//-------------------------------------------------------// Xero's After-the-Final Fight -by The P Co- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// I think my "Blood" is going through my "Wires" //-------------------------------------------------------// I think my "Blood" is going through my "Wires" "I, who... who are you? WHAT are you? And why are you so rude?" Twilight was astonished at this strange creature, with his normal-enough stature, raymanian appearance, and vulgar greeting. "Okay, listen, I'll answer all of your questions, may I take a seat?" Xero asked, much more polite sounding. "Um, sure, you can just, sit on the couch." Twilight stammered, this being was confusing, probably bi-polar. Xero took a seat on the couch and laid across it, stretching and giving a satisfied sigh. Twilight left the room for a second to get some quills and paper. The black-and-white haired man looked through his equipment. Joy Colt double-barrel .500SW magnum revolver, Bloodwire razor-whip gauntlets, the Aeroblade information, the actual thing was missing. 1 APS, and that was it, his ammo box had enough ammo for as long as he would need, something else was there, something big, he couldn't focus on it, but it was there. Twilight returned to the room with a few scrolls, a well of ink, and a quill. "You ponies don't even have pens or pencils?" Xero asked in disbelief, he wasn't sure on the history of technology, but he knew the internal-well pens were widely accepted after they were proven to work, he used them so often when writing down cheat-codes for video games or practicing his kanjis for his always-planned-never-enacted vacation to Japan. "A what?" Twilight was minorly confused, was this 'pen' a piece of technology, what was he comparing it to, the fireplace? The couch? The quill? "A pen, it's a writing utensil, like a quill and pot but the pot is condensed down inside the quill, and only writes when enough pressure is on the tip of the quill." Xero explained, he only had a vague knowledge of such menial things. "Okay, um, right, I still need you to answer some basic questions." Twilight got the conversation back on track. "Sure, ask away." Xero accepted. "Okay, well, for starters, what's your name? my name is Twilight, by the way, Twilight Sparkle." Twilight began. "Xero, X-e-r-o, no last name, I wasn't given one, my real name is lost, so I just go by the one they gave me, Xero, again, X-e-r-o." the man answered. "Who are 'they'?" Twilight prodded. "MBORF, dangerous people, humans, like me, I'm a human, h-u-m-a-n, anyways, they put machinery in my body, and I've worked for them for 2 years, but then I got into some trouble, had to kill an alien that our rival possessed, my friend Omega took charge with the killing part, he's a great guy, don't get me wrong, I hate his guts and I'm not gay, back to my story, so, we attacked MBORF's enemy, Bio. Int., and killed them all, no survivors, I'm a master of speed and agility, perception and dexterity, blades and plenty strong too. Don't worry though, I don't hurt those who don't deserve it, I don't do wrong to those who haven't done wrong, I'm a disciplined ninja, I fight for honor, and if the enemy is really bad? For fun. It's just what I do, what I've done, what I'm going to do, I'm tired of running, and this place is peaceful enough, I'm going to stay here, no protests. I'm not going to take no for an answer, I'll kill to get some peace of mind." Xero ranted. Twilight was furiously taking notes, she was growing unsure of Xero's mental health, but from a psychiatric look, he was just deeply traumatized by a life of violence. A few hours of Q&A went by, Xero cut the chatter all of a sudden. "Can I stay here in this library for the night?" Xero suddenly asked. "Huh? Is it nighttime already?" Twilight querried, one look out the window answered her. It was indeed nighttime. "Huh, would you look at that, to answer your question, sure, just don't break or damage anything." Twilight laid down the rule. "Don't worry, I'm careful, all I need is a blanket and a pillow, if you have one?" Xero assured. "Yeah, I have some spares in the linen's closet, let me just go get those." Twilight responded, getting up from her seat and heading to retrieve the items in demand. Xero looked up at the ceiling, amusing himself with the patterns that the grain of the wood made, tracing the lines in and out and all around, Twilight returned after a minute. "Here you go, get well and rested, tomorrow I need to introduce you to the rest of Ponyville." Twilight informed. "Yeah yeah, alright, I'm snoozin', I'm snoozin'." Xero dismissed, his youthful body fueled his mind in excess, his young asshole self was coming through a lot more than he would like. "Right, goodnight." Twilight said to her blue-clad guest. *snore* Xero responded. The pair slept soundly. <> Xero awoke to the sound of hooves on hard wood, he shot up to look around, he found Twilight trotting down the stairs. "Good morning Twilight." he greeted the lavender mare. "Hm? Oh, good morning Xero, how'd you sleep?" Twilight greeted, Xero's more positive attitude cheered her up. "Like a rock, to be honest, this couch is really fuckin' comfortable, I'll have to get my own, when I get my own house." Xero replied. "Taking initiative already? Good to know you're a hard worker." Twilight complimented. "Yeah, I once charged into the middle of a crowd of deadly black and white mutants to save my friend who almost died, and not even 10 seconds later, did die, luckily he blew himself up to kill most of the mutants." Xero revealed. "I, I don't know what to do with this information..." Twilight was confused. "Put it in a jar and save it for a rainy day." Xero joked, he got up, stretched, and laughed. "You're a very strange stallion, Xero, you know that?" Twilight giggled as she entered the kitchen to make breakfast. "Asterisk Man." Xero corrected. "What?" Twilight was confused again. "I mean the little symbol, like a, like a... *, like that, I'm a man, not a stallion, different term for a different species." Xero explained. "You amuse me as much as you confuse me." Twilight replied. "That was a rhyme, time to kill yourself." Xero suddenly said. "Yeah, wait, WHAT!?" Twilight responded, horrified. Xero merely poked her in the neck and laughed. "It's an old joke my squad had, we hated rhyming, so any time one of use rhymed unintentionally while speaking, we would say 'I just rhymed, time to kill myself.' and then the one who did it would poke themselves in the neck and say 'done', then we would move on with our conversation." Xero explained to dark activity. "That's a little bit, sick, don't you think?" Twilight was, through the power of mental will, both making breakfast and talking to Xero. "Not if you REALLY hate rhyming." Xero justified poorly. "Uh huh, right, oh, look at that, breakfast is ready." Twilight informed, levitating a pair of plates and piling them with food. "Alright, I'm so hungry, I could.... never mind." Xero caught himself before finishing the practically ancient saying. "Right, well, dig in." Twilight said, ignoring Xero's sudden bout of awkwardness. Xero picked up the fork in front of him and looked at the food on his plate. It was some sort of fried hay and strange oat stuff, with bits of apple mixed in. "What the fuck? This looks like some kinda fancy horsssse feeeeeee.........." Xero trailed off, looking at his host, who ate the meal happily. He facepalmed, of COURSE it was like fancy horse feed, it was made by a FUCKING HORSE! "I think we have a dilemma here." he interrupted Twilight's chewing. "Whas zat?" she said with her mouth full. "Welllll........" Xero explained one part of humans he had forgotten about last night. Their diet. <> Twilight sat there in shock at the information she was presented with. She, unlike before, completely feared the man in front of her. He had explained how humans are omnivores, it was in their nature to kill animals and eat them. From the information he had given her last night, on his planet, there weren't ponies, but a species of equines that were just that, animals, and people, in some countries, ate them for food. She feared death instinctually, it was a universal fear, but she REALLY feared being killed and eaten, that was something she did NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, want to happen. He could do it, right now, he could kill her, roast her body, and eat it, and nopony would be the wiser until it was far too late, he could go at Mach 3 speeds, or so he claimed, if he was telling the truth, he could be long gone before anypony found her remains or even thought to look for her. But he didn't, Xero merely stared at her. "I'm just going to ask for some pancakes, if that's okay. Maybe some peanut butter or jelly too? Maybe both? Ponies do have dairy products and refineries, don't they? From cows and various plants, right? You told me a lot about the cooking stuff that ponies do, I don't want to be a burden, I'm just asking for something that my body can properly digest, y'know, without me vomiting or shitting myself? There are plants that give protein, right? I could use a temporary alternative to meat, y'know." Xero asked awkwardly. "Right, sure, I'll get right on that." Twilight happily accepted, she felt almost breathless at the relief, Xero was not going to kill and eat her, granted, he was going to kill and eat something else, but that was later. Having a proper breakfast, Xero joined Twilight in going outside and introducing him to the townsfolks. Hopefully it would be easy. Hopefully <> Nopony flipped their shit, that was a plus. They didn't even so much as freak out, that was a HUGE plus. In fact, they were more curious than fearful, and Xero laughed at the cute expressions of curiousity the ponies had. Xero suddenly lashed out. Pinkie Pie was stopped mid-air, a mere inch from Xero's hard metal shoe, everypony gasped. "Don't, fucking, sneak up, on me." he warned the now scared pink mare. "You don't like surprises?" she asked, eyes watering. "No, no I don't, me and surprises have a history, and it isn't pretty." Xero assured. "Oh, I understand, not everypony likes surprises, but your not a pony now are you? What are you anyways?" Pinkie asked. "I'm a human, h-u-m-a-n, I stand on 2 legs and some say that humans evolved from an ancient species that split off into 2 branches, one branch became monkeys, the other became humans. That's how the story goes." Xero explained "Don't worry, don't try to tackle me and I won't bash your skull in." Xero assured poorly. "Ha, okay, so, well, I have to go, byeee." Pinkie lilted as she jumped into the air, stopped mid jump, and zoomed off. Xero didn't really care about what just happened. Moving quickly away from the site, a massive crowd of ponies followed the pair. Xero found himself on a stage, he apparently was expected to give an introductory speech. He would nail this. <> He did not nail it. His expectations were to have everyone in Ponyville adore him, his fluctuating testosterone levels from his youth-regained body gave him a case of Tourettes, the best he could hope for was positive feelings and a sense of safety. It would have to do. The crowd cleared out, leaving only 1 pony. Rainbow Dash. "So, what's up, your Zero huh?" Dash greeted the 6 foot tall man. "No, I'm Xero, not Zero, you have it wrong, it's X-e-r-o, not Z-e-r-o." Xero corrected. "Right, hey, you say you're a speed-demon huh?" Dash questioned, her tone was mocking. "Yeah? What about it?" Xero challenged. "Well, some ponies say I have a habit of making stupid bets, I do, I have a house up in the sky, if you can beat me there, I'll let you crash at my place for as long as you want." Dash proposed. "You're on, my little host." Xero accepted the challenge with gusto. Dash got into racing position, Xero followed suit. The 2 were off like thunder and lightning. It was a victory by a long-shot. <> The Ji-bine circuits were fully functional, Xero could walk and stuff on water, and therefore, walk and stuff on clouds. He won the race in 9 seconds flat. Rainbow Dash arrived several seconds later. "Huh? How did you....? I didn't see you....? How did you get here so fast without me seeing you?" Dash sputtered. "I'm a ninja, even in broad daylight you can't see me speeding around, until it's too late, and sometimes not even then." Xero explained. "I didn't think ninjas were real." Dash doubted. "Well I didn't think magical talking ponies were real either, and look how far we've come since then." Xero could feel his Tourettes flaring up. Right, well, nice, listen though, I'm just going to give you a tour of the house for right now." Dash got the conversation back on track. "Alright then, let's see this humble abode you've got." the 6 foot tall man accepted. It was a nice place, living room, connecting kitchen, closet, stairs up, hallway, guest room, RD's room, closet, bathroom, indistiguished room times 3, the place was lit by strange devices, a crystal with lightning in it. It was a god-damned MAGICAL LIGHTBULB "Nice place you got here." Xero complimented. "Yeah, I put a lot of work into it." RD replied as she flew to a section of wall and began to pry it open. She opened up a decent sized hole and began to squeeze through it. Whilst she was squirming through the hole in the wall, the obvious solution would be to make said hole bigger, Xero was entranced by the sight. He KNEW that it was a rudimentary exit, but it was like she WANTED him to see her....... mare parts. Blushing a bit at the deprevity, he had a gained sense of 'give women their privacy' while raising Enid, granted, it was easier then because they lived in the fucking RUINS OF NEW YORK, but Xero still stared. He approached her silently, like he always was, and gave her a small but powerful push, forcing her through. "Oof, ugh, thanks." Rainbow Dash responded. "Wouldn't it be easier to use the door?" Xero suggested. "Yeah, but I need to practice escaping for when ponies I don't want to meet are at my door." Dash explained. "I see, well, try to make the hole bigger next time, you're not as small as you think." Xero internally chastised himself, his statement was like a nicer way of saying she was fat. "Oh yeah? What about you? You're literally, like, twice my hieght." Dash didn't get offended, she just went to insulting him back. Xero had a thought, these ponies, not even Twilight, knew about the culture of Earth, so he could make up bullshit to make himself look awesome. "Well, in my culture, taller men are seen as 'studs', AND they possess the most experience in all areas, so I'm a universal professional, and men who can run fast are also the smartest and most genetically superior, people who prefer blue or red are sexually superior to those who prefer other colors, it's all in my culture, on Earth." Xero was making this shit up, practically talking directly out of his ass, but RD believed every word of it. "W-w-well th-then, I need to go." Dash shuddered at the thoughts running through her head. Xero was mysterious, and powerful, if what he said was true, but he hadn't given any reason to doubt him, just slap him upside the head for being rude all the time. "What? You have a job or something?" Xero querried, he truly had no idea about anything in Equestria outside of what he was told. "As the weather team captain, yeah, but I'm working on a new flying stunt and I need Applejack's help with it, I trust you can stay here by yourself, just don't break anything, and don't go into my room." RD informed, she flew away. "Alright then, see ya later!" Xero shouted to the departing mare. He closed the hole in the wall and looked back down the hallway. Thanking his Ji-bine circuits for allowing him to walk on clouds and water, he walked down the hallway and into the guest room. It was pretty standard, a bed, a window with ice for glass, lightning-crystal-magical-lightbulb lighting, a closet, it was nice. Marking a waypoint with a waypoint device, for some reason there was a satellite orbiting this planet, 1 sattelite, with no functional demands, he hacked into it and set his waypoint, it would create a beacon of light, one that only he could see, and it would tell him where RD's house was. Shitting on 1 of the 2 rules that Rainbow set, he entered her room, it was full of memorobilia, paraphernalia, and other big words from a group called the Wonderbolts, the gist of it, at least what he could grasp, was that they were like the Blue Angels, but ponies. He marveled at the sight, there were posters, pictures, and even paintings covering almost every square inch of the walls and even the ceiling, the only spot that was untouched held a WB clock. He gaped at it, the bed, the walls, the CEILING, a nightstand, she had DOLLS AND SHIT, it was like an obsession that skipped over fetish and went right to skeleton-in-the-closet. Leaving the room, he adjusted the Satanic Visor, his precious mask, named so because it amplified his vision to 666/20, more than 33 times better than average, slid his armor/armour-weave shirt into place, armor/armour-weave was a wonder material, soft like cotton, but 5 times stronger than kevlar, and the weight of wool, his whole suit weighed about 20 kilograms, visor, boots, and all. With his attire situated, he jetted off back to town, silently crossing the sky. Silence was his passion, besides swords, and video games, and hating Omega, he had a lot of passions, okay? He needed some new clothes. <> Entering Carousal Boutique, after first asking the necessary questions to first know it existed and then FINDING the place, Xero looked around. "Ugh, fabulousness, makes me sick." the grey skinned man complained, finding a counter-bell ringer thingy, he loved these things, and rang it. *RING RING RING RING RING RING RING RING FUCKING RING PAY ATTENTION TO MY RINGING RING RING RING MOTHERFUCKER RING RING RING THAT SHIT RING RING RING RING RING RING LELELE RING BITCH RING* His hand was telekinetically removed from the bell. "I heard you the first 3 times, darling" Rarity informed tersely, taking the bell and teleporting it somewhere else. "I figured as much, I need some clothes, all I have is armor." Xero requested. "Well, if Twilight tells the truth, and I know she does, your Xero, that human guy that literally fell into Equestria yesterday. I'd be happy to provide you with some clothes, if you have the money." Rarity would have given them for free, but Xero had thoroughly pissed her off with his aggravating tendencies. "I do not, but I can acquire some money, I just need a job, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find one, would you?" Xero querried. "I believe the police department could use some extra sets of hooves, try there." Rarity was surprised, for his annoying actions, Xero's speech was calming. "Right, I'll just go then, see ya when I see ya." Xero gave his goodbye as he walked out of the door, planting a waypoint device so he wouldn't have to go through the agonizing process of asking for directions. "Wait, I need to ask for directions to get to the police department, ssshhiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." he complained, taking to the sky to speed up the process. This was going to be an interesting day. <> Xero had to do something he dreaded, something he would rather fight 10 Karys than do, hell, he would rather give up tea for a year than do what he had to do right now. He had to read about laws. Skimming through the pages and scanning the words, he was surprised that equish was pretty much english with a few new words, namely replacing various words like everybody or somebody to everypony or somepony, though the body words were still there, they were only used when referring to a group which contained multiple species of creatures, which may or may not include ponies. Finishing the book after several minutes of mindlessly flipping through it, he looked up at the police chief. The stallion's name was Lak Lustrous, Xero, to be honest, wasn't sure if