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Applejack watched passively as the human pressed a button at the base of his neck, a hiss accompanying the gesture. A loud click could be heard as the human jerked the helmet to the left, then slowly raised it above his head.
She was slightly surprised to see the face of the human, although she didn’t know why. Her best guess was the outward appearance being much like some sort of Flim and Flam mechanized scam.
His long, greasy hair hung down to his jaw; it remained flat against his scalp from what Applejack assumed was from wearing the helmet for long periods of time. His skin was almost a ghostly white; possibly due to the same reason. His skin was almost transparent, veins and arteries appearing at certain intervals. The dark-red blood that caked the side of his face provided a stark contrast, almost giving him a healthy tone where it ran down his cheek. Grizzled stubble coated his wide jaw and rose up to meet his developed cheekbones, which bore ragged, ugly scars that crossed over his nose and mouth. Her eyes traveled up the smooth ridge of his nose, eventually stopping at his twin jade irises. They locked eyes for several moments, Applejack slowly finding herself lost in his pupils. She felt a strange comfort staring at them, the dull sheen of the jade bringing a sense of serenity and security. However, the longer she stared, the more a horrifyingly raw sense of fear began to build in her stomach. Stories of unimaginable tragedy, courage and sacrifice almost began to seep from them, consuming her, snuffing out her own memories with an overpowering veil of—
She broke eye contact, gasping quietly in shock. To her relief, the human replaced his helmet with obvious alacrity, not exactly comfortable with showing his face. “O-okay, Ah believe you.” She stood back up to her full height, looking up confidently to the soldier. “Apology accepted.” She paused, kicking at the ground again. “A-and Ah’m sorry for suddenly assumin’ that you were only out to hurt mah brother. I shoulda’ put myself in yer hooves before I start jumpin’ to conclusions..” She mumbled dejectedly.
John simply nodded. “Care to pass the sentiment to your brother?”
She nodded back, trotting back to her brother, a smile replacing the angry expression from before.
John couldn’t help a brief smile before turning back to the Princess. “There. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a rendezvous.” He started off towards the west, eyeing the pillar of smoke that was supposedly rising from the Dawn’s wreck. He had given up too much to these ponies (for lack of a better word). He should have left when he gave them his real name; he wouldn’t have had to take off his helmet.
He felt a tug on his hand stop him. “Wait!” He recognized the purple one’s voice. “Can’t you stay for a bit longer?” John glanced back at his hand, the glove enveloped in a purple aura of sorts.
I just beat one of your friends into near death, and you want me to stay..? This place is weird… John pulled his hand away from her magic’s grasp. “As I said,” He said sternly, “I need to go home.”
The cool touch of liquid mercury filled his ears. “A rendezvous with who? You told me you came alone?”
John cursed under his breath. “Unfortunately,” he said, in a louder voice than last time “That information is classified.” John stated flatly, pulling the card ONI always did to him. He figured out why ONI had always liked using the phrase.
Unfortunately, this ended up piquing the princess’s interest. “So… You’re not alone?”
John frowned. “Yes and no.”
The Princess looked up at the moon. To John’s relief, her interest was waning with her waxing fatigue. “Well, it’s getting late… I think I’ll head back now.” John was about to sigh with relief before the Princess gave him a disapproving stare. “But at any rate, I can’t have a lethal soldier from space wandering Equestria.” She gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, it’s not like I don’t trust you…” She said, shrugging her wings.
John scowled underneath his helmet.
“That’s why I’m entrusting you to Twilight and her friends. They’ll keep an eye on you for me while I’m away.” She explained.
John’s heart sank. Dammit, why can’t she just let me go?! John thought furiously, his irritation slowly escalating into anger.
His self-control battling his emotions, he was silent for a time. He finally spoke once he knew he could keep his voice level: “If you insist, ma’am.” He replied, his emotions silently screaming obscenities at the Princess.
“Good. Glad to see you’re cooperating.” The Princess sighed, turning to leave. “Good luck, Twilight. I trust you’ll keep an eye on him.”
Twilight nodded. “I’ll keep two.” She said, her voice trembling.
John looked down at her curiously. Is she okay…?
As soon as the Princess left, Twilight leapt up with joy. “Wow! Finally, I can ask you some questions!” Twilight squeaked happily.
John took a step back from the purple pony, unnerved by her excitement.
