A/N Sorry for the long chapter, it was confusing at the end sorry as well as it took me two months and with different ideas sticking, it was difficult to even form the story into a coherent storyline.
Well now to unveil the PLOT!. And one of the main characters.
And also sorry for the time its taking me, I have about one hour a day now to myself, the rest is spent for the military or getting home. I'll try to get the next chapter out when I can.
Somewhere in Equestria…
350 feet below surface.
Bunker: Alpha 7.They say that the Cold War always bought out large bunkers designed to resist nuclear warfare in odd places. Bunker Alpha 7 was no different. Except it doesnt to either of the world powers now. It belongs to Equestria now, even almost 30 years after the war that could have destroyed all life on the planet, it is still active.
The bunker is still teeming with life.
It is still working.
In one of the main facilities in the bunker, there is a catwalk overlooking a large chasm, except it's a manmade chasm, machines fill it, flickering lights in various places. Despite the Cold War being over, this place certainly wasn't, neither was the experiment, crazy stuff like flying monkeys and nuclear cabbage . Except the experiment going on in this facility wasn't as stupid sounding. In the middle of the chasm, in amongst the flickering lights and the meters of machines, there is a walkwaythat leads through the middle of it, it is bedecked with scientist's madly working away on control panels and security personnel regularly walk through on their never ending patrols, assault rifles in hand.
Three men appear from a elevators closing doors, the exposed shaft shows just how far deep the bunker is underground, safe from all harm. The three men walk in a line, two of them are guards with heavy machine guns, the third is an officer, he carries his helm under his arm stiffly like someone is going to steal it.
They pass the first gate arch. Poseidn's real awakens.
His pulpits on his soldiers mark him as a captain. The officer and his two guards kept walking onwards until they found what they were looking for, a scientist with a white lab coat and glasses greats the captain as the two guards are motioned to leave them.
They stand under the second gate arch. Between the realms and bounds of light and death.
"So this is what I have been here for, to look at some bird?" The officer takes the data slate the scientist has given him, looks at it and angrily hands it back.
"Some bird would be an understatement; this is cloning and fusion at its finest Captain". The scientist defends his project, he sneers.
"Fine, don't waste my time. Why have I been bought here?" The officer asks, still wondering in amusement why his precious time has been wasted by coming to this god forsaken place.
"Simple you are aware of subject S?". The other man in the white lab coat gets on to the point he is trying to make.
"Yes". If the officer didn't know about Subject S then he was mad, he was briefed upon what action to take if Subject S was needed to be put down or….worse.
"Subject S was created because SHE could not bear a certain type of child; however Subject S has been moved, we have identified its accomplices as various types of people, one of them is a man I am sure you will recognize". The data slate the scientist gives shows the picture of a large man, he is shown holding a rpg with a destroyed helicopter in the background, a necklace hangs from his neck.
"We know him only as Dimitri, former GRU, left when it was disbanded, a dangerous man indeed. The Russian government wants him back". The scientist tells the captain some background information before giving the data slate to a aide.
The officer ponders for a second before realizing that this could be the thing that will advance his career.
"Tell me more".
"Yes Captain Shining Armour".
"Follow me please". The Scientist points to an exit and he leads the Captain there.
They move under a stair case, leading deeper into the facility. They pass a sign which reads. Rainbow Factory.
Hundreds of mutlicoloured wires and tubes bracket the dark tunnel underneath.
"Why the colours?". Shining Armour asks.
"Because it's the only way our project can be kept calm".
"….what?".
"I present to you, Captain Shining Armour…". The lab coat presses a button and in front of them a glass case is revealed to show a strange being inside, the rainbow colored tubes inside engulf the creatures body like permanent wires to keep it alive. Except it is breathing on its own, it has a pair of unholy large wings that flap in slow scyronised beats, it has large arm muscles and bloated hands full of grim and dark veins.
On hearing the two enter near its confinement the beast awakens.
"Our pet project and the first of its kind…. Leviathan".
Hearing its name, the creature opens it eyes and stares straight at Captain Shining Armour, there he sees it eyes. For a second they appear human, then rainbow multicolored until the pair of orbs finally rest on two brownish eyes.
It looks terrifying like a man he knows.
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Equestria.
Strakas house.
Straka
Straka stared down the man in front of him. The princess's son had stripped down to his T-shirt and shorts for greater flexibility. He hoped that this would give him an advantage.
