Captain Fenris Lore

Fenris groaned as he opened his sapphire eyes.

He was staring directly into churned up dirt. That's it. A bunch of dirt.

In pain, he managed to turn himself on his back, to see behind him. A trail of churned up ground and destroyed landscape layed behind him, and off in the far distance was Canterlot, with it's damned energy field.

He then examined himself. He was amazed to see himself still in relatively good shape, despite about three dozen nasty bruises. His armor was also still in good shape, which surprised him more. He always had the straps tight, but he was almost sure that something would have fallen off at the speed he'd been flying.

Then, grasping for it, he realized what HAD fallen off. He moaned. His gun, his possible lifeline in hostile territory, was gone. His beautiful Magic Missile rifle. Even better, his rations had also fallen. Looks like he'd have to scavenge.

Fire searing through his veins, Fenris stood up. His training told him to seek higher ground. He looked at the hill he plowed into. That couldn't have been easier. He slowly limped up the hill.

While he did so, his brain set to work. Judging by his bladder, he had only been out for a few hours. It was getting dark. He had to find other changelings like...

Felon! Suddenly, he walked with a renewed pace. Felon was very young, only around 16. The only reason he was a lieutenant was because his family was a bunch of nobles. Fenris, mostly against his will, had promised those nobles that he would protect Felon as much as possible.

He reached the top of the hill. He looked around, curious. Off in the distance was a small town. Ponyville, by the surrounding terrain. However, of more immediate importance was the second crash site and a half-dozen lights, a military patrol by the organized fashion, heading toward the crash site.

Immediately, ignoring his pain, Fenris ran as fast as he could toward the crash site. If it was Felon, and he was dead, well... He should probably kill himself. It would be better than whatever Felon's family would do.

He reached the site before the patrol, and examined the occupant. It was Felon, and, by the look of it, he was still alive. Unconscious, but alive.

"Hey! Hold it, and turn around slowly!" came a gruff voice.

Fenris nearly wet himself. Complying, he slowly turned around, to find himself at spear point of a royal guard, backed up by eight, maybe nine soldiers in simple camo and wielding pistols.

The guard nodded. "Good, changeling. That your friend?" he asked, gesturing with his spear at Felon.

Fenris nodded, then said "Well, you may not want to mess with him."

The guards eyebrows shot up. "You speak Equestrian? Anyway, why not?"

Fenris tilted his head. "I'm under death threat to not allow any harm to come to him. So please. Don't touch him. I don't want this to be bloody."

The guard looked at Fenris incredulously, then laughed. "Yeah right." Then, to his eternal regret, he poked Felon with the spear.

Fenris moved fast. He used a large hole in his hoof to grapple the spear, and twisted it, flipping the guard pony clean into the air. Fenris grabbed him, and, using a combination of momentum and military strength, threw the guard, with his ninety pound golden armor, strait into the other ponys, knocking them over like bowling pins.

Two Equestrians, the only two still standing, and conscious for that matter, opened up. Fenris anticipated this, and he leapt into the air, and zoomed in to kick the first pony in the face. The second he dispatched with a flurry of kicks and punches. Then, without a moment to spare, he grabbed Felon, and rushed off.

About a half hour later, Fenris stopped in a glade of trees apon a hill a little closer to the little town. Only then, when he lay Felon down apon the ground, did he allow himself the pleasure of fainting.

...

Felon slowly woke in a sleeping bag, yawning. He opened his eyes. He was lying a glade of trees, next to a small campfire, where the Captain cooked what looked like a soup. By the look of the sun, it was mid morning.

Examining himself, he blushed when he found a large damp spot around his groin. Of course, he wasn't as worried about wetting the sleeping bag than he was about the numerous wounds all around his body. Bruises, scratched, and what felt like a chipped tooth in the back of his mouth. He was wondering why he wasn't in extreme pain constantly. At least, until he sat up. Then, his body lit up like a roman candle on steroids.

Fenris, taking notice to him, rushed over as Felon yelped. "Woa Felon, watch it. You've been out for a while. Four days actually. You'll be fine. Just lay down."

Felon did as his superior told him, and snuggled into the warm covers of the sleeping bag. He ignored the time he'd been out. He just realized that Queen Chrysalis, after installing such a military doctrine for nearly three decades leading up to this invasion, all these years of the entire country preparing for that victory, when the feeding on love would make changeling magic superior to everything, lost. Thirty years of preparation to bring the Changeling Empire back to greatness, and for what? Absolute humiliation and M.I.A.s all over damned Equestria, where'd they'd be hunted down and executed as war criminals? Those changeling families back home expect their sons to come back heros, part of bringing the nation back to glory. Instead, they'd be lucky if they got a fucking body bag.

Fenris stood over Felon for a minute, then he went back to his soup. Unbeknownst to him, Felon silently shed a single tear while curled up in that bag.

After about an hour, with Fenris just finishing his soup, Fenris stood up and sat down next to Felon. "Hey, Felon," he said quietly. "I know this may seem childish, but do you want to here a story? To cheer you up?"

Felon at first looked at him like he was crazy. Then, he shrugged, his golden green eyes half shut. "Sure. What harm could it do me?"

Fenris nodded. "Well, I, unlike you, didn't go to some fancy academy. I went to a boot camp called Camp Hive. This story is that about me, a week after joining, on the day we were to begin training with our first obstacle course..."