A Solo Winged Pixy in Equestria.

by Chris94677

Chapters

• Memoirs 1: Larry "Solo Wing Pixy" Foulke
• Chapter 1: This Is New.

Memoirs 1: Larry "Solo Wing Pixy" Foulke

Hey, my name is Larry Foulke, but most people call me by my nickname, Solo Wing Pixy, or just Pixy for short. You don't know me, but I think it's important that I tell you this. Throughout my life I've made quite a few mistakes, and ever since I have arrived in Equestria I've been doing my best to fix those mistakes. Some times I do the right thing, and sometimes I slip back into my old ways. But I'm getting ahead of myself. You're probably wondering who I am, which doesn't surprise me. History tried its hardest to erase me from its books. I was a mercenary pilot who flew with a small republic, along side my best friend and wing man. Perhaps you have heard of the Belkan War? If you haven't, which isn't a surprise as well, again with history being a very fluid thing. But for the sake of you understanding what made me into the man I am today. I'm gonna give you what you'll see from the history books. Then I'll give you my personal information and background on the war itself and the, event that occurred during, and after it. Because, while the books are all true information. They did leave some things out, and if that was intentional, well that is only what the author can say for sure.

Now then The Belkan War, was the first large scale war for nearly a century. For decades the country known as Belka, was having a declining economy and had hit hard times. Belka however was a proud and very militaristic country, they had a code of honor, and took it very seriously. In some other countries the most famous celebrities may be movie stars, or something like that. However in Belka the most famous celebrities were their Ace Pilots. The Belkan Air Force was the pride of the country, and if you were the best they had to offer, you were pretty highly looked upon. Anyway the government of Belka needed a solution to the economic crisis in Belka. So the they decided the best course of action was to invade a small republic, called the Republic Of Utsio. Since they had large deposits of rare minerals. They rapidly and unexpectedly raised a large army, built together an enormous industry and infrastructure.The local superpowers such as Osea and Yuktobania, were taken back by the sudden spring of life by their old enemies. But still recovering from the war nearly 70 years ago, they didn't have the public support to have any direct military actions. The Republic Of Utsio was then invaded by Belka, as well as Osea and Yuktobania.  Belka started pushing forward and conquored huge amounts of land. Utsio had suffered large scale military defeats and were pushed to it's last legs. Eventually things started to turn around, and the Allies were born, comprising of Utsio, Osea, Yuktobania, and the Kingdom of Sapin(Another local superpower). Despite the ferocious fighting between the great countries, the Allies started pushing forward, so much in fact that Belka launched nuclear missiles on it's own land to stop the Allied advance. Soon after the territories of Belka were demilitarized and the land split up between Osea and Yuktobania.

Long and boring, ya I know buddy, history books are like that. However what few know, is who changed the tide of that war. First guess might be me, now I did do my part and took down a lot of Belkans, probably more than everyone but him. And when I say him, I mean my best friend and wing man. Arguably the greatest pilot in history, he shot down countless Belkan fighters, and me and him, well we took on entire armies, took down super weapons, just the two of us. Our squadron which was known as Galm Team was the secret weapon the allies had. If they ever needed something gone they would send us in, and it would be gone. Personally, I did it for the money, nothing else, the war itself was just a way for me to pay rent. He, however did it because it was the right thing to do. Sure, he got paid along with me, but, he saved countless Allied comrades who were being overwhelmed. He never shot down a crippled enemy and he would never attack a non-combat unit. Eventually he became so famous, or infamous depending on who you ask, he was nicknamed The Demon Lord Of The Round Table. Because at a battlefield simply known as Area B7R, or the Round Table to the actual pilots themselves. Where the brunt of the air combat seen in the Belkan War, The Demon Lord shot down countless fighters, and took down so many Belkan Aces. He was known as a demon to the Belkans, but not just any demon, he was the Demon Lord, The Demon Lord Of The Round Table. Because when he was up there in those skies, he was a demon, he was the king, and his domain was that stretch of land known as The Round Table.

