Aliens: New World

----Canterlot Dungeon, Cell Block A, Equestria----

“When I get out of here, I'm going to strangle you both with your own fucking tails!” Private First Class R.J Hanlon roared, and smashed the chair into the iron bars for roughly the sixtieth time.

“I don't think we should've given him chairs... or anything.” The guard on the right whispered to his left counterpart.

“And I don't think they should've given you horns, CAUSE I'M GOING TO SNAP THEM OFF AND SLIT YOUR THROATS WITH THEM!” R.J bellowed and slammed the chair against it for the sixty-first time.

The two guards quivered slightly as the large, dark beast continued to holler obscenities, and beat on the bars.

“Why do we always get the crazy ones?” The right guard asked, staring at the beast.

“Why do I always have to put up with this kind of bullshit?” R.J asked in a strangely calm tone, and dropped the chair. R.J fell backwards against the stone wall, and stared at the guards.

They stared at one another for a solid twenty seconds before the left guard asked, “You okay now?”

“Yes.” R.J responded with a nod of his head.

The guard stood, thinking for a moment. “I think you're lying.” He said simply.

“And I think you're about six seconds away from DYING!” R.J screamed, before leaping up, slamming into the bars, and reaching through in an attempt to grab the guard by the throat. Fortunately for the guards, they stood with their hindquarters against the wall, as far from R.J as possible.

R.J's hands curled around and invisible neck for a few seconds, before his arms drooped, and he sighed dejectedly. “Do I get parole?” He asked with an uneasy, and obviously fake, smile.

“Not anymore.”

This routine continued for another hour.

----Canterlot Dungeon, Cell Block B, Equestria----

Life sucked. That was the conclusion Joel Reed had drawn in his time behind bars. That is, the LAST time he was behind bars. Except that time, it had been a scrawny guard, who liked nothing better than to shove a taser up prisoner’s asses every time they stepped out of line.

Now, it was fucking horses. But hey, Reed couldn't really complain, they were a hell of a lot better than aliens. At least, better than the xeno-fuck aliens. Those suck.

And sure, there had been those three dead ones next to the colonial marines outside of his room, but they looked like they had the situation under control. If under control is bleeding from the ears, and hugging a huge black guy, then yeah, under control.

'Oh fuck it, they're all gonna die.' Quite frankly, Reed didn't want to leave however. What better place to be during a xenomorph-apocolypse, than behind three inch iron bars? “You're all fucked.” Reed told the two horse guards that stood opposite from his cell.

“Quiet.” The left guard ordered sternly.

Reed knew a pushover when he saw one, but this WAS the pushover with the key to his cell. 'So I better piss him off so I can stay here longer, at least until this whole thing blows over... or I starve. Either way, better than out there!'

“That Queen horse of yours is fucked too ya know!” Reed said from his cot. It was actually pretty comfortable for a prison, even if it was too short by about two feet.

“Quiet!” The guard said, in a sterner tone this time.

“I heard they kill leaders first, so you two pathetic fucks are safe for now.” Reed said with a smirk, then slumped down on his cot, and pretended to not hear the guard shout his head off at him.

'Good start!'

Reed had weighed his options when he'd woken up. He could stay in that room, cooperate with the horses, and probably be killed horrifically by the xeno-fucks, OR, he could stir as much chaos and shit up ans possible, and get either executed, or thrown in jail, either way, Reed wins.

He'd started by ignoring the door entirely, and just diving through the glass window into the room. That scared the ever lasting fuck out of the horses. He then promptly drop kicked the closest guard in the face, because why not? Reed was pissed, and tired of bullshit, which is unfortunate, because he seemed to be surrounded by it twenty-four-seven.

Then, he'd been body checked by some white unicorn asshole with stupid blue hair. This was almost exactly what Reed had wanted, and after he punched that mother fucker in the mouth, he'd made a break for the door, leaping over the dissolving corpse of a xeno-fuck.

That's when he'd heard Queen Bitch shout, “Oh no you don't!” And drag him back in with, like, fucking magic or something. What he'd wanted to do was slap her in the face with his dick, but calling her a bitch had to suffice. So he did. Then, he lost consciousness for no reason. Maybe karma. Then, he'd woken up right where he wanted to, jail!

Life sucked, but at least it sucked less in jail than outside.

Maybe life didn't suck, maybe it was just ass backwards.

That certainly explained why Major Joel Reed of the Private Security Sector was being guarded by horses in prison.

'If they go to let me out, I gotta punch one again, that'll keep me in!' Joel was set for life at this rate. Stay in prison at all costs. That, and sharpen a bed leg into a shank to commit suicide before he starved.

Gotta have goals.

----Canterlot Dungeon, Cell Block C, Equestria----

She'd tried put up a good fight. She really did. But she couldn't. Between her arm, and her eyes, she couldn't do much. Now, Corporal Rin Han of the Colonial Marines, sat in the corner of her cell, deaf and pissed, and holding the handle of her combat knife behind her back with her one good hand.

