//------------------------------// // First Contact // Story: A New Field // by Battlefield3vet //------------------------------// Equestria, Everfree Forest, Twilight's Perspective Twilight was confused and in extreme amounts of pain. She was investigating the area following an epic explosion of white light in the forest. Unfortunately, the curious lavender mare found the result of the phenomenon, 4 bipedal beings with weapons that really hurt when you were on the receiving end. Now she was laying on the ground, with an intense pain and possible bleeding in her hind leg, surrounded by hostile creatures shouting something in what sounded like Stalliongradi, she could only hope if they were going to kill her, they would do it quickly. "I-I'm sorry, I c-can't understand you." Twilight managed to choke out. Now all she could wish for was a miracle, but thankfully luck was on her side, as her wish was granted. Grayson's Perspective Wasting no time, I activated my optical camouflage and got into position. There were four mercs, all clad in their urban camo uniforms, two with their AN-94s slung across their chests, one with an SVD sniper rifle, and the other had his MP-443 in his hand, shouting in Russian at the defenseless purple unicorn. "I-I'm sorry, I c-can't understand you." the unicorn spat out. I had to do a double take after it spoke, I immediately realized a few things about this creature: 1.) It could talk. 2.) It spoke English, or a similar language. 3.) It didn't speak/understand Russian. 4.) The poor thing was scared and in pain beyond it's previous comprehension. The mercs were still shouting at it, and I was tired of just watching it in pain. I had to act fast. I raised the EOTech sight of my rifle to my right eye and placed the holographic reticle over the back of the first merc's head. I fired a single shot and my target dropped to the ground, away from the purple unicorn. The mercs jolted back and began shouting Russian phrases that I couldn't understand. The second one was about to say more, but was interrupted by me, more specifically the bullet from my rifle passing through his head(which he was probably not using anyways). The last two had their rifles at their faces, scanning the vegetation for movement. But right as number 3 was passing in front of me, I let loose a single shot, which flew right through his head, and grazed the last one's hood. The last one carried a sniper rifle, an SVD to be precise, he frantically looked around, trying to spot what his comrades could not. The lavender mare covered her eyes with her hooves. I was moving in to hopefully interrogate him, but my optic camo ran out of charge at the worst time. He gasped, and I riddled his chest with 6.8 rounds before he could raise his rifle to shoot me. With the mercs taken care of, I walked over to the creature to examine it. Knowing it understood my language, I asked, "Are you okay?, Can you let me help you?" She turned and stared at me with huge, scared purple eyes. "Yes." came her short reply. Twilight's Perspective This day was getting weirder by the minute. First I was at the mercy of four strange beings that walked on two legs and were capable of causing series damage. For my own sanity I didn't think of what they would do if the made it into Ponyville. Catastrophic couldn't describe a minute fraction of the damage they would've done Three of them just dropped dead shortly after one another as a red pool formed around where their heads lay. The fourth one had been frantically scanning the area for the threat, while at this point I just put my hooves over my eyes. I heard a gasp, followed by a sound that I had never heard before, it sounded like a loud clicking noise, but that was a very broad, inaccurate description. A voice asked, "Are you okay?, Can you let me help you?" I turned and stared him, at least I assumed it was male, based on the deep, masculine voice. He was different, he wore all black clothing as opposed to the red, white, gray and black pattern of the others. He had short red hair and wore no helmet or facial covering like the other ones. "Yes." I replied, I wanted to say more, but in the confusion and pain I was in, that was all I could manage. "I'm going to give first-aid to that bullet wound on your hind leg, alright?" "Alright." I replied. I had so many questions to ask him, What are you?, Did you take out the guys that were here earlier?, What's a bullet? He pulled a pair of forceps from a small black sack on the back of his uniform and pulled a small lead dome from the wound. It stung slightly, but didn't hurt as much as when it went in. "So now the bullet is extracted." he said "Thank you." "I'm not done yet. I still need to apply disinfectant and a bandage." "Why are you helping me?" I finally asked after working up the courage. He stared at me in thought for a second and replied, "Because I hate to see the innocent suffer."