Author's Note

Been a damn long while but here she is, and I just realized I may need to put a dark tag on this story....

*Re reads chapter*

OH yeah this is going to need a dark tag.

Just a heads up to you squeamish people, may want to look out for the bold text.

Consider this your warning, it's getting darker and more morally questionable by the chapter, mood whiplash anyone?

1: Egger is a derogatory term used for immortal pilots due to their 'pods' which they use to increase their control over their ships' functions, an equivalent would be someone calling me a nigger, or an American a yankee.

Normal day?

*Quick one today, ever seen an immortal or pilot after they've been augmented and they look different? Well that's because they have the option to rewrite their dna and look however they want, silted eyes, tattoo, even looking like a child if they wanted to, it's fun you should try it sometime!

I don't know how mortals do this, just sitting around talking about nothingness.

My eyes trailed to the two half dressed mares speaking about their daily plans, clothes, and favourite sweets, as I toyed with the buttons on my, not armoured, suit. Apparently it was sent by my new boss to make me seem less 'demonic' and more 'professional' or something. I would like to say I feel nude without my armour and weapons as well, not in the good way either.

I stiffened as I felt a soft body press against me relaxing as I realised it was one green unicorn slipping a pre tied.....tie over my head fixing it a moment later, giggling.

"You clean up nice, Mr.Victor." She sang behind a hoof, grin so wide it forced her eyes slightly closed.

"Please dear, Mr.Victor is his father." The other pony poked laughing, walking up beside her, then yelping as I swatted both mare's bottoms.

"I believe you know of these -they're called hands- great for gesturing, picking things up, and spanking naughty children." I smirked as they both pouted.

"Victor is mean..." They drawled in ~~horrifying~~ similarity, causing me to roll my eyes at the pouting mares.

Patting the multicoloured duo on the heads, minding one horn, I turned and strolled towards the door in my black suit/purple dress shirt waving over my shoulder.

*At the bar it most definitely DIDN'T take me an hour and a half to refind*

"Victor you're a half hour early!" My wine coloured boss smiled.

"Well it's my first day on the job." I replied, not to mention I left two hours earlier than I should have.

"Anyway being a bouncer is easy, kinda like being a bodyguard, just stand around looking like someone that would kick your flank and step in when needed."......her definition of bodyguard and mine are different.

"Will do Miss.Punch." I saluted, old habit, lowering my arm as she nodded and walked into the back.

I glanced at the bartender, who immediately looked away, before I shrugged and started more or less exploring/familiarizing myself with the workplace while wondering if anything interesting would happen today.

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As it turns out today was increadably boring, I fought the urge to look at my wrist for the neocom that wasn't there, instead looking around the moderately filled bar, my eyes landing on a single not-pony in the establishment, couldn't see him (her?) well in the dark but the silver coating of fur and blond hair didn't do much for blending in, I took my attention off of the oddity to snap my head in the direction of the approaching...er quivering bartender, I motioned my hand and he took it as his queue to speak.

"Um I thought you might want a d-drink." I glanced down at the glass he was carrying, holding out a hand I plucked the glass he'd brought with him.

"Thanks kid." I looked down at the now smiling stallion, looking like he'd accomplished some great feat as he almost bounced back to his post, making me chuckle as I took a sip of the.....wine it turns out.

A low humming came from my throat as I turned back spotting the silver coated creature being harassed by a pony. I finished my glass and set it down as I quickly made my way towards the scene. Being able to see more as I got closer placing my hand on the offending, now revealed as a mare's, shoulder causing her to glare up at me.

"Is there a problem here?" I asked taking a moment to glance at the other....vixen, the woman reminded me of pictures I'd seen of the old foxes of lore from the old origin planet, if it even existed.

Wink, wink.

"Well if it i-hic- another one o you freaks, maybe me and my friends will use ya too when we're done with this er' ore'." 3 things I'm now aware of 1: first and hopefully last time I'd heard a woman say that, 2:racism, can't say much considering how members of my own race act towards anyone Amarr (Jill can vouch, if not give a flying damn) and 3: I'm certain this mare is hammered, or an asshole, or a hammered asshole.

My grip tightened on the female ponies' shoulder making her grunt in pain, her previously mentioned friends getting up from nearby seats. "It's time for you to leave I think miss." I drawled not taking my eyes off her.

"Indeed it is." Ah the bartender noticed as well, he's got more balls then I thought too, although considering what I thought of him before.....

