"Discord!" Celestia yelled out.

"Q!" I yelled at the same time, looking around wildly.

"The fuck you talking about?" Schmidt asked, getting a mild grin from me.

'I'm so proud of him! He used his first English swear!' I thought, grinning.

"Q's a character from Star Trek, and has the same exact voice as this Discord bloke." Blake explained, surprisingly enough.

"Show yourself!" I shouted when I couldn't locate him. All I got was laughter, but also felt something in my mind, forcing me to look at a certain window. It was the one that has Discord holding the three pony types on puppet strings. All of a sudden, my body suddenly went rigid and I looked at the group, unable to control my body or voice.

"Ooh! The fun I can make with this body!" Q, or Discord, said in my mind, causing me to mentally growl at him. He ignored me and started talking to Celestia, moving in front of a window. Something he said caused Dash to yell and rush us, but Discord seemed to grant my body the ability to teleport because we suddenly appeared next to Dawn, while Dash couldn't pull out in time and faceplant into the window. Somehow, the bloody thing didn't shatter.

After a few minutes of watching Discord (using my body and teleporting to whoever he was talking to. Didn't seem to say anything to the other humans, though.) and the others trading words, there was a single, sinister laugh in the back of my mind and I fell forward, only to be caught by Fluttershy, Dawn, and Applejack. I brought them down with me, but their attempt to keep me up kept me from hitting the ground hard.

"Ugh... The fuck just happened?" I groaned as a splitting headache came upon me with force. Dawn still had that fucking neutral face of his, blocking out some of the light.

"Discord took over your body, Mark." Dawn said, right as the changeling landed on my chest. She chirped while tilting her head to the side, clearly worried for me.

"I-I'm fine... Just got a bloody big headache." I weakly grinned, rubbing her head and glancing at AJ. She looked away with a slight scowl and a look of disgust.

"Are you sure that's all you're feeling?" Fluttershy quietly asked, helping me to my feet as I put the changeling on my head. She seemed to like the perch, and settled down with a content chirp.

"As of right now, yes." I replied, smiling a little.

'And a little hurt that Applejack refuses to see the truth, even if it's staring her in the face. She's the Element of Honesty for fuck's sake!' I thought, and from my look at AJ, Fluttershy seemed to understand what went through my head.

"I'll go talk to her, Mark." Fluttershy whispered in my ear before flittering off, right as Twilight got done decoding a riddle or something.

"What in the name of unwashable and indestructable ass grease are you talking about, Twilight?" I asked, causing Gallan and Schmidt to snicker.

"Don't you remember telling me that riddle?" She asked, confused.

"All I remember is Discord taking over my body, voice, and everything except my thoughts. What the hell was the riddle?" I asked, folding my arms and raising an eyebrow.

"Discord said, 'Twists and turns are my master plan. And you will find the Elements, back where you began.'" Dawn recited, causing Twi to nod.

"Which means that the Elements are in the Castle Labyrinth!" She exclaimed, causing me to facepalm.

"You don't understand riddles, do you?" I sighed. "Riddles are designed to trick you into thinking of one thing when the answer is staring you in the face." I then turned to Dawn. "Where did the six of them first get together as a group?" I asked.

"The Golden Oaks Library in Ponyville." He answered.

"There's the answer. Think hard about the second half of the riddle." I deadpanned, looking back at the unicorn.

"I still think I'm right!" She stubbornly exclaimed, before the six of them were teleported outside by Celestia, who frowned at me.

"Ugh, I didn't have to deal with this shit in the Corps... Alright, Gallan. I need you and Duffy to go and help them." I said, and when they nodded, Dawn teleported them away. Looking out of one of the only non-stained windows, I saw them appear, while I was suddenly dragged out by something that wasn't a teleport.

"Son of a bitch!" I swore when I noticed that I, along with Schmidt, Doc, and Blake were on the ground, dazed as fuck.

"The hell you doing here?" Gallan asked, helping me to my feet.

"Don't know, man..." I muttered, helping Blake up as he was the closest. A yell was heard from above as Williams decided to, literally, drop in, because his parachute suddenly became as flyable as a brick.

