Sons of Equestria

Chapter 3: Leaving a Colt, Returning a Man

  It had been seventeen years of living and growing up in stature and in wisdom, but in this world only five years had passed. The alteration of time did cancel out one problem from my list though, having to tell old ponies the bad news with the risk of causing them heart attacks.

  The train had arrived and I had left it along with Max. We instantly headed for the town, the only place I could get my bearings from. But as for finding my way, I could only hope that the roads had not changed in five years.

  As I had suspected, a few of the ponies ran and screamed, of course it was to be expected, but it didn’t help the pang of anger and frustration. Even back on Earth towns were probable to clear when a W in uniform or not was coming. People would part like the Red Sea when one of us nearly seven foot giants with hulking muscles came within a ten foot range, but that was if they were in jeans and a T-shirt, the fear only multiplied when we were in armor. Even though our own people who knew what we were and what we were meant to do, and how we were to be saviors and war changers, and the fact that many had seen Rahgahgogarians just made the fact of being scared of another human even more ridiculous. In truth, the only humans who came even close were other militaries, other W’s, or scientists. No one else liked coming close to us, but with five years of active service I was at least slightly more used to it than I was when I had just put on the suit.

  I passed by a bakery and a few other shops, like what my father had told me was the ‘Quill and Sofa’, and I finally found my way around to the correct path to the old house.

  Soon enough I came to a fork in the path, I turned left, and after coming inside the forest I was met by a cobblestone path with flowers lining it and a white picket fence on either side, still surprisingly well kept.

  After walking for a while I came in sight of the two story house. When I had been in the body of a pegasus colt it had seemed almost massive, but being nearly seven feet tall, it seemed just right for a single story house for a normal human who didn’t have my rather broad shoulders. But one thing that surprised me was the fact that the door that had been a single one was now a double one, even big enough for Max’s extremely large Rahgahgogarian shoulders.

  I grasped the door knob with care and turned it slowly, it was unlocked. I slowly opened the two doors and crouched down and fit inside.

  “How is anything supposed to fit inside of this house? It is even smaller than that caboose we came in!” Max said to me.

  “I do agree that it is rather small, but remember the average size off the locals. This would be a rather good size house for them in truth.” I replied.

  “Glad you are at least that observant.” A voice came from in front of us. I looked and only saw a tall back chair, the chair my father always sat… laid down in.

  “Who are you, and why are you in this house?” I asked rather harshly. I had lived in this house for only a little while but I wasn’t about to let some random pony of the street take it from me being as technically it would be mine.

  “I could ask you why you are here as well, but I think we can give a guess, although I rather not make a fool out of myself if I am wrong. Tell me, how many years on Earth have passed since Johann Webster left with his family?” I found those questions rather weird. Why was this pony asking questions that only a human might now about and have doubts about? I didn’t much care so I could only comply.

  “Seventeen years in total; and I have already gathered it has only been five years on this end.”

  “My how time flies, I never thought our time was that different. Tell me, do you know of…”

  “I’m asking the questions now and you are going to tell me why you are in this house right now or you are going out on the street, immediately proceeded by a boot out into the forest, and I know you’ll get far enough away from civilization and deep enough into the forest until I doubt you’ll make it out quite as healthy as you are now!” I cut the pony off in mid sentence. The pony got out of his chair and looked at me without fear, truly a first. I recognized him as the pony I had met in the forest. “You, how come where ever I go I end up bumping into you?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Fate maybe, there just isn’t a way to tell, now is there? And as to why I am in this house, it is mine, I own it, I built it by myself, I live here, I could say I own this land except nopony owns the Everfree as a true property, which also might explain why I built here originally.”

  “That, sir, I know to be impossible. I know the pony who built this house personally, more personally than any other I might say.”

  “Why, who was he to you? A friend, just someone you knew off hand, a person or pony you bumped into one day and became friends with?”

  “No, none of those things, he was much more than that, much, much more than that. He was…my… father.” At this his eyes grew large.

  “J-J-Jason, is that… really… really you?” I looked up at him, slightly surprised to see tears forming. “Jason… Paladin… Webster… is… that truly you… is it really you?” He placed his hooves on the sides of my helmet and pressed in slightly, and removed it slowly. He placed the helmet to the side and examined my face. “My how you have grown. You look so different, the only thing that hasn’t changed is that… that spark in your eye. That flare of light and determination, it’s still there like always.” He then flung his arms around my neck; I could only feel comfort in this, so I could only return gesture. I suddenly heard Max’s voice in my head,

  “I’ll be outside if necessary, sir.” I didn’t move but stayed in the pony’s embrace. He shifted from the hug and looked at me.