        It is hard for me to put into words, how good he actually was. The best way I can possibly describe it, is imagine you're the absolute best at something. You trained your entire life, it was your focus, and what ever you did was somehow affected or is affecting what you did. And all that time of you spent practicing and honing your skill, you fought him. And he showed you up so bad, that all that work you did. All those years you spend trying to be the best, well he just made you look like a child. That is how good he was, and that was on a bad day for him. On the days that he was completly tuned in, well I am safe in saying I believe that he could have single handily took on all of Belka and won.

That being said, as much as I did it for cash, and little else. One thing, did make it personal for me, and set off a chain reaction that led me to join a terrorist organization, known as A World With No Boundaries. One mission we were flying over my home town, oh and fun fact, I am Belkan. I left my country long ago to become a mercenary. But that is a story for another time. Now back to us flying a mission over my home town, or city should I say. Allied bombers, flew over the city, and fire bombed it to ash and dust. I was horrified, I still had family down there. And though I was estranged from them, seeing my old school from the air be set to flames and reduced  to rubble in less that a minute. Well, it didn't exactly sit right with me to say the least. When I returned to base, I immediately look at the causality report. Though with the ratio of survivors to dead, maybe a survivor report would have taken less time. I found my entire family among the dead. My little sister, my father, and my mother. From that moment on, I guess you can say I found a reason to fight. Though in hindsight it was the wrong reason, I got into many fights with my wing man, over why we were fighting. My wingman however couldn't find to why we were fighting. And that one day he would find out why. However those arguments with my wingman, I eventually came to realize that the cause for all this blood shed, was because of a damn border. My entire family and my home, were gone because of a border, that this entire war was caused because a little stretch of land that had rare minerals, between Belka and Utsio belonged to Utsio and not Belka...

I still flew with Utsio, as much as it hurt seeing my home destroyed, I still had a job to do. And I still had rent that needed to be paid. The war dragged on, with me and The Demon Lord, winning countless battles. Eventually I was approached by an old friend, an Osean airman. I still remember that conversation even to this day..

"Pixy, you still here?", Joshua Bristow asked. As I was repainting my left wing red after it had taken some scratches in the last battle. I turned around and saw Joshua standing there with a binder in his right hand and looking at me as if he was attempting to persuade me to something.

"Ya, I'm here, what do you need Josh?", I replied curiously eyeing the binder in his hand.

"I'm here with an offer.", he responded, giving me the binder that was in his hand.

I went through the binder, seeing that it was a casualty number from the war. Mainly civilian castualties, also it was an overhead picture was attached to it. My home, before, and after. My anger again started rising once more, as I hotly said,

"Josh what the hell is this!"

"Facts, Larry, this entire war was caused by borders. If Belka never wanted to regain control of Utsio, this war would have never have begun. You family would still be alive Pixy. And don't attempt to argue with me, I heard you and your wingman arguing the other day about it.", he said to me.

"First of all, don't eavesdrop on me ever got it? Secondly, I know they would still be alive if it wasn't for borders.", I said cooling down, before continuing, "I know they could still be alive, if this war never happened."

"Which is why, we need to make sure this never happens again correct?", he said, with a raised eye brow.

"That's a dumb question, but ya of course. But I still don't see where you are getting at..", I said confused.

"Here take this card.", Joshua said handing my a small simple card with a name and address on it, with the instructions saying Come alone..

As I was reading the card, Josh must have left, because when I looked up he was gone. If that wasn't ominous I don't know what is, I thought to myself.

I did go to the meeting, and found that a group of legendary pilots and soldiers and even a few politicians were gathered, to form a group known as a A World With No Boundaries, I initially hesitated and left. I argued there, there that this was just another extremist faction, that would be snuffed by the world. Before I left however Josh grabbed my arm and said to me a sentence I don't think I'll ever forget.

"Larry, when the time comes, and It will, find us here." I left then without a lingering thought in my mind.

Afterwards me and my wing man fought more battles. And of course, won more battles. One day during a battle, Joshua even contacted me asking if I was ready to ditch my wingman. I declined still not fully wanting to betray him. Eventually the war reached a decline, and Belka was being beat back at every turn. Then, they did the one thing, that completely set me over the edge. They launched nuclear missiles, on their own homeland, my homeland to stop the Allies. Seeing all my fellow kinsman burn in a second by a nuclear blast set me over the edge. I stupidly fired my missiles at my wingman. Of course I didn't land a hit on him. He was far too good to be taken down by me, at least back then. I left him alone to deal with another wave of Belkan fighters, I still regret that decision to this day. The moment I forsake my loyalty and my best friend, for a cause that only now do I realize was faulty to begin with. However back then, I was a lot younger, and much more arrogant man.

