2-11 Recap · 10:01pm Nov 1st, 2014
As an aside, I'm pretty sure that with this chapter, my little crossover has surpassed the 200k word mark. Wow, that's the longest thing I think I've written!
Previously on IAIMAY
“We have reason to believe that Project Freelancer is going to try something a bit more… aggressive soon. Equestria needs to be able to defend itself, but the fact is its military simply doesn’t have the knowledge or means to combat a technologically superior force.” Washington told Grif and Simmons.
“That’s where I was hoping you and Washington would come in,” Celestia said.
“I’ve agreed to devise a training program with the intent of increasing Equestria’s combat effectiveness against Project Freelancer’s forces, but I can’t do it alone,” Washington said, taking a step toward Grif and Simmons.
“I need additional instructors so that we can train as many squads as possible. Instructors with training and experience in the human military that they can pass on to others. Now, I realize that a couple of sim troopers such as yourselves aren’t exactly the most qualified candidates, but we must make do with the tools we’re given.”
“Why, your best friend Caboose was just at the dig site with us!” Donut exclaimed.
For some reason, Church closed his hands into fists, his knuckles cracking at the mention of “best friend.” Applejack galloped past Church and skidded to a stop in front of Donut.
“What about Rarity? Did ya see any ponies where you were?”
“Why yes, Rarity and Rainbow Dash!” Donut exclaimed as he suddenly scooted closer to Applejack. “Oh yeah, they also might be in trouble!”
“What?!”
“My CO sent me here to get help. They’re under attack!”
“The whole thing was a ruse! CT and another group of Elites are attacking the temple!” Eberle explained as she hopped out of the jeep and sprinted straight through the stone arch to the camp. “Tucker, get on a line with Command. Get reinforcements down here now!”
Tucker wasted no time in rushing to the radio set as gunfire continued to echo in the distance. Eberle ran around a corner and disappeared.
“Hello? Come in Command.” Tucker released the transmit button and waited. When he didn’t receive an answer, he held down the button again. “Come in Command! Command, do you read?” No answer. “This is a distress call. Mayday, and all that shit! Why isn’t anyone answering?” Tucker waited for a response. None came. “We found it. It’s in the sand! Send help now!”
CT looked down at Rarity, “You’re her aren’t you? The protégé!”
A light suddenly switched on in Rarity’s brain. This man didn’t know her at all! He thought she was somepony else entirely!
“N-no! I’m not the Princess’ student! Twilight, she’s…”
“Bullshit!” CT grabbed her by the horn and forced her to look up at his terrifying brown helmet. The pain elicited another whimper from Rarity, and she glanced at the pistol in his other hand. “Why else would a unicorn of Equestria be here? The Princess sent you to cover her tracks, didn’t she?”
“W-what?”
CT apparently misinterpreted her confusion as surprise, as a dark chuckle escaped him. “That’s right, I know all about you and your Princess’s little joint project with the Director!”
With another painful jolt, CT released his grip on Rarity and stood up straight. “We’ve been investigating Project Freelancer and all of its investments for years now!”
CT then briefly looked away and his venomous tone gave way to one more of melancholy. “I admit, we’ve had a few… setbacks in the preceding years…” CT returned his gaze to Rarity and with it, his menacing tone. “But make no mistake: I will not stop until we’ve buried Project Freelancer and everyone associated with it!”
