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there was a distinct smell of smoke in the air. BlueBlood looked back to see no sign of Rocky. I looked over to him, "Rock'll be fine"
but that's when I heard over the comm system.... "Sorry, Showdown, Looks like I wont be able to take you to the beach like I promised" then the comm suddenly frazzled and the connection was crackly. Then came the explosion.
Rocky was in the main building. he began fiddling with a bizarre looking engine. As he examined the strange object he noticed the buzzing sound growing closer. Frivolously swiveling around to look at his would-be killers, he flipped them off, beginning a quick dash around the entire building. He slipped and fell. Looking over to the Engine, he decided to make his way towards it.
that's when it began. The Changelings began a relentless attack attempting to stop the large man. he once again began towing with the engine. looking over to see a small beeping red light, He took stock of the simple phrase "overload"
He was resigned to his fate. "may the ending come,my work be done..." he raised his hand to his ear, and gave his parting message. He sat down beside the engine as flames and rubble enveloped him.
"Rocky, Come in... Rocky?" I slumped down, hearing a tearful Showdown's voice emanating from the comm link.
BlueBlood stood still, not knowing what to do or say. by my accounts this was probably the first time he'd experienced the death of a comrade. "BlueBlood.." He looked at me for a moment, then walked to Sweetspot and Showdown's location.
but before going any further... "Find the body... please" His voice seemed broken, almost as if he was choking back a scream.
I turned to face the now crumbled encampment, I walked towards the remains of the main building.
As I walked, I sighed deeply while blinking back tears. "Rocky... all you had to do was help me up and we'd have left together man..." I saw a hand sticking out of the rubble.
all that was heard over the comm-link since then was a series of grunts, swearwords and phrases that shouldn't be repeated within earshot of children.
Rocky was finally recovered. his body was tattered and torn, his army fatigues were shredded. I picked up Rocky and carried him all the way to Ponyville Hospital, just hoping for a small flicker of life left in his broken body. soon i was joined by the other squad members. Laying him down on a bed, I whispered in his ear. "If you die, i'll kill you myself got it?"
"f-fuck you sir" was the raspy reply.