METRO: Fallout Equestriaby redAKAyouraveradewriterChaptersPart 1, PrologPart 2, Khan's exhibitionPart 3, Gangsters, Communists and ponies (part 1)Part 1, PrologThe room was filled with heated debate between; a thug wearing a camouflaged combat chest plate, a woman with a black anti radiation suit, a officer with a uniform similar to the thugs’, a soldier with the same uniform and an old man in a wheelchair with only one arm wearing a uniform and a beret. The officer spoke out “okay run thru it again, Artyom, you put your shambeler down by the bedside” “yes and then I went to sleep.” Replied the thug, Artyom, one of the Ranger Order's strongest and most skilled members, he had saved the metro from the Clutches of Korbot but now he was stumped on what the hell happened during his sleep. “Was Anne with you?” The soldier interjected causing both the woman and Artyom to blush and look at the floor in embarrassment. “Ulman I swear if you make a joke like that again I will find every last person that contributed to your survival and shoot them myself” the old man, Miller, told the soldier. Ulman took at least forty blood infusion's to stabilize alone, the operation on him was one of the most ambitious ones preformed since the war. the soldier, Ulman, in his usual sarcastic banter as the infamous 'comedian' of the Ranger ranks, chuckled. the Woman, Anne, the Order's top sniper, Miller's daughter and Artyom's wife continued her husbands story from her perspective. “Anyway when I entered the room found Artyom asleep with the strange weapon in the place of the shamble.” Ulman saw an opportunity to make another joke and began to tease “Anne I think Artyom might be cheating on yo-” before he could finish his smartass joke Ulman felt a sharp jab in his stomach, he may be older, but Artyom was far more physically fit. “Alright, alright everyone calm down!” The office shouted, clearly he was not going to put up with either Ulman or Artyom's shit. “never thought I'd see the day you’d stick up for me Korneyev.” Ulman said as he recomposed himself. Korneyev did not acknowledge Ulman as he continued “and where is the strange gun now Miller?” Korneyev turned to face the old man, but Ulman answered the question for Miller. “Its in the armory, i had a look at it myself, rather impressive piece of work if you ask me.” Ulman was impressed at the weapon, it was a semi-auto shotgun that got it's ammo through a round drum, firing twelve gage buckshot, but it was filled with 'clean' (military grade) rounds and this confused Ulman. Ulman continued asking “why is this so important? I mean what changes if-” “it changes the very fabric of our lives and the fabric of our universe” a new voice answered Ulmans question in a tone that made it look like Ulman had asked if nukes were bad. Everyone turned to see an old man in worn clothes standing in the doorway with his hands together in a praying fashion but tilted downwards to be pointing parallel to the ground. “Khan” Miller said his voice a mix of mistrust and curiosity. what had the old philosopher come to do now? As usual, not a single soul had seen Khan until he made his presence known. Khan continued his statement “you do not know what is coming, you know as i have told you about the multiple universes and timelines yes?” it was true Khan had spoken about how there were so many other dimensions “ did you think they all stayed in place, no their always moving about, and sometimes they get close other dimensions-” “Khan wait, you just said that they moved, what does that look like in the first place?” Ulman cut Khan off. Ulman’s question succeeded in causing Khan to pause for two seconds before he continued “you know how are Solar system is in the galaxy? think of that but on a larger scale, with dimensions of a similar nature or timeline clustering around each other. now this is normal, but sometimes dimensions come into close proximity with each other, when they do that, some things are transferred between them, mostly small items but sometimes even lifeforms get sucked through. again usually when the dimensions are of a similar timeline this is not a problem but sometimes when dimensions of a different timeline get close to each other this process can be world changing.” Miller then asked Khan “How do you know this?” Khan’s expression changed to one of doubt and began slowly, knowing that the following answer would make it look like he had lost his mind, but he had to warn them. “This has happened before, you recall it as the time when stories had Dragons, Minotaur’s, Griffins, Unicorns and Pegasus...” Khans solemn voice almost echoed in the resulting silence. The entire room, save for Khan, burst out laughing at the aged Mongolian “okay Khan, have you waited all this time to pull that joke” Ulman asked between wheezing gasps for air and failed to hear Khan’s reply of “no” but Khan continued talking. “and now our dimension is on a collision course an-” Khan blurted out befor Korneyev cut him off. “no that’s enough Ulman take him out of here” Korneyev was not going to listen to Khan's rambelings any longer. “bu-” Ulman tried to reason before being cut off “that is an order!” and sighed before saying “sorry Khan but it is time for you to go.” Khan merely responded in a hushed tone “it is indeed time for my departure, I hope this doesn’t hurt to much.” “wha-” but before Ulman had a chance to react he was on the ground almost curled up into a ball, Artyom instinctively drew out his revolver but just as he began to level it out he was struck with immense pain causing him to let go and cry out as the revolver left his hands, the next thing he knew Khan was standing in front of everyone with Artyom’s revolver, Anna instinctively shielded Miller and Arytom tried moving in to shield her but Khan just played with the revolver in his hands as he continued speaking. “this event is imminent and I am going to the northern stations so I can make contact, I do not know the exact day, but I do know it will happen at midnight” he then tossed the revolver back to Artyom and left the room. No one said anything and they just soo there for a few minutes. Of course when they finally did do something Khan was long gone from the facility. -Hours later outside a building on the edge of Moscow Khan set up a camp up against the side of a building facing outwards and beyond the metro, he may as well have set it up on the edge of the world. Khan set up and dugout the disassembled weapons he kept in his backpack, all in all he had seven weapons in total, he decided to keep out the Hellsing, Bigun (which he loaded with Dragonbreath incendiary shells for this special occasion) and his Bayoneted AK. he then closed up his tent, sat on the concrete floor, swapped his empty filter for a full one and began to wait. He entered a deep