Chapter Five: Those Uncomfortable Questions You Knew Were Coming
By Za Raapini
Korengal Valley, Afghanistan
It was just too easy.
While the fighting in Helmand continued to be your traditional type of counter-insurgency warfare, out here in the Korengal it was good old fashioned ‘here’s the enemy- shoot’ type.
And Master-Corporal Williams was loving every minute of it.
Why shouldn’t he? It was what he signed up to do. He sighted in with his Tac-50 and fired another round. One shot, one kill.
Another TB member down for the eternal count.
He and his squad had done this particular routine for the last week. Fly out to a hamlet suspected of being a Taliban stronghold, search, destroy, collect. So far they had confirmed over fifty enemy killed, while suffering none in return. Not only that, but they had also obtained valuable intelligence regarding the overall effort by the Taliban. With the heavy fighting in Sangin, they were determined to step up their campaign in other districts, to try and draw forces away from there.
But if they couldn’t step up their campaign, they couldn’t seek the relief that the Sangin Taliban so desperately wanted.
With the hamlet now cleared, Williams and his team called in for the bird to come and pick them up. Back to Camp Currie for some chow and some rest.
When they arrived at Currie, they noticed the base commander standing near the LZ. Curious. He was rarely seen, always busy with administrative tasks, as well as trying to coordinate efforts with other units in the area. He moved to them and began talking.
“Gentlemen, welcome back. Successful mission I hope?”
“Yes sir. Another hamlet cleared. No casualties,” Williams said.
“Outstanding. Listen, I need all of you to come with me back to my office. There’s something to discuss.”
“Aye, sir.” With that, the men of Team Edge, JTF-2, took their first steps toward a serious shift in how they understood the world.
000
Meanwhile, Back at the Plot
“So what you’re saying is, you can somehow shatter the visible light spectrum at the same time you break the sound barrier?” Sauls said.
“Yep! It’s called the Sonic Rainboom! It’s pretty much the sum of everything that’s awesome about me.”
“Sounds pretty hardcore. Like some Blue Angels shit,” Daniels said.
“Who are the Blue Angels?” Dash asked.
“It’s the Navy’s flight demonstration team. They fly the F/A-18 Hornet. Another superb aircraft. Then you got the Thunderbirds from our own Air Force. They fly the F-16 Falcon,” Daniels said.
“Wait, what do you guys fly again?”
“The F-22 Raptor,” Sauls said.
“You guys have more types of planes?”
“Oh absolutely. Each plane fills a specific role. You have bombers, which are used to destroy enemy facilities on the ground, fighters, which are used to achieve and maintain air superiority, multi-role aircraft, which can be outfitted for either close air support or air-to-air, depending on the needs of the mission, and then ground-attack vehicles, which are used exclusively for roles like tank-busting,” Daniels explained.
“Tanks are the big ones you guys talked about earlier, right?”
“Yep. You might see some get sent here. But I doubt it. As far as combat goes, this mission is a bust. But you never know,” Sauls said.
“Why do you guys have so many things built to destroy?”
That stopped the pilots for a moment. How best to explain this one? They looked at one another, and Daniels decided to try to tackle it. He was the more eloquent speaker between the two.
“Well, it’s like this: there are a lot of different types of people where we come from. Some are good, some are bad, some are in the middle. For the most part, we really try to get along. We do. It’s just, humanity isn’t really good at that sort of thing. War has been going on, in some way shape or form, since one ape slapped another.
“We build weapons of war so that our people may continue to live in peace. It’s oxymoronic, I know. But the way it works is, sometimes the bad people get worse. They decide that, in the effort to further their cause, whatever it may be, it is necessary for them to take lives. A war. We build these machines, we manufacture these weapons, we develop these vehicles, to stop them from taking lives. People still die, no matter what our efforts are. It’s just the way things work over there.
“The hope is, less people will end up dead at the end of the war if we are able to stop it quickly. That’s why we constantly strive to make new fighters, new bombers, new tanks, new rifles. To let everyone know, ‘we’ve got the best people in the best equipment, so any bullshit you try is going to end. Quickly.’
“It sucks, it does. But it’s a fact of life. If we don’t make a more efficient missile, our enemies might, and more people might end up dead. Most of us will probably move on from this event in our lives, go to someplace new. Some of us will probably end up getting killed.
“But at the end of the day, the anticipation is that the men and women who did die in the line of duty did not do so in vain. They died doing the right thing. They died trying to protect those who were unable to.
