The UNSC Archives:
Carolina’s gun swung around in an arc, spraying a steady stream of bullets into the room.
Two men dropped to the ground instantly, their visors shattered by the onslaught of bullets.
“Oh fuck!” Grif shouted as the bullet-storm flying above his head doubled in intensity, before stopping abruptly.
Slowly, he removed his hands from his head – despite the fact that they weren’t blocking any of the loud racket anyway – and got up from behind the crate.
Carolina was standing in the middle of the room, holding an assault riffle in each hand, looking at the collection of UNSC soldiers in the room – all of which were dead.
“Woah.” Grif picked up the Epsilon Unit, and whistled. “Holy Crap. How did you do that?”
Carolina turned to him, but didn’t say anything. The angry glare that was her visor conveyed the message well enough.
“Right.” Grif cringed away slightly, shifting the Epsilon Unit in front of his crotch. “Sorry.”
“Just get the unit.”
***
Ponyville Library:
Twilight sat at the table, gazing blankly at the wall as her coffee slowly cooled down.
She whistled absently. For the most part, she was waiting for Church to wake up.
Today was ‘the day’. She was going to be nice and tolerant. She was going to bear everything Church did with a smile and a good attitude, and if that didn’t make him more receptive, then nothing would.
She whistled absently. How long could that stallion sleep in? Did alcohol have an effect on sleep patterns? She’d never been in a position to find out.
Spike waved a hand in front of Twilight’s face, jolting her from her reverie.
“Twilight, you okay?”
“Huh?” Twilight shook her head. “Yeah, why?”
“You were kinda… just staring off into space.” Spike raised an eyebrow. “Everything alright?”
“Just thinking.” Twilight replied with a grin. If she was going to be nice today, then why not be nice to everyone?
“Uhh… huh…” Spike frowned. “You didn’t add anything to that coffee, did you?”
“No Spike.” Twilight pursed her lips. “I’m just going to try and be extra nice today, and see if I can’t make a breakthrough with Church!”
“Righ…” Spike lifted up his feather-duster once again. “Good luck with that. I’ve got actual stuff to do.
***
The UNSC Archives:
“Come on!” Carolina barked. “Move it!”
“I’m moving, I’m moving!” Grif complained, Slowly jogging behind the Cyan soldier. “Damn!”
“I said, hurry up!” The Freelancer snapped. “Before more of them arrive!”
“Come on, Grif.” Simmons’ voice crackled over the radio. “The sooner you get out here, the sooner you can have some Oreos.”
Grif didn’t acknowledge the comment, but he did manage to speed up a little bit. “Can’t believe I’m always the one that has to go through this crap.”
“I’m sure Church is working just as hard to get out again.” Simmons assured him.
***
Pain.
Pain.
A lot of pain.
“Oh my god…” Church brought his hoof up to his head – which only served to cause more pain on contact. "Ow! Bitch!"
He rolled over in his bed, letting out a hoarse groan to match the springs in the mattress.
“Fuuuuuuuck…” The curse erupted from his lips. “Holy shit. Soooo… muuuuch… beeeeeeer…”
***
"Yeah." Panted Grif as he desperately tried to keep pace with Carolina. "I guess."
"Come on." Carolina repeated, now with slightly less bite to her voice. "We're nearly there."
"God you're pathetic." She muttered under her breath.