The fallen soldier

Chapter. . . Something, I've literally forgotten, I should really check.

This entire fucking story needs a rewrite, I read through the chapter that didn't have "x's" and had a panick attack.

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You wandered the halls until you eventually came across something that caught your eye. A garden, a professionally designed garden for that matter. It's like every plant was placed a very specific way, as if attempting to catch the eye of any passerby.

You took the bait and stepped out into the garden, sounds of insects and animals chirping instantly filled the air. You looked around, admiring the foreign plants and insects. You saw some familiar plants, one being a Rose bush, and another being a Dandelion.

Though sadly, due to you being the type of guy you are, plants and insects never found their way into your 'Should give a shit about' folder. Though that doesn't mean you can't take 5 minutes out of your action packed life to just simply take in the environment.

You looked out of place though, a fella of you status admiring plant and flowers?! Well, any one who dared to question why you did what you did could, quite frankly, go fuck themselves. You was your own person.

Your suits motion sensor picked up on something attempting to sneak behind you. You did a 180* turn and drew your SAS-24, aiming at whatever it was.

It was a a wandering deer, your rapid movements scared it off. It turned and bounced away, disappearing behind trees and the high tides of plants. You sighed and holstered your pistol, only to hear this.

"Well, you certainly terrified that poor creature."

You jumped forward and turned around, pulling your SAS-24 out again.

"You also love drawing that little weapon of yours." The mysterious voice chuckled.

You lowered your weapon, "I'm pretty edgy whenever it comes to people sneaking up on me.

The person who snuck up on you was no other than Celestia, the princess smiled and began talking.

"That was some great swordplay, especially for a beginner such as yourself."

You scoffed. "Please, Kentucky has probably had better sword fights with his grandma."

"You shouldn't doubt yourself Anderson, with time, I'm sure you'll handle a sword like you handle your firearms." Celestia placed a reassuring hand on your armored shoulder.

You chuckled. "Swords are a lot fucking different than firearms."

Celestia raised a eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well with guns, you point the barrel at whatever you want dead, and you pull the trigger. With swords, you have to get up close and pray to God they don't know how retaliate with their own sword." You held up two fingers.

"Surely you have knowledge on close quarters combat." Celestia asked.

"Sure I do, I can use a knife and my plasma sword." You pulled your knife from its holster on your left leg.

"If you carry a sword, even if it's plasma, then you should have some kind of knowledge on swords." Celesta replied.

"Haven't we already gone over this? My plasma sword is a destructive weapon, the only thing capable of going against it is another plasma sword." You slid you knife back in place.

"Wouldn't you be able to just take the wielder down by firing your firearms at them?"

"Yeah, but they could block a bullet if timed well enough, can't block a fucking grenade though." You chuckled to yourself, while glancing down at the plasma a sword on your wrist.

Celestia raised her eyebrow again. "Is that how you acquired your plasma sword? Off the corpse of your fallen foe?"

"Yeah actually, fucker tried to rush me while I was reloading my assault rifle, I switched to my handgun and fired at him. He blocked most of them, one got em' in the leg, fucker didn't quit though. I kicked him in the face and knocked him down the slope we happened to be on, I pulled a grenade from my pack and tossed it down after him. I looted his corpse and took the sword, simply because the blade happened to be my favorite color, and I thought it was badass." You gasped for air after you finished speaking.

Celestia frowned at your detailed description of his death, she didn't like the look in your eyes.

"Hmm, that's certainly something." She brought her hand to her chin.

"Of yeah, me and this sword go way back." You patted the sleek black box that held the plasma sword.

"Hmm, I'd say you're exactly the type of man I was looking for." Celestia's face suddenly grew very serious.

"What do you mean?" You reply.

"Anderson, how would you feel about undergoing secret missions for the Equestrian military?" Celestia looked you in the eyes.

You thought for a moment, then replied. "I'd rather not get myself involved with another planets politics, my loyalty is pledged to my own nation."

"You'd be doing my kingdom a great favor, you may even prevent a war that will bring great loss." Celestia countered.

You frowned. "With all due respect Celestia, I just recovered from a already devastating war. I already suffer from a multitude of physical and mental problems, I'd rather not add on to that list."

"I see, well if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." Celestia turned to walk away, but stopped and faced you again.

"If you need a little inspiration Anderson, I've heard a large unknown metal beast fell from the sky's and landed in Griffonia's uninhabited grass plains."

