Tuesday 29th July 2014
09:11
Badlands F.O.B
Day 16 on Deployment

Having waited in the scorching desert for three days, we were finally resupplied with rations and water before being transported back to the F.O.B. We kept our heads low the entire time we remained in the hills, using the naturally formed caves as shelter from the blistering sun. The time in the desert reminded me that tonnes of kit and heat are not a great combination for a soldier, I'd have to do something to help me keep myself cool throughout the rest of this deployment. Whilst we were waiting, I occupied all of my free time with peeling the fur from my body in an attempt to reduce another layer from my body.

As soon as we were collected, we were hit with dozens of questions as to where we found a Changeling and why we took him down. Having explained the situation, this seemed to have everyone on edge that there could be more of these shape-shifting bugs out here. Wrapping the body up in a tarp, we were extracted from our location and made the two-day journey back to the F.O.B, arriving back on Tuesday.

With the chariot touching down within the supply depot of the base, I climb out of the back and drag the tarp covered body closer towards me. Throwing it over my shoulder, I begin to walk towards the intelligence officer's accommodation with Chaser in tow. The amount of looks we get is unbelievable, likely the result of carrying a body which bears the same shape as that of a pony.

Reaching the small series of ruined buildings on the outskirts of the base, I'm prevented from entering as Gabrielle and one of her soldiers simultaneously attempt to walk out of the door. "John, what are you doing?" She asks with concerns as her eyes lock on the covered body.

"Got some intel that you may find interesting," I state as I adjust the weight on my shoulder.

"And the intel is a dead pony?"

I shake my head, "You're gonna want to see this."

As she steps to the side to allow me entrance, I hear her companion whispering to her once I've passed them. "Are we sure that being in so many wars hasn't fried his brain?" I'm about to retort to the outburst myself before I hear the sound of a swift slap across the back of his head being delivered by his Captain.

Reaching one of the rooms, I peer inside to see a female Pegasus mid-conversation with Shining Armor. "Hey, green slime, I've got something that will definitely interest you." This cause the two of them to turn to me in confusion. Nodding my head towards her, I clarify myself. "Green slime, intelligence officer, that's you."

"Do you mind telling me why you've brought somepony here instead of the medical centre!?" The officer snaps as she glares directly at me, Shining stepping alongside me as he eyes me with distaste.

"Because it's not a pony." Dropping the Changeling corpse on an empty table, I pivot on the spot to look at the two Griffins and Chaser who followed me into the room. "Well, it was a Griffin, but it clearly isn't now."

"Again," The Griffin soldier states starts as he looks to his Captain, "Are you sure that his brain isn't fried?"

Grasping onto the tarp that covers the body, I violently tear it away and throw it at the soldier. "How's this for having a fried brain?"

"A Changeling!" Everyone apart from Chaser and I exclaim in unison as their eyes lock on the dark form.

"Ha! Jinx!" I exclaim out loud as I look around at everyone. Clearing my throat, I run my hand over my throat. "Okay, I may be a little loopy with dehydration, but my brain isn't fried."

"Where did you come across a Changeling?" Shining inquires as he slowly steps towards me. Taking out my phone, I load the picture I had previously taken of the Changeling's corpse in the desert. "This isn't exactly helpful. You found it in the desert?" Turning the phone back towards me, I swipe to the next picture and allow Shining to view it again. "This thing was impersonating SIlverwing? How and where did you come across it?"

Returning my phone to my pocket, I fold my arms. "That's classified."

"Classified?" He repeats in irritation.

"Classified under the authority of the Special Operation Group, as set by Princess Luna. If you require access, then you will require approval from the head of the Army, Princess Luna, or the commanding officer of the Special Operation Group."

"You're not going to give it to me, are you?"

