Headstrong

Some time later, after dodging question after question like a pro, the ponies finally introduced themselves. The purple ones name was Twilight Sparkle, the sky blue pony was Rainbow Dash, the butter yellow one - Mmmm Butter - was Fluttershy, the white one was Rarity, the pink one was Pinkie Pie, and the orange one was Applejack, though she looked like she didn't trust Jordan in the slightest. They were not going to get along well, he could tell.

"So," Twilighht said, a frown on her lips, "What were those items?"

"Those?" Jordan replied. "Those were my weapons and armor. It's hell where I come from. Speaking of where I come from, I hope my squad is alright. I kinda' left em' hanging. I was only able to take out. What? Three squads of scrab." He was mostly talking to himself halfway through his rant.

"T-take out?" Fluttershy squeaked out.

"Y'kniw, kill. War is war. There's always many a casualty." The ponies were in shock, a few of them turning green.

"War!? Kill!? There hasn't been a war in Equestria in over 1000 years! You're a murderer!" Twilight stumbled back on her hooves, staring in shock.

"News flash! I ain't from this place. Wait, 1000 years? How is that even possible? Anyway, what do you expect me to do? Stand by while my family and friends are killed by a psychotic race of aliens dead set on killing everything they come across?" The six ponies were shocked. Where was this pony from.

Before any of them could speak up, a lizard-like creature burst through the door, and said, "Twi! Urgent letter from the princesses!" Twilight quickly snatched it from his grip with an aura of levitation.

Opening the scroll, she read it out loud.

Dear, Twilight

The items that were taken from this mysterious pony will be sent to you. You will get as much information out of this pony as possible, do not touch the items, and only levitate them. As you said, they may be dangerous. Please stay safe, Twilight Sparkle.

Sincerely, Celestia

The lizard carted in a wagon, with Jordans pony-fied gear stacked into it. While the ponies were stunned by the items, Jordan slipped out of the bed with some pain, and trotted over to the wagon. He didn't know why, but he felt as if he'd been a pony all his life. Walking was easy.

Stepping in front of the wagon, Twilight pulled out Jordans power glove and said, "Now, what's this?" Looking at the metallic pressure plate on the front of the front of the hoof-glove.

Grabbing it from Twilight with his hand, Jordan looked for damage. Wait, he didn't have hands, then how- ... It was floating. Looking up at his forehead, he saw a similar red glow around the horn he now possessed. He was about to slip it on, when it was snatched away from him, so he explained what it was.

"Uhg. it's simple. Just a glove fitted with a force-pulse distributing plate wired to a pressure plate at the front of the glove. Giving it a mental command will power it up, then you punch something, and it dies." Pointing at his armor, or barding, and said, "That's tactical armor with a build in hud, visor, auto-injectors, thrusters for jumping really high and running at about 20 miles per hour, and small force-field matrix." Pointing at the SMG, he said. "That's an SMG with near unlimited ammo due to it's matter reconstruction interface." Finally he pointed to his revolver. "And this is my revolver. It kills things."

Some of the ponies looked like they were trying to force back bile. What? Did the concept of death make them sick? That's just weird.