“They died as heroes.”
The three figures sat there for a moment, digesting what had transpired. The pilots knew that this question was coming sooner or later. Eventually all of them were going to wonder why exactly they had all this gear specifically designed to crush hostiles.
Daniels and Sauls sat there looking off into the distance. These men were no strangers to war; both had been deployed several times to the Middle East in support of combat operations before being selected as Raptor pilots. Both of them still felt as strongly about the decision to serve as they did the day they joined. Not even seeing a land filled with happiness could convince them there was another way to life. Human nature simply would not allow it.
Rainbow Dash sat there and soaked in what Daniels had said. He sounded so sure of his words, and of the things they felt were necessary. She vaguely recalled history lessons from her school days, talking about the ancient Pegasi military. The battles they had fought before the Harmony that bounded Equestria was forged. Her character in the Hearth’s Warming Eve play wasn’t named ‘Commander’ Hurricane for nothing.
Still, it shook her to hear them talk like that. She had been brought up in an age of peace that had lasted for a thousand years. It rattled her to know that elsewhere, even if she had never been there, even if she hadn’t even heard about it until today, fighting was a constant fact of life.
As she sat there, she wondered what made them decide to join their military. Was it a desire to fly? To see more of their world? To serve their country? All three?
They sat in silence for a long time. No one dared to break it. They were all too busy pondering. They were so busy with their thoughts, they didn’t notice what was going on back at the main square.
000
At Sugarcube Corner, there was a great commotion. Two loud bangs had been heard recently, and while they sounded like the type generated by teleportation, ponies were still spooked, given what had happened this morning. A third one now sounded and everyone clamored around the door to try and peek inside. The Royal Guardsponies posted at the door tried to maintain order, but the weight of the crowd was becoming too great for them to try to stop. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Princess Celestia ambled out.
The entire congregation immediately bowed, and pricked their ears up. It was time to find out what had been discussed.
“My loyal subjects, today has been a momentous one. Strange new beings have come to our land, in search of new things, new ideas, new cultures.” Kind of hard to come up with material on the spot Celestia thought to herself. Given that nothing, not a single thing, had been accomplished at the meeting, Major Picante suggested that she try what he called an ancient and mystical art- ‘Bullshitting’. It was better than nothing, and she asked how it was done.
“Alright, bullshitting is a wonderful tool used to get yourself out of a sticky situation. Let’s say you’re an employee somewhere, and your boss catches you talking to your buddy instead of doing your job. Rather than take the ass-chewing, you bullshit him.”
“How does one do that?”
“Simple. Let’s roleplay real quick. You be the boss, I’m the employee. You just caught me talking instead of working on that expense report you asked for. You don’t know what I was talking about, but clearly I was up to no good.”
“Alright. Uhm-hmm. Excuse me! I thought I told you that I wanted that report at the end of the day. You don’t appear to be working very hard on it.”
“Oh, me and Jim here were discussing some things that popped up while I was doing the expense report. We figure we might have some ideas that could save some money and increase the profit margin. We were just working out the feasibility of our thoughts.”
“That…that sounds good.”
“That’s bullshitting. For all anyone knows, me and my buddy Jim could have been talking about the Celtics game the night before. But I covered it by spouting out some quick bullshit. And maybe it wasn’t entirely a lie. Work probably did come up at some point. That’s the art. You have to sound like you know what you’re talking about, without forcing it.”
“You’re asking me to lie to my subjects about what we’ve been up to in here.”
“Not lie. Bullshit them. Lies are easily detectable and you can get called out on them quick. But if you’re good at bullshitting, people will more often than not accept it as gospel truth.”
“I suppose it’s better than telling them you and Minister Boulder spent half the time shouting at each other.”
Snapping out of her thoughts, Celestia continued:
”Unfortunately, we were not able to accomplish all that we had wanted to whilst we were in here. However, ambassadors from their race are en route now, and will be here within the week. We will be continuing the conference in the Royal Palace in Canterlot. No sense depriving Ponyville of their favorite confections for any longer than is necessary.
“Major Picante has informed me that he and his men will be staying here for the time being. I ask anypony who has the ability, to shelter them, take them in, learn from them. We have an unprecedented opportunity at hand here.
“Enjoy the rest of your day, and I’m sure I will be back here again soon to see how things are going.”
The crowd tittered amongst themselves. The humans were staying here? In Ponyville? Where would they sleep? Nopony was going to step forward and willingly say that they would let one of these frightening creatures stay with them.
