//------------------------------// // Small Confrontation // Story: Uncontrolable // by BetaGravGear //------------------------------// “Brain Splitters, fall in!” Commander Yeria enthusiastically yelled out to his unit once all the vehicles had unloaded. Soon everyone stood at attention at their respective spot in formation in front of their commander. Yeria looked over his men carefully before speaking. “All leads report in.” “All Hatchet crew members present and accounted for sir,” reported Uait Utah with a crisp salute. “All Slither crew members present and accounted for sir,” reported Sai Seira as she gave her salute. “All command elements present and accounted for sir,” reported Ale Aie as he gave his salute. “All boots present and accounted for sir,” reported Wayne Wac as he gave a two fingered salute. “At ease!” ordered Yeria, to which everyone in front of him went to parade rest. “Welcome to Equestira men, home to magic and everlasting peace.” Yeria paused for a second to remember exactly what he was going to say next. “We are here to provide more security to our resources due to recent events. Remember, this is not our base, so be on your best behavior and stay out of trouble. Huah!” “Huah!” roared the whole unit. “You will now be released to go unpack and familiarize yourself with the layout of the base and town,” Yeria stated as he went to attention. “Unit ten, hut!” Everyone snapped to attention immediately. “Brain Splitters,” he began. “Through anything. To serve, protect, and kill!” the unit roared, finishing the small motivational chant. “You are released,” Yeria yelled to the unit as he turned around and started going toward the headquarters of the base. “’bout damn time!” the unit yelled as they slowly dispersed toward their new homes. Cy started toward his own new place of residence. “Hey RC, wait up!” shouted Strike as he ran to catch up to the young drone controller. “Listen,” he started once had caught up to Cy, “I heard that one of the princesses might be on base. So be extra careful with what you do. Something tells me she will want to see our unit first hand.” “Wait,” Cy said as he looked at Strike like he had a second head, “why would she be here? Doesn’t she have something better to do, like run the country?” asked a semi-worried Cy as he thought of why one of the royal sisters of Equestira would on a base in such a small town. “I heard that she wanted to see our ‘expert’ unit firsthand,” Strike stated thoughtfully. “Don’t worry about it too much RC, it’s just a rumor that probably isn’t true,” Strike finished as they got to their unit’s new living quarters. The building looked more like a large college dormitory than the barracks that most of the men of the unit were used to. As both men entered the dormitory they proceeded to sign in and grab their bags from a storage room where everyone in the units’ bags was being stored for their owners to claim them. RC grunted as he hoisted his heavy duffel bag onto his back and grabbed his suitcase. The two then started towards the stairwell so they could go up to their rooms, both of which were on the fifth floor. “Since when have we been considered an ‘expert’ unit?” Cy asked as they started their ascent up the large stairwell. “I know we are specialized for tactical hit and run assaults, but expert seems to be pushing it. The only true ‘experts’ would have to be Reaper Squad and they are not even officially part of the unit.” Cy sighed as they neared the middle of their climb to the top floor. “That may be true, but you have to remember this isn’t our nation,” Strike began as he looked at his junior with a small smile. “While to our own nation our unit may be just another specialized task force, here in Equestira it seems that our units’ mission and build classifies it as a Special Operations Unit.” Strike saw a look of surprise come onto the young boys’ face for a second before he regained his composure. “Are you sure we are considered Spec Ops?” questioned Cy as they reached the top of the stairwell and proceeded through the double doors into the main hallway. They both stopped as they considered this for a few moments. “Here? Yes. We are,” Strike answered, “but officially we are still classified by our nation’s judgment. Remember that the only reason we are here is to provide a more stable relationship with Equestira. I think the whole embassy guard thing is a load of bullshit, they already have some specialized details guarding that building.” Strike adopted a look of thought as he went on. “We are here for some other reason, and something tells me we will find out what that is in time. For now though, we will play the middle ground for the princesses and our leader, which is why you really need to stay out of trouble,” Strike concluded as he started down the East hallway towards his room, leaving Cy standing in front of the doorway to the stairs. “I don’t get in trouble,” Cy said to no one in particular. “At least, not often.” Cy then proceeded down the North hallway towards his room. When he reached the door he opened it and went inside. Cy dropped all his gear down next to his desk and dug out some of his civilian clothes from his suitcase. He changed out of his combat uniform and put on a pair of urban camouflaged cargo pants, a 405th Robotic Training Squadron T-shirt, and an issued urban watch cap. Cy threw on his gray sneakers before he went out the door to go back downstairs to sign out. As Cy exited the dormitory, he thought he saw a formation