meditation stance taught to him in his most famous past life (which was the one he got his name from) he had done it before, it minimized his air intake (killed hunger and thirst as well) while maximizing his situational, spiritual and cosmic awareness, he privately thanked the Chinese monks that taught him this technique. He could stay like this for years. Khan didn’t half to wait long as the moon reached its spot in the sky ( it was a clear evening, luckily for Khan) that signified midnight the whole world shook and a loud boom with a bright light flashed temporarily blinding the aged Mongolian. Outwardly Khan looked unchanged but inside he was in total chaos, the spiritual world had been blindsided by this event and as Khan regained his vision he looked up and saw the sky now had two moons! Khan took out his binoculars and investigated, he could faintly see off in the distance small black dots flying around of their own will, he left his tent with its little sign attached to the front zipper reading property of the wolf and Khan set out to see what had changed about the land he had heard so much about many, many centuries ago. Author's Note NOTE: I LOVE feedback, no matter what that feedback is! If I'm screwing up horribly then let me know! If you liked it let me know! I HATE being left clueless to what my audience thinks. Part 2, Khan's exhibitionKan ran through the swamp as if it wasn’t there. They always laughed, they laughed when he said he would unite Mongolia, they laughed when he said he would conquer China, beat Rome and they laughed especially hard when he agreed with the world being round, they always laughed, but he was always right the end. Khan stopped and sensed less radiation, so he took off his mask, the air was breathable. Khan continued off down his way and come to a familiar sight, wrecked buildings and skeletons everywhere, Khan began to form theories on what happened. “g-go away” a small voice whimpered out, Khan turn to see something that he hadn’t seen in a long time. A little unicorn filly, brown coat and mane holding a sawed off double barrel shotgun in his magical aura. Khan put on a gentle smile and knelt down before gently asking “put the gun down little one” the gun dropped like a stone and the filly's whimper turned to crying. “Please help, raiders took my mom and my sister and I got to take care of grampa and help him get better” Khan could see the tears begin to fall as the poor colt begged. Desperate for the return of those he'd lost. Khan decided his best course of action was to first get more information and began to comfort the filly “okay, okay I’ll help but first take me to him” upon hearing those words the little filly’s mood improved rapidly and he practically hoped all the way to a small campsite. “Junior, is that you?” A voice filled with pain called out to the filly. Khan could sense that this filly and his grandfather were living on the edge, just barley getting by on what the grew/scavenged. the small colt enthusiastically replied “gampa! I found a strange being who said he would get Mommy back!” Khan almost chucked at the small child's innocence and his ever trusting nature. “Junior what did I tell you about talking to strange pon-” before the old stallion could finish his sentence he took a look at khan and shifted backwards “your not a pony at all!” he had bandages wrapped around his torso and right hoof “who are you!” he asked. Khan decided it was best not to reveal his ‘true’ name to anyone so he told the aged stallion “they call me the wolf” bowing as he introduced himself with a tone that maximized intimidation, it wasn't a lie as some stations only knew him by that name. “Your grandchild is right, I have promised that I will get your daughter back.” “and my grandfoal?” the aged stallion asked with a bit of fear in his voice, yet there was also hope, hope that he could see those he'd lost again. “If possible.” Khan merely replied, now it was his turn to ask questions “now, how did the world end up like this?” The old Stallion looked at him in confusion asking “you don’t know?" Khan merely shook his head, allowing the old colt to continue "The Zebra’s and Celestia duked it out with mega spells, what you see before you is the aftermath.” Khan couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of disappointment, they were to human-like for their own good, they could not end wars so wars ended them. or was a draw towards violence and wars not just a Human trait, but a trait of all sentient beings? No, the Dark Ones disproved that notion, but could they be the exception and not the rule? Khan Pondered these questions as he pulled out his canteen and after he took a drink from his bottle Khan put it away and he asked “what about the raiders?” the Stallion was really beginning to wonder if 'the Wolf' came from a stable as he asked as many questions as stable ponies did “what about them? What’s not to say, their crazy, psychotic, always looking for a fight, they have no morals and being their prisoner is something I wouldn’t wish on even my worst enemy, lucky for me, the Raiders around here don’t have guns and I do. But they jumped us when I misplaced my shotgun, fortunately for us Dusty here already found it.” pointing to the double barrel that the small foal was leaning on. “Dusty was on his way back when they showed up so he went hiding under a wreaked fridge, I tried my best, but they slashed me six times along the stomach and I also got stabbed in the right hoof” he tried rubbing his wounds to sooth the pain, “I was left for dead” “but I had a healing potion!” Dusty chimed in causing the old stallion smile turning to 'the Wolf' he desperately pleaded 'the Wolf' to “just get my babies back. They took them down the road to their camp it's not far from here, you might just get there in time to save them!” Khan looked him in the eye and declared “it will be done.” Khan stood up and left the two to find these raiders. He continued down the road silently until he came to a stack of cars in the shape of a barricade, he knelt down and slid into the camp like a shadow. The Raiders were other ponies with scar’s, the haircuts of a reject metal band, and a crazy look in their eyes, they were in conversation “thank the goddesses that old colt’s finally dead! I only wish I could have been there to watch the last drop of blood drain from his body.” a voice hollered “ I bet he’d taste real good” another chimed in as the raiders continued their mockery “ack...you bitch” the raiders heard it causing them to turn and see one of theirs dead in the grip of a creature taller than any of them wearing strange (even for them) clothes and having a look of murderous fire in his eye’s “who the fuck are you!” the head raider asked as they all drew their weapons, knives, axes and spears, with the head one drawing a sword from his obviously scavenged uniform. Khan looked around in disgust, even Bandits had more honor then these rats. “your not even worth the bullets" Khan Growled before drawing his own knife out from its sheath strewn on his chest. …… The old stallion couldn’t believe it, the Wolf returned covered in blood, with his daughter and granddaughter, he also brought a bunch of other ponies the raiders had captured with all the supplies from the raiders camp. