Authors note: well….I'm back, and ready to light up the target! Pumped on a freaky mountain dew-eggnog hybrid drink, and with several weeks and brilliant ideas, not to mention some help from robbytherouge and shadowfire117 (my only regret is a didn't ask more questions to them)…
See, this story is different to me; the plot just flowed out of my head….and I am trying something new that shadowfire suggested: take my time, give the story some "life" to it….
Oh, that I did… I tried my best for this story, and now comes my moment of judgment in the eyes of my fans, readers, and critics (if any of those I mentioned)
Here it is:
Fight for Equestria: book 3 friendship is ironic
By: Michael Blackburn
Plot: it is now 2575, and nothing out-of-whack has happened…after all, who wouldn't think that? The tiberiuem problem is over, no Nazi zombies left…WHY WORRY? Well, because of that attitude, shit stealthy hits the fan in a way I am not mentioning to keep my storyline secret.
ALL RIGHT!
Let's do this shit! LERRRROOOOY JENNNNKINS!
CHAPTER 1: where are they now?
BEEP IT IS NOW…..10:00….UNSC STANDERED TIME….WAKE THE FUCK UP: GENERAL WATERS. That is all.
Marcus cracked his eyes open, pulled out his pistol, and blew his alarm clock away with a full clip. He slowly climbed out of his bed, and looked in the mirror; things weren't the same anymore…the UNSC gave him a fat promotion, then barely sent him ANY mail after that…that was 3 years ago.
He pulled out his dull razor blade and started to shave, hoping that it would slit his throat….things were getting boring for him…..2571, there was fighting….2572…MORE fighting…..on the day that marked one year past 2572, the entire equestrian army was on red alert, in case some bullshit happened.
Nothing happened.
The drill went on for 2 years, until 2574, when they figured "FUCK IT! We got shit to do."….it was then on the bond between Marcus and the town (even Mendez, his friend) started to fall apart. One night, he grabbed his gear, and left town; he now lived in a small jury-rigged UNSC bunker in the military graveyard for tanks from the first battle of Equestria; the graves of his original men were even there…he knew they were the last remains of humans around.
As he finished his half-assed shave, he walked to his table and pulled out a potato, and ate it whole; it was all he had left, just a 300 pound sack of em' that was all he could carry, everything else, he made or found…his life was very simple now.
He had a meager place to farm outside, and he hid in his house most of the day just in case if the princess was hunting for him. He sat in a folding chair that looked out his window and sighed.
Meh. I blew up my bar anyway to cover up my escape, where else could I go?
He still didn't know why he did that; he was going to quietly leave town, but it just so "happened" the princess was in town to "visit". Marcus then activated a timed charge and 700 pounds of C-12 and escaped town as well as faked his death to live a life free of fear from the princess.
Yet he felt like shit; he was just a relic of a conflict that was never going to need him again. He wondered how ridinoff was doing at that time.
(Meanwhile, in canterlot…)
Ridinoff huffed in annoyance as his douchebag intern asked him if he enforced "don't ask, don't tell" back in the war; it was moments like this he wished he still had his CCSH, but being a paper-pushing quarter-master for a military food supplier wasn't his idea of "fun"
He had always been a pony of action, and he was the last "true" person in equestria's army/ combined assault troops, when no-one showed up for the roll calls and he started floggings to remedy that. the princess had him transferred to a desk job after 467 troops had the flesh basically removed off their backs; the princess didn't openly say this, but she would have sent him to the moon if the public didn't like him so much.
Either way he looked at it, it meant 10 more years of listening to douchebag's like this private who was greener than even Chernov was at one time!
The private stopped for a moment, then asked "so, how many dicks did you suck to get your rank?"
Ridinoff stopped, looked at him and said "you will regret saying that." Before the private could think of a witty comment, he screamed in pain as ridinoff fired his suppressed CZ pistol into his side, and then stepped on his neck; Ridinoff started laughing manically.
"uh sir?"
Ridinoff stopped laughing, as the private tapped on his shoulder; ridinoff had been daydreaming, he looked around the office and saw everyone staring at him. He slammed his head into the table and muttered "I wonder if I could retire…."
(somewhere in ponyville…)
Mendez went to the fridge and grabbed a few apples; it was all he could afford at this point. He was now working 17 jobs to pay for 459 colt support bills, and applejack helped him out this month and gave him some food…for a price.
Ever since Marcus's bar exploded, he realized something: he had to do work now. Dash had to clear the skies so much, they hadn't seen each other in a year! He couldn't seem to hold a full-time job because he was to focused on mares; he was feeling less of himself lately.
He looked in the cracked mirror in his restroom and sighed, he needed a break from all this; maybe it was feeling of major resentment that led to the shitty lifestyle he lived at that point. He was reaching over for a towel to make a noose when something hit him:
Maybe there was more to life than he noted; he needed to go on a "soul-searching" trip, for an unlimited amount of time….
Before he could think of a reason to argue, he had 3 days worth of food in a saddlebag, and he was out the door; he needed to discover something new.
(Elsewhere, deep in the former "red zone" at the GDI remnants "fraternity of tin" citadel …)
"OK! CLEAR A PATH, THE CRANE IS LOWERING IT IN!" a paladin yelled as they cleared the courtyard; there elder would be proud of the lyin' pride's new find; after they were cut off from GDI command, and left on this planet full of ponies, a brave commander stepped forward to make a army that would protect the denizens, and put humanity that was in this dimension on a foot-hold.
Their main mission was to find alien technology that was left behind by one of the many factions that had fought nearly 5 years ago; normally, they maybe found some guns, a tank or 2, but today, they found something near an old NOD base.
it's last records showed it was of "American" design, but was captured and up-gunned with a number of extra weapons systems; it's code name was "liberty prime"…but after a field investigation, it's recording of the last user's brain-waves change it from "liberty prime" to "liberty pie"
The paladin watched in awe as it was lowered into the lab; he hoped the fraternity could use a monster like that.
(inside the lab…)
Scribe lolschild frowned at the hulk of a robot; it was still "intact" and henceforth "salvageable" , but it wouldn't be easy; it was hit and knocked out by a "temple of NOD" nuke, and only parts of the legs, the arms, and head were still in one piece, the chest was torn open and most of the weapons were sheared off.
A scribe ran up to him and handed him the diagnostics they ran on the unit; it still had its lasers, a small array of nukes, its flamethrower, and an arm-mounted 20-MM cannon.
Lolschild was head elder, and leading scribe; he had a policy that was hung on a banner, to more-or-less motivate, and it read:
CAN WE FIX IT?
NO- IT'S FUCKED.
He chuckled as he went to the head computer and started to put in orders for the reclaimer hub to send juggernaut and MARV parts to them.
It was time to get to work.
Authors note: if you don't get my satire of the brotherhood of steel, I pity you.
Well, as you can guess, shit ain't lookin' too good for the guys, and what is the fraternity doing with liberty pie? (Remember in my second story, how for 5 minutes pinkie pie was controlling that robot, and had her brain copied into it? That means a huge pinkie pie, in my opinion.)
Well, now comes the crucial part:
What did YOU think of this? Has my crazed typing gotten better in layout? As I have been begging for the past few months,
PLEASE, read and review!
Well, you guys are gonna see a LOT more of me, and this story.