A/N: Yes! Another Chapter! This took me WAY longer than I had wanted it to. But it's finally edited and ready to go.

Also, I want you guys to tell me what you think of this chapter, and if you have any, give me a few suggestions! I'm fairly, open to such things.

Chapter 1: A Bad Omen

While Sergei was shooting rapidly through The Void he was thinking. The former security guard was more than positive that he was having some fucked up, near death dream. He was all but laughing to himself as he thought about it. The Breach opening again? Already? But I just closed it! There's no way it's back!

He decided that none of this was real. Besides, the darkness felt so warm and comforting, and there was some sort of singing in the distance. He felt so peaceful, letting that warm darkness embrace him and carry him onwards forever towards that wonderful singing…

But it was not his time. Not yet.

And so with that a great coldness engulfed Sergei, and the singing was replaced by the sound of screeching metal and distorted screams.

I really hate teleporting. Sergei thought with a sigh.

Without warning, sergei appeared in some sort of dark area. He could see dust floating about, and a a few wisps of rapidly dissipating smoke-like mist. Likely residue from his teleportation. At this point, everything was quite blurry, the few noises that Sergei could hear were distorted and unintelligible.

"-t kind of place I'll be going to?" Sergei wasn't completely sure why his body had chosen that moment to finish his earlier interrupted sentence, but what was done was done, and he could no more stop it than he could stop his heart from beating.

Sergei stumbled about in his immediate vicinity, reaching out for something to support him as he waited for his eyes to clear. Then Sergei remembered something.

What about the parasite that had "killed" him before his little talk with Viikrae? If the laws of conservation of matter were true, than that little guy had to have gone somewhere. Knowing Viikrae, she wouldn't just shove it in some random place and hope for the best. She wou-

Hey! Sergei's hearing was coming back! He could definitely hear something. The noise sounded vaguely familiar. It sounded like… the clicking of chitin.

At this point, Sergei's vision had mostly cleared, and now, looking about, the armor clad human saw something that he had never hoped to see again. A Corpse Fly. How it had matured so fast, Sergei would never know, but he didn't need to know to kill it.

It's head and thorax were both coated in a layer of dark off-brown chitin, and it had a single bulbous, along with a series of clicking of mouth pieces. The softer abdomen was not chitinous, but fleshy, unlike the rest of it's body, but instead sported a soft, pale yellow glow and a dangerously long stinger which could be used to insert a the parasite's larvae directly into a host, living or dead, it only had two legs, but they appeared to be mantis like, made more for ripping and stabbing rather than walking. Despite all that, the feature that really drew Sergei's attention were the soft wings that greatly resembled that of a moth's sprouting from its thorax. Both wings were a dull orange, the forewing had a black stripe running along the edge, while the hind wing appeared to have a large, yellow circle near the bottom center. While that feature was certainly the more attention catching of all of the Corpse Flies features, it wasn't the most disturbing, The dark brown chitin appeared to have multiple indents and outlines in it that vaguely resembled the facial features.

Then the face opened, the chitin split with a wet crackling. A thin bit of paper white flesh stretched over it's cranium, just barely covering the bundle of nerves that we call a brain. There was a vertical eye socket like opening on the upper part of it's head and something could be seen lazily sliding about within, and for one tiny moment, a mass of light sensitive nerves pushed itself to the opening and swept the room, before returning. To make matters worse, it sported a series of clicking mouthparts, and a thin line of yellowish acid could been seen drizzling out of them.

Currently, the virulent insect was squirming about on the ground. It had just happened to land on it's back, and it was trying to right itself. Before it could do so, Sergei grabbed his gun.

"Whoa! I wasn't wearing this before!" Sergei said. It had taken him this long to realized that he was wearing his security suit. It was mostly a ugly military green metal, with, with the exception of his visor which was bright green. The visor was a convex, almost orb like shape and encompassed most of the front and part of the sides of his helmet, allowing his to see all around, and if one looked hard enough, they could make out brown eyes and an oblong face. On his back, Sergei also had a single jet like attachment. This was his booster attachment, they allowed him to jump higher, farther, or move faster, contrary to popular belief they were not jet packs, and could did not allow him to fly. He also had a built in shield generator somewhere within his suit, though it's exact location was unknown to Sergei, it wasn't massively powerful, but it could take a few hits for him.