'Stupid fucking horses suck at searching.' Rin thought quietly in her mind. She liked to believe that she was talking.

After that crazy white guy from PSS got knocked out by the queen horse, R.J had shoved Rin into a corner of the room and aimed his Smartgun at the group of horses. Rin didn't like being defended like that, but couldn't get the ringing out of her head. It was like a drill, piercing her brain, and making her ears bleed.

And her arm, she'd never felt anything more painful in her life. It hung limp at her side, as she was too afraid to even cradle it. She'd let out a soundless moan, and banged her head against the wall behind her multiple times, squeezing her eyes closed. When she'd opened them, R.J was on the floor, and the queen horse was looming over her, a slightly pained expression on her muzzle.

Rin had lifted her M11, her hand quivering from pain and exhaustion. But before she could pull the trigger, she felt her eyes grow heavy, and the gun fall to the floor. And for a few terrifying seconds, she was deaf and blind, then asleep.

She'd woken up in the prison cell, the ringing gone, her left arm bandaged, and the blood mopped from her face. She'd left the bandages on, for fear of what she'd find underneath.

'Great! Fucking deaf, and a cripple!' She had to get out, she had to find R.J, and the rest of her team. She didn't know how she got here, but she wanted to leave. She just wanted to go back home, take R.J with her, and... Live.

She didn't want to die.

She wanted to live.

'And I will.'

Rin tightened her grip in the knife handle. She glared at the two white horse guards that stood out side.

Next time they got close.

She would live.

----Canterlot Castle Throne Room, Equestria----

“With all due respect princess, something HAS ta be done!” Applejack said worriedly as she, the other Elements of Harmony, and Princess Celestia stood in the throne room of Canterlot Castle. They'd just gotten the medical report back from the humans, Shining Armor, White Knight – the guard who got kicked – and the six xenomorphic creatures:

Robert Jackson (R.J) Hanlon: exhaustion

Rin Han: exhaustion, fourth degree chemical burns, deafness, lacerations

Unknown: exhaustion

Shining Armor: broken nose, broken teeth

White Knight: broken nose, broken teeth, fractured jaw, lacerations

Xenomorph One: deceased

Xenomorph Two: deceased

Xenomorph Three: deceased

Xenomorph Four: deceased

Xenomorph Five: deceased

Xenomorph Six: deceased

They'd found the human's names etched into their metal armor. As for the one that dove through the glass and kicked White Knight, his name remained unknown.

Oh yes, humans were back. And they were smarter, and even worse than before. “Princess, I have to agree.” Twilight said from beside her mentor. “Humans were here for fifteen minutes, and in that time, they killed four beings, woke Discord, attacked my brother, attacked a guard, nearly destroyed the gardens, ruined Mane Street, ruined the medical observatory, frightened nearly everypony in Canterlot, and right now, one of them is destroying his cell, one is bad mouthing the guards, one is just sitting there staring at the guards, and holding something behind her back, but the guards are too afraid to go in and get it, and there's a large metal airship that landed outside Ponyville, with more humans on board!” Twilight explained, her voice rising in intensity. By the end of her rant, she was out of breath and panting. Twilight Sparkle was out of breath describing what a group of humans did in fifteen minutes.

Something DEFINETLY needed to be done. “Has anypony investigated the airship?” Celestia asked, holding in an exhausted sigh. She had to stay strong for her ponies.

“No, Ponyville has a bit of a xenophobia problem, so that shouldn't be a problem.” Twilight said with a shake of her head, remembering the incident with Zecora.

“And whereabouts is Discord?” Celestia asked with obvious scorn in her voice. However, she hadn't forgotten about what he'd done in the observatory. She owed him her ponies lives. He had better not mess it up.

“Nopony's seen him since he left.” Just as Twilight said that,
there was a golden flash, and Discord appeared floating overhead.

“Just checked out that airship.” He said causally as he floated lazily above Celestia.

“YOU WHAT?!” Celestia shouted, loosing her temper at the chaotic spirit.

Discord recoiled with mild shock. “I figured that, if anyone's going to find them, it might as well be the spirit of chaos, something they are SO fond of.” He explained, doing a lazy roll in the air.

The room was silent for a few seconds. “WELL?” Celestia asked impatiently.

“Well, they tried to kill me, two of them are hurt, and one of them looks close to being more insane than me.” He said with slight worry. “Better step my game up.” He followed. “I will be... around. Oh, and do try not to bring anymore humans and monsters into the beautiful, perfect, magnificent, amazing, glorious, utopia that is Equestria, where ponies and spirits totally AREN'T turned to stone.” He said, his mouth literally dripping sarcasm in the form of gray liquid, before he teleported away with another flash.

