Chapter One

Waking up, 860's ears were ringing, however, it didn't stop. He shook his head in an attempt to stop the infernal sound.

After some time it did.

'Good, now let's see where I am.' His left leg was throbbing in discomfort, while a beam of bent metal blocked his field of vision. 'I can't see anything with this metal beam on me.'

Reaching upwards with his gloved hands and gripping onto the bent piece of metal 860 moved the piece of rubble off. He discovered that he was still in the troop hold of a drop ship, around him; the remains of his Squad, unmoving.

Only a few bits of memory came back to him,

Overwatch, had received an anomaly on their scanners in sector ten, subgrid seventy. and immediately dispatched a Stabilization team, to Engage. Secure. Inquire.

7-0-3-9-10 was sent, 860's squad; it was him. Their Suppressor unit 130, the Ordinal 526, and the last three members. The Marksmen, 987, and the two Assault grunts 992, and 409.

Sitting up was easy. Getting up was the challenge, vertigo was working against him, but didn't stop the hulking giant from moving.

As he walked, the hold creaked from his considerable weight. And even groaned, with each step he took.

Arriving at the closest of his fallen compatriots. 860 fell to one knee and Reached out towards them. Lifting one of their heads gently, Soon after gaining a grasp on them, he pressed one of many buttons on the helmet, as the flatline noise rang out.

Showing that they had expired.

Gently letting the head go back down, 860 used the metal wall to get himself back up. along with steadying himself, as he traveled, his limp grew considerably worse.

While it began to throb more and the pain began to mount. Yet, the minor wound did little to hinder his movements, around the troop transport. 860 was too focused on seeing who had survived, and who didn't. To worry about his injuries,

'This isn't good. Come on, Someone better be still kicking.' Yet his hope of having at least one, alive member of his team grew smaller, and smaller, as each Flatline rang out for every, single one of his teammate's helmets.

Shaking his head, in slight frustration 860 moved toward their weapon rack, in doing so. The combine soldier needed to clear some metallic debris, once out of the way. He retrieved his primary firearm.

Commencing an inspection of his main gun, 860 discovered it was still combat-ready. But if he was being honest with himself, 860 didn't know how to inform Overwatch of the death of his squad.

Taking a few deep breaths he prepared himself to make the transmission.

860 reached up, pressing a button on his helmet to begin the transmission he never thought he would make toward the A.I unit, his vocoder crackled to life realving his somewhat robotic speech.

"Overwatch, Stabilization team designated, 7-0-3-9-10 has Flatlined. Spikewall Unit. 8-6-0-9-6-2-1, is Solo active, holding current position. Negative viscon on Hostiles, Awaiting for Advanced Directive. Over,"

Letting his hand fall down from his head, 860 gripped the Forend of his firearm waiting for it to respond.

Overwatch didn't respond.

This was going south very quickly, and Overwatch always responded. The moment any combine entity ended, their communication to it.

'Maybe, there's some interference? Maybe the Resistance have a Jamming Unit online? But that brings up another question, how the hell did they manage to steal one, or Construct it. Without the database mentioning it,"

Moving back towards 526, he grabbed his radio backpack and began removing it from the lifeless body. 'You won't be needing, this anymore. I'm sure you understand, given the current situation, This will no doubt boost my connection with Overwatch.'

Hooking it up to his back, he began checking if it would even transmit a signal, let alone receive one.

After testing its components, the way their squad leader showed. The backpack radio was very much operational. 'Thank you 526, for constantly maintaining this baggage now it's my annoyance.'

Grunting in discomfort, 860 looked down at the troublesome limb, his left foot was damaged. 'I don't think human feet are supposed to bend that way, I think I possibly need some Medical.'

Looking around the transport pod, 860, found the emergency medical supplies. walking over as reasonably, as one with a broken foot could. He tore open the metal box and grabbed one of six fluorescent blue syringes along with bandages and other medical items.

'This is going to hurt just a bit.'

He saw the injured limb as more of a liability, more than anything else but it's better to fix it up now, over him being pinned down by Anit-Citizen gunfire.

Main Six POV

Twilight, Spike, and the four other ponies that made up their group were currently attempting to save Rarity from the diamond dogs.

But even with the spell that Rarity had taught Twilight about, they still couldn't find the elegant mare.

"Come on Twilight we have to be close! Who knows what they're doing to her!" yelled a concerned baby dragon.

"I'm trying, Spike but I'm not a miracle worker but that explains why there are so many missing Pony reports for Ponyville! It's these Diamond dogs." Said the Lavender mare, her tail lashing.

Her anger made her horn flicker, Applejack had taken notice of this and expressed her concern.

"Easy there, Sugarcube, we don't need ya bursting into a rage state and losing the spell. Now, do us a favor and Breathe in and out, would ya?" the orange earth pony reasoned.

Twilight did as Applejack instructed, she did steady herself if only slightly, Soon they heard Rarity shrieking and sobbing.

"She's in trouble! Pick up the pace!" Rainbow Dash pointed out, as the ponies picked up their speed from a slow trout to galloping.

Little did they know, that's what the Diamond dogs anticipated, and all of them promptly fell into their trap as metal nets entangled the group.

