Golden Oaks Library

Everypony had gathered in the library. He had hoped this meant he would could some shut eye after the crazy day they went through. After Twilight had restored her friends friend’s memories and cutie marks, she apparently had figured out Starswirl’s unifinished spell.

That’s when everything got crazy. The moment Twilight had dotted the last paragraph of the spell, the elements started glowing and suddenly, they shot beams of light at her while she was standing in the middle of the room. Spike had been watching the whole unfold when he felt a strange sensation sweep over him.

"What’s... Happening?" Clutching the emerald shaped locket around his neck, he looked around and saw it was same thing that engulfing Twilight and he realized it was taking him along with it. The last thing he heard before passing out was the voices of the others calling out for him and Twilight.

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A sea of stars... That's what he opened his eyes to when the bright light faded. He panicked for a second, but quickly regained his composure and began looking around. After a few minutes, he saw several images rush by him and toward two familiar figures, Twilight and Princess Celestia.

Before he could out to them, several sand-like tendrils suddenly grabbed and wrapped around him, restraining him and wrapping itself around his small muzzle and shutting him up. He was being dragged away and was unable to call for help, disappearing in a bright green light.

27 years later, Earth Realm Time

Inside the Special Forces base, in one of the private rooms of a new unit led by Johnny Cage, a young purple and green dragon was sleeping soundly on his bed, drool hanging from the corner of his muzzle.

His face suddenly contorted in fear and began twisting and turning in his covers. Lying straight on his back, his eyes flew open and gasped and sat up straight, his wings sprang out in shock. Taking deep breaths to calm himself down, he layed back down on the mattress and ran a klaw down his face. "Man... I haven't had that dream in a long time..." He sighed dejectedly. "Twenty seven years now since that day. Hmph... I'm starting to think getting back to my home world is a lost cause..."

He lade back down in a attempt to go back to sleep but the universe seemed dead set on making sure he couldn't get his beauty sleep.

"Hey Scales! Team meeting in an hour! Don't want to be late for your first mission briefing do ya?" A kocky, but familiar voice said as it knocked loudly on the other side. Spike groaned in annoyance as he sat up. "I'm up, I'm up! Don't get that award winning hair more grey than it already is!" He yelled as he got up and walked to the door, rubbing his shaved down spikes.

"Hey! Don't joke about my hair! It's one of my three best features." The voice stated as the tired dragon opened the door to his new commander, Johnny Cage who was currently smoothing back his hair with an indignant look on his face before morphing to pleasantly surprised. "Huh... From what Syzoth told me, I thought I was going to have to resort to a taser to get you up." He joked casually.

Spike suppressed a shudder. Syzoth had figured out a way to wake him up prematurely and he did not want a repeat performance with whatever Mr. Cage had in store.

Johnny cleared his throat. "Anyway, suit yourself up and get down to the hanger in one hour. It's your team's first mission and we need all of you prepped and ready." He turned and walked away.

Spike turned and closed the door behind and rubbed his eye and yawned as he walked toward his personal armory.

Six weeks. That's how long it's been since Spike and his new teammates were assembled. Most of those were spent getting to know each other better and training together as well. He shook his head, there would be time to muse later. He stopped in front of his personal armory. He smirked and said "Alright, let's get started." He opened the armory, revealing his gear inside.

He spent the next twenty minutes getting himself geared up.

When he was done, he stepped in front a full-body mirror, his wings stuck through holes in the back of the armor. He now wore a traditional Raptor warrior armor. Though every apprentice was given the same battle armor upon completion of their training, they were allowed make additions to make each armor their own.

Spike was no exception. He wore dark green fingerless gloves with a small gold colored metal plate sewn on the back of the glove. He had wrapped black strands of fabric around his wrists and midway down his arm. He was barefoot and a small strap attached to fit the sheath of his personal sword, Emerald Flame.

The sword was shaped like a standard knights sword, with a gold hilt, handle, and pommel with a small green gem inside and a dark green strap wrapped around the handle.

By a personal request to Mr. Cage, He had small black bracelet with two buttons on his right arm. One button caused a dark green mask with gold colored trimming to form around the bottom part half of his head, giving him the appearance of a ninja. The other was special. Since he couldn't camouflage himself naturally like the Saurian's, he could mimic the ability by pressing the button, turning completely invisible.

