My Little Airman pt 17 The Guns of Navarone

Part 17 The Gun of Navarone

 

>Black nothingness

>Oh hey, I've been here a few times, I should get a time-share here

>"Funny"

>Oh shit

>"Keep up the good work"

 

>You wake up

>Huh?

>That's it?

>It's almost as if somebody's trying to get one of your precious fucks

>You check your inventory and find 2 fucks left

>Ever since you came to Equestria, you had been cut off from your supply of fucks and had to ration them out

>Let's see... who's had a fuck?

>The timberwolves, the diamond dogs, and the griffons

>Yeah, sounds about right

>You deny your dreamworld a fuck

>At least it's better than the nightmares that had been haunting you

>You notice a slight headache

>And that your body is in great pain

>Still not over those 25 days in hell

>And you have to plan the counter-attack

>Check your watch

>0437

>It's way too early for this shit

>Get up regardless

>Shower, shave, teeth... Morning routine

>Head over to the medical facility

>Only a couple of nurses on duty

Excuse me, but I've got some extreme pain all over my body...can I get something for it?

>"Ok Anonymous, we'll get you some pills"

I actually liked the stuff I got yesterday, the stuff in the syringes. May I get a couple more of those?

>She looks at the other nurse

>Look of disapproval

>"I'm sorry, but we can't really give those out. We weren't supposed to do that yesterday."

>You put on your sad puppy look

Can you administer a shot then? I'm really in a lot of pain here, and I have a lot to do that I don't think I'll be able to, if I don't get a shot.

>Concerned look

>Fuck. Why do they always do that?

>"Ok, please follow me."

>That's more like it

Thank you

>Follow her down a hallway

>"Wait here."

>You do, but watch carefully as she turns the corner

>She goes into a room

>A couple minutes later, walks out with a syringe

>You hide your eagerness behind a face of pain

>"Please lower your...trousers."

>Blush

But nurse, I barely know you

>That made her blush even more

Hahaha just a joke.

>She seems much more relaxed as you lower your trousers

>You always hated getting shots in the ass

>Somehow, your ass was much, MUCH more sensitive to needles than your arm

>Maybe it was because you couldn't easily watch the needle go in

>Just gotta relax and think about something else-

>GODDAMNITBITCHTITSCOCKMONGLER

>And then... bliss

>You gotta get your hand on some of that shit

Thanks, nurse. Feeling a lot better now

>She smiles. "Please don't make this a habit."

I won't.

>You wink at her, and leave a somewhat stunned nurse

>You didn't like to play the pity card. You really didn't. It reminded you of manipulation, which you guess is essentially what it is. And you hate that. Especially after having been-

>Quit it.

>But there will be no need to do that again. After all, you now know where the stuff is.

>Time check

>0445

>Might as well head to the planning room

>You look up at the moon and-

>Is that Princess Luna up there? What's she doing?

>Watching her move the stars, you freak out

>Now you're running to the room

>And arrive out of breath

>There's already a light on

>"PT this morning, Anon?"

>You look and see Shining Armor sitting at the table.

>He doesn't look like he had a good night, and you can't blame him.

Princess...Luna! Stars..MOVING...She...Magic?

>"What's odd about Princess Luna doing her job?"

Her JOB????

>"Yeah, she rises the moon and rearanges the stars, just like Princess Celestia raises the sun."

>You fall to your knees

>Mentally: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PHYSICS WHATTTTT? GAME OVER MAN! GAME FUCKING OVER! FORGET PHSYICS THAT SHIT DON'T FLY HERE

>"Are you ok Anon?"

No, not really. My world was just flipped tunred upside down. I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, and I'll tell you how shit rolls in my wor-

>You feel like you just got punched in the back of the skull

>Falling forward, you hit the ground

>Sorry brain, I snapped there for a second

>I noticed. You didn't break this much when you found out about magic. Honestly, you shouldn't be upset

>But I am. I thought physics were a constant thing

>Nope. Just shut the fuck up

>"What's wrong?"