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you” he said for the thousandth time. “wiping that scum out is more a moral duty then something I should be paid for” the Wolf calmly replied having not bothered with washing the blood off. the Stallion continued “so their gone?” hardly believing that he wouldn't have to worry about them, how he could finally rest a little easier knowing that nopony was going to come and snatch away his loved ones in the middle of the night. “they will never bother you or anybody ever again” the stallion was too grateful to correct the Wolf on how he was saying everypony. “I wish there were more like you” he chuckled "Don't." The Wolf scoffed him, “ not all of my kind are a good natured and benevolent as I am, though it is rare to find one’s as despicable as those raiders” the Stallion assumed that good nature was similar to whatever Benevolent meant. the Wolf continued “We now share a world, you will meet more, hopefully nothing bad will happen, but I must go.” and the Wolf was gone before he could say anything else. …… “DJPon3 here! Have I got a story for you children today! Okay so I'm going to assume that it wasn’t just everypony here at Tenpony Tower that got yanked out of dream world by an unholy racket at midnight, well I got early reports of this strange being, taller than anypony, wearing strange clothes, a bit like a hellhound but it was nearly furless save for a bit of mane on its head. Carrying around the strangest weapon’s you’ve ever seen. It could talk too! Called itself ‘the Wolf’ and his first action is…… killing an entire raider camp with a knife.. Children, this ‘Wolf’ is not one to be messed with, but hey, he killed raiders and saved some captured ponies so we all owe him a small thank you However. Children if your up past your bedtime you might notice something a little off in the sky, and by off I meant that there’s another moon in the sky, no I’m not kidding Children it’s really there!, anyway I’m being flooded with reports of other strange activities and I got a lot of work to do, I’ll keep you up to date with the truth! But now, some music” Author's Note note: when this chapter was made I kinda had a memory lapse about what happened in PH so slight mistakes were made. trust me though, the story gets more FOE friendly as we go on. Note: Khan may seem a bit different for those who only played the game, but while what portrayed in the game is one aspect of his character, the book gives him a lot more depth, he is a master manipulator, while this is justified by the fact that he usually uses these shady means to preform good deeds he still has no problem with killing anyone and everyone in his way to achieve his goals. Part 3, Gangsters, Communists and ponies (part 1)*1 day after the entire metro has found out about ponies (2 months give or take after the events of the last chapter)* Venice was one of the place’s a pony could get service like humans, the bar a large sign reading ‘ATTENTION EQUINES! We only accept clean ammunition, only calibers accepted are 5.45x39, 7.62x39, 7.62x54, 44 magnum and 12 gauge. Thank you for cooperation.’ Mares and Stallions would brave the long journey to try a taste of the stations famous “bullet” drink, only costing one bullet (and rumor to have the effects of one to) and into the bar came another pony, drench in blood from head to hoof. “ruff trip?” the barman asked the newcomer as she sat down on a stool at the counter. “Ya, it was quite an adventure, you can’t actually put into words how annoying, terrifying and deadly a norsalis is, all at the same time and don’t me started on those shrimp’s!” Shouted the newcomer, blowing off some steam at the high concentration of mutants that surrounded the station, particularly the water born mutants; nicknamed 'shrimps' and known for giving everyone that pass through their territory a bad time. “almost everyone is now complaining about the shrimps these days it seems crazy to remember when they were non-hostile, so what do you want”, the barman asked the mare, he could smell some alcohol already on her breath as the mare look him in the eye and said “twelve bottles of your famous Bullet drink please.” the bartender stared at her in shock. She then levitated out more MGR's than the bar gets in a month and hovered them the counter “keep the change.” he instantly put twelve bottles on the counter, the mare’s forehoof extended and out of it popped a set of five mechanical digits, he was shocked and then realise the entire hoof was mechanical! She took a whopping 4 seconds to drain the bottle but sloppily put it down on the counter with a face that seemed to express approval and then she picked up the second bottle and began to chug it as well. eleven bottles of 'the bullet' disappeared down the mare's seemingly insatiable gullet before she finally began downing the last one. Just at the moment the last drop hit her stomach then did she fall backwards so drunk that she passed out before she even hit the floor. “Wow. I was right, you owe me five bullets” a man in a grey parka said to a colleague wearing a similar parka “whatever lets just get this one quickly before the train leaves" his partner replied. The bartender sighed, he would like to interfere but the gangsters would have his head for it. The poor pony was going to have a long hard road ahead of her in Hansa. ……… Blackjack came out of her hangover right into the withdraw, her head felt like it had spent an entire month as a target dummy for a steel ranger firing range. Blackjack also notice that she was now in a cage doused in water, revealing the cybernetics that covered her. ”hey, that's quite a fancy outfit you got there little pony” one of her capturers teased not realizing that the cybernetics were built in. Blackjack began to take in her surroundings, the man looking at her had baggy cargo pants and a grey parka with some sort of cross sown on to it, his fat head sporting a smirk that just made Blackjack want to punch him and wipe that infuriating look off his ugly face. “I tried getting them off earlier and it wouldn’t budge” another one interjected “what are we going to do if it's attached?” Blackjack began to wonder what horrible fate would await her once they found out that the cybernetics were indeed attached. the two brutes looked stumped at