What the fuck. That is all I can think as I stare at the Covenant Assault Carrier that we Ahriman and I captured. They already painted the whole thing completely blue and painted the words Project Overlord on it. I don't even. What? I... HOW?!

You know what? No. Just don't think about it. This is even worse than Discord. Well not exactly worse since it's partially beneficial but this might as well have been announcing to the entire world that I am the director of a project with a suspicious name.

Eh, time to look on the bright side. I doubt anything any of the nations on this planet have to throw at me will even be able to destroy let alone damage the cruiser enough. I was about to say something but I was pulled into a portal.

Point Of View Change

As I looked the the others expressions of surprise, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What?” I asked. “Having a race that feeds on love, what makes the Empire so safe, and giving it to them is a two fold thing: They get food, and we get an ally. Seriously, am I the only one to think about this?”

“Well,” Twilight asked, “how are we going to find them?”

“That, I already have a plan on,” I replied, getting up. “Follow me.”

With that, I led the others to the portal room. “Be prepared to shield your eyes,” I said as I sent a message to Nolandroid. Now.

With that, the portal began to open. I held up three fingers, and lowered one per second. When the last fell, there was a bright flash, and a being in a light blue armor with a Halo 4 sniper in his hands appeared.

“Really?! Not even the decency to warn me? I just finished upgrading a covenant class assault carrier. At least I didn’t end up here in that strange pelican. That thing reminds me way too much of the TARDIS.” The being looks at me and facepalms.

“Well, we nedd help,” I said. “Twilight, Applejack, Nightmare, this is a fellow displaced, what we are, who was sent to a different Equestria, Church.”

“You know about me? Then you know that I’m not alive.”

“Which is why we need your help,” Cybis said. “We need an AI to help run our magic detection satellites to find a changeling hive

“Ok, but if we’re doing it that way I’m getting help.” Church pulls out a strange looking book and says nothing for a few seconds before an Elite General and a few other spartans that look like Lopez fall out.”

“Really? We were tracking down a separatist.” The elite says in annoyance.

“Odio cuando haces eso.” (I hate when you do that.) The spartans say.

“Did they just speak maneish?” Twilight asked, getting a chuckle from us Guardians and Church.

“Nope,” I said. “Spanish, from our world.”

“Wow, alguien nos entiende sin embargo, ni siquiera obtener el derecho de idioma.” (Wow, someone understands us yet they don't even get the language right.) Church and the elite facepalm.

“Si, yo pudeo,” I said, which means, “Yes, I can.”

“Thank god you didn’t use high school spanish. Or pretend to understand them. I don’t want a coup de grâce this early.” One of the spartans flips off Church.

“Guess we might as well show you guys where you’ll physically be,” Rhino said. “Come on.”

The group of five look at Rhino and nod.

With that, Rhino led us out, as we had built a room in our Tower for AI interface. Thank god for being able to prepare for shit.

“Delta. Did you establish connection with the rest of the Project?” Church asks himself, making everyone stare at him except the Lopez bots and Virgil. A green AI hologram appears next to Church.

“Negative. Wrong frequency.” He disappears.

As the rest gave him looks, I said, “Church is actually an AI, designate Epsilon, who contains multiple AI fragments by memory,” I said to the three mares. “Delta’s the logical one out of them.”

Allison or Tex or Beta, whatever you want to call her appears and asks, “Are you saying I’m not logical?”

“No, just a little headstrong,” I said, “Allison, seeing as how reckless you can be, not taking help from the other freelancers.” At the looks of the mare, I added, “Secret project.”

“Uh, buddy. I wouldn’t piss her off if I were you. She can still leave my suit. I really don’t want a repeat of the Grif incident.” Virgil couldn’t hold it in any longer and starts laughing her ass off at this.

“Which one of us has to deal with a pissed off godess who’s the daughter of something I’d rather not say, for fear of invoking Murphy’s law, that can destroy entire armies with little effort.”

Church flinched a little. “Don’t even mention that law! A displaced asked what could possibly insert rest of words here and a starship the size of a dwarf star appeared out of a portal and then was ripped in half by a black hole in front of my eyes.”

“Then let’s continue before we invoke it,” Cybis said, and we continued, fortunately with a short walk.