Fluttershy cleared her throat. “Well, first, we need to figure out where he’s going to sleep.” She cut herself off when the group was staring at her expectantly, including John. She lowered her head, batting her eyelashes nervously. “Um, unless you guys would rather set that aside for now..”
Rainbow Dash yawned cavernously. “It was late when you guys invited us to see the meteor shower to start with.. I think I’ll have to head home before I’m too tired to fly there.” She glared at the Chief briefly before taking off. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow! Bright and early!”
As Rainbow flew out of earshot, Applejack chuckled. “Knowing her, that’s probably not true.”
Rarity started off, Pinkie close behind. “I think we’ll have to turn in as well.” Rarity sighed, struggling to hold down a yawn. “Pinkie, care to walk with me? The Boutique is on the way to Sugarcube corner.”
Pinkie bounced off soundlessly, a smile pasted on her face.
Fluttershy frowned. “Wait, we never figured out where he’s gonna stay…” She trailed off as Rarity and Pinkie disappeared over a hill.
Twilight blinked. “Well, he’s too big for the treehouse. The door’s probably a good four feet too short for him!” She said.
Fluttershy nodded. “My house is even smaller than Twilight’s, so I don’t think he’d fit here either.
Applejack remained silent for a few seconds before speaking up. “Well… he can sleep in the barn.” She said, almost sounding disappointed. “Should be plenty big enough for ‘im.” She sighed.
John flinched visibly. Now he had to steel himself for a long, awkward walk with that farmpony.
Applejack smiled sheepishly. “Ah’m sorry to ask you this, mister, but… Could ya carry Big Mac for me?
John finally let out a sigh. The walk just became a mental marathon.
--
After for what had seemed like an eternity, a bright red barn came into view. Rows of apple orchard seemed to extend off towards the horizon under the gentle vibrance of the harvest moon. Or what he thought was the harvest moon.
He immediately noticed how many similarities this “Equestria” had to Earth. Moon, stars, normal-looking trees and landscape. Even the wildlife was similar to Earth’s organisms. There were green planets such as Reach, but the native life was always alien to newcomers. However, this place shared many characteristics with Earth.
A polite cough broke John out of his pondering, turning his attention to the stallion tossed over his shoulder like a rug. “Y-you can put me down. Ah think Ah can walk from here.” He managed to wheeze.
Feeling somewhat awkward now that he was awake, John eased the red stallion onto the ground, stepping away. He watched as the large workhorse trekked back to the farmhouse, his sister at his side, supporting him up the hill. John blinked as the red stallion was replaced with Sam, and the farmpony with Kelly.
John shook his head, dispersing the memories springing unbidden to his mind. The last thing he needed right now was to lose it in front of complete strangers.
Applejack returned, a smile gracing her features. “Big Mac’ll be alright; he’s pulled through much worse.” She nodded towards the barn. “Well, I s’pose ya got barns back where ya live?”
John simply nodded.
“Well, same thing. Jus’ head inside an’ pick a spot ya like.” She said simply as they approached the red door. She nosed it aside, nodding for John to step through.
The interior was surprisingly spacious, the barn coming close to normal dimensions of an officer’s meeting room. The roof was at least six feet from John’s head, which worked well enough for him. He would be laying down, anyways.
Applejack indicated a large pile of hay in the corner. “You can jus’ pull out the pitchfork an’ it’ll make a fine bed. I’ve slept on it plenty of times, so no worries. It’s about as comfy as it gets. Least ya got yer armor to keep the itchy hay off yer skin.” She said, yawning. “Well, I think I’ll hit the hay, too. C’ept it’ll be back at the farmhouse,” She quipped, chuckling at her own joke.
John watched her go, his eyes following her as she entered the house, the porchlight snapping off after the door closed. A grin tugged at the side of his mouth. At least I can leave now. Too bad these creatures are a bit too trusting. Closing the barn’s door, John quickly snapped on his armor’s headlamps, removing his ammunition pouches and emptying their contents on the floor. He frowned at the lone combat knife joined by a few stray bullets that had fallen out of their magazines. Stuffing the combat knife into its holster on his chest, he replaced the bullets into the ammunition pouch, standing up and looking around for anything that could be used.
His eyes fell on a trough full of what appeared to be clean water. John’s dry throat ached just looking at the water’s inviting surface. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to get hydrated before I leave… John absentmindedly ran his hand across the air filters that were situated on the helmet’s mouth guard. Maybe even shave.
