The fallen soldier

Chapter 35 or 36

Losing track again. ( I don't bother with checking what chapter I'm on, I just start writing.)

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THE NEXT DAY

"You're telling me you managed to convince her to go out with you?" Asked a surprised man.

"Yeah!" Replied a cheery drunk fellow, "All it took was for Flood to get his ass kicked!"

The voices seemed to fade away.....

You sigh and quickly chug the rest of your drink. With a pleased sigh, you sit the mug down and rest your chin on your hand. You closed your eyes and thought of a wide assortment of guns, your thoughts ranged from small caliber handguns, to fully automatic assault rifles. Occasionally, your thoughts would switch to some form of shotgun or grenade launcher.

Then the Mini-gun waltzed into your thought process.

The Mini-gun grew a pair of arms and started tap dancing. You drunkenly giggled and started reaching for said Mini-gun. Your hands come into contact with something soft, the Mini-gun melts and reforms as a pair of beautiful boobies. You giggle some more as you start squeezing them.

"Ahem." Announced the bartender.

You open your eyes and stare in disgust, your hands were firmly grasping a pair of man tits.

You remove your hands and stand up, you drop a couple bits on the counter and speak your mind, "The fuck do you put in your drinks?" You didn't let the man answer, instead, you turn and walk away.

You walked to Twilights, staring at your hands in disgust the entire time. Upon arrival, you threw the door open and walked to the kitchen, were you proceeded to roughly wash your hands. Once satisfied, you left the kitchen and approached Whiskey, who was peacefully sleeping by Twilights couch.

You check the time and consider hopping in your VTOL and flying home. You decide to preform a quick test on yourself, you imagine a straight line and try to perfectly walk across it. You stumble several times and quickly forget where the line exactly was.

You smack your fist against your palm and announce, "I'm way too fucking drunk to fly."

You think about using the augmentations, but decide the shits ain't worth it. You instead look around and call out, "Twilight!"

There's a sound of something hitting the floor upstairs, Twilight suddenly appears on the staircase. "Yeah!?" She yells.

You stumble with your steps, "Can I crash on your couch? I kinda drank way too much."

Twilight frowns and face palms, "Anderson... You really gotta stop yelling like that. Its makes me think you're in trouble or something."

You roll your eyes and wave a hand at her, "Please Twilight, if anything ever tries to fuck with me... I'll probably fuck them up." You start punching the air.

Twilight rolls her eyes as well, "Just... Go to sleep Anderson."

You stop fighting the air, "Right." You reply.

You collapse on the couch, within seconds you're snoring.

Twilight sighs and walks back up stairs. Several hours later, Whiskey would wake and try to stop your snoring. With un-surprising failure, he moves into the kitchen, though your snoring still reaches him there. That night you dreamt of wreaking havoc with a Mini-gun.

It's loud... It's fucking loud as shit.

You slowly open your eyes, allowing yourself to adjust to the sunlight pouring in. You yawn and stretch your limbs, several satisfying cracks resound throughout your mind. You sit up and smack your lips together, you're thirsty.

With a hunger for water, you stand up and walk into the kitchen. Twilight is sitting at a table with Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy.

"Rainbow... I don't think he's gonna let you touch anything on that VTOL of his." Twilight sipped her tea.

Rainbow groaned, "I'll just keep asking him until he lets me then!"

Fluttershy noticed your presence and cautiously blew at her tea, "Rainbow, I think you should reconsider doing that." She slowly sipped it.

Rainbow huffed, "And why's that?"

Fluttershy looked down and twirled a spoon in her tea, "Because he's right behind you."

Rainbow Dash, being the great friend she is, was able to understand what she said. She froze and slowly turned around, she was met with your exhausted face.

You rubbed an eye, "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't do what you just said."

Rainbow nervously smiled.

You rolled your eyes and opened Twilights fridge, you pulled a bottled water out and sat down at the table. You unscrewed the lid and hungrily swallowed the contents inside, you screwed the lid back on and wiped your mouth.

"So." You begin. "You ladies having some quality girl time?"

You sat back and looked at each of them.

"No." Replied Twilight. "We were just talking about our boredom and how we can get rid of it."

