Sharpe's weapon went off with a roar of anger and death as he charged his opponent. His DLT- 19 heavy blaster rifle shot bolts of deadly energy towards the little bat-pony crossbreeds, obliterating their armor and knocking them off of their hooves or out of the air, depending on the variant. Luckily for them, he was shooting to maim. His blaster rifle could punch through Durasteel plating, and the armor these ponies were wearing was thin and weak. It almost felt like cheating, using his rifle...

Sharpe's twisted smile widened as he slung his rifle onto his back and pulled out his vibrodagger. It was a large, serrated thing that reached about a foot in length. And it was going to make this a lot more fun for the demented Trandoshun.

Sharpe could see all of the remaining ponies smile in relief when he did this, and smiled wider.

The first pony charged him with a short spear, aiming right for his chest. It didn't go well for the pony.

Sharpe grabbed the spear and yanked it out of the small thing's grip. Although, how it gripped it in the first place with hooves was a mystery to him. But anyways. He spun it around with one hand and viciously slammed the handle into the pony's head, knocking him out and throwing him back almost ten feet.

Two more flew at him, spears at the ready. Well, ready for anything but him.

Sharpe slashed his vibrodagger and literally cut the spear of one of them in half down the middle. Its hoof got in the way, so that was cut in half as well, but only up to the first joint.

The second pony saw this and its eyes widened. It redirected its flight path at the last second, avoiding Sharpe's cut. But it was too close, and Sharpe had very long arms.

Sharpe reached up and grabbed the pony's tail, pulling it down to him. He stared it in the eyes for a second.

"No, please don't kill me!" the pony screamed at him. It was a female judging by its voice. It put on the most adorable face Sharpe had ever seen, making its eyes watery, pouting out its lower lip and drawing up its front hooves to rest under her chin.

Sharpe laughed his cruel, sadistic laugh, causing the pony to pale. He opened his mouth wide and clamped his jaws down hard on her head, making her to scream in agony and terror. He shook his head back and forth, effectively mauling her. He released her after the screaming had gotten weaker, dropping her semi-alive body on the ground at his feet.

The blood flowing out of her head quickly soaked the area as she could only twitch.

He slowly walked through the pool of blood, making wet, slapping footsteps on the marble floor as he approached a group of terrified ponies. Well, all but one of them.

A male pony, knowing from his voice, flew at Sharpe almost to fast for the naked eye to perceive.

But Sharpe had enough cybernetic implants to make a droid look like an organic, and saw everything happening in enough HD detail it would make a camera jealous. It was almost like slow motion, really. As the pony approached him, he simply stuck out his fist and let momentum take care of the rest. The pony was going too fast to notice or stop, and slammed right in to Sharpe's fist, knocking him out instantly. Sharpe almost laughed as he flew lazily to the side and connected with a wall.

During his unconscious flying, over a dozen more bat ponies surrounded Sharpe. Half of them were the flying types, and the other half were either the plain ones or the Force users with horns. All of them carried either a short spear or a small sword, and they were deadly sharp.

Sharpe was about to make a witty comment about their mothers, but a larger target came into view. It was another one like the white one, but smaller. This one was a deep blue with a starry mane and tail, much like the night sky with teal colored eyes. It also wore a crown and bejeweled necklace, so Sharpe decided that this one was Luna, the sister of the night.

She spoke, her voice loud enough to shake the ground. "THOU SHALT CEASE THINE MALEVOLENCE AGAINST OUR ROYAL GUARD, CREATURE!!!!!!!" Really, she would have even impressed Orion with volume like that.

Sharpe let out an annoyed hiss. "They attacked first, if you remember, highness," he said angrily.

The princess hesitated for a brief moment before responding in an unsure voice. "Thou... are a threat... They were only acting how royal guards should!" she had force in her voice, but he could tell she was, in part, trying to reassure herself that she was in the right.

Sharpe sheathed his vibrodagger and held out his hands, showing that he unarmed. Well, besides his talons that could slice through Durasteel. "I have no reason to fight you or yours, princess. I didn't kill anybody, only maimed them. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't be needing to waste my breath right now."

Luna opened her mouth, but closed it when no words came out. She seemed to be at a loss for words. But another voice was fine to speak.

"Sister, he isn't a threat," the voice of the white one said. Celestia, if Sharpe remembered correctly.

They both faced her, Sharpe with a grin and Luna with wide eyes.

Celestia had a cut on her face and her mane and tail were crumpled, but she still looked regal. She strode towards them, eyeing Sharpe the whole time. "He only just arrived here, and your guards attacked him right after he crashed. Do you really expect him to not defend himself?" she asked her sister.

Luna stared at her sister for a moment before facing Sharpe again. "She is right. I am sorry, creature, for my guards' recklessness," she said apologetically.

