Visitors from above

  Space. Not a frontier at all, since creatures from all over the galaxy are travelling through it at the present time. Though it may look like tons of factions are ruling it, two control it : Red Corp. And Blue Inc. After a prototype of the RESPAWN ( Reanimation Emulation Software for Preserving Authorized Weaponery and Neurons ) was found on the planet Earth, in the Badlands more specifically, the all out war could happen without breaking any of the Universal Rules of Safety in Space ( or URSS ). Each faction recruited some mercenaries, because there was no point in continually reviving useless cowards. Admiral Crank McJibber, leader of Blue Inc., decided to send six of his most valued mercenaries to the currently richest planet in solar : Ribbit IV. Little did he know, that both him and his mercenaries would remember that day ... not forever, but for long, that was sure. "Colonel McHulotte," he called through his mic. "I need you to report as soon as possible !" After taking a sip from his glass of a mysterious liquid that surely only he could drink without waking up three days later with a giraffe in his bed, the elevator's doors open, revealing a fascinating alien creature that I won't describe because of how small my imagination is.

"You asked, sir ?" Said the newcomer.

"Yes, Colonel," replied the former. "I want you to send our six best mercenaries to Ribbit IV !"

McHulotte looked slightly confused, and replied "But sir, you already asked us to send them to space coordinates 42, 9001, 69 an hour ago !" And McJibber stared.

Blue Inc. Was now panicked. Six of their best mercenaries were lost in space, because one stupid colonel misinterpretated orders. Drones were sent at 42, 9001, 69, space coordinates, but no sign of the previously launched rocket was found. Little did they know, that an all-powerful and massive troll of a God created a wormhole at that precise moment in this precise location. Where could the mercenaries be now ? WHERE ELSE ?

-Meanwhile, In Ponyville-

Today was a good day for the Ponyvillians. Summer Sun Celebration was coming soon, and nothing too strange happened. Time Turner was nowhere to be found, but nothing else really happened. It really was a good day to be a Ponyvillian. But did I ever say it would be ... a good night ? Let's make a nice transition to, let's say, 10:00PM. Lyra was having a good night so far, too good. That is, until a bright flash scared her almost to death. And this was an understatement, compared to the other citizens of Ponyville. As soon as it began, it ended, leaving a hundred ponies to sleep with anxiety of what just happened to them. Except for Pinkie Pie, who, despite the 300 db, ear breaking, death metal fan deafening sound piercing through the sky, didn't bat an eye, muttering "What a horrible night to have a curse" under her breath, probably without noticing it.

-Meanwhile again, in the crashing site, Everfree Forest-

Voltar was having a good day. He would use technology to beat the living crap out of Red Corp's mercs and come back home to mock Swiggins's tastes in drinks. However, what he did not expect was all the lights to black out at the same moment, and his rocket to stop moving. "Vell, vhat's different," he began. "Not anyvhing technology can't overcome, vhough". And he was right. Taking a step ( or a float ) out, he noticed two things. First, he wasn't in Ribbit IV at all. The air was way too pure. Second of all, he was dying, and though RESPAWN certainly still worked, it wasn't the most pleasant feeling, he rushed back in the rocket. Closing the door behind him, he checked the data he collected about this planet. Apparently, in order to survive, he had to change his body to a more ... equine shape. "Sehr, sehr interessant," he declared. "but if ich must adapt myself to survive, vhen ..." if a three-eyed brain could smirk, he would. He finally had a justified opportunity to use technology on his comrades.

After four hours of constant working, he finally made it. All of his teammates look like horses. All of them waked up together. And all of them seemed particularly pissed off. "What in tarnation did ya do, brainy ?!" Asked a brown coated pegasus with a blue mane and a ten-gallon hat, not shivering under the gaze of the three-eyed white unicorn who apparently had his face replaced with a glass bulb inside which an idle brain peacefully floated.

"I adaptated your body to make it resistant to this planet's conditions" answered Voltar.

"And why would yo have that totally gay horn, bro ?" Asked a light blue coated, brown maned pegasus with yellow sunglasses.

"Because unicorns are pretty," answered once again Voltar. "Do you seriously vish to confirm alle die stereotypes about frogs ?" He simply received a grunt from the pegasus.

"Clunk has question too," said a bulky grey coated earth pony with a white mane and seemingly glowing yellow eyes. "Why did you say that team had to adapt to planet ? Ribbit IV has nothing wrong" this earned everypony present a blink. It was relevant information, but most of all, it came from Clunk !

"You are asking a very intelligent question," replied Voltar "In fact, ve are nicht on Ribbit IV at all : vhis planet isn't located, and ve have to find a vay back, since all of our solar resources vere used to sustain." A relatively long silence followed, broken by a small, beige unicorn with a red mane

"I CAN TALK ! Without that useless computer device ! Holy mother of Russia, that feels good. Anyway, egghead, tell me, does the RESPAWN still work ?" He asked.

"Ja" replied Voltar, still surprised to see that his operation gave vocal chords to Yuri. "Une dernière chose," asked a green coated earth pony with a yellow mane. "Doez our capacités still work ?" Voltar paused for a moment, before summoning a healbot.

"Ja too," he said. "All of our capacities are fully vorki-" a giant explosion, succesfully blasting him to pieces, stopped his speech.

"And that's for turning me into one of dem horses !" Victoriously said the texan pegasus. From the center of the room erupted a small capsule, from which a seemingly annoyed three-eyed unicorn emerged.

"As I vas saying," he started, eyeing cautiously Lonestar, who just taught him what not to do the hard way. "Ve aren't on Ribbit IV at all, and if ve vant to go back to our base, I vill need solar. Viele solar." This earned a few worried look from his comrades. "Fortunately, ve have gluck : vhis planet's dominant species are horses, more specifically, ponies, vhey are intelligent, and even have civilization, so here is vhe plan : ve meet vhis civilization, make money vhich I'll turn into solar and use to go back in our galaxy ! How does vhis sound ?" They all agreed to follow Voltar's plan - he was the egghead after all - and left the rocket, going to the nearest village, occasionally blasting, slashing or burning every hostile creature on their way.

This was a good day to be a god.