Author's Note

Hello all, thanks for continue reading.
This chapter will have a bit of violence and profanity.

There will be a bit of a spoiler from the 1st chapter from the book "warhammer 40k Prince of crows by 'Aaron Dembski-Bowden'." If you have read you will notice the the scene is not 100% replicated, as the one that remembering those are not remember all correctly.

I will try to write in old Pony-ish in this one.

thanks again for reading.

003 The first meeting, dark past.

Three bipedal creatures in a dark room are surrounding a round table. These creatures are wearing bulky armor with the markings of war, markings of defeat, their armor are not quiet. Growling with damage and energy that spark out on sometimes flashes the room. Skull masked helmets with red wings that crests their helmets, red eyes watching the table.

'Glowing cyan slit-eyes watches the scene play out.'

"Three of us." one said "Three of us survived."
"There may yet be more." said another.
The first scoffed at the notion. "There won't be any more. Have you been blind for the last nine hours? Did you not see what just happened? How many ship did we lose?

The third leaned on the edge of the table, tilting his head he regard his kindred. "We cannot know. Not until the fleet masses again. I saw the Praxis Mundi break apart and take out seven of her escorts. The Lady Sapienta died before her. The Aeternum Dread. The Throneless King. The Obfuscate. Those are merely the cruisers I saw die. I cannot speak of how many frigates and destroyers. Too many to name."

"What of the Nightfall?"
The third shook its head. "Aflame within and breached without. The flagship cannot have escaped. The Dark Angels went for her throat as viciously as the Lion went for Lord Curze’s" He pauses for a moment taking a slow deep breath. "The Nightfall should have been the first ship to run. I can’t comprehend why she stayed. What profit was there in trading firepower with the Dark Angels fleet?"

"I heard the reports." Says the first. "Sevatar ordered the flagship to remain in-system, while he recovered companies from the surface whose vessels had already fled."

The third snorts at that. "How very noble of him. So he killed himself and lost the flagship at the same time. MARK my work, his name shall be scorned by the survivors. How did the Dark Angels organize that ambush, that's be on anything I've seen."
"The Legion must regroup at the fallback point." Agree the second. "We can recommence attack once we have our bearings."

"Aye." Agree the first. "There speaks wisdom. It might be weeks, it might be months, but we are far from finished."

The others nod. "the truth is cold, we most face it. We lead the legion now." They tasted the truth in a silent moment, it was interrupted with a speaker crackling and a starts speaking.
"My lords. Another four ship has entered the space."
"Name them." Says the first.
"Auspex tells us it is the Quintus, Dusk’s Daughter, the Covenant of Blood, and… and the Nightfall."

'The Blue eyes watch with interest.'

Short while later the bulk doors open filling the room with a red light. In the doorway stands a 4th warrior like the others, but this once armed with a spear leaning on its shoulder.
"I hope you’ll forgive me for being late. There was an ambush. You may have noticed it. Not all of us could just light up our engines and run for the deepest black." He enters the room joining the others at the table.
"Good to see you Sevatar."
"I'm sure it is." answers Sevatar as he glances at the hololith ships drifting in the air above the table.
He speaks again. "So these is defeat. Now we know how the Raven Guard and Salamanders felt." "We have mustered close to 21 ships. We're wounded, but not dead."
"You three did well to evacuate the primarch. Have you been in contact with the rest of the Kyroptera?"
"Only to confirm the death of Jexad, Shoma and Ithillion." Replied the second.
"So three of the seven are dead," Sevatar mused aloud."and the primarch is wounded."
"The primarch is dying." Corrected the second. "We lead the legion now."

"We'll see. Anyway the future is grim." Sevatar put down his spear on the table, making a clang of metal on metal sound. "This won't do at all. Of the seven, you three are the once you dislike the most." Says Sevatar.
"Be serious Sevatar." Replied one of the others.

Sevatar smile under his helmet. "Am I to assume you brave souls have a devised a plan?"
"We have." Answered the first. "Once the fleet's strength back, we will strike back, the question is where?"
Sevatar clears his throat as this needs a level of subtlety. "Already, you 're taking us down a path we shouldn't walk. You speak of vengeance, of a counter-attack on a foe that out matched us."
The others hesitate. "Of course, What else is there to do?" Answered one of them.

The warriors starts to argue between them. The 3 wants to take revenge against the Dark Angels while Sevatar wants to join Horus at the crusade against Terra.

