Outside of the cockpit a swirling vortex of energy and light flashed crazily, to the point that Deathstroke chose to look at the laptop monitor instead of burn his only eye out by looking at the vortex. He was going over the information that had been provided to him and the deeper he went, the more clear it became that his employer had been learning about this place for a long time.

'Equestria. Land of talking horses with magical powers,' Slade thought to himself as he scrolled through the information. 'Two of which are strong enough to move the sun and moon respectively. Sounds troubling, but according to these files they are a peaceful race that only fights as a last resort. That's a shame. If I killed the two that could move the sun and moon, I could raise my asking price.'

Yet the promise of the additional pay held back Slade's murderous tendencies. He was a mercenary first, unless the mission was personal, so as he looked over the information on the ponies he began to plan non-lethal tactics for bringing them down.

'Clip the pegasi wings. The Earth ponies should barely be a challenge. The unicorns and alicorns are the ones that will prove to be the most challenging, but they shouldn't be any harder than the other magic wielders I've dealt with,' Slade planned. Once he had figured he had gathered enough information on the ponies, he rose from his pilot's seat and walked to the back of the ship.

The spacecraft had been loaned to him from his employer and with the amount of advanced technology and it's ability to travel across reality, Slade found he was getting more and more questions about his employer by the minute. Yet for the moment he found no need to investigate further, for when he had checked on of his many bank accounts he found that half of his promised pay had already been deposited. His employer, whoever they were, were willing to make good on the payment. And that was all Slade needed to know.

In the back of the ship were numerous lockers, all of which held Deathstroke's equipment. Numerous firearms, magazines filled with all sorts of ammo, and plenty of weapons for him to chose from. Countless explosives of varying design filled some of the lockers, while others held replacement pieces for his armor in case that ever became damaged. And then there was his sword, made of some of the strongest metal in the land, which occupied its own locker by itself.

Deathstroke grabbed his blade first and attached it to a magnet on his back, designed to hold his weaponry perfectly still until he detached it. His twin submachine guns were next and he attached them, along with numerous ammo magazines, to his leg holsters for easy access. Deathstroke took his energy firing staff as well, along with numerous stun and sonic grenades. Normally he would go with straight up explosives, but as he was being paid to be non-lethal, he figured he owed it to his employer to try.

He also grabbed a few energy bolas, designed to incapacitate, along with a small gun filled with a few darts with a green vial in them. This was a weapon that he wasn't sure that he wanted to bring, as he had been saving it in case he ever battled one of the Justice League members that wasn't Superman, but Deathstroke hadn't gotten as far in life as he had by taking risks. And with two beings that could move the heavens, he knew that caution would be what kept him alive.

'Besides, I'll only hold onto it as a precaution,' Deathstroke thought to himself as he placed the weapon in his armors secret compartment, so his enemies wouldn't be able to see it until it was too late. 'If I am forced into a situation where I have to use it, non-lethal will have gone out the window a long time ago. Not to mention the reports said that there are other beings besides the ponies, ones that aren't so key on being non-violent. Precaution is the best option.'

He snatched a pistol out of a locker as well before he walked back over to the pilot's chair, sitting down in it and grabbing the laptop once more. He flipped through a few more documents on information about the land, before he came to a stop on a document about six ponies who stood above all the others. Six with the power of what was called the Rainbow Power. A magical power strong enough to bring down any evil. Deathstroke took note of that, before he glanced up to see that his ship was coming to the end of the vortex.

Deathstroke strapped himself in and took the controls in his hands, gritting his teeth as the ship began to shake violently as the end of the vortex tried to rip it apart. But he knew this would happen, so instead of worrying about the potential of meeting a blazing end, he chose to use his incredible thinking skill to steer the ship to parts of the vortex where the turbulence was at its weakest.

After a few minutes of fighting with the vortex, the spacecraft finally burst out of the end of the vortex, forcing Deathstroke to shield his one eyes as a bright light blinded him. After only a moment of being blinded, Deathstroke cleared his vision and looked through the glass to see where he was.

It was Equestria. There was no doubt about that. The way the world looked below him, along with the brighter colors than his world, and the fact that the world below matched the images given to him in the laptop, confirmed Deathstroke's suspicions. There was also a sense of magic and wonder in the land, a feeling that Deathstroke instantly killed as he began to look around for a place to land his ship.

