Far Cry: Retribution

by Doctor_Brony1234

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Tragedy, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, Crossover, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna
Length: 3509

Jason Brody freed his friends and left the Rook Islands. But when a storm throws him overboard and a wormhole sucks him into it, he is transported to Equestria. Can he find peace in this world? Or will his time on Rook affect it?

Jason Brody, phitographer and extreme sports enthusiast, has been sent to hell and back. He survived the merciless Pirates under the control of Vaas Montenegro, the Privateers under the control of Hoyt Volker, and the Rook Islands itself. When he freed his friends from the temple and left Rook, a powerful storm kicks in, and he is thrown overboard. But when fate calls upon him once more, a wormhole appears and takes him to Equestria. More specifically, Outside of the Everfree. Will he find his peace? Or will his PTSD-induced nightmares on Rook affect it all?

WARNING! Contains: Blood and Slight Gore, Strong Language, Drug Reference, Alcohol Consumption, and Anthro Ponies.

Published 2013-09-08 14:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-13 00:24:35 UTC

Prologue: Storm

Water. That's all of the eye can see; water. We were a good distance away from the Rook Islands now, still seeing the faint outlines of the mountains.

Oh, where are my manners? I am Jason Brody, part-time photographer and full-time mass murderer. My time on Rook may have given me PTSD, scars, mental scars, images of Keith being raped by some insane Australian dude named Buck, and nightmares for the rest if my life. I also learned how to kill, as stated before, and to make medicine, sense enhancers, how to make things from animal skins, and all-out combat tactics. I preferred assault rifles, suppressed SMGs, suppressed sniper rifles, and a Recurve Bow. I was pretty good with the other weapons, but these four are my most preferred.

"J, you alright? You don't look too good..." A voice inquired, snapping me out of my trance. A voice that was identified as my little brother, Riley Brody.

"Yeah, just a bit seasick is all." I replied, returning my gaze back to the big ocean. I turned my head around fifty degrees, and what I spotted was something that struck fear in me: a large storm, and we were heading towards its direction. "We got a storm ahead!" I shouted, snapping everyone out of their sheer boredness.

"Do we have something that will help us if we go overboard?" Asked Keith, fear present in his voice.

"We have some lifejackets that I scavenged." Riley said as he revealed a box full of the orange vests. Thunder rang in the distance, announcing its presence with a loud thundering boom that shook through my whole body.

"Quickly! Put them on!" Daisy yelled, while jogging to get one. A large wave hit the boat, rocking it to the side. Luckily it didn- OH SHIT! I felt myself careen over the edge of the boat, falling to the icy waters below.

"JASON!!" Liza screamed at the top of her lungs, looking over the edge. I frantically looked at the boat, looking for anything that I could grip onto and climb. My search was interrupted when another large wave hit, sending me to an underwater grave. I had exhaled when it hit, leaving me with minuscule breath. But I felt something... Weird. I felt like someone was pulling me. I turned my gaze around and spotted something that belongs in science fiction; a wormhole of sorts, sucking in the water and me. I tried to swim away, but it was too strong. After struggling with trying to resurface, I felt my lungs were gonna explode, killing me. I let myself succumb to the wormhole, letting it swallow me. But when I finally went through, I felt myself hit solid ground before losing consciousness.
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Canterlot Castle, 7:00 PM

In a another dimension, a midnight blue humanoid equine being stared out the window of her room, seeing the sun about to be set. She as Princess Luna, the one who raises the moon. She really doesn't raise the moon, she actually enchants the moon itself to make it shine a bright silver colour when it's in the sky. A knock on her door snapped her out of her thoughts as she made her way to answer. When she opened the door, she was met by her eldest sister, Princess Celestia, the one who raises the sun. Yet again, she didn't. She only made it shine brighter when she raises it, and dim a little bit when it lowers.

"Sister, I want to ask you something." The solar princess asked her younger sister.

"What does thou have to ask?" Luna inquired, her curiosity peaking as to what she had to say before doing the 'lowering' and 'raising' process.

"About four minutes ago I felt a disturbance. A magical expulsion to be precise. I have traced it to the outskirts of Ponyville. When we are done here, I want you to take a small squad of Lunar Guards to investigate." She answered, the news of a magical disturbance ringing in Luna's mind.

"It shall be done, Tia." She replied with a smirk, calling her sister a name that she didn't like.