Sharpe smiled at her, showing far, far too many teeth and making a small hiss as he did so. "I'm sure you can make it up to me somehow, my princess," he said in a voice that suggested things that Luna didn't want to think about.

A cough came from behind them.

They all turned to find that a metal giant and a smaller, thinner version were standing there watching them.

The large one was nearly as big as Sharpe, and the smaller one was about half a foot smaller than that one. The big one had hulking, light tan armor with red highlights along the sides of his torso, legs, arms, and head. A black visor marked where the eyes were, and it was so laden down with weapons it was a surprise that it could stand, let alone carry a small child on his shoulders.

The smaller one was wearing armor that contoured to his build. It was clearly a male from the muscle structure. The armor was a light gray color with small lights marking latches on his armor and a helmet with the entire front being a visor with two latches connecting the plate with the metal. On his side was a small device next to a short sword. And in his hands was a long barreled weapon with a huge scope on the top of it.

Sharpe spoke to them. "Roland, Seth, are you two okay?" he asked.

Roland nodded as he and Seth approached him and the two princesses. "Yeah, Jake is right behind us with some medical supplies. But the kid got hurt," he said as he patted the moaning form on his shoulder.

"Oh no!" a voice quietly shouted.

They all saw a butter yellow pegasus with a long pink mane zoom over and hover above Roland, eyeing the injured boy.

"What happened to the poor thing?" she asked worriedly.

The two of them stared at the hovering pony for a second before recovering their senses. They'd seen stranger things.

"A damaged ceiling panel came loose and fell on him. He has a cracked rib or two, plus a broken leg and a sprained wrist," he said in a sure voice, though a little tinny from the helmet. "And he might have a concussion, but I can't really tell without my equipment," he added in a slightly less sure tone.

The pegasus laid a gentle hoof on the boy, frowning slightly. "I can take him to the infirmary where he can get taken care of. May I?"

Roland looked at her for a second before nodded and hefting the boy up to her.

She struggled a little with the weight, but managed.

"Well, I'm sure that we can discuss what happened later, but we should really try to find your companion that ran off into the castle," Celestia said.

They all looked at her, and she could have sworn that they all paled under their armor, even the dragon creature's scales seemed to go slightly gray.

"Who an off?" Roland asked with dread. "Was he yay high, black robes and metal armor, insane?" he asked hurriedly.

Celestia took on a worried air. "Well, yes. Is he dangerous?"

Sharpe looked at her with a serious expression. "This man once leveled and entire neighborhood and killed thousands of people with the wave of his hand," he said with a voice to match his face.

Celestia and Luna's pupils shrunk to pinpricks.

Sharpe turned to Roland. "We need to find him," he said.

Roland nodded grimly. "Hopefully he hasn't killed anybody or destroyed half of the city yet."

Seth spoke up. "Maybe he just went to get a drink?" he suggested.

The both looked at him, Roland scowling under his helmet and Sharpe deadpanning.

Seth flinched. "Right, that would make it worse... Sorry..."

"We need to find him," Celestia said.

"Yes, and when we do, we will make sure he does not harm anypony," Luna added.

The two sisters nodded at each other.

"Can you find him?" Celestia asked the beings in front of her.

Sharpe laughed once more, deeply disturbing Celestia and Luna. "The man wears the scent of whores, alcohol, and death like any normal man would wear cheap cologne."

***

They all walked down the halls at a fast pace, Sharpe leading them. The four remaining ponies that were once six asked to help, so they were with them, along with the two princesses, the entirety of the ship's crew, and about twenty guards of both Celestia and Luna.

"You know this is degrading, right?" Sharpe growled. He was leading the group with his nose, sniffing out the idiot that was Orion. It was a simple task, thanks to his implants and natural abilities. But even though it was easy, he still didn't like being thought of like a simple Kath Hound looking for its lunch.

"Yes, but we greatly appreciate it," Luna said. She and her sister were standing on either side of the Trandoshun and slightly behind him.

He growled under his breath and took another sniff, leading them down a hallway with a surprising amount of unconscious guards in it laying in a heap on the rug.

"What was that?" Luna quipped.

He turned to her and breathed hard into her face. "I said I expect to be paid for this," he said in a slightly threatening voice.

Luna backed up from him with a nervous look in her eyes.

He advanced on her, backing her into a corner. "I don't work for free, highness. And I sure as fuck don't take orders from pompous little cunts in seats of power that they only have 'cause their mommy and daddy died. So before you get an attitude with me, you remember that above all else, I'm a killer. And while work needs payment, I can have fun for free." There was a noise from his side and he drew both of his heavy blaster pistol and pointed the S-5 at the noise and the DL-44 at Luna.

Celestia stopped mid-spell and stared at the barrel of the device with wide eyes.

