Hey there bronies and pegasisters, Bb4h here bringing you another chappy! ^_^ woot! Currently, untill the hiatus for 'Journy of Life' is up, i'll be working on this story. and this one is my second fave, behind JoL, of course. So untill December 10th, i can finnally work on this chapter without the nagging feeling that im not doing enough for Journy of Life. *relaxed sigh* ahhhh... lets read then, shall we?
Our road to position Gama had been compromised, to shorten up a whole data chip, our run along Gama had drawn the eyes of the Solar Empire's 'bird's'. Basically, Birds are ponys who wear a special helmet that gives them an eagles eye. And this particular bird had radioed us in and now we had three or four TD's on our ass, firing like they had never fired. Usually, The solar empires tanks shot in tandem, and in a percise order. Left to Right. But now, Their Tanks were firing errantly, They shot in random order. Thankfully, Nelly had decided to fly back to HQ and grab a satchel of smoke-grenades and one 90 pound Bomb. So she'd be back in under nine minutes. Give or take a couple minutes and she'd be back in action.
Our KV-1 was slipping and slidding, left and right, trying to avoid being shot. Our turret was turned a full 180 and was lobbintg back shells just as fast as the enemy tanks. We got a lucky shot when we tracked a TD and it imediatly slipped out of its treads and began to slide to the far right, unable to alter its corse, before finally slamming into the wall of a house, smashing through the glass and into the home itself. Now, only four TD's were left tailing our KV-1. I looked down at the mini-map and saw that we were coming up on ponyvilled irrigation ditch. And thankfully, the ditch lead straight to the Apple family farm, and the walls were too steep to climb back out of.
I rotated the turret and yelled at snippit: "FIRE ON MY MARK!" He gave a firm nod and held his trigger finger over the trigger, waiting for the word. when we came out of the ally-way and onto the main street leading to the ditch, i yelld to Sunny Days to make a sharp right. She followed through and we looked as if we wouldnt make it. but i had a plan. " MARK!" i yelled at snippit. he didnt hesitate and Fired the gun. The concussive blast, matched with our turning, caused us to slide just those few extra degrees to the right, causing our tank to compleatly avoid the irrigation ditch.
while the enemy Tank destroyers werent so lucky. they had been in the middle of their turn, when all of a sudden, the ground wasnt there anymore. and all they had left was air, and the ground that lay directly below them. Their tanks plummeted like bricks attached to cinder blocks and resulted in a massive and beautifull explosion from one tank and the last three were thrown across the ditch by the explosion, smashing their guns and their treads. i doubt that they would be driving anywhere, anytime soon.
for the most part, we had sustained several new dents from ricocheting bullets and had taken three direct hits. one of which, had put Top Notch under the radar for the time being. Missing an arm does that to ponys. and then the last two shots had missed anything vital, but had still punched a hole in the turret and one round was firmly lodged in the captians hatch. lucky the bastards didn't take my head along with it. Or else i would be very pissed that someone had blown my cover.
While the tank is slowing down and moving into and alleyway to hide and do minor repairs, ill tell you why my covoer would be blown.
You see, being the child of nightmare moon has some perks. like immortality for one. But one of the best perks is that i can't die. I just need to rest in darkness for a bit of time. I've been shot, burned, stabbed, gutted, poisoned, Drowned, anything you can think of, i've probably had it done to me. and each time i recieve a wound that cannot be fixed, i have to 'die' and that persona goes out the metephorical window. The only con of being the way i am, is that i can still feel EVERYTHING that happens to my body. Get shot through the head? no worrys, It only hurts for the next eighteen days. Balls blasted off by some extreamly angry mare? they'll grow back in two months, but the pain'll only last nine months. (fucking saddle arabia psychopaths...*grumble grumble*) And the only way i can die, is to use a blade forged under a full red moon and must be re-forged under a blue moon. but the chances of that happeneing are at a low 1%.