The relative calm was broken by a certain party pony, who leapt at the chance to finally being setting up her welcome party.
The shout could be heard across town.
“Party tonight! You know where!”
Only that crazy pink mare could think of partying at a time like this. While everyone else began to go back home, and the princess and her escort made for their chariot, they heard an unfamiliar voice call out.
“Excuse me! Could I have the attention of the town! For one second!”
It was that man the princess had called Major Picante. He appeared to want to say something. In an effort to be polite, most of the ponies in the area made the effort to appear attentive.
“Look, I know this morning was pretty frightening for a lot of you, and I just want you to know, we mean you no harm. I am in constant communication with my superiors back in my dimension, and they assure me that they are doing everything they can to get people whose job it is to talk politics here as quickly as possible. In the meantime, I ask that you not hold judgment against me or my men.
“It was not our intent to come here and scare such a wonderful group of ponies. Not at all. We know that this is a pretty heavy event to soak in, so we ask that you remain calm, and maybe talk to us. Explain your culture to us. We’ll do our best to do the same. Thank you.” Left unsaid in his speech was that their original intent was to attack whatever possibly hostile forces lay beyond the portal. Better just bury that concept deep. Didn’t want to spread around any rumors.
000
As everyone began to leave, Spitfire sought out Rainbow Dash. She hadn’t seen the kid since the morning, and wanted to thank her, and see if she was doing alright.
Looking around, she finally spotted that familiar blaze of colors off in the distance, next to two of the humans. Looked like they were just sitting there. Spitfire walked over to them, wondering what she was going to say to the two humans.
As she got closer she could hear them talking. She pricked her ears, trying to make out what they were saying.
“So…have you ever had to kill anyone?”
Whoa. What the hell were they talking about over here? Spitfire walked closer, slightly uneasy.
“That’s…that’s not something I really feel comfortable talking about. Nobody in the military is comfortable talking about that for the most part. Do we all recognize it as a byproduct of our job? Yes. Does that mean we relish the opportunity to take lives? Absolutely not,” she heard one of them say.
“Not only that, at the end of the day, when you kill someone, it’s an irrevocable change. No matter how just your cause was, or his cause, or whether or not he was evil, that was a fellow human being. It’s not something you can just do and walk easily away from,” the other one said.
“But then why do your people do it? Can’t they find other ways to settle things?”
“We try. We try hard. But things don’t always work out. And when they don’t work out, things go to hell in a hand basket faster than you can say ‘what the shit?’”
Spitfire chose this particular moment to make her presence known by loudly clearing her throat. All three turned around to look at the new source of noise.
“Sorry to interrupt. Mind if I borrow Rainbow for a minute?” Spitfire said, determined not to show weakness in front of the humans.
“Go for it bro,” one of them said. Something on his chest said ‘Sauls’.
“That’s a chica you moron, not a bro. Fuck man,” the one with the word ‘Daniels’ on his chest said.
“Oh, since when did you become an expert on the gender of ponies?” Sauls said.
“Since forever. I’m just that much better than you,” Daniels responded.
“Fuck you,” Sauls said.
Spitfire sat there not sure what to make of what just happened. They talked so quickly they could have given that party pony lessons. Still, they seemed to be okay with her talking to Rainbow. She jerked her head in a direction away from the humans and started walking.
When they got far enough away, she turned to face Rainbow.
“You doing alright kid?”
“Yeah. Still a little freaked out by earlier, but it’s nothing major. Remember those really fast ones? Those guys FLY them!”
“Really? Interesting. Anyways, just wanted to say thanks for saving our lives. Again. I don’t want to think how I look splattered across a flying monster.”
“Wasn’t nothing special. The whole morning is still kind of a blur to me. But things are picking up. You guys sticking around?”
“Nah, we have to get back to Canterlot. I’m about to leave actually, we’re part of Celestia’s escort back there. I might come back with some of the ‘Bolts later tonight. I guess that friend of yours is throwing a party.”
“Go figure, right? I swear, she would find a reason to throw a party for just about anything.”
“Good talking to you kid. Thanks again. We’ll see you soon. Take it easy,” Spitfire said as she held out her hoof for a bump. She figured they were at that level of knowing each other by this point.
“Likewise Spitfire. Have a safe flight back to Canterlot,” Dash said as she completed the respect hoof.
Walking back over to the Royal Chariot, Spitfire thought more about what Dash and the humans had been talking about.
She didn’t bring it up during their brief conversation because she didn’t have much time, and wanted to make sure her thanks to Dash was heard.