You nearly had a heart attack.

"L-landed!? You mean it LANDED!! Hahahaha! That's my ticket off this planet!" You jumped in the air and fist pumped.

You jumped a little too high and accidentally punched a wooden beam. Luckily it didn't collapse much.

"You've just piqued my interest, how much Intel do you have on the spacecraft?!"

Celestia smiled like she just caught the biggest fish in the ocean. "Kentucky spoke of the space craft, he claimed the military's strongest was there to find a way inside. When ever they launched a ballista at the exterior of the ship, a sphere covered in triangles appear and sent the ballista flying back. When the Griffins relaunched the ballista, a voice from the gods appeared and warned them of their termination if they re-attempted such a attack."

"Did they ever reattempt to breach the hull?" You asked, genuinely curious as to what happened.

"I'm not sure, you'll have to ask Kentucky, though he may not exactly welcome you." Celestia crossed her arms, "you did kind of kick him in the face."

"I'm trying anyway, were can I find him?" You ask.

"Check the barracks, he should be in the medical tent, look for the group of birds surrounding a tent." Celestia answered with a smile on her face.

"Right! I'll see you later."

You turned and jogged towards the gardens exit, you pushed open the doors and walked inside. You looked at Celestia as you closed the doors, eventually turning and breaking into a jog again.

"Was it a wise move sister? To employ the services of such a. . Dangerous man?"

I know not dear sister, but Anderson's knowledge of war will help us win our own.

"Still, to employ a man who has no reason to help us, what if he abandons us as soon as he gets a chance to leave this planet?!"

You are not giving him enough credit sister, I believe Anderson will not abandon us in our time of need.

I hope you're right dear sister, I hope you're right.

Medical tent, group of armored birds. . . Ah, there it is.

You approached the tent, but was stopped by the guards.

"State you business human." The oversized bird commanded.

"At least he didn't call me a Alien."

"I'm here to see the ambassador." You reply, straightening your posture, trying to look as presentable as possible.

"Aren't you the one who fought him and won?" The griffin asked.

"He cheated!" hollered a Griffin inside the tent.

Kentucky's voice appeared as well, "oh shut yer trap! Let the man in our chamber of love!"

The guard grunted and opened the flap, allowing you access.

You stepped inside and admired the tent.

Kentucky was lying on a gurney, he had gauze wrapped along his face. He had a slight slur to his speech, meaning he was either hopped up on alcohol or he was under some kind of sedative.

Or maybe your kick damaged something internal.

"Have you noticed the butterfly's in the room? They're so pretty! Haha!"

Nope, he's under medication.

"No, I haven't seen any. . . Butterfly's in the room. Though that's not what I'm here for." You stood beside the drugged bird.

"Then what are you here for?! Did they send you!?" Kentucky suddenly sat up and looked you in the eye, before breaking into a fit of giggles and laying back down.

"No they didn't send me, I'm here to ask about the metal beast that fell from the sky."

Kentucky froze and scowled, "Ah, the metal beast, it is no secret, what do you wish to know?" Kentucky suddenly lost his giggly personality and was all serious.

"What happened after the voice from the gods warned your people?"

Kentucky's eye's narrowed and he scowled, "The king was there himself, he heard the voices! Yet he ordered them to try again! And. . .and. . . And then the metal beast spit a hail of fire."

Sounds like the ships defenses are still in working order.

Kentucky's eyes started watering, "I lost 2 of my dearest friends."

Unsure of what to say, you simply stand there and watch the bird cry.

If only he could experience what you have.

Author's Notes:

Hey! Just to let you know, you suffer from dissociative personality disorder.

There's "You" and then there's "Soldier You."

Now you'll understand why I type, "soldier mode kicked in."

Also I've decided, Kentucky has a Russian accent, I feel like it suits his character. Though I don't know how to write one, so you'll have to imagine him speaking with one.

Or hell, maybe you've already given him a English accent.

Or a Australian accent.

Fuck, maybe he has a squeaky voice.

Also, I've posted a blog that has Your backstory written on it, though it's only the first 7 years of your military career. You should go check it out! And any other blogs I post!

Anyways, comment and subscribe, I'll see you all next chapter.

Wait! Any of you wanna have your idea turned into a chapter?! No matter how ridiculous!

No?. . .well damn.