MLP Splinter Cell: Night Falls Before Sunrise.... (NightFall)

by TheSpinterCell

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Princess Luna, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Crossover
Length: 3824

For years, Sam Fisher's life has been put on the line numerous occasions. Where He would have to travel both in the dark and in the light. However, When an explosion confirms him M.I.A, His abilities are to be put to the test. SplinterCell: Nigh

Two Years after the events of Splinter Cell: Blacklist

For years, Sam Fisher's life has been put on the line numerous occasions. Where He would have to travel both in the dark and in the light. However, When an explosion confirms him M.I.A, His abilities are to be put to the test.

He finds a land... which his daughter would call pure. Free from the sin of violence, sex, and drugs. Sam must not let his guard down, even for a second. Otherwise he might not return home at all, Not to help with a "Special" alien tracking his every move...

If Sam was to return home, He has three days before the CIA will go to his daughter, declaring him dead. He will have to push his himself over the edge and litreally break a limb,Thats going to be a tough one. Especially when he knows nothing about this place...

Fate may be cruel, but somewhat fair...There is a way to get out, but how will he get out? And whom is there to help him? What is this place anyways?

Wouldn't want this to be too easy.

SplinterCell: Nightfall

Published 2013-09-02 05:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-20 00:15:55 UTC

Dynamic Changes..

"You wouldn't shoot an old friend... would you?"
"Your right, I won't shoot an old friend,"
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Sam's ears were still ringing but sounded like they were stuffed with wool. He was taking shallow breaths. But when he took the first whiff of air, he smelled burnt skin and cotton. Sam's left leg was burning! It was hurting him, and it was hurting bad. Why wan't his armor protecting it? If there an open flame. Sam wouldn't be in this much agony. He reached down to his left leg, but Sam didn't feel the balistic leggings. He felt denim fabric. Was Sam wearing his civillaian clothes?

Sam dared to touch the wound. He felt the source of heat, but what awaited him wasn't burned, bubbly, numby skin. There was a cut, and Sam swore it goes from the top of the shins, to the bottom of the kneecaps. He has no idea how much time he'd wasted, because he longed to see a doctor. Stitch the wound up with a dose of morphine. That idea would be chased away unless he knows where he's at, or what time it was.

Sam stired and something poke at his wound, making his seethe and gasp. Was he laying in grass? Was he caught and now being interrigated? No, Sam didn't feel his arms bounded by wires, nor was the ground cold metal. It was still cold, but like in the On-the-ground-at-night, sort of deal. Something kept tugging at his brains. Why was he on grass when he was JUST at the docks? He hoped it was a dream, where his injuries were wrapped when the grass poking him was just a needle..

But Sam Fisher was always an realist.

Sam Fisher opened up a weary eye to a blue-blackish sky. He wasn't back at the docks. Sam was in a patch of grass wtih wierd blue flowers. His legs laying in a puddle of his own blood. He checked his military watch, 05:10 It was early morning? Sam wondered how the hell he got here. But that wasn't the time for thinking, His whole body ached, and his heart started pounding. Every breath took anormous amout of energy, he lifted his body up, arms first. He had to leave, and leave now.

He stood on his two legs, wincing as he put pressure on the left leg. He looked around. seeing small houses, made of wood and straw. He reached to his ear and started speaking. "Hello? Anyone there?" He waited patently for a respond, but he started to feel dizzy because of the blood lost. Not to mention that he was in unfammilar territory. Either they are friendly or hostiles. He can't risk it. Not in his state.

Sam Fisher started to move forward, each step he was hoping for Grims to assure him that evacuation was on the way. It never happened. He realized that if suppossibly this was a hostile place, he would be tracked by the crimson trail of blood he'd leave, that and he won't get far if he donates all of his blood into the ground. So he took a sleave of his itchy sweater and ripped it. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

Sam tied the long sleave to the base of his wounds and gave it a hard yank to make sure the blood stays put. It would leak... and it might lead to infection. He was pretty sure he has survival gear on him, he might not.

