Moral Sword: A Osiris Story

by mojowuq9

First published July 10th, 2018 01:30

Beyond the walls of Osiris, there lays a forgotten species, which a changeling benefited from. He decides he would fight with her majesty's swords. Both dark and light, this is the story of Sir Moral Sword.

Chapters

Prologue 2: Forging the sword
Chapter 1: Fuck Ponyville
Gunnin' n' runnin', shootin' n' scootin', firin' n' retirin', and Canterlot.
Chapter 3.5: Osiran Rambling
Fuck me. Not literally.
Prologue: The history of Osiris

Prologue 2: Forging the sword
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Prologue 2: Forging the sword

[System Startup]
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[System Startup Successful]
[Preforming Startup Maintenance]
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[Startup Maintenance Successful]
[No Issues Found]
[Restoring Motor Function]
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[Motor Function Restored]
[Restoring Arcane Function]
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[Arcane Function Restored]
[Restoring Ocular Function]
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[Ocular Function Restored]
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[Have A Nice Day]

Faustdamnnit my head hurts. Getting those cybernetics is hopefully worth it. Where are my manners? I'm Moral Sword. A changeling. Well, mostly. After I was banished from the hive, the reason for I forgot, go figure, I stumbled upon the Technopawn city. Yeah, they took me in, and as a way of saying thank you, I used my shape-shifting abilities to help with the heavy shit. Eventually I managed to get an audience to the King. He offered me a lot actually. I would get a lot of cool shit fused to my body, and they get to try a prototype process. And what better way then to test it on something that was used to rapidly changing body conditions? So I took the offer, but before that, the king knighted me Sir Moral Sword, and gifted me a ShockSabre MKP, a prototype weapon that is basically a meter-long staff, with a sword blade at one end, and a cup-shaped thing at the other containing a unicorn horn or something similar. If you stab an enemy with the cup end, the are hit by a shot wave, sending them flying back. If you hit them in the chest or skull, it could stun/kill them. Then I got the implants. Due to them, I'm now bipedal, have hands, wider rear hooves for stabilize me, robotic eyes, a magic sensor to detect incoming projectiles/entities, metal, quieter, bigger wings, a metal exoskeleton, and rune-enhanced magic, I'm almost literally a permanently opened can of Woopass. So I decided to become a travelling knight. Before I went, I did am inventory check. Fuck, doing that is annoying:
[Request]
[Preform Inventory Check]
[1]
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[Inventory Check Complete]
[You Have]
[x1 Technopawn Assault Rifle MKKnight]
[x1 ShockSabre MKPrototype]
[x3 Arcane Projectile Rune Type Plasma]
[x2 Arcane Shield Rune Type Plasma]
[x3 Arcane Enhanced Crystals Type Love]
[x6 Arcane Battery Type Love]
[x2 Wrist Mounted Technopawn Knight Gauntlet Blades]
[x1 Techopawn Revolver Type ARC]
[x1 ARCane Prototype Projector]
[x200 TPAR Rounds]
[x50 TPRT Plasma Enhanced Crystals]
[x1 DP Pack]
[No More Items Can Be Found]
Great, I have everything. I'm ready to go on my first 'adventure'. I just need to tell the king. "Your Majesty, I am ready to leave." I kneeled, my Sabre resting, cup down on the ground, with my head resting on the shaft.

"Get all that," He said. "Get it up... And get it the fuck outta here." We couldn't help but laugh at the joke.

"Hahahaha... Okay, bye." I chuckle out.

*Later*

The everfree forest is still scary as shit. Yeah, 'sneaking' into Osiris was not the best idea, but fuck it. Wait, the fuck? Well, shit. A bunch of dumbasses are breaking into Canterlot castle. Should I help? Nah, Fire mane and Star mane'll be fine..... Nope. Fuck it, I'm going. I might get to save some royal ass. Getting there'll be a pain in the ass...

Author's Note

Hey, not as rapeningly fast-paced as Suit Yourself. Currently, anyway. The reason I didn't include the Trek to the border, over n' shit was because we all know we scroll past that bullshit, in hopes we missed nothing important.

Chapter 1: Fuck Ponyville
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Chapter 1: Fuck Ponyville

[Tactical Heads Up Display Activating]
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[Tactical Heads Up Display Online]

*TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH* Fuck, that's loud. This rifle is great at fucking up diamond dogs. What happened? I was going into a nearby town, known as 'Ponyville'. Fuck, that's pretentious. It screams 'We're racist, segregating motherfuckers!' Like there's no other species here. So, I walked into town and guess what? There's 30 or so diamond dogs throwing ponies into cages. Rather then just leaving them there, I decided to fuck it and opened fire. After saving them and unlocking the cages, one of the 'Bearers' of the 'Elements Of Harmony', Rainbow Dash, decided to try to kick my ass. As she was about to hit me, I side-stepped and sliced her wing clean off. "AHHHH!!! BUCK!!" She screamed in agony.

