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Dragon'z Wrath: Yes, he's in hibernation. Nah, Dawn discretely put him up on the roster for the Celestial Knights. He's up in Canterlot.
iTsTealblast: Yep!
Battle Damage: I happen to love the steak MREs! I use them to prank the fuck out of my squad mates all the time!
RenaTamer: Read below for the reasons. His reason is in the first paragraph. And yes, she does love Mark.
LexiconHuka: I stole your porn stash. And they have shitty quality movies, even though Luna is working on getting them to become better. And that includes starting a porn industry, because of something Mark said.
garebare65: (ch40): Yes, I happen to be accepting OCs. PM me and I'll get right on it! And no, it's just good ol' human tech.
(ch41): Yes, I am cereal. Wish I could bring in a Spartan, but no beans. Thought about bringing in a (Greek) Spartan, but decided to not do that.
Author's Note: Go check out A New Mission by one of my reviewers, iTsTealblast! Him and I are co-authoring (mostly) on it, and it's going pretty good in the first (and only) chapter!
"So, Anonymous says he wants to go visit the old castle?" Dawn asked, as I climbed into the Black Hawk. I managed to convince Smith to take us there after giving the Black Hawk another dose of PFM. And the deadline for me staying at Fluttershy's dies in roughly a week. AJ better have a positive answer by then, because I'm not going to live with somebody who's racist.
I also did a little experiment with Apple yesterday. Turns out salt water does the same to changelings as positive emotions do.
Chrysalis is looking deeply into that with her best scientists.
"Yea. I managed to get Doc to come along, he should be here any minute." I replied as Anon cocked the SAW he held, while I made sure my energy sword was in perfect condition.
"Fuck it, I'm going with you. Knowing you, I'd need to teleport your ass out of there because a hydra decided to inhabit it." Dawn said, hopping up and settled down next to me. Doc hopped in several moments later. Bill got in after making sure the area was secure from Sunbutt, and I nodded to myself.
"We have a green light for takeoff, Viper-1!" I shouted at Smith, who nodded and started flipping switches and shit.
Never flown a helicopter, so I don't know what shit he was flipping.
"This is your pilot speaking." Smith said over the speakers. "For those of you with Frequent Flyers program, you'll be earning eighty points. Also, this is a non-smoking helicopter, and the air sickness bags are below your seats." He said, ending with a grin that only I saw.
"You better not puke on me." I muttered to Dawn, knowing that he got airsick on those blasted chariots Sunbutt insisted on keeping.
"I've been meaning to ask..." Anon said, stopping Dawn from attempting to strangle me with his magic.
"Yea?" Dawn asked.
"Why isn't your mane and tail doing the wavy thing that Celestia and Luna's do?" He asked, completely serious. With a roll of his eyes, his horn flared for a brief second, before his mane looked like it was moving.
"You'll be able to see what it really looks like when we get off of this thing!" He shouted over the wind that suddenly picked up.
"Fair enough!" Anon shouted back, and settled in for a flight that would last for an unknown amount of time.
"You've been quiet, Doc!" I half shouted, leaning over to the medic. Fucking wind out here was howling already, and we've only gone in a thousand yeards.
"Just thinking! Fluttershy didn't want me to go, but I bribed her so I could!" He shouted back.
"What kinda bribe?" I asked, grinning.
"Yea, you're right for once! She's on top tonight!" He yelled, rolling his eyes.
"I didn't need to know that!" Dawn shouted at the both of us.
"Too bad!"
"How much longer until you think we'll arrive, Dawn?" Smith asked over the speakers, and I could barely hear him.
"About ten to twenty minutes!" Dawn shouted back. Doc thought for a second, before looking back at Dawn.
"I just remembered a question I've wanted to ask for a while." He shouted.
"Shoot!" He replied, before glancing at Anon.
"How long has Luna been snarky?" He asked, deadly serious.
"Since before she was able to talk. 'Tia has been doing her best to get it out of her, but it never happened. Having Williams around seems to amplify it." He replied.
"Do something about this fucking wind!" I shouted, my throat starting to get sore from all the shouting. A flash of light later, the wind was still going full force, but we didn't need to yell.
"That better?" Dawn asked, frowning a little. "The Everfree Forest is too chaotic for me to fully dull with my magic, which means I could only alter the noise levels."
"It's good enough. Don't need to fuck our voices up now." I said, shrugging before pulling out a book. It was one of the books recovered from the heli; How to Win on the Battlefield.
"That book makes me seriously think you humans haven't perfected war, sometimes." Dawn said.
"Oh trust me, some of us have made it into an art. Take a look at the Spartan culture; trained to kill and survive as soon as their born, unofficially. Officially, they start the trials at the age of seven, through a system I don't remember at the top of my head. (I do know what it is, I just keep forgetting on how to spell it.) Got rid of sick, deformed, and mentally retarded babies, which we somewhat used to do, but that's beside the point. (Also true ((I think)); our Gubberment gave mentally retarded people injections that rendered them sterile. If they didn't, I'm saying fuck it and blaming the Multi-verse.)" I replied.
