Crashing This Thread [MLP]

Crashing This Thread
>Not the most ideal place for the tradeoff, but you’ve seen worse.
>The airstrip you stood on rested above a city recently bombarded by artillery. Scents of the burning wreckage wafted into your nostrils.
>Rising plumes of light gray smoke still rose into the cloudy sky above, matching the dreary colors the weather brought in.
>A roaring engine in the distance got your attention, and you stepped out of the door of the navy blue plane onto the dirt runway.
>The Special Forces team accompanying you had already taken defensive positions around the plane.
>You walked a few steps ahead of the squad to meet the occupants of a rapidly approaching land cruiser.
>As the jeep continued bumping over the rocky terrain, you latched your thumbs between your blue shirt and belt and spread your legs a little wide. You had to look intimidating to these Eastern European anons.
>After coming to a very abrupt stop, the men hopped out and shoved a very nervous purple unicorn across the brown landing strip towards you.
>Looks like they held up their end of the deal.
“Twilight Sparkle, I’m NTT.” You said while hefting a large white briefcase towards the driver at her side.
>The driver eagerly took the arranged payment: Lewds drawn by !rARITY.
>His satisfied look quickly changed to one of concern as he watched the mare nuzzle your left hand.
>”She wasn’t alone.” The man stated, which brought a look of confusion to your face.
>You looked past the driver to see 3 hooded, tied-up men being led out of the vehicle.
“You don’t get to bring friends.” You said to Twilight while scratching the underside of her chin.
>”They are not my friends…” Twilight whispered, noticeably shaken. A member of the squad quickly took the upset mare inside the plane.
>”Don’t worry, no charge for them.” The driver stated.
“And why would I want them?”
>”They were trying to grab your waifu. They work for the cannibal. The masked man.”
“Lecter!?” You excitedly stated before turning to the Special Forces unit. “Get them on board, I’ll post it in!”

>Once the plane rested at a high enough altitude above the nearby mountains you decided to put your plan into motion.
>One way or another you’d get information out of these guys.
>You bring the bound mercenaries into the middle of the plane and have them flanked on either side by the soldiers.
>Twilight sat further towards the front of the plane behind you, hiding behind the seat while looking towards the commotion.
“The flight plan I just filed with the thread lists me, my men, and Twilight Sparkle here. But only one of you!” You explained as you yanked your handgun from its holster.
>With a flick of the wrist, you motioned for one of the soldiers to open the plane door.
>With a loud squeak, the door opens. The pilots flew at a low enough altitude that there was no noticeable difference in air pressure.
“First one to talk gets to stay on my aircraft!” You screamed over the rushing winds.
>The first thug was dragged over to the doorway, his head stuck out of the doorway.
“Who paid you to grab Twilight Sparkle!?”
>The howling air drowned out most sounds, but the man definitely said nothing. You cocked your pistol unnecessarily and shot out the window. No doubt it would motivate these other anons to spill the beans.
“He didn’t fly so good! Who wants to try next!?” You said while motioning towards the second goon.
>Further down the plane, Twilight rolled her eyes at the improper use of ‘good’ but continued watching.
>The soldiers grabbed the second hooded man and placed him in the same position as the first.
“Tell me about Lecter! Why does he wear the mask!?” You screamed as you pressed the barrel of the pistol to the man’s head, cocking the gun for emphasis. “Lot of loyalty for a hired gun!”
>The third prisoner suddenly spoke up. His voice was loud, but sounded like someone speaking into an empty cup and wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. It sounded kind of autistic.
>”Or he's conjecturing why someone would discharge the bullet from a firearm into a man before propelling him out of an aero plane.”
>As a soldier closed the airplane door, you turned your attention towards the third bound man.
“Wiseguy, huh? At least you can talk. Who are you?” You questioned, wondering why he sounded like a tryhard English major.
“It doesn’t matter what our identities are due to anonymous culture. What matters is the blueprint for attainment of our goals.”
>Tentatively, you reached a hand forward and slowly pull off the black sackcloth around the anon’s head.
“Not a single soul took interest in my character ‘till I put on the disguise.”
>A hideous sight lay before you, the anon had donned a flesh colored mask around the lower half of his face. It certainly wasn’t a breathing apparatus, but he it did have some thin metal bars stretching across his mouth. You couldn’t tell if the mask made him sound funny, or if he was just doing it to stand out.
“If I pull that off, will you die?” You asked with a clear tone of fascination.
>”It would be tremendously agonizing…”
“You’re a weird guy.”
>”For you.”

“Was getting caught part of your plan?”
>“Of course!” Lecter replied, far louder than you expected.
>”Twilight Sparkle repudiated my proposition but approved of yours. I intend to ascertain what manner of topics she articulated to you.” Lecter responded as he looked towards Twilight, licking his lips and flashing his teeth.
>”Nothing!” Twilight nervously interjected. “I said nothing!”
>A loud rumble shook the plane, you paid little attention to it as it was likely just air turbulence.
“Well congratulations, you got yourself attention!”
>”Sir?” One of the soldiers interrupts, but you pay him no attention.
“What’s the next step of your master plan?”
>”Crashing this thread. With no survivors!” Lecter announced as a multiple thumping noises were heard outside the plane.
>Taking the noises as his cue, Lecter stood up and broke the rope which bound him and came at you.
>Gunfire ripped through the windows of the plane and downed two of your men. Those guarding the other mercenaries began beating up the still bound men rather than shooting at the people who were a threat for some goddamn reason.
>Fortunately for you, all the flying bullets conveniently missed you. In a physics defying moment that made even cartoons look realistic, however, a cargo plane flying above somehow managed to pull the plane you were in forward, tipping the nose towards the ground hundreds of feet below. You fell towards the front cabin, careening past a wide-eyed, panicking Twilight.
>Lecter dropped down the cabin, using the seats as an improvised stepping stool.
>The plane had lurched so far forward you heard the wings tear off. The tail of the plane was blown open, and the wind came lurching into the hull with a sickly moan.
>Twilight screamed as the last man alive from your squad fired a pistol up towards Lecter, but he was quickly killed by the approaching men.
>Lecter’s mercenaries rappelled down into the plane, bringing a body bag which had a pony the same shape, color, and build of Twilight.
>”A-Anon! He’s going to eat me! He said he’d suck my bone marrow out and-AAAAAHHHHH!” The mare let loose a scream of pain as Lecter injected a needle into her flank, drawing blood through a surgical tube towards the dead doppelganger.
>Your waifu’s screams grew shorter and more pained as she lost more blood.
>Lector wrapped Twilight in a harness, and saw another one of his men preparing to exit the plane.
>”No, they anticipate one of us in the debris, my colleague!”
>”Have we started the fire?” The man asked.
>”Affirmative, the passion intensifies!” Lecter answered while looking towards the screaming unicorn in his grasp.
>“Compose yourself Twilight, now is not the interval for terror! That is for our bedroom!” Lecter explained as he pressed the button on a controller, releasing the plane with you, your men, and the remaining mercenary.
>Gravity’s embrace took control of the plane as you fell towards certain death.
>Who would’ve thought you’d die with some terrorist Eurofag in a falling plane?
>You weakly flip off the only other person still alive in the aircraft just as the wreckage hits the ground.
***
>With a start, you awoke gasping for breath.
>You’ve had that same dream for months now, with only slight variations making it any different.
>Twilight rests peacefully beside you and to sooth your still worrying mind you checked her flank for any pricks made by needles.
>There weren’t any, of course.
>With a glance out the window you guessed it had to be 1 or 2 in the morning, and you snuggled up back beside Twilight
>You make a mental note to send Luna a letter about this in the near future.