The Equestrian speaking Glorian heard Hibiscus' request, dug into his pack for a small flash of hard cider that he kept in case of Equestrian contact, tossed it to Hibiscus, turned to the other Glorian soldiers, "Iiu NOH!" and the squad jogged west without another word to the other Equestrians, leaving the corpses behind without so much as a glance over the shoulder.
At the glorian outpost Strafer is taken to the commanders office."Commander we found this Equestrian walking towards the camp state your name and reasoning for being here.""Of course. I am Strafer." Strafer said as the commander gave him a look full of hate." I came here as a deserter from the Equestrians. Only for the reasoning that there is someone on there side i must.....Must kill." Strafer said as his thoughts shifted to his friend and long time rival Shadow."I will do anything you ask to prove where my loyalty lies." "What should we do with him commander?" The soldiers asked.
The base commander intertwined his fingers his fingers as he studied the Equestria, before motioning for his translator. "I cannot enlist you in the Glorian military as this is not a proper recruitment post, and you are not a Glorian citizen, and therefore do not have the training every Glorian has. However, I could use a new addition to the mercenary wing of this camp, last Vengian ran off with some mob to gods know where. We expect your full loyality to us, one slip up and you'll find yourself at the wrong end of a firing squad. Do I make myself clear?" he waited for the translator to finish translating.
"Yes... that would be very nice. Thank you." He raised a shaky hoof in the general direction of his home, which was clearly visible over the flat lands. Of course, it wasn't much to look at considering he was the only one who kept it afloat. Hibiscus wandered next to Brisk and leaned most of his weight on her. "Off we go, then."
Hibiscus raised an eyebrow at her. "You mean my reasons for coming here?" He asked. "I... well, I suppose I no longer had a life in Equestria. It just felt as if my very soul had shriveled up and left, and I couldn't stand the feeling any longer. This place is magnificent: the soil, the air, the natives..." He hesitated. "The natives not so much. I'd rather we found some way to replicate this place and just leave them to their peace. I'm too old to be involved in any more conflict." He paused his monologue. "Not that I've ever been involved in any conflict. I just don't like it."
" Yeah. I work as a... scout almost for the Equestrians. I try to prevent the attacks. It's helpful for them cause of my talent." she said, pointing to her glowing horn.
"Oh snap. I forgot to check with the commander, if there's any new mark's to take down. Gotta just hope all the rogue's aren't taken already. Glorian deserter's blow up so good." Vegare left his abode. Taking a few clips of Boom-Ball's with him, along with his Sniper Rifle. Checking that he still had his revolver in his back pocket, still preload-ed with one of his earliest version's of the Boom-Ball. Though the latter was used for what Vegare considered "Self-defence", Which generally meant that something got unhappy with him trying to blow it up and managed to get close enough to be a threat. After getting a few scared glances and a far more frequent death glare on his way to base. Vegare arrived to see a rather strange sight. An Equestrian...or rather, what was strange was that it was a live equestrian. Vegare had seen the equine race before of course...but not many of the living entered here...and fewer left. "What's with the pony commander? Are you finally going to allow me to try and make a living bomb? Or will I be testing the explosiveness of their coat? So many possibilities..."
Steel Blaze was just walking across the Walls of the outpost when he saw what looked like a few glorian civilians he then rushed down to tell the base commander"Sir, Glorian civilians on the horizon looks like they brought some basic weapons".
"No, you will not." The base commander said flatly to Begare, "And address a senior officer properly next time you barge into my office. And this Equestrian has decided to desert their country to be a mercenary for us. Which also is a good thing that you came in when you did. Are the explosive collars ready?"
