Date: Oct 13, 2013
Time: 4:50 P.M
Location: Canterlot public train station, (entered)
As I entered the train grudgingly and take my seat, I place the items and weapons on a safe spot below me and set myself in for another round of Team Fortress 2 while the girls began chatting.
Let me fill you in on what you guys missed out on…Nothing, as soon as the lunch was finished I had made my way back to my room and packed my items, from then on I just played my games until 3:00 P.M, from which I got some steak and rice for dinner and brought all of the stuff I had to the train station, all of the girls chatted while I stood at the sidelines either playing my games or watching my surroundings, every once in a while someone would look at me oddly as they had noticed I don’t have a tail and whatnot.
It went like it for at least an hour before the train arrived.
Now lemme tell you something, when you are practically a man, who served five tours of duties, and you see a train with hearts on the side and super girlish and bright colors and overall looks like something out of a THREE year old's imagination.
I, AM, NOT, GETTING IN THAT!
Somehow Twilight noticed my apprehensiveness and put me and my items in a magical hold, preventing me from walking anywhere except toward the train.
“Nope, nope, nope, no, nooo, nein, neit, no, (continues saying no in a bunch of different languages and accents)”
Twilight just rolls her eyes and starts pushing me with her magic towards the train, “Come on, your acting like a child,”
“That’s because I am one!” I retorted.
And with that, back to sentence one, the girls are chatting, wolf (temporary name) is lying next to me, and I am setting up a game session in this pitiful excuse for a train.
‘I would think that the men would all get together a sign a petition to have the train redecorated…Or torn down.’ I muttered to myself, smiling a bit at the picture of the train getting torn down…Or exploded….Or smashed….I can think of plenty of different ways to destroy this thing.
“One at a time Chris…One, at a time,” I with that, I began my gaming session.
It hasn’t even been thirty-minutes and I was already bored with TF2 and moved onto Far Cry 3, there is barely any noise in the train, save for the one or two sentences traded by the girls, who have now dwindled from six to three, the half of them resorting to falling asleep.
The sounds of gunfire and voices echoes quietly in the train as I turned the volume down in courtesy for Twilight (who fell asleep with a book on her face), Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash sleeping, the rest of the girls talking random crap about their finances, and occasionally changing the topic thanks to Pinkie Pie being random.
Wolf…I have no idea what the heck is going on in that AI of his, he’s most likely on standby for all I know.
‘How long is this trip supposed to last? I wonder if we make it back by nightfall,’ I think to myself hopefully.
I continued playing for another hour until the best moment in the game comes up.
“Did I ever tell you, the definition, of insanity?” I hear Vaas, the villain in the game speak.
“Isn’t the definition of Insanity when-“
“GAH!” I scream as I fall off my seat, waking up Wolf in the process.
I turn around to look behind me and see Pinkie Pie sitting behind me wearing her trademark smile, I look back to the screen and then back to her, then back to the screen, than back to her. sadly I’m not her, but anything is possible with the power of old spice,
“Pinkie…?” I stare at her incredulously.
“Yes?” Pinkie replies, keeping her trademark smile.
“How long have you been sitting there?”
“Since you’ve rode on that zip line and drove that truck, only to be captured by Vaas and he tells you about the definition of insanity and how it’s bad for your life and…,” She goes off on another Tangent.
‘Wait, HOW DOES SHE KNOW WHAT A TRUCK IS?!’ I scream internally.
“What’s a truck?” I notice Pinkie stopped rambling and looked at me innocently.
“…” I just stare at her with the best poker face I can make…Before twitching and slamming my face on the seat so fast, you would think that I was a screenshot from Garry’s mod.
“…I have no bloody idea how to move forward with this conversation,” I gave in.
“That’s Pinkie fer ya’, Can’t understand ‘er, never will.” Applejack commented, before turning back to Rarity.
I look back expecting Pinkie to be behind me but instead see her sitting next to Rarity joining in on their conversation.
I stare at her dumbfounded before giving up and turning back to my game.
Only been two hours, and judging by sheer distance and common sense, I’d say we are only halfway there, Twilight woke up not too long ago, embarrassed of the fact she slept with a book on her face, Rainbow and Fluttershy are still sleeping however.
I had turned off my game and resorted to leaning against the window and looking out. Admiring the serenity of the lush green forest spanned out what looked to be miles, the sun getting close to setting for the day. If I tried hard enough I could see the quaint rural town of Ponyville and my escapade back then.
‘I feel at peace somehow, disregarding the fact I’m dead and in an alternate dimension,’ I think to myself.
I was about to doze off, until I noticed Wolf was awake and watching the girls chatter.