Well he hoped, he had come close to beating the man infront of him, but had never finished it. "Are you done daydreaming". Dima grunted in front of Straka, a bored expression in his face as he twiddled his thumbs..waiting. "Hit me then if you don't want to wait". Straka calmly retorts, confident that Dima would wait for him for strike. His hope is not accepted however as a massive punch is swung by the Russian, Straka barely dodges it as he side jumps and launches a kick of his own, intent on knocking Dima down with a quick swipe. Unfortunately Dima sees it coming and grabs Straka leg twisting him backwards. "You call that a kick?, get up and do it again". Dima joked with his crazy sense of humor and readied his fists, wanting some fisticuffs because that's how men fight!. "Fuck you, how do you even manage to second guess everything?". Straka swore, sometimes how his friend managed to sixth sense his every move was just plain unnatural. "I be like Spetsnaz". Dima replies quickly before throwing a hammerers punch, Straka blocks it and returns with a uppercut, however once again Dima sees it coming and he rams his tattooed elbow into the other boys punch before finishing the fight with a well-aimed kick to the stomach. "You really are aren't you?". Straka grunts as the pain kicks in. By pain.
"I wish I wasn't sometimes". Dima acknowledges, his sparring sessions with Straka have always been one-sided, but he feels that the boy is holding back, that theres something there. Something that is keeping Straka from reaching his full fighting potential. Dima knows this and he is doing it the way he was taught.
Straka tries to bring up a defence but Dima knocks him down again with a heavy punch that sends him reeling. He realises that the Russian won't stop until he can hurt him. He grunts in pain as he realises that his nose is bleeding, he ignores it and continues to fight. The princess son puts his fists raised above his chin and readies himself as Dima cracks his knuckles.
"Shit!" He swears as another swing from Dimas heavy fist rockets in, however Straka is already standing, he dodges the swing by moving his body.
Straka breathes heavily in a attempt to gather more oxygen and ready his adrenaline levels. "Scared?". The Russian laughs, a glaze of anger in his eyes. Now hes more dangerous than ever, Straka can see the fire in his friends eyes, the burning passion that he grew up with and what he was taught to do. Straka holds up his fists in a blocking attempt as Dima lands in another heavy blow that almost breaks his wrists. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Nope". Straka jokes, trying to dispel the tension as he realises that his best male friend has suddenly become angry.
"Are you trying to kill me?". Straka looks down at his bloodied wrists, they are bleeding. He feels his nose , it feels broken too.
A kick impacts on his stomach and the boy is sent flying across his living room floor, he makes contact with his sofa and lands on it.
"Am I?" Dima replies as he picks Straka up by the throat, his strength somehow increasing every second and then punches the boy over and over again, leaving trails to blood across the carpet.
"My head, my arms..my arse". He swears, realising that whatever Dima gave him was a very powerful sleeping drug, so powerful that it made the princess son believe that he was getting killed by one of his best friends.
He gets off his lying down position on the sofa and falls on the floor instead with a heavy thump. Groggily he gets to his feet and stands up, leaning on a nearby table for support. He doesn't feel well at all, he wants to go back to sleep.
He feels depressed, Lyra had refused him because she wanted to date some midget with half a brain instead of him.
"If it wasn't for that weird ass dream I would have crawled back on the sofa now..heh". He grimly smiles to himself before making an effort to move. Straka clears the first doorway painfully, he walks into the hallway, legs dragging behind.
He sees his sister standing a metre away, her arms folded.
"Hey". She simply says, not even looking at her older brother.
"Hey". He replies.
"You know what Dima gave you?". The purple haired girl angrily tosses a packet of needles with a "danger, can kill" label on them.
"You could have killed yourself with them?, I was listening to you getting beaten in your sleep!. How do you think that makes me feel when my older brother is taking extreme drugs huh?". She puts her hands on her hips and glares at her older brother, cleary annoyed at finding out what her "role model" was supposed to
"I've had worse sis, I'm sorry if I gave you a fright or anything but I need to…..figure something out, I'll admit I've been depressed and needed something to help me sleep in the afternoon". Straka replies, giving a half smile as he puts his balance on one leg because the other one hurts.
"You're an idiot sometimes". Scootaloo lightly punches him on the shoulder before wrapping her arms around Straka and giving him a hug, her long purple hair spread over both their shoulders.
"But that's why I love you". She smiles.
"And why is that?". Straka grins back.
"Because whatever Dima gave ya, you're stupid enough to take. This". She points to a needle with an empty syringe; on the label is a sign. 'Warning, death may occur if taken in large shipments, may also cause violent hallucinations'.
"This is a form of cyanide, I knew you two were crazy but…".
"It doesn't matter, I am crazy".
The doorbell rings and the two siblings break off their embrace in the hallway.
