There are so many things that can go wrong when you are in a tube falling from space. First and foremost is missing the target area and landing in a lake or some shit. Next and perhaps the worst is having your retardation air brakes fail to open, or retro fail to fire on your decent. Either one will result in you slamming into the ground at terminal velocity.

I've seen the aftermath of those unfortunate accidents on several occasions and they’re not pretty. But despite all the danger I can't help but be excited. It’s been so long since I’ve done a proper socom mission I almost forgot what it was like. The comradery, the dark and insanely inappropriate but light hearted humor.

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‘We have entered zone one. Alpha team move into position, bravo spit up Into inner and outer cordon. Here comes some chop.’ Casper’s voice comes over the taclink.

Taking a deep breath I activate the camera feeds inside of my pod and look down. Im greeted with a rapidly approaching wall of billowing storm clouds. Panning my head around I can see the other Bio-pods their sleek black shells spread out all around behind them the smoke and fire of reentry still burned.

‘Good thing for this storm it should cover our entry. But if that lightning hits one of our pods were fucked.’ I think to myself as I am swallowed up by the boiling clouds.

‘Iceman can you believe this shit?’ Big Dog’s voice come over the net on a private channel. Instantly the pod begins to shake as its sleek hull us buffeted by the winds. Then a flash of light, the lightning. Shit what the fuck were they dropping us right into a fucking lightning storm.

All around me pods were jostled and shifted in their descents, their occupants fighting to maintain proper course and speed. “Aaagh!” A scream comes over the net before being cut off by static.

Looking around I see a rapidly expanding shower of sparks. ‘THIS is so fucked, somebody fucked up!’ nearby I can see the pods of Bender, Big Dog, and surprisingly Magic closing in on my position firing their positioning jets.

“Magic, Big Dog, Bender I gave you no orders to change your positions. You will return to your previous course.” Casper’s voice comes over the team channel.

“Negative, negative. Debris from scraged pods on course we have to reorient.” Magic sends.

The chop gets worse as we descend and the flashes of lightning become even more frequent. Below me I watch in horror as almost in slow motion an bolt of lightning flashes out and into another pod. But instead of blowing it up, the bolt arcs from the first pod to another, then a third.

‘Somebody fucked up real bad!’ instead of blowing up like the first two in the arc the final pod opens prematurely, the hatch bolts blast outward and the Helldiver inside falls out of the pod.

His screams are cut off as a second bolt of lightning strikes him not a hundred meeters from his pod, turning him I to a burned husk over this fucking mud ball planet.

“Stand by, deploying air brakes in three. Two. One.” Burbonjack’s voice comes over the team channel. There is a violent jolt as gill like flaps open on the sides of the bio-pod.

The clouds get thinner and thinner, and the lightning less and less frequent as we plummet. Before finally a collective cheer goes up through the group as we begin to drop below the clouds.

Finally I can see the landing zone and in the distance almost on the horizon a smallish but well lit outpost. Finally as we enter the home stretch our retro jets fire slowing our descent until…

BOOM!

The pod slammed down into the hard deck so violently my pod skips off of the rock I had struck. I feel the restless mess of free fall again before being tumbled and thrown around inside. My journey across the jungle finally comes to a stop when I hit something hard.

“Shit.” I notice the display telling me that my pods hatch release has been damaged. So with a resigned sigh I hit the emergency release and blow the door off of the pod. “Fuck!” I grunt as I fall out of my pod from my upside down position.

Getting my bearings I take stock of my armor, suit integrity, weapons status, and make sure I'm all in the green. Scanning the jungle around me with my weapon, and helmet set to thermal, I confirm the area is clear.

“Black-leader, Black-six. I’m down moving to black-four and then to randevu point.” Before with a satisfied nod I begin to make my way to the closest landed pod belonging to veteran Harris or Big Dog.

Miiora

“Are you sure Miiora can do this? She’s nervous.” Miiora asks Charlotte as he helps me inside of my this to tight space uniform. “Relax Miiora, just stay frosty, keep your head on a swivel, trust your instincts, keep your bearings.”

Charlotte hands me my helmet before running to her own fighter which is being checked over by a massive crew of humans. But a commotion at the hatch way draws all of our the attention. An almost dead kind of silence fills the hold as the sound of clicking mag boots echoes in the chamber.

Leaning out of Habu’s cockpit I look towards the walkway entrance at the edge of the hanger. Where four SI troopers in full combat kit follow two human males with no discerning insignia on their CDUs. The one of the humans looks familiar and as his group defends the stairs and start coming directly towards Miiora’s location does she see. The human appears to be a perfect copy of Levoy his calm face betraying no emotion.