  “I always knew that someday some human would come here, whether to see this world or to come for me… I just don’t know what to say.”

  “Why would humans exactly come looking for you?” He only smiled.

  “I could only expect you not to remember my face, you little bugger.” My memory flashed in front of me, only one person would ever say that to me.

  “F-father, is that… you?” He smiled and returned into the embrace. I quickly relieved myself of the embrace. “But how is it possible? You were killed when the building collapsed.”

  “Not really, I was teleported just after I pushed you and your mother out. I wasn’t sure how things would turn out so I didn’t take the chance. Ever since then I have been here, waiting, hoping that someday someone would come, but I never thought it would be you!”

  “Call it chance, I was sent here with anything but you in mind. Back on Earth it is generally accepted that you’re dead as of seventeen years ago. I was sent here to make peace with the natives as a P.E.T. unit.”

  “P.E.T. unit, what is that?”

  “Peaceful Entry and Treaty unit, we are sent into the different universes to make peace with their native kinds. To explain further, just a little after you left war started up.”

  “Who’s the enemy this time?”

  “The U.N., we split off from them seventeen years back, and in doing so were accused of being a terrorist threat and since them we’ve been at war for these last seventeen years. I was drafted into the ‘infant trainee’ program when I was ten and for ten years I trained to be a W unit, three years of active service in the front lines and then I was transferred to a P.E.T unit.”

  “Infant trainees program? I thought I told them that in any case that would be a horrendous idea.”

  “Then I can agree, I have to say the physical and mental strain was great, and the only real benefited was extra strength and a better soldier, I can be a testament to that.” We both smiled, even though the matters we were talking about were less than pleasant, it was a wonderful time for both of us because of seeing each other after a long time.

  “So who was your friend?”

  “That was Max, he is a Rahgahgogarian, well, technically he is a Devogagorian. The Rahgahgogarians as a whole were one of our greatest allies and now are the second largest major species on Earth.”

  “Interesting, yes, very interesting indeed, a new main species on Earth, I never expected that one.” We walked outside and met up with Max.

  We were soon on our way to Ponyville with my father at the head. The walk was filled with questions from my father and answers as quickly as Max or I could muster them, although eventually I popped out Orion and let my dad have the well of information he needed.

  “Do you have access to files containing information about the ancient Gohoritykah scrolls or whatever they had?”

  “Unfortunately the Gohoritykah either destroyed them or escaped with them since they thought them to be holy artifacts that no other species should touch being as they were, as they called themselves repeatedly, ‘the highest ascension of life in all the universes’. The only case in which a Gohoritykah might submit to a human or any other is if they are Runner or Grunt class, being as they consider themselves expendable in any case.”

  “Truly that is a pity that you don’t have any records on those. Do you have access to any deeper information on Rahgahgogarians and their history?” Orion popped up a file and lowered it into my father’s view so he could read. Being as the panel was slightly transparent he was still able to see even when it was in front of him.

  Eventually my father was up to date in every point and we were in the boundaries of Ponyville. Besides taking a trip through a literal physical lane, I was also taking a trip down memory lane as I was met by sights and smells I found familiar even after seventeen years of smelling or seeing them last. I saw what I remembered as the bakery, and the clothing shop in the distance. It took me a matter of second to realize where we were going, the Golden Oaks Library. My father had told me that the most intellectual pony in town lived inside when I was eight; I never really met her, but instead decided to have fun with her dragon assistant… Spike was his name if I remember correctly, so all in all this would be the first time I was properly introduced to her, although I probably leave the technical talk between her, my father, Max, and Orion. I removed my helmet as my father knocked on the door. I could only hope she wouldn’t run for cover at the sight of us. The door opened and revealed a purple unicorn, well, actually she was more lavender than purple but the two colors were close enough.

  “Oh, hello, Twilight, glad to see you are still in.”

  “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Well one might never know.”

  “So… they did come?”

  “They’re right behind me, so I should think they did. Uh… may we come in?” After peering behind my father her facial expression changed to an emotion I couldn’t quite identify.

  “Of course you can, please mind the door frame; it’s quite low for those two.” Max and I were quite able to slip underneath the low riding frame, and were found with the excellent prospect that was the fact that the library had a rather high ceiling, although it would be expected that the tree being large and carved out would have a high ceiling.

