.  He screamed in pain as he felt hot metal rip through his flesh, before it continued on it's endless path.  Tears streamed down his face as he tried to keep himself in the sky.  His consciousness was slipping, however, and he felt himself turn over slowly in the air, and begin careering toward the ground, spiraling as he went.

 

 "NightSong, if you're going, I am too!  You know that!"

 

 "Hell no, Miles.  You stay here.  You've got potential.  You need to put it to use, not go to war."

 

 "We're brothers, we stick the hell together, and I am damn well sticking with you!"

 

 The ground came up to greet NightSong as he collided with it's ugly face, flipping and somersaulting over his own body as he went, until he finally came to a stop.  Moaning, he opened his eyes, using what little consciousness was left.  His leg was broken, and his wing...  He rested his head on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, down his face, and onto the ground.  Hearing hoofsteps, he looked up slowly.  He saw the blurred colors of red and yellow, getting closer hurriedly.  Instinctively, he fumbled for his rifle.  Pulling the bolt, he shakily brought it around front, breathing heavily as he tried to get a steady aim it at the pony.  His gaze became confused as he saw the pony begin vomiting onto the ground violently.  The red pony then looked up, his eyes meeting NightSong's.  NightSong lowered his rifle slightly, his breath heavy as a single word he hadn't heard in years escaped his mouth.

 

 "...Miles.....?"

 

 NightSong stared for a moment longer, before darkness overtook him.


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Posted 26 September 2013 - 04:03 AM

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"You're not going anywhere, you're too young to join the Wonderbolts. They'd kick you outta there as soon as you applied."

 

"I don't care, I'll stay with you until I'm old enough to join, or I'll fake an ID and I'll get in. I'll-"

 

"You'll be hauled off as soon as they catch you. It isn't like school. You can't just get away with that. This is real. This is what I've got to do, and I've got to do it alone, Miles. You have to understand that."

 

He stamped his hoof in protest and nickered lowly, "You're not gonna leave me here that easy. Potential my ass. What are we gonna accomplish here? What can I do without you? If either of us have a chance at survival, we've gotta stick together! We look out for each other, 'cause that's what brothers do! I've got your back, you've got mine... Right? Or am I wrong? Are you my brother or not?"

 

NightSong sighed and looked away. He had a point. He couldn't live with himself if he left him behind, but what else could he say?

 

"I... I've got your back, Miles."

 

Miles jumped and gave a cheerful laugh, playfully punching Nightsong in the shoulder, "Now that's the NightSong I know! Now come on, we're not getting any younger! It's gonna be a blast, you'll see!"

 

"That's what I'm afraid of... It's war. I'm not sure you're cut out for it yet..."

 

"What? What just happened to 'I've got your back'? What did you do with my brother?"

 

"I'm just telling you now that things will be different there. It's not so withdrawn as it is here. It's... It's gonna be tough."

 

"But we'll make it through, right? Together?"

 

"Yeah... together."

 

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They were so innocent then. Nothing could have separated them, aside from full-blown nuclear war. Five years. Five years of questioning, five years of heartache and sleepless nights. Here was the answer, right in front of him. His breath rattled inside him and he lowered his head, tears flowing from his eyes as he fell forward onto his knees. The roaring cacophony of his mind bellowed deep inside him as a thousand organs in a cathedral, all blaring and dissonant of each other, and each playing a completely separate tune. But all played with the same dark tone. Everything he knew in this world had just coalesced into a huge, spiraling vortex, dragging him and his feeling away with it. All the color drained from the world as he watched the blood trickle from his brother's broken body and knew that he was to blame for this.

 

How could he explain it? How could he justify it? He had destroyed all that he had hoped and longed for since the first loss of his brother, and now he had sent him back to the fires that rained before. There was nothing he could say or do to fix this. He could not make it up to himself. This was all he had left of his life before and the only thing that held value to him in the world. The reality of it set in, silencing the sounds in his mind. He locked his eyes on his motionless brother. He had sworn that he'd be there for him, and he failed. He had failed NightSong, and now he paid the price.

 

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The overwhelming weight of what he had done pushed him farther into the ground. He put his hooves on NightSong and rested his forehead on NightSong's bloody side, unable to stop himself from crying like a foal. It was just too much for him to bear. He had to bury him. It was some sort of closure, if nothing else. He wrapped his arms around NightSong's body and prepared to carry the weight of his brother's body to whatever crater or hole he could dig with his bare hooves. But something caught his attention. Something faint, something weak. Deep inside, he could hear the tha-thump of life. His eyes widened as hope flooded back into him. It was quiet, but it was there. He knew this was his only chance to make things right. He still had a promise, and he wasn't going to leave him there. He would carry his own body weight in flesh and bone and blood back to the Academy and not be satisfied until his brother was bona fide alive.

 

With tremendous effort, he gripped NightSong around his chest and, despite the mud and blood that had pooled around the scene, he groaned and with all his strength he managed to slide the body onto his back. It was a long way to the Academy and he felt the warm trail of blood making its way down his back and sides, but it was his fault and his responsibility. He would see it through to the end, even if it meant his own end.

 

With even greater determination, he mustered his strength and pushed himself off the ground and into the sky. The weight was almost unbearable, but the pain was worth the hope. The hope that he would make it and that he would get to speak to him again. In his mind, he knew it was a long shot, but anything was better than the alternative. His body began to go numb after ten minutes and his wings wailed desperately at him to stop, but he kept going. The Academy was not so far that he couldn't push himself to make it. He would make it. They both would. Dead or alive.

 

The warmth was draining from NightSong, but the Academy loomed in the distance. Never before had it shown so brightly in the sun, or glimmered so daintily. It was the beacon he longed for, the place of respite. He was so close but his body threatened to fail him.

 

You will not beat me this time. This is no game, this is real. I've still got your back. We will make it through this. Together.

 

His body soaked a deeper stain of red, Miles glided down to the cracked landing strip, his brother still in tow. The dripping blood from his body was slowing and the drops fell slower now. His back burned in pain and his wings were in a terrible state, but he was back and there was no time to waste. He let his wings go limp as he focused all his energy into his legs and tore off towards the medical center in the old classroom building at a gallop. Rounding the corner, he pushed ponies out of the way, offering no apology or look of concern. He didn't care, he was too close to get distracted now. He nearly lost his balance as he skidded around the corridor and headbutted the door open. The medical staff, not prepared at all for this outburst, scrambled quickly to take the body from him. He nipped at them and lashed out. They would not take him from him, he would do it himself. The burden was his, and his alone.

 

After minutes of struggling, he finally managed to position himself to slide his brother off and onto the operating table, positioning him in what looked like comfort to him. He could feel bone sliding awkwardly under the skin and knew that had NightSong been conscious, his pain would be severe. He stepped away from the table and the doctors took their places, gathering all their tools and preparing to fix the damage he had unleashed. Blades and screws, steel and plastic. All to help him. There was little he could do now but step back and hope for the best. His gut still roared at him and his muscles ached. His will and determination were all that kept him standing, all that kept him alive to hear the verdict. Would his brother make it, or would he be a murderer? He hushed his thoughts as he heard a doctor's soft voice tell him his crimes. Shattered wing, result of large caliber hollow-point round... Mangled ear... Looks like a broken leg here... and here. Cracked ribs... Laceration on the right abdomen and girth, looks like there's some rock fragments in here. Internal bleeding, massive blood loss... It's a wonder he's still alive... If we get started right away, we can...

