Blazing Muzzles

Chapter Two

By Blaze Spectrum

At first, the pod stood still. But then, I heard a humming sound building up above the pod. Probably to launch me, after all, we WERE in space. After three seconds, the pod shot downwards, and making my head hit the roof of the pod. I expected to have a throbbing pain at my head, but instead, there a a soft bump. I slapped myself after realizing I was in armour. Of course, the slap, was barely noticeable beneath three centimetres of armour.

I felt the lack of gravity, it was, well awkward. The station had generated artificial gravity, so I never got to feel it totally. So, instinctively, I grabbed the handles. Looking through the ultra durable glass door, I found we were going near. I could feel a slight pull of gravity again. It gave slight relief but I was still admittedly frightened. I could see the heat building up from the window, and the feeling that the pod was going to incinerate every moment. After the heat disappeared, I could see the clouds, feel the normal gravity. I always enjoyed planes landing, but this, this was different. This was being inside of a small tube falling to ground at fatal speeds.

After a few minutes, I looked at the altitude bar, it read a kilometre.

"Only a kilometre left?!" I thought, this was gonna be a real rattler. I looked rather anxiously at the altitude bar.

900 m

700 m

500 m

300 m

100 m

"Yeah, a real rattler," I thought.

50 m

20 m

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be suffering from a devastating earthquake. After about ten seconds of rattling, I noticed that I had drop down with the door facing the ground.

"Damn!" I shouted. I racked my brain for anything about an emergency, exit, and luckily, I recalled a rear exit.

Looking at the rear, I saw a button cover with glass which said 'Emergency Exit'. Most of the glass had been shattered, but it was still evident. So without hesitating, I smacked the button.

At first, there was a quiet hum, then, I noticed the rear come loose. I punched it open, I was out!

Looking up, I saw the other space marines, who had apparently waiting for me. Only four had landed near me. Put it simply, we all introduced ourselves to reduce confusion, the team was:

Stream

Doug

Charlotte (Prefers Char)

Maddie

After that, we simply moved out.

It wasn't until then I realized how ague our orders were. They simply told us to eliminate all hostiles. Simple enough.

Proceeding down a dark alley, I noticed something. The place was run down. Typical for a metropolis. A sign said we were on west 51st Street 8th Avenue. Peering out of the corner, saw nothing of interest. There was a place in front of us called Hampton Inn. Maybe it would provide decent cover. I passed a store which said something about 8G, and how it was 50 times faster then 3G. Blah blah blah.

I kicked the door. Only to find that it was a automatic door, it slid open just fine. I slapped my self again.

We all took cover behind furniture. After several minutes, an AR marine squad came in. I grabbed my Battle Rifle from my back. Aimed, it didn't have a scope but it wouldn't be much use in such close quarters. My HUD said that the BR holds up to ten bullets per clip, that would serve just fine. I put a bullet through the back of one of the marine's orange helmet. A surge of blood came from the wound and he fell down, with blood pouring out of his mouth, clearly dead. It didn't feel satisfying, it just felt, kind of neutral. I guessed the only thing that didn't make me feel guilty was that they weren't innocent.

Unfortunately, my weapon wasn't silenced, but it didn't matter anyways, they turned around to face me, one of them yelled out,"Fucking UPSN Space Marines!"

But he got killed by a three round RFK3 Burst, they turned away to face Char. Strange, isn't it? How when ever you kill someone everyone else begins facing you. Well that instinct cost them another marine, cause Stream jumped out of cover,

flying, and effectively killed another Marine with his RFK3. Doug killed another with a SMR round. Me, switching my SMR to my RFK3, forced him to the ground. Facing me he watched in horror as I shoved five armour piercing bullets down his throat.

After that, nopony said anything just reloaded their weapons. I did the same, we should be ready for what ever awaited us.

Well, we were right because another squad noticed the corpses on the ground. They stopped to check them. Big mistake. Maddie took on of there heads of, resulting in more blood and disturbing bits of head. Doug got another one with another one with six RFK3 round to the chest of one of them. In other word, they were helpless. The last one was out of sight. I rolled over to the area near the elevators. using the corner as cover. I looked at the elevators for a moment, but then I got tackled to the ground, I looked up to see a aggravated marine pointing his IURF2 at my visor. My allies raised their weapons, but soon, they found that they were jammed, and so, had to do some twitching with them. I looked up at the marine, that idiot had fallen for my counter trap.

"Any last words?" he asked me cockily. The 'words' were spat out of his mouth.

"Idiot," I responded.

"What?!"

"You IDIOT!" I said, almost laughing.

He looked down at his chest, to find a very particular combat knife sticking out of it. As soon as he looked up in horror, I wrenched the knife out, effectively killing him.

Well that was a close shave.

Almost immediately, several AR Space Marines stormed in. Their helmets had spikes at the back adorning the armour piece. Decals covered their armour of many different things. The first thing I did was snatch a grenade from the marine I had just stabbed. I threw it at the squad's center. That caused three to roll away, the two left who took too long to process what was happening were instantly reduced to a charred heap of flesh and metal. For some, reason, the sight almost made me want to vomit. I didn't resist it, but I didn't vomit anyways. I allowed my allies to do the rest.

