A good bit of this chapter is get people familiar with the group of Bad Company, if you aren't already.
Texas, United States of America.
"The Russians, they're invading." General Braidwood said.
"... Uh, no they're not sir. We just blew up that fucking ultimate weapon of theirs. PS: Invasion cancelled sir." Haggard boldly proclaimed.
"Not here," He said, climbing into a Humvee. "they're coming in through Alaska!"
The team just stood there, dumbfounded as Braidwood drove away. "Wh-what just happened Sarge?" Sweetwater asked.
"I think my retirement just got postponed, again." Sarge responded.
Only minutes beforehand, the team had just parachuted down into Texas, after following a one Colonel Arkady Kirilenko through half of Europe and South America and ending up taking down a Russian super weapon project called a Scalar weapon (although originally the 'black weapon', started by the Japanese during the 1940's) that had almost ended up in the middle of the United States. What had started out as a simple support mission, what was to be their last mission in B-Company as it was, turned into a cascade of events ending in the foiling of a plot to cripple the US for invasion. The group had only formed just a few years ago, under rather inconvenient circumstances. The team consisted of four people, all sent to B-Company (or Bad company, as referred to by most) for various reasons. They are as follows:
Sergeant Samuel D. Redford, AKA 'Sarge'. Unlike most others, he actually requested to be transferred to B-Company, because he thought it would lead to a quicker retirement. (And boy was he wrong) He is the squad leader and knows what he is doing. The others however, not so much.
Private George Gordon Haggard Jr, AKA 'Hags'. Was sent to B-Company supposedly for an incident involving 'the officer's latrine and a claymore' and blowing up 'the biggest ammo dump east of Paris'. Likes blowing things up and is a good fan of the Dallas Cowboys, Also treats Sweetwater like a younger brother at times.
Private Terrence Sweetwater, AKA 'Sweets', AKA 'CSI New Jersey'. Was sent to B-Company after uploading a virus into the US Military mainframe. Is rather cautious but decently intelligent. Also hates baseball, much to Haggard's disappointment.
Private Preston Marlowe, AKA 'Pres'. Transferred to B-Company after crashing a Black Hawk into a general's car. Comes from a line of war veterans, and rarely swears.
"I still can't believe after we just took out the scalar weapon, the Russians still want to invade." Sweetwater said.
"yeah well, we always knew Ivan was persistant, we're just gonna have to put up with it and head up to Alaska." Sarge replied.
"Oh come the fuck on." Haggargd complained. "I just got back home, and now they want us at ALASKA? Nuh uh, no way in hell am I leaving."
"I'm not sure we have much of a choice, Hags." Marlowe said, trying to comfort him. "But put it this way, if we don't stop the Russians, there wont BE a Texas to come home to." Haggard stood up loaded his rifle, before walking over to a knocked over sign and lightly kicking it.
"Ahhh, I don't know. If I do, I'll be away from home the moment I get there, and there won't be a guarantee that I'll come back alive. If I don't, I'll be home for a while, but then again I might not have a home to go back to later.That means there'd be no more Superbowl sundays, T-bone steaks-"
"No shooting tresspaassers on your front porch...(which I do believe is legal in Texas)" Sweetwater added.
"No more Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders..." Marlowe also added.
"Aww shit, that's definitely torn it. Lets go boys, I got myself a country and some cheerleaders to save!" haggard said boldly, before squinting over into the distance.
"The Cheerleader thing always gets him, doesn't it Sweets?" Marlowe said.
" Yeah, it does. I wonder how long it'll take for it to stop working. What is it Hags?" Sweetwater asked, noticing him just staring into the distance. Haggard just pointed and continued looking at the wreckage of the plane that had taken them to the US, which also housed the remains of the Scalar weapon. The rest of the squad turned to face the wreckage in the distance, to find it was glowing. "Oh, that's not good..."
