Wardaddy

Title says it all. I'm thinking of starting a Pacific Rim RP, however I am unsure of whether it would work or not. So, would a Pacific Rim RP work out or not? I'm talking Kaiju, Jaegers, ponies and Equestria involved. Would it work?

"Don't you worry Stronghammer. I'm an expert at making things up as I go, now be a pal and help me carry the pegasus to the fire exit over there". Suddenly, just as Artorius finished speaking, the infected overwhelmed the barricade behind him. "COME ON!" Screamed Artorius, picking up the pace despite the weight of the pegasus on his back. All that was willing the young Earth pony on was the screeching and roaring of the infected horde behind him. "STRONGHAMMER, JAM THE DOOR!" Screamed Artorius just as he ducked inside the building. As he began climbing the stairs, he heard a door slam behind him. Ducking into a room on the third floor, Artorius set the pegasus down as gently as he could, taking care not to cause any more harm than the poor thing was already suffering from. Looking up, he noticed a rope ladder connecting the room to the ground, and judging from the stretching of the rope, somepony was climbing it. Looking down, Artorius saw a brown Earth pony climbing up to the third floor, below him there was a black unicorn wearing a necklace of poker chips. Judging that they were also rushing to safety, Artorius decided to get their attention. "Hey!" Yelled out Artorius. Unfortunately, the yell caught the brown Earth pony completely by surprise. He lost his grip and fell off the ladder, screaming to the bottom. Artorius could only watch on with horror as the infected hordes swarmed the screaming Earth pony, devouring him within seconds. Blood spurted everywhere, along with the audible cracking of bones as the infected turned the Earth pony into a destroyed, unrecognizable lump of flesh and blood. Cringing uncomfortably at the sight, Artorius yelled down to the black unicorn. "Come this way! There's more of us up here!"

Strank looked at Garson with a questioning expression. "Me? Worried? Sarge, with all due respect, I've got little to worry about. I've seen enough shit in this war as it is, more than what any man can stomach, but worried? Hardly. And don't you worry, I'll carry you alright, but don't be expecting me to do all the work! If you can walk, or at least limp, then you'll have to. I've enough to carry with my Garand and kit bag here". With that, Strank looked at the soldiers accompanying him in the craft. Each shared mixed expressions, but none were scared. They had a job to do, and the description did not include running away. They were going to win this war, or die trying.

"Get him out of here Comrade Dash! I will make sure the pigs do not get another round on him!" With that, Ice took cover behind the wall facing the left of the balcony, before lighting a Molotov and chucking it at the Germans behind him. "Deckung! Feuer-Bomber!" Yelled a German as the the shattering of the bottle could be heard. Next thing, there was screaming and the roaring of flames as the Germans became engulfed in the contents of the cocktail. Smiling, Ice swung around, mowing down the Germans with his PPSH. However, a flurry of bullets hit the woodwork and walls around him, forcing Ice back into cover just as the other Russians moved to assist. "Forward comrades! Protect the commissar!"

"I see him Sarge. Make a hole lads, I'll lay down suppressing fire!" With that, Red dived onto the ground, setting up his Browning as quickly as he could. However, he was caught off guard as two bullets whizzed over him. However, that only galvanized his efforts as he shut an eye, looking an eye down the iron sights as he aimed for the gunner. Within seconds, he had a lock. "Surprise motherfucker!" Yelled Red, before opening fire, spraying a trail of lead at the Changeling. Thinking quickly, Red's opponent got down, doing his best to avoid the Browning's payload. "THAT'S RIGHT, GET ON YER ARSE BOY!" Roared Red fiercely, taunting his opponent's cowardice. He had the bastard, now somepony needed to flank around. "Somepony flank him! I'll keep him pinned!" Yelled Red, continuing to fire.

PFC Strank sat quietly in the landing craft, the droning of the engine doing little to interrupt his thoughts. His trusty M1 Garand was stood on its rear end, a full clip already loaded into the rifle. In his backpack, Strank carried a full load of bandages, morphine, sulfur and all other medical supplies. After Pearl Harbor, he was strictly unwilling to let anybody die, especially if it were slow and painful. Moments before the driver called out, Strank saw a huge explosion as a landing craft next to his was struck by an artillery shell. "Fuck me......." Strank whispered to himself, before pulling himself together again. If he was going to die today, he would do it in a blaze of glory.