Nothing, just my mind is punishing me.

>"You know, we could take a day off, if you need to gather yourself..."

I'm fine now. Thanks though. What's the plan?

>"I'm sorry, I don't know."

Ok. What are the mission requirements?

>"We need to end this conflict quickly and decisively in favor of Equestria. We need to send a message that Equestria can hold it's own, and lastly, we need to do this in as few casualties as possible."

I think I've got something, but I don't know how willing you'd be to enact it with that last requirement.

>"Just tell me what you got."

I'm thinking this. We counter-attack by capturing Griffdon.

>"Are you crazy?"

Think about it. If we capture it, the war is over, and we can negotiate the peace treaty on favorable terms. And we show that we aren't to be fucked with.

>"No, I mean, how are we going to do it?"

>Ah, he'll make a good captain in a few years, when he has more experience

I'm willing to bet that the griffons will fight claw and too..er beak to defend their capital, especially if I'm there. They will not run away, because they don't have a choice. I'm willing to bet that they'll have heavy defenses around their castle, which is what we want to take."

>"Yes, so how will we take the castle?"

I'm getting there Shining Armor. I will bomb the buildings around the castle, and their shit will be rocked. They'll come after me.

>"Bomb?"

>Oh yeah, they don't have those here

You'll see. Are you willing to have a higher rate of casualties among their personnel?

>He sighs. He doesn't like that question

>"I don't like this. I don't want anyone to die."

Captain, the griffons have already declared their intentions. If you let them, they will kill innocent mares and fillies. They'll kill colts and stallions. They'll kill ponies that are totally uninvolved with this conflict. Sir, I believe we're more than justified in doing whatever it takes to end this quickly."

>He thinks hard. Looks painful, since he also looks like he has a hangover rivaling the worst one you ever had, back in Germany, the first taste of German beer still on-

>Focus

>"I guess we don't have any choice. Continue"

When they come after me, I'll lead them to an open field, where I want all of our personnel there with crossbows. All except the Unicorns. Again, I want all Unicorns casting spells of their specialty. I don't see us killing every griffon here, just a good chunk. They'll be demoralised, and then I after the volley of bolts, I want the earth stallions storming the castle with spears in hand. I want them to take prisoners, because there will likely be valuable politicians there. We can't negotiate with dead politicians. The pegasi and unicorns, and I as well, will provide close air support while the earth stallions charge the castle. How does that sound?

>He takes a few minutes to consider it

>"I don't see anything wrong with this plan. However... Please try not to kill unnecessarily"

Understood.

>"I'll move everyone about 10 miles south of Griffdon today. What time tomorrow do you expect to attack?"

I think we'd be best to attack at 0600. There's a good chance we'll catch them by surprise, especially since that's approximately a half hour before most griffons wake up.

>"So, how do you know that?"

>You have a mini-flashback to the 25 days you were tortured.

>You start to convulse

>You somehow force yourself to stop

That's the time I heard them get up. And the night guards were always tired by then. They got relieved a few minutes after the rest of the griffons woke up.

>"Sorry to bring that up."

No, that's good. You want to verify everything, sign of a good officer. Anyways, we need to start working ASAP if this is going to work.

>"You're right. Let's get going. What will this operation be called?"

>Hmmm

I'm calling it Operation: Guns of Navarone.

>Why?

>Because I like that movie, and it's similar in that I'm going to blow shit up

>You're stretching it Anon

>Well, I'm allowed to take civil liberties, especially here, aren't I, brain?

>Sigh. Fine.

>Thanks

One more thing. Can you get Twilight over here?

>"I'm sure I can, but why?"

I need to fix my jet, and she's the only one I trust to help.

>"Ok, I'll have her flown in here."

One more thing. Talk to her. Does she even know about the wedding?

