Ranger
Chapter 6: Friends
By Wanderer D
Skirmishers had a sense of belonging when they were together: they called themselves a tribe; everyone was a brother or sister; once the ADVENT implant was removed from a new, liberated Skirmisher, they were introduced to their new family, and if living in a different location, would head over with them. There was this spiritual aspect of acceptance of each other, old and new that grew as they discovered what it was like, living away from ADVENT's forced dominion.
Humans, Sunset concluded just a few minutes into town, acted a lot more like ponies than Skirmishers did. Rather than unite with a single purpose in mind, they united with the general idea of survival. Sure, they were pissed off at the aliens for taking over the world, but only a few fully embraced the actual mentality needed to fight back, and the rest were content to be discontent in their ramshackle housing.
Mox had drilled into her head to keep a lookout for trouble, regardless of where she was or how safe she felt. A skill (or way of thinking) she could have used when she first emerged into this world. As he had pointed out, you're not being paranoid if aliens are really coming to get you. As such, her senses were on alert the moment she crossed the gate into town.
The guards had given her a look of amusement, mixed with something she couldn't recognize. It wasn't contempt, nor outright distrust… it just made her feel like they pitied her already. Still, since no one had bothered to ask, she said nothing to them and just strolled in. So much for security.
Granted, every three steps she passed someone with machine guns of some sort or another, but the mini-skirmisher within her frowned at the level of disregard these people had for some sort of organized authority. They did look more like she did, though, so no snake-like eyes here, and although they were not ponies themselves, they were definitely easier on the eyes. She mulled over this as she walked. Could it be a biological directive prompted by her species change? She certainly wouldn't have found them too pleasant to look at as a pony.
Her thoughts drifting, she almost didn't dodge the three men that barged out of the bar. One big, muscular man wearing no shirt, swung his fist at a much smaller one, who surprisingly dodged under the punch, smashed his fist into the bigger man's stomach and flipped him over his shoulder at the last man, who was trying to tackle him from behind.
The two on the floor slowly got up, facing the last one warily. He was older than them, with a scar going across his right cheek. The man hadn't shaved in a while, but still managed to look relatively well-kept. The other two could have been exchanged with any other obvious mercenary or freedom fighter in the city.
All three stank of alcohol.
An older woman, looking more exasperated than angry emerged from the bar, but didn't interrupt the fight, other than to shout, "John! You're never coming to this bar again, you hear me?!"
The elder of the three waved drunkenly at her and that's all the shirtless, bigger of his two opponents needed to attack. John's head was grabbed by both hands, and had he not blocked the knee to the face, the fight would have been over.
Sunset considered walking past, but it was interesting to see this. After all, most Skirmishers were roughly the same build, so fights among them usually boiled to the same tactics. None of them had really had an idea on how to teach Sunset to fight, so watching first hand the underdog fight, might give her some ideas.
The older man managed to disengage, pulling down as he rounded behind the big guy. A kick to the side of the knee brought the man down, howling, and a punch straight onto the jaw knocked him out fast.
John stepped back, looking around wildly.
"Duck!" Sunset shouted, surprising herself.
John followed her order with surprising speed, just as a chair swept the air where his torso had been a second ago. While crouching, John had been spinning in place already and his fist came up in a solid uppercut that sent the second man flying.
John smirked, stumbling a little and turned to face Sunset, nodding at her once in thanks. Then he stopped and blinked at her. Before collapsing onto the floor.
"Idiot," the woman from the bar said, checking on the other two. She looked up at Sunset. "Hey, you look strong enough for this… do you want some free cash?" she asked, pulling out some chips.
Sunset raised her eyebrow. "For what?"
"Take this idiot, here," she motioned at John, who had pushed himself up to a sitting position and was muttering something to himself about… Talen? Balen? "To his home. It's nearby, a couple of blocks down the main road and to the left. He can walk, he just needs to lean on someone to make it there."
Sunset grimaced. She didn't want to walk around drunk people, but on the other hand he looked like he could fight. Maybe he could help her get set up here. The place was a mess, but if she managed to make her way up to controlling the whole thing… she smirked. That would show Celestia that Sunset had more than enough ability to lead, just like Betos and Pratal Mox had already seen.