  “Hey, Twilight, who was at the door… oh no, ALIEN ATTACK, Twilight, run!” With that the dragon came and went like a flash. I was able to grab him quickly, being as the distance from one side of the library to the other was around two short steps, and being as he probably wasn’t expecting me to have long arms as I did.

  “Now, Spike, you know better than to judge by the cover. Especially when it’s an old friend of yours paying a visit after several years.” Spike suddenly stopped struggling and just looked at me with his arms crossed, being as I was holding him by his tail. I slowly placed him down onto the ground where he sat for a few moments.

  “Well, Twilight, to continue, this is Jason Paladin Webster and this is Max.”

  “Larzyhorintorhmax is my full name in reality.” Max’s voice echoed in my head, and I could only guess that it had done so in the other’s heads as well.

  “H-how did you do that?” Twilight asked.

  “It’s called telepathy, miss, it’s the way all Rahgahgogarians communicated being as they don’t actually have a mouth.” I replied for Max.

  “But then how do they eat, how do they breathe, how do they replace the other functions of the mouth?”

  “Orion, pop up those files about the Rahgahgogarians, will you?” It really was an easy fix over telling the whole story again and again.

  Orion’s image popped up from his inactive chip. He quickly shoved the file image over to Twilight so she could read.

  “Uh, slight problem here, I don’t read this language.” I looked and saw the letters and words in English, I only naturally assumed that since we spoke the same way that we read the same.

  “Hey, Max, mind telling Twilight here about your kind, being as the language bridge has not yet been made?” He nodded and knelt towards Twilight and began the dialogue about the Rahgahgogarian according to his own knowledge and the knowledge of Orion’s text. The library was silent for a while being as Max was explaining to Twilight about the Rahgahgogarians in a private conversation, meaning no one else could hear it, well, I could if I tuned in but the speech on the Rahgahgogarians was rather extensive, and because of a few thick skulled hard listeners I had to hear it five times in a matter of two days.

  I was broken from my thoughts when I slowly began to hear a rumbling sound in the distance. I put on my helmet and put out a scan for miles around and found nothing. And as suddenly as it came it faded out of hearing. What had it been? Only time would tell, but I was determined that it probably wasn’t good.

  The crew of the U.N.S. Hailstorm was greeted by the sight of their sister ships, the Hellfire and the Bermuda, both of which were also cruiser class battleships, although they were much smaller than the Hailstorm. The two sister ships had just jumped through inter-space and were coming in to aid in repairs on the Hailstorm.

  “Admiral Sandusky, Admiral Khan and Admiral Norman are sending you messages; do you wish to commence open speech, sir?”

  “Yes, open the line immediately if not sooner.”

  “Yes sir… line open, sir.” The Admiral stood up as the two images of his fellow Admirals appeared.

  “This is Admiral Khan of the Hellfire, do you read Hailstorm?”

  “Yes, Hellfire, we read you.”

  “This is Admiral Norman of the U.N.S. Bermuda, do you read Hailstorm?”

  “We read you as well, Bermuda.”

  “What seems to be the trouble, Hailstorm? We were going to sector G-32 to stage an attack on U.S. forces when we received message from home you needed help.” said the commander of the Bermuda.

  “We received a heavy ion cannon blast to the hull, it caused damages to several decks and the engines, we sent word that we needed extra repair crews.” replied the commander of the Hailstorm.

  “Who shot you?” asked the commander of the Hellfire.

  “The U.S.S. Sailfish, we had shot a concentrated beam at them, but somehow two of them were able to survive. They used a drop pod down to the surface here,” he said as he opened a map of the surface and put his finger on the location, “we have an inside agent who is still on the Sailfish who is waiting further orders while keeping the grounded U.S. soldiers from contacting their H.Q.

  We are sure that this is their first contact, and with all the time they had they must have already made contact and peace with the major people of this world.”

  “Then why don’t we just fix you up, shoot the ‘D’ beam at them and collect what we need then leave.” The commander of the Hellfire said.

  “I agree with the Hellfire, if they are already allied with the U.S. then why not destroy them, they would be minus one allied world and two soldiers.” The Bermuda’s commander said.

  “Because we plan to use the ML-16 tactic on them, although they are already allied we can still convince them to join us.”

  “I doubt using the same tactic will get us anywhere, I bet you that those people down there know what this war has been like and have been given their reason to not want to join us!”

