FancyHorse

With an unchanged expression he looks to both Cirrus and then to his own pet. "Is this how we treat our guests?" He asks, the male falcon squaks and flaps his wings violently toward Cirrus who replies with a shriek. With a burst from his whistle, his pet goes silent. "Bird brain..." he mutters. "I apologize, he's a jealous thing. I try to teach him other wise, but he's a hunter. Still got a bit of training I suppose." he says, "Go on.. say you're sorry." He command, the bird huffed turning his head. With He was given a gentle smack to the head. With an irritated expression he opens his wing in submission fashion letting out a low caw. "Much better."

Cirrius flew close to her with the other falcon by passing past before double backing. Cirrus let out another shriek as she paid her sharp attention. From the ground, a sudden and sharp whistle caught their attention. Across near the other housings a stallion awaits on the ground, the rival falcon perching itself onto his out stretched hoof. He glares up at her with his deep brown eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks as she lands close by. The stallion styled with a swopped sided mane style with his mustache protruding from the sides of his nose. One of the flyers it looks.

With a slight adjustment she turned and positioned at the device. With a sudden shriek from Cirrus in the air, looking to her companion in the sky she dived forward as another falcon chased about closely. Looked like somebird didn't seem to like another in their air space. Must be their new anti air system. Cirrus retreated back trying to shake off the boogie.

Things have grinded to a halt suddenly. And this things wasn't letting up. Whatever this freak had in plot it wasn't in good intention. Nasty cannibal filth. His finger was on the trigger and ready for any sudden attack. These other two seem to know it. Better do something before more marauders show up.

Kris let out a fake cough followed by a huffing 'irrelavance'. "We'll worry about it on the later time. Make ourselves comfy." She says. "Kris- cause I don't like you, you can sleep on the floor." She added giving a smirk. "Aww your no fun." He replied. "We'll do a rotation on the sleep bunks. Soar, Star you can have the bed tonight." Razor responded- approaching to the television, turning it on only to be greeted by static, "Sweet celestia. Blasted antenna." she muttered

Lead in by their soon to be commander the squad is shown about as they enter into D-3 housing. Before them was- well it wasn't luxurious by any means. A basic apartment rooming it was. With a small hall entrance leading to the living den to their right with an open connection to their tight kitchen section. A futon like bed-couch laid about with a simply thin mattress with a television stand showing the small thin screen. Looks like... basic antenna noting at the wire running from the back to the window- the metal signal receiver held by a post attached to their wall near the windows outside. "I imagine the carrier was rather crampt- anything is better then a metal box." the commander says. "Now the rooms- generally were ment to house only three. Two of you may have to share a bed- with two on the futon. Let you settle that. Unless you wanna renovate and buy new furniture like the others." He added. "Oh wunderbar- I'll buy some nice lepoard skinned ruggins and a fire place. Totally irrelavant to the place." Kris gave his comedic take. Into the bedroom (with a connected bathroom and washroom) the simple metal framed twin beds lay across from another with thin blankets and brick shapped- they could be actual bricks? Nope they were indeed just blocky looking pillows. Looks can be deceiving though. Along with the bed, two dressers and desks await just on the other side of the room. All in all simple. The wall coloring like the living room was a simple beige look. Bland, though he did say they could renovate? Does that apply to paints? "I'll leave you to it to settle. The carrier should be sending in what belongings and things you had. Should be here by tonight or tommorrow. Do make your stay." Commander Huissen spoke giving each a warm smile. Leaving the group to themselves. "Well then... sudden. Just like... enlistment." Kris grumbled. "Well... at least we have... proper bedding?" Cloud whispered.

Off to the side of the runway and up to the quarters locale they pull up to a stop just outside- the building itself was rather simple. A better upgrade to the tiny confines of the ship rooms. An apartment like complex- something more.. homie (yo yo.) Outside awaiting on the the steps of the apartment stairs ground level a grouping of stallion pegasi look away from their little noisy phone show propped around the group. With on calling out to their fellow comrades they stand up in attention as the commander approached first. "Away with ya. Stop with the formality." He said, rather casually at that. "Up this way- D-3." He says noting at the building numbers between 1-3. Ohhh the top floor. "Well this is a nice change of pace." Kris whispered trying to ignore the examining eyes around them as they made their ways up the stairs.