You hummed, "You guys are pretty attractive, why not go to some club and get some guys?"

Rainbow crossed her arms, "Well for one, Fluttershy is way to shy to flaunt her stuff, Twilight is Twilight, and I'm not that kinda woman."

You raised your hands, "Sorry! Why not go hang with your boyfriend then Rainbow? You mentioned having one before."

Rainbow frowned and looked at the ceiling, "He left me for another, I was too manly for him."

You frowned, "That guy doesn't know what he's missing out on. You're plenty girly."

Rainbow looked at you, "Thanks Anderson."

The kitchen goes silent for a bit, then Twilight speaks up.

"So what're your plans for today Anderson? You claimed to have finished your programming for that VTOL." She pours herself some more tea.

"I don't know." You look up and think for a moment, a thought crosses your mind, you start looking around for Whiskey.

"Whiskey!" You call out.

There's a slight pause, then Whiskey appears at your side.

"Hey there boy!' You ruffle the grass growing atop his head, "You remember that tribe of Timberwolfs you got beef with?"

Whiskey nods his head.

"Wanna go and destroy everything they know and love in a completely over the top fashion?"

Whiskey starts growling while nodding his head quicker than ever.

You chuckle and look at your table companions, "There." You simply state. "Now I've got plans."

Rainbow deadpans, "You can't be serious."

You wickedly smile, "What can I say! Me and Whiskey share a love for complete and total destruction!"

Fluttershy wasn't too happy about your new plans, the disagreement was all over her face.

You take a sip from your water bottle, "Sorry Fluttershy. Those wolves messed with my homie here! And no-one messes with my homies."

Fluttershy opens her mouth to say something, but realizes nothing will convince you from stopping. Rainbow didn't have a problem with less Timberwolves, it made it safer for everyone. And Twilight didn't exactly approve of your over-the-top use of violence, but had the same thought as Rainbow.

You sat back and smiled a victorious smile.

"Oh!" You call out, while standing up. "Before I forget to show you again Twilight!"

You rip your shirt off, causing Fluttershy to blush and hide behind her hair. Rainbow just nodded and fired her little finger guns at you with a devilish grin on her face. And Twilight politely coughed with a slight blush on her face.

"I've got my combat suit off, so I figured if show off my augmentations while I still can. Do you notice anything odd about my body?"

The 3 woman stare and stare, "No." They all reply.

Rainbow Dash snaps her fingers, "You mean besides the fact that your ripped?" She smirked and winked.

You roll your eyes.

Fluttershy sits her tea down and states, "Your left arm is slightly smaller than your right arm?"

You nod, "Bingo, good eye Fluttershy." You adjust your body and show off your left arm. "This arm ain't real."

Everyone stares in disbelief.

"Don't believe me?" You ask.

Everyone nods.

"Whiskey!" You call out.

Whiskey walks in from the library and sits down in front of you.
"I want you to bite my left arm with everything you got." Whiskey stares at you in confusion.

Twilight raises a finger, but lowers it, instead choosing to trust you and watch.

After explaining the order to Whiskey, he growls and clamps his wooden teeth on your arm. You rub his grassy head and stand up, with Whiskey still hanging from your arm.

"See?" You raise your arm even higher, effectively picking Whiskey off the ground. Once he started whimpering, you lowered him and ushered him off.

Rainbow gulps the rest of her tea and sits back, "I think you have some kinda medical thing that doesn't allow you to feel stuff in your arm."

You sigh, "Twilight? Do you know a spell that removes paint from metal?"

Twilight nods, "You want me to cast it?"

"Yeah, just do it."

"Okay.." She replies, her hand turned purple for a split second. "Okay then, just give it a second." She blew the steam off her tea and sipped away.

You impatiently stared at your left arm, as instructed, your arm started losing his natural color, a dark black took over.

"Wow!" Exclaimed a wide-eyed Rainbow Dash.

Twilight and Rainbow stared at your arm, the way it connected to your torso looked odd.

Fluttershy stood up and approached you from behind, she stopped a few steps away and rubbed her hand against your back. The feeling of something cold touching your person caused you to curve your back in an awkward fashion to avoid the touch. You twisted your neck and looked down at Fluttershy.