Then, a space marine with a machine gun began to fire a hail of bullets. Doug, who was unfortunate enough to be charging, got his right leg pumped with lead. Crippled, he fell to the ground. His leg was torn off by the bullets. But again, he got shot there about twenty times. He was slowly bleeding out, and in a last ditch effort, grabbed his sidearm and eliminated another

unfortunate troop. I knew military issue defibrillators were infused with a complex magical spell which could mend even the most severe of wounds. But there wasn't one nearby, so I could only watch him slowly die a painful death.

I don't know what happened to sanity but I rolled out of cover, into the volley of twenty millimetre rounds. One bounced of my visor, leaving a crack an inch large. I opened hell on the machine gunner with my RFK3, three shots hit his head, the first one made a dent, the second made noticeable damage, and the third, after the damage sustained, was fatal. But once he died, three bullets that still haven't hit anything hit me in the chest. The health indicator, dropped to 120. The move had halved my health from full. While 240 may sound like a lot to be able to take, I don't know, the aspect of armour makes you feel more safe then you actually are. I saw a grenade roll in, which, rather ironically, charred up Char. I reloaded my RFK3, and holstered it onto my magnetic back's right side. I drew my combat knife from its sheath and slit another marine's throat. That idiot was stupid enough to approaching.

Doug, who was still dying, got his brains blasted out by a sniper rifle. Out of anger I threw the knife at the sniper.

You know, when you're mad. Normally, you tend to make mistakes a lot. Not in my case. It was the complete opposite. the knife slashed into her right side, allowing or her to drop down and slowly die. I walked right up to her, and to guarantee no more suffering for her, wrenched the blade out. I didn't even bother to even shake some blood off the blade before sheathing it.

"Yeah," I thought."Freaking terrific start, lost only three."

Then, I set my eyes on the Equestria State Building. I realised that they may very well be hiding in there. It must explain it all. The Equestria State Building. And now, despite not being the tallest building in Manehatten anymore, it was still important enough.

"Well," I asked Stream,"Can you fly us to the Equestria State Building?"

"No can do. I'm not the strongest flier and we're both in full armour."

"Come ON! The armour weighs only three kilograms! It's tinfoil and titanium fused together with magic to make something as light as if it was made of tinfoil! And strong as titanium!"

He replied with,"How do you remember ALL those facts?!"

"You avoiding the subject?!"

"No, put it bluntly, fully grown earth ponies weigh a hundred and eight pounds! I weigh nearly HALF of that!"

Well, he did have a point there. He wasn't a machine. And he was built for flying, and I wasn't. He had hollow bones and more natural weight reductions. My structure was built with durability and strength and with all the biological operation of the body, I wouldn't be light at all.

Looked like we would have to walk there.

After a long hour of walking down seventeen blocks, we finally were at the entrance. Two marine guards were took down with swift SMR rounds to the head. One had an shotgun while the other had a ULR Silenced Sniper. Wouldn't hurt for me too exchange weapons.

Grabbing my SMR, I dropped it and my four spare clips on the ground. I grabbed the sniper and five clips. The AR's design for a standard issue sniper rifle was a silenced weapon, with four round per clip. Unfortunately to achieve this capacity they had to lower the speed of each bullet. Or maybe fortunately when used against you. Because you have a split second to evade. While few escape, some have to at least kill the sniper.

I hugged the wall when I was inside, couldn't risk an ambush. Grabbing the sniper, I noticed the ground floor was empty. I noticed that the second floor was rather heavily guarded with no cover but pillars with some television screens, which would blow up if enough damage is received. Perfect sniper practice. A large, open room with bad cover. Awesome.

I blew a space marine's head off. Better to take out the larger threats. The rifle barely made a whisper, true to what the lecture had told me. Blowing some more heads off, it wasn't long until I was down to two spare clips.

Oh, and by heavily guarded I mean by public standards, there was only two space marine squads, which I took out with three clips and a half. Five marine squads, and I got two more out of one squad. It was rather amusing, really, how you could blow heads off and have ponies scrambling for cover.

Well, now, time to stop being nice. We both charged out with our RFK3s, pumping whoever went in our way with lead. Until it was down to one. I had three clips left. I stuck it to my back's right side and unsheathed my combat knife. The blood that didn't get to escape was kind of rusted into the blade.

He didn't have weapons, but he was trying to reach for one. And so, he received a roundhouse kick to his chest. He surely would have been moaning if I didn't get him in the chest plate. Somehow, he maintained his balance, and so, I slid the knife just between his eyes and nose. Then, I slashed at his chest. He was already dying. So I kicked him at the window, which smashed, with him tumbling out of it.

Then, it hit me.

"What kind of sadistic bastard am I?!"

But I ignored it, passing it off as my temper. We needed all the attention we could need. We were going to clear the Equestria State Building of hostiles. And more importantly, Manehatten.

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