I am a Displaced, sent here by the loathed Merchant. But something happened that doesn't normally happen in a Displaced. Say hi Martellus...
Greetings, I am Techmarine Martellus of the Blood Ravens 3rd company.
So now Martellus and I are stuck in Equestria with only my little sisters brony knowledge that she babbled at me to help us survive. I guess being a Space Marine doesn't hurt either...

Cover pic by Manual Control (Thx so much man!)

Never forgive, Never forget - Motto of the Dark Angels

Spartans never die... They're just missing...

After buying weapons from an unknown vendor at Comicon, Viktor, Sebastian and Alexandra are sent into a world where a war is tearing the country apart. And this is not the only threat they face.... for other threats lurk in the shadows... and along the way, they will discover that they're not the only ones out there....

I do not own Halo, Warhammer 40,000, SoulCalibur or MLP, all rights belong to their respective owners

Nyx belongs to Pen Stroke (I highly recommend checking out his story!)

Rated teen for mild swearing and mild gore

For millennia I have watched this world, unable to influence it. Then, a thousand years ago, I was freed from my prison. I stayed in the shadows, influencing the world in subtle ways.

Now with Luna's return I reveal myself. They will need my help if they are to survive what I have foreseen. My name is Magnus and I will not fail again.

Disclaimer 1: This is a displaced story. If that isn't your thing please don't read it. No, seriously don't read it.
Disclaimer 2: I will be playing around with Warhammer canon so don't freak out if some things don't add up at first.

The Adeptus Astartes, great defenders of mankind. Unless they're just some guy who's been thrust into being one due to the whims of fate and some sort of extra-dimensional being. Especially so when that guy is weird, possibly likes classical literature a bit too much, and might be a little insane.

A displaced story and my first story that I've shared anywhere, so please be gentle with your scathing comments.

Warhammer 40k/MLP crossover. all copyrights to their respective owners, Games Workshop and Hasbro.

I have no idea what happened or how I got here all that I do know is I'm in a world full of talking horses.

Ya I thought I was crazy to or dreaming, but then stuff happed some blue horse with a horn and wings is after me. Not only that the ones with horns have magic!. Well good thing I live in this forest then.

One thing that keeps bugging me is how these three little horses, how in Gork an' Mork name do they keep finding me!?.

(This is a Displaced Story. If you hate them, please leave)
People don't know how agonizing it is being alone for a few thousand years, stuck in a chair the whole time. Let me tell you, it's not fun. Then, this teeny weeny 'Princess' shows up and acts like she's the boss. Oh, and Sparklebutt is there too.

So, how did this happen? It's was probably that angsty Merchant asshole. Should never have bought from him. News flash kids: when a creepy Merchant guy walks up to you with very desirable wares, walk the fuck away. It's a damn trap.

But the worst part of my endless torment? I'm a fucking corpse sitting on a golden throne, writhing in agony as I slowly decay into nothingness.

....fuck you, Merchant Asshole.

And Sparklebutt, JUST. FUCKING. STOP.

(If The Emperor Had a Text-to-Speech Device)