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// The start of something big [Human] 
// Story: From Black Skies 
// by The Fanatical Christian 
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Dairy of Private Ryan Stephson
Entry 1 
12/5/78 
Hello, I am Ryan Stephson, I am straight, white, male living in the good’ ol US of A and I have just become 14.  This is a new diary I will be writing to keep track of my life. Enough said. Today I got my first part time job as a grocery bagger in Target and I am being paid minimum wage, if I work hard I should have enough to go to some form of higher education when I become a legal adult. Other than that nothing interesting has happened to me today. 
Entry 109 
24/9/78 
Nothing much has changed in my life for a while. So instead I’ll just write on what’s happening in the world right now. Tension has been building between Western Defence Front, an alliance consisting of the USA, the UK, Russia, France, Spain, Germany and Belgium and the African-Asian Defence Front consisting of China, India, Mongolia, Saudi Arabia, Iran and a few slave states in Africa. Nothing seems to be coming of it but it is still worrying to think about. 
Entry 134 
9/1/79 
Yesterday world war 3 started. The African-Asian Defence front attacked Russia today over 15 million soldiers died. The west is in chaos and the WDF is scrambling troops. This is all I can write for now, I have to go. 
Entry 334 
23/5/80 
At last I am 16. Now I have enrolled in the US Marines, much to the dismay of my mother. 
I will be leaving with the next bus with 400 other men to the nearest training camp. Soon I will face our enemy and make them pay for the 3 billion human casualties on our sides. We will make them pay for what they have done! 
Entry 339 
28/5/80 
I have arrived at our base camp a started my training. With any luck and the help of reduced training times we will soon avenge our lost. 
Entry 360 
23/6/80 
At last I have finished training and have received my orders, I can’t reveal them but I am very excited to finally fight with the men I have trained with. 
Entry 372 
2/7/80 
I’ve killed people. I haven’t felt right since the first kill, I can still remember it, shooting him in the chest with the plasma cannon. His body ripped apart limb to limb, blood everywhere, the last thing I saw of him was his face, screaming. I may have made myself to sound like a monster in these diary entries but in reality I care about the men in the enemy’s army as much as our own. All I wanted was to avenge the dead but I am still a person and I care for everyone in this war, even if I have to kill them. If an Enemy soldier is reading this, I am sorry from the bottom of my heart for what I have done even though I will do it all again. 
Entry 444 
16/9/80 
In a last ditch attempt to save the West we detonated a prototype weapon over China known as Icarus. It wiped out almost half the planet and made the area uninhabitable as it actually changed the laws of chemistry over that area of land. The blast was so powerful that it pushed earth out of the goldilocks zone towards the sun tidal locking it so it can’t turn on its axis any more. That leads me to where I am now. Humanity banded together and managed to survive in a ring around Earth between where we would freeze and where we would melt. With the help of atmospheric conditioning and a magnetic shield around the ring we managed to save ourselves along with some animal and plant species. Now the sky is red all day and night, the plant life is brown and wilted. The plants only survive with artificial sunlight with a strict amount of plant food. We are all that remains, 3 million survivors, from a glorious race of 18 billion. We now all work together as one nation, one species now. However, I can’t help but to feel sad, my children will never know what Earth was like, what real Earth was like, they will have to live in a harsh hell scape that we created, that I helped create. 
End of diary entries.
Private Ryan looked up from his diary and did something he hadn't done since the survivors settlement was set up, he thought about something that wasn't work. 'I'm 18 tomorrow." he thought with some excitement. After the Icarus event when he lost his family he didn't think about much but work. 
He sighed and thought about how humanity was to get out of this mess. 
He would have thought about it further but a knock came to the door of his assigned room. 
"Um, come in!" he shouted to whoever was on the other side of the door. 
The automatic door opened and a middle aged Asian man walked in wear a army generals uniform with matching identification on it. 
In a flash the Private was on his feet and saluting. "Sir! Private Ryan Stephson reporting for duty! Sir! he shouted with evident fear in his voice.
"It's alright private, at ease." The general who was identified as Mourge according to his name tag replied calmly. 
"Do you mind if I take a seat Private?" The general continued.
"No, no of course not sir." Ryan replied, trying to remain composed remembering that a general could not only have him flogged, but also shot for the smallest of reasons.
"I suppose you want to know why I'm here, hmm?" 
"Yes sir." 
"Well what I'm about to tell you is highly classified at the moment, which is why you were given the sound proofed room, would you like to know what it is?" 
"Yes sir." 
"Well as I said this is classified so keep this to your self but we've built a space ship and a remarkable one at that. 
"A-a space ship sir?" 
"Yes it is the first of its kind. You see shortly before the war an astrologist discovered a small Earth like planet, habitable, in orbit around a sun similar to our own 4 million light years away So now we built a ship using pre and post war tech to transport 200 men, a few plants and animals to set up a colony. That is where you come in private." 
"S-sir?"
We've seen your record private. It's excellent, to say the least. You've fought in the wastes against mutants and in the war against some of the deadliest contraptions ever made. So now we want you to go on this ship with 200 other men and establish a colony for humanity. I know this is fast but I need an answer now. What do you say?" 
Ryan stood there in awe for a few seconds, processing the information. First of all an alien world? What would happen if he left, his family were dead and he so were his friends. His squad had been wiped out before he got a change to know them, hence why he was here. However his mouth answered before his mind could. 
"Sir. Yes. Sir." 



Three years earlier in a top secret equestrian military complex: 
Deep under ground a mint green mare sat in a black interrogation room. In there with her was a brown furred stallion wearing a lab coat. 
"Dr Lyra, tell me about the screams." The stallion asked. 
"W-well, I was trying out a new spell, a telepathy spell. I-it worked great when I tried it on my f-friend Bon Bon. But when I went home that night after a walk around Pony ville, the next morning I was planning to got to canterlot to tell the university of advanced magic of my findings. But I had an idea, the magic, when cast on a group of ponies can't work unless they are all feeling or thinking the same thing, the longer the distance the more ponies thinking or feeling the same thing has to increase or the intensity of the feeling. So I thought it may be a good idea to point it at a star, you know? So I cast the spell at the third star in the hoof star constellation and for a while there was nothing, just silence. I figured it was because even if there was alien life on that planet, they couldn't all be thinking the same thing. B-but suddenly there were nothing but screams, pony screams! Billions of them! A-and then billions more joined them. It was so loud, but then there was just... silence. "