 

He felt dizzy, nauseous, and claustrophobic all at once. He heaved again and his vision went blurry. Now you... come back to repay me, eh? Well then take me. I deserve it. Take... me... I... He felt his body go limp as the overwhelming pain he had subjected himself to forced him into a heap on the floor. Everything swirled in his vision as a black tunnel closed in and blotted out his consciousness. He could hear the doctors speaking to him and faintly feel his body shaking, but it all faded to nothing. Nothing but a cold, black abyss. Peace. It consumed him. He slept a deep, dreamless sleep and felt no more pain.



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Posted 26 September 2013 - 04:27 AM

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Posted 26 September 2013 - 08:27 AM

Nopony had stopped her as she walked through the Headquarters. The only sound to her twitching ears was the ripple of flags coming from outside, it was like two wet strips of fabric being slapped against a boulder. Fleetfire trotted past clusters of other ponies quietly going about their daily business, some with wounds as a statement to that one unseemly fact. Outside, the flags continued to billow like waves in a storm, rolling and crashing in the grey mist of nothingness. Fleetfire was in a mist now, for though she knew where she stood, she was still as lost as a babe in the woods.

Her mind wandered as she walked. To memories of other times, haunts of what had passed polluted her mind; not had she escaped from the fallout that she had just hidden from it. Fleetfire was infected with a chasmic loss deeper than the depths of space; it might as well have been a cosmic loss, but Fleetfire's mind sought a firmament of will that was hard to possess in this difficult age. Her eyes threatened to leak out the deep sense of loss that emanated from within, but not if she could help it. Before the war, before the world she knew was reforged by the nuclear storm of that- that bastard!

The Advisor's dogs were still hunting, that much Fleetfire knew. When there was no hunting, no bandits, no radiation... There was her beautiful, her wonderful daughter, Petalglow. Fleetfire's heart slammed against her ribcage, like some caged beast howling to be set free. Cautiously, she wiped a loose tear from her cheek and let her hooves carry her down a starkly lit corridor. Her mind continued to buzz with renewed emotions. The day, she thought, her lower lip quivering dangerously. When it had happened. We-
Another shudder of pure emotion ran through Fleet and she had to grip a rail siding conveniently attached to the alabaster wall.

With deep intakes of breath, Fleetfire looked down the corridor, her glistening eyes imploring. The past could not be changed, but still the truth of what had happened was relived in her head. It was like a cruel jape that would never leave, but wait dormantly in the subconscious like a hungry predator watching its prey. There's no more 'we', she thought, but the truth only hurt more. Moreso than the lies she had once tried to tell herself. You cannot hide from the past. With a grunt of disgust, she continued down the corridor. Now even my own conscience is taunting me.

Finally, she had reached the corridor's end. A wooden door guarded the office of Commander SilverWings. She pushed against the wood, trying her best to smile; something she rarely did nowadays. She stepped into the office, a smile on her face, a greeting upon her tongue. But the room was empty, devoid of any life, just like...
Fleetfire sighed emotively as she slowly traced a hoof around the wooden table edge. She reached SilverWings' chair and slid into it. Forlorn, she tried to cancel out her thoughts, but to no avail.

She was in a storm. Brittle wind snapped at her face like an angry snake, but she continued to move, unrelenting against the world. Every piece of foliage, every tree, every bush, all swayed and creaked in the fierceness of the storm. Fleetfire heard only the sound of the howling wind at first, but then a voice called her name. She turned to see her daughter, Petalglow. The young pegasus with a white bodice and light pink mane galloped up to her and they embraced warmly... Though a remnant of the past had never felt colder. Fleetfire pulled Petalglow along. They were going to the Fallout Shelter beneath Apple Acres.

Soon enough, they had reached the barn. A queue of ponies filtered through the entrance to the vault like ants into a molehill, desperate to escape the rain...
In the chaos, Fleetfire wrapped her hooves protectively around her daughter. But even that could not save her from what was to come. "The world is going to burn!"
Heads turned, Fleetfire looked around and realized the voice had come from directly behind her. A crazed looking earth pony with yellow eyes and a grey mane waved a pistol wildly. "We cannot escaped the fire! All will burn."
Petalglow wrapped her hooves tighter around her mother. Fleetfire swallowed anxiously and stroked her daughter's mane to comfort her.

"Sir," Fleetfire began, but stopped as soon as she saw the gun pointed directly into her face. She stepped back slowly, also pushing her daughter back with one hoof. "This," the mad pony said, gesturing to the pistol, "this is the easy way out. Trust me."
And that was when he turned and put a bullet into Petalglow. At first, Fleetfire heard the shot, but it took her some time to find the strength to turn her head. When she did, she saw Petalglow whimpering in a puddle of rapidly spreading blood. She choked on tears and horror and threw herself down beside her only child.

Eyes staring upward, Petalglow wept in agony and whimpered as the pain hit her like dark waves of cruelty. Fleetfire wept too, but in hopelessness. Do something, her mind screamed, she's dying and you're all just stood there! Her daughter shuddered violently as the pain took control, but still none would move to help. "Do something!" she screamed at the spectators. A bullet was fired and the earth pony who had shot her daughter hit the ground beside her, a bullet marking the one place on his body that had clearly broken. Petalglow started to breathe very fast. Blood spotted her lips, her beautiful young face a mask of sheer agony. "Hold on, baby," Fleet whispered to Petalglow, her eyes strained and desperate, "don't leave me, please. Please."
Fleetfire sobbed wretchedly into her daughter's bloodsoaked body as the spasms began to slow down, and her breathing settled. "No," Fleet wept, "not like this."

But before the paramedics could even begin, Petalglow finished. One last breath rattled through those tiny lungs and all was quiet. Staring, Fleetfire wrapped one small bloodstained hoof around her own and sat unmoving as the paramedics got to work. Nought would have made a difference, it was all over. The silence marked the death of a young filly who had barely started in life. Fleetfire's cold eyes turned and fixated on the unseeing eyes of the dead earth pony who lay in the dirt in a pool of his own blood, still leaking from the wound in his head. The pistol he had used lay beside him, sticky and red. Her heart ached dully, blacking out all protests of her mind. Fleetfire reached down and picked up the pistol, pulling back the slide until it clicked.

She despised the weapon. With deliberative motion, she turned the pistol around until it faced her and placed the barrel in her mouth. She felt the trigger and let one more tear hit the ground before she pulled. Nothing. She pulled it again, the pistol clicked emptily. She cursed and hurled the gun to the ground and stomped on it in a sudden flurry of rage and grief. When the gun was cracked and useless, Fleetfire forced herself to stop. When she did, dizziness took over and she hit the ground. Darkness clouded in on her vision, just as she was swept off the ground and carried into the vault. That was when the explosions started.

Back in the office, Fleetfire leant back in the chair with a heavy sigh. The past was past, she often used to say. Why then did it hurt so much? She shrugged awkwardly, like it was some inner conversation, and delved into her innermost being for some form of an answer. She found none. Hopefully whoever was running this joint would return soon, she thought. Until then, she planned to stay here.

