The Fallen Soldier

Chapter 41 or 42

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The bar smelled like alcohol, this wasn't a surprise by any means.

It's late, you just walked back from Colgate's house... Or your house. Whatever works. You dropped off your Trench coat and stayed long enough for the sun to set. You had a long conversation with Colgate, ranging from your next choice of employment, to your plans with Whiskey.

Colgate didn't like Whiskey. Some kind of personal baggage, or at least that's what she said.

You approached the the Front Bar and sat in a empty stool, the Bartender stopped cleaning a mug and approached you.

"Hey Anderson." He began. "Back so soon?"

You chuckled, "Yeah, I miss you too. Get me a drink now."

He playfully scoffed, "What'll it be?"

Your eyes scanned the bottles in the back, eventually landing on a lone glass bottle labeled, Spiced Rum.

You point at the bottle, "Spiced Rum."

The bartender nods and swiftly fills a mug with the beverage. Moments later, he sets the filled mug in front of you. He wishes you well and walks off to continue cleaning the other mugs. Your talk with him was brief, almost practiced. You didn't come here to talk, you came here to drink, he knows that and respects it.

You eye the mug in front of you, you've never tried this kind of drink before. It would be your first time ordering here something that wasn't... Whiskey.

Heh.

Your flesh hand inched towards the mug and wrapped around the glass handle. You licked your lips and brought it up to your mouth, it smelled okay enough. You gulped some of the drink down.

It rightfully deserved the Spicy part of its name, it burned your tongue and left a disgusting aftertaste. You took another gulp and re-lived the moment. And another, and another.

You get the point.

The mug was empty before you knew it, but it beckoned to be refilled. You told Colgate you wouldn't drink too much. You considered stopping at one mug. But ultimately decided to wave the bartender over.

He re-filled your mug and wished you well once again.

You took a gulp of the spicy drink, it's bitter aftertaste shook you to the core. Your stomach was warm, and your head was swirling. You took another gulp and looked around the bar. A couple guys and girls sat in the tables strewn through out the building, but the counter wasn't empty now.

A lone woman sat a couple seats from you, she had dark colored hair and ocean blue eyes. She had an entire bottle sitting in front of her. She was drinking some kind of grape flavored wine.

When did she get here? When did she sit down? Why weren't you paying attention?

You blamed the drink in front of you.

She brought the bottle up to her lips and took a sip. She laid the bottle down and her head twisted to look at you. Feeling embarrassed, you quickly look down at the mug in front of you. You distorted reflection could be seen on the drink.

You quickly forget about the woman sitting a couple seats from you, your drunken mind was now filled with thoughts on how you'd take down a entire nation.

You've got a deadline to meet, and if you fail to meet it, Equestria could be destroyed.

A heavy word, Destroyed.

Equestria... Destroyed.

You couldn't help but imagine the horrendous things that Griffons might do to the citizens of Equestria. Executions? Slaverly? Rape? You're not entirely sure about what Griffons do with the city's they conquer. Or even the nation's they conquer.

You've gotta put a end to this. And soon.

Tomorrow, you'll head out to the Head Quarters and gear up. You'll prep the VTOL for a vacation. Ammo. Guns. Food. Medicine. You really wish you could just bring some kind of mobile base with you.

Wait. Fuck. That's right.

M.B.F.L.R.

Mobile Base For Land Purposes.

Dumb name, gotta rename it later.

You had your mug refilled for the 4th time, you're really enjoying this Spiced Rum.

Back on the topic of plans. You could totally un-attach a M.B.F.P, but then you'd have to go through the trouble of DRIVING all the way to Griffonia. But it'd make a perfect hideout for your vacation in Griffonia.

It produces its own power, it's got room for plenty of guns, and it can carry a couple vehicles depending on there size. Driving it through the Everfree is going to be the biggest pain in the ass though. You'll have to run over a shit ton of trees, then constantly check the thing for any damage.

If only you knew a Mage who was highly gifted in the art of magic. Man, where do you even begin to look for someone like that?! Wait.

Never mind.

You really wish you could get that giant ass ship flying. But that's WAY outa your league! You need equipment meant to build skyscrapers! Cranes and all the shit. Whatever, too drunk for this anyway.

You finished the 4th mug and raised your hand to ask for a refill. As your hand went to wave, another hand appeared from the side and grabbed yours. You looked to the left.

It was the woman from before, just much closer.

You don't say.

She leaned even closer and whispered, "You're augmented. Heavily."

Your drunken self was caught off guard, "Yes." You reply.

"State your place of origin. Now." She commanded, leaning back.

