Equestria Warfare: Ponyville
Written by Frost mantis
This Chapter is inspired from Our Baptism of Fire written by Oranges Who Dance With Apples.
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Chapter 1: Takedown
The early morning sun slowly made its way into the center of the baby blue open sky as it emerged from the distant mountain tops raining a shower of sunrays down upon the endless desert waste land now turn apart by war. Gun fire echoed loudly throughout the ruined streets of the city as blood stained the dirt and stone roads as blood shed from both armed forces and civilians was not a rare sight within the streets of the war-torn city.
Located not far from the center of the city was a small convoy of armed vehicles that had come to a completely halt when their lead vehicle Stryker was hit by four RPG rounds causing crew and passengers to attempt and flee the burning vehicle from the back camp, but mowed down by machine gun fire by enemy forces. With the Stryker taken out and blocking the road the four Humvees behind it desperately attempted to pull back, but were all ripped apart by RPG and machine gun fire.
"Neon, Neon! Do you copy? This is Stalker 0-1. I got message that your convoy has been ambushed! Neon!" A voice echoed loudly through the lead Humvee which was now shredded apart and overturned to its side during the ambush. Once again, a loud voice called out loudly through the radio as the radio had amazingly survived the ambush without harm, but to a few on watching civilians horror who had taken shelter in nearby alley ways the Humvee occupants hadn't been so lucky.
A voice grunted lowly form the back seat of the lead Humvee was an American soldier with bandanna around his neck. The soldier slowly lifted his face as his eyes scanned his surrounding area.
"This is Stalker 0-1, if anyone is alive I need confirmation right now! We have a high valued target escaping on foot heading to your position! We can't lose him!" The voice called out over the radio as this time slightly more aggressive as he attempted to sound as clam and collective as possible. The soldier pulled himself toward the front of the Humvee where the radio was still in place. He reached his hand grabbing the radio and brought it up to his face.
"...Preacher, this is Stalker 0-2. Everyone is dead as our convoy got ambushed. Neon is dead." The soldier said lowly at the radio as he released the talk button. He eyes fell upon the dead driver. Pinned upon the upper part of his plate carrier was the insignia of a Warrant Officer. The man was the officer in charge of the convoy and was known by his nickname Neon.
"Kojak?" Preacher called back.
"Yes sir. I think I'm fine." Kojak said.
"Kojak, listen up. Myself and the support platoon are under heavy fire." Preacher said as there were gun fires and shoutings at the background. "We're pinned down in the city square and Khaled Al-Asad is escaping on foot. We need you to stop him." Preacher explained as the veteran First Lieutenant realized that the OpFor commander had slipped through the fingers of many American armed forces including 75th Ranger Regiment. Al-Asad had caused many casualties during the war and it was time for him to pay.
"By myself sir? Is he alone?" Kojak asked.
"Not certain, but looks like he brought several OpFor with him." Preacher said.
Kojak thought for a moment. He sighed then clicked talk button.
"Roger that. I'll get it done. Stalker 0-2 out." Kojak barked into the radio.
"Good luck. Stalker 0-1 out."
Kojak placed the radio down and picked up his M4A1 in front of his seat, climbed up the Humvee, pushed out the door. Kojak held his M4A1 on his sling, then jump out from the wreckage of the Humvee. Kojak entered the open street of the city, lowered his body to crouch position his eyes never leaving the roof tops and alley ways. He pulled out his rifle. Still crouched, he slowly approached the Stryker his eyes falling upon the five dead American soldiers that littered the back ramp all of them covered in bullet holes as they never got a chance to fight back. The inside of the Stryker was releasing a thick black smoke as the RPG rounds had destroyed the front of it and killed the two drivers within seconds of impact.
"Don't move." A voice said aggressive as Kojak aimed his rifle at the Stryker. Emerging from the thick smoke of the Stryker emerged a figure the man wore plate carrier similar to Kojak's, expect for the fact that man wore a balaclava with goggle and aimed a ACR 6.8 with Hybrid Scope towards Kojak his vision blinded by the smoke, but his hearing was able to pick up Kojak's foot steps.
"Crosby?" Kojak said lowly as he was able to make out the figure who suddenly stumbled from the thick smoke into the open.
Crosby nodded as he turned the barrel of his rifle away from Kojak. The two men were both assigned in team Stalker. Crosby was the latest member to join the team and Kojak started to talk to him first. They became friends after several missions they went through together.
Crosby had been in the Stryker with the others when the ambush occurred. Kojak knew Crosby was a man of few words when it came to expressing himself, but Kojak knew he could trust Crosby.
