//????//
“Alright, listen up!” Boomed a voice above crowd of kids that shuffled out of a pelican. Each face had confused looks as they heard the voice yell at them. Some kids stumbled into each other, trying to find their ground on the cold metal steel walk-way. Some kids shoved one another when they their personal space had become invaded, causing the tall men to push them back in line.
“You are here because the Covenant destroyed your homes.” Some kids started to whimper at the recent events that had permanently scared them but most of them stayed silent.
“ENOUGH!!!" Barked the taller man. "You will obey each and every order that we give. You will become the prodigies of humanity.” All the kids looked at each other, now puzzled completely.
Admits the commotion, one lone kid limped out of the Pelican; holding his nose as it was wrapped in a cloth tied around his head. The child looked at some of the other kids, noticing they had their heads either looking down at their blackened feet, or staring off in the distance, completely mentally lost. The child had dark brown hair; his eyes were a soft baby blue. His skin was pale for his age, but it was mostly covered in dry red and purple blood. He walked behind a girl that had deep auburn hair. She was a few inches taller than him, but he still could tilt his head over her to see what all the commotion was about. She must have heard his strained breathing as she turned around to face him. Her eyes were a pale purple as they scanned him up and down.
“Hi, I'm Natalie.” She said as she raised her hand. The child looked at the hand for a moment; before cautiously lifting his. He felt her grip tightened as she shook it a bit strangely. The boy kept staring at her, not uttering a word aside the occasional scarce breathing coming through his mouth.
“Not much of a talker?” She said.
The boy tilted his head to the side to break eye contact from her, which made her smile a bit.
“Hey, I won’t bite.” She said comfortably trying to look into his eyes again. The boy looked back at her; feeling a sense of security.
“I…I’m Alan.” He said in a nasally strained voice.
“Alan, cool name.” She said with a fist bump to his shoulder. Alan looked at her with a small smile.
“And to begin your training, we will take you all for a ride. BACK ONTO THE PELICAN!!” Shouted the officer.
Alan tried to get a good look at the man shouting at them, but his vision was blocked by crowds of children; pushing him out of the way as they were escorted back onto the ship. Alan fell over and would've been trampled to death hadn't Natalie grabbed his hand. Alan got up and felt her guide him aboard the pelican.
“Careful there Small Stack.” She said as they made it on board. Alan’s vision was blackened by the closing of the pelican doors. He felt his body move with the ship as it lifted into the sky, nearly causing him to vomit. All he could do was hang onto Natalie’s hand for comfort.
“Jeeze, you’re going to break my hand.” She said. Alan realized his grip tightened into an iron death claw when they ascended.
“S-sorry.” He tried to say, but the nuisance of the bandage was still getting in the way of his speech.
A gust of wind nearly dragged Alan out of the loading dock. The lift descended to reveal a dark and cold piercing sky. Alan realized he was the in the front of the line because the rest of the kids unnoticeably traveled into the back, leaving him to stand alone. But he still felt Natalie’s hand, and was comforted at the thought of somebody still there at his side.
“Any volunteers for the first step of being a Spartan?!” Shouted an officer that stood in front of the Pelican’s descended doorway. The Officer looked at Alan with his dark green eyes.
“Thanks for volunteering private!!” he said as he grabbed Alan’s shoulder to place a parachute on his back. Alan was scared stiff as he felt Natalie’s grip go from him. He didn't fight or comply with the Officer as he was now standing at the edge of the lift, facing a perilous journey to the ground.
“COUNT TO TWENTY, THAN PULL THE CORD ATTACHED HERE. GOT IT?!” he yelled.
Alan’s face showed no signs of understanding, which was good enough for the Officer. Alan again turned to the night sky, trying his best not to stumble out.
‘O.k., on three……one….two-‘ Alan felt a hard object smack his back as he lost his balance and fell into the night air.
