When People forget their duty, They are no longer Human.

They become something less than beasts, they have no place in the bosom of humanity.

Nor in the heart of the emperor, let them die and be quickly forgotten.

Holy Synod of The Adeptus Ministorum.

Ponyville was no longer; all was lost to the dark grasp of chaos undivided as the coming of the Iron Warriors entered the world of Equestria. The ponies of Ponyville never saw the light of Celestia's sun, only darkness and the fires that burn their homes and dead; the air only reeked from fires, the smell of filth and rot from the dead, blood, and machines' oil. Screams of hundreds of ponies cry out in the air, with the sounds of explosions, daemons crackling and ripping roars of saws and chainblades, and those of intelligible chants of cultists, whether slaves or worshippers tormenting ponies, cutting off pegasi wings, unicorn horns, and forcing them to run and hunted down in the ruins of ponyville trying to escape, some having the blessings of holding their skins and coats, or hooves. Then the cultist would release the chained insane or feral humans to go and hunt down the ponies, sinking their teeth into their bodies to tear apart alive. They feasted on their limbs and organs till only their bloodied bones were left and collected for the cultists' rituals and crafting the icons or marks of the powers of chaos.

The Death Guard's Warband of The Favored Sons added with The Iron Warriors, taking mares into what would be horrors beyond imaginations. Their bodies were laid out and restrained on metal stretchers with hooks and spikes piercing their flesh and pulling on them, bounding them from moving or having them hang by their flesh hooked to barbed wire chained meat hooks. Varies amount of tubing was forced into the mouths and noses of the ponies, forcing airflow into their lungs and a horrid mixture of nutrient paste gruel, a mix of corpses and what they had at hand. These were bodies of mares or fillies being sent to extend the Daemonculaba; a project Chaos knew to be almost on part with the Dark Eldar Drukhari's methods of torment and experimentation, beyond even the loyal space marine's understanding. Yet for these ponies, it was a living nightmare seeing mares' and fillies bodies with their coats shaven off exposing their stretched out flesh with masses of meat and flesh stitched onto them fattening their bodies, the tubing's that forced into their orifices bloated, widened, and fattened their small bodies to grotesque proportions.

The Iron Warriors and cultists and traitors labeled them as either birthing wombs for new corrupted space marines or having slave volunteers or astartes stripped and forced into the wombs of the mares. With stitchings sealing them in a thick wall of a flesh mass filled with a concoction of fluid that flooded their womb to ensure the corruption and body preparations of the imperial fists gene-seed. The beings sealed inside these wombs bulged out, undergoing the change and metamorphosis of the warp infest once human bodies to beings of war and horror. Many bodies hung like décor of horrid art, having their enlarged bodies be skinned of their flesh, then given medicine and injections to increase their flesh's recovery speed and regrowth, only to be harvested again.

The beasts of the warp patrol the grounds and ruins of Ponyville, killing those they find running or bringing two to four mare, fillies, and foals into the town hall. The screams and cries of those crying throughout the town with stallions and little foals left outside, the majority missing their coats, skin or limbs, and a few bloated and fatten with Death Guard followers and slaves taking them and butchering them alive. Cutting their legs off and their heads where plague alchemists would sew their eyes and mouths, pouring various concoctions of liquid diseases in a mixture filling their severed heads before sealing the head and leaving it in a pile of filth. All filled and rotted away to become weapons for the Death Guard, only known as the horrific Blight Grenades.

But with the piles of dead amongst the corpses of ponies, far from the heart of Ponyville and the warp storm stood a mortal human standing before Allomere, Champion of The Death Guard Favored Son’s and Herald of Nurgle. Looking down at the human, barely able to stand, seeing his body shaken of weakness, aiming only a laspistol at Allomere's melted visor of his helmet with the metal still burning hot, exposing his eye from his helmet. This mortal, no, this human, a single mortal loyal dog of the corpse god, not only damaged Allomere’s armor but exposed his bare flesh, all while trying to defend these xeno creatures from their destiny to become vessels for their growing legion behind him, with those same xenos become slaughtered around him and repealed back slowly surrounded and pinned.

This mortal wore the colors of the weak guard dogs of the loyalists, that disgusting khaki brown uniform with that dirty olive green armor that is only worth as much as paper when it comes to protection; in his right hand, held high above his head. A laspistol with its barrel still glowing hot orange, and in his other, he used to hold himself up as a crutch, was a chainsword he scavenged off some traitor guard hands and used to slaughter around him. His uniform armor and weapons were drenched in blood from countless bodies of massacred cultists and lesser demons. His hands and face were like this too, but on his face was an enlarged toothy smile with his cheeks pealed as if he was some crazed berserker of Khorne gone feral, even using his mouth to bite and tear apart its enemies in such a primitive manner.

Yet this mortal. This guardsman stood before an immortal servant of chaos, a follower of the God of death and decay. His very herald and champion... He stood aiming nothing more than a flashlight at his face, even with injuries that slowly drain from his life and the little adrenaline he has left. This guardsmen knows nothing of fear as Allomere looks into his only eye, seeing his other was blown out from its socket and hanging by its muscles and veins. He saw nothing but burning malice and disgust from these guardsmen; he wasn't afraid; he knew his chances would kill him even if he ran or fell into corruption. Yet he still stood, only sparking Allomere's curiosity beyond all else as demons, armed cultists, Brothers of Iron Warriors, and Death Guard were focused on the xenos assault push blasting them and slaughtering them and the very beast that brought them here, wipe the filthy loyalist from existence.