@@genessee,@@Hazard Time, Released from the sudden grasp of the magic he drops and lands perfectly onto his boots grabbing his baton and Phobia, slapping in his power cell. Equipping his Vladof assault rifle he gets into an agressive stance his weapon aimed directly at the zombpony as he the situation turned back into their favor.

@@BloodDrops, His eyes narrowed as he looked over the mare. Noting that she had removed the power cell from his Phobia. ECAT ready. The device humming a soft green glow, corrosive spray was ready. He shrugged a bit. This was his fight, he was in control. No piece of rotting flesh was any form of competition. "Guess it'll be." He said and with sudden action- throwing his Phobia with full force straight into the zomponies face. With a slight distract he charged forward following up with a strike with his shock baton aiming directly to the forehead.

The commander let out a chuckle. With their rigs removed they climbed upon to the trucks nearby along with their new commander. "We appreciate the detachment. Our last operations gave us a rather nasty blow. It'll be some time to reacquire new flyers. Rassadi Forces lead out a massive air operation not too long ago." He spoke. "Just doing our job sir." Razor replied. Watching out from their open back just noting about at the flashing lights and lit runways as they pass about in speed toward the quarters. Just trying to take this all in. "We'll have a hot meal ready for you when you get settled in- after then your introduction brief and summary will be followed-" The commander spoke, "We aren't gonna do it now-" Razor was interupted. "Non-sense, I want you all to get comfortable. A warm greeting I suppose before we set you to work. I'll have you settled to your quarters and we'll go from there." He said giving a soft smile. "Well goodie. A hot meal sounds good." Kris says lounging back into his seat.

@@genessee, @@Hazard Time "Anymore In sight?" He asked to his orbiting eye. "Negative. No other heat signs. Better get to it quick- they may have others on hoof at the town." Was the reply. Running down the hill he approached in haste as he examined at the lock mechanism. Pad lock. Simple. With his baton in paw he struck at it easily snapping it off from its loop hole. Pulling back at the gates Phobia pistol ready the light flooded the room nearly blinding the conscious occupant in there. "You okay?" The aged canine asked them approaching noting at their shackles.

@@Hazard Time,@@genessee,@@BloodDrops With his Vladof assault rifle materliazed in paw he slide downward from the little incline and against a concrete barrier. Poking his head out as the the two guards approached toward his position. With a grenade in paw he chucked it over the top in their direction. With an alerted yelp they dive into the ground as it detonated. It was of course a ruse just to distract and expose them. Raising up and snapping between the two in rapid bursts they were easily dispatched.

Soar let out a giggle as Cirrus displayed her show of excitment. Coming to a halt the Arabian crew team approached along with a rather well dressed- oh that's an officer. "Welcome to my country- Equestrians." He called out, as the crew began assisting in removing their flight rigs. "Commander Hussien?" Razor asked with the two briefly shaking hooves. The commander let out a gentle brush on his burly beard. He looked over to Star noting at the falcon open her head. He chuckled. "That your bird? Or is it lost?" He smirked. Cirrus squaked and flapped her wings. "Haha... she's excited. You do a lot of falconrey?" He aked.

@@genessee,@@Hazard Time, Thankfully, the two were tossed into a solid freight container, with small slots in the tops of the walls revealing what little sunlight they could get. Twas awfully stuffy in there no doubt. He could totally do it. Just make his way in there, take a few shots from here. Move closer. He was weighing options. It was just a small group. With his rifle propped on a piece of metal he peered at one of the bystanding guards. A etched tobacco roll in his magic as he prepared to light it- time to light your world up. With a squeeze on the heavy trigger and an audible pop the round flew with its super sonic speeds. The bandit dropped with ease. There was a tense pause before they came to their bearings. "Oh shit!" One audibly spoke up. Retreating from his hilltop he climed down and back onto the pathway progressively heading to their position.