Everything was a blue blur as he flipped over twice. Adjusting himself to face the sharp breeze tearing his face, he saw that the ground was getting closer by the second. He then remembered to start counting, but felt his bandage rip off as his wound was reveled across his nose. A large blood hardened gash was spread from under his left eye, traveling to his right ripping his nose just under his bridge. Alan couldn't pay attention to his wound as his mind was racing with fear towards his intimate doom. He reached with his right hand, fighting against the wind to pull the cord he remembered the Officer said. His fingertips reached the handle and pulled with all his might but realized nothing happened. He tried again, and again, and again.
//Equestria//
//Canterlot//
Alan’s eye shot opened, making realize he was still feeling the gravitational pull towards the ground. He looked at his shoulder to find his arm tugging at his left shoulder. Glancing at the ground, his helmet instantly zoomed onto a building coming into view as the clouds parted from his eye sight.
‘What the? Is that the kingdom of heaven? Then why am I falling towards it? ’
Alan could tell from the speed he was falling from that he had little time to think. Tilting himself at an angle, He had to make sure he would land precisely at what he could tell was the largest part of the building. He put his left arm up to his visor as his right hand activated the tech gear attached to his forearm.
‘Hope the eggheads pulled through for me on this.’
Alan activated multi-parachutes that shot up from his armor. They snapped off immediately but he felt the weight of his momentum slow just enough so that he wouldn't damage too much of himself.
‘Son of a bitch, this is going to hurt, big time. Unless I’m already dead.’
Alan curled into a yellow ball as he activated his armor’s lock-down. Everything tightened around him as the castle came into full view. He shut his eyes waiting for the pain to begin. The Spartan counted the seconds before impact, anticipating the satisfying and badassery he felt when crashing into orbit, preferably on top of Covenant squads who were too stunned to do anything to him. But unlike his other crash projects, this felt rather contradistinction. The oceanic waves of blunt pain all around him, bruised his muscles as he crashed through floor after floor, each hit dramatically slowing him down. The speed and weight of his metallic exoskeleton made him feel like an impending bullet of pure mass before finally hitting what he assumed to be the his arch nemesis, the ground. He scatted across the floor, sparks flowed around him until his body weight and speed caught up to him, driving him into the ground and separating the floor into a deep crater. The smoke and heat in the crater blurred his vision into complete darkness as his armor lock-down procedures hissed and crackled with the atmosphere around him. With the discommode silence from the initial crash subsided to his ears is when he began to gain awareness to the surroundings he was now in. First thing his notice was the unholy amount of soreness and evil onion like stinging he felt all around him. Even with the augmentations he still felt like somebody took an energy blade, diced his insides to ribbons, put them in a salad and made him eat it. He struggled to collect the air that was stolen from his lungs, but could only feel the bruising and burning pain as he coughed a few spats of blood onto his screen. After the initial final hiss of his pressure plating in his armor released from the armor lock-down, he realized now how useless and depleted his physical state was. Everything was in a haze and his adrenaline rush was losing its effect. All he could do was focus on trying to breathe and try to get up. Before he could rotate his body away from the dirt, he felt a strange aura lift him to face the bright light that shone through his visor. That is when he heard the voices.
“WH-What is it?” came a soft voice.
‘What….Where? Who?’ Alan felt himself going into a deep sleep but fiercely tried to fight it off.
“Looks kinda like a Space Minotaur.” Said a more thick blunt voice.
‘Minotaur?’ Alan felt a strain in his eyes, blinding almost.
“Maybe it’s a science experiment gone wrong.” Said a very light voice that sounded to Alan like his one first A.I teacher, Deja’. Although she was nearing her rampancy, the ONI did hang onto a few recordings from her to teach the new recruits. Only, Alan and his friends always joked about how cheap the leader board was with discarding dead people.
‘O.K, I’ll take that as an insult.’ Alan tried to fight his doziness that he assumed was a concussion that he obtained, trying to put him to sleep.
“Or maybe it’s another failed assault on Canterlot.” Said the purple one.
‘Canterlot?’ SHIT, did I get sent back in time?
“Or maybe it’s an artificial space alien.” Said a more up tuned voice.
Alan gritted his teeth as his right shoulder disobeyed his orders to work for him.
