Project 8: Equestria

"Dark Island? The Minotaur stuff? No. No, you can't have a glass. Do you even know how much alcohol is in that stuff? 4.6% by volume. Not even the Minotaurs should be drinking that stuff. It's just not healthy." Once more, Damian Watson finds himself excluded from a conversation, not that he cares at the moment, he is in company, and he is not wearing trousers. But in Damian's earlier years, he has been in situations like these before. In his current age, he might not look it, but Damian has thrown and attended a lot of parties in his youth. After stealthily putting his undergarments and trousers on, he turned back to his current host and cleared his throat.

"Am I fine to leave?" He asked with a smile. Before she could answer, another pony head popped through the doorway, and with it, a small blue orb of a creature floated down before nesting in his messy salt and pepper hair. The creature had two large compound eyes, a large mouth, the average six legs, and two combined sets of wings. All in all, the more Damian sees, the more he wants to sequence the genomes of this world. The pony however, took one look at him and sighed.

"Honestly Honey, another stray? First the Parasprite and now this? You know that's not our job." Damian reeled back, he was not some stray.

"Not this time Summer, he's a direct order from the princess. Oooo, she'll be so happy when she sees he's OK." Damian to this time to scoot away from the hyper pony, and began putting the rest of his uniform on.

"Speaking of which, she is actually here right now. Maybe you should go tell her." That caught Damian's attention, a member of royalty? And not only that, but a member of royalty thought him a special enough case to royally order his recovery? He was either really lucky, or really unlucky.

"WHAT! SHE'S HERE! Why didn't you tell me, is my mane ok? Oh, I am so not ready for this."

"Honey Mane, you look fine. Go on, I'll see you at home." And with that, they walked out. Damian slowly cuffed the Parasprite in his hair, and held it a few inches away from his face. Many people in his position wouldn't enjoy holding an insect this close to them, but Damian can see potential when he sees it. He let it flutter its way back to his head before turning his attention to his tools.

On his hips, he had a retractable baton and a standard stun gun, up his sleeves, he had two small sheathed throwing knives, and around his neck; hung his personal Quantum Data Crystal. Within the small jewel, held every secret, blueprint, gene mapping, and every other bit of information on Project 8. This is not to say that he does not have it all memorized, but it never hurts to have insurance.

Seeing that all his belongings are in order, he then began letting his mind wander until the door opened again. Through the door was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen; it was a winged Pegasus. She was around as tall as he was, had a long flowing multi-hued mane, and a coat that shone like snow. She gave off an aura of warmth and comfort, and her stride was more majestic than anything he had ever seen. If anything was going to increase Project 8's survival rate, it would be whatever he could get off of her. It was only after all of this, that he saw her crown, and he bent into as low of a bow as his age would allow. And when she spoke, he swore he heard music, "Hello there."

Damian didn't want to say anything, but he had too. These were sapient creatures, and he had to treat them as such. "G-good morning." She looked out the window and smiled.

"Hmmm, It is, isn't it?" He straightened out his back, finally letting the soreness get the better of him, "I am Princess Celestia of Equestria. Pleased to meet you." She held out her hoof.

"Sargent Damian Watson of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards, and Architect of Project 8. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He said as he gently shook it. She flinched slightly, but he was sure this was proper etiquette. Of course, he was not sure, this was not home after all. He decided he needed to be more careful after that. The princess then took a small stride across the room, and sat down on a chair, Damian did likewise.

"Project 8? That sounds interesting, what might that be?" Damian was conflicted, on one side, he could renew his work. On the other side, if he said too much, then he would be in much worse trouble. Others in Damian's situation might be curious on how they are alive, or where they were found, not him though. He has been around long enough to know not to look a gift horse in the mouth, figuratively speaking of course.

"Project 8 was an attempt to stomp out global terrorism through specially trained soldiers. In other word, they were a protector of the people, not answering to any individual country, but instead, a collection of them all." Celestia's face contorted slightly, "And I would like to propose that I be given the materials to restart the program here... with your blessing." She looked very concerned.

"I have never heard of such a project... what might it entail?" She was being careful now, he can't say too much, but he still needed to somehow be convincing. Damian IS the Architect of Project 8, but he was not the one who proposed it to the U.N. That was a joint effort between him and the original Agent 0.

"Project 8 is an international cooperation, it always was, and always will be. If you want to know more, then I would like an appointment with the world leaders." Twas' a bold move, but Damian felt it had to be done.

"I... see, I will consider it. Follow me." She said as she made her way to the door. He followed, and out into a world in which he is nothing more than a kid in a candy shop.