After making a quick check around the barn to make sure no one was around, John removed his helmet, setting it to the side so the headlamps still shone light on the trough. The Spartan gazed at the clear water, his reflection wavering in the ripples and the blue-white lamplight. Without hesitation, John pressed his cracked lips to the water, taking a grateful sip.
The water wasn't ice cold, but it was cool from sitting outside during the night, which was enough for John. After he had drunk his fill, he set about washing his face, rubbing off the dried blood and rinsing out his shoulder-length hair. Once it was justifiably less-greasy, he started shaving his face with the combat knife, reducing the prickly stubble to a smoother, more manageable surface. After momentarily admiring his own handiwork, he replaced his helmet, dumping the trough out in the corner of the barn.
He took a final look around the interior before sighing. Time to move. He pushed the door open, mumbling a silent thanks to Applejack before sprinting away towards the pillar of smoke that was still rising in the distance.
--
John slowed to a walk. After a twenty klick sprint, he felt that there wouldn’t be anybody following him.
He glanced back at the now-distant town that was merely a speck between the distant rolling hills. They’d probably be finding the empty barn right about now. A near-indiscernible pang of regret flitted about in John’s chest cavity before he pushed westward, hoping to reach the desert soon.
However, he stumbled on a small incline, suddenly realizing his legs weren’t agreeing with him. A wave of fatigue washed over him, threatening to make his knees buckle. John cursed at himself; it was practically his own fault for not giving himself ample time to slowly work his muscles back up to their previous capacity after being in cryo for so long. Nothing seemed to be working in this place.
Desiring somewhere out of plain sight, John searched the horizon, spotting a sparse forest ahead. He jogged up to it, passing through the skinny trees. He needed a larger one that would be easy to lean up against and become invisible from any oncoming equines. Or whatever else lived on this planet.
He spotted a wide oak, giving a rare smile. He sagged against the bark, his armor scratching the tree’s rough exterior as he sat down. His eyes fluttered closed as another wave of fatigue hit him like a tsunami. John sighed in relief. Time for some R&R… He thought, his consciousness quickly swept under the blanket of complete blackness.
--
The lazy buzzing of a bumblebee coming through John’s helmet speakers woke him up. Waving the insect away, John blinked away tiredness, arching his back and stretching out his arms, shivering as the feeling flowed back into his extremities. He gave another smile as his back cracked satisfyingly. Relaxing, he moved his leg to stand up… However, something was holding it down.
John’s head turned slowly; he didn’t want to make any sudden moves. His eyes widened when he noticed a purple hoof resting on his shin. His eyes followed the foreleg attached, his eyes resting on the purple unicorn from before, sound asleep. How…?!
He tried to move again, slowly moving his leg out from underneath her hoof. He winced as the hoof collided with the ground with a dull thud. To his dismay, her eyes slowly opened, and she flashed a weak smile. “Heh. Caught you.” She mumbled.
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Nice chapter overall, but I must disagree with one thing.
I doubt his hair'd be shoulder length. It'd be far too impractical with his helmet and I don't really think it'd have enough time to grow that long. I mean, he got new armour at the start of Halo 2, right? Just before the award ceremony? Surely he'd have a trim then? And, of course, he could have had it cut afterwards. There's plenty of time in both 2 and 3 where he was either in transit, or not really doing anything. Just a thought.
Otherwise, good. No major technical worries that I found, and the story seems to be progressing steadily.
WTF STALKER TWILIGHT!?!?1
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>>790726 I doubt that as it would be a major design flaw, the only reason the armor doesn't have night vision is because of the games. There is no way after spending as much money as the UNSC spent on the Spartan's and their armor that they would not include night vision. Most of the things, like taking away the zoom on the pistol for Halo 2&3 was because of game balance and would never have happened otherwise.
>>790938 actually your forgetting the armor isn't designed against telekenesis or other speciallised external forces yes the overshield can take a punch but when its being pushed from all directions it doesn't stand. also no matter how skilled you are magic is a cheap shot. it leaves little to no room for reaction time and its effects very fare more than what the humans are used to. so really john vs a unicorn with some telekenetic strength really wouldn't be a fair match atleast for chief. i mean if twilight got the nerve she could easily subdue chief. she picked up a bucking usa minor for crying out loud ond those things are about as heavy as a scorpion tank if not heavier. i mean jon can roll a wharthog but a scorpion tank? get real. as i said before john cant reallly fight the equestrians directly but i doubt he wants to anyway. if theres more info i'm not getting let me know. the only ones i really think would stand a chance would be the spartan ones but their all dead on reach.
