The Sunsinger

“I hate it when that happens,” The humanoid being covered from head to toe with armoured cloth and plating said as if floated back to the ground, still covered in an etheric golden light with golden wings of fire sprouted from their back. “Always stings.”

The humanoid being, apparently confused by a lack of reply, started to glance around its surroundings only to notice that it was surrounded on all sides with spears being pointed at it by tiny little ponies in golden armour.

“Serum ak ti geng ju?” A regal and mother voice calls out to the still glowing figure.

Looking away from the wooden spears being pointed at it with but a flick of the head towards the voice, it appeared to judge the being that sat upon a throne at the far end of the room with a curious expression. She was Celestia, ruler of ponykind and sovereign of the sun and she was extremely confused by the current course of events.

“Interesting… I wonder. Ghost, are they speaking a language that you can translate?” She asked to seemingly no-one, only for a small, white cased robotic being to appear with a flash of light and bob slightly as a sign of a nod. It made some beeping and clicking sounds before a wave washed over the angelic beings face. “Can you understand me?”

Celestia was originally confused by the being as it spoke in a language not know to her, a rare feat. But it seemingly cast some sort of translation spell on itself with the aid of its companion. “Yes, and I will repeat. What are you doing here?”

Seemingly satisfied that the translation had worked the being bowed before the large horse-like being and replied. “I am sorry to disturb you but a problem has arisen with my resurrection and I do not know why I am here.”

“Resurrection?” Celestia asked, confused, before seeing the flames surrounding the being dim and fade away revealing its true form. “What do you mean by that?”

“When I die I have the power to resurrect myself from death by using the power of the light.” The being explained, noticing the understandably shocked looks of the creatures surrounding it. “I was supposed to be resurrected back with my fireteam and resume combating with our enemies, but it appears that something has drawn me away from my previous location to be here.” Bowing again the creature continued, “I will attempt to leave at the earliest convenience as I can have my ghost summon my jump ship to pick me up and return me from where I came.”

“For what reason would you have been drawn to my throne room?” Celestia asked the being, still confused by what was happening.

The being seemed to start talking before it stopped and moved it’s head to look at one of the ponies in the room. An average guard covered in golden armour and carrying his own spear, pointed at the humanoid. I shifted its gaze between several more guards before reaching for its hip and producing a weapon, known as ‘The Last Word’. Quickly raising the hand cannon, it casually shot one bullet into the heads of each of the guards it had previously glanced at killing them all within 2 seconds.

The targeted guards all tried to move away from the creature as they started to realise what was happening, but they were too slow compared to its lightning fast reflexes and each one was killed. The remaining guards all jumped in shock of the noise and violence taking place, too shocked to make action the try and stop the creature. Celestia, to, looked on in shock as the so far reasonable creature started to harm her guards and was about to take action when she noticed something.

All of the guards bodies that were shot transformed into changelings upon their death.

The creature cooly and calmly reloaded their weapon as they looked back towards Celestia. “I suspect it has something to do with these imposters.”

“How did you know?” Celestia asked, clearly confused as to how changelings managed to replace so many of her guards without notice, and how this creature figured it out instantly.

“Call it a sixth scene.” The creature responded before replacing its weapon on its hip.

“Wha…” Celestia was cut off as suddenly a large changeling appeared behind the creature. It reached up to about the creature's neck and its horn was long and twisted.

The changeling quickly stabbed the being in the spine with its horn before channeling magic and violently exploding it. “You ruined all my plans!” It shouted out before turning to look at the guards surrounding it. It snarled and bared its fangs, charging more magic into its horn ready to fight its way out.

Before it even got a chance to make it’s escape the sound of a roaring fire and the feeling of divine light assaulted it from behind and it turned to the being, once more in its angelic form floating off from the ground before falling and muttering, “I always hated invisible enemies.”

Rushing forward, it grabbed the changeling by the neck and lifted it off the ground to stare into its face as it suffered from the roaring fire of its form. The changeling stared at the being of holy death's face and asked aloud, “W-what are you?”

It regarded the changeling before replying, “I am a sunsinger, and I am your judge, jury and executioner.”

It thrust its unused hand into the changelings body causing it to violently explode into ash which floated in the air slowly burning to nothing.

“I am sorry for the mess that I have caused. I will be leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality.” It said before walking out through the open throne room doors and turning down a corridor.

Celestia, still staring at where the retreating form went, had her mind racing with thoughts of the last ten minutes and the actions that had taken place. Quickly making a decision, she stood from her throne and started to follow where the creature went.

“Guards, please call the staff to clean up any mess left and inform the general of what has happened, I will wish to speak with him about this later.”