Alanoth

Cornish slang for George, which sometimes means earthworker

Welcome friend, enjoy yourself here, its very easy to do that ^_^

Iron remained close to Brave, using the recovered assault rifle to eliminate what remained of the various smaller Akrid in the area. He soon caught on that the glowing orange areas of their body were vital points, so he took aim and soon eliminated them all. He sighed and then returned his attention to the Sergeant. "This is serious...let me see if the medics made it, otherwise I'll be right back." He quickly began sorting through the wreckage and bodies, looking for survivors and/or supplies.

Iron had enough of a strong body to resist any truly mortal damage, but he was still dizzy and disoriented. He looked to his right and saw the sarge, then looked to the left and saw one of the squadmates get killed by something's pincer. It impaled his skull?! He immediately grabbed the nearest weapon, not sure if it was his or not, and scrambled over to Brave. "Sergeant! We have to get out of here, now!"

Brawny smiled in appreciation at the young colt and hooked the cart to his back. "Y'all wanna come with me?"

Brawny remained in the corner but looked up as the phone cal ended. "What's the news?"

Brawny had daydreamed off for a moment, then shook his head and returned to reality. "Sorry about that little guy, spaced out for a second. How's the cart looking?"

Iron chuckled as well, and held out a hoof after a moments's hesitation. "Iron Willmane, Specialist."

Iron felt himself just a little anxious over the entire situation. They were now en route to an unfamiliar location, in unfriendly territory, with no back-up to assist them should something go wrong. This screamed blasphemy according to all of the training he had received these past few years, but he didn't question it. He merely checked and re-checked his weapons, not wanting something to go wrong should they meet hostiles soon after landing. After all, be prepared had been his bunkhouse's motto, and they had a 16% survival rating, more than anyone else did. He snapped out of his thought and looked up to the Sergeant, and nodded in affirmation. "I'm fine, sir."

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Welcome to Canterlot, have a great stay here, and should anyone give you a hard time, just holler!

Welcome to Canterlot! I hope you enjoy yourself here