>"No, she doesn't. But I'm far too busy to-"

Are you listening to yourself? You're the most important person in her life, and you're not going to tell her because you can't take five minutes to write a letter?

>He laughs. "Don't worry, she's going to get an invitation soon."

>Sigh

Don't blame me if she gets angry at you

>You turn to leave

>"Alright, but just for your information, I'm not the most important person in her life anymore."

>He gives a small chuckle

>Turn your head and raise an eyebrow

>He looks at you, giving you a "You should be able to solve this equation" look

Whatever

>You leave

>The sun is up

>Time check

>0642

>Grab a quick breakfast. Oh shit, eggs.

>You missed protein

>You consumed them in record time

>Going back to your jet

>You really should put it in some sort of hangar

>Nah brain, it's cool. Magic keeps it flying.

>Ok, now you're pissing me off

>Doesn't feel good, does it?

>Don't you have something to do?

>Oh yeah...

>You inspect the F-22's body

>Shit.

>That bitch really did fuck the frame up

>In fact, you're surprised you could fly it back as well as you did

>135 bullets left

>Well, shit

>Still have those SDBs...somewhere around here

>Ah, yeah, that's right. They're in storage...

>You need to keep a better inventory of your weapons. Especially those SDBs. They're nothing to fuck with

>And the paint... GOD DAMN THAT BITCH

>She fucked up the wing's paint

>You get an idea, and start repainting the wing

>4 hours later...

>Twilight Sparkle shows up

>"Hey Anon!"

>Good thing you were just about done

Hey Twilight. What's...going on?

>You had learned to stop saying "what's up," but it still was your go-to greeting

>"I could ask you that...So what's the damage?"

Pretty heavy stuff. There's damage to the frame, I'm almost out of fuel, and that Gilda RUINED my perfect tigerstripe paint scheme. Good thing that I thought of something else though...

>"So Anon, are you feeling ok?"

>God damn. Why is everybody asking that?

Yeah, I'm fine. What about yourself?

>"I'm ok. I just wanted to say, thank you for yesterday."

Huh?

>"I was surrounded by griffons yesterday...I didn't think I'd...And then you showed up in this."

Oh, that. Think nothing of it.

>"Is there anyway I can repay you?"

>She has a weird look on her face

>She looks like she's trying to make a face, but doesn't know how to pull it off

>You think about it

Hey, it's Wednesday, right?

>"Yeah, why?"

How about we go drinking this Friday?

>Her eyes widen

>"Uh...Ye...Ye..Su..Sure."

>What's that about?

Alright, cool.

>She's still in awe about something. Maybe she's never gone drinking?

>You can't really imagine anyone, even her friends, taking her out to drink...

>That's gotta be it.

>You get an idea

>But for now, work.

Alright, you know what to do, right? Right?

>She was in her own world

>God damnit GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME

>You snap a couple of times

Twilight, Equestria to Twilight do you copy?

>"Oh? Oh yeah! I know what to do!"

>Her horn immediately glows, and that familiar purple aura surrounds your jet

>You can hear the wings get realigned

>It's not a pleasant sound, but it needs to be done

>You really should get a hangar for this. Maybe after this conflict....

One more thing. Please bring out the SDBs. This time, I'm using them.

>"Ok..."

>She magics them close to the jet

>You assumed they were still in this realm, but she pretty much just made a wormhole for them to come

 

>Several hours later

>Twilight left a little while ago, saying something about research

>She left with a smile

>You just finished up painting the wing

>That's more like it

>That'll rustle some jimmies

>And you had one hell of a time loading the SDBs

>Good thing Twilight had been around to help you load them

>Time hack: 1824

>Time for bed

>First, an uneventful dinner of salad

>Fucking A, you're a soldier, you need to be fed right

>Bed. Sweet bed.

>Out like a light.

 

>Wake up in a cold sweat

>Fucking nightmares

>Tonight... Fuck

>That face man, that face!