As he started to tavel to what looks like a forest, he notcied a cabin filled with animals. Maybe, JUST maybe he can gain the people's trust so he won't have to shoot anybody. Just for once he wants peace until he can get back to Fort Meades without the trouble of killing anyone and coming back home to Towson feeling ever so guilty.

Which was not likly

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What was about an hour later, He has almost ignored the cabin and went into the woods to organize what he has. He set down his pack and zipped it open to inspect. Sam had a silence pistol with tons of ammounition, a MP-5w with a few maginzines, a few portable EMPS, flashbangs, His NV goggles, his sonar goggles, four first aid kits, A three inched curved blade, grenades, sticky cameras, grade 14 Sleep Gas, balanced throwing knives, a military COMM blue-tooth (which he didn't need,), and light-wieght balistic gear, his phone(Which didn't have any service...) and rations which were in little tin cans.
(They were stale)

Sam frowned as he zipped it back up, and slipped it on. Samuel was pretty sure this was supposibly Déjà vu, This was the same equement he had on the docks.

The sky has now taken a shift, the lighting was now starting to turn orange. He felt the warm rays reach his neck. Sam smiled, but it was short lived. He felt something boil inside of him. His blood was beginning to freeze. Sam's marrow starting to twist. Sam's bones felt like they were breaking, splintering his body with bones. He felt his eyes drying up.
His teeth was begging to flatten down. as if his front canines were dying down. He felt his arms and legs fluff up. He smelled ozone. Sam fell over.

He didn;t pass out right away, but he did when a wired, small, 'Buttery' horse with pink hair started running towards him,

"OH MY! ARE YOU OKAY?! YIKES! CAN YOU HERE me?"

That was the last thing he heard when his eyes gave in.
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Fluttershy was staring at the brown-grey colt on the ground, "Can you here me?!" She yelled in a small voice, SHe gave up after the fiteenith try and grabbed him by the scruff of his sweater and colt's sweater and started dragging him into her house. He wasn't light at all! And the sweater was very scratchy in her mouth.

She stoped to open the door, adn she dragged him onto a her couch. She exaimed him. Then she found a gash that he tried to cover up with his sweater. "Poor thing..." She searched through his bag to find a first aid kit, She anxiously took the needle out and tried to stitch the wound up, It almost woke the colt. She was lucky to had found morphine she soothed him down with a small dose.
Fluttershy was finished with fair results, She had disinfected it with the can she found in the saddle pack. And gazed his wound up. "Oh my... I hope he's alright...." Fluttershy stated, She looked back at his bag. She wondered if he had anthing else that was vital to him. She went back to the bag and grabbed the zipper and opened the bag. She searched through it.

She found a couple of metal things, a suit that was as tall as Princess Luna, Green goggles, the first aid equepment she had used, The rest she couldn't make out. THere was a three-eye'd goggles that she has never seen before.
"Hey!" a deeper voice called out to her,
She felt a foreleg cross her neck and started to pull closer, and her wings expanded in surprise. Fluttershy couldn't breathe, and she was struggling hard; choking her worse than the colt is. FLuttershy started to scream but it was quickly silenced by a grey-brown hoof.

"Unless you want three bullets going through your brain, I'd suggest not making a sound untell I say you can speak." Fluttershy stopped squirming, and the colt's tension relaxed. If she thought Rainbow Dash was strong, This colt could snap her neck in just one twist! Who was he?

You're Going to talk, and talk fast. (UC)

"Now that I'm a millionaire, how about a raise?"
"25 cents and not a penny more,"
"Deal,"
(Hiatus is gone... so I guess I'd make it up next chapter...)
SPECAIL THANKS TO MYPERSONAL FRIEND:DrillMaxSaberToothTVFIM4

Sam pried his eyelids open. He could tell he was out of the fields, but into a more comfortable place.

He had a flushing feeling that someone was watching him, so hen he open his eyes. He found to big pools of blue, and another malicous yellow.

"What have I just woken up to?" Sam asked, to no one in genrale. {He shifted his brown eyes to his leg. He had a cast on his injured leg as well as a green sock on the other one. "Why am I wearing a green sock? I favorible don't like green Nike socks," He wispered, he noticed they weren't fitted on right since these were the socks he wore on that mission, so the heels stuck out a bit.

