Headstrong

by Inane Insanity

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Adventure
Length: 2025

Jordan, while in the middle of a skirmish between humans and humanoid creatures that call themselves , 'Scrabs', is transported into a world of colorful and peaceful ponies.

PLEASE READ

Jordan, while in the middle of a skirmish between humans and humanoid creatures that call themselves , 'Scrabs', is transported into a world of colorful and peaceful ponies. It seems all his gear has been modified to be compatible for ponies only as… he was turned into one. Armed with a power glove, (A mechanical glove used to crack skulls and punch like a boss.) a shotgun, SMG, revolver, and his tactical armor… what happens next? (Tags may change.)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-06 19:10:03 UTC

Chapter: 1

Sprinting forward, Jordan lifted a fist that was fitted with a large mechanical glove. This glove had a force-pulse distributing plate on the knuckles of the glove, making any target hit with the device as good as red mist. With a battle-cry, Jordan jumped into the air, and brought his fist down on the Scrab, a humanoid creature with long arms and a tall head, along with a beetle-like face, and hit it square in the face. The creature let out a bug like noise equivalent to a scream, as his face was obliterated. Red blood splattered across Jordans visor, and along his outstretched arm. Half it's brain, still mostly intact, splattered onto another one of the creatures chitinous exoskeletons. Pulling out his expensive high-tech revolver, each bullet fitted with a force-pulse distributing plate in the tips of the rounds, he stretched out his arm to the right, and shot a charging Scrab in one of it's eyes.  The creature flipped, half it's face gone, and it's neck obviously broken from the impact. Not wanting to waste anymore ammo with his prized gun, he pulled out his SMG after holstering his revolver. The SMG was weak, but fired a a very fast rate and had nearly unlimited ammo as long as it had a very expensive piece of metal inserted into it. This was possible due to the matter reconstruction device it was outfitted with. This device takes atoms from the super condensed metal found on a small planet not long before this, which was condensed into an even smaller piece of metal, the atoms from this metal would be rearranged into that of steel or copper, and then was forced into the shape and build of a bullet. The same process was used for everything else in the gun in only a matter of milliseconds.

Sprinting through the confused crowd of Scrab, Jordan shot a long burst of bullets into their eyes and mouths. a series of loud clicks and slurping sounds that Jorgan guessed meant something along the lines of 'Frag out' was heard over the carnage, as a metal sphere was rolled in front of him. The device let out a yellow pulse of light, before the pulse was sucked in, pulling him in with it, before pulsing with a black light, pushing all his bodily fluids back through his body. His everything hurt as his eyes rolled back into his head, and he lost consciousness. His armor auto-injected Jordan with medicine, keeping him alive. The small metal orb began to glow red, but was consumed by a black vortex coming from it's middle, before consuming Jordan as well. The black vortex quickly shrunk into a pinprick, before disappear.

Waking up Jordan felt pain. All along the back of his eyes, skull, arms, and his entire back, he felt pain. A horrible burning pain. He felt like he was hit by a pulse grenade that had been modified to effect bodily fluids. As blood finally returned to his brain, he remembered that's exactly what had happened. Soon, he realized he was in a bed, which was new to him. He felt a cold sensation in his right arm's veins, so he guessed he was hooked up to an IV drip. Moving his leg trying to roll over, it felt... weird.

"Oh, you're awake!" Came a rough feminine voice. "I was tired of waiting."

"Fuuuuuck.... paaaain." Jordan groaned, attempting to communicate with whoever was speaking to him.

"Yea, anyway, back to the point,-" The voice was next to Jordan now. "-what in the hells happened to you? And what's with all those scars, dude?"

"I,-" Jordan tried to open his eyes, but even when his eyelids were parted ever so slightly, he would shut them in pain from a very bright light. "I was fighting some scrabs in a small- or rather large skirmish on the planes of the third moon of the planet Qaria.. I'm Jordan, assault class, serial number 12005." He croaked out.

Rainbows face was one of confusion at these words. Twilight, who was standing next to her, yet to make her presence known, looked curious instead.

Finally opening his eyes through the blinding light, Jordan looked to his left to the pair of ponies, and said. "What in the three rings of Terra are you!?"

The two ponies looked at each other, now both very confused as to the origins of this pony.

Jordan looked down at his arms only to calmly ask, "What have I been smoking?" Before blacking out on the hospital bed.

Waking up a few minutes later, he opened his eyes again with some trial, he didn't pass out so much from shock, as a need for sleep. Apparently unconsciousness didn't count as sleep, but he was still a little on the freaked out side. So, he took the time to sort out all his stray thoughs.

'Ponies this time, eh?' He though.

He had to guess this was either a really weird science project, or an alternate universe acting out on his body. Dimensional travel was a possibility, he's been to another universe once. It was the only universe humans were ever able to travel to safely. It was empty space. Just stars. No planets. Nothing. The universe turned you into a humanoid being that looked like it was made of glowing orbs. Maybe it was trying to make people stars. Then were the stars alive? Wait, his gear!

Looking over to the left of his white bed, he saw six ponies. Well... horses? Ponies was good enough. One had a huge grin, and pink everything. She looked like she was going to explode . Another stood politely. a small frown, as if pondering why exactly she was here. Wait, how did he know they were female? Maybe the universe had an effect on his mind? Naw. She was white, with a purple mane. There was the purple pony, looking over him as if he was nothing but a science project. Oh great, maybe this was one big great genetic mass mutation. Another looked bored out of her mind, lazily doing small loops above the five others, she was sky blue with a rainbow mane. Then there was an orange one with a blonde mane and... stetson hat? That was all of them. Wait, wasn't there six? Behind the white one, a yellow pony with a pink mane was peeking at Jordan.

"Where's my gear?" Jordan asked calmly, looking at the ponies, trying to pick out finer details with his blurry vision.

A few of the ponies looked startled, especially the purple one. The yellow one was the only pony who had noticed him being conscious in the first place.

"Huh? Oh!" The purple pony blurted. Looking closely, she had wings, and a horn! This was surreal, but he could handle it. "Your 'gear' was confiscated, and handed to the princesses Celestia and Luna to look at, and find their functions."

Letting a small smile creep onto his face as the other ponies began to tune into their conversation, Jordan said, "Really now? Make sure they don't kill themselves. Heck, one shot with my revolver would probably turn them into red mist."

She let out a squeak and backed away from Jordan. So did the others, mostly the yellow one. The purple one was taking notes, or writing some kind of letter, on parchment. Wait, was that a quill, and is it floating? Using his endless wit, he deduced she was levitating it, due to a similar color as her horn, purple, was glowing around the quill like an aura.

"Rainbow! Send this to spike so he can get it to Celestia." The purple pony said to the one called Rainbow.

Snapping to attention, Rainbow snatched up the letter, and gave a mock salute, saying "Right away Twilight!" Before zipping out the door of the hospital room.

"Ya'know 'Twilight', it's rude to take someones belongings. Especially not knowing how dangerous the items are. You better hope the force-pulse distributing plate on the glove was off. Or whoever touches the plate would be on the ground missing a limb in seconds, hey is that food?" Looking down at the foot of the bed, Jordan smiled, and reached for the food. The ponies had looks of udder horror on their faces.

First impressions are best impressions!

Chapter: 2

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.