Celestia held back a groan. As if being the ruler of Equestria wasn't hard enough, now she had malicious humans, malicious aliens, and a not-as-malicious spirit of chaos to watch after. And now humans could fly. And could kill things at a distance. And had large, unstoppable vehicles.

But Celestia had to remain, at least somewhat, diplomatic with them. But when something gives off so much chaos, it gives the god of chaos a migraine... Celestia had hoped to never encounter humans again. Or if she did, they could at least be a little more tame.

The humans in the cells would have to wait – although Celestia was worried about the girl whom they'd bandaged up – right now, she had to deal with the airship. “Short Sword, Iron Shield. Find Discord, make sure he's not doing anything to my castle. We may have a common enemy here, but he's still the god of chaos.” She said to the two guards by the entrance to the throne room.

“Yes your highness!” The snapped, before turning and trotting out of the room.

“Archer, Nose Dive. Retrieve Captain Shining Armor from the infirmary, and bring my carriage, as well as and additional four escort carriages. We're going to... attempt, to negotiate with the humans.” Celestia said, putting slight emphasis on attempt.

“Your highness, is that really tha best thing ta do? Ah mean, they did try an kill Discord.” Applejack asked cautiously.

“I must agree with Applejack, those ruffians could do all manner of horrible things.” Rarity added in, stepping up next to Applejack

“Ooh, ooh, maybe we could throw them a party, then they wouldn't try to kill us!” Pinkie-Pie said excitedly, bouncing next to Applejack and Rarity. “Ooh! Can Luna come too?” She asked, her smile literally reaching ear to ear.

“Well, if they DO, do something, we can always just kick their flank!” Rainbow Dash said cockily, then leaned over to Twilight. “We... CAN kick their flanks right?” She whispered. Twilight vigorously shook her head.

“Um, you said that two of them were hurt? M-Maybe if we negotiate with them w-w-we c-could, um, help... them.” Fluttershy stuttered, getting more and more uncomfortable as she continued.

“We might be able, and have to, do all those things. Really, it all depends on them.” Celestia said with a small shake of her head. 'This can't end well.'

As she thought that, Nose Dive returned. “Your highness, Shining Armor is waiting in the carriage.”

Celestia nodded. “My little ponies, I want you all to stay here. I'm not going to put you in harm's way.” This was met with loud protest, but Celestia silenced it with a raise of her hoof. “That is final. Besides, you all must stay here in case Discord decides to cause mayhem.”

“Yes princess.” The Elements said with sighs. “Be careful.” Twilight said as she nuzzled her mentor.

“I will.” She said warmly, the leaned down to Twilight's ear. “If the humans set one hoo- foot, out of their cells, use the Elements of Harmony.” She whispered quickly, then raised her head before Twilight could answer. “Shall we go Nose Dive?” She asked, getting the expected response of, “Yes your highness.”

Together, the princess and the guard left the throne room, heading towards their waiting carriage. As they left, everypony in the room shared the same thought: This can't end well.

----Somewhere Outside of Ponyville, Equestria----

“This. Is. Fucking. Bullshit.” Private First Class Riley Hudson nodded in agreement to Private Katie Houston's remark. Katie had a large, slightly bloody, white bandage over her head, covering her left eye as well. She sat in the late Sergeant Carter O'Brien's seat aboard the APC, which was in the confines of the dropship Flynn had piloted into the gardens. “Fucking aliens, horses, weird devil dragon things, according to Mack.” She said in a sarcastic tone. “I can handle aliens.” She followed up, which was followed by Private Matt Sheckly muttering, “Apparently not.” Houston threw him a glare before continuing. “And I can handle horses. But really? Devil dragons?”

“It wasn't a devil dragon, it was a, big dragon goat motherfucker.” Tiberius corrected, grimacing at how stupid it sounded, even to himself. Tiberius glanced over to where King was sitting. In front of him, Samuels lay unconscious. After a mixture of antibiotics, morphine, blood loss and stress, Samuels had passed out while the flew away from the now battle scarred garden. A lot of his armor had taken the damage, but not enough. He had major lacerations, and heavy blood loss, and while King was technically a corpsman, he didn't have the same medical training as Samuels or Holman. His odds weren't good.

Tiberius looked around the APC. “Where's Hudson and Sheckly?” He asked, looking over to Houston.

“They got over watch on the hilltop.” She responded, reaching beside her and unplugging her PDA from the charger. “I'm gonna see if I can contact any other units. Their radios might be out, but if they still have their PDA's, I can get in touch.

Houston tapped the screen of the PDA. “Got one, it's... Holy shit.” Her eyes went wide.

“Who is it? Is it Cook?” Tiberius asked, making his way to her, and looking at her screen.

SEARCHING FOR CONNECTION

RECIEVING LINK DATA

PRIVATE WILLIAM J. HUDSON

AWAITING CONNECTION VERIFICATION

CONNECTION ACHIEVED

“William Hudson? As in, Riley's brother?” Tiberius whispered, his eyes wide.