He noticed the yellow pegasaus who saved him from the feild as blushing mad but he didn't know why.

"Where am I? And stop gawking at me!" He said, feeling self-conscious. (Normally he isn't like that... hm...)

Sorry for the brief hiatus and shorter chapter. It will be redone and will be longer. This is so I can get on with something!

"To the magical world of Equstria!" The hybrid giggled, "However, we must introduce ourselfs? Isn't that right Flutters?" The hybrid picked up SO-CALLED-Flutters into his paw/claws and proceeded to pet her with his lion paw.

"Why am I here?"

"For purposes FLutters may not want to hear, Discord's the name. This is Fluttershy." He snapped and cotton puffed into Fluttershy's ear.

"I've send you here, and I want you to do me a favor," Discord said finally,

"No," Sam replied, bluntly. "Send me home."

"Oh cut the shit!" Discord spat, out of character of his usual personality. "I've been waiting four months for you to show up! Millions would die to be in your place!"

"Fine, send one of them. Send me home or I'll kill you," Sam said, calmly.

Discord gave a heft laugh. "With what? I've studied your kind for AGES and you think you'll kill me? I'm bullet proof!"

Sam snarled, He shifted his hooves carefully. "What are your demands?"

"I want you to permenatly disable Princess Celestia and Princess Luna... Also Princess Cadence... That's a nice plus."

"You want me to kill royalty?"

"Yep." Discord replied.

"Sorry, not going to do it. I don't negoitate with terrorists." Sam felt disgusted at Discord, why woul he want that was out of the quetion.

"That's what Terrorists mean..." Discord thought outloud, "BUT~ If you don't do it. I don't send you home!" Discord chuckeld,

Sam raised a hoof and threw it at Discord suddenling. But He didn't even flinch, Sam looked at him with eyes wider than dinnerplates.

"That's all you can throw? I felt Angel thow carrots at me harder!" Discord was bluffing, WHO AM I KIDDING?! THAT HURTS LIKE HELL!

"Regardless, I'll still not do anything."

"Sameul-"

"Sam." He corrected,

"Sam, You have three weeks before your M.I.A status turns into K.I.A. So I'd reconsicer." Discord gave a fake yawn.

"..."

Sam had not thought of this, he had to return to his daughter. To the the Third Echelon, to Earth.

"Fine, I'll do it. But no I'm not killing them!" Sam sighed, morally defeated.

"Good, Also, Daytime in Equestria lasts weeks on Earth. But not to worry. I'll stall some time there."

"How?" Sam was starting to get confused.

"The same way I brought you here, MAGIC!" Discor snapped his fingers and conjured up a glass of chocolate milk.

"Wait..." Discord stopped drinking suddenlingly, "You can't kill anyone during day. Thats just crazy."

"I'm not killing anyb-... Anybo-... I can't say it!"

"Anypony."

"I'm not killing anypony," Sam started to wipe his tounge with his hood, tht being a bad idea.

"You are, guards will stop you, but you can't kill anypony in that form. Its against the nature of Ponanity."

"What?"

"You will turn back into human form at night. So you can kill because Mankind kills ponies. It happened before when a Aiden Pearce I sent here for the same thing. But I made the mistake of leaving him human."

"Aiden Pearce? The Watch Dog character from that video game?"

"Amazing what Magic can do!" Discord smiled.

"Okay, your going to talk, and talk fast." The Slpinter Cell grimaced.

"About what?"

"Everything."

Author's Note

THANK YOU FOR 50 LIKES!!!! Lets aim for 70-100!!!

*THis is the last time I let a personal firend write while I'm sick... d=*

(If anyone wants to make Sam Fisher (Pony or Human) in socks. OMG! That would be halarious and I would totally put it in this bloody story!!!)

(Besure to chek out my other rad story, "Yogcast Stories" If you are into Yogscast.

Thank you OnimotSVK For editing the story.

Calm Before the storm. (EDITED)

"Can you stop making me feel so old?"
"But you are old Sam Fisher...."

