Galaxy of War Volume 1 Chapter 2

Galaxy of War
Part 1
Drafted
Chapter 2
Fever

>Falling
>Falling
>Endless falling
>Tumbling
>Which way is up?
>What the hell is going on?
>Where am I?
>All I see is an endless black void
>I look down to see my yellow fur illuminated as though I were in just a normal room
>I spread my wings, trying to catch some air and stablize myself
>Nothing
>There's still a sense of falling, but I don't feel myself slowing or stablizing
>Still tumbling
>I start to hear wind
>A quiet whooshing at first, but slowly it begins to get louder
>I see a white dot
>It looks like I'm going towards it
>Okay, that's my horizon
>I think I'll go that way
>Not like I have much else to go to
>Not like I can go anywhere else, now that I think about it
>Not unless I can manipulate gravity
>Can I?
>...
>Nope, nothing
>The wind is getting really loud now
>I come ever closer to the dot, and I fall through it
>My surroundings have suddenly changed, and I see now that I'm in some sort room
>I never gave much of a shit about the names of rooms or real estate, but I'm pretty sure this qualifies as a den
>Theres a fireplace, and sitting in a recliner is Sierra's father, Mr. Hammer
>In his lap is a partially assembled M1911
>He's slipping the recoil spring back into position as he speaks to me
>It looks like he was halfway through a sentence when I fell into this experience
>When the wind dies down, I hear Mr. Hammer finish his sentence
"-and if she is ever hurt, EVER, know that I will never forgive you."
>The moment he finishes his statement, he slips the barrel bushing back into place with a loud *SNAP*
>Suddenly, my field of vision starts to dissapear, and it looks as though I were falling backwards into a pitch black tunnel, while what was my field of vison becomes distorted
>Just before I am out of hearing range, I hear my voice echo back to me
"Yes sir. Understood sir..."
>The window to the den vanishes, fading into the darkness
>I look down, and I can't see myself
>I'm definitely there, I can tell that much, but I can't see fuckall
>Suddenly, the pitch blackness starts to give way to light, and suddenly, the entire tunnel lights up, pure white
>I start to fall backwards into a new realm
>I'm in what appears to be a white dome
>The walls are... fuzzy, so to speak
>I'm halfway between sitting and laying down
>I can feel a weight on my chest and stomach
>I look down
>It's her
>She's...
>Sleeping
>She's holding my forelegs
>I feel really cold all of a sudden, and I realize she's shivering
>I'm shivering too
>Fuck
>Why is my vision panning upwards?
>Great, there's that falling sensation
>And right on cue, I fall away from that vision and I feel myself start tumbling through the darkness
>I start to hear the wind again
>It's not just wind I'm hearing direct from the source
>It's echoing down from the light I'm falling away from
>The wind gets louder than before, and suddenly starts turning into an EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>The void starts to light up with a blue light
>Suddenly my field of vision is filled with information
>I'm all of a sudden standing on a ship, that much is clear
>The screaming wind has turned into a crack, followed by a whistling that dies away quickly
>I'm moving forward in a bipedial position, towards the port side
>I can see some warships sailing in formation with the ship I'm on
>I'm rushing forward towards the port side, across what looks like that nonskid stuff
>I'm also holding a rifle and decked out in BDUs
>Halfway there and I see two gloved hooves come up and grab the deck, and watch as I run up to a pony clad in BDUs of some sort and a balanclava
>I see myself try to slam the guy in the nose with my buttstock, but the guy catches it with one hoof and grabs the forward grip with the other and starts wrestling with me for it
>My momentum isn't enough to put him off balance, so for about ten seconds we're jerking the rifle back and forth
>Eventually, I manage to shove him over the edge of the deck
>And he drags me along for the ride
>Fuck
>About five feet below the deck is a net, and when my assailent and me land on it, my momentum causes my head to smash into the other guy's face, but my helmet takes most of the energy
>I look up to see the battlefield and see a P-3 pony flying over little PT boats in the distance, dropping torpedos
>He dodges gunfire, banking between the rounds quickly
>Suddenly, I see one of his engines burst into flame, and before he can compensate, he rolls to the starboard side and nicks his wing on the surface of the water
>As his wing is stopped in just a few meters, his momentum causes him to do cartwheels for several dozen meters, before coming to a complete stop in the water
>I feel my mouth open as wide as it can as I scream in horror
"SPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!!!"
