I don't really have anything to put here, but I'll just say this. Thank you for all the support and help. Want to finally find out who our asteroid is? Well, read on then!

*At the hospital in Canterlot, room 302. Intesive Care Unit, guards we're placed outside to prevent those that saw the strange body to get inside. Today Luna decides to pay a visit to see how the creature is recovering, and if has woken up yet."

"Well Nurse RedHeart, how is it?" Luna asked hopefully

"Well, it doesn't have any internal damage thanks to what ever it was wearing." RedHeart pointed to a massive pile of shaped metal.

"That's called Combat Skin, not shaped metal." A voice creaked out. Scaring both of the Mares, the beast began to stand up and take the tubes out of his skin. "Primitive technology... My suit's life support is better than this..."

"Excuse me? Primitive you said? This is some of the best medical equipment in Equestria," Nurse Redheart started obviously offended. "And trus-" The creature put it's 'hoof' over her mouth to shut her up.

"First of all, I don't know where this 'Equestria' resides. Second of all, this looks like medevil equipment to me. Third, where the hell did you put my plasma rifle?" The creature said with a strait face. "Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. When I do that I want you to tell me where my rifle is. Got that?" The pony nodded, so reluctantly it took it's hand away.

Fighting back screams, she pointed to a desk across the room to what looked like a metallic stick.

"Thank you" Might as well have some manners while I'm here...

"So what exactly are you?" Princess Luna asked

"Me? Nothing special, just a Forerunner." It said as casually as possible. (I realize that the italics are getting annoying, it's only for a short bit of time till they find it's name out.)

"What is a 'Forerunner'?" Luna asked.

"Well, we are highly intelligent creatures in which were made and enslaved by another creature called Precursor, they were though to live on forever. Of course no one likes to be the bottom of the chain so, we rebelled. Last thing I remember is my ship getting blasted and me getting flung into darkness known as space." The creature spoke, simply explaining it's history. "Then I wake up here, with two technicolor ponies questioning me about where I come from, also it looks like your guards are struggling to hold the crowd back, perhaps we should go somewhere else to speak?" It suggested.

"O-of course."

"Thank you Miss..."

"Luna,"

"Just let me get my gear on and we can head out." The creature started to put it's armor on and I finally got a good look at it, Four limbs, It walks on two, and it uses it's other two limbs to grab and hold onto objects. It has light pink skin. After it put it's armor on, it looked jet black, fearless, and dangerous, only to be added more so when it weld it's 'Plasma Rifle' as the creature said.

"Lets head out I guess, hopefully the townspeople don't frame me as a witch." It said jokingly.

The guards we're getting prepared to use lethal force to hold the crowd back. One even had it's sword in it's mouth just to push the crowd back. It didn't help when a jet-black-bipedal-super-intelligent-alien comes out of the room they were guarding. 'That guard is about to snap... best avoid it'

"So where are we going?"

"The castle of course."

"Well then, lets move out!" At this the guard though that some one had broken threw, so he turned around and charged... at me. His gold-painted steel sword clanged against my jet-black Combat Skin armor. The sword broke, my armor didn't even get touched, it's shields broke the sword itself. "Is that steel? Weakest metal ever..." It commented as the guard let out a shriek of terror.

*After fighting threw multiple crowds (And explaining to the guards what I was) we finally were able to get into the castle*

"Hello, Luna and this-" Celestia said jaw opened.

Like it? Hate it with a passion? Personally I think I played this chapter rather well! And no, Chief is not in this fanfic. This is long before humans were even created.

-Daughter of Death