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Posted 26 September 2013 - 09:12 AM

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Posted 26 September 2013 - 01:47 PM

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Posted 26 September 2013 - 05:11 PM

Acid shuffled around, looking through the crate a bit more. The large wooden boxes decorating the building, the thunder of battle calming down outside the metal walls. Her ears perked up hearing the other door slid open light flooding the room,  her heart sunk moving to hide next to a crate thinking it was another bandit running away from the onslaught the ensued outside. Their hoofs clattered upon the rocky floor, yanking open the hinges on the nearest crate. A loud pop echoed around the room, the rusty nails giving way to the strength of the pony. Holding her bread she sat there quietly begging for them to leave. To her luck they did, the door sliding shut and locked. 

 

  She panicked for a moment moving to the large door, tugging on it's handle in hopes for release. Now there was only on way out, cutting this scavenging time here to zero. Since the odds where ageist her if someone came in through the other door. As she turn around walking down the darken path to the other door a figure stepped in front of it, the black outline of a pony was clear as day to her. "Drat." She cursed under her breath dashing away from the open area and back into the sea of crates, her head buzzing with ways to get out of here without getting spotted.  



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Posted 26 September 2013 - 05:55 PM

Beneath the dense swathes of bandage, A circular white scar gleamed, barely noticeable in the dim light of SilverWings' office. Already, hairs had begun to cover it anyway, Fleetfire noticed with a slight smile. She ripped off the bandages and gasped sharply in pain; she had forgotten the exit wound. With a wince, she turned her head back and noted the doubly scarred tissue, otherwise healed as far as she could tell. With a dejected sigh, she reclined into the office chair carefully. The room seemed dismal in the half-light. Hopefully somepony will turn up soon enough, she thought concernedly.

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Posted 26 September 2013 - 06:38 PM

From the door Strike could see the crates all over the room. "Huh... That's a lot of things for a simple bandit's camp." Suddenly Strike noticed a shadowy figure dashing behind the crates."Hey you, Stop" He shouted. Strike prepared his weapons and slowly walked through the rows of low-lighten crates. Looking up close he notices something. "Those are military hardware... How would bandits get their hooves on this...." Strike shook his head "Don't get distracted I need to find whoever is in here, they  might know something about these crates..." Strike kept searching between the rows. "Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have klled those guys, they could probably give me some info... Oh well" Strike stopped in the middle of the room. "This is the WondderBolts get out with your hooves in the air and we won't hurt you" Let's hope this bluff works....



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Posted 26 September 2013 - 08:33 PM

Silver's vision came back to him as a haze, he opened his eyes to the face of another pony with his eyes wide open and a bullet hole through his forehead. Silver shuffled back in sudden shock. Shit, the fuck happened to you? He looked around and saw his rifle on the floor, he picked it up and removed the mag it still had half a clip in it. He cocked the weapon and checked the sights, making sure all the rest of his gear was sorted he went to move down the corridor and felt a shooting pain in his leg making him writhe over. Oh fuck, i forgot about it He saw the wound in his leg had begun to clot. He opened his saddle pack and removed a morphine syringe and a bandage. He injected himself with the numbing fluid and tightly wrapped the bandage around the hole in his leg. Making sure he felt alright to move on he exited the building and looked around the camp. It was now quieter and the fires had turned into pillars of smoke, there was no movement apart from some birds which were picking at a bandits corpse. He decided to make a risky move.

 

'Hey, anybody out here!' He shouted, waiting a few seconds with his hoof on his sidearm nobody came. Guess everypony went back to the Academy, must be the last one out... He decided to make it back to the Academy but before he took flight he placed a machete into the ground and attached a small ribbon of cyan silk to the grip. He stood back and closed his eyes to pray silently: Goddess Celestia i ask for your forgiveness. For the ponies that lost their lives today, on both sides. For the families who have lost their sons. I repent my sins to you in hope that when you look back on me i am not evil. That i'm still the upholder of honor and all that is good in Equestria. To purge it of those who might do it and its ponies harm, for my Team.

 

He opened his eyes and looked at the marker now fluttering in the wind. Taking a brief moment to appreciate the silence and think about the past hours. For those we lost... He knelled slightly and then pushed off upwards into the sky, leaving the now battered encampment behind him. Hope somepony went back for those supplies, have to check in with Strike when i'm back He then thought, what if he didn't make it back? Nah, that old bat couldn't die, he's got to make me coffee. He laughed to himself Oh now i'm laughing at my own jokes, am i that lonely? He looked around, he was the only one in the sky. Guess so...

 

About an hour went by before Silver passed over the Rocky mountains and caught sight of the Academy. Home sweet home... He'd make sure to have a shower and see the Doctor before he went for some rest. The Academy looked different for some reason, it hadn't changed physically but for some reason it just looked a whole lot better to see it. As he glided in to the northern Landing strip he felt the tarmac under his hooves and felt safe, like nopony could ever hurt him here. He walked over to the Hospital, basically just the old Summer Flight Camp building and went to the triage room. He walked in and saw the doctor and other ponies standing over a table.

 

'What the fucks going on?!?' He frantically shouted. One of the nurses came over to him and pushed him to the side of the room.

 

'Sir they're currently operating on a patient whose severely injured, the next hour will decide whether he lives or not...' She said with a soft voice but very hard meaning.

 

'Well who the hell is it?' He asked

 

'Sir... It's- It's Major Night Song, he came back...' 

 

Silver looked at the pony on the table pushing past the nurse and indeed he saw the face of one of his most trusted former Majors. 'Holy shit...' When he turned he also saw another pony on the other bed. 'Miles?' He began to walk over to him but the nurse cut him off.

 

'He's fine, just a little shook up and he passed out. He'll come around later. Right now they need to work on Nightsong.' She notices the bandage around his leg. 'Are you alright?' 

 

He continues looking at Nightsong 'Oh...No i'm fine, just make sure they're alright.' He walks out of the room, saddened by the injuries that he'd cost by attacking the camp earlier

 

'Aye sir...' The nurse watches him go out of the room and then returns to the table.

 

Silver stomps heavily to his office, on the way thoughts cross his mind. Did Nightsong want to come back? Was he with other ponies? How did he survive alone if not? How was he injured? Silver decided to wait until later to ask the Major himself, for now he was going to go and get some coffee from his private stash, put his hooves up and rest. He got to the door of his officer, opened the door and threw his bag on the floor, unsuspecting of the other surprise which awaited him today.



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Posted 26 September 2013 - 08:56 PM

Her ears perked up listening to the figures movements, she was pressed up against the crates slowing the hesitant breaths that where escaping. She poked around the large crate carrying hazmat suits inside it looking around for a safe route out.

The figure stopped in the center of the room the faint yellow glow of the lights hitting there body. This was her chance to make a run for the door, as she got into position to run for it the figure spoke again,'wonderbolt?? That's impossible.' She thought till a light popped into her noggin.

'This could be very advantageous..'
She walked outside under the glow of the lights the brass buttons on her uniform shimmering along with the row of metals and ribbons. The destict emblem of the wonderbolts lighting bolt on her left breast. "Wonderbolt you say hm?" Then we are on the same.. team." She lied through her teeth, but if this can get her to that door and get away. So be it...

