After Action Report from Strike Team Bravo-Lima-Seven-Two-Five

Strike team was unable to locate target within the ruble of Casto High Security Storage Site. Rebel forces were spotted fleeing area with what appeared to be target. Strike Team Bravo-Lima-Seven-Two-Five gave pursuit while Stroke Team Echo-Zulu-Zero-Eight-Four secured area around target zone.

Strike team lost the Rebels when they entered the sewers under Calten and do to risk of being ambushed Lieutenant Smithers order gave the order to return to the surface and help secure the Target Zone…

Waking up in total darkness was becoming normal to Twilight to an extent, though each time she awoke to the darkness she was unable to move more of her body and this time was no different, though this time she was unable to move anything but her head. She mentally sighed, if she lost anything else she wouldn’t survive as she’s already lost everything non-vital to her survival. While Dr. Anderson had replacement lungs and hearts there was no way to really modify them to work with her biology, the eyes had been a long shot.

Which meant there was no second chance if anything she had left was damaged, lucky she wore armor over the rest of her body and it slowed down the armor piercing bullets enough so they didn’t do any damage she couldn’t heal with a quick spell. As she laid there waiting for Dr. Anderson to bring her limbs online she mentally went over all the injuries she has sustained to her body, when knew that the quick spells she used only closed the wound, but when in combat she didn’t have time for a full spell so they left a scar, Twilight wondered how many scars she will have by the time she returns home?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap to her shoulder telling her to lift her head. Within a moment she felt the click and the pain washed over her body and she breathed in sharply through gritted teeth. She had to squeeze her eyes shut as they were flooded with the overhead lights of the infirmary, once the numbers stopped dancing in her vision she slowly opened them once again.

Twilight blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted and she was greeted by the expected sight of Dr. Anderson and Dr. Grey but was surprised to see Marcus sitting on one of the cots with his arm in a sling. She smiled at him. “Hey I see Dr. Grey finally let you leave your quarters finally.” She said as she started to run through the same checks she always had to go through when her limbs came back online.

“Yeah, and I see you have rejoined us again.” He said chuckling.

Once her checks were done Twilight rolled onto her hooves and stretched before tilting her head side to side resulting in a pop each time. “Yes I have, death still hasn’t caught up to me yet.” She said with a chuckle. It was good to see Marcus as do to her new responsibilities she now had had a chance to visit it. He had been shot in the arm and shoulder while evacuation the Infirmary when the old base had been attacked by the Mercs.

“Somehow at this point I’m starting to think you are unkillable.” Her friend said as he stood up and made his way over to her. “So I never got to congratulate you on the promotion.” He said. “So…Congratulations.”

Twilight nodded. “Thanks Marcus, congrats on surviving a frantic evacuation.” She said before looking over at Dr. Grey and Dr. Anderson. “So Docs, am I cleared for light duty?”

“I don’t see why not.” Dr. Grey said. “Shouldn’t take more than a few days for your body to recover and adjust.”

Twilight nodded. “Alright, I can catch up on paperwork and reports.” She said and seeing as she couldn’t think of anything else she turned for the door. “See you later Doctors and Marcus.”

“Catch you later Twilight.” Marcus called after her as the door closed behind her.

Twilight made her way down the many tunnels that made up the Rebel base, her rear hooves whirring slightly with each step and each time she step on metal they made a noticeable clang. She really needed to set up the silence enchantment, though she was sure only she noticed the sound the servos made it was a very annoying sound. To anyone she passed it looked as if she was wondering aimlessly through the base when in fact she knew exactly where she was going, she was just taking the scenic route to help adjust to her new legs.

Luckily she was used to cybernetics at this point so only had a little trouble keeping her rear hooves in sync with her front hooves, by that she only tripped herself and fell flat on her face three times before she reached her destination.

Walking into the room that served as the logistics side of the Rebel’s war against the government Twilight quickly waved off the salutes she received from the men and women in the room. “I want the report on my last mission.” She told the lieutenant that was in charge of the room. The women gave a quick salute before wading into the sea of desks and filing cabinet. It didn’t take long for her to return with a file that Twilight promptly opened.

Reading over the contents confirmed what she feared, the only two members of Silence made it back alive, the rest of the squad being wiped out by… “Black armored Feds?” Twilight said out loud and looked up at the lieutenant. “IS this a typo?” She asked pointing at the words.

The Rebel officer shook her head. “No ma’am, that’s what Corporal Tampa and Private First Class Vickers described.”