"Don't call me that, and I won't call you LuLu." She retorted, a smirk appearing on her face as well. "Even during the whole day." The lunar princess's eyes shrank. She hated being called LuLu more than anything. The second being short stack. Luna nodded her head and went off to gather her small squad. 'At least she didn't call me short stack...'

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Twenty minutes later...

Luna sat in the small scout helicopter, the deafening sound of the rotors going about the speed of a monorail with nitrous. In her hand was a map with a marked spot, an 'X' appearing between a hill and the Everfree.

"Princess, we've arrived." One of her guards said, snapping her attention off the map. She gave a simple nod and stepped off, the rotors directly overhead. She and the squad walked east to the site of the disturbance. After a few minutes of walking, she saw an unusual sight; a creature, bipedal, like her, well built, furless, with the only hair on its head, almost pale white skin. It wore a light blue shirt, that look a bit torn in certain areas, khaki coloured cargo pants, and black hiking shoes. It's hair was done up, in almost a faux hawk style, and next to the unconscious being was a rucksack, a weapon holster, with four weapons on the harness, a large pouch, another, larger pouch, a machete in its scabbard, and an large arrow quiver. It's chest rose up and down, signalling it was still alive.

"Guards, take the creature onto the helicopter. We've just found a new species. Maybe." She instructed, with the guards comply lying and doing what was told. The lifted the creature and put him in the helicopter. As it was put in a safe position, along with its things, they climbed aboard and lifted off, the rotors starting up and giving its deafening roar. The helicopter rose off the ground and left, making its way towards Canterlot.

"Guard, may I borrow your radio?" Princess Luna asked the guard sitting next to her.

"Yes, your highness." He said as he gave it to her. She gave a grateful nod and turned it on.

"Any guard who is on dungeon duty, ready a cell. We've picked up a furless, bipedal creature that is armed. I just want to play it safe." She said, releasing her index finger of the talk button.

"Yes, Princess Luna." The guard on the receiving side responded. She gave the guard back his radio and sat back in her seat. 'Let's hope he isn't hostile...' She thought as the helicopter made its way back to Canterlot.

Author's Note

Aaaaannnnnd boom! A Far Cry 3 Crossover! I hope you like it! There's more to come!

Chapter 1: One Hell of a Trip

Canterlot, Dungeon, 9:00 AM

I felt myself regaining consciousness, drowsiness and the feeling of a really good and uneventful sleep. I cracked open an eye, expecting to see the bright blue sky, only to see concrete. Concrete... Wait... CONCRETE!!? I shot up like I was about to be raped and killed in my sleep by Buck. I searched around the small prison cell, seeing the usual things prisons have: a toilet, a sink, and a bed. I saw the barred doors, meaning I was captured, or God fucking hates me and this is some sick dream that involves Buck, nipple clamps, a battery, and a rubber glove.

"HEY! Why am I In a cell!?" I screamed to no one in particular.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to sleep!" I heard someone yell, directly outside my door. 'Wow the prison guards are fucking lazy.' I thought, getting up from the somewhat comfortable bed, popping my joints as well. I walked to the door, and then something really wierd happened... The guard, peeks in to take a look, and we stare at each other for a few minutes, examining each other. The guard was around five foot eleven, had a muzzle, (yeah, you heard that right), huge eyes, like as big as saucers, baby blue eyes, whit fur, (you heard that as well), and he wore gold ceremonial armour and a Kevlar vest. I rifle hung on his back, and a pistol was strapped to his thigh. He had a tail, and he had feet. Feet. These were just humans with fur, muzzles, huge fricking eyes, and tails. Yep. That's right. Anyway moving on.

"Uhhhh... Hi?" He said, his tone a mixture of curiosity, a tiny tinge of fear, and excitement.

"Hi." I replied. 'Okay, Jason. You are in a cell, talking to a humanish equine... Thing. Stay calm and collected.

'I he put me in here, I'm gonna chop his cock off, shove it in his throat, shove a grenade up his ass, and watch as he is blown to pieces.'

'Where the fuck did THAT thought come from?'

We stared at each other for another five minutes. He then pulled out a radio and spoke into it.

"Uhhhh... The creature is awake. Should I send him up to talk to tha princesses?" He spoke into the walkie-talkie, waiting for a response.

"Yep. Send 'im up." the voice on the radio had a southern drawl to it. But still I going to meet princesses... Wait, what!? 'STAY CALM AND COLLECTED!!' My brain shouted in my head, telling me not to freak out.

"Um, are you okay there, bud?" He asked, snapping me out of my insanity.