"Sure," she said, taking the money and walking up to the man. "Come on, old man, let's get you home."
o.0.o Three Years Later o.0.o
"Rookies Sunset Shimmer and Jane Kelly, step forth," Central called out.
"Sir!"
The pair stepped forward, Jane almost wobbling in place and Sunset resisting the urge to smirk at her friend's suffering.
"Last night you both took place in a very important mission for the future of XCOM," Bradford continued. "Although there were losses, thanks to you we were able to bring the commander back."
The hangar was silent. It had been a while since the last promotion, but more importantly, as much as it was about their promotion, it was about a little show and fanfare of their victory. Most of the non-essential staff had gathered, with the Engineer team and the science teams flanking the small squadron of soldiers.
"The commander is in good health, still healing, and sadly unable to attend, but sends regards," Bradford continued. "Now that we have a working military command, you have the commander's blessings in being acknowledged by formal military rank and I am honored to give you both the rank of Squaddie.
"Given your set of skills, Jane Kelly is to be designated a Specialist, and will report to Engineer Chen to pick up her GREMLIN. Sunset Shimmer is being designated a Ranger, specializing in close combat. Both of you are now assigned to the newly created team, Menace, with other two members to be assigned soon. You will also report to Engineer Shen for any additional equipment you might need."
Bradford gave the pair of saluting soldiers a nod. "Dismissed."
As soon as the hangar had cleared of higher-ups, Sunset and Jane were congratulated several times by their peers before they managed to extricate themselves and start walking down towards Engineering, which was thankfully not too far from the Hangar.
"So how are you feeling?" Sunset asked, smirking. She had seen looking ready to throw up more than once when someone patted her on the back.
"Ugh. Remind me to never let you let me drink like that again."
"I thought you couldn't help it," Sunset mock-pouted. "My Little Kelly's not Irish enough now?"
"Oh, shut it," Jane muttered.
"Still," Sunset sighed. "A new team, huh?"
"Yeah." Jane shrugged. "About time we got an actual promotion though, we've been at this for years."
"I guess it just marks the start of real XCOM operations."
"Yeah, like all the other missions weren't enough."
"I hear that the old XCOM hired professional soldiers from around the world… being a rookie here promoted to Squaddie under that bar… it's not too bad."
Jane snorted. "Aren't you setting your ambition a bit low, Commander?"
Most people in the Avenger had become used to Sunset's aspirations to leadership, and thus, when Central was not around, her given nickname was "The Commander", due to her tendency to give orders when there was no clear superior officer.
"Hah!" Sunset made a fist. "As if. You'll see, I'll start with this team, but soon enough I'll have my own Avenger, with blackjack and—"
"Engineer Shen!"
Sunset lowered her fist. "That's not… oh."
Lily Shen raised her eyebrow. "Well, don't leave me hanging. Blackjack and what?"
"Ponies," Sunset said. "Unicorns, Pegasi and regular Earth Ponies, we'll spray paint cutie marks on them and ride them into the moon."
"If you say so," Shen said, waving them into the Engineering room. "Sorry about the mess, we barely have enough space and Bradford says the Commander's first order is to build a new communications room. Then a Guerilla Tactics school then maybe an extension for us or the lab."
"We sleep in bunk beds, Shen," Jane pointed out. "We're used to cramped."
"Hello ROV-R," Sunset said as the drone floated up to them. "How are you doing?"
ROV-R bobbed up and down before flying to the other side of the room and starting to run scans on a piece of alien machinery.
"I heard about your promotion, Sunset, well done," Shen said, moving over to a table and opening a box. "Bradford asked me to check your armor and make sure it still fits you, Sunset," she said with a tone of slight annoyance. "It just needed a few adjustments, but it's all set. If it wasn't quite so unique, I'd love to dismantle it for study."
"I'm sure you'll get a chance, Shen," Sunset said. "It's just based off of ADVENT's own."
"I know! But why doesn't it break apart like the others we get our hands on?" Shen sighed. "Anyway, I got a bunch of bodies with armor that Tygan still needs to study, and then we'll be able to improve our own armors… maybe improve yours too."
