WARNING: CONTAINS HIGH AMOUNT OF GORE AND BRUTAL PONYDEATH, IF YOU DON'T LIKE SUCH THINGS DO NOT READ THIS
Division 48 – Before Betrayal
The Sun and Moon lost their masters
They are free and boundless
The Gods are no more
The Hope lost its core
Millions burn through the World
Nothing dear can hold
But is all really lost?
Isn't there a way, at any cost?
The eternal treaty is breached
The Guardians extend their reach
They will come to uphold the balance
And they will face the darkest`` swarms…
Babblings of patient 48, Hanwell Insane Asylum, London 1879
The Genocide Protocol
The genocide protocol is a part of Condition 9 project, created as a response to the alien threat and in case of Aliens reluctance in leaving Earth. It has to be authorized by the President of UEF on behalf of the whole federation. This protocol is by far the most atrocious, inhumane and bestial part of Condition 9 and it is hard to believe that the humankind would willingly accept it. However taking a look at the human history it can be easily deduced, that during times of great crisis and despair a human being is truly capable of the worst crimes. Knowing that humanity lost its own World and was floating through the deep space of Hades Gamma Cluster for 20 years it's obvious that these are dark days for UEF. Desperate times call for desperate measures that the authoritarian UEF government can and will provide. Just like during World War II when people of Germany, deep in crisis looked up to the individuals providing simple answers and solutions to tough problems. And so all the blame, hatred and anger had to be directed at something or someone, causing millions of people to die during WWII as victims of this hate. And just like back then, the modern human mind and society hasn't changed this much, so the basics stayed the same. If there is a global crisis, individuals with simple answers will emerge and manipulate the society. For UEF this happened even faster than usual, as the Federation itself is already ruled by one man, whose official title is The President. Seen as a hero and truly noble figure, it didn't take long for him to convince people that all the blame for their situation, all the suffering and hardships are the fault of vile aliens now swarming Earth and claiming the Humanity's home as their own. UEF society easily believed their President, and why wouldn't they? After all the horse-like creatures are different enough than humans and are treated like simple animals. What's more, a human hero has declared the aliens a true threat, seed of evil that needs to be destroyed lest it will spread. The question still stands what will Equestrians do about this much hate and loathing? Or rather what can they do, against the wrath of highly advanced civilization that has its mind set on destroying everything related to ponies, wiping the race out of existence and records of history? The answer to that is grim and cold, as there is little hope for this innocent race of colorful creatures. Ill prepared for what they're about to face, the Ponies are likely to see their own end. However in this dense darkness a small beacon of light can be seen, as the Universe doesn't take kindly to those who wound its flesh and feast upon it as vultures would. Humanity technology is based just on that – wounds in the Universe.
But I digress… The Genocide Protocol from a technical point of view is an universal order given by the President to the designated High Executioner. The latter is responsible for fast call up of Special Task Forces that are divided into teams of 5 specialists each. Part of the Condition 9 agenda was a special training program developed just to train these groups of specialists in various aspects, preparing them for inevitable contact with the supposedly new dangerous life forms that could have taken over Earth. The training program lasted 18 years and the task force members were carefully picked from the military, based on their overall efficiency and outstanding performance. Overall there are 500 teams, 5 members each. They are given the best, newest and sometimes prototype technologies developed by UEF and also receive many cybernetic enchantments. Some would say that these people are no longer human, as the amount of improvements is astonishing, beginning with complete muscle overhaul, to brain surgery and hybrid nerve system. After their training and improvements were completed the task force was given a proper one year break just to be called in the time of need. When the Executioner calls up the task forces, the latter receive proper identification codes, beginning with G (Genocide) – 1, 2, 3 and so on. The 5 specialist within one task force are always as follows:
Commander: Equipped with standard Ripper Rifle, this person is in charge of the group and issues orders. He or she also has a direct link to HQ and unique cybernetic enhancement that allows the Commander to receive severely decreased reaction time, giving an effect of slow motion to him/her.