"I'm fine." I half-lied, waiting for response. He pulled out handcuffs, and saying 'just to be safe' to me as he put them on me. 'CALM. AND. FUCKING COLLECTED.'

As we left my cell, he brought me up a small flight of stairs. We walked by several guards and some other prisoners as we made our way to the interrogation room.

"Here we are." He announced as we approached a door that said 'Interrogation'. He opened the door, allowing me to sit at the table, directly across three horned, (and winged) equine humanoids. I sat down in tha steel chair, examining the three across from me. The first one I saw was a tall, alabaster winged unicorn, (since they are equine related, it seemed appropriate), she had pinkish eyes, a multicoloured mane, I guess, waving in non existent wind. She had a stern stare, boring into my soul. She radiated motherly fellings, and she had a crown atop her head. And she wore a fancy dark orange dress, that showed her cleavage. (I have to admit, she looks hot.)

The one next to her was another winged unicorn, a midnight blue one, she looked short, the nickname short stack came to mind, she had dark bluish purple eyes, a mane that looked like the night sky, (that's fucking cool,) a black crown was on her head, like the taller one, and she wore a blue sundress with a design of a crescent moon on it. She also had good cleavage.

The next one was a tad shorter that the midnight blue one, this time a lavender colour, a dark purple mane with a pink stripe going down the middle, a crown yet again, and she wore a purple blouse and light purple skirt, (reminds me of Saint's Row,) she didn't show her cleavage, which was a bit of a disappointment, but made up for it with nice breast.

'Really gotta get my mind outta the gutter...'

"Hello there, creature." The tall alabaster pegacorn (temporary) started, ready to make coversation.

"Hi." I say, a bit uncofortable.

"I am Princess Celestia, this is my sister, Princess Luna, and the last one is Princess Twilight. What is your name?" She asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and kindness.

"My name is Jason Brody. I'm a human, or homo sapien, in scientific terms." I responded.

"A human? Those are just myth here." The midnight blue one chimed in, voice sounding of disbelief.

"And talking, anthropomorphic equines that have wings and horns are kinda myths back home." I said, levelling it up. They look at me for a few minutes, before asking the million dollar question.

"How did you get here?" I put a hand to my chin in thought. 'Okay, I was on a boa heading home with my younger brother, and my friends, a storm was spotted by me, we went to go get lifejackets, I fell overboard, and a wormhole sucks me in, thus bringing me here.'

I was on a boat with my brother and friends, a storm was spotted, we went to get lifejackets, I fell overboard, a huge wave hits me, I'm pulled under, a wormhole appears, and here I am." I explained, looking at their reactions.

"You don't know how the wormhole appeared?" Asked Princess Twilight, wondering why the wormhole appeared.

"I don't know. It just... Appeared." I answered honestly, waiting for a reply.

"I see." The midnight blue pegacorn said, in deep thought.

"By the way, why was I in a prison cell?" I inquired, getting that thought out.

"I ordered it when I found you lying on the ground, surrounded by gear." Luna says, looking at me.

"My gear? It came too?" I asked, pressing forward. She nodded.

"The reason why we put you in the dungeon is because of safety. We didn't know you would be hostile or not." Answers Celestia, looking directly at me. I took a quick glance at her cleavage before moving on.

"I guess it's understandable..."

"I'm glad you see the point." Twilight said, looking at me like the other two.

"Sooooo... Can I have these cuffs removed and check my gear?" I asked like a kid wanting a toy at the store.

"Not the weapons. Only the other things."

"Okay then." The guard by the door comes and unlocks the cuffs, letting me move my hands freely once more.

"Before you go, may we look into your memories before you came here?" Upon hearing that, I froze. They wanted to see what happened BEFORE I came here.

"Uhhh... Maybe later. I really want to check my gear." I say, not wanting them to see the things I've done with my weapons, and all the fucked up shit I saw while I was there. All three give me a small glare before letting me go.

I breathed a sigh of relief, delaying my time on letting them see my memories about Rook. I don't want them to see it. Yet.

Author's Note

Alright! Chapter one! Enjoy! Chapter two will be out on Tuesday!

Chapter 2: When We Remembered Rook

Footsteps. Footsteps was all I heard during the walk to the confiscation room. Me and the two guards' footsteps echoed off the concrete wall, going down the labrythine hallways. I eyed my surroundings, which consisted of more cells, guards, the shower room, and another guard barrack. We stopped in front of the confiscation room, waiting for the guard to the left to fish out the key.

The door opened with a metal-on-metal whine, before swinging open to reveal a large room with tables, containers, and lockers.

