Harbingers: Bulwarks 1

Harbingers: Bulwarks
> ENFF 23rd regional command
> An average unit with around three-hundred men
> The assessment division has been antsy lately
> Some theme park called skettie land has opened recently
> Lots of pets and strays have gathered towards the park but you don't see the problem
> So the local fluffies gather in one place
> Makes your job easier
> You are the unit commander for the ENFF-E23 Bulwarks
> You used to be a demolition and construction worker
> Rather than close the company and sell the vehicles you offered your services to ENFF
> The Cleveland based unit already had one dozer but your vehicles created a fleet
> Your tactics of mobile walls worked well in the city setting
> Masses of fluffies boxed in and crushed by vehicles
> Woodchippers are also widely employed
> The themepark calls in your chippers more than anyone
> Recently you haven't been deployed outside the city
> Huge herds are stopped on the city edges in culdesacs, parks, and parking lots
> But, so far no large herds have penetrated your defenses
> You can understand those who see the mountian of spaghetti want to run to it
> But, herds as far as the next county in all directions are drawn towards it
> The A boys even claim some herds travel over state lines to reach the theme park
> Crazy
> Fluffies can't even survive in familiar territory
> How are they migrating?
> Where do they even find out about skettie land?
> Well, it's not your job to trak ponies
> You crush them
> Driving your fleet of vehicles out towards a city park with a herd nearing 1000 resting there
> You ride in the compactor roller with two agents on the sides
> Behind you a truck carrying parking barracades
> And a van with your agents taking up the rear
> You arrive and are half way through walling off exits to the park when a call comes in
> "E23! E23! Emergency situation! Several megaherds have combined and are making their way into the Cleveland area!"
"What are you talking about? Where is this herd?"
> "It's not just a herd, it's several dozen megaherds!"
"Well where are they coming from calm down man!"
> "They aren't coming from one direction they're headed from all sides! There are thousands and rising!"
> Damint, what was the A company doing?!
> "It'll be a few days till they arrive in the Cleveland area if they move at a reasonable pace."
"Okay, so what's the plan this is way beyond the scope of our unit alone"
> "We've contacted ENFF 1, 3, 7, 11, 14, 22, 24, and 31 their agents are on their way now"
> "We have to secure the area until they arrive"
"Okay I'll pull my men back from this job"
"We need to prepare city wide defenses"
> "We'll get D team on coordinating with the local authorities and contact the national guard"
> The next few days are agonizing
> Local authorities laugh at the threat of fluffy pony invasion
> The national guard is also unwilling to respond
> "Just do your jobs and cull them while they are in the woods"
> Even your fellow devisions are unwilling to respond
> "Look, if you guys in the 23rd unit can't handle a few ponies then you should hire new help."
> You have few options
> You decide to attempt to kill the maximum number while you are able to operate
> Field agents are employed en' mass to stall the onslaught as much as they can
> The E team exterminators even the A team scouts, C team cleanup crews, and the B team trainees are sent into the fray
> For two solid days tens of thousands of ponies are slain
> It doesn't even decrease the hoard by a trickle
> The A teams are getting sacked for this
> They got too lazy and let the activity in the fields outside the city go unchecked
> Over 250,000 fluffies have been confirmed
> An estemated 750,000 are within a days travel of skettie land
> That place is gonna be ground zero in less than 24 hours
> Field agents are pulled back and all men are deployed in the surroundings of skettie land
> The park manager is less than pleased that 300 men in exterminator uniforms and a fleet of dozers, rollers, and vehicles are deployed in the parking lot
> You try to warn him
> It's to no avail
> Even now there are more strays here than usual
> Within the hour the baracades are set up at the entrances
> Agents are instructed to hold the tide while they evacuate
> Then you see them
> A swarm of screaming crying fluffies are running down the street
> "Fwuffy suu happy! Skettie wand wight hewe! Fwuffy make it!"
> They are literally crying with joy
> The hell they'll face as they encounter the barracade will change that
> The men behind the waist high concrete walls are armed with various construction implements
> Some have fire hoses waiting to fire
> The vehicles are positioned to run around the park fence crushing all in their path
> Then the fluffies hit the barracade
> All hell breaks loose
> They paw at the concrete practically rubbing their hooves raw and screaming to be let through
> "FWUFFY HEWE WET IN! WAN SKETTIE! WAN FUN! WET IN NOW NOWWWW! NEEEEAAA!"
> They're screaming and tantruming as the hoses are turned on them
> Dozens are torn to shreds as the powerful sprays send fluff flying across the street
> Waterlogged bodies slam into brickwork and lamp posts shattering and leaving fluffy caracases on the walls
> Those who get too close to the wall are begining to pile up