Six woke with a jolt. Sitting up straight, he held his head in pain. What happened? Where was he? Then he remembered. The cruiser! He looked around, pulling his magnum from it's holster, and scanned his surroundings. Wait, what? Trees, grass, flowers? Wasn't he in space? He looked up in the sky. Cloudless. Did he succeeded? And how did he survive? So many questions, yet he was pulled from his thought at the sound of an explosion. He whipped around, magnum at the ready. Then he saw where the explosion came from. A city, with a castle? There was no such place on Reach, or any earth colony. Wait, was he even on Reach? He shook his head, trying to clear it. If he wanted answers, he was going to have to go to the city.

After a short jog, he climbed up a ridge, and saw the city in full view. It was under attack. "Great..." he grunted. He was gonna have to stop this battle to get the answers he wanted, and he wanted them now. No rest for the wicked, right?
As he walked in, thoughts of New Alexandria flooded his mind. Yet, the civilians weren't humans, or any other species he recognized. They looked like animals, ponies. Yet, horses were rare, even for earth. He had only read about them, never seen one past a picture. But from what he read, they weren't multicolored. Or have wings or horns. Also, they were using spears and swords, however both were metal, not energy.

"They don't have guns. Great." he sighed. He better save his bullets, and then an idea hit him. He started digging through his hard case, attached to his thigh, to get his trophy. He pulled it out, a custom made energy sword he pulled from an elite general. Apparently swords ran on a set amount of energy, yet this one was solar powered, and as long as it was in the sun, it would always have power.

He put it in his hand, hoping it would turn on. He smiled, hearing the oh so satisfying ksssh it made when it turned on. With this, he was good to go.

"Let's get to work." he said to himself. Running, he immediately recognized the hostile force. Black creature that looked like the ponies, but with an insect cross breed. They were running around, chasing the colored ponies. He noticed some of the colorful ones were in some goop, and decided to free the armored ones first, assuming they were soldiers. Three were in the goop down a corner, with one of the black creatures starring at them. This was almost too easy. Grabbing the things mouth, he shoved the sword threw its stomach, instantly killing it. Looking at the soldiers faces, they seemed more scared of him, than the creature. Putting a finger to his visor, he signaled to stay quiet. They nodded. 'At least they understand body language.' Six thought. Pulling the goop off of them, he grabbed their spears and handed them over. They seemed to flinch for a moment, like he was going to kill them. He put a hand on one of the three's neck to calm him. It seemed to do the trick.

Motioning out towards the street, Six left, with the three ponies following suit. He lead them to a thick line of bushes, and crouched, obviously, they did the same, as a patrol of insects, (what he was calling them), flew by. This seemed like a good time to get acquainted. He asked what their names where in sanghillian, and, with confused looks on their faces, he asked them in English.

At this, their faces brightened, as they replied in English.

"I'm J."

"Flash"

"Sarge."

"Good to meet you. I'm Six. Do you know what these things are? And what they're doing?"

"They're changlings. They are invading Canterlot." Sarge replied. So this town was Canterlot?

"Do you know where we should head? If you couldn't tell, I'm new here."

"The castle." Flash said, pointing to the largest building in the town. "It's most likely where both their and our leaders are. J and I can fly there..."

"No. To risky. You could get spotted easily. For now stay grounded. This bush line seems to head to the front door, and is mirrored on the other side. If Sarge and I go along this line, and you and J go along the other, we could get there with less risk of detection. Alright?" Six ended his command. They all nodded. "Let's move."

They waited until the pair got to the other side to move. It went by slow, yet they had to. It took what seemed like a hour to get to the door before Six realized a problem. The door was guarded.

"Shit...." Six hissed. There was no way around the changelings without the risk of detection. He realized what they had to do: go threw them. "Is there any way to contact J and, or Flash?" he asked Sarge. All Sarge did was tap his horn, as it started to glow.

"What do you want me to tell them?"

"We're going to go through those guards on my mark."

"...Done."

"Ok..... Mark!" Six grabbed the changeling horn, and pulled it into the bushes and, with his knife, slit it's throat. He peeked above the bushes to see the other guard was gone. "Good job, guys!" he said, hushed. They hurriedly ran into the castle, as Sarge lead Six to the thrown room.

Sarge stopped and looked around the corner. "There's only one guard by the door."

That was all the conformation Six needed. Walking casually around the corner, the changeling yelled for him to stop. When Six didn't, it charged. Bad idea. When it got close enough, Six uppercut the beast with his knife, but it was stuck now. Walking up to the door, still dragging the lifeless changeling on his knife, he kicked the carcass off the knife, and through the doors. He was always good at making an entrance.

Chrysalis was gloating. She had just taken over Canterlot, and was rubbing it in everyone's muzzles.

