AN: I just wanted to thank my reviewers for their support! I would probably give up without them! Now on a less depressing note, on with ze story!
Samuel P.O.V.
I woke up in a tree house with a stomach full of Biofoam. It hurt like hell to breathe. The second thing I realized was that I was on a couch, and that my armor was off, but my pistol was still on my hip. Val undressed me. She knew that I would die without a gun. I looked to my right to see the princesses talking to Alex and Val. Alex had his helmet off and was smiling. Val had her helmet on and I could feel the discomfort she had. I tried to talk but it hurt to much. I swung my legs over the side and that hurt like hell. I stood on wobbly feet, no one noticing me. I took one step and fell on my face. That got their attention. My team picked me up so I could stand, and walked me to the couch so I could sit down. I gave Val a look that said 'thanks for the gun'. She responded by nodding her head once.
"Water." I managed to croak. Jester nodded and ran to what I assumed was a kitchen and came back with a purple cup filled with my savior. I chugged it down in record time. I put the cup down and saw numerous expressions on the inhabitants of the room. The princesses showed mild suprise, while Alex had amusement on his face, and finally Val seemed like she was smiling. She still had her helmet on so I didn't know for sure.
"Sitrep. What happened?" I said after a minute. Everyone looked nervous.
"What. Happened?" I repeated, did I switch languages again? They all moved aside to see the elite that stabbed me standing in the corner looking at me with, regret? There is no way in fuck that Val let an elite live. Not what happened to our parents. I instantly drew my pistol. Alex and Val jumped in front of the elite with hands raised, but I wasn't aiming for the elite. My muzzle found Val's helmet. She froze. I stood up and walked over to her with a lot of pain, but that wasn't acknowledged. I held the pistol up to her head.
"Who are you?" I asked, seething with anger. She didn't respond. She tapped her helmet. I nodded. She took off the helmet and let her black hair fall to her shoulders. The scar she earned on Erandis II seemed more pronounced when she was nervous. And she was definitely nervous.
"You will look me in the eyes when I ask you my questions." She nodded.
"Who was our mother?"
"We never knew her. She was killed on Harvest." She answered without hesitation. Correct.
"What planet did our father die on?"
"Reach." Correct again.
"How?"
"A Field Commander elite killed his unit, Echo Six, and cut off his arms and legs and laughed while he bled to death." Everyone except me and "Val" flinched. I noticed the purple unicorn from before grab a trash can and throw up but I didn't acknowledge it.
"How did this elite die?" Her eyes flashed in anger.
"You said that I didn't have to tell anyone about that." Very good. This was the real Valentine. I wasn't done yet though.
"I seem to remember that you vowed to kill every single elite that you ever came across. You were almost put into 'unfit for duty' for mental illness. So answer me this last question; why the fuck did you let that elite live?!" She looked down in defeat.
"It wasn't my decision." She looked at Alex who stared at her in a mix of anguish and pity. I looked at him. He wouldn't look me in the eyes. The elite who had been silent until now spoke up.
"That was my brother. I am not sorry he is dead. He was a monster; even amongst fellow sangheili." I glared at him and he seemed to shrink under my unrelenting gaze. I looked around and found my armor sitting in a corner. Suprisingly, it didn't have the two holes that I had in my chest.
"You did that?" I heard Alex whisper. "My father was in Echo Six. He was the leader of that unit. I heard a corporal avenged them, but that was you?" The princesses cleared their throats.
"Excuse me Commander but we have a few questions." Celestia said. I nodded and led Val to the couch. She buried her head into my shoulder and sobbed quietly. She hated showing her emotion in front of others. Especially in front of the enemy. Now she had done both and the emotional strain was too much. Even she needed a shoulder to cry on sometimes. Alex stood guard at the door, making sure no one would enter while we occupied the premises.
"What are you? And, if I may ask, how do you speak and understand equestrian language?" Luna asked, while the purple unicorn got a notepad and a quill(?) And started taking notes.
"We are human, but we have been augmented to have faster reflexes, stronger muscles, etc. As for the language, that is just coincidence. In our worlds, this language is called English. This is what most of the UNSC uses. As an old series would say, it's could be called Galactic Basic."
"What is the UNSC? And did you say worlds? As in more than one?" The Purple unicorn asked. I pointed at her.
"What is you name? I don't want to keep calling you 'purple unicorn' in my head." She blinked.
"Twilight." She said slowly, as of not so sure of my mental state anymore. I smiled. I love kids. (Shut up perverts.)
"The UNSC stands for United Nations Space Command. It was the head of the military in our universe." Hey, it was forerunner technology, and they were obviously completely batshit insane, so I am not negating the fact that we may be in a different universe. "Where we come from, we are at war with a coalition of quote unquote aliens that essentially want to completely eradicate humanity. The elite over there was a Spec Op in said military by the looks of his armor. Anyway, yes, we did have more than one planet under human control at the beginning of the Human - Covenant war. We had around 600 planets under our control. When we came here, we had one planet. Earth. Our home planet. The rest fell to the Covenant. Sounds simple right? Simply take the planet back. That wouldn't matter in this was war. They glassed the planets from orbit. After they were done, nothing could live on the planet. Total human and indigenous casualties? They don't tell the military because moral would plummet faster than hot air balloon in a snowstorm with bricks in it. But I estimate 50 TRILLION dead." The princesses, who had been stoic and composed the whole time, looked sick and cried in outrage at this. Valentine had stopped crying and had her head on my shoulder sleeping. I smiled softly and moved her had to a pillow on the opposite end of the couch. I was glad I got paired with them after we all became Spartans. I would do anything to ensure either one of them survived. Almost got a court martial for it too. I looked to the princesses with tired eyes. I wouldn't call unconsciousness after being stabbed by hardened plasma 'rest'. Thankfully, the anesthetics in the Biofoam kicked in and I could breath easy now. Of course I still needed serious medical attention, but I think my team needs me right now. I could tell the Biofoam was losing effect however, because no one seemed disconcerted when a rainbow poodle strolled into the room with a monocle and started eating steak and began talking about Wimbledon in a thick British accent. He had his money in all the wrong candidates!
