Halo: Brony Evolved

I am... Kestrel, a Spartan of the UNSC... a special unit for when shit hits the fan and I was the peculiar one of the other Spartans.

The reason? Well I was obsessed with “My Little Pony Friendship is Magic” Yes, I am a Brony and how I found it? The Databank in the Headquarters.

Why did it catch my attention you may ask? Well fate I guess… hell I was bored, wouldn’t you browse around too?

On that day I could say that it was where I would call myself a Brony, I listened to the music; saw the artwork that people in the past made. I even stitched myself a plushie of my favorite pony out of some pillows and little bit of colored fabric, and of course with permission I changed my armor color to yellow and pink. Their facial expressions went from neutral to “Are you serious?” but I didn’t really care at that moment and just smiled at them.

My life was... you know...more bearable for the past two years since I began watching MLP and I thought it would keep going on like this but something weird happen on that day three months ago.

((Three months ago))

“Hey! Autistic faggot! On the shooting stand again, don’t you think you’ve had enough?” One of the marines said to me. I turn around and raise an eyebrow looking down to him as he smirked at me, sometimes looking back to his friends.

I looked to the other marines and sighed.

“What do you stuck up bitches want from me, mh?” I said to the douche bag that was standing in front of me and crossed my arms

“What do you assholes want?” He imitated me in a weird voice and then laughed at me.

“Keep on bei-” I cut him off simply by grabbing the collar of his shirt with my left hand and his belt with the other hand, lifting him off the ground saying,

“It’s time to take out the trash!”

The other Marines and his so called friends on the stand began to chuckle and watched the spectacle. He then began to scream:

“Let me down, you freak! If you didn't have that armor on, I'd kick your ass!"

I simply answered with an.

“Too bad that time will never come”

After I threw him out and finished my daily shooting, I gave the weapon back to the advisor and walked down the halls of the big building and saw the Marines training outside through the window looking over to the training field.

“Spartan M.S.D. - V198, prepare your equipment within 30 minutes and meet with General Frank Anderson in section C7.” The speakers called out and I made my way to the Armory to prepare myself.

“That’s odd... “I mumble to myself and make my way quickly to the Armory, as I arrive at the door I pull out my keycard and press it against the sensor.

The light on top of the door goes from red to green and the doors open without a peep.

I go in and nod to the guardsman that was standing in there, bored and replying with the same gesture to me as well.

Every time I go through these shelves in the armory I feel like a kid that has a birthday and is browsing through the toys area in a supermarket, except mine are weapons.

The first thing I grab is my favorite of all favorites... the M90A Shotgun and with it it’s ammunition.

I then continue to browse through the armory and get myself some grenades, a M6G Magnum, and M7 submachine gun.

As I was finished with searching for my weapons and ammo I headed to the wall where the jetpacks are and press myself against one, a warning appears into my visor that my suit is now connected with it and is fully controllable.

“Vicky, test the Jetpack to see if it’s in working condition, we don’t have any time left and mark section C7 for me.” I said and fast walked to the door again pressing my card against the sensor.

When outside of the armory I ran through the facility towards the point where it’s marked on my visor and already see in the distance the General waiting for me.

“Well look who’s finally here, the pink and yellow momma’s boy!” he said while I saluted him.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrow then asked, “What’s the Jetpack for Spartan and what’s that thing?” he pointed at the plush that was peeking with her front hooves and head out of the pocket, but as I was about to answer he waved it off and walked into the room he stood next to.

“Good, place yourself in the circle and we will give you a quick briefing.” he said and went into the room.

“It’s lightish red... not pink.” I mumbled and Victoria answered chuckling “Well… lightish red IS pink you know.”

I grumbled and crossed my arms looking up to the windows when the circle lit up and they spoke through the speakers saying.

“Alright, Kestrel you can feel yourself honored to be the first test subject of our new teleportation device and if you say something right now, well we can’t hear you.”

“Great, wait...teleportation?”

“The reason why we choose you is because of your suit. You might have a higher chance of surviving than a normal marine, so get ready, don’t move a bit, stay like this and if you have a tingling sensation in your spine and teeth, it’s completely normal.”

The other scientist in the room then said:

“Umm guys… the sensors can’t identify what’s on this guy’s belt.”

“Do something about It.” said the General

I was now worried of what could happen and this feeling in my back was hard to ignore, and the nervous chattering of these scientist made my situation much worse, why did they forget to turn the microphone off?

“Stop it! Stop the program for the teleportation!” One of them shouted. I could now see that I was in a bad situation, I was about to move from the circle but one of them barked at me saying that I cannot leave the circle now.

The ground under me began to vibrate and the buzzing got louder and louder, I was about to shit my pants and stuttered to my KI.

“Victoria... if... if we don’t survive this... I... I-”

The last thing I heard before unconsciousness was the thundering sound of the teleportation.