"Well," Sunset gathered up her things. "Thank you for respecting this, Lily."
"Hey…" Lily hesitated. "I understand the value of gifts like that." She took a deep breath. "Anyway, besides the armor, here's your sword."
Sunset took the blade. It was made of sturdy material with a very clear sharp edge. "This looks less like a sword and more like an overgrown machete."
Lily gave her a look. "I'm not Xinpei Shen, Sunset. Name might sound similar, but we're different types of legends. Sword making is not my craft. It's long, it's metal, and it cuts through most things. It's a sword."
"Sorry, sorry," Sunset said, cringing. She slid it back on its sheath. "I hope we get some time to practice, the only things I had were those bokens in the gym and the weight is all messe—" She caught Lily's look. "Different. It handles differently."
"Glad to see you catching on," Lily deadpanned before moving over to Jane. "Well, Jane, you're almost one of us now, congratulations too."
"I can't wait," Jane said. "Hacking with those little notepads is ridiculous."
"Don't be too hard, it's good training," Lily replied. "Besides, I've been working on this baby of yours for a while now. A lot of your hacking information and tendencies are crucial to the design of your own GREMLIN, especially if it's to anticipate your actions on any level."
"Aww, you shouldn't have," Jane said. "It's like you knew I'd be promoted."
"Just a little over a month," Lily said, bending down to picked up a crate, opening it up and fishing for a couple of devices, which she passed on to Jane. "Go ahead, give it a try."
Sunset watched as Jane put one of the devices on the side of her head, like some sort of monocle. From what she understood of the process, the GREMLINS used some of the alien technology that connected the mind of the Specialist to the drone, allowing them to give them clear instructions both with verbal commands and mental prompts. It wasn't a real psionic link, since it was a machine, but it was still an incredible adaptation of alien tech. Even ADVENT didn't have anything similar.
"Oh yeah," Jane grinned as the drone levitated up. "This little guy and I will have a lot of fun out there."
"Just remember the protocols on having your drone active in the Avenger," Lily said. "And don't attempt to hack the Avenger."
"I'm not stupid," Jane muttered.
"Let me rephrase that," Lily said. "If you get drunk and the next morning we're orbiting Pluto, you will be responsible for the fallout, and I will take your GREMLIN away."
The computer console suddenly lit up and Bradford appeared on a small screen. "Lily, have Sunset and Jane picked up their equipment?"
"Yes, they're actually right here, I just gave it to them."
"Good, saves me the trouble of seeking them out," Bradford replied. "Sunset, Jane, get equipped and report to the hangar, some… friends… have made contact now that the Commander is free and we are to meet their representatives. I'm sending Menace over. I'll brief you when you're in your way. Central out."
The screen went black.
"Well, I guess I get to practice with my machete after all," Sunset muttered, earning another glare from Lily.
"No rest for the wicked," Jane retorted. "Come on, we only have a few minutes to grab our things and get dressed.
Sunset nodded, waving absently at Lily and ROV-R. Her mind was running fast. The commander hadn't even been out of whatever that machine was over a day and they were already moving to a new mission, and if Bradford's tone was any indication, it would not necessarily be a pleasant one.
She shook her head. "I wonder who these 'friends' are…"
o.0.o End Chapter 6 o.0.o
YOOO BETOS!
Also, I'm still betting the commander is Celestia.
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The Great Commandy One transcends such paltry concepts such as identity. Celly, if she shows, will be something way more sinister.
Oh, that mission. It's going to go considerably differently with sunset on it. For all the ones involved, and even the ones that appear later.
Her being there changes so many things, potentially, that I can't but be anxious for more
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hear that the old XCOM highered professional soldiers
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but it was still an incredibly adaptation of alien tech
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5. Incredible.
I feel like I should go ahead and get the expansions soon... not that it's necessary to get the story but that they'd help, in addition to their own merit. Kinda fell off of XCOM2 after banging my head against the Ironman wall for a while
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I bet it's actually Luna
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Huh, good to know. Thanks!
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, the right angle bracket; and their left-pointing friends. And now you know the names of every bracket you're likely to see with any regularity.8705706 all hail the great Commandy one!