Suddenly an explosion of energy went of right next to the side of the ship, causing alarms to blare in the cockpit as Deathstroke began to wrestle with the controls. Yet the damage done by the explosion had knocked all of the ships navigation and thrusters off line, sending the ship spiraling down towards the planet below. Deathstroke realized that he was fighting a lost cause, so he sprung from his chair and raced towards the back of the ship. He tore open a door and just about to leap out, right before a red and black mask stuck itself inside the door.

"Hey buddy, got room for one more?" the guy asked Deathstroke. For a brief moment Deathstroke stared in disbelief at the masked figure, right before the ship crashed into the ground in a massive explosion.

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A groan escaped Slade's lips as he felt his consciousness return to him, along with a sensation of pain that blazed across his body. Yet all the pain did was allow Deathstroke to shake off the cobwebs in his mind and a moment later he was back at peak thinking capacity. Slade pushed himself off of the ground and back to his feet, where he looked around to see what had happened.

He was standing in the middle of a crater, with fire and pieces of metal raining down around him. The ship that he had arrived in was in pieces and what parts of the ship that weren't destroyed were now on fire. Deathstroke then glanced down at himself and saw that, aside from some ash and scratches, he hadn't suffered any serious damage.

Deathstroke cast a quick glance around and found the laptop laying half exposed under a pile of metal. Deathstroke walked over to it and grabbed hold of it, amazed to see that it had survived a crash that had made scrap out of a spacecraft capable of traveling between reality. Yet when he pulled out the laptop, he found that there was something else attached to it. It was a hand. A hand with a black glove covering it.

"Whoo, haven't crashed that hard since the last time I flirted with the Thing," a voice said from underneath some rubble, before a large piece of metal was overturned and a person in a red and black jumpsuit stood up. "But you know what they say, any crash where you can run away from before the cops arrive is a good one. And this time both of my legs are still attached. Bonus. Now then, where..."

In a blur of motion Deathstroke appeared behind the being, placing his sword at the figures throat and pressing it against his neck until he drew a thin trickle of blood. "Whoa there, no taking me from behind until our second date. Or the first one if you ask really nicely."

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Deathstroke asked in a no-nonsense tone. "Talk, before I remove your head from your shoulders."

"Okay, barely know you for a few seconds and already you've figured out one of my fetishes," the stranger replied as he glanced over his shoulder at Slade, before he looked down and spied the laptop. "Aha! So that's where you got to you naughty rascal. You leave for a few moments and already are trying to grab this hunk of man right here. Come to daddy!"

Despite having a sword at his throat, the red clad person crouched down and swiped his hand right off of the side of the laptop. He attached his hand back to his bleeding stump and a moment later began to move the hand around like it was perfectly healed. "I can't thank you enough for finding my hand, it's so hard to regrow a new one, especially when the old one is crawling around some-"

BANG!

Deathstroke's pistol shot rang out and a spray of blood shot out of the side of the person's head. The guy fell to the ground without making another sound, leaving Deathstroke to glare down at him for a moment before he turned and started to walk away. "Alright, time to figure out where I am. I know that I'm somewhere in Equestria, but aside from that I don't-"

"Hey! Motherfucker!"

Deathstroke spun around in time to raise his sword to deflect a pair of katana's, both of which were wielded by the red clad person who Deathstroke was certain he had shot in the head. "That was rude of you! Look, I'm all for decapitation on the first date, but just straight up shooting me in the head pisses me off!"

"You're a meta, aren't you?" Deathstroke asked before kicking the guy in the chest, getting him to back away before Deathstroke brought his sword up in a fighting stance. "Since you managed to survive, I'll ask you once again. Who are you and how did you get here?"

"You want me to talk about myself? Most people just tell me to shut up, but here someone wants to know all about me. Well, I'm usually so humble, but since you asked," the guy replied before he snapped his fingers and a single spotlight shone down on him, with the sky going black. "I'm Deadpool. The merc with a mouth. The Regenerating Degenerate. A raging sexy machine. The greatest mercenary that you've ever had the pleasure of knowing!...but you can call me whatever you want."

"Another mercenary...what are you doing here?" Deathstroke asked, slowly reaching towards his side and towards one of his grenades.

