MasterMustang

Got room for another request? I may have something interesting and unique for you... ^^

I think that is supposed to remain open to interpretation.

ok

His name is Dracula spelled backwards... vampire enough for me. ^^

The Colonel sits silently glaring coldly at the Lieutenant... This idiot may have just started a war on a second front. If Twilight dies in their hands then the RLF will not only have to face the war with Pierrot alone but also the GEF fury. Also... if she dies... he doesn't know... He looks away to hide the sharp pain of the thought and he returns is angered gaze to Tailwind. He gets up from his desk and walks quitely to his side until only inches seperate them. Striker looks down upon Tailwind... [colour=#006400]"I'm going to be straight with you... if I didn't need every last one of you on the ready for this potential war, I would have shipped your sorry *** to the brigg... if she dies I will demote your whole security detail and put you on latrime duty with your own toothbrush till the day I retire... do you understand me, trooper?" [/colour] Striker speaks very coldly. His words are like spears of ice while his eyes are beaming with a brilliant fire... After Tailwind replies, Striker says, [colour=#006400]"Dismissed, get out of my sight..." [/colour] Just as the Lt. was just about to leave and open the door, the Colonel reveals something very troubling. [colour=#006400]"Hold up. Tell this to no pony... FIY, that mare you shot was no other than Twilight Sparkle... I don't think I need to tell you what would happen if she died in out hands... now go, carry on."[/colour] After Tailwind leaves, Striker continues to sit quietly glancing at his watch... (If you want, Val, you can control Dr. Ivy for posting.)

Honestly... I'm not the best writer, Val... maybe you can help me?

I perfer the way they protray vampires in the anime Hellsing. One of my favs. ^^

I'm so getting in on this but I'm gunna take a creative approach with a tribute character of mine. Enjoy! ^^ BTW, this whole thing reminds me ot the Guilds from the world of Ravnica in MTG. 1. Names: Sub-Zero 2. Sexes: Stallion 3. Ages: 28 (in human years.) 4. Species: Earth Pony 5. Appearance: Sub-Zero is a stallion of medium height but he appears much taller as he is one of the few known ponies who have adapted to walking bipedally on their rear hooves. This is more of a social custom of his clan but its also very effective in combat. Sub-Zero has a very strong and defined physique. His coat is a cold cyan, and his eyes are an icy sky blue. He has a short mane and tail and are brilliant, almost biolumnescent, ice blue. His physical features are only known to his clan and anyone outside has never seen him without his mask, let alone his armor. His cutie mark is that of a frozen ninja star. 6. Origins/Residence: Sub-Zero and his clan live in the far frozen north just outside the Icewalker's Domain. His clan avoids the city as they are seen as nothing more than ignorant tribals and thus bring unnecessary attention to themselves. They are rather isolated within the mountains north of the city. His village is hidden amungst the lone tundra forest within a caldera of an ancient extinct volcano. 7. Bio/Background: Sub-Zero is a earth pony of his clan, the Kori no Yurei, the "Ice Ghosts" in his clan's ancient language. His bloodline is that of nobility in his clan and thus he is very well respected and highly regarded. He is the current grandmaster of his clan like his father before him. His childhood was formal and tough. Endless amounts of training make him as strong and as cold as arctic ice. He never knew what love was. The closest thing was his mother's affection which for some reason she would only show in private. Perhaps she wished to keep it secret so that Sub-Zero's father wouldn't think that she is weakening him. The only emotion he has ever shown was anger otherwise he was and is very lacking in emotional expression and ties. His parents are dead and he has no siblings, only a few cousins. He vowed to his father at a young age to be the strongest warrior ever. Today his clan has fallen on hard times and he is the only cryomancer left in his clan regardless of the many strong assassins he has. So, Sub-Zero has taken it upon himself to abandon his clan's isolation and step out into the world as a mercenary. His loyalty is to the highest bidder but still only second to his clan. 90% of his earnings he sends back to his people so they can afford food and medicine. The rest he keeps for his travels. Hows this? ^^