The trap had sprung, and many of the dogs began cheering at the new additions to the dens, while a new voice entered the caves.

"Good dogs! Now, let's separate these new arrivals to see who can be useful in Pulling or gem finding."

"Twilight!" Rainbow Dash hissed, trying to get her friends' attention. Turning her head she continued.

"Cut this, bucking net! So we can kick their flanks!" Acting quickly, Twilight tried to concentrate on a spell that would slice through the rusty nets.

However, a guard dog witnessed this and punched her in the barrel. "Bad Pony! No escape."

"Twilight!" All of her friends shouted as the blow knocked the air from her lungs, making her gasp, and cough.

"G-girls I'm fine."

She rasped out, breathing heavily as if she had just completed a marathon. "Dogs! Take them to the cells! We'll begin breaking down their abilities there."

Not a moment later, the main five, including Spike we're dragged off, like recently caught fish to whatever fate might happen to them.

"There's no way in Tartarus! I'm not going down without a fight!" proclaimed Rainbow Dash, while Applejack covered her muzzle.

"Lower ya tone, I got a plan, to find Rarity but we can't have ya making a scene understand?" Applejack muttered so that the cyan mare could hear her, with a slight nod of Rainbow's head.

The orange farm pony removed her forelegs, from her friend as they were dragged off to Celestia knows where.

860 POV

With a pain-filled grunt, the Overwatch Soldier gritted his teeth behind his emotionless helmet, while 860 forced his foot back into its proper place. Regardless, the loud *CRACK* of bone forced back echoed through the damaged metal carrier.

'Their. Problem rectified.'

Working through the dull pain he wrapped his exposed foot. having removed his boot and sock, thinking his extremity had been bleeding and required a stem.

'Stem, isn't required after all.' He thought, along with storing it in the backpack.

Taking this moment of forced rest, he stored the remaining medical syringes that was left on his lap. After that, he commandeered the weapons his team had. Once that was achieved he Unbonded them, from their previous owners.

The two 'Daggers' were bonded to him, then stored on his legs, as if they were sidearms. The new Ar1, and Sniper, followed the same destiny like the previous weapons; However, he would need to come back for the Heavy Gun that their APF was assigned.

"That's everything. I still have room in this Backpack. I might as well stock up, on some more Supplies, but first, Let's get my shoe back on."

Grabbing the sock, he carefully pushed his foot into it then eventually the boot. Redoing the laces that held his boot on, 860 proceeded to store additional Ammo, the last of the medical supplies, food paste, water, and the only working, Viscerator drone's which only two had survived the crash.

Giving his fallen comrades, one final look, he spoke out to them. " I'll be back to get you all, rest easy now. Our mission is complete." In reality, 860 didn't even know if their original directive was a success or failure.

But still, he felt like he needed to say what he said for his own sake. They knew one another for so long. They were almost a family. Or what 992 would say, 'a family of freaks.' 860 was feeling something he didn't know how to describe.

His chest hurt, and his eyes wanted to release some kind of fluid.

'Are my eyes trying to leak?'

He thought in reaction to the foreign feeling, while his throat felt tight.

'These Foreign, sensations can wait, I need to get into contact with Overwatch. Hell, I'll take Airwatch at this point. But out of respect, I plan to bury them with full honors for their Service. Sense they can not be recycled.' 860 thought, while taking nice and slow steps towards the hatch of the transport pod.

Through the ripple window which was one-sided glass, he couldn't see much of anything it was pitch black.

860 pressed the exit button, nothing transpired, he pressed it a few more times before summing up that the door was broken. 'Going to have to do this the old fashion way. I think we crashed if the state of the entrance and exit of the pod, was anything to go by.'

Steadying himself, 860 reared his right leg up, and kicked the door, causing a loud clang to reverberate, around the pod.

He kicked, again, and again, till finally, the seventh kick brought the doors off their metallic hinges.

'It's time to go.'

He proceeded to jump out of the pod resulting in him landing shortly after.

'Right, total Darkness is not my cup of tea, let's fix that.' Reaching up he activated his helmet's Night vision mode.

Looking around, 860 discovered that they were underground, which should have been impossible. 'That crash didn't have the force to make us go underground, what the hell happened? Why can't I remember the reason?' shaking his head he continued to scan the area.

"Recon in progress."

860 said, his helmet along with the vocoder, distorted his voice, 'I need to keep that habit if I join another squad.' This was odd, despite being considered better and even on par with pre-war Commando's, They still spoke out and gave verbal orders. While their non-combine versions usually did hand symbols to show a battle plan, Regardless he followed the tunnel's path.

'I like tunnels. Is this why I requested the Spikewall class, I think? Close quarters, with a Shotgun, is devastating. More so in a cave, this is going to be fun, if there are any Anti-Citizens, down here. I also see why my transmission didn't go through, these are solid rock formations. '

He traveled, down the dark lone hall, for roughly five minutes. And it didn't seem like the end was in sight annoying 860 slightly. 'How long is this rebel-made Tunnel? You know what, I have an idea.'

Deciding to take the more reasonable approach 860 removed a Viscerator from his side, and activated it.

"Overwatch, one Viscerator online." He said, but no response came forth.