One final detail was that he was wearing pair of gold colored goggles with a black strap secured on his head.

He took a moment to run a claw down a scar that ran from the middle of his face and went down left, ending a little bit past his muzzle. He gotten the scar when he was probably around twelve years old.

After admiring himself in the mirror for few minutes, he turned toward a mechanical practice dummy he kept in the room. He took a step toward it and took up a fighting stance. "Alright Sir Punch-a-Lot, prepare to meet fist!" He yelled, throwing a punch with his right arm. The dummy suddenly sprouted arms and blocked the punch.

Spike retaliated with his left arm, but it was kaught by the dummy's other arm. He smirked and kicked in the jawline with a right kick, causing the dummy to stumble back and freeing his arms.

The young dragon got up, smirked again, and cracked his neck and said. "That was a cute trick, but now the real battle begins!" He shouted with a lunge toward the dummy. The kombatants wrestled to the ground for a few minutes, finally ending with Spike penning the dummy to the ground on it's stomach, exposing the switch on it's back. With the dummy struggling to get back up, Spike quickly free arm to flip the shut off switch, rendering the dummy lifeless once more.

Smirking, Spike got up and dusted himself off. He then dramatically pointed at the at the lifeless training dummy. "And so, my arch-nemesis, Sir Punch-a-Lot has finally been bested!" He said victoriously. He continued. "You have bested me many times my friend, but now puncher has become the punchie." He finished with a raised fist and a hearty laugh.

"Uh... are you talking to a training dummy?" A feminine voice asked. His triumphant smirk immediately turned into dawning horror as he slowly turned around to face a familiar young woman leaning in the doorway of his room with an amused smile.

Spike chuckled nervously. "Heh... hey there Cass... um... how long have you been standing there?" He asked as he blushed.

Sargeant Cassie Cage, Mr. Cage's daughter and the defacto leader of their new team. And an almost perfect copy of her dad in terms of personality, which was currently being showcased judging by the cheeky grin on her face as she spoke. "Not long, just enough to hear your hammy victory speech over a training dummy."

Spike got up and propped the training dummy back on it's stand and cleared his throat, attempting to save himself from embarrassment. "So... what are you doing in here anyway?" He asked, hoping to move past the few most embarrassing minutes of his life.

Cassie walked in, that smirk still planted on her face. "I just came in to get you up on the off chance you slept in on the day of our first mission together, but apparently that wasn't necessary." She said as she chuckled. "How are you even up already anyway? It's takes at least four of us to dragged you out of bed in the morning." She said as she laughed.

The young dragon rolled his eyes, knowing she was exaggerating. "Okay one, it only takes one of you to get me out of bed, and two, thank your dad and his loud mouth. Seriously, it's like he was born with a megaphone for a voice box." He said indignantly.

"Heard that!" A voice said from somewhere in the hall.

He crossed arms and sighed. "See?"

Cassie could only chuckled again at his misery. "Alright smart guy, come on." She gestured to the open door. "Let's get to the aircraft hangar before my dad's hair turns more grey than usual."

"Seriously, why does everyone keep dissing the hair!?" Said parent yelled, apparently having heard that to.

The two shared a laugh at Mr. Cage's misery. "Heh heh... anyway, you go on ahead Cass, I just need to get something real quick." He said as Cassie began to leave the room. He walked to the nightstand and opened the top drawer and took out his emerald shaped locket. It was last birthday gift he got from Twilight and the only thing that got dragged with him into this world. He opened it to a picture of him, Twilight, and Shining Armor during a family picnic.

He gazed at the picture solemnly. "I miss you guys everyday..." He shook his head and smiled. "If only you could see me now, especially you Shining." He placed the locket around his neck and walked until stepping out the door of his room.

"Alright, let's do this." With that proclamation, he turned and followed his friend to the hangar.

Author's Note

Hey guys! I figured I try something a little different to help me get back in to the writing groove.

Since I'm not good at describing things, I should point out that Spike's costume is based on Reptile's clothes from MK Shaolin Monks with few changes here and there, like having less defined shoulder pads and kneepads as seen this picture here, as well as what managed to describe.

To give you an idea of his adult body size, think something based on this image but with bigger muscles and without the white nails in the image.