Author note i Have started to redo some of the chapters to start laying in his hidden past, so you might notice a few different things popping up here and there.

'Oh, my head...' was the first thought that came to mind. As the bliss of sleep slowly past on I woke to the waking world. As the feeling in my body returned I started to feel what had happened last night. I felt my pelvis ache, both my arms where numb, and I was sure both my legs where as well. The moment my eyes opened, the truth of what happened last night returned. As I begin looking around I could see that my room was just a udder mess. My shelves were torn off the walls, the window shades where torn off, my couch was up side down, and I was pretty sure my bed was never this close to the ground.

As the numb sensation ran back though my head about my arms, I looked down at my arms. Both had a pony rapped around them. Flutters being the one with the tightest grip, while pinkie seemed to have the lightest. As I looked at the both of them, I could tell they both had the same rough night I had. Both of their coats were missed up, their manes were as well, and I was fairly sure we all needed a bath. As I slowly started on pulling my arms free of both of them. I noticed the bites on my arms. God that was the best night of non stop sex I have ever had, but having two years of build up for the girls seems to give them even more reason to keep going. I will be kind and keep the acts that happened out of this notebook after all, what happens in the bedroom stays there.

After getting free I walked over to my bathroom and started the shower, and god damn does the cold water wake you up. Thankfully the warm water kicked in after a little while. As I showered the full amount of pain hit me. Hell i felt a small tear drop from the shot to the head I got. I know I'm going to be sore for a while. When i was done, I saw that both pinkie and futtershy where up, pinkie spoke up saying she was heading home to get cleaned up and get ready for the wedding. I offered my bathroom to flutters to use, which she did. As she went in i felt little pyro jump at the sight I was getting, but I can't jump right back into it. After all, a full night of that, im sure all that would come out would be a flag with the words bang on it. (ha get it?)

I left flutters a note saying im going to go down to my crafting area to get some potions of healing going. I'm going to need them to help get rid of this ache I am feeling. As soon as I was at the room I grabbed a bit of gel, some water, a glass bottle, and a glowing mushroom. The moment it was done I drank it. I could feel the numbness, ache, and pain leave from my body. After give a few stretches to help get my body ready for the day ahead, I put on some potions of strength and invisibility going. After all i know what storm is coming, and I was not going to get caught with my pants down.

As the potions sat there brewing away i started on getting my armors find tuned. I grabbed the leaver i had in there and my secret work/project room opened up. inside sat my prototype power armor suit based on the one from fallout 4, the one under the code name X-01 mark 3. i had spent a good chunk of time working on this suit, the armor plating on it was a mix of steel and titanium alloy mix I was nicknaming steanium. I know not the best name but its the best I could come up with. I had installed a teleport stone in the back so it cold be called upon when needed. The helmet was very different from the X-01 i was building it with a prototype omega mark 7 helmet. It was starting to looked like the prototype mobile attack suit from the halo short called halo prototype. The body kept the X-01 build but i was slowing adding more armor plates to it. For a later materials i would be getting later down the road. At the same time i had been working on some weapons the could be connected to the suit. I had the chain belt fed Minigun done, the mini rocket launchers were almost ready, and the jet pack was ready to. the bombs i could not figure out how to make them. The final weapon I was almost down with as well was the shoulder mounted artillery cannon from the halo suit was well. I had made the barrel much longer so i could pick off far away targets. it was just about 10 feet long and weighed a lot. It was just the recoil for it was a lot for the suit to take but it was ready, in a testing way. But should i need to use it in the field I will, and I will just have to deal with any bugs from then on.

I grabbed the torch and started to weld on the cannon to the jet pack along with the mini rocket launchers, I welded the ammo carry case for the minigun ammo. It had a max of 250 50.cal carry amount. the cannon could only hold 5 maybe 6 shells. each shell was a 150 mm shell with enough powder to get it over a mile per second. The rocket launchers only had 16 shots each, but each rocket held enough power to blow a hole though a wall easily. so well balanced. i was starting to noticed the power armor was starting to get mean looking but it was still unpainted, after a few minutes looking at paint jobs i decided on a black body with the under body having a red paint job. I slowly started to add the famous shark paint job to the shoulder plates and the very end of the cannon. I had to admit it now held a very intimidating look to it.