I decided to keep him company and strike up conversation, “See anything you like?” Or not.
Wolf, either decided to shrug off my tease, or didn’t recognize it, “I’ve been wondering…What my new armor will look like,”
“Hmm…Well, we could always plan ahead, set up the material, the blueprint, find out the areas to find them and when to begin the actual building, would you like to do that?”
“…Very well,” he agreed.
We set off by heading to a metal and crystal website on my holographic desktop and started picking the type of material we will be using to make the armor, ruling out any kinds of crystals that have a hardness of five and below, eventually coming across Dark sapphire crystals, as it’s a 9 on the hardness scale, coming near and next to diamond and ruby, and is good for stealth operations.
We also took the liberty of finding out Wolf’s previous armor, anthracite. Turns out it’s a 3 – 4 on the hardness scale and is practically common near his area, making it a terrible armor choice.
After accepting the material to make it, we started on a new blueprint, running across different ideas for chest plates, leg guards, helmets, and sometimes weapons, apparently Wolf didn’t feel accustomed to his chainsaw blade, even though it’s the first one ever made in Equestria, can’t say I blame him, don’t exactly feel connected to my blade just yet, not used to stabbing, just slashing.
We eventually settled in on a full Sapphire chest plate and leg guards, removing areas so Wolf can maneuver quickly, we also took into account the weight of the sapphire and trying to accustom to it so Wolf’s speed doesn’t get diminished.
For the helmet, I thought it would be a good idea to make something close to my visor, and then I realized that we are in Equestria, so technology isn’t as advanced.
We eventually settled on a helmet that would cover Wolf’s face from head to nose, leaving his mouth and eyes clear, the helmet would connect to the chest plate to protect his neck, we also thought up the idea of adding makeshift ears connecting to his audio sensors, granting him the ability to hear better. It’s still up for discussion.
For weapons…We made no progress, we had come up with dozens of ideas, but had to scrap them due to possible mission scenarios conflicting with them. We did however decide to come up with a sound neutralizer for the chainsaw blade, as the whirring might alert enemies; we also set him up with some knives for long-range takedowns.
We overall spent the majority of the remaining time working on the specs of his armor and abilities, not noticing the girls looking on at interest and astonishment. Seeing me in this kind of state would probably be baffling considering my personality, but being in the military has these effects, leave no stone unturned.
Although, my ingenuity was self-taught since I was five. Having crazy ideas ranging from a forearm launcher that shoots plastic spheres, to metal/magnetic holsters connecting to the back of my uniform so I can put away my rifle, I think I could make them with the right material and set it up for my light armor so I can holster my rifle, but that’s for later.
We continued adding tweaks and bits onto the blueprints, trying to make it as perfect as possible. At some point I forgot that there’s magic in this world and we could take into account enchantment spells being placed on the armor giving it a higher advantage, but, I had a feeling even without the enchantments we would probably surpassed high-quality armor at the rate we were working.
It’s been six hours and its nightfall, Luna’s moon is shining down brightly on us as we pulled into the Ponyville train station, Wolf and I just concluded our little blueprint montage and stared out at the window admiring the scenery of the moon casting a light bluish tint to everything ranging from concrete to the grass.
The train finished stopping and we were allowed to leave the train station, we showed the conductor our tickets and set off on the path to the town.
The girls continued chatting, albeit slow and quietly as they didn’t want to wake anybody and that they were tired as well.
I however was feeling energized as the moon bore down on my with its refreshing cool air, if I had my visor on, I would notice my Blade mode ability started charging.
We had continued walking down the road, the girls stopping to say good-bye at their homes.
Fluttershy is first, stopping at a cottage near the forest, Pinkie being next at a building that looked like it came out of Hansel and Gretel, Rainbow, being third, flew off into a bunch of clouds molded together, at least that’s what it looked like from this distance.
Applejack had disconnected from the group at an intersection that lead to a dirt path, if it was daylight I would have noticed the roof of a barn in the distance.
Rarity was last at stopping at a building that looked like someone drilled a building into the middle of a carousal machine.
After everyone left it was just Me, Twilight, and Wolf.
“So, Chris, what was that back in the train?” Twilight asked.
“hmm?” I reply, not understanding what she meant.
“You just zoned everything out except for Wolf and made a nearly perfect blueprint regarding his armor,” she pointed out.
“Nearly perfect? What did I miss?”
“You forgot about enchantments." Twilight pointed out.
"Not entirely, it wasn't until about halfway through did i realize there was magic, but I figured at the rate I was going, I wouldn't need it." I replied.
I got to the door and held it open for her and Wolf, in which I entered lastly.
