This is a MLP and Dead Space crossover, but with a dash of 'Your Human and You.' This where Issac and Carver must free mankind from the evil clutches of the Ponies. What else did you expect.
Finally after killing the Moon, saving Earth and all her colonies, and mankind. So they can have a tomorrow. I can finally stop. I can finally accept my death. As I fall to the icy cold planet below me. I can finally rest in peace. Close my eyes and just rest. No more Necromorphs, no more Unitologists or their crazy beliefs, no more Markers. Just blissful rest.....
But it seems that rest will have to wait. For as fate once again needs me to save mankind from an ancient evil. The Ponies...Once again I'll live a nightmarish hell to save the lives of others. On a world far from what I know. With the odds against me, my Plasma Cutter, and Carver. Will we be able to save Man and ourselves against an unknown opponent with powers that could rival or surpass the Markers, or will we fall by their combine might.
Only time will tell. If anyone human or not is hearing this, than I have succeeded or failed. Hopefully it's the first.
Isaac out.
Cover art is not made by me. It belong to the talented The-Marker-Killer. The "Your Human and You" verse belongs to MadMaxtheBlack. I have been given permission to be able to write this. I do not in any way own the MLP or Dead Space. They belong to their respective owners Hasbro and EA and Visceral Games.
Long ago, mankind came to this world, Equis. In search of sacred metals, land, and life for Mother Terra and her dying children. Their death was inevitable, as the children of Holy Mother Terra. Man, could not learn from their past mistake.
Long before the arrival of Man, years of constant usage of Mother Terra body and Man selfish wars, Mother was finally dying. The Holy Mother tried to hold off her death, for as long as her children didn't fight, but it was to late. Man final war, The Cataclysm, brought forth great destruction to the surface of Mother Terra. Before she could see her children in peace.
The Cataclysm, the last war of Man. Was the final battle between Mother children to rule over what very little she had left to offer. Metals, fresh water, land, and oil was all they fought over. Their pitiless greed ran rampant that the war of Mother's children, Man, sent the Holy Mother into a state of utter chaos. For none of Mother children were winning anything and losing all they ever achieved. Nor did they know what their actions truly did. For her life blood for us, Man, was deteriorating faster than it should have been allowed to. The constant raging war, of two decades, finally allow Man to see the horror they brought upon their Mother. But alas it was too late.
As Mother weep at the sight of her children fighting. She felt her time coming to an end. Holy Mother, only ever wanted to see her children at peace. But Mother Terra never saw her dream achieved. Peace. But alas when peace of Mother's children was achieved, to please their dying Mother. She could no longer see or feel their crying pleas anymore, for she was finally dead. Her once beautiful elegant grace was gone. Only to be replaces by a hollow dusk of death.
Mother's once blue blood of life, turned into an unholy sick brown sludge of diseased demons. Her once clean breathe of air, now filled with deadly toxin's and black blood of wasted metal demons that lay ruin across Mother skin. Black sickly fog covered the skies that surrounds Mother Terra eyes, so that her children, that blocked the sun for years. The once beautiful green, brown, blue, and red skin of Mother Terra now gone, littered with ruins of metal titans that reach beyond Mother's heaven. And that digs to the depths of Mother's heart.
There were no winners of their needless war, only losers of the dying children. So Mother Terra on her last breath, before her untimely death. Forged what little she could offer, in the deep edges of her lifeless body. Her gifts would allow man to keep the peace they finally achieved and allow Man to create vessels to travel through the vast seas of stars that she did not own.
From the holy metals Mother Terra offered, three holy vessels were created. The first vessel being called the ANGEL Grand-Ishimura-Nial the oldest of the three vessels, the first to swim the vast Ocean Stars. Her job was to explored the Ocean Stars in search of holy materials, to help repair the holy world. Mother Terra. A world in which Mother children, Man, destroyed. Her life work was to help Man to stay alive and to help birth her younger sister, the ANGEL Soothe-Sayer. The second youngest of the three, her job was to help calm the fears of man down with her elegant beautiful voice of truth, wisdom, and power. She defended her older sister, as they swam the Ocean Stars, from Unknown Rock-Var. Enemies of Mother Terra and Man for years before the Sisters birth. Such a deadly yet elegant Sister.
The Rock-Var would attack the Holy Vessels without provocation. They came without warning or reason, their power made the ANGEL's bled the blood of their Mother and of her children, Man. For no matter how many times they attack the ANGEL's, the Rock-Var would never succeeded their bastard duty. The ANGEL's fought back with such vicious force, that once the Rock-Var died, their bodies released hidden wealth of untold riches. Riches that held holy or sacred metals that were once formed on the Holy Mother. Riches that would help Man in the fight of their own survival. So with the ANGEL's with the new knowledge, attacked the Rock-Var, gaining holy or scared metals. Metals that would help birth their youngest sister.
The youngest, biggest, and by far the strongest vessel of the three, the holy ANGEL Neo-Terra. Was birth with a rare and holy metal from Mother Terra, that no where else held. For it could only be create from the deepest, hottest, and oldest place, that Man could not reach with all their might. Until time and Mother gave it away. For it was a special gift that held an unfathomable power. A power that Neo's Elder Sisters did not receive, for they would burn from the sheer sight of it. For its power could not be seen by the naked eye of either Man or ANGEL. A gift so rare and so powerful that the Holy Mother decided to create a mere ounce of this gift. A gift that allowed only the ANGEL Neo-Terra to leave the confined and secure space of the Oceans Stars. A feat that neither of her older Sister's could do.
A gift that could not be created within the Ocean Stars or beyond. A gift that could not be replicated by Man, no matter their efforts. A gift used by both Man and ANGEL. Derbrium, as we call this holy gift, allowed travel beyond the Ocean Stars, and into the Sea of Unknown Light. A place where neither of Neo's Sister's have dare gone before. Mother gift allowed Neo to travel in a golden spectacular vortex of light that ripple the very universe itself. A light called the Holy Tunnel. For its power allowed travel, that would take the Elder Sister's months even years to reach, that would only take ANGEL Neo-Terra mere days to achieve.
