//------------------------------// // Chapter 8:Brutal forces of Nature // Story: The tale of a Huntsmans corp // by Trickstermkcee //------------------------------// Chapter 7:Brutal Forces of Nature *CRACK* tink More kept coming *RATATATAT* thump click-click Another magazine dropped, quickly replaced by another, the racking of a charging handle. “EAT LEAD YOU BASTARDS!” Screams of fellow men and women as they slammed against the forts defenses, likes tides crashing against the shore. There banner flew proud, a single eagle, two rifles crossed over its chest. It was riddled full of holes, although it flew proud, cheers and cries of proud fighters and enraged defenders as the pounding of artillery added a almost pleasant pound, like drums. *THUMP THUMP THUMP* A massive helicopter flew over, its passengers dropping as it flew low, jumping on some of the enemy’s, stabbing, shooting, and doing anything they could to kill there target. It swerved around, it was a chinook, flying proud, as it’s open tail gun laid lead across the fortress, it was truly a beautiful sight. I sighed and lifted my rifle, taking aim down the dusty sights, pulling the bolt back. tink *CLUNK* My mind cleared as I sucked in a deep breathe and took aim at the bird, it’s metal rotors spinning lively. Silence as I waited, it had landed to pick up some injured, a squad had boarded. Neither were important. I sighed and tracked it, slowly it lifted up and tilted forward. *CRACK* *Clunk-shilk* tink It lurched forward and slowly tilted sides way, the pilot had been killed instantly, his co-pilot was fighting with the controls. It was balancing out slightly. *CRACK* *Clunk-shilk* tink The co-pilot was gone now as well, jerking to the left it slowly glided , crashing to the ground, it crushed dozens of the civilians turned soldiers. Screams of dying and wounded rang out. Carefully I lowered the rifle and backed away, retreating from my crawl space sniper nest. Slowly I got up, placing the rifle on my back, checking the strap, I reached down, pulling off the old battered radio, fiddling with the dials I tuned it to a static filled station. “The hits complete, leave the requested items at the drop zone.” Quickly left my mouth and I placed it back in the belt. I reached down and pulled out my phone, dialing a number on the old battered piece of equipment. “Hey, it’s Thomas, I need a pickup...” ————————————————————— “Hey you alright? Helloooo...?” Thomas jerked up, looking around in slight panic and confusion, clutching for his handgun. “Wooo, chill out!” Said the offending voice, slowly his eyes cleared up, his blurry vision dissipated to reveal the black bug that had sat across form him. “O-oh sorry Clank, old force of habit, were you saying something?” He quickly responded, blinking tiredly. It had been several hours of driving and he was beat, he and Clank had been tasked with watching over the two guards pony’s they had caught and so far the two had been compliant. “I asked what you did before the breakout.” Flank said, looking at Thomas, who hummed in thought. “I worked...odd jobs, let’s leave of at that.” He responded, grunting as he relaxed against the trucks canvas tent side. So far, he had found clank to be a eccentric young man... well stallion now. From the banter he had struck up earlier, the kid was only 18, soon to be 19 within a few weeks. He had been enlisted by the army to fight, and had been given a post of help guard a tank, to be more specific, the very tank that transported the truck. “Hehe yea, most of us worked odd jobs before the horrible disease...” mumbled clank. His eyes were distant, a small weak smile on his face. He seemed almost sober at the thoughts of the old days. “W-who are you people...?” A low soft voice spoke, catching the attention of the occupants of the trucks bed. It was the soot grey bat pony, who gazed at the soldiers. Her eyes were filled with tired wonder. “That is a simple question. The answer is we’re men and wo- err, stallions and mares, sorry.” Said Clank, his new P90 cradled in his grip as he spoke. “N-no...your different...are you the ESF?” Asked the mare, the stallion watching over her, Dawnsville, raised his eyebrow. “Uh... the E.S.F? No, we’re not from around here, although if you do have special forces, I doubt there like us.” Thomas replied, Clank nodding along. “But your so skilled...all the weapons your carrying...” she mumbled, looking at them. “Mean nothing, we’re just soldiers and civilians, trying to get through the day.” Added Artyom, looking back form the driver seat. The group had been switching in between people to allow everyone the ability to rest. “Huh...so some of you are civilians?” Asked Dawn, his eyes glancing between the two he could see sitting in front of him, and now that he thought about it, they were different. To his left sat a griffin that went by the name Thomas, he wore a pair of black jeans, and a casual longsleave shirt. He wore a vest, but it was different than the changeling vest. The changeling n who went by the rank of private, and was named clank, wore a deep dark green uniform. He had a rank patch, a uniform cap, and wore a similar forest green vest. “Yea, two of us are, the rest are soldiers.” Answered Thomas without thought, looking to the tank, were James sat in the commander hatch, seeing as the commander had decided to take a nap. “Huh...” mumbled Dawn, gazing at the group of mismatched individuals. Such a random force of individuals, and yet they didn’t seek power as far as he could tell. There weapons were insane, powerful, easily destroying the muskets they had developed ages ago. These soldiers were quiet, tired, and sick of killing for the most part... it warmed him in a strange way. —————————————————————- Jay grunted, his tail flinging out, jamming itself through the skull of a russian officer, who’s screech’s echoed out in rage. “S-SCREE- *SSSHLLK* The corpse jerked and tumbled to the side, unmoving. He was getting sick and tired of dealing with the undead, as far as he could tell , they were old though, probably pre-war. Jay sighed, looking to his newest target, a buried hind that had crashed down some time