this pony was a pony or a demon in disguise, with a death-black mane and tail, a smoky grey coat, piercing orange eyes, and a cutie mark of a black rimmed shield with a turquoise body and a golden sword glowing red next to it. "You barely read it." the gruff stallion argued. "Just give me the damn test." Xero countered, the dark stallion begrudgingly passed over the stack of papers. Xero got to work. The good thing about being a cyborg with no noticeable physical change was that you could record things in your head and bring them to mind at any time, so Xero basically cheated by recording the material beforehand, and bringing it up every time he needed information. He aced that shit. "I can't believe it, you've aced the test, well, congratulations, welcome to the force, Xero." Lak congratulated, levitating out a police badge and magically inscribing Xero's name on it. Xero snatched it out of the air when it was done. "SWEET, bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna-whatcha gonna doooo-o-ooooo." he sang as he left without any further instruction. He had a problem with authority above his own, he merely took to the streets. Equestria had a new cop on the force, and he was ready to bring down the law. All of the law, all at once, 'bring it down' as in 'tackle it and beat it to death'. He just really felt like it. He was an asshole like that. <> Armed with a notebook and a pencil, assuring the armory manager that he didn't need any other equipment, he set out to bring the law down on criminal scum. He stopped walking suddenly, he ran a bio-scan, he had been feeling off, the impact with that magical water knocked a few things loose, he would have to fix that eventually. Adjusting his stature again, he continued walking. A scream pierced the air, Xero immediately used his awareness abilities to detect the origin of the noise, reaching the site of the scream, he found a poor looking stallion with a bleeding cheek, he was crying, presumably from pain. "What happened, tell me now damnit." Xero would not stand for this, not the crime against a male thing, but the crime itself. "Some wicked mare ran past me with a knife, she cut me with it and stole my saddlebags." the pained pony explained. "What direction?" Xero demanded. "That way." the stallion pointed out, Xero immediately took off. A few seconds later he caught up to the frantically galloping criminal, he boosted past her and landed a few meters in front of her. She stopped in her tracks. "Stop right there, criminal scum, you have violated the law and will be therefore be punished, you're stolen items are now forfeit, comply with the law and you're sentence may be lightened." Xero announced. The criminal mare ran in the opposite direction. "Kiss my flank!" she taunted, running as fast as she could. Xero tackled her, Joy Colt in hand. "Wrong answer." Xero threatened. "What are ya gonna do?" the mare taunted. *SMACK* Xero had pistol-whipped her. "Give me *SMACK* the fucking bag *SMACK* or I'll keep *SMACK* doing this *SMACK*." he demanded as he assaulted her. "OW, *SMACK* stop *SMACK* please *SMACK* I give up *SMACK* I give uuuup *SMACK* that really hurts you know *SMACK*." the mare pleaded. "Of course it hurts, it's a heavy steel alloy done up in a white-gold finish, solid metal strong enough to take millions of miniature explosions, of course it FUCKING HURTS *SMACK*." Xero explained. "I give uuuuuuup." the offender whined. "Alright then, I have recovered the stolen items and the info from your I.D., this will go on record, if you are caught stealing again, or worse, you WILL be imprisoned, or worse." the blue haired man warned, putting away the Joy Colt and writing the record in his notebook. "Worse?" the criminal mare stood up now. "More beating." Xero clarified. "I'll be good, I swear!" the mare desperately assured. "We'll see what the future holds, I'll have that knife too." Xero insisted, holding out his hand. The mare anxiously hoofed it over, it was 2 knives, Xero almost froze at the sight of them. The Boomknives were special weapons, sharp enough to cut through bones, their shape based on trench knives, though much cooler looking, they had ballistic power, the blades regenerating automatically, the catch was that the blades themselves, when launched, would activate, the contained high power explosives that would detonate after a few seconds. They were deadly, Xero snatched them away and put them into his zero-space storage. "Where did you get those?" he asked, his voice calm again. "I was just looking around the Everfree forest and I found them laying on the ground, I took them, cleaned them off, and came back to town." the mare eagerly gave away the information. "Alright then, have a nice day, without breaking the law." Xero dismissed the anxious mare. She nodded eagerly and quickly cantered away. Xero sped into the sky, he had work to do. <> Searching the forest with all but a fine toothed comb, Xero had come up with 2 items. An APS, all-purpose sword, exactly what it said on the box, a sword for all purposes, cheap, durable, and expendable, he could make a copy of it later. The other was something that held value to him, the Grudge rifle, Omega's sniper rifle before dying, Xero checked the clip and, to his surprise, it was full, all 20 rounds were in it. Making a model of the bullets, he put the weapon onto his magnetic back clip, securing it into place. Searching for a few more hours came up with nothing. Exiting the forest, very much considering burning it down, Xero trudged back to Ponyville. Taking to the sky again, he headed to RD's house again, entering the door, he found her laying face up on the couch with an ice-bag covering her mane and another 2 covering her wings. "Something happen?" the tall-ish man greeted his host. "Injuries, Applejack is very dependable when she's not fighting to stay awake." Dash replied as though the answer was simple. "I see, anything else?" he asked, trying to be polite. "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, you see my saddlebag on the table there." she pointed to the bag in question, held closed by a clasp in the shape of her cutie mark. "Yeah?" Xero wasn't sure where this was going. "Bring it here." Dash had her eyes closed, she was in obvious pain. Xero grabbed the bag and brought it to the cyan mare. She reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of objects. "I found your gloves, I think their yours, at least." she said, hoofing over the gloves. The Sonic Blasters, Askad's gloves, they gave the wearer a sort of sonic boom enhanced punch and jab, Xero took them, letting the thoughts sink in, he over-rode the DNA locks and locked it to himself, gaining a set of rings and armor-like thimbles on his fingers, he could easily break someone's body with these. "Thanks, I've, uh, been looking for these, yeah." he tried to be non-chalant at the thievery he was doing, then again, it was really stealing, they were up for grabs and Xero was the first one up. "No problem, I was just flying over the Everfree Forest and I saw them, those things are really shiny, dude, might want to dull them down a bit, or a lot." Dash suggested. "Right, I'll get on that when I have the resources." Xero assured, he walked upstairs and went into the guest bedroom. He stared out of the ice-for-glass window, before he knew it, it was nighttime, and he was staring at the moon and the stars. He laid down to sleep, he could use the rest. He had a LOT of work to do. A LOT. Like, a LOT, a LOT. Like a fucking tonne of shit to do. Like a fuck-shit-stack-tonne of things to do. I'll stop now. Xero dreamed of peace, peace he was working on getting. Author's Note so sorry for delays, though from experience, I know my readers don't give a shit. Next chapter, stuff will happen. See you next time. I <3 you all, byeeeee. //-------------------------------------------------------// Technical Shizzle-Wizzle, it's tough, like life. //-------------------------------------------------------// Technical Shizzle-Wizzle, it's tough, like life. It had been a few days, Xero made plenty of money, he had stopped all crime in Ponyville, even the minor stuff, he was paid well. Settling on taking odd jobs, Xero was busy amassing a stock of money. Searching the forest, he found a really high up cave that stretched all the way down the mountain, it was full of materials to make stuff with. Starting with a basic computer setup, Xero worked for hours on the tech he had, improving it in all parameters, and generally making it better. Making the necessary machinery, Xero decided to counterfeit several million bit units in coins, using obsidian to make dark bits, which were worth 1,000,000 bit units, he was set, he always wanted to counterfeit money, now was his chance, setting up a sanitation chamber, a charging station, a Fi-Fu reactor, all the stuff he needed, he was a fast worker, quantity over quality, however, but fast all the same. He bought a house, decorating the inside with black wallpaper, marble floors with dark blue carpet, and having blue circle designs on the wallpaper, Xero decided it was time to get some clothes. Entering Carousal Boutique, the tall-ish man called out to Rarity. "Hey, I have some money, I need some new threads." he was feeling ghetto for some reason, probably unresolved issues with his technological parts. "Comiiiiiing." the fashionista chimed. "Oh, hello Xero, what a pleasure to see you here again, you've come to buy some clothes?" Rarity asked. "No, I'm here for a bottle of jack and a lap-dance, OF COURSE I'M HERE FOR CLOTHES!" Xero rebuked. "Calm down, darling, it's not that big of a deal." Rarity said. "Right, sorry, I just get angry in short, intense bursts, but yes, I'm here for clothes." the blue haired man replied. "Okay then, follow me darling." Rarity directed. Xero followed the fashionista, ready for anything. Getting measured was easy, the hard part, which made Xero want to pull his ponytail out, was the design instructions. "Just make it simple, 2 jackets, 1 black and 1 blue, a few shirts, gray, black, and blue, with a big circle in the middle, like the Japanese flag." Xero explained. "Right, the Japonese flag, just a big circle? Nothing else?" Rarity querried. "Nothing else, no weird lines, ancient runes, spells to summon the devil, rhinestones, none of that shit, just plain cloth." Xero instructed. "Right then, I'll just make those then, with such a simple design, I'll be done in less than 2 hours, you wouldn't mind waiting, would you?" Rarity questioned. "Naw, I have stuff to do anyways, I'll come back in a bit to get them." Xero assured, he still had plenty to do. Leaving without another word, Xero flew back to his mountain cave, he needed to work on some weapons, he liked weapons, and being armed, and killing things, and the sound the blood makes when it hits the ground. Starting with an upgrade to the APS, he made it out of diamonds, the mining droids found plenty, he had a few dozen in stock. The next weapon was an upgrade to the Boomknives, elongating the blades to 9 inches, an inch thick, with more powerful explosives and a larger grip. The Bloodblasters were fine. A new sword, called the Sephiroth, it was 15 feet long, 9 inches thick, made of mithril, a valuable material. The Muramasa was next, using black obsidian for an extremely sharp blade, reinforcing it with more mithril, and the handle made of diamonds wrapped in white and black leather, it was a new Slicer/Blue Shark. Getting into some serious bis-nash, he made the Catalytic lens, a gold handled lightsaber, red blade, and could shoot laser bolts with the press of a button, he was a fan of a lot of media. The Steven was a heavily serrated diamond sword, it was for sawing things. The Scorpion was a chain whip, the links were bladed, the head being that of a spear, he was on a roll now. The Masamune, made with dark-matter, it weighed 1000 pounds and could break anything it didn't cut through, it was powerful, not much else could be done with it. The Dragon Pearl, part of Xero's armor, it was a more powerful mouthpiece, by activating it, Xero could breathe poisonous fire. The most powerful weapon Xero could think of without becoming too ridiculous, The Sword of Weakness to Swords, he put magic in this one, using RPG stat physics to support it, it would exponentially damage the opponent more and more, 1 damage on first strike, and doubling with every strike that followed, with Xero's ninja skills, that could quickly reach into the hundreds, thousands, and well into the millions and billions. He based it on an Elder Scrolls item, the Poison of Weakness to Poison. The Wolverine, Xero was straight-up plagiarizing at this point, 3 adamantite blades, sharp and hard, he was having fun. The Angel Blade was next, with passive perception enhancing technology, he would permanently be faster and smarter, with a blade made of blue painted red alloy, a combination of iron, carbon, lead, titanium, copper, and bromine, and a flat made of silver painted gold alloy, which added gold, platinum, and hydrogen into the mix, it was excellent. Overcharging it would boost his speed and perception up to Mach 5. The jets on his boots got a boost in power, he rebuilt the Aeroblade and added lightning to the air-pressure slashes. The Joy Colt was outfitted with Ultima rounds, super beefed up bullets, enhanced with armor breaking, incineration, light trail, and high explosive, Omega would be proud of this creation. The Gravity Hammer, just like in Halo, same with the Plasma Pincer, just like the plasma sword in Halo, he got a lot of weapon ideas from video games. He felt he was armed enough, he had 17 weapons now, 20 if you include dual-wielding the Wolverine, the Boomknives, and the APS. Storing his weapons in a zero-space tech storage unit, a useful piece of technology, he went through the sanitation chamber, which removed everything that wasn't supposed to be there. Leaving the cave clean and smelling fresh, Xero headed back to Ponyville, as that was the only place he knew where it was. <> Landing back in the middle of town, Xero parkoured the rest of the way to Carousal Boutique, parkour was an essential skill in his arsenal of knowledge. Skidding to a halt outside of the door, the tall-ish man entered the building with suave. "Hello, am I early to pick up my clothes?" he asked to the open air, his British accent strong in his speech. "Comiiiing." Rarity said to her unseen guest, she entered, only to see Xero there. "Xero, did you scare off that fancy guest?" Rarity felt the human's passive scariness factor may have lost her a client. "I'm the only one here, I'm a fucking Englishman in case you didn't know or even notice?" Xero chastised, his accent wasn't the thickest or the most stereotypical, but it was obvious. "Oh, I had no idea, you're harsh speech masked it very well." Rarity tried to salvage positivity. "Whatever, I just came by to see if my clothes were done." Xero got the conversation back on track. "Oh yes, of course, I have them finished, they were completed a few minutes ago. Follow me darling." Rarity directed. Xero followed the fashionista into the next room, his evil and vile mind plaguing his normal thoughts, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted here, no one would survive their objection to his actions, he could reign free. He stayed nice because he liked this world the way it was. Checking the Grudge, he was planning on keeping it, the upgrade for it had it chambered in 1.00 OMG rounds, the plasma-like state of the projectiles and the bouncing off of this air mechanism would be useful, the scope could go out 50 miles, and the muzzle velocity was about 10 miles a second, this rifle was a beast. He took in the sight of his clothing, it was great. 2 jackets, just like he said, 1 was dark blue, the other 1 was black, a grey shirt with blue circle, blue with grey, black with grey, black with blue, blue with black, grey with black, it was really nice. "Nice, very nice, here, take this, I don't need it, I have plenty." Xero said, flicking over a dark bit and taking the clothes. The tall-ish man left before he could notice Rarity passed out from the magnitude of his payment. Luckily there were no differences in the pressing between the different bits, and no government tags either, so it was good. Putting on his new blue jacket and the grey shirt with black circle, he took to the streets, enjoying the feeling of just walking. It was simple things like this that made Xero feel human, and, unfortunately like Omega, he liked to feel human. It helped him forget just how much humanity he had lost. He felt better, the ever-present depression was fading from presence, slowly but surely, he felt better about being alive. To him and Omega, being alive was the worst thing they could possibly be doing. <> Coming back into town, Xero found that everypony was hiding. "Why the fuck are they hiding? And more importantly what the fuck are they hiding from?" Xero pondered, he felt a presence approaching quickly from behind. Lashing out a foot, Xero stopped his attacker on a dime. "SHIT, FUCK YOU, GET OVER HERE!" Gilda shouted, trying to get to Xero to claw him to pieces. Xero just stabbed her right in the fucking face. "No, FUCK YOU!" he flipped off the body and t-bagged it, and set it on fire. "What was THAT?" Dash piped up. "She was being a bitch, she deserved to get hurt, now, to be honest, maybe I should have killed her, but she's already dead and there's no going back, and no use in dwelling on the past. "All she did was storm off like she was mega-pmsing, she didn't deserve to DIE!" RD chastised. "She was a second away from clawing my face off, and I prefer my face to remain un-clawed and firmly attached to my head." Xero countered. "She was getting violent? Oh man, maybe you did the right thing after all, she has violent tendencies, and she was kicked out of 3 schools for beating the shit out of teachers and students." Dash revealed. "Right, whatever, got any marshmallows?" Xero asked suddenly. "You just don't give a fuck, do you?" RD guessed. "That's something that is essential when dealing with me, that and I don't hurt those who don't deserve it, like that griffon chick deserved it, but somepony like you wouldn't." Xero philosophized. "I see, that's great, but you might want to move the body." Dash suggested. "Right, on it." Xero said, using the air-blaster on the Wolverine that would normally clean it to blow out the flames, he picked the burnt corpse up and carried it far away, RD accompanying him. "So, Xero, what all do you do?" Dash querried. "I drink a fuck-tonne of tea, play video games, be a ninja, use swords to kill people, sometimes use a gun too, I recently got into counterfeiting bits to supply myself financially, I have just a big pile of dark bits laying in my base, which is protected by a large thick wall that could take a full grown dragon throwing itself at it and not even budge, and I've made myself an arsenal of weapons, in case there's danger." Xero explained at length. "Wow, that's... interesting." Dash was unsure, Xero sounded less like a cool guy and more like a criminal himself, ironic because he was part of the police force. "Yeah, I think this will be a good spot." Xero pointed out, landing down in the Everfree Forest and tossing the body unceremoniously into the darkness. He rose again a few seconds later, the act was done. "Cool, dude, so, I'll see you back at the pad?" Dash said in goodbye. "Naw, I have my own place, but thanks for putting up with me for the time that you did, not many can manage that." Xero thanked, the pair soared through the sky. Landing outside of his house, Xero entered, re-equipped his normal clothes, blue jacket with grey shirt and black circle. Walking upstairs, he merely stared at the sky until nightfall, wisdom always came to him when he looked to the sky. Sliding under the sheets of his bed, he silently wished that he would live longer. He was starting to enjoy being