So with the sacred gift, both the ANGEL Neo-Terra and Man decided to use this new and holy power to explore the Sea of Unknown Light and bring back the untold riches from seas beyond. Their first to the swim past the Ocean Star led them to a place called, The Canis. A place of great beautiful lights that had little to offer other than a few scrapes of sacred metals. The first journey across the Sea of Unknown Light was not praised has hoped. But that did little to falter their will. So both ANGEL Neo-Terra and Man, swam to the Andromeda. A great sea close to ours. Their second swim was more praised than the first time. For both ANGEL and Man not only they brought back sacred and holy metals, but metals unknownst to them. These unknown metals, held a far different power that Mother Terra could not even bare to recreate.
These unknown metals held more power than anything Man had ever seen before. They were stronger than the chrome titanium that birth the Three Sister. They held far more lighting than sheen copper built to support the Sister wells of life. They withstood the flames of Sol and the heat of Man furnace. Able to fly past Mother's heavens as if they were the winds themselves. Such a deadly power that Man has found.
These. . .Unknown Metals were highly abundant and powerful, that Mans greed started to once again consume them. For these metals could only be created in the Sea of Unknown Light, not by Holy Mother Terra. So Man in need of newer vessel for their pitiless greed, forced the ANGEL Neo-Terra to travel deep within the Sea. While the Elder Sister stayed behind to defend Man from the Unknown Rock-Var and collect the metals within them. The search of such metals, left Neo's body with heavy wound from her intense travel. That those who rode with Neo lost their lives for the greed of others. Neo wounds ran across her elegant body, from head to toes, that her once beautiful form left her as a broken husk. She fair no worst or better then her older Sisters, for they could not stand equal with the newer vessels or their younger Sister.
So in the deep greed of Man, they decided to create more powerful, faster, and stronger vessels, that would replace the ANGEL's. The elder Sister knew their sacred duty was to help Man in anyway, so once they were respectfully put to rest. They left the world with a bright smile that would forever shine upon Man. But Mankind disrespect the Elder ANGEL smile, by using their remains on the newer vessels of Man.
USG. . .CMS
Man reused the left over for the two Elder Sister for the newer vessels called USG and CMS to help support themselves. Forgetting the reason they traveled to the Ocean Stars and beyond the Sea of Unknown Light. As Man laughed and cheered for the vessels of new, the ANGEL Neo-Terra wept for the lost of her older Sister, for it was not for them Neo would never live to see the day of light.
As time came for Neo, man built their own Holy Tunnel, called the Driven Shock. A glory of blue electrifying lights that swam in chaotic order. The Driven Shock was far weaker than the Holy Tunnel, but was able to be given to the vessels of new. She knew it was her time.
So as one final gift and duty to Man, Neo's travel one final time to depth of the Sea. To find a rare and unattainable metal that would give Man the tools to live on without the Sisters. But the Sea had other plans, for the lone ANGEL. As the Neo and Man rested before they left once again to continue their quest. An Unknown Rock-Var ten times the size of Neo, and four time longer, decide to attack her to end her final sacred duty. The battle was intense that half that rode with Neo never saw the day of light again. Once the battle was over Neo and Man, wished to claim their riches. But something else wanted them.
On the search of holy or sacred metals, to heal the wound inflicted onto the ANGEL Neo-Terra. Man found something that reeked of unholiness and witchcraft.
...The Dark Spiral...
The Dark Spiral first held promise of power and wisdom. A power that would help secure a place for Man to live. But it gave its will of the devil himself. Many on board the Neo-Terra believe this to be a gift from the Holy Mother. While many others did not believe as it was told, and knew Mother would never create such an unholy object. The ANGEL could not help Man, about what was to come. First sickness took over those who worshiped the unholy objects. Many believe that it was the will of the Spiral to make them feels this in order to pass it knowledge to the worthy. After sickness, madness took over many believers and non believers. Forcing them to believe that the love of the lost were with them. Talking, singing, whispering the false promise of the Spiral. Then rampage took over many, those who follow the Dark Spirals. They slaughtered the non believers of the Dark Spiral like lambs of slaughter. Forced many to believe its lies by inflicting unspeakable madness. Many fought against the worshipers of the Spirals. The ANGEL could do nothing, but watch the slaughter of Mother children she has tried so hard to save.
As a sick will of the Dark Spiral, it used its unholy power of the dark arts to bring back forth the dead into the world of the living. But the Dark Spiral did not bring the dead in the form in which they left. No, the Spiral granted them life as a soulless mutated beasts that carried no will. The faces and bodies of love one and friends were twisted into a sickly pale brown skin. Their teeth, legs, and hands were sharpen, that a single scratch of their Bone Swords cut through the ANGEL holy body.
As the ANGEL winced in pain brought upon her, by the Dark Spiral. The Spiral did not want to leave a single soul alone. With it damnation of a mind, the Spiral went for the young of the new birth. The Spiral twisted their innocents and formed them into walking bombs of death. That unleashed the horrid fluid of Death Yellow. That burned Neo heavenly body. It turned the young minds of children into a dreaded pack of monsters. That feasted on the flesh of their once loving parents. Women turned into monster that birthed demons from within its stomach. Men became legless creatures that a tail grew from the cord of their spines. The bodies of man, women, and child were rebirth into unholy demons of rotten flesh and bones that acted upon the Dark Spiral wicked and foul will.
The ANGEL Neo-Terra was now full of death. The once beacon of hope for Man, now lies as a beacon of dead space to the monstrosity that plague the ANGEL body. The eyes and brains of the ANGEL were shattered from the Necros Bone Swords and Whips. Her elegant blue legs of light, now us smothered with the rotting flesh of the Dark Spiral will. Her cannons of war now filled with crawling flesh offered no help in the raging war. All those that rode along the ANGEL were nearly lost. Very few held onto their dear life.
