Chapter 3:Signals and metal men
Chapter 3: Signals and Metal men
“Who are you?” Asked a changeling, her voice was feminine, carrying a strange accent, almost southern sounding to the guard.
“I-I’m...” he considered his next words carefully, “I-I’m Corporal Dawnsville of Celestia Royal guard.” He said, anxiety showing itself in his voice as he spoke.
“Ah so a guard then? Would explain the flashy armor...” mumbled out the griffin hen who stood behind him. She had a sort of calm demeanor that made him feel more at ease then he could understand.
“Wh-what happened to the mare...” he began nervously, his eyes searching the area, only barely noticing a canvas tent that had been placed near the edge of the somewhat burning hunk of metal. His eyes flew to the strange beast that sat next to the wreck and his eyes widened, they were almost the same!
“She has been taken in and is recovering under the watchful eye of our steadfast medic.” The changeling answered sharply, the griffin next to her keeping his eyes on the forest, his claws on his strange weapon, eyes scanning the edge just behind him.
“Would you like to see her?” Offered the changeling, her eyes carefully observing him. His reaction was a surprised look, along with a suspicious glance as he nodded his head slowly.
“Come along, don’t want you to get frostbite, and from what I can tell, your armor is unsafe in this condition, when you enter the tent, remove it, and keep that dagger where it is.” Said the diamond dog, his eyes glistening in a soft orang reflection as he turned towards the tent and fire and walked.
The guard was stunned but quickly followed, “H-how did you-“
“I noticed the mare had a scabbard under her wing when we found her, it was empty. Seeing as you knew where she was, I assumed you had found her first, and borrowed her blade to enter the forest without being defenseless.” He replied in a calm and droning voice, as if a teacher explaining how he had gotten a conclusion to a student.
“O-oh...” he replied, passing by another stallion, who sat on the strange machine, the non-burning one. His body was positioned on the machine to offer quick response, but his posture was a clam and almost relaxed position.
“Ma’am please clam down, stop resisting! Your struggling might reopen the stitches!” A voice said, on a almost angered accent. Quickly the diamond dog hurried over to the tent, Dawnsville quick to follow as he arrived at the tent and pushed the curtains to the side, entering the much less snowy room. Inside their was a few bedrolls stretched out, on which lay Night shade, who was pushing against another stallion, this one a threstral.
“L-Let go of me...” she groaned, trying to swing her hoof at the stallion, who avoided it with ease and tried to calm her down, “Ma’am! I’m a doctor, please hold still!” He begged, and soon she sighed and slumped, her hooves laying down in the ground.
“Thank you.” He mumbled and checked her side, “Good news is you didn’t tear open your stitches, as for your wing? It should work, but I’m not entirely sure till we get you to a proper hospital.” He stated, “Your a very lucky mate, whoever did these makeshift bandages just about saved you from bleeding to death!” He stated, giving a smile.
Dawnsville quickly took his armor off and hurried over to Night, sitting next to her he examined her closely, looking for any hint of other injuries. He was happy to see his fellow guard was ok, and quickly hugged her, happy to see she had made, “O-oh thank Celestia...” he whispered.
Night shade was stunned, and blushing slightly, but returned the hug none the less, patting the stallions back slowly. “U-oh good to see you made it Dawn.” she said with a surprised chuckle, just barley noticing the blood that was on his wing tips. She thought about asking but didn’t bother, not wanting to know what had happened.
Both occupants of the room besides the hugging pair looked at each other and shrugged, although soon they were interrupted as dragon entered the tent, “Hey we got something!” He said to the two, who both nodded and hurried to follow, exiting the tent, the diamond dog held back and looked at the two, “Stay in the camp, you won’t get far in this blizzard if you try to flee.” He said, then disappeared past the tent flaps.
—————-Corporal Mia Delano—————-
Silence rained as the griffin hen examined her surroundings, sitting in a tree just on the edge of the clearing. Her eyes scanned the forest, searching for any more intruders, carefully she watched and listened.
Not more than a few minutes ago she had pulled in what appeared to be some sort of guard, who had been unlucky enough to walk under the tree that she had taken cover in. She had quickly apprehended him and brought him out, the commander had been able to make him relax and assured him his friend was alright.
“Hey! Come on down, we got something on the main radio!” Shouted out the young dragon, his name was sergeant first class Felix young, he had joined them before they had left base to enter the city. Officially he was a young and promising soldier, unofficially though... she wasn’t sure.
“Coming.” She stayed and jumped down, landing with a roll, her body contorting to allow her to safely roll, her shotgun she had borrowed form a crate clicking against her side. He watched and smiled, from what she could tell, he admired her skill. Or maybe it was her body...she never understood men to well. She strode over to the tank, he followed close behind, watching behind them for trouble as they entered the clearing and arrived at the tank, where the group of strange being crowded around.
“T-this is...Hendricks...broadcasting...radio systems...c-crash site...alpha...omega...fuck this...help...w-we went down in a snowy m-m-mountain...w-w-when did mountains appear in D.C...? I-I survived, m-my co-co pilot was not so lucky, t-theirs snow here...it’s so dam cold... help me...please...help me...” the radio paused, cracklings, then the message repeated, although something new played as he switched the channel.