His body was broken, Allomere could see that his right leg was bleeding from a boltshot that pierced through, and his chest had a significant gash that cut through his armor and to his torsos skin, making a large gash that stretched from his chest down his stomach. With such injuries, he wouldn't make it this far, let alone keep himself from collapsing from blood loss or shock. Perhaps it was just the guardsmen's thought of an adrenaline rush mixed with the intensity of warfare and combat driving him to survive like an animal in the wild.

“You traitors are, all the same. Nothing more than enslaved by false gods willing to kill your own to gain nothing, but mutations of heresy... Disgusting beyond all else.” The guardsman said to Allomere, coughing out blood.

The air he breathed was burning his lungs and throat; his body began forming swelling warts and blisters on his skin and burnt scars. His body sweated and shivered, weakening with every breath he took. Yet he still held himself up, barely. Allomere looked into his eye and his smile; it wasn't of pride or belittling him but a smile of malice and insanity, as if he was challenging the Death Guards Champion of the Favored sons. Allomere only raised his claw and slashed off the mortal man's arm off from his elbow, and with the spin of his plague sword, he swung, hitting the mortal human's side. Sending him flying through the air off the pile of xeno corpses and into the blood-stained dirt with the freshly killed fallen xenos, where both traitor and xeno watched as their "savoir" lay with the dead. Cultists quickly rushed to the mortal human with rusted weapons and beat the mortal's weakened body; one stabbed a spear into the human back, piercing through his lung and ribs and coming out from his chest, letting out a gargling cry of pain, and with a swift motion. The guardsman swung his chainsword, ripping the cultists in half, splitting limbs off their torsos from legs and arms, and decapitating their heads.

They blood gushed out, raining over the guardsman's body. He broken spear in his body leaving it in as blood leaked form his wounds, slowly stood up, using the chainsword as a crutch, and looked back at Allomere, watching as the dying guardsman barely stood only to weakly lift and hold out his chainsword, pointing at Allomere.

"Why still fight?" Allomere asked. "You will die with these xenos, with that beast, yet you still believe you could challenge me... You can barely stand, barely breathe... what makes your think you could best over me?" Allomere said, looking down at the guardsman as if it were some mortal trying to crawl away from certain death as the Guardsman's chainsword fell back to the ground, and he used it as a crutch again to hold himself gripping its handle as he coughed blood and wheeze struggling to breathe.

"S-simple... because, i-it is my duty...as soldier, of... The guard."

Now you're probably wondering if you missed something or asking what the author is doing, skipping over many details. Don't worry, while the author is seeking permission with the Inquisition and researching how to put smut into the next coming sequel for this story, You're in good paw and claw of Discord poofing you to the past a bit. Have a good trip, friends. Toddles.

Grey held Fluttershy and Luna, Fluttershy's face a bright red as she moaned softly, feeling his fingers caressing and rubbing around chest fluff. She couldn't help herself, eventually feeling her hips move back and forth against Grey's leg, and her moans grew as she bit her lip with her chests fluff puffing out in full puffing fluff. Luna's eyes rolled back, panting heavily with the goofiest smile as her mind fogged up by Grey's hand scratching behind her ears; she slowly began to sway her flank Side to side by instinct, their wings stretched out at full-length, twitching as he let his fingers dig under their fur coats with a smirk on his face.

"Strange yet, I guess even animal-like xenos can't handle humans' hands."

Luna or Fluttershy didn't hear what he said, moaning with drool trailing Luna's mouth. Fluttershy couldn't stop her body from moving her hips, pressing her flank onto his leg as Grey sank his fingers in her fluff. Later, he pulled his hands away and caressed his fingers lightly up to her neck and under her chin, gently scratching it. Grey watched as Fluttershy melted onto his hand with her right hind hoof gently kicking up and down, almost causing him to chuckle at her mastiff behavior.

He looked at Luna's gawking face and moved his hand, scratching down to the back of her neck slowly, watching her head slowly move up to look at the ceiling. She bit her lip as he continued to move his hand to her back at the base of her wings and twitched more as she groaned softly, her cheeks flushing to red blush. Only then she gasped out a moan feeling his hand continue to scratch down near the base of her tail. She arched him back, dropping to the floor, holding her flank up with her tail swaying from side to side, presenting Grey with a site of a soaked wet midnight blue horse's plot he will never be able to forget and would need to pray daily to be purified from such a site. With only memory of it winking at him and dripping being burnt to the depths of his mind and skull.

After a moment of listening to xenos moans and Fluttershy shuffling herself on his leg, feeling Grey's muscle against herself, a warm wet stain started to form, drenching through his pants. He watches with concern feeling her wrap her rear hooves around his thigh and feel her hold onto his leg before a pair of hooves wrapped around his neck and something pressed against the back of his head. He slowly looked up to see Celestia looking down at him with a smile licking her lips with lust in her fluttering eyes, and she slowly pulled him down to lay on his back. Stopping his hand from scratching Luna and leaving her to lay on the ground, twitching and gawking with her fogged and blanked mind from this touch.

