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// CHAPTER THREE 
// Story: Halo: Equestria 
// by xCrossx 
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Canterlot, Equestria, November 10, 2552.

"Ugh..." I moan as conciousness returns to me along with the pain of my bruises, broken ribs, broken nose and broken leg. I blink my eyes open as I notice cool air against my face. My helmet is gone?
Fluttershy is sitting over me, her face brightening as I regain conciousness. I notice a Spartan move to stand over me, hard to miss with their size and the noise they make with each heavy step. "I've used my biofoam for your ribs and leg. She patched up your nose and set you leg right again."
"How do you feel?" she asks fretfully.
"Like shit, but I'll manage, thanks." I prop myself up onto my elbows, then sit up. "Ugh, that was too rough. It was like playing chicken with a Warthog." I glance at the Spartans, knowing they probably have against the idiot drivers in the UNSC and the rebels. "Mind you, I don't have super strength or heavy armor."
"What's... a Warthog...?"
"A military jeep, super fast, super light, and deadly if smacked with one."
"Oh..." That didn't really help. Oh well. I struggle to my feet, groaning from pain. "Oh no! You need to rest!"
"No, we don't have the time. Ugh, we need to look for signs of where Discord could have gone. We need to find him and fix this." I limp over to Celestia's bedroom to find it has been turned into an office. I walk around it and check the drawers. The only thing I find of worth is blank rounds. "Huh, 9mm blanks, used to be used for shows and all. Why would Discord have three of these useless things?"
One of the Spartans had followed me inside. "Don't know, but they won't help us find him." I start to put them back when Pinkie Pie jumps into the room.
"No! Don't put those back!" I freeze.
"Why not?" Instead of answering, she just stands there, probably trying to figure out the answer. "Pinkie sense?" She nods. "Good enough for me." I don't need to know what might replace her tail for her Pinkie sense. I tuck the blanks away while the Spartan protests.
"You're keeping them based on the whim of a crazy pink girl?"
"You don't question the Pinkie sense," me and the others say in unison. We blink at each other.
"O-kay then..." I close the drawers and scan through the papers on the desk. I find a note hidden underneath a bunch of random and useless papers.
" 'I am going to check on our interests in Baltimare. I leave you in charge of Canterlot. I expect our guests to check here first. Show them a good time.' "
"Baltimare, eh? Do any of you know where that is?" Everyone shakes their heads. i pick up a folded paper.
"But this map does," I say, handing it to the Spartan. "Now, lead the way, navigator."