Twilight massaged her forehead with a hoof as she tiredly walked around her castle trying not to dwell to long on the day's latest string of unfortunate events. Apparently when she'd sent Fubar to patrol for Chaos in the castle, he'd stumbled across Starlight's room. Her cutie mark had supposedly reminded him too much of some eight pointed star that was somehow tied to chaos, so he had proceeded to toss everything she owned out the window and then set it on fire. When the fire department had shown up to try and put out the fire he'd threatened to throw them on the fire under the suspicion of supporting chaos worshipers, and for being filthy degenerate xenos who did not acknowledge the emperah's glory of course. Twilight had spent the last few hours putting out the fires that had sprung up from the incident, in too many cases literally, and apologizing to Starlight. At the moment she wanted to just climb into her bed and hope that she could fall asleep and wake up to find that the past week had all been one long horrible nightmare, that she had simply been in a coma or something all this time.
She stopped when she noticed that her personal hell made flesh was standing outside on a balcony looking up at the night sky. Twilight considered just sneaking past and ignoring the giant, after all she was rapidly reaching the point of insanity from having to deal with the monster. Then she remembered that she had promised Spike and Pinkie to give him another chance. She still considered giving the juggernaut a chance tomorrow after she had slept, but rationalized that if she did that he might well try and kill some passing thestral for being a heretical mutant or something.
Inhaling deeply through her nose and letting the breath slowly out her mouth Twilight turned to face the astarte warrior and immediately noticed something off about him. He not only didn't have an obvious weapon at hand, but he had removed his helmet, something she'd never seen him do. She could already notice a small bit of wispy grey hair on the top of his head, and more than that he didn't seem like he was about to leap on something with the intent of violently murdering it. Twilight briefly considered the soul crushing possibility that she might actually have another space marine monster on her hooves. "Captain Jac'ass?"
The Captain turned his head to glance over his massive right shoulder pauldron down at her and Twilight found herself a bit surprised at the creature that she saw. The grey head of hair was marred four deep scars, three appeared to belong to the claws of some unknown creature while the fourth was more of a long singular line, the fourth seem to have taken half of the man's right ear whenever he'd earned it. His nose might have once been prominent before it seemed to have been pounded flat from multiple breaks. A single emerald eye gazed down at her with a kind of tired disgust that Twilight felt affronted to have directed at her. All and all the face made her think of the creatures on the other side of the mirror portal blown up to monstrous proportions with tiny eyes. Honestly Twilight had been expecting something more vile and evil under that armor, seeing this, was almost more disturbing.
The man turned away from Twilight and with a tired irritable snort, "What the hell do you want, Inquisitor?"
"What are you doing out here?" Twilight wracked her tired brain for the least objectionable reason, "Scouting for enemy fliers?"
"No, just looking at the stars."
Twilight paused as she forced her mind to restart. "That doesn't seem like you. Is something the matter."
"I do not recall my travel to this world, I have no idea where I am, I am being SO POORLY FUCKING UTILIZED IT MAKES ME TEMPTED TO SIMPLY PURGE EVERY EMPERAH DAMNED XENO COCKSHEATH ON THIS DAMNED PLANET, AND I AM WITHOUT EVEN A SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF MY FART SNIFFING LAZY ASS BRAINDEAD BROTHERS WITH ME ON THIS FUCKING MISSION. I AM COMpletely and utterly alone for the first time in centuries. Looking at these stars I can't even recognize a single one. I haven't received A SINGLE COCKING REPORT ABOUT ANYTHING GOING ON IN THE REST OF THE BLOODY IMPERIUM THE ENTIRE TIME I'VE BEEN ROTTING LIKE A BRAIN DEAD NURGLITE ON THIS SHIT STAINED XENOS INFESTED PILE OF RANCID SHIT PASSING FOR A GARDEN WORLD. FOR ALL I KNOW, everyone else is dead." He snarled like a caged beast, "And now I'm SPILLING MY FUCKING GUTS TO A TRIPLE FAG XENO WITCH INQUISITOR WHORE LIKE A DAMNED PUSSY!"
Twilight took a step back in utter shock at the most productive and meaningful interaction she had had with the roaring giant during her entire time with him. She took a nervous step forwards, then a couple more and rested her hoof on the man's knee. Ignoring his warning growl she smiled up at the man beside her, "You know it's not a bad thing to have these feelings or talk about them Captain. In fact you should probably voice such concerns more often, it might make you feel better and be less angry all the time."