"Yeah, I second that." Sarge said uncomfortably. Suddenly, a blue flash appeared out of the wreckage. Seconds later, a wave of the same blue light shot out, travelling at easily 100 miles an hour. The squad was instantly ingulfed, unable to be seen in the large pulsing wave. Just seconds after it started, it suddenly stopped. The squad had disappeared, leaving nothing behind indicating that they were even there. They had however, not been disintegrated into nothing, as everything else around them was completely intact. What had actually happened, was something that none of them would have guessed.
Just outside the Royal Palace, Canterlot, Equestria.
The squad appeared out of nowhere, right in the middle of the street. Sarge and the rest stood there, dazed and confuzed for several seconds until he spoke up. "Ya'll still with me? Hags?"
"Yeah..." haggard mumbled.
"Sweets?"
"Alive. Confused, but alive." Sweetwater said.
"Marlowe?" There was no response. "Marlowe? Sound off!" There was nothing but silence. All the while, Sweetwater as looking at their surroundings. he was also looking at the dozen or so ponies that were forming around them.
"Uhh, guys? I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Take a look at this." He said, pointing at one of the many ponies. "I think the defecation just hit the oscillation, if you get what I'm saying."
'Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I haven't seen anything like this before in my entire life." Haggard said in a mix of shock and awe. After regaining clear thinking ability, the squad (minus marlowe) put their backs to each other, cautiously sweeping their gun sights at the multitude of ponies that surrounded them. "Alright, I'm not much of a diplmoat but I do have one question for them." Sarge said. "Where the fuck is Marlowe?"
Meanwhile in Ponyville, Spike the dragon was tending to the roses outside the Library, humming a tune as he went. Everything was calm, peaceful, and above all; quiet. At least, for now. Twilight came outside to check how he was doing, when suddenly a bright flash of blue light erupted in front of them. The light dissipated seconds later and Marlowe appeared before them, dazed and confused. Spike screamed and hid behind Twilight, who had half a mind to back off slowly and another half telling her to approach the unfamiliar creature. Marlowe snapped out his dazed state to find himself standing in front of a purple unicron and a baby dragon.
"What the, Am I dreaming or something? Did something hit me in the back of the head when I landed? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not in Texas anymore." Marlowe muttered to himself. Looking around, he couldn't see any of his squadmates. Panicking, he edged back, tripping into a fountain behind him, earning a snicker of laughter from Twilight and Spike. "Well, I guess I'm not dreaming. Question is, Where the fuck am I?"
I like it.
What's this? a fic about my favourite multiplayer game of all time? Count me in!
Quick question though. Does anybody know why Russia was invading the US in the first place? I mean, I know they're kind of the go-to bad guy for the FPS genre nowadays but still, there has to be some kind of reason why America and Russia are at war in the first place. The game never really gave me a clear explanation :/
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I'm Russian so I'll lay it on you, after the cold war Russia was seen as the 'Communist Menace' and has never lived that down. To this day we are still hampered by America, and all your games and the like are based off our short, if not pointless stage off. So the reason will most likely be about terrorism or some sorts of one way plot line to do with Russia becoming top dog.
That's my two bits.
~Edward
Yes. Very yes. Do continue, now.
This is already gold.
We need more chapters!
1902965 I suppose you're right. I was just always a little put off by the fact that Bad Company made Russia an antagonist without explaining to the player why. I've always found it rather racist how the game gave me no reason to kill people other than 'because they're Russian'.
Still, the fic is fairly good.
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You know how the 'No Russian' level in COD:Modern Warfare Two was about slaughtering innocent Russian civilians? Well there was a game where the player was a terrorist in every mission, and it was banned before it was even finnished. Just beause you killed Americans. I'm sorry to say that I don't see Modern Warfare two banned and disowned by all...
~Edward
I hope you add comedy as a tag, it's what made that squad stand out.
1903435 well, from what I've gathered Bad Company IS set in the near future, so I guess that could work.
