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InnaEquestria Razorback Origins

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  1. InnaEquestria - Razorback Company
  2. Histories
  3. ----------
  4. >a match lit up and was flicked onto the pinewood and started burning as bright as a star.
  5. >but not as bright as the moon above...
  6. >it was a sleepy night back in PonyVille, where all the ponies, warmed up in their soft, cushy beds and covered with their easy-folding blankets are sleeping soundly.
  7. >Well, not everyone is having the same night.
  8. >The comrades of the RazorBack Company are just having their fun of their own
  9. >they laughed at their flaws, clinking with their beer bottle, drunk as Berry Punch could ever be
  10. >they say around the campfire and started telling their own stories of having over-the-top victories and bitter defeats...
  11. >but what about their origins? Violin thought to himself
  12. "What did you guys do before coming to Equestria?"
  13. >And here comes the epic tale of how the comrades' lives were....
  14. -------------
  15. Filth
  16. >Iraq
  17. >Assault/Ambush
  18. >Born in Iraq
  19. >Part of the freedom fighters
  20. >Involved with multiple missions of mortaring american bases and just in general resisting any united nations presence.
  21. >Be 20
  22. >It is now 2004
  23. >On a mission to destroy any UN proximity somewhere on the Iraq border.
  24. >Begins mortaring at the apparent location of the enemy
  25. >After sending round after round is eventually spotted by a UAV
  26. >Sees a bright flash and a large metal object approach from the sky
  27. >Allah akbar
  28. >Finds himself in a magical land with ponies and shit
  29. -------------
  30. >the whole squad became quiet...
  31. "So you love explosives?" SapperJ asked.
  32. >Filth nodded
  33. "I love you." SapperJ hugs him tight
  34. >I rolled my eyes away and asked anyone else that wanted to tell a tale.
  35. -------------
  36. Ghost
  37. I was in the SAS, British Special Forces. I was like any other there, but a day came when I got a call, from one General Shepherd.
  38. >clenches fists and grumbles under his breath
  39. He was assembling a team of some of the finest soldiers on the planet, known as Task Force 141. Man, you wouldn't believe some'a the shit we got up to. The main purpose of this was to take down a Russian Ultranationalist terrorist responsible for tricking the entire of Russia into war with the US by means of a massacre of their own people.
  40. For the most part, it was me, Roach, Price and Soap against the world. Before long, that became true.
  41. Me, Roach and a squad of TF 141 soldiers assaulted his safehouse on the Georgia-Russian border, trying to recover a DSM full of sensitive info. We only just made it out of the forest. Roach went down, firing as much as he could at the tangos just pouring out of the trees. The whole thing's still fresh in my memory...
  42. >shells falling left, right and center, dirt flying everywhere
  43. "I've got you Roach, hang on!"
  44. >throws a handful of markers into the forest
  45. "Thunder 2-1, I've popped red smoke in the treeline, prepare to engage on my mark!"
  46. >"Roger that, I have a visual on the red smoke. Standing by."
  47. >Roach's hands find an AK, keeps fighting, the tough sod
  48. "Thunder 2-1, cleared hot!"
  49. >"Roger that, cleared hot."
  50. >Little Bird hovers low, miniguns in full spin, pumping round after round after round into the trees.
  51. >Roach is fading
  52. "Roach, hang in there!!"
  53. >Roach blacks out
  54. "Come on, get up!!!"
  55. >I help him to his feet, as consciousness returns
  56. "Get up, get up, we're almost there!"
  57. >PaveLow lands, hangar door drops down, Shepherd waiting inside. A welcome sight.
  58. >"Cover them, move, move!"
  59. >Soldiers emerge, covering our approach, safety at last!
  60. >"Do you have the DSM?"
  61. "We got it, Sir!"
  62. >"Good. That's one less loose end."
  63. >Shepherd brings out his .44, and Roach falls.
  64. "NO!!!"
  65. >I scramble for my gun as hastily as possible
  66. >I see the flash, hear the bang, but I feel nothing.
  67.  
  68. >Slowly, I open my eyes to find myself in a giant white room.
  69. >Approached by a large, quadrupedal figure, undiscernable as to race or figure, vision still blurry as the adrenaline rushes out of my veins.
  70. >"Welcome, Ghost. I take it I was just in time?"
  71. "..."
  72. "..."
  73. "I nearly 'ad the bastard."
  74.  
  75. And that's how. I got no idea what happened after, or is happening now, seeing as I don't know where, or rather, when we are. I just hope Price and Soap get what needs to be done, done.
  76. Godspeed, you magnificent sods.
  77. -------------
  78. >the whole squad became quiet, just to imagine that scene of betrayal.
  79. -------------
  80. PonyStrangler
  81. >A massive pile of bottles behind the fire sighs and rattles.
  82. "Chased some Saudi pissant with time, money, and way too many friends into a village on the Iraq border. They'd trapped every door, window, and even staircase. At least we had people with wire cutters."
  83. >A grumble about unwarranted self-importance and proof or it didn't happen is made by a couple across the fire.
  84. "Hey, I didn't say we were any GOOD at disarming shit wiseass. Ever heard that phrase, a second too early, a minute too late? It actually means: you know fucked you are but by the time you finish all that's left are stains. And in most cases the ones you couldn't unsee."
  85. >The pile of bottles shakes off revealing a Western man in a black Stetson, slight scarring present around one eye.
  86. "I uh.. kind of made a pseudo-mortar out of taped grenades. Ten minutes later I was flipping off about a thousand real mortars screaming towards me. Then this narwhal-horse thing is telling me that's not very nice and to stop doing cocaine. I don't even KNOW how it knew that, or why."
  87. -------------
  88. >Fix broke the silence by asking me what was my origins.
  89. >I disregarded his question and continue asking for anymore tales.
  90. >Fix pestered as he asks me continuously
  91. >I broke when he found out my journal as he reads it out....
  92. ------------------------
  93. Journal Entry #1
  94. >What was the biggest lie you have ever given to yourself?
  95. >Everyone has to lie to themselves in order to look netter or worse to people
  96. >was it "I love her" or "I trust you"?
  97. >was it "I hate myself" or "I wish I die immediately"
  98. >even if you deceived people, thinking you're better than your corpse-rotting body, spreading lies just to gain the likes, you're wrong
  99. >you will never wash away your past...
  100. >never...
  101. >what was the biggest secret I told myself?
  102. >She didn't die. We didn't bury her...
  103. >I didn't load my chamber back in earth. I didn't shoot myself in the face, only to find out I felt no pain
  104. ...
  105. ------------—-----------
  106. >I, face palming, tell my tale....
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