They decelerated as they descended forming into a graceful glide near the first bits of the runway. Noting ahead with vehicles on standby as they approached. "Mind your steps. Time you gallops." Razor said as they attained closer and closer to ground pitching up slightly as they reached the ground to slow their momentum and with hooves skitting and each breaking into a brisk trot they make land before coming to a halt. Star and her team let out heavy sighs as they remove their helmets. Cirrus poking her head as she looked up to her owner. The pickup team now approaching to them in their bright green trucks. "That went well." Kris said as he cleaned at his ear.

@@genessee,@@Hazard Time, Their vision was cold and dark, accepting of their fate that this was indeed the end. Zombie chow? Doesn't sound like a pleasant way to be remembered. But if there was nothing he hated more- bandit scum and their nippy and lack of moral direction. Strange coming from a bounty hunter? Suppose his times as a soldier himself give him that sense of chivalry- that the weak needed to be assisted when possible and that criminals and evil-doers have to be put down. With EXTREME prejudice. It was a small group. Looks like remnants of those bandit group they mentioned. Just the three. Away on a small junk hill he awaited with his rifle at the little possey. "301? Any signatures around?" He asked/ "Negative. That's the only heat sources there." Came the reply. "Right. I'll get to it." He replied

@@genessee,@@Hazard Time Both ponies were out cold. The mercenaries already at work to carry them about to their cages. With their weight in tow they enter back of the bar and out from the side gates to the junk yards just to the right of the settlement. Time to get a move on. Carefully with his hood up the canine tailed far behind them observing their path as they made their way out of New Haven.

@@genessee,@@Hazard Time This wasnt an idle combat scenario. Urban, close, civies. Hostages and what not. Stealth would be the best approach. Continuing to wait by he put away his Phobia nd awaited for the next move. See were this took him. Nothing he hated more then some bandit scum. And zombes? What was this one on about?

@@genessee'@@Hazard Time With his ears perked up it was difficult not to notice of the fuss outside. With his mesh hood back on he looked about in the direction with the door still wide open. "301 do you see this?"He whispered into his ECHO. "Noted sir. There's a little group of them. Might not be best to tangle." The satellite spoke. Getting up with his Phobia in paw he carefully approached taking seat next to the wall with a closer view as it played out watching at the scuffle.

Pressing his paw onto the turn in button his HUD popped up with a success screen with a transfer of 32,000 bits into his account. With a nod of approaval he let out a sigh. "That was totally not worth it."He said. With a slight disappointment in thought he decided to retreat himself to the bar. @@genessee Passing by both Lance and and the mysterious stranger he takes his leave into a back table. He pulled back at his hood and his head mesh cover to reveal his graying fur into the slight cool air of the bar.

"Well I think you learnt your lesson. Just keep your cool kids." Razor inputted. There was a pick up on the comm. "Dagger squad? This is Tombstone. Do you read, how copy?" A stallion spoke. "This Dagger 1. We hear ya Tombstone." Razor replied. "Understood. Comm check good. Continue on course." Came the reply. Up ahead along the desert flatlands and expansive city was noteable with fairly noted buildings and structures jutting about with a blended and similar color scheme with its area around it. Jakir'Min Rashir, Al-Sulayaminjar Province. 0900 Hours. Just off to the right of it with a straight road connecting about a mile and half away was an lengthy airbase. Runways and open metallic hangars lining about with air control towers and various store houses and quarters lining about. A proper air field just like the one- well not like the one in Baltimare. Nonetheless it was a spectular sight. "Dagger squad your clear for clearance. Procced to land strip 02. Pick up will be arriving shortly. "Roger. Squad- stick with me." Razor said as they turned about and facing toward the direction of the airbase closing their distance.

They followed along in the general form of the military line that flowed just below them with a bustle of activity sporadic inbetween different points along it. Kris whistled a bit. "And I though that defense line in Malteese was impressive. Look at them SAMs." He said. "They're ready for anything. And with air support just minutes away." Razor said. "D-do you think they'll get along with us?" Soar asked to them, slight unassurance in her tone. "Well they better. We'll be stuck with them for awhile." Kris commented. "They're friendly enough. Just know the general rules kids: don't got nothing nice to say? Say nothing." Razor said. "Thanks MOM." Kris replied in a sarcastic tone. Soar giggles a bit.

