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Author's Note: I'm putting in a rough gestimate of about three to ten more chapters until the pause, so I'm warning ya'll ahead of time. Also, several of you already know that there's going to be a war with as many soldiers being brought. Two, one being the means for the pause, the other will be after the alternate story finishes (And when this story continues updating).

"Hold up." I said when I guessed that we were about a hundred yards away from the edge of the forest.

"What is it?" Gallan asked as I sat down, looking at the four of them. SS was still unconscious, so someone would have to talk to him later.

"We're going into a town soon, and I'm first asking that you hand over all explosives so I can properly store them." I said, zipping open my backpack and putting it in front of me. Gallan put two potato mashers and a pineapple grenade in, Schmidt unhooked his potato mashers, and o'Drake put the Sergeant's frag grenade in for him.

"Why didn't you ask for our other munitions?" Gallan asked, leaning up against the side and glancing at his BAR.

"Two reasons. One, I trust you to not go on a rampage and slaughter civilians. Two, humans kinda need an edge against the inhabitants anyway. They have magic, flight, and strength, while we have instant death." I explained, causing all of them to look at me.

"Did you just say magic?" o'Drake asked, sounding skeptical.

"We're in a different universe, brought here by select beings. Well, except for Sergio here. He was brought in by an unknown force." I said with a shrug.

"Way to make me feel special..." Sergio muttered.

"Anyway, the civilians aren't human. I'm letting you know that now, so that you won't freak out as much when you see them." I said, before tapping Duran's shoulder, causing him to continue driving.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" I heard Connor mutter, lightly tapping his head against the inside of the Humvee.

"If anyone should get bad feelings, it should be me, Schmidt, Gallan, and the guys up front." I told him, shrugging. "The lot of us, save for Blake, went through hellholes and ended up here."

"Which one's Blake?" Gallan asked.

"I am." Blake said, looking back at us. I swear to whatever god these people worship, that the British have developed the NCR Combat Ranger Armor, because the glass where his eyes were fucking glows.

"That's fucking creepy." Schmidt muttered.

"Meet your new British comrade, Schmidt." I said with a chuckle. He just shrugged in response, fiddling with the bolt to his rifle.

"There's Fluttershy an' the others." Doc muttered to me, causing me to turn around and look through the windshield. Standing on the path a few yards from Ponyville were Duffy, Duran, the Elements of Harmony, Ditzy Doo, and Dinky Doo. Turning back to look at the others, who also looked with me, I noticed that o'Drake was shaking a little.

"What's wrong?" I asked, before I instantly understood. "Connor, listen to me." I said, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to look at me. "They're not going to hurt you. You don't even need to interact with them, alright? Just stay behind us and you'll be fine."

"A-Alright..." He finally said, shaking but nodded anyway.

"Doc, would you mind if you let Connor live with you? Guy's scared shitless of equines." I muttered to Isaac, who thought for a moment.

"I'll have to ask Fluttershy first, but I personally have no problems with it." He whispered back. I nodded and suddenly had a thought strike me.

'What's the marriage terms in Equestria? Fuck, I've been with AJ for just about a year now. I popped the question to Amber after six months of dating, after all.' I thought, hiding a small frown as I helped Schmidt carry the Staff Sergeant out of the trunk once we stopped.

"Anybody want to put up with an unconscious human?" I called out, looking over the mares that were chatting with each other.

"I think Vinyl Scratch and Octavia have a few rooms open." Dash called back, shrugging.

"Good enough. Sergio, Duffy. Bring him down there, Sergio gets to stay with him when he wakes up. Explain the situation to him and try to get him to open up on how he died." I ordered, nodding to the two humans. They complied, and Dash led them off towards the musicians' pad.

"Alright. Since we got that out of the way, Doc has a question for you, Fluttershy." I said, clapping my hands. Doc walked over to her after muttering something to o'Drake.

"So, who can I hold a surprise party for?" Pinkie was bouncing in front of me quite suddenly, giving me a creepy ass grin.