"Just relax, let us take are of you this time." She whispered softly into his ear before kissing his neck; she lay next to him as Fluttershy stopped grinding herself on his thigh, turning to see Celestia lying next to him. With Luna coming out of her high and seeing her sister began to undo his uniform and joined in with a smirk. He knew what they were doing. They were only toying with him as thoughts of roaring urges augured in his zealous mind, feeling the heat of their bodies on his, their soft fluffy coats on his skin. Soon he felt his uniform being undone by Celestia's magic from this jacket, then his collar to the belt of his trousers.

Only to be interrupted by the sound of a door breaking off its hinges with an enrage lord commissar lord aiming a bolt pistol at Grey and the xenos. All four looked up to the commissar lord. Fluttershy, Celestia, and Luna's expressions of shock and dumbfounding, with Grey being horrified at the sight of the commissar lord beyond all measure.

"I knew I smelt heresy here! You have soiled your mind, body, and soul with filthy acts of heresy guardsmen, how do you plead!?" The commissar lord screamed out as Grey pushed off both Luna Celestia and kicked Fluttershy off his leg, holding out his hands.

"This isn't what it looks like my lord! I can explain!?"

"Too late, Guardsmen, Guilty!"

Shit too far forward, damn this stupid thing. Work damn it… Oh Uh, nothing to see here, and if you mention this, I will only reply with this not cannon... Finally, this thing works. Now, back to your terribly scheduled story.

Grey laid down on a grass hill, feeling the warmth of the suns air as he rested on the hill, bathing in its warm light; he couldn't feel it, not the warmth or the light that was said to touch the skin of all gently, or feel the cool breeze that gently blew barely blew making a sound. All he could ever feel was pain from his scars, from burns to stinging, and the sharp pinches of his joints and cramps of his muscles. He hated it; he hated how he only felt pain across his body, and anything other than that, he only blamed the beasts, his enemies, and that demon. Still, that would be another excuse that would only bring him more pain and fuel his malice. Why must he feel nothing but only the burning rage of anger and pain? What did he do that brought him suffering from years of loyal and zealous work? Suddenly he felt something else press down on parts of his body: his arm, chest, legs, and his. He looked down and saw those xenos, all the ones he knew from that world, Twilight, the smart purple one resting on his left knee. The orange country calms one Applejack with her hat resting over her eyes on his left hand, shared with the light blue and rainbow-haired bashful one Rainbow Dash, the poofy pink one Pinkie Pie his right leg, the clean and fancy looking Rarity on his right hand. Finally, the yellow, gently quiet one, Fluttershy, curled up over his chest.

He looked at all of them resting, sleeping softly; on his body, their warm heat set on him, but it was different from the heat of his body. It felt... He didn't know how to describe it; it was pure, caring, laudable, and affectionate; as if he was taken to an embrace of care and ease for the first time. The pain lightens, and his body calms, then resting on his shoulders are two large ones, a pure, white one glowing, the sun itself being Celestia. On the other side, a dark blue one though cooler on feeling the warmth, was there for it being Luna; their heads rested on his shoulders as he lay on the ground. He didn't like them being so close to him or using him as a pillow, but he did want them to get off or leave him even if he wanted to be alone.

He thought to himself for a moment that how much he spent alone, whether stationed in posts or with soldiers in war, he always isolated himself like some old sniper in a foxhole. Remember how much he liked it but hated it more than anything and only blamed it on there being little to no other veterans of the guard? This feeling now, with xenos that only know nothing of war and only wished to be his friend, felt nice but forceful, yet he knew he wouldn't feel anything like this; to feel nothing... Not hatred or pain as usual or the stinging burns and cramps his body gave him with his joints pinching or his bones cracking. It was calm, quiet, and euphoric, forcing him to smile, a small smile but one that had no hatred or from the adrenaline rush of war, but a genuine smile, a smile of... Joy as he looked at these xenos that rested on him.

He didn't feel anything, his smile on his face; he liked this feeling like when he was only in his youth, receiving awarded and honors or praised by his father and mother. A smile of happiness, and soon his heart started to feel warm and light; what was he feeling, and why did he like it and want more? The more he thought, the more confused he's gotten, But what caught his eye was the figure, pure and white. He couldn't see the face or the body, but its shape was human; as it looked down at him, then another came behind it, and another, and another till it was four white human-shaped figures all looking down at him and the xenos. Till it all went away and the pain slowly returned, and in an instant, he was no longer on the light of a grassy hill, but on the cold metal floor of a prison with the sounds of screams and mad man ramblings, the xenos were gone. He laid in tattered rags with his body barely flesh and muscle being only bone and hanging on the skin from starvation. The cold of the air made his body shiver from coldness, and soon the voice of law enforcement officers and heretic hunters was followed by the barking of holy hounds.

“Get up; Mad Dog, you excuse of a soldier; your sentence services is needed on the front.” a rough and disgusted man spoke out to him. His words cut deep into his mind, and his heart started to beat fast. His breath hastened with thoughts rushing through his head; that word, that name he spoke out, called something within him, forcing the once smile of joy to turn into a smile of wickedness as disgusting thoughts rushed his mind. Hunger, hate, heretics, blood, guts, Giggle, laugh, Kill. The man scowled, holding out a small device topped with a button and pressing his thumb down on it as the pain grew. The sounds of electricity as Grey only screamed in, and his body jolted, spazzing out as he gripped a collar around his neck, feeling burns from it that shocked the inside of his body—digging his fingers under the collar. Feeling blood drawn, he lashes out to break the collar of his neck but to no avail.

