Luna's Knight in Ballistic Armor.

   Luna laid motionless on Jean's stomach, she fixed her eyes at the wall clock of the hospital room, although she stayed at least for an hour and a half now, she needs to be back at the Royal castle for night court; and of course it's way beyond visiting hour of Ponyville General Hospital. She straightened up and stretched out her arms and wings; standing up from her post, she kissed Riley's forehead.

"Goodbye..." gloomily she muttered before closing the door shut.

Back to the bed, a faint smile plastered Jean's face. Lightly chuckling, he spun to the side of then fell asleep.

   Gun fire and screams populated the air; on the battlefield there laid the bodies of dead insurgents, civilians and the soldiers of the UN Republic. With in the burning city of Paris, the Eiffel Tower stood damaged and scorched, the small houses and establishment crumbled to the ground from the continues fire fights raging in the streets. The city hall came under fire, the belligerents were still NE and UN. The city hall was a complete mess, the street in front of it was covered with sand bags, military boxes, and green military tents. The flag on the UN soared high on the city hall. When you look at it at an angle, you could see bullets holes along the middle of the flag.

"Rangers on the way! Be advised support will arrive in 20 minutes! Sit tight!

"How much more?! Were getting pounded out here!"

"Incoming PAF! Karl get your ass out here and bring down that jet with the stinger!"

"Affirmative Sarge!"

   A short pause filled the soldier's mind, before the sights locked on the Hind. Nothing else left to say, he pulled the trigger. The rocket  launched itself towards the Hind, crippling the tail. The aircraft sputtered black smoke as it began to spin in the air, before landing at the court yard.

"YEAH! Chopper down!"

"Shit! Merkava's at our six! Where the hell is our armor!?"

A loud booming voice echoed the hall ways of the city hall,"CALM DOWN EVERYONE !"

   The soldiers shifted their gaze on their CO, Sgt. Jean rubbed his temples as he calmed down the troops. He fixes his helmet on and pointed to the eastern wing, "Second Squad, move your asses to the eastern wing! The MG team is getting pounded to dust if you don't give them any support!"

   The soldiers took their rifles and sprinted to the wing entrance, Jean took a look outside, but he was forced back into cover. Thirty-two troops filled the courtyard, firing on their position, two Merkava tanks fired a round into the western wing, crippling the second floor. The

PAF carcass was just another cover, given its current position. A UN trooper bought his M4 to bear as he aimed at the NE trooper exposing his head from the cover of his sand bags. The round found its mark on the trooper's  left shoulder guard. Instead of recoiling back, the bullet pierced through the guard and into the flesh and bone, the NE soldier fell prostrate on the ground, clenching his bloodied shoulder as he retreated further into cover.

"Fire team 3-4, what's your status over?" he said over the radio. He took his rifle and emptied a clip into the enemy's position, in an effort to suppress the enemy back into their cover. The radio flared up again as the line was connected.

"3-4 is taking heavy fire! We can't provided sniper fire!"

Growling he replied, "Hold on the line! If we lose this building, they'll have a clear shot to destroy our base!"

The soldier replied, "Sir Yes Sir!"

"Second Squad, what's the status of the MGs?!"

A short pause echoed, static hums sounded out. He pushed the button again and called, "Second squad, I repeat! What's the status of the MGs?!"

No answer.

   Instead of UN troops, the door gets violently kicked open. The Man on the door connected his rifle's stock on the NE soldier's chin, fracturing it. The soldier tried to pull out his pistol, before a bullet pierced his jugular. Jean bought his rifle to bear, aiming down the sight upon the opponent. Thrice he pulled the trigger, the three bullets connected on the enemy's chest and the neck. The another NE popped out of cover, in his hands was a small, but tall cylindrical object. He threw the object, landing in front of Jean's feet. Before hand, Jean pulled out his M9 Beretta from the holster on his hip; he pulled the trigger, sending two shots that penetrated the shoulder guard and the cheek of the New era soldier, killing him.

It was too late for him. The object caught him by surprise, it exploded. His ears rung with a high pitched tone and his vision became white.