...Our life...
As the end was certain for both Man and ANGEL, the Spiral wanted to end Neo's life to complete it devilish plan. For it sent its strongest, most horrifying, and deadliest Necro, CarnnivaS, to where the heart and soul of the ANGEL Neo-Terra lies. Derbrium. All seemed to come to an end for the final ANGEL and surviving Man. But atlas miracle happened.
For when the beast reach the ever heart and soul of Neo. The gift Mother has bestowed upon Neo deflect the monster twisted form. For when it saw the holy light of Mother, the CarnnivaS burned brighter than any sun or star that either Man or ANGEL had ever witness. The power of Mothers gift shined brighter than anything, that the Dark Spiral upon seeing it glory started to burn. For it disgusting will could not cover the bright hope Mother Terra had for her children. The once losing war of will upon the ANGEL, turned into a new chance for life.
Neither the Dark Spiral wanted the holy light to shine upon its miserable existence, nor did Man want to leave the protective light that saved them. A stalemate was met, but the tides of fate did not smile upon Man. For the Spiral and it twisted puppets did not need food, water, or air to continue on. Yet, Man need it more than ever. Hundreds need food, water, and most importantly air to continue to battle.
Witnessing the dying children of Mother. The Spiral released a horrifying laugh of terror and pure evil. A laugh that vibrated the very core of the ANGEL body. A choirs of demonic laughing all throughout Neo's body to taunt us. So in the desperate act of survival a brave group of five venture to the eyes and brain of the ANGEL Neo-Terra. The Brave Five faced a great deal of Necros, monsters, and beast to reach their destination. The eyes and brain of the ANGEL, to activate the Holy Tunnel for one final time to end the Dark Spiral fun and existence. From the five only two survived the ordeal.
The two are known as the Engineer of Hope and the Soldier of Strength. For thy Saviors faced against the powers and black magic of the Dark Spiral. They face its champions that stood in the way. They fought with their fist when they had no bullets left. They fought monster that reached far beyond Man minds with mere metal sticks. They never gave up their Hope or Strength to the Dark Spiral. The Engineer and Soldier saved Mankind and the ANGEL Neo-Terra from the Dark Spiral. But it did not come without a price. As the two Saviors of Man activated the power bestow upon Neo, the Holy Tunnel would eradicate any and everything not protected within the ANGEL grasp.
They knew the price that had to be payed and released the power of Mother gift. For one final time. As the Holy Tunnel ruptured its golden light onto the fabric of the Sea, cries of both the Dark Spiral and Necros played as a devilish tune of pain. The Tunnel burned away the corrupted flesh the surrounded the holy body of the ANGEL Neo-Terra and melted the beast within. The Dark Spiral did not fair better for it was disintegrating as the Tunnel shine it heavenly light upon the ANGEL. As Man rested safely within the grasp of the ANGEL, little did we know a greater challenge awaited us at the end of the tunnel.
At the end reach of the Holy Tunnel, both Man and ANGEL cheered for we were the victory of the battle. As both us, Man, and ANGEL released a breathe of joy. The next image brought even more joy for us than our own survival. For when we left the protective light of the Tunnel the first image Man and ANGEL saw was another Mother Terra. A Mother that was brim fill of life. Man from within Neo's grasp left to repair the eyes and brain of the ANGEL.
As Man picked up their weapons of war, they past the remains of the damn. A small group left to see if the Dark Spiral has meet its end. The group only witness a smoldering pile of stone that was darker than it once was before. Not wanting the Spiral to regain power, the small group lock the pieces in a metal container believed to be unbreakable.
...Damn the Tyrants...
Locking the blasted rock, both Man and ANGEL set Neo's sail for the new Mother. The damages Neo sustain left her very weak. With little will left Neo was sent hurdling to the new Mother. Sanctuary. Crashing into Sanctuary with a mighty boom. The ANGEL was broken even more that Neo's main defense broke upon the impact. Leaving Man with no mighty weapons to protect themselves for the new threat that lurked in the shadows. As Man saw the broken ANGEL they wept like they never wept before. Even Mother death, the dismantle of the Elder Sister, and the witnessing of the Dark Spiral, Man has never wept more tears than the destruction of the ANGEL Neo-Terra. Their savior from death.
For atlas all the Sisters were dead. Their hard work and sacrifice forgotten by the greed of those within power. But those that rode with the final ANGEL never forgot the hard work of the Three Sisters. As the ANGEL Neo-Terra lays waste, ruined from her final and glorious battle. Dying upon the impact, she used her heavenly body to protect Man for one final time. But Neo did not depart from our realm of life without leaving a few gifts. Her lifeless body became the homes of those who survived the nightmares, her wound rebuilt to defend Man from the harsh nature of our new home, her body used as tools of survival and finally her most precious gift of all. Given to her by Mother, now to us ...Derbrium... Gave Man the power to rebuild all that was lost. As we rejoice of our survival and reconstruction, little did we know that a new danger lay ahead.
As a small group left the safety of the ANGEL body. They took an old metal war beast from the Cataclysm. Their departure lead Man to travel great length from the safety of the down ANGEL to where they have never went before. The travel was a great journey that led Man to encounter a new foe. A foe that could control the ever whim of the universe itself. A foe that showed no mercy for Mother dying children. A foe that hated any and all things Man.
...PONIES...
