Specialist Hanzel

Another day another assignment of guard duty in the royal palace of cantorlot castle. Hanzel awoke on the top bunk of his squad's barracks over Second Senior Petty Mage officer Straight Arrow. The squads Medical Mage and Veteran Anti-Air Defense Mage quietly leaned over his bunk bed's edge to see the mage still asleep with a rough snore.

For once, Hanzel was actually bunked with guardsponys that were way high ranked them; him being only a specialist E-four rank, he's bunked with veteran mage medic, a commander, and a centurion master, all of which were near officers themselves, each one with their own stories of war and scars, and the only "true battle" they shared was the battle of ponyville. To say he felt out of place was an understatement, but yet with some talk and reassurance from his commanding officer Fletcher Fray, along with getting the nickname shiny or private. It only boosted his confidence to prove to them he was not some shiny recruit or some young private out of boot camp. This was his day.

Quietly opening his wings to glide off his bed not to disturb his sleeping squadmates, he found his commander awake at his desk, shuffling through papers and scribbling on them with a quill feather.

"Good morning, sir," he said with contentment.

"Morning Specialis slept well, I prosome? Not a common thing for a young soldier to be sleeping with high ranks before ay shiny?" Fletcher snorts as Hanzel nods.

"Yes, sir though it is rather strange a bit. I only hope it doesn't become a problem, sir." Fletcher only waved his off to put Hanzel at ease, returning to work.

"Go dawn your armor and grab a bite from the mess hall; your shift starts within the hour specialist."

With that said and a quick Salute, Hanzel quickly went to the armor stands, suiting his light pegasi armor strapping down each player and helmet, finally reading and making his wait out of the barracks and to the mess hall to have breakfast.

Later, with five minutes to spare, he performed a final self-check on his armor and body; no stains or damages, mane still, a golden blond, coat shine, and sleek armor polished and ready, with wings with feathers aligned and with no wilts. He prepared himself to have his first day of guard duty, not some guest, noble, or VIP pony of cantorlot. He was assigned to guard an alien but the "Hero of Equestria" himself.

The thought filled him with anxiety, remembering his first encounter of how he threatened to kill him and his squad if they made him enraged and how his eyes glowed from purple to a bright sinister red. With a good briefing from his commander, he could only hope it worked not to get hurt or beaten to near death.

With three loud yet firm knocks on the door, he spoke clearly. "Specialist Hanzel present and reporting awaiting on stand by."

The doorway opened to the sight of a large, heavy, clunky armor earthpony knight. It was Master Centurion Golden Sparks in her full armor as she stood in the doorway and saluted, raising her helmet and reciting her half of the relief script. "By the setting moon that shines from the west, I wait my relieve."

Hazel raised his wing to mimic the salute and recite his half. "To the rising shine from the east I take your relieve and continue your duty."

They both drop their salutes, with Hanzel watching Golden Spark walk past him, stopping by his side and whispering to him.

"He's having his rage moment again, and he didn't even sleep through the whole damn night; best try not to say or do anything to piss him off."

She said before walking away to the guard barracks with a .large dent in the back of her helmet. Hanzel takes a breath and lets it out to calm his nerves as he enters Grey's room, closes the door behind him, and stands by his post.

"Reporting for duty, sir, and await-" "Ah shut your trap before shove my metal foot in it!" Captain Grey, the hero of Equestria sitting by his desk, not even looking at Hanzel as he gulps quietly at the human who's, is one of Equestria's planetary defense and representative of the Imperium of Mankind. This was going to be a long day for him.

•

Hanzel only watched as Grey sat his office desk board out of his mind beyond all measures with papers, scrolls, and books scattered around with a feather quill in hand and writing down what he complained about being entire planetary reports and documents of Equestria. From the planet's cultures, inhabitants, technological advances, military types, fighting styles, number of soldiers, food reserves, economic development, defense history, tactics, populous planetary number, and heretical religious ideology. Rulers of different lands and regions, ambassadors, Generals, officers, and captains to the point that he snapped his quill in his bionic hand and snarled with his eye closed.

Hanzel could tell he finally snapped, grunting out, slamming his fist against the table, and growling at the amount of pencil-pushing work he had required of him, seeing Grey's hands clench tightly and leaning back on his chair.

"What is your name?" He spoke out in an eerie calm tone sending a shiver up Hanzel's back.

"S-sir?"

"Your. Name. Xeno. What is it!?" He asked again with a harsher tone.

"T-This guardsponys name is Specialist Hanzel, twenty-seventh recon unit of the eighth pegasi division, sir." He said, seeing Grey turn his head slightly to see the burnt scar that took the entire left half of his head.

"Well then, "Specialist Hanzel of the twenty-seventh recon units of the eighth pegasi division." Tell me do you know what I hate?" He asked, leaving Hanzel to eye him but remain still and facing forward, unable to figure out how to answer that question; he wasn't trained for this nor how to deal with a being like him, especially when enraged.