A german voice came out, it was gruff, probably a older man, his voice was strained as if he was in pain, “Sende Hilfe ... es ist etwas los ... Sanitäter fehlen ... wo ist unser Kommandeur ... meine Männer sind tot ... verzeih mir ... sende Hilfe ... die Nazipartei soll hoch drin stehen dieses kurze Kommen ...” the pauses in each space were filled with deep shuddered breaths as the man groaned, towards the end, the voice faded slightly, and his transmission went silent, only for it to repeat as well.
Another click and another voice came on, this one caught there attention, it was young, terrified, and the speaker was stuttering, “H-нибудь? мне нужна помощь, я в лесу, я видел что-то оранжевое, я похож на огонь, б - но шторм невозможно увидеть в ... я - если вы можете прочитать это, отправьте помощь!” The voice said with a terrified whisper, the soldiers were surprised, even though it was a completely foreign language...they understood what was said. The transmission didn’t repeat.
“Send up a flare...do it now!” Shouted the officer, her ears splayed back in a demeaning terror. Quickly others scrambled, even the two non soldiers were quick to comply, they didn’t dare question the mare, not when it was so clear she meant business when she spoke in such a tone.
*BOOOM!* erupted a flare gun as a single bright streak flew into the sky, little did they know that things were about to heat up, as it added, it erupted and showered the clearing in a bright light, bathing them all, then it covered the forest, and what it revealed surprised them all.
Creatures crawled out of the forest, some made of wood, others constructed of metal, the body’s resembled humanoid like in appearance, but they all seemed to be missing their faces, although the hums of the radio became much louder. Slowly the dozen or so creatures stood up, a few of them carried weapons, half of the creatures wore uniforms, most of them old and damaged. The guns they carried were of equal grade, damaged and old, one of the creatures carried a MP40, old and rusted, another carried a M1 Garand, the last one that was noticeable carried a AK-47, it had scratches and rust all over it.
“W-why won’t they send help...” moaned one of the creatures, the one carrying the M1 Garand, it’s body stumbling forward, groaning.
“töte mich ... töte mich und beende mein Leiden ...” groaned the voice, this was german, just like the voice on the radio, his sub machine gun started to click as the trigger was pulled, revealing its empty chamber.
“Đập người Mỹ ... ngăn họ lại ... tiêu diệt tất cả kẻ thù!” Growled another, it’s Ak seemed to level with them and click, the guns were to old to do much.
“KILL THEM” a voice commanded, it was a metal creature in the middle, it was dressed in a set of riot gear, it’s club gripped in its hand and a old and battered ballistics shield in the other, a pistol at its side, still holstered.
They obeyed almost instantly to the command, like rabid dogs being let off there chains, they surged forward. Gunfire responded as they were cut down, the machines gun on top of the tank barked as a threstral straddled it, pulling the trigger with a stick, and barely keeping it on target.
“AAA-AAAGH!” The riot armor wearing creature screeched as the re-animated creatures were cut down, and it feel to it’s knees, clutching its head and groaning, although it didn’t last as the creature stood up once more, raising his arms, “RISE MY FRIENDS!” It screeched, and soon they heard the groans.
A loud *CLANG* erupted from the flaming wreck as multiple body’s stumbled out of the wreck, they were horrible, burned crisply as they rigidly moved, snapping as they stumbled out.
“A-Ah...thieves...kill...the general will be pleased...” gurgled a male who wore a uniform with a melted rank pin, most likely the tanks commander.
“H-Hitoshi...” mumbled another body, it’s hands clutching at its head, “My wife...I hope I see her again...” the abomination muttered, it’s burned form stumbling out of the fire. Several more followed as they exited the remains, cries of mumbles of last thoughts echoing out, but they none the less stumbled forward, growling and trying to grab them.
*BANG* tink *BANG* tink *BANG* tink *BANG* tink
4 gunshots reduced the stumbling corpses to unmoving,smoldering piles of bone. They turned their heads back to the riot armored husk of a body to see what it would do now.
It sat there for a solid second, then reached for its handgun *CRACK!!!* A rifle banged form across the clearing and the head exploded, its metal corpse fell over, twitching and spasming.
Every gun was pointed at the other side of the clearing, and every bolt and pump was cocked and/or racked.
“Friends,please, I wish no trouble, I send transmission, see flare, form to help.” Said a heavily accented voice, it was calm and tired, and out strode a broad shouldered griffin from the bushes. He wore a smile, and a heavy coat, a red star on his ushanka, and carried a Mosin Nagant in his hands, the barrel still smoking, “I’m Artyom, Artyom grostof” the griffin said, “it’s a pleasure to meet you comrades!”
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This is really good. Nice flow but the point of view change seems almost forced.
I guess the guys from the prolog weren't the main characters after all. I am not even sure that they are around and now you introduce another character here. What was even the function of he prologue?
3 chapters in and we still don't know the names of all the main characters and I still don't know why they all are helping a stranger. why a human medic is able to treat a pony?
And at this point I am not sure why this is a Mlp fanfic. I think I would enjoy this more it this where a normal story where a group of solders encounter a group of wood/metal zombies. It would eliminate alot of the problems I have with the story.
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1: just saw this comment, have been a little off of my work due to stuff, to answer this, the 2 main characters, James and Thomas are indeed still in the group, they aren’t the main characters, and everything will make sense in the upcoming chapters if you keep reading.
Mp40, AK-47, M1Garant? Those guns are relics. And the story is supposed to take in 21xx
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True, but consider who is armed with them, and the language they speak, along with perhaps details, you might notice that they are quite old