When a bunch of rejects and misfits from Bad Company manage to find out that Kirilenko did not die by hand of Marlowe, during that fateful flight over Texas. Instead he was severely wounded and managed to limp his way back to Russian Lines. A squad led by one Sergeant James Adrian are sent to Alaska on unconfirmed intelligence of a new Russian super weapon. Upon arrival their luck goes from piss poor to worse in the blink of an eye. After somehow landing in Equestria due to a confusing set of circumstances, the four unlucky men of Zulu squad must figure out a way to get back home...and kick Kirilenko's ass on the way back.

This was also Assisted by a close friend of mine, who as of yet wishes to remain unknown.