“Or maybe it’s a metal bird trying to learn how to fly.” Said that soft voice again.
‘Bird? O.K, maybe it’s a rare form of covenant. Ones that I’m assuming to be the rejects of their society.’
“Or maybe it’s an artificially enhanced space marine from outer space, and was sent here to eat us for lunch!” Said that bubble voice again.
‘What…..How……But……O.K that's not what I was expecting.’ Alan didn't know how to respond to that remark.
“Darling, what’s a space marine?” Said what he assumed to be a female version of Culvertun.
“I haven’t the slightest idea.” Said the pink one that came into Alan’s now opened view. Alan felt his throat vibrate as he tried to clear it with a deep sound. He must have startled them, which meant he needed to get up and face these new forms of covenant. Very slowly did he rise up, grabbing onto the side of the giant crater. He lifted himself up to face the new threat. He wobbled but still he persisted to face the enemy. His head tilted back to what he could make out was the largest threat, a large white, unicorn with wings. Alan’s head swam a few hundred meters from his skull as it tried to reason with the reality in front of him. He shifted around as he stood tall, knowing that would only last him a few seconds. But he needed to show them he wasn't about to quit, that he was going to die while standing. Even if his death was by a young girls fantasy.
“I….I am Spartan 027….And I am here to kick your covenant….” Alan looked at the large horse that had its horn angled at him. Seeing its eyes……those eyes……that beautiful bright lavender. Alan swore he felt a strange presence enter into his mind just before he collapsed. A presence that he only felt long ago, in a time where he once felt........happy. His eyes shut, and his body felt the need to shut down to save himself from himself.
“Well……that was quite unusual.” Rarity said with a shocked expression as the yellow giant hugged the ground inside the giant crater.
“Unusual is an understatement.” Twilight looked at the monster that she assumed to be either dead, or just asleep.
“Princess?” Twilight looked at Clestia who had a concerned look on her.
“Yes Twilight?”
“What do we do?”
“Well, I think we should put whatever this is into the dungeon to hold. We aren't sure if it’s friendly.”
“Well why not? I think we should throw it a welcome to Equsetria party!!” Pinkie said as she hopped on the monster’s chest plate.
“Pinkie! It threatened to kick what I presume to be our posteriors!” Rarity said.
“No….It called us ‘Covenant’ whatever that suppose ta’ mean” Applejack said.
“Well I think we should calm the guests.” Celestia made her way to the crowd of ponies that stood scared on the side lines.
“My dear guests. Tonight’s events will be canceled due to this strange turn of events. I advise that you all return to your homes immediately.”
The group of ponies never hesitated as they calmly rushed to their desired locations.
“I want you all to go as well.” Celestia walked up to the Twilight and the others who were cleaning some of the mess when
the royal guards showed up.
“My guards will take care of the mess, in the meantime. I would appreciate it if you all would-“
“No offense princess but we aren't leaving without Rainbow.” Applejack stated.
“She’s right Princess, Rainbow hasn't returned. We need to find her.” Twilight said as she stood on Applejack’s side. Celestia was about to try once more to pursued them to make their journey home when one of her guards that trotted up to them.
“I overheard your talk about Miss RainbowDash?” He said. Twilight and the others all huddled around as he now had their attention.“I remembered seeing her bolt off from the party shortly after her encounter with the Wonder-Bolt’s head leader Spitfire.”
“Odd, why would meeting her most favorite icon,cause her to run off like this?” Rarity said.
“Oh dear.” Fluttershy said quietly.
“Did you see which direction she headed towards?” Twilight asked.
“Yes, towards ponyville I do believe.” The guard responded.
“Alright girls, we know she’s safe. I think we should go to her.” Twilight said as they made their way to the exit.
“Thank you.” Celestia said.
The guard gave a quick bow before returning to the mess that the creature made.
"My little ponies, please be careful." She said before giving them a nod for being dismissed.
“We will princess.” Twilight said as she caught up with the others.
“My, what a disaster.” Rarity wined as they left the hallway.
“I know, I never got its name. How am I supposed to throw a party for some-pony that I haven’t even got a name for.” Pinkie said.