I went to the meeting place that Joshua gave me, the place where we first met, you remember. Any way this is where the story really gets interesting. Now getting info on me and my wing man is sketchy to say the least. The 66th Air Squadron, or Galm Team, was the enigma of the Belkan War. Maybe you can get a few documents and reports on The Demon Lord. But on old Galm 2, Solo Wing Pixy? No way, not as easy, and down right impossible after I joined A World With No Boundaries. Truth be told, I am rather ashamed of what I did with that group, we had the right intentions, but are our means. Well, let's say the only thing we had to justify ourselves when we looked into the mirror, was that the end justified the means. Or at least that's what I told myself to get out of bed in the morning. And what I said to myself, when I thought of my best friend. I knew he survived the battle, he was too good to die like that. Some of you may be questioning why I didn't bring my wingman with me? Well, that is a good question, and one I wondered myself. In the end I knew he would never have accepted, we were far too radical for him. But I still never gave the effort to at least try. I mean didn't I owe him that much?

It took me a while to figure that out for myself. However at the time, I was blinded by my beliefs on the world. Joshua had me turn in my F-15C, because he thought if I kept it I may, become "nostalgic about The Demon Lord", of course now I know it was a means to control me. But when he offered me the chance to fly the ADFX-02 Morgan? Which by the way if you don't know, was the most technologically advanced jet in existence at the time. It boasted top speeds, top maneuverability, and stability. Plus it came with a fully functional, Tactical Laser System on the top. Which could cut through anything, in the blink of an eye. I knew then, that I was unstoppable, or so I thought at least.

Joshua and the rest of the group, came to me, as I was their top ace. Saying, we stole this ADFX-02, to further increase our goals to set the world free. Now fly it Pixy, and show the world you are above, even the Demon Lord. I will admit, however, one look at her, she was a beauty. I immediately took some red paint, and painted the right wing red. My signature mark on any of my planes, she was ready to fly. Though, I did like my F-15C more, the ADFX-02 was almost too perfect. She moved to smoothly, I missed the feeling of the jerkiness of the turn in the F-15C, and the vibrations when you kicked on the afterburners and started moving at supersonic speeds.  Though I won't complain about the Tactical Laser, that thing to this day, I consider the greatest weapon I have ever used in my life.

Tragically however, the day I first flew the ADFX-02 Morgan was also, my last. It was a cold snowy day, the leaders of the A.W.W.N.B(A World With No Boundaries). Decided now was the time to strike, The Demon Lord had defeated our greatest air squadron. And taken out our mobile command center. If the world couldn't accept as it was now, we would wipe it out, and start new. We had our secret weapon V2. A highly destructive missile, that carried 12 Nuclear ICBM's as it's payload. Developed by Belka, for use of Mass Retaliation in the event of a nuclear strike on its land. It had enough Nuclear payload to wipe out the world, via nuclear winter. It was stationed in our HQ, known as the Avalon Dam. A former dam re purposed as a super fortress. It did its job, when the Allied forces found out our plan, they sent an army of fighter jets and bombers at us. And they stopped every single one, but two. The Demon Lord, and his new wing man. Patrick James Beckett. A kid, who flew with another mercenary squadron known as Crow Squadron. He was young, idealistic, and green. But a good kid, and I never treated him the way I should have. I constantly chastised him for his idealism, and his all sunshine and rainbows picture of the world.

Anyway, the new Galm Team had taken out pretty much, everything they possibly could have to stop us. They thought if they took out the main base from the inside it would stop the V2 launch. They did do that, however it didn't stop the V2, because I had the controls for it rigged in my ADFX-02 Morgan. When The Demon Lord and Patrick had thought they had saved the world... I did the thing I think I regret more than anything, including betraying my wing man, trying to destroy the world, and among all the other bad decisions I have made. I fired my TLS(Tactical Laser System) at Patrick. Which killed him instantly, you know, I heard from some of the guys back at base, he had a girl back waiting for him. And I just ended what ever the future had by a press of a button, funny how that works isn't it?