Sharpe turned to her with anger in his eyes. "If you don't cut that out, I'll kill you both."

"Sharpe! Knock it off!" Roland yelled. "If you kill them we'll have to deal with this whole country!"

Sharpe grunted and turned back to Luna as he holstered his weapons. He leaned in close, taking a deep breath of her and flicking his tongue around her. After a few seconds he pulled back. "I'll never forget your scent, highness. Remember that." With that he turned back down the hallway and lead them, the terrified ponies, and his crewmates in the search for the wayward Dark Jedi.
***

After taking a few more turns, Sharpe stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Celestia asked him.

He groaned loudly and rubbed his face with his hand. "I don't believe this..." he groaned.

Everybody in the party looked at one another in confusion.

Sharpe walked down the hallway and stopped in front of an old broom closet. He reached out a hand and pulled the door open.

The smell immediately washed over them. Sweat, deprivation, guilt, shame, salt, and everything else that sex was made of. But there was a hint of something... fruity as well.

They all covered their faces with their respective limbs and peered into the closet.

Orion was snoring with a pair of the bat pony guards cuddled up to him asleep. They were sweaty, and roughed up. Orion's head was completely soaked in some kind of shiny, clear substance, and the guards' faces had parts covered in a white, gooey substance. Mostly around the mouth. The ground was soaked with a mixture of things best not thought about, and more of the mixture was covering certain private spots that were showing very clearly to all of them.

All of the ponies- save for the princesses- and some of the crew members looked away with a blush on their faces. Luna and Celestia eyed the naked creature with interest.

Sharpe chuckled dryly. "It looks like the little Human had some fun while we weren't looking," he said in an only slightly amused voice.

Luna and Celestia eyed him.

"Little?" Luna asked incredulously.

Sharpe flashed a smile that could have shown her reflection if it weren't for her guard's blood staining his teeth. "Compared to Trandoshuns, all Humans are little," he said with a certain tone in his voice.

Luna looked him up and down, new interest filling her thoughts about this creature.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's just get the idiot up so he can get dressed," Roland said irritably.

Roland walked into the closet and reached his hand out to shake Orion awake, but a pink blob shaking in the corner caught his eye. He turned to see that it was a pink pony with a slightly darker pink mane and tail, huddled up in the corner shaking violently in horror.

"Everything... I... saw... everything..."

***

Orion sat in a large room with his friends and the cool little ponies. He had a bowl of mixed fruit in front of him which he was eating with gusto. It was good. Very... fruity. He just wished there were blueberries and grapes in there...

"... And so with out ship scrapped, we have no way of leaving," Roland said.

"Well, as I am sorry to hear that Roland, you cannot stay here," Celestia said in a firm voice. "You are a danger to my people, and I cannot risk their lives because of your mistake."

Roland sighed. "It was actually stupid's goof, not mine."

Orion looked up and smiled his goofy smile when he heard somebody mention him. "What happened?"

Sharpe hissed at him. "You broke the ship. Again!"

Orion wore a confused face and patted himself down. "But... I'm right here... How could I hurt the ship?"

Roland sighed. "You crashed the ship. It then exploded, leaving us stranded here," he said, annoyed.

"It's not my fault the ship doesn't understand Basic..." he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Twilight eyed him for a second before turning to Roland. "You let him fly?" she asked.

Roland sighed. "After he jumped us three thousand years into the future, no. He snuck up to the bridge."

"What?!" Twilight gasped, spraying Larry and Jake with applesauce.

Jake groaned as he slowly lowered his head towards the table. As his head got lower, his groan got quieter, until his head connected and he appeared to be dead.

Larry sighed and did the same thing, only he banged his head against the table softly.

"You're from the past?!" Twilight asked, leaning way over the table.

Sharpe nodded once. "Yes, we are. We were escaping certain death, only to be flung three thousand years forward. We were in this time for all but two minutes before another all-powerful maniac tried to kill us."

Roland laughed. "Yeah. That makes... four? Not including the Hutts, or the Jedi or Sith?"

Sharpe took on a look that mixed serious with scared. "You're forgetting about Kane," he said.

Everybody in the crew tensed when his name was said. Even Orion dropped his goofy smile and took on a somber look.

"Who's Kane?" the rainbow pony, Rainbow Dash asked.

Orion spoke. "He's both the greatest evil the Galaxy has ever known, and the best hope that the Galaxy has at survival."

Luna eyed the Human. "What do you mean?" she asked. She hadn't met the Human male before this, but even she was surprised at how serious he had become

He sighed and shook his head. "He wants to save everything in the Galaxy. But in doing so, he's destroying everything around him. He once had us watch while he saved an endangered species of animal."

"Well, he can't be that bad," Fluttershy said.