Your drunken self automatically relied with, "Earth, America, Illinois, American space military."

The woman went blank for a second, she blinked back to life. "You are of human birth correct?"

You nod.

"Did you fight in the war a year ago?"

How... How does she know about that? You barely told anyone, unless Twilight opened her big mouth.

Hesitantly, you nod again.

The woman steps away, she walks back to her glass bottle of wine and picked it up. She turned and walked towards you, she held the bottle out, as if she was going to give it to you. Your drunken self was more than happy to receive a free drink if it meant telling a story or two.

Even it was wine, at least you'd be sharing it with an attractive woman.

Once close enough, the woman suddenly reached out and grabbed your metal arm. With uncanny strength, she slammed it onto the wooden counter with enough force to shatter the wood. Your drunken self was confused.

Very confused.

You looked back up and started to say, "What the fuck man."

All you got out was, "Wha-" Before her wine bottle slammed into the side of your face.

Blood was in your eyes, blood was on your clothes, blood was everywhere.

It was all a blur, it happened so fast.

Some of the guys in the bar tried to help, hell, even the Bartender jumped over with a broken bottle. She took them all down, even used the bottle against him, he's laying around here somewhere. A bottle lodged in his leg.

Your head was hurt, badly.

After receiving a glass bottle to the face, she slammed your head against the counter, it broke your nose. She then threw you on the floor, where she proceeded to grab the stool you were once on, and break it over your chest.

(Meaning she hit him in the chest hard enough to break the stool.)

You crawled over to a table, the sounds of other men getting their asses kicked was going all through out the bar. You gripped a chair and slowly pulled yourself up, you steadied yourself and turned to face the woman.

She stood alone, surrounded by (hopefully) unconscious men. She looked at you and started to approach you. You brain fought to find answers, but the layer of alcohol didn't help any.

It did numb the pain though.

But why was she attacking you? How was she so strong? How much does she know?

An idea struck you.

You activated your personal HUD and attempted to scan her. The HUD kicked on, it flickered and flickered, before turning to a red screen that read.

[REPAIR REQUIRED]

Fuck.

The woman was getting closer with every step, you didn't want to kill her, but it might be inevitable. Your metal arm reached behind you and grabbed a chair, you feigned panic and waited for her to get closer.

"Please!" You beg. "Don't hurt me!" You pretend to flinch and cower.

You honestly can't tell if she buys it or not. But once she stepped a step closer, you swung the chair from out behind you. Two of the pegs on the chair clocked her in the chin and in the chest.

She didn't go down.

She moved with the flow of the hit, she turned back and continued walking. Now too close for comfort, her hand reached out and grabbed you by the neck, she lifted you into the air and body slammed you on the table.

The table broke in two, causing you to slam against the stone floor, your back was now officially hurting even more than your face. The woman kicked a piece of the table aside and used her foot to crush your flesh hand.

She just broke a couple of your fingers.

You hollered out in pain and cursed at the woman, calling her a Rainbow of names.

The woman smirked and knelt down, she pulled a serrated knife from thin air and raised it high in the air. Intent on killing you here and now.

You weren't having any of that.

Your flesh hand was useless, but your metal one wasn't.

Using your metal hand, you launched a fierce left-hook that caught her in the cheek. She jerked to the left, and this was enough time to pull your SAS-24 out from its holster and place it underneath her chin.

You didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

Shouts rang, a couple hot .45 casing landed on your bare shoulder. It burned.

The woman fell on her side, she didn't move and she didn't bleed.

Wait... What?

You rubbed your eyes and checked again, no blood. How? You just... You just shot the crazed woman in the head 4 times! How is there no blood!?

You flipped yourself over and pushed yourself up, you rubbed your back and looked down at the woman. Her face lost its color and her eyes turned red. She started to rise again. She looked at you, her red eyes beamed and flashed.

She started walking towards you once again.

You backed up against the bar counter and started laughing. You leaned back and reached beneath the counter, you felt around and grabbed a bottle. You brought it back up and checked the bottle.

"This is the expensive shit." You mumble through the blood running down your face.

You slammed the cap against the counter, it broke off and some of the valuable liquid flew out. You brought the bottle up to your mouth and took the largest gulp you could manage. The woman stepped too close for comfort.

You casually brought your right leg up and used it to shove the woman, she fell on her back. You took another gulp of the alcohol, peacefully watching the woman stumble back onto her feet. You watched her approach you again, you took another quick gulp of the bottle.

You pushed yourself off the counter and towards the approaching woman, you raised the bottle and slammed it into her face. Sending the glass and drink everywhere. The woman twitched, stumbled backwards, collapsed on her knees, and fell on her face.