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Posted 26 September 2013 - 10:49 PM

Strike was dumbstruck by the pony that just appeared in front of him another WonderBolt? She definitely has the outfit.... But I don't think I saw her before.... Maybe?...

"Well that makes my job much easier.. " Strike smiled "You are gonna help me move this stuff out of here okay.. Looks like we just found a gold mine and I don't think the bandits will mind for us to be borrowing" Strike moved close to one of crates and opened it. "Oh great SMGs... Kinda was hoping for food" He looked inside another crate. "So I don't think I seen you before? And I have a couple of questions. Who are you? What are you doing here and How did you managed to survive the fallout?"



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Posted 27 September 2013 - 05:55 AM

She smiled, he seemed to be buying her lie. Just like he though she was buying into the whole Wonderbolt shindig, even though the Wonderbolts fell apart after Celestia's imprisonment. She walked her way around him eyeing the door, waiting for the right moment to go for it. But maybe she did not even have to do that, there was a mountain of equipment and other supply's no to mention food here. They will most likely want to take it all, this gave her another idea. She walked over to him standing next to the so called Wonderbolt looking into the crate. 

 "Hm, well this is large store of gear here, we will need a few sky chariots or a substantial group of Pegasi to fly this out of here. So..." She wandered around him watching his movements expecting him to attack her when she dropped her guard. Her copper orange eyes studying him as such. "I don't expect the bandits are much of a menace now after what you lot did, so why don't you go and gather the rest of your unit here to gather this all up; and i'll stand watch? hm?" She proposed her idea hoping he would by it. before he commented though he asked her a question, she had the think fast and with a good story. One slip up and this would end badly. 

 "I wouldn't expect you to know me not many do, well besides my adversary's. I, um. "She paused, hesitant again knowing she had to think of something. "I'm Wind blazer. The commander had me go ahead and scout the complex over for the past few days, before you all organized this incursion. Nothing more to that then that really. I survived the blasts in a old cave not many pony folk know about anymore." She tried hard to keep her Canterlot accent at bay, she was not used to using this less confiscated accent . Not to mention the work around to not specify names and genders, messing that up would seal her fate to her knowledge the last serving Commander of the Wonderbolts was Tempest Wind, and before him was Flight Dasher, then GustyDays, 


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Posted 27 September 2013 - 01:08 PM

((It's only five years later.... :P ))

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Posted 27 September 2013 - 05:51 PM

((Prepare to meet ye olde commander))

Fleetfire had forgotten about the hidden panel that had cracked off the desk as soon as she saw what it was concealing. Looks like the commander has been hoarding, she mused with a half-smile flitting across her face. Maybe he won't mind if I share. Soon enough she had brewed up a mug of fine coffee with a few drops of vanilla to sweeten it up. Now, she stretched back onto the comfortable leather chair, enjoying the scent as it warmed her snuzzle. Oh, she was in so much trouble. At that precise moment, the handle on the door of the office began to turn. She sat straighter and set the coffee upon the desk. Well, here goes.

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Posted 27 September 2013 - 06:00 PM

The first thing he noticed was the smell of coffee that hung in the air. He saw a pony sitting his chair holding a mug of what could only be his private stash. As he opened his mouth to shout he suddenly realized the pony that sat in behind his desk. No way... It was a pony that he knew long ago, long since lost though. The mare with the red mane and a bright smile. A mare he'd known since he was a Captain. A mix of emotions hit him all at once. Sadness, regret, anger, but most of all pure joy in seeing her again. He couldn't speak, the only thing that managed to leave his lips was 'Fleetfire...'



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Posted 27 September 2013 - 06:19 PM

When the door had opened and she saw that familiar face staring with rather bewildered eyes at her, she could not help but stare back. Had it really been so long? The commander whispered her name, surprisingly loud in the quietness of the room. "SilrverWings- I, uh, I mean, Commander."
She stood up abruptly, feeling rather unprepared for the situation. She stopped and stared some more, her emotions inside were a storm of wonder, sadness and astounding joy. She almost let out a sob when the smile broke out across her face, but she somehow managed to make it sound like a laugh. Then she was leaping across the desk and throwing her hooves around Commander SilverWings. "Silver, it's so good to see you again!"
Finally, a face she recognized.

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Posted 27 September 2013 - 06:26 PM

Still looking through the crates Strike's ears perked up as he heard 'The commander had me go ahead and scout the complex over for the past few days, before you all organized this incursion' "Oh really?" Strike said cynically as he turned to the mare. "Tell me... How is that possible, if this was never a mission" At this point Strike lifted his wings showing the two guns pointing at the pegasus. "Hooves where I can see them!"



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Posted 27 September 2013 - 06:29 PM

Before he could put up a front Fleetfire had already jumped across the desk and wrapped herself around him tightly. As he was taller than the mare his head was above hers by far, he looked down at her and returned the embrace. He put his head over hers and laughed, at the same time a single tear streaked down his face, unable to control his emotions, something Silver wasn't used to doing around his officers, but Fleetfire was different. 'Fleet, it's good to see you. Where the hell have you been, i thought...I thought after the fallout you'd-'He chocked on his words, he didn't want to say it so he simply held her tighter. 'I thought you were gone'. 



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Posted 27 September 2013 - 06:48 PM

With a barely audible sigh, Fleetfire extricated herself from the embrace and looked at the floor momentarily. 'Yeah. I did disappear for a while, didn't I?'
She let out a breath and leant back against the desk thoughtlessly. 'I went back to Ponyville,' she began, her eyes grew wet again. 'They all went into the vaults, but Petalglow... my daughter. She-'
Another intake of breath and Fleetfire smiled at Silver warmly, a couple of tears leaked off her cheeks. 'She's at peace now. Or so I keep telling myself.'
She wiped her tears away, furious at herself for the outburst of emotion. She glanced at the commander, wondering who he had lost and at what cost.

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Posted 27 September 2013 - 07:21 PM

Listening intently to Fleetfire his ears perked up when he heard about Petalglow. Although he didn't know the young filly well he saw he once when Fleetfire had brought her to the Academy for a day in the summer. She was amazed at all the acrobatics and when Silver first met her she was so excited she kept bouncing around. She was a sweet kid, another innocent life lost to the Fallout.  'Shit, i'm sorry Fleet... If there was anything i could do...'

 

Although knowing there was nothing he could do to bring back he felt that was the only thing he could say. Silver was never one for expressing his emotions well, he just never conveyed grief like anyother pony. Years of Combat before the Fallout and the Civil War had already molded him into numb of self-expression, add that to the Fallout and there just wasn't room for it. As the Commander he was supposed to inspire hope and greatness, not sadness and regret. But this was Fleetfire, a mare he'd known for years, out of anypony she was the most comfortable to be around.

 

'I know, there's nothing i can do to bring her back. But what i can do is make sure that you're ok. You're welcome to stay, you can have my quarters, i don't really use them anymore. First though you should have a shower and get yourself a meal from the Mess. A team should be arriving back from a camp we just raided so we're good on supplies for the next few months'. He wiped a tear of the Mares cheek and placed a hoof on her shoulder. 'You're safe here now, I promise' He smiled faintly, hoping those words were true.



