Author's Note

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Right In The Thick Of It

Right in the Thick of It

As the bright light died, Jumper 0007 opened his eyes to the sight of a ruined castle. He didn’t really know much about the cartoon series, only bits and pieces. Since the world he Jumped to was a custom one, he doesn’t really have enough knowledge of the situation. Preparation is important, so without wasting time he immediately used his Core to obtain the powers of a certain web swinging hero.

After being bitten by a radioactive spider, his life turned around. Gaining abilities like super strength, agility, stamina, durability and heightened coordination. Aside from these basic abilities, what separates him from other heroes is his ability to detect danger seconds before it happens. Using these abilities granted to him, he swings around the city of New York doing random acts of kindness to saving thousands of lives from fighting villains who want nothing but to destroy the city.

[Core has granted Jumper 0007 access to: Spider-Man’s powers – Spider-Man]

[Core has completed construction of: Wrists Web-Shooters – Spider-Man]

Nothing much really changed in terms of his body structure what did tell Jumper 0007 that he had gained the wall-climber’s powers was his instincts yelling at him to dodge. Not one to deny this, he dodged just in time to see a rainbow streak pass by him. He traced the streak and found a cyan equine with rainbow mane. From the big cylindrical eyes, he could tell that her expression was one of surprise. The surprised look on her face however immediately morphed back in to a scowl.

“AJ, take the food back and tell Twilight that one of them found the hideout!” the rainbow maned equine said.

The sound of hooves on dirt reached Jumper 0007’s ears. Looking behind he just spotted an orange equine wearing a cowboy hat. He was going to tell her to wait and let him explain himself only for his spider-sense to flare up again. He backflipped narrowly avoiding the blue blur one more. Locking eyes with his opponent he noticed a sharp blade wrapped around her foreleg. Jumper 0007 raised both of his arms in surrender.

“Look, I just want to talk,” he said.

“Yeah, and I want you to die!”

She zoomed at her again, much faster than the last two attempts. As always, 0007 dodged it at the last second. He could see the scowl on her face deepen as she threw away her strategy of charging at him and decided to fight him up close and personal. She swiped her blade with some degree of skill and even mixing up her attacks with some kicks here and there. Despite the fast bombardment of slices and kicks, 0007 had managed to dodge all of them.

“AARGH, STAND STILL!”

“Like,” dodge. “I,” dodge. “said,” backflip. “I just want to talk with you!”

The rainbow maned equine decided to charge in again but this time, Jumper 0007 was ready. With the heightened hand-eye coordination granted by Spider-Man’s powers he shot a web at the equine’s wings. This prompted her charge to cut short as she fell face first on the damp dirt. She tried standing up only for 0007 to shoot her at her legs and seeing as how feisty she it even though her movements are restricted he continued to shoot webs at her until her whole body, sans her face, was covered in webbing.

With the fight finally ending, Jumper 0007 approached the still struggling equine. As he came closer the struggling started to become more frantic and the panic in her eyes slowly became apparent. He couldn’t blame her though, the way she fought, it looked like she was fighting to kill. She also expected him to do the same but now that she’s restricted, she didn’t know what he was going to do with her. He can probably guess what she was thinking: death would probably be better than being tortured for information.

Her struggles finally stopped, she glared at him with so much hate. “Go on… kill me!”

Jumper 0007 sighed, “I’m not here to hurt you… I just want to talk,”

“Then start talking,”

Jumper 0007 looked behind him to see a dozen equines glaring at him. Four pegasus were hovering just above him, ready to dive down should their companion get in to trouble. The unicorns were aiming their horns at him, presumably to fire some sort of projectile. Last but not the least, the normal equines scratched the mud with their hooves while their spears pointed at him. Finally standing in in the centre of this small regiment stood a female equine that had both wings and horn. Her coat was a shade of purple, she had a black mane with a purple streak in between. On her rump, was a mark of a star. Actually, now looking closely, all of the other equines have some unique symbol. Perhaps there is a meaning behind that.

That, however, is a question asked for another time. Right now, he has to prove to them that he is on their side. Turning around, he raised both of his arms in surrender.

“I just want to talk with the leader,” he said.

The purple one, which he immediately deduced as the leader due to how much she stuck out, spoke. “What do you want?”