alive. Closing his invisible turquoise eyes, Xero drifted off to sleep. He dreamt of happiness, of freedom. He had both, and he would fight to keep them. Author's Note again, OMG rounds stands for 'Omega Machine Gun' rounds. Wrote this chapter all in one go, sorry for any mistakes, I don't really edit these before publishing them. Xero is a fast worker, already has made plenty of personal progress, now to make interactive progress. See you all next time, for that. I <3 you all, byeeeeee. //-------------------------------------------------------// The real "Light" hurts all, like an "Arrow" //-------------------------------------------------------// The real "Light" hurts all, like an "Arrow" Xero was walking through the city streets, he had taken to walking whenever he didn't have somewhere to go. Coming upon town square, the tall-ish man found a stage set up. A strange blue unicorn, wearing a purple hat and cape, was on said stage, performing magic like the 'magic' in his world, i.e. illusions, he didn't even know the basics of magic, and he could tell that that shit was FAKE and probably GAY. He jumped up on stage with the speed of someone like him, a fucking ninja, because he's a fucking NINJA. "I CALL BULLSHIT ON YOUR SORRY FLANK!" he shouted at the show mare. "What is the MEANING of THIS, Trixie is the most powerful magic user in Equestria!" Trixie proclaimed. "No, that's Twilight Sparkle, right after the Princesses, then there are all the ponies related to her, then there's 15 kilometers of shit, and then there's you." Xero put it into perspective. "You are a fool for doubting me and an immature delinquent for using swearing to emphasize your point." Trixie countered. "Bitch, I'm 90 YEARS OLD, granted I have the body of a 19 year old, but I digress, and swearing was made for emphasis, motherfucker." Xero retorted. "You want Trixie to take you down with magical power never before seen in all of Equesria?!" Trixie threatened. "GO ahead, do it, DO IT, DO EET, DO EET NOW!" Xero insisted, she had fallen right into his trap. "I, uh, RIGHT, PREPARE to be AMAZED so much your EYES hurt." Trixie salvaged. She had the case of 'all-bark-no-bite', like elves, Xero had compared, they claim to be high and mighty, they are, in a way, but only in one aspect, everything else they suck at, they're weak and fragile, anyone who gets in a physical hit on them would easily take them down, their fear is being challenged, but their stubbornness often leads to loss, and, in the case of table-top and video game RPGs, death. "Go ahead, make my day." Xero challenged. Trixie did try, she had a wide magical well, but it lacked depth, it lacked all the power to actually DO something other than appear. Xero slam-dunked the straw that broke the camel's back, he YAWNED. "*long yawn* Oh, was that it? okay then, my turn." Xero directed. He jumped into the air, hovering with his jet boots, he brandished the Sephiroth, and sliced Trixie's hat in half. "Amateur swordsmanship." Trixie brushed off the dislay. "Well then, let me show you something advanced, bitch." Xero challenged, he dismissed the Sephiroth and summoned the Masamune, throwing the deceptively heavy blade at Trixie with extreme precision. Trixie tried to catch it, but the Masamune was made of dark matter, a 1m long 5mm thick amount of it, which was still enough to weigh well over 2000 pounds, but sharp enough to cut through many inches of FeNiC steel in a single slash. Trixie comically stood stock still, then the 2 halves of her fell apart, Xero zoomed away to grab the sword from the air and zoom back so fast it didn't seem like he had moved. "BOOM, it's magic, now you're in halves, I'll just get you out of here to.... 'reverse' this, thank you, everypony, I have been Xero, and I will be Xero until I decide to change my name, see you all later." the blue haired man shouted to the crowd, grabbing the 2 halves of the body and speeding away with them. He was having a great time in Equestria. <> Coming to his base, Xero found a dragon trying to enter it. He got al up in the dragon's grill. "Whatchu doin' HERE." he demanded, he was going British ghetto. "I need a place to sleep." the dragon revealed. "Sleep somewhere else, there's a town nearby and you're smokey snoring could pollute the environment." Xero explained. "Oh, I didn't realize there was a settlement, I feel bad that I could have been a bother, maybe a nuisance, or even a threat to innocent beings, I'll just go somewhere else now." the dragon apologized. "Too late." Xero said suddenly. "What do you mean?" the dragon asked innocently. Xero, rather than telling, decided to show, he used the Blood Blasters to stun the dragon, and then, he turned on the Dragon's Breath. "FUS RO DAH!" he shouted, incinerating the dragon's eye. Not giving time for a response, Xero jumped into the air and used the Muramasa to zoom down the dragon's back, cutting its spinal cord down the middle, using the Aeroblade to slice its wings off, he finished it with the Sephiroth, stabbing through its body and coming out of the other side, the beast was far gone dead by the time it hit the ground. Xero landed on top of the scaly beast's body, planting the blade of his sword in its back to signify his victory. It was a great day. He headed home, it had been a long day, and night was coming. He stared at the stars, a thought came to mind. "I want to meet this 'Princess Luna', if she makes the night, I'll have to thank her, nighttime is fucking awesome." he thought aloud. Sleeping with an APS under his pillow, he drifted off to sleep. He dreamt of happiness, he had a lot, and it was only growing stronger. <> It had been a month since his honorable act of slaying a dragon. Xero had grown closer to the ponies, more mellow. There had been a big-ass rainstorm, but he just stayed inside for a bit, calibrating his cybernetic parts, making sure everything stayed functional, then he played in the rain, something he had liked to do since he was a young man. There had been a town-wide case of ultra-racism. Xero stayed out of it, opting to cut down some trees to up his strength, he needed to get physically stronger, he couldn't even lift a tonne. He had to play exterminator when a bug swarm attacked the town, he used the Grudge at least a hundred times that day. He woke up one day, he looked outside, ponies were cleaning up snow. He rushed outside and dived into a big pile of the white slush. "WHAT YEAR IS IT?" he demanded, he had woken up the previous day to help remove leaves from trees in the middle of Autumn, now it was the end of Winter? Hell no. "It's 1001 A.N." the frightened pony responded. Xero almost felt the urge to pistol-whip this pony with the Joy Colt, but it didn't rise. "Okay then." he replied, jumping out of the snowy slush and going about his day. Things were going slowly, he watched for 20 minutes as less than a tenth of a square kilometer was cleared of clouds. "Fuck everything." he said suddenly, taking to the sky and poring on the speed. He did a fly-by of the town, pulling all of the clouds and snow behind him, sending them into the Everfree Forest. Going home again, he watched out of the window as many ponies began enjoying spring. Hearing a knock at the front door, he answered it. Mayor Mare was standing there, looking more than a little pissed off. "Whatever it is, this should cover it." Xero said simply, bringing forth his money-bag, pouring about 50 or so dark bits over Mayor Mare's head, slamming the door shut when he was done. She left, he could see, suddenly happy with the money provided and no longer caring about whatever she was pissed off about. Xero laughed, silly politicians, only caring about money, and nothing else. He wiped the tear of laughter from his invisible eye, he went about his day. He had things to do, things about stuff... He was playing video games, OKAY?! He was absolutely owning every single one of his opponents, he played CoD:BO2, had analyzed the stats with the eye of an RPG master, which he was, and dominated every enemy on every map in every gamemode. It was glorious. <> Twilight entered the library after a hard day of working. She had won the Running of the Leaves, Xero's closeness to all of them inspired her to get fit, and she won with ease. She found the man of inspiration writing on a piece of parchment. "Did you ask Spike for that?" the lavender mare interrogated. "This should cover it." Xero replied, taking a second to throw a small object at her, she caught it in mid-air. It was a dark bit. "Right, ahem, so , what are you doing?" Twilight asked, she turned and put the dark bit in a safe place. "Here, translate this." Xero said suddenly, she didn't see it, but he was on his way out the door, forcing the piece of parchment onto her, she grabbed it, intending to read it. It was written entirely in fine, Japonese kanjis. Twilight had no idea how to read kanjis. "FffffffffFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU..." she screamed, levitating the entire foreign languages section to her. She would read this message, and she would read it with VIGOR. <> She had been reading and cross-referencing the symbols Xero had written and the symbols that the book told her about. This process had taken TWO DAYS. She brought forth the final result, and read it. "Make me into a pony, I want to see what it's like, you have magic, make use of it, plz." she felt dumber just READING the thing. "Ugh, Xero and his shenanigans, fine, I'll turn him into a pony, and I'll make him a pony for a LOOOONG time, let's see how he'll feel." Twiligth plotted. She wasn't good at revenge, that much was obvious. <> She waited until the outifts were made, she wanted to make Xero feel bad, but she didn't want to change anything with her friends. Following the tall-ish man home, Twilight readied herself. *knock knock knock* "Huh? Oh, right, oh, hey Twilight, what's up?" he asked politely. "Not much, I translated that message you gave me, and I have the spell ready, may I come in?" she asked innocently. "Sure, I think the tea is done anyways." he accepted, walking to the kitchen area. "Nice, how much tea do you even have? You always seem to be making more whenever anypony visits." Twilight observed. She looked into the kitchen area when it was obvious that Xero hadn't heard her. He had a fucking DELIVERY PALETTE of BOXES of tea. "Wow..." she gaped. "It's a lot of tea, but I'm British, so it makes sense, and I was raised in Japan, so it makes more sense, and I like to think of myself as part Puerto Rican." Xero finally answered the question. "Why the last one?" Twilight asked in curiosity. "It's because, when I steal from you, you're not getting it back in the same shape it was in, and if you steal from me, I fucking stab you." the tall-ish man explained. "Oh, I see, well, let me just charge up the spell." Twilight got the conversation back on track. Xero walked back into the living room, not knowing what was about to happen. Twilight charged up a fuck-tonne of magic, she cast it upon Xero. The energy flowing into him almost made him black out. Landing softly on the white marble floor, the man-turned-stallion breathed in and out again. Looking at himself in the mirror resting against a wall, he gasped. "I look AWESOME!" he lilted, he enthusiastically looked at his whole self. He had a light grey coat, bluish-green eyes, his teeth were fine and clean, his mane was like his normal hair, minus the ponytail, which turned into an actual pony tail, long and thin, but it had volume. His cutie mark was a almost-black-it-was-so-dark blue 'X' like a roman numeral 10. His mane and tail were dark blue, but the part he liked most was one thing. 2 things, actually, and they weren't his testicles. He was a FUCKING PEGASUS! WOOOOOOOHHH! His wings were, for some strange reason, cobalt blue. https://camo.derpicdn.net/2c583e3f3ee3e165e14b37d6ea4e94dc694bba41?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.art-paints.com%2FPaints%2FOil%2FFragonard%2FTrue-Cobalt-Blue%2FTrue-Cobalt-Blue.gif "This is AWESOME! How long does it last?" Xero asked eagerly. "A little less than 6." Twilight didn't finish her sentence. "6 what? Minutes? Hours? Days?" Xero was a little bit worried now, he didn't want to stay as a pony for too long. "Months, 6 months." Twilight gave a mischievious smile. "WHAT? Why so long?" Xero was fully worried now, being a pony for some time was nice, but being a pony for 6 MONTHS? Hell no. "Because it took me a long-as-hell time to translate that message you wrote." Twilight revealed. "Oh, right, I just felt like writing in Japanese, I didn't think you didn't know how to READ Japanese, I thought you were like the smartest pony in Equestria or something." Xero admitted. "Well, thank you for the compliment, but I had to learn the whole language to read your message, please keep it in Equish, okay?" Twilight requested. "Alright, I'll keep it in Equish, it won't be that hard." Xero accepted. "Right, well, enjoy yourself, I wasn't kidding about that 6 months thing." Twilight revealed, teleporting away. "Well...... shit." Xero complained. He thought about the things he could DO as a stallion, then he got to thinking, if the 'Gender Equality' issues were the opposite as they were on Earth, being that females are dominant and masculinism was fighting for stallion's rights, he could make something of that. Then he thought about it further, all the things that females normally do, males do in Equestria. He thought about prostitution, if the issues ran that deep, he could get some good fun from that. He set out to find more information, he could get plenty of enjoyment out of this. <> Returning home sweaty yet satisfied, Xero had found out first hoof the depth of gender equality reversal. Did he regret his decision? He rarely regretted anything, this was something he did not regret. More-over, he found a way to turn back. Using a simple disruption mechanism, he transformed back into a human. Feeling odd, not just the dead weight of exhaustion, but more weight overall, the strange thing was, he felt lighter and springier, he looked at himself in the mirror, his visor off, he didn't see anything different. He thought about WHY he was feeling off, turning back to his exploits, he thought about the mares he had sold himself to, all of them were healthy, and he was sure as the saying goes, his customers didn't have any diseases, at least, he was sure that 'Healthy as a horse' also applied to ponies. His thought raced through his mind, the heat, the moisture, the words exchanged. *POMF* He jumped at the noise, he looked back intot he mirror. He had MOTHAFUKKIN' WINGS! The magic of the ponification spell had affected his base human biology, now he had wings, the same cobalt blue as his pony wings, he could feel the pegasus magic inside him, allowing him to fly, and walk on clouds, and manipulate said clouds, they would be like a colloid to him, somewhat solid, but somewhat liquid. He preened his feathers, making sure his wings were healthy and functional.. He would cherish this gift. He flexed the new appendages, the only limbs he had that were not affected by Raymanian Biology. He flapped and turned and folded and furled, he found the maximum parameters of his new limbs. This was going to be fun. Laying down to sleep, he wondered what all he could do. The possibilities were vast, expansive. He would think about it in the morning. <> Flying to Rainbow Dash's house early in the morning, Xero entered the fancy cloud house. "Rainbow Dash, this is the Chamber of Commerce, we are here to make a racist joke." Xero decided to go comedian. The cyan mare slowly trotted down the stairs, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "What do you want, Chamber of Commerce?" the half-conscious mare asked. "We are here to inform you that unless you shake your flank, your house will be destroyed. "Alright..." Dash responded, turning around and giving a wiggle of her flanks. "HA, wow, that was surprisingly easy." Xero said suddenly, going back to his original voice. Rainbow Dash shot into consciousness. Turning around and lifting her head again, she looked at the blue haired man angrily. "I can't believe you just did that." she chastised. "I can't believe you fell for it." Xero responded. "Ugh, what do you want? I need to be well rested for Best Young Flier's Competition, this is the last year I can compete, the oldest you can be is 19 years." Dash revealed. "Well, that's funny, because I just got an idea." Xero said. *POMF* "We're not having sex before OR after the Competition." Dash denied the unasked and unthought of question. "I was just going to say that I was going to compete." Xero corrected. "Wait a second, you, compete? How? Wait a second..." Dash trailed off, she finally realized it. Xero had wings, and he was going to compete, AGAINST HER, in the BYFC. But XERO HAD WINGS! "Where did you get THOSE?" Dash questioned. "I'm an elf, and thus, my responsibilities as a Saiyan Warrior/Jedi Knight have led me on help quest to come across the fact that equality issues are the opposite in Equestria as they are on Earth, thusly, I had several sessions of hot sex and was paid for it, leveling up my shadow warrior enough to acquire Exodius the Ultimate." Xero did not answer the question at all. "But that explains NOTHING!" Dash rebuked. "Just kidding, I still had several sessions of hot sex and got paid for them, but I was turned into a pony, and the magic changed my human biology so I have wings now, since I was a pegasus pony." Xero answered "Oh, that makes sense, enough of it anyways, so, you have wings now, that's cool." Dash tried to make small talk. "Yeah, they're nice, I like to think." Xero replied, the pair was reduced to small talk. "They ARE nice, and pretty big too, you must be quite the sizeable stallion if you get wings like that." Dash complimented. "I guess so, but I think they're proportional to my body size, so because I am a large-ish man, I have larger wings than say, somepony like you, who is smaller." Xero analyzed. "Right, I think that's the case, listen, I'm going to go back to sleep, good-whatever." Dash dismissed herself, curling up on the couch and drifting back to sleep. Xero found the sight cute, then again, things usually were cuter when they were sleeping. Leaving quietly, Xero flared his wings and flew off to Cloudsdale.using his new GPS, utilizing the sattelite he had found, and zoomed off to the pegasus city. He was going to compete, he was in his 19 year old body, after all. This was going to be fun. Author's Note BOOM, I did shit too fast or whatever, I don't care. Xero has wings and the power to turn into a pony. He is much more abusive of his capabilities than Omega, that's for sure. See you next time for more stuff. I <3 you all, byeeeeeee //-------------------------------------------------------// It's simple, the "Muramasa" is the demon sword. //-------------------------------------------------------// It's simple, the "Muramasa" is the demon sword. *WARNING* TITLE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CONTENT OF THE CHAPTER */WARNING* Zooming through the rocky tunnels, Xero raced towards the light from the surface, a swarm of Skulltulas from the LoZ series were chasing him, shooting 2 at a time, 6 at a time, 100 at a time, and they kept coming, the Aeroblade was being repaired, so he couldn't use his Mach 5 boost. Things were hectic, he thought back to how the day began. <> Waking up to the sound of his name and being shaken enough to lose control of his voice, Xero knew something was wrong. Rainbow Dash was panicking. "Ra-a-ainbo-o-ow Da-a-ash, sto-o-op fu-ucki-i-ing sha-aking me-e-e." Xero managed to form a somewhat coherent sentence. "Xero, come quick, Rarity is in major trouble with underground monsters!" Dash explained, grabbing the man and pulling him off of the cloud. "Rainbow Dash, that sounds fucking stupid, where is this happening?" Xero's statement went from skeptical to accepting in the span of a second. "Follow