Spy 2 crouched behind a truck, she judged on how far she should throw the tiny microphone to have it land on him, somewhere around the neck or by the mouth should do it. Sure, It'll hurt, but only like a mosquito just bit him and drew some blood. She threw the device on him, seeing it landed on his cheek, the henchman slapped his face to get rid of the pest. But it served to only stab the needle deeper and make it stuck there with a hooked piece of barbed metal.
"OW! Motherfucking bugs all up on me, Nigga!" The man yipped like a dog, and SHE MEANS YIPPED!
Spy 2 felt she was overstaying her welcome and began to fall back before she gets caught, she scaled one of the shipping boxes and jumped backwards to a ladder that was leading up to a radio, laced with EMP triggers. Now it was time to detonate them... but first, she must wait for the 'go'.
Two hours later, and not a sign of the target.
"Where the fuck is that bitch-ass Nigga at? My legs are tired as a motherfucker," a voice called out in the chilled dark night. The moon has yet to enter it's waxing form. Leaving a 'black chalkboard' effect on the sky. The only light source came their truck's lights, and their flashlights. They seemed to be holding weapons... From the way they are holding their arms and the postion of their hands, anyone could make out Military 'Grade' assault weapons, 9mm pistols, and RPGs.
Another figure moved into the light. "He should be arriving soon," He stated. "No later than ten minutes."
"Really? And they get to be in a fuckin' car with heat while we stand out in the open waiting like dumb motherfuckers?" The man seems to be rural, like some of that farmer slang than the 'Street Slang'. Age seems like 26.... maybe more, ears can be delusional... but no matter. The spy has better things to worry about. Bigger fish to fry, Better targets to shoot in this case.