"I know, you ignoramus." Dawn grunted, looking down at whatever was on the ground.
[Half an hour later]
We found out why Dawn's mane/tail don't do the wavy thing. It makes him look like he's on fire.
"Alright, everyone be careful." Dawn muttered as we crept into the front entrance, rifles and 'light' machine gun at the ready. Smith returned to base (my new shop, called Sand Dune's Firework Emporium) and let everyone know where the fuck we were in case something happened. If something did happen and we had to leave somebody behind, I would pilot the damned Black Hawk myself to get them back if I had to. And they knew it, on account of me being a Marine.
"Anon, you're on point since you wanted to come here." I muttered. He nodded and crept forward, shining a flashlight that I managed to get onto his shoulder (with the help of the all powerful duct tape. There was a mostly used roll of the stuff in the cockpit of the C-5, sticking a penlight to the ceiling.) over the floor ahead of us.
"Looks clear." He whispered, and eased a door open. Half a second later, he slammed it shut as a stinger from a scorpion tail embedded itself where his face was a millisecond ago.
"Right. Clear." I laughed, firing a few rounds and earning a roar of pain in response. Without missing a beat, I cracked open the door, pulled the pin off of a frag grenade, tossed it in, and got away from the door frame. Good thing, because that thing was older than dirt, and simply exploded outward in tiny ass shards. Peering back in when the dust settled, I saw the shredded body of a manticore lying in a kitchen.
"Is it clear now?" Bill asked.
"NOW it is." I said, withdrawing and looking around some more.
"Alright, let's go to the highest and most intact tower." Anon said, causing Dawn to glare at him for some reason.
"And why do you want to go there?" Dawn questioned.
"To confirm something." He grunted, walking off and up a staircase. We all sighed and trudged up after him, while Dawn glared a hole in his back. Honestly, I was just here with Bill to provide security at this point.
"The fuck you trying to confirm?" I called up, walking backwards carefully.
"Something that I'll tell you if it's real or not!" Anon called back, not helping in the least.
"You've been quiet, Doc." I muttered to the man walking behind me.
"Because of you, I'm just tagging along." He muttered back, shifting a little. I just shrugged and tripped, but Bill caught me before my head could recieve another fracture.
"Thanks mate." I grunted, saying fuck it and turning around.
"No problem. SEALs always look after their own, even if one's not a SEAL." He replied.
"I was highly considering joining the SEALs when I finished my current deployment, actually." I said. "IED got to me first."
"How bad was it?" He asked.
"From what I remember, I left behind a body so burnt you couldn't tell if I was an ape or a human before." I replied.
"Died during a jump. My chute wouldn't open, and my teammates couldn't get to me because their chutes already opened." He replied.
"Hey, Anon! Tell Bill how you died!" I called up.
"My Humvee in a convoy got nuked by an IED!" He called back.
"The plebians got to him, huh?" Bill commented.
"Pretty much." I replied, and halted before my face could become one with Dawn's ass. Before anybody could comment, I scooted about five inches to the right.
"Alright, we're here." Anon said, and pushed open the door that he was standing in front of.
"...I don't think there was a door here in Episode 2..." I muttered to myself, having taken it upon my shoulders to figure out what Anon's universe said about this. Didn't become this 'Brony' of Anon's culture, because I did it for pure science.
"What was that?" Doc asked, looking at me.
"Nothing. Get your shebs moving." I order, sliding in after Dawn, M60 at the ready. Dawn was glaring at Anon, and I took a moment to look around.
It was different from in the episode. There was actual furniture and shit.
"Dawn... You're hiding something very important from Celestia and Luna, aren't you?" I asked, lowering my M60 and hoping to God I was wrong.
"...Yes..." He finally sighed. "Remember when I said I cast a spell that kept the Elements from killing Nightmare Moon?"
"Don't tell me..." I groaned as the shadows seemed to move around. It could've been my eyes playing tricks on me, but my sight isn't even remotely as shitty as my hearing.
Would've been a good sniper, had I chose to be one instead of EOD.
"Yes." He sighed as a black Alicorn appeared.
"Welcome, my dear brother. I see that you had brought some friends." Nightmare Moon said, looking at each of us.
Bill, for some retarded reason, decided it would be a good idea to shoot at her (bullets melted like they would with a Dalek), and she shot a laser at him. Being the smart human that I am, I push him out of the way with a yell.
Half of my face melted and I was embraced by the silence. The last thing I saw was Moon look surprised, shocked, and had sorrow etched into it.
Author's Note: Major dick move. Possibly killing Mark off and here I am putting a Hiatus on this story!