"Seriously? 'Buck'. You're a fucking dumbass. Partly for that, mostly for attacking the person who saved your blue ass." I sneered. Wow, 'Loyalty' my ass. "And if you have any intelligence what-so-ever, you won't attack me again. Bye." With that, I walked away. Yeah, I know about the wedding and that bullshit, but her natural pony racism means that I'm instantly evil because I'm a changeling, or that I look different. Hey, look! She's about to jump on me from behind. I feign ignorance until she jumps, in which I side-step again and grab her out-stretched fore leg. I spin her 180 degrees and I kick her just behind her shoulder is and I pull, ripping her foreleg off. I let go, causing her to slam into the granite fountain. R.I.P. Her ribs/spine. Fluttershy comes galloping around the corner and sees her friend. Y'know, the rainbow half-Pegasus beside the fountain, bleeding? Yeah, her. So, Fluttercunt just stares at me. Rather than succumbing to it, I simply look her in the eye and....

[Ocular Protocol 935 Activating]
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[Ocular Protocol 935 Active]

She starts shaking, frozen in place. What the fuck did I do? I used my own 'Stare'. I literally played all the horrors I've seen using emotions at her. I walked up to her and slapped her across the muzzle. When she hit the ground, she coughed out blood and teeth. "Yeah," I said as I kneeled in front of her, my muzzle an inch from her ear. "You regret that, don't you, bitch. Bye. Have fun with PTDTTFYFWMSD. (Post Traumatic Due To The Fact You Fucked With Moral Sword Disorder) And before you ask, it exists now. Great job." A rather large crowd of ponies who were gathered starts galloping at me. Fuck, this'll be bad. For them.

[Activate ARCane Cannon]
[y or n]
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[Charging]
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[Enter Coordinates]
[Ten Meters South From Current Position]
[Firing]
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[WARNING]

With that, I unfold my wings and activate the plasma shield runes, creating a front-facing shield. The ponies stop, confused. Or at least they were, before 1 foot of arcane death arrived from the stratosphere at mach 3 or some shit. I don't know that type of math. Anyway, the wave of plasma melted half the crowd, and the other half's skulls were introduced to the shock wave that came from above, their skulls so taken with it they flattened. Their brains didn't approve of the relationship and left, seeking new residence on the ground. In short, they all died. "Anyone else?" Some dumbass galloped at me, and I shot him with my revolver, the lightning bolt (Plasma) went straight through his skull, and heated up his brain so much it exploded. I dodged it. "Huh, what a fuckin' shame. If any of you ponies want to join him, come forward now." When everyone backed off, he walked into a probably bakery, and ordered a vanilla cupcake and strawberry-banana smoothie, paying for it with 7 bits. After scanning it, it wasn't poisoned, so.... I rent a room for the night, and I go to sleep.

Gunnin' n' runnin', shootin' n' scootin', firin' n' retirin', and Canterlot.
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Gunnin' n' runnin', shootin' n' scootin', firin' n' retirin', and Canterlot.

Fuck, I slept good. Okay, objectives?

[Shit To Do]
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[Todays Shit To Do]
[Eat]
[Drink]
[Probably Save Canterlot]
[Hopefully Get Royally Laid]

....FUCK!!!! Well.....

*Later*

*Tchoo, Tchoo, Tchoo, Tchoo, Tchoo, Click* "Fuck" *TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH TCH* "Finally! I have a few questions. One. How the fuck did they capture you?"

*Growl* Wow. How prideful is Daybreaker? She's Blueblood Mk2 or some shit.

"What my sister meant to say, was that they snuck behind the throne, and forced a magic inhibitor ring over our horns." Huh. At least Nightmare's helpful.

"Huh. Your guards are still a fuckin' disappointment. You'd think they'd be even slightly competent. Anyway, are you 2 okay?"

"Yes." Daybreaker's probably not. But she's a prideful bitch.

"Yes." Same thing. "How did you get here?" Fuck me. Hopefully Daybreaker.

"So....."

*Earlier*

*Changeling transforming sounds* "Hello. I'm here to kill you and your friends."

"Oh, okay." Fuck, I'm sly. "Wait, wha-" He couldn't finish the sentence. Side effect of gauntlet blades through the throat. So is blood spatter. Oh shit.

"Get him!" Nope. "Where the fuck are you?!" As if I'll answer. After moving through the castle, which took an hour due to the fact the castles a fucking maze. Also had to kill shit. Details. Anyway, I get to the throne room. Opening it, I see Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon tied-up? Eh, fuck it.

