Confrontation
CANTERLOT, EQUESTRIA
AUGUST THE SIXTH, 1003
THE ROYAL COURT
1:08 AM
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Luna watched as the grey unicorn disappeared she had been talking to left the courtroom, the dispute about what to do about his house (which had been unfortunately crushed by a piece of the inner wall) now settled. It had been a simple matter but one more in the long line of issues she had to deal with alone while her sister got her well-deserved rest.
"If justice is not brought, then it cannot be given to those who need it." Celestia once said, quoting a somewhat famous author.
The blue mare could not remember the name, nor did her sister, but she kept telling herself the same thing every time the young alicorn grew tired of the political position. However, it seemed that there was more justice to be given as the doors that led to the Royal Court swung wide open once more; though it was naught a mere citizen but one of the Night Guards. From what Princess Luna could see he was ran far and ran fast to arrive as quickly as possible; his silver coat and rusty hair slick with sweat. The light blue gem embedded in his chestplate marked him as a Lieutenant.
"My Princess," He huffed, still catching his breath, "one of the alarms have gone off in the Pre-Discord buildings."
"Really? Which one?"
"The Carnivore's Mess Hall, if the information is correct."
"Well isn't that... interesting. What would be of value in such a building?"
"I-" The Guard lifted a hoof and the lunar Princess nodded, giving him time to get some air. After a few moments he resumed speaking. "-don't know but I can only assume it is a well-armed thief seeking to add a rather dangerous prize to his collection."
"Why is that?"
"Princess Celestia had all the locks replaced on the Pre-Discord buildings after finding an item of a rather disturbing nature in an old shed located in the Royal Gardens. Each lock is made of reinforced steel and then enchant will a series of spells that make nigh-impossible to crush or break even when under the greatest of strain. We fear that there are artifacts still hidden in the old buildings, relics of a war-torn time that may cause damage once more."
Luna stroked her figurative beard with her hoof as she thought over this carefully. "Then we must hurry, for every second spent is one we cannot retrieve. Gather a platoon of Night Guards and ready your equipment Real Steel."
The humble earth pony blinked a few times before he managed to form a comprehendable a response. "What for, your Majesty? I have not seen combat for years, I will be of no help."
"If your theory is correct, then we must prepare for the worst. Go down to the Armory and ask for a suit. If they ask why, say that the Dragons have sailed."
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CANTERLOT, EQUESTRIA.
AUGUST THE SIXTH, 1003
OUTSIDE THE CARNIVORE'S MESS HALL
1:32 AM
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Princess Luna stood in front of the Carnivore's Mess Hall, a platoon of Night Guards standing behind her. Three groups composed said platoon, each one representing the three types of ponies. They were not the most experienced, but they have dealt with dangerous situations like this before. The young alicorn noticed that Real Steel stood steadfast and stoic, awaiting orders while the others shuffled their hooves absently.
"Are you prepared to face whatever may lay inside Real Steel?"
"Yes Ma'am, I mean Princess."
The Mare that had used to live in the Moon smiled and chuckled lightly, which in turn caused Steel to let out a breath that they both hadn't known he had held hostage. The Lunar Alicorn then raised a hoof and gave the signal to advance. Four combat mages, who held an enchanted stone battering ram in their grasp, made their way over to the large doors.
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
BOOM!
As Luna struggled to stand up after getting knocked down by a massive wave of energy generated by Celestia-knows-what, she found that her ears were ringing, her vision blurry and her hooves heavy. 'I feel if as if the mages struck me instead of the door.' She thought to herself as Celestia's sister shook her head, trying to recover from whatever just happened. She scanned the area and saw that her troops were scattered everywhere, with some receiving minor wounds thanks to their armor while others received injuries much greater. The blue alicorn looked towards where the explosion that had caused the shockwave had originated, and much to her surprise she saw that the doors barring entrance to the Carnivore's mess hall were no longer on their hinges. She searched around for them, but was unable to find the doors. What Luna did find, however, was half a dozen pieces of twisted metal, torn to shreds by a tremendous force. The alicorn cringed when she saw that one her Guards, Blockade Runner, had been trapped under one of the said pieces. Luna's horn glowed a shade of blue lighter than her coat, her magic focused on lifting the twisted door high enough for the trapped mare to escape.
