List of Major Foreign Delegates Attending
Europe:
Minotaurs, kinda look like the Tauren but more colorful
Dragons, big, scaly, lots of sharp teeth
Griffins, cat/birds
Cynocephalys, Diamond Dogs, woof wolf
Ponies, I like big butts…
Hippogryphs, Buckbeak!
Asia:
Yeti, Harry and the Hendersons (fuck they're real!)
Nagas, world of warcraft shit with green scales, I kid you not
Garudas, humanoid birds, naked human bodies with feathered bird heads
Tibaxi, humanoid cats, furry fans rejoice
Wyverns
Equestria/North America:
Ponies
Cynocephalys
Griffins
Changelings, sexy bug ponies
Human delegation, that's us!
UNSC, what?
Central/South America:
Burros, Donkey!
Giant Spiders, fuzzy oversized tarantulas (friendly but still yucky)
Nagas, red scaled ones
Africa:
Wemics, look like Liontars, lion/centaur
Zebras, thank god, not the religious zealots
Opars, Gorillamen of the Congo (planet of the apes)
Durmars, Giant Spiders but like Mark's pet (even scarier)
"Huh, I wonder why some of the races appear more than once," Mark asked while looking over a pamphlet that not only had a list of the festivities for the next 7 days, but the delegates that would be attending. Several of the races listed had little notes attached that Max had added.
"Celestia explained it to me last night," Max said as the two men walked together towards the main palace. "It's kinda like how we humans used to be, one race but many governments and separate kingdoms."
"Oh, so the Griffon kingdom in Equestria isn't related to the one here in Europe?" Mark really needed to pay attention to countries outside of the continent.
"Genetically, yes, government wise, nope…" the Master Sergeant clarified while they ventured through the palace and out into the vast gardens beyond, where all the delegates were to do a meet and greet… or as Celestia explained, a shake hooves and kiss ass session.
"Holy Mary mother of…" together the two humans stepped out onto the Water Terrace, and froze. Before them was a myriad of creatures in a variety of colors, all talking and mingling about the two large ponds. Some had drinks in their hands, claws, hooves, or whatever, while others nibbled on the assortment of foods provided. The two humans spotted Major's armored body off in one corner, listening to two Tibaxians and a Naga tell stories.
"Tell me you're seeing this," Mark demanded in a soft tone.
"The who's who of Mythological creatures," Max whispered back, "Eeyup."
"There you are General," both men jumped slightly as Celestia led a contingent of 4 rather beefy minotaurs up to them. "High Chieftain Bron Stormhorn, I would like to introduce General Mark Durnkinscoff, leader of Equestria's human military."
"An honor I'm sure," Mark forced a smile as the 8 foot tall bullman reached out a meaty hand and shook his vigorously.
"No, the honor is mine revered ancestor," Stormhorn bowed his head. "To meet not only the leader of men, but a seasoned warrior… I am humbled." Mark decided not to correct the king in saying that he wasn't an infantryman.
"Well, not exactly the only leader now." Mark stated, nudging Max. "Max here, and Major who's over in the corner there, along with several men who didn't come, help me lead." Max barely suppressed his feeling of horror as Stormhorn turned his attention to him. Thankfully for the flyboy, Stormhorn merely nearly broke his hand as he shook hands.
"May I ask what it is that you used to do?" Bron asked as he led Mark towards Major, leaving Max with Celly and the other minotaurs. Mark shrugged after a moment as he contemplated.
"I'm a Marine, part of the United States Marine Corps. We used to be primarily used for spearheading the way onto a beach, or helping the boys in the Navy protect their boats. While I was back home, we were used as a more elite version of the Army." Elite but generally getting some of the shittier equipment. He added silently. "We had around two hundred thousand personnel at any given time."
While walking up to the group, I noticed that Major had found the time to somehow fucking paint 'ONI' across his chestplate, causing me to grimace.
"I take it you're representing your own here?" I asked, causing him to look up.
"That's correct. So I'm a diplomat for the week, not a soldier." He answered, causing Bron to grunt and shake hands with him. I could tell that Bron was impressed with the sheer size of Major, the minotaur not even having to look down to meet him eye to eye.
"Might I ask your name, representative?" One of the Tibaxians asked, while I was glad my helmet hid a smirk.
"Major will do. Or ONI, one of the two." He merely stated. "General Mark, High Chieftain." He departed, confusing Storm a bit. We didn't mention the bull at all.
"How..."
"Don't ask. You probably should do a head count later." He blanched a bit at that.
[Major]
Date [Redacted]
Operative [Redacted]
Operation [Redacted]
While I will accept Mark's request to report on my work while I am here, I will black out anything I deem need-to-know only. As such, I will print out, black out, and destroy any digital evidence, leaving only paper copies, of which only one set shall exist. Some might call this paranoid, after all you have to die to get here.
The problem is, I'm not dead and neither is Beck. So until my body is physically put in the ground to rest, I am still an ONI Operative. And it is my sworn duty to ensure the survival of the human race.
So I hide one or twenty things from Mark. No big deal, right?
Anyway, I depart from the main delegate hall and head on through the courtyard towards the secondary hall, where smaller species meet up, following a hint from one of the green Naga. They had told me about a race of warriors that were bipedal, the same height as I was, and had a 'split' jaw, who worked for them as bodyguards and mercenaries. I can only think of one species that matches that description, and as such I went to check it out.
And I was right.
"Human!" A Sangheili wearing the somewhat ragged, but still upkept remains, of a set of Minor armor called out. Several helmeted heads turned, mostly Majors but there was one Ultra that stalked forward.
"Sangheili." I firmly stated, crossing my arms over my chest as I depolarized my visor to meet the Ultra's stare. After a long, tense moment, he held out his hand and we clasped it.
"So you've survived after all, Major." He rumbled as I took him in. "How did you come here?"
"A Slipspace incident." I answered. "I'm going to assume the same of you all, Thypa." He nodded. "How many?"
"Not enough for an army, I will tell you that much." He answered, before looking around at the others and giving them a nod. The Elites dispersed back among the other races, leaving us alone. "We have been on this planet for nearly a decade now. Do you know where it is?"
"Earth." These guys were Separatists, so I didn't feel the need to hide it from them. His eyes widened in shock. "Roughly two billion years into the future."
"So… There's no going back to Sanghelios..." He looked off to the side, deep in thought. "Should I inform them?" I merely gave him a shrug at that.
"I might need the services of a couple squads in the future, Thypa. Would you be able to give them to me if I asked?"
"We are mercenaries now, but for you, I would give you all of us to fight." He answered after a moment. I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a nod.
"You can start a new clan here. Honor your ancestors and keep your race alive. Us humans are doing the same here as well." He sighed and nodded.
"And you?"
"I'm not looking for a mate, if that's what you're asking." I replied, looking over at the minors. "Equipment conditions?"
"Our armor is still mostly functional, but our weapons have been rendered inoperable years ago." He stated as we moved through the hall. I took a moment to remove my helmet, before accepting a drink from a pony servant who was obviously out of his depth with all the Sangheili around. "And you?"
"I can get you UNSC munitions in return for your future service." I answered. "Of course, it would take a while to have them transported over to you." He nodded and gave me coordinates for the place they called home. I had to suppress a snort, as they were living in Nagasaki. Apparently the same place the Asian Nagas were residing.
Of course, since I'm the one filling out this report, the events for this may or may not have occurred. If everything goes to plan, this entire report is false.