“Liaison Corporal Miiora. You are under arrest for suspicion of sabotage. Please exit the mech or we will remove you by force.” The not Levoy says his voice calm, while behind him the four marines raise and level their weapons at me. “What the fuck are you doing, Habu hasn't done anything she hasn't had time.” Trombley calls out from his own mech’s cockpit. The name stenciled on the camo pattern Atlas reading “Camouflage”.

“She doesn't understand, what has this one done to offend.” Miiora says exiting the cockpit and floating down to the human SI marines on the deck. “Now, take her to the Brig with the others. We’'ll figure this out.” The second man says, his uniform like the Levoy creature is devoid of any insignia short of rank.

Instantly CSM Fallon and LT Fick are on the marines demanding answers but they are denied as I am places in flex cuffs and lead out of the hanger.

Eventually I find myself somewhere I've never wanted to find myself. A human interrogation room, but contrary to popular belief there is no row of torture tools… The room is simply a grey and blue square with two charges and a table bolted to the floor. Oh ancestor's what’s happened? Why am I being implicated? What if…?

The door slides open and the same humans from before walks in. The first doesn't say anything and his face doesn't change at all while he proceeds to the chair on the opposite end of the table and takes a seat. The rimms of his… what do humans call them? Iris’s thats it, the rims of his irises seem to flicker red, his nostrils flare slightly before he reaches into his pocket and takes out a small container.

Taking the small container he deposits a small tablet into his free hand before depositing the container back into a pocket and swallowing the tablet. His pupils dilate, his breathing becomes more calm as he begins to emit an aura of calm. Oddly I feel all of the anxiety from before dissipate, what's happening?

Why are my instincts telling me to be careful around this human? And the other one why does he look So much like Levoy? What would my dearest one do in this situation?

“All excellent questions. But I don't have time to answer them. Miiora why did you sabotage Caption Dounis fighter.” What! Someone sabotaged Charlottes fighter!? “What are you talking about why would Miiora sabotage the Dounis Fighter?”

MO.T.H Avery “Iceman” Fallon

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“Hey did you hear we captured two more humans from that base afew days ago?” a griffin's voice asks as I crouch walk beside a guard shack. “Yeah I heard one of ‘ems a pretty nice looked mare.” I keep my back to the rain slick wall and let the patrol pass.

Seeing my chance I unsheathe my monofilament knife and slip out from my cover. In one smooth motion I clamp my hand over the mare’s muzzle, dragging her into the forest. Her retinas shrink in fear as she looks at me out of the corner of her bulging eyes.
I can see myself in those semi reflective eyes, or rather the faceless visage of my bug suits helmet.

She squirms and struggles but her squeaks of fear are drowned by the heavy rain. Bringing my other hand around I slam the knife's blade into her chest, hilting the blade in her left breast. The mares screams becoming more frantic as I stab her again and a third time. Before I settle on sinking the blade into the mare’s stomach and just sliding it to the side.

The monofilament blade sinks into the red stained fabric of her uniform and into her flesh like it wasn't even there. Flesh, muscle, fat, and organs all yield to the blade, and when I am done the stomach and large portion of the mare’s intestine are dangling from the massive gash in her abdomen.

After wiping the blood off of the blade using the mare’s uniform I reaseheath the blade into a compartment in my bionic. I unsling my rifle switching my helmet to infrared and turn on a knee firing three suppressed rounds into the brush. I see the silhouettes of the UEC patrol drop before a rustling in the brush makes me snap my rifle in that direction.

Instantly I raise the muzzle of my M66 socom to the sky as Big Dog comes into view. He’s crouched as low as I am with the suppressor on his M-26 wrapped in soggy moss. “Hey bro. Glad you made it down.”

“Tsk, Yeah but the in-flight movie was shit.” he says crouch walking and taking a knee beside to me watch my six. The muzzle of his marksman’s rifle sweeps the treeline as I send a data packet to Burbanjack.

“Black-Two, Black-four. Update: successful randevu with Big Dog. Have encountered hostel patrol, suspect more in AO. Break. Interrogative: Does the CO want us to proceed to Rendezvous point?”

A flash of movement out of the corner of my eye makes me sweep my weapon ninety degrees in an instant. Big Dog raises his weapon in that direction as well and both train our weapons on what looks like a swirling cloud of sparkling pitch back smoke.

“What the fuck is that?” we both ask one another at the same time. As soon as the words are out of our mouths however the smoke swirls away, dissipating into the brush. “Iceman what the fuck just happened?”

“No idea Bro.” a rustling in the bushes makes us snap our weapons up again as another figure appears from the brush. His armor is a dark grey as opposed to the our black of our NAC Hebasuits.

“Woah Mate! Friendly” Magic calls out throwing his hands up and wide. We eye Captain Klyne for a second running his armor through our suit computers and it registers green after afew seconds.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Harris asks as we both lower our rifles. “No idea, my my pod was struck by lightning on the way down. Then when my camera went out the pod struck something else. Whatever It was knocked out my map and threw my pod off course. If I hadn't been following that black smoke I probably wouldn't have found you.”