Rules of Xcom for reference :P
Part 1 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BqoEJUWKVRFSKXOA2Ks3Ce7Kvphmg0kAFKcuXJHgmr0/mobilebasic?pli=1
Part 2
https://forums.sufficientvelocity.com/threads/things-xcom-operatives-are-no-longer-allowed-to-do-part-2.18793/
Part 3 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1d1IFi0tHw4Rl50m1A5iAffGGKVfKZQ4689Lh4BuXoXs/mobilebasic
Skirmishes and reapers
Isn't the Avenger still ground-bound at this part of the story?
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The question is, which group is Sunset going to meet?
That Futurama Reference!
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I want her to meet the reapers and see first hand whats for dinner.
Also I want the really dramatic glare match to get interrupted by "Oh hey Mox long time no see, I got a sword"
I wonder if we’ll get to see the Dazzlings as well? Would they be working with Advent or be experimented on for XCOM to rescue? Oooh, I wonder if they would reveal Sunset’s heritage to the others (even if they wouldn’t get it at first)
8705789 Thanks, corrections have been made.
8705828 Well, WOTC does have a bit of story added to it, and some interesting additional mechanics.
8706002 Well, that would get Jane into even more trouble, right? But the Avenger takes off basically as soon as the commander gets rescued, so I'm not being too picky.
Ah. I see Sunset's ambition has merely been offset by higher priorities. Entirely reasonable. And I'm a sucker for the "truth too outrageous to believe" method of evading a question. Also, "content to be discontent" is a fantastic turn of phrase.
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Never underestimate the power of drunken hacking.
Well that's one interesting way to be recruited for X-COM.
And congrats to Sunset on her promotion. Her nickname suits her, my main soldier in my first try in the first X-COM was Wolverine, and I concur with Sunset: the sword is really an overgrown machete.
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Money on skirmishers
Or very content in their gilded cages. Being a collaborator has its perks.
*Gasp* Sunset stole Kelly's groove! Kelly will remember this next time Shimmer needs healing from Chryssalid hugs.
Maybe you'd have more room if your supplies were organized a little better, Shen! I don't buy that 'alien debris' line for a second. Man, this is gonna take weeks to sort through.
Looking forward to meeting friends in low places.
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Nah, right now I have about 450 mods (Long War 2, voice pack, uniforms, aaaand waaay mooore), and, well, it can suffer FPS hiccups, but it is running suprising smooth. And loading times are "normal", few seconds, at max 30? And I have that 60FPS... ;)
And no WotC, as is having it or not is kinda important, as it changes not-so-few things in code.
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I think it would be really cool if the dazzlings have become the chosen.
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Well... I would love them to appear as Templars. :)
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Oh, wow, the Dazzlings as the Chosen is an awesome and terrifying thought. (I could also see them as the Furies, from that XCOM1 expansion mission? They could've been around for centuries, after all...)
I look forward to seeing what happens!
Jee, it sure is non-linear narrative around here.
Mah lemur, confident exposition is what all true fanficcers strive fore.
I just wonder what the Chosen are up to!
Well, unlike with other stories I've done this for, this time I took notes from the start (well from chapter 2, but what can you do?), just in case I decided this was a story I wanted to keep reading.
I did.
So here: have a backlog of things I noted over the last five chapters:
Chapter 2:
the fact was that she
Chapter 3:
the should be 'Propped'
'advise' advice is the noun
Chapter 4:
made it out to be
sifting
Chapter 6:
that 'on' should be an 'in'
and that 'in' should be an 'on'
You have me intrigued thus far ... we shall see if this keeps up ...
Something seems off about this, but I can't quite put my finger on it...
I wasn’t expecting a futurama reference in this fanfic, nice.
I laughed a lot more then then I thought I would reading this 🤣
🤣🤣. I am loving lily
Certain Storm King sweats nervously.
Ack, gremlins!
I think i fucking died of laughing my ass off 👍
This story gets a clear like, but for a favorit spot it has to ramp up the jokes or fun battles.
Love the humor of these stories, always a joy to re-reading it 👍