Sevatar walks away from the table and says:
"I am finished with the Thramas Crusade. I am taking my companies to Terra. I plan to see the real war before the final day dawns. The rest of the Legion should come with me. I may lose my temper if you try to keep fighting this meaningless war."

One of the warriors looks at his Sevatar in raw disbelief for a moment. ‘Are you mad, Sevatar?’
"I don't think so, I feel fine."
"How would you stop us from staying?" asked another
"I'd kill you, of course. But let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Emotions are running high, and my spear is all the way over there." Sevatar gestures to the spear.

Sevatar leaves as one of the others ask. "What about your spear?"
"I will come back for it soon enough."

One of the warriors watches the resting spear on the table , then runs towards the door.
In a flash of light heavier armor clad warrior appears and start shooting with thunder and flashes.

'The cyan eyes widen and scream, as she dispel the dream scene.' "ENOUGH! We grow tired of dis farce, show thy self dreamer."

In it's wake stands a tall alicorn with near pitch black fur clad in armor, mane and tail is in dark violet with nebulous star flowing in an non existent wind.
Nightmare moon spots a small pony laying on the ground, she grabs the pony with her magic dragging it to face her. As she holding the pony face to face, she sees that this pony is unlike the ponies she known of.
"What are thee? Tell us now." Red eyes meets her cyan, the red widen and the pony starts to shiver and ask. "Where am I?"

"Tho is dreaming. Tell us what tho are? What was that dream thee shown us?" Replies Nightmare.
The Shaking pony stills in the magical grip, herself her eyes focus on Nightmares. "Sorry, sorry I'm a changeling the names Tec'ondra, Tec for short. The dream you saw is part of a fictional story form where I come form."

Nightmare eyes the changeling. "Where those thee come from?"
The Changeling gives of a small giggle. "You might not believe me, but I came from a other dimension from a planet called Earth or its other name Tellus, Terra, Gaia. Before you ask, I died and got reincarnated as an changeling princess with the help of an alicorn named Lauren Faust."
Nightmare eyes widen, then glare at the changeling. "Tho don't lie, why are tho not afraid of us?"

Something dark and sad passes over the red eyes. "I'm not afraid of you because we are the same and I don't have a problem with what your plans are for me, if we can come up with a deal that help us both I would be more than happy to share."

Nightmares looks confused. "What do tho mean we're the same? What do tho know about our plans for thee?"
Tec looks sad almost defeated, then sighs. "I know how it feels to be abandon, be ignore and when you ask for help, for someone to listen but they says your the problem." Tec pause before continue. "And I know what it feels like to lose yourself to the darkness." Red eyes refocus on the cyan, a sad smile comes across the muzzle.

Nightmare feels the emotion and the pain as she is connected to her dream magic. She sets Tec down the floor and sits down looking around. "How do thee know how it is to be abandon?"

The changeling looks down and sighs, the dream shivers cracks start to appearing. Dark clouds start to pouring in they and taking on colors 'Red, Dark purple, Blue'. Echos of the past start talking at the same time. Nightmare eyes darts around ears laying flat against her skull.

Dark Purple 'disgust': "Why are they ignoring me, what have I done. I hate my self and I don't know why."
Blue 'sadness': "I'm so lonesome, family only care about my sister. Relatives ignore us."
Red 'anger': "How do they think they're, do they think they are better then me. I been fighting for myself for so long."
Nightmare sense her power grow stronger by the negative emotions, but also disgusted by them. Using her magic she dispel the nightmares.

With heavy breathing she lock her eye on Tec and speaks. "What have thee been through? To have those dark emotion?"
Tec looking at the floor starts laughing that turns to crying. "I have had a shit life until my late 20ish, 'hiccup' born with metal illness. As it was early in the progress of the illness so they didn't know what to do with me." Tec looks up to Nightmare tears streaming from her eyes.

"My parents didn't know what to do with me, they got help from doctors and specialist. But with a father that mistreated my mother and was an alcoholic. My mother was so deep in her own grief that she couldn't help me at home. In school I was put in a special classroom to help me 'HA' that only isolate me more. And children/foals are monster. I became the foal that was an outcast. Slow down my social education."

"Then on the year I was about to turn 6 my sister was born. She was sick really sick, she has gluten allergy, her body couldn't use gluten and she was dying. So all focus was on her I understand now but as an 6 years old it's not so cut and dry. I felt abandoned."