Celestia watched her guards use their magic to lift the metal behemoth out of the crater. The strain and the amount of guards it took to lift the being made it seem as if it weighed more than a mountain. The princess made her way next to a guard who was had his veins pulsing from the stress and raw magic used to place it on the metal wagon used for moving pillars and stones inside the castle for renovating purposes. Using her own magic to help, she could take a glance at its anatomy as it was placed on the cart. It seemed very similar to a Minotaur but something felt different about it. She walked over to get a closer view of what she assumed to be its face, finding nothing but her reflection on the blue tinted visor. It stared at her from the wagon before she nodded at the surrounding guards to proceed to the dungeon. After the clean up crew began to replace the crater with a new flooring is when the Princess decided to exit the scene to deliver the news to her younger sibling. She made her way up the stairs, only using them as a way to think over the event that had shocked quit literally her nation as she quelled on one single matter that this portrayed to her.
'This....thing has a strange aura around it, unlike anything I have ever witnessed in my lifetime. Celestia continued her pace to her chambers, still trying to put a name to the situation. 'But whatever this thing is, it could very well be the biggest threat to pony kind.'
//Canterlot Dungeons//
Alan awoke with a start. He sat up immediately as his fist instinctively curled up, ready to strike at the phantoms surrounding him. He quickly took in his surroundings, expecting to find himself in a covenant prison cell again. Instead, the place didn't match anything like those purplish hell interiors. However, the cobblestone and aging cracks in the walls portrayed a sort of Med-evil like prison. The Spartan stood deathly still as the floor above him made a continuous clip clopping sound. Almost as if some one had a kept a couple dozen stables above his head. Using his motion tracker he could see dozens of blue lights right above him. After he had been able to catch up on his helmet modifications before the mission, Alan made a few minor tweaks like the color difference between Friendlies, Targets, Enemies and unknowns. Blue lights were only used for people who Spartans hadn't even met or species unmapped or native to the Spartans. The only time he had a blue light was when he was on reach and a Gúta chased him for about a mile before it got bored. Luckily for him, he led it to a covenant squad that was just around the corner of the mountain.
"Odd, Why the hell are these covenant not labeled red like usual?" Alan swung his legs over the chained bed that groaned in immense pain from his weight. "Are they even covenant?" The cell had nothing more but a bed and no open windows with a box for the wicked to sulk and wait their judgement for thier crimes. Alan walked up to the steel door that had only a peek of the walk way for the guards to travel.
“For that matter, where the hell am I?” Alan noticed a few things that seemed out of the ordinary. First off, the cell door had a strange golden aura around it, secondly, everything felt peaceful. Even in a place peace-forbidding like this dungeon, Alan couldn't help but feel the lack of violence and depression he always felt back home. Whatever it was he felt, he didn't like it. That gave him a false sense of security, knowing that any moment he would be attacked and forced to kill anything that stood in his way.
“OK, I guess I have some time. The last thing I remembered was that the core in that Carrier was stuck in a limbo state. I climbed that wire, and then I…..I died?” Alan tried to rotate his right shoulder. Feeling the intense pain from the shrapnel wound surface again. Grunting from the fleshy and torn apart muscle, Alan stopped his rotation and placed his hand on his right thigh armor piece. The tactical trauma kit that was placed on him was now, in his opinion, put to good use. Ordinarily he would let his rather quick healing factor do the work, but he didn't have a few days for this to recover. Opening a part of his armor plating, Alan began to fill his wound with the sterilizer disinfection goo that stung like made. After the numbing sensation cooled the burn throughout his shoulder, he quickly took in a deep breathe and began to pluck out the bits of left over shards that clung to the ripped apart flesh. After his entire life of training himself for scenarios like this, he still got a bit fastidious at the sight of his own blood. Still, he mentally blocked it out, but it always was a good feeling, knowing that he felt pain. Pain is what kept him alive this entire time even when he shouldn't have. He looked at the ominous glow from the bars; peeking his curiosity. After his cleaned up his bloody mess, The spartan got up and walked over to get a closer look. He thought it looked familiar to the rare forerunner tech he’d come across during one of his missions. Reaching out his hand to touch it, only to have it stopped by the field.
