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InnaEquestria: Operators and their Histories

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InnaEquestria - Razorback Company
Histories
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>a match lit up and was flicked onto the pinewood and started burning as bright as a star.
>but not as bright as the moon above...
>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.
>Well, not everyone is having the same night.
>The comrades of the RazorBack Company are just having their fun of their own
>they laughed at their flaws, clinking with their beer bottle, drunk as Berry Punch could ever be
>they say around the campfire and started telling their own stories of having over-the-top victories and bitter defeats...
>but what about their origins? Violin thought to himself
"What did you guys do before coming to Equestria?"
>And here comes the epic tale of how the comrades' lives were....
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Filth
>Iraq
>Assault/Ambush
>Born in Iraq
>Part of the freedom fighters
>Involved with multiple missions of mortaring american bases and just in general resisting any united nations presence.
>Be 20
>It is now 2004
>On a mission to destroy any UN proximity somewhere on the Iraq border.
>Begins mortaring at the apparent location of the enemy
>After sending round after round is eventually spotted by a UAV
>Sees a bright flash and a large metal object approach from the sky
>Allah akbar
>Finds himself in a magical land with ponies and shit
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>the whole squad became quiet...
"So you love explosives?" SapperJ asked.
>Filth nodded
"I love you." SapperJ hugs him tight
>I rolled my eyes away and asked anyone else that wanted to tell a tale.
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Ghost
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.
>clenches fists and grumbles under his breath
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.
For the most part, it was me, Roach, Price and Soap against the world. Before long, that became true.
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...
>shells falling left, right and center, dirt flying everywhere
"I've got you Roach, hang on!"
>throws a handful of markers into the forest
"Thunder 2-1, I've popped red smoke in the treeline, prepare to engage on my mark!"
>"Roger that, I have a visual on the red smoke. Standing by."
>Roach's hands find an AK, keeps fighting, the tough sod
"Thunder 2-1, cleared hot!"
>"Roger that, cleared hot."
>Little Bird hovers low, miniguns in full spin, pumping round after round after round into the trees.
>Roach is fading
"Roach, hang in there!!"
>Roach blacks out
"Come on, get up!!!"
>I help him to his feet, as consciousness returns
"Get up, get up, we're almost there!"
>PaveLow lands, hangar door drops down, Shepherd waiting inside. A welcome sight.
>"Cover them, move, move!"
>Soldiers emerge, covering our approach, safety at last!
>"Do you have the DSM?"
"We got it, Sir!"
>"Good. That's one less loose end."
>Shepherd brings out his .44, and Roach falls.
"NO!!!"
>I scramble for my gun as hastily as possible
>I see the flash, hear the bang, but I feel nothing.
>Slowly, I open my eyes to find myself in a giant white room.
>Approached by a large, quadrupedal figure, undiscernable as to race or figure, vision still blurry as the adrenaline rushes out of my veins.
>"Welcome, Ghost. I take it I was just in time?"
"..."
"..."
"I nearly 'ad the bastard."
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.
Godspeed, you magnificent sods.
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>the whole squad became quiet, just to imagine that scene of betrayal.
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PonyStrangler
>American
>Close Combat/Ambush
>Joined JTF night operations unit
>Specialized in close combat and ambush actions
>Sent to Iraq border in 04 after several VIP's
>Ended up being sold out by navy politics goon
>Entire town used as a choke point
>Started losing it due to inability to strike back during the day, begins experimenting with explosives
>Discovers the right mix to propel grenades via old mortar tube, tape, and small charges
>Becomes target of actual mortars
>Before impact raises middle finger
>After/inbetween/during/somehow ends up giving middle finger to big ass talking narwhal-tiny horse thing
>Doesn't get killed and vows to stay away from cocaine as long as alcohol and possibility of combat, getting paid, or ponies that do not serve hay
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>Fix broke the silence by asking me what was my origins.
>I disregarded his question and continue asking for anymore tales.
>Fix pestered as he asks me continuously
>I broke when he found out my journal as he reads it out....
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Journal Entry #1
>What was the biggest lie you have ever given to yourself?
>Everyone has to lie to themselves in order to look netter or worse to people
>was it "I love her" or "I trust you"?
>was it "I hate myself" or "I wish I die immediately"
>even if you deceived people, thinking you're better than your corpse-rotting body, spreading lies just to gain the likes, you're wrong
>you will never wash away your past...
>never...
>what was the biggest secret I told myself?
>She didn't die. We didn't bury her...
>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
...
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>I, face palming, tell my tale....
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>Corporal RainbowWarrior
>Nationality: American
>2014
>Field Medic in NATO regiment, stationed outside Kunduz, Afghanistan
>Doing Rounds on wounded soldiers, inflicted from a rockslide while on a recon mission.
>I hear some distant rumbling
BOOM
>A Howitzer shell hits a row of Humvees
BOOM
>At this point, soldiers are scattered everywhere
>Another shell hits our mess hall (Damn it it was Taco Night!)
BOOM
>I see soldiers left and right dying from the sheer impact and blasts.
>Shit the Med tent.
>I see Private Wheeler, with a broken leg stranded in his tent.
>A good solider never leaves a man behind
>Fireman's carry him to nearest chopper, and they take him away.
>"Rainbow! All full here! find another way out!"
>Just as they pull up, I hear another shell whistling through the air.
>I look up to see a 105 mm headed right for me.
>Everything turns white.
>I see some sort of Angel in front of me.
>No.....It's a white unicorn with angel wings.
>"I am Princess Celestia....here to give you, Rainbow Warrior another chance at life. Your courage and compassion will reward you greatly. Do you accept?"
>YES!
>I wake up to see a small group of soldiers around me inside some royal throne room.
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>Canada
>Combat Engineer (DGE Op?)
>Born in Canada
>Joined the Canadian Forces right out of highschool because of Afghanistan
>On second tour as a combat engineer
>Driving to just outside Kandahar City for the infantry who found a possible IED
>Set up perimeter as per normal
>I draw the short straw for checking it out and "defusing" it
>Demon suit goes on
>Standing right on top of the thing, placing my charge to detonate it
>Notice the command wire sticking out of the dirt nearby
>Well fuck
>Huge explosion, everything goes black
>Wake up in a hospital surrounded by pastel ponies
>Oh my god, 4chan was right all along
>Celestia approaches and gives me the low down, offers me my kit back minus the EOD suit
>Accept
>Pray that Bon Bon is just Lyra's friend
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Leatherhoff
>Sergeant Leatherhoff
>Nationality: American
>Late 2013
>Member of USMC Anglico, rigorous training paid off well
>Stationed in Kandahar, Afghanistan
>Squad and I were watching a weapons smuggling operation from afar, on the roof of a small building
>Two cars pull up to each other in the middle of a road
>Two guys dressed in trench coats get out of their cars
>One guy opens his trunk, it's full of suitcases of cash
>Second one opens his, full of AKs and other assorted rifles
>Squad captain decides it's time to cancel the operation
>Calls in CAS (close air support), as we werent far from the targets
>Before he could finish the request, an RPG hit the front side of the building and militants start opening fire on us
>We get behind cover and request an EVAC, because there were alot of those fuckers
>One by one, my squadmates start running low on ammo
>Spot 3 RPGs on other rooftops
>They start aiming for the base of our building, trying to take the building out
>Squad leader gets hit in the shoulder, all of a sudden start to hear a loud crumbling of sorts
>Building collapses, I fall to the ground along with my teammates who were lucky enough to survive
>Barely awake, look up and see a giant stone slab about to fall on me
>Close my eyes, ready for death, but it doesn't come
>Open eyes, see that I'm in a palace or some shit
>"Welcome home, Leatherhoff."
>Princess fucking Celestia
>Turn around, see other soldiers in the same room
And that's how I'm here now.
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Mr. McSisterfister
>The year is 2030
>The UN invaded the United States in order to quell what it says is a civil war
>I, as well as a few other /k/ommandos, have been hunting blue hats for the better part of 5 years
>We have walls of blue helmets lining the walls of our Detroit stronghold