For when the small group encountered the dread enemies of Man. The Ponies attack without provocation or reason. Their weapons of flimsy stick and metals could not scratch the armor of Man, from the old war. For their weapons would snap from the sheer impact of Man's armor. They were no threat to Man at first, but then they did something that would forever change the balance of Man world. Til the end of time. Our weapons of the old war lay waste to their numbers, but a pony with the horns used a power similar to that of the Dark Spiral. The Horns or Unicorn horns glowed a majestic pink color that released a spell of magical might that killed a single man within a mere second. Burning the body into nothing more than the ash of a fire. Another one with wings flew up into the blue sky and gently landed on the cloud above. With such elegant grace the Wings or Pegasus kicked the cloud unleashing a barrage of lighting onto the group of survivors. Melting the armor and skin of Man. The final enemy of Man, had neither horn or wing. But sheer strength that brought forth tremors as their hooves hit the ground. Holes deeper than Man could see, opened gateways to Tartarus that swallowed any and all things. They're known as the Leggers or Equis Ponies. They slaughtered everyone and everything that wasn't a Pony. For reason still unknown to Man to this day. As the small group perished, a metal war beast rider who survived the tragedy left to tell the tale.
The rider told the tragedy of the small group of men that died in the battle. Many of Mother children cried for blood, and many more wanted to avoid conflict. For they knew that they had neither the warriors or supplies to do so. A small army of two hundred named, The Renegade, left the ANGEL body to fight this new foe. They went without the sacred blessing of the ANGEL. Dooming Man to a war that they could not win.
At the second battle site called the Forever Free Woods the crash place of the ANGEL. The small group of two hundred face against the Pony menace of four thousand. As both side raise their flags and weapons of war, Man charged into this new threat. The blood bath ensured Man was left as the victor of the first skirmish. As the enemies of Man died from our superior might and knowledge of war. For Man display their show of power to ward away others that seek to harm us. Many good men and women lost their life to show that we are a force that nature could not control. For we always fought amongst ourselves for penniless cause.
For thy ancestor knew not the consequences of their action. For thou ancestor would forever doom Man. For the small and pointless skirmish would be our only victory of a new losing war. A sign that Man was destine to lose.
Battle after battle, struggle after struggle, and death after death, Man once again was losing everything they ever worked to achieve. All their sacrifice meaningless. Their work useless. Their life lost. Once again Man was gaining nothing from fighting the Ponies, but losing it all. For whatever Man gain, food, water, life, was lost at thrice the amount. Man did not crave war like the mistakes of the old. We wanted to left alone. We wanted to live the life, given to us by the ANGEL's and Mother Terra.
As many died from both side, the weapons given to the ANGEL body was our final defense against the advancing Ponies. But our only power source, Derbrium, could only give so much to help us against the Pony menace or revive the holy cannons. Repairs to the ANGEL body could not be complete. For the enemy of Man came closer to the fallen ANGEL body. The strength, moral, and will of Mankind became weaker and weaker. The cannon blessed upon the ANGEL dead body were indeed no help for the last battle. For rebuilding the ANGEL Neo-Terra godly body was an impossible feat. For we did not possess the holy power, blessed tools, or scares time to do so. Damnation was only path left for Man.
Reaching the end of the freedom of Man. Our rightful FREEDOM. The Ponies came in great numbers that not even the ANGEL body could withstand the on coming onslaught. So in a desperate act of survival Man surrender to the Ponies. Relinquishing their weapons and armor, in hopes for the Ponies to show mercy on thy ancestor. But atlas fate did not smile on Man that day. Two giants towering over the Ponies came into sight. They glowed in a beautiful light of false holiness that brought a fear like never before. But a sinister smile upon the Ponies. A fear so great that it created the Dark Spiral image to be the frightfulness as a small kitty. Two very powerful beings that could eradicate Man within a single blink of their eyes. Their names are and forever will be...
The Solar Tyrant, ...Celestia...
And the Moon Terror, ...Luna...
One brave soul walked out to speak to the Celestial False Goddess. The Solar Tyrant, Celestia, saw the walking man. Before he can speak a word of peace, the Solar Tyrant reached for his head and popped it. The death of that one single individual led many to charge into the enemy head first. Weapons, armors, metal war beast, or not Man led themselves into the final battle. Charging into the Fall of Man. Thy ancestor fought with such a ferocious blood lust that even the Tyrants feared for their lives. Just it was for not.
Doom was Man. Doom to an eternal enslavement to the Pony menace. Doom where they to loss all they ever fought for. Doom where they to the revival of the Dark Spiral and to the Celestial Tyrants.
In the dead of night, sat a lone purple princess alicorn on top of her new castle balcony. With a telescope pointed to the night sky, a cup of coffee on a small table, a small plate of cookies to go along with the coffee, and an old worn out book. A book that hold information about the earliest life of the Human race that inhabits the planet. A race of inferior being, owned by all other superior races on Equis. A book that the young princess has never even heard of. A book that's so closely related to their pathetic fate. A book that could change the history of Equestria forever. A dirt mold cover book she found under the stove of her new castle. A book that the young princess shall never let any other soul know about. Not even the princesses. A book that she'll want to continue to read.
For she is the recently crowned princess, who defeat Nightmare Moon, Queen Chrysalis, Discord, and Lord Tirek. Her name is Twilight Sparkle. Who was previously watching the night sky to see the Lunar Princess magnificent meteor shower. In honor of her and her friends for recently defeating Lord Tirek. As she tried to understand the meaning of the ones and zeros, she released sigh of frustration not being able to read the numbers.
"Urg, why is this so bucking hard to read!" She nearly shouted moving her head from the book. "Ah, Twilight Sparkle keep it together. You don't want to throw a fit like last time," she said as she places her eyes on the book once more. Ultimately forgetting about the meteor shower. So entwine with the book about the Human race, she did not noticing two distinct lights. One grey light heading for the Everfree Forest. The other one a blue light heading for Dodge Junction.
Two lights that shall and will forever change the face of Equis and the way they see Man.
Silence is all that can be heard. Just listen to the sounds around you.
Hear that, it's . . .
Nothing.
No more shrieks of terror from the Necromorphs. No more loud pitch cries from the Pack. No more twisted up Crawlers or Exploder crying wanting to release their yellow goo of vomit or some shit like that. No more crazy belief from the Unitologist. No more delusional sights of a dead girlfriend.