"Greetings Stronghammer" Replied Artorius to the minotaur. "My name is Artorius and these things are, or rather they were ponies infected by a virus only I know of. I'll tell you more about it once we get inside". Just as he finished talking, Artorius noticed a black pegasus with bright green hair, armed with a bow and arrow, coming his way. "Come on, get over here!" Yelled Artorius, flagging the pegasus down so he could get inside. However, the infected were now very close, and on the verge of crowding the barricade. Not wanting to stick around, Artorius ran over to Dam, hoisting the injured pegasus on his back, planning on making a run for the fire escape door. "Come on, we gotta move. Stronghammer, help me here!".

I don't agree. Twilight believed she had changed from being kind and caring into mean and despicable, and resolved that if she was going to be this way towards Shining, then that would result in Twilight's brother getting the brunt of her treatment, something she wouldn't stand for. I would feel the same way were I in Twilight's position: if that were my sister getting married to a groom like Fake Cadance, I wouldn't dare let it happen. She deserves better than that, and so did Shining. Unfortunately, her friends were caught up in the whirlpool known as a wedding, and thus they dismissed it as mere stress, so they were, by all accounts, a dead end. How would I know this? Simple, I love my sister, and I would gladly approve of anything that makes her happy. However, if her groom acts in such a way that he threatens her happiness, and by extension her life, I would never let him have her. Twilight did the same thing. Time was against her, the wedding was on the very next day, and her brother was under a spell. She had to do something, even if it was rash. Do you get it? I'm trying to get the bronies who think she was being possessive to discard that opinion and understand that Twilight was only acting for her brother's safety. Clearly that is a lost cause though, as many I have dealt with refuse to believe what Twilight did was right. The way she confronted Fake Cadance may have been out of order, but she was practically out of time. The only difference here is that if I were Twilight, I wouldn't have bullied the bride into a corner yelling that she was evil. I would've faced the Mane 5, Shining Armor and Celestia, and explained everything. What I don't know is if it would've worked, but God help Shining Armor and quite possibly all of Equestria if it failed.

(Actually, yeah. I thought the fighting in the parliament room was over. Sorry for not using the OOC thread as we are meant to, but this is important. Lightning, are we fighting in the parliament room or on the roof? Please clear up this confusion so we may continue, thanks)

After his flashback ended, Red gathered his wits, before moving to join Sergeant Sonders in the march to the airfield. "Sorry sir. Those Makin flashbacks are getting worse and worse, I swear to God. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm still here, on Peleliu Island, giving the cheeselegs what for". Just as Red finished his sentence, an F4U Corsair swooped over, smoke trailing from its engine, before smashing into the ground just north of the beachhead. "Sweet Jesus......" Whispered Red to himself. Yet another pilot had fallen in this terrible, dreadful war. Still, with little time to ponder, Red hoisted his Browning on his shoulder, re-infused with the drive to kill. "Let's go". Said Red darkly. The cheeselegs would pay for killing another American, he swore it.

Before Artorius could go through the fire escape door, behind the pegasus he saw a minotaur coming towards them, smashing the oncoming infected away with his hammer. He too was shouting that he was uninfected, which was obvious to Artorius. But what was even more important was that Artorius's resistance could use a minotaur. His strength would have great use against the hordes. "Come this way, quickly!" Artorius opened the dumpster, frantically scouring for whatever projectiles he could use against the infected that were piling their way towards the barricade. Unfortunately there were none, but Artorius, being the intelligent he was, had a Plan B. He disengaged the dumpster's wheel locks in order to use it as a battering ram. "Heeeeere's Arty!" Yelled Artorius, before charging at the infected hordes. Behind the dumpster, there was a series of loud thumps and bangs as the infected got smashed into oblivion. The plan worked; Artorius had managed to buy the minotaur valuable time to retreat into the alley. Thinking quickly, he followed behind him, intending to lock the barricade once more. The question remained however; would he survive the onslaught? Artorius would have to find out as he reached the barricade, putting the dumpster in place. "Pegasus! Cover me! I have to lock the dumpster's wheels again!"