I shake my head, "It is still an ongoing operation, assigned by Princess Luna. Get authorisation from her, then I'll provide the information." Moving around the room towards the deceased Changeling, I open his eyelids to gaze upon the reflectionless arctic blue orbs within. "What I can tell you is that this one was impersonating Silverwing. The question that comes to mind is, was this the only Changeling that ever took Silverwing's form? Was there even a Silverwing or was it just a bug this entire time?"

"Silverwing is not some phantom that appeared out of thin air," Gabrielle states from the side. "He has a birth certificate, born in Skystead, where he graduated from the military academy and joined the Fourth Vanguard Battalion in '05. Served as a frontline officer in the civil war before going into hiding following his units defeat in Skystead. He was a real Griffin at one point."

"So, is there still a real SIlverwing?" Shining joins in. "Or was he replaced at the end of the civil war to use his connections to benefit the Changeling hive."

"But, isn't there more than one hive?" I ask as I begin to pace around the room. "Is there a way to identify which hive this bug is from?"

"Their eyes and back carapace are the keys to identify hives," The intelligence officer states as she points to a small section of the outer shell that rests along its back. "This one comes from the Tharhei hive, under the leadership of Queen Chrysalis."

"The ones that previously attempted to invade Canterlot?"

Shining nods his head with an expression of disgust. "No good can come from their kind. Changeling only care for themselves, not giving any regard for those around them. They almost ruined my own wedding and attempted to take over Canterlot before pushing on the rest of Equestria."

"So, we have them filling high roles in the Children of the Motherland, likely influencing the Diamond Dogs activities here, and having previously attempted an invasion." I release a heavy sigh as I turn to the intelligence officer. "Is there a way to detect them once they're impersonating someone? Are there any restrictions on what they can take the form of?"

"It all depends," She begins as she finishes examining the body. "All Changelings have the ability to change their form, but some are more successful than others. It takes more focus and energy to take the form of a larger species, particularly those with a more complex anatomy. Most can impersonate ponies with ease, Alicorns being the only exception. Queen Chrysalis is the one one that we know of that's ever successfully taken the form of an Alicorn."

"But how the hell does that work?" I ask in confusion as I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Alicorns can't be more anatomically more complex than other races of ponies."

"It isn't so much the case of an anatomical difference between them. It's just been the case that a Changeling has never been recorded impersonating a Princess. A few were captured following the invasion where we studied their abilities in order to develop ways of seeing through their disguises. Every single one of them failed, when asked to take the form of any of the Princesses."

"But what about detecting them? Did you have any luck with that?"

The officer shakes her head. "Unfortunately, not to the extent we had hoped. The spell is still in early development, allowing skilled unicorns to use an arcane energy, similar to that of the Changelings, to force them out of hiding. The success rate is too low at this stage. Like unicorns, not all Changelings are the same. Some show more magical prowess than others, allowing them to maintain the illusion when the spell is used. It was always the same ones, the weaker ones, which failed to maintain their disguise when the spell was used."

"Meaning we're unable to identify their key infiltrators," Shining adds. "Their standard member of the hive, often younger and more inexperienced, can be detected."

"But their more experienced infiltrators will be undetectable," I finish. "Fucking fantastic. I bet that will make everyone paranoid when they hear about it." Stepping back towards the door, I turn in towards everyone. "This discussion does not leave this room, unless we have confirmation of further Changeling activity within the operational area. We can't make everyone on base jumpy at the fact that those sleeping alongside them could be a bug."

Everyone gives a nod of confirmation as Chaser follows me out. "Can it ever be simple?"

I respond with a scoff as I run my hand through my sweat covered hair, "Where's the fun in that? Then it'll be too easy."

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Friday 1st August 2014
06:21
Badlands F.O.B
Day 19 on Deployment

Standing underneath the cool torrent of water flowing from the showerhead, I idly listen to the chatter of the other soldiers as I go about my morning routine. Turning to the small mirror what is sitting along the side wall, I adjust it to such an angle that I can see my own face and the stubble that had grown over my time in the Bone Dry Desert. Grasping onto my razor, I begin to cautiously remove the facial hair from my rough face.

