In the Midst of Chaos, There Is Opportunity
Scootaloo ears rang. Scootaloo's eyes shot open. The first thing that she noticed was that Spitfire's body was smothering her's. The next thing she noticed was that her ears hurt and fortunately, they were the only things that were hurting.
She gently shoved Spitfire off of herself and looked around. The cabin that they had been sitting in had been absolutely shredded by the explosion, as did a number of the other cars from this train. Standing back up, she scrambled to where she had been sitting and grabbed a duffel bag. From the duffel bag, she pulled out a revolver. It was her Model 92, the exact one that she found in Baltimore. Was she supposed to have it? Absolutely not. Did she care that she wasn't supposed to have it? Absolutely not. If it hadn't been for her obvious theft of Royal Equestrian Army property, she wouldn't have been able to defend herself from the shotgun armed griffon that had just busted into the train car she was in.
Scootaloo squeaked. The griffon squawked. Both of them raced to shoot first.
*BANG*
When Scootaloo saw that her first shot hadn't dropped the griffon, she kept on firing. Five more shots later and the griffon was down. She knew that her revolver was empty and that she had no other ammo for it so she scrambled forward and picked up the shotgun that the griffon had dropped. She didn't get too much time to do anything with the shotgun because the next thing she knew, it was ripped out of her hooves.
Spitfire looked at the small pegasus. "Better leave that with me." Spitfire held out the revolver that Scootaloo had dropped as well as two speedloaders. Scootaloo nodded and took the revolver. Spitfire looked at the pump shotgun in her hooves. "This was one of the ones those guards were using in the other car." She searched the griffon and found a hoofful of shotgun shells.
Scootaloo reloaded her revolver and stuffed the extra speedloader in her uniform. "What do we do now?"
Spitfire lept out of the train car's window and was immediately tackled down by a griffon. Spitfire growled and immediately kicked the griffon in the groin. This griffon also squawked and was now easily shoved away. The following shotgun blast ended him for good.
Spitfire got back up to her hooves and looked back at the train car. "Let's go." Scootaloo nodded and jumped out too.
Spitfire looked up and around, finding that many more griffons were flying around in the air. Her eyes widened and she dove under what remained of the train to hide from the sky, pulling the squirt along with her. Spitfire looked at the squirt and started checking her over. "Are you hurt?"
Scootaloo pushed Spitfire's hooves away. "No." She looked at the griffon that Spitfire had just dropped. "What are we gonna do now?"
Spitfire pulled out a shotgun shell and loaded it into her shotgun. "We have to get to Sweet Apple Acres, it's Ponyville's rally point in case of emergencies."
-X-X-X-
Princess Celestia's machine gun roared with the anger of the sun, slinging 8mm bullets at a squad of griffons hidden behind a house. While they were pinned down, Tran, Eric, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash moved up towards the house. When Celestia's machine gun finally clicked empty, the griffons ducked out of cover and started firing at her position in an attempt to take her out. Too bad for them, a protective bubble caught ever single bullet that they fired.
A few seconds later, Princess Celestia reloaded her machine gun and continued her stream of bullets at the griffons. The griffons, deciding that death was a bad thing, ducked back behind cover. One of the griffons looked at each other. "Screw this, we can't deal with her!"
Before they could run off, Tran and company flanked around the house and had their firearms trained on them. One griffon tried to bring his rifle on any of them but was immediately dropped by Applejack's Colt Army. When a griffon merely twitched, Rainbow Dash fired a warning shot into the ground from her Model 92.
Tran (brandishing his 1911) and Eric (brandishing his AK) looked over the nine remaining griffons. "Where did all of you come from?" Eric asked. They stayed silent.
Applejack then realized that she recognized a few of them. "Wait a gosh darn minute, ah've seen some of them before!"
Eric looked at the cowpony. "Where?"
Applejack looked at the griffons once more to make sure. "They were part of the griffons that surrendered back in Baltimare!" She trotted up to one of them and examined their uniforms. "Yeah, they're all from the same unit."
Rainbow Dash looked at the nine griffons. "So what do we do with them? We still have other important things at hoof."