the prospect, but not for long as a third voice entered the conversation “we’ll sell her off to a hansa scientist, I’m sure they would be happy to get all the technology to reverse engineer everything they got” the third voice interjected and as Blackjack looked over she realised that this one was clearly the leader with his (probably stolen) fancy hat and medals. “Ah, great idea boss!” the second one sated. Blackjack checked her inventory, it was empty, she now thanked the stroke of wisdom that had told her to leave her family pistol behind. Blackjack noticed a throwing knife loosely placed on a box next to her, she tried to reach out for it with her horn's magic but then realised that they had put a magic restrainer on her. Blackjack then began to feel the train begin to slow down until it finally grinded to a halt causing the throwing knife to fall down in-between the box and the wall. “oh I’ve been waiting for this” everyone except Blackjack (because she was still in a cage) left the train car. After a few minutes hey came back in, the two henchmen holding a new human, he was in a black coat that was covered with many extra pouches for carrying more stuff, he also had on an officer's hat that did not appear to be stolen, he was bleeding from the nose and mouth, as well as having a black eye. Blackjack watched as the stranger took another punch to the face from the ‘boss’ and was sat down right next to Blackjack. “you commie fuck! Just wait till we get to our station, then you’ll hang like the dog you are hahahahaha!” the 'Boss' cackled as he left the room followed by his henchmen. Blackjack was now left alone with the man, who looked at her for a few moments before deciding to break the ice “so, how did you get here torvash?” Blackjack sighed, it wasn’t like there was anything else to do “I was hired by a caravan, they wanted some bodyguards, I was with Boo, Boo wanted to come along but the caravan wouldn’t allow it so I told Boo to take my stuff, the caravan also had a weight limit, and wait at the camp, then we traveled across the waste’s till we meet up with four people who called themselves stalkers.” Blackjack pauses as this is the moment everything goes downhill, as she always manages to fail in saving anyone “then a large pack of what you call watchmen attack and we lose seven ponies, then we get down into the metro via a sewer tunnel and then we ring this bell that brings a boat, but those norsalisis attacked and… I’m the only survivor.” Blackjack shuddered when she thought back to the norsalisis tearing apart everypony around her splashing her with tons of blood "then I got on a boat and had to fight those shrimp. Finally I arrived in Venice, drank everything I had left on me and hit the bar.” Blackjack fished her story once again ashamed at her inability to save anyone, her fellow inmate studied her for as he filled in the blanks (bar = drinking till ya passed out) chuckling “ah, poor torvash you did not know? these are gangsters and they are going to sell you to hansa, those bastards see you as the new best toy for the kids, not giving a damn what you think.” her partner informed her, he then introduced himself “comrade Pavel” Blackjack’s perception told her that there was more to him and that he wasn't just a simple soldier. “that’s the hat of an officer” Pavel sighed as he had hoped he would just get by without having to reveal more about himself in case this pony proved to be trouble for the red line. “Comrade Major Pavel.” reinstated himself and put on a knowing smile hoping that this small detail would be satisfactory and Pavel also hoped she wouldn't hold it against him, he didn't really lie to her. “Blackjack” she responded in kind, two of the gangsters reentered the train car causing both Pavel to lower his voice down to a whisper as he continued to talk with her. “ if only I had a knife I could take them”, Blackjack's ear's perked up, she could assist Pavel and he would help her in return, maybe she would even gain a friend through this, provided that he wasn't just boasting, somehow the Reaper had faith in the communists abilities. “a throwing knife fell down behind that box right next to us” Blackjack's life and freedom now were in Pavel's hands. Pavel gave her a quick thumbs up and blackjack thought 'wait didn’t he have his hands tied behind his back a minute ago?' Blackjack than realised that Pavel had broken his bonds. Pavel now leaned on the box as he fished for the knife, finding it and putting the hand back in its spot just in the nick of time as one of gangsters forced him to sit straight and smacked him across the head for leaning against the box. No sooner did he turn his back on Pavel then did Pavel spring up and stab him in the back of his waist. “Oh shit!” the other gangster cried as he pulled out his revolver and fired two shots at Pavel but only succeeded in hitting his now certainly dead partner's chest. Pavel threw the knife and it hit the scumbag right in his eye he dropped dead on the spot as Pavel scavenged from the two gangsters of their equipment. “you gonna help me?” Blackjack stated slightly annoyed at Pavel, hiding her worry that he might just abandon her despite the fact that she has aided him so far. “I’m looking for key’s” the communist defended himself before cursing “Blyat! No keys. Alright we’re going to have to break down your cage” he took a grip on the bar’s and Blackjack got ready to buck. “On three. One…Two…THREE!” the cage busted open as the combined strength of the two shattered the cage. “Woah, that was easier then I thought” Pavel stated as he still held on to two bars. “Probably because of these cybernetic limbs.” Blackjack answered his question allowing him to get a close look at the cybernetics. “oh those are your limbs? Fascinating, very fascinating indeed.” Pavel sated as he cut off the magic inhibitor the gangsters had put on blackjack, he looked at the equipment before them, he picked up a Sagia and revolver from the gangster’s with the ammunition for both and look over to see a Shambu (Zebra assault rifle) with a magazine in it and eleven more right next to it “hey, I think you can put this to good use” he said as he tossed blackjack the weapon and magazines getting a nod out of the pony, they were ready to go. ……… Pavel Morozov has become you companion you have gained the companion perk "musketeers" your efficiency with pre war weapons has been increased (limited to small guns only, no energy or magical weapons either). lasts only as long as Pavel is in your party Author's Note okay, this one was actually planned to happen much later but I decided to continue Khan's shenanigans in a flash back arc. also, Pavel is just an awesome Character from Metro Last Light, nothing more. so don't go talking politics please (though that would be better than commenting nothing at all (I am in really desperate need of feedback))