Not only that but Sergei's trusty particle accelerator rifle and his favorite knife had come with him. His particle accelerator rifle looked quite a bit like a common automatic assault rifle would. The main difference was the tiny fusion core inside, which generated enough power to expel burst after burst of dense, super-heated neutrons. Sergei's combat knife was pretty regular, besides being nearly as long as a ruler and being composed entirely of reinforced titanium alloy. With the right tools the blade could take an edge like no other.

Without another second's hesitation, Sergei shoved the muzzle of his rifle into the the eye like opening of the

Corpse fly, and pulled the trigger.

Wave after wave of pale yellow gore splashed across Sergei's suit and the floor around his victim, and it's outer face instantly attempted to close around the gun. He continued to hold the trigger down until his rifle needed to recharge. Sergei moved his gone so he could see the massive holes in the corpse fly's head, then he kicked the dead being into the air and away from himself.

Sergei realized what a bad move that was too late. You see, multiple holes in its exo-skull and having most of it's brain turned to mush and then forced out of it's head and onto the floor about it was not enough to kill the parasitic monstrosity.

The corpse fly instantly began to flap it's orange wings and caught itself in the air. As soon as it had righted itself, it charged towards Sergei, it's wings swishing vigorously through the air. Even without it's bulbous eye, it seemed to know exactly where he was. Sergei tried to swat it away with his gun, but it darted upwards, dodging his attack. The insect lurched forward again, this time swiping at him with the pointed end of it's leg. It hit Sergei's shield, causing it to glow blue, and before he could react, it hit him again and again.

Within a few seconds the shields were down and and the end of it's leg glanced off of sergei's suit, leaving a nasty scratch on the metal. "I just got that polished!" Sergei yelled indignantly before swinging his combat knife expertly and cutting off one of the Corpse flies legs. More yellow blood painting the ground.

The Corpse fly used the spines on its remaining mantis-esque leg to latch onto Sergei's shoulder, the spines digging through metal and flesh. At the same time, Sergei drove his knife straight through the aggressive insects upper thorax. Sergei pushed against the protruding handle, trying to drive the insect off of him. Meanwhile, the Corpse fly's armored head opened up, mouthparts clicking hungrily at his jugular, trying to mortally wound it's prey before it succumbed to it's own mortal wounds. Sergei Petroski had other plans.

Gripping the handle of his knife tightly with one hand, Sergei grabbed the base of the corpse flies remaining limb with his other hand, and promptly broke it off.

With Sergei's shoulder literally ripped from its grasp, the screeching Corpse fly falls to the the ground. Sergei proceeds to stomp the monstrosities into the ground again, and again, and again, until his former foe is nothing but a soupy mess of yellow fluids, ruptured organs and shards of exoskeleton.

Sergei leaned over and puts his hands on his knees to support himself. He is completely out of breath, not to mention exhausted, and has the urge to regurgitate. Dying, then having his body reformed and thrown into another world had not been kind to the our unlikely hero.

Sergei took a moment to look around. He noticed he was inside of some ancient crypt. There were cobwebs and dust galore. Through a decent sized hole in the ceiling, Sergei noted that it was far into the night. Sergei also noted the burning wound on his back and the copious amounts of blood oozing from it. He'd have to find something to patch up his suit and shoulder later.

The newest addition to the scenery was what really caught the metal clad human's attention. It was the symbol painted on the wall to his left, and the feeling of dread and cold ancient terror exuding from it. The symbol was painted messily, with yellow paint, and many splashes of excess yellow paint, now dried, had once oozed from the painting. It was a huge circle, encompassing some sort of butterfly like figure.

Sergei couldn't help but tread up to the massive symbol. He had seen similar paintings on the walls of the Hermes but none of them had been this big. Sergei slowly made his way over to it, before limply putting a hand out towards the alien symbol.

"No…" Sergei said completely entranced and shocked by the appearance of the familiar painting, before the tip of his middle finger made contact with the yellow paint.