me." Dash instructed. "No, tell me where it is." Xero re-iterated his point. "It's in the no-body lands, the space behind the Canterlot mountain range, it's little more than flat ground and more stray mountains, come ON!" Dash informed. "Alright, race you there." Xero challenged, boosting off at super-sonic speeds. He did that a lot, yet he didn't flap his wings much, if he did so he would be doing Sonic Whatever-boom-he-had-Booms all the time. Rainbow zoomed off to reach her destination, she had been getting faster too. Taking a few seconds to stop by his town-house to leave a note and a map for Scootaloo in case of emergency, Xero still reached his destination in a small amount of time. Using the Dime Breaker to stop immediately over the space, re-directing his spins to make himself descend, he dropped to meet the group. "Okay, so, here's the situation, Rarity has been taken by these creatures called Diamond Dogs." Twilight debriefed. "Everybody's best friend." Xero laughed at his joke, the funny part was that, diamonds are a woman's best friend, and dogs are a man's best friend, so together, they would be universally loved. "Far from it, they're greedy creatures, and mostly useless too, they hoard gems for the sole purpose of nopony else having them." Twilight explained. "Roight, so, is that one there?" Xero went posh for a second and pointed out the figure about 20 meters away. It was, indeed, a Diamond Dog. "Get it!" Rainbow Dash piped up, joining the group again. Xero gave himself a boost, he overshot his target by a LOT. The Dime Breaker was still recharging, and he needed to stop fast. Using the Aeroblade to stab the ground, Xero found that it was dirt below him, he slowed down by a noticable amount. That's when it happened. The dirt immediately turned to stone, the blade of the Aeroblade broke, Xero smashed his face into the stone, dazing him greatly. He was hurting and disoriented, smashing your face into solid stone would do that, he dismissed the Aeroblade to be repaired. Stumbling in the wrong direction, his eyes having stopped working temporarily, he went quite a ways away before his full vision returned. Looking around, he found himself surrounded by flat stone plains, nothing else, no landmarks or anything. Bringing up his GPS, he found it unavailable, his satellite was under robotically performed maintenance. He was lost, with no way of knowing how to return home. Walking for several minutes, the tall-ish man found a hill that opened on one side into a cave. Entering carefully, he knew all the things that could be in caves, floating blocks and blue goombas, Jebus-spiders and Skull-spiders, lots of strong pokemon, and a googolplex (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Googolplex) of Zubats. Reaching into the depths, Xero turned on his night-vision, he also thought what else could be down here, zombies, drougrs, skeletons both moving and not, more spiders, lost species, fucking bugs the size of his head, creepers from Minecraft, infected from Left 4 Dead, and more. He turned to leave when he heard it. Skulltulas. A fuck-tonne of them. <> Zooming through the rocky tunnels, Xero raced towards the light from the surface, a swarm of Skulltulas from the LoZ series were chasing him, shooting 2 at a time, 6 at a time, 100 at a time, and they kept coming, the Aeroblade was being repaired, so he couldn't use his Mach 5 boost. Things were hectic, he briefly thought about how the day's events led to this within half an hour of waking up. He was nearing the exit, but the Skulltulas were nearing him, he ran as fast as his master-ninja feet could take him, but the octo-pedal monsters kept up with him with ease. He heard a few gunshots, the creatures thinned out somewhat, entire lines of them being taken down, Xero saw why. Scootaloo had come to his rescue, the Cappers, with their extreme penetration capabilities, especially with the high grade of the calibur and the low grade of the targets, she took down entire rows of the ghouls with every well-placed shot. Xero flapped his wings to speed up, he grabbed his sister when he crossed the edge of the cave's mouth, the 2 shot off into the sky. Flying far away, home, Xero and Scootaloo wanted to put the events that had just transpired behind them. Xero was tempted to make it rain on the no-pony's land. Rain gold. Liquid gold. He was going to piss on it from the fucking sky it isn't that hard to figure out damnit. YOU'RE NOT STUPID, FIGURE IT OUT! <> Xero was working on shit that needed to be done. His weapons were all in tip-top shape, his armor was perfectly fine, undamaged, fully functional. Everything was fine, he was making sure it stayed that way. With engineering and mechanic skills even a german would envy, he made sure everything was going to stay functional. Standing up and stretching when he was done, Xero took a quick stride through the sanitation chamber, which was shaped like a metal detector, he was cleaned of anything that wasn't supposed to be there. Taking off into the sky, he thought. Xero was prepared for anything, almost anything, almost anything under normal circumstances. He had added that last part after his experience with the Skulltulas, if he hadn't been still slightly dazed and also had his boost working, he could have easily escaped and/or killed all of the monster abominations. But circumstances get in the way of things. Pouring on the speed, he flew around just for the hell of it, he had abused technology to get infinite electricity, using a super high efficiency carbuerator in his body, he would recharge with motion, I think you can see how this is infinitely useful. He checked the time and date suddenly, he had stopped paying attention to the passing of time, the draining of the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years. It had been a few hours since the incident with those Skulltulas, he would have to go back and slaughter them all. He felt the emotions flow through him, never taking a tangible form, heat and cold, comfort and pain, everything and nothing, something and anything. Xero flew back to the nopony's land and killed everything that lived there. Everything. Now it was just the Dead-Lands. His perception was up 10 fold. Sailing through the skies, he found that day had turned to night, and night was turning back to day. Returning home, the bluish-black with white highlights haired man just walked upstairs, laid down on his bed, and fell asleep immediately. <> Awakening in his room, under the covers this time, Scoots must have moved him while he was asleep, she was a good pony like that. Haphazardly tossing off the blanket, Xero went about his morning routine. Get up, go to the bathroom, relieve self, clean self, decide whether or not to shave, leave bathroom, get dressed, go downstairs, make breakfa-. Breakfast was already made. Scootaloo must have made it, it had a somewhat messy quality that only came with enthusiasm. 'Trying to get those cutie marks still, heh heh, kids, they're always trying new stuff.' the thought went through his mind. 'Heh heh heh, ha ha ha, HA HA AHAHAHAHAAAAAA!' the laughter turned insane for a few seconds, he stopped. "Ugh, I need something to eat." he pondered aloud, he turned to the table to find a plate set out for him. Written in fine lines of butter on a small stack of pancakes, was a message. 'Cooking cutie mark is a no-go, cooking is NOT my special talent, bro, but here are some pancakes and stuff for you.' Xero took a note to thank the little filly later, he ate his food messily and without manner. After practically scraping the plate's contents into his mouth, he chugged down a somewhat cold glass of orange juice and a somewhat cold glass of milk. Obviously the meal had been made some time ago. Checking the clock, it was 9 o'clock in the morning. Taking off from the back alley, Xero simply went about his day, flying the time away. It was simple, normal (normal enough, at least), peaceful. Something he wanted and needed. Something away from the heat of battle, the chaos of fighting for his life, the bloodlu-... ... ... ... ... the bloodlust of killing. It was something he lived for, the joy of murder, of taking lives, of snuffing out the fires of existance, of destroying bodies, shredding skin, crushing bones, making blood pour in waterfalls. Waterfalls of blood. Bloodfalls? 'What am I doing?' Xeor caught himself before he pulled the trigger, he realized what he has about to do. He was about to fire the Blue Death at a busy street intersection. Dozens of ponies, innocent beings, dead. He dismissed the Blue Death and flew far away from Ponyville. It was time to explore. <> Travelling through the skies, Xero looked at his map. He had seen Canterlot, Manehattan, Las Haygas, Los Pegasus, Seaddle, Neigh York, and a lot of other places. The land of Equestria ran wide and dug deep. He turned to fly home again when he saw it. He hadn't been paying attention to the passing of time, it had been a week, he briefly wondered how he didn't notice, followed by wondering how worried everypony must be, he saw a train passing below, deciding to hitch a ride, he landed on top. He hit the roof a bit harder than expected, climbing down equally as loud, he opened the door to the car. He froze at the sight. 7 pairs of eyes looked back at him. <> The Mane 6 and Spike were travelling to Apploosa to give a tree to Applejack's cousin Braeburn at the Sweet Apple Acres Apploosa branch. They were travelling there via train, because they were delivering a FUCKING TREE AND TREES ARE PRETTY DAMN HEAVY. They were chatting idly, filling in the time with words. "...and that's why half of the food supplies in Canterlot castle are things to make cakes with." Twilight finished her story that I'm sure a few readers would like to hear the full version of. "Wow, who woulda known tha-" Applejack was cut off. *BANG MOTHERFUCKER THIS SOUND IS LOUD* "What in the name of fuck was that." Rainbow Dash querried in her infinitely un-eloquent speech patterns. *CLACKA CLACKA CLACKA WHY IS THIS SO LOUD?* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK THERE IS SOMEONE AT THE DOOR ANSWER IT DAMNIT KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* *THE DOOR IS OPENING, this isn't actually loud at all* Xero opened the door. XERO opened the door. He had disappeared for a week, and suddenly he was hitching a ride on this train. The 6 ponies and 1 dragon stared at him. He stared back. "Well, this is one hell of a convenience." the un-disappeared man started, scratching his head in confusion. "Where have you BEEN man?" Dash demanded. "Where haven't I been?" Xero asked back. "Well then, where?" Dash argued. "I've been to a magical land called Equestria, it's ruled by ponies and there are lots of cities, I spent a week going over each one, having forgotten to pack money for hotels, I resorted to my prostitution career, earning money to get a safe place to sleep, today I decided to return to my hometown Ponyville, when I noticed a train, deciding to hitch a ride on it, I landed on the roof, climbed down the ladder, and opened the door, it was at this point that I saw 6 mares I recognized, and a small dragon I also recognized, then the rowdiest one of the bunch demanded information from me, I then proceeded to go on a long and drawn out explanation of everything that has been going on up to this point, leading up to 'How I met your Mother'." Xero gave a cheeky grin at the ending of his overly long rant. The Mane 6 stared at him throughout his rant, they were confused by the end. "I went on a trip around Equestria, had sex a few dozen times, and while going home I decided to hitch a ride on this train, which, coincidentally, you all are on." Xero sumarized his rant in less than 40 words. "Oooooooohh." the confused group said simultaneously. "Yeah, so, what's the situation?" Xero wanted to know why the group of 7 were here. "Apple tree transportation to Apploosa." Twilight answered. "Cool, not really, I'll just go to the next cart then." Xero replied, walking past the group and to the next group, his steps were silent, like they almost always were. Walking into the next cart, this one was empty, Xero laid down on one of the beds and went through his interface. Selecting the radio, he went through his songs and their various titles. He found the one he was looking for. Insanity. (you don't have to play the song, but if you want to, you can) https://img.youtube.com/vi/q9-IDsbvBQc/mqdefault.jpg He, ironically, played it to relax. Some time later, the door opened. "XERO, THE TRAIN IS BEING ATTACKED!" Pinkie shouted at him. He jumped up and got the Muramasa out, pushing past Pinkie, he got on top of the train to see 2 goups of buffalos ramming both sides of the train. "Goddamn Native Equestrians." he complained, jumping into the fray and quickly dispatching of all of them. The train threatened to tip over still, he pushed it back on track and went to the other side, using the Sephiroth to take out the group with ease. Jumping back onto the train, he found a lone deer, a female, from the look of it, running to get to the caboose, where the tree was stored. He summoned the Catalytic Lens and blasted one of her legs off. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she squealed in pain. "Don't attack my friends, bitch." he threatened, before bringing the weapon up again. He shot her right through the head. Kicking the body off of the locomotive, he returned to the mares' cart. "Threat has been fucked up." he informed crudely, shutting the door and going to his own cart. Laying down again, he realized the song was still playing. Content with laying there doing nothing, Xero let his mind wander. He thought of all the stuff he had done thus far, he had a good life, he wasn't forced to kill anyone, he had a wonderful little sister, 6 great friends, a home, a base, new weapons, magic-proof updated armor. He had a good life. He would fight to keep it that way. <> Standing his ground, keeping perfectly straight up when the train slowed to a stop, Xero had stability like a fucking mountain. Flying outside via the sun-roof, the tall-ish winged man looked around the town. Stereotypical desert-locked old west town, complete with clock tower, water tower, saloon, and everypony dressed like old-westerners. Flying above the ponies, sticking out like a lightsaber amongst flint-tipped spears, he glided into the saloon. He looked at the ponies sitting at the tables and booths, stereotypical old-west bar-goers. Sitting in a bar stool, shoving a collapsed pony out of it, he looked at the rows of bottles and containers. "Gimme your strongest booze, don't skimp out on it." Xero ordered. The salty-muzzled bartender, a mare with a liquor bottle for a cutie mark, brought a cactus out, chopping it open with a knife, Xero cringed, that was no way to treat a blade. She poured the cactus juice into a glass, mixing it with whiskey, adding a bit a lemon and lime juices and a few ounces of vodka, she mixed it up again, shaking it in the mixer capsule for several seconds, pouring the contents into a tall glass, she stirred in several ounces of absinthe. Setting the mixture on fire, she slid it to Xero. He caught it, looking at it for several seconds. "Go ahead, unless your a lightweight?" she challenged. "What did you just say?" Xero got irritated. "Go ahead and drink the stuff, unless your just a little bitch who talks a big game." she re-challenged. Xero flipped her off while chugging the thing. This was not what shocked the mare, what shocked her was... THE FUCKING THING WAS STILL ON FIRE! Setting the glass down and giving only a small grunt, he brought out the Muramasa and sliced the tall glass in half down the middle. Flipping off the bartender again, he walked out, not so much as a stumble to his stride. He felt great, taking to the skies again, he flew away from the city. That's when he saw it. <> The buffalos, enraged by the mass-murdering of their peoples, staged an attack on the town. Xero divebombed in front of the small army. "Hey, HEY!" he shouted to the herd. They looked at him "FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF OR I'LL KILL YOU TOO!" he threatened. The buffalos attacked. It was a slaughterhouse, Xero even cut them up and graded them, setting fire to the rejected meat, keeping the good stuff for food, he could use some good meat. Flying home, his business being done here, he checked on everything at the base, if anything had stopped working, his whole operation could go up in nuclear flames. He needed to check on his sister too, he would be a bad brother if he didn't. Pouring on the speed, flapping his wings to go as fast as possible, he broke the sound barrier, sped up even faster. He looked back at his boom, it was four beams of dark blue energy shooting out in an X formation, it was pretty cool. He sped up to Mach 5 as he didn't have anything better to do at the moment. Going a mile a second, he didn't give much thought to anything except getting home. <> It had been a week or 2, maybe 3. Not much had happened, Xero vowed to acquire a phoenix after seeing Celestia with one. Phoenixes are cool. Traveling to the depth of the Everfree Forest, he found a phoenix nest. Stealing the egg and flipping off the parents shortly before killing them, he raised that thing right. Xero was in possession of a special breed of phoenix, the titan phoenix. The damn thing grew up in a few weeks, it had a 2 meter wingspan, he could even ride the fucking thing. He also got a tiger, just because fuck you. A titan tiger was much bigger than a normal tiger. A normal bengal tiger was about 10 feet long, the titan version was 15 feet long, with lean and powerful muscle, large and penetrating teeth, and the ability to kill anything that didn't kill it first, with immunities to many types of poisons, both natural and synthetic, this thing was a monster. More dangerously, it was Xero's monster. Armoring it like a battle steed, he had another outlet for his time, leading his killing machine around the forest, destroying dangerous animals in seconds, even manticores and cockatrices. Xero was having a good time. He had his tiger, his phoenix, his motorcycle, his friends, weapons, armor, and something he didn't think he could ever have. He had happiness. Leading his feline steed up the mountain to his base, he had dug out a smaller cave to hold it, guiding the beast into the smaller cave, Xero entered the normal one. Sitting at his interface, he drew a blank. He turned to the side, looking around to try to remember what he was about to do. He saw the CMC, sitting on his couch looking at him with huge smiles. "How did you 3 get in here?" he querried. The trio of rambunctious little fillies simultaneously took in deep breaths. Xero prepared for the verbal storm. Author's Note strange place to cut it off, but I don't care. Xero keeps reminding himself of how good of a life he has, it could get annoying, but he does it anyways. Next chapter will contain stuff. I <3 you all, byeeeeeeee. //-------------------------------------------------------// Let me tell you a story. //-------------------------------------------------------// Let me tell you a story. It was a terrible day for Xero, at this point he was known by a different name, but he had long forgotten it. Coming home from school, being a freshman in highschool was hell, he grabbed a knife from the kitchen before his mother came at him in drunken rage. The bitch in question fell down the stairs, getting up with little damage, she looked at her son, her green eyes stared at him, glazed over in alcohol. She charged at him, yelling obscenities, obviously confusing her son for her husband, Xero looked almost exactly like his father, except his hair was longer. He stabbed her, he didn't care anymore, he stabbed his mother to death, the unreasonably sharp knife piercing her flesh again and again, if his sanity had degraded a few millimeters less, he would have raped her corpse, satisfying primal needs in her bloody body. His father came home, hyped up on crack, he tackled him, cutting his throat, stabbing him. He was 16, and he killed his parents. <> He had been found by a secret order, they were ninjas, but more modern. Mastering the usage of blades, Xero was a deadly being, he held little regret for who he killed, but that was because he only killed the wicked, the evil, innocent people did not deserve to die. Unless they stopped being innocent. Ambushing a group of corrupt SAS members, he and his team killed them all, taking their guns and ammunition, as well as all of their supplies, firing off the bullets so the other soldiers couldn't use them, breaking the guns when they were finished, they made a dash for an escape. He had successfully completed more than 30 ninja missions, he was fully trained, a master of the martial arts, all of them. That's when it happened. He died how he lived, running and fighting, all it took was a bullet to the head, one that slipped through his swinging sword of a shield. The soldiers who attacked were packing high tech weaponry. He awoke, ripped from death by wires and circuitry, all of his childhood, and most of his teenage years, right up to the day he snapped and lashed back at the ones who lashed him like a puppy in a corner. He was known as Xero, the blitzkrieg swordsman, under the command of Omega, the juggernaut gunner, fighting alongside his commander and comrades, Askad the nerdy demolitionist, and Kary the ridiculously human-like android with an imagination-based-superpower of electrical energy. They were Bolverk Squad, in like slightly odd looking yet normal people, and out like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Many missions went by, dozens, each done perfectly, none of them died, only got hurt, the last 2 missions they went on were different. 