Author's Notes:

If you're reading this, then you'll never get to see the original authors note here. Does that make you curious?

Regardless, this chapter has been given a "Level 3" priority.

Meaning,

THIS CHAPTER SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED FULLY "CANON."

IT IS DECENTLY HIGH ON MY LIST OF "Chapters to rewrite."

IT ALSO MEANS IT'S "Shit quality" LEVEL IS REALLY FREAKING HIGH.

The fallen soldier

Chapter 17

I planned to write a special April fools chapter, but as you can see. It didn't happen.

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"Are you sure this will work?" Twilight asked, taking a seat in the chair by you, whilst placing a cup of coffee next to you.

"Can't say for sure, but I'm hoping this will work." You pick up the mug and take a sip. "Thanks for the coffee." You place it down.

"No problem." Twilight sipped her own coffee.

You type a few more words, then some numbers, then you combine the two. The screen flashes red and a large DENY appeared.

"Damn." You sit back, running your hands through your bedraggled hair

"What?" Twilight inches closer, and peeks at the holographic screen.

"The key didn't work. Fuck! I'm going to have to write one." You take a large gulp of your coffee and start typing.

"How long will that take?" Twilight returned to her original spot and sipped her coffee.

"If I don't run into any problems, at least 30 minutes." You erase some words and type new ones.

"Exactly what is this key going to do?" Twilight crossed her leg over her other.

"Didn't I tell you?" You stop typing and look at her.

She shakes her head.

"Oh." You start typing again. "The key is for my suit, you know? So I can get out of it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." She responds, waving her hands at you.

A comfortable silence took over the kitchen.

"Hey Twilight." You spoke, shattering the fragile silence.

"Yeah?"

"Can you go see Rarity about some clothes that would fit me? I'll give you some bits." You reach to your side and grab your saving's, you hand the bag to her.

"Sure, I was going to go visit today anyway." She stood up and left the kitchen, what she did from there wasn't your business.

Instead, you focus on your typing and begin typing all kinds of words and numbers. Within 29 minutes, you finished the base of the key, if it wouldn't work, then you'd have to code the 'guts'.

Meaning the key is currently 'universal'.

You take a sip of your coffee, only to realize the cup has long since been empty. You place the mug back down and rise from your chair, you transfer the key from the laptop you took from the Locust. Then you scroll through the files on your suit, you find it along side it's other failed key brethren. You select the file and press ACTIVATE.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then your chest seemingly lost the pressure pushing against it. You looked down and listened as the chest piece made mechanized noises, moving gears, pumping pistons, all the good stuff. The armor on your hands retracted, allowing you to take off the gloves.

Then the chest piece opened up, you pulled your arms from the sleeves and heaved the chest piece over your head. Leaving your chest and arms to be covered in the 'undersuit'. You watched as the armored retracted from your ankles, allowing to kick off the armored boots and remove the pants.

Now, for the first time in 4 and a half weeks, EVER since you woke in the hospital.

You wasn't wearing your A.M.A.H.S. suit.

And damn! Did It feel good!

You grabbed the pieces and dragged them over to a corner in the room. The chest and pants were incredibly heavy, now that you wasn't wearing them. The boots had a decent weight to them. And the gloves were gloves, they didn't weigh much.

You wiped some sweat from your forehead, was it alway this hot? Your suit offered air conditioning, so you never had to worry about weather. Now you have to worry about weather.

You stretched your arms and walked to Twilight's bathroom, you opened the door and walked inside, flipping a switch that turned on Twilight's magic lamp. You looked at yourself in the mirror.

The undersuit was essentially a skin tight suit that offered basic protection against small arms and energy weapon's. You rubbed your hand around your back and felt the zipper, you pulled it down and sighed as your body was released from its skin tight prison.

You pulled your arms from the garment and let it simply fall to the ground. You wrapped the sleeves around your waist and once again admired your now bare chest.

Your body was still in impressive condition. You ran your hand down your 'ripped' chest, and stomach, and grinned in a devilish fashion.

( Ripped as in, six pack, and your one non-augmented arm. )

You were always a beefy guy, you got that from your father. Throughout elementary school and middle school, you always stood a head over every other kid. Plus, your father didn't believe in sitting around and playing 'video games' so he actually encouraged you to run the ship you lived on.

He signed you up for nearly every sport, and had you work out alongside him. You enjoyed being active, after being active for so long, it was always hard to imagine sitting still and being lazy. You ended up not liking lazy people for this one reason.

You respected your father and loved your mother.

Now your mother, she was a-

"Anderson! I got your clothes! Rarity insisted you not pay for them! I also got more of that cereal you like so much!" There was the sound of a door closing, then the rustling of bags.

"Okay!" You shout back.

You exit the bathroom and walk into the kitchen.

You spot Twilight gazing upon the pile of advanced armor components.

"Hey! You got the armor off! That's aweso-" she turned around and froze.

"What?" You ask, reaching into the bag and pulling out the cereal she bought you.

"Anderson! You're shirtless!" She covered her eyes, but her fingers opened, her eyes barely visible.

"Yeah, I'm a dude." You open the cereal box and pour some into a cup.

"Y-yeah! I can see that!" She grabbed a bag and tossed it to you.

"Oh my Anderson! you stink!" She plugged her nose, the blush on her face disappearing.

"Yeah, it's been like four weeks! Now if you don't mind, imma go take a shower." You open the bag and look at the clothes inside.

It wasn't exactly your style, but you wasn't going to complain.

You're just happy to finally be out of that suit.