In an instant, the little robot with Razor-sharp blades was floating in front of him like a mini-death helicopter.

"Recon, directive."

860 ordered, as the little machine made a sound, to confirm the order it had been given. Slowly, it began to pulse in blue light; it stayed like that for a moment.

Until a massive three-D map appeared, showing the cave system, they were in, along with multiple red dots. and six green dots, the active Manhack, being one of them.

"Uplink, Transmitters to my HUD."

A moment later, the map appeared in the corner of his right eye, while he offered his hand to the tiny death drone,

"Recall."

It hovered over to his free hand then deactivated, and fell into his gloved hand. Storing the Manhack on his chest armor, 860 continued his new current directive.

Reach the surface. Then get into contact with Overwatch, or any combine related entity.

860 traveled, slowly and cautiously, each step was slow and meticulously placed. So if the case called for it, he could whip around and cover his blind spot.

860 was a tempered soldier, Patients and keen hearing were traits that needed to be learned, in order to be made into a deadly Spikewall or a wall hammers, especially in these Claustrophobic situations.

Soon the sounds of someone speaking were echoing off the cold dry walls of the tunnel but he didn't pay it any heed, many times before 860, had gone 'Solo active.' not that he had minded, but missions go by faster in a group than solo.

His helmet detected the language, and in a small message marked it as an Unknown Phraseology.

860 didn't understand the Alien Tongue personally, Maybe the A.I could if he had a connection.

"Overwatch, be advised, possible, Hostile Contaminants are in this sector."

It wasn't harsh on the ears, it was delicate but very complex. Currently, the speaker seemed panicked, even fearful? 860 was limited on understanding a persons tone, while speaking. But It wasn't a human Language not by a long shot,

'The hell is going on? What are the Rebels planning? Have they made some kind of new language to confuse soldiers? If so, I hope they know it works. Not in the sense of exposing their positions, but in the understanding category.'

Stacking up, on the stone-carved doorway, 860 prepared to make entry. Doing his best to not have the extra equipment, jingle and clang, and give away the Soldier's position.

Deciding to take a risk, 860 peeled in and Spotted two life forms, one a quadruped life form pinned on her back.

'In all my time, I have never seen specialties like this before.' Looking towards the other more bipedal life form, trying to forcefully propagate.

To be honest, he was going to shoot them both. They didn't have anything marking them as friendly Units.

'Today is your lucky day four-legged life form, you seem more adherently. Easy to dispatch, then your friend there and that is what saved your life.'

860 made entry, and without hesitation, Shot the bipedal life form. The blast was loud, even more so because of the tight space.

"Spikewall, enhancing Compliance!" 860 exclaimed,

While the bipedal lifeform, had its chest turn outwards covering the equine in blood and organ bits.

He slowly approached the last life form, he didn't engage, it seemed scared of him, so lethal force wasn't essential.

However, She wouldn't stay still. Forcing him to pin her to one side of this small poorly carved room.

"Stop moving."

And still, she kept crawling away until her rear bumped the wall; taking the advantage 860 pinned her there making it so the creature couldn't run away again.

Seeing no way out and being far from the growing pool of blood the creature got as low to the ground as possible, in a non-threatening way.

Deciding on, to get some information on this life form, he activated the Manhack from earlier. "Identify, Unknown life form." It simply hovered toward the uneasy mare, while it scanned her body;

The Viscerator returned, this time not needing the data transfer command, it started sending the reports the scans had shown.

It was female, the drone had designated the four-legged creature a 'horse.' And she was showing compliance, after that. He simply didn't engage her, storing his manhack. Then leaving the room, 860 started down the left tunnel and headed for the closest exit.

"Spikewall is recalibrating, towards withdrawal zone." 860 Said continuing on his travels to the surface.

Until a loud shout, grabbed his attention. The horse from before had galloped over and started to follow him.

"Spikewall is not engaging complacent life form. Compliance, Confirmed." For the majority, of their travels the horse stayed behind him letting him lead her towards the deeper parts of the cave systems, the pony and Overwatch soldier needed to go deeper before they could exit this underground hell.

Rarity POV a few minutes before

"Find more gems, Pony!" Shouted, the very irritated Diamond dog growled, As the disgusting dog walked closer to her his teeth bared.

"No! Not till you let my friends go! I know they're here. I heard them shout Twilight! " She retorted while the mutt grabbed hold of the white-coated mare.

"If Pony refuses to find Gems, or pulls Gems. And even dig Gems, then the pony has lost all usefulness~ except the last line of labor. " The male Diamond dog started gripping her back and hind quarters.

"U-unhand me this instance! I will not let a ruffian like you, have your way with me!" however this Diamond dog wasn't taking no for an answer.

"That's what all pony mares say~ You lost your protection, after refusing to find any more gems your body is Forfeit, Pony! You're now going to be used like a chew toy! And make many more dogs."

The foul-smelling hound proclaimed as Rarity's blue eyes shrunk to pinpricks. "I certainly will not! You can not make a lady to be your plaything you brute!" In an instant the dog had her pinned on her back by her neck making her struggle.

