It was early in the morning and Tyrant was going for a walk he needed to clear his head, he knew the kid would be fine, but that thing he saw chilled him to the bone. Dawning some scuffed button up shirt some pants and a hat... He found those in the ships laundry room and Bullet never told him about them being in the dirty pile.

Oh right, it been a few days since and some newcomers arrived. And they are an Alvin Danse is an engineer, lance prestock, a cousin of Bullet and the only guy who knows how to garden, then oddly enough a jackal that we almost shot but when he talked to us he said he wanted to stay with us. His name is koo’kia but we call him k for short, and last, there was an ONI doctor. We were suspicious of her until she earned our trust by saving the kids [lola] life

walking through a hallway he hears “Bilionss of people die for a lost cause!” he raised an eyebrow and looked in the barracks to see Alvin... screaming at the top of his lungs and doing air guitars. “So now I pray to my nation destr- closing the door he walked on

a ten-minute walk later

“Mind if I join you” bullet was waiting near a doorway leading out of the barracks he lost most of his armor somehow so he’s wearing some armor that he said hed found in the grass... Uh, it’s just a metal plate that’s been bent and shot then all held together with leather straps.

Then another voice “mee too~” ‘Oh damn kig-yar speech makes my skin crawl’ tyrant thought as the young kig-yar: Ibie’shan I think his jaws made a clack as the man nodded

[later] [song]

“RUN!!!~” the jackal yelled as a creature bullet was all too familiar with chased us I think its called a Gúta but bullet pronounced it like glue’ ta. it’s snarling and its furry body combined with the blood and the helmet of a field marshal elite accompanied by five brute cheiften and lieutenants bloody severed heads made the marines and jackal fucking flee in terror but the moa just ran and flapped their wings the... I think griffins or is it manticores... Wait no that’s thing has a scorpion tail- Mini-griffons

Fuck now’s not the time

“Damn-” His cursing along with the screeching from the moa the high pitch screaming and the other screams from the Griffin things that followed along had been the chorus of the forest for a bit “damn, Fuck Damn, Fuck fuck, dumb fag of a fucking-”

“Shut up!” bullet yelled at tyrant then the Griffons took flight and we followed them... Then surprisingly the moa fallowed as well

“Follow us to safety” yelled the first one.

The second one nodded

What bullet or K never expected to see was a little pony and a little rabbit... Like very small its pink mane and yellow fur seemingly made the clawed fucker want to eat it.

Not questioning why it’s here bullet picked it up along with the bunny

The yellow ball of fluff looked terrified but was timed tenfold as she caught a glimpse of the bloodthirsty fatass of pure claws and death that is chasing us

And she fucking screamed. Tyrant slightly feels annoyed at the little ball yellow. But she had the right to be scared.

Tyrant looked back just in time to see two burning arrows hit the beast “yeah eat that ya-”

“ROOOAAaarrr” tyrant was cut off by the beasts roar of pain

‘The griffons were trying at least’ he wanted to help so he reached for his gun “Fuck-fuck-fu-” Tyrant shivered at its breath touched him taking his pistol out of its holster he aimed but only for it to lock eyes with him... Its eyes spoke of just pure agony and hunger. Thinking fast tyrant aimed his .380 version of the standard magnum at the moa and pulled the trigger the round hit home to its head and the moa stumbled and fell

Lo and behold the monster native to reach stopped

Not wanting to stay they kept running and running and running

Making their way to a massive gate made of trees. the Griffins opened just ever so slightly so they can get in.

Finally making their way in the unusual group were held at spearpoint. Then an old looking one said “halt creatures” he is the one with wearing a leather helmet and a chest plate emblazoned with a griffon and shield ordered us “names and state your business”

K started talking first “Mee~ Koo-kia~”

Then bullet “Uh... Just call me Allen” still carrying the frozen pony

Next tyrant “ just call me Tyrant Now just get a medic or Il-” *whak!* tyrant was silenced by a hit in the head with an opposite end of a spear “ow you stupid cun-” “whak!” another hit silenced him

“Alright you big muscles can you tell me what in the name of all that is good’ what that thing was”

“Don’t ask me I’m, not the one who got traumatized as a kid” Tyrant answered then the Griffin pointed to the kig-yar

“You? Uh... reptile-bird”

He answered with a “mee~ noo~ know~!”

Then he pointed to bullet “you... Pasty and tall with the pony,” he asked bullet

“It’s a Gúta a predator to my home whats it doing here I don-...” *pufft* oh... He just... Uh fell

Bullet falling backward. Dropped the pony he was holding and then the pony finally did something... It was scream and faint

[two hours later]

Sitting in a stone room with a stone window and a stone bed carved into the stone wall and a stone nightstand near it a stone door and a stone-framed picture of stone while we get checked for stone- sorry, checked for injuries was bad enough now we gotta wait for their leader for questioning

*click* the door opened to reveal a young griffin with a gold crown, “alright uh... Tyrant right” nodding, the griffon continued “so I have some questions about the pony-”

“I don’t know how she got here-” *slap* cutting him off the griffin, tyrant received a clawed slap “ow”

“Don’t interrupt your betters”

“I don’t even live here”

“I lead this country”

“Country?”

*slap*

*slap* “Kid give back my crown” another Griffin made his way in and took the crown then slapped the younger one

“Uh...” then the smaller one flew out the window. or tried. he just smacked the wall forgetting the window was behind not to his left

“Oh, Anywho now my names red beak”

“David Simmons but just call me Tyrant” Tyrant confused and rubbing his cheek slightly bleeding was somehow in a talking mood.

“oh we can fix that scratch for ya” he offered.

“okay thanks” he accepted.

Author's Note

uh... yeah