The fallen soldier

Pt 19

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"Yeah okay, I'll see you two later." You waved goodbye and jumped off their porch.

The door closed, leaving you alone with the rest of the town. Your time with Vinyl and her friend Octavia, was now over. You spent most of it goofing off with Vinyl and ended it with another cup of tea with Octavia.

It was now 3:34Pm

The day was still young, so you figured you'd spend it wisely. That letter from Celestia came in not too long ago. It spoke of your recruitment into the Royal Guard, but mentioned a small requirement.

You need to show up in Canterlot, and request a meeting with Celestia. From there, you have no idea what happens. You imagined you'd have to show some skills, so she doesn't think she hiring nothing but the best.

You weren't looking for a permanent job, this was temporary. You just don't wanna get "rusty" whenever it comes to fighting. You haven't seen a proper fight in weeks. You really want something to do.

Why not just go up to Canterlot? It'd be something, definitely better than sitting around Ponyville all day, might be quite the adventure as well. You'll ask Twilight.

You walked through town, townsfolk waved at you, you waved back. Kids approached you, you gently sent them off. Lady's approached you, you awkwardly backed away, terrible excuses spewing from your mouth.

A woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, with red-green hair approached you. She was definitely a looker, but you try not to mix business with pleasure.

She spoke, a small blush on her face, "How about you and me go-"

You interrupted her, "hehe! Sorry! But I gotta. . . Go water my squidplants! Hehe." You backed away, a nervous smile on your face.

She reached out towards you, "But-"

"Squidplants!" You yelled, turning and walking.

As you left the now disheartened woman, another man, who was half your size, approached her. You didn't care about what happened from there, maybe it was a friend comforting a friend, maybe it was some guy seeing his chance to sweep in and take her off her feet.

You had a meeting to set up.

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You pushed the library's door open, still no-one. It seems nobody has interest in the books here, maybe the books don't interest anyone, this might be a town of action after all. Though, lord knows some of the residents here could do with a good read.

"Twilight!" You called, no answer.

"Twilight!!" You called, no answer.

"Twili-"

"If she's not answering, then she isn't here." Spike walked in from the kitchen, a emerald in his hand.

Not liking his attitude, you replied, "Didn't Twilight say those emeralds weren't for you."

He froze, looked at his hand, looked back at you, smiled nervously, and slipped it behind his back.

Having gotten your revenge, you ask, "how long would it take to ride a train from here to Canterlot?"

Spike places his scaly hand on his face, "if all goes well, 2 hours at most."

You raise an eyebrow, "if all goes well? I don't like the way that sounded."

"Trains are still kinda new you know, they were invented. . . 9 years ago? And it took around 5 years to get tracks running across Equestria. Its design has to be perfected, but don't worry, whenever something does happen, its usually because a unicorn forgets to check the magic converter."

"What's that?" You ask.

"It's a device that converts magic into usable electricity. At first, trains consumed coal, but then a well known Mage in Canterlot developed a device that turns magic into safe electricity."

"Then why doesn't every house have one? That invention sounds revolutionary, it could change a lot!"

"Trust me, it already has. But it's costly, the one converter on the train alone cost around 500,000 bits to make."

"Fucking hell! That's a lot! Why so damn much!?"

"The parts for it are imported, sometimes at ridiculous prices, and sometimes a whole part alone has to be replaced when it's time for repairs." Spike ate the emerald behind his back.

"Damn, alright. Well I'm going to Canterlot." You walked past the small dragon.

"Is it over the letter from Celestia?" Spike called after you.

"Yep. Tell Twilight I'll be back tomorrow or today. . . Just say I'll be back whenever." You approached the pile of power armor lying in the corner of the kitchen.

"Alright, take care and try to avoid fights with anyone." Spike nonchalantly spoke.

"Hmm." You hummed back.

You decided to suit up in the kitchen.

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You pulled your shirt off, unzipped the Khakis and pulled them down. Leaving your undershirt and boxers, you reached down and grabbed the Under-armor. You quietly slipped into the suit and zipped it up, afterwords, you reached back into the pile and grabbed the armored pants.

You slid the pants on, stuffed your feet into the boots, heaved the chest-plate on to your body, and then clipped the helmet on. From there you manually launched the suits OS and waited as it booted up.

There was several beeps, then the entire suit locked up. Your shoulders, knees, elbow, and pretty much entire body refused to follow your commands. Only a second later did the suit unfreeze.

Your vision came back to you in three separate pieces. Then a robotic voice announced, "A.M.A.H.S. SYSTEM READY FOR USE, GO GET EM' SOLDIER"

As you readjusted to wearing the suit, you decided to get ready. You walked into your guest room, threw your used clothes on a table, and then loaded up.

You reattached your trusty handgun, stuck Lewis's assault rifle on your back, and then stuck a SMG to your hip. Actually, you're going to a guarded area, a assault rifle really shouldn't be required.

You yanked the rifle from your back and placed it on the guest bed. A handgun and SMG will do you just fine, though you probably didn't need either. You felt like carrying them. That's your excuse.

You opened your closet and pulled a backpack out, you shoved your Holo-laptop inside, alongside your one and only outfit. Then you clipped your bag of bits on your hip. With this small amount of gear at your side, you left the treehouse, giving Spike a brief good bye.

You walked through town, straight to the train station.

You payed for a ticket, 18 bits down the drain, and found your seat. It was middle class, you weren't paying 25 bits so you can sit in a a extra comfortable chair, besides, your suit would make any chair seem comfortable.

And of course, your appearance did cause some misunderstanding with newly arrived tourists. You hoped this would be different in Canterlot.

Author's Notes:

Sooooo. . . . Been a while!

Insert Sorry face here--

No excuse, just uh. . Lazy.

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