of Equestrian Royal Guards (ERG) surrounding something. Dismissing it as just one of their ceremonial practices, Cy started toward the Drone hangar which was situated close to the dormitory along with the units’ other vehicles. The main difference between the regular depot and the drone storage was that the drone storage hangar depot had a keycard system that would only allow a few select individuals in, one of which was Cy. As he neared the door, Cy noticed a small group of ERG approaching him. Cy stopped right in front of the door as the Guardsmen confronted the young drone controller. “Excuse me young man but are you lost?” asked the middle guardsman, a Unimagi wearing silver armor, with a worried expression. “You should be in class right now.” “Do you need help finding your school?” asked the right guard, a Wingie wearing shiny gold armor. “I am sure the three of us can help you find your school yard and help explain why you are a little late to class,” the left guard, a Human wearing bronze armor added as the three gave Cy a soft smile. Cy sighed as he gave the three guardsmen a look of annoyance. “You three do know that I am a member of the unit that just came in right?” Cy asked as he attempted to get past the guardsmen in which the three still blocked his way to the door of the hangar. “And I am sure your parents would want to make sure you are safely transported to your new school,” the Human guardsman stated. “And what better way to do that then have members of Equestiras’ best give you a ride to school?” the Unimagi guardsman asked as he held out a hand towards Cy. “I don’t know how they did it back in your country, but here all the schools are off base.” “Now come with us young man so we can get you to class safe and sound,” the Wingie guardsman finished as he gave a smile to Cy. “Now why don’t you try listening a little closer,” Cy started, his anger starting to raise at the guardsmen lack of knowledge. “I am a member of the 98th unit and am here on orders. So can you three please leave me so I can attend to my job?” Cy finished, hoping the guardsmen would go away so he could check on the drones. “Aren’t you a little young to be serving in the military?” questioned the Unimagi guardsman as he looked over Cy, trying to figure out whether or not he was telling the truth. “That sounds a little bit more like an excuse to get out of class young man,” the Human guardsman stated as he adopted a look of disappointment. “Do we have to call your parents to tell them that you are trying to get out of your first day of class?” Cy’s anger was now starting to reach a boiling point. “I am guessing you three know nothing about foreign military standards,” Cy hissed as he glared at the three guardsmen, now pissed at the fact that they wouldn’t listen. “Now don’t be taking that tone with us, we are just trying to help you get to where you’re supposed to be,” stated the Wingie guardsman as he and his comrades took defensive positions. “Even if you are military, you still have to go to school.” “Now I know you three are full of shit,” Cy stated as took a step towards the guardsmen. “I know for a fact that I do not need to do anything but my job, which you three dumb-fucks are keeping me from doing. So get out of my fucking damn way before I make you,” Cy threatened as he took another step towards them, adopting an offensive stance. “Is that a threat young man?” the Unimagi guardsman asked with a hint of anger in his voice. “No, it’s a fucking promise,” Cy answered as he got ready to make the three get out of the way. “I would like to see you try to make us move young man, I am sure you would just be detained,” the Wingie guardsman stated as he took a step towards Cy. The Wingie then felt a sharp, unexpected jab to the front of his neck before landing unconscious in a supine position. Before the other guardsmen could react, Cy stepped left and proceeded to grab onto the Unimagi's arm. Cy pulled the guardsman close to him and rammed his shoulder into the Unimagi's stomach. Cy then jabbed the guardsman’s’ neck before he released his grasp and the guardsman fell to the ground. Before Cy could react, the last guardsman grabbed Cy from behind, keeping a tight grip around his arms and body. Cy let a deviant grin cross his lips as he jabbed his right heel into the guardsman’s foot. The guard instantly released his grip before feeling a pair of arms wrap around his neck. The human then flipped across Cy’s back, striking the ground with a heavy thud. Cy slammed his palm onto the guardsman’s’ chest, effectively incapacitating him. As Cy looked up from his now incapacitated target he saw something that made his stomach drop. Not too far in front of him was a formation of what appeared to be high ranking guards, all looked eager to avenge their fallen brethren. Though that wasn’t what really made Cy start to regret what he did, it was who they guards were surrounding. In the middle of the formation was a tall woman dressed in an all-white royal gown. Gold, only interrupted by the presence of seemingly iridescent jewels decorated her. On her head was a tall pointed horn and a golden diadem, on her back a pair of large powerful angelic wings. She stared at Cy with a mixed expression of amazement, confusion, and agitation. Cy knew he had just royally messed up. “Guards, detain him,” the woman shouted with a powerful, commanding voice. Cy saw the guards running towards him and knowing he could not escape, just threw his hands up and let them tackle him.