Eric gave Tran a look, who nodded. Looking back at the griffons, Eric started executing them. Some tried to get away but failed, Eric couldn't miss at this range.
Rainbow Dash, horrified at what she had just witnessed, flew up to Tran and shoved him. "What was that for?!" she demanded. Tran, barely moved by the blue pegasus, holstered his 1911 and picked up one of the rifles that the griffons had dropped. He began checking if over as Rainbow Dash continued shoving him. "Hey, don't ignore me! Say something!"
Tran turned to face the pegasus and shoved the rifle into her hooves. "Faked a surrender, forfeit your lives. If you have a problem with it, shoot me." Rainbow Dash looked at the rifle and spat at his boots before turning away from him. Tran, ignoring the pegasus, picked up another rifle and tossed it to Applejack.
Applejack caught the rifle and cycled the bolt, noticing that it was an REA rifle and not a griffon one. "There was about six hundred of them." Tran looked at the cowpony, raising an eyebrow. "Six hundred. That's about how many of them had surrendered, all at the same time."
Eric gritted his teeth. "They planned this." Tran nodded.
Wilson and Logan, weapons ready, flanked around the house to join them. Seeing that everything had been dealt with, they lowered their weapons. Soon enough, everyone else (Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, Prince Blueblood, Princess Twilight Sparkle, and Princess Celestia) joined them.
Tran picked up another of the rifles that the griffons were using and handed it to Octavia. Everypony else realized what he was doing and grabbed their own weapons, along with some ammunition. "Gentlemen." Everypony raised an eyebrow at this statement. "It appears that the enemy is conducting a false surrender operation. They're most likely here to destroy or capture something. I just don't know what." Tran turned to address Princess Twilight Sparkle. "Do you have any idea of what might be important enough that they would consider conducting an operation of this scale?"
PRINCESS Twilight Sparkle looked at the human that had seriously asked her that question before realizing that he was in fact serious. She looked at PRINCESS Celestia and PRINCE Blueblood, who both realized the meaning of what he had just asked. Twilight looked back at Tran, not saying anything. At that point, Tran finally realized what she was trying to get at.
"Oh," Tran said. "Well, in any case, we need to find somewhere safe. If they're after you, they will bring hell upon us to capture or kill any of you three."
Applejack's head shot up. "Sweet Apple Acres."
Tran looked back at the cowpony. "What was that?"
Applejack repeated what she had just said. "Sweet Apple Acres. It's Ponyville's gatherin spot for emergencies. It's about eight kilometers west of here on the outskirts of town."
Tran unslung his rifle. "Sweet Apple Acres, here we come."
High Up In The Clouds
Two Jaegers appeared out of thin air as the two of them pulled their helmets off of their heads. They settled themselves on a cloud, ready to strike at any moment. "Everything is coming along."
The other Jaeger looked down from the clouds. "Explosives ready?"
The first Jaeger pulled out a massive bundle of dynamite. "Yep."
The other Jaeger stuck his helmet back one, disappearing from thing air. "What does the target area look like?"
The first Jaeger snorted. "From the name. An apple farm." He too donned his helmet and disappeared from thin air. "Ponies are awful at naming."
The other Jaeger chuckled. "Yeah, what was I thinking. What could a place like 'Sweet Apple Acres' be other than an Apple farm?"
Somewhere In Sweet Apple Acres
Granny Smith gently rocked in her chair on the porch of her beloved family home. Distant gunshots could be heard but for the elderly near-deaf mare, they might as well have been silent.
Out of nowhere, a heavily armed and armored Jaeger appeared from thin air in front of the mare. Granny Smith squinted her eyes at the griffon. "Oh, hello dearie. Are you a friend of Apple Bloom's?"
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oh damn, shit is about to get real
Well , even if it was rather short , it's still has good has the others !
One thing I want to say tho is that the "faked surrender" was rather obvious , I am not a soldier so I don't know shit but I think that a group of 600 people that surrender is already suspicious but a group of 600 people that surrender because one or two guys died is even more suspicious , especially if they are Griffins since those guys are known to do that kind of heck (gosh that's specist) .