"At the age 4 she became really sick and was sent to the hospital, her appendix had burst almost killing her and that's when we learned she has gluten allergy. With an operation and right diet she got better. But my parents didn't stop pampering her. It was always "It's so bad for her. She's so sick. Can't you show more sympathy for her." That what I always heard, when I wanted help they ignore me. When I started argue with my sister my parents blamed me."

"The Years went on. I was about 14 years old when my parents decided to divorce (My mother had finally found a way out). The divorce was hard, the pressure was to hard for me so I starting to act out. My illness flared up and I stared hearing voices the talk down to me, to put me down. I started roaming the night, still going to school but was sleeping at the afternoon."

"I spend time with some unsavory people, started fighting with others and became some sort enforcer. 'sad laughter escape Tec and a shake head.' I had some damn luck I never got captured by the police."

"Well that was until I turned 17, I was finally taken in by the police for an attempt to steal money from a convenience store. Here my luck kicks in again I didn't go to jail but was forced to join help program. There I finally got all the help I needed to get my illness under control. I got medication, started speaking with a therapist. I got better a lot better."

"Still ignored by my parents and relatives I stopped meeting with the unsavory people. I thought they was going to silence me or something. But after I left the help center I learned the most of the people I spent time with was lost to another gang."

Nightmare moon just stands there in shock listening to the past of this small changeling. Tec just looks sad almost broken.

"I got friends and started spending time with them, they woke my fascination with roll playing games we started as with small group 6 people if I remember correct. We play "Dark heresy 1st edition" it was fun. After some time more joined some moved away, started playing other games 'Death Watch, Black Crusade, Rogue Trade and Vampire the requiem,' and some other games that we tried out."

"Then one of the original members started to take control it was he's way or the to Tartarus with us, we lost member after member. That's when I toke over as an Game Master because he didn't want to be one." 'Shaking her head Tec sigh.' "That became his downfall, I became a great GM the games became more fun, more creative and more structure. The other though so as well."

"The years went on and the ass tried to do all he could to get back his power. But nope he couldn't. In the end we stopped invite him. That's when all broke down. Love and use of sexuality to gain favors. I didn't fall for it, but it made a rift in the group and we split. Some went back to the ass, other stuck with me until we where only 4 left."

"I played with them as much we could. But as they say all good thing most come to an end we started working. I started working 3 shift work and lost most all the free time I had. The we meet up less and less, I became depressed and started going other things as I was in the darkest dark I found the light a show that made me feel happy again. The show was 'My little pony: friendship is magic." that's based on your world Nightmare moon."

Nightmare moon blinks and stares at Tec, she gulps. "Thee have told us of a sad past Tec, why share this with us?"
Tec shrugs "You did ask and I told you we're the same."

Nightmare looks at Tec. "What about the show tho speak of? Why is this based on our world?"

Tec tells Nightmare about the multiverse theory and what happens a bit in the show. Nightmare listen silent just asking some questions here and there.

"- and with that you are here means you have not returned to Equestria yet meaning I have come here before your 1000 year banishment ends."

Nightmare nods. "Tho are correct about that. its 25 years until we are free."
"Hmm, 25 years until you're free. That's good and bad. Good I know where time I am in. Bad my presence can change history as I know it for the show." Tec lets out a heavy sigh.

"Well thanks Nightmare for telling me, do you know why I haven't woken up yet?"
Nightmares horn lights up with magic. "It seems that you where put under a sleep spell. You shall wake up shortly as they have removed it." Tec nods. "Thanks again Nightmare you and Princess Luna was always my favorite."

In a flash of movement Nightmare grabs Tec with in a hug and hold her tightly. "We thank thee for thy words. It makes us so happy."

Tec laughs. "Okay this is a bit strange. But only because I never thought I was going get a hug from you."
Nightmare release Tec with a sheepish look on the muzzle with a pink color.
"Oh, it seems Tho sleep is over Tec, We hope we will meet again."
Tec fades and the dream ends.

3 days after the changeling got taken to the red site.

Celestia sits in her office going over paperwork. As she thinks on the little changeling that was found 3 days ago. 'Where did she come from, how is she so strong, why dose she have the strange magic on her that is so familiar? So many questions and the examination didn't help alot.

A knock at the door stops her thoughts. "Yes enter."
A royal guard enters and gives a salute. "Your highness the changeling is waking up."
"Good let's meet this changeling so we can learn more about her."

They leave for the red site.