The screams and ramblings around him slowly spoke the words of that name. His name repeated over and over in his mind and some of the voice even began to sing a song he would only pray never to hear again..

"Giggle Dogs, Giggle Dogs, Giggle, Giggle Giggle Dogs!"

The song repeated over and over as Grey tried to break free from the shocking torture and defining the song by his screams till the heat numbed the shock within him, the malic growing and his eyes reddening from bloodshot, his screams slowly turned to chuckles. Growing to the laughter of madness, looking up at a metal rusted door that opened and charged it on all fours like a feral human then standard on his feet running a full sprint. Screaming not his name but the name he earned, the name that was branded on him as he laughed it out, sang with the screams around him, and soon forgets the feelings of joy; the faces of the xenos, his old friends and loved ones, even his name. Succumbed to the rage of that song of madness, his madness. He was no longer Thron Grey, kasrkin veteran sergeant major of the imperial guard, loyalist and worshiper to the God Emperor of Mankind, or true born son of Cadia Prime. But only and nothing more than the monster he has fought since birth.

“Giggle Dogs, Giggle Dogs, Giggle, Giggle Giggle Dogs!
Mad Dog the Giggle Dog! Mad Dog the Giggle Dog!
Giggle Dogs, Giggle Dogs, Giggle Giggle, Giggle Dogs!”

Within the hospital of Cantorlot, nurses and doctors rushed through the halls to other patients' rooms from the storm through unknown bubonic plagues, illnesses, and diseases, coughing, wheezing, vomiting, or groaning in pain. Yet out of all the rooms to be in, the two goddess princesses of Equestria stayed in one room, labeling it of high importance unlike any other room; within the room laid a human. Seeing him without his armor and clothing, both princesses could only feel more horrified and sorry for him than in their first encounters.

His body was beyond anything they could've imagined, with scars of variety, from the burns on his face that went down his neck and almost covered most of his chest, his hand burns stretched up his arms going past his elbows. A scar of stitching was seen on his right shoulder and looked like a huge gash by a large blade that almost severed his entire right arm off his body. Several chunks of his flesh looked to have been ripped off around his torso and stomach with markings of teeth marks and tears that a small animal must have attempted to burrow into his stomach. Still, they stopped before it looked to have done severe damage to his insides, followed by prominent scars, stars, and lines as if things were shot into him or stabbed, but the most sadden scene to look at was the scars on his back, lashes of countless cuts and scrapes all across his back with more scars of shots and stabs. The stitching on his shoulder stretched farther than the other end on his chest.

On the nape of his neck, two burnt X's were burnt onto his skin, with a metallic collar around the base of his neck connected with a large metal piece. His chest stretched around to his back and spine. It looked like it came from the insides of his body; the device on his collar looked damaged or broken; on his back had a glass casing with his blood, and a strange yellow liquid was infused into his skin. Showing the metal was placed when it was still burning, seen by the heavy amount of scars around it as goes for the shackles around his arms with broken chains that hung from it. This was their first friend from another world, a human by the name of Thorn Grey. They found him by the once statue of Discord with bleeding knuckles, revealing his bones as nothing but metal like the caller's shackles and the strange device on both the collar and his back.

"Grey's people are courteous but yet faintly aloof, even as a prisoner, he is forced to serve with chains and false hope." Luna broke the silence as both stared at his bare body, or what was left of a body.

"Sister, when you... First, meet with him. You said you met within one of his nightmares, correct?" Celestia said to her sister, who looked up to her with curious concern.

“Indeed it was, during such time, grey only resented us and thought of us as the beast that hunts his mind; even I felt the power of such beasts and could still feel their burning gaze starting at my very being." Luna said, looking down at her hoof and seeing it shake a bit, recalling moments when she witnessed a demon that grey encounter. It was large and red with blood, wielding a flaming sword and blazing fire eyes, yet even though it was only his memory, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was watching her, studying her.

Celestia gently rested her hoof on her sister to snap her out and calm her sister before both slowly leaved the room with the sound of the door closing.

Grey opened his eyes and gazed at the door hearing the voice of twilight and her friends can be heard, asking if Grey was well and chatter of the storm with Celestia requesting of her student to seek out the elements of harmony be rid of Discord and the new threat on Equestria off history, he knew they would fail and die when faced by chaos; the thought of that played with his imagination, fields of ponies dead and him standing above it all faced by monsters of the warp. He hated how his mind played out such images.

He did become soft for these creatures. He remembered the first moment he met each of them, Twilight, for her wanting to study his body, technology, and the imperium’s way; Rarity always insisted on making new garments for him every chance she got. However, he never accepted how she would help her expand his wardrobe, Applejack ad offering to help clear his thoughts of anger, and Rainbow Dash for always challenging him, whether through childish challenges or even fights. Though annoying, Pinkie always knew how to make time for boredom or even sorrow; she was always cheerful. He stops at the thought of Fluttershy feeling a shiver crawl up his spine and a flash of her face that makes him feel disgusting.