Seeing his as serious and not a joke, Rarity began to panic. At the thought of being taken advantage of. "You want G-gems right?! I'll find more! No more issues from me I swear! " She cried out, while the dog just laughed at her fear and dismay.

"That chance has passed, Pony, now you are a breeder of this Diamond dog clan till the end of your days."

"No! No no no!" She began to kick and squirm, not wanting the fate, he said Rarity would live out, until a loud blast came forth.

Blood flew everywhere, covering the white coat and her underbelly, in glops of warm liquid. As slimy half destroyed organs fell onto her stomach, they however slid off leaving a trail of gore on her stomach.

A new voice rang out, it was metallic sounding along with slightly muffled footfalls, she couldn't identify her savior's gender. Rarity didn't want to be rude, so she quickly opened her eyes thinking her help pulled the dog off.

But what she saw changed her look of fear to one of terror.

Along with her white-furred cheeks, turning green negligibly. The Diamond dog on top of her had a hole the size of a Watermelon in his chest while blood and important half-obliterated organs kept spewing out.

Currently, the dog was gurgling up blood while his body shook from the shock of rapid blood loss and organ loss. While he slumped off of the somewhat blood-covered pony, that shook her to the core.

"Mother of Celestia, W-what have you done!"

Looking around like a terrified foal, Rarity wiggled away from the dying dog and moved to a different corner of the room in an attempt to keep her once clean coat pristine.

It spoke to her but the elegant mare couldn't make out what the metal beast had said. While the two glowing yellow-eyed monster gradually approached her. "P-please! Don't harm me, I am not a threat," Rarity stammered.

The element of generosity had sat down, on her hindquarters. Thinking this was her end, Rarity got low to the ground. trying to appear smaller, hoping this action would make the creature spare her.

It stopped right in front of her, while it spoke in the same alien Speech as before.

Seeing it in the Torchlight, she could somewhat see it the monster, could have been larger. Then an average stallion and mare, and maybe even, the same height or greater than Princess Celestia herself, she couldn't tell, at the current moment.

Two yellow unblinking eyes were locked onto her as it reached over, grabbing a little metal box. While the gray beast on the other hoof merely extended its hand forward and in a quick motion the strange contraption came to life.

It spoke again, its voice somewhat metallic sounding as the little metal creature flew over to her and shot her with a soft beam of blue light, it went from the very top of her horn to the lowest point of her tail.

'What the hay is it doing?' Rarity internally questioned, watching it shine the beam against her prone frame.

But not wanting the same fate as the diamond dog, she stayed perfectly still.

Not a moment later, the little thing flew back and went back into a box shape, the yellow-eyed thing caught it. And proceeded to walk away from the stunned mare, while she physically reclaimed her voice.

"W-wait up!" she called out following the monster seeing him as her only protection down here.

'Not a Knight in Shining Armor, B-but it's better than nothing.' Rarity summed up, while they traveled, the large gray thing didn't say a word.

Making the whole walk even more unnerving,

'It doesn't speak much? Is that normal?' The silence was starting to bother her; it wasn't talking and the only sounds she could hear were them walking, and her breathing.

"So, are you from Equestria?" Rarity inquired, trying to start up small talk, with the Overwatch Soldier, but nothing happened.

'Of course it isn't, why would I ask such a stupid question!' Rarity mentally yelled.

Shaking her head in slight annoyance, Rarity tried again.

"Do you have a name?" She persisted, in trying to make him speak, but still nothing.

'For the love of Celestia, just give me a simple greeting at this point; this cave is starting to get to me.' She mulled.

"You don't talk much do you?" Rarity asked giving up as Silence was her answer, she flicked her tail in annoyance but still stayed close behind him.

"Your terrible company for a lady," she remarked, trying to spark a response, From her Rescuer, and still it didn't come forth.

However, Rarity's ears could hear something; her friends were arguing.

After pinpointing where they were, she leaped over and blocked the monster's path.

"I mean no disrespect for getting in your way, Sir, but my friends, need your help! Please help us. I promise to get everypony plenty of gems, even you!" he stopped moving and was just looking down at her.

Sighing in frustration, she moved her front hoof in a follow-me gesture, before going in the direction she heard her friends, And to her surprise, he followed.

Rainbow Dash POV

The dogs had dragged them into a dark damp cell, and to top it all off, they used metal chains to bind their limbs to the old smooth stone wall. "Ponies stay here, we come back after we eat."

The Cyan mare was pissed, her wings had been bound, and so were her forelegs and hind legs. "What now AJ, what brilliant plan, did you have that made us all end up in these stuffy chains."

Slightly embarrassed, Applejack answered. "If I'm being mighty honest with y'all I thought them mutts, would have brought us right to where they were holding her but I guess I was wrong." This made Rainbow Dash snarl, in anger.

"So you got us all captured, because you thought the Diamond dogs would put us in the same cell as Rarity?!" Rainbow stated nose flaring.

"It wasn't the brightest idea I'll admit, but Relax! Twilight can get us out in a flapjack second, Right Sugarcube?" Applejack asked, turning her head in the direction of the element of magic.

Who wasn't looking so hot, "G-goodness, I think Twilight needs to go to Ponyville Hospital," Fluttershy stammered. Looking over Rainbow Dash saw what concerned Fluttershy so much.