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Posted 27 September 2013 - 08:18 PM

Returning the smile with one of her own, Fleetfire exited the office and started to trot slowly down the corridor. Then she remembered something. She cantered back into the office, much to Silver's bemusement, and hooked a hoof around the coffee mug. 'Thanks for the coffee,' she said with a deft wink and hearty chuckle. Down the corridor she went, out of the HQ and returned to the Wonderbolt Acommodation on the other side of the cloud encompassing the Rocky Mountain. The wind tousled her red mane, turning it to fire in the dying light. Well, at last a place she could call home, for now. She visited the safe-room where she found her weapons and firestarters safely locked away. It took her half a minute to pick the lock.

Silver's old quarters had a fine layer of dust coating every surface. Fleetfire ignored it all, choosing instead to dump her gear in a corner and sit motionless upon the centrifugal bed. A quiver of excitement ran through her. She was back where she had started, fighting the good fight, flying the wayward winds, back home. Something was cooking, or so her nose reported. Fleetfire sniffed, wondering whose hoofywork tonight's meal would be. A smile broke across her face. Just like old times, she mused. Back when the wing was taken to in pure powerful flight. An exhilarating flight. The flight of the Warhawks.

Oh, it was indeed good to be back.

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Posted 28 September 2013 - 10:26 PM

She stepped back seeing his wings flair up the silver shine of a metal beneath them. She pauses thinking briefly to work this minor screw up. These rebels where more clever then previously thought, first masquerading as Wonderbolts for the fear factor, and now having decent skills in deduction. But their skills in stragaity lacked, who in their right mind attacks a militarized complex with out planning.

"Well, as much fun as this sport has been. I should be...." She played it off knowing it would not reverse the error she caused; but maybe buy enough time to get closer to the door to escape. Only if this 'Rebel' was not the bright sort which she hoped was the case. If not she was either going to be killed or worse..

Her hoofs stepped ever so slightly towards the metal clad door behind them. Her haunches lowering to get ready for the quick dash that would no doubt become a run rittled with bullets nipping at her heels. "Yeaaaa. So." Her eyes fluttered to the door at back at him to make sure the path was clear, before taking her chance.

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Posted 29 September 2013 - 12:55 AM

*BANG* A bullet flew through the room into the metal door making a loud noise. "Sorry I have this really twitchy trigger wing.." Strike said with a smug. He sighed "Look, I don't hurt mares and you're pretty cute so stand down" He started to move close to the mare. "Because if you run away then I'll have to chase after you and then I'm gonna end up shooting you, then I'll have to explain to the Commander why I just shot somepony in a wonderbolt's uniform and I really don't wanna be bothered with it... So you know... After we go to the academy and you give some explaining on why you have the wonderbolt uniform.. We'll let you go I promise" 



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Posted 30 September 2013 - 09:19 PM

As she heard the loud crack of the weapon discharging, she instinctively ducked. The buzz of the bullets cavitation bubble wizzed over her head.
"Dam Basterd!" She yelled out to him her Canterlot accent bursting through. She stepped back a rather pissed off look decorated her face looking at the basterd that shot at her. Her anger disregarding what he was even saying to her.

"Stay the hell back, I will not be taken willing by a bunch of blood thirsty rebels." She bit her lip, the blood trickling down her chin; she was not going to go down with out a fight. She was not going to be another victim to these rebels who just go around slaughtering everybody, and that now parade around in wonderbolt uniforms.

"You all have no right to hide under the legacy of Celestia's Wonderbolts. You monsters!" She yelled running right at him drawing her sliver blade, the metallic shimmer glistening under the yellow lamps of the building.

"Ahhhhh" she charged in trying to close the distance between them before he had the chance to fire a shot. If she could close this gap she would win if not she was going to be shot. Either way this was the only option besides being a prisoner or worse... Tortured. 


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Posted 30 September 2013 - 09:47 PM

"Rebel what the hell are yo...." "OH SHIT" In a flash the pony before him darted in his direction. He managed to back step but not before the blade made a cut on his left front leg. This is going to hurt tomorrow, and where the hell is the backup I requested... Don't tell me they left me here....Fucking bastards "Hey calm down there! Rebels? What are you saying?" Strike flew up in the air trying to get a far away from that blade as he could. "I won't hesitate next time now tell me what this rebel business are all about?" Strike was ready to pull the trigger at any sign of hostility.



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Posted 01 October 2013 - 03:05 AM

She dashed forward faster then he could counter effectively, the edge of the sword dug into the pony's flesh . The crimson red washing over the blade, as her momentum kept her moving forward, the enemy flew into the air hovering over head. Pressing her hoof into the floor she spun around and to a halt using that momentum to stop her charge. She bite down onto the swords handle, "Don't play with me, you know exactly what I mean. I will not be your prisoner, I WILL NOT BE TORTURED!" She yelled out the overwhelming fear of being tortured, that primal act of forcing someone to talk through pain. She has seen it happen too many times, to too many ponies when she staged that coo in Canterlot. She was determined not to let that happen to herself. 

 

After her outburst of fear, and anger. She planted her hind hoofs into the ground, pushing onto the dirt and catapulting herself into the air like a projectile. She sword aimed for his left wing, her brow lowered down ready to protect her amber,orange eyes. All her intent focused of bring him back to the ground. Her wings tucked in after launch so they would no hinder her speed. 



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Posted 01 October 2013 - 02:21 PM

Silver saw the Mare walk out of the office and he smiled slightly.

 

'Yeah yeah just take me coffee and then leave...' He muttered. He returned to his desk and sat down. The chair was still warm from where Fleetfire had been sat in it for Celestia knows how long. He slumped lower and put his hooves up relieving his injury of the stress the earlier wound had caused him, picking up another mug and making a coffee. Taking sips off the drink he looked at notes that had been left on his desk. A report from one of the Sergeants about some supplies which had been brought back, an after action report that needed his signature and a medical note from the doctor about the admission of a young filly and the wounded from the raid. He filled out the necessaries and put them in his cabinet to be stamped later. He returned to his chair and put his mug on the side. As he began to close his eyes and drift off he went into a slumber, memories of his past filled his mind. Images of his brother and sister flashed before his eyes and fallen comrades lost before and after the Fallout. He was helpless to save them, he heard his name and an screams of young fillies as they were engulfed by a wave of fire having flesh and bone vaporized instantly. He awoke with a sudden jolt kicking his mug off the table, before is hit the floor he caught it with his forehooves and placed it back on the table. He realized now that he was in fact sweating from the dreams he was having. Come on Silver get a hold of yourself. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw he'd only be asleep for about 20 minutes. He decided he needed a walk.

 

Walking out of the office he saw that Strike had not yet returned. He picked up a radio from the desk and called for Sergeant Vectes 'Sergeant Vectes have you seen Lieutenant Strike around base at all?' He asked

 

'Negative sir he hasn't returned yet' He said solemnly

 

Well that's not good... 'Alright take a squad and head back to the Darkwing encampment. I want you to check if he's there.' He ordered

 

'Aye Sir, we'll leave right away' Vectes closed the channel. Silver knew he could rely on the young sergeant to find him. He was an expert in tracking and recovery, he just hoped that Strike was still alive to recover... Best not to think about it. Should go see how Miles and Nightsong are doing. He left the main building and went to the hospital, he saw the nurse stood outside the building talking to an older Stallion with a young filly which was coughing. She gave the stallion a bottle of liquid and a spoon, probably some kind of medicine to help with the cough. Hmm, rather not talk to her now then. I'll check by later. He decided to head into the Accommodation blocks to see how Fleetfire had settled in, he hoped by then that Nightsong or miles would be awake to answer his questions. 