>It had the body of a pony, but that face was unreal

>That face doesn't belong to anything you'd ever seen

>But it's slowly fading out of your mind

>Time?

>Too early; the sun is still down

>Check anyways

>0347

>As good a time as any to get up

>Morning routine

>Shit you just CANNOT wake up

>You walk a bit faster to induce the pain you've had since coming back

>Still not enough to wake you up

>Well, let's try to take care of that pain problem

>Walk over to the medical facility

>One nurse this time. You don't recognize her

>Good. Should mean she doesn't know you

>Still, she might have gotten directions to not give you anything, so let's Snake this shit

>Ah, good, she's dozing

>Must have come onto the night shift tonight

>You sneak your way to the hallway

>Open the door

>Well, they're awefully trusting

>Inside... you're just in an examining room

>Check the cupboards

>Jackpot

>There's that stuff everywhere, plus things you've never seen or heard of

>Pick up four syringes of that morphine

>A syringe falls out

>You closely look at it

>Adrenaline

>Fuck. Yes.

>You look, and find a bunch more syringes of adrenaline

>You take three more

>Four shots of morphine and four shots of adrenaline

>Just gotta get through today

>And maybe tomorrow. Hopefully you can rest tomorrow

>Try to sneak out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P5qbcRAXVk

>"Anon? What are you doing?"

>So she had been told about you

>Good thing you had the syringes in your pocket

I was checking on a good friend. I just wanted to see her before I left today, but I saw she was sleeping, so I left.

>"What was her name?"

>Fuck. This will be a long shot

Clover

>She checks a clipboard

>"Yeah, Clover should be asleep at this time. Sorry she wasn't available for you."

>Holy shit.

>You're never going to be lucky like this again

>"Is there anything you wanted me to tell her when she's up?"

No, that's ok. I'll send her a letter when I'm done settling in where I've moved. She'll understand. Goodbye.

>"Have a good day."

>With luck, you will

>Go back into your room and sit against the wall

>Take a shot of morphine

>Feeeeels soooo goooood man

>You take out a C-Note and light up

>The sweet taste of cancer

>You grow more tired...

>You punch yourself. You have to stay awake, or the mission will fail

>You finish your C-Note, and feel even more tired.

>Taking out a shot of adrenaline, you stick yourself with it

>Instantly you're alert and on your toes

>That did it.

>Hey, brain, should I be concerned that I'm stealing drugs from a hospital?

>Nah man, you're still injured, and they're not giving you anything

>What about that adrenaline?

>You just needed a little pick-me-up

>Oh, ok

>You head to the cafeteria, and notice no one there

>Just as well. That food was going to slow you down, and you really weren't that hungry this early

>Going outside, you look up at the night sky

>Princess Luna is there, rearranging the stars again

>She notices you this time

>You wave. Oh, hai there

>She waves back

>Suddenly she comes down

>"We haven't seen thee oft enough. How goeth your time in Equestria?"

>Oh shit Olde English

>Quick salute

I'm fine, thank you for asking. I like it here a lot more than my homeworld.

>"How dost thine world fare?"

Not well. For example, the night here is much lovelier than on earth.

>She blushes. "I've never had anypony compliment me on my night."

>That got her to stop

Well, I am by nature a night person. The night always facinated me, even as a kid. In fact, I don't like how my body wants me to sleep during the hours of darkness.

>"Is that because of your nightmares?"

>Back up. What?

"How'd you know about my nightmares?"

>She looks you in the eye. "I can sometimes see the dreams of my subjects. Yours have been...troubling to me. They're..."

Yeah, I know.

>You suddenly don't like where this conversation might go.

>"Do you want to talk about it?"

>And there it is. Why can't any pony just leave you alone? Sometimes a man just has to be left with his own thoughts

Not right now, if that's alright Princess Luna. I have to prepare for Operation: Guns of Navarone

>"Oh, ok. Good luck, Anon!"

