Squad Fallon

News has gotten out that we plastered the surface yesterday and to be honest I'm not really cut up about it. It’s not the first time the COG fucked over a bunch of civis, just ask any one of the stranded colonies we pulled defences from during the war.

“Veesha.” Oil and other detritus gushed onto my coveralls. “Ve’sha.”

“Visha?” Fuck that's never gonna wash out. My hand floundered out from under the bulk of my mech and a ruby scaled hand placed a tool into my open palm. “Ve’sha.”

“Miiora, give me the damn spanner!” There was a hiss from where my girlfriend floated. “Look babe the faster we get this done, the faster we can go do something else.”

“Well Avery, if you didn't destroy your machine every time you use it...” Forbes spoke up from the opposite side of Armors bulk. “Oh shut the fuck up Raymond. Go help Trombley or something.”

I push my way from under the clamped down form of my machine. “Ugh fuck that, he’s got like eight specter over there helping him.”

I had apparently misjudged the push and slowly drift over the Armors “head”. “Fuck! Why the hell not?” My drift is brought to an abrupt vault when I collide with Miiora who had pushed off of the gantry to catch me, and wrapped part of her tail around the handrail as an anchor. “Cause have you ever seen a specter, dude their fucking creepy.”

“My god Forbes why are you such a fucking pussy?” Miiora helps me back down, and I click my heels engaging the maglocks locking myself to the deck. “I'm just saying have you ever seen one of those combat robots fight someone? It's the most one sided thing in the universe.”

“Indeed.” Durge said in unison from their positions. “Yes well, she thinks we should continue the work on Armors chassis.”

“Sounds likens plan to me.” I say more than willing to get back to work on my machine, but then as I enter the cockpit to run a diagnostic a thought hits me.

“Hey ever wonder why everyone speaks english?” The boot up screen flashes across my vision as I link to my machine and I eye the active systems. “I do not understand the question Sargent Fallon.” Miiora says as she pokes her head into the cockpit, her tail swaying and coiling behind her.

“What I'm saying is that, somehow despite all of us being from different planets, we’re somehow able to speak the same language.” My mechs right primary cannon is out of alignment. “You know he’s got a point. I mean look at us, squad fallon is like the fucking U.N.”

“Yeah, except we don't spent four fucking years talking about how shit should be done during the war, after the war has already ended.” Watkins Voice calls out before being followed up by a metallic clang. “That got it!”

“Specialist Watkins, cease your assault on my frame or I will respond with lethal force.”

“Armor, lower humor subroutines to thirty percent.”

“Acknowledged.”

“But seriously, look at Durge, or a crab, they shouldn't physically be able to speak our language....” A hatch slides open on Armors left wrist as Forbes begins working on the left arm actuators. “.. I-gha, mean really! They don't even have the same.. Mouth structure we do. What the fuck did you do to this thing, punch a boulder?”

“He’s right actually… here love… the Myralos also possess mandibles that shouldn't allow for conventional speech.” Miiora hands me a PDP with more diagnostic information, before sliding into the cockpit with me.

“During my time as Chief Prime of Rarity I too pondered the question of how it came to be that our various races seemed to be able to speak to one another.” Bra’tac says passing a box of tools to Levoys perch.

Once partly inside she sneakily pressed her snout into my neck before shifting her joints and slithering passed me. Coiling around the AI core she began to plug various cables from the core into her PDP’s dataports. “Maybe there’s some kind of translator.”

“That would seem like the most logical conclusion.” The deep synthetic voice of Armor calls from his speakers as his sensor dome began to glow and his avatar flashed into existence. The big guy has sure taken a liking to the new name, because he chose to make his avatar appear as a that of a medieval knight in full plate armor. “I agree with him, it would make sense if the UEC implanted translators into their slaves and personnel. Well that or the ponys already knew their version of English and taught it to their subjects.”

“Well no shit you would agree with him Bishop. You synthetics all agree with one another.” Forbes says somersaulting through the air and landing beside a terminal. “Corporal Forbes, How the hell have you seen that ancient movie? I’ve… just seen it. It is quite kleshae by the way, why would they not simply gas the hive of xenomorphs before entering?”

“Yeah blow me. your such a fucking asshole.” The recently revived member of my squad said making a mastrabatory jesture. “The answer is obviously because they had to go in and check if the colonists were alright.”