"The one in the gasmask is off limits for all large parties, I'm afraid. He has his reasons, and we don't want him to have a heart attack. Normal parties for the rest of them." I said, jabbing a thumb back at Connor, who was slowly backing away from Pinks.

"What's wrong with him? Does he have a condition? Ohh! Is he sick?!" Pinkie seemed to spew out at a rate of which I was barely able to grasp.

"He's bloody afraid of ponies, lass. Don't tell anyone." I whispered, stopping her from spewing out more nonsense.

"Ohhhh..." She nodded sagely, before zipping off somewhere.

"...What do I do, Mark?" Schmidt asked, while Gallan seemed to be the life of whatever conversation that he was having with Blake and the others.

"You'll be staying with me on the farm, since nobody else in town speaks German." I answered, patting his shoulder a little and retrieving my backpack. From the somewhat fearful looks on the humans that weren't in the forest, they knew exactly what was in it.

"Come on, now! I only have WWII grenades in here, plus a modern frag grenade!" I exclaimed, not relieving them of any fears. "Bah, you people don't know your explosives as much as me anyway..."

"Shall we go back to the farm, Sugarcube?" Applejack asked, trotting over to me and Schmidt.

"Sure, but we're having a guest over until he learns English." I said with a nod to Schmidt. Applejack hmm'd and circled around him, probably gauging how well he could pull his own weight.

"We're leaving. Come along, Connor." Doc said, wrapping an arm around the New Zealander's shoulders and putting him in the Humvee, hopping in with Fluttershy. I could see Connor get as far away as he could from the pegasus as they drove off.

"Why's the horse bending me like this?" Schmidt asked, causing me to look and suppress a laugh. Applejack was bending Schmidt over in a small test to see how developed his spine was, and he was taking it the wrong way.

Then again, when she did that to me I thought she was going to make Big Mac mount me or something.

"She's just testing the strength of your spine. And they prefer to be called ponies." I said. At that moment, Dawn appeared, getting an alarmed shout from Schmidt, followed by a thump as the Nazi hit the ground. Since the others had already left, it was just me, Schmidt, and Applejack blinking away the light.

'"I don't care what religion the fucker follows, he's still a fucking Nazi."' I remembered Gallan saying with a frown. But I couldn't help but to agree with him, even a little bit. I'm pretty sure that it was the American in me.

"Sorry about that." Dawn said, brushing imaginary dust off of his uniform. "Messed up a spell, but while I'm here..." He then looked down at Schmidt. "What do you want me to do with him?" He asked me.

"He's Jewish, so I'll be keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn't try to kill anyone." I said, crossing my arms.

"Jewish, huh? That complicates things..." He said, rubbing a hoof. Thankfully, Schmidt didn't understand squat about what was going on, probably just picking up one or two words. "Think you can convert him to being Christian or Athiest?"

"Buddy, I need to teach him English before anything else." I said, shaking my head. "And I don't dabble in religious shit, it's not my place." I added after a moment. "You're Death, dammit. Do it yourself."

"I suppose that I've asked enough of you as it is..." He finally sighed, before nodding. "Very well, I'll see you in a week to see how it's going with his teaching." With that, he flashed out of existance.

"Well, allonsy!" I said after a moment, getting Schmidt up to his feet and started lightly jogging down the road towards the farm.

"Oh, here's a present!" Dawn's voice shouted from somewhere, and I suddenly got beaned in the face by a brown ball.

"Mark!" Schmidt yelled.

"Sugarcube!" AJ yelled at the same time, while I clutched my face.

'Every. Fucking. TIME!' I couldn't help but think, knowing that my nose broke once afuckinggain. Ignoring the pain that I was becoming used to, I saw what hit my face at the speed of a bullet. It was an American football.

"Well... We got a sport we can play..." I groaned, sporting a mild grin while tossing it to Schmidt.

Author's Note: Next chapter is where the side story roughly begins. Not actually starting, but timeline wise.