“Yeah. Yeah, he was issued a PDA so... yeah.” Houston responded, nodding her head slowly.

“If he's here, do you think the rest of Gorman's Grunts are?” Tiberius asked, resting one arm over her shoulder and leaning in beside her.

“Maybe, if he made it, then... yeah, maybe. I,” Houston paused and glanced towards the APC doorway, then at Bishop, who was enthralled in an old novel. “I don't think we should tell Riley yet, not until we know for sure.” She said, keeping her voice low. “I also don't think this is something we should be sharing.”

Tiberius nodded as Houston started working with the PDA once more. “I'm gonna try and hone in on the signal.” Houston said, her right eye narrowing in concentration. “I'm losing it.” She said, typing faster.

CLIENT LOOSING CONNECTION

CONNECTION LOST

Houston let out a sigh of relief, and slumped in her seat while Tiberius stared blankly at the red text. “Did you get it?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes sir, coordinates are-” Houston was cut off as Riley Hudson flew the door open, and poked his head inside.

“Unknown contacts incoming, I'm counting five at least.” He said to Tiberius. Tiberius nodded and grabbed his M41A Pulse Rifle from the rack.

“Houston, stay with Samuels and King.” Tiberius ordered, thumbing the safety off his rifle.

“Sir, I-”
“Houston , Flynn doesn't have a rifle, King can't fight, and Samuels is out, You only have one good eye, and I need someone I can trust to hold the ship.” Tiberius said, grabbing his helmet and snapping it on.

“Yes sir.” Houston said dejectedly, grabbing her own rifle and holding it lazily as Tiberius exited the APC.

“Sheckly, I want eyes on targets, are they coming in hot?” Tiberius asked, leading Hudson down the ramp of the ship.

“Umm, they're... horses?”

“Where are they?” Tiberius asked, stepping off the ramp and onto grassy hill.

“Behind you.”

“Sheckly I swear to God if...” Tiberius stared at the sight before him. A tall white marble colored unicorn, pegasus thing with a crown on its head, flanked by a similarly white unicorn with a bandaged snout and electric blue hair – which Tiberius found obnoxious. On either side of those were four white unicorns, and four white pegasi, all armed with fine made spears.

Absurdly, Tiberius' first thought was: 'R.J would hate this place.' This was proceded by Tiberius raising his rifle and setting it to automatic, because all problems can be solved with automatic. Beside him, Hudson was doing a similar action, but he was raising his sniper rifle and cocking the slide back. “Drop the weapons.” Tiberius ordered, keeping his aim – and gaze – on the queen horse. “Make one wrong move, and I'll blow your head off.” He said coldly, his hazel eyes never leaving the queen's almost cute, albeit piercing, eyes.

“We have you outnumbered.” The one with blue hair next to the Queen said in an equally cold tone as Tiberius.

“And he can punch a round of metal and lead into your Queen's skull at two hundred yards.” Tiberius said. On cue, a small red dot appeared on the Queen's forehead, just below the long ass horn.

In response, the Queen's eyes narrowed. “I'm sure we can work this out.” She said coolly.

“I'm sure too, now drop the weapons.”

The Queen and Tiberius stared one another down until the Queen said, “Stand down.” Her order was not met with groans or mutters as the marines would. The guard's spears snapped upward, pointing their tips into the air.

“Good. Sheckly, stand down, but keep her in your sights.” Tiberius said, making sure the Queen knew where she stood: Hell's gates if she made the wrong move.

There were a few seconds of hostile silence before it was broken by the Queen. “I am Princess Celestia, co-ruler of the kingdom of Equestria.”

Tiberius lowered his rifle so it was still aimed in her direction. “Staff Sergeant Mack Tiberius, Colonial Marines of Earth. Why are we here Princess.” He asked still keeping his cold gaze on her.

Her eyes seemed to soften slightly. “That would be through the actions of my student. I'm afraid the spell she preformed had unforeseen consequences.”

Tiberius lowered the rifle to the ground. “So this was pretty much your student's fault?” He asked.

“Not fault, it was an accident.” She said.

“Accident or not, I want to give this fucking girl the Goddamn Medal of Honor. Celestia tilted her head. “Thanks to your little student, by squad isn't dead. Had it not been for her, I know myself, and the rest of my team would be dead right now.” He said with a smirk. “And we got saved by a little girl and a spell.”

Tiberius remembered Hudson's PDA. “Are there anymore Marines here?” He asked.

Celestia nodded. “Three more are here with us. A girl, Rin Han, and a male, Robert Jackson.” There is one more with us, but his name is unknown.

Tiberius breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't matter where they were, they were out of that damn facility. And that unknown. It could be Will Hudson. But Tiberius needed more proof other than a talking unicorn princess.