After I killed Patrick, The Demon Lord was not happy. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I had just shot down and killed Patrick.

"So, have you found a reason to fight yet? Buddy?", I said in a condescending tone. Which was met by my wingman's trade mark silence. As he fired two missiles at me which I dodged.

"Here comes the snow." I said, as the snow started falling.

"Those who survive on the battlefield start to think they're invisible, I bet you do too, Buddy.", I spat at the word Buddy. As I was dodging his missiles and machine gun fire from his F-15C. We dodged and fired at each other each nearly hitting its mark, but just missing. He hit me a few times though, however I had an ECM countermeasure which activated the missiles before they could actually hit their mark. I kept firing my TLS at him, but he dodged with expert precision.

"Can you see any borders from here?" I asked him over the radio. Only to be met by silence, "What have borders given us?" I ask, before continuing, "We're going to start over from scratch, that's what V2 is for.", I say almost trying to convince myself to continue fighting, for a cause I didn't know I even believed in.

"It isn't over Buddy, this is where it all starts! You know what I'm talking about right?" I say.

"There is no mercy in war, people live and people die, that's all there is to it.", I finalize.

As I finish it, we start circling around eachother looking up at one other through the cockpits. He raised his helmet visor and looked at me with pleading eyes. Eyes that said, one word, one word is all that needed to be asked.

"Why?"

I ignored it, and with adrenaline pumping through my veins and very little logic, I said,

"It's time", I then fired the V2 rocket into the atmosphere. However given it's tremendous weight it would take a few minutes for it to reach the atmosphere. A few minutes was all he needed.

"Too bad buddy, this twisted game needs to be reset, we'll start over from zero with this V2, entrust the future to the next generation", I said foolishly thinking I had won.

Knowing either one of us was to win or lose. We started to finish our dual. But not before I could get a few more comments in, to justify my self to my former best friend.

"You and I are opposite sides of the same coin, when we face each other we can finally see our true selves. There may be resemblance. But never facing in the same direction."

However, soon The Demon Lord had me beat. He found the one weakness in the Morgan, the frontal air intake. If he fired a missile there, I was done for. He turned his plane as if in a great joust we flew at eachother at great speeds, firing our missiles at one another, The Demon Lord hit me perfectly, while he rolled his plane and dodged the missile. We flew at each other our bellies of our planes facing one another at barely 10 meters distance. As I then flew a little forward before my plane exploded and I bailed out.

It was a battle for the ages, I said things to him, now I realize I didn't mean. I said things such as my and him could never truly be friends. That while we may be similar we will never face the same way. He was Yin and I was Yang. He was good, and I was evil. When we fought in those cold and snowy skies, I lost. He managed to get past all the technological advancements my ADFX-02 had. And stopped the A.W.W.N.B. from destroying the world, he was an unsung hero. After the battle he was never seen or heard from again. Perhaps he went back to Hell, to guard it. For he was the only one, I believe that could stop whatever it is from hell to get out.

He beat me, and reduced me to Zero. Because as my wing man's name suggested. Cipher causes all to resort to Zero. And Cipher, The Demon Lord Of The Round Table, was the greatest ace to ever have walked the Earth.

Chapter 1: This Is New.

Pixy groaned as he awoke from his sleep. A reporter had just left, interviewing him about the events during the Belkan War. Though he can't say he knows how he found him. Pixy was glad he did, it gave him some closure he desperately needed on the Belkan War, and with Cipher. Though Cipher may never find that Pixy was sorry about his actions, he felt that it was enough. He was near a border currently, as ironic as it was. He needed to find out what they really meant, and what their volition really was. It hadn't been an easy past few years for Larry. Ever since he bailed out of his ADFX-02 Morgan over the Avalon Dam, he has had nightmares on a nightly basis. Never once truly recovering from the events that transpired so long ago.

"Guess it's time to get moving, the border is about five miles from here.", Pixy said to himself as he put on his shirt and jacket. And grabbed his AK-47 which was hanging on the wall. Another war had broken out throughout the continent. So Pixy had to be careful or else he may be mistaken for a soldier with his AK-47. But he was dead set on getting to that border. It's all that has had him going the past few months. To visit every border on the continent, was the only motivation he had to awake in the morning. As he put on his boots and stepped out the ruins of the home he slept in that night. He set forth on his journey to find his next border.

