(1200 HOURS, NOVEMBER 4, 2552 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ SPACE UNKNOWN, PLANET EQUESTRIA \ MISSION CLASSIFIED \ SPARTAN TEAM FOXTROT'S CAMP)
Tom sat down, deep in thought as the others started to fix there MREs for their lunch, the sun was high in the air and a slight breeze made the grass bend. 'Magic, controlled sun, rulers.' these floated in Toms' head just moments ago he thought he was dreaming and now had gone to a world where physics don't play a damn thing, fuck if only he would have drove back and told command that they were going in.
SMACK
A white substance hit Tom's face plate causing a splatter of it to go everywhere, he looked up only to hear his team laughing. "Hey Tom I hear you like mash potatoes!" Kelly yells setting off another round of laughter.
"Ha ha ha, very funny Kelly but I'd watch your back from now on." He retorted, getting her to roll her eyes.
She tossed an MRE at him looking down, he read 'baby back ribs with home style fries' he laughed as he read 'home style.' MREs are just as good as cardboard, he sighed taking off his helmet pouring the boiling water into the pouch that would supposedly 'cook' it. Then he got an evil idea he grabbed the BBQ sauce and walk silently behind Kelly and leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Nice hair you have, It be a shame if some BBQ sauce got in it." as he said it he ripped the pack open and dumped it on Kelly.
"THE FUCK TOM!" Kelly jumped up and ran to the stream leaving three Spartans on the floor laughing. Tom sat up wiping the tears from his eyes, turning back to his MORE he eat it with a hunger he did not know he had.
After about ten minutes Kelly came back from washing her hair which was now soaking wet, Tom snickered only to get a glare from Kelly, he tossed his MRE in the bag and turned to his team "Okay guys lets do some training." everyone groaned but got up.
They started with a fifteen kilometer run, followed but three hundred push ups, only to do three hundred sit ups, and finally hand to hand sparing. Tom sat down and looked up, the sun hung low in the sky turning it orange and yellow the clouds like fluffy pink cotton candy. Wiping the sweat off his brow he moved over to his duffle bag, unfolding it he grabbed "Prometheus" and looked through the sights. The sighted instantly zoomed in to x40 showing a single blade of grass, he tapped the green button on the side it zoomed out leaving only what he would normally see.
"What the hell are we suppose to do with this." he sighed pointing at the gun.
"May be I could take it and shove it up you ass and pull the trigger, Tom" Kelly said smugly.
"Bite me." he retorted but quickly regretted saying it, he turned only to see Kelly walk away and start to go for a run.
"Oh shit!" Holly said "I'm catch up and talk to her, you know girl stuff." She turned and ran after Kelly
"You fucked up bad, man." he turned to see Mark sharpening his knife looking at him through his helmet his deep voice made him sound more like thirty then only sixteen.
"Hey she was asking for it, and i gave her a fair warning." Mark only sighed.
"Tom, I'm not going to say I know girls because I don't, but if there is one thing I've learned from Holly it is; you never mess with their hair." he chuckled.
"Wow great pep talk there, Mark"
"Hey it's what i do." Mark flashed a grin underneath his visor.
(2100 HOURS, NOVEMBER 4, 2552 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ SPACE UNKNOWN, PLANET EQUESTRIA \ MISSION CLASSIFIED \ SPARTAN TEAM FOXTROT'S CAMP)
Mark was on watch, he stared up at the night sky that was all too familiar, the moon hung low in the earths gravity, or so he thought. He looked around watching the others as they slept, his eyes went to the camp fire as it crackled and sparked the deep orange flame ending in a tip of yellow, he tossed more logs onto it and watched as it grew the flames licking the sky as he did.
'Damn where's the UNSC when you need them.' he thought smiling, sighing he took off his helmet his jet black hair was neatly cut in a flat top his hair stood one inch above his scalp, he had a dark hazel eye nor blue not green nor both. His lips were straight if you looked at him directly you would think he had no emotion he had a scar running down the length of his face coming a crossed the eye, the eye had no pupils it was all white he was blind in that eye but could see better than most people with the same problem, the only downfall was his depth perception was a little off.
CRACK
Mark threw his helmet back on and pointed his gun in the detection of the sound, moving in closer he heard whispers and hoofs falling crunching the multi-colored leaves below, there were laughs the voices sounded childish. Mark moved close crouching below a bush he looked out the other side, there were three short young ponies, One was orange with purple hair, Its eyes were purple as well she wore the biggest smile he had ever seen, thought she did not have a tattoo on its rear, to her side were two small wings.
The seconded one was white It had pink and purple swirled hair, Its green eyes twinkling, also had a single white horn on top of her head, she as well had no tattoo.
The third was cream color, its hair was red with a pink bow neatly placed behind her head, it had no horn nor wing and did not bear a tattoo.
He watched them play and talk about a 'cutie mark' and how they were going to get one, he did not know what to do so he simply walked off back to camp, doing a scan he made sure that everyone was okay, nodding as he decided they were he sat down in the warthog and turned the key. The car came to life as the radio played some smooth jazz, 'perfect a song that would put me to sleep.' he thought sarcastically flipping the nob, loud base flowed out of the radio followed by a few electronic additions. He simply turned it down to not wake the others and enjoyed the music.
He started to nod off until he head screaming come from the detection of the three children, Mark hopped out of the can and ran towards the screams. Coming up to the sight he saw that the three fillies sitting huddled together crying as a pack of wolfs stepped towards them. Tom ran out tackling the first one braking its ribs and severing its spinal, moving in front of the fillies he pulled out his knife the first one jumped going for an attack Mark swung his knife separating its head from the rest of its body. The rest of the wolfs growled, raising his pistol he fired rounds in the air.
BANG BANG BANG
The wolfs turned and ran, their fallen brothers still laid behind. Turning he looked at the fillies as they screamed at Mark even more terrified than before. 'Fuck, i should just leave but the wolfs might come back...' the pondered his options. One stay and help them but most likely put them in shock, or, leave them be a risk the wolfs coming back.
He sighed i looked at them, "You need to go home, now." They nodded and ran off. "Good now it's time for Holly's shift." He walked back and woke Holly.
Three hours later
Holly yawned as she walked around the camp, the fire was long gone and everyone was sleeping soundly. The sun peaked just over the trees sending rays of gold to shimmer on to the world. Moving she grabbed four MREs and tossed them bye everyone's bed waking them up.
"Rise and shine bitches, It's three A.M. and a beautiful three A.M. at that!" she sat down and started to eat as the others got up and did the same.