It frightened her to know that there were professions dedicated to the concept of taking lives. No matter how easy going these men appeared to be, nothing could change the fact that they had been trained to kill other members of their species.
She didn’t imagine it would be that hard for them to shift to ponies.
000
Korengal Valley, Afghanistan
“So that’s the gist of it anyway. NATO tried to pull some of you guys early on, but operational commitments prevented this. With your rotation back home coming up, they saw an opportunity. You’ll be taking your post-deployment leave as planned, but after you come off it, you’ll be sent down to Edwards Air Force Base in Nevada for an orientation brief.
“NATO, along with Russia and Israel, for some reason, will be sending representatives to a city beyond the portal known as Canterlot. They asked if you could provide the security for the meetings. I said, hell, why not?
“So that’s what’s going on. You’ll be leaving here in the next three days as planned, take your well-earned rest time, and then get ready to go back at it. Any questions?” General Treak, commander of Camp Currie said.
“Are they serious about this whole…pony…thing sir?” Williams asked.
“As a heart attack. Like I said, you’ll be getting an orientation brief at Edwards in a couple weeks. Early reports are suggesting that it is a non-hostile environment, but they still wanted men to provide security. The men who were part of the original insertion group are going to be conducting recon missions throughout the land and will be unavailable. They wanted the best for the security element you see.”
“Aye sir. We’ll be ready.”
“Outstanding. Carry on.” With that, the group broke up, and Team Edge headed back to their hooch.
No rest for the weary it seemed. No matter. Security at a conference attended by ponies couldn’t possibly be that difficult.
A/N: No footnotes this time! Didn’t see any concepts that would be that unfamiliar. For the record, the Tac-50 is a .50 Sniper Rifle. Why was Williams shooting a .50? Because he’s a fucking boss, that’s why.
Hopefully things aren’t moving too slowly for you guys. I had to shift gears slightly when someone brought up how slowly things seemed to be developing. While this will still likely be a multi-parter, some elements have been hacked out in the rough outline I have going for this. Like I said, I’m in the lab with a pen and a pad, trying to get this damn story off.
Hopefully Spitfire’s dialogue and thoughts didn’t come off as too forced. It’s hard to write for a character that has about a billion different interpretations in the fandom. On the plus side, OC’s that are OG’s, like Boulder, will be a blast to write up.
As always, if you have any of the following: comments, questions, concerns, saved rounds, bitches, gripes, moans, groans, complaints, you know what to do. Until next time ladies and germs. This is Za Raapini saying ‘Stay classy.’ Good night, and good luck.
P.S. Two chapters in one day! I’m on fire. I need to get some sleep….
763189 Glad to hear it. I figure for the future I'll turn off the logic engine and power through it when I write Pinkie-centric stuff. Stay classy.
763270 Might help to be on a sugar/caffeine high when writing that part. You know, getting into the character.
763287 Yeah, I've noticed I tend to crushilate the writing when I'm on a combination of three things: Sleep deprivation, freebasing Full Throttle, and ingesting a gigantic amount of nicotine. With those powers combined, I am Captain Prose.
Don't .50's have the capability to be AM Rifles? I know most AM's fire .50 bullets, and are mostly used for penetrating armor (kinda obvious), but in this case, was he just packing an extra punch or were the targets highly armored?
763345 You're correct in that it is an AM rifle. Why is he shooting an AM rifle at unarmored individuals in the open? Better question- why not? In all seriousness, I probably should've added a line in there regarding range, since the .50 line of SR's tend to be stupidly accurate at longer ranges. Nice to see a comment regarding that. Was wondering if that would pop up. Stay classy.
763310 Or the most awesome Close Air Support package ever unveiled in anyone's lifetimes- The AC-130 Spectre Gunship. I have a bit of a manly crush on it. Yes I'm aware that it's an airframe. Don't judge me.
Damn, that was a fast update!
763397 I was motivated. Didn't have to stand duty today, and I was already half done from last night. To be honest, it's all of you guys. People are reading it, and enjoying it. Keeps me going. That and Full Throttle. Lots of Full Throttle. How about quality? I'd hate to sacrifice speed for superbness. That's not a word. I should probably get some sleep. Stay classy.
Another fun chapter. Celestia saying "have an unprecedented opportunity at hand here." may have been a typo, or maybe she picked up the term in the meeting.