“Huh…..peculiar.” Alan pressed a few buttons on his data pad on his right forearm. His shields read at full capacity, allowing him to make use of what his buddies in the science department called, a ‘short EMP blast’. Before he began got his plan into action, he looked at his motion sensors. Satisfied that a most were above or a few or more feet away from the closed off cell door, Alan took a deep breathe before continuing. Right as the burst of his shields shocked against the gold field, did he activate the active camouflage that, thank god was still functional. There was a large crash as the door to the cell literally flew into the wall and became a new door for the adjacent wall. The two pony guards shook off their frozen state and jumped around the small entrance way into the cell to find nothing. Confused at the fact that there was no one there, the two ponies slowly trotted into the cell, looking all around them.
"What the...Hey, go tell the captain..." Before he finished his sentence, the pony felt himself bump into a object. He turned around but saw nothing. He put his muzzle closer to try and get a scent from the invisible object. His sense picked up what it was, and his eyes saw the golden beast materialize right in front of him, blue tinted face gazing at him with a sense of dread.
"Boo." Alan said deeply and terrifyingly.
Celestia was in the middle of writing her letter to inform Luna of what happened when she felt a shocking sensation overwhelm her. It wasn't painful but it let her know her magic somehow got interrupted. She got up to inform her guards of what she supposed to be the metal beast escaping.
“Captain!!” She cried.
“Yes my princes?!” Answered the Captain.
“Take ever available guard on duty and get to the dungeon. I fear the beast has escaped!!” Celestia’s voice was holding much weight of authority.
“Of course!” The Captain quickly grabbed the nearest guards he could find and headed straight to the dungeon. Celestia walked to her throne room, making sure that every-pony was doing their best to find it before it did anything destructive.
“CAPTAIN!!” Shouted a private ascending the stairs from the dungeon.
“What is it?”
“It’s gone!”
“What do ya mean it’s gone!?”
The Captain shoved the Private out of his way as he raced down the steps. He made it to the most secure part of the Dungeon, only to have found one of the most enclosed rooms that they rarely used on ponies, completely devastated. It was like it didn't even slow the monstrosity down, just up and walked right through the metal plated bars as if it were paper. The Captain felt fear rising to his head, but stopped it when he felt the presence of reinforcements at his back.
“ALRIGHT, I want a clean sweep of this entire castle. It couldn’t have gotten far.” All the ponies in the room quickly dashed back upstairs, Unaware of the invisible presence that followed them.
‘OK, so an entire race, made up of weird techno-colored ponies that talk. Yep, I’m in hell.’ Alan followed the group of guards to the top of the stairs. He thanked his deity for their lack of motion sensors as he slipped into the opposite hallway from the dungeon.
‘Doing well, I think the next phase is to get somewhere where I can plan the next phase.’ He darted silently pasted a group of patrols that ignored his presence. Alan complimented his amazing stealth as he made it passed another group. He made it to a large door way that seemed to him like the main entrance to a throne room, just like in the ancient stories of castles and knights his first teacher taught them. He slowly approached the doors but jumped back when they opened to reveal another patrol hurrying by. Alan quickly jumped through, nearly touching the closing doors. He noticed he had entered a large hallway that reminded him of a royal palace.
He hid behind one of the pillars that were large enough to give him some cover, even though he had his active cameo on, he felt safe hiding behind something thick enough to block enemy fire. He glanced at the oddly shaped windows to discover that they were glass pictures of ponies. Alan came to a conclusion that they were some form of awards of historical accomplishments. Alan remembered the teachings Deja’ gave them on history, how art could always be a form of data for war. Alan used his helmet’s built in zoom to search the extending hallway. Finding nobody around, he walked slowly in a crouched position to the end of the path. HE heard the sound of doors on the far side open. Alan dashed up to one of the pillars to get a better view. He saw three ponies enter from the right side of the hallway at the end. Using his zoom again, he saw that the tallest of the three, looked just like that being he remembered before he passed out. It had a bright white color on what he presumed to be its coat. It also had a strange marking of the sun put on its….well….posterior.
