//------------------------------// // I Must Be Dreaming! // Story: Soldiers Remnants of Us // by Ribe_FireRain //------------------------------// Ryan proceeded towards the settlement in front of him, knowing that there may be danger ahead of him, but by his guess, the Russians must of captured his squad mates, and he would risk life for their lives, no matter the costs. As he approached the settlement, he noticed it was a town, but what was odd about it was that the small houses looked different somehow. The roof was layers of straw and mixtures of hay, while the walls were that of a brown and white wood, similar to a Tudor style pattern. Even tho it looked odd, it sure was a pretty sight, even for Ryan's eyes that have seen nothing but bloodshed and slaughter. He realized that there might be civilians, so he put his revolver back into its holster, still at a reachable height as he entered the town. When he entered, everyone was looking at him... No.. Wait... Not everyone - but everypony! 'HOLY SHIT! Ponies?!' Ryan was cut off from his thoughts as a pink, coloured pony with a puffed up and pink curly mane hopped up towards him. That answered his thought. 'HI! I'm Pinkie Pie, who are you? You don't look like anypony I've seen before.. Are you new? Some kind of alien or a-' Pinkie Pie was cut off by the shocked soldier. 'Wha-WHAT?! Oh my God...I must be going insane or something...' Pinkie giggled and noticed a shine coming from Ryan's holstered revolver and immediately began jabbing at it and pulled it out the holster, snapping Ryan from his thoughts. 'HEY! Wait! Don't--' Ryan was cut short by a bullet roaring its way out of the barrel of his revolver as Pinkie played with it. The bullet bounced off a metal bucket on a windowsill and flew into Ryan's chest with deadly precision, knocking him to the ground with a loud thud as he yelled in pain. 'AHH! WHAT THE FUCK!? Even with my bullet proof vest that still hurts!' Pinkie dropped the pistol immediately and watched as Ryan pulled open his Velcro jacket, revealing his bullet proof vest that now had a crushed and crunched up .357 round on its surface. 'You shouldn't play with things that you know nothing about! Remember that!' Ryan groaned through gritted teeth as he picked the crushed bullet off of his vest. Pinkie stared up into Ryan's deep blue eyes with an apologetic grin. 'Sorry...I didn't think you would get hurt...' Ryan looked right into the pink earth pony's eyes. 'Just don't do it again. If my Sergeant saw you shoot me, he would of possibly killed you...I'll let it slide for now.' Pinkie Pie's ears perked up. 'What was that anyway?' Ryan ran a hand down his face. 'Seriously? you DON'T know what a gun is?!' 'You don't have weapons here?' Ryan gave out a loud sigh. 'It was a .357 revolver, given to me by my father for my 21st birthday. It is probably the most strongest gun I've ever served the army with and I'm proud to have it at my side.' Pinkie cocked her head. 'Huh? Whats the army?' Once again Ryan gave Pinkie his annoyed look. 'Look, would you just stop with the questions? I've already got a headache. Do you know where we are?' Pinkie giggled. 'Oh, silly, you're in Ponyville in Equestria.' Ryan's eyes widened. 'WHAT?!' 'You mean that cartoon place from TV that I used to watch with my daughter?!' Before Pinkie could respond Ryan collapsed and fainted and dropped to the floor like a rock with a loud thud. 'Whoa..was it something I said?' 'Curtis, do you have a signal on that radio?' 'No, nothing, Lieutenant, just more static.' 'Well, keep scanning through channels, we surely can't be that far from command.' 'SARGE! I found Ryan's assault rifle!' Bishop shouted from a few hills nearby. 'What? Are you sure it's Ryan's?' 'Positive, Sir, I recognize his night vision scope and scratches.' 'Good work Bishop, we mustn't be that far from where he is.' 'Lieutenant, I see a town, settlement by the looks of it, maybe Ryan is in there.' Bishop noticed the town moments later and pointed in the direction of the town. 'I think we should go check it out, Sir.' 'Alright, Bishop, check everyone's ammo and supplies, we need to make sure we have enough ammunition if we run into a fight. 'Yes, Sir!' It took about 10 minutes for Bishop to check all the other soldiers ammo and supplies but there was enough to go for a raid if necessary. 'How much we got there Bishop?' The Sarge inquired. 'About 6 mags for the assault rifles, including 2 spare and for the pistols, 12 clips to share between us, but no grenades. We must of lost them in the trenches.' 'All of you soldiers ready? There is no turning back once we move out. Last chance to ready yourselves.' Lieutenant Parker asked the soldiers before they moved out. 'Fuck yeah,Sir!' All the soldiers chanted back in unison as they each cocked and loaded their weapons. 'THEN LETS MOVE! GO,GO,GO!' And on command, they all raced down the hill towards the town. As they got closer they saw the town come into clearer focus. They all were thinking the same thing. The houses were decorated with the same kind of pattern you would of seen on a Tudor house and the wood was of multiple shades, from dark to light. It was so colourful it looked like a house made from chocolate and wafers. The roofs of the houses were mixes of straw and brightly coloured hay, adding a beautiful contrast to the rest of the houses that all had the same patterns and plans. 'What the fuck? All this seems a bit familiar to me...I feel as though I've seen it somewhere before. But where?' Curtis spoke quietly as he contemplated his surroundings. As they got deeper into town they all couldn't believe what they were seeing. The civilians were not people, they were ponies! 'Jesus Christ...this has to be fake....' The Sergeant spoke out loud. The Sergeant scratched his bald head as he looked around. 'Where are we? Is this...' The Sergeant was knocked to the floor by a cyan blur before he could finish his sentence. As he fell, he dropped his rifle that began to fire as it dropped with a metal clang, sending an spray of bullets everywhere. 'Hey! Get off of me!' The Sergeant pushed at whatever was on his chest off and got back on his feet and pointed his pistol towards a cyan mare with a rainbow mane, the other soldiers doing the same. 'WHOA! Why don't you point that thing or whatever it is someplace else?' The rose eyed, cyan Pegasus stared back it him, showing very little fear towards the strange thing being held up by the Sergeant. 'Don't you fucking move!' The Sergeant yelled at her, only to be laughed at. Rainbow Dash laughed. 'Easy there, Gramps. Someone wake you from your sleep?' Rainbow said with a giggle as she pushed past the Sergeant and trotted behind him. 'What are you? Are you an alien or something? I've never seen one of you before.' 'I'm a Sergeant, and what I'm doing is none of your business.' The Sergeant snorted as he eyed the cyan Pegasus. 'Hehe. What is that? A nickname? Come on, you must have a proper name. Mine is Rainbow Dash. Now come on, what's yours?' 'Sergeant Edwin.' 'Sergeant Paul Edwin.' Paul chortled at the Pegasus. 'Paul? What kind of name is 'Paul'?' 'Well, what kind of name is 'Rainbow Dash''? Paul spat back. Rainbow was beginning to laugh more the more she annoyed him. 'Duh. A normal name.' Paul had just about had enough of Rainbow's smug attitude and went to grab her. 'Why, you little...!' The Sergeant went to grab Rainbow's neck but his squad pulled him back with all their strength. 'LET GO OF ME!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF HER!' Rainbow Dash broke down into laughter as she watched the Sergeant get held back by his colleagues. 'Sarge, leave her alone, she's just playing with you.' A voice called from behind Paul and his squadron. It was Ryan. Upon seeing him, the Sarge stopped. Ryan spoke up first. 'I see you've met Rainbow Dash. Don't take it personally but she likes to wind people up.' 'Perhaps we should go and see Pinkie Pie so she can fill you in about what's what around here.'