>As I scream the word, I am thrown backwards into the void again, and the wind follows me as I tumble
>The space I'm falling through starts to light up again
>Tan light fills the void this time
>The screaming wind is overwhelming now
>I fall sideways through a hole in the void into where the light is coming from
>The screaming wind has become the sound of roaring of turbojets
*THUD*
>A grunt escapes me as I slam sideways into a mass of metal
>It seems like a cheap car parked on the side of some sort of dirt road
>It feels like I'm in a desert biome
>Only a few moments after I slide into the car, a pony I know well slides sideways into the car as well, facing towards me, as A-10s, some of which are plane ponies, others the full sized inanimate aircraft, drop munitions a few blocks away
>It's my buddy Red
>His mane is cut short like mine, down to about five inches, rather than his usual nose length, and he's wearing BDUs just like mine
>As he screams into a tiny mic on his shoulder, gunfire bursts out across the street, and rounds impact the car
"Hawkshot 1-2 to Actual, we need support diverted to our position!"
>I hear a voice in my head and feel a slight buzzing sensation in my jaw, as the radio sends the audio feed up through my bones and to my ears
"Actual to Hawkshot, we do not have the resources available to send air support to two soldiers. Just hang on and wait for reinforcments. Out."
>As Actual finishes transmitting, I raise my rifle and blindly spray fire over the hood of the car
"Asshole!" Red shouts at no one in particular
>Red raises his machine gun over the door of the car and pokes it through the back window and sprays about 30 rounds blindly, giving the other side of the street something to worry about
>As he screams out "FUCK YOU TOWELHEADS," I pull my weapon back into cover and hit the mag release
"Fucking Actual can't divert any fireteams to help us out?!" I ask as I pull a full mag out of a pouch
"Brass has their head up their fucking ass as always!" Red replies, fiddling with his M27
>I pull out a cylindrical grenade and squeeze the spoon, but before I can pull the pin, I'm thrown against a wall, and my ears are filled with the sound of EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>As the claws on chalkboards in my ears quiet down and the dust settles, I see that I'm on my belly coughing and sputtering in the sand, my rifle still at my side and the unarmed grenade sitting in front of me, and I begin to hear two voices
>Red's and mine
"-FUCKCOCKMOTHERFUCKERGODDAMNSHITFUCK-" Red sputters as his voice intermingles with gunfire
>Meanwhile I try to gather my gear and spit and sputter something along the lines of
"-AND WHEN SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS IT FUCKS WITH MY EARBALLS AND I CAN'T DO JACK FUCKING SHIT BECAUSE IT'S LIKE MY THIRD FAVORITE SENSE AND IF YOU'RE TOO CHICKENSHIT TO TAKE YOUR CANDY ASS TO THE FUTURE AND SMASH THE DEFENSE GRID SO SKYNET-"
>As I scramble back into cover, I realize that the car has moved about 3 feet closer to the wall I slammed into
>The area around the trunk is burning and the engine block is blown open
"GODDAMMIT!!!" Red screams as he scrambles to get into a firing position, laying on his left side, and starts firing
>As I scramble to get into my position, a pointless thought goes through my head: "I sure hope this engine block isn't Magnesium"
>Suddenly, I hear a loud chain of THOOMs coming our way, and the gunfire coming our way suddenly changes direction, and the tracers suddenly go towards the right, where the booming is coming from
"Fuck you Hadjis!"
"Oo-fuckin-rah!"
>As curses and celebratory calls ring out intermingling with the gunfire, an LAV-25 followed by an MRAP comes down the street
>Soldiers providing infantry support move alongside the two vehicles
>I begin shouting out cheers of my own
"USMC, BITCHES! FUCK YEAH!"
>Suddenly, a beautiful voice comes on over the radio
"I heard you two needed a lift!" Sierra laughs
"Hell yeah!" I roar in reply as she does a low flyover
>Red slaps me on the back
"That girl was a good fuckin' choice!"
"Fuck yeah, man..."
>As I hear those words come from my mouth, I fall back into the void