(Miiora)

"I'm taking a shit." Fallons voice says from the darkness I then hear a rustle and a hand brush against my tail.

"Sorry." He says before the door opens and he steps out into the night. I have found that this is something that is Fallons worst enemy, every time he tries to relieve himself something has cut him off. And now two days since the attack on the airfield as we sit in the dark inside the jeep he has had enough. And almost on cue.

'Hitman one-one this is Hitman two, over.' Ficks voice comes over the radio, Forbes spits out of the window before picking up the receiver.

"Standing by to copy. Over." Forbes says into the receiver.

'I need Two-one actual on the hook. Over.' I hear Forbes's armor rustle as he tries to come up with something.

"Two-one Actual is... um on a mission. Taking a dump. First combat dump on planet. Over." he says. I hear humming and see the company commander walking by our vehicle carrying a UEC rifle.

'Two-one, when he returns, have Two-one Actual contact me. Over.'

"Roger that." Forbes says I then feel a weight on my shoulder and turn to see Trombley has fallen asleep somehow. I go back to scratching SABO dust off of my horns which feels like finally scratching an itch that has been just out of reach. After a few minutes of this I here low singing and see Fallon walking back carrying the cleansing tissue.

"Good dump, Sergeant?" Trombley asks waking up as Avery Fallon sits back down in the passenger seat putting things away. Fallon is like a worrisome clutch mother he constantly worries about our health, whether or not we have eaten, are hydrated or something along those lines. No one has been this worried about my well being since my mother it is strange to say the least.

"Excellent. Shit my brains out. Not too hard, not too runny." I look at Trombley questioningly and get no answer.

"It sucks when it's runny and you have to wipe fifty times." The young marine says looking at the back of Fallons head.

"Thats not what I'm talking about. If it's too hard or too soft, something's not right. You might have a problem that affects combat readiness." Fallon explained

"And it should be a little bit acid, Trombley. Burn your asshole a little when it comes out." Forbes comments.

"Maybe on your little bitch asshole, Michel, from all the cock that's been stuffed up it." Fallon rebukes to our driver.

"Man we marines are so homoerotic, it's all we talk about. You ever realize how homoerotic this whole thing is?" another marine says from the side door one of Fallons friends.

"LT wants to see you Avery." the Gunnery sergeant says walking up.

"Oh shit, I forgot to tell you he was on the radio for you." Forbes says making Fallon stop and stare annoyed at him never breaking eye contact with Forbes as he gets out.

"I'm sorry." Forbes says sarcastically.

"Garza how are your legs? they alright standing in that turret all day?" Gunny Parkins asks.

"Good, gunny. I'm Mexican I'm too hard to feel nothing from that. I got retard strength." Garza says from the turret he has been standing on all day.

"I got good news, guys and gal. We're on twenty-five percent watch. That means three of you get to sleep a couple hours." he says before walking away.

"Sleep? what kind of Fucked-up war is this?" Trombley says.

"One that says shut the fuck up and accept that god has gifted you dipshits with getting some decent shut-eye for a few hours." Parkins barks before grabbing the cleansing tissue and a shovel and walking to a nearby clear spot. I actually join the others in laughing at this

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(Fallon)

"The Helldivers say they hit TA convoy. Captured eleven soldiers, showed them on Pony TV. Abusing them on TV."

"Shit, they raped the one Woman soldier. They broke her bones then raped her...." I hear.

"News gents. In this neck of space when they capture soldiers. Not just the women get raped." I say as i walk up to Fick and the other team leaders with my assistant team leader "Shadow" by my side.

"In your dreams Avery." he says

"As we have learned from the twelve hours we spent getting our asses shot at in that ambush two days ago the enemy's got some fight in him. We got word from Helldiver X that the enemy is up to something in Saddlebar. Whatever it is they pushed back the Sixth and destroyed the seventh the ATLAS's made it out. I am assured that we will be rolling out of here before dawn." Fick says

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(Miiora)

"I'll trade you pop-tarts." Garza says as we are stopped seeing that I have opened what the Marines call an MRE or meals ready to eat.

"I've got these pretzels cheese snacks." I say

"Yeah, I'll take 'em." he says as we exchange the snacks.

"Sucker." he says standing back up.

"Anyone want a Charms?" Trombley asks kindly and all hell breaks loose. everyone in the jeep jumps and looks at him angrily even Fallon who is usually calm looks angry and Garza who usually never seems fit to crouch down and grace us with his presence and is usually kind is now down with us.

"WHAT, ARE YOU AN IDIOT!?" Forbes yells

"No." Trombley says weakly

"NEVER EVER LET A CHARMS INTO THIS VEHICLE AGAIN." Fallon yells as Forbes snatches the candies from him and tosses them out of the window.