"Hit it!" Aran pressed down the red button almost immediately, making a small cascade of explosions echo forward from the building infront of his team. Soon, the building fell down to the ground, casting up a cloud of dust and ashes upon the air. Aran smiled to himself, looking upon the work he had made. It was a regular day for him. Get some 'splosives, get to the job point, set them and blow stuff up. He was doing his favorite thing, everyday. He was a regular guy, with a simple view on life. He'd never thought of settling down though. Not with the tension between the two lands. He knew that war was imminent, and he was planning on making some money out of it. At the end of the day, he headed home. His house wasn't the best, but it was of the ordinary. He threw his yellow-black backpack onto his bed, and walked over into the kitchen. In a few moments, he had made a nice lil' sandwich, that he put on his TV table with a ordinary glass of milk. "Whelp, let's see... if i can make it across the border again, i can take up some Equestrian jobs, that'll make me some hefty money. Other than that, i'm gonna need a hefty supply of explosives to have variation...eh, i'll guess i can manage." He took a bite out of the sandwich and switched on the TV, switching over to the news. He leaned back and let thoughts take over his mind as he slowly drifted down to sleep.
"Most certaintly sir. Which colour should we use? Nuclear Green, Incendary Red, or plain explosive yellow." Vegare let his offer hang in the air, crossing his finger's that the commander would pick one of the first two...and that he could see the results when things went wrong.
The meeting with the base commander went well, dispatching scouts to capture the glorian civilians and use them as ransom. Sure Steel blaze knew there will soon be a full scale raid but at least he'll be kept busy crafting weaponry for every soldier and he was even told he would get a whole squad of engineers and gunsmiths to help out. Things were just getting better.
When the two arrived at Hibiscus's home, he removed himself from her side and walked the last ten yards on his own. He opened the door and gestured Brisk inside. Holding it open, he popped open the cider he had been given and sniffed it. The strong scent made his eyes water, but he drank a bit anyways. Hibiscus gagged and removed it from his mouth. It tasted horrible, like someone was making it just for the sake of making alcohol. Hibiscus took another drink. Absolutely horrid! He thought. He took a longer drink from the bottle, draining nearly half of it.
Crag had tracked down must of the stray Glorians on the Equestrian line of control. There were a few stragglers, but they'd be caught eventually. "Good work men, we should find the rest of the strays by the end of the week. You all deserve some rest, you have 3 hours to go to the mess hall, sleep, etc." Crag said to his men.
Sirens suddenly blared throughout every base in the Glorian controlled area. War had been declared over refusal by Equestria to release the Glorian citizens they had captured. The signs of space battle became filled with the sights of space battle, a battle that sadly, be the main thing to go against Equestria in the first part of the war, but There just was no defense against the Mass Acceraltion Cannons of Glory, which could fire multi-ton hunks of metal and junk at nearly the speed of light. Skirmishes would soon break out across the Line of Control, a precerrsor to what was to come... When the sirens blared out at the base, the commander quickly told Vegare Incensiary Red and instantly began moving to mobilize the troops in the base for war.
"Sir, Glorian Dreadnought inbound! We're taking heavy fire!" Said the Private. "Fire back with Everything we have, send all important data back to Canterlot Military Base." Crag soon realized that the turrets on the comms station were heavy damaged. "Wait, don't fire back! Once the upload to the Base is complete, get all personnel on board the escape pods! Crag yelled. "Yes sir!" The private yelled. "All personnel, get to the escape pods! I repeat, all personnel in the escape pods! This is a direct order from Strategist Crag!" The private yelled into the station-wide communication systems. Most of the important data was uploaded before the Communications Array went out. "We've got Glorian Bording parties in the hangers! Vent the air from them, now!" "There's still soldiers in there!" "I don't care, vent the hangers!" Crag boomed, as the hangers got cut off from air, killing anyone in them. "Ok, get to the escape pods!" Crag said, grabbing his pistol and running out of the bridge, shooting the boarders that managed to make it out of the hanger.
"You ok, there?" said Brisk, watching him, concerned. Her eyes turned white suddenly, and she rose into the air, her horn's aura turning red, and her voice became lower, more powerful. Her eyes reflected what she could see. War, Fight, Death, Dark, Dark, Dark. "Farmer named Hibiscus.. There isn't much time. Do you have any sort of safe house out here?" said the frightening mare, slowly seeming as if she was decaying. ~~~ Mila went to her commander. "Reporting for duty.." she said. Seeing as she was a cross between diplomat and soldier, she was a bit tricky.
Steel Blaze radio'd in to Crag. "This is Steel Blaze of Outpost 2G-1, our base commander was killed in the bombardment. so I am now acting commander, Send reinforcements as soon soon as possible".
