//------------------------------// // The Return // Story: Trials of the Republic // by TheDarkNight775 //------------------------------// Chapter 7 The Return MORE P.A.R.T.Y, GUYS This chapter is Pinkie and Airis. Next one is Gizmo and Saran. “War is the Answer” by Five Finger Death Punch was my music for this chapter. (Full album, not just the song) I OWN NOTHING! Airis burst through the brush, flying top speed. She stopped dead as the dual barrels of the Party Cannon swung to point right between her eyes. She touched down slowly, hands in the air. Pinkemenia’s eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her chest heaved. Her gaze was unfocused, and the hand that was not clamped firmly on the pistol grip of the Party Cannon was trembling. Airis had seen this before. Judging by the numerous Timber Wolf corpses scattered around, Pinkemenia had been taken by the Bloodlust. Airis was lucky she hadn’t been shot down like a clay pigeon on a skeet-shooting range. “Commander.” She said, slowly and clearly. “I got what you asked for.” Pinkemenia’s eyes flicked down, then back up. The insane smile on her face didn’t budge an inch. Neither did the Party Cannon. Airis slowly and carefully set the parachute down, purposely using over-exaggerated movements. She had folded it into a neat triangle as soon as she’d found it. Pinkemenia’s eyes flicked down to the cloth, then back up. And with a tiny sigh, she keeled over with a soft thud. Airis rushed to her commander. Pink had bled even more while she’d been gone. Her already pale skin had lost what little color it had, becoming a dead white. No matter how badly Airis wanted to stop the bleeding, she had to clean the wound first. Infection was a bigger killer than bullets themselves. Airis rolled Pinkemenia onto her stomach. She then pulled her canteen out and poured water directly into the wound, washing all the dirt and mud and assorted crud off the raw flesh. Once she was sure all the pine needles and various other shit was gone, she tugged a small flask out of her belt. She stared at it mournfully for a moment before unscrewing the cap and tipping it on its side, allowing an amber stream of liquid to soak into the gash. Sighing at the loss of the whiskey, she turned to the recovered parachute. Drawing her combat knife with a flourish, she cut a long strip and set it aside. Oooh. This was going to be awkward. Carefully, she reached around Pinkemenia’s body and unbuttoned her pants. Her face flushed a deep red as she carefully peeled her commander’s pants down her legs. She REFUSED to look at the ass currently positioned right in front of her face, and began to wind the strip of cloth around Pinkemenia’s leg. Head out of gutter. Back to task at hand. Her flush grew an even deeper red. Why the thigh? Why not the forearm or hand or somewhere completely non-sexual? Well, now that she thought about it… Damn it. Those pink lace panties didn’t help in the least. Why did the Commander have to have such a nice ass, dammit? FOCUS. Finally, she was done. She tied off the bandage and (rather hurriedly) pulled Pinkemenia’s pants back up and buttoned them. She thanked Celestia that she hadn’t had to bandage the chest area and- She could still see it. Those pants couldn’t be that tight. She could still see Pinkemenia’s ass. Buck it. She tore her eyes away and moved to flip Pinkemenia back over- and met a pair of ice-blue eyes. Airis grinned nervously. “Good to see you made the party, kid.” Pinkie said, a smirk curling her lips. Sitting up, she ran her hands over her thigh. “Nice work on the bandage. I can barely tell it’s there.” Airis nodded. “It was easy.” “Sure it was.” Pinkie replied, her smirk widening. Using a boulder to brace herself, Pinkemenia got to her feet. Her legs shook a little, but she stood. “Commander!” Airis said, shocked. “You shouldn’t-“ “Who’s in charge here, kid?” “You, ma’am. But…” “No buts. I’m coming out of these woods on my own two feet or I’m not coming out at all.” With that, she scooped up the Party Cannon and started to walk away, shoving the weapon under her coat as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Airis stood in the middle of the carnage, realizing just then how many corpses were scattered around. “You better come on if you’re comin’, kid!” “Yes, Ma’am!” Airis ran to catch up with her wonderfully insane commander. “What happened back there?” she asked. “They attacked me. I killed them.” “There were over twenty corpses!” “You miscounted.” “What?” “There were about thirty.”