He slowly sat up and saw his own body and scars thank the emperor, he still had his trousers with his dignity. But his eyes fixed to stare out his hospital room's window and see the large warp storm hanging over ponyville. This was his time now. He would do this task alone; he got off the small bed and saw his uniform and wargear quickly claiming and dawn his equipment. All he had would be good weapons.

For himself was his only laspistol with three extra charge packs granting him only eighty shots per pack; he wouldn't have to worry about empty battery packs with his powerpack. If needed, he could easily refill, overcharge them, and make personal grenades if the time came. He clipped two frag grenades to his belt on his left side, a single Krak grenade clipping to his right side, two bayonet trench knives he sheathed into his boots for spare keeping, and finally, his trench shovel. Finishing reading himself and his equipment, he knelt, holstering his laspistol to his leg, clasped his hands, and closed his eyes to prayer he recited to himself.

"Adore the Immortal Emperor For he is our Protector. Admire the Immortal Emperor For his Sacrifice to Mankind. Exalt the Immortal Emperor For his strict guidance. Revere the Immortal Emperor For his undying guard. Venerate the Immortal Emperor For his Holy Wisdom. Honor the Immortal Emperor For his Eternal Strength. Glorify the Immortal Emperor For his All Seeing Vision. Praise the Immortal Emperor For his Unending rule. Hail the Immortal Emperor For he is Lord and Master. Worship the Immortal Emperor For without him we are nothing."

He finished his pray opening his eyes and standing up, and gazing at the storm once more.

"I will die here in this world; I will Die on Equestria, of all the planets infested by chaos; I will lay my life here, not for these xenos or this world but only for the imperium I for the golden throne, only for the Emperor." Mad Dog knew his death would mean nothing to anything or anyone, but if it stopped the traitors, mutants, demons, and heretics alike, he would lay his life and offer it to the emperor, and the imperium as this will be his last battle. This will be how he died, how Thorn Grey will die, with thoughts of tearing the threats of his enemies with his mouth, imagining every taste of traitors blood on his tongue only making him giggle, lost in thought.

He looked at the storm challenging it with a large, growing, toothy smile, and opened the window to have the smell of rot, blood, and fires in the air fill his nostrils. He couldn't help but giggle at the scent and disgusting thoughts rushing in his mind, imagining himself tearing into the weak bodies of traitors like he always did on Cadia. Wanting to kill them all, pulling their muscles from their very bones, sinking his teeth and blade into their necks, and only laughing over their cries, only to do it with the next one after another, kill as much as his weak little body can, before it gives up on him.

“I will die here on this world, I will die here on Equestria. Only with his Grace in my heart mind and soul and with his light in my eyes, though I may be his chipped sword, his cracked hammer and broken shield, I will die happily bring the chaos with me, alive or dead.”

The Throne Room of Cantorlot Castle

Within the throne room stood logistic officers' strategies, generals arguing and laying down tactics, and battalion movements calculating threats, flanking maneuvers, time estimates, and estimates of casualties and deaths. Princess Luna led the decisions with her sister staring out a glass pain window to Twilight and her friends concerned. Luna watched battalion pieces on a tables map of Ponyville being shifted, taken off, and moved.

"Your majesty, the enemy numbers continue to grow at an alarming rate, and each reinforcement from all sides shows an immense weaponry force to keep at range." A pegasi Logistic officer spoke out, taking a small staff and pushing back pieces on the map to a dashed line.

"Their weapons are all ranged-based, with some poisons piercing our troop's armor and pinning down our lines on all fronts; even the Thunder Strikes are having more problems within the skies than the Knights and mages. If this continues, there will be too many enemy numbers as it will overwhelm our lines, increasing the causality numbers." one of the Earth pony generals spoke out and placed a battalion piece on the table and slowly moved it with his hoof.

"If we could force the enemy to concentrate their attack while using the mages to continue to lay down fire combined with our rangers. Then we could send forth the third battalion group to flank and charge the enemies' eastern flank and sink into their lines, exposing their coats to our blades." The general said before the brand unicorn mage spoke out, slamming her hooves on the table.

"The numbers of our mages are insufficient to provide cover for you muscle headed brutes. Even if we had the mana to do such a covering barrage, we would only become the main target for the enemy as they are reported to taking out range and magical units even shooting down the pegasi strikers form the very sky with unimaginable precision and accuracy."

"She is right, never have I seen such weapons of range and accuracy able to shoot off the wings of pegasus clean out of the sky. Even with our fastest pegasi, they still can knock us down as if swatting a fly." A pegasi commander added as all looked at the map struggling to force a strategy with the odds growing against their favor before Princess Luna sighed, annoyed.

"An enemy that not only is growing in numbers, but armed with weaponry and dishonorable tactics and doesn't following the rules of war. How truly pathetic, but I refuse to lay on my back and await death their must be something what can give us the upper hand." She said softly before the sounds of guards outside the throne room door caught the attention of all, with Luna's and Celestia's ears flicking at a familiar voice.

"Halt! intruders shall not enter the throne unless asked or invited by their majesty-"

"Get away from me ya gits!"

Soon the door swung open by a bipedal creature in a khaki uniform and olive green armor, kicking the throne doors open as all guards, officers and Generals get into positions; defending the Princesses as they snarl at the same being that not only opened the storm but brought force monsters and the spawn of Chaos with a large maniac smile on its face.