As Pixy kept his walk to the border between Erusua and Delarus. Perhaps his journey to find a type of closure was a fool's errand. What he did, well he knew many shouldn't have survived. The events that led up to that final confrontation between him and Cipher was almost funny. How one small flick of a domino can set off a chain reaction that led, two best friends to end up in a battle to both with the intention of killing each other. It was a daily thought that he had, what if things had been different? What if he kept his loyalty to Cipher? What if became ill the day his home burned, and couldn't make the mission? What if Joshua died in some operation before he had the chance to recruit him? What if Cipher joined instead of him? As pointless as it was in his opinion to ask so many questions, when the same result was always going to be the one he is living with now.

Perhaps the world doesn't need borders. But would getting rid of them really change anything? Sure we can cut all territorial ties between countries but a cultural division would still remain. You can't whisk away, thousands of years of prejudice and hatred. The deep religious ties and beliefs that conflicted with each other. The world would be a better place if everyone trusted one another, and lived as brother and sister, but Pixy knew now that would never happen. At least not in his lifetime, maybe there was the answer he was looking for all these years. All the borders he's seem, all he has asked himself was,

  "Why do you exist?"

Maybe he knew now that the real reason the existed, was not to cause war and chaos. Put to cause a facade of security and peace. What better way to live your life, than to never meet someone who doesn't share your beliefs. As long as people live their life they way, they desire. They would be content with it for rest of their miserable lives, they wouldn't care if they were born in and died in the same square mile. As long as they believed they were safe.

Pixy was approaching, the final border in his quest to travel to every border on the planet. It had taken him years, and though his final lesson on it may not have been 100% satisfying. But maybe those beliefs were enough, or at least that's what he's come to believe. Maybe he could finally return to his homeland, of Belka. Find a nice girl, and settle down, get a job doing something, though flying was out of the picture. He doubted he could ever return to the sky after Avalon and the V2. He enjoyed working in his F-15C back in the day. He customized it pretty heavily, it wasn't a normal F-15C, it had some of the most advanced aerodynamic systems money could buy. The baby could hold such slow speeds it could essentially hover while he strafed his targets of course he couldn't hold if for long, it would Stall after a few seconds. But a few seconds was all he needed.

"I wonder what happened to her...", Pixy said to no one in particular, after he left Cipher, he flew to a secure A.W.W.N.B. Airfield. He didn't fly any sorties until he got the ADFX Morgan, probably melted down for scrap he thought. It's been years since he last seen her. Then again it didn't matter, he was never flying again. Especially not in that jet, an F-15C couldn't even keep up in today's world. With all these new stealth fighters and such, it would be like flying an F-4 Phantom back during the Belkan War. An F-15C was in his opinion the greatest jet of all time. But he knew the odds of an F-15C beating a F-22 or T-50 in a dogfight was small.

As Pixy kept thinking to himself over his lost F-15C, he didn't even notice he had reached the border. It was funny  actually, he looked around no one in sight, just a small abandoned guard post by the road. Everyone must have evacuated because of the war ,Pixy thought. He was essentially in the flat end of no where, and with the five mile's warring on him. He decided to take a quick rest. He went into the abandoned guard station, and found to his pleasure a bottle of Whiskey and a nice leather chair. He sat down and rested his trusty AK-47 on the wall, and cracked open the bottle. It tasted a bit dusty, but it was a nice little celebration to mark the end of his quest. He could just head straight into Erasur-, Pixy was thinking when suddenly he heard the distant hum of an engine. He quickly sat up and grabbed him AK-47, turned off the safety and sat behind the wall. God please don't let them be insurgents, and if by you by some damn sense of karma make them, don't let them stop., he thought in his mind. He looked up, Yep insurgents, damn it. he hid back down when the truck came to a stop You've gotta be kidding me!, he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. When he heard 5 distinct male voices.

"Jacob go check that guard post for anything useful for scrap.  We are gonna need every bit for new weapons", said the leader, or what Pixy guessed was the leader.