Col. Star Striker - RLF Secret Bunker, Medical Bay ---> Command Deck The new Colonel arrives at the medical level and rushes to the ICU until he is stopped by the head surgeon, Dr. Clear Ivy, Chief Warrant Officer. She is one of the best field doctors we have. She treated Striker several times before and during the war. She looks like she is getting prepped for surgery. [colour=#EE82EE]"Easy there, sir. Where are you going?" [/colour]she asks condenscending tone of voice. [colour=#006400]"Look, Doc. I need to see the infiltrator. A purp-... I mean... a mare that was shot by one our security. I need to interrigate her." [/colour]Striker pleads with a concerned but still anger sort of voice. Under his skin hides great worry and concern for Twilight. Normally Striker would still be feeling tormented by these feelings but because of the situation, he simply acts and doesn't think. [colour=#EE82EE]"Well that will have to wait, sir. The bullet pierced her left chest cavity above her heart. She should be fine but the surgey is still risky. She's lucky that she fell flat after the round struck her otherwise the bullet would have fallen and knicked her aorta. If that was to happen she would have been dead by the time help arrived. This mare is some sort of lucky that rivals yours but she isn't out of the woods yet, because of the severity of the wound and the threat it poses to her, I will be performing the surgery. It will be at least an hour, sir. Please calm yourself and wait."[/colour] she says trying to get Striker to relax. Striker sighs. [colour=#006400]"I see. I have every confidence in your abilities Doc. Page me when the surgey is done and she is awake."[/colour] [colour=#EE82EE]"Yes, sir." [/colour]Doc Ivy replies as she heads into the ICU surgery room, number 3. Striker turns to find 1st Lt. Ironside behind him who greets him with a salute. [colour=#0000CD]"Sir, will she be alright?"[/colour] [colour=#006400]"She should be..." [/colour]he says softly but then his eyes harden and his neck muscles stiffen. [colour=#006400]"Bring Lt. Tailwind to my office... now..."[/colour] he growls slightly as he turns and heads back to the elevator. He makes his way back to the command deck and slams his door as he enters his office and falls into his chair, craddling his head with his hooves. [colour=#006400]"Please, Celestia... Luna... let her be ok..."[/colour]

your a **** lol

Aww... I wanted to make things explode...

The fastest aircraft I have at my disposal (which is rather limited after the war) is a pair of F-22 Raptors able to reach a max speed of 2,410 km/h and has a range of over 2,500 km/hr... but that range is only with extended-external fuel tanks so that is more like 1,700 km. So lets say you are about 3,500 km away, then? So... I guess you are screwed... sorry... Makes me wish I had a baslistic missle satilite in orbit... *caugh Freelancer caugh* (lol jk)

[colour=#006400]"Applejack, it's Striker, I know this is a secure line but I need to talk to you in person. Do you know where Site X-117 is? You may know it as the old Equestrian Aerospace Defense Command bunker. Please, I need to-"[/colour] just as Striker was about to finish 1st Lieutenant Ironside, an MP, pages Striker for an urgent matter over the P.A. [colour=#0000CD]"Col. Striker, page Security Station - A. We have a situation, sir. I repeat, Col. Striker, please page Security Station - A immediately. There is a situation. Over."[/colour] [colour=#006400]"D***it... I'm sorry, mam, but I need to go. Arange for an escort to Site X-117 ASAP. See you soon." [/colour]Striker hangs up and immediately dials the number for the security station. [colour=#0000CD]"Security Station - A, 1st LT. Ironside. Is this you Col. Striker, sir?"[/colour] [colour=#006400]"It is, what the Tartarus is going on up there, soldier?"[/colour] [colour=#0000CD]"Sir, Lieutenant Tailwind was making his rounds and stumbled upon and intruder. He discharged his weapon and she is in critical condition. We are moving her to the Medical Level's ICU."[/colour] There is a silence at the end of the line. Those words sent a shiver down Striker's spine... Twilight... Soon this shiver spawned a very angery stallion. [colour=#006400]"HE WHAT?!?!"[/colour] [colour=#0000CD]"Sir, he-"[/colour] [colour=#006400]"You mean to tell me that we have a base full of highly trained personel able to detain a lone, single, and unarmed prisoner with no effort and the first thing that dumb*** does is fire his weapon?!?! What kind of security detail are you running?!?!"[/colour] [colour=#0000CD]"But, sir, we-"[/colour] [colour=#006400]"Save it, 1st Lieutenant. If she dies, Tailwind will get a court-marshal, and you will be demoted. Is that understood?" [/colour]he growls. [colour=#0000CD]"Yes... copy that, sir. (Get her to the ICU Medbay NOW or it will be your *** in there!!!) Ironside, out."[/colour] The Colonel slams his hoof on his desk in a fit of rage. Do these idiots even remember their basic training and the rules of engagement? Do not fire unless fired upon, unless you have orders otherwise to prosecute targets freely. He gets up and burst out his door and towards the elevator. Everypony in the Command Deck and onward stare in a little fightened silence. Striker looks like a rampaging buffalo on the charge. He gets in the elevator and presses the button for the Medbay just below the Helipad level and aircraft maintance bay level. [colour=#006400]"Somepony is getting a boot up their ***..."[/colour]