Part 1, PrologThe room was filled with heated debate between; a thug wearing a camouflaged combat chest plate, a woman with a black anti radiation suit, a officer with a uniform similar to the thugs’, a soldier with the same uniform and an old man in a wheelchair with only one arm wearing a uniform and a beret. The officer spoke out “okay run thru it again, Artyom, you put your shambeler down by the bedside” “yes and then I went to sleep.” Replied the thug, Artyom, one of the Ranger Order's strongest and most skilled members, he had saved the metro from the Clutches of Korbot but now he was stumped on what the hell happened during his sleep. “Was Anne with you?” The soldier interjected causing both the woman and Artyom to blush and look at the floor in embarrassment. “Ulman I swear if you make a joke like that again I will find every last person that contributed to your survival and shoot them myself” the old man, Miller, told the soldier. Ulman took at least forty blood infusion's to stabilize alone, the operation on him was one of the most ambitious ones preformed since the war. the soldier, Ulman, in his usual sarcastic banter as the infamous 'comedian' of the Ranger ranks, chuckled. the Woman, Anne, the Order's top sniper, Miller's daughter and Artyom's wife continued her husbands story from her perspective. “Anyway when I entered the room found Artyom asleep with the strange weapon in the place of the shamble.” Ulman saw an opportunity to make another joke and began to tease “Anne I think Artyom might be cheating on yo-” before he could finish his smartass joke Ulman felt a sharp jab in his stomach, he may be older, but Artyom was far more physically fit. “Alright, alright everyone calm down!” The office shouted, clearly he was not going to put up with either Ulman or Artyom's shit. “never thought I'd see the day you’d stick up for me Korneyev.” Ulman said as he recomposed himself. Korneyev did not acknowledge Ulman as he continued “and where is the strange gun now Miller?” Korneyev turned to face the old man, but Ulman answered the question for Miller. “Its in the armory, i had a look at it myself, rather impressive piece of work if you ask me.” Ulman was impressed at the weapon, it was a semi-auto shotgun that got it's ammo through a round drum, firing twelve gage buckshot, but it was filled with 'clean' (military grade) rounds and this confused Ulman. Ulman continued asking “why is this so important? I mean what changes if-” “it changes the very fabric of our lives and the fabric of our universe” a new voice answered Ulmans question in a tone that made it look like Ulman had asked if nukes were bad. Everyone turned to see an old man in worn clothes standing in the doorway with his hands together in a praying fashion but tilted downwards to be pointing parallel to the ground. “Khan” Miller said his voice a mix of mistrust and curiosity. what had the old philosopher come to do now? As usual, not a single soul had seen Khan until he made his presence known. Khan continued his statement “you do not know what is coming, you know as i have told you about the multiple universes and timelines yes?” it was true Khan had spoken about how there were so many other dimensions “ did you think they all stayed in place, no their always moving about, and sometimes they get close other dimensions-” “Khan wait, you just said that they moved, what does that look like in the first place?” Ulman cut Khan off. Ulman’s question succeeded in causing Khan to pause for two seconds before he continued “you know how are Solar system is in the galaxy? think of that but on a larger scale, with dimensions of a similar nature or timeline clustering around each other. now this is normal, but sometimes dimensions come into close proximity with each other, when they do that, some things are transferred between them, mostly small items but sometimes even lifeforms get sucked through. again usually when the dimensions are of a similar timeline this is not a problem but sometimes when dimensions of a different timeline get close to each other this process can be world changing.” Miller then asked Khan “How do you know this?” Khan’s expression changed to one of doubt and began slowly, knowing that the following answer would make it look like he had lost his mind, but he had to warn them. “This has happened before, you recall it as the time when stories had Dragons, Minotaur’s, Griffins, Unicorns and Pegasus...” Khans solemn voice almost echoed in the resulting silence. The entire room, save for Khan, burst out laughing at the aged Mongolian “okay Khan, have you waited all this time to pull that joke” Ulman asked between wheezing gasps for air and failed to hear Khan’s reply of “no” but Khan continued talking. “and now our dimension is on a collision course an-” Khan blurted out befor Korneyev cut him off. “no that’s enough Ulman take him out of here” Korneyev was not going to listen to Khan's rambelings any longer. “bu-” Ulman tried to reason before being cut off “that is an order!” and sighed before saying “sorry Khan but it is time for you to go.” Khan merely responded in a hushed tone “it is indeed time for my departure, I hope this doesn’t hurt to much.” “wha-” but before Ulman had a chance to react he was on the ground almost curled up into a ball, Artyom instinctively drew out his revolver but just as he began to level it out he was struck with immense pain causing him to let go and cry out as the revolver left his hands, the next thing he knew Khan was standing in front of everyone with Artyom’s revolver, Anna instinctively shielded Miller and Arytom tried moving in to shield her but Khan just played with the revolver in his hands as he continued speaking. “this event is imminent and I am going to the northern stations so I can make contact, I do not know the exact day, but I do know it will happen at midnight” he then tossed the revolver back to Artyom and left the room. No one said anything and they just soo there for a few minutes. Of course when they finally did do something Khan was long gone from the facility. -Hours later outside a building on the edge of Moscow Khan set up a camp up against the side of a building facing outwards and beyond the metro, he may as well have set it up on the edge of the world. Khan set up and dugout the disassembled weapons he kept in his backpack, all in all he had seven weapons in total, he decided to keep out the Hellsing, Bigun (which he loaded with Dragonbreath incendiary shells for this special occasion) and his Bayoneted AK. he then closed up his tent, sat on the concrete floor, swapped his empty filter for a full one and began to wait. He entered a deep meditation stance taught to him in his most famous past life (which was