A Helljumper ending.

The white light was soon replaced by the night again, Rilik didn't understand what went wrong, he set it to detonate, he tried to run for the cockpit to start the overload again when he was impaled in the chest by the midnight blue equine. Rilik gripped the horn trying to pry it out of his chest, blood seeped from his wound, he fired what was left of his clip one-handed into the equine only having failure be rewarded by his endeavor, he gazed around the field for any answer of why the core didn't detonate, he looked back at the ship, he saw ten horned equines surrounding a ball of glowing light, he was shocked, they had contained a slipspace drive explosion, he returned his gaze back to the horse that had impaled him.

The large pony flung him effortlessly off it's horn and into the raged army, he gripped his empty rifle and hit the ground with a thud, he tried getting up but was crowded by the angry ponies as they stomped him, tried to stab him and rammed him. His armor took a lot of the brunt, but some of the of the hits hurt and passed through his armor, he butted the face of one of the ponies with his gun.

The large midnight colored one stepped over to the remains of the other large one Rilik had killed, he tried to fend off more attacks with his gun but one of the horns of the equines shattered it to pieces, he took out the remains of his knife, it was alot shorter but he used it anyway, he held of the head equines that got to close and slit it's throat with the sharp part of the miniature knife. The still alive large one's horn was glowing as the dead body of the other was lifted and it's wounds healed. Rilik saw this and knew his efforts of trying to avenge his friend's death had failed, he over stepped at trying to stab at a pony and tripped since the battlefield was slick with equine blood, he was kicked on the ground until he heard something being yelled, he rolled his head side to side trying to identify the source. He saw crimson pony approach his body, the thing looked disgusted, Rilik was suddenly being dragged through the crowd of equines each one kicking him as he was dragged past, his body ached at being pulled so roughly, as it felt broken from the relentless beating of the colorful ponies. The dragging stopped and Rilik was in pain from everything that had happened since the adrenaline had wore off.

"What is it?" He heard a voice say, he rolled his head around again to see the crimson on being towered over by the two larger ones, they were obviously talking about him.

"We don't know princesses we just know the pegasi troops brought the thing they crashed in down." A deeper voice said. Rilik looked around spotting his friend's corpse on the ground near him, he crawled to it, he was prone next to his friends corpse, he took his best friend's dogtags from his body.

"You didn't deserve this man, I shouldn't of asked you to come along." Rilik couldn't help but cry a little for his dead friend. He saw his friend's assault rifle on the ground just feet away, he grabbed it and checked the clip, full, he tried to take aim at the large equine's who were now studying him. His body ached, he couldn't lift his muscles to do it, he just slung it on his back for later use if he lived that long. He had to avenge Rob's death, he knew Rob would do it for him if it was him that had died, the one he had killed walked over to him, now towering over him while he was prone.

Something lifted him up in the air, he was face to face with the equine, he threw a punch at it, but his muscle's retaliated at his effort, his punch seemed to dissapate half way to the thing's face.

"I am going to kill you, you abomination!" He growled into it's face. He let his body go limp to rest, he felt his arms being forced behind his back by an unknown force, a rope tied his wrists together.

"Why did we have to come upon this planet." He thought as he was forced into a giant wagon, loaded with equines that were muzzeled and tied up, the larger equine the one assumed to be the boss closed the door on the wagon.

The wagon started off, he was sitting in the back, the large equine he had murdered not to long ago sticking with it, He felt as though it was mocking him with it's presence. As the wagon went on, he started to cut the rope slowly with his broken knife.