Spartan, Warrior of war.

I’m sitting in a chair talking to a shrink after the battle of the waste. Fucking Twilight and Karma worried for my health, well mental health, “K-.”

“Spartan K-000.”

“Spartan?... I guess we should start on the waking up screaming? Ponies dont usually gain PTSD to the degree you have.”

“Not my memories...Body is a...Fusion lack of better world of mine and Spartan - 117. His memories mostly hidden, suppressed, or tame. The few that aren't I will not share. Partly out of terror and to spare you. I am innocents Shield and Sword and my tomb lie in this castle.”

The shrink swallows abit, “W-why do you say that?”

“I'm the only thing that stands between you and extincion everything on this planet. So can I get back to my job?” The shrink nods getting out of his seat, walking out of the the room, and faces Luna and Celestia.

“I'm sorry his mind's too different and...I don't recommend mind delves for his mind is fragmented an not wholly his.”

Celestia nods looking slightly saddened but faces the doctor with her usual motherly warmth, “It is fine. We never expected you to succeed anyway.”

~~~

I awake to the waking world, the sound of chirping birds, wind dancing through plants and trees. Nature existing and singing seemingly untouched by man's noise of cars, planes, really anything that made a lot of noise and honestly...Its peaceful in a piramal sense. Very peaceful.

I open my eyes to a canopy of leaves, branches, trunks and a real vivid blue sky. I mean it looks like someone got the most brilliant shade of cyan blue as painted the sky in with it.

I close my eyes choosing to ignore the strangely irritating vivid blue sky enjoying the honestly comfortable gel layer of my custom…

My eyes snap open looking directly to the top right part of the HUD screen showing a Shotgun and Assault Rifle fully loaded and stocked for use. I then sit up then stand to my full height...Which is now at least a foot higher then I remember. Now by this point panic begins to set in so I noticed everything in very quick succession.

Beside the height change, and the ghostly holographic HUD display, the costume does not FEEL like a costume but more a second skin or a piece of clothing worn so often and regularly that it doesn't feel like cloth but another layer of skin. Thicker, tougher, protecting and helping. Armor that isn't uncomfortable, it feels...Perfect for me. And it is called th-

“This... is everything I had always dreamed it could be.”

MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armour. Holy shit that wasnt one my memories but sure felt like one, a phantom memory from another life. I know that quote from Doctor Halsey but feeling like...BEING there was trippy as hell. I try to look back for more memories like that quick flash and snip getting nothing but...War definitely the Halo installation because of the Flood and seeing them Hi-Def like that has now and officially topped Elizabeth Greene's voice on nightmare juice. I mean damn. I need mental blech.

I look to the nearest tree which what looks like a wilted oak tree in a forest of them. Spartan memory and Spartan armour. Being in a creepy forest with wilting and dead trees belonging to zombie levels aren't off from the new realm of possibility I call bright blue sky land.

I take a deep breath taking off the shotgun from my thigh magnetized plate then to the slightly magnetized galuants and computer interface ports along the tips of the fingers of the gloves. This naturally switches the Shotgun to the equipped slot bringing it to the front of the cycle of weapons including the Assault rifle and pistol?

I look to my other tight seeing the pistol is hanging there freely with the softly glowing red meaning its safety is on. Weird I swear it was plastic and the green spot on it was painted on to the plastic but for it change colors like that means its real and most likely loaded as the shotgun is.

On more muscle memory then instinct I bring the shotgun close to my shoulder fitting it in a grove that the Spartan armour has in the shoulder area for firing a gun just like this either practicing or trying to stay alive from hostiles that need a healthy dose of Shotgun in their diet.. I make sure i'm aiming in the woods and I fire.

I hear a yelp of a dog being either stepped on, hit.. or shot!

“Oh no, Oh noooo. I shot a poor puppy!”

Yes I love animals. When I was younger I NEVER was without a animal growing up either it be cat, dog, or a turtle I liked because it tried to swim through the glass. Dumb, funny turtle. But I understand if you wound one giversouly, like with a shotgun that's credited to be OP as fuck, if you can't spend time nursing it back to health best kill it and try to use everything like the American Indians.

I forget EVERYTHING in the blind panic to help the puppy. Yes all dogs are puppies. I put the shotgun on my thigh once more as well muscle memory. AGAIN. I began noticing small gray dots circling and keeping a loose formation around me, a pack of animals and few hunts in packs AND large enough to create blips like those. Wolfs, I injured a wolf and they seem aggressive to me now.

I see a waypoint on my HUD as Spartan armour does have a neuro link up to the brain thus reading my thought and converting them to actions and options the Armour reads, picks up, and displays. Hell I dont even truly need to move as it could for me.. Honestly most OP armour in gaming history and i'm fucking wearing it.

Way point: 10 meters.

I let out a small thankful sigh that the bullet probably only grazed the animal at that range but a sense of responsibility and honestly if I see the wolf I can get a lay of the wildlife and general abilities. Yes its always been a fantasy of mine to end up in another world and right now i'm going down the checklist.

1.Find where I am.

1. Find shelter but I think my armour is shelter honestly.

2. Food.

3. See if there is intelligent life and if so make contact.

I run to the wolf making it there in about four strides trying to find the wolf or look for blood to see if I could track it with help of the armour scanning system but what I find is a log in a general wolf shape. Now looking back on it A BIT, a tiny little smudge of thinking back. Evil trees, vivid blue sky + wooden wolf? MY LITTLE FUCKING PONY. But back then I thought it was a cute log. Till I noticed the bullet in it.

The wooden wolf turns its head to me its eyes glowing green with magic. Then it was hissing its head and Shot has back in my hands.

“I'm. So. Screwed.”

I take a quick glance at the rader on my bottom right hand side noticing the gray gots turned red and are closing in on me so I did what my body wanted and I turned to face the incoming wolf and used the butt of my shot gun to SMASH the poor Timberwolves wooden face to literal splinters. Fun part of it? Complete muscle memory on part of training I've never done but another wolf charges with its teeth bared and a bit of green fire coating then earning it a point blank shotgun shell to the face lowing off the first half of its wooden body.

I swear a bit of music began to play in my helmet as times slows and everything looks like i'm looking through crystal. Everything is there, the wolfs and there ghostly green eyes, the trees swaying with wind and the movement of the wolf's after my flesh.

Another one charges from behind me resulting in a hop and curb stop to the main body. LEts add the math here. A slightly rotten wooden turn verus over a thousand pounds of armour and man along with a full powered Spartan curb stop? My leg goes through the wooden log like a spear on a chunk of thin meat. Sadly it stays there as I land, “Damn it get off!”

I began to shake my leg trying to get the wolf off my leg but two wolves took advantage of this an charged me, on on each side of me. To my left and my right so my first response was to toss my my Shotgun to my right hand preloaded as my left hand shot to my thigh grabbing the pistol and both aimed at the wolfs. Crack of thunder from the gurns earned the crack of wood leaving three hostiles, “Run and I’ll spare you.”

I center my helmet on the middle and bigger figure who stared into my eyes bowing its head shortly after and ran deeper into the forest.

I wait till there of my radar and out of sight before reaching in my pocket patch getting another clip for my pistol and replacing it with the clip in it then loading a few shells into the shotgun till it's filled. I take a deep breath watching as the world speed up to its regular but slower speed as the sounds of singing drifts in from my left. Not bird calls but full musical ensemble including English vocals.

Fuck the checklist instruments mean atleast brass, brass means intelligent life along with a forgery which means the ability to smelt iron not even including the fact it means HUMAN life in the way the vocals sound and how the instruments sound.

I laugh to myself and whoop meaning I found everything needed. Food, shelter, someone to explain this weird shit! I laugh to myself as I walk through the forest clearing the brush and branches from my path with my arms form a clear human habit as with this Armour I could probably walk straight through them like a badass that Spartans are.