"If ya dumb gitz continue playing on turtle then all ya will be dead before Mad Dog gets to kill ya Haha."

"Grey!" both princesses leaped from their spots with such speed, tackling him to the foundation with their hooves and wings wrapping around his body as he gasped out, struggling to breathe and popping his back in their tight embrace. "Gaa! You two are worse than the Salamanders!"

"We thought would you never wake up; we were worried for you." Celestia said, looking up at him, sorrow burying her face onto his neck as Luna buried her face in his chest plate. "The enemy of Chaos are pressing forth with such power that even we are unable to understand nor think of any strategy, we... I don't know what to do." Luna adds before both sisters slowly let go of him and help him off the ground.

Grey looked at them before looking at the other pony leaders and officers. She was correct; these ponies have no experience fighting the forces of chaos and do not understand what it is or how to fight it back. He thought to himself before slowly walking to the war maps table and examining it, seeing all the battalion pieces examining the formations and strategies of these ponies. Only to chuckle at such feudal tactics of having little to no ranged and source units and the majority in melee-based units.

"What is so funny, beast?" The earthpony general growled at Grey as he looked down with a smug smile.

"Well, your obvious problem is that your troops are all close-range melee soldiers against cheating ranged enemies, but seeing that you know this, your tactics are easily predictable. Even hive cities would destroy you before you even step foot or uh... Hoof on to the city. Along with weak soldiers, I'm more surprised that you stand at all to be the dominant race of this world. And looking at how fast you're casualties are climbing, your morale must be worth shit than anything.

He said, annoying the general, shooting a snarl at Mad Dog as the pegasi commander stepped up to him. "Then what would you do since you believe you know more of the enemy?"

He only smiled, squatting down to the pony's height and patting his head with a light chuckle. "Simple: go down to the front line myself, inspire those grunts to continue fighting the chaos forces taking the deads weapons to use against them and kill those that run or are pissing their pants as examples of cowardness forcing a boost in moral. Then have multiple mixed strike teams sent into the heart of their forces, killing them off and distracting them from the main forces breaking their moral and thinning out their numbers."

He chuckled, seeing the horror and shock on the general's faces staring at him as if he spoke in a different language. Even both princesses looked at each other, then back at him with concern seeing something different from Grey's usually quiet, blank, isolated, wrathful personality. His smile seemed misplaced for him, making their concern grow to worry, he was different; he looked mad and overjoyed at the thoughts of going into the war head-first and caring little about the idea of how many would be injured. The earthpony general step up to him and look at Princess Celestia.

"Your majesty this "Beast is insane and the main suspect that brought this storm to our lands." He turns to face Mad Dog smiling down at him. "I'm not sure how you gained both princesses' trust. You should've been locked them away in the dungeon and rot for eternity, we value our soldiers and follow the traditions and rules of war unlike whatever your insane hairless monkey kind does you abomination of nature."

The earthpony said to Mad Dog as both princesses stepped up to separate the two, seeing Grey's hands curl up tightly but quickly fall, relaxing as he squats down again to the earthpony's height.

“Are you even a soldier?”

“Watch your tone ape, you forgotten what place and whom you speak too-”

“Answer the bloody damn question when a soldier fucking asks you one!” Mad Dog yelled at the general, grabbing him by his neck and pressing his face against his, silencing and shocking all ponies and princesses as all eyes were on him.

“A soldier, no matter what rank, knows their place is to die to gain a small pinch of territory after days worth of war; a soldier, no matter what rank, is tasked not to fight just in the frontlines but with his brothers and sisters. You... All of you are not soldiers but a coward hiding in a castle, sending your own to die without boosts of moral, without even being present as leaders to inspire them to fight.” Mad Dog said, standing back up and unholstering his laspistol and looking at it, turning the small power setting nob to max charge as Celestia steps up to grey.

"Grey, stop this and calm down-"

"Silence your filthy mouth you damn failure of a xenos deity!" He barked at Celestia, forcing her to flinch back, sending all ponies of the guard to surround him as he snarled back at the general in his hand.

"My home was the fortress of the imperium. I've seen officers, generals, the emperor's angels, saints, and bloody damn great warriors of all kinds stand with soldiers like me die for what seemed like nothing. Hell even inspiring us to kill each other ridding coward and deserters that run and hanging such rules and tradition of war."

He finishes dropping the general to the floor, slowly points the barrel of his laspistol at the general's head, pressing it between his eyes, and stares blankly at him with his smile, worrying all guards, officers, generals, both princesses and other ponies.

Celestial and Luna watched, horrified as the one human they knew no longer listened to reason or cared about anything but going to war with chaos.

"Grey, we plead you to cease your actions and calm yourself from such malice lunacy!" Luna pleaded with her eyes watering as Mad Dog looked down at the general cowering, looking up at him and the laspistol.

"So then, "General of xenos," if my "hairless monkey kind" are insane and don't follow "tradition laws of war" as you and your grunts do, I'll ask again."

"When you are not performing your duty as a soldier along with role the role of a high ranked commander and leader. Tell me what is a soldier then? What makes you different from a coward with some title that means nothing here... Except in the field of combat and in the front lines field of corpses?"

Now that you are all caught up, we can finally skip all the boring back and forth of who takes command after death threats and pointless insane strategic arguing that even made the author bored and get to the excellent bloodshed just as Khorne wanted at Ponyville Frontline.