'ALRIGHT PEOPLE, MOVE ALONG, IT'S JUST A FEW DEAD POLITICIANS, heh heh, NOTHING SERIOUS!" Omega shouted to the crowd, using his megaphone function, some were in cars, most on the street, the Squad had just blown out a building and had killed several politicians who were supporting Bio. Int., MBORF's rival. Xero was helping the normal soldiers prod the innocent bystanders along, using the point of his Slicer to provide more force. "LOOK OUT!" Askad shouted, Xero turned to see it. 2 civilians had left their car, they had apparently kept several knives and a gun in their vehicle. 1, 2, 4, 7, dead. The 2 opposing people were killed, though with well placed throws and shots, they had killed 7 MBORF soldiers, Xero was trying to block the bullets, but to no avail, Askad and Omega killed the pair with a shot from the Joy Filly and a Sticky Death grenade. Xero had tried his best, but 7, SEVEN of his fellow soldiers were dead. The next mission was much harder. Their objective? Terminate XV Rushing through the battlefield, his major upgrades to his armor gave him the speed to parry bullets, he and Omega tore through Bio. Int.'s army, crushing and shooting and blasting and cutting though hundreds of soldiers, even spies. Omega had taken the offensive on XV itself, Xero took care of Kary after she exhausted herself in killing the XV infected beings, and Askad had died. Leaving the young-ish girl to charge up, he recieved an upgrade to his armor, a 2.0 update. Able to block the force of about 6000rpm, he was even faster and much stronger than before. Omega had killed XV, Kary and charged up and took out the strays, Xero destroyed 3 FUCKING HELICOPTERS, it was amazing. Carrying Omega, as the heavy-weight man was the only one in the group who couldn't fly, the commanding officer reported in their success. Kary attacked them suddenly, Xero couldn't keep himself and his 1258 kilogram weighing comrade away from the assault. He was knocked out of the sky and caught by the young girl who he called a team-mate. Waking up strapped to a wall, Xero found himself staring at a copy of his face. "Like it? It's you, after all, a better you, anyways, fucking human soldiers, trying to keep people alive, they always fail, somehow, somewhere, there is failure." Kary lamented, throwing the copy of Xero's visage onto a table. "They're going to execute you like the sorry dumbasses you are." Kary informed, she looked different, another spurt of aging, she was a full grown woman, rather than a young teenager, almost 10 years of difference, from 13 to 22. "Why am I strapped up like a spinning target, Kary?" Xero demanded, he was thoroughly pissed off at this point. "Because you're scheduled for execution, after taking measurements of your body, they'll lock you up, it'll be a week before you die at that point." Kary teased. "Well then why the fuck are you here? You're not a doctor or a scientist." Xero argued. Kary got intimately close to Xero's face, running a gloved hand over his skin and through his rough stubble, she was close enough to bite him. "Because, Omega didn't want to talk, all he said was 'I'm sure Xero can convey both of our feelings about this', so I came to see you." she explained, moving about his face, admiring his musculature. "Right, well then, here are my and Omega's feelings about this, you're all fucking traitors, you'll all be killed at our hands, we'll make you suffer 10-fold what we have to endure during our wait." Xero ranted. "I.... see....." Kary blushed suddenly, she was still intimately close, mere millimeters from his face, but he could still see the slight pinkening of her skin. *smoooooooch* Kary had just kissed him. "What the fuck was that for?" Xero demanded, wishing to set his mouth on fire. "The scientist said *huff* that I'll experience fluctuations in *huff* behaviour as I adjust *huff*, because my growth spurt had added *huff* a lot of chemicals that I didn't have before *huff* I've basically skipped through puberty, *huff* and, in making me the most humanoid android ever, *huff* Askad made me experience growth like a normal human *huff*, I don't know how to deal with these feelings *huff* as I didn't have time to learn how *huff*, and I feel new feelings and think new thoughts, *huff* and I'm thinking something very enjoyable *huff* and since you're strapped up and the scientists gave me an hour, *huff* and only 5 minutes of said hour are gone *huff*, I think I'll do what I want with you." Kary was getting really flustered and red-faced, breathing heavily, blowing hot puffs of breath at Xero's face. "Why don't you go shove your snatch in Omega's face." Xero spat the vulgar slang words at her, he did NOT like where this was going. "I think it would be awkward if *huff* I had my way with him while the *huff* doctors were trying to work." Kary replied, her breath was coming out very hot and steamy. "Weeeeeeelllllll, fuuuuuuuck...." Xero complained. "That's the spirit." Kary teased, kissing him again. *zzziiiiiiiip* *rustle rustle* "Shiiiiiiit, make it quick then, I want my torture to be over as soon as possible so I can die faster." Xero complied, he had given up. *zzziiiiiiiip* *rustle rustle* *drip* Then sex happened. <> Xero drank heavily of the bottle of bleach he had stolen from the cleaner cart, pouring it in his eyes and all over his body as well, nobody opposed. If he tried something, they could easily kill him, and if he died, it would be all that much easier. Gulping down mouthfuls of the foul tasting strong-alkaline liquid, he felt himself not getting any closer to death. His cybernetic parts cleaned his body of the poisonous-if-consumed liquid, he was left with a particularly tainted piss afterwards. Sitting in his cell, warming soap and shaping it into a knife blade, he briefly considered trying to use it to kill the guard and get the keys, but that was a stupid idea. Thinking back over it again, he considered the idea, applying a more scientific view on it. The waxy material would dry and harden into a solid that was hard enough to support a blade sharp enough to cut un-reinforced flesh. The flesh of a normal soldier. After finding that the food was poisoned and that was how they were expected to die, succumbing to primal needs, he rationed his food like Omega said, eating only of the first and second days of poisonous food, the later days were meant to kill. Playing dead, a single guard was sent to carry him to the incinerator, as he was not very heavy and a single guard could carry or at least drag him to the location. Moving very subtley, grabbing his soap knife, he cut the guard's throat, taking the guards metal combat knife and pistol, he silently made his way to find Omega. Finding his C.O., Xero tackled the first guard and threw his knife into the second one's head, beating guard 1 to death, Omega stood and grabbed the pistol Xero purposely dropped in front of him. "Alright, time to get out of here." Omega instructed. "Yeah, hold on." Xero said, choking the guard he was sitting on and punching him, the guard suffocated before internal bleeding killed him. "Alright, what's the first step?" Xero asked, the pair moved to the elevator, luckily no alarms had been sounded. "First we find our Vertebral Armors, then, if they're not able to be equipped normally, we steal the information capsules and escape, fight and don't die until the data is completely downloaded, then inject ourselves with our armor data, get suited up, and escape the city below." Omega debriefed. "And what makes you think that they haven't destroyed our armors?" Xero argued. "Those 2 technological amalgamations are worth more than the entire fucking staff's total annual salary, they're not going to just destroy it, the very thought is like Bill Gates burning his ocean of money." Omega countered. "Right, so, the plan is good enough, coming from you, how are we going to get to our armors without dying first?" Xero argued again. The door to the elevator opened. Every mook looked to the door to see who was there, they saw the pair and looked back to their own activities, then they realized who they just saw and got ready to fight. "Use style code: Desert Hawk." Omega commanded. "And what the fuck does that mean?" Xero querried. "DAMNIT XERO! VULTURE TACTICS!" Omega shouted at his subordinate's stupidity. "Oh, right, that one." Xero replied, charging forward. With the pair's masterful fighting skills, they recovered their armors and escaped the shuttle. Getting down to the city and fighting their way into safe-ish areas, they equipped their armors. Fighting for almost an hour, genociding the entire MBORF force, they reached the train station. "You lost." Omega taunted his speedy companion, smoking a cigarette. "Yeah yeah, stick it where it fits." Xero countered his heavily armored brother-in-arms, flipping him off. "What a sore loser." Omega sighed. "Yeah yeah, well, if I didn't have to fight a fucking artillery cannon, I would have kicked your arse." Xero argued. "Right, well, let's just take a breather for right now." Omega suggested, taking in a deep breath to emphasize his point. "Oi, well, we just owned those assholes, if you wanna make this 1v1, just say so." Xero challenged, resorting to gamer-speak. "No thanks, we need to get out of here." Omega declined. The train Omega had hoped for was rolling to a stop in front of them. "And that is our ride." Omega informed, about to flick away his cigarette. *BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM MOTHERFUCKING LOUDNESS* The train Omega had hoped for was crushed to shit. "Was." Xero cheekily corrected. 2 visors shined in the darkness. "I hope I offend you when I say your plan looks like a pile of shit." Xero insulted, leaning forward. The offenders revealed themselves, they were robot copies of Omega and Xero, suited up in their old armors, as the humans had stolen the new ones. "Holy SHIT, OUR OWN ACTION FIGURES, we're fucking FAMOUS man!" Xero liltily joked, nudging Omega forcefully. "So that was the catch, they needed recent battle data for those automatons." Omega analyzed. "I see, isn't this thrilling?" Xero querried, prepping the Boomknives. "As a matter of fact, it is." Omega answered, sounded mildly amused, summoning one of his Ballisticas and the Joy Colt. "Come on, let's fight, catchphrase time." Xero insisted. "Heaven or Hell!" Omega shouted. "Let's rock!" Xero followed up. Then they fought their robotic clones. It was tough, they sustained a lot of damage, but they did it. They may have taken out half a city in the process, but the robots were destroyed. Kary entered the equation. A long and very drawn out fight, involving deceit, realization, power-ups, destruction, and much more, it finally happened. Kary was dead. All that was left was Xero and Omega. Problem, Omega was taken over by the XV infection, directly by the XV itself, I might add. Omega used the unbroken half of the Light Arrow to try to hit Xero and kill him, Xero merely backed up from each swing. Xero tried to deny it, tried to deny that the man who he had grown close to, the one he trusted with his life, that Omega, the man who was Xero's only ally and hope for safety, as Xero was for him, was taken over by a deadly creature driven by violent instinct rather than conscious thought. "Come on, just give me my sword back, we'll find your gun, and we can get the hell out of dodge." Xero insisted, his voice was starting to falter. "Just how long do you plan on fucking around, Omega?" he continued, he was breaking on the inside, dodging the amatuer swings of the sword. "After killing ALL these assholes, taking out all of MBORF's army, and freedom is finally at hand, you're just going to let yourself get taken over by that... by that THING?" Xero's voice was desperate, clinging helplessly to the hope that Omega was actually alright. "Come on man, cut it out, you're not like this, you kill companions as much as I smoke, and I don't smoke at all." Xero sounded defeated, dodging further and further. "This isn't you, this isn't you at all, please, just stop this nonsense, we can escape, we can get out of here. We'll never have to deal with MBORF, Bio. Int., or any of this ever again. We can live a normal life, please." Xero pleaded, he was exhausted, and on the verge of tears. The infected Omega continues swinging. Xero was mad now. "Come on MAN! Fucking PULL IT TOGETHER!" Xero commanded, he reached behind himself, feeling the Joy Colt, he brought it up and put it against the infected Omega's head. Omega stopped swinging, he took a step back. Banging his head on the ground a few times, punching the scorched dirt, and stabbing the half of the Light Arrow into the ground, he got up, breathing deeply. "Ugh, *huff puff* *sigh* Thanks for that, *huff puff* now, come on, finish me off." Omega demanded his own death. "What? Why?" Xero questioned, he was confused. "I managed to suppress XV for the time being, you need to kill me before it regains control and makes me kill you." Omega explained. "Come on, walk it off, pussy." Xero crudely suggested. "Not possible, this thing is taking over my body and mind, I'm struggling to resist killing you right now, you need to kill me before it takes over again." Omega pleaded. "It wasn't supposed to end like this, man." Xero argued. "Circumstances got in the way, come on, you were the one who was going to cut my head from my neck, right?" Omega repeated the same words that Xero had said to him before the battle. Xero was tired and angry, grabbing the sword was all he could muster at the moment. "If anything, you were a great person to know, a better soldier, and an even better friend." Omega said his final words. "Tch, fuck you." Xero couldn't say much. He brought the sword up, ready to swing. "I'll see you in hell, chap." Xero said his final words to his comrade. "Heh heh, we'll all be waiting for you." Omega replied. Xero swung the sword wide, the deed was done, Omega was dead. Taking a few steps to some softer dirt, Xero collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. <> Waking up with a dry mouth and an aching head, Xero sat up and drank from his canteen, he only now realized he still had it. Replenished slightly, he got up and began digging, giving the remains of Askad's robot, Kary, and Omega a proper burial, if coffin-less. Standing at looking to the horizon, with half of the Light Arrow in one hand and the Joy Colt in the other, Xero left the city. Bolverk was no more, he disregarded his codename Xero, opting to use it as his actual name, as his real one had been deleted from his mind. He travelled far, disguised himself, got a good life, counterfeiting money and getting his health back up. In his mid-sixties, he found her. He found Enid, a young child abandoned by her family, forced to live on her own. He saw potential in the black haired girl. He took her in, raised her properly, taught her everything he knew, and most of what Omega knew, from what Xero could salvage from his juggernaut C.O.'s databanks. The time had come, at 90 yeards old, Xero had to fight MBORF again, the Vorpal Soldiers even had Warp-Able guns at this point, painted white. He and Enid fought them away, away from their home, their home in the ruins of New York City. That's when it happened. A Black-Hole-Bomb, Enid had ran away, Xero had slaughtered another quarter of the army before it hit. All he heard was a whooshing noise, his vision faded to black, his body de-aged. leaving him 19 again, his hair having white highlights to its normally bluish-black color. The darkness faded to blue, and he fell. Fell out of the sky, into a lake. <> "So then, I hit the water, got out, looked at myself, killed and ate a manticore, took a big drink of water, and found my way to Ponyville." Xero continued. The CMC stared at him, their wide, bright eyes glimmering in the light, but shining with confusion. "And that, my dear fillies, is how I ended up in Equestria." Xero finished his long-as-hell explanation. "We wanted to know how you got your cutie mark, bro." Scootaloo re-asked the CMC's question. "Oh that, that was easy, I wrote a message to Twilight asking to be turned into a pony, I wrote it in Japonese to piss her off. She still ponified me, and I learned how to turn myself into a pony at will, my cutie mark was there when I changed, it's the symbol on my power core, 'X' for Xero, but adding a knife to each side, like Omega had a horseshoe for Omega, and I guess he would have a bullet to each side, that one would be a bit weird, though." Xero gave the 10-times-shorter explanation of a cutie mark story. "But, wait, that doesn't help at all." Applebloom complained. "Well I never promised, as a matter of fact, I didn't even SAY that it was a useful story." Xero reassessed the situation. "Come on bro, you GOTTA have some wisdom for us, even some intelligence would do." Scootaloo pleaded. "Alright, here's my wisdom, work at your talents more, before discarding them, you could be throwing away your special talent, without realizing how good you are, 1 test is not proof, 10 tests is enough." Xero philosophized, using the basics of the scientific process to help him. "So, we should work at our talents more, to see if they really are our talents?" Sweetie repeated Xero's statement in the form of a question. "Yes, yes you should." Xero assured. "Alright, let's go, Crusaders!" Scootaloo took charge and led the group down the mountain path, carrying her friends down, Applebloom in one hoof, Sweetie Belle in the other. Xero watched the departing trio to make sure they left safely. Returning to his base, he still drew blanks on what he was about to do. Throwing his hands into the air in exasperation, he groaned in aggravation and left. It was almost nighttime, he went back to his town-house, watching the night sky for some time, thinking back to his life-story. He realized something. He was really fucking weird. He didn't care, he lived in Equestria, which was more than 1000 times weirder than him. He drifted off to sleep, briefly chastising himself for going into such detail with his tale, he didn't care for long, the past had passed and he couldn't change it. He slept