No more feeling pain.
No more bleeding.
No more being scared of death.
No more bone crushing death experience.
No more MARKERS.
No more of anything!
The peace of not having to hear the repeated sound of my Plasma Cutter slicing through seemingless waves of never ending Necromorph. Brings a joyful and happy feeling to my heart. A feeling I haven't felt since the Ishimura...Bad memories. The reality of being dead is that I'm in total bliss. I don't have to worry about pain, bruises, cuts, or any other shit related like that. I can finally rest. I can finally put everything past me. I can finally forget my shitty ass life. I can finally see Nicole. I can finally close my eyes for one final time, let the darkness consume me and have an eternal rest of peace.
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So why in goddamn mother fucking name does my whole body hurt!? I mean I'm suppose to be dead, not in a grueling agonizing pain. I'm suppose to be in heaven with everyone else that I know. I'm suppose to be in peace, not in pain. Is this some kind of cruel joke from God. Did he decide that saving humanity was a bad idea and placed me in hell! I mean for fuck sake, I've save everyone from the Markers, Necromorphs, and the fucking Moons! And I'm in hell for saving mankind from certain death? I mean sure I was an asshole growing up, became a paranoid prick after killing my second Marker, and a jerk to everyone else who've tried to help me. But that doesn't mean I can go to hell like that...can I?
So that begs the question why am I in pain? I'm not suppose to be alive at all. Christ, my goddamn body feel like a Tormentor raped my body, then pounded me to the ground, raped my body again, and finally allowed me fall face first to the ground below me. A ground that has a warm summer campy feeli-
Wait, warm? That can't be right. This place is a fucking ice cube for god sake, not a sunny side beach resort.
Laying on the ground face first, I decide not to lounge around anymore. Trying to raise myself on all four as if I were a lap dog. My fast movement, causes to much stress for my body to handle. "Argh!" I cry in anguish as every fiber of my very being feels as if I were dipped in acid, sprinkled in salt, and set on fire. In my moment of weakness I fall to the ground. Closing my eyes to help ease the roaring pain throughout my body. I give myself a few painstakingly long second to open my eyes.
"Ahhh!" I moan in agony as the the first thing I see is a very intense white bright light. Shutting my eyes to prevent myself from the torment. I roll over to my back to rest for awhile. Urrggg, stupid light. As the pain in my eyes starts to subside itself, I cautiously open my eyes to see a slightly less intense bright light hitting my face. The protective rim from my helmet helps my eyes deal with the light, but not enough. Placing a hand over my face, I allow my eyes to adjust to the brightness before me.
In my prone state of weakness, I try to come up with a 'reasonable' solution to why the fuck I'm here. Okay, think Isaac think. One: either I'm dead and this is God way of repaying me for all I've done. Two: punishment for all I've done, or this is a delusion from the Marker. Or three: I've finally snapped and I'm in a mental ward for the crazy. God let it be the last one.
As my on going self rant take place, the intense brightness in the area starts to fade. As the pain from my eyes is nearly gone. I begin to survey the area around me in case there are any Necromorph around or if Carver as well survived. The first thing I notice surveying the area is that everything is green, brown, healthy, and unusually bright. Which is really weird and uncomfortable to me. Because I'm used to everything being cold, white, dead, clean, metal, or artificially lights. As I suck in the surrounding area unnatural setting, the moment of realization hit me square in the brain.
Tall brown trees.
Thick greens leafy bushes.
Multi-colored beds of flowers.
White fluffy cotton clouds.
And the clear blue sky.
For the first time in my life I think I'm actually seeing a living and fully functional forest on a living planet. Unlike most planets I've ever seen. Which is always dead and bleak. This is a forest that isn't digital recorded to talk about Earth before World War III, or a virtual hologram used to give anyone the experience of walking through a forest that our ancestor once did, or the fake ones place around colonies, space stations, and ships to liven up the place. No what I'm seeing is a real living forest that isn't protected by the EarthGov or private companies.
"My god is this heaven?"
The amazement of seeing a full living forest sinks in my body, nearly taking me away from reality. Making me hope that I really was dead. Because if it is, then this is a well earn reward and well deserved rest, for all that crap I went through. I feel so peaceful, calm, and relax that nothing could take away this feeling.
Until the sounds of rustling in the bushes and low growling takes me back to reality. Jumping from my back prone state to my feet in less than a second flat. I quickly raise my hands to aim my Plasma Cutter, to mow down the waves of incoming Necromorph. Only to quickly realize one of two things. One, my Plasma Cutter isn't in my hands. And two, my Engineer suit is still in great condition. Even after all that shit I went through. Though my suit isn't my main priority. My main priority is that my Plasma Cutter isn't in my hand. Crap, please be near by. Panic entering my mind, I prepare my fist and mind for the on coming waves of the undead.
After what felt like hours, nothing came out and tried to severed my head to control my lifeless body or to rip me to shred. As panic leaving my systems I decide to check if my suit RIG functions is still working. Also so to check if I have anything left in my inventory. Opening up my RIG, the first thing I see is that my inventory is empty. And I mean empty, as in I have no Med Packs, no ammo, no Stasis Pack, or anything. Though I still have a Tungsten Torque bar left in my Key Item slot.
Looking over to my weapons slot, I see that my secondary weapon, a Heavy Elite Bullpup Rifle with the Rocket Launcher attached to the bottom of my gun still remain. Along with three Scavenger Bots, but the Plasma Cutter is completely missing from its place. Looking over to the ammo count, it shows that I have only one shot left with the Rocket Launcher.
"Better save it for later." I say slightly irritated that I carry almost no weapons. Then looking over to my resources. I observe that I great deal of material left. To be precise I carry 18,863 pieces of Scrap Metal, 4,908 pieces of Semiconductor, 1,289 pieces of Tungsten, about 3,469 of that weird green shit that makes more Med Packs, 3,980 Transducer, and 342 Ration Seals. Only if there was a Bench was closed by, this stuff would be useful.