Heavy Assault: This person has the highest strength in the team, but also resistance, stamina and endurance. He or she also always carries heavy weapons like HARMI or similar, being a first line breaker in the team.
Medic: This one is equipped with standard Ripper Rifle, but also carries with him medical supplies and bio-diagnosis devices. The most important thing about him/her is possession of a few vials of Redemption Serum that allows to jumpstart someone who died not too long ago.
Scout: This person is obviously the best marksman in the team, having many sight improving enchantments he or she usually carries a proper sniper rifle (Like Anomaly Rifle "Serpent") which can wipe out infantry or make big holes in an armored target. The scout also possesses a cloaking device, allowing him or her for stealth reconnaissance.
Engineer: The Engineer also carries a standard Ripper Rifle. He or she also possess the best knowledge on technology and is a true magician when it comes to repairing and hacking. Additionally the Engineer can connect to one of the Ragnarok Satellites and request a strike on target that is not as devastating as the WMD, but carries enough punch to disintegrate targets in a specified area.
The team composed of those five people gets its own Hawk Transportation Vehicle that can also fight off ground and air targets if necessary. The teams are sent all over the world with a mission to disable the threat posed by the new occupants of Earth. This usually means a wide-scale massacre in the quadrant the team received to swoop. Additionally they are eligible to carry a viral bomb, so a biological weapon containing a ready to adjust virus. Basically the virus is a synthetic-organic hybrid with the synthetic part responsible for adjusting it to the proper genetic strain. This means it will only affect a designated target group rather then everything it meets.
Of course an extermination of whole race does take a longer while, as there are bound to be unique individuals resistant to the virus, or those that ran into hiding. That's why the final part of Condition 9 requires UEF to build a network of Extermination Camps, where the rest of the doomed horse race will be put after being found by the STF squads. That is however a completely different topic.
Location: Equestria/Earth, Canterlot/Washington D.C, Calmleaves Mental Asylum, Criminal Insanity Floor, 2 hours before Rangarok Strike
It has begun, they are on the move… They will be here shortly and punish all those filthy thieves! And finally, finally he will be freed from this wretched frame! There has to be a way! His soul and mind is not one of those pathetic horses, no, his soul is that of a First One. If anypo… anyone could free him, it was definitely them.
The visions and nightmares didn't go way and earlier he was scared of them, terrified even. The destruction and death were so intense, so real he could feel the heat of the burned ground, smell the burned flesh and hear the screams of those thieves. But after the last dream he had, he understood, he saw what was obvious now. It became so clear now! Humans showed him what will happen, they gave him all these information, they pumped his brain with knowledge how to build, how to create their technology for a reason. He was one of them, since the beginning! He was their inside agent! Yes! He had extensive knowledge about the enemy, about the places and culture, it was easy for him to strike from within! For that purpose he had to blend in, so he was somehow transferred to this body as he gave up his true one… A grave sacrifice indeed. He almost lost all his humanity, he almost became one of these aliens. Fortunately for him, humankind wasn't about to leave their agent strained. What's more in his latest vision he saw the Wandering Fleet, he also saw a medical analysis of the horse's body, he was now obviously using. First Ones gave him a weapon… Magic...