"I dnt fele t'gd" I said as I passed out from blood loss.
PONYVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL, 16:00 HOURS
Jester P.O.V.
After the boss passed out, we took him to PGH to get him taken care of. Val and I had donned our armor and stood overwatch on his bedroom. Anyone wishing to see him had to have signed a formal waver that he/she knew that person would die a slow painful death if Sam even grunted in pain while the visitor was in the room. Even if said visitor was on the other side of the room, strapped to a chair, which was nailed to the wall and the floor, with their hooves tied behind their backs, gagged, and was knocked unconscious. We actually had that happen. That was interesting day. He didn't get many visitors after that. Anyway, the doctors just finished healing the last of Sam's internal organs, so he had his under suit on and was meeting the rest of the Mane 6. I heard a yelp, so I looked to Valentine and she looked at me and nodded. We kicked the door in to find the Mane 6 knocked out, and a bug looking pony that had the boss on his back, and was about to teleport, but froze when he saw two half ton humans in Mark VII armor with boomsticks'o death in hand and aimed straight at him. Valentine had told me once that if she let anything happen to Sam, then she would avenge him or retrieve him. That, or die trying. She was devoted to him, and him to her, so I wasn't suprised when she prepared a entire block of C12 to hurl at the insectoid.
"Wait!" I yelled before Valentine could hurl the plastic explosive. "He's still alive!" She paused, and that gave the insect a chance to teleport. As it faded away, he dropped a note. I picked it up and read it out loud.
If you want to see this creature again in good health, I suggest you give me his armor. You have 36 hours starting as soon as my drone drops this note. So you might want to hurry! Meet me near a zebra named Zecora's house. If you don't, he will be sucked dry of his emotions and sent as a message to all of Equestria. He might as well have been killed. I shall see you soon.
Yours devilishly,
Queen of the Changlings, Chrysalis
Oh, this bitch did not just threaten two spartans. I could fucking see Valentine on the brink of going apeshit. She's in armor and I can see her anger. She very slowly picked up her shotgun and rocket launcher and dual-wield them. She looked to me and said a very simple sentence.
"This bitch is going to die." I nodded and walked out. As we were leaving, Twilight and co. woke up. I gave Twi the note and said we were going to smack up some bitches, then we left. We decided to 'give' Chrysalis the armor, then steal Sam back, then we are going to kill any security detail she has and then we are going to make Chrysalis suffer a horribly painful death. Most likely at the hands of Valentine. I knew better than to get in the way of a family shitstorm. We set up half the C12 in a semi circle and made sure that the only way Chrysalis would be able to come is that way. I set up shop in a tree and made sure that I was able to kill anything that survived the explosions. Chrysalis came at literally the last minute. I was eating an MRE at the time, so I dogged it and trained my sights on the ugly ass queen.
"The armor?" She asked. She had minor harmonics in her voice, giving the impression that she had two or three voices. Valentine put the armor on the ground in a neat pile.
"Where is my little brother?" Val said, barely containing her rage. A human woman came out of the- wait, HUMAN WOMAN?! As I saw her face, I mentally cursed. It was Lila. Sam's wife back on Earth. He was next to her holding his pistol in a defensive position in front of Lila. His eyes were completely green; it was the sign that he was under the changeling's spell. Chrysalis nodded to her drone and the spell was lifted. He looked around then he ran towards us. He knew he was in a combat scenario.
"Hit the deck!" Valentine yelled. I hit the detonator and blew her protection detail to literal smithereens. Sam, bless his battle hardened heart, shot Chrysalis in the knees so she couldn't escape. Valentine walked towards Chrysalis, rage evident in her, well everything. Green blood was dripping out of the bullet wounds inflicted on Chrysalis. As the queen looked up, I could make out the distinctive impression of fear written all over her face. Valentine took out her combat knife very slowly raked it across her forearm armor, making the bug cringe. Valentine kneeled in front of Chrysalis and started her torture.
"Have you ever lost someone or something of extreme value?" Val asked menacingly. She raked the serrated blade across the horn of the terrified queen. Chrysalis stupidly shook her head. I got the distinct feeling that Val smiled at this. Without another word, she very slowly and precisely cut the horn off. Chrysalis screamed.
"Hurt don't it?" Sam asked from behind Valentine.
"One does not simply kidnap a Spartan without reprocusions. You are going to pay." Sam continued. I will be completely honest, I had never seen them like this, and it scared me. But at the same time it was attractive. I liked a girl who could put up a fight. They moved to her wings next. I closed my eyes but couldn't mistake the sound of the wings being ripped off. Another, higher scream. I heard a single gunshot and I knew Sam had finished it. After a minute we heard clapping. A draquonius came out of the forest.
"How does it feel to commit genocide?"
AN: I don't know if I spelled Discord's species right, so forgive me.
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