AUTHORS NOTE: Ok my first fan-fic, I would like some constructive critisim. I've changed how I was originally going to start this story into this for technical reasons. Tell me what you think. Errors? Hit me up in the comments!
(July 6th EDIT: I may rewrite the first couple of chapters to get them up to par with my improved writing. For any new readers I ask that you sit through the first couple of chapters. This was my first fic after all.)
THWUMP! TA-TA-TA-TA-TA! WOOSH! The sounds of the bitter fighting between the two super powers was constant in the air. In the year 2013, Russia invaded a now lone United States. The United Nations had dissolved and the entire planet was at war. The Europeans were caught up fighting between themselves and could care less about the U.S. and the peril that so many faced in her borders. Its been a little over four months since the invasion. The Russians had Paratroopers land in various cites to overwhelm the defenders. They were crushed in the east but gained complete control of every thing west of the Rocky Mountains. The Americans line is 50 miles west of the Mississippi River. Between that is a thousand-mile stretch of bitterly contested soil that has claimed millions for both sides already. They fight in the cities, in the farmlands, and in our backyards.
Russia had launched a surprise attack. The Americans did there best to evacuate the civilian population before the fighting got to heavy and did for the most part but some were unlucky enough to get stranded in the hell that was to come. The cities were bombed out leaving much of them in ruins. Those left behind had a choice to flee from the area or to hold there ground and take up arms. Many fled, but many stayed as I did as well.
Its July, a time I loved a little more than a year ago. I imagined sounds of the distant fighting in the once fair city of Topeka was the sound of fireworks celebrating the anniversary of our once great nation. I relished the sound and remembered the look of the night sky alit with the glowing reds. blues, and greens, that fade only to be replaced by more in a brilliant explosion of sparks of another color. I did this until I remembered that the sounds I was enjoying and smiling in delight to were the sounds of my fellow countrymen fighting to the death for the place they once called home. I sighed at this and returned to the task at hand.
"Fat Cat, this Neck Tie, over." I said into the mic. We were a resistance cell, but we did try to sound professional in case we were over heard by the U.S. Military. We used our parts of our old Xbox Live gamertags as our callsigns, but for those who didn't own one before the war used nicknames. We didn't have a clue how the military really did it probably because of the fact most of us are teenagers. I was sixteen, Tyler AKA Fat Cat was seventeen, and Jake was fifteen. The three of us were friends on Xbox Live and ran a successful clan as well. On Battlefield 3, Halo: Reach, or any first person shooter, we were a team. Jake was always the sniper online and does a damn good job in the real world as one. Tyler and I were always the kind of players who worked as a team, stayed back and gave cover fire for the rest while they got the kills or went to complete an objective. Here in this mess we still fit that description well.
"Solid copy Neck Tie, what is your mission status, over."
"I have eyes on enemy armor heading into Deer Creek Apartments, and uh... Jake Force you said you saw friendlies heading that direction. Confirm, over."
"Affirmative, about twenty plus and a humvee went in five minutes ago." Jake sounded nervous and hadn't thought about it until now. Deer Creek Apartments is a little over six blocks up the street. We were watching from the treeline on the edge of the Deer Creek Woods which has served as our base since the invasion. We caused problems for the Russians and have been a thorn in there side for a long time. This was a little close.
"Fat Cat, This is a little close for comfort. Be prepared to pack up if needed, over."
"Neck Tie, say again. I'm picking up a lot of noise on your end, over."
I didn't notice the sound if another tank which was no more than thirty feet in front of me. It smashed its way through a play ground that once filled neighborhood kids with joy. They would never have done this unless the were looking for something. "T-90 closing on our position. Footmoblies not far behind! Jake Force, Fat Cat pack it up were leaving."
I crawled back from the tank which stopped until I was out of sight, then dashed through the trees covering my face with my M-16 hitting me on my side dangling from my shoulder strap. I came out of the trees into our camp only to see that every thing was ready and waiting in the helicopter. Various crates and boxes were stacked in. They were moderately sized but didn't look to heavy to keep us down. "Tyler, I don't know how you managed to do that this fast but I won't complain now." The UH-1 Iroquois was an icon during the Vietnam war. Today it is our escape pod. "I do have one question though. How did you manage to get this back in the woods with out flying it?"
