A Rainbow No More- Chapter 7

If you didn't get the reference, you should probably read Password.

Harpoons?

Yeah. Well, honestly, that story came to me in a dream. It was originally a normal fiction story, but I've ponified it for FanFiction.

SO, YEAH.

THANKS.


The squad of planes soared across the sky. Under two of the jets, hanging from long, metal cords, were two unconscious ponies. Their lives had been ruined.

After two hours of flight, a command sounded over the intercom.

"Commence landing sequence," uttered the leader of whatever group this was.

It was about to begin.


Rainbow awoke. Her eyes fluttered open, and she observed her surroundings. She was laying in a hard, cold cot. She sat up, and realized that her wound from the harpoon was gone. Her wings were fully healed, as well. There were three other ponies in cots around her, one of them being Applejack. She saw a unicorn with a dark grey mane and a white coat. He was a stallion, and he was out cold.

Another stallion lay in the cot to her left, a Pegasus. He had a dark red coat, and a light blue mane. He lay awake.

"Hey, you," whispered Rainbow.

"Me?" asked the red stallion.

"Yeah, you. Red guy. What the fuck are we here for?"

"Beats me. The name's Flying Flood. You?"

"Rainbow Dash."

"No kidding." He looked her up and down.

"Do you know that other guy?" Rainbow asked.

"Yeah, that's my brother, Sharp Stone. Do you know that mare over there?"

"Uh-huh, that's my friend Applejack."

"Ah. I'm gonna go see if I can-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a blue light shone from a square on the wall.

"Welcome."

"Thanks?" said Rainbow.

"You have been statistically selected from a manually coded list to serve your country. You have been chosen to be in squad [2A], along with [3] other subjects."

"What?"

"Please be aware that you and your squadron will be participating in physical warfare against the country of Griffoa, home of the Griffins."

"WHAT?!"

"Dispatch: TrainingSector, SetTimeOut(60000)"

"What the hay does that mean?" Applejack had woken up.

"Apparently, we're soldiers."

"But why?"

"It was, as the lady said, 'a statistical selection'."

"Is that 'fancy' for random shit?"

"I don't know," finished Rainbow.

As she said that, a voice sounded from the speakers in the wall.

"You have been placed together based on your abilities, Applejack." It was a male, like, a REAL pony.

"IT KNOWS MY NAME!"

"We just kind of, you know, picked you guys because you're strong. All of you. And, I'm your team advisor, Blue Blade. You should listen to me."

"Why's that?"

"Because it's life or death, where you're going."

The speakers went back to a low buzz, then went silent.

"Dispatch: TrainingSector, SetTimeOut(40000)"

They had approximately forty seconds until they were launched off to the training sector, but who knew that?

They sat in silence.

"Function countdown(SetTimeOut)"

"Oh, lord," said AJ.

"[10]"

"What's happening?" asked Flood.

"[9]"

"It's counting down," said Rainbow.

"[8]"

"What for?"

"[7]"

"To be sent off to training."

"[6]"

"Oh."

"[5]"

"So, do we just..." started Sharp Stone.

"[4]"

"Learn how to kick ass?" added Rainbow.

"[3]"

"I think we..."

"[2]"

"...launch now."

"[1]"

"See ya in hell." Applejack meant it.

"Dispatch: Commence == true;" spouted the lady.

The floor below them collapsed, a loud screeching sound piercing the air. A blast of wind sucked the four ponies out of the plane, sending them tumbling towards the ground below.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"Remain calm. When you near the cloud layer, pull the blinking string attached to your parachute."

"Parachute? When did I get that?"

A small string whipped in the wind behind Applejack. Oblivious to technology, she acknowledged her possible hallucination and raised her eyebrows.

"Well. Ok, then."

When they neared the clouds, they each pulled the blinking string. A parachute sprung from each of their packs, billowing out like a bag in front of a fan.

They slowed their descent a little. After a while, a large, circular arena became visible below them.


The arena turned out to be the training sector, where Rainbow saw seven other groups of four, some Pegasi, some unicorns, and some earth ponies.

The glass walls towered above her. Racks of weapons, from small hoof-guns to large, hefty rifles. She even saw some rocket propelled grenade launchers.

"Greetings, Equestrian Marines. And welcome to real warfare."


WHOA! FUCK!

So, they're soldiers?

I thought this was a romance story!

It is. But, war happens.

Question: Why do you think there are only 8 squadrons?

Thanks for not flaming!

R&R!