But at the current moment I'm standing still in the middle of an open area looking through my RIG. With nearly no weapons or anything to reload, defend, or heal myself. Leaving me wide open for an attack, which is stupid for my part. But also not paying attention to my surrounds which is a really smart move. Even though I came from fight the undead, crazy occultist, and killing a freakin moon thing. I decide to not stand still like a fucking retard.
Leaving the area I woken in, I quickly scan around the ground to see if my Cutter was near. Finding nothing, expect the burned and char dirt beneath me. I start my trek into the dense think forest. This place and everything that it has to offer brings out my inner child. Causing me to squeal like a high school girl going on her first date. Everything in the area amazing me, it's nothings like the hologram, or plastic one I've seen. Or ones I've seen protected by EarthGov. It's all real...Or at least I hope it is.
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"God, how big is this stupid place?" I shouted getting tried of walking through this tightly packed place. All the amazement I had in this place vanished within the first ten minutes of walking. All of it turned into frustration from what feels like walking in circles. The exhaustion from my final death battle seemed to have suck out whatever will I had left to continue to go on. My legs beg in protest to stop walking for every nerve in my legs feel as if they're on fire. My arms refuse to move on my command as they randomly swing as I walk. My eyes feel heavy as sleep demands to take a hold. I just want to quit, but I can't. For none of this can even compare to all the years of fighting Markers, Necromorphs, the recent Unitologist, and restless nights. This is a walk in the park in comparison.
The dying sunlight tells me that night time is soon to approach. Telling me that I'll need to find or craft a weapon if I wish to continue on, need to find a light source to spot Necromorphs, or I could rest my as for the night. Concluding that I'll keep on walking until the sunlight is no more. I keep trekking through the forest. As the sunlight nears it end, the lights from my helmet fail to turn on. The constant flickering of the light blue lights indicate something is wrong.
"Crap!" I exclaim tripping on something I couldn't see. A rock or stick. I fall to the ground face first, landing in a soft patch of dirt. Looking around me I notice that the darkness has finally arrived. I can't tell if its the forest or what, but everything here seems darker than it should be allowed to. Activating the suit schematics the blue light illuminates the surrounding area. Looking for the problem in my suit. Which is something I probably should of done earlier. The scanning of my suit, shows that the problem of my suit is that most of the internal system and wires were heavily damaged upon impact. As my suit schematics brightens the area. I need to decide if to stay and build a fire. Or leave and face the unknown.
Fast.
If anything from my past experience has taught me anything. It's that I'll always need a weapon to fight whats ever in my way or find a very secure place to hide for a while. "Looks like I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." With barely any light coming through the forest leaves, I used the lights my suit provides. The provided lights allow me to walk around. Collecting sticks and leaves I could see, I try my hand at firing making. Which ends up as a failure. Which is really embarrassing for someone who carriers several degrees around. Luckily no one was around to see me. Looking around to see if anything could use to help me start a fire. I find several small rock.
"Thank you, Jesus!" I say as I place several rock in a circle. Then placing the sticks and leaves on the circle of rocks. I begin to hit two rocks together creating small sparks of fire, to light the pile I've created. After a few minutes of frustration, annoyance, and down right embarrassment I have successfully create a fire. Taking this chance to unlock my helmet the small hissing sound of the helmet echo through the forest. For it was the only noise, other than the fire, to be made. Laying myself near the fire, I stare into the flames and begin to reminiscence of everything that's happened to me over the last few long years.
"Sweet Celestia what happened?" Ask the purple alicorn to a horse like figure wearing a small red flannel shirt. A pair of cut up blue work jeans, thick pleather hooves boots, and a cowboy hat.
Walking to the alicorn the cowpony replies, "Ah don't know Twi." The unknown talker, stays quiet for a few moment. Both ponies trying their hardest not to look at the carnage before them. Letting the disturbing sight sink in before continuing to talk. Applejack says, "None of my or any other pony's 'human' has ever acted like this before."
"Okay Applejack, I want you to tell me what happen last night?" Asked the purple princess.
Nodding her head, Applejack begins to explain her story of what has occur over the last day and a half. "Okay here we go. Since last night meteor shower, my 'humans' have been acting strange."
"Strange how?" Asked Twilight crossing her fingers.
"Well they start acting more aggressive, disobeying ma' order, talking when they're ain't suppose too be, and they been saying this weird chant all day and night." She finishes trying to not look back at the disturbing display behind them.
"Do you hear what they were saying?" Twilight said with a hint of annoyance to the 'humans' for disobeying her friend.
"Heard it, they were practically shouting their chant." Applejack raises her voice, before tilting her head downwards. Placing a hand on the tip of the hat making sure it didn't fall. The look on her face shows that all her strengths seemed to be zapped away. The orange cowpony seems sad about what has happened/
"What were they saying?" Twilight asked one last time.
Looking up at her friend Applejack says, "Hope has arrived."
"What does tha-" Applejack interrupts her friends question.
"Not done, yet Twi." Coughing slightly into her hand, Applejack proceeds to talk. "Also they said this, 'Strength is soon to awaken.'"
"Do you know what any of this means?"
"Sorry Twi if Ah knew Ah'll tell, but right now I want to go home and rest." Stated Applejack yawning as she stretches her arms. The look of exhaustion can be seen on her face, as well as depression.
"It's okay AJ, after with what you went through I'm pretty sure you deserve a goodnight rest." Applejack looks at Twilight and give a weak smile.
"Thank Twi, Ah need to hear that." Hugging her friend for a quick moment both ponies head their separate way. Before either could get very far from one another, AJ shouts to Twilight.
"Twilight I forgot to tell one more thing."
"What is it?" Shouted Twilight.