"Remember; you are not to have a simple grip on your weapons. Don't even look at them." The guard told me as I looked for my gear, excluding my weapons.

As I walked, a very familiar satchel sat on a table, surrounded by other familiar pouches and a rucksack. I looked inside a medium sized satchel, finding my tablet, camera, map and some chemlights. I pull my camera out of the bag, inspecting to see if it had any more scratches or if it was broken. I looked at the lens, only to see that it was completely intact. I sighed in relief as I continued to look at the expensive camera. I took a look at the screen, to only see it intact as well.

I put the camera back and pulled ou the tablet. The screen had a few scratches, but were not visible when I turned it on. The screen turned on, showin the familiar Apple logo on it, before going onto the lock screen. I smiled, knowing I had something to entertain myself with while I was here. I take a look at the battery indicator: [||||}. 'Full battery.' I turn it off and place back in the satchel, knowing it will be safe. I close the satchel and check the other things, such as my other satchel that WAS to contain my C4 and some Mines. Knowing the rest would be empty, I walked to the guard. He seem to get the message and lead the way back to interrogation. 'I'm completely fucked if they see those memories.' I quietly mutter under the sound of our footsteps walking down the labryth of a prison.
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[{Ten Minutes Later...}]

The steel door swings open with a whine, revealing that the lavender and midnight blue princesses had left, leaving me and Celestia alone in the dull grey room.

"Are you ready to show me your memories?" She asks in a polite tone, waiting for my approval. I hesitate before answering.

"Okay. Be warned: there is some fucked up thing in my memories." I finished with a heavy shudder, remembering all of the killings I did and saw. Everything. She nods before her horn glows a brilliant golden colour. She places a hand in my forehead and I feel I sharp pain in my head, making wince a bit. Then, all my memories flash before my eyes: my birth, mud first birthday, middle school, high school, my first sip of alcohol, college, and finally, Bangkok. The memories slowed a bit, allowing her to see all of it at a pace she can keep up with. We watch as the memory of my first time on Rook pops up, from some fun in the sun, me picking up an AK, the bar, being captured, me and Grant escaping, his death, Amaniki Village, my first kill, my tenth kill, and many more kills. Me rescuing Liza, Oliver, and Keith, and Willis dropping me off (literally) over Hoyt's Island, me masquerading as the Privateer named 'Foster', Sam, his 'BLITZKRIEG!!' Moment, and Hoyt's death.

A flash of white brings me back from her memory viewing, only to be met with Celestia's terrified and sorrowful eyes. She felt bad for what I went through. She saw me kill many in brutal ways, but saw it in an act for revenge against Vaas and Hoyt, for killing his older brother; seriously injuring Riley, me and Riley escaping, the Temple when i freed them, and leaving Rook Island. 'That went better than what I expected.' I mused to myself.

"You have been through a lot, have you?" She said before turning her gaze to the table, not looking at me. She saw me as someone who has never killed, but merely thought the weapons as safety precautions against the hostile wildlife.

"Yeah, that means a lot." I replied, looking at her again. "I'm glad you saw past the killings, seeing them as a means of survival, and revenge for the death of Grant." I say before I get up and walk to the door.

"Wait," she immediateley says, stopping me from leaving interrogation. "I want you to come with me. Guard, please remove his cuffs and take ALL of his gear to a guest bedroom." She commanded before turning her gaze on me.

"Yes, your highness." He quickly says after she finishes, rushing off to get my things to a guest room. 'Christ knows I deserve it.' I thought as I look back at Princess Celestia.

"I must tell you this," she pauses. "You are suffering from a heavy case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and minor dementia. It is best if you are to go to a psychiatrist for help." She told me as I just stared at her.

"Damn." Was all I was able to say, slowly taking my gaze to the ground.

"Don't worry. At least you won't have to worry about being attacked at every corner." She says to me, tryiing to cheer me up. I nod. I know it will be better. I know it.
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Unknown Location

In a cave, two very evil and familiar fellows were lying on the ground, in a burnt circle. The first one wore a red tank top, cargo pants and boots. He had a mohawk and he had a scar on the left side of his head, and other scars on his face. The other wore a fancy brown suit, black shoes, and a necklace. He was a bit aged, and he had black hair that was clipped short. They were starting to stir. The two figures groaned while they weakly sat up, oblivious of the outside world.

Author's Note

Boom! Chapter 2! Enjoy, my fellow Far Cry fans and Bronies alike!