"Get the hell up, Sargent!" Someone yelled before my eyes shot open at the loud voice. Imagine my surprise when I saw the captain standing next to my bed looking frantic as Alex was trying to calm down.

"What's going on?" I said with a worried expression as I jumped out of the bed, and I'm using that term loosely. I got to Alex's side to help her while I still paid attention to the captain.

"A few of the soldiers attempted to... They said it was a way to, in their words, "Get back at those griffin fucks."." That made my blood boil as many different possibilities ran through my mind at that. "Thankfully, a senior officer was able to hear her cry's for help. Those few are awaiting punishment for their crimes with a possible Court Marshal."

"Anything else?" I seethed, my anger about to reach a point of no return while I checked Alex for injuries.

"Other than that, get your sidearm, a new policy has been passed: all soldiers are required to have at least their sidearm with them." Sighing, I took Alex's hand and lead her to the armory to collect our weapons. She's officially enlisted as an E-2, Private First Class, which was her old rank in the Griffin Army.

We walked through the entire ship trying to find the Armory and even asked which way to go. I've also come to the conclusion that I'm complete shit when it comes to directions, but apparently, Alex is great because of her leading had us find it in five minutes. Seriously, am I that bad at directions.

It didn't matter as I got my pistol and Alex got hers before we set off for the flight deck to see some Jets and choppers that were preparing to take off. The pilots for the Jets were ordered to prevent the Griffins from getting to the rest of the nation while the helicopters were ordered to get as many supplies as possible and transport troops to the front lines. After we began to take their weapons, we've been able to hold them back, but I'm still unsure if it was the gun or the bullet that did the damage to it.

They flew off at speeds almost to fast to follow, but the Griffins could definitely still shoot them out the sky. Most wouldn't make it back from the battlefields; however, we could definitely hope for them though.

"Hey... Hunter, why are we up here?" Alex asked as I examined an F-36C Lightning II. I smiled sadly as fond memories of me and my dad going to an aeronautics museum around DC came to mind.

"Just wanted to see the real thing. My dad liked to fly and I was fascinated by how it worked, but that's in the past now. Just a little omen to my dad... Hell, I may take up flying if I can. Possibly a Blackhawk or maybe this bad boy." I rested a hand on the jet as a smile worked its way on to my face. My thoughts were disrupted when a hand on my shoulder before being forced around.

My instinct took control as I pulled a hidden knife from underneath my CIRAS, Combat Integrated Releasable Armor System, and held it against their neck. My mind was almost clouded from this as my flight or fight instinct caused me to gain tunnel vision. I had to pull away since it was a private – possibly a pilot trainee – that was about to piss himself.

"S-sorry. I d-d-didn't want to scare you. I was just told to deliver a message from the captain." He said before I pulled the knife away and put it back with ease and he let out a sigh of relief. "Your one scary kid; you know that?" I chuckled from embarrassment at that accusation; more so to vocally squelch the growing anxiety. "Anyways, new mission came in from the president himself. You need to report to the Bridge for mission briefing." I waved the private goodbye as Alex followed, but I suspected that it was to not get caught up in something that happened earlier.

It took a while to get to the Bridge as Captain Meier walking to me from a side room as I saluted to the superior officer. Everyone else began to follow my actions directed at John in a show of respect.

"At ease. Hunter, you're needed in here." He said as I dropped my salute and followed him into the room.

I saw a group of four in uniforms that looked a lot like MARPAT camo and fully equipped with MP7s and M4A1s. I looked at them in confusion as they looked at me while my anxiety began to rise more. The captain motioned me to the table in the middle of the room which I follow.

"Hunter, I want to introduce you to this team. The Puerto Rican is Alejandro Rojo; Everyone calls him Red." I rolled my eyes at the obvious nickname. "The Asin American is Jason Nick."

"Most people call me Nyx because of my specialty of staying hidden at night in no man's land." I nodded in acknowledgment as the introductions continued.