“I can’t believe you actually let him do that.” Virgil scoffs. “I would have ejected him out of the pelican for doing that.”

Church shrugs, “I kinda forgot about that function.”

“And we aren’t in space, which, by the way,” Rhino said, “we can survive in for a while.”

“Yeah? I can use a dimension of insanity as a pocket dimension or a banishment portal.”

“Can we stop arguing,” Cybis asked. “We’re here, any way.” The room in which we stood was pure white, and had slots for various bodies, which were meant for frames, but could hold Spartans.

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Gamma said in Church’s Helmet.

“You’re not the only one. So, what are we even here for anyways”

“To help us find Chrysalis,” I said, “using the satellites to trace her magic.”

“That’s… actually pretty easy. Relatively speaking.”

“Then plug in,” Rhino said. “I speak from experience when I say it’s easy.”

“Uh. You realize we aren’t like normal Smart AIs right? We don’t come with a chip.” Church says as he leaves his armor which went into armor lock. He somehow picks up the gravity hammer, energy sword, and sniper rifle and attaches them to himself.

“Slots are there to dock,” Rhino said.

Church shrugs and finds the slot and disappears. “Holy shit! I feel like a fucking god! Ok now I think I see something. Wait no. Wait… uh… Is it a greenish looking structure?”

“Bingo!” I yelled. “The rest of you, help him out. I want to make sure its really her hive.”

“Wait no! I’m getting jammed. Are you sure there isn’t anyone else here with your technology? Because I tried to copy the coordinates but it’s not working. Oh nevermind the signal refreshed. Uh, hmm. Yeah I still can’t receive.” Church says in confusion.

“Damn,” I said. “Nolandroid, getting anything?”

“Not a lot,” my Ghost replied. “but I am getting something from Canterlot. I’ll have Disciple check it out.”

Suddenly Church screams. “This system does not like me!”

“Rhino,” I said, to which Rhino nodded and took off his helmet, and plugged in next to Church. “Anything?”

Church was completely silent now and the others were starting to get worried.

“Definitely got something in the badlands,” Rhino said. “Chruch is alright, but that signature in Canterlot: I got Guardian light and, oh come on, we didn’t even say it!”

My eyes go wide as Church is sent flying out of the slot, “If I was human, I’m pretty sure I’d be hospitalized! That machine is like an electric chair!”

“You sure,” I asked. “Rhino seems alright.”

“Eh… oh really now?! Delta?! What did I tell you about screwing around with my matrices?”

Delta appears next to Church and says, “What? We could have-”

“Protocol override. Don’t mess with my matrices.” Delta disappears. “Seems he doesn’t like not knowing what things are. Did you guys get anything?”

“Changelings in the badlands, and that particular force in Canterlot,” Rhino said as he disengaged. “Joy.”

“Wait a minute. Are you talking about…” Church appeared next to Rhino and whispered, “The wedding?”

“Yes for the first thing, and I wish for the second,” Rhino replied, with me being able to hear him thanks to our link.

“Oh great, now I’m getting a bloodlust. You’d hate to have an AI fragment who gets furious just because you said hi if you were me as well. Whatever, so you found them then. The badlands. Now what? Friend or foe? Or what?”

“We reach a peace agreement with them,” I said. “And you guys can go now, by the way. Thanks.”

“Like, go go? Or as in wait until you need us again? Because to be honest, I’ve seen displaced try a peace agreement with changelings and sometimes… It doesn’t even matter how much firepower you have.”

“With them, no,” Cybis said. “Later, though, no idea.”

“That’s extremely vague.” Virgil says.

“We know.”

“Well, if you don’t need us then. We’ll just be in the void.”

With that, they went back to the portal room, and left the rest of us in the room.

An energy sword drops on my head with a note that says, “If you ever need me again, well, you know just talk into this sword and I’ll be there. It’s fully functional and has infinite charge as well!”

“Right,” I said, nodding, as they walked away.

“That was interesting,” Nightmare said.

"Well, shit. And I wanted to fight a war." The rest of my five team squad, the Lopezes and Virgil look at me in disappointment.

Author's Notes:

The chapter is a crossover with LoneShadow's Story, The Guardian's Story.