The Guardsmen

by LePaw

Victor Guardsman, an active Special operative and his prototype companion Quad-drone, C.A.T - "Companion At Troubleshooting" have been transported to a lively world, with vivid colors and friendly ponies. His commander Finn Marcus has also been transported, but under very different circumstances. Its almost to good to be true, sadly, it is. Vic and CAT soon find out that no utopia,

1. The End, Well the First One

-The End, Well The First One?-

" I don't know if you've ever let someone down, got your ass kicked or straight up failed. But those are the moments that define us. They push you further than you've ever thought possible, and force you to make choices. No matter what the cost." — Cole MacGrath

"No contacts, sir." A young, yet eager voice called out. The two solders stepped down rusty stares, each step making a creek and screech.

"You sure rookie?" Responded a much more raspy accretive voice. The owner of the voice looked back and forth, untrustworthy of the other.

"Yes sir, C.A.T any movement?" (Numerous beeps) A extremely advance quad-rotor responded to it colleagues.

"All clear sir!" Both solders lowers there guns C.A.T lowered in altitude.

"You're doing fine Victor, C.A.T needs some improvement with response time." Vic looked up at C.A.T, who intern rotated so the camera mounted on her core was facing him. She hovered right in front of him, he expected her for any damage. Seeing no bullet impacts on it blades, he checked the bright pink bow tied on the base. "Oh,She's fine." Victor said pushing her away whale letting out a giggle.

Vic and C.A.T go way back. He was the first, and only person to volunteer for the C.A.T project. He had been given her as just a AI on a external hard drive. She was just a fancy USB back then, but that's not what Vic thought. He had hope for her. He made it his duty to build the rest of her himself with funding from "privet investors." Nether of them ever hoped to be on one of the best covert teams in the United Stated, USSS United States,Secret Service.

The mission they had been on was a cargo check, A suspicious ship had been abandoned in international waters. It was cheaper and smarter to send in the stealth team. Commander Finn was Victors commanding officer, he was a legend back at the academy. Vic and Finn had been on a few missions together, not enough to be called friends.

"C.A.T, scan for explosives." (Two short beeps) C.A.T emitted a blue light grid and proceeded to zoom about. In the corner of Vic's glasses he could see through C.A.T's view.

"So do ya have a girl back home?" Finn said casually. Victor found it a odd question, but seeing he was trying to make a conversation he answered. "Well, yes sir. She's the best girl in Texas. I was gonna ask her to-" "C.A.T Statues!" C.A.T made a high pitch beeping sound. "What is it!?" Finn said in confusion.

"contacts are top side, Get down." Vic whisperer C.A.T made a effort to quiet her fans. The rest of the team keeled down. The sound of foot steps echoed throght of the ship.

"Do you have the WMD?" the voice came from right above, it had a thick Russian accent. "Do you have the payment we discuss." Commander Finn back up to get a better view of his target and unfortunately bummed into a table. They looked throght the multiple holes in the scrap metal. "Americans; You- You Kill them!" A shower of gunfire covered the thin sheet of metal separating them. "C.A.T Thermal scan!" The positions of the enemies was displayed on Vic's helmets HUD. He clipped the safety off his Aug rifle and opened fire on the contacts, hitting one down. A thud followed by blood dripping through bullet holes, that had confirmed the casualty. Victor had the felling that Something was wrong, only two people to escort a WMD transaction. "Victor, find the WMD, I'll call for air force reinforcements." Vic nodded his head, he secretly wanted to test the turret prototype he installed on C.A.T if he had the chance.

The two ran up the stares, Vic was surprised to see no 'Welcome party' only a blood trail leading to the captains quarters. Vic motioned for C.A.T to arm her turret. "Stupid American scum!" C.A.T shot three times through the door. A tall middle eastern man stumbled out of the door reviling that he was gravely wounded but was hugging a silver suitcase . Vic saw it had a flickering red light,He had the stunning Revelation that the bomb was timed to detonate. "Commander we have a problem! The WMD is armed, I repeat the WMD is armed!" Finn ran up the stares as the terrorist took his last gasp of air. "Oh shit!" Finn's mind rushed with all the possible outcomes. "It- it's been a honer commanding you priv-" Vic interrupted his distorted CO. " Shut up, sir; there hast to be a fail-safe or- or something." C.A.T made a disapproving buzz. Vic looked at C.A.T, she hovered to him. He plucked he out of the air and held her tight. Both knew what was going to happen, and both had accepted it.

The bomb made a flat line beep. Nether of them herd, nether of them cared. The bright white light engulfed them, Finn shelled his eyes from the explosion.

Vic never had never so peaceful in his life, but to be fair he wasn't alive. Victor Guardsman could of died on that ship; his story could of ended there. But This was not the end of his story, nor was its C.A.T's, there story had just began. They where need, elsewhere.