“Spike! Spike, I’m home!” Twilight exclaimed throughout her house.
Now, I’ve seen people having a small business like gas stations, utilities, etc. and bunking their house with it, but Twilight here, she takes it to a whole new level, books to the left, books to the right, a door right in front of me, but books everywhere! Books, books, books.
“This is one big library…And you live here?” I asked from common sense, in which she nodded.
“Yep, along with my number one assistant; Spike, and number two assistant; Owluicious,” After she said that, a boy who looked around eight, came out from upstairs, he was wearing green and purple tennis shoes, light green cargo jeans, and a purple t-shirt. His hair was somewhat combed like mine, however as mine spikes up at the front, his hair is spiked all over, the middle being a bit longer than the sides. He was also shorter than me by about a head’s length, reaching my shoulders.
Perched on his shoulder was a light brown owl, the trim of its feathers were darkened from the rest.
“Twilight! You’re back! Did you find out what happened in Canterlot?” The boy, who I could assume was Spike, asked.
While Twilight explained what happened, and I bothered zoning out again to put away my stuff safely, It wasn’t until too late did I realize what was about to happen.
“-So now he’s here staying with us until he gets reassigned for training,” Twilight finished.
“Wait, so he’s going into the guard?” Spike asked, in which I replied instead.
“No, the training I’m going through is different from the royal guard, and my missions are solo except for Wolf.” I said, indicating to the AI who’s just sitting next to the door.
Spike notices and turns to look at Wolf, looking on with interest, “Whoa. Is he your pet?”
I shake my head no, “Hardly, he was designed with a Nuero-AI close to the human brain, he can understand and speak human language and is sentient, treating him like a pet would be degrading for him,” I turn back to my items.
“Chris, if you want, I can take you to your room to drop off your items.” Twilight proposed.
“That would be wise, I don’t want these getting into the wrong hands.” I grab my cases and backpack and start following Twilight upstairs.
We head up and stop at the second floor, the third floor I assume is the master bedroom where Twilight sleeps. The second floor is outfitted with more library areas, and a couple doorways leading to utility and restrooms. Twilight leads me to a doorway and opens it for me; I reply with a quick thank you and make my way inside.
The guest room is pretty much what you would expect, the guest bed seated at near a wall, a desk and chair situated near a window overlooking a portion of the town, a closet near the bed to store my items; the only difference is that a wall near the doorway has an entire array of books seated inside of it.
“Here’s your room, make yourself at home, if you read any of the books on the wall make sure to put them back in the right place, other than that,” Twilight got interrupted with a yawn, “Have a good night, I’m tired,”
I smile a little at this and reply, “Good night,”
Twilight turned and headed upstairs while I worked on hiding my weapons where no-one could find them except for me. I hid my pistol and rifle cases underneath the bed, and I placed the sword behind the closet, opting to just leave the knife underneath the pillow, if someone were to find it they should have at least enough common sense to notice what it is.
I then just had an impulse, a vision of a child, preferable Spike, or someone else, coming into the room and finding the knife and swinging it around like they were cool. Then cutting them selves.
Clearing my head of the thought I turn around and hide the knife where the sword is.
I turn and head to the desk and sit in the chair, bringing up the holographic desktop and set it on the desk. I began heading to the internet to check up on my family…
‘Still, mourning I see.’ I was starting to become frustrated, I wanted to send my family a message telling them I’m okay. But I don’t want them worried for me being stranded in an alien dimension.
After fifteen minutes of thinking, I came up to a conclusion; I turned on Facebook and headed straight to Miroslava Comstock, my mother.
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Christopher: Hello? Mom, you there?
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I waited for a good five minutes in silent nervousness before the chat box updated.
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Miroslava: Who are you and why are you impersonating my son?
Christopher: Mom, it’s me, Christopher Bryan Taylor!
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I typed my middle name as evidence to my case, as I barely use it and not many people know it.
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Miroslava: That’s bullshit; get off of my son’s account before I call the network.
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‘Think, what can I use to help mom believe me…? I got it!’
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Christopher: It’s really me, and I can prove it; Last year when we moved to the three story house in Panama City beach, you placed a picture on the staircase showcasing an ‘unknown’ person showing off a pair of gym shorts that had on the butt, the word ‘Badass’, everyone thought it was Dale at first until you came by and said it was you…
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I waited a long time after that, it wasn’t until an hour later and the clock just turned to 10:12 P.M, did I receive a video call.
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Miroslava wants to video chat with you. Accept or decline?
Accept
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A different screen popped up to the right of me, with the words showing ‘retrieving video feed’ in big bold letters, after a couple seconds I picked up sounds and not too long after the video popped up, showing Dad, Dale, and Mom
As soon as they saw my face, they all went to a look of surprise,
Mom had her hand covering her mouth, while Dad and Dale just went and said expletives in surprise.
