//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Equestrian meteor shower // by Innactive Account //------------------------------// Equestrian meteor shower Reintroductions ((((( (; ))))) "Die fuckers die!" Westly screamed at the top of his lungs firing his MA5B at the nearest Covenant bastards. Hours earlier He was a private in the UNSC and had come home, on planet omega-3, after basic to spend time with his wife before he shipped out on the "blood moon", a UNSC destroyer. The day before he left was when it all happened. They were spending time on the beach and in a fancy restaurant at an 80 story building. He had a great evening and was getting some food when he saw what looked like a grunt sneak by. How he didn't act was a mystery. Maybe it was just a cosplayer, he thought, there was a competition down the road. So once they were done at the restaurant they went to their car and were on the drive home when suddenly, a ball of plasma was hurtled in front of them. The force flipped their car. When Westly got out he saw the one thing he had never hoped to see. His wife, was staring ahead of her, unblinking, unseeing, with part of her skull caved in from the crash. (((((( (; ))))) He woke screaming. Derpy was thrown from her blissful dream of swimming in a sea of muffins. She ran into the guest room to check on Ryan, who just woke from one of his reoccurring night terrors. Why did he have to see that when all he wanted to do was to forget. But no, everything, everything reminded Ryan she was gone and she wasn't coming back. He calmed himself down with the techniques his psychiatrist had taught him. It had been a year, a whole year, since the incident had happened. He was insane, and he knew. "Ryan, are you ok?" She asked concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." He replied back. "Well you don't look it, your pale as Luna's moon, and sweating as hot as if your in a desert under Celestia's sun." She shot back. Today was the day he was to meet the acclaimed princess, twilight sparkle. Ughh, even narrating that name puts this disgusting taste in my mouth. He went down stairs and sat down somewhere, not caring exactly where. So he figured that he'd blow his time until then with his favorite comedy/sit com, Red vs blue. He put the first season on and enjoyed every second of it. He had downloaded the entire series onto his helmet and could watch it any time he wanted. "Why are there six pedals if there are only four directions?!" He heard his favorite character, caboose, say. "So, true man, so true." Ryan said as if he was talking to caboose. Even though it was a civilian show, they were able to obtain almost perfect replicas of military tech, just not as dangerous. God it was hilarious. He was just lounging there, on derpy's couch, having a good time. Then all of a sudden Derpy came out of nowhere, literally, and scared the living shit out of him. "Hey, Ryan, do you think you could come to town and help me carry some stuff?" She half yelled half asked. "Alright, sure." He didn't mind, it wasn't like he couldn't help, he was a pretty big dude after all, just a little over 6 foot 6, but not 6 foot 7. He could bench, at least, 225 pounds. Then he thought about his sudden reason to become like that, his wife's untimely demise. It had sent his Covvie killing spree into an all time high. He had trained day in and day out when ever he had the chance. It even payed off, his Covvie kill count was around 100. before his last mission it was 85, about fifty kills more than the average marine, and twenty more than the average ODST. He broke the train of thought off, and answered "ok" not wanting to get lost in thought. He switched off RVB and followed after Derpy. "So, what exactly is this nation's form of government? Is it a partial monarchy, complete monarchy, democratic monarchy, what? Because I know I heard you say princess." He said wondering why only princesses were heard of. I mean there must be a king and queen right? He thought. And so began his day in ponyville. it was a calm and orderly day, relaxing and calm until, a flying rainbow crashed into him. He looked at the thing that crashed into him, it was a cyan blue Pegasus with a hair do similar to derpy's except it was rainbow striped, it was standing right above him with a menacing look on its face. If ponies could look menacing, the attempt reminded him of a grunts pointless taunts. His thoughts trailed back to the 80 story building, where he and his wife shared their final happy moments together, and his grunt encounter there, then to his wife, her death, his rage and battles, and finally PTSD kicked right in. He drew his fist back and gave it an upper cut to remember. He felt bone crunch and break all along her jaw. It stumbled back enough for him to sit up and place his left hand around its throat, and brutally punch her face with his right hand. This continued until he was kicked by a pony from behind and sent flying 8 feet away. He tossed the pitiful excuse of a creature he was strangling aside and charged the pony who kicked him. She was a orange pony with blond hair and a cowboy's hat. She turned a round and set up as if to kick him, when she went to kick he slid under her, picked her up by her abdomen and body slammed her onto the ground. He then started punching her repeatedly until he realized what was happening. He just slowly got up and walked away disregarding any case of sorry. ODSTs were taught to never say sorry, it showed clouded judgment and uncertainty. So, he walked to the blue pony, who was currently unconscious, and slung her over his shoulders, or at least he thought it was a she, and walked over to the orange one and did the same. He'd sat in that room for hours before either pony woke. Eventually the blue one woke up. "Ugh what happened?" She said as she tried to sit up, not wanting to open her eyes just yet. "Don't worry, you're jaw is just fractured. It'll heal up soon." He said as he gently eased her back into the bed. He walked over to the other to check on the orange one and walked back over to sit by the blue one. He couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was it right for him to hurt them so, or was it their fault for attacking him first? He was suddenly broke from his thoughts as the blue one asked, "What hit me?" "I did." He said blatantly. "What?!" She must've just realized who I was. He thought. The blue one opened her eyes and saw Ryan without his helmet for the first time.