"Vitals stabilizing. " 301 spoke, the aged canine noting as his health meter returned to its full capacity. The area around him was littered with smoke, with the quarters behind now a collapsed rubble pile. Son of a bitch, the ... actually that was ... crafty? Although a bit unorthodox? With that finished it was time for a retreat. Contract completed. Taking off back into the direction of reverse he made his way outward. The bandits no doubt will be coming back. ---- Felt like an eternity. The sun sparking deep into his eyes as his vision adjusted. Breathing in that sweet sweet molten air and filth. Oh what joy. "I've detected your signature Fallskir. Nice work down there. I had a good prediction chance of your success. Passed with flying colors!" The satellite spoke with good praise. "Eh, coulda been better. His goons were more a fight then the actual target. Too easy." He said as he made his fast pace back toward the New Haven gates. The guards will probably be on high alert. Maybe he'll have to explain himself. The gate was just in view after his brief traversal over the rusted hills and jagged junkfields. Propped up on his little walkway one of the stallions looked down raising his metallic sunhat as the canine approached at his typical running speed. "Hey you! Stop there." He raised his hoof, rifle in the other. "Did I make too much noise?" Fallskir called up to him. @@BloodDrops The stallion looked up and back down to him after examining southward. "You did all that?" He asked. "One problem gone, another help to your little shit hole I guess?" Fallskir shrugged, as though it were nothing. "Helena is gonna be pretty stooked about this. Mr. Mayor is a bit busy-" The pony was cut off as Fallskir entered the gate. "Don't want your approval or your excuse of a leader. Just want me pay." He said making his way barely noticing at the tangled zomb-pony at the center post. @@genessee,@@Hazard Time, The sounds of the chatter and loud songs could be heard admist the bar attendants. Taking a quick stop to note at the drunken holligans slobber and sing into the mighty musked air. He shook his head and continued on toward the bounty board.

Darkness. Shit. Breathing? Check? "301?..."whispered. Feeling a sudden weight on him as he asked for his mechanical companion. "I am here." Came the reply, notably caring. "Vital checks. Pronto." "Vital checks at 47% you've taken a serious injury. Your pelvis has a notable fracture Along with a broken tail. No internal bleeding detected. " he finished. Struggling slight he pushed away at the metal fragments and debris upon him. With a burst of pain he winced letting out a low growl. "Syrenette.." he whispered reaching into his travel satchel for his final one. Sticking it near into his torso as before with the rush of liquids and cell producing micro organic machices doing their job.

Again and again with a toss and a kick and a strike with each motion. Not even getting this sorry excuse of a "king" to get himself upright. And as early as it had begun it seemed over. The minotaur midget laid about in a motionless heap and unmoving. He examined him for several seconds kneeling down- expecting something. Anything. This supposed feared leader with command of this entire underground community of brigands and slobs. So much to warrant a high bounty price- well actually that's pretty low compared to other prices. But it was a starting mission. "You're pathetic." Fallskir muttered under his breath. Confirming his suspicions the bovine laid dead. No more- just loot and disappointment. Umbrage in paw he approached to the open quarters department. Completely cleared of its original layout of bunks and lockers. Only awaiting was a rather decently constructed form of a metallic throne. Quite crafty actually he admired. Just at its feet he noted at the chest. Low behold- his anticipation arose. Ahead of it now he pressed upon the opening mechanism and the swivel arms folded outward to reveal- IF UR READNG THIS- UR FUKD! :3 What!?- accompanied by a loud beeping- No time to waste! Fallskir 180'd high tailing it away out the quarters and away past the steel gates. Had to get away! @@Hazard Time,@@genessee Just outside from amidst their own comotion a sudden rumble shook at the town. With curious eyes looking about- a sudden display of fire and smoke erupted just southward away still close enough within eyesight as junk and debris fly about into the air. It was indeed- a decent display of fireworks at the least for some viewers.