Combat Log
Sergeant Logan Walker
Task Force: STALKER
October 15th, 007 SLR
“Logan? Logan!”
The voice rang in his ears as he slowly regained consciousness. The whole city had been hit by some sort of explosion. Storms were whipping round the region and tearing anything in the area into tiny pieces.
The assault on Canterlot had so far been going well. STALKER had been deployed for a special operation, which had 3 objectives;
Assassinate the Storm King
Recover the Staff of Sacanas
Liberate those held captive by the Storm King
They had been flown in by Helicopter, touching down in the commercial zone and fighting their way up through the streets. They were largely deserted of the enemy goons, however. There was some sort of punchup happening nearby which had drawn their attention, not to mention some of them seemed to be on fire.
They had passed a number of cages filled with ponies. Poor bastards, they were effective slaves, and for what? Storm King wasn’t exactly short of those. No, this monster would even make slaves of foals! That was why he had to go down.
But something unexpected had happened. A large explosion had sounded just as they had breached the Palace of the Two Sisters. Some sort of twister had emerged, sucking practically everything into it, including tanks deployed in support and several enemy divisions. Truly the enemy was callous.
The storm had also damaged the structure, not that Canterlot was in good structural shape at this point anyway. Ruined buildings filled the area all around, and most others had been pulled down or converted into bunkers.
A chunk of fallen masonry had hit Logan, and he was now buried under it.
Logan found himself looking up, into the face of his brother, David, or ‘Hesh’ as he was nicknamed.
“Logan!” he repeated. “You OK? Let’s get this rock off you.” He moved to one end of the rock, and started to lift, but to absolutely no effect.
“I’ll get the other end,” spoke one of his teammates, Merrick. With both of them lifting, they got the masonry free in no time.
Elias, the squad leader, looked at them. “Alright boys,” he said. “We’ve got a target to take out. Logan, you OK?”
“Yes sir!”
“Good.” Elias resumed speaking. “Now then, most of the enemy force has been whipped up by this storm, but there are still Federation soldiers in the building. We need to fight our way to the throne room, and there we will find the Storm King.”
“Bastards killed enough of us,” added Keegan. “Nobody will miss him when he’s gone.”
“Which is why you mustn’t miss your shot. Let’s move!”
Captain William Collins
86th Airlift Wing, 37th Squadron
Collins came two in the cockpit of his crashed C-130. The storm had brought it down on the city itself, which had knocked him out.
He looked to the left, to see his co-pilot dead. “Shit,” he said. He climbed out of his seat, and looked back, to see most of the ponies and troops loaded aboard still alive. “You ready?” he asked.
“Let’s make a difference!” shouted one of them, a feisty mare with yellow fur.
“Harris!” shouted Collins. “Open the rear ramp.”
“Roger sir,” Harris answered. He threw the lever, and the ramp dropped.
The place was a mess. Roads were crumbling, buildings had collapsed, and the shattered wrecks of battle tanks were everywhere. Canterlot was the enemy’s last stronghold, and they really were throwing in everything to protect it.
Collins disabled the safety on his M4, and locked it into his shoulder. Streets were empty, and there was not a site to be seen. Never hurt to be cautious though. He had to make it back to his family on Earth, they were counting on him. He moved forward slowly, taking cover behind the wreck of an Abrams. He signalled to move up.
Logan Walker
Logan and Hesh moved into position next to a fallen column, ready to engage. “Enemy force, 5 men, 200 metres.”
“You are free to engage.”
Logan looked down his sights. Lining up a headshot, he breathed out and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, making contact with the enemy soldier and dropping them.
Looking around them in absolute surprise, the foe dived for cover and returned fire. Bullets pinged off of the rockwork and walls, shattering glass and embedding themselves in the terrain.
Hesh landed two more shots, and Logan finished off the last two. The last room had been cleared. They stepped forward, and with great apprehension, pushed open the door to the throne room.
Capt. Collins
A shot suddenly rang out, knocking down one of his men. “Get to cover!” Collins shouted.
The others wasted no time in complying with the order. Diving to the floor, most of the squad opened fire. The two pegasi took to the skies, loading their rifles and providing flanking fire.
It was then that the tank rolled in. A T-90 rolled across the courtyard, firing its cannon at a building behind them and toppling it. Machine gun fire racked the ground, causing the squad to run for cover inside.
Collins shook his head. He then spied an AGM-148 Javelin launcher in one of the nearby Humvees. And it looked to be in good shape too. He sprinted to it, dodging the bullets that were flying all around him and dived into the vehicle.
Pulling the launcher free, he ran back to a nearby courtyard and took position on a balcony.
The weapon locked on with an audible ping.
Collins pulled the trigger, and the rocket surged forward. He dived to the floor and watched. The rocket flew upwards, and began its downward run.
“Please don’t let that be a dud,” he prayed. The rocket hit home, smashing into the enemy armour and blowing the fuel tank. This triggered a chain reaction with the ammunition cooking off, destroying the vehicle in a massive explosion.
Collins wiped the sweat off of his brow, and went further into the city. There was a cluster of cages apparently unaffected by the storm. In them were ponies, all crying for mercy. He switched on his radio.
“Command, this is Skytrain 4, over?”
“Skytrain 4, copy, thought you guys were fragged, over.”
“We have a large contingent of captured ponies near my position. Real mixture of ages and races Sir, over.”
“We’ll deploy a cleanup team to get them out, over.”
Collins was about to stop when suddenly he heard a sound, like crying. “Hold. Command, I've got a tone. Sounds like a young girl, over?”
“Check it out, but remember, stay alive, out.”
Collins followed the path around into another courtyard. This one had a solitary cage. In it was a small orange filly, with a purple mane and tail. She was sobbing quietly to herself.
He stepped closer, took a look in the cage and spoke. “It’s OK, my little pony, I’ll get you out.”
The pegasus looked up at him. “Are you American?” she asked, in a voice which was weirdly familiar.
Collins looked gobsmacked. “Scootaloo?” he asked. “What the hell did they do to you?”
Logan Walker
“Contact, 2nd floor balcony!”
Merrick lined up his sniper rifle, and fired two shots, taking out two targets. “I’ve still got it,” he said.
Suddenly, Elias received a call on the radio.
“This is General Shining Armor, do you read, over?”
“Loud and clear, over.”
“The storm is getting worse. We will not be able to reinforce or extract you at this time. If you cannot complete your mission, get the hell out of there, out.”
Elias could see the Staff sticking through a stained-glass window, energy coursing out of it and destroying anything it came into contact with. “Objective sighted!” he shouted. “Merrick, can you get a shot?”
“Negative, risk of collateral damage.”
Elias was about to order the shot when suddenly he saw a group of 6 ponies and a dragon form a conga line trying to recover the staff. His attention was distracted when a man ran past him, heading the same way.
“Stop!” he shouted. He fired off some warning shots, and the man ran to the right. “STALKER, pursue!” he cried.
After a chase down a corridor, the man swung around.
“I believe we got him,” called Keegan.
Then, another explosion rocked the building. The structure toppled, tilting the balcony and causing it to fall away from them.
The man began to fall into the abyss...