Twilight was in a cold sweat, her eyes looked dulled and her breathing was shallow while blood leaked from her nose. "M-my hooves are cold, I think I need some rest, right now."

This startled Fluttershy. "Please stay awake Twilight, we need to get her back to Ponyville now! She has internal bleeding! And it's getting worse!"

"Oh~ ladies! I'm here to save the day, well sorta." Called the elegant mare, Spike who in the beginning was focused on Twilight. Had switched instantly to Rarity, after hearing her voice.

"Rarity! Thank Celestia you're ok!" he was just about to continue when the Giant with yellow eyes caught his attention.

"What in Pony feathers is that?!" Spike pointed out making most of the main six turned to look, even Twilight in her current state.

It didn't speak so Rarity covered for him, "Mm? Oh you mean him?" she asked, pointing back at the large creature beside her with a hoof.

"No, the Hydra down the hallway. Who else would we be talking about?!" Rainbow Dash remarked, still a bit upset about the fact they wasted time she could have used to sleep, or kicking flanks.

"I didn't find him, he found me, now watch this."

Rarity said, before gently nudging her foreleg against his armored leg, her friends feared for her safety but she seemed not as concerned compared to her friends.

If anything she simply pointed to the old rusty bar door, and he took that as an incentive, putting his strange device down.

he grabbed hold of the door and began to pull on it.

The cell door began to screech as metal scraped against stone and eventually had gotten ripped off its rusty hinges, and he proceeded to toss the door away like it was nothing.

Rainbow Dash, didn't want to admit it. But that was pretty cool, While there silent Ally, just simply picked up the metal device and entered the room.

"Does ya new friend even speak?" asked Applejack.

"He does, but I don't think he understands us, I couldn't understand him. I'm not even sure if he's a Sir. I only called him that, so I didn't say 'It' constantly. Now, what's wrong with Twilight dear now?" Rarity questioned, seemingly not aware of the Danger her friend was in.

"Twilight needs to go to Ponyville Hospital as soon as possible! She's bleeding internally." Fluttershy persisted,

"How can we even trust this guy? For all we know, he's leading the Diamond dogs!" Rainbow Dash accused.

"D-diamond dogs, don't follow non-Diamond dogs unless there's something in it for them P-personally," Twilight muttered while pain began growing in her barrel.

"Can't your monstrous friend help us?!" Asked a nervous Spike, while Twilight's pained groans and moans got louder, Rarity by this point panicked.

"I don't know! I just point my hoof and he just figures it out!" the Fashionista offered.

"We gotta do something. Twi's pain is getting worse. I can see it from here," Applejack hurried.

In Rarity's Panic, she Pointed towards her hurt friend making the Goliath creature, trek over to the downed mare.

860 POV

The horse wanted him, to follow her. Since she was complying, He obliged her request, arriving at a metal door.

860 spotted multiple different colored horses, inside of this old inefficient cell.

While they conversed, no doubt about him, 860 just remained focused on keeping any of the hostile, bipedal creatures away, if they dared to attack.

They stayed like this for some time, the white horse talking with her friends. while he kept her covered, listening to their strange language.

'While they talk, I might as well check the map.'

Selecting the map, with a button on his helmet he began recalibrating his current position to the digital map. 'We're not that far from a few exits, currently unless these Horses, wish to stay here I have no reason to.'

Soon a gentle tapping was felt against his leg armor, looking down, he spotted the white horse trying to grab his attention, after grabbing it she pointed to the door with a hoof.

'She wants in? I don't see why not. But I'm going to have to put down my gun to give her what she wants.'

Looking left to right, 860 slowly departed with his gun while slowly walking up to the old rusty cell door.

'Dam, this looks primitive, and I thought Nova Prospekt. Had it bad, at least those doors worked. And didn't have half the doors covered in rust.'

With a few pulls, 860 had managed to pull it clean off its hinges and tossed it away. While it clanged against the walls and floor of the cave. The metallic sound echoed, through the cave, making him more vigilant.

'Those bipedal creatures, no doubt would have heard that. Let me check inside that room.'

Stepping back, the Overwatch Soldier grabbed his Shotgun, Then entered the prison cell to clear it. finding the room to be empty, minus the five other horses. and a new life form, that was lizard-like 860 deemed the room safe.

He lowered his weapon but refused to put it down again. 'Last time, I put my weapon down in low containment zone.'

Out of the seven life forms, the purple horse looked wounded. Blood was leaking from her nose, and she kept, whining and grunting.

After some talking, the white horse approached him and pointed to her companion. 'She's asking me? to treat her friend? That seems like a logical request however my medical knowledge is limited.'

Retrieving the Viscerator from his chest armor 860 activated the death drone once more and pointed toward the injured horse.

"Scan life-form for Potential injuries." flying over to the lavender pony the drone began scanning her for any injuries that were possible in the copy of the database.

Shortly, it found the problem and returned to the giant Soldier and transmitted the recently collected data.

Meanwhile, all of the horses and small lizard watched the flying piece of metal. "Uplink information to my HUD."