>One fateful day we are bringing back more helmets
>I trip and accidentally knock Ivan's Vodka out of his had
>The bottle falls to the earth and shatters
>Both he and I stare at the bottle for a second
>Ivan then shouts something unintelligible before raising his Obrez at me
>The ensuing Fireball completely atomizes my body
>I awake to see a white horse with a horn and wings promising me monstrous amounts of pussy just for killing dogs
>Done
>I'm suddenly in a room with other fuckers
>That one with the skull mask has a British patch on his shoulder
>I don't like britbongs
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HollowCase
>You felt a lot heavier all of a sudden!
>You found yourself holding your big machinegun, with your grenade launcher and your machete dangling from your belt like always.
>How odd!
>You looked around and saw two groups of strangers.
>One was some bewildered looking humans in combat gear who were staring at you funny.
>You checked to make sure you had your mask on.
>You did!
>The other were some weird dog things.
>They were growling at you, and that was mean.
>You gave them a mean look and grabbed your grenade launcher.
>Nobody growls at you!
>You blew them up a bit and shot and stabbed them.
>The humans just stared at you the whole time.
>Most people do that!
>After you finished with the nasty dog things, you walked over to the humans and scribbled in your notebook.
>You couldn't really talk, so this was how you communicated.
>"Where am I, and are you nice people?" you asked them.
>They just looked at you in shock for awhile.
>It must have been the blood, it made people do that.
>They said something about Equestria, and that yes, they were very nice.
>That's good!
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>Name: Jeff
>Mid 30's
>Allegiance: United States
>Multiple-tour veteran in Middle East.
>Combat platoon sergeant.
>Has seen and done in some shit.
>Retired with honorable discharge and several commendations.
>Be out of military for several years.
>Civilian life sucks.
>Hold a security job that is dull as fuck.
>One day in apartment, day off, drinking and watching TV.
>Rolled up letter pops in lap in a puff of sparkles, sealed with a red ribbon.
>Princess Celestia of Equestria wants my help to defend her world against what?
>In exchange for a new life.
>And all he has to do is sign the letter and burn it.
>Why the fuck not.
>Burn letter, get whooshed to magical horse land.
>Get full briefing from Celestia.
>Old loadout is waiting for him.
>Greeted by other comrades.
Jeff is a seasoned leader and a damaged boyscout. Years of incompetent superiors and his experiences in the Middle East have taught him that everything is never cut-and-dry, and will sometimes reflect on these to resolve a situation; hopefully a peaceful one.
He is constantly in conflict with himself as to why he accepted coming to Equestria in the first place. A new life, a chance to do some good for once, or something all together...
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Swe
>2015
>Live in Sweden,join the military after finishing university.
>Get assigned to Livsregementets Husarer as an markstrids officer.
>Winter 2015
>get sent to the northern border for some reason.
>russia wants to be a bitch and invades trough finland.
>me and my platoon gets assigned to defend the town of satter.
>But the fuckers used light armor.
>We manage to disable most of the tanks with heavy losses.
>I remember seeing a T-90 roll trough a forest to the west of us.
>Seeing burst into flames by the hands of a Strv 122 we had with us surely strengthened the morale of my men.
>I barely get to finish the thought before the Strv 122 exploded.
>I look down and see a large chunk of shrapnel sticking out of my chest.
>Everything went black,i felt nothing.
>But suddenly,a white horse materializes before my eyes.
>So much for going to valhalla.
>The white horse promised great riches and lot of pone pussy,just for killing some dogs.
"Why the fuck not" I said.
"I'm already dead anyway".
>everything went black again.
>Wake up in a camp.
>The rest is history.
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SapperJ -
Apparently I like hugging people. And explosives. Wow, I should have been born in Afghanistan!
>Chuckle a bit and hit my cigarette.
"I just like blowing things up, don't know. I liked to play with fire as a kid haha."
>Flick cigarette, grab a beer.
" I did want to join the army, get to blow things up for free, with some nice materials. To many arson charges though. Ended up being a mechanic at a local auto shop."
>Take a swig from the cold brew.
"Made homemade devices, tested them out wherever I could get away with it haha, poor national forest. Ever out that way stop off the eastern pathways, plenty of craters for your entertainment."
>Wide grin.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Silvercreep:
Born and trained as a military operator, Natalia had spent most of her childhood learning to fight. In defense and offense, Natalia built her body around the pain and suffering of the hardest training the military could give her. Watched under the eye of her companion and operation lead, Natalia would always try to best him, both in armed and unarmed combat, failing to do so each time, despite her speed advantage.
"You let yourself become soft to your opponents." he had said once "When you engage, you engage hard and fast without remorse, its either you or them in such a fight."
Natalia continued to train, even operating with her lead unit as the two would conduct missions not suited for larger teams; assassinations, rescue missions, even defense with regular troops. Through it all, she grew attach to her Lead, even referring to him as Onii-chan.
One evening however, when all was quiet and peaceful, the compound the pair were at suddenly came under siege by a numerical superior foe backed up by heavy fire-power. Out-manned and outgunned, the defenders were eventually overwhelmed before Natalia and her commander were holding off the invaders from the command room, only to have a stray artillery shell strike down on the spot they defended.
Natalia was unscathed, but her commander's legs were blown clear off. As the enemy advanced through the destruction, Natalia's lead drew out a detonator. "Go..." he said weakly "Get yourself out of-" "Not without you!" she exclaimed, holding close as she started to feel tears down her cheek and the Lead sighed "We go together I guess... till the end." he said... and pressed he button.
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Hines -
>I frown
"Way I see it, you would've done better working for the government in Rwanda. Bastards never passed up an opportunity to wipe something out."
>I stare into the fire for a moment, and the realization hits me.
"Including me. That's it, isn't it? I'm dead. WE'RE dead."
Leatherhoff-
>takes a sip of rum
Well, I didn't die. I would have known if a five hundred pound slab of concrete had landed on me. I didn't feel anything, just a slight nervous sensation when I realized I wasn't dead.
Swe - >swigs the last of my whiskey.
Hell,now to think of it,shrapnel trough the chest doesn't hurt that much either.
>looks down at camp fire, sticks hand out for warmth
Yeah... What do you think, Case?
HollowCase -
>Hastily scribbles in his notebook
The last thing I remember were the weird people who took care of me putting a gun to my head, I never saw them pull the trigger.
>Scribbles again
Also, I didn't see the princess, I just appeared in the middle of nowhere at first
Ghost -
I don't care that I died anymore. I just hope it was worth it. I hope Soap and Price put an end to that bastard.
Sapper J -
"All I remember is seeing the damn Hummer3 that was about to tbone me at an intersection. Red means stop jackass.."
>lean back. Look up at the alien constellations above us.
"Come to think of it, I don't remember the impact either."
Sprog -
I remember an explosion, but nothing much else. Maybe I got pulled right before the trauma? Or maybe that's why I woke up in the hospital instead of the throne room or whatever.
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Gas Man
>>Chilling in the Gas Cave
>>Yes I lived in a cave.
>>I was comfortable, I had been for a while.
>>It was really bad after the happening, but things had calmed down a bit.
>>Everybody had their turf now, so long as you could keep it.
>>Mine was all mine. Nobody messed with the Gas Man.
>>That’s what they all called me, I guess it stuck.
>>The last guy who came after my stuff was still propped up outside. Thought he was real clever with his gas mask.
>>He couldn’t see in the gas though. Not like me. The Gas loves me.
>>I see all in The Gas.
>>I have special eyes.
>>I split his mask with one of my Gaschetes. (That’s a machete blessed by The Gas. Very technical term.)
>>Didn’t scratch him, just split the mask in two, letting The Gas have its’ way.
>>He started twitching and foaming at the mouth.
>>I walked him over to a tree and duck taped him to it. He didn’t fight back. Not that he could.
>>The Gas provides. The Gas protects. The Gas loves.
>>As I said, I was now relaxing in the Gas Cave.
>>I was on the Gasputer, reminiscing.
>>The internet was gone, but I still had pictures. From before.
>>My wife. My child. My home. All of it was gone now.
>>Now I just had The Gas.
>>The void left by my old life had been filled by The Gas. But that’s what The Gas does, it fills the space it’s given.
>>I decided to call it a night.