Don't tell him I was here now, friends, anyways, Magnus is calling for another Yu-Gi-Oh battle like the nerd he is. Have fun friends.

Aboard the "Aether" astartes strike cruiser, alarms ring out echoing through the halls and hanger of the starship vessel, brothers of the Lamenters chapter enter into drop pods and Thunderhawk crafts in their brother squads. One hundred and fifty brothers read themselves in their drop transport vessels; many prayed within their ships or knelt in front of their doors, reciting their chapter's chapel prays. Some prayers aged to the founding of their primarch, and most aged to the curse twenty-first founding or of the Horus Heresy. All astartes armed with various might weapons from bolters, plasma, and heavy bolters. Preparing to fight against demons, traitor marines, or the traitor guards of chaos, their chapter captain stands over and overhead, watching each of his brothers pray and enter with their squads. Among his brothers were only the eight hundred imperial guard soldiers entering standing attention in their companies with their high ranked officers yelling sermons and speeches to boost morale and prayers as they prepare to combat with their holy angels. Knowing their lives will be taken by chaos, they still offer themselves to fight to repay their debts. Or to sacrifice themselves for the sons of the angel Sanguinius.

The Captain only watched, looking down at the Guardsmen, feeling shame for them, choosing to fight with them as if they were how they believed the astartes as their angels of the emperor are. The thought only agitated him with his gauntlet hand gripping the metal railing, hearing the metal bend and crush under the Captain's grip; they will die, and their blood will be on his hands. He will be held responsible for not just the deaths of his brothers but the lives of eight hundred men and women of all ages and backgrounds. Each one with families and loved ones, Guardsmen that were once civilians from storekeepers, factory workers, farmers, and more, now prepared to die for heroes undeserving of praise and worship, putting faith into unworthy heroes as if they meant something to them.

“Ease yourself brother Captain; I know you worry for their lives as all of our brothers do, but it is by their own will to serve with us till death. Even if we try to stop them, they are mortals and they made their own choice.” Lieutenant Masaccio said, resting a hand on his brother Captain's shoulder plate with reassurance in his voice but not with confidence.

“I could never understand the mortals of the imperium,” he said, moving his sites to a small squad of six veteran soldiers, all seated on crates of ammunition and supplies. Four smoked cigars and cigarettes as they talked with each other. Each one bared a look of dejection blowing clouds of ash, believing to be their final wish.

“What is it that you do not understand? The mortals of the guard volunteer to serve with us, knowing that majority of them will not return or fall; it is their choice, after all.”

His brother Masaccio replied, joining his bother captains gaze, watching the guardsmen enter their crafts, loading crates after crates of weapon munitions and tech priests walking by the Valkyrie crafts chanting their binary sermons of the Machine God for blessings of full operational vehicles and survival.

“I have a hard time understanding their thoughts and will to serve beside us; we purged the chaos and alien of many worlds, rescuing as much as we could, and yet I still feel within my hearts shame, a shame that I would never forget and would forever linger on my being till my last breath.” The Chapters Captain said letting go of the railing and placed his hand over his ceramite chest plate as if he tried to feel both of his hearts beat.

“I've seen many of the brothers of our chapter fall to many battles we have faced, from the battle of Slaughterhouse three, where a planet of the horrid green-skins holding three million mortal men, women, and children... bloody children!” His hand curled into a fist and shaped as anger and grief filled his body as his lieutenant brother listened, unable to understand his captain's experiences, but all he could do was hear.

“I signed the death warrant of sending my own brothers to drop charges of near exterminatus magnitude on Slaughterhouse three, the same world where I failed to pull only a little of four thousand lives of mortals and our brothers, without aid from the silver skulls, our cousins of the blood angels or even assistance from the mighty ultramarines. All alone.” His voice was shaken as he felt his emotions in his hearts hammering in his chest, his thought grew heavy on his mind and body, leaving him to feel cold in his shameful.

“Then the ultramarines own chapter master, “Marneus Augustus Calgar“ himself invited us to the homeworld of Macragge, rewarding our actions as noble and honoring me an Iron Halo as if I alone as the hero, as I alone saved only a handful of mortals, losing countless amounts of our brothers and destroying the world of over three million lives when they didn't offer aid in the first place.” He roared in anguish and slammed his clenched hand on the railing breaking through it as his brother reached his hand over his magnetized bolt pistol on his left side, worrying for his captains unable to maintain his composure any longer.

“I refused such honor and gave my reasoning to the chapter master, for he is not mine or our liege to serve. They were only slaves, prisoners from the edges of the galaxy to work for their final breath and parish day after day in labor. When I petitioned the crusade command on the world, I didn't drive a resource world from the blasted Orks, but to put an effect of liberation.” He paused himself and took a forceful breath from his tirade, a crimson red from pulsing tendrils writhing across his eyes, obscuring his vision and struggling to control his emotions. Wishing to be in a battle of the blood of heretics to drown his agonizing anger with whispers of horrendous thoughts.

Masaccio stiffened at the site of his brother captain with growing worry and concern, he only listened as the inner turmoil was revealed, and a growing eerie silence grew between the two. He looked at his captains helmet unable to see his face but knew he was pushing the thoughts and memories of his past away from his mind, to control his rage, only release form himself and go to his brother as he collapsed on his knees wrapping his arms around his brother captain and hold him..