But before anyone could respond a series of heavy stomps signified two more had found an interest in our conversation. “I would have just on straight to KTF after the first alien came out of that chick.”

Both Miia and I stuck our heads out of the cockpit of me mech to see Trombley come sailing into my bay. Behind him Camouflage stomped around the gantry, his admittedly tactically painted armor clashing with the solid grey green of the bulkhead. “What is KTF my love?” Miiora asked tilting her head in my direction.

“KTF means Kill Them First . It boils down to killing the enemy before they can even think about doing something to you.” She slowly nodded in understanding before pressing her snout into my neck and squeezing passed my womb as the third new comes came into view.

“A better inquiry would be as to why the colonial marines did not simply deploy several drones to perform reconnaissance inside of the terraformer.” A smooth feminine sounding synthetic voice called out. The slender ruby and white accented machine said. The machine placed a clawed hand on her hip in a mirror of one of Miioras mannerisms. Habu’s sensor dome glowed a brighter gold before her avatar appeared beside Armors flickering image. Her image was a yellow human female in a sundress, with hair that reached to the small of her back.

“Please, they hardly let us use our sigent drones.” Watkins says sliding a plate back onto Armors chassis. In flash of green the avatar of Camouflage suddenly appeared. His form appearing as that of a United States marine from the vietnam era, complete with open flak jacket, helmet, even a set of dog tags. But what set him apart was that he chose the body of a marine that died back on Bagmare, vtrn Laurence Beckett.

“Well three days and an ass load of work later… that should do it. Armor lets see, sound off full diagnostic.” I say helping Mii'ora out of my cockpit before sitting back in my open womb.

Outside cables disconnected and several repair bots returned to their cradles as Armor pivoted his torso and pushed himself up. My implant flashed and the secondary controls kicked in as several rings appeared from the arms of the pilot's chair wrapping themselves around my forearms. “Sensor suit… online, armor integrity 100%, communication… online, left arm actuators operational, right arm actuators operational, close combat spike operational, integrated weapon racks and flaps…”

His arms rose slightly as around his body various panels and pieces of plating rose, fell, and slid around. “Operational, joint articulation... 100%, synchronisation with pilot 87%, A.I core 100%, fusion cores containment steady, booster thrusters 100%, ickoras mountings left and right operational, womb shielding…”

The lights in armors cockpit flickered red for a second a strange angular symbol appearing before going away replaced by the swirling Hammond robotics logo. “Operational, gyroscopic stabilizers 100%. Warning multiple crystalline structures on chassis.”

“Armor state the protocols.” Miiora orders floating to the outstretched hand of her own machine. “Acknowledged pilot trainee Mii’ora. Parameter 1, find and link to pilot… parameter 2, uphold mission at all cost, parameter 3, protect the pilot. Parameter 4 Defend North American Commonwealth, Parameter 5 protect squad, parameter 6, parameter 5 does not supersede parameter 3.”

“Alright that should do it.” I say floating pushing out of my cockpit to give Armor a thumbs and float down to the deck. Once down I kick off again and float closer to get a better look at the blood red crystals that had supposedly appeared on Armors plating during my fight on the surface. “Affirmative, hammond robotics, ATLAS-3 Sierra Delta-6624, Callsign: Armor, online.”

Spire

On one of the highest floors of the repurposed lanky atmospheric processor a window stood overlooking the fortress city of Halvo Bay. The ruby sky and pink clouds adding to the blood colored water that stretched beyond the port. The massive gas giant hung on the horizon, while in the sky the rings of the planet sized moon glittered silently. “The apex predators need a new leader colonel”

“I am well aware of that major, but my options are limited. Major bishop was the next in line after Burbanjack. But he died in helghan sector.” The colonial in charge of all COG special forces said as she took another hit of scotch.

“Well frankley colonel, that leaves us strapped. Apex predators is down to what six members members, all of whom are noncoms. Grayson won't take the job he doesn't qualify, plus sir Amp isn't ready. Maybe in a few years but not now.” The major said zooming in the screen and watching two atlas-3s on patrol, a squad of specters and combat androids at the feet.

“I agree, Ortiz. And Harris won't take the job and we both know it, we have been trying to give him a team of his own since he was in the seals. That leaves us with three others.”

“Yes. Bender, Hijack, and the newly named replacement for bishop Wraith. Well let's take Hijack off of the listing. He isn't the leadership type, so that leaves us with wraith, and Bender.”

