Chapter 1: Checked In
Chapter 1: Checked In
Hello, my name is Jacob Sanders and I am currently awaiting my forced conversion in a holding cell at the new Atlanta Conversion Bureau. Once the paralysis wore off I had loads of time to myself to think. I had a wonderful time the last couple years of disrupting pegasus movements in New York. I decided that I should write down the last couple years of my life as I think ponies might like to read about me in the future.
The purple unicorn pony, who frequently walked around holding cells, seemed very excited when I asked her for the items I needed to write a down my story. She started going on and on about how much she loved to read and what what her favorite books were. She asked me a bunch of questions about my favorite books too. She talked to me like I wasn't behind steel bars.
Eventually she came with my paper and utensils and she told me to yell if I needed more ink. I silently said "yeah right", screams were some of the only sounds made in this place and I doubted she would hear mine. Anyway now that I've gotten this out of the way, Im ready to begin my actual story. I think I'll start at the hotel.
Taking refuge in that abandoned hotel was one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life. It provided a wonderful view of the overgrown Central Park, which now served as a base camp for ponies. It had multiple kitchens with pantries full of non perishable foods and I found hundreds of bottles of water. I was well taken care of in the needs department, but luxuries were also available to me. The bed I found was fucking amazing, like I was floating. It was just how I liked it. Unfortunately I wasn't there just to relax on a comfortable bed, I had serious work to do.
Huddlet me stay in the hotel, but asked if I could something for him while I was there. Hudd was the leader of a small resistance group of only 15 people. They had gone bravely door to door, after Celestia claimed the Earth, trying to find any humans that were still in their homes. They had found me in my bedroom still sulking over having lost my family. I never gave him an answer, but followed after them anyway. Hudd wanted to me to observe and, if I could, disrupt the ponies camp in Central park. I agreed and he gave me some valuable equipment:a battery powered, two way text transmitter that was good for up to 350 miles, a pair of binoculars, a backpack with 45 small charges and their detonators and a silenced handgun with several mags of ammunition.
I thanked him and asked where his next move was. He told me first they'd try to make it to a warehouse that Daniel Breman used to stash weapons in New Jersey. From there they'd make their way to Trenton, Philadelphia and Baltimore trying to find humans who were still willing to fight for humanity. He said if their group rose to a considerable number they would head to D.C. I just smiled and wished them luck, knowing that they would all probably end up being converted. Princess Celestia had taken a liking to the former nation's capitol and had the White House remodeled to an odd looking castle, where she would rule the Earth. If Hudd was trying to go there it could only be for a shot at trying to take her out.
The hotel was 40 stories high and I chose a suite on the 39th. Being so tall ,it left many places for me to search. I would start on the first floor. I went to the front desk of the hotel and found many helpful items. There were keys to cars in the basement garage, maps, cash and the master key to the supply closets. I thought about burning the money, seeing as it was now worth nothing. When I searched them, most only had extra towels and soap. However I "struck gold" so to speak, on the 25th floor. When I opened that supply closet and stepped inside I found myself in battery world.
Each wall was filled with batteries of every shape and size. Hudd hadn't given me any extra ones for the text transmitter so I would've been screwed had I not found these. This room alone could last me for decades. I moved all the water, food and batteries to the room next to me. Now that I had a stockpile of supplies, I was going to focus on observing the ponies.
Most of my time after the first couple days was spent either sleeping on my heavenly bed or spying out my window on the ponies. It seemed to mostly be pegasus ponies in the camp, which made sense because they could come and go easier than the ponies that had to walk. I saw some pretty scary shit during the times I watched them. I lots of people still paralyzed with their hands and feet bound. Most of them yelled and cursed while some stayed silent. No matter what they did, they were headed to be converted at the Atlanta Bureau.
The scariest thing was when I saw the fighter pilot. He was in what looked like an F-35 which, despite its age, was still a very capable aircraft. He was being pursued by a single female pegasus and was banking and rolling hard trying to shake her. It was no use though, she stuck took him like glue and after a couple minutes she landed on the planes nose and stared into the cockpit. The pilot had given up and ejected, his chute opened and he safely floated down into the of middle of the camp. I watched as he calmly unbuckled him self from his seat and the ponies let him take off his flight suit before a dart was fired into his arm. The light blue pony that followed him, made me nervous. I had a pilots license for twin prop planes and if I was discovered in the hotel I planned to go to the airport and try to fly my way out. But if a fight jet could shake that pegasus how could a twin prop? I knew it couldn't so I would put my efforts into remaining unseen and spying on ponies.