You wordlessly waited for the woman to get back up again, she didn't this time. You looked around the bar, your eyes landing on the bartender with a bottle in his leg. You limped towards him and knelt on your knee.

Since half of both your legs were metal, you were incapable of feeling fatigue in them. You used your good arm to poke the man in the face. He mumbled something and weakly smacked your hand away, he was alive. But not for much longer.

You didn't have any healing utensils, and you were in no condition to perform any procedures. Using what medical knowledge you have, you deduced the idea that the bottle didn't cut too deeply. His only problem was bleeding out, and maybe infection. Fuck if you know.

You stood back up, you looked around for something to wrap around his leg. You noticed a rag laying on the counter, it probably wasn't clean enough though. Whatever. You limped towards the rag and quickly snatched it off the counter, you hurried back to the fading bartender.

You knelt back down and eyed the bottle lodged in his leg. You're going to have to pull it out. You firmly gripped the handle and tugged, the bartender shot up, yelling in pain.

"OW THAT HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER." He yelled.

You focused on pulling the bottle out, offering words of encouragement, "I'll make it quick, I gotta cover this or you'll die of blood loss." You looked him in the eyes, smirking. "A little pain is worth your life right?"

The bartender quickly nodded and tried his best to silent his cries of pain. The bottle was out before he knew it, you attempted to wrap the rag around with one arm. The bartender noticed your troubles, and like the respectable man he is, tried to help bandage himself.

He helped wrap it around, and tied it himself, you couldn't with only one working hand.

Now that he was bandaged, he'd need professional help. "Think you can walk on that leg?"

The bartender looked uncertain, but confidently nodded, "Y-yeah, I can walk."

You nodded and grabbed the man's hand and helped him up, you threw his arm over your shoulder and walked him towards the door. As the two of you walked, the bartender looked back and cursed.

"H-hey! That woman's back up again!" You could practically feel the terror in his voice.

You were incredibly exhausted, sore, and bleeding heavily yourself. And a buddy was bleeding out and could really use medical attention.

You. Really. Didn't. Have. Time. For. This.

You had the bartender rest on a table while you finished the job.

You turned and quickly approached the woman, her red eyes blinked and dimmed slightly. You stepped closer and side-stepped her attempt to punch you. With enough force to shatter wood and dent metal, you slammed your robotic hand into her face.

This would kill any average human.

The woman collapsed on her side again, you pulled your SAS-24 out and aimed at her head.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.

The gun clicked empty, the slide locked in place, the magazine was now empty.

The woman had another 8 holes in her head, she was dead now, there's no physical way she could live through that. Unless she was a... Robot.

That would explain a lot.

You didn't have time for this, you returned to the bartender and helped him walk to the hospital. It was a long, cold walk, the empty streets made this easier though.

The bartenders medical bill clocked out at around 300 bits.

You were kind enough to pay this bill for him, you felt at fault here. After dropping the bartender off at the hospital, you returned to the bar and discovered the woman was an alien robot built during the Great Space War.

She looked human, acted human, even thinks like a human. But her goal is to inevitably betray the humans and kill them all. Today she attempted to do just that. To finish what she was programmed to do.

You survived through this endeavor however, like every other obstacle thrown in your way, this was just another testament to your skill.

Should you feel better? You feel as if you just relived the war, having to fight another one of those things. Though this fight was easier than the others, your years of experience came to your aid. But if this thing is alive and running, then that means there may be more of them, and they all had to have came from some other ship out there.

And that ship isn't human, it's alien, and it's technology is out there in the world. Technology built to purposely kill humans. That isn't good, obviously enough, it's another thing you can add to your list however.

Stop a nation trying to take over the world. Then find and exterminate every alien ship trying to kill all humans.

I guess you can't rest after you bring this war to an end, why would you? It's like the gods themselves are preventing you from having any extended amount of rest.

Today, you can add another scar to your body. It's story forever burned onto your body.

Tomorrow, you prepare to bring a nation to its knees. You'll make the Griffin king beg for his life.

You'll end this quickly.

Author's Notes:

Hey! I'm back!

Let's get one thing straight.

THIS STORY WILL NEVER BE CANCELLED, NOR WILL IT EVER GO ON HIATUS.

I may disappear for day, weeks, months, hell - maybe even years!

But this story won't end until we reach the end, or if I die of mysterious causes.

But that's not gonna happen, so REJOICE!!! IM BACK!

How many of you saw this twist coming? The strange woman from last chapter was actually a robot built to destroy all humans!? What a twist! Also new threats welcomed into the story! What a twist!

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