Thanks Princess Luna.

>With that, you get into your F-22

>Jesus that was terrible

>You don't want to EVER talk to her about your dreams

>You start up your jet

>Still dark, so you're going to rely on your instruments more than ever

>It's still a bit early, but better to be early than to be late, and you sure as hell aren't going to stick around to talk to Luna

>You take off

>You're getting pretty good at taking off without a proper runway

>Reaching proper altitude and the correct direction, you sit back and put on autopilot

>Let's review the weapon system

>480 bullets for the Vulcan

>8 Small Diameter Bombs. Without a GPS, they were essentially dumb bombs, but that's good enough for now

>No personal weapon if you had to eject

>Only personal item is that music player

>Well, that's that

>Full tank of fuel, and a fixed airframe. Thank Celestia for magic

>Around 45 minutes later, you nearly reach the area

>Looking down, you see shadowy figures on the ground

>Good to know that the Guards are all in position

>Take autopilot off, and seconds later, you find Griffdon under you

>Seeing a couple of flying shadows, you can only assume they're the guards at the entrance to the city

>They can try to keep up with you, but you know they pose no threat

>What appropriate song can you blast on the city?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyWJCd1GYhw&feature=related

>You see some lights come on in the city

>Good. Now you can see the castle a bit better

>And the sun is starting to come up

>Is it that time already, or did Celestia have the forethought to consider you might need some light?

>You can't answer, but you see several compounds around the castle looking like barraks

>Target acquired

>You drop a dumb SDB onto a barrak

>You climb in altitude and flip yourself just in time to see the explosion

>It was small, but apparently was strong enough to collapse the building.

>Suddenly, griffons are pouring out of the barraks

>All but the one you just bombed

>It's like you just hit a hornet's nest with a baseball bat

>They start flying, not knowing what just happened

>So you bomb another (assumed empty) barrak

>Oh they did not like that at all

>Now they all start to zerg rush you

WIN OR DIE MOTHERFUCKERS

>Your old squadron's motto

>You fly into them, and they avoid hitting you, almost like they're smart

>Spotting what appears to be two bunkers, you unleash two more bombs

>Damn, these buildings were not designed to take an explosion

>Then again, this world apparently hadn't used bombs for war

>That might change, thanks to you

>You take a look behind you

>JESUS that's a lot of griffons

>It appeared the whole of the griffon military was on you now

>Weird how they'd all be centralized...

>Did they anticipate this?

>Doesn't matter now, there's no way they could prepare for your plan

>You turn and flash your left wing's new artwork

>A Spartan with his shield and spear taking an attacking pose

>Speaking the words of your tattoo: With your shield or on it

>They apparently don't like it, not one bit

>Well, fuck them

>You let them follow you close enough that they think they could get you, but far enough way you're just out of their reach

>Leading them to the ambush is too easy

>Apparently, they couldn't figure it out, and didn't expect this attack

>That, or logical thinking first thing in the morning just didn't exist for griffons

>You speed up, getting out of range quite easily

>The griffons, not so much

>You go vertical and watch the griffons get caught up in the crossbow attack

>Completely unprepared for it, many of their number go down, but still most remain

>Come on, reload RELOAD GUYS

>Second volley

>More go down this time than in the first volley, but there's still several hundred in the air

>You go horizontal and perform a quick Split S

>You fire into the crowd of stunned griffons and even more go down

>It's like shooting fish in a barrel

>You thought after having been massacred by being grouped together, they'd learn their lesson, but no

>Whatever, just makes your job easier

>You keep firing, and see a bright light under you

>The earth stallions are gone, and so are the unicorns

>The only ones that remain are the pegasi that are now starting to fly as they fire

>So, they're trained well... At least they've got that going for them

>Less than half remain now, and they've now just decided to start fighting

>You don't see them having crossbows this time though...

