W.A.R

Harez woke up to something shuffling. He slowly opened his eyes. It was one of the ponies, the purple one to be exact. She was reading a book, while shuffling across the floor. He slowly got up from the bed. He wore his uniform on while he slept. The bed was a bit dusty because of it, but he would live. The rest were still asleep. He let them be, as they weren't the ones that had to go argue with Celestia. The purple pony noticed him as he walked over to the dresser, taking his M16-A3. He slung it around his shoulder onto his back. He headed straight for the door.

"Uhm, were are you going?.." The purple one asked him right before he opened the door. He looked over towards her.

"To go argue with your princess." He'd say back, then opening the door, walking out, and closing it. He started down the long corridor ahead of him. They were pretty far from the Throne room. And he left really early. She said somewhere at about 8:00. It was 6:12. He decided to take a walk. He looked out into the open sky from the pillars, and saw a flight of stairs going down. He took it. There was some kind of, salad, restaurant? He honestly didn't know. The view was almost amazing, and it reminded him of earth. He wondered if he would ever get to be able to go back home. He wasn't so sure if he could, but he just stayed at that one spot. Instead of taking a walk, he just stood there.

It had been an hour and a half. He got up, and started towards the throne room. It was nice to take a little break once in a while. He walked through the many corridors, finally leading up to the Throne room. It was 7:59. He waited. And he waited.. And, he waited.. 8:00. He opened the doors, entering the gigantic room again, seeing Celestia and Luna on their royal thrones. He saw the wooden chair placed in front of the thrones. He sat in it, and began the argument again.

"So, your going to disgrace us for something that we didn't have a choice to do? We are technically protecting ourselves, and your people as well. Without our help, your little ponies, would be gone." He'd say in an angry tone. Celestia was about to speak, but Luna spoke up first. She backed down, letting her younger sister handle it, and seeing how she would handle the situation.

"If you hadn't had come here, this wouldn't have happened!"

"WELL IS IT LIKE I HAD A CHOICE? HELL NO! I GOT NO SAY IN IT!"

"YOU'RE OUTLANDERS, NOT FROM THIS WORLD! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?"

"REPAY YOU? REPAY YOU FOR WHAT? YOU DIDN'T GIVE US ANYTHING, UNTIL YOU FINALLY OFFERED THIS TO BE OUR COMMANDING CENTER. NOW EITHER YOU LET US GO TO OUR WORK, AND FIGHT THE WAR. OR YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE CAN JUST DIE IN A HOLE, AND WE'LL JUST LEAVE. WE DON'T HAVE TO BE HERE TO PROTECT HERE. BUT WE HAVE HONOR!"

"HONOR? WHAT HONOR IS IT TO DESTROY THE HOMES OF HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE WHO CANNOT DEFEND THEMSELVES?"

"THIS IS HOW I SEE IT. THEY GAVE UP THEIR HOUSES. WE DEFENDED THEM. FAIR TRADE? A HOUSE FOR A LIFE. I WOULD THINK SO!"

"WE HAVE TO PUT UP MORE THINGS THAN YOU EVER DO! WE DO NOT NEED SUCH BATTLES BEING HELD, AND THIS NONSENSE." He stopped when she said that.. He looked down at his feet for a few minutes, then slowly looked back up.

"You have to deal with more things than we ever do? YOUR WORLD IS PEACEFUL. WE HAVE WAR. TOWNS BEING DESTROYED, NO, CITIES. EMPIRES BEING BROUGHT DOWN. NUKES, BOMBS, MILLIONS, BILLIONS OF PEOPLE DIE-ING. WORLD HUNGER. HOMELESS PEOPLE. WAR. YOU ARE THE SENTIENT SPECIES HERE IN THIS PLANET! YOU DO NOT FIGHT! YOU HAVE FRIENDSHIP, AND PASSION." He'd slowly regain his breath.

"Our world, does not. We've had three, three giant wars that happened. World War One, World War Two, and The Civil War. Those, were the massive wars.. Millions of people dead. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT!" He yelled at them. The guards started to step a few steps forward.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE!" This time, he slung his gun to his arms. The guards moved quickly in position behind him, spears ready. He looked at the gun, and threw it on the ground. The guards were still in their positions.

"NOW, YOU TELL ME, IF YOU'VE EXPERIENCED ANYTHING THAT WE HAVE. YOU HAVEN'T!" He'd yell one last time. That one thing she said, made him angry... He wanted to grab her face, pull the pin on a grenade, and stick it down her throat. Walk away, and let her die. But he had honor, but he didn't know if they knew what honor was.. He'd grab his gun, sling it around his back, and barge through the guards. The argument, was ended way earlier than expected. It was only 8:23. He kicked the door open, walking out. He bumped into the Purple pony, and her whole, 'group'..

"W-We couldn't help but hear what was going on. We heard it all the way from our rooms." He'd slowly look at them, still a twitch in his eye. Then he finally said something after waiting a few minutes of pure silence.

"Look, its not your peoples fault." He said, then walked a few steps. Stopped, and turned his head. "Its your governments." He then finally walked off. He opened the door to the room that they stayed in, the rest of the soldiers sitting up on their beds. They had heard most of it.

"We could hear it through the walls. All you need to do is calm down man. You know what happens when you get this angry." James said to him, carefully trying not to tick him off.

"After she said that, all I could think about was F.H.L.. I-I don't know why. F.H.L was nothing related to what she said, but I just thought of it.. It got me, angry, and yelling." He said as he sat down onto his bed, setting the gun down. He put his hands on his face.

"I just need to relax. That's all." The ponies walked in one by one. The purple one came up to Harez. Harez looked up.

"I-I Know this isn't a good time to bring it up. But I don't think we have actually introduced ourselves. I'm Twilight, that's Pinkie Pie, AppleJack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy." She said, pointing to each one of them. Harez stood up.

"Well, nice to meet you all.." He said, now relaxed from the argument, getting his mind off of it.

"I'm Harez, the leader of the whole battalion. This is James, Quin, and George." He'd point to each one as well. James was black, Quin was Caucasian, and George was Mexican. He stuck out his hand for a handshake, then put it down after realizing that she had no hands.. He sat down at the bed once again, and decided to lay down for a little bit, and chat with everyone.