After Doc more or less got Smith stabilized, I glanced around before frowning.

"Where the hell are the others?" I asked Twilight, who looked kinda pissed/depressed.

"Over there. They're... Different." She replied, nodding her head over at the group of five mares that were arguing with each other.

"Never thought I'd say this, but Fluttershy's a bitch now." Doc said.

"Rarity's a hoarder." Blake added.

"Dash ditched us for 'Cloudsdale'." Duffy inputed.

"Pinkie is snapping at anybody who laughs, even if it's not at her." Gallan sighed.

"And... Applejack has become a compulsive liar." Williams finished.

"Elements of Disharmony. Lying, Greed, Abandonment or some shit, Bitchy, and Fun police." I muttered, rubbing my hands over my face before looking at Twilight.

"Yes?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I need you to make a stretcher and help this man up to the castle for medical treatment." I requested.

"Why can't I just teleport him?" She asked, probably already preparing to do so.

"Because if you do, he'll go into shock, and that's not a good thing. He's already lost a lot of blood, and is going to need a transfusion if he's going to live." Doc explained. "Add broken bones and internal bleeding to the list, and you have a recipe for disaster." He added. Twilight frown but nodded, flaring her horn and a stretcher appeared out of nowhere. I helped Doc get Smith onto it, before turning to Schmidt and Gallan.

"Yes?" They both asked, snapping to attention.

"I want you two to take inventory on what's here. If you don't know what something is, ask Duffy. The rest of you, keep them," I said to the rest of them while pointing at the other elements, "here until Twilight teleports back. I'm gonna be stuck up in the castle until I get unfucked from losing a large amount of blood, so I'm putting Blake in charge." I finished, grabbing one end of the stretcher while Doc got the other.

"Lead the way, Ms. Sparkle." Doc said, while Apple flittered up onto my head and settled down. Twi blushed a little at Doc's formaity, but nodded and lead us off towards the castle.

"So..." Smith groaned, causing me to glance down at him. "The inhabitants are bloody talking horses..."

"We prefer to be called ponies." Twilight replied. "And Mark... I've been meaning to ask you something but I couldn't really seem to figure out how to." She then said, looking back at me.

"Shoot." I said, then realized that my gun (it was an MP5 at the moment) was strapped across my chest. "Not literally."

"I've seen you use your left hand when you're writing and using that gun of yours while everypony else is using their right hands. Why?" She asked.

"I'm left handed." I replied with a casual shrug. "Out of six billion people, only ten percent use their left hands or both to write and do certain tasks." There's no way I'm telling her I jerk off with my left hand, considering that I shake hands/hooves with my left hand.

Doc seemed to get what I didn't tell her, since he leaned over Smith.

"I'm never shaking your left hand again." He muttered, allowing only me and Smith to hear it.

"You're smart then." I quipped. Smith let out some pained laughter.

"What's so funny?" Twilight asked, looking back at us again.

"It's a human thing. I think." I replied, not entirely sure if ponies masturbated or not.

"How much further until we get to the infirmary, Twilight?" Doc asked.

"About five minutes, why?" She asked. I took a glance down at Smith and grit my teeth. Poor chap was not going to last five more minutes if we kept him on this stretcher.

"Because we need to be there seven minutes ago. Start jogging, dammit!" I said, already picking up my pace to a light run, forcing Doc to keep up with me.

"I don't get paid enough for this..." Doc groaned, panting a little.

"You don't get paid at all!" I shot back.

"I know, but I've never got to use that line before!" He chuckled. We burst through the front doors to find everyone that didn't teleport out (or in the case of Williams, drop in) raising their firearms at the four of us.

"Duran, take my place! Callum, take Doc's! Follow Twilight to the infirmary, and haul ass. This guy's got less than three minutes before he's chest deep without a paddle." I ordered without missing a beat. They quickly did what I ordered, allowing Doc to rest for a brief moment.

"The fuck's going on, sir?" Connor asked, sliding his gasmask up and looking down the corridor that the other group just went down.

"Long story short, Discord won, and the group of humans that were outside, including me, were almost flattened by a Black Hawk that he brought in." I said, nodding at Doc.

"The pilot'll live, but we need to get blood in him. What's his blood type?" He asked, looking at me.

"Anybody else have O- blood?" I asked. Huka rose his right hand, allowing his Famas to fall to his side. Funny thing, his Famas is kinda like mine, but just doesn't run out of ammunition. It'll overheat, and it can't change into different guns, but it's a good spray-n-pray weapon now.