'Thief my plot! That caused by a high-grade explosive!' Luna thought furiously as she saw the crippled pegasus escorted away from the building. "Squad leaders, report!"
"Minor casualties, but all pegasai (minus one) are ready to rumble!"
"Need a medic over here, but nothing too serious. Shielding spells prevented anything more grievous than a fracture. Nine, no wait, eight unicorns at your disposal." The commanding unicorn made a sweeping motion with her hoof, giving the order to fan out and search for the missing mage.
"Thirteen Earth ponies accounted for and ready for duty Princess."
'Counting myself, that makes forty total... So where's Real Steel?' Luna searched the area, try to spot the experienced soldier. She saw the top of his helmet peeking out from behind one of the piece of the shattered door, dragging out an unconscious unicorn. She assisted by wrapping the Night Guard in her magical grasp, relieving him of the burden of carrying her and placed her gently before the field medics who immediately began treating her wounds.
"Lt. Real Steel, front and Center!"
"Ma'am yes ma'am!" The Lieutenant immediately made his way over to Princess Luna, saluting her. "Ready for duty Ma'am!"
"Good. Squad leader Gleaming Shield, what does the investigation of the doors reveal?"
A mare with a midnight purple coat and a silver mane teleported in front of Princess Luna, saluting her before speaking. Dust and grime covered much of her face, her stripped-down armor bearing dents and nicks. "Dragon-grade explosives Ma'am, something extremely expensive and harder to get then a ticket to the Gala. Completely obliterated the doors."
"No magical residue?"
"None whatsoever Ma'am."
Luna thought this over for a second, the metaphorical gears in her head churning. "Any idea as to who would have access to these kind of things?"
"Dragons obviously, but it may be a diamond dog or a griffin with a score to settle."
"True, we have put quite a number of them away recently... As of now, this is an official military operation and will be dealt with as such. Scan the building for lifeforms and set up a perimeter, I want noting escape from this area."
"Ma'am yes Ma'am!" The unicorn disappeared in a flash of light before shortly reappearing a fair distance away, relaying commands to her group.
The Princess of the Night then called out for the other two group leaders, who both saluted upon arrival. The alicorn nodded and they lowered their hooves. "Squad leader Prime Meridian, you are to have your troops lead the charge while Storm Fury's provide back up. If assistance is required, then we shall assist them personally. Is that clear?
"Yes ma'am!" The two squad leaders quickly dispersed, repeating the same action Gleaming Shield had performed with those under her command.
"Good, now let's get this over with."
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CANTERLOT, EQUESTRIA.
AUGUST THE SIXTH, 1003
INSIDE THE CARNIVORE'S MESS HALL
1:37 AM
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The balaclava-wearing british commando known as Ghost looked down his scope, the night vision scope illuminating the room a lime-green colour. After the gun was checked and double checked he slid in a new magazine and primed the gun before the masked soldier slung it over his side. He inspected his beretta afterwards, the dark colour absorbing what little light penetrated the dusty windows. The british commando counted the shots left in the magazine, hand-reloading the missing bullets instead of putting in a new magazine. Call it a hunch but the british soldier felt that he wasn't going to have enough time to reload once he was in the middle of battle. Even if that was the case, Ghost felt confident that he could hold out on his own for a while armed with the flaming sword and scaly shield he had taken from the wall along with multitude of grenades and tactical equipment. Among them were a couple fragmentation grenades, a few blocks of C4, and some semtex grenades.