"I heard that there was a price put out for whoever can grab this magical thingy that's supposedly worthy a shit ton of money!" Deadpool explained, before he reached into his pants and pulled out an abomination of technology and magic. "So I stole this magical DeusExbullshitiestmaguffin from Doctor Strange and totally blamed it on the Hulk, before using it to teleport myself right into the wing of your spacecraft! Sorry about that. How about some ice cream to make up for it?"

"So, you're here for the magical source as well?" Deathstroke asked, before he hurled his grenade towards Deadpool. Deadpool raised an eyebrow right before the grenade went off right in the face of the merc with a mouth.

"No, not my money maker?! Do you know how dependent I am on this thing to get laid?!" Deadpool asked as he clutched at his eyes. Deathstroke was on him in a moment, impaling his sword into Deadpool's chest and driving it right up to the hilt. Yet instead of screaming in pain or simply dying on the spot, Deadpool looked down at the sword before narrowing his eyes at Deathstroke.

"Y'know, I'm starting to get the idea that you want to kill me," Deadpool said. Deathstroke narrowed his eye before he ripped the sword from Deadpool's chest, swinging his blade at the merc's head. Yet this time Deadpool deflected the strike with his katana's, before backing up and swinging his blades at his side. "Which is silly, because I'm the most partying guy in the universe! Who would want to kill me?"

Deathstroke made no reply, choosing instead to pull out one of his submachine guns and unload the magazine into the body of Deadpool. "Ouch! Ow! Pain! Agony! My kidney!" Deadpool cried out in pain as he got over thirty new holes in his body, before he slouched over with blood pouring from his wounds. Yet a moment later he stood up perfectly fine, with all of his holes rapidly healing before Deathstroke's very eye.

"First you want to swordfight and now you want to go shooty shooty bang bang time?! Come on, try to at least stick to the script!" Deadpool replied as he pulled out two pistols from nowhere, before unloading them at Deathstroke. "BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!"

Deathstroke lifted an arm to protect his one eye, while the bullets bounced off of his armor without leaving so much as a scratch. After a few moments of shooting, Deadpool's pistols began to click, getting Deadpool to look down at his empty weapons. "Um, I swear this never happens to me. Give me a minute to get these back up and-"

A kick to the side of Deadpool's head shut him up and sent him staggering backwards. Deathstroke pressed the attack and began to slash through Deadpool's body with his sword, fast and strong enough to cut through metal. Yet to his amazement, Deadpool was able to heal almost as fast as Deathstroke could strike, meaning that his previous wounds had healed by the time Deathstroke had the chance to strike again.

Deadpool spun around and blocked an overhead strike with his own twin blades, getting the two to push against one another as each mercenary tried to overpower the other. "You made a mistake coming here after that paycheck. Instead of riches, you've met your own demise," Deathstroke told Deadpool.

"Well geez, aren't you mister dark and grim," Deadpool replied in a bored tone as he found himself starting to get overpowered by Deathstroke. "We're in a magical land filled with all sorts of wonder and magic and yet all you want to do is kill me. I bet you don't have any friends, do you?"

"I have no friends by choice. My guess is that you have no friends because nobody can stand you."

"You think you can judge my life? You think you know me?! Oh that is it, you are dead!"

Deathstroke broke through the stalemate and drove his blade through the center of Deadpool's chest, pulling the blade up as he started to split Deadpool in two. Deadpool brought both of his blades back and aimed them at the one eyes that was peeking out through Deathstroke's helmet. Deathstroke and Deadpool both roared as they both went in for the final strike.

"Hiya!"

Both Deathstroke and Deadpool both ceased their attacks at the voice, a voice that was both happy and filled with joy. Both mercenaries turned their heads to the side to see a pink pony with a poofy pink mane was standing beside the two of them. She looked from one mercenary to the other, having no idea the battle she had just stopped.

"I saw the explosion from town a ways away and came out to see what was going on! You two must be new to this land. I'm Pinkie Pie! Who are you two?" she asked in a cheerful tone. For a moment neither Deathstroke nor Deadpool knew what to do. Then Deadpool's eyes lit up.

"Oh my god it's an adorable pink pony!" Deadpool exclaimed with glee, getting Pinkie to widen her eyes with excitement. "Oh I could just squeeze her till she pops and bring her home with me! I don't find horses cute but this little gal here-"

Then Deathstroke cleaved his sword upwards and sliced Deadpool clean in half.