Oh come on! This is just getting ridiculous! , Pixie thought to himself as he gripped his AK-47.

As the man, who was apparently Jacob started moving towards the guard station Pixie had to think quickly, Erusua was not a country known to be friendly to non-Erusuans. His best bet was to surprise attack them, pop and spray them down. Pixy took a deep breath and suddenly popped up and pointed at them and shouted

"Freeze!"

To his surprise everyone did freeze though probably just in shock, but however that soon wore off as they then raised their weapons and started to fire. Pixy ducked down and took cover as they started firing. He raised up and started firing back, taking down one of the insurgents who was hiding behind the car. Before a lone bullet hit him in the shoulder,

"Damn it, that hurts!" he cursed to himself  before he got back up and started laying down more fire on the truck, hitting the tires, since he may as well make the journey to town harder since he was dying anyway, so close too, he almost made it home, he thought. When finally one other bullet hit him straight in the stomach, causing him to fall down to the ground, he still had some fight left in him though. As he remembered he had a small frag grenade in his left pouch. He took it out bit them pin and tossed it shouting through a gurgling voice,

"Take that you bastards!", as he then heard a loud explosion followed by the screams of the men who had to be dead, Pixy layed there in a pool of his blood. Hunched up on the wall, pulling the bottle of whiskey to him, silently wishing for a cigar just for the pure sake of whoever found him, would at least think he died like a badass. A lot of things rushed through his head as he layed there drinking the whiskey that he had found, he thought of Cipher, he thought of his family, he thought of Belka. He wondered if when he died, he could fly in where ever he would go. He chuckled at the thought of flying with the angels.

He then violently coughed which made him flinch in pain, the large hole in his chest didn't make any movement come without great pain. He dragged himself outside so he could possibly see the sky one last time before he went and joined his family, and possibly Cipher since no one really knew what happened to him after the Belkan War. Groaning as he pulled himself outside he looked around and saw the five insurgents dead, but he paid no mind to them, instead he just focused on one little cloud that reminded him of a, large turtle. When suddenly a large bolt of a rainbow colored lighting struck Pixy squarely in the face and that's all he rememberes before blackness.

Pixy violently woke up in a large field gasping for air. He quickly checked his stomach for bleeding, but found nothing. Am I dead? he thought to himself. What else could this be? It had to be the afterlife, he was no longer in the flat end middle no where. He was on a low lying hill surrounded by... Burn marks? He stood up quickly noticing his AK-47 missing, and took a quick survey. A black ring surrounded him, it looked as if there was an explosion... And he was the epicenter of it? He then quickly slapped himself in the face to make sure he wasn't dead or in some type of coma. But instead found just the burning sensation of a slap.

Ok, Larry you seen some pretty crazy things your years but, what the actual hell is this! , he thought

He looked around using his skills of navigation and found that it was sometime around midday. He decided to head down hill, that's where he would find water, and where you find water, you find civilization. He started walking down the low lying hills towards a tree line. He made a few observations as well, one the air was way too clean, he hadn't breathed air like this since he was a little boy in Belka. Also the environment was a blush green forest, which was odd considering he was just in a wasteland a few moments ago. Also the world around him looked almost... Animated? The colors just seemed way too pure.

He made it to the tree line and kept his solid pace when he heard two feminine voices, Thank god, people, maybe they know where I am., he thought. However when he pushed through the bushes he found not two women like he was expecting, but two ponies?! He then made eye contact with two ponies, that very obviously were not normal, considering one had a coat of yellow and a mane of pink. And the other had a rainbow colored mane and cyan coat?

"What in the name of hell?!"

"What in the name of hay?!"

"You talk?!", both Pixy and the rainbow maned one said together,

"Ya of course!", the both said together again, looking at each other with eyes that were both increasing in size.

"Okay hold on here before my head completely shuts down, where in the hell am I?!", Pixy asked fearing the answer.

"Equestria, where else?", the rainbow one said confused,

And that is when Pixy's body decided to shut down from both the exhaustion of nearly dying and finding out he was no longer on Earth. That he was in some world called Equestria that was inhabited by talking horses.