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Posted 01 October 2013 - 03:11 PM

Silence engulfed the waking moments between dreams. Thoughts about the haunts the clutched at Fleetfire's soul, ghoulish remnants of what had been. It was all the same; she would close her eyes, fall asleep and wake up with a jolt from the scenarios that she relived and could never seem to escape from. She never screamed out anymore, for doing so only reminded her of the screams of those who had died. Many of those screams were pleas for help or, in many cases, for mercy. Those who had died by her own two hooves were some of the worst apparitions to steal her sleep. When their faces came back to her, begging for her to let them go, Fleetfire would try her best to justify her own actions. She had done what she had always done for her own survival, to keep herself alive. She had never wanted to kill anypony, the only reason she did was because she had been given an agenda to survive.

Fleetfire sat astride the bed now, justifying her motives and wondering what it was that kept her going, besides the will to survive. You came out of that vault, wanting for life to be a possibility again, she thought crossly to herself. If only she had the capacity to have that as a constant reminder, so she would never forget why she fought so hard, so she would never lose hope. If I am really looking for life, haven't I already found it? Questions unanswered buzzed in her head like a swarm of angry wasps. Fleetfire sighed and rubbed her temples, at this rate she would end up giving herself a headache. She stretched out and, when her hoof came down past her face, brushed a stray lock of red hair away from her eyes. She stood and trotted over to the bathroom, hitting the light-switch on the way over. A mirrored wall reflected her shadow-rimmed purple eyes, unruly hair and grim expression; pretty much her waking state these days.

Fleetfire dipped her head into the washbasin and pulled the knots out of her wet mane with a bristly comb. As she brushed, she found herself curiously drawn to her reflection in the mirror. A dark and beautiful mare looked back; how she had changed these past few months. She laughed softly and dumped her comb in the sink. What to do next? she wondered as she pulled her combat gear on. Her stomach answered for her, emitting a low rumbling growl. She grimaced at the achy bubbling sensation. Ah, of course. Before she left, Fleetfire levered Cloudburst off the ground and latched the heavy crossbow onto the thick strapping of her backpack. Ponies have less trust these days, she thought. With that, she gave the room one last cursory glance before heading for the door. Time to get something to eat.

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Posted 02 October 2013 - 07:15 PM

It was very dark. This frightened NightSong, as when he opened his eyes, there was no difference to the amount of light. He tried and tried to blink it away, until he couldn't tell if his eyes were being opened or closed anymore.

"What happened?" He thought, puzzled. He went over the past in his subconscious thoughts: The panic, the joy, the pain... He remembered that last blur of color before the dark. He knew that color anywhere: Miles. Why, then, were his eyes now failing him? Were even they unable to cope with the image of a face that he hadn't seen in five years? Were his own eyes against him, now?

He was subconsciously aware of a pricking at his skin. It felt like he was a poppet, being sewn together in a factory. He then felt a sharp jab in his left foreleg, and then a substance being inserted. After it was done, the sewing feeling seemed to flee from his senses, until it was gone. A minute of silence passed before the continuous wail of an alarm sounded. Scuffling was felt around him, and then two objects pressed against his chest.

A small moment passed, before NightSong felt a huge shock course through his body. He collapsed on the ground, convulsing.

"There it is! Do you see it!?"

"Yeah. I see it."

"Hey, listen, don't worry, I'll be fine. We're in this together."

Another shock arrived, sending violent spasms through NightSong's body. Foam appeared at his lips.

"See? I told you I'd get in! You worry too much."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

A third shock came, causing more spasms. NightSong cried out, begging for the pain to stop; begging for mercy.

"Why are you doin' this, Miles?"

"To fight for Equestria. To keep it safe."

"You sure about that? Or are you only here because I am?"

The fourth and final shock connected, causing the darkness to explode into bright light. NightSong yelled in agony, fruitlessly trying to shield his eyes from the blinding light, but it was no use; even his hooves seemed to be made of the light. Figures swam around him, figures that he recognized. They murmured various words to him all at once, and he could not distinguish what they meant. In a fury, he lifted his head, and screamed his lament to the heavens; his love for his peers; his last hope.

As if in response, the figures, the sound, and the light all faded, until there was nothing left but a dull, rhythmic beep that had been a shrill wail just moments before.

NightSong laid down, victorious, and closed his eyes, until he finally fell into a slumber, once again at peace.

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Posted 03 October 2013 - 04:08 AM

To him, no time had passed. Miles hit the floor and woke up, his mind going blank as the world around him changed in an instant. He vaguely remembered crashing face-first into a cracked linoleum floor, but he did not remember where or that he had been moved in the time his body perceived to be non-existent. Now he found himself on his stomach on a cushioned table in an off-white room, his legs dangling limply over the edges of the table. Where the hell... am I? What happened...? He cocked his head and took stock of the room he found himself in, but it was not familiar to his memory. He was not aware of where he was or how he had gotten there, but he felt sullied and weak, his body still seeping fire from every joint, every capillary, sending misery deep down into his bones.

 

He rested there for what felt like fifteen or twenty minutes, just glancing around the room with wide eyes as he tried to avoid the pain that flared up with every movement. He was not satisfied, though, and he felt a great desire to get out and figure out where he was and why he was exhausted. It took every effort to swing his legs over the table and hop down. The landing was not as graceful as he had hoped, but he managed to steady himself before taking a few weary steps toward the door.

 

It occurred to him that he must have appeared drunk as he limped and swayed through the halls of a building he could not remember. His weapons and equipment had been removed, but he didn't notice. He was only focused on remembering what had happened, but nothing here stimulated his mind into remembrance. Stairs glared at him menacingly, but he was undaunted in his fumbling attempt at climbing them. He managed, if only barely, to top the stairwell before finding himself in front of a reinforced metal door with a sign reading "EXIT" in large red letters. Nodding silently to the faded message, he put a hoof on the door and pushed, letting in a cascade of bright, blinding light. Miles reeled back from the burst, covering his eyes with the hoof as the door closed in front of him. His brow furrowed in annoyance, but he put the hoof back and prepared himself, pushing through the door and stepping out into the rotten, terrible world.

 

His vision was blurry and groggy, but he looked around hopefullyThe buildings were all familiar in their architecture and design, reminding him of... Academy, home. Home... my stuff? Where the hell is my stuff?! He twisted his head back and, to his dismay, found none of his usual effects on his flank or side. Strange, I don't remember taking it off... But I guess it'd be in my room, if it was anywhere. He sighed to himself as he stood back up on his wobbly legs. His joints and muscles were still sore and tired, but he was less concerned about it now that he remembered where he was and had a destination.

 

The trek to the quarters took him longer than anticipated, but he just kept putting one foot in front of the other. His mind and gaze were blank the entire trip, completely burned out by his previous over-overexertion. It was faintly unusual to him that his mind was not plagued by an internal conversation, but it was not evident that something was missing from his memory. He stumbled drunkenly through the hallway, passing two or three ponies with faces he should have recognized, but did not. He only managed to catch a glimpse of the worn plaque on which his name was engraved before he realized it was his name. Miles tilted his head curiously as he inspected each letter carefully. They looked wrong -- out of place. He scratched his forehead and shrugged before putting his weight against the door and pushing it open.