>>I went to the back of the Gas Cave and stepped down into the depression that housed the Gas Bed.
>>I reached down to caress the secret hidden beneath the Gas Bed.
>>The Gas Tank.
>>My prized possession, a 500 gallon liquid propane tank I brought to the cave a few months after the happening. When I truly accepted The Gas.
>>What an adventure that was. Scrounging gasoline, finding a truck to haul it, heavy machinery to load it, all the while fighting off the nutjobs still carving out niches in the new world.
>>But finally I had it and, as if by The Gas’ will, the massive hole in the back of the Gas Cave held it perfectly.
>>It now housed The Gas. The sweet toxic holiness that provided, protected, and loved.
>>My intimate moment with the Gas Tank was interrupted by movement out of the corner of my eye.
>>From my place lying in the depression, I could look out right at floor level.
>>I heard a light skittering sound, and saw swift movement in the corner of my eye.
>>The beast was back.
>>It had been taunting me for as long as I had lived in the Gas Cave.
>>Defiling my food stores, destroying my papers, and touching the holy Gas Tank.
>>Above all, the abomination resisted The Gas.
>>No matter what glorious fumes and plumes I released, the beast survived.
>>It was unholy. An abomination created by the horrors of the happening.
>>Tonight we ended our long dance. Tonight I was ready.
>>I would help myself tonight. The Gas was my savior, but I was still a man.
>>I placed the bait at the edge of the depression in which I lay. An ancient cheese puff.
>>I waited.
>>The light skittering came closer. Oh how softly it moved, obviously not weighed down by the evil in its’ heart.
>>The cheese puff began to slightly shake, and was suddenly pulled from sight!
>>I slowly sat up, as not to alarm the beast, and I beheld it.
>>I swear, this cockroach was at LEAST two inches long.
>>I scowled at the beast as it feasted on my offering.
>>I raised my Gaschetes and spoke “Enjoy your last meal unholy vermin. Tonight I wipe your Gas rejecting taint from the world.”
>>I brought both Gaschetes down with a thunderous clang. Sparks flew from the force of the metal on the stone floor of the Gas Cave.
>>The vile beast was gone!
>>I looked around, and found it on the edge of the depression, just BEHIND me.
>>This foul creature didn’t even respect the laws of space it moved so quickly!
>>With a roar I whirled and brought the Gaschetes down again in a hail of sparks. Only to find the beast had moved again, taking another position on the edge of the depression.
>>This creature was toying with me.
>>Something snapped.
>>I let forth a bloodcurdling scream of hatred and sorrow as I wildly struck at the beast.
>>Sparks cascaded as I struck again and again, every time only to find the beast safely staring at me.
>>For how long this continued I do not know. I whirled and spun like a dervish, my blades an extension of my hatred for this creature.
>>Sparks showered me, the Gas Bed, and down into the depression itself.
>>Finally, I tired. Body drenched in sweat, blades battered to dullness, and my spirit simply broken, I fell onto the Gas Bed.
>>I looked to see the beast sitting next to my face, staring.
>>I wept, and I drifted off to dreamless slumber.
>>I woke some time later to what I thought was an earthquake.
>>The Gas Bed was shaking violently.
>>I also smelled smoke… and was extremely hot.
>>I opened my eyes to see flames jetting up all around me from below.
>>From the bottom of the depression, from around the Gas Tank.
>>The sparks from my battle with the beast…
>>For years I had swept my detritus and hair into the depression.
>>(With hair as long as mine, that’s a LOT of hair.)
>>A stray spark must have found the bone dry pile of hair, skin cells, dust, and wrappers I had pushed out of sight.
>>The Gas Bed continued to shake as the Gas Tank strained and groaned under the stress.
>>Already stored under intense pressure, The Gas was surely trying to escape its’ rapidly heating prison.
>>Being in a stone depression, I knew the only way for it to escape was through the top of the Gas Tank… and through me.
>>I lay on the Gas Bed, and decided not to move.
>>This was the Will of The Gas.
>>I had disrespected it, abandoned it. My pride had pushed me to battle the beast alone, and I was being punished.
>>I deserved this.
>>I looked at the cave roof above me. If I wasn’t disintegrated by the blast, I would be propelled into the stone surface with enough force to reduce me to a fine red mist.
>>I looked to my side, through the flames, and saw the beast, standing some distance back.
>>”Goodbye,” I said.
>>In that instant the Gas Tank blew.
>>In the fractions of a second I survived as I hurtled upward to my doom, I remember the foul toxins of The Gas caressing me.
>>My skin burned, my eyes wept, I could feel my mind go numb as The Gas entered my very being.
>>And suddenly I was in a courtyard.
>>I was fully dressed and kitted out.
>>The Gaschetes were sharper than ever, and I could feel the weight of supplies in my backpack.
>>Before me stood a radiant figure.
>>Princess Celestia herself.
>>Memories flooded back. Of humor and good times before the happening.
>>I spied the sun on her flank, and it suddenly all made sense.
>>I fell to my knees and exclaimed “Praise The Gas!”
>>She was of the sun. Of the stars. Of the most basic, pure and holy of Gasses.
>>She was the Princess of Hydrogen, a servant of The Gas itself!
>>The Gas punished me with death, but obviously I still had a chance. A chance to redeem myself.
>>I pledged my loyalty to the Lady of Hydrogen and pledged to serve with all of my being.
>>I was taken to other humans, you folks, all soldiers in their own way, as I suppose I am.
>>I’m sure The Gas has plans for you too, even if you don’t know it, my friends.
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Dr. Novus
>Foundation ship crossing the atlantic containing Keter Class SCP XXXX to containment site XXX
> I, Dr. Novus am in charge of transporting the subject to the site
>Containment of A 1 FT thick titanium10x10 meter wide cell is holding.
> Nearing some island, out on the coast as i walk across the main deck of the ship, the large 8 inch guns tower next to me.
>Rumble resonates throughout the ship, i get a headache
>Alarms start going off, I begin to race for the bridge
>Crewman run past me as i make my way, all of them armed with rifles.
>Get to the bridge, behind me my headache intensifies and an explosion is heard.
>Captain hand me a rifle and we get into defensive positions
>Ship shakes and a crunching noise is heard
>Aww shit we hit the reef
>Hear a bang, the ship shudders and suddenly im flying across the room, getting knocked out by the impact
>Wake up lookig around. The solid steel doors to the bridge are gone, imbeded in the alloy wall across the room.
>Crewmen lie everywhere, some just dead, others in bloody heaps or pieces
>Grab the gun lying next to me, and head to my room which is next to the bridge, walking in i see my titanium case is untouched.
>I head over to it, inserting the key and my retina is scanned, the case opens revealing my armor and weapons
>I grab the armor and put it on quickly along with my mask, shoving the large amounts of explosives and nerve gas into my vest
>Get up and head to the room the monsters cage was in, i can hopefully detonate the nuclear charge and save the rest of man.
>Hallway down the hall i hear a roar from the other end of the ship, my headache begins to return.
>Using my 1 claymore, i use it to cover my tracks as i head down into the ship
>I hear the high powered land mine explode a while back, my head ache flashes hard for a second as the SCP screeches in pain, but not dead.
>I begin to run, tossing behind a few of my gas grenades, hopefully that can slow it down.
>"Our motto is to Secure, Contain, Protect" The words flash through my head, i could only do one right now, protect.
>A stumbling sound is heard a few hallways behind along with feral coughing as it hits the deadly nerve gas, not so deadly to it.
>I pulled out my grenade launcher, all 6 rounds are ready to be delivered, but before i dont that, i toss my tear gas grenades backwards at the bulkhead door.
>I finally hit the room, its a mess with the titanium cage jutting out of some of the security teams bodies.
>I spot the casing for the deadly bomb, running towards it as fast as i can, and hear a roar behind me as the creature i partially blinded by the tear gas for a moment, before sensing me and charging like a bull.
>I fire backward with my Vector, the thing peppers him but it shrugs off the bullets and the sends me flying, thankfully closer to my target location. My headache is getting stronger...
>The creature stops for a moment and suddenly my headache becomes a critical pain, knocking out most of my thoughts as it disrupts my head, it them charges me, picking me up and slamming me against the wall! Sending my grenade launcher flying aling with my basically useless vector.
>My thoughts... Filled with scattered seperate, painful voices... The thing approaches for the kill. My body screams one thing and i dive onto the atomic bombs casing, pulling the pin on my high explosive grenade.
>Everything flashes white, and i feel unscared... physically that is, my mind is filled with confusion and voices...
>The light clears and I am standing infront of a large white winged and horn horse, Princess Celestia
>I smile as she opens her mouth to speak, i have another chance at life.