  “Bermuda, have you lost faith in our battle? Do you now think like a U.S. soldier and think US to be the enemy and the devil? The U.S. is the terrorist organization here and we are the exterminators of the terrorists, it is our duty to protect peace on Earth, and now across the universes.”

  “I might think like you, Admiral,” The Bermuda commander said with his head lowered, “but I don’t see things like you do.” He slowly lifted his head. “If I really was on your side I might agree with you, but being as I’m not, I can’t.”

  “What do you mean, Admiral Norman, you have always been for the U.N. why change now when the tides of war are in our favor?”

  “Because I’m not Norman, I’m Lenard of the U.S. army. Men, fire at the Hailstorm when ready, the party is over but the fun has just begun.” At that the Bermuda let loose all its cannons at the Hailstorm and the Hellfire.

  “This is Commander Lenard to H.Q., do you read H.Q.?”

  “This is U.S. army H.Q.; go ahead Lenard, did you capture the Bermuda?” Lenard heard his radio crackle back in response.

  “Yes, sir, I’m using it right now to take down the U.N.S. Hailstorm and Hellfire. Send reinforcement to current sector as soon as possible, repeat, as soon as possible, we got two boys down on a friendly planet and all our men up in the sky, beware, the U.S.S. Sailfish had a traitor aboard and is in current possession of all systems.”

  “Say that again, Lenard, did we hear you say a traitor on the Sailfish?”

  “Yes, sir, that’s what I said. Please send us a few cruiser class battleships quickly!”

  “We read you, Lenard, we’ll be sending a few troops your way, just send us a beacon so we know where you are.”

  “Right away, sir, this is Lenard out.” As Lenard ran from the radio, an explosion caught him off guard and knocked him down to the lower deck along with burning ruble. He stood up and charged off to the main deck, where as he had been in his quarters when he was talking to the two other Admirals. Lenard ran towards the ships transportation shaft, only to find it broken down in flames.

  “Eridanus, find me a way to main deck!”

  “Aye, sir, bringing up the ship’s lay out on screen and plotting best alternative route to main deck.” Lenard’s A.I. replied.  After a matter of seconds his A.I. spoke again. “Follow the directional beacon on screen.” Lenard ran after the blue beacon that appeared on his less able version of the H.U.D. that he had on his small flip down visor. He ran up several stairs and came to the big doors of the main deck. The doors weren’t automatically opening, and several pieces of flaming ruble were in front of it. Lenard kicked and shoved the ruble to one side and slowly pried the doors open with all his might. The doors creaked open, then jammed in place. The dedicated crew members were still inside typing away on their stations.

  “Defensive manager, what status do our shields have?”

  “Both of our shields are dead, we are currently trying to charge them up.”

  “Activate armor lock of the ship if you can!”

  “Aye sir, we’ll try!” Lenard ran up to his station.

  “Sir, we have an incoming heat beam! I don’t think our shields can take that kind of beating no matter how quickly we can throw them up!” The secondary defensive manager shouted to Lenard.

  “Throw up as strong of a shield as you can in the time we have!” Lenard said as he turned the beacon’s dial to U.S. standard frequency and activated it. The beacon’s main crystal light up as it started to issue forth a beam. Suddenly the ship shook as the foretold beam struck them. “Try to hold that beam for a few more seconds, we need H.Q. to send us some men and we need to confirm location to them! Quick, where are we in this place?”

  “We are N-23, E-54, Z-43, Y-24, X-87, sir!”

  “Thank you Navigator, now we wait. Battle Systems manager, how are we fairing?”

  “All cannons are blasting at full power every 2.34 seconds, sir! The Hailstorm’s shield generator was down in the first place so we have been making direct hits each time, the Hellfire has brought itself about and is firing from the other side, its shields are down and we are making damages!”

  “Try to raise firing speed to at least 1.5 seconds at full power; I want to lay as much damage as possible.” Suddenly the ship shook again.

  “Sir, two direct hits to our hull, the engine room just rang and said we are approaching maximum amount of safe heating, we are approaching full overheating at a very rapid pace!” The Engineering manager shouted to Lenard.

  “Launch some pods at them; I want inside ship support now!”

  “Aye, sir, ten pods ready to launch… now!” At that a flare of energy was seems from the monitors as five went to one ship and five to the other.

  “Slow firing speed to 5 second intervals; make sure to miss the pods we’ve launched!”

  “Sir, two pods have been shot down by the Hellfire.”

   “Maintain 5 second interval speed of fire!” Suddenly the ship shook once more.