Instantly a cacophony of intermingled voices and pure agony poured unto Sergei's head. His gloved hands flew up and clumsily grasped his head at the temples, he let out a roar of agony, before he fell to his knees. He let out a second roar of pain, this one louder and longer, before collapsing onto the ground, his armored head clanking noisily on the cold, weathered stone.

Somewhere In an alternate dimension, a huge butterfly like creature composed entirely of yellow light hovered above the mountain peak's. A huge circle of yellow light surrounded it.

It's head was triangular, like a wasps, the point residing on the back of it's head was full of holes, resembling a changelings legs to a degree. The creature oddly had no eyes, and four tendrils flailed endlessly where it's mouth should have resided. The thorax had been replaced with a hollow rib cage, with a single flexible spine that connected the thorax, the stinger like abdomen, and the whip like tail.

It was Oboron.

A while back, on a human ship called the Hermes Oboron had failed to bring his children back to him, The Breach had been closed, and Oboron had wondered if it would ever open again. That thought had terrified him. Another thousand years without his children? He had been certain that he would go insane while waiting. But then another one of his child races had unwittingly opened The Breach. The race called itself a 'unicorn' and was a subspecies of a race that called itself 'ponies'.

If the mouthless deity could have frowned, he would have. For his old partner and friend Viikrae had sent her chosen champion to stop him once more. This was the same human that had closed The Breach aboard the Hermes. Why this armored human would not accept the love and light that Oboron shined down upon him, Oboron would never know.

He let out a deep, contented, and almost fatherly laugh when he noticed a small, gray tendril move slowly out of the mutilated flesh of his messenger. What he saw, that no one else would, was an immature Corpse fly. It's beady eyes darted about and it spotted Sergei first. The larvae began by trying to work it's way into his suit. After a few minutes of trying, it let out a bout of frustrated chitter before it fled the crypt, crawling somewhere into tall grasses of the nearby plains.

Oboron was quite happy., Soon another one of his children would be shown the way to his light.

The yellow god's job was not yet done. There were still many more children to bring back. And if his messengers could not show them the way, then he would just have to convince them by showing them just how much he cared for them.

And then, everything would finally be the way it was meant to be, with his children worshiping him eternally, and he could guide them with his light.

Nothing could make Oboron happier.

Luna slipped out of one of the last dreams of the night. Slamming the intricately carved door behind her, Luna chuckled nervously, her face shown slightly red with a hint of an embarrassed blush. Meanwhile, from somewhere behind her, she could hear a feminine voice yell, "And don't come back!"

It had been one of the more inappropriate dreams. certainly not something she wanted to willingly see again.

Glancing one at the door one last time, Luna visibly shuddered before trotting onward through the bleak and dark dreamscape. Contrary to popular belief, the dreamscape was not all the nice to look at, in fact, it was nothing but black. Almost like space minus the stars.

As Luna scoured the rest of the dreamscape for anymore possible nightmares, her mind began to turn to recent events. There had been a sudden spike in violent crimes. Ponies all over Equestria had begun shown up dead, mutilated, or missing, not to mention the rumors spreading about of a possible cult uprising. Many reports claimed that the the violent gatherings had been centered around the color yellow and an almost moth like creature of the same color.

To make matters worse, Luna couldn't help but wonder if the denizens of their fair nation blamed this crisis on her...

Luna had always been the less appreciated of the two Alicorn Sisters. Even when she helped to ease her subjects nightmares, they still feared or distrusted the Princess, often relating her to the dangers of the night, even though she had nothing to do with such things.

These thoughts were quickly broken when she noticed the stranger looking entrance to one of her ponies dreams. It was set into an indention. Both the indention and the door were made of metal. The door itself had a single line running through it's center, splitting it in half. To add the the already foreboding aura about this strange dream, a single cylindrical glass object set in the top wall of the metal indention seemed to be emitting light erratically, flashing and flickering from dark to light, again and again.

The final touch, the one detail that truly gave proved that this was a nightmare, was the splashes of red fluids across it.