"Magic." he said jokingly while looking for the detonator for the C-4 we had around base of the trees.
"TIE WE NEED TO GO. RUSSIANS ARE IN THE WOODS START THE ENGINES!" Jake yell into his com as Tyler blew down the trees which allowed the helicopter a clear path to take off. I jumped in the cockpit t
"Jake, DO SOMETHING ABOUT THOSE RUSSIANS!" I scream at him annoyed with the constant sound of bullets hitting us.
"Just keep flying." he said nonchalantly picking up his SV98 looking through the scope ignoring the machine gun mounted to his right.
"Jake, there is a MACHINE GUN FOR A REASON!"
"I GOT THIS TYRIN! JUST SHUT UP!" he yelled back picking off two or three Russians.
"WERE NOT GOING TO BE FLYING MUCH LONGER IF YOUR KILLING THEM ONE AT A TIME!" I yell before I notice our altitude of descend a little.
"RPG! LEFT SIDE!" Tyler yelled. I looked left to see and RPG heading straight for us. I rolled the huey Right and evaded the RPG. When we got out of range things calmed down.
"We made it." I said to the others.
"Yeah I guess so. Anyways where we heading?" Jake asked.
"Well, I guess as close as we can get to the Mississippi. I doubt we have enough fuel to make it that far so We'll land and walk when we get close to empty." I tell him.
"Whoa..." I said looking at the city. I had been so focused on flying I didn't notice the view. We are over what used to be downtown. The city burned and layed in waste. Many of the taller buildings were still standing but were skeletons and filled with holes. The Capital Building was still there but the dome had since been destroyed in the brawl between Russia and the U.S. I looked up and said to myself, "Even without a Capital, Kansas can't suck anymore than it ever has." I also noticed the sky was looking dark. It might storm.
We flew for another minute before we started taking fire. "WHERE IS THAT COMING FROM?!" I yell.
"I got nothin."
"I see it." Jake said looking at a bombed out school the Russians are using as a base. He shots the machine gunner. "Boom, headshot."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! "CHRIST! WERE LOSING HYDRAULICS IN THE TAIL." I look at the clouds which were almost black and had electricity surging through them but lacking the sound of thunder. "What the hell...?" I say before a bright flash of light blinds me and I lose my hearing.
MEANWHILE IN EQUESTRIA!!!
(Sorry, couldn't help my self)
It was evening and Twilight was heading home when she noticed something unusual. The clouds looked dark, almost black. She was standing there pondering until the clouds started getting brighter and bolts of lightning were jumping through them. Then there was a flash more brilliant than the sun for a split second which revealed an alien looking flying machine. The sound it made was a thunderous chopping sound. It had a fast spinning blade over top and seemed to be on fire. Her jaw dropped when it flew overhead in flames and wobbled as in went leaving a trail of thick black smoke. "What in Equestria!?" she said. Just then it spun out and crashed in the Everfree Forest. She came to her senses and galloped to the library as quick as her hooves could carry her. "I have to warn the princess!" she said to herself. She bucked the door open. "SPIKE!"
The baby dragon was asleep at the table. Twilight teleported to him. "SPIKE!!!!"
"Huh... what...?" he said falling out of his chair and hitting the floor with a thud.
"I need to write a letter to the princess. Its an emergency." she said urgency evident in her voice. He picked up a quill and a piece of paper and nodded to signal he was ready.
"Dear Princess Celestia," she began. "I have dire news. I just saw a flying machine crash in the Everfree Forest and there is smoke coming from where it landed. I looked alien but I could be wrong. Your most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle." she said aloud making the letter as short and to the point as possible. She then had spike incinerate the letter and it was on its way the only thing she could do now was wait for the Princess's response because she didn't want to do anything without her permission first.