Over the past week, I reformed Starlight Glimmer and Queen Chrysalis accidentally when I pointed out the flaws in their plans. What actually happened was I first plowed right into the hive, causing it. They promptly surrendered, much to my amusement. I didn't have to do a damn thing. The changelings of the hive even started worshiping me. Thorax became king of the changelings, they even made a statue of me, and the ponies of Starlight's town made a statue of me in the middle of their town square. What surprised me was how they got every detail of me right.

No one gave shit that they stepped down from their positions of power.

About a week later, I was bored out of my processor. Seriously. I literally had nothing else to do. I help out sometimes at Applejack's farm hauling apples. I even train the royal guards in combat tactics, which Princess Celestia appreciates very much. I even introduced them to basketball, something the unicorn guards enjoyed immensely.

In another Equestria, a messy, black haired boy was having trouble with an endless horde of renegade changelings. Waving his wand, he set up powerful shield and pulled a cube token from his bag, pressed on it and said, "Optimus Prime, do you read me? I need your help!"

My personal token was buzzing, I pushed on the cube to talk to somebody who needed my help.

"Hello?"

"Hey mate, can you come over? I need help with a bug horse problem. I can only take so many at a time, and my wand does bollocks in terms of damage." said a voice that sounded oddly British. Goddamn it, it's a Displaced Harry Potter. This was a new one for me.

"I'll be right there."

Behind Harry Potter were hordes upon hordes of Changelings that just dont know when to quit.

A few of the Changelings cackled madly until a sickening crunch was heard.

"Let's... roll!"

Harry grinned back at me.

I fired off a few shots from my ion blaster. A few Changelings screamed in terror as Harry and I blasted away. The top of the engines that are made of my flight tech opened up to reveal a railgun on each side, pretty damn powerful. I blasted away horde after horde, while Harry fired several Reductor curses. When he got winded he hid behind the rock and I kept blasting away.

A few hours later, I sat down, exhausted. The Changelings weren't so lucky, 57% were dead or dying, and 43% were wounded... and complaining about their injuries, much to my amusement.

"MY LEG!" one Changeling shouted.

"I think I went blind. Hey. Who turned out the lights?"

"My head... ughhhh!"

"I... I can't feel my face."

"MY ARM!"

"I should have stayed in bed today."

"I...I think I have a concussion. Hey, I-Is it a bad sign if you smell Prench toast and everything looks like it's underwater?"

"Damn. Ah was two days from retirement."

"Well shit."

"DOC! I'm dyin' here! Doc! C'mon man!"

I turned to my fellow Displaced and said, "Well, that was fun. If you ever want to hang out or beat up more bad guys, give me a call. I'm just a hop, skip, and a jump."

I then went through a portal back to Equestria to conclude the day.

Author's Note

Second chapter done!