"Why you be touchin meh?" You ask.

She traced her finger on your back, forming a perfect circle, were she then proceeded to look you in the eyes, "Does it hurt?" She asks, tears slowly forming in her eyes.

You scoff, "No, but your hands really cold."

She looks down, "That's not what I meant."

Realization struck you. "You mean those scars? No, they stopped hurting years ago."

"Scars?" Repeated Twilight. "When in Celestia did you get scars?" She asks.

"I got them from a mixture of Undercover work and when I was fighting in the war." You turn around and show off your back and all its circle burnt glory.

"Oh my god Anderson!" Exclaims Twilight, who shoots from her seat and over to you. "Do they hurt?!" She asks.

You roll your eyes, "They used to hurt, had to constantly put ointment on them. Now they're just reminders of what I used to do." In order to end the discussion on this matter, you slip your shirt on.

"Would you like me to get rid of them? I know a spell th-"

You cut her off with a commanding, "No."

"B-But!" She tries to counter.

"No butts unless they're sexy... And I don't see no sexy butts. Now this conversation is over." With that final sentence, you turn and start walking away.

You stop at the doorway, a unhappy sigh escapes your lips, "Those scars are reminders Twilight, they're not something you can whisk away with a snap of the finger." You don't look back and continue walking.

You whistle for Whiskey and the two of you leave the library. You walk through town and board your VTOL. You fly back to what you essentially call home, and park the VTOL inside the vehicle bay. You collapse on the head engineers office chair and think about ways to alleviate your boredom.

The new thought crosses your mind, armed with new said thought, you walk to the power armor room.

There it stood... The J-58-Losif-Stalin Mark 2.

Or for a more shorter term.

The Russian version of the American AMAHS power armor.

The one thing that separated this suit of highly expensive armor from your highly expensive suit of armor. Was the simple fact that it's a Juggernaut suit.

It's heavy as fuck, it's bulky as fuck, but it's got damn good armor compared to your current AMAHS suit. You could stand here all day and name the benefits from wearing this suit over your suit, but you'd rather put it on and go terrorize the forest critters.

You take the next half hour to properly fix the robotic arms that assemble the armor on you. After you 3d printed some replacement parts and installed them, it was just a matter of putting on the more bulky Under-armor and standing still in a giant circle with your arms outstretched.

The metal arms did the rest.

All through out the dark and spooky forest,, not a word was to be said. The creatures of this realm ran happy and free, unchained from the horrors of the outside world. One such settlement, full of happy Timberwolves and their happy Timberwolf familys were throwing a great feast to celebrate the banishment of their chieftains son.

The son was a terrible predecessor who strongly believed in making friendly relations with the Two-legged monsters. One dark and stormy night, several male wolfs of the town's local populace ambushed the sleeping son and attempted to kill him. The son, greatly surprised by the betrayal of those he grew up with, managed to survive and escape, but at a cost...

His gem, the small glowing object that seems so useless, yet carries the great burden of bringing life, and granting him the ability to feel loved. His gem received a crack that would kill him if he did not receive proper attention. But as he stumbled his way through the forest, confident that his life would soon end, he swore vengeance on his village. if he could not return one day and smash the gems of those who dare oppose him, then he would return as a spirt and forever haunt them.

The lone wolf came across a cave entrance, if he was to die, then he would not allow his gem to be completely smashed. He crawled inside and took refuge by a giant tree, and as the wolfs gem slowly lost its glow, he began to hear voices. The wolf passed it off, telling himself it was nothing but his grandmother scolding him for passing away too soon.

But the voices grew louder, they claimed a great ordeal was to happen, and that he would play a role in all of it. The wolf laughed pathetically, he started to believe he was going insane.

"Oh yeah?" Says the wolf, deciding to play along with his fading mind. "Why don't you prove yourself by restoring my gem?" A last wish from a dying creature.

