Marines have changed since forgoing man kinds home world to spread across the stars. Inmates are now the prime stock of the lot; psychos, murders, rapists, thieves, and every dissident that has ever plagued the worlds all end up in the resoc tanks and turned into something of value to the rest of humanity.

As far as any civilian is concerned there is no better meat shield to throw in front of the Zerg or Protoss than the humans who truly deserve to die first. But for one particular bastard it took two dunks in the tank to get him working, and even then there was something plain wrong with the guy though no one worried too much, they died by the droves.

What does a timid little planet filled with ponies do when one of them lands on their door step?

MLP and Star Craft belong to their respective producers and this is nothing more than a sick twisted perversion spawned from my broke melon. Please enjoy :D

For the time being ladies and gentlemen this story is on hiatus. After seeing the entirety of this escapade taking an unforeseen turn towards dark content I'm reevaluating what direction I should proceed in. Comments and suggestions are always appreciated and I thank you immensely for following in my half retarded musings. By no means is this story finished or dead, just taking a breather from it.