"Do you want to taste metal?"

"No."

"Too fucking bad." I showed mercy, feeding him one bullet. Everyone else, well you know. So, as I finished my tale, I was knighted twice. Yeah, I'm now Sir Sir Sir Moral Sword. My rank is higher than a prince. I'm literally a co-worker to Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon. Let's check my progress.

[Getting Laid Progress Estimation]
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[50 Percent]

Ehh, could be better. I'm not even going to describe Canterlot Castle. Oh, yeah, I'm now supposed to organize a meeting between the King and Osiris's royalty. Annnnnd.... "Sir Sword! You have a letter." Noble #226 (Yes that's his actual fucking name.) Handed me a scroll:

Dear Sir Sir Sir Moral Sword:

The Diamond Dogs are launching an attack against Wall Section 1745. Please defend it.
You'll love your reward.

So, I just need to kill slavers to get royally laid? Great. So after dinner, I get ready to go. But of course, I have limited ammo. I could make more, but why should I do that when I can just have others to help me? So I write out some forms and pin them to some shit as a job application. This'll be fun.

Author's Note

OC job application:
-Cannot be an alicorn
-No weapons (I'll arm them)
-You might have to adapt their backstory (You need to provide one.)
-Of course, describe what they look like, their personality, and cutie-mark (Providing an image would help)
-Use the Private Message system for this, but the comments will work.

Chapter 3.5: Osiran Rambling
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Chapter 3.5: Osiran Rambling

Here's a bit of info to help with understanding what the fuck's going on here. Basic info regarding:

-Osiran Ponies
Indoctrinated by Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon, these fuckers are mostly xenophobic racists. Due to the fact that around 75% of all their metal is gold, they use very low-calibre ammunition for their weapons. They have a .20 sniper rifle, and a 10mm revolver. All their armor is made of gold, and always enchanted. They seem to feel safe within the wall surrounding Osiris and are paranoid to leave, thinking they'll mutate and die from the lack of 'Harmony'. Usually attacking anything that's not a pony, they are very aggressive to the other species, they are best described as: Racist, segregating motherfuckers.

-Badland Ponies
Usually freelancers in small groups, with a few towns existing, these ponies use medium-large calibre weapons, and are the opposite of the Osiran ponies. They are more accepting and are usually disgusted with Osiris. Some of them side with the enemy species of Osiris, A.K.A. all non-ponies. Their coats are also darker shades.

-Other Ponies
Basically badland ponies, but more peaceful, these guys include the 'Monster Hunters' and mercenaries, the latter being employed by Osiran royals as law enforcement due to the low numbers of ponies enlisted in the Osiran military.

-Hive Changelings
The Changelings were driven to extinction by the ponies, and are desperate to save their species. They use large-calibre weaponry, their smallest calibre gun being the .500 chavolver. Their biggest gun is the RECOIL.EXE. A 1.5 meter gun with a 1.1 meter bullet. Fires like a sniper rifle. Changelings, due to their alliance with the Technopawns, they can get the Khittegn augment. It involves melting the khitin (Chitin) of a changeling and mixing it with tegn (Steel) until the mixture is 25% khitin and 75% tegn. They also get a strength augment because they weigh an extra 60 boghn (Pounds) due to the tegn. This makes their khitin a medium gray color. These changelings have a burning hatred for Osiran ponies, and can tell if you hate them/don't want to be there/trying to use them, and will drain you of your magic and slaughter you, selling your hide. Usually non-bullshitters and soldiers, these changelings lead a busy life. They have far too much iron, which is why they use large calibre-ammo and part of the reason they were able to get an alliance with the Technopawns.

-Freelancer Changelings
Basically just changelings without a hive. Pretty much the same, but usually with an assortment of weapons, as a loner needs more skill than a group. Moral Sword is an example. They usually just kill ponies after draining them.

-Feral Changelings
When seeing anything but other feral changelings, they will kill it. Their mana pool drains slower, but are weaker, usually due to them attacking things and getting injured.

-Zebras
Proud, and very hospitable. Mostly using melee weapons, but very technologically advanced, they are the species the ponies are most worried about. Wearing carbon fiber robes that stiffen when hit, this makes them fuck-tastic opponents to fight. The entire species (Excluding kids) has combat training of some sort. They used to be great allies with the humans and changelings, but cannot get to them due to the fact they'd have to go through Osiris to get there, and they can't. They are getting ready to wreak havoc on the ponies. Their personalities are basically more organized Other Ponies.

Author's Note

There will be more explanatory bullshit later, but I've got a character to introduce.

Fuck me. Not literally.
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Fuck me. Not literally.

