//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 - Prologue // Story: My Little Company - Friendship is mutual // by Toshiro121 //------------------------------// A good bit of this chapter is get people familiar with the group of Bad Company, if you aren't already. Texas, United States of America. "The Russians, they're invading." General Braidwood said. "... Uh, no they're not sir. We just blew up that fucking ultimate weapon of theirs. PS: Invasion cancelled sir." Haggard boldly proclaimed. "Not here," He said, climbing into a Humvee. "they're coming in through Alaska!" The team just stood there, dumbfounded as Braidwood drove away. "Wh-what just happened Sarge?" Sweetwater asked. "I think my retirement just got postponed, again." Sarge responded. Only minutes beforehand, the team had just parachuted down into Texas, after following a one Colonel Arkady Kirilenko through half of Europe and South America and ending up taking down a Russian super weapon project called a Scalar weapon (although originally the 'black weapon', started by the Japanese during the 1940's) that had almost ended up in the middle of the United States. What had started out as a simple support mission, what was to be their last mission in B-Company as it was, turned into a cascade of events ending in the foiling of a plot to cripple the US for invasion. The group had only formed just a few years ago, under rather inconvenient circumstances. The team consisted of four people, all sent to B-Company (or Bad company, as referred to by most) for various reasons. They are as follows: Sergeant Samuel D. Redford, AKA 'Sarge'. Unlike most others, he actually requested to be transferred to B-Company, because he thought it would lead to a quicker retirement. (And boy was he wrong) He is the squad leader and knows what he is doing. The others however, not so much. Private George Gordon Haggard Jr, AKA 'Hags'. Was sent to B-Company supposedly for an incident involving 'the officer's latrine and a claymore' and blowing up 'the biggest ammo dump east of Paris'. Likes blowing things up and is a good fan of the Dallas Cowboys, Also treats Sweetwater like a younger brother at times. Private Terrence Sweetwater, AKA 'Sweets', AKA 'CSI New Jersey'. Was sent to B-Company after uploading a virus into the US Military mainframe. Is rather cautious but decently intelligent. Also hates baseball, much to Haggard's disappointment. Private Preston Marlowe, AKA 'Pres'. Transferred to B-Company after crashing a Black Hawk into a general's car. Comes from a line of war veterans, and rarely swears. "I still can't believe after we just took out the scalar weapon, the Russians still want to invade." Sweetwater said. "yeah well, we always knew Ivan was persistant, we're just gonna have to put up with it and head up to Alaska." Sarge replied. "Oh come the fuck on." Haggargd complained. "I just got back home, and now they want us at ALASKA? Nuh uh, no way in hell am I leaving." "I'm not sure we have much of a choice, Hags." Marlowe said, trying to comfort him. "But put it this way, if we don't stop the Russians, there wont BE a Texas to come home to." Haggard stood up loaded his rifle, before walking over to a knocked over sign and lightly kicking it. "Ahhh, I don't know. If I do, I'll be away from home the moment I get there, and there won't be a guarantee that I'll come back alive. If I don't, I'll be home for a while, but then again I might not have a home to go back to later.That means there'd be no more Superbowl sundays, T-bone steaks-" "No shooting tresspaassers on your front porch...(which I do believe is legal in Texas)" Sweetwater added. "No more Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders..." Marlowe also added. "Aww shit, that's definitely torn it. Lets go boys, I got myself a country and some cheerleaders to save!" haggard said boldly, before squinting over into the distance. "The Cheerleader thing always gets him, doesn't it Sweets?" Marlowe said. " Yeah, it does. I wonder how long it'll take for it to stop working. What is it Hags?" Sweetwater asked, noticing him just staring into the distance. Haggard just pointed and continued looking at the wreckage of the plane that had taken them to the US, which also housed the remains of the Scalar weapon. The rest of the squad turned to face the wreckage in the distance, to find it was glowing. "Oh, that's not good..." "Yeah, I second that." Sarge said uncomfortably. Suddenly, a blue flash appeared out of the wreckage. Seconds later, a wave of the same blue light shot out, travelling at easily 100 miles an hour. The squad was instantly ingulfed, unable to be seen in the large pulsing wave. Just seconds after it started, it suddenly stopped. The squad had disappeared, leaving nothing behind indicating that they were even there. They had however, not been disintegrated into nothing, as everything else around them was completely intact. What had actually happened, was something that none of them would have guessed. Just outside the Royal Palace, Canterlot, Equestria. The squad appeared out of nowhere, right in the middle of the street. Sarge and the rest stood there, dazed and confuzed for several seconds until he spoke up. "Ya'll still with me? Hags?" "Yeah..." haggard mumbled. "Sweets?" "Alive. Confused, but alive." Sweetwater said. "Marlowe?" There was no response. "Marlowe? Sound off!" There was nothing but silence. All the while, Sweetwater as looking at their surroundings. he was also looking at the dozen or so ponies that were forming around them. "Uhh, guys? I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Take a look at this." He said, pointing at one of the many ponies. "I think the defecation just hit the oscillation, if you get what I'm saying." 'Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, I haven't seen anything like this before in my entire life." Haggard said in a mix of shock and awe. After regaining clear thinking ability, the squad (minus marlowe) put their backs to each other, cautiously sweeping their gun sights at the multitude of ponies that surrounded them. "Alright, I'm not much of a diplmoat but I do have one question for them." Sarge said. "Where the fuck is Marlowe?" Meanwhile in Ponyville, Spike the dragon was tending to the roses outside the Library, humming a tune as he went. Everything was calm, peaceful, and above all; quiet. At least, for now. Twilight came outside to check how he was doing, when suddenly a bright flash of blue light erupted in front of them. The light dissipated seconds later and Marlowe appeared before them, dazed and confused. Spike screamed and hid behind Twilight, who had half a mind to back off slowly and another half telling her to approach the unfamiliar creature. Marlowe snapped out his dazed state to find himself standing in front of a purple unicron and a baby dragon. "What the, Am I dreaming or something? Did something hit me in the back of the head when I landed? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not in Texas anymore." Marlowe muttered to himself. Looking around, he couldn't see any of his squadmates. Panicking, he edged back, tripping into a fountain behind him, earning a snicker of laughter from Twilight and Spike. "Well, I guess I'm not dreaming. Question is, Where the fuck am I?"