All I could do was smile and wait until they were recovered.
Mom eventually spoke up, “Chris?”
I nodded, “In the flesh,”
Dale tried to burst this using logic, “But that’s impossible! We saw your body! We all did! How can you be alive?!”
“Technically, I am dead in a sense,” I replied.
“What, you’re in heaven?” Dad asked.
“Nope, in a sense, I’m in a different dimension altogether,” I explained.
Aaand cue, the ‘Dafuq’ face.
“How?” they all asked.
“Apparently the leaders of this country are basically goddesses, they been spying on me for a while and saw my life, and when I died from Kawasaki they brought me here for a second chance,” I explained, leaving out the war on terror part, but according to Dale’s ‘examining’ face, he knew I was lying.
“Chris…” Dale interrogated.
I held my stance for a couple second before breaking, “All right, it’s not the entire truth, they WERE planning on giving me a second chance, but they have bigger problems,”
“Like what?” Mom asked, not liking where this was going.
“There are private military groups planning on overthrowing this government and killing all who oppose them, the Princesses called me to take care of them,” I explained, looking away when I reached the end of my sentence.
Mixed reactions, Mom didn’t want me to do this, while Dad kept quiet, debating whether or not to agree or disagree.
Dale however, was motivational, “Make sure you pop a couple rounds up their asses for me all right?”
I smile at this and nod.
Mom, she’s doing what mom’s do, “Chris, no, I want you to come back here right now! I will not let yourself almost get killed for who knows how long over there!”
Does she even know how stupid that sounded?
I stared at her with an ‘are you serious’ look before breaking her logic, “Mom, that’s not possible, wanna know why?
Because I’m already dead!” she stops ranting and looks at me fully now, “The princesses already explained that in that dimension, I already died. If I were to attempt and get sent back, the universe in that dimension would reject me, whether from denying my existence, or replacing me with a different person that you would never know.”
Mom just looked away with a defeated expression, “I just don’t want you to get hurt…”
“And I can understand that, however, this place needs a soldier, a skilled one at that, these guys haven’t seen conflict in over a thousand years, the guards here, they barely know how to actually fight! All they could do was copy the enemy’s weaponry and delay the inevitable for probably another year or so before they lost! Innocents, dead…”
Dale noticed my choice of words and tried to change the topic, “Why are you saying the words Princesses and guards? What are you in, medieval times?”
Following along with Dale I replied, “Ehh, kinda, sorta. The technology isn’t as advanced as ours however, they make it up with, and you are not going to believe this…Magic.”
“Magic?” They all say.
“Magic.” I confirmed. I head out the bedroom door and make sure no one is listening in, then close it and walk back to the desk, “and you wanna know something better? Dad, you remember that show my friends practically forced me to watch?”
“Uhh…Which one?” Dad said, clueless.
“The one with the ponies ‘n stuff?” I specified.
“Ohh..That one? What about it?” Dad asked.
“Apparently I’ve been sucked into an alternate dimension where basically I’m in a humanized version of the show. Whereas instead of ponies, there are humans with equine features, like horn, tail, wings, etc.”
Silence…Then we all laughed, marveling at the absurdity of the situation.
“Believe it or not, it’s real, Bad news is; I have to be careful who sees me when I kill,” I said.
“And what’s the good news?” Mom asked.
I leaned into the screen and whispered, “…It may be the hormones talking, but a lot of these girls are smokin’ hot!”
More laughter, I was almost banging my hand on the table.
“Hey! Can you keep it down! We’re trying to sleep!” I hear Twilight scream from upstairs.
“Ahh, and there’s my host, she goes by the name; Twilight Sparkle, a bit of an isolated type, concerns herself with books, and I mean a lot of them, the princesses gave her a house that bunks as a public library for the town…Of Ponyville.” We all laughed again, quieter this time.
After calming down in a much lighter mood, Mom decides to ask something incredibly obvious.
“What’s that on your head?”
For a moment, I didn’t know what she was talking about, but I then realized she was talking about my visor, “It’s apparently a super computer disguised as sunglasses, with the capability to split itself and rest on the sides of my head, it merged with my brain somehow and knows all of my memories. Including my baby years…Even I can’t remember them!” I explained.
“So, you went through surgery?” Dale asked.
“Eh…Not exactly, at first I had no idea what it was when I found it, but I found a note wedged between some sockets saying ‘place it on the side of your head’, next thing you know, I’m on the ground as the machine burns through my skin to reach the brain, or at least I think it did. I’m not sure… According to the computer I can switch it to different styles; one eyed HMD, cowls, etc. If I wanted to I could even make it detach itself and input the super-computer specs into my eyes (shudder), that’s a last resort.” I explained once again.