As for the pacing, it is noticeably quicker. I personally didn't think it was going to slowly at all. Nothing felt particularly rushed here, but don't be afraid to give parts the attention they deserve in deference to keeping a fast pace. The story will let you know how fast in needs to be.
I'm really enjoying it so far, I'm looking forward to more.
763354
I thought I was gonna get completely rejected on that xD. Researched stuff like that when I was designing something in a game. The game is question? I have no idea: haven't played it in 3 years. All I remember is that you could use some kind of C++ variant to code in it and it already had part physics designed in it. Wish I could remember it's name...
763424 Appreciate the feedback. One thing I'm noticing as we move along on this great journey together is the various storylines and plot points needing their time in the spotlight. It's becoming quite the job to juggle them and to make sure their various sections get nudged in the right direction. Glad to hear you enjoyed it. As for the 'at hand' comment by Celestia, I totally spaced on that. So, sure, we'll go with her picking it up in the meeting. Stay classy.
763430 I appreciate the value of good hard research as much as anyone else. I wish I knew how to write code. I'm considering taking a programming class at college, but nothing's concrete yet. Sounds like a pretty good game if you were featuring AM rifles and whatnot in it.
well isn't this a treat, two for the price of one and they're both excellent chapters. Keep it up dear sir, your story greatly amuses me.
Do you mean the MacMillan Tac-50 because that is one of my favorites because I love bolt actions and the Tac-50 is a badass rifle.
763485 Glad to hear it. I've been on a tear lately, mostly due to my uncontainable excitement over two things: the response, and the fact that I'm out of the Marine Corps in 19 days. Stay classy.
763490 As if there were any other kind. Mostly picked because it is one of the Canadian Forces official SR's. That and it's a .50 SR. What's not to love? Plus the Barrett, while being an excellent weapon, is too highly used in fictions of all stripes. Time to let other rifles shine as it were. Stay classy.
763354 You know the South Africans have a SR, that fires a 20mm cannon round and oddly enough it is a bolt action
763502 That is the most metal thing I have heard today. You win one Internet sir.
763502 Guh! Your comment intrigued me, so I looked it up. Several countries actually operate 20mm AM Rifles. That's just OP as shit.
763451
I still can't believe I learned that C++ Variant when I was in Middle School. I guess they're right in saying the younger you are, the easier it is to integrate things into your brain. I can't really recommend anything for you, because I rarely ever code anymore, but I'd say it's worth pursuing if you want to.
SQUEE!
Earlier in the story, when that one guy said along the lines of 'The Delta team is for recon, to kill people without anyone knowing they were there'
For the Canadian JTF2, it's more like 'They're there for recon, to kill people without anyone knowing they were there because every goddamn bad guy in a square mile radius is DEAD.'
763829 Glad you liked the nod they got. Not gonna lie, incredibly difficult to write them, mainly because just about everything other than their name is classified.
763843
More things are known about the CIA.
And I'd imagine it would be hard to write them, seeing as how the only thing other than their name that is said is their choice of weapons. However, I don't remember them, and a Wiki search wouldn't tell me.
And hell, these guys are so fucking covert, that in 2001 they were deployed in Afghanistan without the Prime Minister even knowing.
hmmm an interesting story....
one of the better humans in equestria stories that ive read so far
763960 Glad to hear it. I try to learn from others mistakes, and correct my own as much as I can. Glad you enjoyed reading it. Stay classy.
764030 Rule of cool, plus they're mad scientists. I swear they are. Only insane people would think that a flying Humvee was a brilliant idea. Plus, who wants to read a fic where DARPA tries for years to perfect a device capable of merging two completely disparate worlds? Stay classy.
763857 Yeah, I'm not sure how you get more 'off-the-grid' than that. That's seriously some Sam Fisher level shit, except more awesome because they did it IRL.
Very nice. Not sure where people got the idea that it was moving too slow. Maybe it's just a personal preference of mine. I like the culture shock, the interactions between peaceful ponies and war-mongering humans.
764406 It was on that other fan fiction site. I'm dual posting trying to get as much feedback as possible. This site is rocking faces compared to the other one. One reviewer said something about no discernible plot line yet. Bah! No appreciation for subtle build-up these days. Those are the types of people who couldn't watch a Stanley Kubrick film. In any case, glad you liked it. That will be one of the main subplots for while I think. There's just too much delicious confrontation between the two mindsets to ignore. Stay classy.
