Me and Wing Six G walked down the pristine blue hallway.

I know, right? Pristine blue hallways! Whenever you picture a top-secret, underground facility, ponies always tend to imagine a white hallway! But no, this was fucking BLUE!

I'm getting off topic, aren't I?Well then. The hallways were adorned with all kinds of iridescent, old, flickering lights. The wall paint was peeling, giving the entire hall a creepy feel. The floor was pristine, cleaned 'till it shined, each individual tile eerily showing reflections of every pony. The O.I.A. wouldn't give us any lights that would do us any good. Almost everyone in my Wing, Wing 6-g, had developed weird headaches because of them.

Fuck! Why does staying on topic always have to be so frickin' HARD?

Okay. I'm gonna try harder. I don't have much time.

Alright. My name is CyRus. But most ponies just call me Cy. Why the capitol R, you may ask? Well, I have no idea. It had something to do with my cybernetic liver. I was walking through the facility with a crowd of eight other ponies (And I use that term loosely). I am a Pegasus pony, and the sharpshooter of my Wing.

      Wait, you guys have no idea what a Wing is. Right. Forgot.

      You see, the Equestrian Royal Army consists of a simple hierarchy. Princess Celestial rules over the two sections of the military, who, in turn, have about seven hundred Wings each. Everyone in a Wing has a specialty. I happen to be a sniper, and am bunked with my Wing mates 24/7. The rest of my Wing consisted of Five others, so six to a wing.

Next to me was the second-in-command, Colgate. She was the only one in my team that actually took care of her teeth. She was a sharpshooter, like me.

After her, Char, a Pegasus. Unlike most Pegasi, Char was multicolored, taking on a relatively fire-colored theme. Her full name is Char Broiled, but if you call her that, you'll find yourself dying a fiery, painful death. her specialty is demolitions and pyrotechnics.

Kilowatt. The only other male in Wing 6g, he was always full of energy, maybe due to he fact that most of the waking minutes of his life were spent working with electricity. He was the only one in our group that knew how to do anything fancy with our insanely bulky PipBucks.

Lost Star was a Zony. Not only that. She was a red-striped Zony. These two traits got her brutally tortured in Roam, the zebra capitol. Needless to say, she hates other Stripes now. However, when in Roam, she did manage to learn Fallen Ceasar Style, making her our melee and close quarters combat specialist.

HalfHeart. Oh... HalfHeart. I had just a tiny crush on her. As the leader of our Wing, she made all the hard calls. Her coat was a vibrant yellow-gold, her snout actually more like a male's. She is our heavy weapons mare, and is the only one allowed to carry a weapon on site, much to our dismay.

We continued down the hallway. Celestia be fucked, this is a long hallway. I had time for that entire musing intro.

"...and therefore, helping save the world, and causing the glorious rebirth of Equestria!" The voice droned on.

"You know, we've heard this speech a thousand times. We are combat ready! The simulator hasn't been very fair the last few runs."

She glared at me, and I blushed, thinking about my latest fuck-up in the simulator. How was I supposed to know that the bullet would penetrate all the way through that zebra? Also, whoever would leave flammable gas tanks around is just plain fucking stupid.

"Ok." Said the scientist. I should know his name, I guess, but after a while here, they all look the same.

"Wait, what?" This was Char. "Just like... that? Just... let us? Now?"

"Ayep. I think that you're ready now."

I should explain.

You see, Whiterun Research Labs, or W.R.L., was Equestria's "failsafe." Exactly six teams of six ponies each resided there, 24/7, ready to be put into stasis, a cryogenic freeze, and sent into orbit in a suborbital craft, called a SI-21 Skreex, in case of a megaspell war. About 150 years later, we would wake up, and save Equestria.

And it was and still is the most boring place on planet earth. When not on active duty (which, apparently, was not until the end of the world), none of us were even allowed to touch real ordnance. And trust me, we have been seeking out the weaponry in this place for almost a month now, and still no bang.

Get it? Got it? Good. Back to the present.

The scientist from earlier walked about two feet to the right and opened a wooden door.

Simultaneously, all of our jaws dropped.

"What... The... FUUUUCK!" This was me now.

"I've been looking for that for weeks!" That was Colgate.

"I assumed it was the John." Said Halfheart.

The wooden door swung open. We all stepped inside.

Again, my jaw dropped.

      The room was everything I had dreamed it was, and more. The room was a pristine white, long and angular, tapering downtown a needle point at the end. There were six pods inside, each about the size of a pony. The walls were lined with guns and knives of all sorts.