‘Odd’ Alan said as he felt that strange feeling return again. This time he was awake for it and it did not suit well for him.
‘Goddamit Got to focus.’
He also saw that it had a lot of gold on it, kind of reminded him of the holy leaders the covenant worshiped. Alan cautiously walked to the adjacent pillar, trying to get an angle on the three. The other two looked just like the guards he stalked to get outside the cell. Something about the bigger one just seemed to fascinate him for some reason. Alan’s eyes showed curiosity toward it’s, what he assumed to be its mane, or was it? It flowed a majestic invisible air current, not showing any signs of stopping. Alan was astounded. Normally aliens would be terrifying freaks of nature that had nothing beautiful or artistic about them or their culture. But this creature, just looked like something he’d picture the sun to be if it took on a physical form.
‘Never seen anything like this before.’ Alan kept looking at the being, absorbing every ounce of wonder it held.
“I want it stopped!!!” It said in a very commanding voice.
“Yes my princess, we will search every corner of this castle. It couldn’t have gotten far.” The two guards quickly ran out the doors they all came through.
‘Princess huh.’ Alan was more than just confirming what he already assumed quite accurately before.
Alan saw that she was all by herself in the room, no guards to be heard or in close proximity on his motion sensors. He walked up to a closer pillar, creating small thuds with his walking to match the sounds this Princess was making with her pacing.
“Great, it’s been almost two hours, no sleep for me tonight I guess.” Celestia pouted.
‘Ha, only two hours?’ Alan laughed inside his helmet silently. He decided to use the rest of the active cameo to get any information from this ‘Princess’ he could. Walking closer, he made sure to keep some distance from her as to not have her bump into his armor. From here he could get a definitive height difference. She was at least a foot shorter than him, even with his armor on. Alan silently cursed his small size, even with his Spartan enhancements; he came close to only 6 and a half feet. Her size in body weight never even came close to his muscle mass.
So just by looking at her, he could eliminate “Threat” on his list of things to figure out in this world. But he remembered what Chief Mendez always said.‘Never under estimate your opponent, even if they are less your size. A good opponent never plays his cards right away.’Alan decided to just be prepared for whatever this thing was capable of. She kept her pacing the same as before.
“What to do? Oh I can’t believe this. First that stuck up Cornstalk, and now this!” Celestia stopped to let her head hang in shame. “ ‘Sorry, princess. But I can’t be seen with one who acts on sexual urges near me and my reputation’ ” Celestia made a blah sound as she finished her imitation of him, making her mouth taste foul from doing so.
Alan couldn't help but form a small smile at this unbelievable circumstance. He began to ponder why he considered them a threat to begin with. If he was sent back in time, into a different tangent of reality, then he easily could out fight and out do pretty much anything these ponies could throw at him.
‘I guess if I want any answers as to where I am, I best ask.’ Alan walked stealthily up behind the princess, getting at least a two foot difference between them. Alan neatly placed his arms behind his back as he awaited his active cameo to deactivate. But he also wanted his arms to be close enough to his grenades that were thankfully still attached to his belt. Even if the grenades weren't enough, his trusty combat knife was still present to deal enough damage. Alan waited until the meter was red, indicating thirty seconds until de-cloaking.
“Now I've got this thing that none of my guards can keep locked up let alone find, it's such a pain.”Celestia looked at her throne to emphasize her duty and responsibility to her subjects.
“Don’t be too hard on them princess.” Alan said in a calm voice.
Celestia instantly turned around to face the voice. She lowered her horn to present a self-defense position.
“It’s quite difficult to track something, when it’s nowhere to be seen.” As Alan said those last words, his active cameo wore off to reveal his position. Standing a few feet from the princess; Alan stayed motionless to show no fore coming of a duel. Celestia’s eyes shot open, this thing was HUGE. Even her horn only came short a foot to its height. The scariest thing was that it was standing only a few feet away from her, it could have killed her with such ease. But why didn’t it?