"Look out!" He shouted, right before a trampoline popped out of nowhere and he 'comically' hit it before crashing into me, sending the changeling that was clinging to my head like I was a life preserver flying.

"Fucking dammit!" I growled, shoving him off of me and sitting up, as Doc looked him over and Dash flew upwards, probably going to get the Elements the lazy way.

It was pretty funny when her wings disappeared, as did Fluttershy's.

It was even funnier when Twilight and Marshmallow had their horns disappear at the same time.

We humans were kinda pissed when our weapons disappeared, but every one of us could kill with our bare hands and/or our teeth, if the need should arise.

"I swear to God..." I muttered, looking around as more insane laughter from Q sounded.

'Discord or not, I'm gonna bug him by calling him 'Q' instead.' I thought, and suggested that the others do the same. The humans agreed, while the ponies ignored me and kept freaking out, save for Pinks and AJ, who didn't lose any limbs.

Suddenly, his Q-ness appeared, while lightning flashed behind him as he gave off an evil laughter. He ruined it by stabbing a lion finger down at us.

"You should see the look on your faces!" He exclaimed, before taking a moment to think. "Oh wait, you can!" And with that, several floating mirrors appeared in front of us. I chucked mine back at him with a scowl.

"Why are you doing this, Q?!" I asked. The girls looked at me like I was crazy, but Discord laughed and nudged my shoulder, causing me to want to sock him.

"Why am I doing this, Mark of the USMC? Simply because I can!" He exclaimed, teleporting away as I swung my fist at him.

"Stop dicking around, Q. Tell us what you're playing at." I growled, crossing my arms as I glared up at him.

"Oh, all right! I want to play a game, and here are the rules!" He said, popping next to Twilight.

"The first rule; no flying, magic, or firearms." He said.

"The FIRST rule?" Dash skeptically asked, causing him to zip behind her and onto a hedge.

"The second rule is that everypony has to play or the game is over." He said, before grinning. "And I win!"

"Bah!" I scoffed.

"Good luck, everypony!" He exclaimed, teleporting off.

"What's gameplan?" Schmidt asked.

"Since Dipcord said everypony has to play, we don't have to do dick. It's not violating the rules." Gallan said, checking his pockets. "Also, he said no firearms, so I take it that we have some sort of weapons on us. Check for your knives and shit."

"Still got my shakeweight." I said, pulling out my energy sword. They all had either bayonets or combat knives, with the exception of Blake, who had nothing.

"I knew I should've taken my fucking tomahawk when we left..." He groaned, pushing his palm into his face, which he had taken the mask off for the moment just to properly facepalm. The changeling chirped and poked me with her horn.

"Well, you can at least stab or bite something." I softly said, rubbing her head.

"You're not following the rules!" Q's voice called out tauntingly.

"Actually, we don't have to play! We're not ponies, and a changeling is a completely different species!" I yelled back.

"Well, could you please play?" He asked.

"We'll see." I muttered, before looking at everyone that was there.

"We're going in, aren't we?" Gallan asked,lightly sliding his thumb over the blade of his knife.

"Everyone excep-" I started.

"Ohh! Let's have some unintentional chaos!" Q shouted suddenly, and there was a sudden bright light as a fucking Blackhawk helicopter came hurtling straight at us.

"FUCKING SCATTER!" I shouted, grabbing the filly and getting the fuck out of there. Several seconds later, a loud ass thump sounded as the heli hit the ground, but from the sounds, it was still operational.

"Shit!" Schmidt groaned, several feet away.

"New plan! Williams, go after AJ for me. Schmidt, go after Twilight. Everyone else, after the pony you fuck! And don't look at me like that Gallan, I know you and Pinkie fuck each other when the Cakes are out." I shouted, sending a deadpan expression with the comment.

"What are you gonna be doing?" Schmidt asked, looking back from the entrance to the maze.

"Checking for survivors, then I'll meet up with you." I answered, looking towards the Blackhawk as the others went inside the maze. They had to go through a wall of hedge, but Q let them through.