“An alliance,”

She scoffed, “Why would we need an alliance? We’re strong enough as it is,”

Clearly a bluff, so he retorted, “Yeah, you’re definitely strong… the fact that humans have already conquered almost everything that Equestria has to offer is a testament to how strong you guys are,”

He grinned mentally as the small but obvious ‘tsk’ look on her face. “Release her first, then we can talk,”

Jumper 0007 shook his head, “No can do, what’s to say that once I release her, you’ll unleash your whole regiment on me?”

She narrowed her eyes, “You are not in a position to negotiate, hand her over,”

He mentally grinned and decided to quote a particular bat back breaker, “Do you feel in charge?”

She tilted her head in confusion, he continued. “Because if I wanted to…”

He accessed the Core.

A power that emanates everywhere, a metaphysical and ubiquitous power.From the greatest stars to the insignificant rocks. This power is wielded by individuals called “Force-Sensitive”. It contains two sides: Light and Dark. Mastery over this power grants the user the ability to become one with it or bend it to their will.

[Core has granted access to: The Force – Star Wars]

With the new power he acquired he made a gesture with his pointer and thumb that looked like her was going to pinch someone. The purple alicorn tilted her head in question, it wasn’t until she suddenly had trouble breathing, did she notice what was happening. She tried to summon a spell to protect her friends but it was too late. All of them were lifted up in the air, hooves grasping at their throats. The dark scowl on the Jumper’s face struck fear into their hearts.

“…I would’ve done it a long time already,” he finished.

He continued to [Force Choke] them for a few more seconds before releasing his hold. They all fell unceremoniously on the ground, taking in their precious oxygen. The purple one glared at him but finally understood their situation.

“So… are we going to talk?” Jumper 0007 asked.

With clear hesitation, she relented.

Jumper 0007 walked down the winding and crumbling hallway that was the ponies’ hideout. When he entered for the first time, she noticed that while it may be a hideout, it is also a place where civilians resided. When said refugees spotted the Jumper, they started feeling uneasy they probably would’ve panicked if no one was watching over him. They rounded a corner, Jumper 0007 laid eyes on a dark and damp room, it was filled with torture devices, though, from the looks of it, they’re more catered to pony prisoners rather than humans.

In the middle of the torture room, was a wooden table. Beside the table, the orange pony that he spotted scurrying back in their hideout glared at him with malice. He was told to stop just in front of the table while the purple one went to the opposite side. Silence graced the room, Jumper 0007 stood stoic while the conscripted guards shuffled, spears still pointed at him.

The leader of the would-be rebellion took a deep breath before talking, “I am Princess Twilight Sparkle, princess of Friendship,”

Jumper 0007 stood straight, “I am Jumper 0007, a mercenary hired to assist you in your mission to retake Equestria,”

Twilight looked at the orange pony, seemingly looking for some confirmation. The orange one shook her head which brought some confusion to the princess.

Twilight scrunched up her face, “You said you’re a mercenary,” 0007 nodded. “What’s stopping you from betraying us when the enemy presents a more favourable offer?”

She has a point, nevertheless he spoke. “Even if the offer is enticing, I’ve already been paid to do this mission. Failure in completing this contract would result in a failed mission and I don’t want to tarnish my perfect record,”

The Princess looked towards the orange pony again, and once more, the orange pony shook her head making Twilight scrunch up her face again in confusion. 0007 took a moment to realise what was happening, from how much attention he was getting from the orange one he assumed that she’s able to tell whether he’s lying or not. Seeing as how Twilight seems to give her one look. Being interrogated was nothing new to him. He’s been on the receiving end many times before and if there is always one thing that interrogators do before talking to him is to have a lie detector.

While most of the lie detectors he had been under influence to had been machines, this is probably the first time in a long time he had a live lie detector test him. Of course, just because he’s under the influence of a lie detector, doesn’t mean that he only has to tell the truth. He can use the Core to alter his body to a calmer state, reduce the sweat released from his pores, keep his heart rate consistent. In short, no matter how outdated or futuristic lie detectors are, he can still cheat the system.

“What’s the name of your contractor?” Twilight asked.

“I cannot say as my contractor wished to be anonymous but believe me when I say that he wants to help you all take back Equestria,”

Twilight looked at the orange pony one last time, and as always, she shook her head. She returned her gaze back at him, she gave out a tired sigh.

“What can you do?”