After linking my pipboy, with the stone the suit could be called when ever needed, should the stone recharge by then. it looks like it would take a few days so got to be careful and know when it was wise to call it in. As i worked on it, my mind started on its path back words in time once again, as i worked my mind returned to the one memory that i fear. the memory of how my late wife had died. The year was in the early 2000's, i think 2018 or 2019. A fair was going on and things where going great. I was 24 and my girlfriend/ early wife was 21, and she was 6 months into her pregnancy. Our little boy was coming alone just fine with no trouble. The deaths of my family members where still very fresh in my mind. my father being the latest. I still miss them some much.

We both where in a fair when IT happened. One minute everything was going good, then the bomb went off. In a garbage bin next to us was a home made pipe bomb meant for someone else, instead it took my wife. A shard of the pipe hit me and put a deep scar down the left side of my face. i still had sight out of my left eye thankfully. As i sat there hold her i watched the very life of my wife leave her eyes and to feel her heart stop brought me crashing down. The cops said I was broken. And truth be told, I was.

I had never been more angry in my life then that very moment. After She was brayed i had crawled into a bottle and had not come out till it was almost the end of the year. An old friend that was with the army found me helped me get back and finely told me who it was that killed her. The fucking god damn ISIS fuck tards had been the one that did it. My fury that day grow to form a being i know all to well now. Hank my inner killer, My beast, My demon.

After joining up I started making some friends. Soon there where 50 of us. We decided to leave the army, kind of and become mercs. We still where in the army, but we would take on a lot of missions. Missions that they would not give there men. We have only lost 4 brothers, my friend that helped me was one of them. We all had chosen a place to be buried should we fall in a mission. It over looks the ocean, up on a cliff. We made each stone for each of them. On the sides of the stone we put there rank and out emblem, The screaming eagles. 42 years later though, Now after everything I went though with them, there now stands 48 graves. Each one marked with my bothers and sisters rank, name and our emblem. I and our medic are the only ones the make it out on our finale mission. Both of us came back different men that day. Phil the medic's back was broken by a IED after getting me on the helicopter. I was in far worse shape.

The shell that kill most of my brothers and sister took my left arm, the explosion from it took my left leg out and shrapnel from it took my left eye out as well. The thing went off just three feet from me. How i still am alive is belonged me but i have a feeling it was my wife's hand that saved me. After dragging me to safety most of my band where being taken down which ever ones that had survived the shell. Our medic did what he could to keep me for deaths hands and I still am happy he did what he had to do. We called an retreat and ran from the town. There where only 16 of us at best running away from there, only I and him made it back. As we where air lifted by an army heli, the last thing I heard before falling on deaths door was "Launch the missile the rescue mission was a failure. Got The screaming eagles leader and medic on bored both are in bad shape need emergency teams ready for landing, the captain is not looking to good."

I came to in the hospital along side my medic. He was still asleep while I was healing. A nurse came in and saw I was awake. She ran out and after a few minutes later in comes out five star general. He told me he was proud that I had made it out and that he was sorry for my losses, turned on his heel and started to leave until he said "Goodbye four star general Zackery" I was proud I was a general, but at the same time the loss of every one was still over whelming. After getting a doc to help me, me and Phil made our way to our spot. With the help of the staff we built the rest of the graves for our brothers and sisters each one now dated with there births and deaths dates. In the very front I put a stone with a message on it. It read as such.

"Here lies the brave men and women of the screaming eagles, who have given there lives to protect what we care for and what we stand for, so be kind and give them a moment of time to say your thanks to them." After word I put my name and my wife's name. As she was buried there as well. She always wanted a view of the ocean. I was to be buried with her after my death but that never happened. And now after thinking about it i want to go back there some I can see my old friends one last time.

Well its time for me to go put on my tux and get ready for this wedding.