Real magic was however nonexistent, it was only a term for telekinesis and other similar abilities granted to every single one of these ponies. All of them had the capabilities, had the red void sensitive organ in them. Somehow only the Unicorns were able to willingly and consciously use it, calling their little trick "magic". The truth was, he was almost 100% sure how to use this "magic" without a horn whatsoever. The trick was imagination and a very powerful negative emotion. He giggled after this though… Yes, bloodlust was negative enough, bloodlust, hate and need of vengeance. Supposedly a conductor surgically implanted directly to the organ and led outside the body would increase the potency of "magic" but he concluded this is neither the time nor the place to do such a thing. Ah he also remembered why these ponies put him in the asylum in the first place… He killed one of them, he did it with cold blood after he had his first vision. Yes the first vision meddled with his mind, he didn't know what was real and what wasn't after he came back to the real world. Ponies are obviously not predators, so the instinctive reaction after a traumatizing experience would be to run away or similar. But not in his case, oh no… He thought he saw an enemy after he woke up from his vision and the first thing he did was to smack it to the ground and crush its head under his hoof. And it felt good… The colorful face of his "date" had more red then it was called for after that! He was truly a predator trapped in a wrong body! After all humans on Earth were the apex predators on Earth... It all made sense now! He also knew that he no longer needed pain! The visions and dreams were no longer nightmares, but a blessing and a source of information. He could stop carving himself after all this time! Now he would be able to carve the obstacles on his path instead. How delightful! Enough… It was high time to get out of his prison and start doing his job. No… first he needed a proper name… He couldn't remember his human name and the pony one was simply revolting to him now… Name, name… Victor… Yes… His name was now Victor. He heard it in his vision, it was a good name. Victor looked up at the ceiling of his small cell and came up with an escape idea immediately. The ceiling was composed of two parts, a lower part directly connecting with the walls all around the room, and another depressed part where his frame could fit and he could hang using his hoofs as support. Now the question was how to get there… He furrowed his brows and concentrated, imagining soaring through skies, but as a human not as a horse, he felt a surge of anticipation in him, bloodlust that would be sated soon if he only could get into that damned depression. A painful jab in his stomach informed him that something was going on. He felt as if a force grabbed him gently and then he started to float higher and higher into the air. Victor smiled wickedly; this power was so easy to use! It was unbelievable for him that only those horned freaks could use it in the "Equestrian" society. Well, truth be told not many of those thieves ever felt true hate or bloodlust, such a long time without a war made them even more pathetic then they originally were… They were weak and feeble, maybe that's why they couldn't use their true potential? He reached the depression and extended all his four limbs, to the sides getting a proper hold. Now all he needed to do was wait… Soon his ears… or rather ear, perked up to the closing-in sound of hoofs hitting the steel floor. The echo was loud, as the corridor outside the room was very spacious. Victor knew what time it was… It was dinner time and so as usual the same guard will enter his room. Same muscular, blue stallion with shortly cut mane, to deliver Victor's nourishment. The timing couldn't be better in fact. The plan was simple, as the guard enters the room and spots no one in it, he will go further in to make sure Victor wasn't just hiding. This small time frame, in which the action will be taken, should be enough for Victor to drop down on the guards head, knocking him to the ground and then simply crush his face, choke him, break his neck or claw his eyes out… Wait, the latter was not an option as Victor didn't have fingers that could actually claw someone's eyes out… Curse this wretched body! No matter though, crushing the guards head should suffice. A sound of key being twisted in the lock came to Victor. The mechanism clicked quietly as the door became unlocked. Then with a silent groan the cushioned door swung on their rusty hinges, opening wholly. The familiar shape of a muscular stallion entered the room, which was lit up slightly from the oil lamps used in the corridor. Victor smiled even wider, as he already knew it will be simpler than it looked. The guard made a grave mistake even before entering the room. He was so caught up in his routine, he didn't even bother to take a look through the steel door shutter before entering. And another thing gave Victor additional odds. The guard was one of the weak ponies, both body and soul, so he surely wasn't prepared to actually kill someone, maybe hurt (seeing as he indeed was a guard), but never kill. Victor was a complete opposite, he wanted to murder something, feel the smell of fresh blood, drain someone from their life force, see their eyes become empty, see the life leave them. It's not because he was a murderer though! Oh no, Victor was no delusional psycho… The need to kill was associated only with this cursed race of talking horses. The hatred and loathing he had for them were endless. It was after all their fault! It's because of them, that he lost his body! It's because of them, he had to give up his memories! IT'S BECAUSE OF THEM HE WAS STUCK HERE! And they will all pay, not only for taking Earth, but also for taking away his former life!
