Author's Note

I take great pride in knowing what I'm doing. Crossovers are simple to me.

Here is some information on Tychus Findlay.

Weapons:

C-14 Gauss Rifle: Fires .838 Tungsten Projectile

Chaingun: Rapid-Fire 2.50 Cal. Destroyer Rounds

Shredder Grenade: High Explosive, Fragmentation Grenade

Armor:

Hard-Skin: Double's the wearer's size and physical traits, vacuum tight with it's own life support system and start-of-the-art HUD.

Prologue

Tychus Findlay woke up on the iron cot in his cell, remembering where he was in an instant. It was not even 'O-five-hundred when he had already gone through his morning excercises, push-ups, sit-ups, etc.

Maybe today they'll fucking let me out of here. He thought to himself. I have a few questions for the blue bitch that poked around in my head. He reached over and turned on the radio they had given him before sitting on his cot, reading one of the many books provided by 'Twilight Sparkle' after turning on a reading light.

He found a little comfort in the song, humming along as he read the book.

"Mister Findlay?" A voice inquired, snapping his attention to the cell door as a lavender mare with a purple mane and tail stepped into view. "Are you awake already?"

"Couldn't sleep, Miss Sparkle." Tychus grunted, "Some blue bitch was in my head... looking at my life... my pain... my agony."

There was a silence when Princess Luna stepped into view, Tychus charging towards her, ripping the flimsy iron door off it's hinges and pinning her to the wall.

"TYCHUS!!!" Twilight shouted, using her magic to pull him away and restrain him.

Tychus struggled in his glowing restraints, glowering at both princesses. "Twilight, there are two rules about me. One, nobody messes with me. Two, anybody who does winds up six feet under. You ponies may not condone my methods, but I'll be damned before I break my rules."

Luna dipped her head, her shimmering mane soothing Tychus' anger with it's nebula like appearance.

"Forgive us for our intrusion... Your pain pulled us into your dreams." Luna said as she rested a hoof on the Caucasian human's massive shoulder, adding, "We too, have murdered."

Tychus was taken aback and his jaw dropped. Here was the Princess of the Night ADMITTING to murder.

"But we are here on... another matter." Luna said, signaling for Twilight to release him.

Tychus was released from his luminescent shackles and he crossed his arms, puffing out his chest.

"Our sister wishes to speak with thee about a second chance, a way to repay your debts."

Tychus nodded and followed the princess as she led him out of the prison, noticing the guards casting him wary looks and gripping their spears tighter.

After Tychus woke up: (Approximately 48 hours ago)

"GET HIM!!!" A guard shouted as more guards surrounded Tychus in his Confederate Marine Corps (CMC) Powered Combat Suit, or 'Hard-Skin', drawing a laugh from the armored behemoth.

The guards surged forward, the first row eviscerated by Tychus' C-14 Gauss Rifle, each round punching through them. Tychus would have used his Chaingun or his Twin C-10 Gauss Pistols, but both were running low on ammunition, or his Shredder Grenades, but resorted to using his standard rifle after seeing his foes' armor.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK!!

He looked at the ammo counter on his Heads Up Display, reading that his rifle was empty, then tossing it aside, bringing his hands up. Tychus watched as pony after pony dropped as his fists slammed into them, a grin spreading across his face. This was what he lived for, combat.

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!

Tychus bellowed as his armor locked up from an energy spike and fell forward with a large 'CRASH', getting knocked out from the force of his face hitting the inside of his visor.

When he came around, he found that his armor, the prison that Mengsk had put on him, had been removed, along with the guilt of his actions. He rolled off his cot and made his way over to the sink, and saw his reflection. The bullet that had taken his life left a jagged, circular scar above his left eye. Just another reminder of his failures.

Present:

Tychus had heard about Celestia, the tales of her wisdom, her guidance, and her power, and when his eyes fell upon her sitting atop her throne, the word 'powerful' described her perfectly.

Her skin was the color of snow and her three-toned mane shimmered in the light, but that wasn't what Tychus noticed. It was her magenta eyes. He could see her patience holding back her power, waiting like a snake for the perfect chance to strike.

"Greetings Tychus Findlay." Celestia said, her voice calming his tensed muscles.

"Your majesty." He said as he knelt like a Medieval knight.

"Luna, Twilight, guards." She said to the other ponies in the room, "I would like to speak with him alone. You may rise, Tychus."

The other mares and guards left the room as Tychus noticed his armor, now plated with gold instead of blue and still bearing the designs and battle scars, and weapons had appeared next to Celestia's throne.

Celestia cleared her throat and said, without Tychus interrupting, "Tychus Findlay, I have seen the 'War Footage' stored in your armor, and I must say, you are an exceptional soldier. It would truly be a waste for a soldier of your caliber to serve his life sentences in a world where he has done no wrong. However, after convening with the Canterlot High Council, they say that if I were to let you free, it would only be to fill my vacant Honor Guard position, that way I take responsibility if you wrong our people. I am offering you a chance Tychus. Either you serve your life sentences, or you serve as my new Honor Guard."

Several hours later:

Tychus marched along the massive corridors in his Hard-Skin, guards snapping a crisp salute as they saw the Captain of the Royal Guard insignia on his chest plate, and shoulders. It was a no-brainer that he would take his only chance to be able to fight for a noble cause again. His Chaingun and C-14 were fastened to special holders on either side of his back, his C-10s in the leg holsters, and his Shredder Grenades were in their holders. How they got the ammunition didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was given a second chance.