This was certainly no ordinary nightmare. Despite that Luna was compelled to enter it.

As the lunar deity the crept closer to the metal door, examining it for a way to open it, it emitted a high pitched squeal as both halves slid open, grating to a stop after it was partially open. Luna leaped back, expecting whatever to have opened the door to leap out at her. When nothing did so, Luna crept closer to the door.

It hath opened on it's own!

and with that, Luna slipped between the two halves of the door, which had opened just far enough for her to fit in.

the first thing Luna noticed was the continuous explosions ricocheting around the metal room. They were so loud, that Luna had to press her ears against her head to prevent them from bursting. She also noticed how detailed the dream was, meaning that it must have been a memory or based off of a memory.

Facing the direction of the loud explosions, Luna saw three metal beasts that resembled a Minotaur. Actually their only real relation was the bipedal stance, other than that, they were completely different. The first two were made of gunmetal gray metal and had large bright blues eyes that took up most of the space on the creatures' heads. The third creature was made of dark green metal, and had a bright green eye rather than a blue eye. The third creature was the most detailed and in focus of all three of them. Luna realized that this must have been the dreamer due to the amount detail this creature had compared to the others and the rest of the dream, though she could not for the life of her decide what it was.

All three creatures were crouching low to the ground, while throwing bursts of magic out of oddly carved metal rods at something that vaguely resembled a spider with a vaguely pony like head that seemingly burst through the frontal area of the creature, minus a snout and the fact that it was covered in brown chitin, it's cheeks were bloated, and it's mouth was frozen in a perpetual scream, on the ground. To Luna, the creature looked very unnatural.

The spider like creature weaved and strafed about, easily avoiding the bursts of magic that were thrown at it. As it moved closer, it leaped forward and grabbed onto one of the gray creatures. It cried out, it's voice was feminine, and it began to bat at the spider like creature hysterically. "Get it off! get it off!"

At the same time, the spider like creature slashed at the obviously female creature with it's deadly forelegs, causing the blue shield that protected the creature to fade, and then disappear entirely. At the same time, the gray creature currently under attack pulled out a massive knife, and the dark green creature was running towards the grey creature with fire spurting out of it's back in small controlled bursts. The fire appeared to aid in propelling it towards it's comrade.

Before any of the metal creatures could take move more than a few feet, spider like creature stabbed it's leg through the creature's eye, shattering it. The two-legged creature let out a shrill death cry as a long, gray tongue covered in deadly barbs lashed out of the spider's mouth. It pushed its tongue inside the broken blue eye. It whip about for a moment before withdrawing, blood began to pour out of the gray creature's head, while it gurgled sickeningly.

Luna winced, she had not expected this level of brutality and wanton violence. Nor had she expected to see such creatures. This certainly wasn't a ponies dream. In fact, Luna was positive that these creature were behind the recent spikes in violence throughout Equestria.

She was knocked out of her stupor by a loud thumping noise. The green metal creature was nearing the smaller spider like creature. In an instant, the smaller insect noticed the larger bipedal monster and leaped towards it. It tongue ready to rip apart flesh and muscle. The green metal clad creature denied it this pleasure with a skillful slash of it's knife, severing it's gray tongue. Before the insect could properly react, the bipedal figure shot into the air with the fire spurting out of it's back and impaled the smaller eight legged monster with the knife, then threw it against the ground, before landing on it's back.

It died with a sickening crunch, it's tongue still twitching on the bloodstained metal floor nearby.

Luna felt sick, yet she continued to stare onward with a morbid fascination. Slowly, Luna made her way over to the deceased metal creature. She looked through the broken eye, and was surprised to find that it was not an eye at all, but instead a screen of some sort, and the metal was simply some sort of guard armor, She thought that they might have been more like the guard. Underneath it's armor, was a creature with a head very similar to the spider like creatures head. It was mostly hairless, and had pale skin, with a small, triangular nose and flat face, It's green eyes were much smaller than anypony that she had ever seen. The long brown mane that it sported reasserted the fact that it was indeed a female.

