Expendable

by Zaravan

In which a seemingly endless army of poorly armed, poorly fed, and poorly led, competent, stubborn as hell clones fight through the multiverse through use of a mysterious device, from slavers to evil empires, they'll fight anyone and everyone if they have to. Told through a series of written entries. Not told in order.

4. The Other Side of the Spectrum

*What seems to be a scribbled out life of profanity* I'm glad we're here, but at the same time, I'm goddamn pissed that we are. We're fighting Equestrian Converionists, Newfoals, PER traitors, the works. We can't tell where we are just yet, but it seems that both sides are at a stalemate. We're somewhere in Canada, best we can tell, and we've been fighting for about a week or so. We found what looks like a PER outpost near the US-Canadian border. We executed those filthy traitors inside, and gathered what intelligence we could before we burned the damn thing to the ground. We've been moving towards New York, as it still seems to be there. From what we've gleaned from cooperative locals, it seems to be a PHL stronghold, and the PHL itself seems to be more of a mixture of ponies and human UN personnel. There's also been rumors of 'things' happening, unexplainable things. There's been talk of an Alternate Equestria joining the fight, which in itself is pretty good. As those resisting these Conversionists are only just starting what is rumored to be a massive counter offensive

They tell us things too. Things that the HLF have been doing here, and as such we've agreed within ourselves to take no prisoners when dealing with them. We've already stumbled upon what seemed to be a skirmish between both HLF fanatics and PER traitors. We'd ended up just killing them all. Not that they didn't deserve it. We've been commandeering, as usual, as many vehicles as we can. We've also been taking to welding sheets of metal and the like to reinforce them. In case of any ambushes. We have to get to New York, once there, we're pretty sure we can organize and give our soon-to-be allies what they need. Raw manpower.

I wrote 'NY EXPRESS' on a bus that I'm driving, we've taken the time to reinforce it with metal and shit. It'll plow right through most barricades we come across. We even mounted a machine gun we scavenged from an HLF hideout! We found old Soviet equipment mostly, even helmets!

Whatever happens, we MUST get to New York. No. Stopping.