 

The room had not changed since the previous day. A two-pony table stood in the corner, both chairs pushed in. His workbench was clean and orderly apart from a few stray cartridges he had neglected to put away the last time he reloaded empty shells. The bed was still neatly made and nothing was out of place. His satchel and rifle were both resting on the table. Satisfied and still exhausted, he let his body go limp as he crashed down onto the bed. He had never really fit in that bed, but he made up for it by sleeping with his legs folded in, though he didn't bother expending any more energy to do so currently. He rested his head on the pillow, blinking slowly as he stared across the room at an empty section of wall. Something was terribly wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to put a hoof on it. His mind did not want to think and he was too tired to try.



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Posted 03 October 2013 - 07:15 AM

((At some point I'll have to get Fleetfire to stumble into you, Mr Miles; she will be happy to see her old friend and lieutenant again!))

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Posted 03 October 2013 - 12:38 PM

((At some point I'll have to get Fleetfire to stumble into you, Mr Miles; she will be happy to see her old friend and lieutenant again!))

(( Um, I need to introduce Belle'.. I need help lol)) 



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Posted 03 October 2013 - 12:50 PM

Belle awoke to another dust storm again. As she looked around outside the cave she stared at what seemed to be a distant memory.. As she looked out she saw lush green grass and trees with ponies playing in the grass..

 

Suddenly she is snapped out of her day dream by a group of ponies she was travelling with.

"Come on miss, it's time we get moving. you needed to head to where the academy was last seen right?"

 

"Uh-oh-right yea. Um how much further is that Sir? I need to get there soon"

 

"About a few clicks north. not to far"

 

Belle looked out over the dusty landscape still once again seeing the ponies playing around.

 

"Alright, lets get going"

Belle gathered her things from the floor and headed away leaving nothing but some old tatted fabrics in the ground. As she left the cave she got a glimpse of the sky above and saw some solid land floating in the sky. 

 

"Is that it, way up there in the sky?" Belle exclaimed as she pointed with her hoof up into the sky.

 

"Yes ma'am, that certainly is, I guess y'all best be get going"

 

"Tha-thank you sir" She moved up and stretched her wings.

 

As she flew up and headed to the academy, she looked down at the group and said her final goodbyes.

 

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Posted 04 October 2013 - 01:02 AM

Upon noticing the mare taking the stand to attack him, Strike prepared himself. I'm not gonna fall for that twice. Without thinking it twice he flew down in her direction crashing into her forehead. For a brief moment he stared at her eyes while blood dripped from his forehead. "ENOUGH" He yelled, trying to push her back. He felt woozy all of sudden, probably due to the blood lost from his foreleg. Shit...Urg... I can't take this much longer...



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Posted 04 October 2013 - 01:07 PM

As Belle flew upwards towards the sky she started to see more and more of the academy. 

 

*Sniff* Belle smelt fresh air, something she hadn't smelt in a long time since the bombs fell. She could feel it in her mane it getting cooler as she arose. As she came out of the clouds she saw the academy. She instantly went for the landing strip seeing ponies all over the place. As she landed she was questioned and left alone. She saw a red cross above a small cloud covered building She whispered to herself

 

"Ma-maybe I-I should head over there. I know my talents can be useful over there.." 

 

Belle slowly walked over keeping to herself as she was timid and didn't like many ponies she noticed a few here and there but keep to herself. As she walked to the tent out of the corner of her eye she saw the one thing that can make her not feel comfortable.. and that was blood.

 

"Ug-uugh. I need to help ponies not think of myself."

 

She muttered these words over and over keeping her attention away from the blood. 

 

As she entered the tent she saw nobody but a note and some ponies on a seat. She looked around and asked if anyone knew were the head medical officer was. All of them shook there head and she stood shocked, She tossed her bag aside and put on a white coat.

 

"For the others, not myself; For the others, not myself"

 

She swiftly started to treat the ponies with any medical attention they needed. 



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Posted 06 October 2013 - 08:00 PM

Silver entered the old Wonderbolt Accommodation building and found that it still had the same feel that it did before the Fallout. The activity area was now a supply room and the rooms which were no longer being used housed stocks of Weapons for Wonderbolt use only. Walking along the corridor the name plates of the Original team still hung there. 'Spitfire, Soarin, Wavechill, Misty and all the others. He got to Thunderstreak's and opened the door. He saw that the room and be preserved as of his request, nothing had been touched or added. There were pictures of the Wonderbolts performing at shows, his and Silvers pass out parade and a picture of the two ponies smiling in front of the Main building when they were promoted to Lieutenants. Silver almost didn't recognize himself in the photo, he didn't have his scars, he was wearing a pristine uniform but most different of all he was smiling. Although not a requirement it was something Silver wished he could do, but he didn't feel much anymore, nothing but regret and loss. True he'd been reunited with some old friends and they now had the supplies he had to face the fact that he'd still lost so many others and could loose the ones he still had. 

 

It won't come to that though, it'll never come to that again. He promised himself this 3 years ago when Thunder had died, he sacrificed himself by entering a sealed chamber full of radiation to open the vents saving the rest of them from suffocating to death. What's worse was that Thunder died slowly, not all of a sudden but as the Radiation slowly killed him he manged to talk to Silver. Words which will never leave his mind. It was my choice, for the rest of the team. I had to... He put down the old photo and went for the door, not able to relive anymore of it. He turned quickly before he left and looked at it one more time you didn't have to... He closed the door behind him and heading for his own room where Fleetfire was staying. Hoping her if anypony was actually up for talking to him.



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Posted 06 October 2013 - 09:07 PM

As she flew up towards the pony, she noticed his stance change. He charged back at her, the two of them colliding in air. She felt their heads collide the shear force of the impact sent her flying backwards into a few crates busting them open. Their contents spilling acrossed the floor. She cried out in pain feeling the bones in her wing, and her back left fore leg crack. The thick timber that made up the crates held firm as she laid below them.

"Ahhhh. D-damit!" She tried to stand up but as she did the lightning bolt of pain ran up her body. The weight was too much to handle, so she collapsed their looking up at his blirry outline as blood ran down her face. As she tryied to focus on him the immage blirred more till darkness. Her lids fell close passing out from the blood loss and pain from the crash.

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Posted 06 October 2013 - 10:54 PM

With pause, Fleetfire wondered who she would recognize from her past years at the academy. She hoped some of them if only a few had survived. She stared; the big door to her new quarters gazed woodenly back at her, beckoning to be opened. With a deliberative exhalation of pent up breath, Fleetfire opened the door and found herself facing up to Commander SilverWings who had just lifted his hoof to knock. "Oh, huh... hello commander," she said, working up a fresh smile, figuring out she was not at all that good at it. "So, um, uh, what- what brings you here? Well, I uh, I- I know it's your old room and all, but..."
Fleetfire cringed. She had lost her knack for small talk altogether. Another thing drowned in the past. She tried again, "Erm, hu- how can I help you, commander?"