764330 I feel blessed to have seen one conducted by F-16s. It was one of the coolest moments of my life. Stay classy.
764107 Then there are certain SEAL teams who are extremely classified like alot of the Spetsnaz teams and they kill people before you even know they're even in your country and then your terrorist/tyrant/communist leader has been assassinated and then they are already exfiltrated.
764427 Oh, for sure. But our government is tracking on them. Either JFT-2 being deployed without the highest levels being aware was an egregious oversight by their superiors (which is unlikely given how Tier-1 Special Operations Units are handled) or they are quite possibly actual ghosts. Moar research will have to be conducted.
764440 Now only if Ghost Recon teams existed and that would be extremely cool. Also there are U.S. spec -ops teams that don't technically exist in records or to the world.
764465 SEAL Team Six is pretty covert, as well as Operational Detachment- Delta. The latter of which is a large 'open secret' in that everyone knows about them, but the US Government refuses to acknowledge their existence. Kinda hard to pull off when Mark Bowden wrote a book about their actions during the Battle of Mogadishu, and Randy Gordon and Gary Shughart being well known as some of the bravest, loyalest men to have ever served in the United States Armed Forces. Ghost Recon teams would be cool. I wanted to get into that series, but it's been done to death I feel.
764483 The new one Future Soldier is a really cool game because of the need for teamwork to succeed in multiplayer and the total customization aspect for your weapons like choosing paint, trigger, stock, ammo/magazine type, barrel, muzzle attachments, underbarrel, side attachment, gas system, and optics
764507 I do like the new focus on tactics in the slew of games that have been coming out, BF3 amongst them. I'll always be a COD fan at heart though. So completely over the top and it knows it, and revels in it. I'm digging the amount of kustomization you can do. Can you add moar dakka?
764512 Yes there are over-gassed and under-gassed systems and there are double mags, extended mags, armor piercing ammo, incendiary ammo and the sniper rifles have four or five different types of ammo. So yes you can get more dakka if you want or less dakka if you want.
764547 Not enuff dakka (because it's a trick question. NEVAR enuff dakka). Can you add moar barrels? Or maybe make it moar choppy? All Ork jokes aside, seems pretty legit. Worth checking out it sounds like. Thanks for the tip.
764557 No problem. NOA LETZ GET THEM BLOODY SPACE MARINES BOYZ! WAAAAAAAGH!
764557 I like both your views on dakka (now if only we could get as much as we need/want for free forever) and the little "signature" you sometimes add to your comments. Stay classy.
764924 The only problem is, you can never get as much as you need, because then you would have enuff dakka, and you can nevar have enuff dakka. I give you this image.1d4chan.org/images/5/5d/Zclassymarines5.jpg
764933 I got an error 403 when I tried to view that image. Forbidden apparently
764965 Dern. Here's the link to the site whereupon it comes from: http://1d4chan.org/wiki/The_Wonderful_Misadventures_of:_Inquisitor_Fob_and_the_Classy_Marines
764974 Interesting. But not so much that I would follow it. Oh well.
765020 I'm just a big fan of the image. Space Marines with top hats. I loves it.
765030 Ridiculousness is often cause for a win. Also, your icon (to me at least) looks like some kind of awesome cross between a Bionicle character and a Space Marine.
765082 He's an Angry Marine. He's confused about something. And that makes him ANGRY!
img.beta.rian.ru/images/15372/08/153720889.jpg
"Hey guys, check it out! Two chapters of pure awesome twice, In one day! No way!"
766277 Yep. Twilight has her crazy weekends of study. I have my crazy weekends of nicotine fueled RAEG and writing. I'm digging the pics man. Keep 'em coming, and of course, Stay Classy.
764557
Sorry to be buzzkill but Future soldier also has a homing ammunition type, it really turned me off an otherwise pretty cool game.
But on topic, I love this fic!
another great chapter, fellow astartes. the emperor is proud!
also, the hymm of the orks
NEVER NUFF DAKKA!
RED ONES IS THE FASTEST!
NEVER NUFF DAKKA!
WAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH
PURPLE ONES IS THE SNEAKIEST!
NEVER NUFF DAKKA!
WAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH
GREEN ONES IS THE SHOOTIEST!
NEVER NUFF DAKKA!
WAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH
NEVER NUFF DAKKA!
WAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH
NEVER ENUFF DAKKA!
“NATO, along with Russia and Israel,
Israel
I can tell this is going to get bad soon, considering how the people of Israel tend to trample on the rights of anyone not Jewish. And considering they'll be sent to a world with two physical goddesses...
Shit, meet Fan. Fan, meet Shit.