“So you saw it too?” I ask bringing up my map and on our HUDs. “Yeah mate, there's some strange things going on around here. Anyway you lot got room for one more?”

“Sure man the more the merrier. Well, what's the plan magic?” I respond bringing up and sending him a map in a data packet.

“Well we should be here” Klyne begins placing a marker on the map. “That means the randevu point should be somewhere around here. So if we move now we should be able to get there in afew hours.”

“Sounds good, veteran Harris?” I say zooming in the image. It's pretty rough but manageable, and I can already seeing the other pod heads moving in that direction. “Looks good to me.”

“Alright lads let's move.”

“What I wouldn't give for an atlas-2 right about now.” I say after about a mile before Harris joins in. “I agree why the hell would they send us out here without at least a single atlas.”

“Well from what I here some mechs have started disappearing.” That got our attention.

“What do you mean disappearing?” I asked Magic. The NE SAS trooper’s faceless visor turns to look at us over his shoulder.

“According to reports one of the Siafu mechs and older design schematics were stolen from the station in Helghan, and affew days before we shipped out one of your ATLAS mechs was reported missing from…” He stops raising his fist as we drop into a crouch and disappear into the brush as another UEC patrol passes nearby.

One of the soldiers a Tymerian carrying one of the UEC’s auto shotguns stops in its tracks. The serpent snout shoots into the air as it begins huffing the air like I have seen Miiora do.

‘Fuck see what it’s doing, it might have our scent. Seal your suits’ I send to the Big Dog and Magic. ‘Just give the order and Big Dog an I will light em up.’ I send.

But, just as we were about to neutralise them a human soldier beside the Tymerian nudges him and the patrol begins moving again. “Never thought I would be so happy to see a Caleb. Yeah coyo?”

“No arguments here.” Harris says as Klyne gestures us forward. An urgent message scrolled its way across the bottom corner of my HUD.

‘Urgent: inbound shuttle from the north east. Headed towards the target.’

Supreme Commander Rarity Belle

Dear Rarity

The princesses have been pushing to find the location of the human homeworld. I hear our assaults on their colonies are going decently well. And the destruction of three changeling hives have also been reported, and I wanted to congratulate you. As always you have shown the same diligence, dedication, and attention to detail in your military carrier; as you have shown in your tailoring. I here Twilight looks forward to seeing you when we arrive at her Outpost on Tearus.

Your friend, Princess Celsestia.

The storms on this planet are simply awful. One of my royal guards a Tymerian shifts in his position turning to me. Unlike the plebs that had accompanied Princess cadence and her husband, these were true guards.

My guard caption is one of my best soldiers. And unlike his traitor of a sibling, utterly loyal. It also doesn't hurt that he believes his traitor sister has been killed by the Earthers. Trained by prime of Celestia, the celestial guard are some of the best and most loyal forces in service to the UEC. His red ruby scales glimmer as he tightens his grip on his weapon.

“Speak Bra'tac.” he tilts his helmeted head in a small bow, before his helmet folds itself back. The Tymerian then bows his head again before speaking. “We have lost contact with shuttle nine my lady.”

“I beg your Pardon! How?” My caption stiffins keeping his eyes locked forward. And when he speaks his voice is calm and even. “I not know my lady, it is our assumption that the shuttle has been struck by lightning. Or crashed do to the turbulence attributed to the storm.”

“I see… Have there been any unusual energy spikes in that region?”

“No, my lady.” Nostrils flare as he breathes, Bra'tac’s grip on his weapon tightens. “Well be on alert, I will not have myself, or the princesses placed in any danger. And dispatch a rescue team to the presumed crash point.”

“Yes my lady.” with that his helmet reassembled it self and he turned back around.

Several minutes later the shuttle rocks and jitters as it lands. My guards stand as one and face the hatch as the boarding ramp descends. The sound of rain clattering off the hull is joined by the sound and flashes of lightning.

As a unit my guards exit the shuttle with their weapons at the ready. Once the short path to the door is secured I cast a shielding spell, exit the shuttle, and make my way to the control panel. The pegasus on guard stands to attention as draw near, she looks young.

But looks are deceiving, with the resurrection pools she could be much older and still have the body she possessed when she was in her prime. Or at least whenever her last bioscan was done.She must have been killed a few times since the beginning of the war, she had the same almost dead eyes as every active duty UEC soldier.

Even gentle Fluttershy has been resurrected twice once a while ago do to an incident with a dragon, and the second when she was killed above Camelot. Reports even say that Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Apple bloom have finally been resurrected. Once things are done here I plan on taking Sweetie Belle out somewhere, we have been apart for so long.

//Spiral pattern recognised//
//Bio-pattern//
//Enter verification code//
#224571546#
//Identity confirmed//
//Welcome supreme commander Rarity//