The man with the skull design on his balaclava raised his ACR over the make-shift barricade, the temporary barrier constructed out of shields and over-turned tables with both providing minimum him cover from whatever they may throw at him. 'Both figuritvely and literally' The british commando thought to himself, recalling that he had seen some of them carry spears along with other melee weapons. At first he expected nothing for the theft of the two (non-human) weapons he had absconded with but that all changed when he spotted a message in the kitchen while he was busy eating. It had appeared out of no-where, the faint smell of smoke accompanied its arrival and had caught his attention. On it was the following:
Alert- Two items have been taken without permission:
(1) Dawnbreaker
(1) Ironhide
Threat level: Highly dangerous, Royal Guards have been alerted. Please remain in the Kitchen until the situation is handled.
Response-
A platoon of Guards have been sent to deal with the situation. Please remain in the Kitchen until the situation is handled.
As such he had prepared, and now that he had done just that all he could do was wait. Seconds turned into minutes, which seemed to pass like snails. However, his patience was rewarded when the muffled sound of voices outside reached his ears.
"Ma'am yes Ma'am!"
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
THUNK
"HEAVE!"
BOOM!
Ghost cringed a bit a the rods connecting the bouncing betties to the C4 were dislodged by the vibrations caused by whatever they had used to attempt to break down the doors, the explosion which had resulted being strong enough to blow apart a tank. It had taken a while to modify the charges with parts taken from the bouncing bettys he had with him but the crafty commando had managed to make it work. Through the smoke and rubble, the Ghost was able to spot roughly a few dozen shapes in plain sight though there was one that really caught his attention. It was twice the size of the others had appeared to massive wings, not to mention a elongated...
Horn? They come with wings and horns? Jeez, this is sounding more and more like a bad mythology book now. First there were miniature horses, pegases (pegasi?), unicorns, demon pegasi, and now pegasi with horns. Great, all I need now is Harry Potter to come save my ass and I can go home.
Ghost watched the giant unicorn-pegasus (A pegacorn?) speak to a lone pegasi and miniature horse before he saw them salute and run out of sight. Then next thing he heard was the words "MA'AM YES MA'AM!" and the ground rumbling as the enemy rushed forward to meet him.
"Alright wankas, bring it on."
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Princess Luna watched from a distance as roughly two-thirds of the platoon stormed the building, with Real Steel leading the charge as Prime Meridian's squad and Storm Fury's following suit.
'They might be inexperienced, but with Real Steel to lead them they should be able to overcome whoever and whatever lies inside. Though I can only hope that whoever is inside complies when the see the sheer number of Guards they will be face or else this might get messy.' Luna hoped as she watched the last of her troops enter the building. The Mess Hall was large enough to fit roughly sixty stallions, or twenty-seven griffins and five dragons in carnivorous measurement. When the sounds of battle failed to fill the air, the blue alicorn assumed that the 'battle' was over but then a flash of light filled the building and completely illuminated the archway.
Then the screaming started.
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Real Steel was the first to enter the building, his armor plates clanking together as he rushed to face the enemy. The experienced Guard had expected maybe a small group of griffins or even a couple of dragons, but all he saw was a strange creature sitting on top of an overturned table smoking a cigarette. Never the less, he did as all Guards are trained to do: Hope that the offender surrenders.
"Freeze! You are under arrest for committing crimes against the Princesses and their people! What do you say in your defense?"
The strange being flicked away the cigarette, a devilish grin barely detectable on his face in the darkness as he pulled down what could only be a mask before gesturing upward.
"Wha-" Real Steel felt his pupils reduce to pinpricks as a blinding light filled his vision.
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Ghost turned away as the flashbang went off, blinding everyone in the room but him. The commando quickly pulled out his M9 and shot off a few rounds, each one finding itself implanted in the unguarded hoof of the Guards or their necks. Ghost estimated he had a few more seconds before the first of them recovered and came charging at him. He fell back behind the barrier and flicked off the safety of ACR.