She could seen that the wound that had caused its death. Apparently, it's throat had been torn apart by the insectile monsters barbed tongue

It was then that the other two creatures began to converse, in perfect Equestrian, no less. They had just finished catching their breath from the recent battle.

The surviving gray one spoke first. It had the gruff, deep voice of a stallion, but also had a hint of a particular softness to it, portraying it's true age, it sounded like it was in it's early to mid twenties. "Chief, what are we going do with Private Yancey? We can't just leave her here. Those things… they'll use her body…"

Judging by it's voice, "Chief" was also a stallion, but it's deeper, more controlled voice, it sounded much older. Maybe it's early thirties? "I guess you're right, Corporeal. We'll have to burn her body. Find me some fuel or something that we can drench her in."

"B-burn her, sir? I really don't thi-" But 'Corporeal' was cut off by 'Chief'

"Look, do you want to stop those Corpse Flies from turning her into a Lost Child, or not? We can't bury her on a ship, even if we could, the other Lost Children would just dig her up. We don't have the time to try and drag her to the cargo bay so we can jettison her into space. Hell, we don't even know where the cargo bay is! So if you want to give her a bit of peace, get some flammables Corporeal Sutton!" By the end of his rant, 'Chief' was yelling loudly at Sutton. Once he had finished talking, the green figure walked to away, presumably to find some flammables.

"Y-yes sir…" Corporeal Sutton mumbled before reluctantly following after 'Chief'.

That was the final straw. Luna couldn't handle it anymore. Violence? Gore? That was one thing. Having to burn the bodies of your friends and comrades so that they wouldn't be used against you? That was something else entirely. Something horrible and unheard of. She had faced war with Discord, but never had she seen something quite like this.

As Luna walked through the 'ship', (She was a bit skeptical, she couldn't feel the waves against the hull of the ship as bow cut through them, and normally, ships were made of wood.) To exit the nightmare, she glanced back. Luna could see two bipedal silhouettes through the gloom of the metal structure pouring some sort of clear liquid all over the body of Private Yancey.

The green one pulled out a small metal rectangle. He flipped the top off, and jerked his thumb along one of the gear like parts. A small flame sprouted out of the cylindrical tube next to the gear shaped part. The gray figure handed him a wad of paper, which was quickly lit on fire before being tossed onto the corpse.

Luna blinked back a few tears before turning back around, and focusing all her attention on the door to the dream as she tried to drown out the noise of the crackling flames and the thoughts of charred skeletons and strange, insectile aliens…

Luna slipped back into dreamscape, and was immediately jolted into consciousness. She knew she would have to wake her sister. This creature could undoubtedly dangerous.

Luna didn't know just how right she was. Sergei Petroski was currently one of the most dangerous living beings in Equestria. Luckily, he was on their side.

Sergei… Sergei… it's time to wake up… You've got to wake up…

The rest was gibberish and unintelligible whispers. He new the voice was right though, for it was none other than Viikrae, the Elder Goddess.

As he woke up from the dream, he once again began to take his surroundings in and the events from the night before began to come back to him. He had died in the asylum whilst being interrogated by his doctor, then he had agreed to take on the The Yellow once more, if only to save his kin from the horrible fate that it would bring to all life.

Then there was his surroundings. He had played with rocks enough as a kid to know what he was surrounded by. Blocks of weathered stone, all neatly stacked around him to form a structure. A crypt of some sort. Almost like a pyramid. He could also see the pool of festering flesh a handful of meters away, which had been created during his battle with a Corpse Fly.

And then there was the dream. That dream never happened in real life. He had never known anyone named Private Yancey or Corporeal Sutton, And he had never called the possessed creatures and the monsters that were spawned from them Lost Children, though he had to admit, it certainly was fitting name.

And then there was that blue four legged thing watching him the whole time. It vaguely resembled something he had read about in a book packed with information about Earth before the Great Plague and the Unity War. He couldn't remember what it had called them, though he could remember reading that it had gone extinct during the Great Plague. He figured that the creature had been a result of his damaged mind, and that he needed to stop being such a nerd and get on with his current objective.

And with that, Sergei began his trek out of the crypt and into the strange and alien world, wondering what kind of horrors he would face next.