“Wh-What are you?” Celestia struggled to keep her composure. Alan continued to stand motionless.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Alan needed to play this safe, maybe this time she won’t rush him like that Zealot did.
“I am Princess Celestia. Co-ruler of Equestria.” Celestia kept her horn pointed at him.
“Is Equestria the name of this location or planet?” Alan asked.
“The land. Now answer my question.” Celestia eyed it with a threatening glare.
“Do you know what a Homeo-Saipian is?” Alan asked with curiosity. Celestia’s face presented a look of confusion as to what it just asked. She thought for a moment until she remembered something her sister mentioned a while back.
“Are you a being that throws its fecal matter at others?” Celestia asked. Alan rose his hidden eyebrow at how basic the question was, going to as far back as evolution.
“Um…..There is a connection, but not entirely. We are humans to put it simply.” Alan sated.
“A human?”
“Yeah, we are beings that have a higher intelligence then animals.” Alan was cautious to let any more information. He still couldn’t let go of the possibility of them being covenant. So he’d have to draw it out somehow.
“What is Equestria?”
“A place of harmony. What concern do you have towards my and my sister’s kingdom?” Celestia emphasized the question to appear more as a warning to his next answer.
“If you do nothing, I will not inflict any type of harm to your subjects. But if anybody threatens me, or tries to harm me, I will retaliate.” Alan said as he made his point to not be reckoned with.
“So be it, Human. We are at an agreement.” Celestia raised her horn to show her compliance. She raised her hoof as she awaited his physical agreement. Alan Looked at it with concern, but shrugged it off as he began to raise his. Alan felt his reflexes give in as he instinctively rotated his body to grab a spear that was lodged at him from across the hall.
"Nice throw." Alan said sarcastically.
Celestia was shocked again at his remarkable speed. She then came to the conclusion that any-pony were to try and subdue this being was doom to fail. She looked over to see a charge of guards blasting down the hallway toward the being that stood in a defensive stance. Celestia quickly teleported herself in front of the guards, making them screech into a halt. The guards in front quickly ended up under a pile of other guards as they stumbled over each other.
“Stop!!” She shouted.
“My princess!!” The Captain of the guards jumped over the pile of ponies, he landed with a thud as he quickly ran at the beast.
“NO!” Celestia used her magic to bring the Captain to a stop.
“Princess! Let us!!”
“NO, I WILL NOT ALOW YOU TO HARM OUR GUEST!”
All the Guards shouted a “WHAT!?” as Celestia brought the Captain back to the pile of guards with her magic.
“I have consulted with it. It is an intelligent form that has no quarry with us unless we give it. You all must trust me with this.” Celestia eyed them all with a glare as to make her point across.
“But, it broke down our Dungeon!!” One of them blurted.
“So we will build another.” She simply stated.
“How do we not know it brainwashed you?” Another asked.
“I am still in position of my own mind. My magic is powerful enough to defend against such spells.”
‘Magic? Ohhhh my god.’ Alan internally face palmed himself at the mention of such trivial beliefs.
“But princess…”
“Enough, there has been a misunderstanding. We are in the presence of a new form of life.” Celestia turned around to show Alan at his full height. He cautiously walked up to the pile of guards, standing there with enough terror to frighten a grunt into a hysterical state.
“He will be welcomed like any other guests we have had here. Do I make myself clear?” Celestia eyed each and every one of them.
“Yes mam.” Said the Captain, in a strained and angered voice.
“Then meet our guest……um……” Celestia formed a hidden blush as she forgot to asks its name.
“I do believe I forgot to ask your name strange one.” She said with an unconvincing smile. Alan looked at her before he stepped up to the guards. His shadow engulfed their entire bodies, making the fear almost unbearable for the simple guards.
“Spartan 027 Alan, Pleasure to meet you-“ Alan looked down to see the guards vanish in a frightened heap of fear towards the exit, all but the Captain that stood his ground, mumbling something about incompetence toward his trainees.
‘Well, this is going to be a fun adventure.’ He moped.