"Crosby, we're the only survivors and it seems Al-Asad is heading our way. Preacher and support platoon are pinned down." Kojak briefly explained the situation.
A voice erupted from down the street causing the two Delta Force operators to jump to their feet their eyes carefully scanning the street ahead of them. Emerging from a nearby street corner were about twenty heavily armed OpFor. The simple sight of them sent nearby civilians fleeing for the safety of their house.
Crosby ducked lowly behind the Stryker as the OpFor walked down the street towards the destroyed convoy acting as if they had ownership of the city. Suddenly, entering the open street was six other OpFor members their face covered as they shouted at the salvage team, upon this whole salvage team spun around and quickly armed themselves with their guns that were once casually thrown over their shoulders a few seconds ago.
"Al-Asad." Kojak muttered as his eyes fell upon the forty-year old Afghan man who was a highly respected commander within the OpFor militia. Al-Asads face was red and his legs were shaking uncontrollably as he had fled from the rest of the American forces, the constant fear of being capture within his mind.
Al-Asad was shouting out orders as the group of OpFor militia quickly begun to spread out scanning every alley way fearing that the advancing American forces would jump on them, they still haven't gotten word that the Americans are pinned down. Realizing that his men had taken care of this street and secured it by taking out the advancing forces, Al-Asad must have assumed it was safe to use the street as an escape route.
"He has no idea we're here." Kojak muttered lowly as he crouched down trying to stay hidden as much as possible, but OpFor were closing in and two sergeants had little cover to use.
"Stryker is useless, the machine guns on those Humvee are destroyed, and there are only two of us." Kojak stated realizing they will have to hold off OpFor militias long enough to take out Al-Asad, and then somehow take out remaining enemy forces without any support. They were on their own.
"Sounds unfair for them." Crosby said.
Suddenly, any kind of surprise they had went to hell when a young face Afghan woman came charing into the street screaming loudly as she pointed towards the burning Stryker standing in the center of the street. Crosby and Kojak watched in shook as the woman rushed back into the house for cover just as several OpFor formed a wall in front of Al-Asad and the others opened fire upon their position.
"Ah crap." Kojak swore.
Kojak held his rifle tightly fearful of being hit as bullets now ripped through the air picking up dirt and ripping apart metal as the OpFor unleashed hell upon the two stranded operators.
"Al-Asad isn't making a run for it yet, they must know there is only two of us!" Kojak cried out. Kojak peered down the ACOG scope mounted on his M4A1 and lining up the cross hair with an incoming OpFor. Kojak fired off a burst of three rounds hitting the man directly in the chest. Kojak wasted no time and glided his rifle barrel slightly to the left, unleashed a spray of bullets upon a RPG team his barrage of bullets ripping them apart.
Crosby carefully fired off short burst from his ACR 6.8 upon incoming OpFor aiming for the torso instead for the head to make sure more hits, but no matter how many OpFor he took out another took the fallen man's spot.
"They're rushing us!" Kojak cried out as he stumbled backward firing off three shots towards a machine gunner missing first one, but two pierced the man's chest.
Crosby lined up his Hybrid scope carefully with a OpFor who had picked up a fallen comrade's AK-74 and started to fire the gun upon Kojak's position. Lining up the Hybrid Scope with the man, Crosby wasted no time and pulled the trigger. Crosby watched as three bullets hit man's chest and his once tense body became limp.
"Look out! RPG!" Kojak roared loudly as several bullets whizzed directly past his head and dug deep into the ground around him forcing the Delta operator to take cover behind the burning Stryker. Crosby felt himself get thrown to the ground as a single RPG round ripped through the ground near by him causing his body to surge with pain. Kojak ripped out the empty magazine from his M4A1 and pulled out a fresh one from his vest slamming it into the rifle quickly trying to give the enemy no time to close in on their position.
"Crosby!" Kojak shouted at his radio as he fired off a few shots from his M4A1 towards three incoming gun men mowing them down in the line of fire.
Crosby was lying on the ground. Everything he heard was muffled and echoing. he got up then looked up to see Kojak running over to his place firing several shots at OpFor. "Crosby, get up!" Kojak helped Crosby getting up. Crosby got up then followed Kojak firing off his ACR 6.8 few shots.
Kojak spotted an incoming OpFor firing machine gun at them. He quickly reacted by aiming his M4A1 at the man's leg then pulled trigger. The man fell to the ground and showing the man no mercy, Kojak aimed at fallen man's chest then fired two shots.