The filly returned to my shoulder and gave me a look that pretty much said 'get the fuck over there'.

"Do you sense anybody in the crash?" I asked, starting to jog while pocketing my energy sword.

'One, in pain.' She replied in my mind, causing me to faulter for a second.

"You can speak in my mind?" I asked.

'Kinda. It's something changelings can do with someone they're close to.' She replied, shrugging.

"How old are you, anyway?" I asked, continuing my jog.

'I'm not a foal, if that's what you're asking. Changelings age differently than ponies.' She replied. 'I'm actually the same age of, Applebloom, I think.'

"Then how come you can't say anything other than chirps?" I asked, finding a flashlight on the ground near the Blackhawk. I didn't even question shit at this point, I just turned it on and used the fucker.

'I... Don't know, actually.' She admitted, hopping off of my shoulder and pointing into the cockpit, where a few sparks were actively flying around.

"Son of a bitch... Thing's flyable, but it'll need some fixing up." I muttered, wondering why in the fuck the sky was dark. I took a look outside and gave a certain pest the finger when I noticed him hovering about five hundred yards away, making it almost pitch black around the crash site.

"Ugh..." Someone groaned from the cockpit, causing me to point the beam of light in the general direction of him.

"Welp, found a survivor." I muttered, going around and popping open the small door next to the pilot's seat, catching him as he fell out.

"FUCK!" He screamed in pain, as blood trickled out of a gash on his elbow.

Scratch that, his artery was cut the fuck up by the bone sticking from where his elbow should be.

"Shit! Apple, look for anything remotely like a first aid kit!" I barked out, hesitantly dragging him out of the chair, trying my best to not fuck him up anymore than he was already.

'Did you just call me Apple?' She asked as she dug through the shit in the back, tossing spare magazines and sunglasses left and right. I think she even threw a fucking LAW out the far side, as I did my best to stabalize the pilot.

"Fucking hell, I'm not a fucking corpsman!" I growled, checking over for rips and shit.

"I feel cold..." He groaned.

"What's your name?" I asked, lightly slapping his face while removing his cracked helmet.

"D-Daniel Smith..." He coughed, sending a little blood from his mouth.

'Something's punctured, too.' I grimly thought.

"Mine's Mark. Listen to me, alright?" I requested. When he nodded, I continued. "I need you to stay awake, no matter how painful it gets. Stay awake, and you'll live to fight another day." I said. "I don't like doing this, but I'm ordering you as a General, Private First Class Smith. Stay awake!"

"Y-Yes sir..." He groaned.

"How's that kit coming?!" I shouted, shining my flashlight at the pair of glowing blue eyes. A second later, she reappeared with something that made me grin.

'Here. I guess you adopted me, because I have no family. Might as well stick with you.' She said, placing it by my knees.

"Hell, I was a parent already. You shouldn't be too much compared to human children." I muttered, popping it open and grabbing rolls of gauze, not even fucking caring about sterilizing the wound at this point.

"And I win!" Q's voice echoed out suddenly, causing me to sigh.

"Fucking... Go get the one with the cross on his helmet and drag his ass here if it's necessary. I need him here two minutes ago." I sighed. Apple nodded and flew off, as I did my best to wrap his ass up and keep him from bleeding out.

"What was that?" Daniel asked, his eyes weakly trailing after the changeling as she flew towards the area where that bloody maze used to stand, now being little more than a foot deep crater.

"Just one of the locals. What's your blood type?" I asked.

"I-It's taped to my boot. It's getting hard to remember stuff, right now..." He stammered, causing me to look down at the closest boot.

"Alright, we're the same blood type." I said after seeing that he was O-.

"Why're you asking?" He asked, as I kept my eyes on Doc as he booked it towards our location, the other humans (and Twilight) right on his ass.

"Buddy, the only chance you have at this point is if I give you my blood." I replied, carefully wrapping my arms around his torso like I did to Doc about a year ago. "Now, try to relax, you have fucked up ribs." I grunted, lifted him up and dragged him to the other side as Doc slid to a stop next to me.

The little blood type bit is true, both of us have O- blood.