“So... anyone of you from Montreal?” the commander asked both the executor and hydralisk. “Anyone forgetting 'bout us?” asked a medic.

The three leaders looked towards the escort and stared at them curiously. The commander perked up and took a step towards them “Oh! Go and ask the corporal to send in the SCVs to build an outpost, ask him to make a scan for any mineral and vespene gas and build the bases there.” they all nodded and went back inside the dropship.

“So any of you from Montreal?”

“Nah, I’m from Chicago.” said the executor.

“I’m from Vancouver.” the commander smiled at the hydralisk before glaring at both of them. “Did your names used to be Jonathan and Jack?!”

They both recoiled and look at each other and hugged together. “Michael?!” they both said in unision. The commander nodded angrily and tapped his foot on the ground. “You both forgot about our 1v1v1!”

“Uhhh.....” they both looked at each other and rubbed their backs sheepishly. “Well, we were transported here so I guess that counts as an excuse.”

The commander glared at the hydralisk making him back away. “Now that we are here, and since we cannot do our 1v1v1 anymore, how about we head over to Canterlot?”

“How would you want to go to that hell hole! Celestia hates my guts and probably doesn’t know that you guys exist!” the hydralisk protested, shivering and sweating.

“What could possibly go wrong?” said the executor, making the already frightened hydralisk shake more. “Nah, dude! I have bad memories baaaad memories!”

The executor raised an eyebrow and stared at the hydralisk “The only bad memories is you fainting from your own stench, cowering from a dragon and insulting him and not to mention getting inside the dining room uninvited!”

“I go where I please, executor” the hydralisk made a mock salute and did a raspberry at the executor. The executor sighed of defeat and gave up. “Let’s just go to Canterlot and hope that whoever said bitch was not Celestia but Twilight and the flying earth pony was flung by the cutie mark crusaders...”

The hydralisk and commander nodded and set a course to Canterlot. “Let’s just get this over with...” sighed the hydralisk, making the executor smile sadistically. “I will have fun tormenting him in Celestia’s presence!”

The trip to Canterlot was fun in brony term. The hydralisk and executor both informed the commander about getting a name from princess Luna and the mane six. The commander agreed and talked about his battlecruiser stationed in space.

The executor didn’t mind and asked the hydralisk of any means of galactic transportation. “I still have to ask Lero about morphing a Leviathan, but Herec says that I can create a more durable one if I let him.”

“Alright girls, Canterlot is in sight. Prepare your daily dosage of ponies.” said the hydralisk jokingly. The commander and executor glared at him. He shied away and resumed slithering in shame.

The commander and executor both stopped after realizing something. “Zergy, why didn’t you summon a nydus worm to bring us faster to Canterlot?”. The hydralisk turned back towards them and raised an eyebrow “You never asked if you guys wanted a ride.”

The commander and executor glared at him and started to sprint towards Canterlot. “Hey wait up!” the hydralisk shouted, morphing quickly into a zergling and catching up with the two running humanoids.

The guards stationed at the gate stared at the three creatures sprinting towards them. A guard panicked and sounded the alarm. Everypony in the vicinity ran inside homes, stores, bars and political buildings.

The lunar guards that were stationed there shrugged and opened the gates. The royal guards and solar guards stared at the lunar guards that opened the gates for the three creatures making them panic further.

The lunar guards raised an eyebrow and stared at the panicking ponies. “Bunch of pussies...” muttered one them, making the others nod and continued to patrol the Canterlot walls.

The executor, commander and zergling smiled at the gate opening before them, and finding the guards panicking and ordering in disarray. The lunar guards that saw them merely waved, which they returned happily.

Shining Armor then appeared on the wall and stared unamused at the three sprinting creatures. He shrugged and left the royal guards and solar guards without their captain and left them in disarray. “The princesses always forget to inform the public and the guard about these sort of things...” Shining Armor sighed and trotted towards his office and sat at his desk. “Better prepare for the complaints and danger report from the guards and nobles. To Tartarus explaining this to the populace, let the princesses get this over with before I lose my mind!”

“I win! You guys owe me ten bits each!” the zergling smiled happily, making the two humanoids groan in defeat. “Hurry up! I want to be sent to the moon sooner than later...” he stated darkly.

The commander shrugged and headed towards the insectoid. The executor smiled sadistically before joining them.

The trip was more or less, uneventful. Nothing was on the streets of Canterlot, except for a few lunar guards and abandoned stalls. The zergling turns back into a hydralisk and slithers with the two humanoids towards the castle gates. The gate was, thankfully, guarded by the lunar guards.

The entourage smiles at them, being the only guard corp that didn’t fear them and being the only un-ignorant bunch. The zerg and protoss both recognized some and waved at them. The patrol waved and continued on.

“Here to see the princesses?” said the mare guard, unphased by the new arrival. “Who’s the new lad?” said the stallion, pointing towards the commander. The hydralisk and executor look towards the commander, and gesturing him to answer. “I’m the commander of the Terrans currently stationed here, and these sorry-excuses of leaders are my “brothers”.”