"Huka, come with me and Thompson. The rest of you lot, get outside and try to get that Blackhawk back online." I said, before walking down the hallway after Duran, Callum, and Twilight.

"Feels oddly familiar..." I heard Callum's voice echo down the hallway.

"Probably because we've had to do the same with General Mark." Duran replied. I was about to yell at them when Schmidt yanked on my sleeve.

"What is it?" I asked, looking at him.

"Something in the helicopter requires your...expertiese, sir." He explained, causing me to swear.

"Doc, go on ahead and drain Huka of his blood. I'll be there in a bit." I said, already walking off with the German.

"What exactly are we looking at?" I asked, getting into a light jog.

"Duffy said something along the lines of RPG, but I don't know exactly. English is still a little confusing." He replied, causing me to swear some more.

"Alright, go tell everybody that I want them to back off about thirty feet. I'll be there in a minute to get rid of it." I said, causing him to nod and run off.

'Even Q brought a dead man to this place...' I thought with a frown. 'What's next, Twilight bringing in a fucking Destroyer?' Great, just jinxed myself.

[In the castle]

"Ah, Dawn! It's so wonderful to see you again! How about a big hug!" Discord said from my office chair, before propping his feet up on my desk. I simply stared at him.

"What's the matter?" He tauntingly asked, grinning like an asshat.

"Get out of my chair!" I finally shouted, throwing my DENIED stamp at him with my magic.

[Back to Mark]

I just felt a disturbance in the Star Trek quotes. Sighing, I continued on my run to the somewhat downed Blackhawk, really pissed off at the universe right now.

"If that thing blows, we're out of an air lift and transportation for the rest of us..." I muttered, not even caring about the military applications for the heli.

"It's over here!" Gallan shouted once he saw me, causing me to slow down in front of the cockpit.

"...I was half a fucking yard from that thing and I lived?! Jesus, my bad luck must've died down for a while." I sighed, lacing my fingers behind my head as I stared at an RPG embedded in the seat next to the one Smith was in. How it hasn't exploded, I couldn't really tell.

"What're we going to do with it?" Blake asked, looking around.

"Gimme your armor, I don't have time to haul my suit up to Canterlot by train. This thing will blow up soon, but I just don't know when." I replied, looking at him. He was about to protest, but could tell that I was dead serious.

With a sigh, he stripped down to his skivvies and a plain t-shirt, while I did the same. None of the others made a snicker, due to me being ripped by working my ass off on the farm recently, and he was ripped doing whatever the fuck he did while not helping/fucking Rarity. I quickly armored up in his suit, quite fucking glad we were literally the same build, and cracked my neck as I slid the mask on.

"Back the fuck up, this shit's dangerous without special training." I said as a HUD came online, amusing the fuck out of me.

'Seems the Brits were secretly making advanced armor. Either that or the Multi-verse theory is true. I'd go with the first guess, just because I'm like that.' I thought.

"You're saying you have said special training?" Blake asked as I cracked my fingers and prepared to rip the fucker out.

"Nope." I said and went in through the pilot's door, being very fucking careful.

"Better not fuck my suit up..." I heard Blake mutter, confirming my suspictions that there was amplified shit in here.

I calmly took in the situation as I stared around the cockpit, frowning behind the mask.

"Jesus Christ..." I breathed, and decided to say fuck it and yank it, hopefully without making it blow up. Grabbing the end, I quickly ripped it out and threw it away from the helicopter, everybody behind me diving to the ground as it passed over their heads by about a foot. With a grim smile, the large grenade exploded against the hedge wall.

I stripped myself of Blake's armor and slid on my armored cammies, before nodding to them.

"What do we have?" I asked Gallan, who handed over a clipboard with a list of shit on it.

'8 pairs of goggles
80 feet of black rope x4
4 M4A1
2 M16E4
1 LAW
1 SAW
10 M9
2 MP5
Roughly 1,000 rounds of ammunition, various caliburs
3 rockets for LAW
8 backpacks
1 laptop w/solar charger, half dead
5 paperback books; IT, The Zombie Survival Guide,The Book of Beer Pong, The Art of War, and How to Win on the Battlefield.
8 canteens
10 NVG
7 Dog tags; Pvt. Allan Blake, PFC Wade Suram, MSgt Blake Downing, Tech Sgt Perry Great, MSgt Royd Fullman, PFC Drake Gunnan, MSgt Duke Rollan.

"Sir! I found two dead bodies... And you really need to see one of them." Connor said, hesitating a little bit. I nodded and he led me towards a small crater, where what I saw made my blood turn to ice water and caused me to sink to my knees in shock.

In the crater, was my body.

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