There was no response, the wolf turned his head and laughed at himself. He closed his eyes and let darkness overtake him, but darkness was soon replaced with light. The wolf felt something touch him, it slowly began to overtake his entire being. The wolf felt his gem flow with power, and the force pressing against his chest started to slowly fade, allowing him painless breaths. The wolf had several thoughts cross his mind, but each was squashed when the same voice from before spoke. It sounded like a choir of people trying to speak at once, with a odd echo.

"You are to look for a large structure like no other, find the large doorway and enter. There you shall come face to face with a broken man who wears a fake smile, you are to establish friendly relations with this man. He will be your new master, and you shall serve him till he breaths his last breath. This man is neither good nor evil.. But his loyalty shall falter at times. The sun shall set soon, you shouldn't dawdle."

The voices faded and the lone wolf was now able to open his eyes. He did not heavily believe in spirits like the elders of his village, but he was no fool. The lone wolf was given a task by the greater forces of this world, and he accepted the quest. He left the cave and set out in search of the strange structure.

The following days were a blur, after finding the broken man with the fake smile, the lone wolf didn't know how to go about it. He watched and noticed the mans tendency to drink from a bottle, and decided to try and form a bond over the bottle and its contents. He successfully pulled it off, the man grew to like the wolf, and... Admittedly, he grew to like the man as well. The two formed a bond, and the man granted the wolf a privilege he never thought he'd earn, flight. The man brought the wolf into a strange device after spending several days to fix it, he called it his VTOL, and it apparently allowed him, a wingless man, to fly!

He spoke the truth however, and before the wolf knew it, he was soaring through the sky. The man and the wolf had only been together for several days, and the man had already helped the wolf accomplish a dream. The wolf considered the man the father he never had.

And the wolf was happy, happy because he finally had someone he could call family. Though once reminded of his promise of revenge against his former friends, the wolf had something dark awakened inside him. He wanted nothing more than to see his village burnt to the ground! His former neighbors torn limb from limb! Their gems smashed and mixed in cake mix! Which he would then eat! Or maybe he'd give the gems to the dragon that lives with his masters friend. The Twilight Sparkle.....

The wolf agreed to his masters plan of traveling to his former village and massacring everything he knew and loved. And so the two traveled back home, the wolf called it home at least. The man dawned a large metal outfit and equipped a large device with 8 metal tubes placed in a circular fashion. The device spun fast and fired a blaze of fire that destroyed everything that dared to walk in front of his Master.

His Master was kind of a badass.

The duo left home and walked, the wolf was steadfastly intent on going through with the plan. And his Master was just looking to rid himself of boredom, he cared not for the wolves, and didn't mind smashing their gems. (Which is incredibly painful, it's like having your chest get smashed in while you're awake.)

The forest shook with each and everyone of his Masters steps, his outfit provided protection like no other. The man called it a RAMAHS, which apparently was the mans lazy way of making the name shorter. The duo soon arrived after stomping through the forest, and as the wolf watched his Master run as fast as he could into the village, he began to have second thoughts.

The wolf sat on his haunches and thought, he shouldn't kill everyone, he told himself. The wolves were simply afraid of change, they did not want to go from a proud independent race, to a pet that solely relied on its owner to feed it. The wolf finally understood what must be done. He snapped away from his thoughts and gazed upon the town. His master stood in one place and waited for him, he had 3 Timberwolves trying - and failing - to hurt him through his outfit. The wolf rushed forward and jumped on his master, he took a deep breath and bellowed.

"Stop! You fools! Can you not see you're accomplishing nothing!"

The 3 wolves beneath him froze and backed up, they looked at each other and started growling.

"You should be dead! We cracked your gem!" Cried one of the wolves.

Whiskey, as his Master dubbed him, replied with, "I was approached by the great sun gods! They have tasked me with helping the human you see before you!"

The wolves laughed, one stepped forward, "You!? Approached by the sun gods? Don't make me laugh! You can barely handle a bunny!"

Whiskey growled in response, "You and this tribe will soon perish if you do not here my words!"

From the crudely built homes, came the townsfolk. The citizens formed one giant circle and watched the lone wolf atop the metal beast.

The man within the metal beast was confused, he walked all this way to have some fun, not to stand here and act as a podium. But he was certainly confused to see the homes the wolves built, they almost reminded him of Indians... Just they're wooden wolves. Indian wooden wolves... Weird.