"I told you lads! The changelings love rolling out the welcome wagon don't they?" Chuckled Red, who picked up his Browning after mowing down the two banzai troopers who attempted to skewer him. "Why don't you go spitroast a Kraut instead, cheeselegs?" Taunted Red mockingly. He knew the changelings had a habit of roasting POWs over open fires as a method of torture, and in worst cases, execution. *Flashback (May contain references to CoD: WaW)* Red was tied up, lying on his side, held in an interrogation room by two Changeling officers. Opposite him was his comrade, Pvt. Hutchinson. Both were part of the recon team sent in to scope the island, but as was obvious to Red, the mission had failed, and now he would meet his death. One of the Changelings stepped before him, checking to see if he was ready to talk. "Ready to talk yet?" Asked the Changeling coyly. "Go fuck yourself" Replied Red, unmoved. "You think by defying the threat of death by my hooves, you are stronger than me?" "Don't you say a word Red!" Yelled out Hutchinson. Unfortunately, his words were followed by a loud grunt of pain as the Changeling PFC rammed a front hoof into his stomach, winding him. "Mind your tongue Marine. If I were you, I'd be seriously thinking about telling us, right now. Why are you here?" Angered by the Changeling's arrogance, Red fired a spitwad at the former's face, pissing him off. With authority, the Changeling drove a whack into Red's face, before turning to his PFC. "Kill them both!" "You think death scares me?! TAKE ME YOU MOTHERBUCKERS!" Roared Hutchinson in defiance. If he was dying tonight, he would die in a blaze of glory. WIth the audible singeing of his katana as it was unsheathed, the Changeling steeled himself, before slicing the blade clean through Hutchinson's neck. With a loud thud, the head dropped to the floor. Preparing for the end, Red braced himself as the PFC held the blade to his throat. "Rot in hell, scum" Hissed the Changeling scornfully. Red closed his eyes, before hearing a stabbing sound. WIth a gasp, believing the blade had impaled him, Red opened his eyes to see the PFC with his eyes wide, and his mouth open. Within seconds, the corpse fell backwards, revealing Sergeant Sonders. With a chuckle, Red thanked the sergeant for his timely appearance. "Nice save Sarge. Come here to save Sleeping Beauty have we?" *End flashback*

"Be careful comrades! I am certain the pigs will have higher numbers on the rooftops than in here. Berlin continues to crumble as our glorious Red Army marches onward, yet these pigs fight on. Such foolishness! Clearly they are too blind to see they are fighting a lost war!" With that, Ice began stockpiling whatever supplies he needed. After retrieving his axe from the three-legged German he had wounded, Ice then took a German MP40, complete with ammo for both his guns, as well as extra grenades and bandages. Their value on the battlefield was immense, and he knew it. "Together now men! Давайте положить конец фашистской нечисти раз и навсегда!" Translation: Let us put an end to the fascist scum once and for all!

"Use their weapons if you must Comrade Dash!" Yelled out Ice, who tossed a grenade at the Germans before ducking behind cover again. The explosive detonated, killing two Germans and wounding several others while destroying the carpentry in the process, sending shrapnel and splinters flying in all directions. That's when it clicked in Ice's head; perhaps a grenade is all it takes to silence the roaring beast? Taking another look, Ice's theory was confirmed. The hole was just big enough for a grenade to go through it. "Comrade commissar! Do not call in a bazooka! I have a better idea!" With that, Ice prepared to arm the grenade, but more Germans swarmed into the lobby, pinning down the Russians once more. "Stubborn bastards! TASTE MY STEEL!" Roared Ice, as he unsheathed his axe before throwing it at a German armed with an MP40. There was a loud thud as the axe chopped off one of the German's legs, sending to him the floor screaming in pain. Ice then mowed down another two Germans with his PPSH before arming his grenade, and chucking it at the MG nest. The grenade, flying through a hail of bullets from the assorted small arms being fired on both sides, found its target, diving neatly through the hole before coming to rest next to a pile of ammunition crates. The device exploded, taking with it the 1000 rounds of ammo inside the crates, creating a big explosion which destroyed the bunker, killing the MG operator while sending shrapnel and concrete flying in all directions, wounding the Germans around it. Ice ducked behind cover to avoid the shrapnel, smiling gleefully as he had just fulfilled a deed which would've made Stalin proud.

Ice barely made it to cover before a German MG42 opened fire, shredding his comrades to pieces. From a glance, the machine gun looked like it was dug in pretty hard, but in fact, the materials used to shield it and its operator were pretty flimsy; a mix of sandbags and concrete. Considering rushing didn't work, the one thing that could was some Russian-made heavy weapons. "Comrade commissar! I need a bazooka here right away! The rest of you, SUPPRESS THOSE PIGS!" Getting himself into position, Ice began shredding the bunker with rapid fire from his PPSH, just as the other Russians began firing on the other Germans to prevent them from interfering. They had to gain a foothold, and quickly.

Corporal Michael Datson, better known as Red to his fellow marines, sat in the 3rd spot on the right of the landing craft, his Browning MG tucked between his hooves. For the length of time he had been on the craft, he had been preparing for what he anticipated would be a vicious and bloody battle between himself, the marines and the Changelings. Based on experience, as well as imaginative foresight, Red expected the Changelings to have the beachhead locked down tight. What they were facing was even more obvious to the corporal. Artillery shelling, machine guns, the odd banzai, patches of trench warfare, basically everything he saw at Makin. Nonetheless, he knew that despite the Changeling's ferocity, the marines were by far the stronger force, because at the end of the day, fanaticism had never held a candle to true brotherhood and loyalty, and it never would. "Sarge, I expect the beachhead will be locked down tight. We may need a bazooka or two to get in".