I can provide close air support with a few fighter bombers instead of those heli's. The Hive can't be outside Equestria's borders... is it?

Hmm... perdicament... gunna have to make a post refelcting this later

woo!!! just set up a post and waiting for you ^^

Any openings? ^^

Looks like you are on your own in that battle Chysie unless it looks bad, then I'll help. Xp

[colour=#006400]Colonel Star Striker - RLF Secret Bunker, Barracks Level[/colour] Just as Col. Striker exists the elevator he approached by a comm officer who just exited the adjacent elevator. He appears to be out of breath. [colour=#FF8C00]"Sir!... I...."[/colour] he pants. [colour=#006400]"Easy, soldier. What is it?"[/colour] [colour=#FF8C00]"Sir, we have just recieved startling reports from our covert surveiillance equipment monitering the outlining area of the Changeling Hive. Video surveillance reveals a large unidentified force advancing on their position. Markings upon their armor don't register with any known factions or the GEF, sir!"[/colour] the comm officer says in a slight panic. The news startles the Ranger. He thought this war would be at least weeks away. Looks like that b******, Lunar Cross, failed to give an accurate time table for us... Striker's eyes harden. [colour=#006400]"So... it begins..."[/colour] [colour=#FF8C00]"Wha-... sir? Shall we mobilize a response team?"[/colour] [colour=#006400]"No. We will not intervene at this time. Queen Chrysalis is far more intelligent and clever than most give her credit for. That is why Major Briggs commissioned the use of covert surveillance equipment upon the Hive. I still don't trust her myself but I am confident that she can hold her own however, have the 2 Apache Longbows stationed here on standby and ready for ground support in case this thing begin to turn south for them. We will need the changelings to defeat this threat, for now divert as much pony power as you can to moniter the advancing force and the ensuing battle. I want as much data on them as you can collect from this skirmish, understood?"[/colour] the Colonel orders. [colour=#FF8C00]"Understood, sir."[/colour] the pegasis replies with a salute and hurries back down to the Command Deck. This information is troubling but not as much as Free's death. His friend... why did he do it? His appetite disappears at the thought so turns back and enters the elevator, He decends to the command level and makes for his new office next to Applejack's. As he enters he notices how formal and simple it is but its homey. Various partiotic pictures and posters line his office walls, most are REA posters but a few are REA and Ranger pictures of soldiers and armored calvery. There are a few RLF banners for formalities. Behind his desk is a perfect and unscarred REA flag on a silver pole. Free... you did this didn't you?... Striker takes a seat in his office. He begins to reflect upon this situation. How can he lead the RLF when his experience limits him to a most a company of soldiers? Perhaps that's why Applejack retains most of the command. She is a very strong and motivating presence. The soldiers were always motivated by her presence, even Striker at times... he's going to need her help. Maybe at least talk to her. Hopeful she realizes the promotion they were given. The Colonel picks up his phone and contacts the Comm Station above. [colour=#4B0082]"Comm Station here, what do you need, sir?" [/colour]answers a young mare's voice. [colour=#006400]"Patch me through on a secure line to Major Gen. Applejack's field comm."[/colour] [colour=#4B0082]"Right away, sir."[/colour] Striker awaits as his call pings AJ's communicater. They gave her a nice toy. It can operate as a radio or as a phone. The guys in the labs do slow but good work.