"Eat lead, ya bloody ponies!"
The CHNK CHNK CHNK CHNK CHKNK of his ACR firing filled with the Mess Hall with an ear-grinding noise as he unloaded the magazine into the crowd of armored ponies. Some immediately fainted, some groggily dove for cover while others ended up tripping over each other as they attempted to escape from Ghost's hail of bullets. Seconds later Ghost heard the sound all (gun-wielding) soldiers fear when in the midst of combat: the tell-tale click click of an empty magazine. He quickly reloaded, estimating that he had probably taken out half of them but the two seconds of silence was all it took for the assaulting soldiers to regain their composure.
"ATTACK!"
The defending commando raised his his assault rifle once more to fire but had to duck in order to dodge a kick aimed at his his head. Unfortunately, his ACR wasn't as lucky and went sailing through the air before landing out of sight.
'Shit, looks like this just got up close and personal.' Ghost drew his pistol and once again rose upward, taking down the same Guard who had knocked away his primary means of defense with a shot to the face. The stallion instantly went limp and the commando was able to get his body off the barrier as a bolt of lightning streaked past his head. 'Holy shit, was that lightning?'
Another flash of light filled the area, but this time it missed him entirely and was redirected at the apparently metal shield placed on the tables in front of him. "Bollocks." Ghost stood upward and immediately ducked when yet another bolt attempted to hit him, though this time he knew where to shoot. On his second attempt he was able to take out the pegasi armed with what looked like storm clouds, the unconscious bodies striking the clouds and any Guard unfortunate enough to be close to them.
And paved a path leading straight to the exit.
Ghost ducked behind cover once more and sheathed his pistol, trading it out for Ironhide who would be infinitely more useful now that his pistol was empty. The commando agility leaped over the barricade, which surprised a number of Guards who had been advancing towards him with spears and swords. He was able to bash any who managed to get close to him, dislodging one's sword and using it to block a strike directed at his legs. The escaping commando almost reached through when he was tackled from the side, the sword in his hand once again abandoned while his shield skidded across the room. 'Bollocks, not again!'
The masked soldier turned to face his opponent, a fully-armored guard with a blazing fire in his eyes. "You won't escape this time!"
The juggernaut rushed at him, but Ghost had expected this. Ghost fell on his back and retracted his legs, planted his feet firmly on the Juggernaut's chest, and then pushed. The Juggernaut's momentum sent him hurtling into the wall, gasps of surprise escaped from the guards around him. The skeleton-faced human pulled out his sword which burned with the intensity of the sun and the fury of its wielder, ready to cut down all who opposed him. "Bring it."
The remaining soldiers looked at their fallen leader, back at Ghost, and then back at their leader. Ghost saw that they all had fear in their eyes, terrified of the being that stood before them. Some nervously shuffled their feet, waiting for someone else to make the first move. That was when Ghost noticed movement from the corner of his eye.
"AAAAARG-" SLINK! The Guard's spear was yanked of out his grasp and embedded itself in the rafters above, its owner now left defenseless with a burning sword at his throat.
"Nice try, but next time: don't shout." Ghost didn't give the baffled soldier enough time to respond as he delivered a swift round-house kick to his head, a few teeth flying out of the Guard's mouth as he skidded across the wooden floor.
Ghost waited for the rest to follow suit, but instead he heard something vastly different from what he was expecting.
"Everypony fall back." Ghost looked around to see who had given the order and saw it was the Juggernaut from before, blood dripping from his mouth and moving with a slight limp.
The troops looked shocked, at either their leader still being alive or the order he was giving.
"I said retreat!"
The soldiers did as he said, dragging along with them the bodies of the fallen. It took a while but eventually the room was occupied only by Ghost and the fully-armored stallion.
"Who -and what- are you?" Grunted the equine, a look of anger in his eyes.