The mare scoffed before getting up, my hand still in place, motioning for her friends to follow as I released her. I fought down the urge to chuckle as she tried to covertly shake the pain from her shoulder, giving a thumbs up to the bartender who I'm certain didn't completely understand the gesture but took it as a sign of appreciation none the less, smiling as he again returned to his bar.

I noticed the vixen standing holding her hand out which I took in a shake.

"Are you ok miss?" I asked before she pulled me into her person with surprising strength, leaning into my ear as she spoke.

"Miss?" She made a sound of amusement. "Well aren't you the politest Matari I ever met?" I could hear the grin in her voice as my own eyes narrowed as my hand snaked towards her windpipe.

"And what would your business with myself be?" I questioned softly as my hand caressed her thin neck deceptively pulling her close as her long tail wrapped around my waist before travelling up to tickle an ear.

"Now none of that, you may be an officer but I doubt the higher ups would react well to you killing someone from an alliances' race." She purred pressing herself against me and nuzzling my neck.

"Gallente."I realized causing her to grin playfully.

"Now would you mind letting go, unlike you ground pounders I can't die too many times without consequence." She quipped....oh great an egger(1)....

"Well I feel comfortable." I teased back smiling, I recognise her voice as a relatively new battleship pilot, not even fifty years under her belt yet, worked with her twenty years ago on a demolition mission.

"Hmm... well as much as we'd like to get to know each other better, killing each other wouldn't do anything in the end would it?" She questioned.

"Indeed." I responded backing off slightly, being able to see her clearly now a silver coating of fur, dirty blond hair, and piercing green eyes, complimented by a flowing dress so close to her own silver tone I almost thought her bare. My eyes trailed downwards as she pulled the right cup of her dress aside slightly to reveal her right breast where a tattoo of a fox with a laser round passing it's neck was pictured the words 'lucky bitch' printed below.

Hmm, shouldn't that be lucky vixen?

Now of course I was looking for the tattoo, what did you think I was doing, perverts the lot of ya I swear.

I waved down my boss who'd come over slightly too late to be of any help.

"Outside, now." Not a request.

-------OUTSIDE,NOW.-------

"Wondering why I haven't taken you back?" She asked chipper.

"I think I've got more of an idea than you do." I stated dryly, getting a raised brow. "Ignore it, you're here to observe yes, not take direct action so give your report and continue your mission." Jillian previously dubbed this my 'commander mode' use it when addressing militia or in this case, a privateer.

"Myouu....you're no fun, I have authorization to interact with you, you know?" She gave me a look that could make a lesser man's hearts skip a beat.

"Don't mess with me egger." Unfortunately I've been dealing with Jillian for years. At the very least she doesn't have that 'holier then thou' attitude most eggers have, most likely due to being relatively young.

"Simply to find you and document the life on this world, oh and to watch for any trouble space side." She smiled, why I don't know.

"Got any drones in that megathron of yours?" A gallente battleship feared for it's overwealming power, it's range, not so much....

My eyes narrow and her ears twitch, not surprisingly she noticed our little eavesdropper as well. I sighed realising who it was drawing my hidden nova knife ignoring the way the heated hilt singed my hand. I turn and throw the plasma edged weapon up at the roof above us, sighing as ShadowSpear squeaked and dropped into the hand that caught the back of the falling mare's violet armour.

"Friend of yours?" The vixen quipped.

"How can you tell?" I asked in monotone.

"That blade of yours didn't go into her skull....."

"Fair enough." I nodded at her observations, looking down at the embarrassed looking night guard.

"Um.....hi sir." She stuttered looking up at me nervous, though she doesn't seem scared. I glance up to, predictably, see one less fox girl, damn Gallente have always been sneaky.

"Damn it Foxxy." Her name, or at least the one I know her as, most immortals go by a nickname rather than their real one.

"Luna?" I asked not looking down at the hovering girl, feeling rather than seeing her frantically nodding, not surprising really.

Girl looked at me with big curiosity filled eyes as I tilted my head down at her, she didn't even flinch as she stared into my eyes.

Ah my ,no our, eyes don't change. Our faces may make expressions of happiness, joy, fear, we may even be truly feeling those things on occasion but our eyes never change blank pits. Windows to nothing but emptiness, it's either that or rage most of the time, easy way to spot a rookie immortal is to look for the dead eyes. Veteran soldiers tend to learn how to fake emotional reactions.

Comes with the territory I suppose, but hey I'm rambling again.