Twilight felt immediate regret which was swiftly replaced by mortal terror as before she had time to blink, she was swept off her hooves and lifted into the air by her throat. The experience was made all the more terrifying as Twilight discovered that the man's left eye, and more than a bit of his face, had been replaced by three glassy red eyes and several chunks of metal. "MAYBE IF I WAS SOME WEAK ASS PISSY XENO BITCH LIKE YOURSELF OR SOME WEAK KNEED MILQUETOAST PUSSY OF A GAURDSMAN SUCH FEELING WOULD BE ACCEPTABLE YOU STUPID LITTLE TRIPLE FAGGOT." Twilight flapped her wings, slammed her hooves against the hand that held her, as the terrifying half mechanical face that had already blown past red and was turning purple dominated her view, "BUT I'M NOT, I'M AN EMPERAH FUCKING BLESSED ADEPTUS FUCKING ASTARTES. AND NOT SOME OVERHYPED TOILET SEAT LICKING ULTRASMURF, A RAGING UNSTOPPABLE CHAOS DESTROYING BADASS ANGRY MARINE. MY RIGHTEOUS FURY HAS BEEN SCRAWLED INTO MY FUCKING GENETIC CODE FOR THE SINS COMMITTED AGAINST OUR LEGION AND OUR BELOVED IMPERIUM. NOTHING SHALL EVER QUENCH MY FURY, CERTAINLY NOT SOME STUPID BITCH WITCH THAT SUCKED ENOUGH COCKS TO GET HERSELF AND HER PEOPLE SOMEHOW OKAYED WITH THE THRICE DAMNED INQUISITION."
Twilight found herself dropped unceremoniously on the ground. She gasped for breath as she instinctively backpedaled into a corner to try and put some distance between herself and the monster attacking her. She braced herself against the wall with wide eyes as she tried to still her heart, massaging her throat and cast a furious glare up at Fubar who was once more watching the stars with an angry glare of his own. Finding herself ignored Twilight slowly calmed herself and straightened up, giving the towering beast an uncertain look as she found herself unable to decide if she should be afraid, angry, or sad. He was every bit the violent, murderous, xenophobic monster she thought him to be, but she did in fact catch a glimpse of that sadness Pinkie said he carried. She honestly didn't know whether she should continue trying to reach him, run away and hide under her bed, or resume trying to find a way to spirit him away in some manner she felt certain he would never ever possibly manage to return.
Then a weak, weary voice laden with despair trickled into her ears, "Twilight."
It had come from Fubar, but it would never be recognized as him by any who heard it. The new voice made Twilight perk up in nervous excitement as she carefully examined the astarte. Fubar Jac'ass' shoulders where no longer impossibly square, but sagging and defeated, despite still being a three meter tall terror, he seemed much smaller than he usually did. He was looking back at her with a face so sad and devoid of anger that Twilight wouldn't have been able to recognize it as Fubar's had she seen in a crowd. "Danse?"
"Yeah," the stranger in the angry marine's body said sadly, "Sorry about that, I was trying to resurface earlier, but he never really stops fighting that little niggling voice in his head."
"How long do we have?" Twilight asked worriedly.
"Not long," the man stated sadly, "Have you managed to find a way to separate us yet?"
"No, I'm trying, I really am, but," Twilight hesitated, "I'm also not certain I should, you're the only thing really holding Fubar back and-."
Twilight gasped out in pain. Despite not being Fubar, the entity named Danse still inhabited the body of the Angry marine. In an instant he'd spun around, crossed the distance between them, and tightly gripped Twilight's forelegs in what was an unintentionally bone crushing grip. "Please Twilight, you have to free me! I can't survive in here! I'm being constantly crushed beneath the weight of Fubar's mind. Every day I feel like I'm losing more and more of myself to him. I don't know if we're becoming one, or I'm simply being erased bit by bit. Either way it is horrifying, painful, and unstoppable, I need you to save me Twilight, please!"
"Danse," Twilight gasped as tears began to spill from her eyes in pain, "Stop. Please."
"You have to get me out of here Twilight! You have t-to gET, GET. OUT. OF. MY HEAD!" Twilight's limbs were released as Fubar's body seemed to suffer a stroke and in an instant became the living avatar of the Emperor's righteous fury once more. He stood up and began to visually sweep the area with such speed his body was a blur, "EMPERAH DAMNED CHAOS PSYKERS, GET YOUR MULTI-DEAMON COCK SUCKING ASSPIPE OUT HERE AND GET YOUR FREE CHAINSWORD ASS RAPING YOU COWARDLY CUNTS! I'LL SHOW YOU-" His eyes fell to where Twilight lay gasping on the floor, curled into a ball of pain, the occasional sob managing to squeeze its way past the pain. "FUCKING JIZZ SNORTING COWARDS USING ME TO ATTACK YOU IN THEIR STEAD."
With alarming speed and almost equally alarming gentleness Twilight found herself in the giant's arms. "LET GET YOUR BUSTED ASS TO THE MEDICAE BEFORE SOMEONE DEMOTES YOU TO GLUE INQUISITOR."