"John," Georg calls to me from behind. Turning, I can easily see over the top of the cubicle door, seeing as it was designed for a species that is smaller than me, to see him standing outside. "We finally got word back from Deka, along with a grid reference. She's been able to locate and make contact with a tribe of Ridge Cats. She's hit a slight deadlock as they only want to discuss the issues with either one of the Royals or a member of their Government."

"Great, more complications," I sigh as I turn back to the mirror and continue shaving. "And what is she wanting me to do? Convince the Princess to come down to speak to them? With the current climate, that isn't a good move."

"Actually, she thought of a workaround."

"A workaround?"

"Yup," Georg replies while sounding amused. "Get this, she said that she'd get them the, soon to be, Prince of Equestria and one of the founders of the army. You."

I slowly turn back to him. "Really?"

"Well, you are going to be royalty once you marry Princess Luna. And, being one of the founders of the army, that shows you've got some sway with the Princesses and government."

"Yeah, I'm gonna be a Prince, but my powers will be restricted."

"True, but they don't know that. That'll make you the negotiator between the tribe and Equestria."

"...That actually isn't a bad shout," I state as I lean forward on the top of the door. "Tell everyone to get ready and we'll move out in an hour to meet them."

Reaching into his uniform, he takes out a packet of cigarettes and places one in his beak. "Will do, boss." As he leaves the room, I turn back to face the mirror in order to remove the rest of my facial hair. With my beard removed, I quickly finish washing before wrapping a towel around my waist and stepping out of the shower. Moving across the shower block, I quickly slip on my boots before making my way outside to return to our accommodation. I should really get some new shoes made. Flip-flops or something.

Stepping through the hot sun, I idly observe the other soldiers and guards as they go about their duties at the base. The main group that attracts my attention is the large gathering of Wonderbolts, though their uniforms seem to be different to those I've previously encountered. Instead of a full jumpsuit, they instead are only wearing what appears to be a variation of the jumpsuit which leaves their legs and faces expose.

As the group begins to move off, I notice a distinct multi-coloured mane which sticks out like a sore thumb. As she lifts a large kit back and throws it onto her back, I pace around the others and stop behind her. "Rainbow, glad to see you've come to join the fun."

Turning with a slight grin, her expression quickly falters as her eyes lock onto me. "John, what the hay has happened to your face?"

Lifting my hand, I run my fingers over the unsightly scar. "War wound. I've now learnt that you should avoid a Diamond Dog's claws."

"You've not even been here that long, but you still manage to get hurt. Are things really that bad here?"

"Only if you go to the reservations. Other than that, it's fairly calm at the moment. It's not like you have to worry. I thought you said reserves aren't getting sent into the fights."

"I'm not worried," Rainbow responds defensively. "I just want to know what to expect. Besides, I can take care of myself."

"And I can't?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Clearly, you need the Wonderbolts to watch your back," Rainbow counters slyly. "You're still an egghead, after all."

"An egghead who has some of the most advanced kit in this world. Not to mention a higher level of training and more experience than even your most seasoned officers."

"Hey, no need to get so defensive." Pausing, her gazes shifts lower down my body to focus on the towel. "You'd better not drop that, again."

"That was Pinkie, not me." I gesture to the rest of the Wonderbolts with a nod of my head. "You'd better join the rest of them and get settled in. I've got to get my team prepared and ready to move out in the hour."

"Why? What's happening?" Rainbow asks a little too excitedly, likely hoping to get stuck into some action.

"We've found one of the main tribes of Ridge Cats and they want to meet a high ranking official of the Equestrian government. It turns out, a soon-to-be Prince will fit the bill. Hopefully, we can get them to assist us, or at least try and keep away from the Diamond Dogs and hold back from retaliating." Stepping around the Pegasus, I pat her head with my free hand. "Have fun, weekend warrior." As I step away, I can't help but chuckle to myself as I hear Rainbow grumbling to herself following the contact made.

