Death Angels, Titanians, and Equestria

Tiran got off the train, his mind exploring the horrors of what he might have to do if things went south.

He turned and walked up the long road to the city. He smiled as he saw the pearl white buildings rise out of the horizon.

A flash of pain made Tiran raise his hand to his head. During the night on the train, the nightmares had returned, with greater intensity. He believed the Parasite was trying to get him to release it. He would do no such thing.

Tiran banished these thoughts from his mind, and continued walking.

When he arrived at the gate, the Guard pony in charge stopped him and asked for his papers. He showed his seal of authority to the gatekeeper and was allowed entry.

Tiran dismissed this as a security measurement since the object fell from the sky. He was stopped again by another Guard asking for his papers and wanting to know who he was and why he wanted in the Palace.

"I am Tiran, and as to why I'm here, I received a notice that an...object fell from the sky and the Princess wants me to head the Security Detail. Here are my papers and seal of Authority."

The Guard examined these and found them to be real.

"Go on in, sorry for the inconvenience."

"You're just doing your job."

Tiran walked through the doors and into the main throne room. The cloud white tiles clicking beneath his boots.

Princess Celestia smiled at his arrival. Tiran's closed helmet was the only response.

Tirans heels clacked together as his gauntleted hand smacked against his breastplate.

"Your Highness, Commander Tiran reporting for duty."

"Well met, Tiran, but we are friends, there is no need for such formalities."

"As you wish.....Celly."

Celestia frowned at her sisters pet name for her. She stood and beckoned for him to follow her.

The pain flashed again and Tirans jaw clenched. He noticed a faint and barely audible whispering in the air.

He dismissed this as a side effect from not enough sleep. Tiran followed the princess through a large set of wood doors, they groaned as they moved open. He was surprised to see Luna up during the day, as the night was her thing.

They each took their positions around an extremely large round table, two other ponies, both dressed in green armor and short cropped manes, stood at the other side.

"Hello, Luna."

The Alicorn merely stared at the floor. Tiran noticed his vision start to flicker in and out of color, going from normal to a sickening yellow, but he dismissed it as another side effect along with the whispering which had now intensified.

Princess Celestia began the introduction.

"At about 2:00 last night, a falling object crashed into the top of Canterlot Mountain, we believe this object to be alien in nature."

She pointed to a small red circle on a map.

"This area in particular was bombarded by several metal fragments, no casualties were reported. We belie-"

Tiran wasn't listening, and though his cold demeanor played him off as if nothing was wrong, he was in fact, flipping the hell out.

His vision flickered at an almost blinding pace. His eyes darted to shadows of deformed beings and massacred people.

The whispering had grown into a small voice but was now screaming at him.

"DO IT."

Tiran shook his head.

"KILL THEM."

Sweat formed on his face.

"THEY ARE WEAK."

His legs tensed.

"YOU ARE STRONG."

His hands began to shake.

"DO IT. KILL THEM."

His shoulders started to spasm and jerk.

"SKIN THEM AND WEAR YOUR TROPHY!"

Tirans eye became bloodshot.

"DO IT!!!"

"NO!

He picked up the chair and flung it at one of the shadows. It shattered as it hit the column.

Celestia had stopped her briefing, scared at what had transpired.

"Tiran!? Are you alright?"

"No sister, He is not."

Celestia looked away from Tiran, who stood motionless. A look of worry and confusion spread across her face.

"How do you know this?"

"Sister, as Guardian of the Night, it is my job to enter and secure everyponies dreams. Last night, I entered his."

Celestia's expression had not changed.

"And?"

Luna sighed, her face becoming green at the memory.

"He dreams of war, of slaughter, of murder. In his dreams, I saw out his eyes, Sister, the things he has done."

Celestia's face grew angry.

"What did you see."

"Tiran stands amidst a battlefield, littered with corpses. The very soil is soaked with blood. The world burns, thousands die every second. In his hand is a creature, its skin green as the grass, it's eyes white with fear, and....and... It's offspring are watching."

"What does he do?"

"He crushes the creature, it's intestines exploding out if its head, its eyes popping from the pressure."

Celestia's face grew sick at the thought of this. She whirled around to face Tiran, who had regained control and was cradling his head in his hands.

"YOU....MONSTER!"

Her horn flared as a laser beam lashed out. He barely caught it in a shield, when Celestia tackled him too the ground.

The two combatants rolled, Tiran brought his forearms over his face as Celestia tried to slam her hoof into his helmet.

He brought his boot up and connected it with her ribcage, sending it soaring off of him. She immediately recoverd, her eyes filled with fury. Tiran stood and confronted her.

"That wasn't me."