  “Sir, they’ve breached the side of our ship!”

  “Throw up atmospheric shields on all breaches of the ship. Make us air tight once more.”

  “Yes, sir, I’m starting up on the shielding process at once!”

  “Engineering manager, start up the electromagnetic joiners of this ship, keep us together!”

  “Aye, sir, I’m starting that up.”

  “Shields manager, what is the status of those shields?”

  “The one shield we threw up earlier is at five percent, the second one is at fifty seven percent and slowly rising.”

  “Throw up the second shield when it reaches sixty percent and the next one when the second dies out! Keep us safe man!”

  “Aye sir, I’m on it.”

  “Weapons manager, charge up one row on each side of our ship to overloaded status and let loose at those guys!” Suddenly the ships shook even more violently then it had before.

  “Sir, they took out our booster systems, we’re dead in the water.”

  “Fire the two ion cannons at the Hailstorm; she has the most men to worry about! Aim for the main deck and engine systems, if they are nearing fixing them we want to stop them and put them back a while! When they cool down enough, then fire at the Hellfire’s battle systems and engines we need her dead in the water as the Hailstorm!”

  “Aye sir, the ion cannons are locking on and firing and will fire again when minimal cooling has occurred, estimate time is 10 seconds after blast is clear of cannons!” Lenard heard his radio crackling a little as a message came through.

  “Lenard, is your ship within N-23, E-54, Z-43, Y-24, X-87 and N-27, E-59, Z-52, Y-30, and X-95?”

  “Yes, yes that is us, send troops quickly; we’re in a losing battle here!”

  “We’re sending troops as quickly as possible, how long can you hold together?”

  “Engineer, what’s our answer!”

  “At most we can make it around 2 minutes, and if we get extremely lucky maybe five!”

  “Did you get that, H.Q.?”

  “Yes, and our minimal time would be ten minutes, just do as much damage for as long as possible, over and out.”

  “Alright man, you heard them, let’s start hitting hard. I want every capable warrior who isn’t already in battle stations in pods and on those two ships stat!” Suddenly a voice boomed across the intercom of the ship.

  ‘All units not currently in battle stations go to drop pods for launching by order of Captain Lenard, repeat, all troops not currently at battle stations go to drop pods for launching.’

  “Sir, shield reached sixty percent and now is up, second shield is reaching twenty-five percent.” The Shield manger said.

   “Good job, let’s keep it up!”

  “Sir, we got, five missiles inbound!”

  “What type are they?”

  “They appear to be ballistic\shrapnel class.”

  “Fire the electromagnet cannon; redirect those missiles at the Hellfire if you can!” The Battle systems manager nodded and got to work. Suddenly the ship shook, and instead of stopping after a while it continued. “What’s happening out there?”

  “We’re getting hit by a concentrated beam coming from the Hailstorm, sir.”

  “Shield manager, what is the status of our first and second shields?”

  “The first it’s falling passed twenty and the second is at fifty-two and rising, sir.”

  “Throw up the second one and continue to charge it as much as you can, I don’t want that beam hitting us!”

  “Understood sir, I’m putting up the secondary shield and charging it for impact in… 5…4…3…!”

  “Sir, our pods have reached their targets, ten on the Hailstorm and fifteen on the Hellfire!” Suddenly the ship shook again as the impact that the first shield was taking was given to the second shield.

  “Weapon systems manager; are the ion cannons ready for another round?”

  “Yes sir, they are fully cooled down and ready for another round of shooting.”

  “Fire at the Hailstorm’s concentration cannon and engine again, I want their power cut off along with that beam!”

  “Yes, sir, I’m firing now!”

  “When the cannons reach minimal cooling launch the beams at the Hellfire’s and the Hailstorm’s booster systems, I want them even more hopeless than they are now.”

  “Aye sir, first shots released and cooling down for second round of firing, also the beam cannon was destroyed and won’t be firing for a while.”

  “Does this ship have a docking bay and minor ships?”

  “No sir, it only has ten simple ballistic missiles and two nukes.”

  “Fire five of normal missiles at each ship’s side and send those nukes behind those missiles, I want maximum damage.” Suddenly the captain’s radio went off again.

  “We are two minutes from estimated arrival, what is your status, captain?”

  “Engineer, how long do you think we have?”

  “Two minutes sir and that is a great stretch.”

“Do you copy H.Q.? We have two minutes of expected fighting left in this ship.”

