The streets of an unmarked ghost town; a settlement said to be formed from gods and monsters was reduced to mere space and shadows of its former glory. Displo. It was the only known name for this place. In these streets, a young cream colored pegasus colt ran from what looked to be Crystal Knights in their black armor and glowing green eyes and pony Stormtroopers.
As much as the colt wanted to get away, the small group of armored ponies... around ten together fired lasers, threatening to injure his other wing. He made a left down an alley, the group at his heels slowing slightly so the weight of their armor didn't force them past their destination.
Pleasant Run thought he lost them, but when they came into view; his distance was at first very great until he ran into a dead end. There was no way out and he couldn't fly; these guys would give him the worst slap in his life.
"Troopers, aim! Fire on my mark." a black Stormtrooper commanded, lifting laser two canons on his wings. "Knights, create a barrier."
"Permission to speak?" One Knight asked, not waiting for a response, "Why? Are you afraid of the legends?"
"That's not how permission to speak works." Black Trooper replied with a hoof to his face, "I gave you an order! We can continue this conversation during your insubordination execution." Everyone leveled their laser devices at Pleasant Run, who thought he could sneak past them. "Fire!"
"Kick!" I shouted, my foot absorbing the blast into my magic reserves before I fired at the ground and changed my secondary to speed red to absorb the other lasers.
One trooper shouted, "What the hell?!" He fired several shots as I absorbed them.
"That's what I said!" I replied, switching to one of my various ghost/dark spirit forms: Ghost Rider. My head burst to flames as my armor turned dark and spiked before creating a leather jacket with several chains forming across my chest. "I had one hell of an awakening!" My cape burned away, revealing a metal hand that adapted to my form change by becoming a flaming claw. The ultimatrix formed on the spiked belt, still on the armor's speed setting. "Some guy shot off my hand and now I'm dealing with Stormtroopers and... whatever you guys are."
As soon as his fist met his hand a portal opened above, but nobody noticed.
"Hope you're ready for the Fandom Man!" I shouted, running a pulling a fist only for something white and green to fall from the sky behind the group, making a crater. There was a shout of "Falcon Punch" faster than that, taking a trooper through the wall above Pleasant Run. "Cortana, do you see this?!"
A blue holographic woman that actually looked like Cortana in a cardigan scanned the area as soon as vines shot out of the ground after a blue flash; a few Crystal Knights were tossed around. A Swampfire stepped out of the crater, his omnitrix symbol a blank green. He lifted his head, "That's for you, Swampy!"
"F***, you!"
He looked directly at me, the two of us returning to our normal forms. Both of us Fandom Men, but his armor looked smoother and cleaner with all of the lights working. ...he even had both hands. Noticing the paradox that the two ultimaties would make, he reached his left hand. It slightly offended me, but I reached my bulky gray hand to shake his.
"Fandom Man, Prime Timeline." He said, smiling. "Congrats, you are cooler than the girl version of me. Metal hand? Sombra war timeline? You look epic! Bonus with the Skywalker scenario."
I pulled my hand back, frowning. "O. Conner. If you weren't me, I would contemplate killing you."
"...and you are now second best O. Conners." I rolled my eyes. "Nice Cortana, but I got a better deal." He summoned two holograms, his Cortana was a blue Roll.EXE and-
I pushed him against the wall, "Why do you-"
"Time crap, turned dark, back to normal with system glitch. Rouge-" He teleported behind me, a glowing green fist near my head as he floated in his air armor element. "-improved my armor. Compared to you, I'm superior... I think. I hope you're not serious about the killing thing?"
"Scans complete. His technology is superior, yes, but he seems to be lazy so our raw skills can best him." Cortana informed me privately. "Let's also avoid a fight and focus on Pleasant Run."
As my other solidified, we turned to the little colt. "Kid, ya better have a bucking amazing reason to show your dumb flank in Displo."
"Are we seriously playing good guard, bad guard?"
"You keep thinking that." I turned to the kid. "Spill."
Pleasant nervously looked around before saluting, "One Rank Above Prive Pleasant Run, sir!"
Fandom Man tilted his head, "Wouldn't that be 'Private First Class'?"
"You mean my brother or the 'One Rank Above' branch?" he replied, shrugging. "I know, confusing."
"Dear Faust, not again..." I rubbed my head. "The branch, Private! What is it and why are you here?"
"Should I answer why I'm here or-"
Fandom Man slapped bacon in my mouth before staring deep into Pleasant's eyes. "How about you answer both in the new order-"
"I'm not part of 'The New Order'-"
"-GIVEN. Follow me and talk."
Private Pleasant Run of the "One Rank Above" pegasus branch of the "Harmony Rebels" and blah blah blah. They rebel again Sombra and Celestia while also having turf wars with "The New Order" led by a crippled Nightmare Moon... half of it. The other half are confused rebels.
Nightmare Moon brought back the Crystal Empire in hopes of waking King Sombra and Mr. Voiceless himself drains her power and removed the back half of her body. She almost looks like a pony Sith Lord. I'm calling her "Darth Moony" from now on. There's been some shady deals where the Crystal Legion and New Order meet. The confused Moon Troopers and weakly controlled Crystal Knights made a group called "Crystal Order".
Pleasant Run's base just happened to be near where Our Town should've been and in the direct middle of the enemy's territory. Run's mission was to join a small herd of scouts to find Displo and anything they can use to defend themselves. Sergeant Major Double Diamond and First Sergeants Lego Craft and Box Hooves are on their last legs.
They keep adapting to the point land mines and TNT cannons are useless. They even summoned the last Ender Dragon for it to fall prey to the combined forces.
Fandom Man watched as I changed my hand to it's many forms including a light saber saw, which might have prompted his question. "Are we in Pony Star Wars Mafia or something?"
Within my apartment; I hooked up all of my gear and placed what I couldn't fit in my inventory inside a metal backpack I had.
Pleasant Run gave an incredulous stare, "What?"
"We have a light side and a dark side fighting each other, rebels, a war, magic, shady deals and turf wars, and now a tiny person goes to parts unknown to find a hero while also being pursued or captured by something." He stopped, thinking of something. "You have air battles or a giant ball that acts as a death machine?"
"We did have a second moon made of crystal. Sombra made it to destroy towns he couldn't liberate so we sent pegasi into space with unicorns to take it out, or at least, make it useless."
"I smell a fan fic a-brewin'!" We shouted at the confusion of Private Run.