"Uh, this guardspony would assume the... Paperwork, sir." He said, leaving a blank sinister silence between the two as Hanzel felt his brow begin to sweat lightly.

"Paperwork..." Grey said as Hanzel prepared himself for whatever might be coming at him, only to twitch slightly at the sight of Grey standing up and kicking his chair across the room.

"Paperwork...Bloody damn fucking paperwork. Is your answer? I would say I like this more than how I like this accursed world!" Grey screamed out, turning to Hanzel and slowly walking towards him.

"I. Hate. It." He said.

"I miss waking up in a trench to the smell of machine oil, blood, toxic air, and ash of fires and explosions. That would've filled my burning lungs just as if I took a hit of Ram-Charge Shiny. Now the only thing that fills my lungs is the hint of fauna, fresh clean air, and the scent ofcandles that only irritate and itching my nose and lung."

He says, panting heavily, now towering over the Specialist who shivers where he stands as he does his best to keep his baring staring straight forward as Grey continues.

"Ever since he's got this damn Captains rank, my life has only been nothing but misery, wanting to feel the rush of running through artillery barrages, gunfire passing through the very air that burns in every breath I take. The sounds of soldiers screaming their battle cries or for there ma's and loved ones in agonizing pain, or the feeling of stabbing an enemy with a my bayonet and watching the life fade from their eyes as I smile at another life taken by me."

He finishes turning his back to Hanzel, letting out a sigh before going over to his desk and leaning on it, staring at all his work with a snarl on his face.

"Emperor kill me Karken now I fucken hate it... all of this shit."

He said and dropped his head, staring at papers with scribbles of high gothic words he barely knew how to write, leaving Hanzel to stand at his post with his nerves high and his panic slowly calming as he just stood by the door. Why did the princesses task him to be guarded, let alone have bodyguards and treat him to such luxuries that only a noble or officer would have? Hanzel could tell he wasn't meant to be nor do this kind of work. Hearing him complain, he would like the type meant to be knee-deep in mud and carrion, sitting in a trench with rain flooding it and spreading sickness now. Here an alien soldier far, far, far away from any frontline and on a world that knows only peace for over thousands of years.

"Oi, shiny." He called out as the Hanzel snapped to attention. "Y-Yes sir."

"What was your bloody name again, Letcher Ray or something right?" Grey asked, seeing the pegasus guard in full light-plated sky cyan blue pegasi recon armor; his coat was green with a blond mane tail and two large blue eyes.

"It's Hanzel, sir. You are referring to my Commanding officer Fletcher Fray, sir." He replied as Grey shook his head.

"Yeah, shiny stop with the "sir" crap, alright? I don't do "sir" like any other karken officer... I hate it." He says, agitated, glaring at Hanzel, standing there at full attention and staring straight on.

'Oh Celestia, I pray not to get hurt.' Hanzel says in his mind and speaks. "Apologies, Captain Grey, but as instructed by her majesty and fold along the rules of the chain of command, I am to refer to you with respect and... seeing you as a colt of your stature, I can not... fulfill that request, captain." He says, only for Grey to hold out his hand and shoot a single bullet shot of an eight-point twenty-five caliber round next to Hanzel's head from his bionic auto-gun arm hitting the wall behind him, missing his ear just by a few centimeters. Seeing the guardspony still standing but shivering as he stands attention.

"Hmm, guess the shiny is the only one with balls out of the other three. Pathetic." He says, getting up to grab the planetary documents he'd spent almost eleven days working on, only to toss them into the fire of his fireplace. Watching them burn away slowly as Hanzel watched with his peripheral vision, smelling the papers burn, and the bullets smoke in the air.

'Sweet bucking Celestias flank Fletcher Save me!'

"Shiny... I'm expecting a package in my name soon, and it will have to be waiting for me at this shits holes main grounds," Grey said, with his gaze fixated on the fire.

"Understood, sir. Should I send word to my commander about this?" Hanzel questioned, with Grey only turning his head to gaze at him with his bionic eye before going over to this bedroom out of Hanzel's sight.

'Oh sweet Celestia, I'm so fired or worse dead, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, Celestia. I beg you not to have this monster kill me!'

He prayed only to see Grey walk back, strapping on an olive green chest plate with two X markings on it, and getting close to the door; before Hanzel could even turn to open it. Grey had already opened the door and slammed it shut behind himself, almost hitting Hanzel's muzzle.

He only groaned, opening the door and seeing that Grey was gone; he walked out to the hall, looking around in a panic seeing only empty halls around him before sighing, annoyed.

"Well great not only is he a rude colt he's also faster than even thunderstrikers." He shakes his head and walks off to the guard barracks in defeat.

'Join the VIP guard division they said, it's more easier than working on the front line, they said, ugh easy my flank.'

•

Walking back to his barracks, he opens the door. He enters with a look of annoyance, defeat catching the attention of the Second Senior Petty Mage office and Commander as he was the first to point him out of his early relief of duty.

"Specialist Hanzel is there something Captain Grey needs of all of us or have us be repaired for?"