In a flash of soft blue light, a three-d picture appeared of Twilight inside of the yellow lenses, while showing the middle of her barrel in red, marking where the injury was.

'Internal damage, critical. I'm amazed this Equine hasn't perished yet.'

Reaching behind him, and into his backpack, 860 grabbed a stem Syringe, looking at it the Soldier noticed the dull blue glow.

Thinking it had gone bad, he shook it like an unopened can of soda. The response was immediate, as it glowed a bright blue.

'Stem has not deteriorated.'

Moving toward the bleeding pony, he simply felt with his pointer finger feeling for a vein, once finding one he pressed the safety pin on the stem making the needle appear, and administered the liquid medical treatment.

'Should be ready to move, momentarily.'

With that taken care of, he went back outside tossing the somewhat empty, stem and waiting on the horse creature and its pack.

"Recall."

860 called out, and a few moments later the Viscerator followed 860 and got into position to turn off and be stored.

Twilight POV

Whatever or whoever that thing was, it just saved her life. She still was hurting, but the pain was slowly fading.

"H-how are you feeling Twilight?" Spike nervously asked, wanting to know just what the outcome might be.

"I feel; Fine?" said a stunned Twilight looking over towards Fluttershy she spoke up.

"How long of a hospital stay, would that have been?" Twilight inquired to Fluttershy while she nervously answered.

"A-at most? three W-weeks even more, depending on the damage."

'Remarkable, whatever he knows or has. Can rapidly heal wounds. Compared to our medical insight, we seem Primitive, he's far more advanced than first Hypothesized.'

During her mental ramblings, Rarity helped released the others, from their bonds. "Sugarcube are you ok?" Applejack asked, moving towards her lavender friend, along with grabbing her attention.

"Mm? Yeah I'm alright, I was just thinking that's all AJ." with a nod, Applejack helped Twilight onto her hooves.

"Ready to go girls?" Asked the rejuvenated mare, shocking most of her friends, even Spike. Was astonished, at her speedy recovery, with a flash of her purple magic. Twilight took possession of the syringe and teleported it back to the library.

Seeing that, Twilight was pretty much good to go, the main Six the baby dragon, joined the tall creature outside.

"Alright, which way do we go now?" asked Rarity, while they looked around at one another not sure of where to go next.

"Maybe the Alien knows!" Pinkie Pie pointed toward the soldier who wasn't paying attention to the ponies.

"Pinky! don't be rude." Rarity reprimanded, but how could Rarity stop her, if anything what the hyperactive mare said was true.

"Where is this thing even T-taking us?" stuttered Spike, who seemed to be way more terrified of him than Fluttershy

"If I had to guess Spike, to the surface now. How about we all keep quiet? Our hoof steps are loud enough, not to mention us talking. He looks very capable of handling himself, those Diamond dogs can track our scents, Let's not make it easier for them than needed."

Twilight offered, effectively silencing her friends as her tail swished.

'I can't wait to see those Samples, from that Syringe! Who knows what medical advances it will give us if Refined?' Twilight was acting like a filly on Hearth's Warming Day. Who knew the present they so wished for, was wrapped up, and under the tree.

Soon the group arrived at an enormous rock chamber. Full of Stalactites, with a constant dripping of water, however, a new voice arrived.

"Ponies are bad, for escaping! Give up like the Mice you are! And your safety is Guaranteed!"

In a flash, Rainbow Dash was at the front of the group by their foreign warrior, who didn't seem fazed by the one alpha dog's offer.

"Pfft! Yeah right! You're just saying that because you're scared of us! And I don't blame you! I wouldn't want to fight us either!" the alpha dog snarled at the cyan mare.

"How dare you! mistake my mercy for foolishness? Dogs kill them all!" with that the leader retrieved a dog whistle and proceeded to blow into it.

A few moments later, nearly nine dozen, Diamond dogs, had arrived. Seemingly eager to end their lives, even a few were foaming at the mouth, to show their bloodlust.

Unfazed, the blackish-gray goliath, simply lifted his metal device. And pulled, a blackish lever back as a compartment opened up, and three cyan glowing cylinders appeared rapidly rotating; after watching for a few moments, he released it making the device slam shut.

"Rainbow Dash, back off, I think he's got it." Twilight pointed out, while the armored creature began simply walking toward the dogs.

"No way, you're an egghead Twi, you can see how outnumbered he is! there's no way he can handle them all on his own!"

"I can see that Rainbow Dash, but I want to study how he fights," Twilight answered, making The cyan mare growl in frustration for not being allowed to fight.

"Fine, he's got ten minutes, before I go kick some dog flank!" She spat out, walking back toward her friends and promptly taking a seat on some smooth stone.

Little did these ponies know, they were in for a blood bath.

860 POV

Being forced to face an enemy who had triple the numbers, was the best thing to ever happen to 860, the simulations back at the Citadel. Never really could handle the amount of battle chaos, 860 could dish out but now, it was time.

Engaging the plasma shot option on his primary weapon, 860 spoke again even though Overwatch wouldn't receive him.

"Overwatch, Multiple malicious contaminants. Spikewall Unit is initiating Code. Identify. Amputate. Coagulate. "

A moment later, a bipedal lifeform proceeded to charge him, thinking that 860 was the easiest to kill. Little did the Diamond dog know he was wrong. Dead wrong.

