Project 8: Equestria

On the moon of Earth, we find Damian Watson; an aging man of 48, sitting alone in his room, watching the blue planet with sadness. He knew what had happened, what was happening, and what will happen. He had seen it all before, and he had prepared his agents for exactly this kind of scenario. He knew he would not survive the week. The U.N. had been attacked, it was all over the news. After he was forced from his position in Project 8, he knew that his hard work would fall apart. And as he predicted, it did.

He knew that En Jord would disband his project. Why should they care? It did what it was supposed to, they had Project 20 now. Every previous group was disbanded with its creation. He knew his agents wouldn't take this sitting down, he trained them too well. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the smug faces of those same businessmen that threw him out, when they realize that what they took was obsolete to En Jord.

Damian didn't hate The organization per se, he didn't even hate what it wanted to do, nor the ones in charge. He just hated the way they ran things. It makes sense, what they're doing, but look where it got them. He looked back towards the reports on the attack and sighed. He knew it would not be long now.

He heard the door slid open, heavy footsteps come through, and a gun being cocked. Damian was by no means stupid, he knew what was happening, and he knew who was here; he has been watching them clear out his base, after all. Number 0, the leader, a bit lazy, but he always led the Project with the honor I would expect of those leading it. P8-220, 'The Tactician', 'The Black Widow', and other such nonsense. She was the first real success, although her search for knowledge and subsequent treason still severely crippled the Project. And P8-961, The Success. He was the only one to survive every single genetic enhancement available. Although his skills in open combat left him better suited as an assassin, he was still the only one, that I believe, embodied the true spirit of the Project, but the most arrogant bastard in the Project. "Numbers 0, 220, and 961. It has been a while, has it not?" They stopped.

"Why?" That question caught him by surprise, but he still knew what was meant.

"Why not, P-8 Agent 961?" He said as he spun around in his chair, "Before you kill me, I want you to know, I had no say in what happened after P-8 Agent 439. But that Quantum Data Crystal you keep with you, it knows." He stood up, smiling, "Welp, I suppose I know what is going to happen now. No use in keeping God waiting. Fire." And with that, the hooded agent pulled the trigger, and killed the one who made them all.

At the same moment within the country of Equestria; the Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and Princess Celestia was enjoying lunch in the gardens with her younger sister: Princess Luna. It was no surprise that Princess Celestia loved the outdoors, as she found every possible excuse to spend time outside, the only thing she loved more than being outside, was spending time with her sister, and munching on a particularly moist slice of Angel Food cake. She was sure that everything  would be perfect today. She raised the sun, she was done with court today, she was enjoying time with her sister, and she had nothing left to bother her today. Yes, truly, she did enjoy having days off, just like everypony else. Princess Celestia turned her head to the sky, letting her multi-hued ethereal mane flow in the non-existent wind, and letting her white coat absorb the warmth of her beloved sun.

Until there was a scream from the palace maids. The Royal Guards, formed a defensive line between the Princesses and the source of the scream. Princess Celestia, surprised, stood up and looked at the source. Within the Canterlot Castle gardens, there lay a bleeding creature. Princess Celestia loves animals of all kinds, as she has shown on several occasions with her little ponies; and she considers herself an expert on the various types of creatures in Equus.

Seeing the injured creature, both triggered her maternal instincts as well as her intrigue. She majestically strode past her guards, picked up the creature in her magic, and cradled it in her wings. They would get bloody and require cleaning later, but for now, she did not mind. What confused the Princess of the Sun most, was that this creature wore clothing similar to what she saw her niece's husband and captain of the Royal Guard; Shining Armor wore on his wedding day, with a torn and stained, white lab coat over top.

She shook her head, she will learn more later, for now, this poor thing needed attention.

Damian Watson awoke to a feeling he hadn't felt since he was a boy. The feeling of Linen sheets and a feather pillow. Confused, he placed a hand to his chest and felt the clicking of his mechanical heart. He was still alive. Damian never had involved himself with the augmentation process, knowing full well that the chance of survival was only around 48%; meaning he never had X-098, the regenerative trait.  This meant that someone had found him, and brought him back to life. He placed his hand to his forehead and felt bandages wrapped tightly around his head. He then realized something.

P-8 Agent 961, he never missed. Damian read the reports, 100% assassination success rate, 999/1000 bulls-eyes in training, and all these without using his modifications. Damian knew that if Agent 961 wanted him dead, which he did, then he would be dead. So why wasn't he? Feeling his old Royal Scots Dragoon Guard training, he looked around the room for any possible dangers. He noticed he was in some kind of veterinary clinic, he saw his clothes had been folded on a nearby table, and he heard the sound of hooves on tile approaching from the door. He wondered if this place was even big enough to have horses walk inside, though he chided himself for forgetting that other hooved creatures exist.

"Alright little guy, lets get you your medicine." He heard from outside the door... until the door opened, and a small pink horse walked inside. She wore a standard veterinary outfit and was staring at a clipboard which she was holding in one hoof. Damian couldn't even react, his mind was overwhelmed with the possibilities this one creatures possessed. Between the seemingly magnetic grip, to the ability to walk flawlessly with one less leg, what couldn't he do with this? She looked up at him and smiled "Oh, looks like someone woke up. Don't worry, the procedure will be done soon."

Now, Damian has been around for a long time, but he is pretty sure that horses should not be able to speak English. Especially American English. But if he is anything, he is still a gentleman. "No thank you, but if you have any Dark Island; I would appreciate a glass." Now very few things fall quickly, as he learned; such as bowling balls, anvils, and horses mouths.