"Anyways," Captain Meier said, exasperated at the man's interruption. "The American is Alex Hunter; call him Beast. He's a monster at hand to hand combat. The African American is Jackson Miller. People call him Ghost because of his stealth." He came up to me and patted me on the shoulder. "Listen up, this kid is Hunter Herrero; he's the kid who caused confusion from behind enemy lines in the Keys and saved Hundreds of millions of lives by providing the information of the shielded armor and special weapons of the Griffins. The griffin behind him is Alex Silverclaw, previous Griffin Army private." He walked back to the quartet and faced me again. "Hunter, this is SEAL team 6 and you're going to work with them on Operation Fallen Phenix."

I nodded before someone barged into the room looking quite worried. I looked at him and it seemed to be the same person who delivered the summons to the Bridge. "Captain! Another being of unknown origin appeared from a portal! All weapons available have been trained on her!" He panted, did he run all the way here or was the walk up the stairs that tiring. Eh, can't blame him for either.

"Did she give a name?" I asked to get more information about the new creature.

"Yes, she said her name was Celestia." My eyes widened at that.

"PRINCESS FUCKING CELESTIA!!!" Me and Alex said in unison as our jaws dropped to the floor. Alex turned to me with that same amazement with added confusion.

"How do you know Celestia?!" She yelled as we ran towards the Flight Deck where a crowd of soldiers surrounded a yellow bubble.

"Not important!"

"This is very important!"

"Not now, not the right time!"

I pushed through the crowd until I reached the bubble and visibility confused who it was. It was her; the goddess of the sun: Princess Celestia. I faced the crowd and tried to calm them down.

"Hold on! Guns down! She's not here to kill us! I promise!" I they seemed to falter a little and back up some. I turned to the Princess of the Sun and began to speak. "It's alright. No one's going to hurt you. If they do, I'll shoot them." I pulled the P226 and held it in both hands and faced the soldiers. "Also, I always wanted to meet you, Celestia." I glanced at her and saw the conflict written on her face.

I don't blame her; I won't trust the word of a species who greeted me pointing guns in my face. This could be a ploy to bring the shield down for a clean shot at the head, but after saying that I want to meet her after crossing though a portal; I'd be conflicted.

"If you are telling the truth," She began, her soft, silky smooth voice was nice to hear in a time like this, "How do you know me?" I couldn't help a smile grow on my face followed swiftly by a chuckle.

"A TV show here created by a woman named Lauren Faust." Her eyes widened and she seemed to be considering dropping the barrier. "It was called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic." A few laughed at that, but I continued. "It was therapeutic for me. I lost a couple family members and I couldn't cope for years, my fears gripped me as I began to understand my actual fears, and I couldn't think of anything but that. A friend recommended it to me and I watched it; I watched it for years and I actually began to become social. That show helped me, showed me a way of living, lead me away from suicide when I couldn't even talk to my family to help." I paused and held back tears from the unpleasant memories. "All because of your student."

A moment of silence ensued after my little speech as she began to understand what I said and it finally dropped. I smiled at her as she did the same thing redirected at me, but I'm just glad we were able to meet.

She jerked to the side as a bullet impacted her left shoulder, but a second gunshot echoed through the empty air. I ran to Celestia and applied pressure to the bullet hole to attempt to slow the bleeding down. I aimed at the bastard who shot her and pulled the trigger, my aim was true as it sailed right into the bastard's skull.

I put my pistol back in its holster before applying more pressure to her wound as her horn glowed. I removed my blood-soaked hands as she wound healed rapidly much like my level 6 armor. She seemed to be drained of her strength, but this should be extremely easy for her; not that taxing.

"The hell happened?" I asked softly, but it was heard by her. I didn't want to hide the question from her – actually I wanted the full truth – but I also feared the answer. If we play our cards right, we may gain a powerful ally from this if we're lucky.

