Author's Note

Aftermath: Tychus' side

Tychus grumbled to himself as he removed the dented chestplate from his Hard-skin, and replaced it with a new one, hearing a series of metallic clicks as a series of locks shifted to hold it in place.

Back in his universe, it took about three minutes for an automated system to put on a Hard-skin... Now it only took him seconds to slip in and out of suit thanks to Twilight and the Canterlot Engineering Division.

"Is everything alright, Tychus?" Twilight asked as she stepped into his room.

Now, when it comes to rooms, you have a bed, dresser, workstation, and maybe even a pet. Tychus' room was an engineering wonderland.

It had eight walls, each decorated differently so he had sense of which way he was facing. On the South Wall, was the door and a diplomatic uniform. On the South-West Wall was a fully stocked kitchen made from old armor parts, a fridge, and several cabinets. On the West Wall was a window that arced all the way to the East Wall (meaning he knew what time it was at any given moment), and a dresser. On the North-West Wall was a door that led to his bathroom. On the North Wall was a simple cot with no sheets and only a single pillow. On the North-East Wall was an armor locker for spare armor plates, visors, etc. On the East Wall was a stim-pack production station, a weapons rack, a drawing bench, and a small workshop (with an unfinished Commando Rifle on the bench). On the the South-East Wall was a weight set and a punching bag. In the middle of it all was a Refit Station where he can slip out of his Hard-skin and perform some TLC to the Armor.

"How can anything be alright?" He grumbled back as he lit a cigar, puffing it a few times. "I was supposed to beat that fucker but all I got was my ass handed to me. HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?!? He THREW a three ton suit of armor like it was a damn paperweight!"

Twilight winced at the use of profanity but said nothing knowing that it was how Tychus vented his anger, then commented. "Big Mac is an Earth Pony, meaning he already has a monstrous amount of strength, and the fact that he does a vast majority of the heavy lifting for the Apple family and his size means he has more physical strength than the average Earth Pony."

Tychus backed away from his suit and sat in front of the work bench picking up a welding torch and fastening goggles over his eyes. "Thanks for the heads-up." He then put a part on the Commando Rifle and welded it in place.

Twilight took the movement as a signal to leave him alone and did so.

"There we are..." He said after about an hour passed, setting down the welding torch and lifting his goggles. He then picked up the Commando Rifle and squeezed the trigger, hearing the satisfying sound of the firing mechanism worked flawlessly.

He placed it on the weapons rack among his other works. He had a Dual K12 Grenade Rifle capable of producing it's own ammo with each round fired, a Perdition Incineration Rifle capable of fire a stream of fire up to 18 feet away, an AGR-14 Rifle to remind himself of better times, his C-14 Gauss Rifle, his C-10 Gauss Pistol, and his Chaingun.

"I see you've made some new weapons." A soft voice said, causing Tychus snap to attention after realizing it was Celestia's.

"Relax, Mister Findlay." Celestia said with a smile. "I just came here to let you know your 'Aircraft' is ready."

Despite his setback, Tychus felt like a kid on Christmas.