-Talvo-
Waiting for the ‘Princess’ took longer than expected. Looking back to his men, Talvo thought that having a force would probably not be the smartest idea.
“I want all of you to go back to your home ships. Death Squad and Mellacks will stay here, and I do not want any arguing,” Talvo shouted to all the men that had followed in their shuttles, looks of shock going across a few of their faces at what Talvo had ordered. ‘If things go bad I do not want to be writing so many letters to their families if I get out of this.” Talvo thought, watching some of the men get to ordering their groups back into their shuttles, while others looked to disobey before they saw some form of reasoning.
“S-Sir? Do you really think telling of them to leave was a good idea,” Mellacks asked, perturbed seeing all the other security officers boarding shuttles back to whichever ship they had come initially.
Talvo only looked at her with a smirk, chuckled, then turned back to face the lines of guards. Mellacks looked along the whole line of large, muscular guards who still had all of their weapons pointed at the Talvo and all of what remained of his forces, fear evident on her face.
“Mellacks, calm down. Everything that I do might not be tactically smart or wise but this is, as I have said before, a first contact situation. Have you seen any intentions made by these beings that were hostile,” motioning to the guards, “.. and had any ill intent on hurting us? I mean yea that Peregrine pilot was startled but nothing bad had come of it.” Talvo said in a reassuring manner. The silence permeated everything except for the last shuttle slowly flying away, leaving only Talvo and those he specifically wanted to come along. Mellacks looked back towards where a forest stood quite a way away and wondered if that lost pilot was still alive, and if not then what would be done in recovering his body. Mellacks had heard of the incident but had not known anything further than that.
“Sir, I do have to ask…” Mellacks looked to Talvo, unsure if bringing up the topic was a good idea. Talvo looked at Mellacks with a questioning gaze. “…That pilot that had been taken down…”She was interrupted by Talvo resting a hand on her shoulder with a grim expression.
At that a horn blew, signaling something, or someone arriving.
“Looks like it’s time to meet the lady in charge,” Talvo stated, possibly dreading the upcoming event. All Mellacks could do was turn away and walk to the edge of the supposed gardens, looking over to the forest that lay more than 50 miles away… wondering what had become of her brother.
-Everfree forest-
As the smoke curled through the trees and into the air, the wreckage of the downed Peregrine fighter was scattered in and around trees, and from a tangle of vines held a body.
“Ughh..” The body groaned. Eyes opening to see the ground a little ways below, and a small reflective puddle below him, barely noticeable except with the angle of the sun. ‘How…How am I alive?’ The man thought to himself, his body and senses coming back to speed.
Pain. The only thing he could feel was pain. It was everywhere and yet nowhere in particular. Looking around, he noticed that there were small fires here and there but for the most part nothing major. Moving his head around, he noticed his phaser pistol on the ground just below him, and to the right he noticed the remains of his Peregrine fighter. There were creatures climbing over said remains, and they looked like wolves but not entirely. These creatures looked to be large, larger than a normal Earthen wolf.
-Snap-
All the wolves stopped, looked around, and to the man’s sheer luck, one of the weird wolf like creatures spotted him.
“Aww…Shit,” He said, knowing that this upcoming brawl will be a hassle if he doesn’t get his pistol and not get his ass chewed to bits. Still struggling to get out of the vines, lady luck smiled at him as the vines started to give, a few even ripping out of their placements above in the trees. Slowly but surely, the man was lowered down closer to the ground, the wolves watching him with dead eyes but unmoving. Then the vines holding the man ripped, dumping the man down onto the ground unceremoniously. A groan was heard plus some less than polite curses said, and the man lifted his head, looked around for his weapon, spotted said weapon and grabbed it. Feeling comfort in holding his standard issue pistol again, he looked over to the wolves, and saw something that he had not wanted to see. They were moving closer, whether to kill or out of curiosity he was unsure of but to be safe brought his weapon to bear and tried to look intimidating.
A not about this man is that, not only was he barely able to qualify for the piloting of the fighter craft for his tall stature, but that his muscles were probably more developed in the natural exercise and training regime than some of those scary body builders (that image of that Klingon shall forever be burned into his mind).
Back to what was happening.
The man eyed the wolves, and noticed something he hadn’t realized since they were partially in the shadows but now in a little bit more light, he realized they looked to made of wood.
“What the fuck are you things?” The man asked, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. At a glance, anyone would think that he was completely screwed but that is if he were any other man. His training and just natural exercise regiments, over the course of the past had made him somewhat greater in strength than most humans in the fleet. That probably didn’t make a difference when going against three or four canine like creatures. Seeing the “wolves” moving towards him slowly, spreading out as they did, only made the man get more annoyed at the basic pack tactic.
Grinning and looking to the fuax-wolves, the man looked to the larget of the creatures and raised his phaser, and fired in a quick three-shot burst
causing the thing to start disintegrating. However in that split second the wolves on either side of him jumped and had latched themselves to his arms, pain lancing up his body.