"Your worst nightmare." Ghost lunged forward, his blade slicing through a table as the Juggernaut dodged the move before bringing out his own blade. It looked barely bigger then a knife but then his eyes widened as the dagger soon transformed into a sword as long as his. Bloody 'ell, it's bigger on the inside.'
"I highly doubt that.." The juggernaut ran straight toward the commando, who barely managed to parry with his blade after he removed it from the blazing table.
Ghost blocked another strike and made a cheap move, feigning a blow to the head and instead striking his neck-plates with a looping movement. The blade began to melt the plates and Ghost heard the equine yelp in pain before Ghost slid the blade out.
The armored stallion attempted to return the move but the melted neck-plates prevented him from doing so. Instead, it was more of a lop-sided swipe then a decapitation of the commando's leg which easily dodged it.
Ghost replied with a flurry of blows, each one leaving a scorch mark on the Juggernaut's armor. "You're good with a sword for somepony who managed to take out half a platoon from a distance."
"And you're good for someone whose ribs are probably cracked a broken in a dozen placed."
"Touché"
The juggernaut rushed forward, his blade angled for a sweeper. Ghost jumped backwards, dodging the blade before bringing down his. Spark flew as steel ground against steel, the light generated by the commando's sword coloring their faces a crimson red. Despite the juggernaut being half his size, he still managed to make up for it in sheer strength. Ghost knew he was only lasting this long due to his position. He felt the floorboards beneath his feet move as the juggernaut poured even more strength into bringing him down, his armor shimmering a light green color. 'Bingo.'
Ghost suddenly retracted his sword, causing the juggernaut to fall forward and stab his blade into the ground. While the heavily-armored equine struggled to retrieve his blade, the commando reached into his pocket and pulled out a Semtex.
"Try this on for size." Ghost calmly said as he lobbed the round blob of C4 at the stallion, who panicked and futilely tried to to pry off the dangerous explosive before it detonated. The commando barely managed to dive behind a table one of the Guard overturned before the grenade exploded, a thunderous boom alerting him that the explosive had successfully gone off. Ghost waited a few moments, peering over his only line of defense and saw that the room was empty. "
Ghost went over to the counter and searched around for his assault rifle, finding it miraculously undamaged in a trashcan near the rear exit. He gleaned off the gunk that had attached to it with a rag and before long he was once again left with a clean ACR. He slung the weapon over his back and place Dawn Breaker in his scabbard, the blade glowing not as intensely as it was before. Ironhide had been knocked a good distance during the fight and the commando found it lodged between an over-turned table and the wall. It took quite a bit of effort to dislodge it but when Ghost took a look he saw that there wasn't scratch on it. 'Alright, Ironhide-1 miniature horses-0.'
The commando slid the shield onto his left arm and made his way out, a wild grin on his face.
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CANTERLOT, EQUESTRIA.
AUGUST THE SIXTH, 1003
OUTSIDE THE CARNIVORE'S MESS HALL
1:45 AM
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Princess Luna eagerly awaited the return of Real Steel, dragging along with him the defeat intruder. The troops that had come out minutes before told her that it was be a difficult fight even for him, but she had faith in the the Lieutenant. Unfortunately, when the Princess of the Night saw yet another ball of light, this time followed by an "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH", she knew that Real Steel had not been victor as he was currently hurtling towards her. The alicorn quickly teleported out of Steel's path, while her Squad leaders were not as fortunate. Storm Fury was the first to be hit, followed up by Prime Meridian who did not have the wisdom nor the reflexes to dodge the equine cannonball. The trio of ponies finally stopped after hitting a bush, their limbs tangled up in its branches.
With an annoyed sigh, Luna made her way over to her squad leaders and pulled them out. Both of them had a few cuts and bruises but none more so than Real Steel, who looked like he had been through Tartarus and back.
"By Star Swirl's beard, what happened to you Lt. Steel?"