kk ^^

did I miss something?

So, TBB, where do you want Free's funeral? Equina? Canterlot Ruins? Where would you like?

[colour=#006400]Colonel Star Striker - RLF Secret Bunker, Striker's Private Quarters ---> RLF SB, Command Deck ---> RLF SB, Elevator[/colour] The Colonel places the "Key" down on his night stand. His thoughts shift back to his CO and friend, Free... his last moments with him were not very... appropriate... he regrets not staying by his General's side. Maybe if he was there... he shakes his head trying to resist the urge to take Free's death upon his concious... resist feeling responsible... but it doesn't work out well... guilt washes over him. If only their last meeting was on better terms... if only he didn't succumb to his own weaknesses... maybe... just maybe... He gets up and gets dressed in his REA Ranger Battledress, pins on his collars and above his ribbons the silver rank crests of Colonel. He loads up his M9 and places it in his holster upon his waist. The stallion trots to his desk, takes one last swig of his brandy, and salutes the old and ragged REA flag that hangs in his room. Just as he opens the door, a guard awaits him. He salutes. [colour=#FF0000]"Sir! You left this in the X-3DC interrigation room, sir!" [/colour]He stallion hands him the nickle plated .44... Striker's face remains emotionless... [colour=#006400]"Thanks, soldier. Dismissed."[/colour] [colour=#FF0000]"Sir!"[/colour] he salutes again as he continues on his way. The worn Ranger renters his room and leaves the revolver on his desk and places that cursed bullet next to it... after a dreadful pause, he turns away and leaves, locking his door behind him with his keycard. Col. Striker makes his way back to the busy Command Deck. He stands upon the pedistal that overwatches the whole room. He places on a headset and activates the bases P.A. system. It's time to tell them... [colour=#006400]"Attention all personel, this is Colonel Striker. I regret to tell you all that General Free Quickhoof is... dead. Out of respect for his memory and your view of him, I will not explain the manner in which he died but know this: our General, our leader... our friend may be dead but his dreams live on. They live on within the steel and concrete of this facility, they live within each bullet in your rifle... and they live within the honor and loyalty you all had for him and our great cause. His death may weigh heavy on our hearts but we are strong, we are vigilant, and we will carry on. We will make Equestria whole again. We will bring peace and justice back to our home, which was taken from us long ago. We will defend our nation from all threats, both foriegn and domestic. However, as of today, I am susepending all low-priority operations, excluding research projects, until further notice for the proper time to grieve and remember the General. His funeral will take place in 3 days. I'm not sure where but I will be there to lead his service and deliever his final honors. You all are welcome to come pay your respects but I'm sure that you already have. Those who have critical duties to perform are excluded from coming unless you can find a replacement. Without further delay... In his memory let us have a moment of silence to honor our fallen comrade and fly our flags everywhere at hald mast. If you will..."[/colour] Ponies all stand and remove their hats and headgear. The whole facility goes silent... only the humming and various other noises that this facility makes passively can be heard. After a few moments Striker speaks again. [colour=#006400] "Thank you. In his absence, Major General Applejack and I will be supervising the RLF, however Applejack will offically be taking Gen. Quickhoof's place as Supreme RLF Commander. I know I don't have to tell you how to treat her. That is all. Carry On."[/colour] Striker removes his headgear and turns off the mic. He leaves quietly even as all eyes are upon him. He heads up the elevator on his way to the messhall... after all of this he is starving...