silently, nothing penetrating his unconsciousness. His mind was exhausted. <> Carrying a depressed Pinkie to Sweet Apple Acres, Xero had to stun her, as she would be kicking and resisting him. He couldn't have that. Setting her on the ground, un-stunning her by hitting her pressure points again, he pushed her into the barn. "Happy Birthday, sadass." Xero said to her, giving her a Blood Blaster sonic-power jab to send her into the barn against her will. He briefly wondered what would happen next. Not immediately next, he knew she would complain, and then feel like a complete goddamn idiot for forgetting her own birthday. Xero wondered what the next big event would be. Checking his calender, he realized what came next. The Grand Galloping Gala was a few days away. He returned to his base, the thought of wearing a fancy suit to the Gala made him remember what he was going to do. He was going to make new armor. He sat down at his interface and got to work. Author's Note I'm not sure the real term for it, if there is one, but Vulture Tactics is the staple of fighting in the Madness Combat series, kill your enemies until you use a weapon up, then steal the enemy's weapons, and kill more enemies. HERE'S A CONTEST, DESIGN A LOOK FOR XERO'S NEW 4.0 ARMOR, I'LL PICK THE ONE THAT I THINK IS BEST. Include the following: headwear (must not cover his glorious hair), body (must cover his whole torso), gloves (must do something special), boots (must also do something special). THAT IS ALL I HEART YOU ALL, BYEEEEEE */caps-lock* //-------------------------------------------------------// It's time for your "Execution", Xero //-------------------------------------------------------// It's time for your "Execution", Xero Since nobrony posted any armor ideas, I'll just go with my own. On with the story. Xero looked to his companions. They were ready for the Grand Galloping Gala. He had shaved extra cleanly for this, put on his suit, a almost-black-it-was-so-dark blue tuxedo, with knife shaped buttons, and a combat knife for a boutenn'iere, the male version of a corsage. (not sure how to spell those and don't want to look them up) The Mane 6 and Spike were travelling via carriage. He looked to Scootaloo, his dear little sister, she was growing like a weed on steroids. She had a really nice dress (whose illustrator I credit fully, Veggie55 made this and I did not, check him out on deviantart for more.) https://camo.derpicdn.net/101a092dd276bf1d26973fd73fc1ee720498c8b7?url=http%3A%2F%2Fth04.deviantart.net%2Ffs71%2FPRE%2Ff%2F2011%2F192%2Fb%2F0%2Fam_i_doing_it_right__by_veggie55-d3m0kg4.png Xero was ready, Scoots was ready. The Mane 6 were probably already at the Gala by now, it had been about 10 minutes. "So, how are we getting there?" Scootaloo querried as Xero fed his tiger and phoenix. "Simple, I'm a ninja who owns a ninja." Xero laughed, summoning his awesome motorcycle. (Which is supposed to have front-facing machine guns and back-facing rocket mortars) https://camo.derpicdn.net/eb9594cea036bec2ec757140e5419edffc72d6cf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fi13.servimg.com%2Fu%2Ff13%2F14%2F63%2F15%2F45%2Fblue110.jpg "It's a beauty, isn't it? Come on sis, let's rock and ride." Xero directed, guiding the motorcycle outside. Sitting upon it, Scootaloo holding onto him from behind, he activated the Rider's jet flying function. Flying to the Gala faster than the speed of sound, the pair hollered. "WOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" they shouted to the heavens. It was thrilling. <> Scootaloo departed from the bike when they were above the Gala itself, opting to fly down rather than wait, Xero said he had a 'nice surprise' for the Gala goers. Scoots knew his well enough to know that a 'nice surprise' wasn't nice at all, it probably involved surprise heart-attacks and bleeding bodies. Landing on the ground and entering the front hall, Scootaloo saw that Twilight was standing next to Celestia, she was trying to talk but Celestia kept greeting those stupid guests. Scootaloo looked at all the pretty and fancy decorations, she looked pretty and fancy too, she walked up the greeting stairs. "Oh, hello, I don't think I've seen you here before?" Celestia was always happy to have new guests at the Gala, somepony to stir things up. "Yeah, first time, I'm here with my brother Xero." Scootaloo revealed. "Oh, okay, that's great, siblings, is he new to the Gala too?" Celestia was easily enthused at first-time Gala goers. "Yeah, he is, I need to go, I think he's arriving, I don't want to be here for the Fecal Trifecta." Scootaloo dismissed herself with the cryptic message, leaving through one of the side staircases "What is a 'Fecal Trifecta', Twilight, do you know?" Celestia asked her student. "I have no idea princess, it must be one of those new slang words, stupid butchering of the Equish language." Twilight lamented. Then it happened, the Fecal Trifecta. The Fecal Trifecta is when; Shit gets real, then, the shit goes down, and lastly, the shit hits the fan. It started with a song. https://img.youtube.com/vi/F4t4_0WFPj8/mqdefault.jpg Then the real chaos happened. Xero rode the Rider INTO THE GALA FRONT HALL! Jumping off of the speedy cycle, letting it go forward and giving it some altitude, he dismissed it a millisecond before it broke through the greeting stairs. He crashed his own body into the stairs, breaking a small Xero sized hole through it, he pulled himself out from the perforation. "WHHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he yelled, getting up the stairs. "What's up!? *faces Celestia* suck a DICK, *faces the crowd* go fuck yourselves. *faces Celestia* So, princess, I don't like you, why? I don't like daytime, yeah it's useful for seeing and stuff, but the NIGHT is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! LOOK AT THAT SHIT!" Xero commanded, grabbing Celestia under the chin and forcing her to face the window, which gave a perfect view of the night sky. "Right, oi, I hate you, go suck a bag of dicks, I'M JUST KIDDING, DON'T DO THAT, IT'S A REALLY BAD JOKE, I'm outta here." Xero dismissed himself, taking flight and swooping down the elaborate halls. "What the hell just happened." Celestia was shocked at the man's utter insanity. "I, I do not have a single clue." Twilight responded, she didn't even know what to feel about this. Xero departed to find the pony he would eloquently describe as 'She who brings the night'. He spread his royal blue wings and took to the sky. <> Gliding calmly through the peaceful air of the night sky, Xero found it. The gray tower with silver accents, as opposed to the blue-tinted white tower with gold accents. This was where Luna was. Landing silently on the platform, less than a meter away from the moon goddess, he stood next to her, reaching out a friendly hand and running it through her ever-blowing mane. "Hello, Xero, he who holds respect only for the night." Luna greeted, her speech patterns had adapted within weeks of seeing into Xero's dreams. "Greetings, your highness, the majestic, Princess Luna, tis a fine night you have made, as it always is." Xero greeted, not suppressing the tone of his accent, but not sounding posh. "It is always a wonderful experience, finding new subjects, exploring their dreams, I connect with them in ways nopony else can." Luna revealed. "That's nice, mind explaining what that big glowy thing is?" Xero pointed out. "That's the moon." Luna replied, resisting the urge to facehoof. "I know the one in the sky, but what is that shit way the fuck over there looking pretty damn threatening." Xero lost couth to bring his point across. "Oh, right, I was about to get to that." Luna informed, she turned to him. "When I was overtaken by jealousy at Celestia's undeserved love, trying to help her get over the departure of our parents, she cast me aside, I didn't know how to feel, didn't know how to cope with my emotions, I embraced the darkness, let it take me in, give me strength, give me power, Celestia, being in a rage and trying to keep things in their broken state, banished me to the moon, I could have gotten out at any time if the Elements of Harmony hadn't sealed me inside the moon's weak atmosphere." the dark alicorn went at length with her explanation. "But even when the Elements of Harmony cast the corruption out of my being, they didn't destroy the Nightmare spirit, the darkness that haunts anything and everything, not even the might of the Alpha and Omega power form can destroy it, nothing in Equestria can." the lunar princess continued. "Alpha and Omega? Isn't that, like, the First and Last?" Xero was confused at Luna's choice of words. "First and Last is Alpha and Omega existance, Alpha and Omega power is Highest and Greatest, not even the Highest and Greatest of Equestria power can kill the Nightmare Spirit." she reassessed. "But why are you giving me this information?" Xero had no idea where Luna was going with this. "That is where you come in, you see, not only has your presence empowered the NIghtmare Spirit, feeding off of your dark bio-energy, a result of your own species's genetices leading to violence and corruption, but you are not from Equestria, no force from Equestria can destroy it, but YOU can." Luna revealed. "So what, you want to kick that Nightmare Spirit's ass until it dies?" Xero simplified. "Well, you have a choice, be sent back to your home world, your absence weakening the NS, or taking the risk of death and fighting it, your victory destroying the NS, it's your choice." Luna proposed, her tone was grave and somber. "Princess, I hold enough respect for you to call you by 'highness' and 'majesty', I have a little sister who I am not done helping, friends that are more genuine than anyone I knew on Earth, besides Omega, I will stand and fight to protect the ponies, and if that means I have to perform deicide, so be it, I fight for honour, purge the wicked, the dark, and the evil, and the NS is about the purest form of all 3, I accept the fight, I will see you after I win." Xero accepted, his voice raising in power as he spoke. "Good luck." Luna offered as Xero flared his wings to fly to the battleground. "I don't need it." Xero dismissed. He flew off to face the NS, ready to fight to the last drop of blood. <> Landing dramatically, Xero stared the NS down. "So, spirit of darkness and evil and shit." Xero greeted insultingly. "Uh huh, and you're Xero, the one who had given me more than twice the amount of power as before." NS greeted, a mix of gratitude and apathy dripping from her words. "AlrIght bitch, I'm going to make you an offer, how about I beat the fuck out of you so hard you'll regret ever existing, deal?" he offered jokingly. "Hmmm, I'm going to have to decline." NS replied, she was not amused. Xero summoned the Masamune and 1 of the Boomknives. "Sorry, but, I was being polite, you have no say in the matter." Xero got into a fighting position. "Well, you're going to fight me? Good luck." NS taunted. "....... oh right, *long sigh* LET'S ROCK!" Xero was saddened, he was used to Omega saying his own battlecry before Xero followed it up with his own, without the older man, it seemed empty, impotent and meek, even when shouting. Charging at NS, Xero tried to slice at her, she took to the sky. She changed to her Nightmare Moon form in the moonlight, it looked epic. https://camo.derpicdn.net/7536767e09ce9a96fd5572c44d55101f5264269e?url=http%3A%2F%2Fi46.tinypic.com%2F2wc019v.jpg Xero armed himself with the Muramasa and the Masamune, holding the swords while gripping the Boomknives backwards. Coming at her like a bullet on steroids, Xero slashed and sliced and dodged and parried. The fight was going like a typical Dragon Ball fight, thousands of attacks were being thrown, but none connected. The stalemate reached a conclusion when NS suddenly tackled him, sending the pair to the ground. Stepping on the downed Blitzkrieg Master, NS prepared her final strike. "Any last words, you impotent foal?" she taunted. Xero looked up at her. She was a shapeshifter, and, like the XV, a mimicker. https://camo.derpicdn.net/bffcb226fe0264bf7a13a0c422a144487f3a720c?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffc04.deviantart.net%2Ffs70%2Fi%2F2012%2F279%2F2%2Fb%2Fnightmare_moon_color_by_maniacpaint-d5h006b.jpg "Yeah, I'll kill you as cleanly as possible, I want a piece of DAT ASS." Xerp taunted. NS crushed his ribs, the splinters of bone came forward because they were Good Guy Gregs like that, not piercing his intermal organs or anything. Xero grabbed NS's foot, tossing her off of him and sending her into an unbalanced state, he stood up, doing some quick field medical work, ripping the splinters off of the main bones, allowing the skin to scar over and stop bleeding. He was exhausted, NS had an aura of darkness and death looming around her, draining his life-force away. Breathing a bit heavily, he shot her with the Boomknives, doing no physical damage, but greatly discombobulating her own life force. Using the Blue Death and the Grudge, he shot her up, again doing no physical damage, but this was like an HP battle, and hers was dropping fast. Not giving her time to recover, he replaced the Grudge with the Joy Colt, shooting her 12 times with the .500SW magnum rounds, which were still greatly beefed up with full steel projectiles, incineration chemicals, poisonous light-trail tracing chemicals, and being charged with high power explosives. NS was infuriated, given a few seconds to do something, she blasted Xero with her most powerful life-drainer blast. Xero tried to block it, using the Aeroblade to use the 2.5 seconds he had to do the most damage possible, the blast still hit him. He was hit, drained almost to death, he didn't give up, he wouldn't give up until he died, he would fight within an inch of dying, and would continue. Using the Sephiroth for a series of massive slashes, he still moved, he was exhausted, getting really close to dying would do that to you. Resorting to the Blood Blasters, using the diamond-cuttingly sharp lines of energy and blood, and the sonic-enhanced punching, he continued doing massive damage. Getting hit again and again, both of them, they were getting tired, it was getting way too out of hand. Bringing the pair to another dimension, the Nightmare Realm, made entirely of a flat plain of perfect mirror-like material, the sky was of the night, the moon was full. NS recovered some strength, Xero still had a full battery, his mega-efficiency carbuerator allowed that, but his bio-energy was exhausted, running out fast, taking an adrenaline shot, Xero overcharged the Angel Blade, using his other hand for the Steven, the heavily serrated blade was doing hell to NS's life-energy. Keeping it up, he used all of his weapons, Bloodblasters, APS, Muramasa, Catalytic Lens, Masamune, Wolverine, Scorpion, Steven, Boomknives, Sephiroth, Dragon Pearl, Aeroblade, Plasma Pincer, Gravity Hammer, and most used of all of them, the Sword of Weakness to Swords. NS was getting really close to death herself, she was still regaining energy, though. She grabbed Xero, injecting him with her purest and most powerful darkness, blasting him and draining almost all of his remaining life-force. He laid on the ground, his armor was blown to shit, he was weak, defenseless.... Useless.... 'Don't start that self-degenerative thinking now, self, I still need to do this, fight to the last breath' he thought, trying to pull himself up, he found that he wasn't able to do even that, he decided to pull up some dying music. Notifications (2) He checked them. 1. Armor update completed, ready to deploy. 2. Unknown Weapon identified, code-number; Kary-4. Xero smiled maliciously. He started his theme song. https://img.youtube.com/vi/DYpN8skXeqE/mqdefault.jpg NS was scared, when your enemy comes walking out of the flames of death looking like a Horseman of the (fucking) Apocalypse, sporting that kind of tune, anyone would be scared. What did he look like? Something like this: https://camo.derpicdn.net/c03ff7ffb7012e92cae8a8a9c044eb615bc73e6e?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffc06.deviantart.net%2Ffs71%2Ff%2F2012%2F302%2F5%2F8%2Fdishonored___corvo_attano_render_by_ivances-d5jddda.png But with no belt-bound weapons, mark of magical stuff, hood, boots, or mask. The boots were still the same ones he had, but with a lot of small, needley spikes on the bottom and the blade reached down to almost the ground. Xero stabbed the Masamune and the Steven into the ground, the blades pierced through, marring the previously flawless landscape. He summoned the weapon code-numbered; Kary-4 The Executioner's Mask was a very powerful weapon, when equipped, it increased speed and perception to abso-fucking-lutely immense levels, it allowed the user to teleport, go really fucking fast, fly, and increased energy efficiency and consumption by 3-fold. Xero's inner workings gave him infinite energy, his new outfit could block as much as Omega's 6.8 armor, so anything besides explosives, .50cal rounds, and 7.62mm round, magnums didn't affect him, and melee hits did nothing. He equipped it, it attached to his Satanic Visor, creating the Satanic Executioner, a truly badass name for a truly badass weapon. His hair even became a mass of glowing dark blue energy. "Let's try this again, shall we?" he taunted, his voice sounded god-like, talking down at anyone and anything, the final piece of his heavens-high mountain of an ego. NS tried to attack, a series of quick, short teleportations from the enhanced Xero dodged all of the blasts. Like a ninja bred with an Enderman from Minecraft, he delivered several thousand sonic-enhanced punches over the course of less than 30 seconds. NS realized she was quickly losing. Xero used the Masamune and the Steven to finish her off, performing a scissor-blade-neck-slice. Letting the dark beast in a super-model body fall to the ground, Xero did, in fact, rape the body. Dismissing the Executioner's Mask, he stood still, he felt alive, god-like, satisfied in all primal areas, especially the need to kill. The Nightmare Realm dissipated around him, leaving only the body he had just desecrated, it faded to darkness and turned into a wisp of black fire, his residue fell to the ground with nothing to hold it, he kicked some dirt over it, in case something walked through this area any time soon. The black fire entered his body, he felt the power flowing through him, he absorbed the darkness, it felt exhilarating, he felt so much energy it took all of his discipline to not fly as fast as he could for, like, an hour or something. Luna glided down to the area where the man stood. "Well, you certainly have a way with fighting, not caring about your own health, so long as you manage to do your duty and deal with the enemy, you look quite amazing in your new armor, I might add, and lastly, twas odd, your raping off the corpse, but I presume it was a way of giving one last, if literal, 'fuck you'." Luna congratulated the tall-ish newly-armored long bluish-black and white highlights haired Raymanian biology man. "Thanks, it's nice to get some appreciaton, especially from somepony like you." Xero accepting the gratitude. "Right, well, there is one last step, you need to fill out this form." Luna debriefed, she levitated over a piece of paper. Using his newfound darkness power, he found that not only were his wings much large, expanding from 2 feet to 6 feet, and changing from pegasus shape to angel shape, the color was still the same, royal blue, he looked at the form, all he needed to do was write his name. Equestrian Citizenship and Social Security. Name: Xero Age: 19 Born: September 21, 981 A.N. (after nightmare) Height: 6 hooves 0 inches Weight: 156 pounds Mane Color: Bluish Black with White Highlights Coat Color: Light Grey Eye Color: Blue Turquoise. Race: Human Magic Aura Color: N/A Cutie Mark: https://camo.derpicdn.net/08b6134565e98c6145b2fb3e905f460fc45a5bb7?