"You'll never get away with... this...." Celestia breathed. The Queen just laughed.

"My dear Celestial, there is nothing you can do." She laughed again. "You and your sister are helpless, the elements are in my possession, and Cadence and Shining Armor are nowhere to be found."

"But... there is still hope..." Twilight moaned in pain.

"Ha, what hope is there? Enlighten me."

"I... I sent for help."

"And where is it, hmmm? Where is your help?" Her question was answered by the lifeless body of one of her soldiers being flung from the doors. With utter shock, she looked towards the door to see a six-foot, full metal, black with purple markings, beast.

"I'm the help, bitch."

Six charged at the 'assumed' Queen, but was suddenly frozen in place about four feet from her. He cringed at it's wicked laughter.

"This was the best she could do?! Hahaha..." it continued laughing, walking towards the thrown. Yet, with her back turned, Six got a feel for the force field. It was like a bubble shield. With enough force, he could break it. Six smiled under his visor, while he went into armor lock (when a Spartan locks his/her armor for brief invincibility, but can not move.) and broke it, which causes an E.M.P blast that shattered the shield. All of the ponies looked at him in shock, yet the Queen's face was the best. He stood there, laughing at her, yet he instantly wish he didn't.

"Changelings!" she screamed. Suddenly, the windows shattered, at least 100 changelings rushed in, and formed three lines separating Six and their Queen. Yet he wasn't concerned, he was.... looking through his iTunes?

(back on Reach)
"Six, you serious?"
"Yep, I wanted to find some ass kicking music."
"Really?"

"Yeah."

Six put on his... ass kicking music, and got to work.
He switched hands for his sword, and ran at the first line. They all jumped at him. 'Strike one...' he thought. He slid with ease under the line, and turned firing his MA37 in a horizontal line, hitting every changeling dead. By the time he turned back around, he had gotten to the second line. Firing what was left in his clip, he re-holstered his gun, and impaled a changeling on his sword. Pulling back out, he re-swapped hands, and grabbed his security knife in his left. Two more rushed him, with a slight delay, which was their undoing.

'Strike two...'

Grabbing the first changeling to stop it, the second couldn't turn, and his momentum made it run it's horn into its comrades side, impaling its heart. Six then grabbed the tip of said horn, and pulled, bringing the changeling's chest through his energy sword. Six then snapped one of the corpse's horn and threw it at the last changeling in the second line, the horn sliding easily through it's eye. Now he was on to the third line, and all of them, except for one, were shaking.

Six ran at the last line, energy sword holstered. He wanted to show his power without a weapon. As the one brave changeling ran at him, but with hesitation, as Six reared back, winding up a punch. 'Strike three...'

He had gotten this far without a hitch. Why not have a little fun?

"FALCON... PUNCH!" Six yelled, as he hit the changeling full force. But, he didn't stop there. He curved said punch, and brought the thing's head against the marble floor, making a small crater, and heard a satisfying squish as he assumed the creatures skull just imploded. Smiling he looked up to see something quiet unsettling. The third line was gone, except for one.

The last changeling was massive. It looked like a Quta from Reach. If the changeling was anything like the Quta, he did not want to fight it. So, he brought out his magnum, and shot it in the head. It swayed back an forth a bit, before falling, dead.

Six looked at the Queen, arms stretched like 'is that it?'. She turned to fly off, but oh no, Six was not having any of that shit. Grabbing her tail, Six swung like he was holding a gravity hammer, slamming her into the ground. She was unconscious at the impact, but Six woke her up by stomping his right foot on her chest, and kept it here.

Kneeling down, Six brought her face to his visor. She was actually cute. Too bad she had to die. As he stared into her eyes, pleading for mercy, he said something he wished he had sunglasses for.

"Your out."

And with that, Six grabbed her head and pulled, still holding her body in place with his foot. At first all he was going to do was snap her neck, yet her body was more fragile than he expected, as he pulled her head from its perch, skin ripping like paper. To stop now would be cruel, as her screams of pain intensified. He kept pulling, and after a few moments, was rewarded with her screams stopping, and the sound of wet popping, as he pulled her spine from its skin coat with her head, vertebrae by vertebrae.

Walking to a recent shattered window, he shot a few rounds to stop the fighting, and held the head like a trophy. The changelings flew in terror, after a moment of recognition, yet what shocked him the most was the response from the civilians and the soldiers: nothing.

No response, just wide eyed stares. This puzzled him, thinking they would cheer, for they were saved from what seemed like a hopeless situation. His attention was grabbed from behind, hearing someone violently vomiting. He threw the head out the window, and turned around to see almost a thousand soldiers pointing spears at him.

"Are you FUCKING kidding me?!"

Author's Note

Well, what chu' think? That is why there's a comment section.

(Edit: 12/6/13)