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After being flown to the map coordinates provided by Bravo section, we arrived at the outskirts of the jungle located at the eastern border of the Badlands by early evening. As soon as we arrived we were greeted by Deka, along with half of her Section and a number of Ridge Cats, in order to escort us towards the camp which lies within the jungle.

As we made our way further into the jungle, Deka explained to me that this was one of the largest and oldest tribes of Ridge Cats within the area. This tribe was highly superstitious and very religious, following old texts set out centuries ago by their elders. They would regularly travel the jungles and badlands in search of resources before moving on to the next location. They bear some resemblance to the Native Americans, in the sense that they held a great respect for the lands and the numerous gods within their culture.

Unlike the one which I'd seen on the reservation, this group wears little clothing, opting only to wear basic trousers and loincloths. Despite their bodies being entirely covered by fur, they were also marked with what resembled tattoos. I tried to ask our guides about them but they only said that the Shaman and Elder would explain their meanings to me.

After an hour hike through rough terrain, we began to pass other members of the tribe as we approached the camp. They were primarily climbing numerous trees and harvesting the fruits which hang overhead, focusing primarily on the cocoa trees. Apparently, the Ridge Cats would only make contact with other races in order to trade cocoa for other resources. They had no need for money so instead opted to trade goods for other goods and services.

When we finally reached the camp I could see numerous sentries hidden within the high standing trees, keeping watch over the approaches to the camp. Many tiki huts littered the area, offering shelter for the tribe and areas to work from. A large group were stood around a larger tent, canvassed with various charms which likely served some ceremonial or religious purpose.

Being signalled to stop by the guards, we all come to a stop as we look to the tent ahead. Shadow and Wintersong were the only ones who continue moving, recording and photographing the scene as they paced around me. After waiting for a few minutes, the flaps covering the entrance to the tent were finally lifting open.

A large figure slowly steps out from the shadows and makes his way towards us. The pale Ridge Cat stood a little taller than the others, matching my height as he closed the distance. His entire fur was covered with markings and various charms hanging from his body. A large ornamental headpiece resting atop of his head, more than likely the tribes equivalent of a crown to represent their leader.

Reaching me, he lowers his head and leans forward, bowing to me in greeting. Matching his gesture, I return the bow as Wintersong continues to snap photographs from the side.

"Greeting," The Chief begins as he raises his head. "I am Chief Paara. Your Sergeant told us that she'd be bringing the future Prince of Equestria. I must admit, I was expecting a pony. I believe your Sergeant said you were human? I'm afraid I've never encountered your kind."

"I'm going to be the only human you'll ever meet. We don't come from this world and I'm unable to get back."

"She also tells me that you previously served in the army?" He states with some intrigue.

"I was a Lieutenant before coming here. Promoted to Captain following our involvement in Griffonia."

"That may actually be beneficial for us." Pacing around me, he looks briefly at the camera as Shadow continues to record. "Having someone who understands the trials that conflict can pose means that you may be more inclined to help us in our situation. However, now is not the time to discuss this matter." Placing his hand on my shoulder, he leans close to my ear. "That is better to be discussed in private. One leader to another."

As he removes his grasp, I glance at the video camera before focusing back on Paara. "I understand. Thank you for meeting with us. Hopefully, we can provide you with some assistance to resolve the issues that you're facing. Come to some sort of... agreement which can benefit the both of us. You scratch my back, I scratch yours."

A small smirk surfaces on his lips, "Perhaps you can be of some help. Though, tell me, do you fully understand what we are facing?" As I shake my head, he gives a small wave as he begins to walk down a small trail leading to the side of his tent. "It'll be easier to show you."

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"This is what it's all about." Paara states as we enter a large opening within the cave network underneath the camp. "The greed of one species, inflicting pain and suffering on those around them for their own betterment."