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InnaEquestria - Razorback Company
Histories
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>a match lit up and was flicked onto the pinewood and started burning as bright as a star.
>but not as bright as the moon above...
>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.
>Well, not everyone is having the same night.
>The comrades of the RazorBack Company are just having their fun of their own
>they laughed at their flaws, clinking with their beer bottle, drunk as Berry Punch could ever be
>they say around the campfire and started telling their own stories of having over-the-top victories and bitter defeats...
>but what about their origins? Violin thought to himself
"What did you guys do before coming to Equestria?"
>And here comes the epic tale of how the comrades' lives were....
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Filth
>Iraq
>Assault/Ambush
>Born in Iraq
>Part of the freedom fighters
>Involved with multiple missions of mortaring american bases and just in general resisting any united nations presence.
>Be 20
>It is now 2004
>On a mission to destroy any UN proximity somewhere on the Iraq border.
>Begins mortaring at the apparent location of the enemy
>After sending round after round is eventually spotted by a UAV
>Sees a bright flash and a large metal object approach from the sky
>Allah akbar
>Finds himself in a magical land with ponies and shit
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>the whole squad became quiet...
"So you love explosives?" SapperJ asked.
>Filth nodded
"I love you." SapperJ hugs him tight
>I rolled my eyes away and asked anyone else that wanted to tell a tale.
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Ghost
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.
>clenches fists and grumbles under his breath
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.
For the most part, it was me, Roach, Price and Soap against the world. Before long, that became true.
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...
>shells falling left, right and center, dirt flying everywhere
"I've got you Roach, hang on!"
>throws a handful of markers into the forest
"Thunder 2-1, I've popped red smoke in the treeline, prepare to engage on my mark!"
>"Roger that, I have a visual on the red smoke. Standing by."
>Roach's hands find an AK, keeps fighting, the tough sod
"Thunder 2-1, cleared hot!"
>"Roger that, cleared hot."
>Little Bird hovers low, miniguns in full spin, pumping round after round after round into the trees.
>Roach is fading
"Roach, hang in there!!"
>Roach blacks out
"Come on, get up!!!"
>I help him to his feet, as consciousness returns
"Get up, get up, we're almost there!"
>PaveLow lands, hangar door drops down, Shepherd waiting inside. A welcome sight.
>"Cover them, move, move!"
>Soldiers emerge, covering our approach, safety at last!
>"Do you have the DSM?"
"We got it, Sir!"
>"Good. That's one less loose end."
>Shepherd brings out his .44, and Roach falls.
"NO!!!"
>I scramble for my gun as hastily as possible
>I see the flash, hear the bang, but I feel nothing.
 