“Git off me you mangy piles of shit!” roared the Man, throwing his body to the ground, crushing one of the wolves in the process. Looking to the other one, its eyes looking to his, and for a moment he thought he might have seen some form of fear cross its glowing green eyes. Smiling evilly, the man reached over with his other, partially blood slick, hand and proceeded to slowly jam his thumb and index finger into the glowing orbs that were the beasts eyes. The creature let go, and the man proceeded to smash the wolf like creature into the ground repeatedly, and only stopping when he felt a weight on his back. Taking this as a sign that the last wolf was upon him, and feeling the teeth trying to gain purchase on his shoulder. The man decided to try something.
“Prepare to be die, little doggie,” the man grunted before reaching over his shoulder, grabbing the ‘head’ of the beast, brought the whole body in front of himself and held it there. The ‘wolf’ appeared to truly be made of wood, smirking at the knowledge now gained, took the wolf toward one of the larger fires nearby.
“Let’s see how well you cook,” the man said, holding the over the fire. Slowly but surely the wolf started to catch, mainly after forcing the dog to sit in the fire. The man watched as the wolf caught, and as the fire started to spread faster, then let go off the wolf. As the wolf hit the ground next to the fire it sprinted off into the darkness of the surrounding foliage at a speed quite impressive.
"And stay out," He mumbled to himself. 'Now that that has been handled…'The man looked towards his craft, mainly the cockpit. Walking over towards the space he had occupied till something smashed into his fighter, knocking him around but not out. As he got closer he saw what appeared to be tear marks along the rear section of his fighter, and along the left wing. Getting up towards where the cockpit was, he noticed that the screen and metal around the cockpit were completely gone. Getting down into his seat he started looking around. ‘What the hell hit me, and where the fuck is that combadge and flare?’ he thought to himself, rummaging through everything scattered around on the floor of the craft.
Finding what he said he gave off sigh of content. Taking the flare in hand, he aimed upwards and fired up into the air.
-Mellacks-
‘Why did the forest have to look so eerie even from this far away?’ Mellacks thought to herself, still worry as to what is going on behind her. To say being outside on an alien world was a change from all the starship based duties she had was a good change. As Mellacks looked out, Talvo was walking to one of her favorites of the Death Squad, Brent. Mellacks had a crush on the Subcommander, and when he was around her, she felt really safe. To say this was infatuation would be pretty correct.
“…Mellacks?” Turning her head slightly to whoever was behind her. She heard footsteps come up beside her, and saw Talvo stand next to her. “I just wanted to let you know that if things go bad, get ready to run to the shuttle.” His voice had a bit of…worry? Fear? She couldn’t place it really but she had known that if something bad happened, the shuttles weapons could be used to stop the fighting. “If things were to truly go bad, shuttle taken out and all but you dead, just call for the Bismarck to activate Talvo Order 73,” Talvo said, sighing in the process.
“S-Sir? I mean not to question but why would you want me to do that. You know we all signed up for stuff somewhat like this, why would blasting this place make…” A flare flew from the forest. Mellacks couldn’t believe what she saw. A blue flare came up from what looked like the middle of the forest, and that left little to what Mellacks could believe.
“Huh… He did make it then,” she heard Talvo say, equally surprised (and a slight hint of praise might have been there). “Glenn!”
“Yes, Grand Admiral?” Glenn said somewhere behind them.
“Get the shuttle ready, and grab Brent. You two are going to grab a lost brother for Mellacks here,” Talvo said, and then turned towards Mellacks. “Private Mellacks, You are going to go with Glenn and Brent, I hope your brother is in good health. I would hate to lose one of the best chess players in the fleet.” A smile on his face, as he raised a hand and rested it on Mellacks shoulder. “Hope be to those with fortune.”
“T-Thank you, Sir,” Mellacks said, a single tear falling from her eyes as she got around Talvo and walked to the shuttle. Walking over to the shuttle, she noticed that the line of guards, who started to bristle up to a degree, stared straight at her, which made her uneasy. Picking up her pace, she walked quickly towards the shuttle opening. Looking up as she approached, she saw Brent looking at her with a small smile, and his eyes looking at her.
“Let’s head out and see who that was, alright?” Brent’s warm voice flowed into Mellacks ears, and she looked at him and smiled.
“Alright, Sir,” Mellacks said, looking away a little bit. With that the door shut behind her and the shuttle started to lift off.
-Talvo-
Watching his shuttle fly off, Talvo couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. All of a sudden from behind trumpets started blaring, and signaling the arrival of someone. Talvo turned around, and was met with the sight of two tall women. One had various light colors and fair white…fur? Talvo looked to the other being, and noticed the other one was just a little bit taller than him. The smaller of the two had dark blue coat and her hair was a nice black but seemed to shimmer at random times. Both heads of hair seemed to be moving of their own volition. The tall white one moved forward, a calming aura coming off of her, looking at Talvo, and with a smile spoke three words.
“Welcome to Equestria.”