Aiming, 860 pulled the trigger without hesitation. the blast was loud, but effective, as 860 blew the dog's head clean off. The dog died instantaneously, plenty more charged in its stead.

'I feel like a kid on Christmas! Keep them coming!' charging into the sea of two-legged dog creatures head first. 860 was butchering them, those who used spears or crossbows didn't fair any better.

The lucky few, who got a thrust in with a spear, or even landed a crossbow shot into him, bore witness, to high-quality heavy ballistics armor. Manufactured, by the Combine. In English, their weapons were useless against his armor, it didn't help that they tried mass assault on his specific Unit, which was designed to handle several situations this being one of them.

"Overwatch, hostile Spikes, and Tactics are Ineffective. Their numbers are increasing escalating force, as a Consequence."

Even though the soldier had crunched the Diamond dog's numbers they didn't stop. He flipped a switch on his gun making it change its ammo from slugs to plasma shot.

860 kept gunning down the cave mutts, blood once sprayed here, and there, had evolved into. Pools of the Red liquid along with chunks of diamond dog.

Out of nowhere. A large, version of the dog-like life forms, had appeared from a recently assembled tunnel under him and punched 860 in the face.

The punch itself would have killed a normal human. But thanks to the enormous amount of modifications. both genetic and mechanical, 860 obtained through his enlistment. He survived the blow making him chuckle at the weak attempt to end him.

'Nice blow, if you were trying to break a walking cane! Here, let me show you how it's done!' 860, released another small laugh. His vocoder made the laugh, sound metallic, even sinister. Releasing his foregrip, and making a fist, 860 gave him a left hook.

The kinetic force snapped the dog's neck. The resulting force had even twisted the dog's head around as the result.

"Kill Confirmed."

860 didn't need to say what he did, if anything the only reason why was to mock the weak non-modified life-form.

The equines didn't have to lift a hoof if anything; some of them looked just a tad sick, more so for the lizard. But that didn't matter, 860 was just about to Grenade the dogs when a whistle was blown.

Halting by a hair, 860 watched the remaining dogs turn tail, and run for the hills. Having won this battle he simply stored the Grenade. 'Damn, I really wanted to use this extractor, oh well another time, yet no mercy for noncitizens. Even if they retreat.'

He was just about to pursue when three horses blocked his path. 'I guess I've done enough, that should scare some of them into forgoing their anti-citizen status.'

Seeing his objective complete. He reached up and radioed the Artificial intelligence. "Overwatch, code. 10-307 Is achieved, Hostiles have been scrambled, contain and control is acquired."

General third-person POV

Within ten minutes, the Diamond dogs had lost 80% of their numbers. One of the Alpha dogs had been killed; the only two that were left were Rover and Spot.

"R-rover! We can not kill that monster! We should stop and flee!" Spot tried to reason, but Rover wouldn't take defeat.

"We are not Mice! We are dogs! If you refuse to fight I will fight it myself!" without putting much thought the second Alpha dog Charged in, Resulting in his arm getting blown off and then his head.

Having had enough of the slaughter of the den, Spot grabbed his whistle and blew into it. "Dogs retreat! Run from demon! We can not win."

However, Twilight saw this moment as a turning point.

In a magical flash of purple light, any tunnels or hallways were sealed off with purple magic. "Hold on just one second! We aren't finished with you! Girls stop him, from K-killing any more Diamond dogs he's Proven his, 'Expertise.' In the matter."

Rainbow Dash, along with an unwilling Fluttershy, and Applejack, moved to block his path in an attempt to stop him.

"Woah there big guy, you have done enough time to stop now." Rainbow Dash, said with a nervous smile not wanting to have a new hole in her body while Fluttershy refused to make any sort of Eye Contact with him, even Applejack was Cautious of him, she however didn't speak to him.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group traveled around the Massacre, the lifeless remains of the Diamond dogs along with soft groans and gurgles of wounded and dying dogs. Instilled a new fear in most of her friends, even Twilight herself was now wary of him, but curiosity won.

'First, deal with the Diamond Dogs then get back to Ponyville, without the alien following.'

"If you don't want to end up like your den mates you'll do as we demand." Spot being the last Alpha he nodded quickly in hopes of being spared.

"Yes! Yes yes! Ponies get what they want just keep that thing away!" nodding Twilight began her list of demands.

"First, you will release all Ponies in your custody. No matter their age, gender, or status.' Twilight degreed while the dog nodded ferociously.

"You must give us Gems as compensation!" Rarity shouted, however, Spot was slowly becoming suspicious of that demand.

"That isn't fair!"

Spot retorted he was willing to release the pony slaves that they had. Their gems, however, were a different story.

Seeing a quick resolution to this, Rarity turned toward her knight in gray armor. "Oh, my knight in Grey armor~! There are a few more nasty Diamond Dogs who need to learn a lesson." Rarity called out to the Soldier who didn't respond.

This terrified Spot.

"Hush hush! Fine, take all the Treasures you can carry! Just keep that Death-spawn away!"

