FancyHorse

"It's for our debriefing." Razor iterated- correcting Star's assumption. With everypony gathering themselves they follow the two guards out locking their home behind them and entering into the van transport awaiting outside. Their drive taking them along the sides of the runways heading for the main headquarters building. Passing upon rows of gunships, helicopters and the occasional passing van or truck- even spotting an attack craft entering onto the runway. Within a brief 10 minutes they arrive parking close to the steps of the rounded driveway part of the pavement itself (an odd design choice?) Unbuckling the two guards continue leading the ponies onward up the stairs and into the first hall greeted by the biege colored tiles and plain wall coloring with amounts of traffic inside at a medium size, ponies and other creatures coming and going with their hectic prancing about, papers exchanging, folders swapping and keyboards clicking filling the air. Past the crowded halls and into the next hall to their left they approach to the room door labeled obviously "Debrief/Planning" The empty spacious room containing a multitude of seats, tables and a presentation board. Obviously no major debriefing for the time. "Just have a seat, the commander will join you shortly." One of the guards speaking before the two departed.

D: Oh dear, I didn't put any wings on him? I'm terribly sorry he's suppose to have a pair Dx. But yes he does wear the uniform.. Do add some wings on him if you don't mind?

@@genessee, "Help your friend there- I'll look about the place." He says noting that its EMPTY (Meaning no [Confirmed] horde of zombies perusing the bar.) With rifle held onto his hip from a small sling hoop he pressed at the sealed door pulling at its latch and heftly opening it forward. To its right a small canteen bar sloopy about with unused beer, toolboxs, various magazines and a dart board lay about littered with bullets he may add. "That's not how you play darts.." He whispered. To the left- a rusted cage with tattered clothing lining it as a makeshift wall- a toilet and strung out bed lay inside with the cell door open. No pony home? Ahead near the door the three vending shops could be noted. Guns, Ammo, Health/Shields/Mods. Everything a gun totting bounty hunter needs. Returning outside he waved lightly at his comrades. "Nopony home- but its peaceful enough." He commented.

With an untimely matter there was a loud knock on their door. Razor approaching looked through the peephole before opening. Standing before stands two armed guards- both desert canines. They nodded before the one to the left spoke. "The commander had sent us to retrieve you." He said in his best possible Equestrian. Looking back to her squad she returned to their attention- "Give us a few minutes." She says shutting the door lightly.

Remaining locked behind them he started with intent as though to wait for their incoming foes. Several seconds passing on."301? Any signs?" He spoke, as though to none in particular. "Negative sir. All vitals showing positive as well." His mechanical friend responded in his ECHO. "I'm all good." He said jumping down from his spot with rifle in his paw. He let out a sigh sitting on the wheel guard of their runner. "Nice driving son." He said in a slightly fatherly attitude considering their age gap.

@@Hazard Time A blazing of blistering bullets, hail of gunfire scoring on the thick hull with Mel's trucks hull: slowly losing track as they curved along the turns in the junkyard maze until they had beelined from the New Haven yard exit the massive shutter doors sliding shut leaving the bandits to their small kingdom behind. A jump past a mass gated wreckage and into straight lands with the massive sun baring on them. With all calmed and a smoking barrel he noted to Bronze clinging to his arm. "Off me." He grunted pulling his arm back letting her settle back into her seat. Turning over a large rock spire ahead a cracked paved road was noted to their right. Just down its length a Station reading "Lucky's Watering Hole" "There! Park over there!" He hollered down to them pointing in the general direction.

Kris began to examine the small flat televison. First from its frontal features till he flipped it about. "Eh, well it can support HD. But I'm not seeing no broadband connectors or such-" he was cut off. "Umm.. It just say.. HD Tv.." Soar pitched in. Noting at its labeling on the front. With no obvious indication of Smart systems on it. Its just a basic HD TV. "Well that's a bummer." He says.

"I'm not sure. We'll have to take a look at some of the prices."Soar said. With the two finished with their brief moment they return to the living quarters- noting at he staticy television with a blurry image upon it slight Arabic being muttered about from its speakers. Several minutes continue a bit on their little stay about. Surely the commander would have sent for them? The group devovled into looking upon their mobile devices with Razor still fidling with their antenna. "Oh sweet! I got us some wifi!" Kris noted as he opened his wireless settings noting at the open internet access the base has allowed- or and unlucky neighbor who failed to have a prorper access code.

"Well- I can't guarantee it.." Soar scratched her hoof a bit. The two take a seat onto the bed begining their general discussions. "Well they seem nice so far." Soar spoke, referring to their new found comrades and just in general the Arabians- though she's simply repeating herself. Perhaps she's unsure herself on what to bring up. "J-just a little- Stop! Right there! Okay!" Kris hollered out. Razor swooping back after her brief ordeal with the antenna. "Damned thing- Never liked dealing with these stupid things." She muttered. "One, two, three- four. Four channels- fantastic!" Kris exclaimed in deep disappointment- audible from their bedroom.

"Eh Razor actually kinda-" Soar was interupted by Kris' yelling. "Back to the left! Come on it was just there- Oh fuck! Is this all gonna be in Arabic?" He whined out- noting that Razor perhaps was on the roof. "They're handling it hehe." Soar said shutting the door. Noting the expression on her face. "Is there- anything you wanna talk about?" She asked.

