"As I sit here with a bullet in my shoulder and a bullet in my stomach, I wonder what lies ahead of me. I've lived a damaged life but I digress, your probably wondering why an old man like me is surronded by bodies and is bleeding to death." The man coughs up a little blood, "To tell you the story we have to go back to when I was 18 and joined the army, oh where are my manners my name is John J. Rambo, green beret" John coughs again this time a sizable chunk of blood comes out.
"Now to begin my story we have to go back to where first blood was drawn, I had just gotten back in the states and was hiking back home, when my journy and story truly begin. All I wanted was some food but that piss ant sheriff wanted to cause trouble and almost an entire town died because of him." "The sherriff was lucky Trautman was able to talk me down, I was sent to a labor prison for a couple months until Troutman returned and offered me freedom, in exchange for going back to Vietnam to rescue soldiers that were held captive."
"Well I succeeded, but was recaptured, I escaped of course and travelled to Thailand. Trautman found me again and wanted me to accompany him to Afghanistan. I refused of course but he went without me and was captured so I went and rescued him." The man coughs again. "I returned to Thailand to live a life as a peaceful man."
"However it only took ten years for everything to go to hell when people wanted to help some grief stricken locals down the river. I told them it was a bad idea, they didn't listen and got captured. When the mercenaries came i decided to help rescue the people I transported, and decided to finally go home to my family's farm."
"Which leads to the new events Im at least 65 now I was 23 when my personal wars started, this last war was to get a girl I considered my daughter back from a Mexican cartel. I succeeded but she died, so I did the only thing I was any good at, and waged war. I carved the heart out of the bastard that had a hand in killing her, and now I sit here in my rocking chair surrounded by smoke and bodies, bleeding out and I can't help but think." The man coughs again, more blood leaking out of his mouth.
"I think about the people I've lost, the people I managed to save. I keep their memories alive, but I have no one to keep mine and thats alright with me. I wonder about where I'll go, I can see the light. Maybe it's something good, maybe not but theres only one way to find out."
In another dimension:
"Princess Celestia, Princess Celestia" a random gaurd shouted as he ran into the throne room.
"What is wrong Short Sword" Princess Celestia asked worry clearly in her voice.
"I'm sorry to disturbe you Princess, but anothe five mares have dissapeared near the border of Zebrika" Celestia paled at this news. "That is not all Princess, five Griffin females have also dissapeared near the Caribou border" Short Sword said worry and fear clearly audible in his voice.
"Are you certain Short Sword" Princess Celestia asked as Short Sword nodded his head. 'Dammit all to hell' Celestia thought outloud she said. "Alright triple patrols in that area and keep all towns near the borders of Zebrika and the Caribou Empire on lockdown, we don't need anymore dissaperance."
"Right away Princess but, we need a miracle we can't hope to attempt a rescue mission. Our men don't even get a mile into either territory before their captured or slaughtered." Short Sword said.
"I know" Princess Celestia said. "My sister has her night guard doing scans and looking for weaknesses, but I'm affraid. Unless we can find someone who is good at getting in and out without being seen. We will keep losing ponies and griffins."
However unbeknownst to either John or Celestia their was a being of greater power who had heard everything, between the Princess of the day and her gaurd. And what John had said. "I believe I have an answer to your problems Celestia" a watcher of all words said to no one in particular. As John sits dying, the Watcher has seen all he's accomplished. "Even though you have failed before John Rambo, you will now know peace. But the ponies need your help to lead their world out of the horrible war that is beginning to brew. You will be able to even the odds." The Watcher of the void said.
"Don't worry my child your story has just begun, you will be what everyone needs on Equues. A hero, a being to push back darkness that the elements cannot."
With John Rambo:
I sit here watching the ligh flicker, and finally I'm pulled into the light. I no longer feel cold or tired, I feel revitalized. I can feel my wounds healing, and I can feel my self aging back to when my wars started, back when I was 23. As I pass threw the final clouds, I'm amazed there are no gates just a being, he looks like a mix between an angel and a skeleton.
The best way to describe him is his skin is fair and still attached, but his eyes are no longer in his skull, his wings have feathers but there's bone showing in odd places. "Ahh John J. Rambo, I've been expecting you." The mysterious being say.
"You have?" John questioned.
"Ohh yes, you are my favorite human, you've always risked your own life without so much as getting anything in return." The being said. "You may call me, Reaper, I run this little place. I call it the inbetween a place between heaven, hell, other worlds."
"Other worlds?" John asked, "You mean there are more earths?"
"Ohh yes many more, that is what I wanted to talk to you about. You see you are destined for heaven but I have a question. If you knew a world was in horrible danger and the people their couldn't fight back, there people were being trafficked, and killed. What would you do?" The Reaper asked.
"I'd help them, but not with the entire population of the world knowing. I'd do it like I did, with that cartel." John said.
"Very good because, their is a world that needs your help. An empire of this world called Equestria has been having its people kidnapped. By two other races the Zebra's and Caribou, and yes before you ask there is a world with anthro animals." The Reaper said "Knowing this would you still help?"
"Yes" John said. "I presume you will be sending me to this world."
"You pressume right." The Reaper said, "I will send you with just your knife like when you first began your journey on earth. You can save the ponies of Equestria how you see fit."
"Good, when do I start." John asked.
"Now" The Reaper said as he snapped his fingers. "You will remember everything from your old life. Even this conversation." The Reaper managed to finish before John was teleported from the inbetween to a world that had never experienced a warrior like him before.