"We're thinning them out!" Kojak called out unloading his M4A1 upon now slowly advancing OpFor forces.
"I'm moving up!" Crosby barked at his radio as several bullets flew by his head as he turned around to inform Kojak of his plan to change position.
"Got it!" Kojak answered back.
Crosby quickly spun out in the opening firing off several shots blindly towards the enemy before he sprinted forward finding cover within a nearby alley way as Kojak launched a frag grenade high into the air. The explosive ripped apart a group of OpFor militias who were struggling to set up a rocket launcher. Crosby nervously peered around the alley way corner catching sight of Al-Asad hiding behind the safety of a nearby car with five of his body-guards laying down cover fire for him as he planned to make a run for it.
"Kojak, Al-Asad is planning on making a run for it!" Crosby spoke to his radio as he suddenly noticed the forty-year old OpFor Commander rose to his shaking feet. Al-Asad scrambled forward as several of Kojak's shots hit the ground around him, but couldn't find their target from the distance. Crosby prepared to take aim upon the fleeing OpFor Commander when suddenly his body guards opened fire on him.
"Shit." Crosby ducked for cover within the alley way as bullets ripped apart at the building's wall, but suddenly the gun fire stopped. Crosby hadn't noticed it but the roaring sound of a helicopter echoed throughout the air causing Crosby to emerge from the alley way to find a AH-6 Little Bird hovering over his head.
Crosby noticed the remaining OpFor had been took out by the Little bird's Minigun turret.
"Crosby! Al-Asad is getting away!" A voice cried out as Crosby caught sight of Kojak sprinting past him in hopes that they could still catch Al-Asad.
"Where did that come from?" Crosby asked.
"I was able to make contact with it by radio. Apparently, they're a support unit sent to help us." Kojak explained as the two Delta Force operators sprinted through the city's streets their eyes carefully scanning for fleeing OpFor Commander who was trying so desperately to make another one of his daring escapes from American forces.
"This is Hornet Five-Three. We've spotted the street on your left. There's an alley way to your side that you can use to cut them off. Be advised, he is with five tangos supporting him, over." The co-pilot of the little Bird informed the two Delta Force operators as it was hovering high that it had a full view of their half of the city. However, the Little Bird was unable to provide any more air support for them due to fact that they wanted Al-Asad alive and the Little Bird's Mingun would be too much risk.
"Follow me!" Crosby called out as he took a sharp left into an alley way which was filled with old wooden supply crates, but separating them from the other road was an old beat up wooden fence. Not even wasting a second to think of a way over the fence, Crosby charged forward breaching through the beat up wooden fence and sending him stumbling into the opposite street.
"Stop!" Kojak cried out as he raced right after Crosby with his M4A1 held high his eyes peering down his ACOG scope as he entered the same street as Al-Asad and his men. Al-Asad and his men were shocked to see that the two men had been able to catch up with them. Giving Al-Asad's body guards no time to react, Kojak lined up his cross hair with one of the light machine gunners and fired off a short burst hitting the man directly in the upper torso with three rounds.
Before Al-Asad's men could even react to the lost of one of their man and sudden appearances of two determined enemies, Crosby was able to get a hold of his ACR 6.8 and aimed down the sights, picking the closest target to him. Crosby unleashed six bullets right at the man hitting him with four of them. Kojak and Crosby quickly made fats work of the three remaining body guards leaving a fear filled Al-Asad standing alone in the street his legs shaking as he stood there confused.
"Al-Asad, give up!" Kojak shouted angrily as the thought of Neon and the others who were killed during the ambush fueled him with rage and hatred.
"You two are just common soldiers who are paid dirt to do the jobs of rich pigs! let me go and I can make you two men very wealthy!" Al-Asad cried out in broken English as he watched nervously as his two captures slowly approached him their weapons locked upon him. Al-Asad gulped lowly as he realized it was hopeless to try negotiating with them.
"This is Stalker 0-2. We got Al-Asad, I repeat, we got Al-Asad, over." Kojak muttered lowly into his hand held radio as Crosby threw the OpFor Commander to the ground rubbing the man's face in the dirt. Crosby handcuffed Al-Asas's hands behind his back then put a bag over his head.
They finally got Al-Asad.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so forgive me about some mistakes. Also, like I said on the top, I got this chapter from 'Our Baptism of Fire' by 'Apples Who Dance With Oranges'. I thank Apples Who Dance With Oranges for accepting me to use the chapter.
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Well, that's it guys. I'll see you in next chapter.
Frost Mantis out.