I was broken from my thoughts by a squirming pegasus in my firm grip, while I wasn't as strong as I would be in my suit I was far stronger than the average human could hope to be so she wasn't going anywhere. I dropped her anyway ignoring the pout that crossed the night guardian's face as she rubbed her now sore rear end.

"Mother right?" I questioned, sighing at the confused look I got from the young woman "Darkshield I mean, your mother correct?"

"Oh ah....yeah." Damn near a whisper, how such a shy girl got into the military is beyond me, my eyes narrow as I leaned forward glancing at her large wings in the moonlight. I turn back towards the roof she'd dropped from looking downwards after a moment and retrieving my blade after a moment more slipping it back into it's place, no need to leave it lying around for some idiot to find.

I briefly wondered if Luna was smarter than her sister when it came to these things, certainly seems like it to me.

I've got to go back into the bar again, hopefully no one's sodomized the bartender while I've been gone or something...as amusing as that would be.

"Morning." I stated simply holding back a chuckle as Lyra almost jumped out of her clothing in shock, whipping me in the side of the head with a hot frying pan, the inside of it too......she's making something that requires oil apparently. I simply busted out in laughter at her shocked expression as said oil dripped down my face, trust me being burned by plasma hurts A LOT worse.

"Oh, oh, Faust Victor I'm so sorry!" She's having a meltdown I think, she's rubbing my face with a dishtowel.....why is another question when that's just annoying my skin.

I'd ask but I've got dishtowel in my face, I think that's Bon-Bon coming down the steps, Lyra pulls the cloth away just in time for me to reach up and crush the blunt wooden object her caramel coloured friend is about to ~~try~~ to smash my skull in with.

"What are you doing cooking at three in the morning anyway? " I asked absently as my assaulter walked away grumbling about the time.

"D..doesn't that hurt?" She looks concerned....why? I'm fine more or less.

"Not at all." Actually it's incredibly painful, it's just I find you can avoid needless stupidity from mortals if you just tell them what they want to hear, plus as I said I'm very much used to it.

She gave me an odd look, turning back to her now slightly bent frying pan, shivering as I traced a finger up her spine gently, useful things these. She however didn't even turn around focused on some kinda sliced fruit she was now frying I smiled and did it again, another shivering commenced, funny things mortals do anyone I spent time with would have turned around and took my head off for doing this.

I mean that literally.

"Lyraaaaa." I sang in her ear, if you can't tell by now I'm plenty bored, something that happens often when you reach over the hundred mark.

"Yes Victor?" She sighed like I was an misbehaving child, just trying to tell her something.....

"You don't have any pants on dear." I whispered to the minty girl smirking as I quickly held her arms behind her, said smirk widening as I held up her forgotten shorts in my other hand.

To be honest I didn't realize that they could visibly blush like that, noted for future use.

Also: I'd like to say I nailed this one.

Teach you to hit me with a pan, hey look Bon thinks it's funny too, I waved at the gasping mare that was doing that choking/laughing thing you do when you laugh too hard.

Although the ponies around the block may not appreciate the delayed scream that came from my room mate......

"You've got a nice ass, er... flank, you know? " The glowing green bolts of death rushing at my face tell me this may have been the wrong question to ask.

So it turns out I'm going to need to go to Rarity to get a new suit, my last one has holes in it. Turns out Lyra didn't like my amazingly timed and incredibly sexy trolling.

Magic man, so useful, maybe I can get some of their dna to work for humans too?

"Question?" The not so stealthy mares in the doorway, one with a still visibly red blush, walked in and sat on the bed "I see you're wearing pants." Magic pillow to the face, well the pillow was- ah you know what I mean.

"Yup." Bon glanced towards the door as both a blonde and violet maned pair slid into the doorway, what a surprise.

I'd have been surprised if I hadn't heard them anyway, I glanced out a window at the morning sun humming gently as my peaceful morning was tossed out of it.

"Morning partner....." Mis. Jack started unsuccessfully trying to clear the air.

"You've questions, ask them." I may be able to interact with mortals and have conversations with them, this awkward pause nonsense however was something I'd always disliked either you had something to say or you didn't.

"W-well." Atleast Twilight is talking now "Our conversation was kinda short the other day so I wanted to ask a few questions about your race?" It was a question, despite the wording.

I pause as what she was asking, humming again before answering. " Understand I won't tell you everything." Her smile, so bright, said she didn't care. I've never seen anyone go from nervous to 'squeeee' so fast in my lengthened life.

