Dropped Into Equestria

Corporal John Smith

Age; 33

ID# 408151623

Misfit Squad, 2nd Platoon, 35 Battalion

United States Interplanetary Marine Corps F.R.O.D.U. (Fast Response Orbital Deployment Unit)

Low Atmosphere above Earth

United States of America Interplanetary Forces Space Station Foxtrot-Romeo 029A 'Clinton'

August 3, 2045

5:27 a.m.

"Gentleman, yesterday Russia has crossed the line. Our old friend President Putin has ordered the invasion of Ukraine, and unlike in 2013, he is not hiding behind Ukrainian Separatists. The Chernihiv-Bryansk checkpoint border was overrun by Spetsnaz forces early yesterday morning. But this is why we are nearly constantly on this space station; to quickly rain the will of Uncle Sam down upon his enemies and make them wish we used OKAS (Orbital Kinetic bombardment Arsenal Station)." explained Maj. Howard, the local stereotypical hard-ass marine on-board the Clinton. He usually gave this speech before mission, get morale up. He waved his hand in the air in-front of him and a hexagonal map appeared. "The Misfits will insert here," he pointed at a water tower on a hill towards the north-west side of the map, "and provide recon about area, as it is suspected that Russian forces are using active camouflage and thermal dampening. After that, you will move to secure the western section of the actual checkpoint."

After that, I blanked out. I had my orders and that was that. Next thing I knew, a squad-mate was tapping me on the shoulder and I was moving towards prep area. I put on my Exoskeleton, and grabbed my M27 and M1911. It may be over 130 years old but even after both World Wars, Korea, Vietnam, Operation Desert Storm, Iraq and Afghanistan, and that leads to my service, which adds Korea again. It had seen heavy modification, some by my father and some by me. My dad added a night sight, a muzzle mod that allowed silencers to be put on, and extended the magazine by 3, while I added a laser pointer.

I got into my assigned drop pod and waited for the rest of my squad to get in. "I see College Boy is still already in first, as usual." joked PFC White, strapping in. That was my nickname, 'College Boy'. I earned it because, as the name suggests, I was the only person in my squad that went to college before joining the Marines. I remained silent, just raising my middle finger at him. "Hey look guys; I'm number one!"

"Alright, that's enough. Drop is in 5 minutes. Remember, if things don't go as planned a OKAS strike will be called." said my sergeant, Sgt. Washington. I hoped it didn't come to that, having experienced a danger close strike I barely survived. Everyone else got in and true to his word, the pod soon started moving. First pressurizing and then extending from the station.

A synthesized, British voice announced in my ear "1 minute to drop, sir." That was C.A.L (Combat Analysis and Logistics System), an A.I designed to help and assist soldiers on and off the battlefield.

Everything past that was a blur; the initial drop and the minutes after. After that we activated the onboard camera to view the ground in a screen on the celling. Then, boom! Anti-Aircraft guns lit up our pods. Most of the shots missed, however one got a lucky hit us. It knocked me out and when I awoke, I found that I was the only survivor. The shockwave must have killed them. I thought. FUCK! I NEED TO ACTIVATE THE ONBOARD PROPULSION! The intense near zero gravity made it nearly impossible to undo my straps and reach for the controls. "FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!" I screamed as I plugged in my I.W.M.D (Interactive Wrist Mounted Display) to Sergeant Washington's station and then I screamed "CAL! ACTIVATE PROPULSION SYSTEM!"

My face was slammed into the floor. I slowly got up and undid Washinton's straps and placed his corpse in my spot, while I took his place at the helm. The celling was static, meaning that the camera was destroyed by the blast. That meant that my job of landing this pod would be harder, however the altimeter was still working. The approach was slowed by the propulsion, which was designed to slow the pod to the point where the soldiers within wouldn't be killed or seriously injured. However it wasn't slowing as fast as it should, meaning that some of the system was damaged.

That altimeter wasn't worth shit, as I soon came to realize when I was slammed against the wall and pressed there for a few seconds. I realized then that the altitude wouldn't tell me where the ground was, how far away it was, and whether it was dirt, sand, or water. Only how far above sea-level I was. I stood up and gave the door a kick. It crinkled and pushed out a bit. Another kick made the door fly away and sunshine shown in. I was not, however, met with the cold fall Ukrainian day I expected. It was sunny, bright, a bit like my childhood in northern Pennsylvania. I was also surrounded by apple trees. "Well.... looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, Todo. Time to find civilization, which shouldn't be too hard as usually this amount of apple trees don't grow like this."

I got out, rifle in hand, walked around the pod, and immediately was met by a farmhouse and barn. "Well, that was easy." I muttered. "HELLO!" I yelled, running towards the house. I was made faster by my EXO and was at the house's stairs within seconds. What was on the porch surprised me.

A pony, with green fur and wrinkles all over its body. It was in a rocking chair, snoring loudly. I whistled and waved my hand in front of its face "Yo, you awake." After a few seconds of nothing, I muttered "Dammit. I better save power in this thing, seeing how I seem to be in the land of Oz." I undid the straps on my EXO and took it off. After it all was off, I laid it on a nearby picnic table. Next came my helmet, which opened up like Iron Man's helmet that could magnify, and provide objectives, injury reports, a radio, and a mini-map. Then came my T.A.G (Tactical Assistance Glasses), IWMD, WMGL (Wrist Mounted Grenade Launcher), rifle, and holster. All laid down on the table. I myself, laid down on the bench and closed my eyes for a nap. Being a Marine, I quickly learned to sleep anytime, anywhere. The table must have just been able to hold all the weight on it, as it creaked and croaked as I adjusted myself.

I was awoken by something poking me "You awake, sonny."

Shocked and my mind jumping back to Paris Island (which is where the train the Interplanetary Marine Corps, it originally being an extension of the Marine Corps, like the Air Force during World War 2), I quickly shot to my feet and saluted "Corporal Jonathan Smith, Identification Number 408151623, United States Interplanetary Marine Corps, Non-Commissioned Officer of Misfit Squadron, 2nd Platoon, 35th Battalion."

"Ah guess so. That's quite a long name sonny. Ah can't imagine why your ma and pa gave it to ya. What are ya sonny?" I looked down and saw the green pony at about my waist.

I silently mouthed What the fuck?! After a few seconds, I jumped to my senses and stopped saluting before explaining "Oh sorry, that's not my name. Just an old habit. I'm Jonathan Smith, but most people just call me John, and I'm a human."

"A hoo-man?" she asked.

"Human. Ya know, Homo Sapien."

She shook her head and said "Never heard of 'em. Ah'm Granny Smith, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, and if you don't mind me asking, where the hell am I?" I finally asked.

"Don't ya know, silly?! Yer in Equestria. How did ya get here anyway?" Granny asked.

"I don't know, but I think it involves my drop-pod over there." I pointed to the remains of the pod, which most likely reeked of decomposition and death.

"When did that get there?" Granny asked, completely baffled.

"A few hours ago, you slept through impact." Suddenly, it hit me. My friends and family, all gone. Dropped into a world without people, alone and armed to the teeth. "Oh god." I muttered as I collapsed against the bench.

"Ya alright, sonny?" she asked.

"No, no I am not Mrs. Smith. I'm the only one of my species in a world full of magical, talking ponies, and my entire squad is dead. All things considered, I'm definitely not alright. I'm quite not alright in fact." I muttered. I got up and put on all my gear before walking down the hill.

"Where ya goin!" Granny yelled.

"Anywhere." I continued down. A town was in the distance. It was probably full of ponies. Crap...........

Quick Frame of Reference of pictures

Corporal John Smith

M27

M1911

Exoskeleton