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Posted 07 October 2013 - 08:50 PM

((Forum Roleplay feels lonely))

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Posted 08 October 2013 - 12:01 AM

((cant post waiting on tuddy)



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Posted 08 October 2013 - 06:37 AM

((Yeah I'd like you to get out of that situation as soon as possible because all your doing is shouting and running at each other. If you at least end up at the academy it will open a bigger RP oppurtunity so your not waiting for tudexd. Also Greeb I'll write a reply later I'm at college until like 5))

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Posted 08 October 2013 - 07:55 PM

((Hey! I was in Hogward getting a wond and donigs spells and shites))

 

The sound of crates breaking rang into Strike's ear. He fell to the ground panting. Holy shit she just exploded. Shaking his head he got up and looked at his foreleg before looking at the fallen pegasus before him. He ripped part of his jacket to bandage his leg and walked up to the pegasus. Damn... That look like it hurt... Upon looking closer he sees the timber on top of her. Hmm.. I certainly can't carry the supplies and her back to the academy...Fucking SilverWing, leaving me alone to handle such a situation... Strike tumbled one side to another  Let alone the fact that I'm not on my best state... Alright Strike let's do this.... Let's save yet another mare from certain death. I swear by the end of this I'll be a fucking doctor.

 

 

Strike used all his strength to remove the timber from the pegasus, He stopped for a second panting. I need a vacation...Shit her wing is broken... But I can't really see anything else that is damaged, so that's good. ((Strike rolls 1 in observation)) Alright Strike now what? Got it.Strike took his jacket ((Or what's left of it)) And gently dropped on top of her. Alright now for the lift....One.... Two ...Three...

 

Strike tried to get under her so he could lift her onto his back, after doing so he checked on the pegasus to see if she was alright. Great... Now onto the academy.... Such a shame to leave all this supplies though... I swear if I hear from Silver about not getting the supplies I'm killing him..

 

 

Strike slowly flew in the direction of the academy.



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Posted 09 October 2013 - 08:29 AM

Belle looks up as she wakes up from the floor seeing blood and bandages

 

"Wha..Wha..WHAT HAPPEND"

 

She looks around seeing nopony around and an empty waiting room

 

"I must of fainted, no pony wants help from somepony who faints at the sight of blood, goes to show im a nobody"

 

Belle slowly sobs to herself thinking she should just leave. another thought poped into to her head as she looked around.

 

"This place was full of ponies who need mending and nopony around to help them, I can't leave if I leave im just as bad as anypony who sits around and does nothing"

 

Belle then crafted a name tag for herself and began tiding up the lobby making it nice an presentable for anypony who should come in, As she slowly lifted sheet and pillow and made it nice she saw something shimmer in the corner, It was the pendent in her bag that her mother had given to her before she passed.

 

"I wish you where here mom, you would be proud of me, seeing me help other ponys in spite of my fears. I wish you where plain and simple."

 

Belle puts the pendent on and lets out a small tear looking at and remembering the day she got it from her mother, She then slowly made her way to the other parts tiding it up and clearing the once makeshift bed that was her desk. As she looked around she saw logs from before the blast noticing that ponies where coming in sick and being given nothing but pain killers, As she looked further she saw names of ponies that names had been whispered around the waiting room.

 

"I guess at some point I should see who ever is the commander and let them know that I am working as a untrained medical staff member"

 

She trots over to a bed at the back of the desk and gets some sleep.

 

(( I feel like, Belle could use of some interaction or a friend, anyone wanna help with that? PM about it if you want :) ))



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Posted 09 October 2013 - 12:40 PM

((We'll head over as soon as I talk to Greeb. Which actually will be today, sorry... Sure Silver would love knowing about an untrained doctor who suddenly turned up))

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Posted 09 October 2013 - 01:34 PM

Unprepared for the sudden response Silver just stared at the mare for moment 'Oh uhm yes Captain I was just here to... Check you'd moved in alright!' He lied, hoping that she wouldn't realize he wasn't just there to talk. Looking into the room behind her he saw it was all the same as when he'd last used it. All his personal belongings had been moved to his office upon promotion and he traveled home to Cloudsdale or Ponyville on the weekends so it only had the standard furnishings left. Bringing back his attention to Fleetfire he cleared his throat feeling the awkwardness of the situation. 'So-Uhm, i guess you've settled in?'   



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Posted 10 October 2013 - 03:39 AM

Glancing momentarily back into the room that was now hers and beginning to appear so, Fleetfire responded with a short: "uh, yeah, you could say that..."
Fleetfire eased the door shut behind her and stood in the corridor with Silver. "So uh, commander... I suppose there's something I could be doing around here, or am I completely devoid of use?"
Her adrenaline was surging as usual, but lack of something real to do had led to Fleetfire doing pressups on the bedroom floor. A second question intruded on her mind and, before Silver could answer her first one, she asked the second. "Is there anypony else still alive that I might know from before? What about, uh... Lieutenant Miles? It's been long since he and I... last crossed paths."
She hoped to high heaven that there would be somepony she recognized.

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Posted 10 October 2013 - 06:59 AM

((I can't really do anything atm *is passed out*))



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Posted 10 October 2013 - 12:09 PM

((I will wait in the fridge until IOWrover posts))

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Posted 13 October 2013 - 10:39 AM

((First of all I'd like to apologise for my absence both In game and Forum wise. I am heavily busy trying to find a new job as well College work. I'm not sure when I'll be back to normal but it might've some time yet. I'll try to at least stay Forum active))

"Of course Fleet there's always a use for you around here, we can discuss it later if you like." Silver thought about Miles and remembered he'd been released earlier "Now that you mention it I did mean to check on him. Earlier on he and Nightsong returned both injured but Night more so. I'm going to check on them now actually so maybe you want to tag along?"

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Posted 13 October 2013 - 12:24 PM

((First of all I'd like to apologise for my absence both In game and Forum wise. I am heavily busy trying to find a new job as well College work. I'm not sure when I'll be back to normal but it might've some time yet. I'll try to at least stay Forum active))


((I can relate. I'm training for Subway now, but it took me a while to find a job....))

Fleetfire felt both a surge of joy and a rather sudden jolt of worry for her friend Miles. She fumbled for the right words as her heart thumped in her ears. "Is- is- ...is he ok? I, uh... I mean, obviously he's not, uh... great, but... you know."
With a swallow of anxiety, Fleetfire met eyes with the commander. "I guess I should just... tag along and find out for myself, huh?"

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Posted 13 October 2013 - 01:33 PM

Silver could see the worry on her face "Don't worry he's only unconscious, no physical injuries that are permanent. He should be in his room by now so we'll check there"

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Posted 13 October 2013 - 08:06 PM

Fleetfire trailed along behind Silver, wondering what kinds of work she would be doing. No doubt, there will be mutations and bandits aplenty to fight, she thought. It was no longer a case of the bandits or mutations once being innocent ponies. Since the budding age of the arms race, friendships between ponies gradually waned; each now having a reason to distrust the other. Guns were the symbol of fear, especially of those whom one might once have named friend. Fleetfire had mild distrust of guns, figuring they were the one of the main antagonists of the era in which they lived. She carried a crossbow, enchanted of course, which she called Cloudburst. Guns, she had once decided, were something she would use if she had no other choice.

The door to Miles' room was dead ahead, so Fleetfire tried her best to push all thoughts of guns and violence out of her mind. Time at last to meet an old friend.


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