Artorius peeked over the dumpster to see the brown pony, armed with two strange devices he had never seen before, limp over to him, calling out he wasn't infected. "I've got you! Come on!" Yelled Artorius, trying to stretch out his body so that his hoof could grab the pony's own. Eventually, as the infected loomed close, Artorius latched onto the pony and dragged him over the barricade, never for a moment intending to let the infected hordes have him for dinner. "There you go now, stay there. Are you hurt?" Asked Artorius, ensuring his rescue was fit for the inevitable resistance they'd have to form. At least his beliefs held out: there were survivors in Canterlot, now it was just a matter of rescuing those he could and fleeing the city with them. "My name's Artorius. I was a former paramedic at the hospital. Funny this whole thing started the day after I retired, or else, not so fortunate". Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the infected rammed against the dumpster, trying to smash the barricade open. Down the street, Artorius noticed a fire escape door, which he ran over to. Thinking quickly, he tried to open the door, only to find it locked. Fortunately, he had a Plan B; buck the door open. Throwing away his now-severed plank, Artorius turned his body until his flank faced the door, before suddenly retracting his rear hooves and smashing them into the door, which flew open. His mission complete, Artorius turned to face the wounded pegasus, standing him up on his all-fours before helping him to the door. "I'm not leaving anypony to die, don't you worry".

"With pleasure comrade commissar!" Yelled Ice, who cocked his PPSH. "ONWARD COMRADES! FOR THE GLORY OF THE MOTHERLAND AND FOR COMRADE STALIN!!!!!!!" With that, Ice charged forwards, breaking through the doors while roaring like a lion. Behind him, an entire swarm of Russians, armed with a hodgepodge of German and Russian weapons followed behind him. Ice prepared to unsheath his axe, intending to jam it through the skull of the next unfortunate Nazi to cross his path. Before him lay the lobby, and deep within the Reichstag, an entire slaughterhouse waiting to run red with the blood of what remained of the German armed forces.

Ice Cold faced down a wounded German SS soldier, whom he had fatally shot. The latter was on his back, begging for mercy, however Ice was having none of it. "Yes" He hissed "Now you beg for mercy like the rat you are. Unfortunately, for the crime of invading my motherland, and murdering thousands of my people, my comrades......" Ice unsheathed an axe, which he brought all the way from Stalingrad to Berlin. "........This is exactly what you deserve". What that, Ice plunged the axe into the wound, forcing a loud scream out of the German, who promptly fell down dead. Having plucked yet another filthy fascist from the Earth, Ice sheathed his axe, before moving to answer the calls of his commissar, who was rallying the troops to invade the Reichstag. Saluting, the blue Earth pony spoke up "Corporal Ice Cold reporting for duty, comrade commissar. Say the word and I will slaughter all the fascist dogs in my way if I must".

Blitz was getting antsy. From behind his perch at the controls of the MG34, he could see no enemies, despite the fact the ruins drew closer and closer. Would things really be alright, as he told his comrade in the truck? It seemed doubtful as the column closed in. Still, Blitz had to remain calm. He knew taking his eyes off the prize would get him killed, and if he were killed, who'd be the one to fire his precious MG42? The MG42 he loved, adored and named "Franz"? But more importantly, who'd be there to defend the truck that carried his comrades? Despite the obvious tension in his body, Blitz steeled himself. If hell hadn't already broke loose in the Everfree, it was certainly about to. Twilight Sparkle had to be rescued from the clutches of the Allies, and Blitz would be damned if he let those plot-kissing pigs have her. He was doing this for Princess Luna, his true princess and his rightful ruler, and if he had to, he would die for her. From behind him, he heard the Fallschirmjager, visibly terrified, stutter out a "good luck", as if he needed it. Blitz was grateful, but from experience, no pony in the field has ever had much luck, and if Blitz remembered correctly, the Fallschirmjager told him that if he accepted that he was already dead, then he would become the soldier Luna required. With a sadistic chuckle, Blitz gave the terrified paratrooper a hard look. "Thanks, but war holds little mercy for the strong, and even less for the weak. Yet somehow, the strong always come out on top, cheating death to the very end. That's why I need you to be strong right now. You know full well Princess Luna frowns on cowards in her army. Besides, as you said yourself "We are already dead"". With that, Blitz returned his gaze to the outside of the halftrack, scanning for any enemies. From afar, he could hear gunfire and shouting, but would it prove coincidental, or ominous?