//------------------------------// // Damnation // Story: My little starcraft: Friendship is chaos // by Krasus Shyhoof //------------------------------// Chapter 10: Damnation Coming from a small cave rang out many whimpers. It was dark, to dark for them to see their hand in front of their faces. There was a heavy smell of smoke that hung in the already dank-smelling air, making it thick and harder to breath. Sweetie Belle had been awoke by a strange noise from just outside the cave. Rain poured from the sky above, making loud patters outside as large clumps of water splatter and splash against the rocks. But Sweetie Belle heard something, she was positive. Could the fire have attracted some animal.. Or. Sweetie Belle swallowed at the thought. It was a sunny day and they were all in class. Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and- .. And Apple Bloom. It had been so long since the trio had been united, about 3 months to be exact. Scootaloo and herself were both in the bathroom, once they left, they saw a few military old-school dropships. Only a few kids had gone, but it had seemed that Apple Bloom was taken aboard one. After that there was a lot of noise, gunfire, explosions, all of the sorts. Sweetie Belle shook her head and made a few tears run down her cheek before wiping them. She heard a slight groan before crawling across the rock floor. "Scootaloo! Pssst, Scootaloo, you awake?" She whispered to her companion, who only responded with incoherent mumbles. Sweetie Belle finally found Scootaloo and lightly slapped her cheek. "Wake up! I think someone else is here!" Looking around, Sweetie Belle's worry only furthered with the fact that she couldn't see. She stood up, feeling like she just swallowed an apple whole before calling out. "I-Is anybody there?" Scootaloo sat up, rubbing the back of her curled purple hair and groggily speaking. "Yes Sweetie Belle, I'm here.." Yawning, she stretched her arms and hit something. It was sort or rough to the touch, but smooth enough not to scrape her hands. Yelping, she bounced away on the ground and bashed into Sweetie Belle, who squealed as she fell over her friend. "S-Scootaloo! What are you-" She froze as she heard a footstep. It was hard t see, but a dark-red light illuminated and came to life before their eyes. They gaped as they looked up to the woman-sized figure. "Staying together is smart, as long as you never tear each other apart." Her voice was as smooth as honey, she pulled out a light and placed it on the ground, sitting down before turning her attention to the duo. They both smiled as they jumped over to the woman in a suit, simultaneously squeaking out, "Zecora!" --------------------------------- Kuisata tapped her foot impatiently, biting hrt lip as she ran a hand through her fluffy orange hair. Adjusting her jet pack, she pulled out her P38 Gauss Pistol and twirled it around her finger. "Nalanhata is taking to long, we should go up there.' She narrowed her eyes at Tiestelu, who was pressing his rifle against the ground. He gazed up to her, his finger twitching against the trigger. "I am just as worried as you are, Kui, but we should have faith in Nala. She was the only one who could infiltrate them without harming Zasks friends." Teistelus' orange hair blazed against the bright stars than shone upon them. luckily, most military-grade suits were interlaced with air cooling. three bright sun-like stars shone down intense heat, but they had been through extreme heat to below freezing, but their suits were modified to withstand overwhelming tempuratures. The day that Zask was caught was the day the Solar Empire rose to crush all resistances. Combined they had been known as 'the four' no matter where they went, outposts would be crushed, battalions killed, and cities purged of Emperial presence. They trained together, despite their different traits and paths, the worked to sync themselves with out another. They called Nalanhata 'Famine" because of her habit to kill any types of delivery transportation, starving the opponents and making them desprate to escape. This made them delusional, and confused. Kuisata was know as 'pestilence' due to the fact that she enjoyed wreaking havoc around mineral fields and killing every miner with a specialized P38 gauss Pistol that carried a multitude of diseased Hydralysk spikes. Tiestelu was refered to as 'war', obsessed with unending mayhem and mass genocide, he was soft of egdey, but would never hurt his companions. Finally, Zaskorck was called 'death', his modified Plasmathrower was more opened than most, making a higher risk of the suit being scorched, but also decimating any foe in its way, even if it was a siege Tank. The name the had was earned, they need not prove themselves, as they had already caused many problems before.