This was by FAR, the coolest room that I had ever seen. I mean, the medical rooms they used to give us flux injections were O.K., but this was fucking EPIC!

"This is the inside of the Skreex." Said Mr. Scientist.

"This is an airplane?" I asked.

It most certainly was!

The walls of this room were actually white! WHITE!

Oh, and not to mention, you know, covered in deadly weapons of all sorts. I immediately ran over to the longest weapon on the wall, an elegant yet deadly-looking rifle with a rubberized mouthgrip.

"IF-81 Hummingbird..." I read aloud. Everyone else was checking out weapons of their own.

"OH... MY... CELESTIA!" Yelled out Char.

I saw her holding a flamethrower, one which I identified as a BI-9 Hellhound. On the side, it was written: BBQ

"Nice find... what are those?" I pointed to one of the pods.

      "Those are your Stasis pods. Better get comfy, cuz in a few short months, chances are you'll be blasting off, and staying in orbit for quite a long time." Said the scientist.

I chuckled.

I mean, I couldn't help it! Have you ever tried taking a scientist with a Dixie accent seriously?

CURFEW LIMIT IN THREE MINUTES. PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR DORMITORIES IMMEDIATELY.

A deafening screech filled the room, and I tried not to lose my lunch of canned flux-meat.

'Ahhh... claustraphobia. Nice to see you again. Hear any new gossip lately?"

For a pegasus pony, being cramped up in a small, enclosed lab 24/7 wasn't esactly the most enticing choice of employment. MY head tried not to imagine a cave-in, crushing my wiry body under tons of....

Forget it. I got up, and used the blue security passcard around my neck to un-engage the lock on the door to my room, and again to get into the dorm common room.

The common rooms in the facility were all the same, save for the touches of our own that we added to preserve our ever-teetering sanity. The table in the center was a solid block rising from the floor, with six floor cushions around it. The lights at night were always off, but Kilowatt had managed to make it so that the red emergency lights were always shining in our dorm and the rooms surrounding.

And I almost made it to the door undetected.

As I was carefully sneaking to the door to the dorm, I jumped in shock as the tiny Char jumped out from the threshold of the door. My, my. what an imposing figure.

"Get out of the way, Broiled. I gotta heave...."

My speech was interuppted by a swift applebuck to the chest.

I winced. "Maybe in hindsight, I shouldn't have called you Br..."

"Don't you fucking dare." Interjected Char.

"That's wierd. My urge to vomit just increased!"

"You like your testes where they are, Flyboy?"

"That depends. Where are they?"

At this prescise moment, Halfheart walks intot he common room. Things could get bad if he saw us awake after curfew!

"Dive for it!" Whispered Char.

I knew better. I opened the interface in my PipBuck with a few quick blinks an went into S.A.T.S., or Stable-Tec Assisted Targeting Spell. Immediately, time flowed down to a sluggish rate, and I could lock onto details like I was looking through a scope. I saw the threshold to my right, queued a move, and dove into it before Halfheart even was fully into the common room.

He looked around suspiciously, and walked back into his room.

"Still need to hurl?" Asked Char.

"Surprisingly, no. Let's head for the loo just in case."

"You sound as if it'll be hard."

"The punishment sure is..." I remembered. My short time of Flux withdrawl had been terrible.

"Still think sneaking around is easy?" I hissed through my teeth, at Char. We were only halfway to the restrooms, and we were almost caught no less than five times!

"Eh. It sure is fun!"

I should've expected that response. Char, as always, maintained a lighthearted demeanor.  I loved her. Well, in a sisterly way, I guess. Like teammates.

"Here we are!"

Down about a hundred-hoof hallway was the ultimate prize: an actual toilet. It was so much better that using the holes in our rooms.

"And here I am!"

Aaaaaand... Caught. Fuck.

I turned around to see who had managed to find us, and instead, went for a headbutt.

My nose was promptly shocked, and my hairs stood on end.

"Voltage." Said I. That was our nickname for Kilowatt. "I would've known."

"C'mon back." He said in that deep, raspy voice of his. "They've had guards on the lookout for a while now. Don't want us up past curfew.

"You got me!" I said, putting my hooves out, as if he could cuff me.

"Cmon!" I waited expectantly, with a smile on my face.

He grumbled, but pretended to cuff me nevertheless. He led me off, and I got one final look at Char smiling at me from around the corner, running for the bathroom.

"Fuuuuuck...."

Dear Readers: Thanks for reading! This is my first FoE fic, so critisism (constructive) is appreciated. Chapters will update anywhere from twice a week to twice a month.