“Brother Captain, return to us, return to those you cherish.” Masaccio says slowly holding him, the Captain became aware of his surroundings allowing his brother him feeling the anger and disgusting thoughts in his mind slowly be silenced and leave his mind, as both his hearts calm and arched his head down to take his brothers hold.

“Your are a young, brother Masaccio, you may not share the feelings I have or of your brother Drecarous; I’m forever a stubborn bastard to be weary of death. I would only consider you lucky Masaccio.” He felt his brother slowly let go of him to help his captain stand on his feet, leaving one hand on his shoulder plate. Both watch the remaining numbers of their brothers and the guardsmen enter their transport vessels, quietly readying for planetary entry and deployment.

"I don't see what luck has for me on these matters. I only wish to see what you experienced first-hand, brother, to better understand not only your turmoil. But our chapters and our brothers a like, brother Captain, yet not every one of us are blessed in this grim dark future of only war." Masaccio said with grief as he let go of his brother's shoulder plate and stood with his Captain till time passed.

"In time you will brother, in time you will..." The Captain said with the sounds of a pair of metallic footsteps behind them coming close before stopping and making the two brothers turn. Seeing a tech priest wielding an omnisian axe in its mechanical bionic arm and accompanied by a servitor and an imperial naval officer bowing his head slightly to the two astartes.

“My lords, news of your request call for reinforcement aid as come for your crusade. The tech priest said as the Naval officer lifted his head and stepped forward before the space marines.

“My lords, if I may?” He asked politely looking up at both the lieutenant and chapter captain

“You may speak freely officer, what news have you brought to me of my call for aid out our crusade.” The chapter the captain asked, looking down at the officers as he turned to receive a roll of parchment from the servitor, unrolling it in his hands and readying to reads it aloud.

“My lord, the call has been answered, and the offerings a has come, from the holy chapter of the Salamanders, offer eight thousand of their lords to aid in your crusade. Followed by the two imperial guard regiments, being The Ultramar Auxilia guard of Macragge, offering two thousand soldiers and The Elysian Drop Troopers guard of Elysia, offering three thousand and five hundred soldiers all at the ready.”

Both brothers paused at such news the captain lost in his appalling thoughts at such news, unable to understand or comprehend what was said. As Masaccio looked down at the naval officers and extended an open hand out to him.

“If I may, I would wish to see such readings for my own eyes.” He asked holding in his shock with the naval officer placing the parchment in his hands and standing at attention before the space marines.

“In addition to the numbers, my lord, an imperial knight has also been sent to reinforce our forces against the heretical their of this world with a message in response:
‘Angels of his light, the house of Bosnia has heard your call for aid, and thus have only granted you one of our households knights to be under your command, give them a fight to remember, to serve and to die in, with the angels of the emperor.’
End of message, estimated time of both guard regiments, angels of the Salamanders and of the Bosnian knight will be arriving within six hours my lord.”

The Captain let out his sigh of amazement, to think such forces would aid us in his penance crusade and on some far off world within the edges of the galaxy let alone by cousins astartes, guardsmen, and even a house knight granting numbers to seize an entire start system, his mind almost blank, quickly coming to his senses and spoke with hard, determined confidence in his voice, leaving all the grief he held within his heart.

“Then we haven’t a moment to lose, prepare to bring the “Aether” to low orbit of the planet, fire all drop pods to the planet surface once in range, ready all transport vessels to be sent for the planetary entry, if we must hold the enemies of man for six hours for our reinforcements, then we shall welcome them properly and rid this world of chaos taint not just for the imperium, or his Grace or for Sanguinius. But for those we cherish...”

The captain said grabbing his powerswords handle and unsheathing it to hold up and point out at the planet, aiming it perfectly aligned at the warp storm seen from orbit. With both the his brother Masaccio and navel joined in his chapters battle cry.

“We die in glory!”

Author's Note

no much said here surprisingly... but only two things reminder and announcements

A reminder being that this story again an alter universe that I pulled out of my ass and either took as reference or made up, nothing is affiliated with both lore of the Warhammer 40,000 universe or the My little pony lore, thank god cause I along with other idiots would've made it worse like Games Workshop, but still this shit story lines with it in mixed events and references. So expect some shit.

Finally the announcements, we are coming to the ends of Thorn Cain "Mad Dog' Grey's journey on not only saving Equestria, but learning to make friends as a war loving bastard son of the grimdark universe... so if you wouldn't be so kind into joining me for a moment of silence in the coming end of this great story... BEFORE WE END IT OUT WITH A BANG BABY! DISCORD FUCK'EM! CHAOS, DEAD FOR NOW! GREY GETTING LAID...

probably only if this story gets at least 5+ likes then Ill do a smut story of what ever character is more popular as per arrangement.

BUT STILL A PROBABILITEY ALL BECAUSE OF YOU NERDS LIKE WHAT WAS MENT TO BE A FULL BULLSHIT SHIT POST.

But in all seriousness and from the overly dramatic excitement I enjoyed our journey and our times together her, I only hope you enjoyed this story a sequel will be coming... maybe... who knows but in the mean time I got two stories cooking and will most likely be released at the end of spoop-tober, have a good one and spoopy month, and as always.

Thanks again folks, cya in the next chapter, guardspony.