Stopping in awe, I stand with my jaw dropped as I stare in astonishment at the view before me. Deep in within the cave network is a chasm, the edges of the formation filled to the brim with jewels of all shapes and sizes. The light shining from various torches mounted on the wall shine off the surfaces of the valuable stones, illuminating the entire room. The shape of the chasm creates a natural pool at the bottom, housing what must be at least a few thousand barrels of oil, or fire water as it's called in this world.

"The greed of Diamond Dogs know no bounds," The Chief starts as he paces alongside me. "They prize the natures of our world. Placing a value on anything that shines and hoarding it for themselves. The Gods created this world for all life to cherish the beauty that they have bestowed on us. Resources of this world should never be hoarded for personal gain, but only for the betterment of life for those who can use it."

"What do they actually use the gems for? They must have some use?"

"We're not certain. All that is known that the gems are hoarded. Taken away and never seen out of their own networks. They serve no purpose for the betterment of anyone other than those."

"So if you trade this, giving it to those who can make use of it, that's okay?"

The Chief nods, "If it can be used to help others. Yes."

"And does your tribe personally use the fire water?"

"We have little use for it, apart from use for torches. We only use it for trade to the ponies of Equestria. Coltchester uses it for industry. Providing jobs and helping to improve the living standards of the citizens of the country. It's used for a purpose, and that is how the Gods intended it. The Diamond Dogs want it only for themselves, attacking those who refuse to feed their greed."

"And if currency serves no purpose to you, what do you get in exchange?"

"Mostly medicines and tonics. If there is one thing that Equestria has extensive knowledge in, it's anything with healing properties. We have many who are currently sick. The ponies give us medicine to help those in their time of need."

"Then I feel that we may be able to come to some sort of agreement." Walking alongside one of the walls, I trace my finger over a red stone which is embedded into the wall. "We are having difficulties with a number of the Diamond Dogs. They're attacking our miners, along with having attacked member of yours and other tribes in order to get gems. You need to trade these resources for medicine and we need fire water and gems. If we can keep this trade between us alive and in good health, I should be able to get some soldiers or guards sent to keep these mines and your tribe member safe and sound."

"It all sounds very plausible. Cooperation will allow us to help one another, for our communities to grow and those who live among us to prosper. If it was that simple I'd be inclined to accept that deal right now."

"Isn't it that simple?" I ask as I turn back to him.

Paara shakes his head, "We have tradition that we must follow. We cannot deviate from our heritage. Agreements which have the benefit to influence my fellowship must be proposed by either someone within our tribe or a leader of another community. You are due to become a Prince, but you are not one yet. This must be agreed between me and a leader of your own community."

I rub my chin as I let out a shallow sigh. It could be a while before I get Luna or Celestia to agree to anything, even if I can get them to. Perhaps I could go to Brigadier Swift and see if he could authorise it as the head of the army. Or there’s Shining, he is also a Prince and has power within the Guard, on account of his rank. There is no telling how long it can take in order to get a deal worked out.

"I can offer some help around the camp. I'm an engineer so I can at least look around at some facilities you have, even if its basic repairs to your tents. I have three medics in my squad who can help any doctors you have with any duties, tending to those that you mentioned were sick. We can also go about carrying out some patrols around the area, keeping your workers safe as they go about collecting food."

The Chief smiles as he bows once again, "That would be greatly appreciated. I'm afraid I have other duties to attend to. I trust that you will be able to help those who need your assistance. May Vuxnas watch over you in your travels." I watch him as he and his guards leave through the tunnel. Turning to the chasm, I peer over the edge to the black tar below. Seems like deja vu. Fighting over oil... just like home.

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Monday 4th August 2014
13:32
Day 22 on Deployment

"This certainly makes a change from what we're normally tasked with," Shadow Diver states as he pulls a stethoscope back from a Ridge Cat's chest.

Chewing on a fairly stale biscuit from my rations, I turn to him and speak with my mouthful, "Missing the good old days of being a nurse?"

"I wouldn't go that far. Let's just say, it's sometimes better to go back to the basics, rather than constantly dealing with severe trauma."