>Slowly, I open my eyes to find myself in a giant white room.
>Approached by a large, quadrupedal figure, undiscernable as to race or figure, vision still blurry as the adrenaline rushes out of my veins.
>"Welcome, Ghost. I take it I was just in time?"
"..."
"..."
"I nearly 'ad the bastard."
 
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.
Godspeed, you magnificent sods.
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>the whole squad became quiet, just to imagine that scene of betrayal.
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PonyStrangler
>American
>Close Combat/Ambush
>Joined JTF night operations unit
>Specialized in close combat and ambush actions
>Sent to Iraq border in 04 after several VIP's
>Ended up being sold out by navy politics goon
>Entire town used as a choke point
>Started losing it due to inability to strike back during the day, begins experimenting with explosives
>Discovers the right mix to propel grenades via old mortar tube, tape, and small charges
>Becomes target of actual mortars
>Before impact raises middle finger
>After/inbetween/during/somehow ends up giving middle finger to big ass talking narwhal-tiny horse thing
>Doesn't get killed and vows to stay away from cocaine as long as alcohol and possibility of combat, getting paid, or ponies that do not serve hay
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>Fix broke the silence by asking me what was my origins.
>I disregarded his question and continue asking for anymore tales.
>Fix pestered as he asks me continuously
>I broke when he found out my journal as he reads it out....
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Journal Entry #1
>What was the biggest lie you have ever given to yourself?
>Everyone has to lie to themselves in order to look netter or worse to people
>was it "I love her" or "I trust you"?
>was it "I hate myself" or "I wish I die immediately"
>even if you deceived people, thinking you're better than your corpse-rotting body, spreading lies just to gain the likes, you're wrong
>you will never wash away your past...
>never...
>what was the biggest secret I told myself?
>She didn't die. We didn't bury her...
>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
...
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>I, face palming, tell my tale....
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>Corporal RainbowWarrior
>Nationality: American
>2014
>Field Medic in NATO regiment, stationed outside Kunduz, Afghanistan
>Doing Rounds on wounded soldiers, inflicted from a rockslide while on a recon mission.
>I hear some distant rumbling
BOOM
>A Howitzer shell hits a row of Humvees
BOOM
>At this point, soldiers are scattered everywhere
>Another shell hits our mess hall (Damn it it was Taco Night!)
BOOM
>I see soldiers left and right dying from the sheer impact and blasts.
>Shit the Med tent.
>I see Private Wheeler, with a broken leg stranded in his tent.
>A good solider never leaves a man behind
>Fireman's carry him to nearest chopper, and they take him away.
>"Rainbow! All full here! find another way out!"
>Just as they pull up, I hear another shell whistling through the air.
>I look up to see a 105 mm headed right for me.
>Everything turns white.
>I see some sort of Angel in front of me.
>No.....It's a white unicorn with angel wings.
>"I am Princess Celestia....here to give you, Rainbow Warrior another chance at life. Your courage and compassion will reward you greatly. Do you accept?"
>YES!
 