@@genessee,@@Hazard Time, With his foot supporting him to peek over the cover of their confiscated runner he took pot shots about at the conglomerate of thugs, undead and screeching midget pones that dart about their chaotic cluster fuck. With one reaching up at his ankle only to met with a swift boot to the head. Another approaching to his limping companion after tossing Bronze into the driver seat. Jumping down with finesse he brought about his baton in a strike to the incoming thug. Upon the hill Mel was growing impatient- and he was gonna have someone's head tonight- or it'll be Robbies third cousin. He really hated that guy. Jumping into his driver seat he revved his engine hard igniting a show of flame and spark from his exhaust tubes. Grabbing Lance by his waist he heaved him into the driver side- the seat just big enough for two ponies surprisingly- though still a tight fit. "Fucking drive!" He hollered at him climbing upon the the top and plopping into the gunner seat- clearing the cheap machine rifle in place and letting out torrents of lead into the ongoing crowd around them.

"Well don't you worry sweetheart- you're looking at 5 years worth of experience here. Or well... talking. Lunch is gonna serve soon so I'm gonna stuff my face. I'll text you later. Love you!" She says as she in return exchanged a good bye before hanging up. Coming shortly in Soar peeked her head in. "Umm- may I come in now?" She asked softly.

"Heh, well you certainly unloaded everything at once hehe." She chuckled. "I'm doing fine. Not much going on. Maybe I'll go out for a little fly or something." She says, a bit of shuffling can be heard. "Hope the trip went well?" She asked, Star explaining the simplisity of it. Cloud giving a smile and nodding. "Getting along well? No trouble from your new comrades?" She asked

@@genessee @@Hazard Time Closer and closer they made to their position. As they pass near the crashed runner the gaggle of zombponies turn their new found attention piling over another to attach themselves to new found meals. Looking over he called out to his new companions. "WE gotta get to that runner!" He exclaimed, it was honestly the best shot they had. They sure as hell weren't going to outrun that truck on foot. Noting that Mel watched from the top as his goons became a soft appiteizer. Without much further reaction he charged ahead sprinting for the runner as their adversaries became occupied.

Back inside after the brief meeting she retreats into her small bedroom with little reply to her squadmates. With her cellphone ready and Cirrus promptly nuzzling her she dials onto her pad. The phone rings for several seconds until the familiar voice came. "Hey there!" Came her cheery tone!

@@genessee @@Hazard Time Before he could answer another approaching rumble was heard. Halting to a slide at the top of the hill halts a large menacing Bandit Slavage truck adorned in heavy scrap armor and decored with various bits of bone, limbs and other menacing appearal. Standing attop his hood a biwildering stallion fires a burst of flames from his horn. The stallion letting out a screech of terror- though not phasing the desert dog at all. His shining yellow jumpsuit with patches of scarp and metal lining about it. MAD MEL! ... (what he's back?) "You litttle sumbitches be ruining my shithole in Tetanus! You woke the wrong dog!" He says standing upright and pelvic thrusting. "He means... horse I guess?" Fallskir muttered. Now noted by the rest of the crew his henchmen surround about him armed with their various weapons and gadgets. Oh boy. "Stop standing around dip shits! Get their heads!" He hollers pointing his hoof. Fallskir immedietly pulling to the left covering up as the horde of bandits yell and holler making their way down the hill.

When their troubles were thought to be done- "Hey! There's the fuckers!" A loud voice was heard just up the hill near Haven. With a racing roar a rigged rider (alteration haha) speeds its way toward the gaggle of merchs- only to sufficiently snag onto loose bits of metal and veering into a junk pile catapulting its gunner off. "Well that happened." Fallskir commented

Why are you so boopable?

"Hehe, I think you mean outside the country. Arabia is perfectly safe." Samir spoke, "Samir!" A female voice called out. (https://mlpforums.com/uploads/post_images/sig-4644875.commission_3___illusive_pony_by_nihithebrony-daez7t0.png) Stepping down and adorned in a simple white shirt a light cream pegasus, she approaches from the stairs of their housing. Her eyes a sharp emerald color with white accents along her exposed wings with a unique golden straid on her black mane. "Samir- for the last time. You need to call for a replacement oven burner- what with your failed cooking attempt." She spoke, rather passive aggressive. The fellow pegasus just smirked. "Kay calm your feathers girl." He teased in his accent only drawing little reaction from the mare, "Peshir- meet our new detachment." Tariq introduced. Turning to face Star she gave a light bow. "A pleasure." She simply said.

"Yes- those two operations before." Tariq said. The gaggle expressing a short relive of those two missions- against the fighter squads and pursuing those attack crafts as they flew over the DMZ lines. "So, you enjoying your stay? Needing accomadations?" Samir asked, interupted only by a hustle of bipedal canines approaching on their worn scooters? It seemed a little comical until getting a closer look as the squad of desert dogs passed them giving ach brief wave as they climbed up their stairs to their housing. Looks like a multitude of species serving?

"It's just a type of sporting. Abraxis is- at the end of the day- my pet afterall." He says. Approaching from the steps a burgandy stallion approached dressed in a gray hoodie over his bright green jumpsuit, his black mane cut short with a sharp lining to the bangs and a wicked narrow in his eyes. Its as though each smile he has looks more like a sinsiter grin. "Boss man. Meeting the visitors?" He asks- his voice? It seems familiar. "This is Samir. He's one of my squadmates." Tariq replied, the two exchanging a hoof bump. Yes, this must be two of that squad they met on those missions ago.

"I've had Abraxis for four years, he's just territorial is all." He says. "Ive been practicing falconry since I was a colt." he says, with Abraxis resting to his back he holds out his hoof. "I'm Tariq, 28th tactical fighter wing. Napalm." he says. Giving a brief introduction to him.