Oh and also :
Since Pacific Rim is one of my favorite films , I think you can understand that I hate you for naming those Griffins "Jaegers" (name of the giant mechas in the movie) . But your story is so good I won't judge (not that I would have judged for this anyway).
Awwww shit.
I had given up hope since you hadn't written anything since August, please give us more.
9879497
In World War I, there were many cases of many soldiers surrendering en masse. One of my favorite examples is with Sergeant York, Alvin C of
Company G, 328th Infantry Regiment, 82nd Division. Alvin York was the most decorated soldier of WWI and in his actions that would later earn him a medal of honor, captured 132 germans. A more modern example is the gulf war. After several aerial bombing and shell missions, large number of Iraq forces would surrender to anything. They would surrender to things like unmanned low flying aerial drones, unarmed civilian forces, planes, etc.
As for the naming convention. I took the name Jaeger from the German naming convention for what was basically special infantry
9879623
Dude, I'm in the US Army. I get busy. My unit is prepping for another combat deployment.
More pls
9879824
Ah, I see. Best of luck.
Believe it or not, I was too...but I was honorably discharged three years ago. (Some people say I'm lucky, some say I'm pathetic, I'm just frustrated that I didn't get to see what I was really made of.)
9879824
You have a point , I forgot that this fic was a lot more like WW1 than it was WW2 (the fact that there is no trench warfare and that the weaponry is more modern makes you forget it). But I feel like even if it was an 100% recreation of it , not that many soldiers would surrender in one go without looking suspicious , has you said , York captured around 130 soldiers but even that is far from 600 .
Has for the gulf war , it's not the same thing , it was a minor power with "untrained" and outgunned forces fighting against the 1 world power , if I where in that case , I probably would surrender pretty fast too .
To finish on that , has said in my last comment , MLP Griffins are known to be sneaky and traitorous and all things negative in that style , so I think it legit that they would take extra cautions compared to if it was Minotaurs for exemple (Yes , I know it's specist and all but it's facts)
And has another point , why would the people who surendered not be striped of their weapons ? Leaving that many soldiers around with their equipment , even if under surveillance , seems careless.
And for the "jaegers" , I know that , it was mostly has a joke that I said it (I mean , even in the movie, it says that "Jaeger" is the german for "hunter") . Of course it still makes me imagine totally strange images but I get more laughs than anything outta it so I don't mind at all !
AWESOME chapter! Want more!
Xd
Kill them all. Pluck their feathers, rip out their entrails and roast them. They WILL die for what is about to happen.
Don't u fucking dare
Why do i get the feeling grannie is gonna be some unstopable killing machine
9879824
Break a leg.
9879917
They were Stripped of Equipment the Griffon in the Train was using the Guards Shotgun and the Squad was using REA Rifles not Griffon issued ones
9881233
Point taken , damn me and my skipping of some sentences .
don't get killed out there mate and try to be back whole or something resembling that state
9879824
An M18 Hellcat could beat an M1 Abrams *pause* in a race.
9882007
I think you replied to the wrong comment, bud. Regardless, comparing the M18 to the M1A1 is plain poor judgement; They are entirely different classes.
9882692
I didn't respond to the wrong comment, I know that I was talking about in terms of speed in which yes the M18 can beat an Abrams a race as the M18 is 20mph faster the Abrams.
9879917
It's actually spell Jäger.
9882957
I know , but I don't have that key on my keyboard and honestly , accents and the other things you can put on top of letters are already annoying enough in my natal tongue (French) that if I have a chance , I'll ignore them .
9883102
Okay.
9880683
Same thought here. Like he aims a gun at her and she just has like a mounted LMG in her chair.
Princess Celestia carrying a machine gun, along with Blueblood using a sword just like Mad Jack, who fought in a war with a sword and longbow
He better wipe his claws on the door mat before he tries to enter that house and be the most polite uninvited guest that has ever graced her home, otherwise he just might be eating his own beak in a few seconds.
9880683
Well, AJ did mention her gun collection...