Huh. Nobody came. Eh, fuck it I'll go alone. But the Queens wanted me to join them for dinner before I go. But while I'm going there, some guy is running from a guard. I raise my arm and.. *Shing!* *Shlick* His body hits the ground, while his head rolls for a few meters. I just keep walking like nothing happened, my Gauntlet blade, a 2-foot hunk of tegn, retracts. After a minute, I make it to the dining room. It's literally a 9-meter table. Despite its length, it has only 4 legs. They're already sitting down. "Sit...there." Daybreaker says, pointing to a spot at the middle of the table. I go around to it, and sit down. The table is noticeably sagging. Fuck. Well, this'll be slightly amusing. I rest my arms on the table...

"So, what-" *SNAP!!* *Crash* *Glass Shattering* The table broke down the middle, and everything fell off. I feel bad for who ever has to clean this mess up. But I continue unfazed, with a 'You have to be fucking kidding me' face. "So...What do you need to tell me?"

"On the way, you'll meet our...third sister." Daybreaker told me. Wait, third? I get up and walk out, but just as I open the door... "Wait! What's your stamina? Like, sexually?" What kind of question's that?

"Uhh....like, 6 days." I answer. Don't ask why they put that in. So, after another hour of pondering existence, I leave.....

------Somewhere along the way...

Well, I found a house. I think this is the place in which the 'Third Sister' lives. Hopefully I can last longer than her if it gets to that. *Knock, Knock, Knock*...... "Coming!" Yep. I'm fucked. Literally. Oh shit, the door's opening. "Sorry, come back tomorro-" She's completely shocked. 40 seconds pass. "What. The fuck. Are you?" Well, there's the question.

"I'm a cybernetically enhanced changeling. Courtesy of the Technopawns. I was sent by Queens Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon to stop an attack on a section of the Wall. She told me I'd meet their third sister along the way, and I'm assuming you're the third sister?" Well, she asked.

"Yes. I'm Wet Nightmare! Who are you, or do you just want to do it?" She tells me, gesturing in to the house.

"I'm Moral Sword, and I'm not here to do that. My mission is of the upmost importance." I lean in close to Wet's ear. "If I do this, I'll probably get laid. By Daybreaker."

"Ooh! I'm coming too! Let me get my stuff!" Yeah sure, she can come with me. After 5 minutes, she comes back...out... "Well? You like?" She's wearing what can only be described as an armored badlands maid outfit. In which I mean it covers more. And of fucking course she has a whip. Wait....Oh my fucking god, her mane is made of...that and it's dripping everywhere.

"Eh. I literally don't have a sex drive. Do you have a projectile weapon. That's not organic?" Guess why I added that last part.

"Oh. What a shame. Uh, yeah! I have a Chavolver I got from a friend I actually haven't bedded yet. He's nice."

"Good to know."

"...."

"Let's get going. We have Diamond Dogs to kill." And so began, my first quest.

Author's Note

Oh, yeah. Wet Nightmare is nightmare molestia. Why did I put her in there? Because I can do whatever I fuckin' want.

Prologue: The history of Osiris
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Prologue: The history of Osiris

The world began with multiple species. They included:
-Ponies
-Humans
-Gryphons
-Changelings
-Dragons

Peace lasted for 500 years. The ponies invented powerful weapons known as 'Elements Of Harmony', and used them on the humans and changelings. Humans weren't affected besides death, but changelings, even new ones, are inflicted by and ever draining mana pool. Over time, they found out they could extract magic through stealing emotion, because if they run out of magic, they die. This action spurred on a war. The humans would never win, so they pretended to fight the changelings using weapons that would barely affect them to fight. After the ponies found out, they massacred the humans and changelings. The humans, before they died out, poured all of their knowledge to create the to preserve humanity. They made their home in . After that, the other species were scared to do anything. The ponies claimed half of Zebrica, on threat of using the elements. During this time, multiple assassination attempts were made against Celestia & Luna. To make themselves virtually unable to be killed, they both submitted to the 'Darkness', becoming Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon respectively. It was found out that the elements had a weakness. If one of them, or even a piece of one of them were to be broken off, it would turn into a piece of a corresponding 'Element Of Disharmony'. This drove Daybreakers' student to corruption. She found a human necromancer tower and stayed there to do 'Research'. The other kingdoms were training their armies, and the attacks got so bad that the leaders of Osiris (used to be called: 'Equestria') ordered a wall to be built around the whole country. They got it done, but the Royal Army and guard were heavily understaffed. Desperate for more soldiers, the leaders of Osiris started making service mandatory. They also started using mercenaries as law enforcement.

-Official basic history: Osiris

Author's Note

This one will be paced far better then my other fics. I wanted to create an AU extremely different but still unique.