ago, its tail was bent and the rotors were long since frozen. Be approached it, his tail carefully dancing in a swift motion as he pulled his Deagle from its holster. He approached the massive wreck, his gun carefully bouncing as he spotted the cockpit, the pilots were still there, they had died instantly, there skeletons didn’t stir. He spotted the first one before it spotted him, a stumbler, laying dormant next to the bird. The poor bastard wore a a heavy coat, and a old helmet, not that he cared, sloping up next to it, he used his tail like a knife, ramming right through the back of its skull, causing it to jerk forward, then slump. “There we go...” he mumbled as he stripped off the jacket, it smelled terrible, but it wood help him survive, maybe warm his frozen wings. Apparently high altitudes and freezing snow storms plus leather wings had not been a good combo. When he crashed, he’d been lucky to hit a thick patch of snow, but was unlucky to learn he wasn’t the only helicopter that had made its fate on this snowy hell mountain. The crash sites of a russian hind and a old news chopper also rested hear as far as he found. They were both full of the undead, probably other crash victims long since buried under the snow. He shivered and peeked into the cockpit, checking through the rags that had once been a russian uniform. He smiled as he pulled a few things from it, a small pack of cigarettes, a old zippo lighter, and a old revolver. He sighed and emptied the rounds out, tossing the useless revolver to the side. He placed the bullets in a coat pocket. He picked out a cigarette and struck the zippo lighter. *CLICK*CLICK*CLICK-ZZSSSHH* The flame flickered and Jay smiled, letting the tip slowly grow red with heat, shutting the lighter and setting it in his pocket, he inhaled, and sighed, the smoke flowing out. He chuckled at the irony, a dragon having a smoke, and sighed, the smoke flowing off into the sky slowly. “GGGGRRRALLL!” A body lunges over hinds destroyed cockpit, angling itself to land on jay, who spun, taking aim. *CRACK*BOOM* ————————————————————— Lia stares down the star filled mare, her eyes didn’t dare to leave the tall stranger. “Who are you?” Asked Mia, her voice tingled with a slight accent, her surprise letting slip. “I’m am Luna, one of the two princesses who rule Equestria, how about you? Your body is of a pony...but your mind is different... your dream was of war, something we don’t see often...” she mumbled. Mia calmly reached towards her hip, withdrawing a baton, flicking it to the side. *CLICK* it locked in position. “Im none of your business, and under no order to answer!” Mia growled, “Now leave my mind, or I will be forced to remove you forcefully!” She snarled. Luna steppes back slightly, surprised at the fluency the mare moved with, her body seemingly unaffected by anything. Luna sighed and her horn glowed. “Don’t do anything rash, or I will be forced to respond with force myself...” she said, a short sword forming out of the space around them. Mia sighed and growled, her horn lit up, and slowly the area around her flickered, her horn glowed aggressively as she groaned and suddenly several rifles and pistols levitated up. “I’m afraid you’ll need to leave!” Quickly hails or gunfire rained down, Luna growled and a shield formed, quickly she advanced on the mare. Both a baton raised in defense, a sword raised in attack- —————————————————————- *CRACK*BOOM* Another infected collapsed quickly, part of its head missing, its dirty uniform covered in gore. *RATATATATA* The return fire made Jay duck for cover, shoving his head back behind the small Ice bank he had taken for cover, quickly adding another clip into his Deagle. He peaked over again, spotting his objective. A checkpoint. He had stumbled across if not more than 5 minutes ago, covered in snow and ice and a few stumblers. Bad thing was that it’s inhabitants were very much alive, and holding the place for dear life. *CRACK* BOOM* tink *CRACK*BOOM* tink Another soldier was down. flailing as he clutched his stub that had been his arms, his cries of pain unheard as the massive storm pounded on top of them. Jay stood up and sighted in one more. *CRUNK* A bullet slammed into his shoulder, he grunted as the bullet bounced off, too low of a caliber to pierce the hardened scale. He took aim and fired in return. *CRACK*BOOM* tink He sighed and lowered his handgun, creeping out from his cover, approaching the old checkpoint. He slipped his handgun into his holster and grabbed the first corpse he approached. The body he overturned wore a grey coat, gloves, a scarf, a old t-shirt, sporting a brand new bloodstain and hole. He wore jeans as well, although a AUG lay strapped across his shoulder. Jay grinned and pried the gun off the mans shoulder, checking it to make sure it was loaded, he picked up the scarf and gloves, sliding them on, he walked into the small checkpoint building, were several unfortunate scavengers had met there end. He examined each one, slowly picking through there pockets, he sighed as he stood up form the last one and turned to leave. *SSSHLK* “AAAGH!” Jay cried out and slammed his heel into the offending persons face, spinning in his feet he took aim. The poor bastard that payed on front of him was missing his shoulder, probably the Deagles work. *POW POW POW* tink tink tink He sighed and lowered his weapon, looking at the corpse, then looking to his leg he grunted, reaching down he grabbed at the handle of a knife, pulling he felt it sliding out slowly, the scales prevented it from going to deep, but it still hurt like hell. “A-Ahhh...” he mumbled as he slipped it out from the wound, tossing it to the side he sighed, the knife clanged a giant the old metallic flooring. He grabbed the corpse and took its shirt, pulling it off of his bloody body, ignoring its slow drips of red sliding down its frame. He growled and dropped it to the ground. *Thump* He grunted and applied the shirt to the injury, slowly tying it around his ankle, he looked out into the distance, the massive castle was so close...its walls so high and it radiates power...he would be there soon, one way or another...