Orion looked at her with all emotion drained form his face. "He stopped them by turning an entire planet to glass to make sure that the deforestation agency couldn't continue their work. He killed over three billion innocent people just to stop two dozen suits from killing off a species of frog."

"How could he do that?" Celestia asked, shocked.

Orion shook his head at her. "He's a Gen'Dai. They live for thousands of years, but their minds dissolve after about a thousand or so. When we were back in our time, he was about twenty-one hundred years old. So now he'd be about five thousand, give or take a century or two. He thinks he's saving the Galaxy, but he's actually destroying it."

Celestia noticed the tone of voice he was speaking in. "Did... you lose somepony because of him?" she asked carefully.

All of the crew flinched when she asked this.

Orion nodded his head very slowly. All of the people present saw the tears come to his eyes and fall down his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I lost them all. I lost them all because I was weak." He spoke in a distant voice, like he wasn't really there. He stood up suddenly, knocking over his bowl of fruit. "Sorry, I need to go," he said and quickly left the room.

Roland sighed. "Forgive him. He never used to be like this. After losing Judo and Xala... Well, he sort of gave up."

The white unicorn, Rarity looked at him. "Those... Those sound like mares' names..."

Roland nodded. "Yeah, they were cute kids too. I found 'em while I was out patrolling one day trying to steal food. I couldn't bring myself to turn them in, so I worked them instead, to pay off their debt. you know, cooking, cleaning, that kind of stuff. But once Orion saw them... Well, I don't really believe in love at first sight, but that's what it was for him."

All of the ponies, including the princesses, cringed.

"When Kane tortured them to death right in front of us... It broke him. He became cold and cruel, he started drinking, he started using drugs and getting involved in petty crime. It caught up to him though. After a while, he had a huge bounty on him, and the Mandalorians found him."

Mandalorians?" questioned Luna.

Sharpe spoke up. "They are the single most deadly fighting force in the Galaxy, Kane excluded. A single Mando can, and will, take down a small army all by themselves just for fun."

They all thought of this kind of being for a while, but Roland spoke up again.

"Yep, Mandos. That was the first time Orion died," he said.

All of the ponies stared at him. "What?" they all asked in unison.

Roland nodded grimly. "Yeah. He tried to fight them, and lost. Took a lot of them out though. But the few that were left set him on fire and burned him to death." He shuddered. "I can still hear the screams in my sleep sometimes..."

"The first time?" Celestia questioned.

Roland continued. "Yeah. We finished off the bastards and managed to save enough of his DNA to clone him. But, if you clone thin DNA... you get... mixed results..."

"Like what?" Twilight asked.

"He wasn't sane. At least, not as sane as he was. He would hurt people just for fun. He would commit crimes just so the authorities would come after him so he would have an excuse to kill them. He thought that being shot was hilarious and would always start laughing in a fight."

Sharpe interrupted. "Until he died a second time," he said.

They all shook their heads in disbelief.

"He thought it would be good idea to get into a fist fight with a Wookie. A great, hairy thing that stands over eight feet tall and is probably the most dangerous hand-to-hand combatant in the Galaxy, Mandalorians included."

"What happened to 'im?" the farmer pony, Applejack asked.

Roland sighed again. "He lost. Badly. The Wookie literally ripped his arms off and beat him to death with them. I was able to resuscitate him, but it was too late. I still wish I had left him alone. He suffered another ten minutes because I didn't have it in me to put him down, choking on his own blood, begging me to shoot him. I- I just... couldn't. I couldn't kill my friend."

"After that," Sharpe said, "we cloned him again, but... He wasn't really him. He had Orion's face and voice and memories, but it wasn't him. Not really. The first night we had him back, he walked up and down the halls all night, singing about some kind of perfect world, over and over again. It was... It was the first time I actually felt afraid of him. He wouldn't stop smiling and he kept saying strange things like 'When will the Sun explode into everything' or 'My skin is too hot, I want to cut it off'."

They all listened to him with such intensity, that they didn't hear the door open.

"Once, he was being chased by Mandos, and he leveled an entire neighborhood to stop them. The death toll was over two thousand bodies. Kids, elderly, women, all kinds of people were killed. When he heard about it, he just smiled this stupid, goofy smile and started laughing. He wouldn't stop laughing for days, and we eventually tied him up in his room with Force suppressors."

"It didn't work," Lily said from the other end of the table.

They looked at her while she wrapped her arms around herself and hunched down lower into her seat.

Roland cough, drawing away their attention. "He... He hurt her. Not badly, but she got a scare."

"Hey, do we have any peanut butter?"

All of the ponies jumped in their seats and screamed, as well as a few select crew members. Everybody at the table turned to see Orion standing there with his goofy grin, holding a large butcher knife that was stained with blood in one hand and part of a bloody hoof in the other. He was wearing a bloody chefs hat and apron.