The guard by now noticed something was wrong. He dropped the metal tray, on which he was carrying some food for the patient and made another step into the room, looking around nervously. This was it! Victor retracted all his limbs and could feel the gravity's pull on him. For a while he felt like nothing was happening, but then reality caught up with his perception and he plummeted down smacking the guard and successfully knocking him down. He felt some of his ribs crack as the impact was pretty powerful, also the guard spine made a sickening noise. For a second they both laid there, confused, Victor along the body of the muscular earth pony, and the guard flat on the floor. Another second however didn't come to pass as Victor was the first to recompose himself, ignoring the pain in his ribs and left hind leg. He threw himself forward using his good leg and as fast as possible grabbed the guards head between the hoofs of his forelegs. He squeezed as tight as possible and then in a blurry motion he raised the guard's head up and smacked it against the cushioned floor. Normally it wouldn't do much, because of the soft cushions, those were however old and used up, hard as concrete itself by now. The guard tried to free himself thrashing about, trying to hit or throw Victor off. Victor however couldn't have any of that, so he used his hind legs, angling them unnaturally by pony standards, his joints popping in protest, and grabbed the guard's trunk in them, entangling the earth pony as if his legs were clamps. He still held the guard's head firmly, as anger started to boil in him for the pony's stubbornness. He made a powerful motion with his forelegs and smacked the guards head yet again, this time hearing a satisfying crunch. The guard visibly weakened, his attempts to free himself were much slower. Victor continued hitting the guards head against the floor again and again, until a poodle of blood started to form around the blue pony's crushed head. Only when the guard's body gave up moving and spasm for the last time did Victor finally let go of the fresh corpse's massacred head. He wasn't given any time however as the commotion echoed through the whole corridor bound to alarm someone. in a matter of seconds another guard entered the room, breathing loudly.
Victor wouldn't be able to do much normally as the guard was again muscular and held, what looked like a white baton enveloped in cracking electricity. Victor reacted instinctively, betting on his newly developed talents. He extended one of his forelegs and pointed his hoof on the guard imagining someone twisting the guard's neck from behind. Adrenaline and his freshly fueled bloodlust combined, caused a jab of pain in his stomach. The guard started advancing by then, his expression that of anger and disgust. Surely enough the latter stopped in his tracks and felt an invisible force holding his head, slowly twisting it around. He tried to resist and sat on his hind legs with a thud, grabbing his own head in his hoofs. He attempted to shake off the force that held him using all his strength to twist his head back. It appeared to be futile as his head was now facing completely right and still was twisted further. Pain suddenly enveloped him as the turn angle started entering impossible values. He started to scream in agony as his spine popped, muscles were stretched too much and tendons tensed to the maximum. The force showed no will to stop however as it turned his head even further. The screams were unholy by now as the guard's muscles started to be ripped apart, tendons breaking and vertebras cracking with disgusting sound. Finally his spinal cord was ripped in half as the force turned his head violently by 180 degrees. Some blood came out of the guard's nose and then the force disappeared. Another body fell to the floor. Victor took in the scene, his grin extending beyond normal, yet again cracking his skin and opening old wounds on his face. Warm blood slowly made its way down his mouth corners. He liked the feeling, the warm energizing feeling; it told him he was alive, still alive…
"Hehe…"
He laughed silently, just to burst into maniacal cackle a while after that.
"AHAHAHAHA!"
The cackle echoed through the barely used corridor of the criminal insanity floor, causing a few of the patients to recoil from their madness, listening to the symphony of bloodlust intently. Victor stopped laughing suddenly and took a deep breath. He was one of the 3 patients in this ward, which wasn't used much really. The other two prisoners here were held up for doing something pathetic compared to his crime. None of them actually murdered anyone, or so he heard the guards talking. Still grinning like a madman, Victor approached the body of the second guard, locking his sight on the magically enchanted, white baton. He imagined it floating in front of him. Yet again he felt the painful jab in his stomach, and splitting pain in his head. He ignored all of that as even the blood coming out of his nose didn't bother him. The baton levitated up next to him and then he left his good old cushioned room.