Twilight looked over the report. The rebels had no information on Feds wearing solid black armor; they were always in the black and white armor. Who were these new units and what did they mean? Could they have been more mercenaries? No, no way would the Feds work with Mercs in Special Forces tear armor and if they were able to ambush Silence then they were extremely well trained as Sergeant Berm had been a very careful man and his squad were all well trained snipers who noticed little details.

Twilight would need to get their intelligence branch on this ASAP as unknown units were not a good thing. Twilight read over the rest of the report, the squad she sent to attack a checkpoint had succeeded with ease and the Second squad sent to attack a large patrol had lost a single soldier so that was a success. That just left.

“Do we know what happened to Wolfpack Squad?” Twilight asked looking back up at the lieutenant.

The officer shook her head. “Negative ma’am, last report we got was of them returning from their attack on the guard station and then nothing, we sent a couple squads to look for them but they came up empty. For now we are listing them as MIA”

Twilight nodded and looked back over the report; it wasn’t unheard of for squads to have to go into hiding for a few days to avoid leading the Feds back to base. Twilight handed the report back. “Thank you, if you hear anything about Wolfpack let me know.” The lieutenant saluted once more and Twilight left the room, she had a few things to take care of this day, one of which was getting that Celestia-damned enchantment on her legs before that noise drove her more insane then she already was.

Private Wallace slowly woke up to complete darkness, a which check told him he wasn’t tied up and that he wasn’t blind folded, the room was just dark. Blinking several times to try and get his eyes to adjust to the darkness his memories slowly surfaced.

Him and the rest of Wolfpack had just attacked a guard station, why the Feds called their garrisons in the city guard stations he had no idea, and were on their way back to base when they were suddenly surrounded by Fed special forces, well that’s what they looked like, Wallace was sure special forces didn’t wear solid black armor.

Before Wolfpack could do anything to put up a fight the black armored soldiers had disarmed them and had them all on the ground. The last thing Wallace remembers was them injecting something into his neck and the word spinning away.

Shit he had been captured, at least somewhat, he wasn’t restrained as far as he could tell, actually all he could tell was that his armor had been removed, as had his shirt so he was just in his pants and boots. He also was aware of a burning and slight itching sensation on his right shoulder blade. Reaching back he thought he felt a bandage over the area.

Before he could investigate further a bright spot light snapped out aimed right at his face. Wallace flinched and put up a hand to try to block the light.

“aH G0Od, YoU Are Aw4Ke, I WaS BegINniNg t0 w0rRy.” Came a distorted voice as someone stepped up beside spot light. All Wallace could see of the person was that they wore thick rubber boots on their feet and a rubber apron and that Wallace himself was in a small cage.

“Who the hell are you?” Wallace demanded.

“P3aSE, N0 n3eD f0R HOstiLitY, YoU aRe QuIEt SaFE, I HaV3 no InTENtioN of lAYinG a FinGer on yoU.” The voice said.

“Oh yeah? Then why am I here?” Wallace asked trying to glare at the owner of the voice; it was difficult do to the speaking standing right next to the spotlight.

“th4t is sIMpLE PrivAT3, so Th4t y0u c4n deLIVER a m3ssaGe to your ComManDer for Me.” The voice responded.

“Yeah? And what’s the message?” Wallace asked.

In answer the spotlight shut off plunging Wallace into complete darkness once again. He was blinded when another set of lights snapped on over four figures laying naked strapped to medical tables struggling against the bounds and the gags in their mouths.

Wallace instantly recognized the rest of his squad. “It’s a SIMpl3 m3SsaGE.” The figures said, Wallace could now see them clearly, the speaker wore thick rubber boots as he ahd thought and the apron was rubber as well, in addition they also wore thick rubber gloves and some sort of mask over their nose and mouth, most likely what was disguising their voice. Wallace couldn’t tell much else as the rest of the clothes looked like surgical scrubs and he wore a small helmet with a raised clear plastic shield.
“T3lL her, ThIS is JuSt th3 B3gINinG.” The figure said before lowering the face shield and walking over to the struggling Rebel Soldiers as he wheeled over a table topped with surgical equipment’s, power tools and even a car battery with jumper cables.

With horror Wallace realized what was going on as the figure stopped beside Wolfpack’s sergeant and picked up a scalpel. And then the screaming started.

Author's Notes:

I know this chapter is way short, but for what happens in it I don't think it really needs o be longer, also I am still on break from this story, I just got a bit of drive to finish writing this chapter.

also even though this chapter is short I think it has a lot to it in my opinion just with the implications.