“Bender is too close to Big Dog, and wraith? He is to green to even consider.” The colonel says leaning back in her chair. “Well he’s not exactly green, no pod head is... huugh.. But you are right. Well what about Fallon?”

“He might work major… medal of honor, sixty combat drops as a combat controller, and fifteen as a MOTH. He’s young, He's resourceful, strong willed, willing to do whatever is needed to get the job done, and his team respects him. But the problem is, that the onyx guard want him… And their way over my pay grade. Plus there is one more thing.” A dragonfly flew by the window at that moment bathing the room in blue light, and writing the window.

“What is it?”

“He is to attached to his current embedded command. The 26 RTI have made him and MOTH team one part of their structure. Plus there is the matter of his relationship with the alien.” The major explained sending a packet to the colonel desk. She caught it and swirled it to face her with a sweep of the hand before reading it over.

“Yes the Tymerian Mii'ora they are quite close aren't they…” A glance at her aid showed her exactly what he thought of that relationship if the slight sneer on his face was many clew. Maybe she needed a new aid one more open to the changing situation with the former population.

“We could simply separate the…” He was cut off when the colonel shot him a glare that if looks could kill would have struck him dead on the spot. “Shut up major. Well the onyx guard want him and I suppose they may get him. But head hunter might be a better fit.”

“Respectfully sir I disagree. The tymerian has shown on multiple occasions she is driven to emotional behavior in the field…” A hand slammed into the desk sending ripples across the screen. “Major, I am well aware of liaison corporal Miiora’s shortcomings, and in fact it is what has kept her out of socom for so long. Now get out of my office, I have a call to make. “ she said before turning in her chair, waiting for the door to slide shut behind her before sending a connection request to her husband.

“Go for Loomis.”

“Colonel Loomis, it is Lt Colonel Loomis. I have a proposition for you.”

Leo Pie system

Water splashed as an armored boot slammed down into the muddy puddle. The soldier the boot belonged to then leapt over a fallen moss covered tree. Landing in a crouch as a Uec fighter screamed over head, stitching fire up across the scattered line of UAF soldiers.

The blue and grey armored human spun standing to a low couch and fired his rifle into the chest of an advancing UEC soldier. The sun blazed down on the battle adding to the misery of the COG soldiers as they had weathered a monstrous storm just the night before.

His breath was heavy and his heart pounded him his chest as blue, red, white and gold bolts and beams of energy lanced across the field. In the distance he could see a siafu explode as one of the new UEC mechs fired its condenser rifle into it, sizzling armor and cooking off its ammo.

“This is Fallon, fallback to the dropships by squads.” The captain's voice called out over the tac-link as over head a dragonfly is struck by a late of rockets. The left engines exploded causing the entire ship to flip onto is back and slam into the ground before going up in an even larger explosion.

To the soldiers left he sees one of his friends being struck in the chest by one of the UEC energy weapons. And to his right one of his squad mates is being dragged into the woods by pastel colored changelings and zebra.

He spins again in his run pausing just long enough to put down two more UEC soldiers and to see the woman behind him be dive bombed and by a pegasus. A thunderous explosion fills the air and he turns around in time to see one of the hammerhead cruisers falling through the atmosphere.

“Its the Sharon!” someone shouts as something large picks him up and he looks to see it was one of the Siafu mechs speeding its way back to the dropzone. “Sharon, Sharon, this is Fury two-alpha respond.”

“Sharon's dust!” captian Fallon broke into the chatter. “Keep the channel clear damn it! Squad leaders I wan…” a second explosion farther up caught the soldiers attention as he saw one of the akula dropships explode.

The UAF marine Private Blake was lowered to the ground as the mech he was riding squats and rolls into the open dropbay of a waiting botfly. The planet shakes as the first of the massive pieces of the Sharon strike the surface.

“Move! Get aboard.” The old breed changeling crew chief shouted waving Blake onward before a siering bolt of magical energy slammed into her chest. Melting through her battle armor, burning through her carapace and into her heart as the dropships drop ramp raised and the gunship lifted off.

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In space COG fleet 12 burned, its complement of three annihilator class siege breakers taken out in the opening salvos of the battle. Nine COG ships limp back to the alcubierre shoot, while another eight excluding the siege breakers float in pieces blaring their emergency transponders.