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthumbs3.ebaystatic.com%2Fm%2Fm5EOrzt6CEyvSn9ZzpwEuIw%2F140.jpg Military: Yes Rank: Class 4 General "Wow, thanks, I didn't even think about becoming a citizen, and I doubt I could have done it on my own, thank you, Princess." Xero bowed in respect to the awesome mare. "Xero, you are a true friend, you were willing to put yourself in front of the face of death to stay here with everypony you care about, you have my respect, as even I couldn't do that, for you, my friend, just call me Luna." the lunar deity informed, giving the tallish-man a slight bow. "Alright then, Luna, thank you, I plan on staying in Equestria for a long, long, very long time." Xero reveal his plans. The dark man and even darker pony took to the skies, utilizing their extreme skills of flying, the weaved throughout the darkness. Xero dismissed himself from the aerial dance, returning to the Gala. He found the place ransacked, broken, everypony had left, even the Mane 6, only Scootaloo remained, brushing her hooves through the plush carpet, acting like she was on ecstasy. "Huh? Oh, hey bro, are we going home now?" she asked in a relaxed tone. "Yeah, come on, let's rock and ride." Xero directed, summoning the Rider and getting on it. Scootaloo wrapped her forelegs around his torso, he revved the engine and took off like a really fast bullet. Soaring through the skies, returning to Ponyville, and then the town-house, the siblings entered their home. Xero helped Scootaloo remove her fancy dress, he removed his own fancy suit and re-dressed in his much more comfortable grey shirt with blue circle, opting not to wear a jacket. His ponytail wiggled at the slight motions of his body as he stared out of the window at the night sky. He felt the dark energy within him, as he had not completely destroyed the entity, the spirit was gone, but the magic was still available, it was up for grabs, basically, and he grabbed it. The very existance of the moon and the stars gave him strength, energy, power. He was connected to the night, not only on an emotional level, but on a spiritual level too, now. Xero though over everything he had at this point. I have a life. My life is peaceful. My life is safe. My life is happy. I have a little sister who is growing up fast. I have 7 great friends. A beautiful home. I have all the weapons I'll ever need. I have super stylish new armor. I have my health. I have my mind. I have my technology. I have happiness. I have a will to keep my life normal and peaceful. I'm not going to let anything fuck this up for me. Sliding from the window-sill to his pillow, Xero fell asleep. Drifting off to sleep, one last though ran through his mind. Things might get bad, they might get really bad, downright evil, hectic, chaotic, everything, but the willing and the prepared will make the ultimate success. But all in all, on a scale of 1-10.... Xero gave the night a 9001, he loved it much more than the day. Even with the automatic awesomeness boost. It was the BEST, NIGHT, EVER. Author's Note Well, that's it, eh? season 1 is done, and no, I'm not obsessed with Xero getting laid, don't even think about, and if you never though about it, continuing doing that and making things easier. It was exhausting to write this, maybe the NS's attacks do work. Okay, that's all for now. I <3 you all, byeeeeeeee. //-------------------------------------------------------// The Chaos hides in the Dark. //-------------------------------------------------------// The Chaos hides in the Dark. Doing the waltz through the castle gardens, Xero was having a good time, after finding out that he was not only royally enlisted, which WOULD have SUCKED SHIT, and then finding out he was immediately promoted to Class 4 General, which was exactly like a 4 star general, but ponies, and they were allowed to do whatever they wanted, pretty much. That was the case, as Xero had just spent an hour playing Hide&Seek with Aran and Derek, Mogar napped a lot, he was probably either half-dead or used sleeping charms on himself, and Xero really wasn't sure which one was correct. Waltzing into the statue section of the Royal Gardens, he looked at all the stony structures. Soldier ponies, a flag-bearer, stars, various painters painting stuff, he noticed that the painters were apparently either making self portraits or the sculptors had a sense of humor. It had to be the latter, because the former was too fucking hilarious to Xero. Continuing his waltz, he wished to visit the hedge maze garden and parkour along the walls. He stopped suddenly, and turned to the statue he was about to pass. It was the weirdest-ass creature he had ever seen, he read the small plate. "Alright, let's see, Discord, blah blah blah, draconequus, bleh bleh bleh, God of Chaos?" Xero asked rhetorically, he straightened up, looking at the supposed God of Chaos, who looked more like a really weird opera singer. "That's convenient, I was wondering about other deities' powers that I could steal, I'm already the Master of Darkness (Nightmare Spirit), now, I can also be the Master of Chaos." he thought aloud, summoning his weapons. "GIMME UR POWARZ!" he demanded, shouting like an angry gamer, shaking and attacking the statue with extreme force and speed. "I WANNA DO CHAOS, GIMME EM!" he raged, the stony surface of the statue was cracking. "I WILL DESTROY U M8, U WOT? Y U NO BREAK!" he threatened, his chronic-yet-suppressed insanity losing its suppression. The statue cracked open, Xero didn't notice as he was too busy shaking the form. Discord plucked the raging ninja from his torso, holding him by the sides of his head. "You can stop now, idiot." Discord informed, shortly before receiving the Plasma Pincer up the nose. "It's time to kill you and steal your powers of being the God of Chaos, I shall be INVINCIBLE!" the bluish-black haired man proclaimed. "Oh yeah? You think you can handle the POWER of MY JOB? You think you can DO IT BETTER THAN ME? I'll tell you something, 'M8', you can't even begin to imagine the sheer control I have over the uncontrollable, the powers of CHAOS run through my veins, I challenge YOU, puny mortal." Discord paused. "Y'know, you're really starting to PISS ME OFF, GET ON WITH IT!" Xero demanded. "You think you can handle my power? That you would SURVIVE IT? I challenge you, puny mortal, to a bet, I bet you, all of my Chaos God power, ALL OF IT, EVEN THE POWER TO GIVE IT AWAY AND TAKE IT BACK, if you can survive the absorbtion process." Discord was cocky. "So what? Is this like a 'Deal with the Devil' sort of thing? Do I have to give you part of my soul or something?" Xero analyzed. "You could call it that, so, wadda ya say?" Discord offered. "I say, GIMME THAT SHEEEEIIIIIIIIIT!" Xero accepted harshly. "Alright, but I must warn you," Discord started, he was actually summoning all of his power into a solild spell of tranfusion, "No being that I ever did this to survived. Absolutely 0% survival rate." he warned. "What are you? C3PO? Never tell me the odds." Xero chastised, his devotion to media gave him a LOT of reference power. "Alright then, THINK CRAZY!" Discord shouted before launching the ball of concentrated Chaos God power at the human. Xero, much to Discord's HEART-ATTACK did not die, he knew what was coming, he knew exactly what was coming, he had experienced pure chaos in his last 2 missions, the ones that didn't take his life, but left him an emptier man, the energy flowed around him, he absorbed all of it without a single sign of difficulty. Discord was panicking, Xero was ACTUALLY SURVIVING, he had kept his word, too, he had put every ounce of Chaos God power into that orb, and Xero was about to take it all. Xero, though not showing it, was using all of his willpower to not die, fighting the fatigue, darkening of the vision, and all that. His vision turned negative, his ears were ringing, he stayed standing, he was mentally exhausted from fighting the physical exhaustion. Suddenly, it all clicked into place, the power was fully absorbed. Xero, the new Master of Darkness (Nightmare Spirit) and Chaos (Discord), felt back up to normal. He looked at Discord, the former God of Chaos stared at him. "It was great doing business with you, ya stupid bloody twat." Xero insulted, he landed briefly, flexing his wings, which were not much larger, about 6 feet 8 inches, a small growth compared to a 3 foot difference from Form 1 to Form 2. Form 3 was still pretty cool. He started flying with his immensely powerful and now somewhat longer wings. Soaring high into the blue expanse of air and moisture, he flew to his heart's content. Turns out Discord could fly with those mis-matched wings of his, he raised himself to meet Xero face to face. Xero flew away from the former controller of chaos, moving a mile a second, Mach 5, he still couldn't control magic as he had neither a magical well nor a magical outlet. Archmage-level magical power, and no way to use it, he cursed his Battle Mage in DnD, that shit was rigged. He looked around, Discord was too far away to matter, and Ponyville was below. Going straight up, desiring to see his own sonic boom again, the bluish-black haired man broke the sound barrier with extreme force. He looked back down to see his boom. He stopped, his wings would have been ripped clean off of his body (if they weren't magically reinforced) from stopping on a dime at that speed. He froze, unblinking. He hovered there, breathless. He couldn't breath, he couldn't move, just stay suspended in the air. He was terrified, every millisecond bringing him a kilometer closer to shutting down and dying for no natural reason besides fear-induced-heart-attack. He stared at the symbol of death, of the harbinger, the destroyer of worlds. He was scared, it made him fear for everything as he knew it. It was hell, it was hell on earth, the Vileness God. It shat on the face of the laws of time, turning the day into nighttime, just to accentuate the amount of 'Everything is Fucked'. What was it? Well, just take a Luna-damned look. https://camo.derpicdn.net/e12cb1b45735018b6291e7eb715e6de92bd41abe?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffc00.deviantart.net%2Ffs71%2Ff%2F2012%2F236%2F8%2F9%2Fslenderman_symbol___gif___by_cagc360-d5cc05o.gif Xero prayed to the creators of everything that had to do with fatness, for help, and spicy foods. He liked spicy foods. Slowly descending, the shit had been wiped from the face of the laws of time, and it was daytime again. Touching down on the ground, he could feel the change just by the odd coldness of the ground, but the sun came and warmed the cobblestone streets up again. He was probably over-reacting, his first boom had been an X, so a more powerful version would either have more legs to that formation, or add a circle. Right? That made sense, right? Xero hoped to both Luna and himself that it was. <> Several days passing, no signs of anything abnormal. Xero calmed down more and more each day, he had almost forgotten what he had worried about. Scootaloo walked through the door, flicking her head to remove her hood from it. "Hey bro, what's up?" the not-so-little filly asked casually. Xero turned to face his sister, away from his table covered in wine bottles, wine glasses, and dry ice. "Not much, just enjoying some wine, how about you?" Xero answered. "Not much, Twilight is acting pretty wierd, like, insane weird, she keeps talking about how she needs a friendship problem to fix." Scoots replied. "Uh huh, I see that's probably an issue, an issue that I don't want to concern myself with." Xero dismissed the oddity. "Right, so, hey, can I get some of that?" Scootaloo requested. "You're, like, how old now?" Xero had lost track of time. "I'm almost 12." Scootaloo answered. "What? Holy shit, I had no idea, you look like you're 16." Xero observed. "Okay then, so, how about that sharing, eh?" the orange pegasus re-asked. "I don't give a shit, wine is actually good for you, so go ahead." Xero allowed. Scootaloo took a glass in her hoof, filling it, she took a big whiff of the stuff. "Smells like rotten fruit and fresh juice." the filly analyzed. "It basically is, fermented grapes, so technically they ARE rotten, I think, I'm no professional, but that is the basics of it, grape juice left to ferment and form ethanol, or liquor alcohol, actual alcohol is much different, and drinking it would be egregious." Xero explained, taking another swig of the dark red fluid. "Using the word egregious doesn't help me understand the effects of normal alcohol, and thus, using the logic of the crappy school system, I am tempted to drink it." Scootaloo mocked, taking a long drink of the grape-y drink. "Hey, 1; we are a proper speaking household, use the term 'shitty', and 2; egregious means both highly good and highly bad, so it could help save your life, or hurt you really badly, maybe even both." Xero listed educationally. "Right, so, logically, again: according to shitty school logic, now that I know the effects, I don't want to drink it, but I know that that isn't the truth, I don't want to drink it because I don't want to, what's the phrase? 'Risk it for the biscuit'." the pegasus filly re-assessed. "Heh heh, yeah, I hated school, only good part for me was when we left, did I ever tell you how I dropped out of school?" Xero querried. "Yeah, you killed your parents with a kitchen knife, and escaped, I can assume that the school-board called in concern to repeated absences, and the neighbors probably called the cops, by the time an investigation started, you had long since gotten the hell out of dodge." the orange pony extrapolated. "That is... exactly correct, I'm proud that you know enough about laws and government to know about stuff like that and how to figure out what happened, it speaks wonders for your future." Xero complimented. Scootaloo's face fell at the last part. "What's wrong?" Xero immediately picked up on the change of attitude. "I, well, I don't know what my future holds, I don't even have my cutie mark yet." Scootaloo lamented. "Break things." Xero suggested simply. "What? Why?" the younger sibling was confused now. "Whenever I get really frustrated, I break things, it helps calm down, and if you plan it, you can get rid of junk you don't want." Xero revealed. "That makes sense, what should I break?" Scootaloo pondered aloud. "Break trees, then, break rocks, THEN, break CLOUDS, AND THEN YOU BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER WOOOOOO!" Xero ascended in enthusiasm with each word for no discernible reason. "Alright, I'll do it." Scootaloo accepted, exiting the house and taking to the sky, Xero not far behind. They had work to do. <> The siblings flew fast and agile, doing professional moves with ease at several hundred miles per hour. Tonight was a night for watching the night sky, it was legitimately night now, Xero wondered that if he did his boom, it would turn to daytime, nonetheless, everypony was out and about, they could see the pair from the light trails they made. Scootaloo had a orange-yellow-white trail with stars, Xero had an electric blue trail with lightning. Xero stayed at the same speed his younger sibling did, keeping at least 20 meters behind her, however. She sped up, he sped up, she made a turn, he made that same turn. They were in perfect sync. Making a light-show, the pair flew with deadly velocity. Xero slowed down some. Scootaloo was faced with the visible Mach-cone, she flew faster and faster to destroy it. The cone narrowed, she flew faster. Time seemed to slow down, the Mach-cone compressed into a single line of energy, it flashed out in a very anime-like fashion. "Great fucking SCOTT, this is SO DAMN HEAVY!" Xero shouted to himself. It was a mystery how nothing was broken, maybe it was because the boom was about 5 miles up in the sky. That just made the ponies see it much longer. Everything seemed to become a thousand times more beautiful. It was.... .... ....... ......... ............. ................... .................................. ...................................... ....... The Sonic Starboom. https://camo.derpicdn.net/faa3ccdeee80eb7acd64f402e7018c34137376eb?url=http%3A%2F%2Fxn----8sbigobb2ambqn2a2oma.xn--p1ai%2Fphoto%2Faero%2Fkosmos_013_jpg.jpg Nothing could have been more glorious than that moment. Except the moment that occured several moments after. Scootaloo landed with the infinite grace that only somepony who just did their Sonic Boom could possess. Everypony else was still amazed at the blast. Xero landed beside her, putting on a pair of sunglasses, he poked his sister on the flank. "Dat plot, look." he pointed out. Scootaloo looked back at her flank, emblazoned over the originally orange fur was a 5-pointed star, slowly fading from red, to orange, to yellow, to green, to blue, to purple, to black, to gray, to white, to grey, to red again, then repeating the process again. It was adorned with a pair of orange wings, indentified by the black outlines, and a comet-like trail of light, bright gray with small rainbow colored stars mixed in. It was her cutie mark, which displayed her ability to fly like a comet, even through space, no doubt, and her special sound-barrier-breaking effect was the Sonic Starboom. It was the greatest cutie mark either of the sibling ever laid eyes on. Scootaloo cried tears of joy, she looked up and down the symbol, the star placed squarely upon her flank, the gray light trail tapering all the way to a point, running down her leg, stopping mere inches above her hoof. Same on both sides. The not-so-little orange pegasus filly was ecstatic. Xero poked it again, it let off a small burst of sparkles. "It's still got residual formation magic going on, it'll keep shining for about a week." Xero theorized. Scootaloo pushed from the ground to get up on her hind legs, she hugged her big brother tightly. "Thank you SO much for helping me, bro." Scoots gushed, the joy-provoked-tears still flowing. "Anything for you, sis, anything for you." Xero patted the happy pony on her back, half-way hugging her as she was almost crushing him, though his armor could take 1 ton of force before giving way, so he was fine. The 2 shared the happy moment. At this point, nothing could make this better. Xero got a notification that the upgrade for the Executioner's Mask, which amplified the energy efficiency and stat boost to 5 times more, and reduced the energy consumption raise to only 2 times, rather than 3, plus an aesthetic bonus of a demonic, tooth filled mouth design instead of blank, un-threatening mouth holes. It almost made it better, but fell short. This was the perfect moment. 