the one he got his name from) he had done it before, it minimized his air intake (killed hunger and thirst as well) while maximizing his situational, spiritual and cosmic awareness, he privately thanked the Chinese monks that taught him this technique. He could stay like this for years. Khan didn’t half to wait long as the moon reached its spot in the sky ( it was a clear evening, luckily for Khan) that signified midnight the whole world shook and a loud boom with a bright light flashed temporarily blinding the aged Mongolian. Outwardly Khan looked unchanged but inside he was in total chaos, the spiritual world had been blindsided by this event and as Khan regained his vision he looked up and saw the sky now had two moons! Khan took out his binoculars and investigated, he could faintly see off in the distance small black dots flying around of their own will, he left his tent with its little sign attached to the front zipper reading property of the wolf and Khan set out to see what had changed about the land he had heard so much about many, many centuries ago. Author's Note NOTE: I LOVE feedback, no matter what that feedback is! If I'm screwing up horribly then let me know! If you liked it let me know! I HATE being left clueless to what my audience thinks.
Part 2, Khan's exhibitionKan ran through the swamp as if it wasn’t there. They always laughed, they laughed when he said he would unite Mongolia, they laughed when he said he would conquer China, beat Rome and they laughed especially hard when he agreed with the world being round, they always laughed, but he was always right the end. Khan stopped and sensed less radiation, so he took off his mask, the air was breathable. Khan continued off down his way and come to a familiar sight, wrecked buildings and skeletons everywhere, Khan began to form theories on what happened. “g-go away” a small voice whimpered out, Khan turn to see something that he hadn’t seen in a long time. A little unicorn filly, brown coat and mane holding a sawed off double barrel shotgun in his magical aura. Khan put on a gentle smile and knelt down before gently asking “put the gun down little one” the gun dropped like a stone and the filly's whimper turned to crying. “Please help, raiders took my mom and my sister and I got to take care of grampa and help him get better” Khan could see the tears begin to fall as the poor colt begged. Desperate for the return of those he'd lost. Khan decided his best course of action was to first get more information and began to comfort the filly “okay, okay I’ll help but first take me to him” upon hearing those words the little filly’s mood improved rapidly and he practically hoped all the way to a small campsite. “Junior, is that you?” A voice filled with pain called out to the filly. Khan could sense that this filly and his grandfather were living on the edge, just barley getting by on what the grew/scavenged. the small colt enthusiastically replied “gampa! I found a strange being who said he would get Mommy back!” Khan almost chucked at the small child's innocence and his ever trusting nature. “Junior what did I tell you about talking to strange pon-” before the old stallion could finish his sentence he took a look at khan and shifted backwards “your not a pony at all!” he had bandages wrapped around his torso and right hoof “who are you!” he asked. Khan decided it was best not to reveal his ‘true’ name to anyone so he told the aged stallion “they call me the wolf” bowing as he introduced himself with a tone that maximized intimidation, it wasn't a lie as some stations only knew him by that name. “Your grandchild is right, I have promised that I will get your daughter back.” “and my grandfoal?” the aged stallion asked with a bit of fear in his voice, yet there was also hope, hope that he could see those he'd lost again. “If possible.” Khan merely replied, now it was his turn to ask questions “now, how did the world end up like this?” The old Stallion looked at him in confusion asking “you don’t know?" Khan merely shook his head, allowing the old colt to continue "The Zebra’s and Celestia duked it out with mega spells, what you see before you is the aftermath.” Khan couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of disappointment, they were to human-like for their own good, they could not end wars so wars ended them. or was a draw towards violence and wars not just a Human trait, but a trait of all sentient beings? No, the Dark Ones disproved that notion, but could they be the exception and not the rule? Khan Pondered these questions as he pulled out his canteen and after he took a drink from his bottle Khan put it away and he asked “what about the raiders?” the Stallion was really beginning to wonder if 'the Wolf' came from a stable as he asked as many questions as stable ponies did “what about them? What’s not to say, their crazy, psychotic, always looking for a fight, they have no morals and being their prisoner is something I wouldn’t wish on even my worst enemy, lucky for me, the Raiders around here don’t have guns and I do. But they jumped us when I misplaced my shotgun, fortunately for us Dusty here already found it.” pointing to the double barrel that the small foal was leaning on. “Dusty was on his way back when they showed up so he went hiding under a wreaked fridge, I tried my best, but they slashed me six times along the stomach and I also got stabbed in the right hoof” he tried rubbing his wounds to sooth the pain, “I was left for dead” “but I had a healing potion!” Dusty chimed in causing the old stallion smile turning to 'the Wolf' he desperately pleaded 'the Wolf' to “just get my babies back. They took them down the road to their camp it's not far from here, you might just get there in time to save them!” Khan looked him in the eye and declared “it will be done.” Khan stood up and left the two to find these raiders. He continued down the road silently until he came to a stack of cars in the shape of a barricade, he knelt down and slid into the camp like a shadow. The Raiders were other ponies with scar’s, the haircuts of a reject metal band, and a crazy look in their eyes, they were in conversation “thank the goddesses that old colt’s finally dead! I only wish I could have been there to watch the last drop of blood drain from his body.” a voice hollered “ I bet he’d taste real good” another chimed in as the raiders continued their mockery “ack...you bitch” the raiders heard it causing them to turn and see one of theirs dead in the grip of a creature taller than any of them wearing strange (even for them) clothes and having a look of murderous fire in his eye’s “who the fuck are you!” the head raider asked as they all drew their weapons, knives, axes and spears, with the head one drawing a sword from his obviously scavenged uniform. Khan looked around in disgust, even Bandits had more honor then these rats. “your not even worth the bullets" Khan Growled before drawing his own knife out from its sheath strewn on his chest. …… The old stallion couldn’t believe it, the Wolf returned covered in blood, with his daughter and granddaughter, he also brought a bunch of other ponies the raiders had captured with all the supplies from the raiders camp. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you” he said for the thousandth time. “wiping that scum out is more a moral duty then something I should be paid for” the Wolf calmly replied having not bothered with washing the blood off. the Stallion continued “so their gone?” hardly believing that he wouldn't have to worry about them, how he could finally rest a little easier knowing that nopony was going to come and snatch away his loved ones in the middle of the night. “they will never bother you or anybody ever again” the stallion was too grateful to correct the Wolf on how he was saying everypony. “I wish there were more like you” he chuckled "Don't." The Wolf scoffed him, “ not all of my kind are a good natured and benevolent as I am, though it is rare to find one’s as despicable as those raiders” the Stallion assumed that good nature was similar to whatever Benevolent meant. the Wolf continued “We now share a world, you will meet more, hopefully nothing bad will happen, but I must go.” and the Wolf was gone before he could say anything else. …… “DJPon3 here! Have I got a story for you children today! Okay so I'm going to assume that it wasn’t just everypony here at Tenpony Tower that got yanked out of dream world by an unholy racket at midnight, well I got early reports of this strange being, taller than anypony, wearing strange clothes, a bit like a hellhound but it was nearly furless save for a bit of mane on its head. Carrying around the strangest weapon’s you’ve ever seen. It could talk too! Called itself ‘the Wolf’ and his first action is…… killing an entire raider camp with a knife.. Children, this ‘Wolf’ is not one to be messed with, but hey, he killed raiders and saved some captured ponies so we all owe him a small thank you However. Children if your up past your bedtime you might notice something a little off in the sky, and by off I meant that there’s another moon in the sky, no I’m not kidding Children it’s really there!, anyway I’m being flooded with reports of other strange activities and I got a lot of work to do, I’ll keep you up to date with the truth! But now, some music” Author's Note note: when this chapter was made I kinda had a memory lapse about what happened in PH so slight mistakes were made. trust me though, the story gets more FOE friendly as we go on. Note: Khan may seem a bit different for those who only played the game, but while what portrayed in the game is one aspect of his character, the book gives him a lot more depth, he is a master manipulator, while this is justified by the fact that he usually uses these shady means to preform good deeds he still has no problem with killing anyone and everyone in his way to achieve his goals.
Part 3, Gangsters, Communists and ponies (part 1)*1 day after the entire metro has found out about ponies (2 months give or take after the events of the last chapter)* Venice was one of the place’s a pony could get service like humans, the bar a large sign reading ‘ATTENTION EQUINES! We only accept clean ammunition, only calibers accepted are 5.45x39, 7.62x39, 7.62x54, 44 magnum and 12 gauge. Thank you for cooperation.’ Mares and Stallions would brave the long journey to try a taste of the stations famous “bullet” drink, only costing one bullet (and rumor to have the effects of one to) and into the bar came another pony, drench in blood from head to hoof. “ruff trip?” the barman asked the newcomer as she sat down on a stool at the counter. “Ya, it was quite an adventure, you can’t actually put into words how annoying, terrifying and deadly a norsalis is, all at the same time and don’t me started on those shrimp’s!” Shouted the newcomer, blowing off some steam at the high concentration of mutants that surrounded the station, particularly the water born mutants; nicknamed 'shrimps' and known for giving everyone that pass through their territory a bad time. “almost everyone is now complaining about the shrimps these days it seems crazy to remember when they were non-hostile, so what do you want”, the barman asked the mare, he could smell some alcohol already on her breath as the mare look him in the eye and said “twelve bottles of your famous Bullet drink please.” the bartender stared at her in shock. She then levitated out more MGR's than the bar gets in a month and hovered them the counter “keep the change.” he instantly put twelve bottles on the counter, the mare’s forehoof extended and out of it popped a set of five mechanical digits, he was shocked and then realise the entire hoof was mechanical! She took a whopping 4 seconds to drain the bottle but sloppily put it down on the counter with a face that seemed to express approval and then she picked up the second bottle and began to chug it as well. eleven bottles of 'the bullet' disappeared down the mare's seemingly insatiable gullet before she finally began downing the last one. Just at the moment the last drop hit her stomach then did she fall backwards so drunk that she passed out before she even hit the floor. “Wow. I was right, you owe me five bullets” a man in a grey parka said to a colleague wearing a similar parka “whatever lets just get this one quickly before the train leaves" his partner replied. The bartender sighed, he would like to interfere but the gangsters would have his head for it. The poor pony was going to have a long hard road ahead of her in Hansa. ……… Blackjack came out of her hangover right into the withdraw, her head felt like it had spent an entire month as a target dummy for a steel ranger firing range. Blackjack also notice that she was now in a cage doused in water, revealing the cybernetics that covered her. ”hey, that's quite a fancy outfit you got there little pony” one of her capturers teased not realizing that the cybernetics were built in. Blackjack began to take in her surroundings, the man looking at her had baggy cargo pants and a grey parka with some sort of cross sown on to it, his fat head sporting a smirk that just made Blackjack want to punch him and wipe that infuriating look off his ugly face. “I tried getting them off earlier and it wouldn’t budge” another one interjected “what are we going to do if it's attached?” Blackjack began to wonder what horrible fate would await her once they found out that the cybernetics were indeed attached. the two brutes looked stumped at the prospect, but not for long as a third voice entered the conversation “we’ll sell her off to a hansa scientist, I’m sure they would be happy to get all the technology to reverse engineer everything they got” the third voice interjected and as Blackjack looked over she realised that this one was clearly the leader with his (probably stolen) fancy hat and medals. “Ah, great idea boss!” the second one sated. Blackjack checked her inventory, it was empty, she now thanked the stroke of wisdom that had told her to leave her family pistol behind. Blackjack noticed a throwing knife loosely placed on a box next to her, she tried to reach out for it with her horn's magic but then realised that they had put a magic restrainer on her. Blackjack then began to feel the train begin to slow down until it finally grinded to a halt causing the throwing knife to fall down in-between the box and the wall. “oh I’ve been waiting for this” everyone except Blackjack (because she was still in a cage) left the train car. After a few minutes hey came back in, the two henchmen holding a new human, he was in a black coat that was covered with many extra pouches for carrying more stuff, he also had on an officer's hat that did not appear to be stolen, he was bleeding from the nose and mouth, as well as having a black eye. Blackjack watched as the stranger took another punch to the face from the ‘boss’ and was sat down right next to Blackjack. “you commie fuck! Just wait till we get to our station, then you’ll hang like the dog you are hahahahaha!” the 'Boss' cackled as he left the room followed by his henchmen. Blackjack was now left alone with the man, who looked at her for a few moments before deciding to break the ice “so, how did you get here torvash?” Blackjack sighed, it wasn’t like there was anything else to do “I was hired by a caravan, they wanted some bodyguards, I was with Boo, Boo wanted to come along but the caravan wouldn’t allow it so I told Boo to take my stuff, the caravan also had a weight limit, and wait at the camp, then we traveled across the waste’s till we meet up with four people who called themselves stalkers.” Blackjack pauses as this is the moment everything goes downhill, as she always manages to fail in saving anyone “then a large pack of what you call watchmen attack and we lose seven ponies, then we get down into the metro via a sewer tunnel and then we ring this bell that brings a boat, but those norsalisis attacked and… I’m the only survivor.” Blackjack shuddered when she thought back to the norsalisis tearing apart everypony around her splashing her with tons of blood "then I got on a boat and had to fight those shrimp. Finally I arrived in Venice, drank everything I had left on me and hit the bar.” Blackjack fished her story once again ashamed at her inability to save anyone, her fellow inmate studied her for as he filled in the blanks (bar = drinking till ya passed out) chuckling “ah, poor torvash you did not know? these are gangsters and they are going to sell you to hansa, those bastards see you as the new best toy for the kids, not giving a damn what you think.” her partner informed her, he then introduced himself “comrade Pavel” Blackjack’s perception told her that there was more to him and that he wasn't just a simple soldier. “that’s the hat of an officer” Pavel sighed as he had hoped he would just get by without having to reveal more about himself in case this pony proved to be trouble for the red line. “Comrade Major Pavel.” reinstated himself and put on a knowing smile hoping that this small detail would be satisfactory and Pavel also hoped she wouldn't hold it against him, he didn't really lie to her. “Blackjack” she responded in kind, two of the gangsters reentered the train car causing both Pavel to lower his voice down to a whisper as he continued to talk with her. “ if only I had a knife I could take them”, Blackjack's ear's perked up, she could assist Pavel and he would help her in return, maybe she would even gain a friend through this, provided that he wasn't just boasting, somehow the Reaper had faith in the communists abilities. “a throwing knife fell down behind that box right next to us” Blackjack's life and freedom now were in Pavel's hands. Pavel gave her a quick thumbs up and blackjack thought 'wait didn’t he have his hands tied behind his back a minute ago?' Blackjack than realised that Pavel had broken his bonds. Pavel now leaned on the box as he fished for the knife, finding it and putting the hand back in its spot just in the nick of time as one of gangsters forced him to sit straight and smacked him across the head for leaning against the box. No sooner did he turn his back on Pavel then did Pavel spring up and stab him in the back of his waist. “Oh shit!” the other gangster cried as he pulled out his revolver and fired two shots at Pavel but only succeeded in hitting his now certainly dead partner's chest. Pavel threw the knife and it hit the scumbag right in his eye he dropped dead on the spot as Pavel scavenged from the two gangsters of their equipment. “you gonna help me?” Blackjack stated slightly annoyed at Pavel, hiding her worry that he might just abandon her despite the fact that she has aided him so far. “I’m looking for key’s” the communist defended himself before cursing “Blyat! No keys. Alright we’re going to have to break down your cage” he took a grip on the bar’s and Blackjack got ready to buck. “On three. One…Two…THREE!” the cage busted open as the combined strength of the two shattered the cage. “Woah, that was easier then I thought” Pavel stated as he still held on to two bars. “Probably because of these cybernetic limbs.” Blackjack answered his question allowing him to get a close look at the cybernetics. “oh those are your limbs? Fascinating, very fascinating indeed.” Pavel sated as he cut off the magic inhibitor the gangsters had put on blackjack, he looked at the equipment before them, he picked up a Sagia and revolver from the gangster’s with the ammunition for both and look over to see a Shambu (Zebra assault rifle) with a magazine in it and eleven more right next to it “hey, I think you can put this to good use” he said as he tossed blackjack the weapon and magazines getting a nod out of the pony, they were ready to go. ……… Pavel Morozov has become you companion you have gained the companion perk "musketeers" your efficiency with pre war weapons has been increased (limited to small guns only, no energy or magical weapons either). lasts only as long as Pavel is in your party Author's Note okay, this one was actually planned to happen much later but I decided to continue Khan's shenanigans in a flash back arc. also, Pavel is just an awesome Character from Metro Last Light, nothing more. so don't go talking politics please (though that would be better than commenting nothing at all (I am in really desperate need of feedback))