While UEC attack corvettes prowl through the debris. The Particular Justice Flagship of the UECs 7th battle fleet loomed pounding the remains of an SRA destroyer with its enhanced condenser cannons.

The ship does not completely match the sweeping almost beautiful structure so common of USC ships. Instead the super destroyer hanging above Zukali is bulbous holding more uncommon with the ships of the COG than that of the UEC. It's sharp twin prows contrast to the single rear sweeping cloud,shrieking dragon's maw, or raptors beak. The ships dull muted grey and red standing out with in the riot of color that surrounds it.

“Supreme commander, the bulk of the earther fleet will exit our engagement envelope in three hours, and reach the transit bubble in another twelve.” The lead tactical officer calls out from her position in the command pit of the Particular Justice.

“Excellent send our fleet to intercept.” a young pegasus commander orders before an arm the size of a humans thigh thrust itself ahead of her.

“No, Belay that order. Should we peruse we shall spread ourselves too thin. No the humans shall destroy more of our ships than I am willing to lose at this time.” Heads turn as the speaker enters the room. Silver and gold armor plates cover a furry black and brown eso skeleton. Clicking mutedly as two of of the speakers massive clawed arms fold themselves behind his back.

Four multifaceted eyes emit a dull glow as they sweep across the bridge of his ship. His damaged spinneret less abdomen twitches while silver armored pedipalps fidget. Behind him his prime guard stand firm, their staff weapons held tightly in their grips.

“Supreme commander Allikal Krykss. My Lord we have the earthers on the run, forgive my insubordination but I believe we should go after them.” The Pegasus says as the kleese scuttles past her.

“We shall engage the humans when the time comes. But before we do anything we must destroy that blockade ship, the... hammerhead I believe the humans call its kind. Helm engines full.”

In space a ship older than human space flight roared to life and the engines of the retrofitted Kleece battleship flared to life. Massive blue plasma flumes leap from recessed nozzles as old but still deadly lance batteries, plasma baliste, and magic condenses come online and swivel to track their target. While twelve million miles distant the slightly damaged NAC ship pivoted to track the new threat. Sensors flair to life and a 3d image of the flag ship of UEC Battle fleet eight appears on the hollow display on the bridge.

The ship approaching almost matches the Zephyr in raw tonnage maxing out at nine hundred and ninety nine meters in length, eighty-eight meters tall, and fifty five meters wide roughly the same size and dimensions as the COG hammerhead class cruisers. Dwarfing the other smaller UEC ships around it but still small compared to the Siege breakers and siege destroyer used by the COG.

“Supreme commander, their ship is mostly superficially damaged I recommend we…” commander Nombus Shaper is cut off as her Kleese superior bellows out a laugh.

“Good! Then it will be a fair fight. We shall lay this vessel low, be one step closer to their conquest. And one victory closer to proving that the Kleese NOT the humans are the truest warriors in this galaxy!” Allikal Krykss exclaimed his left lower hand on the ship wide broadcast switch. Throughout the ship the kleese portion of the crew roared in approval.

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Orders are given aboard the human vessel prompting twenty medium, four heavy railguns and ten PDC turrets swivel all across the NACs Zephyr. Forty-five missile tubes across the capital ship slide open and two bay doors open bear the aft end of the battered ship. Time crawls to a standstill as two ships of the line bare down on one another. One new the other old in the eyes of their respective empires but both insignificant compared to the blazing red giant backlighting the system.

Six, twelve, ninety, one-twenty, and more anti ship missiles launch themselves from the Zephyr as it starts to empty its magazines. Rail guns begin staggering fire while six plasma torpedoes designed to be used against other COG ships leap from the missile tubes. All the while the Zephyr’s full complement of fighters consisting of one aging squadron of twelve shrike fighters and one squadron of twelve newer avengers pop from their launch tubes and hanger bays. In the aft two fifty meter long, twelve meter wide, and ten meter tall gladius escort ships slide from their births emerging from the massive doors in the aft of the vessel.

Shields flair across Particular Justice as plasma baliste, lance batteries, condenser turrets, point guns and missiles turn, launch, fire or beam into the missiles oncoming swarm. Beside the Zephyr one of its escort corvettes explodes as two ruby read beams slam into its nose searing its armor and coring it straight through.