"What government does your race use, do you have a queen, is every human immortal, are you allied with someone, what is your clone made o-" I sent Applejack a thankful look as la jabber jaw was plugged.

"The Matari use a republic system towards other races so no, we've no queen, we are allied with the Gallente federation, the clones are made largely of biomass which is then genetically altered." No need to tell them where it comes from....

"Your kind can't use magic?" Lyra jumped slightly as I laughed at the question shaking my head 'no'.

"How good are you 'immortals' compared to normal soldiers?" Applejack questioned leaning against the wall now.

"An immortal is worth a six man squad of humans of the same class, certain situations excluded." I hummed, secretly amused by how similar the ponies' questions were to normal human civilians.

"Your armour is 'class armour' right?" Twilight cut in, kinda rudely may I add.

"Class armour is more expensive but gives bonuses to the user, price for effectiveness."

"How durable is the armour, it looks flimsy, and how do you fix it?" This is going to take a while.....

"Heavy armour is more the heavy and medium classes' thing, it's self repairing, Minmatar scouts tend to be shield tanked-"

A sound, slight, but noticeable enough, like a whisper in my ears.

"Victor?" Lyra asked worried as my eyes narrowed, I raise a hand, I'd heard my name twice.

"Victor?" A silent call, I recall the voices' owner.

I sigh, "As interesting as this is we'll have to cut the questions short, your princess is contacting me." Twilight pouted, then flailed as her orange coated friend dragged her away, my roommates close behind.

My eyes drifted close, my breath all but stopped as I waited.....

"Luna?" I asked the presence, getting an almost annoyed laughter in response.

"...Your mind is well shielded, immortal." She spoke, I'd shudder if I was still human.

"Be happy, you could have seen more than you wished." A warning, for her sake rather than mine.

"Indeed." A smile, I could feel it, as well as hear it. "It seems I've a task well suited to your abilities.

It's me that smiled this time.

Sabotage, espionage, assassination, and seduction were my thing.

Which shalt it be?

Assassination it is.

A small unseen smile played at my lips as a certain night princess spoke to the members of her 'guard' that would accomplish the task, out of uniform for obvious reasons.

Apparently a noble scientist had overstepped his legal bounds in his 'experiments to improve pony kinds' gender situation through science'.

I could have told you that from the get go.

Look at quafe....oh right, I'll get back to that.

Shadowspear is even here.......for some reason.......

Well, I hope she doesn't get killed, she's a good girl.

What was I doing, ah mission, simple: get in, kill guy in way that Luna/Sun butt can't be blamed, destroy research (after I take a few pictures......still a sneaky bastard.), avoid killing other family members if possible, burn house down.

Like I said simple.

"Soldier." Ah that'd be not sun butt calling me, I tried moon butt it's not the same OK jump off my rod.

"Yes princess?"

"We've tasked thee as the spearhead, may thine blade be swift." I bowed low, probably some kind of traditional line, the Matari have similar practices.

Most doing with torture and adventurers to become adults but.....

Meh.

I just wish she didn't stick me with the squad that were obviously the rookies.

Best to keep them alive, need to remember they don't come back...

---------------------Later that night-------

"This is Warlord 1, Warlord three through six are you in position?" I called out, this is odd immortals usually don't speak like this outside of combined militia-navy assaults.

"Y-yes sir we're in position." Three guesses who answered. (Spoilers: It's Shadowspear)

I glanced back at Warlord 2, getting a nod in response from her before we both dropped down into the fence of a large mansion belonging to our target.

Nice looking place I'll admit, to much bright white paint, but nice in it's own way. I dropped that thought, and my body, as what I presume to be a guard popped up on my scanners, which I unfortunately had to swap to audio detection as they're not wearing dropsuits which annoys me to no end.

I muttered a command for the outward speakers to completely shut down as I threw one of my knives into the nuances' neckline hopping up to stop the body from hitting the ground, chuckling in silence at the sound of warlord 2's uncomfortable sniffing as the flesh burned black.

As we move into the house I tap into the squad speakers, without turning on the outward speakers, "Calling Warlord 3 through five, enter building and terminate targets, six make sure no one escapes, three your taking two's place." I heard two nod and shift away as wing beats then a thump sounded behind me, an indicator of Shadowspear's arrival.

She needs to work on that, far too loud.

I tapped the wall twice getting the same in return, nodding I crouched down and moved into the lit home, only keeping my cloaking field off for the sake of Shadowspear following me. I clicked my tongue absently, striking out to crush a guard's throat as we rounded the corner making it impossible for them to breath, raising a brow when I head Spear snap his/her neck, I didn't really care enough to catch the gender, a form of pity perhaps.