"My sister, Discord, and I all had assassination attempts enacted upon us. My sister and I were able to put the sun and moon in a cycle before the assassins did something to nullify our magic. We're limited on the spells we can do." She stopped, it confused me. Why would she stop before mentioning Discord?

"And Discord." This was a need to know at this point or this info would go incomplete.

"His assassin succeeded." My face showed horror by this new information; because if the Griffins can kill a God – that can warp really and survive decapitating himself – then what else are they capable of doing.

"Oh dear God, we're so fucked." How can we win against creatures that can nullify self resurrection?

How can we hope to win against something like that? They have the numbers, the power, and air superiority; all we got is naval superiority, but what good is that when they can outfly Jets. I could feel someone gripping my shoulder as I delved deeper into my anxiety from this seemingly invincible enemy. It became harder to breathe as my vision began to darken; a distant voice could be heard. Damn it, I needed to calm down. If I went into a panic attack now, I wouldn't be able to do the mission.

My thinking was cut off by a slap. It hit with so much force that I went flying into a nearby jet; my body dinting the outside. Okay, that was a lie... I hit it's wing and broke it clean off, but that was followed by someone profusely apologizing. I couldn't help, but milk it for all it's worth as I pretend to be unconscious... Well, that wasn't technical a lie; I wasn't conscious, but I wasn't unconscious.

I look just listened to the argument and shouts as men were calling someone a no good bird – I could already guess who that was. Also, something interesting about the armor and being semi-unconscious, you can hear the bones cracked back into place and it's actually pretty fuckin amazing to hear; painful, but amazing. I wonder what will happen if I broke every bone in my body and it healed, would it still sound like and feel that or will I be completely numb to the sensation. Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z. Heh heh, I'm a fuckin degenerate.

"Alright, settle down," I said all shouting stopped as I picked myself back up. The phantom pains still hurt like hell. "Now, can anyone tell why I shot that guy?" It may be completely off-topic, but more important than me getting launched into the wing of the je– where'd the jet go?

"Because he shot that woman... Thing." Eh, not a brony, so I can't hold it against him for not knowing.

"Actually, because that is the leader of a nation from the world of the Griffins, but I can assure you that there from different nations." And there's the horror I was expecting. "Not to mention that she can DROP THE FUCKING SUN ON US." Yup, they finally understand that the guy I shot almost ended the world.

"Actually, I–" I covered her mouth and let the info settle in as they began to understand what was going on. Even if she couldn't. Sorry Celly, but they needed to understand.

"Sorry, but this is the only way they will stop going after you. We're xenophobic when it comes to new sentient species. Hell, we're like that when a new race appears." Poor slaves, they never deserved being taken from their home in the eleventh century and onwards. Glad that ended. Luckily, no one heard it from their minds need to take a small break after learning of a false near-apocalyptic end.

"So, what do you need princess?" We've wasted way to much time, and that could've been used to set up a peace treaty.

"Are you sure? Don't you need your leader here?" I nodded, but he heard long before I killed that guy; most likely observing the situation from afar.

"He's here. A commotion like this would attract him in an instant." I felt another hand on my shoulder, the same one from before I turned around.

"Hey umm..." The hand belonged to none other but Alex as she looked regretful. "Sorry for slapping you into that plane and being respectful for it sliding into the sea." I shrugged as I looked over to the place the jet was.

"Hate to break it to you, but you never hit it off the boat. It most likely landed on the elevator behind it. See, some people are collecting the wing to reattach it." That or they're going to scrap it, but what do I know. I'm not am aviation technician. My dad was... And now I'm abandoning that thought before I become a shriveling crying mess on the Flight Deck. "Getting back to the task at hand–"

"I would agree, my young friend." Damn it, John, let me finish my sentence before you speak; what can I do now. "Do you have a problem that draws you here or is this a matter of first contact?" She stood up and I moved beside her with my gun drawn and ready to fire as my finger was on the hairline trigger. I wasn't risking another attempt to kill her if we can have a good first contact.