“How many humans are here?” Celestia asked, gazing at the ship curiously.

Tiberius' eyes narrowed and he gripped the rifle harder. “Why?” He asked.

The Princess's gaze returned back to his, but instead of her old piercing eyes, She met his steely piercing gaze with a tender, yet authoritative, look. “So we can help you, and get you home.

At this Tiberius slowly shook his head, while Hudson snorted and gave a harsh laugh. “Home? Home is where the hearth is eh?” Hudson said, looking at the Princess. All the humor drained from his dull green eyes, and were replaced with a raw hatred, not for her, but for everything. “Lady, we ain't got a home no more, and you sure as hell ain't sending us back to that shit hole.” He said, powering the laser dot on his rifle. “So you just get THAT thought out of your little head Missy.” The guard with blue hair was glaring at Hudson, and tensing his muscles to attack.

“Hudson secure that shit!” Tiberius ordered, throwing him a look. “He's right though, we are NOT going back there. However, the helping part we could use. We have seven people here. One hurt, one unconscious, he's hurt pretty bad, and he's was the only medic left.”

The Princess gave a warm smile. “I'm sure something could be arranged.” She said. “I think there is much we could learn from each other.” She said.

“Yeah... I think that'll be a one way transfer.” He said, eyeing the spears.
The princess's eyes once again narrowed. “Why don't we have a look at your wounded? Guards, stay out here, Captain, with me. If we may?” She asked, staring at Tiberius expectantly.

“Yeah. Hudson, stay out here with them. If she does something, just kill them and come help me.” He said, motioning with his rifle for the Princess and her guard to follow.

“I do not think that will be necessary.” The Princess said warily.

“Uh-Huh, you coming?”

Despite it all, Celestia couldn't help but grin slightly. This was so much easier than she'd anticipated. These humans were not like the savage brutes from long ago – although they were still brutes. Although one line kept repeating itself over and over in her mind: “Punch a round of metal and lead into your Queen's skull.” Normally she wouldn't be fazed by such a threat, but these humans... a device like that was all too possible. And did she really look like a Queen?

----Canterlot Dungeons, Equestria----

For once in her long, long, long life, Princess Luna wished she was back in the court room. Listening to royals blab on about their measly problems, and going over the tax reports. She'd rather be in another unaccepted town during Nightmare Night. She would rather be on the moon! Anywhere but under the cold, piercing glare of the human girl in front of her. It was obvious that the human's arm was in need of re-bandaging, and she wouldn't risk the lives of her subjects for it. Although her sister wouldn't allow a “Sentient” creature to perish in the cells. This meant that Luna had to retrieve the human. In order to do that, she would need to knock it out. In order to do that, she would need to get close. It was holding something behind it's back, but Luna couldn't get it without possibly hurting the human. She couldn't make conversation, it was deaf. Maybe writing? If her assumption was correct, they had the same written language. It was either that or storm into the cell swords swinging.

Luna magically retrieved multiple rolls of scrolls, and two quills, the action causing the human's eyes to narrow suspiciously. “Guards, I require a table and chair.” She said to the guard on her left.

“Yes your highness!” He shouted, not curtly, but nervously, then sped out of the room. Luna watched him leave curiously, then looked back at the human. She had followed the guard too, and when she faced Luna, she had a wicked smirk on her face.

Luna stared at the human, unamused. This caused the human to let out a loud bark of laughter, then stop abruptly, and stare at the ground. She stared at the ground for a few more seconds before looking back up at the Princess, her cold glare returned full force.

Luna sighed inwardly. Just when she thought she'd made some progress. The guard returned, levitating a table and one chair. He set the table down against the bars of the cage, and set the chair opposite from the bars.

Luna thanked him and sat down in the chair. “You guards are dismissed, I want it to be as comfortable as possible.” The guards exchanged glances, then saluted, and filed out.

Luna levitated the scrolls and quills onto the table, then pushed one scroll, and one quill through the bars into the cell.

The human watched them as they floated roughly a foot from her, and settled to the ground. She stared at the two objects for a few seconds, then flicked her ice blue eyes back to Luna. Luna noted that when the eyes weren't glaring with hatred, they were actually quite beautiful. They were much like her own.

The human cautiously stood up, her right hand tucking something in her pants, and her left dangling by her side, and picked up the two writing instruments. She approached the cell bars and slowly sat back down, the table being just the right height for her.

Luna grabbed the quill and quickly wrote on the scroll: -Rin? Is that your name?- Luna turned the scroll to face the human, who studied it. The human looked back up to Luna. Luna could almost see the gears in her head spinning. 'It can't possibly be that dull witted that it doesn't know its name can it?' The human finally slowly nodded.

-What are you?- Luna wrote.

The human stared down at the quill and scroll, before picking the quill up. She held it up to the bars and raised an eyebrow, before bringing it back down and writing on the scroll. She then dropped the quill, and lifted the scroll to the bars.