The hydralisk and executor shift nervously, they turn their gaze towards the mountain and whistles innocently. The guards stare quizzically at the three humanoids, not finding the skit funny. “We’ll just let you in... Glad to have you guys back, Celestia just woke up!” the mare said gladly, making the hydralisk’s spine shiver.

“Like I said before, “let’s get this over with...” he grumbled and met his faith.

The others got in just fine, while the executor smiled mischievously. “This is going to become a fun day, indeed.”

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The castle was, better than ever. It still had the same tapestry, same old pottery and other castle-y thingies. They were all happily trotting towards Celestia’s quarters, minus “zergy”.

A familiar sound was heard in the corridors of Canterlot castle, and hearing a few screams and stuff falling. The hydralisk had a deadpan look, while the commander and executor were both looking at him nervously. “Seriously?” he started nonchalantly, “Benny-freaking-Hill?” he stated, making the two humanoids both nod in unison.

“If I was a stupid moron, I would have easily think this was a Scooby Doo skit.” He started to walked in the general direction of the “disturbance”, but it wasn’t as though somepony would just barge in and tell them what wa-

A lavender alicorn, resembling a little like Twilight, ran past the three “morons”. Hydralisk had the biggest look on his insectoid face, the commander was wide eyed and the executor was making a failed jaw expression. “HELP! SOMEPONY, ANYPONY!” she shouted, “Yep, definitely Twilight.”. The two first arrivals both faint, the hydralisk drooling and the executor falling face first.

The commander was just staring at the two comical “comedians” and expected Jeff Dunham making a snarky comment, and fail miserably. But, alas it didn’t came.

The “creature” that was chasing the lavender mare, was an alabaster alicorn slightly taller than said mare and slightly more built. She was holding what appeared to be a bag of some sort, with a banana surrounded by a circle with a few snarky comments inside. It wasn’t as impressive as a Dollarama bag, but at least it was a bag.

The lavender mare was visibly sweating, the corpse of an unconscious moon princess was sprawled out in the dining room. The commander was the only sane person in said room, and was visibly losing the battle to hug one pony. “Even if it’s Blueblood, please let me hug somepony!” he was struggling, even letting the snobbish snobby of the universe to even consider to hug.

At least he can hug somepony, he would take the mane six over Blueblood anyday, Fancy Pants if he had to do a noble challenge. It wasn’t a battle of what to hug or what-not to hug, it was a battle of who can wake up first, the hydralisk or the psychic executor?

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The hydralisk was the first to wake up, he was gasping, surprisingly; it was a deep and exasperated kind of gasping. He wanted to find out how the lavender book worm turned into an alicorn in the period of three weeks. He didn’t even have the time to watch season 3! The executor got up moments later, but was a bit calmer and a bit angry, he too wanted to know how a lavender adorkable mare got turned into a princess while he, and the other entourage, was out having the discussion of their lives about who will become the next ten million bits winner.

Alas, the hydralisk was pale, his colored changed, and was struggling not to run for his insectoid life. The white alicorn was still busy chasing the mare for some reasons, and without the help and “guidance” of Luna, who was currently drooling, to prevent a certain “mare” from killing him. But all the hydralisk could do was make a snarky comment “So, who was the one to wake up the sprawled up princess?” that got the princess to wake up.

“I’m not drunk, nor am I drugged!” she shouted, eyes widen. She was blushing when she saw the hydralisk on the ground, holding his serpentine stomach with his claws. Said larvae excuse gets up, and tries to make a dramatic pose with his serpentine body and poor actor skills “I WANTED TO HAVE CHILDREN!”

“YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ONE YOU DOPE, YOU’RE AN INSECT AND A SORRY EXPLANATION FOR HUMANITY!” shouted a certain “somepony” from afar.

“I TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT!” shouted the “sorry excuse of humanity”.

The hydralisk “walks” to the nearby infirmary, firstly: to heal himself, secondly: to find some hot nurse mares. “I hope I don’t find milk mare here...” finding nothing to do for his “long” trip to the infirmary, hydralisk one decides to look at the “scenery”. Finding everything poosh and boorish, he decides to call upon a great evil and funny man to the area. “OH GREAT DISCORD, I SUMMON THEE FOR I HAVE AN UNKEMPT MANE. OH ALMIGHTY ONE, PLEASE MAKE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE BE KNOWN!”

After five minutes of wait, the summon failed, and an anchor fails on the unlucky mare. Zergy had transformed into a mare, in mere nanoseconds and was now sprawled, bloody, with a beautiful nurse outfit, hat and all, and a nice blond touch.

“WHY ME!” his entire shenanigans was now left untouched by a blank looking Luna, that was watching his weird dream from her nice comfy “poison” floor. “I would have think that his mind would be full of master plans, bloodlust and have a big warmonger brain....”

Princess Luna, armed with her new found knowledge, continues to drink the poison of the world: Alcohol...

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait, I had this slight thing called "No motivation" thanks to the upcoming exams, and my lack of not finding a good story. Hope this sorry excuse of a story helps y'all get an understand of why zergs are best races, and protoss and terran are both stooped.