Struggling like a worm in the paws of a mole, or more of a little street urchin thief fighting against the loaf of bread he stole from the baker, this Marine had lost all of his strength and ability against his foe that he loathed the most of. Getting so close to the assassination of his victim, he was stopped by an ambush, killing his men, and taking him captive in the tallest tower on that ring. Though, this is not a fairy tale tower, where the princess is stuck at the tippy-top; this was indeed a weapon of mass destruction, that kills all sentient life in the galaxy, most known as the Milky-Way. From this tower, they would activate all other seven rings, to bring 'holiness' to this universe, but it only would bring destruction of them and their enemy. This specific Marine would be written down in history as the manipulative tool used to accomplish this deed; though fortune brings to him deceit and death.

A feint hearing was in the distance as Sgt. Johnson fought for the freedom from the bond of the horrible beast, only to be beat down and discriminated as a pony, but hailed as a Reclaimer. This hearing then became like a white noise not to be ignored and an irritation to the ears. A shatter was heard throughout the gargantuan room loud enough for the deaf to not listen to, as a colossal aero-plane came crashing through the platform, scraping and screeching across the floor. Through smoke and flame came out prestigious pony, with a shotgun in one magical aura, and pistol in the other; trotting over to the destination she was heading the Sergeant limped over to her side, as the seeker followed, and the prophet was drawn to her like that of a moth to a flame. Holding a spiker in his three fingered hand.

Johnson ushered to Keys in a raspy voice, "what are you doing here?!"

She responded in a calm voice, "saving you."

Johnson seeing this, Miranda saw that he was in desperate condition and there was no way that she was getting out. She pointed her guns at the prophet and Marine, the Sergeant responding, "do it!!! Do it now!" Not knowing her decision in time, she played a little game of 'think fast,' though this didn't result in the dropping of the ball, but of losing her life, as she fell to the floor with orange glowing spikes in her ribs, therefor Johnson shouting, "NO!" The brutes and Prophet then resumed to their cruel practice immediately. Forcing Johnson to the hard-light altar, Refusing, he bucked the brute in his jaw, like a punching bag, just returned to his immediate position, casting a fist fist at Avery, showing he had intention to crush his brains.

The Prophet seeing this, he calls to the brute, "do not kill him, for we will not get another chance to begin the Great Journey like this one." The mammoth of the thing reluctantly shoves the pony to the altar. As Johnson rests on it, Truth positions his hoof onto the target, as the seven rings light up one by one.

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Coming up the elevator, both war machines move to their position, only to be ambushed by strange creatures, saying in a monotone voice, "We are not here to challenge you, but to help you."

They then unwillingly sheath their weapons, as they join the 30 minute alliance.

Author's Note

Alright, I may not get any of the talking lines right but it is MY story, right?