~~~

Around 30 minutes of traveling I finally reach the forest edge and trust me. When you're in a forest with a radar that can sense things about the size of a squirrel? Jump scares ensure especially when you have your eyes of it so much you keep running into trees! I mean I think they moved in the way to be ran into! But after going Minecraft and punching a tree they stopped. This forest WILL be investigated later with armour systems and boom an actual checklist function. I swore an A.I. had to be i-

“Finally you notice you’re not alone in your head.”

Screaming isn't a loud enough word to describe what I did. But I did scream. I screamed like a little girl with a spider in her hair. I screamed worse than the protagonist in every horror movie. Thats how scary a voice randomly popping in your head is when you FEEL them there. Its creepy and on some level feels right.

“Scanning. Unknown fields of energy coming from the town past the trees. Inhabitants standard miniature equestrians but two common genetic anomaly. Horn like bone protuinstons from the top of the head and avian like wings form the back. Searching database. Matches found. Unicorns and pegasus. I recommend standard UNSC first contact protocols. “

Still screaming.

“Oh shut up you!”

And still screaming.

“I mean it its annoying!”

A quick squeeze by the Gel in the suit makes me stop screaming and the AI sighs in relief, “Finally the yelling stopped.”

“For the record I was screaming because you suddenly spoke in my mind.”

“Understood.”

I scratch the back of the helmet thinking what to say and before I can actually say it she butts in, “My name is Karma. Before you ask, yes I can read your mind. Go on Sparty go make first contact.”

My eye twictches slightly BUT she is partly in control of my armour and proably could make me do it anyways. So I step through the tree line taking a look at the wide, beautiful,land of ponies.

“My. Fucking. Little. Pony.”