>Hahaha claw-to-hoof combat

>You turn again, and continue to fire into the griffon crowd for the last time

>It appears only 30% of the original force remains

>You entrust the rest to the pegasi, since they're now on equal footing...as far as numbers go

>You're back in the city, and you hear a voice in your head

>"Anon, can you land?"

Sure, but why?

>"We didn't plan for this, how do we react?"

Calm down Captain, what's going on?

>"It appears... the king of the Griffon Kingdom was overthrown, and so was his peaceful government. The government has been held prisoner, and they're saying a griffon named Gilda led the coup. What do we do?

I'll be right down. How many prisoners do you have?

>"We have five griffon guards, but they refuse to talk."

Let me handle it

>You find a small runway near the castle, and land rather well

>Shining Armor is waiting for you, with a griffon guard tied up

>You feel the adrenaline kick up as you recognize this guard

Alright you fucker, remember me?

>His eyes give him away. Of course he remembers you, and he's clearly surprised to see that it was you flying that death machine

Where the fuck is Gilda?

>He still refuses to speak

>Impatient, you take on of his talons, and snap it

>He screams

>Shining Armor looks in repulse

Tell me now, or another one goes.

>"Anon! Don't do this!"

>You grab another talon

Well?

>Still in shock, the griffon can't answer you

>You snap that one too

>A bloodcurling shriek erupts from him

>"What are you doing Anon?!"

>You ignore

If I run out of talons, I'm moving to your neck. WHERE is Gilda?

>"She's in the dungeon! Now leave me alone!"

>He's reduced to crying

>You knock him out

>Amid Shining Armor's complaints, you take a bit of rope and run off to the dungeon that you called home for 25 days too long

>While you run, you can't help but feel the morphine wear off

>Without a second thought, you get another syringe and administer yourself while you're running

>Luckily, you didn't trip, or that would've been devestating

>It takes you less than five minutes to get there

>Stallions are everywhere, most evacuating tied-up griffons

>Some were guards, others looked... well they didn't look military

>You kick in the dungeon door, and find Gilda

>"You know, I was wondering when you'd find me"

Shut up. You know why I'm here.

>"And you know you can't beat me. I kept you here for 25 days."

You just don't know when to stop talking

>You sprint to her and throw a punch

>She grabs your hand and easily stops you

>She tries to punch your face

>You grab it and pull her closer

>You headbutt into her forehead

>She wasn't expecting that

>She's stunned only for a split second, and she throws you against the wall

>OW! BITCH!

>You get up and see her flying toward you

>Two options: Step away and let her run into the wall, or try to shoryuken her

>You pick the latter

>At the last moment, you crouch and uppercut her, catching her way off guard

>She's on the ground..and almost immediately back up

>Well, shit

>She grabs you

>You grab her

>You don't like to wrestle

>But you give your all to get out of her reach

>You struggle your way behind her and get her in a sleeper hold

>Nope

>She falls right on you, forcing you to release her

>She starts punching your head into the floor

>Oh GOD the pain!

>She moves onto your stomach

>OH GOD NOT THE CLAWS

>That's when you feel a wet spot on the top of your flight suit, and the liquid seeping into your wounds

>ohgodODFDFDKLFHNSDNSDKJFh

>You overpower her, and take her to the ground

>You flip her so you're on her back

>She tries to fly, but you quickly grab her wings and break them

>Shrieks nearly peirce your eardrums

>You break her right arm

>Now, that shriek could break glass

>With little time, you take the rope and tie her arms together

>You flip her over

>"Aren't you going to kill me?"

>The gall she still has!

>You look around for something to drop on her face

>You notice that you're now tired, and don't feel well. You might pass out anytime now, but you must finish the job...

>Shining Armor busts into the room

>"Anon!"

>He'll finish up here...

>You point to her and go to your knees

>"Don't worry Anon, you'll get medical help ASAP!"

But Gilda...

>"She's not going anywhere, not just relax!"

Relax? I'm gonna-

>You pass out