On the otherside of the building, a group was playing dominoes on the ground. Speaking in a foreign language... maybe Latin? Spanish? One of the Romanic Languages... He wasn't sure, but enough about language. He had to make sure NO-ONE saw him, or his squad. The Squad thing was a little difficult for him because 'SpyMaster' rarely speaks while on one of these manhunts. SpyMaster moved within the shadows, swift and silent. He rolled a container on the floor next to the beer cans with no lables,
"Hey! Nos messed utrem! Qui in inferno posuit concitant-down? Bitches vobis non melius effundetur pati!" A man with a cuba flag bandana picked it up and shook it, "Iuro, American cervisiam est wierd layout ... Forsitan suus novus Bud nemo nunciaverunt nobis de lumine?" He pulled the pin and instantly the compressed gas turned into smoke, filling the entire room with a thick, coughing substance that even a whiff made SpyMaster's head buzz with sleep, He instantly put on an O2 mask and left the room, going down the stairs, His head was still buzzing and it made SpyMaster sloppy coming down the stairs, almost falling off the railings.
SpyMaster left the warehouse and traveled over to the docks, his eyes and bones pleading him to rest, but to no avail. The SpyMaster didn't need rest, He was a Splinter Cell after all. So a whiff of grade 8 Knock-out gass would just make him a little sleepy, but what he just gave them was more than what he used during the Blacklist attacks... What he was using was like grade 14, and during his training. He was told to never breathe before and after smoking them like bees or you'll find yourself snoring like a bear... Or dead because of the thick clouds which you can't breathe trough...
For once in month's SpyMaster felt horrible, using smoke grenades and sleep gas were one thing, but actually clouding them with smoke they can't breathe, that was a war crime... It was Bio-Logical, and it was punished by dismissal to normal troops, but for a Splinter Cell? That's like training a dog for YEARS to distinguish from right to wrong, and they do wrong with no regrets. SpyMaster started to twist the vault on his O2 tank and began to travel back up the stairs to open up the windows. It will be degrading and humaliating for SpyMaster to be lectured about priotories, but he has sense of humanity after all.
He left the building and looked up to the sky to see a flash of light blinking twice, which signals that SpyMaster needs to get in position. He opened up his COMM link and pressed a finger to his ear, applying pressure on the Military BLU-Tooth.
"Three minutes and the target should arrive, common sense says that once they made the deal successfully, or not. The Target will leave after the exchange, either in a bodybag or in the same car he arrived in, filled with more holes to make Swiss Cheese jealous, or feeling quite alright with himself, either way, We must act now, and fast, 'SpyMaster'." The radio cackled with white noise, it was most likely feedback since these gangsters were smart enough to put EMPs all around the parking lot.
With haste, SpyMaster started sprinting towards a shipping crate and heaved himself up, He slid towards a briefcase with a stun gun, a stun stick, and tranqulizer rounds for his pistol, The target must be taken alive, which annoyed SpyMaster. He replaced his Sonar Goggles with Night Vision Goggles. He frowned, He always used his trusty Sonar, but for this. It will take more than signals to see becuase the Sonar will not work because of the EMPs... damn. If anytime it was going to be perfect, now is where his luck must apply. He needs it to happen.... He already fell for that wounded soldier two years ago, he doesn't need that to happen again.
SpyMaster's head stopped buzzing a long time ago, he guessed it shook off when he started taking off, He reached for his binoculars and planted them to his eyes. He heard the loud hum of the engine, until it stopped and turned into a soft purr. SpyMaster clicked on his microphone and spoke "Five seconds before you trigger our 'Lag Switch' I need to get closer,"
Spy 2 answered, "Whatever you say, Fisher."
"Fisher?" SpyMaster hissed, "Have you forgot never to say shit like that on the COMM? For all we know they could be taping us right now!"
"Five... Four...." Spy 2 started, ignoring him, "Three..."
SpyMaster leaped from the crate, landing on his legs, he rolled professionally to soften the force of the fall. He literally threw himself to the nearest box and rested, Feeling more tired than usual. Damn my old age... He realized the box he was hiding behind was moving, at a fast rate and nobody was paying any attention to it, they didn't see it even when it went right beside them, into their fields of vision.
"What the fuck?" He whispered, "I'm going to pretend I didn't see that..." He went to the next crate and slid his mask over his face as the lights went out.
He looked up and started firing his tranquilizer rounds, taking out the guards, and then using the stun gun to shock the target. He retracted the wires that came from the gun as he tied a black scarf over the target's eyes and cuffed him, he brought him to his feet and started rushing him to a jeep, "TARGET ACQUIRED! BRINGING HIM TO THE JEEP!!!" He yelled over the COMM.
He reached the jeep and stuffed the knocked out man in the back seat. He ran back to the docks to get the rest of his squad when he heard the beeping of a micro Napalm C4.
"SHIT!" SpyMaster screamed,
"SAM!"
"SPYMASTER!"
"FISHER!"
Time seemed to slow down before he felt his armor give way to the high explosive device, feeling his face heat up, he heard ringing in his ears before his insides shook, then his brain rattled in his skull.
BOOM
The sound already took place. Then and only then Sam Fisher's senses were useless. He blacked out.

Twilight was surrounded by stacks of books, mountains even! She had a smile that only a six year old filly would have at Six Tails when reading the "Big Bad Timberwolf" She was diving trough the pages, not caring about the papercuts she recieved. Se didn't care, she reached for one of the red books and started reading them, but they were in foreign language... She had read about the language, but never bothered to learn it because it was way too hard to read. But was easy to say because it was similar to her language.
BOOOOOOMMMM
That snapped Twilight from her blissful dream "What the hay was that?" She slipped on her bunny slippers and stepped outside, she didn't see anypony. Which was strange since the blast sounded very close, and she was sure it wasn't any thunder because the Weather Ponies don't make storms unless told otherwise. So what was that explosion?
The other ponies, were all complaining about waking up 4 A.M. in the morning, and came outside to find out what was all the commontion about, and sure enough. They were angry. Especially Rarity who was yelling into the sky about how that 'Dastardly Deed' disturbed her 'beauty sleep'.
She started walking towards the estimated center of the sound but saw nothing but blood... It was pony blood, but with no familiar scent... She will have to write to the princess about it tommorrow. For now. all she can do now is sleep and hope that she has the same dream with the books...

Author's Note

Criticiziem is welcomed!

(Hasbro's production) Tom Clancy's SplinterCell:NightFall over PonyVille

*Forgive my spelling, English isn't my first language...