Mom and Dad were not happy, but before the spoke something I interrupted “Need I remind you that this computer is giving me the ability to talk with you right now?” That shut them up, “Plus the pain only felt as bad as when I touched the burning barrel of my assault rifle on my first week of training,” I half-lied, but seriously never touch the barrel of a gun after firing, burns like a mother. “I should get going, big day tomorrow, gotta pick up my armor and look for some mines to pick up some dark sapphires to make some equipment for my companion.”
They all nod, and then mom speaks up, “We miss you son, we really do.”
I nod silently, “I know, I just want you to know I’m all right, try to move past this, I don’t want you going into depression,”
Dad speaks up next, “What do you want us to do about your news?” I look up at him confused before he elaborated, “Do you want us to spread the word, or keep us silent?”
“…It doesn’t matter, even if the government finds out about my whereabouts they can’t come here, they need to know which dimension I’m in, out of the billions out there.” I tell them, “I would probably expect some calls, but i can’t say my location due to no knowledge and I don’t want our dimension tainting this one.”
Dale nods, seeing the logic in my point.
I hear a knock on my door, wondering who it is, “I have to go, and I’ll call you when I’m not busy.”
We all say a quick good-bye before I swipe my hand against the video screen, causing it to close. I walk over to the door and open it to see Wolf sitting there.
“Oh, hey Wolf, whatcha need?” I ask.
“Is there someone in the room with you?” Wolf inquires.
“Nah, it was just a video call with Luna, is that it?” I Half-lied once more.
"I was wondering what the plan for tomorrow is," Wolf inquired.
“Simple, we go and pick up my light armor, then we find the location of the nearest mining area, we pick up enough dark sapphire in order to make your armor, head back to the blacksmith, then build your armor over the timespan of how long it will take,” I explained.
“Simple enough,” Wolf agreed.
“Yea, it is, if you don’t mind I need to get some shut eye, the activities we are going to do tomorrow is easier said than done. Good night, wolf,” I say as I turn off any illumination and head to bed, taking off my STILL tattered shirt and shoes,
“Probably need a new change of clothes as well,” I mutter.
Wolf walks over and lays next to the bed, facing the door, acting like a guard dog almost, judging on how the ‘eyes’ lost their illumination he’s most likely on standby.
I climb into bed and get under the covers, sleep coming at a snail’s pace considering the fact I’m mostly nocturnal, usually not going to bed until 1 A.M, as soon as sleep came though I was out cold.
Time: 2:09 A.M
Date: Oct 14, 2013
Where: Underneath the ground, (unknown, but near Ponyville)
(Third person perspective)
A silhouette scurries around the cave system, knowing its location and where it needs to be, it makes its way around corners and doorways, finally stopping at a large doorway.
The silhouette opens the doorway and quickly looks behind him, making sure he wasn’t followed, before entering and closing.
The room appears to be some kind of communications room, with crystals of all colors, mostly green and black, the silhouette steps out of the shadows to reveal an anthropomorphic changeling, its jagged horn and insect wings clad in dark green armor trimmed with black, signaling it’s the captain of the current platoon.
The changeling steps to the back of the room and steps next to a large green crystal, the changeling waves his disfigured hand over the crystal and it glows a tint of black before sending a pulse of magical energy into the air forming into a sphere.
The sphere floats down and rests head-length next to the commander, after a while an image pops up showing a black silhouette
The changeling bows before speaking to the silhouette, “Sire, the scouts have reported some news, the elements have returned back to their town and along with them someone…Else…”
The silhouette seems a bit surprised at this, “Who?!” A bit too forcefully.
The commander flinches before answered, “H-hard to say, he doesn’t look all that different from a teenager, but for some reason he’s carrying a sword of unknown material, the scouts have also reported that our MC has been commandeered by him. He is going to leave with SQ later today to head to the mines for new armor to make for it.”
The silhouette relaxes at this and calmly replies, “A minor complication, send a patrol to the mines and keep an eye on them, this teenager shouldn’t be of any interference to us. However as for SQ-741…Execute him if possible.”
“Will do, sire,” The changeling bows and leaves.
The sphere stays suspended for a moment, “I can’t have any interference with my plans, and this wedding is the only chance we will get to take over Canterlot, and as for you Chrysalis, I won’t have any hesitation in this!” the silhouette turns away, “We WILL take over Equestria, and when we do, we will KILL all who stands against us! Even a pitiful teenager with a toy sword!”