-I'm Corporal Rin Han of the Colonial Marines, who the fuck are you?-

As much as Luna didn't appreciate the attitude, it was a start.

-I am Princess Luna, co-ruler of the kingdom of Equestria. What is a Colonial Marine?-

Rin laughed once again, before writing, -Your worst fucking nightmare, that's what.-

Luna decided to ignore that last statement and cut to the matter at hoof. -Your arm, we need to change the bandage.-

Rin looked down at her arm, then back to Luna. She shook her head and smirked deviously. -Uh-Uh, we're not done here. You said co-ruler, who's the other?-

This creature obviously wasn't as dull as Luna had first perceived.

-My sister, Celestia.-

Rin chuckled. -Oh, Luna and Celestia, I get it. Real fucking clever.- Her eyes grew darker. -Where's R.J?-

Luna contemplated her answer before writing, -He's safe, but he's causing quite a commotion.-

Rin's head bobbed as if say, “Yeah.” Then, as she was looking at the floor, Rin spotted something. She motioned for Luna to lean closer, and picked whatever it was off the floor.

Luna leaned closer to the bars, an was watching Rin's hand, when she suddenly reached behind her and grasped something.

Luna barley had time to pull back from the bars before the knife slammed into the table with a loud THUNK! Luna stared at the knife in the table, where her head had been just seconds ago, then back to Rin, who now held a look of disappointment and anger.

Rin then picked up the quill and began writing. When she was done she shoved the scroll through the bars of the cage and upside down onto the table.

Hesitantly, Luna flipped the page over. -You should search your captives. And don't come back without R.J, and the key to my cell door.- Luna looked up from the scroll and saw Rin slowly walk back to her cage, cradling her arm tenderly.

When she reached the far corner, she sat down and held her arm in her lap, staring at Luna with Luna had not seen before on her face. There was defeat in her sapphire eyes. Defeat, with anger, and sadness, and pain. Luna turned and slowly walked away from the human deep in thought as she made her way back to the castle.

She didn't know why, but she wanted to stay with the Rin. Make her feel better somehow. Help her. Without the fear of being attacked. Rin hadn't made any move to attack until she'd mentioned R.J.

“When Tia gets back, I am SO going to tell her off for this.” Luna muttered, her slippers clicking on the cobblestone. She wasn't going back to the meeting room, the royals could wait. She was going to her room to think, sleep, and forget.

----Somewhere Outside of Ponyville, Equestria----

They stared, and he stared right back. It was natural, they amused him, and he frightened them. Unbeknownst to the guards, a second stared at them as well. Or rather, he stared at his scope, which stared a cold merciless stare into the head of one of the guards.

“So...” One of the guards said, looking around at the ship. “This thing really flies? It doesn't look all that good at flying.” He said, noting the fact that it was made of metal, metal, and a little bit of plexiglass.

“Yeah, you should stop talking before Flynn hears you and tears you a new asshole.” Hudson said casually as he leaned against the ship, his rifle in his hands.”And you guards don't look all that tough, with your stupid gold armor, and spears. I mean, the spears I can understand, you're horses, it's not like you have technology.” This comment received glares from the guards. “But gold armor? Really? First off, that armor looks flimsy as wet shit, second off, it doesn't even cover your weak spots. I mean Christ, your whole fucking neck is exposed, I could just get up and slit that thing no problem! What?” He asked when he received glares and wide eyes. “Pussies.”

----Weyland-Yutani Scientific Outpost Alpha, Administration, Planet LV-426----

“I hate stairs.” Private William Hudson muttered as he stared over the edge of the staircase, giving him a perfect view of the darkness below. The power to the Communications, and Alpha labs had been cut, giving him a nice view of hellish red lights, all consuming darkness, then more hellish red lights. Fucking superb. A motion tracker, a pistol with one and a half magazines, a map and body armor. That would not do.

As soon as Hudson had stepped out of the room, he'd turned right back around, and grabbed the two maps. According to the map, there was an armory in the Cell Block, as well as Security, but he would be damned before he went back there.

Hudson let out a ragged sigh, and started down the staircase, pistol in hand. He winced as he accidentally bumped the rail, causing his arm to smart again. Then, a horrifying though occurred to him. Do they smell blood? It was a good possibility. “Fuck this.” Hudson said, his voice increasing.

He switched tactics from, slow and steady, and leap down one flight of stairs, turn on the platform, and leap down the next. At one point he'd jumped, and landed on one of the xenomorph's backs. Luckily, its exoskeleton held up to the weight, so he didn't get acid all over his boots. Instead, he just shot the fucker in the back of the head.