>I wake up to see a small group of soldiers around me inside some royal throne room.
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>Canada
>Combat Engineer (DGE Op?)
>Born in Canada
>Joined the Canadian Forces right out of highschool because of Afghanistan
>On second tour as a combat engineer
>Driving to just outside Kandahar City for the infantry who found a possible IED
>Set up perimeter as per normal
>I draw the short straw for checking it out and "defusing" it
>Demon suit goes on
>Standing right on top of the thing, placing my charge to detonate it
>Notice the command wire sticking out of the dirt nearby
>Well fuck
>Huge explosion, everything goes black
>Wake up in a hospital surrounded by pastel ponies
>Oh my god, 4chan was right all along
>Celestia approaches and gives me the low down, offers me my kit back minus the EOD suit
>Accept
>Pray that Bon Bon is just Lyra's friend
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Leatherhoff
>Sergeant Leatherhoff
>Nationality: American
>Late 2013
>Member of USMC Anglico, rigorous training paid off well
>Stationed in Kandahar, Afghanistan
>Squad and I were watching a weapons smuggling operation from afar, on the roof of a small building
>Two cars pull up to each other in the middle of a road
>Two guys dressed in trench coats get out of their cars
>One guy opens his trunk, it's full of suitcases of cash
>Second one opens his, full of AKs and other assorted rifles
>Squad captain decides it's time to cancel the operation
>Calls in CAS (close air support), as we werent far from the targets
>Before he could finish the request, an RPG hit the front side of the building and militants start opening fire on us
>We get behind cover and request an EVAC, because there were alot of those fuckers
>One by one, my squadmates start running low on ammo
>Spot 3 RPGs on other rooftops
>They start aiming for the base of our building, trying to take the building out
>Squad leader gets hit in the shoulder, all of a sudden start to hear a loud crumbling of sorts
>Building collapses, I fall to the ground along with my teammates who were lucky enough to survive
>Barely awake, look up and see a giant stone slab about to fall on me
>Close my eyes, ready for death, but it doesn't come
>Open eyes, see that I'm in a palace or some shit
>"Welcome home, Leatherhoff."
>Princess fucking Celestia
>Turn around, see other soldiers in the same room
And that's how I'm here now.
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Mr. McSisterfister
>The year is 2030
>The UN invaded the United States in order to quell what it says is a civil war
>I, as well as a few other /k/ommandos, have been hunting blue hats for the better part of 5 years
>We have walls of blue helmets lining the walls of our Detroit stronghold
>One fateful day we are bringing back more helmets
>I trip and accidentally knock Ivan's Vodka out of his had
>The bottle falls to the earth and shatters
>Both he and I stare at the bottle for a second
>Ivan then shouts something unintelligible before raising his Obrez at me
>The ensuing Fireball completely atomizes my body
>I awake to see a white horse with a horn and wings promising me monstrous amounts of pussy just for killing dogs
>Done
>I'm suddenly in a room with other fuckers
>That one with the skull mask has a British patch on his shoulder
>I don't like britbongs
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HollowCase
>You felt a lot heavier all of a sudden!
>You found yourself holding your big machinegun, with your grenade launcher and your machete dangling from your belt like always.
>How odd!
>You looked around and saw two groups of strangers.
>One was some bewildered looking humans in combat gear who were staring at you funny.
>You checked to make sure you had your mask on.
>You did!
>The other were some weird dog things.
>They were growling at you, and that was mean.
>You gave them a mean look and grabbed your grenade launcher.
>Nobody growls at you!
>You blew them up a bit and shot and stabbed them.
>The humans just stared at you the whole time.
>Most people do that!
>After you finished with the nasty dog things, you walked over to the humans and scribbled in your notebook.
>You couldn't really talk, so this was how you communicated.
>"Where am I, and are you nice people?" you asked them.
>They just looked at you in shock for awhile.
>It must have been the blood, it made people do that.
>They said something about Equestria, and that yes, they were very nice.
>That's good!
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>Name: Jeff
>Mid 30's
>Allegiance: United States
>Multiple-tour veteran in Middle East.
>Combat platoon sergeant.
>Has seen and done in some shit.
>Retired with honorable discharge and several commendations.
>Be out of military for several years.
>Civilian life sucks.
>Hold a security job that is dull as fuck.
>One day in apartment, day off, drinking and watching TV.
>Rolled up letter pops in lap in a puff of sparkles, sealed with a red ribbon.
>Princess Celestia of Equestria wants my help to defend her world against what?
>In exchange for a new life.
>And all he has to do is sign the letter and burn it.
>Why the fuck not.
>Burn letter, get whooshed to magical horse land.
>Get full briefing from Celestia.
>Old loadout is waiting for him.
>Greeted by other comrades.

Jeff is a seasoned leader and a damaged boyscout. Years of incompetent superiors and his experiences in the Middle East have taught him that everything is never cut-and-dry, and will sometimes reflect on these to resolve a situation; hopefully a peaceful one.
He is constantly in conflict with himself as to why he accepted coming to Equestria in the first place. A new life, a chance to do some good for once, or something all together...
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Swe
>2015
>Live in Sweden,join the military after finishing university.
>Get assigned to Livsregementets Husarer as an markstrids officer.
>Winter 2015
>get sent to the northern border for some reason.
>russia wants to be a bitch and invades trough finland.
>me and my platoon gets assigned to defend the town of satter.
>But the fuckers used light armor.
>We manage to disable most of the tanks with heavy losses.
>I remember seeing a T-90 roll trough a forest to the west of us.
>Seeing burst into flames by the hands of a Strv 122 we had with us surely strengthened the morale of my men.
>I barely get to finish the thought before the Strv 122 exploded.
>I look down and see a large chunk of shrapnel sticking out of my chest.
>Everything went black,i felt nothing.
>But suddenly,a white horse materializes before my eyes.
>So much for going to valhalla.
>The white horse promised great riches and lot of pone pussy,just for killing some dogs.
"Why the fuck not" I said.
"I'm already dead anyway".
>everything went black again.
>Wake up in a camp.
>The rest is history.
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SapperJ -
Apparently I like hugging people. And explosives. Wow, I should have been born in Afghanistan!
>Chuckle a bit and hit my cigarette.
"I just like blowing things up, don't know. I liked to play with fire as a kid haha."
>Flick cigarette, grab a beer.
" I did want to join the army, get to blow things up for free, with some nice materials. To many arson charges though. Ended up being a mechanic at a local auto shop."
>Take a swig from the cold brew.
"Made homemade devices, tested them out wherever I could get away with it haha, poor national forest. Ever out that way stop off the eastern pathways, plenty of craters for your entertainment."
>Wide grin.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Silvercreep: 
Born and trained as a military operator, Natalia had spent most of her childhood learning to fight. In defense and offense, Natalia built her body around the pain and suffering of the hardest training the military could give her. Watched under the eye of her companion and operation lead, Natalia would always try to best him, both in armed and unarmed combat, failing to do so each time, despite her speed advantage.
"You let yourself become soft to your opponents." he had said once "When you engage, you engage hard and fast without remorse, its either you or them in such a fight."