1903065 Ah yes, the infamous 'no russian' level. I'm pretty sure Infinity Ward put that level in the game for no other reason than to get attention. They used similar tactics in Modern Warfare 1 and 3 with the nuke scene and the cutscene with the child dying. I wouldn't take too much offense from it if I were you, things like this are added to the COD games for shock value. It's a cheap tactic, and if anything is kind of childish. When I played through the 'no russian' level I felt as if the game itself was waving it's arms about and screaming "look at me! I'm a big boys game!" in my face. But like I said, you shouldn't let it get to you too much. It's there to raise controversy and get Modern Warfare's name in the paper. It's kind of pathetic when you think about it.
But look at me! I'm veering off topic here.
Yeah, this fic could turn out pretty well, but that depends entirely on what comes next. Personally, I'm eagerly waiting for Haggard to demonstrate the power of explosives to ponies (whilst leveling half of Equestria whilst he's at it).
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Oh dear no, I'm not offended. Merely saddened by the factor of our current world, and I agree wholeheartedly. The level was nothing to me, I was simply sitting with a friend, watching him shoot random NPC's. There was no emotion, no back story, no real passion. The nuke scene was okay, a daring move that paid off well in M.W.1, which is the only good one in my opinion. But alas, my point was. Nothing is really based upon fact, only loosely made from truth. I have a scene planned in my fifth chapter.. and well... I could P.M. you the details, but I'm using it to introduce a new story ark. The way I use it will have to be good, my 'Monoverse' writing is very.. sad. So hopefully it'll fit into my universe eh?
~Edward
1903599 hopefully so, and please don't P.M me the details. I plan to read through that story you mentioned, and I could never stand spoilers.
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Well I got a feature so we'll see whether or not you like it.
My cover art was drawn by my friend, who is a girl~
~Edward
It's 'Defecation Hit the Oscillation'
Nice bro, never thought I'd read this crossover. It looks like it's doing well so far, so keep it up, and I'll be waiting for moar
This almost made me not want to read this, but because a good battlefield story is rare I'm going to give it a try
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Well considering the reception this fic has recieved, I will most likely (if not defintely) continue with it. However I will still take time out to read other fics, as well as presonal time (ie playing games, doing 'work' etc.). Other than that I'm pleased you all like it, and I will continue work ASAP.
1906161 I read it and thought it was great, but take time with chapters and make sure to get a decent editor (if you don't have one already) because nobody likes rushed chapters.
1906173
Okay, I'll see abuout that. In the mean time, I am trying to write up the next chapter as you speak, so if yuo don't mind...I'll be continuing my work.
1906183 ok doki loki
Bad Company 1 was one of the few games I played online.
One of my favorite tactics was to plant C4 on pathway to a gold box. Wait in the corner for someone to come up then hit the detonator.
BOOM!
Cheap? Maybe.
Fun? eeYup.
Oh look. New guy's dead!
Lol. I saw this and jumped on it, so see ya after I read.
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The new guy always dies. They are almost as expendable as the red shirts in startrek.
Defecation has indeed impacted the oscillation, Sweetwater.
I know someone just like you, thing is he is an engineer suffering from clausterphobia, he is in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and the only other survivors he has with him are a guy who believes in conspiracies, a hobo and a woman with a tude of a rainbow maned filly and the accent of a certain apple farmer.
Also, shoot Blueblood for me please.
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And I was just about to learn their names!
Ok this is pretty good, I hope you continue this.
You have my attention now
1908299
done and done, although I wont be killing him, I mean they're not crazed slaughterers.
can't wait for next chapter
Nice.
MMMMMOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!
Don't worry everybrony.(ba dum tss) I go to school with this guy, I'll slap him until he starts writing again.
2305479 yeah... good luck with that mate
DO MORE SOLDIER! THATS AN ORDER!
2540770 I would sir, but it was really just a spur of the moment thing and I never thought of making an overall story.