"The humans also said this, 'Both shall end yours tyranny, both will help Man rise, but one will end your goddesses and one shall kill their false god.'" With that said Applejack begin to walk to her farm. Leaving Twilight to ponder about what AJ said, while heading for her new crystal tree-house-library home.
On their walk to their homes, one thinking about way her and other ponies 'humans' acted out of place and attack ever pony in sight. While the other wonder if it could be related to the book she recently found.
As the two got further away from the disturbance. Several Royal Guards near the mass grave of humans and ponies were moving the bodies around. There were three groups of four. One group put the ponies in body bags to give them a proper funeral for their loved ones. While the other group pile up the deceased human into a pile to light them on fire. The final group stayed close to the grave of burning humans to make sure the fires don't spread as the other two groups take the deceased ponies to the morgue.
"Your horrid belief has turn my kind, my family, my love against me! Your cruel reign ends here, even if I must eradicate all the magic on Equis."
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"Why, my dear little alicorns. Why, shouldn't there be a bit of mayhem in this perfect little world of yours? After all, harmony needs a bit of chaos to be consider harmony. Does it not?"
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"I must stop them and it, from perverting my crystals ponies. Oh father, Heart Crystal forgive me for the sin, I'm about to commit. But it's the only way."
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"I'll defend my daughter and my hive from you and its foul bastardizing magic! I will protect my Lings, even if we turned into monsters!"
"What's happening?" I asked as the disembody voices woke me up from my rest.
"Learn from the voices of the past."
"What?" I asked as the disembody 'voice'.
"Learn young one."
"Learn what?"
"They will guide you through your most hellish time."
"Whose they, whatever you are?" I said as my mind is trying to make sense of what's happening.
"They will teach you the way to fight the Dark Spiral and its followers."
"The Dark Spiral?" I question the voice trying to think on what it could be. I have a vague idea on what it might be.
"Their past, will help in your future."
"This is crazy, and trust me I know crazy." I said remembering all the shit I had to go through. Every dead body I've passed, every necromorph I've dismembered, everyone that tried to use me. . . every moment the Markers used Nicole against me. I remember all of it and no amount of alcohol, drugs, or mind bleach was going to erase it. They are forever embedded into my mind. A curse for living and fighting against the Markers and its influence. Creating a wave of past event playing throughout my mind.
"Peace, Engineer."
It said in a calm voice. A voice so calm that it made me forget the hellish thoughts that plague my mind. In fact from all the 'voices' I heard, before this one came in, sound distraught, in pain, or in sadness.
"We know of the darkness you battled. We know that pain you fought. The madness place upon you. We know you are our only chance in survival against the Dark Spiral and its power. So please Engineer will you help us."
"You need my help?" I asked in a somber voice, knowing that I wasn't going to like where this really weird dream was heading. "Also who is we?"
"I can't answer that question, for you need to seek the answer in your journey."
My journey? "What, why? You're asking for my help." I said in slight anger. "Shouldn't I need to know who I'm suppose to help you?" I'm hoping that saying this, will give me some answer as to what's happening. The 'voice' does not answer my questions at first. Making me believe that this entire conversation with this 'voice', is telling me that I've basically gone mad. Well, madder than before. For all I know, EarthGov. survived the Unitologist attack on all the colonies. Reorganized itself into a proper government, sent a ship or two to follow some kind of tracer placed on the ship, found me barely alive talking to myself, and put me in the loony bin. My head is starting to hurt from thinking about all this.
"Young Engineer, know that you have not lost your mind, nor that this a dream."
"What?" I asked in bewilderment as the 'voice' seemed to had read my mind.
"Indeed, young one."
"What?" I repeated, sounding like an old record player from the early 20th century.
Worry, not Engineer we did not go to deep within your mind."
"Okay, whoever the fuck you are!" I shouted getting tired of this shit, "Tell me where I'm at, why I'm here, and what's going on?"
"We will! But for now you do not trust my words, unless I elaborate further?"
"Yes." I answered plainly.
"You are in a realm where I and only I can talk to you here. Know this, that this realm is the only place where the Spiral influence can not reach you. A realm called Zeka. And as I said before we need your help."
"Whose we?" I questioned.
"That I can't tell you, for you'll need to find them for yourself, but I can tell you about me. Will that suffice?
"Yes, it will." I said relaxing my mind for a second. Disliking the fact that this 'voice' will not tell me about the other, but will tell me about himself? Or is it a her, sounds more like a her. Thinking about it for a second, I went with her.
"I am the lost voyage for Man early travel. I am the guardian of the surviving few hundra's. I am the last light that shine brightly on Man, defending them from the Dark Spiral and its influence. I am the Arch ANGEL Neo-Terra. Man first voyage into the Unknown."
Neo-Terra where does that name sound familiar. I know I've heard it somewhere before, but from where. "Okay, Arch Angel Neo-Terra," I said with some skepticism, "what do you mean the lost voyage of man? Also are you a god or goddess to a crazy cult of murdering lunatics? Or some evil being manipulating any and everything to control the world or something?" The 'voi-I mean Arch Angel was quite, either from knowing that it was all a front to get me to do something terrible or gathering the right words to say. Either way, I'm not trusting a voice that randomly begins to talk to me and asking for help. Fucking Markers.
"You are scared and skeptical of me and what I might have plan, but be assured that I am no malevolent power or being bent on devour everything in sight.
"Read my mind again." I stated all ready knowing the answer.
"Indeed I did." She simply replied, "I was the source of power that gave life to my old form. A bulking behemoth of metal, cables, and lights. I gave man a chance to travel to the beyond the Stars and into the Unknown. I am the last one to survive the dismantlement that my fellow sisters went through. I am not a goddess for a crazy group of people. I'm only a figure of light that keep the burning will of strength and hope alive in Man."