Anyway, we're comming out of the alleyway and comming out on Ash st. and 7th. I look at the mini-map and see that we are directly behind the enemy firing positions. Shouldn't be too long before we have compleate domanance over Ponyville again. We took it once, and we'll take it again. no matter the cost. Most if not all of the civillians are gone, having moved out or left out-right. but there are those ally's who wont join either side, but will fight for the side of their choice. Ponyville can't seem to make up its mind.
For a couple minutes, im just pushing the large ball of metal and slag out of the hatch, waiting for our air support to arrive. when out of nowhere, i see a pegasus land in the middle of the street. I am extreamly cautious about this pony, as she is whering a wonderbolt flight suit. Its basically the original design for the shadow bolts flight suit. Same skin tightness and same designs, just different colors and different factions inside the suits.
I slowly clamber out of the tank and crawl over to the edge of the alleyway, making sure im not caught. When i finally reach the edge, the pegasus is standing right in front of me. literally. Im laying there, in a pile of rubble, partially covered, and this mare is tanding directly in front of me. i could reach out my hand and be able to touch her tonned thigh's. But i won't. She is a wonderbolt, and judging from the hair and the stance of said pegasus, it seems like i struck big.
"ugh, where is that feather brain? we were supposed to regroup on this location." came the voice of the wonderbolts. her voice is only slightly marred by what sounds like a cigarett a day. Slowly creeping up to my full hight, i grab my handgun and slowly pull back on the slide, seeing the ammo had been pristene. Pulling it up to its level position, i had the mare at point-blank range. The mare pulled up an arm and looked at somthing on her wrist. probably a watch.
I reach forward and quickly wrap my arm around her neck, grabbing at the opposite side of her skull, while putting the exposed portion of the barrel up against her temple. "make a sound or try to fight, and you'll have a new hole to talk through." i said slowly, her body trying to fight at first, before giving up and drooping slightly. "W-who are you? and what do you want with me?" she said, trying to relax her body, so as to make the task of standing up to the hight of an earth pony as easy for her, as it was me.
"what im going to do, is take you back to HQ. You'll be debreifed on whats going on, and your going to give as much info to the NLR as possible. Is that clear?" i said, pressing the barrel into her temple slightly harder. She nodded her head in response, trying not to scream. I reached into my back pocket, keeping the gun aimed at the back of her skull. She didnt move. and it looked like she wasnt breathing. I whipped out the handcuffs and quickly placed her hands inside of them
She was oddly complient. I dragged her, after grabbing her around the waist, and brought her to the turret of the tank. she was still oddly rigid as i lowered her into the turret. With her inside the tank, there would be 1 person over the standard capacity. So she was shmushed into the turret with me and snipit. I mean, not that either of us was complaining. Although, snipit was touching her C-cup with his usless wings. Not on porpuse, mind you, its just the smallness of the turret that caused this to happen. ... Again, not complaining.
Our tank lurched forward with its cargo still held firmly in the turret. We made it to position Lima-niner Three, Six. and turned our bulky buddy, Spear Head, around and angled our tank into a modest firing position. The A-T turrets and the howetzers were all angled at the tanks holding position. which sadly, was not holding out to well.
"well, Colts and Fillys, we stand here, ready to aid our comrades in the field. Anyone wana say a few prayers to Faust before we begin?" I recieved blank looks. Even The wonderbolt stared at me. i shrugged and just looked to the top of the turret and began a prayer. "oh great princess faustia, we pray that these insolent fools learn their lesson, that even in death, they may continue to learn the wrongs they have wrought. Help us to sow the seeds of truth in the minds of Everybody in equestria, so that they may rise up and stand against the tirrany of Princess Luna. Novus Lunar Respublica, Amen." i said, clasping my hands together at the end of the prayer. A millisecond later, Snippit fired the round at a howetzer that had foolishly tried to get a better fix on our buddys. The explosion punctiuated the prayer and alerted the other Anti-Tank guns that someone was doing somthing.