"Nobody has let Charms in the vehicle since the days of the fucking United States Marine Corps. It's bad luck." Garza explains before getting back on the gun.

"Semper simple motherfucker." Forbes says upset as he turns back around.

"Fucking new guy." I am simply shocked as I look back and forth between Trombley and the other marines in the jeep. I feel bad for him and I don't even know what just happened. After a while we get under way.

"This is a nice place for an ambush! Why the fuck are we stopped?" Forbes asks it is midday and we are in the middle of nowhere. The gross incompetence of the company CO has gotten us lost on the way and now we are stopped while he figures things out.

"Orders." Fallon says coldly and calmly all around Marines are preparing for a fight they are pointing weapons at anything that looks more dangerous than a leaf.

'They could be coming from all sides. They could be coming from all SIDES!' Skyler's voice comes over the radio.

"I am so sick of Spaceman spazzing out on our comms." Forbes says using the nickname the marines have given Skyler behind his back. Then it happens we hear weapons fire the sound of one UEC PK-4 assault rifle and all of our heads snap back except for Garza's.

"You guys got that?" Fallon asks I see a shadowed bush and raise my SAW.

"It's fucking ours." Forbes responds

"No its not it a PK." I say

"Ya and it belongs to our fucking Platoon commander." Garza says I would later discover that Spaceman had fired at an abandoned vehicle.

"All hitman two victors we are oscar mike."

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(Miiora)

We have been driving for hours and the rain has finally given way to a light drizzle. I can hear the Humans in the open top Jeep behind us singing something about letting the ponies hit the floor.

"Sergeant I didn't get to shoot." Trombley complains

"That sucks Trombley, did your recruiting officer tell you would get to shoot people?" Forbes asks

"Fucken A he did." Trombley responds

"See Trombley asked about shooting people. I asked about Pussy." Forbes begins one of his often vulgar but entertaining stories.

"The guy told me I'd get to go to Alpha Ceti, and get all kind of strange."

"What about you Garza?"

"I did it for the food. I was sick of eating BNA rations in the PRC." Garza says from the turret.

"What did you ask about Avery?" Forbes asks

"Avery probably saw that Network commercial, the one where the knight fucks up the Lanky then turns into the Marine."

"Woo-hoo Dress blues with a sword!" Garza shouts mockingly.

"That fucking dress blues commercial man, that got so many guys. Now look at us! Trombely hasn't killed anybody. Garza is fucking starving. I am light years away from good Ceti pussy, and Fallon is out here rolling around Fuck butt, Bagmare, hunting for Lankies in Battle Armor that smells like four days of piss and ball sweat." Forbes says and we all laugh.

"Ha nice!" Trombley laughs.

"You should have rolled into battle with a fucking sword Avery that would have fucking rocked!"

"Miiora look at the floor." Fallon says sternly as we pull onto a paved road I do what he tells me but begin to wonder why.

"Oh, Get some look at that Tank! ATLAS really fucked that thing up." I hear trombely say as we pass something that is burning by the smell of it. But what I don't understand is why he has me looking at the floor of the Jeep is it to keep me from seeing something?

"Stay frosty." Fallon says to the others as I begin to smell a sickly sweet smell almost like blood.

"Two-one-Bravo, two males in that car to our three. Do you see weapons?" Fallon asks

'Two-one-Alpha, this is Two-one-Bravo. No weapons. These guys are down for the count.' I hear over the radio.

I have had enough and look up and out of the window and see dead bodies littering the side of the road. But these bodies look like they were shot by Human weapons. A car sits on its back blood pooled under it, an APC sits on fire and a series of what look like civilians lie sprawled on the ground. When I turn to look to my right I see a young female Tymerian with beautiful blue scales, lying on her back in a pool of blood with her lower half missing. She looks like she isn't even egg laying age and appears to still be breathing. I am about to get out to try to do something when my door clicks meaning its locked.

"She's dead. Nothing we can do." Fallon says coldly guessing I have looked up now I really wish I hadn't looked up.

"That's why you listen to Sergeant Fallon my scaly friend." Forbes says, Then I smell smoke from the Jeep and look to see Fallon smoking a cigarette as we turn off of the road onto a dirt road.

"Do you guys hear that?" Fallon asks as the Jeep begins to stutter. And strangely the entire convoy begins to stutter as we roll forward before they begin letting out a whine that is getting increasingly loud.

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(Civilian)

"Do you hear that?" A Kleese asks his mate who nods her head before they both step outside and look to the road.

Stepping out of their home they see other slaves stepping out of their homes as well and looking to find the source of the sound. Whatever it is getting louder and louder then there is a loud popping sizzling noise and it goes silent. Then a column UEC planetary defense Jeeps come screeching around the corner and come barreling towards the town followed by two large mechanical giants. Panic quickly sweeps over the village as stories of UEC raids have been circulating. And before the Jeeps even get close the residents are inside hiding from what they assume is a UEC raiding party. the sound of screeching tires meet their ears as they hold their breath.