"Got it," I stopped for a second to think about it. My brains is starting to connect some of the pieces, but I'll need more information to be sure. On to the next question. "Are, no, were you a spaceship and if you are, how did you, and how did you gain sapience. Also what happened to the other people on you and what planet am I on?" Trying to piece the pieces together, my brain forms a vague idea on the name Arch Angel Neo-Terra, but I need to be sure that this being is indeed the ship I'm thinking about. Also where did the "arch" part come from?
"How I came to be now, I know not, except for my creation and purpose. How I came here, was through the sacrifice of the first Engineer and the first Soldier. They risked there life to active my Holy Tunnel for only last time, that eliminated the Dark Spiral and its hold on the undead. We came to this planet at the end of the Holy Tunnel, as it was the only source of life we came across. We called her Sanctuary, but it inhabitants were not kind to us."
Everything she has said so far supports my suspicions on her, the Spirals, and a few other things. "Okay, for my final question for now is why me?" I already know the answer to this, but I needed to be sure of it. I could ask the others questions in my mind later, if I get the chance, but this take my main priority.
"We choose you, because you faced it already."
Bingo, that answers one of my suspicions. "I know that, but why me? Why not Carver or someone else?" I said as my voice started to rise up, "Why, do I have to go though this crap again? Alone!" I screamed the last part. Hating the fact that I wasn't dead, or that this was indeed a dream. I'm going to have to face this without someone to lend me a hand. Just like the Ishimura.
"We choose you because you carry a light that the Dark Spiral can't withstand. A light, even if you can't see it, feel within your heart. It shines brighter than the corrupted sun. Also who said you where alone."
Wait, what? "Does that mean Ca-" Never got to finish as the world around me started to rumble.
Arrrrrrrrgggh!!! The Angel screams in pain.
FoOlS!
A second voice appeared, sounding very ominous and hateful.
"I-i-impossible?"
aNgEl DiD yOu ThInK tHiS rEaLm WoUlD nOt FaLl To Me.
I could not see where this second 'voice' was coming from, just like the first one. But this one seemed darker, so dark that it felt familiar. It was eerie. But from where? I know that this feel or presences wasn't like the others, yet it felt like I've known it all my life. My head starts to hurt from thinking about where this 'voice' sounds familiar. I can feel a small stream of liquids flowing from my nose. Touching it, I looked at it to see that is was blood...my blood!
A lOvEr LoSt. A mAn BrOkEn. No ChAnCe.
I know that this second 'voice' was talking about me. However before I could reply to it, the first the Angel talked back.
"Engineer!" She screamed, the pain she feels can be heard running throughout her body? "I need you to waken, before the Dark Spiral can sink its influence into your mind. Or change the path I know you're destine to take. Know that the ones you fought and won against are inferior to this one. Now go!"
She talking about the Markers. She has to be talking about it. Then that means. . ."Fuck!" I yelled as something wrapped around my body. Being lifted off the ground, I look to see a binding mess of decaying flesh. Coated in mouths softly groaning, eyes look at my direction, and holes that release maggots out. In other words it was disturbing.
A cHiLd Of ThE aNgLe BrAvE. pAtHeTiC.
'Who or what are you?' I thought as the air in my lungs quickly deplete, making me gasp for air. But if the Angel could read my mind then this one might have the ability as well. True to my thought, it picked up what was on my mind it spoke.
wE aRe ThE bEgInNiNg Of ThIs ReAlM aNd ItS eNd.
As if that line wasn't a clique.
"Engineer!"
ThIs YoUr ChAmPiOn.
"Hurry awaken before it's too late!"
A wEaK HUMAN tHaT hAs No PoWeR. oR bLeSsInG oF yOuR mOtHeR. iS-
"Shut the fuck up!" I said interrupting it's conversation with the Angel. It was silent for a moment, probably from shock of something "weak" telling it to quite down.
YoU dArE tAlK tO mE!!!
"Yes, I did tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP if I wasn't clear enough for you the first time!" I said with a slight smirk plastered on my face. The fleshy binds around me tighten as more air leaves my lungs. Making me gasp for more air, but I wasn't going to give it the satisfaction it wanted.
wHaT cAn YoU dO aGaInSt Me.
It seem like the 'voice' stated that last one instead of questioning me. Getting more air into my lungs, I barely remember that I've held onto my guns this hold time. With another smirks I say, "Well, I can't do anything against you right now for the fact I have no idea where you're at. But I have faced against your brothers before and won." The area goes eerily quiet before it talks again.
ImPoSsIbLe?
"Oh it true," the binding on me loosen a bit. Allowing for more air to enter my body, "I faced and defeated the Markers. Two in fact, as well as a Brother Moon."
LiAr, No BeInG gOd Or MoRtAl HaS bEaTeN uS bEfOrE, nOt EvEn ThE AnGeL aNd HeR kNiGhTs Of OlD cOuLd KiLl Me.
Over in the imaginary corner, I heard the Angel whisper. "Such feats, to kill a Brother Moon. We choose correctly."
qUiT sPeWiNg LiEs AnD tAlK!
Getting myself ready for what's next I decide to indulge the Marker before I wake up. "I can't." I simply stated.
tElL mE oR dIe LiKe ThE wOrMs YoUr KiNd ArE!!!
"Because," placing a finger on the trigger, "this is going to be a blast!"
wHa-
BOOM!!!
The last thing I heard before the explosion was the cry of the Marker.
"Awaken young Engineer, for when you do your most greatest challenge awaits."
"Argh!" I screamed waking up for a very disturbing dream. "What the hell!" I said. Moving my hands to feel every part of my body to make sure no meaty bind were wrapped around me. Releasing a sign of relief, I go back down to the ground. Laying there stretching my body, hearing and feeling the crack of my bones being stretched out. I that it's still dark and that my fire has died out. Leaving me in the dark. Wondering if all of what happened was just a dream or real. It felt real, but at the same time it felt as if I wasn't even there. It really hard to explain.
Deciding to get up to get more wood. I venture to the forest, "Damn, can't see a thi-"
"Ahhhhhh!" I never got to finish. As the world around me turned black.