Another week went by and I was pretty sure I had found the ponies in charge of the camp. There were six ponies who all wore the same uniform, but half of them were hardly ever around,so that narrowed it down. I decided to observe one of the remaining three, this one was a female with a bright orange mane and tail. I watched other ponies, even ones who had the same uniform come to her. She would tell them something and they would nod and do some task. I concluded that she had to have some level of authority over all of them.
I looked back towards the book bag in the corner of the room. Hudd had given me charges and now that I had found a target, it was time I put them to good use.
End Chapter 1
Wrote this one faster than the other.Like i said it is a short chapter, but Ive already started on the next one. If you dislike, please post a comment as of why, because i want to know what ive done wrong and what I could improve.
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I like this whole concept of a universe you've created. First of it's kind from what I've seen. Can't wait for the rest, although you need to go back and fix some errors that you made, but it was still clearly visible as to what you meant to say. Good work!
what's hilarious is that in normal emergencies the library is the best place to seek refuge simply because no one neither goes there or thinks anyone else would
why, even during Hurricane Katrina, almost every building was broken into or looted, either broken into for a shelter or for the items in it
the only buildings spared were libraries, they were not damaged one bit, save for water damage
indeed even in other survival stories, rarely is the library used as it seems 'useless'
in any case, the further from 'settled' area you are, the better off you'd be
I only brought this up because I'm sure in this universe you created, Twilight would almost certainly visit as many 'old' libraries as she probably could to read the books there, thus making the plan useless
oh yeah, keep working on that grammar, other than that keep up this interesting story
Anybody know someone who could make me a picture for this story?
875003 what type of pic are you looking for?
The same one I have but with the title in the top left corner where the clouds are.
uh thanks
Heh... Twilight as a prison guard, Rainbow Dash chasing down fighter jets and Applejack (?) giving orders? I wonder what the others are up to?
If I had been that Fighter pilot, short of her trying to break into the cockpit or trying to break one of the engines, I just would have turned about and fired. heck, I probably would have, rather than eject, crash the plane into the camp.
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I thought the same thing when I read that part.
1158580 I would have just flipped her off then go kamikaze
Why hadn't the pilot tried shooting back? It's just a freaking pegasus... unless it happened to be Rainbow Dash, but a damn fighter plane should be able to out-fly a pegasus. Makes no sense. Brain, don't malfunction just yet. What the guy should have done, in the event of the pegasus catching him, he should have raised a gun to the pegasus, and still in the cockpit, pulled the trigger. And if all else failed then he should have kamikaze'd into the pony camp. Seriously, a fighter jet should blow up enough to cause quite a few casualties. And what happened to anti-air guns? Come on, in the event of invasion, most countries would be able to wreck the pony air forces, and then the ground troops would be blown away by tanks and torn apart by machinegun fire and mines. And that many people willingly converted? No way, should be smaller. And in that realistic sense, the Equestrians would be several times as screwed as they would be in the circumstance that that many people actually willingly converted.
Unrealism aside, it's a good story so far.
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Yeah, there's no way any pegasi could match a fighter jet. Rainbow Dash, the fastest Pegasus there is, can only break mach 1. The F-35 can go above 1.6 for short periods and doesn't for safety.
Also, the F-35 has VTOL capabilities, the strength of which depend on the model, and can, for a time, hover in the air. The pilot could have just slowed and then pumped the Pegasus full of lead.
Ok. A pony landed on the nose of his aircraft, so?
What was it gonna do, moon him to death with its ass?
Seriously, what was it gonna do? Ram him? Wouldn't do much to metal. I would understand if it was a unicorn, but unless the Pegasus was carrying explosives of some sort that pilot had to reason to eject.
That pilot was a dumbass. He had no reason to eject and a fighter jet is capable of easily outrunning a pony. Unless the pony had a weapon he would have been fine.