Now that I'm thinking about it my suit has sound dampening in it just for the very reason of me not being bent over like an idiot. Resisting the urge to facepalm or sigh I stood up as we found what seems to be the master bedroom, before I could use my Nova knives to break/shear the lock or simply rip it off Shadowspear pushed past me with a lock pick.

Let's be honest I forgot she was there for that.

A 'click' and a open door later and we were......standing above a grown man/male/stallion chewing on the pillow he was cuddling. This time I did sigh as I used my H.U.D. to check for the match, this is the guy....really?

My job puts me in some odd situations sometimes, my only thought as I jerked my head towards the stallion. 'Kill him.' An unspoken order.

Spear drew one of her smaller blades with shaking hooves, I'm honestly surprised she didn't drop it, turning it downward towards her target.

You know I don't think we got his name, just a picture, too bad. I glanced at the quivering girl, I placed a hand on her grip to steady it and she stopped shaking, looking at me with large eyes.

I nodded, she took a deep sighing breath, and the blade came down hard.

A familiar squelching sound, the equally familiar final wind, and he was dead.

Apparently the blade was made with a rival crime family's seal, so there was no blame placed on Luna; smart.

I looked at her face, she looked at me an smiled, odd most go hysterical after their first time. I glanced to where I knew the lab entry to be, I pushed the wall in, the hidden door sliding sideways into the wall as it opened.

I blinked, once, twice, thrice. Now I'm slightly impressed with Mr.Dead dude.

I absently took note of Shadowspear gasping behind me as I took in the 'lab' in all it's glory, it's bloody, demented sticky glory.

The floorboards were painted crimson, the walls were decorated with tools of torture dripping with still drying blood, and three tables with two ponies each were at the centre.

Haven't seen this in a while now, impressive, for an amateur. Jill does better work in her office I must say.

*Not for those with weak wills or stomachs*

I walked over to a pair of children, looks like both of there privates have been removed violently and crudely, they appear to be male siblings, I can't tell in the current state their in.

The next pair are obviously female , not as young- about adult age I'd guess, round Twilights' age- just as nude but still breathing being the only living test subjects, I'm not seeing any signs of scarring, bruising, or body fluids though, so rape is out. They look almost drugged though, on top of shock, giggling constantly as I turn away waving Spear to release them.

The third pair are similar in the last's gender, they are however middle school age and not living, their uterus(es?) have been removed then placed between them, as well as their lower jaws, leaning in I can see it's not so much the uterus but the entire section between the hips that's been taken out, including the bone.

My eyes lazily trail towards a section of the floor that looks as if something's been dragged there, leaving Spear I quickly found a new passage, inside was another room, body sized tubes line the walls with organs inside them, looks like the old chambers we used, if used for different means.

I don't know a few by sight, I can see wings and a heart in one, a pair of lungs and a brain in another.

*And done, just a taste of the dark side*

I skim the room until I come across something interesting, and if I knew what it was then I would have run through the wall (no not the door, the damned WALL) screaming and crying:

A small red ball of light, just floating there on the wall about the size of my fist, ladies and gentleman meet the source of many future headaches and happiness for me, and most likely many more of both for years to come.

I don't know what possessed me to touch this little harbinger of destruction and doom, but I did, and then it thrust itself into my hearts.

In more ways than one......

I grasped at my chest for a moment eyes darted to my shield, full, whatever it was it was gone. I got a call from warlord three, we've cleared the area, I'll worry about it later.

First we burn this place to ash.

"Mission successful." Warlord squadron saluted the night's ruler, which is an awesome title just saying.

I'll admit they did well, not a single death on our end, I suppose I put too little f-

It hit me like a round from a heavy plasma cannon, I slumped over sweating even in the environmentally sealed suit, I shuddered even as Shadowspear held onto my side frightened. My vision blurred away, I could feel my hearts slowing to a crawl.

Then it was gone.

The hell was that?

I looked up at Spear...to see her looking somewhere else?

I followed her gaze beside me, female, shorter than myself but similar looking armour minus the helm in hand.

I stood as, unknown to me, she spoke her first word and hugged me as I was too weak to stop her.

"Darling!" She squeals in joy, snuggling up to me.

Guys and Galls meet the being that I would come to know as my 'little Coco'.

The tiny, condensed, personification of the Amarr's unholy Armageddon.....