The normally spotless armor was covered in plenty of both scorch marks and shallow gorges, no doubt made by the ancient weapons known and Dawnbreaker. However, what could've made a dent the size of her hoof in the enchanted metal was beyond her. The back was also dented, though not as badly as the chest piece. Considering that the armor he wore was the strongest they had, it sent a shiver down Luna's spine when she just how beat up Real Steel was beneath his armor. Countless bruises were present, and judging by the way he was having trouble breathing it was more then just a couple of scratches.
"He, it, whatever it was," Real Steel began before he coughed wildly, specks of blood now present on the ground. "managed to get an explosive on me. I didn't have time to get it off."
Luna's eyes went wide upon hearing what happened. "And before that?"
"We engaged in one-on-one combat with melee weapons Ma'am."
"Really? And he accepted?"
"Indeed he did."
"I see....." Luna stored this in her brain for later. "Where there any others?"
"Negative your majesty, he was the only one."
The blue alicorn furrowed her brows at hearing this last part, obviously dismayed at this. "So the scans weren't lying.... Stay here, I'll go fetch you a medic." Luna teleported away, reappearing a mere hoof-length away from the field medics who were currently treating those who managed to stay conscious and redirect the most experienced towards the Lieutenant. She herself was about to ask for an inspection as she wasn't feeling too well but then she spotted something in the corner of her rather large eye moving away from the Mess Hall.
And it definitely wasn't equine.
"Oh no you don't!" Luna's horn glowed once more with shade lighter than her coat, a teleportation spell ready to bring her up close and personal with the thing that took out her Night Guards. And with a flash of light, she was gone.
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CANTERLOT, EQUESTRIA.
AUGUST THE SIXTH, 1003
OUTSIDE THE CARNIVORE'S MESS HALL
1:48 AM
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Ghost breathing was heavy as he scrambled to get away from the Mess Hall, his left hand clutched tightly around his rib cage. He had suffered much more than he initially thought, with his back feeling like a military lorry transporting a dozen tanks had driven over it. 'Damn miniature horses, who knew they could buck so hard?' The commando thought as he limped towards a nearby wall, grunting as his body slid down the rough surface of the bricks when he eventually reached it. Now that the thrill of battle and the adrenaline that came with it was gone Ghost knew he couldn't get far in his current state, much less fend off another charge, leaving the soldier effectively stranded in enemy territory
'At least those Guards posted near the back didn't put of much of a fight.' The commando told himself as he prepared a cigarette, his mask lifted so he could enjoy the life-threatening treat. He'd recover, he always did, but he didn't know how long it would take without a medic.
No more than a minute had passed when a flash of light filled his vision, causing him to reflexively cover his already-protected eyes. When he lowered his arm in the place of the empty space before him was the same dark blue horse from before. And man did she look pissed.
"Oh shit!" Ghost got up as quickly as he could, letting out a grunt as he got up and drew his pistol, aiming at the face of the not-so-miniature horse.
"It would be most wise of you if you were to get that out of my face. I can tell you're already in no shape to fight me." The horned pegasi used her hoof to point the beretta away from her downward, which resulted in Ghost centering the sights back on the blue horse's face.
"I'm giving you to the count of three to leave. If not, I'm going to shoot you in the face."
Much to the british soldier's surprise, the mare in front of him laughed at his threat. "Ha! Like that tiny thing could hurt me. It doesn't even have a blade!"
Ghost flicked off the safety. "How do you think I took out all those soldiers?"
Her light blue eyes dilated as she noticed the deadly potency of the weapon pointed directly at her.
"One."
"Two."
"Thr-" Ghost never finished counting, nor did he see the cold stones of the courtyard rise up to greet him as throbbing pain filled his head.
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when i read the authors note i was like
Story keeps in character with Ghost, which is enjoyable. The "Knight" Guard though, I doubt they would have the military "lingo" that similar to what is used on earth. I await more of the Adventure's of Ghost's afterlife
Nice! Some mistakes, but very minor.