Hudson looked up from the corpse and saw that he'd reached the promise land, Cell Block! Hudson swore as he fumbled for the map in his pocket. After much muttering and swearing by God, Hudson managed to pull the map out and hold the pistol with one hand, not wanting to open the wound on his left arm. He read the map in the red gloom, and found the security armory. It wasn't too far from his position. 100 hundred meters north, 150 counting the detours to get there. Hudson had a feeling that number was going to double before this was over. Hudson unceremoniously stuffed the map back into his pocket and continued down the gloomy hall.

“Why are emergency lights red? Like, really? Is it just like, 'Oh shit, this place is fucked! Let's go ahead and scare the living shit out of people as they search for an exit!' And in a fucked up lab like this?” Hudson shook his head. “You know what? Fuck the police. When I get out of here, and I fucking will, I'm going to live in the wilderness.” He thought about it. “Nah, too much work, I'll just live with the homeless. I have a fucking rifle, I could get whatever the fuck I wanted on the street.” After devising his foolproof retirement plan, Hudson rounded the corner of the hallway, and started down the next.

According to what the map said, Hudson was only two fucked up corners away from salvation. “Then after the salvation, the retribution shall come.” Hudson muttered with a short laugh. The whole time, his motion tracker was silent. As he'd experienced however, that could change fast. It seemed like all he needed to do was not piss them the fuck off, and they wouldn't notice him. For a short time. As he'd found out, if you piss them off enough, they'll just hunt you down. Hudson figured he was on the borderline of safe, and fucked. 'Okay, If I see another, I'll... hide. Run, something. I don't want to draw attention when all I got is a pistol. Once I get to the armory, I'll fuck shit up, until then, their suffering will have to wait.'

Hudson's motion tracker started to go off. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” Hudson shot a glance at the tracker. One target, ten meters ahead of him. Hudson looked around frantically, before he saw a small compartment. Hudson unclipped the tracker, and slid it across the floor, thinking the sound would attract the Xeno, and threw the compartment door upward, revealing a black hole.

Without a pause, Hudson gripped the top of the compartment, just under the door, and slid his legs inside. Only to find, that they didn't hit a wall, and that the compartment went down. 'Shit.' It was a laundry shoot. A fucking laundry shoot, in a scientific research station on a hostile planet, in a cell block, that seemed to have no purpose. 'Seriously, fuck my life.'

Hudson felt himself falling, but kept his grip on the edge. However, his fingers were blocking the door from closing. Hudson let go, and grabbed the bottom of the compartment, swearing softly as the door banged shut on his finger tips.

And there Hudson hung, hanging by his fingertips, and being weighed down by his armor in a small, cramped tube. The motion tracker beeped wildly as the Xeno got nearer. 'Keep going, you keep going you big black cocksucker.' The beeping reached the climax, then started falling off. After a few seconds, the beeping was gone.

Hudson breathed out a curse of relief and started to hoist himself back up. It was hard going, with much swearing and armor clanging about, but eventually he fell out of the laundry shoot and back onto the floor. He picked himself up off the floor, and grabbed the now silent motion tracker. He started into a brisk jog, wanting to get there in a hurry. Finally, he found it, a small sign that said, “Cell Block Security” hung above the metal door.

Hudson didn't even bother trying to open it and instead went right to the control pad to the right of the door. After a few seconds of extra vulgar curses, the security door slid open with a quiet FWIP. Hudson did a happy hop into the room, turned and slid the door shut behind him. Hudson then fiddled with the control pad, his distinct lack of PDA making everything harder, and was able to lock the door once more.

After that, he looked around the small room. There were monitors everywhere, as well as a few desks, some benches, and another large metal door. Hudson skipped merrily, his armor clanging, and started on the control pad for the door. His jolly attitude died quickly. “Ooh, fuck you. Fuck you. I will fucking stab you. You BITCH!” As he yelled “Bitch,” he jammed two of the wires together, and was rewarded with the door opening. Hudson stepped into the armory, and grinned like a madman.

Pulse rifles, ammunition, pistols, grenades, thermite mines, smartguns, sniper rifles, grenade launchers, RPG's, flamethrowers, automated sentry guns, antipersonnel shotguns, body armor, helmets. “Their retribution is at hand.”

----Somewhere Outside of Ponyville, Equestria----

“This is Flight Corporal Archer Flynn, he's our pilot. That's Private Katie Houston, our technician. Watch out for her, she's a fierce one.”

“Damn straight.”

“On the table is Private Flag Samuels, our corpsman, or medic. That there is King, our android, he's... You know what, never mind. That hard guy outside with the big gun? That was Private First Class Riley Hudson, he's one of our snipers.” At this Celestia froze, although Tiberius didn't see it. "Back on the hill, the one who put that red dot on you, that was Private First Class Matt Sheckly, our other sniper. That's everyone here. You said you got R.J and Rin in jail. Rin is in charge of munitions and gear, and R.J is our smartgunner.” Tiberius ended, turning back to her. “King here is a medical expert, but he's more into cutting things open and finding out how they tick. If you have a medic with you I'll let him have a look at him.” Tiberius offered.