Natalia continued to train, even operating with her lead unit as the two would conduct missions not suited for larger teams; assassinations, rescue missions, even defense with regular troops. Through it all, she grew attach to her Lead, even referring to him as Onii-chan.

One evening however, when all was quiet and peaceful, the compound the pair were at suddenly came under siege by a numerical superior foe backed up by heavy fire-power. Out-manned and outgunned, the defenders were eventually overwhelmed before Natalia and her commander were holding off the invaders from the command room, only to have a stray artillery shell strike down on the spot they defended.
Natalia was unscathed, but her commander's legs were blown clear off. As the enemy advanced through the destruction, Natalia's lead drew out a detonator. "Go..." he said weakly "Get yourself out of-" "Not without you!" she exclaimed, holding close as she started to feel tears down her cheek and the Lead sighed "We go together I guess... till the end." he said... and pressed he button.
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Hines -
>I frown
"Way I see it, you would've done better working for the government in Rwanda. Bastards never passed up an opportunity to wipe something out."
>I stare into the fire for a moment, and the realization hits me.
"Including me. That's it, isn't it? I'm dead. WE'RE dead."
 
Leatherhoff-
>takes a sip of rum
Well, I didn't die. I would have known if a five hundred pound slab of concrete had landed on me. I didn't feel anything, just a slight nervous sensation when I realized I wasn't dead.
 
Swe - >swigs the last of my whiskey.
Hell,now to think of it,shrapnel trough the chest doesn't hurt that much either.
 
>looks down at camp fire, sticks hand out for warmth
Yeah... What do you think, Case?
 
HollowCase -
>Hastily scribbles in his notebook
The last thing I remember were the weird people who took care of me putting a gun to my head, I never saw them pull the trigger.
>Scribbles again
Also, I didn't see the princess, I just appeared in the middle of nowhere at first
 
Ghost -
I don't care that I died anymore. I just hope it was worth it. I hope Soap and Price put an end to that bastard.
 
Sapper J -
"All I remember is seeing the damn Hummer3 that was about to tbone me at an intersection. Red means stop jackass.."
>lean back. Look up at the alien constellations above us.
"Come to think of it, I don't remember the impact either."
 