***

   'Twas  already nine in the morning when Jean abruptly woke up. He froze, thinking hat he was still in the battlefield, but he shrugged. He straightened up his posture and stretched his back, making it crack. He did the same to his arms, he placed his hand on the other and cracks his knuckles. He did this also to his neck, which was aching. He never noticed the nurse that sat on the chair next to him.

He was stopped from his actions when the nurse cleared her through, " Good Morning Mr. Riley."

"Ah, Nurse Redheart. As Lovely as always, what did you bring for me today?' said Jean.

She chuckled from the remark and replied, "Oh, stop it Jean!" then she waved dismissively as she held a blush, but she handed the plate in her hands into Jeans lap, "The usual, some fruits, veggie salad, a glass of apple juice, and Hot Oatmeal. Considering your kind can't eat hay and grass, we have Cooked beans on the side for protein."

"Thank you nurse, cheers." he tips the glass of apple juice in his hand before taking the whole glass.

The nurse winked at his direction as she closed the door.

'Did she really just..?' he thought

'Nah, she didn't,' he shrugged the notion off of his shoulders.

   He took a spoon full of oat meal and bought it to his mouth. He chewed the food that Nurse Redheart gave to him. As a matter of fact, the nurse was right, currently the hospital wasn't accustomed to the eating habits of omnivores such as himself. So the hospital came up with other means to feed the alien currently hospitalized. By the time he finished the meal, he stood up and waked to the window over looking the small town of Ponyville, apple in hand.

   The town was big so to say, oddly enough to him, the houses resemble to that of old German architecture. He bit the succulent apple. Surprisingly, he loved the taste of the sweet apple. Apples on earth weren't this sweet, if any company made business with the owners of the orchard; that said company will sky rocket.

  A hour passed since Jean woke up. He grew bored with his surroundings. He laid on the bed, staring idly at the white ceiling. He occasionally mutters his thoughts out loud from time to time.

'I'm going to get some kip.' he began to shift his weight facing the window to his right.

He succumbed to his weariness, his eyes closed shut.

Until the door swung open with a loud crash.

His eyes shot open, he faced the ceiling. Groaning, he said, "What now?" he fixed his eyes on the door way. Seeing a pink mare with a smile almost reaching to her ears.

"Jeany Christy!" she said, with a high pitched tone. She launched herself into Jean bed, straddling him by his stomach.

"HNNNG!" the force from the pink blob landing on his stomach forced the air out of him.

"Agh! Pinkie Pie!" he groaned.

"Pinkie!" a southerner voice rung out, Jean already knew that voice. From the door way, Applejack and the rest of her friends came in, Applejack pried the Pink pony off the currently defenseless human that got the wind kicked out of him form the pink pony jumping continuously on his stomach. Pinkie Pie giggled and sat down on the seat next to him. It was a good thing the wounds didn't open up.

"So Jeany! How was your day?" said Pinkie Pie.

Jean regained little breathe; still he replied, sarcastically, "Fantastic."

   Pinkie Pie frowned a little, mouthing the word 'grumpy.' It was until she beamed up with an idea, kind of like a light bulb appeared right on the top of her head. She conjured a cupcake from her mane and jumped right on top of Jean's stomach again, of course Jean got the air kicked out of him. Again.

Pinkie Pie held the cupcake near his mouth, "Here Jean Winny! A cupcake I made just for YOU!" she said, before forcefully stuffing the cupcake in his mouth.

   The rest of the girls flinched, Applejack extends her hand out, trying to take hold of Pinkie Pie, only to find the pink blob of energy sitting on her earlier position. Sometimes, she would question physics, and she knew Jean would, but it was best to leave it as it is.

   Jean found himself chewing the delectable pastry stuffed in his mouth, truth be told, it was quite delicious, but too sweet for his taste. In one gulp, he took the cupcake into his stomach. He was quite surprised from the Pink girl's antics, he knew this because Celestia told him what Pinkie Pie did to him in his sleep. He chuckled from the memory, before returning a happy gaze to the pink party pony.

"Tastes good Ms.Pie but, it's too sweet for my preferences." he said.

   This earned him a smile coming from the pink pony. Twilight pulled out her note pad and sat down next to Pinkie Pie, she turned a page from her pad and took out an ink and quill from her sling bag.