From the belly of the UEC capital ship unloading two squadrons of nine equestrian Pegasus starfighters. Before a single squadron of twelve heavily armed fighters with a forward swept flying wing designs leaped forth on yellow glowing engines. The kleese crusher fighters quickly overtake their clumsier UEC designed counterparts and lead the attack against their opponents.

Point defence turrets on both sides swivel wildly sending streams of pearl and amber from the hulls of both as missiles hary the two capital ships from all sides. In the space around the UEC ship three small blue starbursts bloom into existence marking the destruction of the humans plasma torpedoes. Before two of the slam into the shields of the Particular Justice causing them to flair wildly as the clouds of plasma washed over them. This allows the remaining torpedo to close the gap and release its payload. Exploding the human missile sends an expanding cloud of plasma into the flank of the Kleese war ship.

Then a blast from one of the Particular Justice’s lance cannons strikes the Zephyr amidships searing a molten hole mid way through to the other side of the human ship. While a single plasma torpedo slips through the shields and strikes the Supreme commander’s ship blowing a large whole into its flank. Armor boils, decks melt and crew are vaporized or seared alive as the cloud makes contact vaporizing twelve decks of the ship.

Across both ships alarms blair as the shaking of impacts from railgun or energy weapons rock the superstructure. But now the Zephyr had come into range enough to use its point defence guns offensively. “Captain we have fires on decks thirty through nineteen. The marine barracks has been exposed to vacuum and the hanger bay is gone, one of those energy blew straight through it. / Supreme Commander large sections of the hull are exposed to vacuum those rail guns are chewing us apart.”

With the human vessel now sporting several large holes and gauges across its frame the two ships finally move into their optimal firing positions. A pale white glow covers the UEC flagship as its shields recharge. Before the space between the two ships comes alive as the two capital ships open up with a full broadside, separated by a paltry seventy thousand miles.

Entire sections of the earthers vessel dislodge from its boxy superstructure as massive explosions race across it. While huge craters and massive chunks are blown from the Particular Justice before four missiles streak forth from the kleese ship. One is taken out by the point defence of the Zephyr. But the other three find their marks the gunnery crews aboard the Supreme commander flagship remotely guiding their missiles in.

One strikes the Zephyr’s sole remaining escort in the side tearing it apart as it is sent into a spin,before its engine explodes. While the remaining two hit the Zephyr itself with one setting off its secondary reactor and the other its magazine.

A small short lived sun bursts into being as the Zephyr ceases to exist. It's particulate atoms all that remains of five COG hundred spacemen and three hundred ground pounders. With its main target destroyed the damaged kleese battleship trains its point guns on what remains of the earther fighters. Four of the human avengers battle the remaining six crusher and five pegasus fighters, before overwhelming fire from the ship blow them to pieces.

On the bridge of the Particular Justice Allikal Krykss and his warriors roar in triumph before the Supreme commander composes himself. He nodes in respect to the expanding cloud of charged particles that used to be the Zephyr.

“A good fight humans, specialist mark the name of that ship on the record, it would not do to forget such a worthy foe.” The Supreme commander orders before the hatch to the bridge slides open to reveal what must be a recently revived Princess Luna judging by the goop that still clung to her coat. “My lady, to what do I owe the... honor?”

The Lunar Princess hacks up a goop of regenerative sludge before standing straighter. “Supreme commander Allikal Krykss? I had a feeling this was your ship why you continue to use this aiding ship I will never know. But it would apperes your resurrection machine was the closest to Tearus with my code.” she said coming to stand before the large arachnid warrior.

“Well if you are here then it would mean that the COG has won yet another battle against supreme commander rarity. Forgive my candor ma’am but why is the Supreme commander of an exploratory fleet…” he was cut off by a loom from the Lunar princess as she stood straighter yet even her alicorn frame allowed her to reach up to this kleese’s mid chest.

“Because supreme commander three of the princesses agreed to her elevation. And with her more recent agree of victories over the COG drawing more ships to her side it was the love, magic and my sister's choices to promote her to a supreme commander. Despite my repeated protests.” The alicorn said before turning and with a wave of the hand beckoning Krykss to follow. “Captain you have the con.” He said before turning to follow. “Yes my Lord.”

“Ma’am. It has also come to my attention princess that the rarity creature has not been seen aboard her flag ship since it broke atmosphere and joined its fleet in retreat from the COG.” Beside the door to the bridge two kleese guards separated to allow the Supreme commander and princess Luna to pass.“Your assessment Krykss?” the princess’s voice is distant as if in thought.

