Prologue

Mission report, Day 17, 2068, December -
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"First time using one of these government issued data recording things.", a heavily accented voice spoke. "Anyways, Lt. says we're on an important mission. Told me 'get your shit together, this is your first serious mission, being the new guy'. Whatever, probably just some recon stuff. How hard can that be, right?"
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It had been some time since the war began, but the rookie had never payed attention in the first place. Always got yelled at for dreaming during exercise drills. "Get off your pansy ass, rookie!" The drill sergeant would always yell. They all called him rookie... Well, he was a special unit, they don't often get privates in the Shades.

By the time he had finished recollecting past times, the squad had arrived at the Target area; The Hoofington Complex.

The actual mission objective was in suite 78 - A unicorn male by the name of Light Breaker. He possessed more than valuable information for the Argent Project.

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"Quit daydreaming, rookie. Let's move- and stay quiet. They don't call us Shades for no reason. Zilli, take point, rookie, keep watch on our flank."

"Gotcha", responded the rookie, with nothing more than a nod.

The rookie noticed that he was the only one without a rifle. All they gave him was some small .45 pistol. "What the hell was it supposed to do against an armored pony, dent it?" He thought to himself. As nothing interesting was happening yet again, he began to look at the surrounding area. Something wasn't quite right... They were in the middle of enemy territory, yet there was not a single guard or soldier in sight.

The rookie put on his soundproofing mask and opened the secure com channel. "Hey, Lt. Kellyx, check the motion sensor, I got a bad feeling about this place."
"Nonsense, you rooks' always act like th- hnng! Ahh!" Suddenly, their squad leader was impaled through the spine, and his assailant was already finishing the butcher. Before the rest of the squad could react, they met the same demise.

The rookie watched in horror as his squadmates were sliced n' diced in mere seconds. Yet, for some reason, nopony batted an eye to him. The rookie checked his jury rigged fore-hoof comuputer, modeled after a Stable-Tec "Pipbuck", and came to realise that his stealth clock had been on for over 5 hours without knowledge of it. The startled rook' activated the playback on his helmet cam, (which he also made himself) to see if it caught the entire massacre.

As if by sheer luck, it had activated as well. Perhaps it was a certain goddess watching his ass like mother had always told him... Not bothering to consider the cause, he began the long trot back to base to report the situation.

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BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

The now mutilated unicorn assassin who just 'happened' to be scouting the path back the Command now lied dead on the ground in a bloody mess.

"Maybe they knew I survived the attack earlier. Probably had their eyes on us from the start..." The rookie slid another mag into his not-so-small .45 he had just pet-named "Piece Maker", for obvious reasons.

Checking his Hoof-Tablet, the rookie came to realisation that 4 hostile pings were closing in on the area. He engaged his stealth cloak and prepped an extended mag.

"What the..." The rookie stared in disbelief as his squadmates approached from all 4 cardinal directions on him, despite being stealthed. "Shit, invisibility detectors, I hate those things..." He disengaged the cloak, and attempted to speak. "Well, I guess since you lived, you want my head for running away and leaving yo- the fuck?"

All 4 of them, no longer his squadmates, but pitch-black coated unicorns, broke into a full gallop, levitating massive energy swords in their wake.

"This is NOT my day..." The rookie grumbled as he narrowly dodged one of them. He proceeded to take advantage and take a shot at her. BANG! SPLAT! One down... "Gah! Fuck!" The rookie shouted as one of their blades narrowly grazed his flank, and sliced off the majority of his tail.

"It's one thing... To take the presence of my squad mates, to get the drop on me, but my tail... My tail dammit!" The rookie shouted as he did a roundabout and plunged his left hoof-blade in between the unicorn mare's eyes who was responsible for the deed. He almost relished in the look on her face...

"Who's next?" Cried the furious rookie, hoping his rage would inspire one to try and take advantage. "You are," Whispered one of the two remaining unicorn mares. She pulled the blade up to his neck while the other one approached him from the front, preparing to finish him off.

"You have a sexy voice, but it's a shame yer gonna die, bitch!" The rookie yelled as he bucked the mare whom held him captive strong enough to shatter bones and popped the other one the in horn. She screamed in agony, and the rookie soon realised it wasn't and instant kill. "Be glad I'm a mercy killer..."

BANG BANG!
The rookie made two more notches on Piece Maker, and began the long trot back, sure that he was clear of any more attacks. Not before scavenging the bodies and taking all the tech they had of course...

"I'm gettin' too old for this shit..."

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FALLOUT Equestria: The Other Side