Sprog -
I remember an explosion, but nothing much else. Maybe I got pulled right before the trauma? Or maybe that's why I woke up in the hospital instead of the throne room or whatever.
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Gas Man
>>Chilling in the Gas Cave
>>Yes I lived in a cave.
>>I was comfortable, I had been for a while.
>>It was really bad after the happening, but things had calmed down a bit.
>>Everybody had their turf now, so long as you could keep it.
>>Mine was all mine. Nobody messed with the Gas Man.
>>That’s what they all called me, I guess it stuck.
>>The last guy who came after my stuff was still propped up outside. Thought he was real clever with his gas mask.
>>He couldn’t see in the gas though. Not like me. The Gas loves me.
>>I see all in The Gas.
>>I have special eyes.
>>I split his mask with one of my Gaschetes. (That’s a machete blessed by The Gas. Very technical term.)
>>Didn’t scratch him, just split the mask in two, letting The Gas have its’ way.
>>He started twitching and foaming at the mouth.
>>I walked him over to a tree and duck taped him to it. He didn’t fight back. Not that he could.
>>The Gas provides. The Gas protects. The Gas loves.
>>As I said, I was now relaxing in the Gas Cave.
>>I was on the Gasputer, reminiscing.
>>The internet was gone, but I still had pictures. From before.
>>My wife. My child. My home. All of it was gone now.
>>Now I just had The Gas.
>>The void left by my old life had been filled by The Gas. But that’s what The Gas does, it fills the space it’s given.
>>I decided to call it a night.
>>I went to the back of the Gas Cave and stepped down into the depression that housed the Gas Bed.
>>I reached down to caress the secret hidden beneath the Gas Bed.
>>The Gas Tank.
>>My prized possession, a 500 gallon liquid propane tank I brought to the cave a few months after the happening. When I truly accepted The Gas.
>>What an adventure that was. Scrounging gasoline, finding a truck to haul it, heavy machinery to load it, all the while fighting off the nutjobs still carving out niches in the new world.
>>But finally I had it and, as if by The Gas’ will, the massive hole in the back of the Gas Cave held it perfectly.
>>It now housed The Gas. The sweet toxic holiness that provided, protected, and loved.
>>My intimate moment with the Gas Tank was interrupted by movement out of the corner of my eye.
>>From my place lying in the depression, I could look out right at floor level.
>>I heard a light skittering sound, and saw swift movement in the corner of my eye.
>>The beast was back.
>>It had been taunting me for as long as I had lived in the Gas Cave.
>>Defiling my food stores, destroying my papers, and touching the holy Gas Tank.
>>Above all, the abomination resisted The Gas.
>>No matter what glorious fumes and plumes I released, the beast survived.
>>It was unholy. An abomination created by the horrors of the happening.
>>Tonight we ended our long dance. Tonight I was ready.
>>I would help myself tonight. The Gas was my savior, but I was still a man.
>>I placed the bait at the edge of the depression in which I lay. An ancient cheese puff.
>>I waited.
>>The light skittering came closer. Oh how softly it moved, obviously not weighed down by the evil in its’ heart.
>>The cheese puff began to slightly shake, and was suddenly pulled from sight!
>>I slowly sat up, as not to alarm the beast, and I beheld it.
>>I swear, this cockroach was at LEAST two inches long.
>>I scowled at the beast as it feasted on my offering.
>>I raised my Gaschetes and spoke “Enjoy your last meal unholy vermin. Tonight I wipe your Gas rejecting taint from the world.”
>>I brought both Gaschetes down with a thunderous clang. Sparks flew from the force of the metal on the stone floor of the Gas Cave.
>>The vile beast was gone!
>>I looked around, and found it on the edge of the depression, just BEHIND me.
>>This foul creature didn’t even respect the laws of space it moved so quickly!
>>With a roar I whirled and brought the Gaschetes down again in a hail of sparks. Only to find the beast had moved again, taking another position on the edge of the depression.
>>This creature was toying with me.
>>Something snapped.
>>I let forth a bloodcurdling scream of hatred and sorrow as I wildly struck at the beast.
>>Sparks cascaded as I struck again and again, every time only to find the beast safely staring at me.
>>For how long this continued I do not know. I whirled and spun like a dervish, my blades an extension of my hatred for this creature.
>>Sparks showered me, the Gas Bed, and down into the depression itself.
>>Finally, I tired. Body drenched in sweat, blades battered to dullness, and my spirit simply broken, I fell onto the Gas Bed.
>>I looked to see the beast sitting next to my face, staring.
>>I wept, and I drifted off to dreamless slumber.
>>I woke some time later to what I thought was an earthquake.
>>The Gas Bed was shaking violently.
>>I also smelled smoke… and was extremely hot.
>>I opened my eyes to see flames jetting up all around me from below.
>>From the bottom of the depression, from around the Gas Tank.
>>The sparks from my battle with the beast…
>>For years I had swept my detritus and hair into the depression.
>>(With hair as long as mine, that’s a LOT of hair.)
>>A stray spark must have found the bone dry pile of hair, skin cells, dust, and wrappers I had pushed out of sight.
>>The Gas Bed continued to shake as the Gas Tank strained and groaned under the stress.
>>Already stored under intense pressure, The Gas was surely trying to escape its’ rapidly heating prison.
>>Being in a stone depression, I knew the only way for it to escape was through the top of the Gas Tank… and through me.
>>I lay on the Gas Bed, and decided not to move.
>>This was the Will of The Gas.
>>I had disrespected it, abandoned it. My pride had pushed me to battle the beast alone, and I was being punished.
>>I deserved this.
>>I looked at the cave roof above me. If I wasn’t disintegrated by the blast, I would be propelled into the stone surface with enough force to reduce me to a fine red mist.
>>I looked to my side, through the flames, and saw the beast, standing some distance back.
>>”Goodbye,” I said.
>>In that instant the Gas Tank blew.
>>In the fractions of a second I survived as I hurtled upward to my doom, I remember the foul toxins of The Gas caressing me.
>>My skin burned, my eyes wept, I could feel my mind go numb as The Gas entered my very being.
>>And suddenly I was in a courtyard.
>>I was fully dressed and kitted out.
>>The Gaschetes were sharper than ever, and I could feel the weight of supplies in my backpack.
>>Before me stood a radiant figure.
>>Princess Celestia herself.
>>Memories flooded back. Of humor and good times before the happening.
>>I spied the sun on her flank, and it suddenly all made sense.
>>I fell to my knees and exclaimed “Praise The Gas!”
>>She was of the sun. Of the stars. Of the most basic, pure and holy of Gasses.
>>She was the Princess of Hydrogen, a servant of The Gas itself!
>>The Gas punished me with death, but obviously I still had a chance. A chance to redeem myself.
>>I pledged my loyalty to the Lady of Hydrogen and pledged to serve with all of my being.
>>I was taken to other humans, you folks, all soldiers in their own way, as I suppose I am.
>>I’m sure The Gas has plans for you too, even if you don’t know it, my friends.
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Dr. Novus
>Foundation ship crossing the atlantic containing Keter Class SCP XXXX to containment site XXX
> I, Dr. Novus am in charge of transporting the subject to the site
>Containment of A 1 FT thick titanium10x10 meter wide cell is holding.
> Nearing some island, out on the coast as i walk across the main deck of the ship, the large 8 inch guns tower next to me.
>Rumble resonates throughout the ship, i get a headache
>Alarms start going off, I begin to race for the bridge
>Crewman run past me as i make my way, all of them armed with rifles.
>Get to the bridge, behind me my headache intensifies and an explosion is heard.
>Captain hand me a rifle and we get into defensive positions
>Ship shakes and a crunching noise is heard
>Aww shit we hit the reef
>Hear a bang, the ship shudders and suddenly im flying across the room, getting knocked out by the impact
>Wake up lookig around. The solid steel doors to the bridge are gone, imbeded in the alloy wall across the room.
>Crewmen lie everywhere, some just dead, others in bloody heaps or pieces
>Grab the gun lying next to me, and head to my room which is next to the bridge, walking in i see my titanium case is untouched.
>I head over to it, inserting the key and my retina is scanned, the case opens revealing my armor and weapons
>I grab the armor and put it on quickly along with my mask, shoving the large amounts of explosives and nerve gas into my vest
>Get up and head to the room the monsters cage was in, i can hopefully detonate the nuclear charge and save the rest of man.
>Hallway down the hall i hear a roar from the other end of the ship, my headache begins to return.
>Using my 1 claymore, i use it to cover my tracks as i head down into the ship
>I hear the high powered land mine explode a while back, my head ache flashes hard for a second as the SCP screeches in pain, but not dead.
>I begin to run, tossing behind a few of my gas grenades, hopefully that can slow it down.
>"Our motto is to Secure, Contain, Protect" The words flash through my head, i could only do one right now, protect.
>A stumbling sound is heard a few hallways behind along with feral coughing as it hits the deadly nerve gas, not so deadly to it.
>I pulled out my grenade launcher, all 6 rounds are ready to be delivered, but before i dont that, i toss my tear gas grenades backwards at the bulkhead door.
>I finally hit the room, its a mess with the titanium cage jutting out of some of the security teams bodies.
>I spot the casing for the deadly bomb, running towards it as fast as i can, and hear a roar behind me as the creature i partially blinded by the tear gas for a moment, before sensing me and charging like a bull.
>I fire backward with my Vector, the thing peppers him but it shrugs off the bullets and the sends me flying, thankfully closer to my target location. My headache is getting stronger...
>The creature stops for a moment and suddenly my headache becomes a critical pain, knocking out most of my thoughts as it disrupts my head, it them charges me, picking me up and slamming me against the wall! Sending my grenade launcher flying aling with my basically useless vector.
>My thoughts... Filled with scattered seperate, painful voices... The thing approaches for the kill. My body screams one thing and i dive onto the atomic bombs casing, pulling the pin on my high explosive grenade.
>Everything flashes white, and i feel unscared... physically that is, my mind is filled with confusion and voices...
>The light clears and I am standing infront of a large white winged and horn horse, Princess Celestia
>I smile as she opens her mouth to speak, i have another chance at life.

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