"I have a feeling that this is going to be someone important, go and wait in the kitchen while I let them in". Straka knows that this is the Wonderbolt and he sends his little sister to make something while he tries to sort something out.
"Well, I did ask for a nice person". He shrugs his shoulders and opens the door.
He opens it slowly and finds a girl his age standing at the doorstep.
Scratch that.
A very attractive girl his age is standing on the doorstep, behind her is a slightly expensive white car that is out of most people's budgets. It is filled with stuff, suitcases and the like. Maybe she's moving somewhere.
Unfortunately the teenage boys gaze is not directed at the car and its contents, it is directed more at the very attractive girl his age's clothes.
She has orange/gold hair which sparkles, shines and flows in the early afternoon light.
This girl is a kicker and he knows it.
She is wearing a pair of daisy dukes which goes up all the way to her thighs and beyond, Straka tries not to go further up than there. Instead he pulls his gaze upwards and sees her belly, fit and attractive it is slim and show not much sign of eating heavily, further up there is a T shirt that is pulled apart slightly at the top, showing the girls developed breasts. But what catch's Straka is her eyes. A pair of incredible orbs of orange, a rarity in these parts of the world glisten in silence. He feels hotter than before and tries to cover it up by reaching for a glass of water that isn't there.
"Hey". The girl smiles and leans on the door, trying to be friendly.
Straka finds himself playing along and put his hand behind his head and repeats what the girl says.
"Hey…uh". He tries to think of something else but he finds himself lost in the girl's fiery content of her eyes.
"I'm here for the training thing, and I have a few favours to ask, names Spitfire".
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Spitfire.Soarin=Bastard.
Soarin=Bastard.
Soarin-BASTARD
SOARIN= BASTARD.
SOARIN- BASTARD!.She tried to think about something else, something that would change her mind and let her mind wander off to other places, happy places. Place's that wouldn't make her feel depressed or down. But all she could think about was that son-of-a-bitch.
"Soarin". She spat on her windscreen in disgust of that tainted name. They had been together for a long time, and then he kicks her out of their house, makes her pack up and now she all she is clinging to is this pamphlet.
"Wonderbolt wanted, member of the Royal family needs a trainer". She reads it and say's it to herself.
"I though they all lived in Canterlot, and yet apparently one of them needs my help". She realises that since this guy/girl/man/woman is Royal Family, then they must have a large house. She hopes that she can move in.
She parks her car on the sidewalk but doesn't get out, instead she tries to put herself in a happy mood and turns on the radio. A song that she has always loves comes on.
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She finds herself singing along as it puts her in a good mood.
"Guide my life into destiny,
And climb outside.
Reach up and paint the sky with me,
Finding you has changed everything.
We both break free if we make it on top,
If one should fall we both will drop.
We move together from here on out.
What you need is what I'm about.
I'm alright with the world we're in.
Let's end this night,
And let it go with the morning light.
Finding you has changed everything.
We both break free if we make it on top,
If one should fall we both will drop.
We move together from here on out.
What you need is what I'm about.
Starting with one desire to grow,
Our path is laid with seeds we sow.
Into the universe we fall.
We both break free if we make it on top,
If one should fall we both will drop.
We move together from here on out.
What you need is what I'm about.
We're tied together now and forever.
What you need is what I'm about".
The song finishes and she yearns to put it back on, to feel its powerful presence but no.
A job is a job, time to finish it and try to move in.
She gets out of the car, mounts the sidewalk and hums the song in her head as it guides her along.
She is Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts, one of the fastest people around and she rings the doorbell like a Muppet.
*Ring a fucking ding ding*.
She shuffles nervously, like a schoolgirl on her first date.
What are they going to say?, do I look like a slut?, am I not good enough?. Am I acceptable?.
She panics and twiddles her thumbs in embarrassment.
The door opens and she stands still, frozen slightly. A guy her age opens it; she can tell she has seen him before. He looks her over, from head to toe and then he too stands in awkward silence.
I'm alright with the world we're in.
Let's end this night,
And let it go with the morning light.
Finding you has changed everything.Her favourite part of the song kicks in and motivates her limbs to become flexible again.
"Hey…" She manages to say confidently.
"Hey….uh". The boy replies back. Obviously not thinking of anything else to say.
"I'm here for the training thing, and I have a few favours to ask, names Spitfire". She takes the bull by the red flag and goes for it.
"Spitfire?". The guy standing in front of her seems surprised like he wasn't expecting a person like Spitfire to come by and offer her assistance. This pleases her and she feels better.
"Can I come in?".
"Sure".