We began our gun game. a routine thing me and snippit did whenever we went into battle. I spoted and called out a random point number. he fired and if he hit directly where i was aiming the gun, he earned those points, which when we got to HQ signafied how Many shots of Everfree Whisky he had to drink. You'd think that after his second shot he'd stop right? nope. The thickness and intnsity of the liquor only drove him to continue. untill the bottle was empty, that is.
Soon, before several Anti-tank guns were pointed our way, Gear Girdle and i had gunned down several swaths of enemy combatatanants. and Snippit had destroyed eight Howetzers out of twenty.
Before we knew what was happening, several of the howitzers had fallen silent to the explosions they witheld. Their crews being ripped to shreds. I looked around erantly through the last remaining scope, looking for what had happened. I clambered out of the hatch and grabbed the .50 cal and moved the gun left and right, searching for who or what had done that. I spotted Nelly in the air, an empty belt of Grenades waiving around in the air, and the large 90 pound bomb strapped to her chest was ready to drop.
I smiled while watching her, reminded of the days when she and i played games outside in the courtyard of the castle. She was just a simple guard. First year on the job for the First Lunar Republic. She was young. not just young, but REALLY young. about my age back then. for ten whole years the war had raged between nightmare moon and celestia, me growing up during all ten years. Princess luna, at that time, was due for a child at the time when she became Nightmare moon.
I was jolted out of my memory when the tank took a 105mm round to the tracks and the frontal glacis plate. I opened up on the howetzer in question, untill they fired a potshot at me, nailing my ribcage and sending me flying out of the hatch. i was thrown through a large brick wall by the bullet, sending me under a large pile of ruble and bricks and other random bits and pieces. I slowly clawed at the bricks that layed on top of me. I managed to claw them away and began to search for a quick escape route. luckily, the wall had fallen in just such a way, that a small and unstable tunnel appeared. I quickly craweld through, not wanting to be crushed anymore than i already had been. I had a broken ribcage and a large dented hole in my chest that showed the tip of the bullet. Sweet mother faustia, it hurt to breath! I could feel every individual rib rolling around in my stomach. i had one or two ribs sticking out of my chest and one lung felt colapsed.
After a self examination, i quckly ran for the tank, only to get the path in front of me shot and pockmarked by a submachien gun. Whipping out my pistole and turning around in a full 360 degree turn, i searched for the assailent. that is, until i remembered one thing. "pegasai..." i whispered under my breath, jumping back as i aimed skyward. There, in a bright Cyan and Golden flight suit, hovered a pegasus streamliner. From the bars on his shoulders, i deduced that he was a left-tennant. He held a grimace and kept his UMP.45 Trained on me, watching me for any sudden movements.
I thought on my feet as i began to run under the cover of a colapsed building. It looked like a warehouse from the outside. And upon reaching the inner sanctom, i was proved correct by what lay inside. Boxes and Boxes, some food and some weapons. A large stache of crates had been broken when the side i eneterd on had fallen onto the boxes. I ran over and picked up a couple clips of ammo for my SigPaw III. I quickly ran to hid behind a large row of crates when i heard the sound of glass shattering. This fucker dosent give up easily, does he? not some random foot sodier, no sir. I crawled into a small little space just as the S.E. slipstream flew overhead, searching for me.
When he made his nineth pass, i got fed up and hopped out of my spot, spotting him and taking aim. His left wing went off in a spatter of blood, then his chest erupted in a flurry of red. He was trying so hard to angle himself at me while plummiting to the ground. He was sooo close to. But ultimatly, he slammed into the box directly above me, giving off a sickening crack. He fell to the floor as blood began to pool under him. I looked at him closley, taking off his mask and flight goggles. His blue mane didnt ring any bells, but upon removing the face mask, i reeled back. It was soarin, the wonderbolts second in command. He lay there, unmoving.