Looking around he easily determined that the only way to go would be left, as right was a dead end. His cell was the last one in the ward. He slowly started to trot towards the double winged door, behind which were stairs that lead up. He didn't even pass 3 cells when the double winged door on the end of the corridor swung open with enough force to break the hinges. Form of two unicorns quickly entered the corridor, their horns glowing, evil snarl on their faces. It might have looked as if they were very fast, but in fact they were tragically slow. Before the magenta unicorn on the left could release the spell, a white baton flying with the speed of a bullet bore into his eye socket, penetrating his skull on the other side, making a gruesome hole in his head. His body didn't even touch the ground as the second unicorn's head was slammed to the steel floor as if struck by a war hammer, bits of brain and bone exploded outwards like a frag grenade painting the walls bright red. Victor was galloping by now, he quickly reached the end of the corridor, passing the two fresh bodies. Some screams and orders were being barked above him and it only meant that more guards will come. He was ready and he had the advantage… They had no idea about his newly gained abilities. He quickly hid under the wide stairs leading up, waiting for his prey to show itself. 3 more guards ran down the stairs opening the double-winged door to the criminal insanity ward, and then froze, seeing the freshly redecorated corridor.
"W-What on Equestria happened here?!"
One of the guards, a pale green Pegasus said, panic and fear evident in his voice.
"One pony couldn't have done that!"
The guard in the middle, a brown stallion, said with disbelief.
The third guard suddenly turned around and leaned forward, bile building up in his stomach. He released it on the ground, confused and completely sickened by the sight. He was for that matter a silvery unicorn, and that marked him as a priority target. Victor grinned yet again, his bloodlust rising to dangerous levels.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star…"
He sung quietly, the guards immediately heard his raspy voice and turned around, eyes locked on the space under the stairs in front of them. Both fear and anger was apparent on their faces, with the exception of the unicorn, who was not angry, but only scared out of his wits.
"How I wonder what you are…"
Victor stepped out of his hiding place into the light, showing his horrendous visage for all to see.
The guards recognized him right away, as the only patient that had a murder on his account. As a matter of a fact there were 5 murders on his account right now.
"By Celestia! It's him! S-STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
The unicorn shouted, horribly scared, taking a step back. His horn starting to lit up
The other two guards took defensive positions staring at Victor.
"This lunatic is alone! He can't do much against the three of us. Keep it together!"
The Earth Pony said with much fake confidence in his voice.
"High above the skies so bright… I will rip your hearts inside out! HAHAHA!"
Victor laughed, as the guards started to approach him slowly. He then locked his sight on the terrified unicorn and imagined the latter face melting, covered in corrosive acid. The usual pain and a drop of blood from Victor's nose informed him that "magic" was working. Soon enough a sizzling sound could be heard, as the unicorns eyes widened in terror. The fur on his face started to be eaten away by an invisible force, horrible pain shot through his body, as he spasm and screamed in agony.
"AAAAH!"
He covered his face and dropped to the ground trying to extinguish the force that was now eating at his skin and eyes. Smoke appeared around his head as, panicking he crawled to the Pegasus. The latter unmoving, watching the unfolding scene in horror.
"HELP MEEE! AAAH! IT BURNS!"