I like the story, but it's getting less... 'Chief-y', if you know what I mean.
One as the Master Chief, especially after all of his training and experience, would have a fine mental clamp on his thoughts. On top of that, 'weird' doesn't seem to be a word in a genetic super-soldier's vocabulary. The emotion is fine, he's not cardboard cutout. But, even in a world of magical ponies, he's got to have a firm grip on himself, sans the 'War Flashbacks'.
Otherwise, good job. Just work on his mental dialogue a bit.
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Another thing.
Halo 3. Multiplayer map "Sandtrap." Those two vehicles called Elephants. It is possible to flip one of those on its side, and then you can walk up to it and put it right side up like a Warthog.
Amusingly enough, the prompt that tells you how to flip the Elephant right side up says something like "Press right bumper to... wait, how did you do that?"
so a spartan can also right a fallen elephant... big mac your gonna have a HUGE problem trying to right that shit 
>>791063 Well, do remember that Unicorn magic requires physical strength, and a lot of it if you are trying to contain a half-ton genetically augmented soldier. As far as I know if chief resisted and tried to fight his way out of a telekinetic trap, any unicorn would not be able to keep him contained, except for maybe Luna or Celestia. Also remember that the Ursa Minor was not fighting back when Twilight caught it.
>>792391 hmm yes but twiligth could just lift chief into the air removing most of his ability to resist. as i said before magic is cheap aslong as your creative and know what your doing also when it comes to winning a fight its not all about brute strength alot of fights are won through finnes and skill chief has had little experiance with levitation fields and wouldnt have much protection against unicorn magic. but you are right in the respect that most unicorns would be unable to hold the chief down twilight is an exception to this rule IMO along with select specialised unicorns amongst the royal guard. shining armor is excluded because his specialties lie in protective fields and shielding spells to block attacks.
Really? How was he preoccupied with that inside the Frigate? And what about the time between Floodgate and the Meeting with the Admirals to discuss the message from Cortana?
Besides, he doesn't even need to be with UNSC forces. All he needs is 5 mins with a knife. A few quick slashes and done. No more hair in his eyes.
Here's the real kicker though. The entire of the Halo trilogy takes place from September to December 2552. So even if he did manage to go without a cut for that time, that's still not enough time to go from a buzz-cut to shoulder length hair.
>>791268 I thought it only blinded and had a chance to instantly knock out.
>>791176 It floats a good bit into the air. He can also flip an Elephant.
>>791063 I'll start caring when you learn how to capitalize correctly. And get the difference between "Your" and "You're", as well as the difference between "Their", "There", and "They're". Until then, I am ignoring your posts.
You clearly haven't read the Halo book "The Fall Of Reach" .
The coin toss was for John and John only. It was a little bet between him and Halsey.
Chief won. As always.
All good but your leaning way too close to pushing Chief out of character. His inner thought arn't usually that emotional. He bottles most of it up and if he ever lost it he wouldn't be the Chief we know and love. Also he has to be emotionally in control or he never would have made it past the flood like some of those marines who went near suicidal. My point is work on keeping him in character a little more.
I am glad to see a new chapter and I look forward to whenever you get around to finishing the next one.
To those of you who are demanding an estimated time for when Blazer finishes the next chapter....He will finish it when he finishes it. Simple as that. Until then...
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I think that Chief might be suffering from PTSD. Sure, the MC is really tough mentally and emotionally, but given all he's been through, then waking up with his world completely changed, it's not a far stretch to say that he might be affected by it- he's still human, after all.
Cortana is one of a kind as far as AI's go, if my memory serves me. She was copied (though not completely) in one of the books, but she was never mass produced.
United Nations Space Command Transmission 34670J-17
Encryption Code: Red
Public Key: File/ Douglass-Six-Six-Lima
From: Fleet Admiral Lord Terrance Hood, Commanding Officer, UNSC Home Fleet
To: Spartan 117 Historical Research Authors
Subject: MOAR
Classification: EYES-ONLY
I hereby order more of these historical documents to be released as soon as possible.
>>798677 How do we know that? I haven't seen an episode where they actually say any kind of measurement, but I have seen rulers lying around in various episodes. Just assumed they call them feet; I'm dubious to the fact that they'll call them "hooves", since it wouldn't really make sense.
