Title:           Harbinger: Blake 1
Author:          FluffyHarbinger
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First Edit:      Friday 27th of July 2012 04:36:45 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 27th of July 2012 04:36:45 PM CDT

Harbinger: Blake
> You are a quiet guy
> It has been a while since you joined the 7th unit of ENFF
> You prefer to work alone
> But, Drake has you training rookies often
> Fortunately the latest trainee has completed his regiment last month
> His crash course in a major sorties was rough
> He'll learn eventually
> No mercy, no pity, no hesitation
> The best you can do is give the EOS ferals a quick death
> Not all of your team agrees
> But, you don't have to work with Jayce
> Today however your RV is busy
> Five smaller herds eliminated already
> Two large herds are going to collide in a nearby neighborhood
> The assessment unit has them at 150 and 100 fluffies
> Apparently they aren't eliminate on sight, but they need to be broken up
> A unique task
> You have unique skills
> After spending time as a marine sniper in Desertistan you have gained deadly precision
> But, lost an eye in the process
> A dull pain passes over the right side of your scarred face as you remember the event
 
> Desertistan, city of Somewheresia
> An insurgent sniper has your marines pinned down out there
> You scan the buildings and spot the flash of a muzzle
> The wall four inches from your face explodes into dust
> You fire the test shot
> Your spotter calculates the adjustment in a second
> As you line up the second shot you see the flash
> Then you pull the trigger sending hot lead down range
> A fraction of a second too late
> The lens shatters spraying your eye with shrapnel
> Miraculously sparing your life
> Your shooting eye however is taken
> The enemy sniper is not so lucky
> But, your sniping days are over
> Back in the states you receive a heroes welcome
> Medals, gratitude of a nation, interviews, even a Discovery channel special
> Doesn't help that you can no longer fire your rifle
> With the right side of your face destroyed a standard rifle is unusable
> After hundreds of hours of practice you are able to fire left handed
> Being ambidextrous helps, but it's different
> Even with training you are unable to return to battle
> The only place you feel home
 
> You first dominate the range
> Then the predators in the States, Canada, Mexico
> Out to Africa, South America, Far East, Australia
> You traveled the world hunting and living it up
> But, the money runs out
> Government covers living expenses, and the TV deals last for a while
> But, world hopping isn't cheap
> And you are now practically living on the streets
> Aside from your custom rifle and some remaining rounds you're destitute
> You can't believe a month ago you were in the outback fighting off snakes and wild dogs
> Now the US government has need of your skills again
> Unfortunately it's not the work you had in mind
> The job is humiliating
> The best training the US government can buy and years of hunting experience
> All to cull fluffy pony herds
> Where did you go so wrong?
> Well, not much that can be done about it you need the money
 
> Your RV moves out radio squawking
> "ENFF-E7 2, ENFF-E7 2 you are to head to Snores town. Two herds are converging they are DOS. If unable EOS."
"Roger E7 control I'm on my way"
> DOS disperse on sight
> A difficult job, if you make even one mistake the herd could become unstable and require extermination
> It requires finesse to split up a herd without making it hunker down
> And, a .308 rifle is the perfect precision tool for the job
> The herds are each run by a smarty friend and without them they often break up
> But, a herd can be rallied by a new smarty if proper fear isn't instilled
> They need to scatter not hunker
> If they see you they face you, and you have to wipe them out
> You arrive at the neighborhood in question and immediately see signs of fluffy infestation
> Corpses in garbage cans, some knocked over trash spread with crying bloated fluffies munching on the garbage
> "Why fwuffy bwoffa big? Nuu mommah! Tummie huwty, I eat nummies tummy nuu huwty..."
> They will need to be properly disposed of if a fire hazard is to be avoided
> The fluffy judgment squad has pioneered the study and removal of gassed fluffies
> Nasty side effects of methane overload in the body
> Can't shit, can't stop eating due to stomach pains thinking they are hungry, they bloat and bacteria in their bodies swell the ponies to dam size
> If they don't die from internal injuries they could be killed in fire and explode into flames
> Fires spread easily
> They will need collars