"Well, sir... He only told me that he is expecting a package that would be arriving within the castle grounds." He said both Fletcher Fray and Straight Arrow looked at each other and then back at Hanzel.

"So are we to wait for it to come and report to him of it's arrival shiny?" Straight arrow asked before Hanzel's head lowered more.

"He just told me that before he stormed off away from my sight and my guard duty, sir," Hanzel says as Straight Arrow and Fletcher Fray pause to let that information sink in. Panicking, all three rush out of the barracks and begin their search for the raging human through the castle as a sleeping Centurion Master walks up to the sounds of the barracks door slamming but then falls back to sleep with an ice pack on her head.

•

Remember that his package would be delivered to the castle's main grounds with his Commander officer and Second Petty Mage Officer, Straight Arrow. They were using that as their first sign to search, galloping through the halls of cantorlot castle till finally entering the main entrance. Out to the castle grounds where they saw what looked like a rather bizarre armored carriage with fire cannons and a crowd that surrounded it. The three walked over to it and heard shouting orders till they realized what it was and saw Captain Shining Armor yelling at an enormous armored carriage.

"Captain Grey, by both rulers of Equestria, as captain of the royal guard and part with the planetary defense order you to get out of that this instant!" He blurts only to see the head of Grey pop out from the top of a hatch with a huge smile of joy on his face.

"You're not my commanding officer or Sun Cheeks or Moon Ass, fuck off." He said before dropping his head back inside.

"But I work with you in equal rank under our majesties and with defense of the world and so I order you to get out of this carriage!" He yelled out to see Grey poke his head from the hatch.

"First of all, this is a and my personal "Leman Russ Punisher tank" equipped with duel heavy flamer side cannons, a mid las-cannon, a dozer blade, topped with a heavy six-barreled Gatling gun armed with AP.HE.I.BC rounds and finally topped with a Storm bolter turret on the hatch." He says, looking down at Shining Armor with a menacing smile on his face as Shining Armor looks up at him with concern and a confused face.

"This baby here could level entire lands alone as it was built born on Mars and made for combat that's up close and personal, with tops speeds going up to thirteen miles per hour. Weighing up to sixty tons of raw seven inches thick steel armor with just extra armor alone and with nearly unlimited ammo, she'll stand and fire at anything till it's nothing but good on the floor. To call this tank a mere weapon of the guard is an understatement." Grey said, resting his hand and caressing the hatch lid, rubbing his bionic hands lightly over it.

"This is a real and proper lad- no... a real "woman," and she, along with so many more like her, is every man's dream." He said, circling his finger over the turret hull and kissing it gently, getting a surprised look from everypony as they watched before he looked back at Shining Armor.

"And secondly, this is my tank; I'm in a tank, and your not!" He laughs, diving down into the tank.

"Captain Grey your being unprofessional and behaving like a filly, get out of the tank right now!"

"I'm literally in a tank and your not."

The sight of Captain Shing Armor arguing with Captain Grey to have him get out of this tank and refuse continued for exactly a couple of minutes as it built a small crowd of chuckling nobles and soldiers. Watching the captain of the royal guard himself argue with the hero of Equestria back and forth.

"Get out of the bucking tank Grey!

"I'm in a tank your not Shining cuck."

Shining armor only snarled, scratching up his muzzle and face and looking back at the crowd to see Commander Fletcher, Hanzel, and Senior Straight arrow pointing his hoof at Grey and the Tank. "Get him out of that thing while I got an alert from her majesty of this problem." He ordered, turning to see the crowd.

"Come on everypony, keep it moving and back to their posts, guardspony's." Shining armor orders break away the crowd leaving only Grey's bodyguards now tasked with getting their V.I.P. out of a tank.

"This is going to be a long bucking day." Fletcher sighed, looking up at the tank and hearing Grey scream out.

"Oi, this baby even got an extended fuel tank and extended ammo capacity; oh, I wish I could marry you, my beauty!" He screamed out to the tank with the sounds of manic laughter.

"Join the VIP guard division they said, it's easier than front-line duty and pays more." Hanzel recited with a chuckle as Fletcher and Straight only glared at him, shutting him up, and quiet is now an awkward chuckling from attempting a joke.

Author's Note

Was this chapter inspired by a notable story I so happened to cross, yes and there will be many more like it, so watch your asses cause it's get loud messy and hairy in here kids.

And big thanks to Bronycommander for the donation and permission usage for the following characters that ill be used in this story.

• Commander Fletcher Fray of the third unicorn Mage of the third Assault Mage Brigade.
• Second Senior Petty Mage officer Straight Arrow, Medical Mage, and Veteran of the second Anti-Air Defense Brigade.
• Specialist Hanzel pegasi twenty-seventh recon unit of the eighth division sir.

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What is the name of the forge world that produced the first super heavy tank named “Stormblade” and was formidable for it's plasma weapon tanks known as Leman Russ Executioners and what is the forge currently tasked with at this very day.