“I do not wish to speak out of turn.” The dull clicking of the armor the Supreme commander’s armor echoes through the hall as behind them six prime guards march. “Speak, I wish to know what you make of this information. What would you do?”

“As you wish. I believe there are three paths that have presented themselves. One and perhaps the most unlikely being that she was killed when the earthers nuked the planet. In such a case she would likely be in the queue of her ships resurrection vats and has yet to be revived. Now this is unlikely as the latest reports show that almost fifty percent of the backed up engrams have been logged and revived and she would have been one of the first. As well had she been revived I am sure we would have heard about it, she is one for boasting after all…” The two pass by a damaged portion of the ship and pause. Inspecting the damage through the thick view port in the blast door, where already damage control crews are moving to begin repairs and prepare the ship for transit to the nearest spacedock.

“Hmm yes I have found that to be true if perhaps a little over stated. What of the other two paths supreme commander?” the Lunar Princess nods either in acknowledgement of the kleese’s words or the work being done Allikal Krykss could not be sure. But soon the two begin to move again, now toward the royal/supreme commanders quarters.

“Path two is that she has switched sides in this war...

I wait for these uncouth savages to begin torturing me. I know that it will come. But so far they’ve done little more than dress me in the most unflattering, and uncomfortable, clothing possible. There is a strange bracelet they’ve placed on me. Something they scan every time they enter the room. If my horn was whole I would have used one of those moments to made my way out of this confinement. I constantly wonder why they aren’t attempting to kill me, and then I remember the cloning facility. They know, and they won’t kill me, not for some time.

I sit, and my mind goes to Coco. Sweet Coco, darling Coco, my most believed Coco who betrayed me. I don’t know why she did so. I’ve been a giving lover, I protected her, healed her mind after the attack, granted, I might have taken some liberties with what I wanted her to think, but then what mare wouldn’t want to make some tweaks to their lover? For my help she betrayed me to these savages. I’ve seen her since then. Talking to the humans, seemingly fitting in with them, and I feel such sadness that I know what will happen to her.

The moment we stop this little rebellion she will be captured, and she will be confined for all eternity. The same will happen to Gusty, but I will ensure that trator is put through the worst possible torture we can come up with. Her assisting those humans with what they did to the cloning facility is more than enough reason to ensure that she never gets a moment of peace. I believe I will have a cooler fashioned from Sandpaper, and her tailhole will become quite thoroughly introduced to it.

The sounds of boot steps caught my attention. I turned toward the door, wishing that I had my horn. Instead I was little better than an Earth Pony. No, I wasn’t even that. I didn’t have their strength. I was no better than a human. I was reduced to a prisoner, and my one hope was that they would destroy this body and I could be reborn anew. But they hadn’t even attempted to do so. Instead they had went to great lengths to ensure that every possible instrument that could cause harm was removed from my cell. Even my cot was little more than a foam mattress on a metal slab.

“Prisoner up.”

I stood away from the door, “I am up, thank you.”

“The prisoner will assume the position before guards enter the room. Failure to comply will result in a correction.”

I quickly moved to the wall, placing my hands into two large yellow circles. I spread my legs, leaned forward, and tried very hard to not think that I looked like some mare of the night leaning against the wall.

“I’m in position. Perhaps you could be so kind as to tell me what is going on?”

The door opened and through it came a human carrying a clipboard. Behind her was another human, and this one carried a small tray. I recognised some of the utensils there. Some were the same things I had used on Floor to attempt to gain information.

“The prisoner will disrobe.”

I growled, “No, the prisoner will not disrobe!”

I heard something click and a moment later my entire world turned white with pain. I screamed as I fell to my knees. The pain stopped, and I couldn’t help but sob.

“The prisoner will disrobe, and the Prisoner will prepare for questioning.”

Sobbing I disrobed. I felt so low, so submissive, and I knew that there wasn’t anything I could do at this moment.

“Good, Prisoner, be seated.”

I obeyed, and I watched the one with my questioner. I could feel his eyes on me, and I hated it. I knew it wasn’t desire, but it didn’t need to be. I’d heard stories of some of the more uncouth methods of getting some of our slaves to obey. One of them involved an excessive display of dominance. I feared that would happen her, and I prayed that I was wrong.