"My sister was captured by enemy soldiers, the Griffins, and is being held. I need help saving her. Please, aid us in this endeavor, even if it's just one soldier and just that one mission; I would be forever indebted to you. We're down to our last two towns and we can't risk losing her; I can't risk losing her." She broke down crying and I felt a little heartbroken from seeing her like this. It was just like when I lost my family a few days ago.

"Hunter, I know that from what you heard, you've correctly deduced what will happen." It took me a second before I actually could say something about the situation she was in.

"Losing Luna would be like losing the president in the Equestrian eyes. Civil disorder, riots, and rebellions will rise as Celestia battles the enemy out of anger and grief as she might slowly become a tyrant without a counterbalance. The fact that she's was able to prevent such a thing for a thousand years is a testament to her restraint. This could only end in bad for her, and we could get some help from her; because at the rate the Griffins are taking us out, we'll be extinct by the end of the week." Celestia's head shot up, horror crossed her angelic features. Oh hell ya, did I mention how hot she looked? If times weren't so dire, many men would try to get into her pants.

"Alright, we'll help you if you can help us." The captain looked at me and practically glared at me with resolve. "Hunter, this may be a turning point in the war. We'll show this live to the nation and the two remaining cities in Equestria. We will give them hope, we will show them that they can be beaten, and you will be the one to do it." I nodded and left to the armory for my equipment before being stopped by the captain once again. "Staff Sargent Hawkins and the Griffin will accompany you on this mission. It's all we can afford at this point. Your position is the leader of the squad and designated marksmen. Your weapons will be your assault rifle and whatever DMR you may be provided by the Equestrians."

"While that's happening, I must give you this. It's the blueprints for the device we made to get here. It will prevent any permanent transformation that may occur crossing over." She said and that definitely caught my attention.

"Then we'll postpone it." She shook her head at that.

"Not enough time. It'll take at most two days to complete." I immediately turned around with a big smile on my face.

"I'll go! Transformation or not!" I yelled, I'm going to admit this; I'm a furry. This is alright with me.

"Go get your equipment you fucking furry." I laughed as I went to the armory and got the rifle before coming back up. Since the weapons that worked on Griffins weren't ours, all I had to do was kick it up and head back up. They were waiting for me as I smiled.

"Ready to go and kick ass," I said before I was directed towards the portal.

"Then step right on through," Celestia said as I did so and my eyes were assaulted by bright colors.

It looked like a drug trip that could never be explained in detail. It roughly looked like what the people in Star Wars jumped into hyperspace, but that's from my perspective. That ended when I was met with the floor of the Canterlot Castle and many scientists and soldiers alike. I was swiftly followed by Celestia, Alex, and Zoe who flew in slowly with a Blackhawk. Surprising, it for in the room and could fly really well if it wanted to.

I looked at Celestia and Alex as she was reassuring the soldiers that Alex was alright. Her word was practically law so I guess it would make sense for her do that instead of me, but whenever she looked at me; she turned away.

"It looks like there were some... Unforeseen circumstances that caused this." What was she talking about?

That's when I saw it; it's snow-white fur, it fluffy whitetail, and it's large ears. It was all around cute as all hell to me, but...

"Why am I an Artic Fox?!"

It was my reflection from the newly created mirror portal.

Author's Note

A little rushed, but please forgive me for it. I'm just to excited to write this.

Yo, my dudes, I've seen that there's a few people who don't like the story. I'm not going to defend it, but I want to know what's wrong with it. I'm not a military strategists or can even come close to how shit actually is. I know for sure that no one would ever become a higher rank unless for some specific reasons. If you would like to criticize me, go ahead; it'll help me in the long run.

For everyone who does like it, thanks for the support and love on my dudes.

For both, should I rewrite the Jack of All Trades story I have on here. I'd think I'd do a better job now that I'm more experienced with writing. Thank you.