//------------------------------// // To the Motherland! // Story: Dawn’s Break // by Chemtest //------------------------------// (Avatar) I heard that there was a town called Salliongrad. I went. Well, I’m going, more like. I teamed up with this Survivor man, and we’re visiting the Motherland’s pride. Sadly not actually Stalingrad, but good enough for me. We managed to get a train easily enough. Now we go to hunt down the D.I.C.K Head. I mean, the Union is known for secret services, so it makes sense in a cosmic sort of way. Another thing to mention is that I am covered up in metal. I designed it like the iconic Fallout power armor. I look towards my partner, “So, why’d you decide to come to the Stalingrad rip-off?” He shakes himself awake, and look towards me, “Never been to Russia. This might be a rip-off Russia, but I’m good with it. Russia just seems overly hated, I mean, their a good country. They died for us in WW2.” I nod, “Good thing also, this will be a whole lot less dangerous than real Russia.” “And why would that be?” “Ponies can’t Slav Squat. Meaning if we get into a fight, we have a chance.” He tilts his head, “I am General Patton’s descendent, I highly doubt I’d be defeated by a squat.” I lean in closer, “Wait, your related to Patton as well?” He nods, “Yeah, and you are?” “What’s your last name?!” He tilts his head again, “Palmer.” I stare at him is disbelief, “Well, holy shit, we’re related!” “What’s your initials?” “A.M.P!” He shakes his head in disbelief, “We’re more than related, we’re the same person!” I hold out my hand, “Well fucking met right there!” He shakes my hand, “We seem to have differing ages and personalities, but that’s to be expected from two different universes. So, how’d you get to Equestria?” “Ah, some cunt took the Grass Mafia and Running Militia too far. Ended up shanking me, before being burned to death. How about you? He nods, and sits back, “Nuclear warfare. Wiped everyone except for me right out. I was ‘lucky’ enough to have survived and was saved by Discord.” “That’s why your the Survivor?” “Yes, I am the Survivor because of that. Discord is the Savior of humanity because of me.” I lean in a bit, “Watch out for Discord. He lied to me about saving me. Did give me these great powers though.” He shakes his head, “No, me and Discord are friends, and I trust him.” I shrug, “So, you remember that one time in France? With Mount Blanc?” —(Survivor)— And from then until the train stopped, I talked to him. Well, actually talked to myself now I think about it. Still, the train stopped, and we got off. Snow, snow was everywhere, even in the summer. The people wore coats, and I hear shivering next to me, “Feel cold in that metal?” A few seconds later, it stops, “Nah, I’ll just turn my blood to fire to warm me up. How are you staying warm?” I look down at my duster, before looking back at him, “I wear a coat, one good for both warm and cold.” With no further ado, we walk down the street. Bands were on every street, filling the place with music. Quite enjoyable to listen to, I love old Slavic music like this. Many stop and look at us, before continueing. Probably think they are too drunk off vodka. As we walk, one almost runs into us, “Cyka Blyat...” Avatar from behind me walks up to him, “не ты” The pony responds, “трахаться!” Avatar gets real close, “влагалище, педик, сука, шлюха, шлюха, ублюдок, даже не русская грабеж!” The pony pushes closer, “Гребаный бас-бустер коммунистического революционера!” “ничего плохого с некоторыми cheeki breeki.” The pony points to an alleyway, “Твой вид там, присоединяйся к ним!” Avatar smiles, and stands up and away from him, “Спасибо за информацию.” Then he starts walking off, and I have to follow him, “What just happend there?” He smiles back at me, “I know how to infiltrate D.I.C.K now.” And so, we go into a alleyway with some heavy flashing lights comeing out of it. We walk in, and see a ton of hammers and sickles. Along with this are a bunch of ponies Slav Squating and dancing. Three in particular walk up to us. The first one being a cream pony with a hammer and sickle as a mark. He walks up to us, “Greetings, my name is Lenin. I am the head of these revolutionaries.” The next one that walks up to us wears glasses, and has a red flag for a mark. He gives a nod to us, “I am Trotsky, glad to meet you.” Then the final walks up to us. Smoking a pipe, and moving his moustach into place. As red as the U.S.S.R itself. He takes his pipe out, “I am Stalin, good to meet fellow comrads.” Avatar takes a step up, and shakes their hooves, “Hello, I am Avatar. A fellow comrad, even if in strange skin.” Stalin taps out his pipe, “All comrads are welcomed, no matter what skin or race.” “Right, I have a plan to help weaken the government.” Trotsky adjustes his glasses, “Their military is strong, so tell us how you plan to strike the government?” “You need to distract the D.I.C.K agents, and my friend will kill the head. I will join you, add some flare to it.” Lenin nods, before turning to the crowd, “Comrads! We have a job! We need to distract the D.I.C.K agents!” “UURRRRAAAAA!” Stalin quickly turns to me, and hands me a flag, “Fly this above the city when you are done.” Then he rushes to join the others. I quickly exit the ally, and wait outside the building for the distraction. Then, with a burst of fire, they come through. I can hear Avatar shout over the others, “RUSH B!” The agents all look at the crowd, and rush after them. I quickly slip in as they’re distracted. “What?!” I look, and see an important looking pony in glasses and a suit stareing at me. The Head. Then I realize he’s holding a flintlock- sorry, fetlock musket to my chest. *BOOM!* His shot eruptes into my armor, and does nothing. I take out my revolver as he’s still confused, and point it at his head. *BANG!* With him dead, I put away my revolver, and hurry to the roof. I reach it, and take out the flag. The Dawnguardian flag on the post flies off with a burst of air, probably from Avatar. I rush to the pole, and put the flag on. (PLEASE TURN DOWN YOUR VOLUME!) A sudden song out of no where comes as I raise the flag. I look over the crowd, and see the comrads cheering. I jump down to them, and find Avatar, “What do we do now?” He looks over at me, “We’re going to help the pony forms of my idols secure their position so they can help later.” I shrug, “Alright, let’s remake Stalingrad!”