It has been two hours since we left for Canterlot. Well, we are much closer now. Just five more minutes.
“Hay, ghost, what’s with the Barrett?” Zeus asked.
I gave him an ‘are you serious’ face. “I’m the teams sharp shooter. Why do you run into battle? Your the commando. You think on the fly.” I responded clearly irritated. “It’s just like how James is the tank. He can take hits we can’t.” I gave an example by shooting him in the head. He gave me the middle finger in response. I laugh and apologize. Damn, that mare had an effect on me.
“You sounded a little hopeful when you pointed it out.” Tank pointed out. I felt Sif nuzzle my leg. Good, then my darkened sunglasses and balaclava do as intended.
“This was where I was for fifteen years.” Holy crap I can’t believe I’m finally home. I felt a surge of happiness within me.
It wasn’t long until I heard something violently hit a tree. Good thing for this enhanced hearing. I turn behind me, only for my eyes to widen. Much to my dismay and our pressures chagrin, a pack of Timberwolves were hon on our tail. I move the mounted gun so it’s facing behind the humvee. I begin emptying the magazine into the pack.
Zeus notices and checks his side view mirror. “What the Fuck are those?!” He yelled over the gun fire.
We entered a clearing that spanned on the side of a cliff. At this point, I already took out half the pack. I look to my right to see a train. I clear out the rest of the wooden wolves and follow the train on the cliff side. Once we make it to the bubble I see two royal guards.
“Halt!” One shouted. In response I took off my balaclava and sunglasses. If it wasn’t for them having to keep their stoic expressions, I’m pretty sure they would smile brightly, more so that it would rival the sun. But their not dovakin. I play too much Skyrim.
The bubble distorts to let us threw. I nod my head in thanks and proceed to put my sunglasses and balaclava on. We pass by the train station and I see a familiar face. How could I forget that lavender unicorn. My face grew a smile that would split my face in half if I wasn’t watching my biomass.
“Zeus, go near the train station.” I ordered. He complied and parked the humvee beside the station. The ponies looked at us in awe. I took mic of the humvee and made it to where the out word speakers would transmit what is said. We use it to evacuate civilians. “Will one Mis. Twilight Sparkle please come to the humvee.” She looks taken aback and I notice the other two give me questioning looks. She walks over and I poke my head out of the mounted gun hole. “Yes?”
“Why did you call me over?” She asked. I took of my balaclava and sunglasses off for the second time in ten minutes. “C-Conner?” I nod in response.
“Hello again Twilight.” I pulled the rest of my body out of the gun hole. I see the four other mares starring at me in awe and one in disgust. I look at the one that is starring at me like I’m warring shit. “Problem Mis?” I quirked an eyebrow up.
“What is that ghastly attar?” She nearly screeched.
“It’s my combat uniform.” I answered.
“Then it should be elegant.” She looked like she just been slapped.
“Bullshit, if it doesn’t protect or give you mobility than its crap.” I stated. “Besides, this is ment for the desert. My personal favorite is the snow camo.”
“You use that to get around?” the cyan one asked in awe. Quite an observation.
“That and the warbird, but I don’t know where the latter is.” I put a hand to my chin in confusion.
“So, why y’all dressed like that?” An orange mare asked.
“First how long was I gone?” My question filled some of them with curiosity.
“Nine months, why?” A pink mare asked.
“Because its been nine years where I’m from.” I said clearly worried.
“Yo, ghost, what’s taking so long. We agreed to go to point Alfa at noon!” Zeus yelled.
“Shut up, Zeus!” I yelled back. “Put your stuff in the humvee and ride on top.” I look behind them to see a ton of luggage being carried out. “Now that’s entirely too much.” The well dressed on looked where I was looking.
“Those are mine.” The white one with the indigo mane said.
I take a deep breath gaining all their attention. “I may have to go dill Sargent mode on a civilian before the royal guards.” The rainbow maned Pegasus dismissed it.
“Trust me, it bad. she will get in your face and insult you while screaming at the top of his lungs. He made growing men cry for their moms.” Zeus explained. “I’m Alex “Zeus” Mercer. This is Connor “ghost” Jackson. Last is James “tank” Heller. I’m a major, Conner is a colonel, and James is a first rank lieutenant. We make up Evolve team 2-1.” He finished. “Now let’s get there before noon.”
Loading up the humvee which is now packed , thanks to the indigo mane unicorn, which prompted me and James to escort to humvee to rally point Alfa, aka Canterlot castle. Getting there I saw patrols which prompted me to shoulder my M4A1 and ready it. James did the same with his spas 12.
Seeing the gate from this angle feels weird. I bet Alex and James feel right at home with the gates trying to keep them out. I chuckled lightly, thankfully, going unnoticed.
The guards see us and give a skeptic look at us. “Open the gate!” One of them ordered. Most likely the CO of this regiment.
“Sorry ma’am, but it’s stuck.” One of her men responded.
“We’ll help!” I yelled. They gave an amused look.
“Pray tell, how you intende to get over the wall?” She asked. I turned to James with a wide smile that went unnoticed, but he still could tell I smiling.
Biomass covers his legs like a python covers its pray. He jumps straight over the wall. I could tell he landed when I heard the ground crack. I ran towards the wall at full speed, which is sixty miles per hour. When my foot hit the wall my body seemed to defy gravity as I ran straight up. Summer salting over the wall, I land with a loud thud and crack. The first was me hitting the ground. The second was my Barrett firing a round as the butt of the gun hit the ground hard.
“Come on tank. Let’s pry it open.” I say as I slip my fingers between the two doors when attempted to be open. “On my mark. One. Two. Three!” With a lot of force brought, we pulling the door open. I hear a defining crack and indescribable pain coming from my right. Getting the door open was the situation that made my body make bones and brake.
Looking around I see the training area where I would watch there CQC to learn. Looking at them now made him grimace. Pitiful to say the least.
I see the next sight I wished to see. It was mom, or to many, Princess Celestia. I walked up to her barley containing my excitement. I stopped. Turning around I threw my sniper and assault rifle. I turned back to her to see she is now accompanied by the Wander Bolts, Shining Armor, and Cadence. I sighed happily.
Continuing my walk to them my body covered in tendrils. My black cloak overlapping my orange short sleeve t-shirt. My pants going from its normal desert camouflage to black pants with a gray belt that held my holster which held my 1911 with my old CO’s dog tags dangling from the hammer. My combat boots stayed the same only gaining a little shine to it. Last my balaclava snuggly tucked around my collar, my sunglasses put into my pocket, and my helmet that got absorbed into me.
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I’m back. Mom met me in the middle. I’m home. I felt my tears roll down my face. Then I said something that would make anyone feel happiness even if they had a cold heart. It put me in tears and I don’t have one. “I’m back,” I paused to look at everyone, thought my tear filled eyes, to see them all in tears. “Back where I belong.” I was free from my misery for the war and fear of not seeing the mare I loved again. I sighed happily before I had to go to sleep. And for the first time in nine years, I had a good dream. I watch the dream in content before waking up to a new day.