Okay, I'm seriously confused....
2761550 explain because I'm not.
Thoughts: This is a lovely story.
Finally a GOOD CoD story, granted MW2 was probably the last one that was the best I can at least say you did a fine job making a story out of it. And with a lovable character, Ghost.
There were many grammar mistakes and errors here and there but over all, good story.
A wee' bit confusing at the beginning since you didn't say anything about he has been in EQ for a while, just, pop and he's in Canterlot. Blimey, you could at least have told of in the description.
A common thing that seems to happen in about every HiE is the protagonist going unconscious, and this one isn't an exception. Although he was hit over the head at least is good enough.
Although i hope the main 6 doesn't get too be-friend him that much because seriously, how many times has this happened? And furthermore why THEY must be the ones to "re-form" him, an soldier that matter and be-friend him and all that junk. Blimey, too damn many stories here are the same, let's see if this one is an exception to that.
But as the old saying goes through "Beggars can't be choosers".
I'd like to see more of this and the continuation of Ghost's adventures.
Funny that I have the feeling to "ship" Ghost with a girl guard. Nothing serious like lovemaking, just like them being loveable arses at each other when they are teamed togeather.
Ps: I am very picky with my fics to read and you clearly got what it takes to make a good one, lets hope you don't spoil it like a carton of milk that has been outside in the heat to long, like the rest of these wankers.
2761790What I mean is, I understand what is happening but I don't know WHY it is happening or how it began. We just start with Ghost in Canterlot doing some sort of recon, trying to get inside this place for no apparent reason. What is he doing? Why is he doing it? And most importantly, why should I care? I loved Ghost in MW2 and his portrayal in this seems spot on. It just seems to start a little fast-paced.
Well, that's not right.
Really? A COD crossover?
Uhm, how long has he been in Equestria, because in my impressions hes been here for months from what I gathered?
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I clearly stated that Equestria had carnivores in its ranks, thus the meat. What did you think griffins ate? Flowers?
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Not everything is explained at once. Be patient, and as time goes on more will be revealed.
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Really? Then in that case shoot me a message when you're ready.
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Huzzah! I have caught your eye! I have the next few chapters written but they need to be proofread first.
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Thanks mate! It took me a while (and a few missions) to get everything just right. As for the Mane Six, let's just say Dash and Ghost will bash heads. Both figuratively and literally. And when they find out what he did for a living....
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What did you think it was when you saw the picture of Ghost? A skyrim crossover?
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On the dot! Errr, mostly. He's been there for a few weeks, a month at maximum. It doesn't matter how long he was there, only what he did during that time. *Hint hint*
EDIT:
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Fixed it. Thanks for noticing that. ^_^
2762470.......YES!
Lol, I kid mate. You keep on writing. I just have an irrational hatred of crossovers
Sorry for my misplaced joke.
You've probably already heard this, but I think you're confusing Commander Shepard from ME with Lieutenant General Shepherd from MW2. The name I get, but the rank? It's stated like every other time he's mentioned that he's a general, but it is still an honest mistake.
I like this... It's got style to it, lot of clean, colorful detail, and Ghost has quite the mouth for a trained, disciplined soldier. Well, I suppose that when you're in a world of colorful talking horses that defy all forms of known physics, after getting shot in the chest, your tongue might loosen up a bit. I know mine would.
I can already tell from the synopsis this is going to be just GREAT.
Seriously, the feature box is packed with QUALITY reading these days.
Christ.
2762681 Here's to less clopfics! *raises drink*
Oh, now this is good. But to be honest, I would have just popped the princess when she appeard, especially if the rounds he had were non-lethal.
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I think I'd pick five mediocre clopfics over another HALO / CoD crossover or asinine HiE self-insert.
*slow clap*
PONY used SNEAK ATTACK!
It's super effective!
I like the way the story is written so far. Favorite for now, I'll add the like when you have more behind the story.