'Maybe not perfect, a different scenario with different circumstances could be even better.' the thought crossed his mind, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Walking the tear-exhausted young mare back home, he decided that would be too far, the power of taking over the Chaos God energy had drained him somewhat, and the eye-orgasm of the sound-barrier-breaking special effect was enough to tire him out. Flying up to a cloud, laying next to Scootaloo, who had unconsciously curled up into a circle, he closed his eyes. Sleep came with the complete darkness, and his dreams were filled with chaos. The following days would hold new adventures, new excitement, events, all the good and all the bad that came with life. Xero was as prepared as he could imagine. Things were going to be fun. Hopefully. Author's Note alright, I think my writing speed is slowing down, I think, I always think that, and as it turns out, it's only been a day since the last chapter was added. This chapter was kinda short, I know, whatever, I thought it would be better to end it there. Next chapter will have stuff going on, like all the chapters do. I <3 you all, byeeeeeee. //-------------------------------------------------------// Live by the "Angel", Die by the "Blade" //-------------------------------------------------------// Live by the "Angel", Die by the "Blade" Xero was ready for tonight, it was the darkest night of the year. Nightmare Night, the Equestrian equivalent of Halloween. Xero had his costume ready. Summoning the heavy suit of armor, made of super-parameter alloys, able to block any projectile that wasn't an explosive or a .50cal round, the ab lights lit up blue, the flattened templar cross visor glowed blue, the gloves were his own, dark leather-like material and the mechanical parts for the Blood Wires and the Sonic Blasters attached to them, the boots were a similar dark leather, the heavy-duty rubber sole was replaced with a metal plate sole, thin-yet-durable spikes were placed upon each small platelet, the rest of the boot was just dark leather, with electricity insulation. It was a perfect copy of Omega's armor. The Power armor, as opposed to the Speed suit. Xero made his move. <> Xero could still fly in the suit, he had even dyed his hair red, though he kept the ponytail. He sped through the streets, he wouldn't dare parkour on the buildings, as the 2000 pound suit would easily break the straw-thatched roofs. Ponies left right and center were all dressed up, having fun. He ran into Twilight first. "Hey Twilight." Xero tried and failed to make his voice sound like his heavy-weight friend. "What the? Xero? What are you wearing?" Twilight was confused at the human's strange attire. "A 2000 pound suit of super-parameter alloy armor, capable of protecting me from whatever Equestria could throw at me, it's my costume, I'm going as my old friend Omega." Xero explained. The tall-ish man departed into the sky with nary another word, he wanted to find the others. Twilight was dressed as Starswirl the Bearded, Xero read a lot of history now because the stories were like RPGs. Sailing through the sky, Xero went to his friends 1 by 1, the Mane 6 were wearing; Applejack was a scarecrow. Pinkie Pie was a chicken, Xero found this to be funny, because now, Pinkie Pie and Scootaloo were absolutely nothing alike, they were like 2 peas located on different continents. Twilight, was, again, Starswirl the Bearded. Rarity was going as Princess Celestia, though with darker mane and tail, and much shorter stature. Fluttershy was a cat, a scaredy cat, to be exact, at least that was what Xero thought about it. Rainbow Dash, wait, where was she? *CRACKA-BOOM LIGHTNING AND THUNDER ARE REALLY LOUD* Xero almost pissed himself in shock. Turning around, ready to smack someone, in the face, with a sword, he found Rainbow Dash laughing like a fool. "HAHAHAHahahahaaaaa, oh dear Celestia, that was awesome." Dash choked out, she was overtaken by giggles and guffaws. "Riiiiight, I wasn't scared, you know that, right?" Xero asked rhetorically. "HA, like hell you weren't, the way you jumped and spun around." Dash argued. "Oh yeah, I just heard lightning and thunder, I'm not going to be shocked at the sudden loud-ass noise at all; said nopony ever." Xero countered. "You're just trying to be fancy-shmancy to score points with me." Dash changed the subject of the conversation with her joke. "What, does my posh brimish accent, rugged good looks, and extremely amazing flying skills not do enough?" Xero joked back. "Sadly for you, no." Dash replied. "Damn, I'll have to use intelligent charm then." Xero sarcastically changed his plans. "Tch, like you have 'intelligent charm', you're just as dumb as me." Dash shot down the fake plan, not realizing what she just said. "Bah, I think you don't realize how much you've insulted yourself." Xero pointed out. "Oh, fuck you." Dash went simple with her response. "I bet you would like to." Xero retorted. "Really? You don't have much charm." Rainbow's replies were getting shorter because she had to resist laughing like a maniac at the ridiculousness of the conversation. "HAH, I got charm comin' outta my ass." Xero went posh, just to contrast his words. "Yeah, real charming." Dash broke, she started laughing uproariously. The pair just laid on the cloud, laughing their asses off. This continued for several minutes, the insane laughter died down eventually, Xero's mind was void of thoughts, he sighed and stood up. "Heheh, a-ha-alright, I need to go, check on stuff." Xero dismissed himself about to fly off. "What kinda stuff?" Dash querried. "Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnngsss." Xero replied, quoting the Walking Dead like a pro. "Okay then...." Dash trailed off, looking across the ground to remember what she was doing before Xero showed up. <> Xero landed on the ground with the grace of a master ninja, which is logical, because he IS a MASTER NINJA. Walking through the town with his armor glinting in the moonlight, un-necessarily shined, because he cared, it was an unconscious respect to Omega, as it was literally a carbon-copy of the older man's armor. Entering town-square, the tall-ish man felt a disturbance in the force. Looking to the sky, he saw his favorite princess rolling up on the scene. Luna. The night-inspired decorated chariot glinted in the light, made of silver, with black engravings, the crescent moon with a black background, Luna's cutie mark, was painted gloriously on the front of the chariot. The lunar princess jumped from the chariot as it passed over-head, landing softly with flared wings. "*ahem* Greetings, subjects, it is I, your Princess of the Night, Luna." she greeted, raising her voice slightly to make sure everypony heard her clearly. Everypony heard, and they panicked. Ducking down, trying to make themselves as small as possible, Luna frowned at the evasion. "Excuse these assholes, your majesty, they just don't 'rekanyz', I, for one, greet you with open embrace and warm heart." Xero greeted, bowing briefly. "Yeah, come on, you highness, this place is full of dumb-fucks anyways, let's go do something cool." Scootaloo added, gliding into the conversation, she was dressed as a Royal Guardpony, specifically a Lunar Guard. "Hmmm, I am please by your offer, alright then." Luna accepted, she trusted Xero, and anypony Xero brought up, which would only be Scootaloo, but it was enough, the young pony was a good soul. "Your Princess of the Night departs, try not to cower in fear next time I just want to hang out with the common-folk." Luna said to the ducked ponies. The trio spread their wings and flew away. The ponies cheered that the beast had gone. <> The man, the mare, and the princess flew through the sky together, enjoying eachother's company. Landing on a large cloud, at least a few meters in diameter, the group stopped to breathe. "So, well, you 2 get along great, for opposite-sex-siblings." Luna observed, Xero ruffled his sister's mane before responding. "Yeah well, I'm a good guy, mostly, she's a good pony, mostly, and I'm the older of the 2, so I like to think we get along much better than most siblings do." Xero explained. "Better than the royal siblings, I know that." Luna trailed off, looking down. "So, should I beat Celestia halfway to death then? I need an excuse." Xero asked, he was being serious. "No, it's just, when she made her big mistake, she tried to blame it on everything else, and used her superior magical power to brain-wash the ponies into thinking so..." Luna trailed off again, she looked up, anger marred her visage. "But when I made my big mistake, she makes a MOTHER-DAMNED HOLIDAY ABOUT IT!" the dark alicorn shouted in fury. "Fury, Strife, War, and Death." Xero said for no immediately discernible reason. "The 4 Horses of the Apocalypse? Why are they being mentioned?" Luna's anger was replaced by confusion. "Well, I possess the powers of Fury and Strife, Darkness God powers from the Nightmare Spirit, and Chaos God powers from Discord, the other 2, War and Death, I wish to possess those powers." Xero sounded un-nervingly calm, though his words were of an insane heretic. "I see, your innate, uncontrollable magics, the ones that are bound to your very own DNA, they give you an insatiable lust for power, do they not?" Luna analyzed. "Yes, they also give me the insatiable lust for knowledge, and for dominance of all types, everything that I, as a human, am, is all formed from nobody-knows-how-long-of-a-time of growth, development, and advancement." Xero added. "Why are we talking about this?" Scootaloo asked suddenly. Xero and Luna shook their head in mental shock, the mental states they had entered where ones of higher imagination, lower perception, getting shocked out of said state would cause one's mind to void all active thoughts. "Right, hey, let's go back to Ponyville, I think everypony had calmed their tits/balls about all the 'Nightmare Moon' stuff, it's just stupid to assume things, and while it is more stupid to not make assumptions from observation, the former is what we're dealing with." Xero proposed, flaring his wings outward and getting into a hover. With little-to-no sense being made in his statement, Xero, along with the others, flew freely. They were just enjoying the little things. <> A triple Sonic Boom tore through the sky. Xero's Sonic X-Boom. Scootaloo's Sonic Starboom. Luna's own boom, the (very unoriginal but still cool) Sonic Moonboom, which appeared as though the waxing and waning crescents were attached to eachother via the points on the end. It was a moon-circle, basically. The ponies on the ground were amazed, Xero was relieved that his boom was back to being blue. Landing on the ground again, the trio looked to the ponies staring at them. "*Ahem* Are you not entertained?" Xero querried. Everypony cheered. Taking in the applause, the 3 separated, Luna to go enjoy time with the commonfolk, who were, surprisingly, more loyal and faithful than the high-class and noble ponies that actually lived near her, enough to know what she does. Xero and Scoots made their way through the city streets together. They were approached by Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Rainbow Dash. "Scootaloo! That was..." Applebloom trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Amazing!" Sweetie Belle piped up. "Aw, it was nothing." Scootaloo dismissed. "How could it be nothin'? Ya even got yer cutie mark!" Applebloom pointed out. The trio looked at Scootaloo's flank, emblazoned upon it still was her cutie mark, the color changing star with the orange wings, grey light trail, and rainbow stars mixed into the trail, running down her leg, ending a couple of inches above her hooves. "Oh, this, yeah, I've had it for, like, almost a month now, didn't you 3 see my first Sonic Starboom?" the orange pegasus skepticized. Rainbow Dash landed next to her. She poked Scootaloo's cutie mark. It was a cutie mark. "Well, I have to say, that move was SO AWESOME." Dash praised, making the 'why wub woo' face in the process. "You really think so?" Scootaloo querried excitedly. "Yeah, it was amazing, a boom like that, or one like mine, could easily grab ponies' attention, and win them over with pure coolness." Dash informed. "Heh, well, that's pretty cool, I, I don't even have anything to say, but me and bro need to be somewhere, right?" Scoots tried to dismiss the pair from the conversation, not to be rude, she seriously didn't have anything to say, "Uuuhh... Right! To the liquor store! WOOOOOOOH!" Xero cheered, taking flight. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!" Scootaloo cheered as well, taking flight after her brother. "Wow, that is so... what." Dash was completely left-fielded by the sudden development. "Isn't liquor, like, poison?" Sweetie querried the cyan mare of the trio. "I.... what?" Dash was still left-fielded by the development. It wasn't the whole 'Xero and Scootaloo drink alcohol together' thing, no... It was the 'Scootaloo didn't want to talk to her' thing. Not even 6 months ago, the orange filly had pestered her endlessly about teaching her to fly, showing her tricks, being her Number 1 Fan. Now she had blown her off, even after she had praised her about her skills and moves. Xero had changed Scootaloo. Dash wasn't sure if it was good, the filly was being de-sensitized by the man's regretless attitude. The cyan mare had to do something about this. She was probably paranoid, but the keyword was 'probably'. She took flight, she needed to prepare. <> Xero lounged on the couch, reading the day's newspaper, he was relaxed, a glass of wine, one of many, sat on the couch-side table. The door was knocked on, shortly followed by being opened. *click-click* Xero set the newspaper calmly on the table, downing the glass of wine and standing to face his supposed attacker. "Xero, I would suggest sitting down." the less-than-feminine-but-still-female voice offered, the tone was a mix of contempt and holier-than-thou, Xero sat down, sighing. "What have you come for?" he querried, he did not know who his attacker was. "I've come for your sister." the voice replied. "I SWEAR IF YOU HURT HE-" he stopped. It was Rainbow Dash, she looked really mad at him, she was holding a short rifle, which was being pointed right at his head. "Dash, what are you doi-" he was cut off by the cold metal of the barrel being pressed against his skin. "I'm here for Scootaloo, I've been watching you, Xero, you're supposed to be taking care of her, not making her an anti-social alcoholic, which, by the way, the latter is highly illegal." the opposing pegasus informed. "So what? You're just going to waltz in here and take her from me? I'm not letting you take her without a fight." Xero warned. "I'm the one with the weapon, here, I call the shots, and take them." Dash reassessed. Xero wouldn't be able to dodge a shot at less than half a meter's distance, his breathing shallowed slightly. "Right, so, where is she?" RD demanded, letting her anger into her voice. "She's in school, it IS time for that shit, right?" Xero vaguely remembered that school started around 8am and let out at 3pm. "Xero, it's sunday, she's either here, or out." RD analyzed. *click click click click* "Stop now, Rainbow Dash." Scootaloo entered the equation, keeping her dual Desert Eagle XIX models trained on the older pegasus. "What? How? You couldn't have gotten a gun like tha-" Dash's outward contemplating was cut off by Xero snatching the gun away and smacking her in the face with it, hard enough to knock her to the ground and make a sick crunch sound. "You've met a terrible fate, you're lucky that you're so important to the public, or else I would have already shot you." Xero said, his voice grim, he had one foot placed squarely on her chest, keeping her down. "What.... how?" Dash was confused, sure, Xero was a great flyer, but how did he have moves like that? "I'm a human, we poison our air and water to weed out the weak." Xero started, jabbing the cyan in the mouth, contemplating fucking everything and shooting her anyways. "Whaaa......." Dash was still shell-shocked about how the tables had suddenly turned. "We set off nuclear radiation bombs in our only bio-sphere." the tall-ish man continued. "I, I don't...." RD stayed silent. "We NAILED our GOD to a STICK!" Xero shouted in the mare's face. "Don't fuck with the human race, or you'll end up far worse than dead." Xero warned, his tone was as grave as mortally possible. The bluish-black haired man straightened up, pushing RD against a wall and sitting her up. He looked at rifle, keeping the Masamune between the mare and the door, the dark matter it was made of would crush the pony effortlessly. "The Carcano Fucile di Fanteria Model 91/38, on my planet, the one where all that stuff that I said happens, this is a rifle made in Italy, chambered in 6.5x52mm rifle-type ammunition, made for reliability in an increasingly deadly time-period, this was the same model used by Lee Harvey Oswald to assassinate U.S. President John F. Kennedy while the latter was riding in the Presidential Limousine, not only hitting his target 4 times, but decapitating him, causing the head to rip from the neck out of pure force from the bullets hitting it, it is looked down upon and anybody who owns one is considered at least a mentally ill person, if not heartless and stupid for supporting an infamous murderer." Xero monologued. He looked down at RD, smacking her across the face again. "Get the fuck out of my house before I either force you out and/or rape you." Xero commanded with Fury, being the Master of Fury (darkness of the NS) and Strife (chaos from Discord) had its perks now and again, even if he could not directly control the magic. He lifted off of the beaten mare's chest, the injured pony made her way quickly enough out of the door. Xero jammed the gun and proceeded to throw it at the offending mare. "And don't come back." Xero shouted his last warning like the crotchety old man that he was, but his body didn't show it. The angry young-and-old-at-the-same-time man slammed the door shut. "Bloody twat." he said the final insult much quieter. "So, how fucked are we?" Scoots asked, bracing herself for the answer. "I would have to say, not at all, you and me, Scoots, we're like 2 peas in a pod, RD used to like me, she was probably PMSing like a fire-hydrant, and got really pissed off that me and you are so close, she's not the Element of Generosity, she was just missing you as being her ego-masturbater, noting more." Xero assured. "RIght, she seemed like that, anyways, I need to go and help the other crusaders earn their cutie marks, we're still crusading, even if I'm just helping." Scootaloo said, dismissing herself and taking to the sky. Watching his little sister fly from the house, Xero set out for his day's chosen activity. He no longer liked living on the ground, and he had the internal magic to walk on clouds, so it was obvious. He was going to build a cloud-house. <> The acquisition of building materials was easy, turns out, a special device could make water-less clouds for building. FOR FREE. The only real cost was that it used magic, which was infinitely regenerative throughout the planet's entire atmosphere. Purchasing the best one he could get, getting it plated in gold and diamonds just because he had several fuck-tonnes of money. Creating the materials, using his strength and dexterity to compress them into concrete-hard lighter-than-air objects, building a veritable fortress. A greek temple style pation, with fancy pillars and a nice, wide area to roam on, he made the thing very big. With 3 stories, 1st floor, 2nd floor, and basement, raising the mass itself to rest on top of the large cloud platform. The roof was designed to hold solar panels and water, not only using it for hydro-electric generators, but purifying it to drink. Using cube-tonian physics to assist him, the Minecraft style of building, he made the thing impeccably strong, with 1 meter thick walls, nice open windows made of ice, even using a special function on the cloud maker to acquire dissolving crystals that would turn into water, using those for glassware, as it was much more efficient than real glass. A big kitchen, wide open living room, with a big side closet, clothing rack, a chair and a 2 couches, 1 was a 2-seater, the other was a 3-seater. 4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms; 1 for Xero, with 1 internal bathroom. 1 for Scootaloo. 2 other rooms for either guests, or 'guests'. 1 bathroom on the top floor. 1 bathroom on the first floor. The last bathroom was in the basement. Setting up his machines in the basement, setting up a 2nd terminal and everything. Furnishing the rooms, hauling everything from the town-house to the cloud-house. The project took a total of about 8 hours, chacking the clock, Xero found it to be 6pm. This was 1 difference between himself and Omega, Omega was content, Xero wasn't. Making everything more fancy than Martha Motherfucking Stewart, even adding rainbow waterfalls, running through extremely intricate paths and looping back around to the top and falling again, so he wouldn't have to replace the rainbow liquids every time it all ran out, as it wouldn't. The construction was complete, Xero looked at his craftsmanship, it was amazing. He flew off to find his sister. he needed to show her this awesomeness. <