I made a quick and stupid decision, deciding to try and save him. I lifted him up gently, slinging him over my shoulder and removing all of his ammo and guns. He had a hefty ammount of handguns on himself, i must admit. Upon removing all weapons, i began to run out of the building, the clips of SigPaw III ammo jingling about in my pockets.
Before long, i had reached the KV-1 and placed soarin on the turret, knocking on the hatch that snippit usually occupied. When he opened, his expression was pricless. "Sir?! what the fuck happened to you?" he asked, Me handing him soarin. He gently placed him into the turret, handcuffing him and wrapping gauze around the stub of a wing and his chest wound. The good thing about the SigPaw III is the penetraiting power. it wasnt enough to kill, but enough to wind a strong opponant and when used correctly, can kill somepony in one shot.
I then clambered off the tank and pulled out my SigPaw III, cocking the hammer back and prepareing to do something i didnt want to do, or like.
I Ran. I ran and ran and ran. straight down the middle of the road-way. My target? The howetzer crews. I Zig-zag'd my way making and S manuver, avoiding two of the rounds that missed their target by inches or even millimeters. I swear i felt one or two whizz by extreamly close to my skin.
I made it to Target one, Howetzer Number 5 out of twenty. this one was stuck driectly in the middle of the road, being extreamly cocky. I Vaulted over the metal bullet shield and landed on a soldier, winding him whil shanking my trench knife deep into the neck of a soldier who tried to rush me. He gurggled a response, but i had shot the remaining three soldiers with an entire clip from my handgun. The went down screaming.
I repeated the process eight times while the KV-1 shot the remaining howetzers i had yet to get to. By the time something finally changed, a little voice began to get a little louder each time i killed somepony. by the time this . . . 'thing' happened, The voice was louder and clearer than i had heard before.
"Yes! Kill! Crush! Destroy! End ALL Who oppose us! Let them drown in the blood of their kinsmen! Let NO ONE escape this day! They have brought the fight to our home, So we will end their suffering! GO AND KILL THEM ALL!" It screamed. It repeated these words over and over again as i made my way to the next howetzer. My sight was starting to go red tinged around the edges were spindly little red things, and all the color in the world had changed to dark red. the only thing i had my mind set on was killing the poor bastards in front of me.
Leaping over the barrier, gun and trench knife at the ready, i managed to kill the fucker beneath me by landing on his chest with one hoof and on his neck with the other. He squeaked out a scared response before getting a helping hand in the form of a hoof to the side of my skull. i was drawing my gun up to aim at the three in front of me.
I was thrown off of him temporarely giving him enough time to get up and dash away to the next Howetzer. I, however, focused everything on the one who had hit me. This stallion was about the hight and size of BIg Macintosh. But the disadvantage was lost on me. i might have been smaller than him by a couple of inches, i didnt let that get to me.
I whipped out my knife and sunk it into his chest, directly where his heart is. I moved with such blinding speed that even I didn't see it. I didnt even do that, i had no idea how i did it. but it happened. Then my body began moving on its own. My right hand reached up and gripped his throat. after wrapping the fingers around it, my are violently jerked back, Ripping out a large chunk of his neck. His jugular was spurting blood out at lightning speed. The Stallion fell down, the knife slidding out of his chest. The stallion layed there, grasping at his neck untill he finally died from blood loss and blood pooling into his lungs.
I turned around and fired off six bullets, my gun jamming in the process. the first and second ponys fell, bleeding from three bullt wounds in the back. the third just kept running. untill my body used that speedy rush crap again, and caught up with him. He managed to gasp out a yelp of pain as my arm wrapped tight around his neck.
My body brought him close and began to speak of its own accord.
"Foolish mortal. did you think you could run?" My body asked. The young stallion, just out of high school probably, Shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he stared deep into my own.
"Well then, Any last requests?" My body asked. The colt didnt move, he was paralized with fear. I saw his lips moving, hand clasping together. I peiced it together that he was either praying to Celestia or Faustia.
