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// Private First Class Honeybee: "Unforgivable" 
// Story: Canterlot: The First Days 
// by AZFlashfire 
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	The reticle of her rifle presently sat a few mils below Queen Chrysalis' chest. She really didn't like this effort, her Princess and Goddess just a few feet from a changeling. But, she seemed to not want this invasion to go on any longer. They seemed to be taking turns speaking, Chrysalis occasionally looking down at her pedastal, presumably at some papers. Understandable, the former changeling leader had gotten used to having the fear of ponies, not asking them for help.
Eventually her radio got around to working, as someone below got a microphone.
"...He is not part of the Changeling Nation, h-he is a terrorist. He is the furthest from what we w-wish to achieve now. I stress Chitin is not under my jurisdiction..n-nor are any of his followers."
That had to have been Chrysalis, even though her voice lagged a few seconds behind. Absolutely terrible connection.
Her words were cause for Honeybee to lower her rifle a little more. Even though against her judgement she began to trust a changeling.

Babysitting was boring, and she really didn't want to do it for Celestia. Leaving the city for months- Or rather, not appearing. Nopony had any idea as to where she went. Some bunker? Out of the country completely? Ponies said that what mattered was that she was back now, but she shouldn't abandon her city like that! Who did she think she was-
Oh, right, the princess. Honeybee sighed, and listened: Her radio had shut off. Taking her eye off the scope for a second gave her no real advantage, but looking back in showed something black. Getting larger, closer. Green glowed from near the top. At full speed she had no choice. Whether it be a changeling or a black pony, it had to be neutralized.
A little upward and to the left...There! She had to hurry before it did whatever it was meant to do.
Bang.

She closed her eyes, able to feel the scope jab her in the eye. She cursed loudly, her rifle clattering to the floor within the building. Jumping back away from it, she remembered it was bolt action. Her eye was what concerned her. She fell to the floor, rolled over and pulled out her mirror, holding it to her face. It was hard to keep her eye open, and the scar around her eye was once again prominent. Bleeding a little. She reached around and grabbed a tissue from a table, and used it on her cheek and eyelid. It got rid of the blood..but now little bits of tissue were there. Honeybee simply wiped them off with her hoof, and, now able to hold her eye open a little, looked out the window. The stage where her princess and Chrysalis were was burning, nopony anywhere to be found.

I've killed the princess, she thought. Burned her right out of existence.
Her eyes closed, and she entered a world of dreams. She didn't want to wake up.

But, inevitably, she did; she had to, she hadn't died. But not in the same place, nor position she fell asleep. She awoke in a warzone, a mare's iron-grey body and multicolored mane, like...what was it..., greeted her. The tag on the left side of her chest read "Ferra Rust." That's what her mane was. Rust. She was in the Air Corps.

"PFC Honeybee! This is the last time I'm going to try and wake you! We are in the middle of a firefight!"
Honeybee's eyes widened, a hoof immediately tending to her right, in pain from the scope-bite. In Ferra's hooves she held Honeybee's rifle. She could see a little dried blood ringing the scope from her position, which she sat up from and snatched her weapon back and put it on the ground.
"What's happened?"
"From the looks of it...suicide bombing. Changelings have the advantage again."
"T-the advantage? Is this some kind of game to you?" She rose a hoof and momentarily considered punching her.
"No! I-I meant they've t-taken the square a few blocks down..A-and I think they have guns.."

Ferra was right so far; as Honeybee surveyed the area outside the building, gunfire was being exchanged. The return-fire was greenish, not only the bullets but the occasional rocket fired down the street. Most missed and flew past Honeybee's building. The ones that did hit exploded with a small delay. She saw a few ponies missing limbs, too far to hear their screaming. She rubbed her eye and sat against the wall next to Ferra, shivering.

There was only one thought in her mind:
I caused this.