*Beep*, *Beep*, *Beep*, Pixy groaned as he heard the trademark sound of a hospital room. He must have been found after he was shot, and someone taken to the hospital in time before he died of complete blood loss. Well, at least I'm not dead., Pixy thought as he closed his eyes tightly at the bright lights. Before then sighing and opening them and seeing a white tiled ceiling. He perched himself up and somehow felt no pain in his stomach area. Odd, there isn't any pain, I must be on some serious pain killers., Pixy thought before looking at his stomach and seeing no scar where he was shot. Okay something is wrong!, Pixy started to panic as he tried to remember the events that led to him arriving in this hospital. The guard station, the insurgents, the gunshot wound, and a... field? Pixy's head started to throb as he recalled waking in a field and seeing a group of horses... Horses.... Horses? HORSES?!

Pixy immediately called out, "NURSE! ANYONE! HELP!"

When suddenly a white horse with a cross on its backside came in,

"Yes? Is there anything you need?"

Pixy then started mumbling a lot of words very quickly, then somehow managing to get out

"You talk!?"

"Why, yes I do, and if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you?", the white horse said curiously.

"What do you mean what am I?!", Pixy said panicking, as his heart rate started to increase.

"Well, no offense I've never seen a creature like you before, I assume you're from across the ocean?", she asked eyeing a clipboard.

"Listen lady, I don't know what you're talking about, because firstly I am a human, and secondly I am definitely not from across an ocean, I have absolutely no idea where I am. And frankly I am assuming I am dead and this is some crazy purgatory.", Pixy said trying to rationalize his surroundings.

"Well I can assure you, you're not dead, your heart beat monitor over to your left confirms that", the nurse said gesturing to the heart beat monitor next to Pixy, before then continuing, "And you're in Equestria, and don't pass out again, please.", she dead panned.

"What do you mean again?", Pixy asked.

"Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy the ponies who brought you in, said you fainted after Rainbow Dash told you were in Equestria.", she said before looking back down at her check board.

"Oh hell, so it is true, I died.", Pixy said putting his face in his hands.

"No, we were just over that sir, you're very much alive. But I can tell you have some questions, fortunately for you, another pony named Twilight Sparkle is here to see you, she will answer any questions you may have, and I am assuming you have some for her as well.", the nurse said before looking up at him.

"What about my health, before I came here I had a bad wound in my stomach.", Pixy asked.

"Well when Rainbow and Fluttershy brought you in you had no obvious injuries besides a mild concussion from your head landing on a rock.  But you did happen to be missing a bit of blood, however your levels have balanced themselves out, we'll keep you for another night, but then you are free to go.", she said before starting to walk out then stopping, "Hey by the way what's your name?"

"Larry, but everyone just calls me Solo Wing Pixy or Pixy for short.", he said to her.

"That is an odd name, you don't have wings and you're not a pixy.", she said looking at him.

"Well it's a long story, I'll be sure to tell you it sometime buddy.", he said feeling suddenly nostalgic, "Oh and hey what about you?"

"Redheart, Nurse Redheart, good to meet you Pixy", she said.

"Likewise Doc and thanks for patching me up", Pixy said to her as she left. When he then heard Redheart say to someone else that he's ready, but don't kill him with questions girls. Pixy then felt a very horrific feeling in the pit of his stomach. It reminded of him the times he was about to be hit by a missile in his jet, that really bad ominous feeling as if you have someone grabbing your insides and squeezing. When suddenly a pink blur suddenly appeared in his face, before Pixy had a chance to react he was overcome with a huge sprung of pink hair in his face and a long string of words that he doubted the best scholars couldn't decipher. And, a odd cupcake smell?

"HiwhatsyournameI'mPinkiePieandyou'renewandifyou'renewthanthatmeansyouneedtohaveapartyohnoIbettergodothatbyenicemeetingyou!", the creature from hell said before dissipating as fast as it has come.

"What in the name of god...", Pixie said breathing heavily and holding onto the sides of his bed. Before looking up and seeing the two horses from earlier enter the room, along with 2 other ones that were purple with purple hair, white with purple hair, and orange with yellow hair. When the purple one spoke,

"Hi, my name is Twilight Sparkle, you mind if I ask you a few questions?", she asked with a serious poker face.

"Uh, sure?", Pixy said not quite grasping what he had just gotten himself into.