"FUCK!"

'that sounds human?' The Kleese thinks.

Peeking his head around the corner to see a Human in armor sitting at the wheel of the Lead Jeep slamming his open hand into the steering wheel. The two giants appear to be in the middle of the group of stopped vehicles. The human then gets out and starts kicking the vehicle as the other vehicles begin opening and more humans begin fanning out around them. With the amount of organization it becomes obvious that they aren't any mear resistance group but an organized military and there is only one Organized military that is all human the NAC. But what are they doing here? have they come to raid the village as well? or have they come to kill them all. Or have...

The back passenger door opens and a Female tymerian gets out of the vehicle holding an SMG loosely as it rests on a sling. She walks with the grace the females of her race are known for around to the human standing at the front of the vehicle. With the two standing side by side it becomes obvious that the armor has been made for her it is contoured fitted to her while not being formfitting.

One of her foot claws scratches at the ground in agitation as it appears the group is having a conversation with no sound. Then there is a clatter and they all raise their weapons before lowering them as a female purple scaled tymerian hatchling who runs up and gawks at the adult Tymerian with the Humans.

She pokes the armor of the older one and flinches back as the older one crouches down and gently slides a clawed finger along the top of the hatchling's head the Tymerian greeting of a maiden to a hatchling. The maiden reaches up and removes her strange helmet revealing her red reptilian features and presses her forehead against that of the hatchling a greeting of equals. Her armored tail hovers inches from the ground and twitches causing her to spin around pushing the hatchling behind her with it. She raises her weapon and the humans with her who had been previously watching the exchange instantly raise their own weapons in the same direction.

Now running towards the NAC soldiers are more children, who run up to the humans and gawk prompting their parents to come out to try to call them back. The humans to their credit did not let their guard down however even as they began handing out bags of food to the underfed children. Seeing that the humans pose no threat other slaves began coming out of hiding as the humans begin to lower their weapons and begin talking with one another.

Two of the humans accompany the Tymerian as she begins questioning the villagers. Eventually, the Kleese steps out and is greeted politely by a male named Parkins who leads him to the armored Tymerian maiden who asks if he was a mechanic to which he responded in the affirmative. And after a few hours of checking on every one of the jeeps he came to one conclusion.

“Well on top of damage to the engines, the batteries are dead.” he reports.

“Well thanks for trying, sir.” The one called Fick says

“Your soldiers can stay and rest here, no pony will turn you in, especially since you fed our children.”

“Thank you.”

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(Fallon)

It is the next morning and we have stripped the Jeeps of anything useful. I sit with my helmet off with the rest of Hitman one-one I am smoking a cigarette and cleaning my weapon with Forbes. Trombley is helping Garza try to fix the engine. And Miiora is off to the side with Miralos kid who is content to chase her tail around, while she eats pound cake from the foil MRE wrapper. Taking one of her own food rations she hands it to the kid whose body language portrays complete shock.

“I Have talked to your parents. Happy hatching day.” I hear her say to the kid who hugs her before running off.

“Hey do you remember your best birthday?” I ask her she takes a bite of the pound cake and looks at me tilting her head to the side.

“You know when you celebrate being born?” she looks at the ground and her tail wraps around to her front.

“I was born a slave. I have never been very happy, I wasn't born In a slave village like this one.” she says

“What was it like? If you don't mind me asking?” I ask and she lets off into an explanation about begin the personal slave to a young Noble who sympathized with her plight and let her parents teach her to defend herself. That would explain how she is able to at least kind of keep up with us, and learn on the fly.

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(Miiora)

“We’re oscar mike!” Fick yells as we all getup.

“What the fuck. They want us to move on foot like my fucking great-great-great grandfather in world war two.” Forbes says.

“Hey Miiora I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…” Avery Fallon says slinging his M-66 over his shoulder as we begin to exit the village.

“No it is alright Avery fallon, Its just that today is my hatching day.” I respond as others catch up with our group.

“Happy birthday to you." Someone begins singing

Happy birthday to you” Forbes sings

“Happy Birthday Miiora.” The entirety of Ficks command begins singing.

“Happy birthday to you” A hand taps me on the shoulder and I turn to see Fallon handing me what looks like a piece of jewelry no doubt “Liberated” from a UEC soldier. After this, the Others begin giving me small things as we walk onwards.

“How fucked are you now?” Fallon sings with a weak laugh.

“How fucked are you now?” everyone begins singing again as we walk into the woods.

“How fucked are you Miiora?”

“Your surely fucked now.” I’m glad to be here with these marines, and for the first time I am happy on my hatching day.