“Now, we are going to ask questions about your cloning technology, you are going to answer those questions, and then we are going to ask questions about Sergeant Gusty’s odd ability to survive what would kill another Equestrian.”

“My Rank is Supreme Commander, My Identification Number is UEC 0004.”

I felt the intense pain again and I nearly fell to the floor. There was a light chuckle, and I looked at the one near my questioner.

“Do not look at him, look at me,” she said as she adjusted her glasses, “Now, perhaps you have some misguided idea that you won’t break.”

She raised her hand and I saw the one with her standing by. Thankfully there was no pain, at least not yet, “My Rank is Supreme Commander. My Identification Number is UEC 0004.”

The pain shot through me again and I screamed as I fell. I wasn’t helped up, but instead I laid like a newborn foal.

“Shall we get some answers, or would you like us to stop be delicate?”

My eyes widened, Delicate? They were being Delicate?!

“M...My Rank…”

The pain this time was more localized, more focused, and I felt my vision change. I whimpered, and closed my left eye only to realize that I was now blind in my right eye.

“W...What did you do?”

My Questioner smiled, “When you were taken there was an injection given to you. It contained an experimental chemical our Research and Development team has created for the use on your kind. After all you're not the first of your kind that's been captured. The chemical allows someone with my ability to help localize your pain, make it broader, cause blindness, deafness, even make you mute. Of course that’s only the beginning. Tell me, have you ever known what it was like to suffer a heart attack but not die? Maybe have a massive stroke and then within moments everything would be fine?”

I shook my head, “N...No.”

She continued to smile, “Well, given time you will experience all of that, and more, unless you decide to answer some of my very simple questions. Shall we begin again?” she studied me for a moment, “Before we begin I want you to understand that if you attempt to lie to us, or refuse to cooperate, I will tear your mind apart to get the information I need.”

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“Yes well I do believe the likelihood of supreme commander Rarity switching sides is highly unlikely. She hates the COG to much especially the NAC for killing her sister a month ago. She would sooner be permed then throw her horseshoes in with the nation that did that.” Princess Luna states as steam billows out from the shower stall in her temporary quarters.

Around the room she had occupied various memorabilia of the old pre conquest Kleese empire sat or hung. A suit of battle armor hung on a manikin while beside it a slightly larger set of rarely seen but evidently well and recently used kleese power armor hung on a rack. Grime, scorch marks, cuts and pockmarks mar the power armors silver and black frame.

Beside a desk draped with the flag of the Kleese empire hung a UEC flag held in a wave field set to perpetually move the flag as if an a summer breeze. While on a rack beside the large “bed” sat a black and blue NAC rifle marked with a black gear near the trigger guard, and a blood soaked kleese sword which in honesty was designed more for punching and slashing than thrusting and cutting.

And along the right wall hung paintings of the six earther worlds the supreme commander has either captured or otherwise burned. Each painting done by hand in detail depicting their distinct beauty and cold fortitude.

“Indeed. Then that leaves us with one option. And through process of deduction the correct answer. This being that supreme commander rarity has indeed been captured by the COG. Thus putting the entire offensive of not only her expeditionary fleet, but that of support fleet six, both exploratory nine and seven all at risk. Not to mention the paths not only of our warp bubbles but the path to the UEC homeworld… as such it is my recommendation my lady that you give the order for her killswitch to be activated. Thus keeping such information out of the hands of the COG and allowing for her to relay any gained information upon her resurrection.” The kleese says a standing at the view screen viewing the planet and burning COG fleet above it.

While his princess cleansed herself, the Supreme commander painted one set of eyes and arms working on the art, while the other filter through a data pad. “I would be inclined to agree with you supreme commander.” The sounds of the shower end and the dull clops of hooves on metal meet his ear holes.

Allikal Krykss silently waits for several more minutes painting a on vista of his newest conquest. Before his most valued supporter joins stands at his side. His work does not cease but one of his eyes fixes itself on her. “What you have your supreme commander do?”

“Set course for Equis, the remnants of exploratory fleet 12 should be there when we arrive. I have much to discuss with my fellow rulers and the council.”

Author's Notes:

Hey sorry for the long wait I decided to take a break for a while. To catch my breath if you will, and during that break I had to get a surgery and during recovery I got inspired so I'm back.

Let me know what you think, it's the start of a new chapter in the story. And the intro of a character I think has some potential.