"I think I just had a flashback all I saw was a group of Pegasi going into my vault demanding food and they called themselves TCH do you think they have any relation to this carving?" Tyler asked
"Hmm lets not worry about it too much we should go" Tyler said (When they walk or during these finishers we will take a break okay Time?)
Snipes looked back at Sheild, "Well then, you're in luck, you're looking at the mare able to take the wings off a bloatfly from over a mile away, and who will be your trainer." Snipes told Sheild as they walked out the door, the bartender too scared to try to get onto them. "Oh, little first peice of advice kid, never mention New Apploosa around the Soldier, never ask him about his past, and never disobey him, or he will make you obey."
As the pod opened, a red coated mare stumbled out of the pod. Lacking the strength to support herself, she landed face-first on the cold dusty floor, with a heavy Thud and a groan of pain. "Wha-What's..." She attempted to stand once more, her legs shaking under her own weight. She began to lift herself out of the dirt and leaned against her pod, trying to find her breath. Slowly, she began lifting her front hoof to her head, rubbing where she'd hit the floor. "What's happening? What's year is it?" Haze asked nobody in particular, still breathing heavily. She scratched her green hair as she began looking around the room.
(Several hours later...) Shortly after another wave of slavers, both sides took time to plan their next attack and called a temporary truce. A reinforcement of slavers had arrived to help back up the ones that were killed and created a camp. Crimson however was ready for another attack and plan it accordingly. The turrets got a small upgrade to increase their hitting power incase any slaver made it inside, Final Requiem received enough ammo to supply a small mercenary group for over a year and Crimson built more cover to protect himself from another rocket to the chest incident. No attack was launched until after noon when a small group of slavers were foolish enough to try and sneak up towards the office. They were dealt with accordingly; some received more brutal deaths than others. The rest of the slavers had no plans to attack again for the rest of the day and they lit a campfire to keep themselves warm at night and took watch for anything out of the ordinary. At about sunset, there was gunfire and screaming at the Slaver camp. Crimson that had been relaxing for another wave by earning some much needed sleep was woken up and instantly grabbed his rifle and aimed outside the window. He zoomed in to see that it wasn’t the slavers who were in a disagreement with each other, but another group wearing black armour and using energy rifles were taking down the slavers. The slavers who weren’t fighting the mysterious group decided to take a final shot at Archangel and charged towards them. Archangel took them down quickly with the accuracy equivalent shooting the target the size of a pinhead perfectly from miles away and they fell. The slaver camp was burnt down as soon as the fighting started and the group came to take down the slavers attacking Crimson. Crimson recognized their Armour instantly as memories rushed into his head. These guys were obviously not slavers but possibly the same commandos that he forget with during the Great War. He focused his shots away from any commando too close to a slaver and delivered headshots in a rhythm in beat with the music next to him as it’s tune echoed across the battlefield.
On approach to the Slaver Camp, Julion had sent Snipes and Sheild to act as sniper overwatch before he and the three other Commandos actives the optical stealth mode on their armor and crept up to the entrance of the slaver camp, Silent Death and Snipes sniper silently picking off the patrols watching over the entrance. In a flash, Julion and the three others tossed grenades and flashbangs into the camp, sending slavers blind, deaf, and injured to begin running about, easy targets for Julion and the Alpha Squad members. It only took moments before all slavers within the camp lay dead, the rest seemingly running for the hills. Quickly setting key points alight, they began chasing the surviving slavers and mowed them down, their trusty energy rifles critically crippling the slavers when they didn't get killed instantly by the silent, bright blue bolts of death. When the last slaver laid dead, Julion stood breathing heavily, "Those slavers...didn't stand a chance...but they seemed distracted...and weaker than reports suggested..." He said aloud. His armor rolled back from his head as he began looking around, "I think they were attacking a single point, and paying for it. There was maybe 200 slavers left, and I am certain they were estimated at a thousand... That battle was just too damn easy, even if they were just slavers..."
Crimson continued to mow down any slaver that came into his line of sight. The slaver numbers fell rapidly with 95% of Crimson's shots being lethal and the other ten thousand corpses being added with an increase of more slavers. Within 2 minutes, the number from his attackers went from 200 to 80. He continued firing when he noticed the group from before coming towards him shooting their rifles at the Slavers. Their black armor much more visible now. Crimson noticed his Black Project Eternal Elite Riot Gear and knew it wasn't another Eternal. He hasn't seen any Eternal since The Last Day. He ducked to reload and continue to keep firing. Once the battlefield went silent, the commandos looked around the battlefield at the 10,000 strong graveyard that Crimson created, with addition of the ones that The Commandos helped put down. Crimson knew that they would not be a threat and put away his rifle and unlocked the doors from the security console in the room. He sat down on a sofa to take some stress of his mind before an eventual visit from Julion and his squad.
(Sorry for the delay. Had a really busy day) Shield looked from his perch overlooking the battlefield. He'd managed to kill many of the slavers, but not nearly as many as Snipes had. "Good shooting." He reloaded his sniper. He scanned the area for survivors, or anypony who was foolish enough to try and play possum. "How'd my test go?"
(That rhymed ) Crimson looked out the window to try and identify The Commandos. There was somepony that he hasn't seen before, a new sniper on his perch about half a mile away. Nopony but him could tell that a sniper was near, or even see one at that distance with perfect clarity. He could literally see in the dark perfectly like it was a second daytime. He noticed The Commandos coming closer to their hideout, slightly amazed by his graveyard of corpses but also unknown who exactly took out the other 98% of the battle. They will find out soon enough....
Timestopper and Tyler came up to a battlefield "get behind me" Timestopper took the 2 shields that were on his back and put them on his forelegs
Rosenburg bowed his head. "I'm sorry. It must be hard to-" He was cut off by more hissing and a thud, followed by some wretching and coughing noises. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that another pod had just opened. But that couldn't be right, could it? He'd only opened the first stasis pod, not....well, the technology was ancient. Maybe it activated all of the active pods when he'd used the terminal. A voice from around the corner called out faintly "Wha-what's happening? What year is it?" His mind made up, Rosenburg looked back to Bryz. "Follow me," he whispered. "I think there may be another pony here, maybe your friend. Either way, we need to check this out." He turned round and started walking slowly towards the source of the voice.
"Hello!?" Looking around the area, she saw nopony. She was alone? Perhaps her activation was accidental? She looked around the room to see if there were any other pods with ponies in. She saw an open pod. Had the others left without her? Maybe they felt that she was of no use to them during their operation? As she looked around the room, she became aware of some muttering, and then hoofsteps from around a corner, echoing through the vault. Somepony was coming close... Perhaps the others hadn't left after all... Haze picked up the nearest object she could find, which happened to be an iron pipe, about 30 Centimetres long, and hid it behind her back. Just in case whatever was coming around the corner wasn't what she was hoping for.
Rosenburg paused at the sound of metal dragging across the floor, followed by silence. Was this a good idea? He shook his head, realising that he didn't have choice anyway, and took the final steps round the corner.
Haze watched as a long shadow stretched across the floor ahead of her. Her grip tightened around the cold metal as she waited for the figure to finally emerge. Finally, a stallion turned the corner, and he seemed less than Hostile- she let out a sigh of relief and loosened her grip on the post a little. The post slid out her hoof and hit the floor with a loud clang, startling her a little. "Oh...T-thank Celestia... "
"TIMESTOPPER WHATS GOING ON?!" Tyler screamed in fear at Timestopper (I hope you u nderstand im not trying to rush you my OC is just really nervous)
