Beep-Beep-Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
The sound of the heart monitor flat lining drove the doctors and nurses in the room into a frenzy.
"I need 10cc of nitro stat!" shouted surgeon standing over his patient. He turned and saw the anesthesiologist asleep.
"Hey! Wake the FUCK up soldier!" he shouted at the tec-com medic who had slumped over her machine. She shot awake and lessened the anesthetic on the patient.
Beep-Beep-Beep
"BP and HR is up!" said one of the nurses as she maneuvered a cart back into place as the surgery resumed. Above the surgery theater a man with a scarred face frowned down at the scene.
"Sir?"
"What is it Stoppable?" said John Connor.
"We've seen something on CivSat 16." said Stoppable as he flipped through his ever present clipboard. "Looks like another zeppelin."
"Skynet kill this one too?"
"No sir. Didn't even launch a missile." said Stoppable as he skimmed the report. Connor suddenly turned around and began to walk towards the command center of the base, startling Stoppable as his clipboard went flying.
"Not again..." whined Stoppable as he picked up his papers. Connor paused at the door of the observation room.
"Oh, and Stoppable? Make sure Jenkins gets at least six hours of sleep. I can't afford more dead soldiers because someone's falling asleep at the wheel." said Connor before he continued on down the hall.
"Yes, sir." said Stoppable as he stood up. It was his least favorite job, relaying sleep commands to the soldiers.
Connor sighed as he sat down at his oak desk, however this wasn't any desk this was a behemoth. To call it a desk was a disservice, this was an expanse of mahogany and intricate design that made other desks look like that old desk you used in primary school, you know the one. At one point it had been the pride and joy of some Microsoft VP who had headed up the R&D department that they were now located in, but now it served as the nexus of the Resistance paper trail. Piled high with reports, it looked more like a mountain range of paper than a desk. At the very top, in a manila folder stamped with the words: "TOP SECRET: EYES ONLY", demanded to be read first.
John flipped it open and began to scan the information that the analysts had come up with regarding the new third player in the war. Only military, ex-police and former business analysts could reduce magical ponies to a typed up page with a photo and make it dryer than what was left of Death Valley. He flipped past the paper work chain sheet and began to read.
Resistance Office of Intelligence
Threat Assessment of Equine Combatants
Issued: June 6, 2027
Top Secret: Eyes Only
The new combatants that have entered the battlefield are certainly unique compared to our current enemy, firstly by being biological in nature as opposed to cybernetic and by apparently not being capable of high technology. The enemy also appears to be similar to pre-Judgment Day equines so this report will refer to the new enemy as Equines until further intelligence can be discovered for an allegiance/herd/nation.
John leaned back, he knew exactly how ROI would attempt to get that intelligence, and he didn't pity the horse that they got their hands on. The video from the bunker had shown that the equines were not interested in talking, they were singularly focused on one thing: conversion.
The focus of this report will be to provide a threat level and assessment for each phenotype of equine encountered, from the attack on the listening post we are aware of at least two different phenotypes of the Equines.
The first type that was encountered was that of a "Normal" or a type that didn't seem to have any sort of external appendages like the second type encountered, the "Unicorn" type. Below is the threat assessment for each type.
Normal Type:
Strength of that type appears to be greater than that of which would normally be physically possible. However, it doesn't appear to be easily terminated at range, however close combat is ill advised without a bladed weapon. ROI is currently reviewing any rodeo footage to find an effective method of CQC with this type.
Recommended Action: Shoot it with any weapon, pistol to rifle will be sufficient
Threat to Resistance Forces: Moderate
Unicorn Type:
This type appears to be a significantly greater threat to Resistance forces than the normal type. In the footage from the listening post it was shown that Unicorn type is capable of ranged attacks and some sort of shielded defense. At this time ROI is unsure of the method of these attacks and defense, and is working on finding a method of mitigating or defeating this "energy". However, it this type is extremely susceptible to close range attack, as Clarkson was able to flank and defeat three unicorns with a pump action shotgun before succumbing to the chemical attacks.
Recommended Action: Flank and destroy, treat it like a sniper.
Threat to Resistance Forces: HIGH
In Short, this enemy is versatile and one to be wary of. We have additional reports of a third type, but they are unconfirmed. We however believe that this force is much easier to dispatch than Skynet's. We have an advantage of being familiar with the terrain as well as being more effective with our attacks. The enemy seems to be content with Roman styled attacks and our methods of asymmetric warfare should be extremely effective.
It should be also noted that this enemy is organic as opposed to synthetic. We should also be able to employ psychological warfare.
John closed the file and signed the log. He stood up and walked out of the office into the main command center with Stoppable following him.
"Sir? About Hamilton, it looks like he's not likely but still critical." said Stoppable.
"Got it. Now lets see if we can get ROI some guests. The brief I just read was disappointingly thin, plus with the loss of the three of our men it's clear that we're at an intelligence disadvantage." said Connor as he leaned on the railing that looked over the command center.
"Get me the Missouri, I've had enough of not knowing my enemies."
Canterlot Castle, 30 miles off the Coast of Hawaii
Celestia stalked the halls of the castle like a principal looking for an errant student. This attitude was because she was, Twilight had barricaded herself in the library again. At this point Celestia was considering putting Twilight on permanent party assignment courtesy of Pinkie Pie, if only to make Twilight stop thinking that she was going back to Magic Kindergarten. As if Celestia would send one of the architects of the transplant to Kindergarten, Twilight was far to valuable to send away. At last she had made it to the library, why they had put the library in the farthest corner of the castle was beyond Celestia. She had a nagging feeling that the Blueblood family had something to do with it.
"Twilight, let me in." Celestia spoke to the closed door. She could feel the tension in the air get so thick that you could slice it and sell it at a bakery, "Twilight, I'm not angry at you." The door cracked opened a bit as a purple eye looked back at Celestia.
"R-Really?" came the wavering reply.
"Of course, you had no way of knowing what could have happened, if it weren't for your actions we could have ended up anywhere, we got lucky that we were able to save anybody at all." The honeyed words flowed easily as it had the countless times before. Celestia knew there was no point to pulling out the full WRATH OF THE SUN at this point, they would simply have to make a hop to the next world. "Now get out of the library, I know that Pinkie is getting ready to throw a party to celebrate, and I'm sure that the librarian would like to eat something soon."
"PLEASE LET ME OUUUT!" came the shout of a public employee that had been imprisoned with a customer. Eventually the door opened and two unicorns trotted out, the librarian immediately took off towards the dining hall as Twilight began to walk towards the Elements of Harmony Quarters with a slowly growing smile on her face. For her part Celestia took a cursory look at the shambles of the library, and sighed. They'd need to rebuild the Post Modernism section again, it was always the first to go to a Twilight freak out.
"Your majesty?". Celestia turned and was surprised to find General Iron Sights standing there in his steel armor.
"Yes General?"
"There's been an attack on the FOB, and it's bad."