Aaand he goes from badass to unconscious badass in three seconds flat.
Keep up this awesomeness!
I hope Ghost stays as hardcore as he has been.
I'd rather see him go "Gary Stu" than bow to anybody.
Most HiE fics these days never keep the human a badass.
Perhaps this story will not end abruptly like the rest? CoD characters always interest me, mostly because CoD has great campaigns. (Can't say the same for mp though)
I SHALL ENJOY THIS STORY.
This story is awesome, can't wait for more
Dear god this was painful to read.
This...is...EPIC!!!!!!!!!!
I'm guessing no one else caught that TF2 reference?
nooooo he got taken out
I'd read this if I didn't have an irrational dislike of Ghost.
CoD is shit lelelel, Battlefield FTW!
Anyway, this story is really... meh. BAD GRAMMAR OMGWTFBBQ! MURDER HIS FAMILY AND SEND THEM UNTO THE CROWS!!!
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GTFO you scrub.
2764477 I think I did.
2763639 Because it goes against our nature.
2762711 I think Ghost have a medium level of Intellect.
'That huge horse just came out of nowhere in front of me and dosen't seem to know what this weapon can do, Let's shoot it in the face before it have a chance to do anything!' - This ain't gonna happen', ever.
Once Ghost finds out about Magic, he should be happy his head wasn't ripped clean of his body once he encountered Luna, after all, he DID kinda kill nine guards and seriously injure half a platoon...
It's a great story...but PLEASE get a proofreader. The grammatical errors are making the story a little hard to follow.
Nonetheless, you're doing well so far. I love Ghost
2764865
How about we play a game of "Fuck off"?
You go first.
2764897
Soldiers aren't scholars, but they can be pretty creative at times.
2764626
Not reading a story for just that reason is kind of like not eating a watermelon with seeds.
You don't know what you're missing out on.
2764939
Calm down my good sir.
I thought we were establishing the proper intellect of a 'Raging CoD Fanboy'
2765072
What the fun of playing a game if you know how it ends?
The fun part is figuring out how it happens, and in this case its how it happened. Everything will be revealed in time.
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It's pretty hard to detect sarcasm on the Internet via text, so sorry if I answered that negatively.
That would be a Battlefield 'fanboy', not CoD.
2765129
Touche
Although, I don't see why you're having such a field day over this.
Its not like I actually care what 'Call of Battle: Bad Warfare at War' you play seeing as in all honesty I don't even play either of them anymore.
THIS......IS.....AWESOME!!!!
2762470Okay, I really want to see what you do with this story then.
Cheap shot Luna, cheap shot!
2763993 Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on a second, Call of Duty has a story?
Ih he kill all these ponies. He gona have a bad time because princesses never forgave him. And he will be banished to the moon. YAY GHOST IN SPACE!
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Someone doesn't know that horses are omnivores.
I loved the Doctor Who reference "It's bigger on the inside!"
WTF!? NO!! WHY DID HE FAINTED!? you could have made his SO badass :(
2765708 You`re kidding. Right?
BECAUSE I CERTAINLY KNOW THEY ARE HERBIVORES!
2765129
There is a difference between being ambiguous and this. Ambiguous means there are unresolved threads that are meant to be resolved and that dangling mystery is meant to build suspense and intrigue.
However, you've dumped your readers into a setting with no context, no definable characterization, no environmental backdrop, and no interest. This isn't being mysterious, it's you've given nothing for the reader to care about.
Where is he? Who is he? Why is he acting the way he is?
Most importantly, why should I care?
He's just a guy in Equestria; hardly a notable premise. The devil is in the details. Making him a soldier is a little better, but your view of war and soldier behavior seems to be skewed towards the romanticized and childish nature displayed in the media. He's acting like someone with an XBOX controller in hand, not an assault rifle.
I think its true that the Night Guards are carnivores.
I like this story so far.
And also Fuck Yeah Ghost is back.