  “Understood, Captain, we’ll try to be there in time. This is H.Q. out.”

  “Men, it looks like we’re going to make it, keep it up!” Suddenly a loud boom was heard, but the battle systems said the missiles were yet to leave the ship’s energy fields.

  “Sir, we have ten light U.N. cruisers coming from the port side! What is our course of action, sir?”

  “Redirect the ten smaller missiles to intercept them, let the nukes have the other two ships.”

  “Sir, their firing at us, our shields can’t take it!”

  “”Then bid them a farewell with a massacre beam, Weapons manager. It has been my greatest honor serving with all of you.” The captain said as he removed his helmet and lowered his head. The ship slowly began to shake as ruble fell and holes formed into spaces, quickly sealed by atmospheric expansions. The shields slowly gave out as the enemies’ firing continued unrelentingly. Slowly the crew members were either killed by being sucked into space or being hit directly by lazars. The missiles hit their targets, but the ten new ships withstood the force with only damage to their shields, while as the Hailstorm was left with a great chunk missing from it, while the Hellfire was never to be seen again. The massacre beam met its targets and jumped from one ship to the next as the voltage zapped through each shield and into the ships themselves. Two of the ship crashed in the chaos, destroying both ships, while three others were now disabled. Suddenly a fleet of U.S. ships flooded into the battle field in a blaze of lazars and missiles, destroying five of the remaining ships, leaving only two heavily damaged ones and one disabled one. Suddenly a ship twice the size of the Hailstorm came through the teleportation sequence with bold letters on the side reading ‘U.N.S. Brimstone’, the crown jewel of the U.N. had been released into the fight. The Twenty U.S. ships began firing, quickly destroying the three ships left from the original ten of the U.N. little cruiser fleet.

  The U.N.S. Brimstone quickly was able to destroy seven of the U.S. fleet with very little damage on its third shield among its total of five. The U.S. Fleet eventually was able to deactivate the Brimstone’s shields and begin direct firing and launching drop pods directly inside. All this time the Hailstorm was being repaired by Brimstone crews that were able to completely repair it before the Brimstone was destroyed. The Brimstone was destroyed, but was able to destroy the American fleet until two very heavily damaged crafts were left, which were quickly destroyed by the Hailstorm.

  “Admiral Sandusky, the U.S. ships were able to send one last message to their H.Q., and we were able to catch the response which was as follows, ‘we will be sending a cruiser in two weeks, we are currently stocking it up for battle.’ What is our course of action, sir?”

  “We must send a drop base pod down to the planet, even if we can’t convince them, we can attack them better from there.”

  “Aye sir, I’ll have the drop pod base ready for departure. Who will take part in the launch, sir?”

  “Vice Admiral Genjalkrahd will assign the troops, including himself.”

  “Yes sir, I’ll inform him right away. He is the Gohoritykah Vise Admiral, correct?”

  “Indeed he is, now go before my patience runs out for your sake.” With that the human recruit charged off towards Genjalkrahd’s station.

  My radio set crackled inside my helmet as vague signals were passed to and fro. I made out the words ‘traitor’ and ‘sailfish’ I guessed that meant there might be a traitor on board the Sailfish, and inside job for the U.N., but the more I thought on that, the more I disregarded it a impossible. Max and I were completely loyal to the U.S. army, even though I had my differences with their methods. Henslowe was too cheery to be a rough and tumble U.N. man and Zimmerman had been in the infant trainee with me. And Sanchez, well, Sanchez had been in the army since the start and had been in every mission possible and had been noted for taking down a good number of U.N. men and women, and saving the lives of many U.S. soldiers in so doing. Our entire team was rock solid U.S. army men.

  “Hey, Twilight, I didn’t know that Luna arranged a special nighttime show.” With that we all looked out to the night sky. To any casual observer it might appear to be a firework show or maybe a very rare supernova event, but to a trained military as Max and I, it was a war.

  “Luna had no plans for this, I assure you.” I said bluntly.

  “How can you be sure, you’re relatively new here and all.” Spike said to me.

  “Because that isn’t a light show that she would want anytime of the year in any sections of the universe. That is the sign of an inter-space combat. We’re witnessing a battle that I wish never to happen.”

  “Shouldn’t we be concerned, taking cover in fact?” Twilight asked warily.

  “No, they’re far away enough that nothing is likely to come here, shrapnel or otherwise. But let’s just hope our troops end up on top.” all of the other nodded as we all continued to gaze out into the battlefield in the middle of space.