As the man played with the thought of wooden Indians, Whiskey gave a speech.

"Here my words former friends! I have traveled to a human settlement and made peace with a group of humans my Master calls friends!"

Whiskey was interrupted by a male wolf yelling, "Your Master?, do you hear yourself wolf? You're nothing but a pet!"

Whiskey growled in annoyance, "Shut your pie-hole!"

The wolf looked away in confusion.

Whiskeys sighed, "It's something I learned from my Master. But anyway! We can make peace with the humans! With the help of this man beneath me, we can progress from a tribe of arrogant wolves who get destroyed by everything we come across, and into a respected creature that is beloved by many!"

Another wolf spoke up, "We are a proud tribe! We shall never abandon our ways!"

The crowed murmured amongst themselves, silently agreeing to what the wolf said.

Whiskey followed with, "Proud you say? Our strongest warrior was destroyed by a infant Manticore! Our kind slowly diminishes as the local wildlife expands their territory! Soon we shall be nothing but thin dust that will inevitably be blown away by the wind! We need to change our ways! Please!"

The crowd grows silent as they talk among themselves, soon the people of the village speaks.

"Go away you pet!" Yells one wolf.

"Return from where you came and stay there!" Yells another.

"Go eat a burning stick!" Yells yet another.

Whiskeys wooden ears collapse on the side of his head, the wolf has nothing but shame and regret filling his body. The citizens of his previous village refuse to accept progress, they refuse to roll the dice and pass Go! In order to collect their $200. They'd rather let the competition buy up every other property and improve amongst themselves. So that when the day comes, when they finally decide to roll the dice, they're gonna land on enemy property that will suck every penny from their pocket. Until they inevitably go bankrupt and get removed from the fucked up game that is life.

Whiskey accepted this.

Just like his Master, one who has experienced great loss in his life, who accepted every card dealt his way. Whiskey turned his back, this time for the last time. The villagers would not chase him, they would not attempt to harm him. They let him walk.

For he was no longer one of them.

Whiskey jumped off his Master and tried to push him in the opposite direction of the village. The man, who finally accepted the idea of wooden Indians, noticed the tension in the air. He knew that his trusty wooden buddy was communicating to them in some way, and he had a faint idea of something going wrong.

After looking at the large group of wooden wolves, the man looked down at his sad looking companion.

"We leaving so soon?" The man asked.

The wolf looked up and nodded.

That was all he needed, he turned and started walking away, never looking back. Sure, he was saddened that he just got denied his satisfaction of fun, but he knew something was up. The way Whiskey walked told the entire story.

Whiskey never looked back himself. He was willing to allow his village to die out, they refused to listen to reason. And just like he learned from his Master.... Sometimes.. If you really love something...

You gotta let it go.

BAD END

Author's Notes:

This chapter is supposed to delve more into Whiskeys backstory.

This is what Whiskey looks like.

The art is not mine, it was drawn by Eosphorite, I actually manage to get a name this time. ( if yah want, check him out on DevianArt! Cuz that's where I found him.)

No that wasn't a plug.

Also, here's some dialogue I've been experimenting with.

"I do not belong here Luna. I'm not used to all this fresh air, and all these nice people. I'm used to always having to wear a breathing mask, and to everyone you meet trying to use you in some way or fashion."

Luna closed one eye and pulled the trigger, the gun recoiled and a fresh hole appeared in the holographic target. Luna lowered the handgun and looked at you, "The way you speak of your kind makes me wonder how you all won the war."

You chuckle, "During the war, there was no America, or Russia, or China. There was just man, standing side by side, unified for one simple goal. Saving humanity."

"Your kind makes me weary of our future." Luna disposed of a empty magazine and inserted a new one. "If the technology aboard this ship was to be exposed... I just hope we remain a peaceful nation."

You lower your gun and glance at her, before continuing to fire your gun.

"I'm afraid that's going to change Luna, war is going to happen, if not tomorrow, then some other day. Griffionia is a nation hungry for expansion, and when it realizes you're trying to starve it... Well, let's just say people change when they're hungry."

That may or may not be apart of a future chapter.

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