>>793249 Truth be told, two months can be long enough for hair to grow like that, depending on the person. My hair, for example, can go from crew cut to the middle of my back in three months. It... is really annoying... anyway, just thought I'd put my two cents in on that...
Nice chapter, but the wait was WAY too long. I am loving this, however. keep up the great work! 
Let me just get you a couple of links to pages about SPARTAN-Is.
http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/SPARTAN_Program
Scroll down to ORION Project under Subordinate Units
http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/ORION_Project
That is the actual page about SPARTAN-Is.
You honestly might be thinking of SPARTAN-IIIs, and, again, they didn't all die on Reach. They were actually first introduced in Ghosts of Onyx, one of the novels.
>>814948 actually i think your right because i usually do get them mixed up. ok well so there's more spartan II's and spartan III's but there trapped on the shield world. also john 117 is the only one that is free to cause havoc on the covenant forces... great. so basically john is still the last spartan left excluding 1's and 4's that is untill halo 4 comes out then you can count the spartan 4's
No idea why, but the idea of John having shoulder length hair bugs the hell out of me. He's never been described with it, and it would likely be uncomfortable in a helmet. While it would be out of military regulations, he is special forces, so personal grooming standards tend not to apply to them. Other than that not too bad.
signed the good dr.
"John couldn’t see very far, as he lacked VISR night vision that the ODSTs had..."
You know...that always bugged me. SPARTANS are supposed to be the Darth Vaders. The Death Machine. A cross between The Schwarzannegger's 'Terminator' and 'Commando,' but with ACTUAL military precision and cold calculation. The Big Bads of their version of the Milky Way.
Hell, John-117 himself, after receiving his augmentations, AT THE AGE OF 14, was able to severely mess up several ODST'S he was testing against and killed ONE OR MORE of them.
Yet, the UNSC, after putting in all that time, money, and effort into creating them didn't bother installing a night-vision option for their head's up display and instead gives that to those ODST second, and much more annoying, stringers (though I do admit, they're helmets are pretty bad-ass)!?
Or is that just game-play mechanics? Anyone more versed in Halo Lore care to elaborate?
You do know that "Halo: Combat Evolved" happens on 2552, September 19. And "Halo 2" takes place on October 20. One month apart in the game/book series right? And "Halo 3 start date takes place on 2552, November 17. And on December 11 the Master Chief is in cryo on the Forward Unto Dawn due to a the ship being cut in two, due to the collapse of the slipspace from the firing of the ring. He would not have shoulder length hair at all. You do not age while in Cryo. And on 2553, March 3 Lord Hood puts up a monument in honor of the fallen.
And the visions of the past are only slightly believable. And the Chief wouldn't be tired. He just came out of cryo or the fall from the ship. Spartan IIs are meant to keep fighting even with severe injuries. Like broken, fractured bones. Torn muscles and etc. He also has amazing eyesite even without the HUD due to the augmentations he underwent.
>>897937 Because of the numerous night ops in the first game (After smashing Jacob's brain out comes to mind) It would kind of be cheating the atmosphere, but in ODST you couldn't see fifteen metres ahead of you in the mombasa missions so you needed VISR. Reach just was a later thing with the lesser S3's as they didn't have the great augs like lovely Jorge the S2 had. So Jorge probably didn't need it.
>>1403263 A couple months is about how long it takes me to grow my hair to that length. Guess I grow my hair out quickly; I used that for judgement. I'll give him a trim, then.
Slightly believable. Could you elaborate? Like, it's not likely he'd be having them?
Yeah. True that. Crappy writers often use this technique. It's called the "brain fever" plot movement.
>>1403263 Gave him a trim. Thanks for that.
"Slightly believable?" Like, it'd be unlikely that he'd be having them?
Yeah, true. Less-experienced writers like to make their characters suddenly feel tired and go unconscious so they stay stationary in the movement of the plot. You may remember in Frankenstein, where someone randomly gets something called "brain fever" and passes out for half the book (Which obviously doesn't exist).
So, basically, I used it this once to cover up a plot hole, seeing as this was written a year ago.
>>2525789 Actually, I've read the books (Up to Ghosts of Onyx, anyways). Only thing is that I read them back in 6th grade, about six years ago. Save for Ghosts of Onyx and First Strike. Those were 8th and 7th grade respectively, so 4 and 5 years. And I skipped over a lot of the factual information cuz I was bored by it.
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