Celestia shook her head. “That won't be necessary. If you wish, I could have him transported to Canterlot for professional help, no offense.” She said, giving King an apologetic look.

“None taken.” He said sincerely.

“Uh-uh, if he goes we go. Sorry Princess, but I'm not sending one of my men alone into unknown territory, not even Samuels.”

Celestia nodded her head. “I understand.” She said, then her voice grew more authoritative. “And I'm sure you understand when I say that this ship will not be allowed to fly in Canterlot airspace.”

Flynn hid his curse under a snort, and decided to return to the cockpit before he got pissed. Celestia watched him go in slight annoyance. Never before had she been treated so disrespectfully, even by dragons. Although she'd take disrespectful over violent any day. “We will also address Miss Houston's injury as well.”

“It's not that bad.” Houston muttered and glanced at at the floor.

“How do you expect to get us to Camelot?” Tiberius asked, raising a brow.

“Canterlot, and the same way I came.” The Princess responded.

“I was afraid you'd say that.” Tiberius said with a slight shake of his head.

It was Celestia's turn to raise a brow. “Afraid of heights?”

Tiberius chuckled. “Only when I'm being dragged behind flying horses in a gold carriage, with no top I should add.”

The Princess gave him a reassuring smile. “It's not that bad I assure you.”

“Speak for yourself, you got wings, I just fall.” He muttered bitterly.

Throughout this whole scene, the pony Celestia had introduced as Captain Shining Armor, was positively seething, and trying to hold himself back. It wasn't every day that you're given the order to stand and ignore aliens while they disrespect the Princess.

“Shall we depart?” Celestia asked with a faint grin.

Tiberius gave her a deadpanned expression, then activated his comms. “Okay, Sheckly and Flynn, stay here with the ship, I'm taking Houston, King, Hudson, and Samuels with me to Canterlot for medical attention and... diplomatic reasoning.”

Celestia giggled loudly as Sheckly whined in a child like voice, “Aww, but sarge! I wanna see the pony city too~!”

Tiberius groaned and radioed Flynn. “Corporal, watch the kid, Daddy's got to go to work.”

This was proceeded by Flynn speaking in a terrible high pitched voice. “Sure thing sugar! Get back soon! Tee Hee!”

Sheckly then got back on the comms. “Mommy, mommy! I want some candy! Please? I weally weally want some!”

“Yes. Yes, let us depart. Now.”

----Canterlot Castle Personal Study, Equestria----

“Twi? Twi, are ya okay?” Applejack asked, watching Twilight as she gazed longingly out the window of the study. It wasn't like her to ignore this many accumulated books in one place, and it was worrying the other elements.

“No, I'm not. I'm worried about the Princess and my brother. Those humans, they have amazing technology.” She shook her head. “It scares me to think about what they can do.”

Rainbow Dash paused her armature hoof-fu training and stood next to Twilight. “C'mon Twi, the Princess can handle herself, she's one tough mare. And your brother... well... He's pretty cool too!”

Pinkie-Pie poked her head from her book fort in one corner of the room to keep invading aliens out. “Oh they're fine Twilight! The humans aren't THAT bad! They killed the mean things too!”

Rainbow Dash trotted over to the book fort. “Uh Pinkie, I don't think that fort is gonna do much against-”

“Rainbow NO~!” Pinkie-Pie screamed dramatically as Rainbow Dash snapped the tripwire, making a quiet, TWANG.

“Pinkie?” Rainbow asked fearfully as above her, the net containing the dictionaries fell. Rainbow Dash's leg twitched from under the pile of dictionaries old and new alike.

“Rainbow!” Pinkie-Pie hollered. “Now I have to reset the trap! And you scared Fluttershy!”

Fluttershy was currently hiding in a fort of her own, but it was made of bookshelves instead of books. Her wide blue eyes poked out between a crack in the shelves at the mention of her name.

Twilight turned back to the window. “It'll be okay Twi.”

As she said that, Twilight saw the carriages come into view. “There she is!” Twilight exclaimed, then jumped back from the window, and started galloping towards the door. Applejack followed while Rarity helped Rainbow Dash from under the pile of books. Pinkie-Pie jumped through the window of her fort and procceded to hop and jump around the various tripwires and pressure plates until she reached her perimeter. Fluttershy managed to worm her way between two shelves and plop onto the floor, after which, she got up and galloped out after the others.

The guards at the end of the hall allowed them access to the landing pad. “Princess we-” Twilight and the other Elements stood stock still.

“Fuck, there's more.”

“The entire species seems to be equine. Four different types. Wings, horns, both, and none.

“Fascinating King.

“I'm already sick of this place.”

“Girls.” Princess Celestia started. “Meet the Colonial Marines.”