"What a shame..." My body said, its voice finnally regestering as demonic in sound. Before i could discern what was what, My body threw the young colts netck at my mouth, causing me to chomp down on his soft and exposed flesh.
His Pain filled Yelling was only for a short second, before being replaced with A gurggling scream. His face was pulled taut as he tried to scream his lungs out. What happened so fast, wouldnt end so quickly for him. He was choking on his own blood, tears flowing forth from his eyes like a waterfall. I watched as he struggled to breath, to cry out in pain, to live. I watched painfully as the life in his eyes extinguished. My body watched on, amused almost.
I managed to fight my way to the surface, moving the forign entity to the very bottom of my soul. I managed to lose the red tint in my eyes, and managed to regain my body. I kept the demonic voice for what felt like hours, but was actually minutes. during those few minutes, i yelled to the other Howitzer group.
"IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE DIEING TODAY, FUCKING RUN YOUR PRISSY LITTLE ASS'S OFF AND TELL CELESTIA THAT THE NLR WONT ... FALTER!" My yell echoed across the small circular space that occupied the dead, dieng and the husks of burned out 105mm howitzers.
They didnt wait longer than i hoped for. Except for the colt who i had initially stomped on. He just looked at me, then the body of his fallen comrade, before turning around and sprinting away.
I just huffed out a sigh of disbelife. I just ripped out somones neck, with my batpony fangs.
Ponys of equestria were not big into meat eaters. Like Griffons or Alphyns. They could eat fish, sure. but flesh of another living being? no. Especially when it was one so young, with so much potential. I just stared down at the corpse that i had recently made and saw a few things that caught the eye. Bending down, my knee's popping, i grabbed his wallet and his Dog Tags. His wallet for numerous reasons, but the number one reason, was that in it was usually that ponys loved one. And i was right. A Minty Green Pegasus with wite-gold mane stood there, holding her arm with her left hand, giving a loving and beautifull smile. Her Brown eye's giving off a radiance of love and compassion for the colt who orrigianally held it in his wallet. Upon flipping the Picture over, he saw the name of the mysterious mare, as well as a little note, ment just for him. 'Think of me when your out there, and keep yourself safe. ~ Sea Breeze'
This made the realization harder when he found a note in the same pocket as the picture.
'Dear Wild Berry,
I have great news! after visiting the doctor about the morning sickness, he has officially confirmed the growth of a foal! we are going to be parents! This will be wonderfull, Berry. Just you, me, and out little foal, all nestled up on the deck, watching the sunset fall over the western horizon. Please hurry home soon.
You're loving mare, ~Sea Breeze'
My mind went blank. This colt was going to be a father. Upon checking the date of the departure for the letter and checking todays date on my watch, i determind that the letter was sent only nine weeks ago.
Good faustia in the highest, what have i done?
I pocketed the picture, letter and the dog tag's. I had an idea to do somthing unheard of. And it was highly illegal for even a civilian to do, even more so for a general of the NLR. I'd be lucky if i got away with it.
I walked back the the KV-1, its turret following my movments through the wreackage. I made it halfway to the Tank before feeling Extreamly Exhausted. I had just passed one of my first howetzer kills, when i slumped down onto the frontal plate of the Howetzer. I could feel all strength leave my body as i slid down the face of the Howetzers bullet plate. I had lost all of my strength to stand.
Before i knew it, i was blacking out, Snippit was the last thing i saw in my rapidly darkening vision. Before long, i had blacked out.
And the day was replaced by the night time filled with all the screams from my past sins. All the kills i had racked were all screaming at me.
I fucking hate it all.
Hey there bronies and pegasisters, Bb4h here, Bringing you all a dark chapter and the conclusion to 'Ponyville attack Pt. 1'. Now, i know its unorthadox for me to write somthing like this. (unless your on fimfiction, then you'r just getting started.) And i feel it to. but i felt that the story needed some form of action. And this was enough action for me in three chapters. Anyway, hope to see you all later, And please do review. it will help me understand if theres anything to improve on.
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