The unicorn crawling on the floor grabbed the Pegasus by the clothes. Desperately clawing at his friend, crying in pain as he begged for help. The Pegasus was frozen on spot, unable to move, watching his comrade's agony. Then the Unicorn raised his head up… Where there was previously, a usually cheerful face of a pony, now was a disaster. There was close to no skin on the Unicorn's face, destroyed muscle tissue and tendons were now fully exposed. White bone was showing in many places around the face. One of his eyes was completely destroyed, eaten away as if struck by highly corrosive acid, only the eye socket remained. The other eye was getting the same treatment as it sizzled away with a disgusting sound. Some scraps of the melting tissue were falling from his face to the ground. The whole image was mind crushing. Using the shock of the situation to his advantage, Victor locked his sight on the Pegasus and about to use his special talent again, but was surprised, when the Earth Pony guard tackled him with enough force to crush his bones. He was too concentrated on the Pegasus to notice.
"He's on the ground! Get the sedative, now!"
The Earth Pony yelled, holding Victor tightly to the ground with all his weight. The Pegasus recomposed himself, coming out of his shock, taking a last look at his Unicorn friend. The latter stopped moving and screaming, the sizzling sound was quieter now. It was obvious that the Unicorn died, the corrosive acid reaching his brain and eating away his life. The look of horror on the face of the Pegasus got replaced by hate and anger. He didn't know how the murderer did this, but he knew he will pay for it.
"TODAY SKY!"
Shouted the Earth Pony, having more and more difficulty holding the lunatic down. Victor's grin was replaced with a scowl, as the guard held him pinned to the ground. He tried to free himself, but the Earth Pony was simply too strong. He swore to himself that this was the last time, he extended and made a show out of someone's death. The Pegasus started to approach the two shapes lying on the ground, with a long syringe in his hoof, determined to end this as quickly as possible.
Victor wasn't about to be stopped by a pathetic duo of thieves like that. He concentrated on the Earth Pony, ignoring the pain and the fact that he didn't have eye contact with his victim, as the guard held Victor's head with his hoof, so it was facing away from him. Yet again Victor felt the additional pain in his stomach and warm blood coming out of his nose. A second after that the guard was suddenly thrown away across the staircase and hit the wall above the winged door with a force of speeding locomotive. The wall cracked under the pressure, as a small crater in the shape of the guard was created on the spot. The force didn't go away though, mind set on crushing its victim completely. The pressure was increasing and soon, screaming the guard was reduced to a red pulp, his body exploding outwards, the blood, bones and intestines falling down and painting everything red in an impressive radius. The Pegasus dropped the syringe in shock. He started to tremble and back away, as Victor slowly stood up and yet again… grinned.
"Run little piggy… RUN!"
He taunted, with a cheerful voice, completely not adequate to the situation. And indeed the guard, with an impressive speed, tried to fly away and reach higher levels of the Asylum. He would have probably made it if not for a fact that Victor's nose was bleeding again. Soon the Pegasus felt intense heat on his back. It soon turned into searing pain, as the guard screamed surprised and hit the wall of the staircase, falling down in front of Victor. The latter didn't plan on extending the guards pain and simply started to climb the stairs, ignoring the laying Pegasus. The latter raised his head and was about to stand up, when the searing pain in his back returned. He dropped to the floor again with a yelp of pain. And then the reason for the pain became obvious, as the Pegasus took a look at his back. Flames erupted from the spot on his back, quickly enveloping the guard wholly. He didn't even have time to properly express his suffering, as the flames incinerated him completely, reducing his shape to a smoldering husk.
Victor couldn't hear anymore shouting above him. He only felt the stench of burned flesh, already familiar to him. The silence informed him that, no more guards were near the staircase, most of them probably on the higher levels of the asylum, where only mildly psychotic patients were present. He still had 3 levels to go through, in order to reach his destination. He wasn't really surprised that no more opposition was coming his way. The walls on the lower levels were sound-proof and all the wards, between the floors were separated by thick, cushioned and soundproof doors. Victor reached the second floor relatively fast, approaching the doors with small windows in them, he took a careful look. Two guards were standing at each side of the door, oblivious to the events that happened on the floor below them. The three idiots he killed, didn't event inform the rest of the facility about the problem. Luck was on his side then. He smiled cruelly
"Showtime…"
He said to himself, ready for bloodshed…