Satisfied, Rarity nodded and walked off tail, swishing, she avoided the blood and organ-filled areas and went to Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy as their emotional support.

Huffing, Twilight continued.

"Thirdly, you will assist us in getting to the surface of these Caves." The lavender mare mandated, keeping her eye on the Dog, making sure he wasn't trying to deceive her.

However, Spot was showing submissiveness with his tail. "Yes yes! We can get you out of our dens! We can!"

Satisfied with the answer, Twilight nodded before making her way back to the group that had slowly formed around the monster along with lowering her force fields, giving the Dogs their freedom.

'Whatever it is, can very much put down Diamond Dogs, and if I had to guess, anything else that dared to cross him. We must tread lightly, I must inform Princess Celestia, at once of this creature.'

After some time, the Diamond dogs had generously helped the main six to the surface along with their tall companion. While avoiding him as best they could in fear he would kill them on sight.

The daylight was warm and comfy on their coats, however. Celestia's sun had shone a bitter truth on them all.

Their alien friend. was humongous, even compared to Applejack she hardly made it to the waist of his body.

"What in Hay have you been eating? To get so big! I reckon that Big Mack is smaller!" Applejack said, astonished.

"Look at those Insignias! They're pretty cool if you ask me."

Said an amazed Rainbow Dash, while she hovered around him. but the one that grabbed her attention the most was a Skull encased by two sharp points, they almost looked like blades.

This caught the attention of Twilight who stopped to get a better look at it. 'I don't understand what the symbol means but I think a Skull universally, means demise.'

"Can I throw it a Pinky Party?! I Promise it will be super duper fun!" shouted the pink mare while Spike wasn't thrilled at the idea.

"Pinky Pie, that thing! Killed a hundred Diamond dogs in eight minutes! The first thing you ask is. Can I throw a Party?" Spike conversed, trying to make sense of the current situation.

Seeing this was a discussion, away from the alien. Twilight spoke up, after spotting what the Diamond dogs had promised. "Girls, I see the Gems, let's get going." She said wanting to get everypony back to the safety of Ponyville as soon as possible.

Agreeing with what Twilight said, most of the ponies had hooked themselves up and prepared to travel in a group. Yet, the Alien hadn't moved to join them.

It was hunched over, messing with something while speaking in a language that Twilight had never heard, Before.

Now being more or less free from its Protection Twilight ushered her friends along while leaving it behind, much to Fluttershy's dismay.

"S-should we wait for him, and help him to town?" Fluttershy offered but the egghead of their group disagreed.

"We can't understand one another, it would be very dangerous to bring him with us. We know he can handle himself, I'll inform the Princesses of the situation, they might know what to do." Seeing her response logically, the main six traveled back in relative silence, until the sounds of crunching were heard.

After turning their heads they all discovered Spike eating a gem, sighing Rarity used her magic to pull the half-eaten rock away from the baby dragon.

"Hey! I was eating that!" Spike wined while Rarity spoke up.

"You'll get the leftover gems. Once I finish alright Spike?" Rarity reassured, making the others giggle at his fussiness.

860 POV

The first rays of the sun had stunned 860 but didn't deter him.

Stepping out onto uneven earth made him sign in serenity but something that confused the Soldier was where his current location was.

His memory was still foggy, in time it would return but for now time to convey a message to Overwatch.

One of the equines flew around him, apparently inspecting his equipment and symbols. However just as things seemed to be promising, they departed in a different direction.

Stopping. 860 watched them for a few moments before removing the radio from his back and redoing the process he did before, 860 started from the top. This time, prepping the radio for long-range transmission.

"Overwatch, Stabilization team designated, 7-0-3-9-10 has Flatlined. Spikewall Unit, is Solo active, holding its current position. Malignant contaminants have been Amputated, Awaiting for a new Advanced Directive."

And again, there was; nothing, only static was his response. No orders to command him, no hierarchy to follow. 860 was on his own.

'Maybe the Equines can assist me? Last I saw, they were trotting towards some old mine carts.' Turning his head, he discovered they were long gone. But a mine cart of Precious materials was left.

'I guess not. So much for them being Reliable.' Walking toward the old rusty cart, the Soldier bore witness to so many gems, some were large, others small.

Some were sparkling, others dull but the one that stood out to him was a gem attached to a collar. It was a bright orange color while glowing, the collar itself had diamonds ingrained into it.

'Christ, if these are the real deal, before the Seven-hour War. I could have made a small Fortune with this one alone.' Deciding to take the exotic resources, even though they didn't have a use now, Didn't mean they would later.

Looking up at the bright blue sky, 860 sighed, his vocoder distorting the sound of air escaping his lungs.

'I'm really on my own aren't I?' he thought, watching a single bird fly by and disappear into a lush green tree.

Spotting a forest, 860 pushed the mine cart with one hand, Toward it. 'I guess I'll hide in that Grove, better than being out in the open.'

Author's Note

Chapter one is complete! Let's see where this story goes! I do hope you enjoy it.

Glory to our Benefactors.

https://youtu.be/y_4UY8SB6hU?si=8tXCb6fd_gnSdGKW

(it's a safe link! It's just for those who wish to know the power of the combine empire! Ps. That's a remastered version. The original is below!)

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