(Cancelled) The Nightmares of Yesterday

Nightmares of the Past

ATBrony751

Just a distress call

If this bed wasn't this comfortable, then I don't know how I would of survived being here for this long.

"Good news"
I turned to see that familiar rainbow headed Pegasus
"The Princess is coming to pay a visit to ya'"

"You have a Princess?" This place seriously was a fairytale land.

"Uh, yeah? Who else is gonna rule Equestria?"

Equestria? Really?...Whatever. I was debating responding with the topic of democracy, but I didn't really care for politics in the first place and I really didn't think she would care.

Yeah, apparently you being an alien and all sparks interest in the government... She said, her comment dripping with sarcasm as she left the room.

That gave me ample time to think about what in the hell happened in the past few days...

"Blackburne! We gotta a mission for you. Seems like a distress call from the vessel Ishimura."

Distress missions weren't anything new for me, it was always the same thing, "Oh, I cant get my comms. to work! We're being attacked!.

Alright, I will be there in a second.

Wait a minute, the Ishimaru? The USG Ishimaru? That's the ship Isaac is working on! Finally I get to see him again, he hasn't been returning my calls lately...Weird

My daydreaming was interrupted by a wrapping at the door, followed by muffled communication.

"Cess....Upstair...Yes.." Was all I could make out.

A few moments later I was greeted by the closest thing to a horse I had seen all day. A tall, white, um...Pega-corn? Uni-sus? What ever she was she look really important.

"Hello"

She spoke with a voice as smooth as silk

"You must be..." She said trailing off, as to imply for me to fill in the blank.

"Corporal Trent Blackburne of the 17th Rangers" I gave a mock salute, as if she was my CO.

"Yes, of course. Well I'm going to need you to follow me back to Canterlot. There are many questions that need to be answered."

"Well, I would love to, but my leg is a little broken." I said with a little too much sarcasm then it needed.

"Oh yes, my apologies..."

She approached my injured leg, and proceeded to touch it with a hesitant, but glowing horn. It was like a damn Sci/Fi movie. Ya'no those really stupid ones that you watch just to laugh at? Anyway, with what looked like an ungodly power, my leg glowed with the fire of 1,000 suns. Then nothing.

"Ah, that should do it. Test it out, walk on it."

To my immediate surprise, it didn't hurt, she fixed it! But wait, how the FUCK did she just do that? That was some weird voodoo magic shit, man.

"OK, ya' fixed it. Good job. Now what your royal highness?" I said with again, a little too much sarcasm.

"Hey! Who do you think you are, treating the princess like that! You're just asking for me to re-brake that ugly leg of yours!" Rainbow added, with fuming rage.

Damn, that chick was apparently loyal as fuck.

"No need for a quarrel, my little pony, its quite all right."

That made Dash slouch down in a frustrated lump of cyan and rainbow.

"Hmff...whatever...*grumble grumble*"

"Now, I'm going to need you to come with me. We have important matters to attend to."

Normally I would never trusts anyone I just met, especially if they want to take me to get interrogated by the GOVERNMENT. But if I can survive hordes of monsters, not even your wildest nightmares can create, then I should be fine against a few ponies.

The interrogation room, or at least that's what I called it, was what you would think the inside of a castle to look like. Stone, with stained glass windows that look similar to church windows. The wood table that they sat me at was relatively clean, give or take a few dents. It was then that Rainbow Dash, Twilight and the Princess herself walked in to the room and took a seat across from me.

"Why are they here..." I asked, entirely out of curiosity.

"Well Ms.Dash here claimed it was her that found you in you're previous state, and Ms.Sparkle is my protégé. I feel that she could learn from this experience. The reason that YOU are here is because we need to know why you are here and you're purpose in which."

I will tell you what you want. But be forewarned, what I have experienced in the past few days, is what nightmares are made of. I have been to hell and back, just to survive; to not be eaten or turned into a monster that Hades himself would cringe at. Do you still want to know?

Celestia looked to the 2 ponies in the room with a look of uncertainty. Then back to be with a confident nod.

10 Seconds to contact! Staff Sergeant Anderson yelled above the roar of our spacecrafts engine.

We readied our weapons, we were all equipped with a standard issue SWS MPR, except for Private Thompson, who was armed with a EG Seeker Rifle. We approached the door thinking this was gonna be a normal mission. Ha we're we wrong.

We entered the door and Immediately the emergency quarantine alarm got tripped. I looked through the bullet resistant glass on the other side of the room to see...Isaac? Yeah, that was sure as hell Isaac. But before I could even think to act I heard a ceiling vent bust open, followed by that blood curdling statement, I will never forget it.

There is something in the room with us!

Out of my peripheral vision I saw Anderson get...hugged? but then why was their blo-

OPEN FIRE!

At the sudden realization of what happened I unloaded the contents of my magazine into what ever hellish creature had Anderson in its grasp. It was too late. Before I could react it was already on Thompson, giving him the same treatment that Anderson got. I had no choice. My Primal instinct kicked it

FUCKING.RUN

I turned to see an open door and sprinted as fast as my legs could take me out of the door. Don't look back, just keep running. And ran I did. I eventually got to a terminal after about a 5 minute sprint. My lungs were incinerating inside my chest and my legs complete jell-o. I sat down on one of the waiting benches and tried to relax a bit and collect my thoughts. Before I could do so, I heard something stirring in the walls. All of a sudden there was that same sound of metal busting from its bolts in the lobby, made from the same type creature. But there was something familiar about it. That's when it hit me.

I was staring face-to-face to a mangled, reanimated, Staff Sergeant Anderson.