"Let's set things straight. Mr. Riley, Princess Luna gave me some info about you, and I want to clear somethings regarding the info. Is it true that you are Human?"

'What? Too obvious? And what the in the bloody hell is that question supposed to mean?' he though, it came to him as an insult. But he did not bite back.

"Yeah. Do we have a little problem with that Ms. Sparkle?" he said.

"Oh! No! Not at all Mr. Riley. Just call me Twilight by the way.  I just want to know it by myself. Human are supposed to be a myth." Twilight replied.

'Myth? Ha, you'll be surprised when I tell you your kind can't talk, not sentient and Unicorns and Pegasi aren't real, just a myth like humans in your world.' he though.

"Now getting to the point, the thing you carried in your arms is a musket right?"

"Of course."

"Then how does it fire continuously? I don't see any kind of bolt on it." she countered.

Thinking of only one word, he replied: "Technology."

Well, she wanted more, but she though it wasn't the best time to tell the tale of gun mechanisms, so she didn't dig any deeper than the word "Technology."

"You're an omnivore right?" she fired another question.

"Yes."

"How can you describe Humanity?"

   It was deep, too deep for him to describe, people vary from degree of their judgement. Some are care-free and uptight, some are kind and some are plain nasty. Some people are killers and some are saviors. Just the mere thought of it causes some migraines. Rubbing his temples with his fingers, he replied, using the nearest answer:

"Humans are peaceful... At times. We preach peace, but when forced to fight, we are demons sent from hell. We live in places generally that is calm, but others prefer the bustling city lights instead of a calm quint town. All in all, we are much like you. "

   Twilight continued to pop question after question, it was a common thing of course, this was a find of the century! But the fine specimen certainly was annoyed by her questions like:

"Whats your favorite food?"

"What kind of job do you have?"

Of course he wanted to answer that, but before he could, he was blocked by another question.

"How was human history?"

"How did your race came from using sticks and stones to computers and power tools?!"

'Oh god, when will this mare bugger off?' his thoughts echoed through his mind, looking at the purple mare in front of him.

  Pinkie Pie must have sensed it as if his thoughts were read by her. At the corner of Jean's good eye, Pinkie pie pulled out a pink cannon; looking similar to that off 18th century cannons, except this particular one is stubby, and hell it was very girly. Caught off guard, Jean fell off the bed after hearing a loud boom; he acted on sheer instinct. Jean popped his head out of the bed and took a look around the room.

'What in God's name?' he said, his eyes twitching from the sight.

   There in the middle of the room was a table, on said table was chocolate cake, punch, nacho and cheese, apple cider, party hats and party horns. Hanging on the ceiling was a red banner, on it was Get well Jeany!'

He can't help but smile.

Pinkie pie ran up to him and placed a small chunk of sliced chocolate cake in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed.

'Again, tastes good' happily he thought. Pinkie Pie felt him brewing up a smile, this caused her to smile in return. He stood up and made his way to the table. He took a glass of apple cider and took a swig.

"So, how's mah' apple cider for yah Jean?." Applejack said.

"Love it." he said.

For Jean, he always enjoyed the company of these girls, be it from Pinkie Pie's wild antics, or Rainbow Dash's tales of the sonic rainboom. He never told her that his kind started breaking the sound barrier ages ago, he feared that might enrage her, better yet, fall to depression.

"I have to ask, You made this Apple cider right? Then your an Apple farmer right?" he said.

"One and only!" she gleefully she said.

"I must say your apples are delicious, I hadn't have a good apple for about five months now." said Jean, this earned him a smile from the mare he was talking to.

Pinkie pie popped in the middle of the two, in her hands was her camera and a party horn, which she shoves into Jean's mouth. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Rarity positioned themselves from behind of the trio.

'Seriously! What's with this girl and shoving things into mouths!?' practically he screamed his thoughts in his mind.

"Ok everypony smile!" Pinkie pie says. With that, Jean blew the horn, and the shot came accurately.

Surely this was a fun time for Jean, today was a day where his mind is filled with happiness and tranquility.