Harbingers: Controlled Burn 3

> Dis is bad, vewy vewy VEWY bad!
> You are an awficer fwuffy and your hewd is safe fow now.
> But you hear lotsa huwty crys and scawy sound!
> You’re really scared!
> But you hafta be brave for your herd.
> The wawa field is safe from the buwny munsta who has gone way.
> But otha munstas are now walkin around hurtin fwuffys!
> You moved your herd into the tall grassies which don’t taste pretty.
> It’s wet and cowd but you can’ see any munstas now.
> And you are wooking for da munstas!
> Dat must mean dey can’ see you either!
> But, your mummas won’t stop makin noise!
> You tell the sissys to make the mummas quiet, but the mummas cry about cowd and scawy noise.
> You go over and bop the mummas on the nose.
> It’s mean but they will be hurty if the munstas find them!
> The mummas are sad but quiet now.
> Your babehs are quiet because they are good bebehs and you’re happy.
> But still very scared.
> You wish your smarty friend was here.

> You’re Drake, the unit commander for ENFF-E7.
> Your flame thrower has seen more use today than it has in the past month and a half combined.
> The fluffies are tenacious hiding in tall grass and in holes.
> They fight and yell and beg every step of the way.
> The first herd was just lucky it wasn’t burned to death.
> The rest of this massive herd is stubborn and well organized.
> Dams and mares are running while males stall the agents of the fire drakes.
> The fluffy herds drag out the massacre escaping into the swamps from agents time and time again.
> Squad 3 is having particular trouble with a particularly smart smarty.
> You move towards their position torching fluffies as they appear with little regard for the details.
> You must have scorched hundreds already and the day is only half way over.
> The 3rd squad captain meets you halfway and explains.
> Sir, this fluffy is way too smart to be any standard smarty he’s cutting losses and leading us away from the mares, dams, and foals.  We’ve killed dozens of his stallions but they keep coming out of the swamp to mock us and run.  He must know we’re here to get them all.
> That’s not good, we’ve heard rumors of truly smart smarty friends but I guess we’re finally meeting one.
> What should we do sir? Do we keep chasing him or move onto different groups?
> Keep on his groups I’ll hunt him. He may be worth keeping for study.  A class boys will love picking him apart.
> Roger that commander, he’s capture if possible.
> Your captain runs to inform his men and you relay the message via radio to the other captains.
> Your flames are running low.
> You need a new plan for catching this blasted smarty friend.
> The fluffy herds are all unified by him, but each has their own smarty loyal to the head.
> But, as time goes on they get more and more spread out.
> You hatch a new plan.
> It doesn’t take long to locate the smarty.
> Despite his intellect he’s still only a fluffy after all.
> Masking your position you observe for a few minutes.
> He’s surprisingly quiet and his orders are concise.
> He’s a unicorn so that’s not a big surprise, but the loyalty his awficer (as he calls them) fluffies show is unique.
> It’s not that he’s a genius but that he’s genuinely smart and a good leader.
> His family needs however lead me right to his brood.
> A single mare with five foals.
> The proof resonates in the air as the foals cry miss and wuv daddy.
> In a flash you leap forward and grab the mare.
> The foals are in shock and hug their father.
> “Smawty daddeh hewp! Munsta gwab mummah! Nee huggies, nee wuv!”
> You hold the mare by her neck, your oversized kukri hovering in front of her face.
> The smarty is beside himself with rage.
> You’ve guessed his weakness correctly.
> “GIV MUMMAH BACK NOW! BABEHS NEE’ MUMMA! NUU KIWW MUMMA!”
> You’ve never been afraid of a fluffy, but this one is surprisingly imposing.
> Well, as imposing as a big fluffy pillow could be.
> “I won’t hurt your mummah, but you have to do what I say”
> He shakes his head and shouts, “ NUU, I NUU DO WHA YOU SAY YOU GIF MUMMA FIWST!”
> You move your blade along her face just barely touching the skin.
> A small trickle of blood runs down her face.
> The foals and smarty cry out, “Nuu mummah! Why wawa juice? Why huwty? Why huwt!?”
> “You don’t get to make demands you little turd. I know you’re the real smarty friend, and I know you’ve been running our men around trying to kill you.”
> “You’re going to get your herd back together and keep them together. If you do I’ll give you back your mummah.”
> “Yuu, yuu nuu huwt mummah? If smawty git hewt yuu nuu huwty dem eifer?”
> Your years of practice make the lie smooth as silk. “Of course, if I wanted to I would just kill all of you. Why would I get you all together just so you are strong? You would beat me if you were all together.”
> The smarty looks like he’s plotting something, but he’s so easy to read you know that your plan has worked.
> “Otay hoomin, I gafer hewd. Now giff mummah bak to bebehs.”
> A deal is a deal, and they’ll meet their fate soon anyway.
> “Here you go, now I’m going to go back.”
> “Otay hoomin g’bye!”
> You think you have the advantage you little shit, but you’re going to lead your heard to their deaths like all the other smarties.