"Well, that's why everyone has probably prefered these last few days. No frontline combat or dangerous patrols. Back to good old fashioned reassurance."

The last couple of days have been fairly uneventful at the camp. We carried out small jobs here and there in order to build a rapport with the tribe, laying the foundation for future cooperation. I was able to learn more about this particular group during our stay. It turns out the tattoos and markings are bound to the body following a ceremony amongst warriors in the tribe, displaying the wearer's inner talents and what they will achieve, similar to cutie marks.

It happens to be that the caves below the village also serves another purpose for the tribe. Following their religious beliefs, they believe that they draw power from the caves, adding to their 'life force'. In particular, there is one type of gem, benitoite, which serves a purpose in their religious ceremonies, as it is believed that these stones are the remnants of the Goddess Eella's crown.

"I bet you're just looking forward to seeing the Princess on her visit to Coltchester tomorrow," Shadow Diver responds with a sly smirk as he begins to pack his equipment away.

"Obviously. No doubt she'll have tonnes to tell me about what she's planned for the wedding."

"You make it sound like a chore."

"I wouldn't go that far," I state as I finish the last of the biscuit. "I'd just like to talk about other things than the wedding. I get it, I'm getting married."

"It's kinda a big deal. Neither of the Royal Sisters has ever been married or engaged."

"True." Climbing to my feet, I step through the entrance of the tent and head outside. Looking around the camp, I watch as a number of the tribe happily interact with the rest of the SOG, engaging in conversations and offering teaching on their religions. Picking out Deka and Starry, I make my way over to them. "Anything on the patrols?"

Starry shakes her head, "Not a thing. I know they had problems with the Diamond Dogs in the past, but we haven't had any sighting of them in our entire time here."

"Yeah, which can be either good or bad. Take your pick."

"Knowing you, you'd like it to be bad," Deka remarks as she looks towards the Chief's tent. "You're always up for a little action."

"I'm not desperate to have a fight. I'd rather be occupied then have time on my hands."

"Most CO's would prefer the downtime."

"Since when am I the same as other CO's?"

"True," Deka responds with a nod of her head. "Well, this will keep you busy. The Chief and Shaman wished to speak to you."

"What about?" I ask as I cock a brow.

"They wanted to allow you to engage in the passage to become an honorary warrior of the tribe." As I look at her in surprise, Deka releases a slight snort. "Looks like another group you've managed to wiggle your way into. A Brit, Equestrian, soon-to-be Prince and now a Ridge Cat. Next, you'll be Diamond Dog, licking your own balls and dragging your arse across the carpet."

Chuckling, I begin to make my way towards the Chief's tent. "If I was that flexible, I wouldn't need Luna," I joke as I move over the cleared floor.

"Okay, that's not an image I want to picture," Starry exclaims as she and Deka follow me into the tent. Entering the Chief's tent, I find him sat on the floor alongside the village Shaman. She looks directly ahead at me, despite her eyes almost being a clear white, likely as a result of blindness in her old age. Her fur has almost lost all of its natural colour, turning to a faded shade of pale grey, the only colour remaining being from the religious markings on her fur. "You wanted to see me, Chief?"

Paara nods his head as he gestures to an empty spot across from the Shaman and himself, a small fire pit with a pot of some sort of tea centred before them. "Please, take a seat, Captain. There is something that we wish to offer you." Glancing to the two girls which entered alongside me, I sit in the position offered to me and cross my legs, removing my sword scabbard and placing it behind me for Deka to take in her magic.

Clearing his throat, he turns to the Shaman. "Celathala and I wished to thank you and the soldiers you have brought in assisting us in our time of need. Your medics have been invaluable in aiding the sick and the extra patrols have helped put us at ease from the threat of the Dogs. We cannot thank you enough. But with Ysemena's blessing, we can offer you the opportunity to become an honorary member of our community. Should you accept, the Goddess Ysemena's blessing shall be bestowed upon you and allow you to be enlightened to your destiny in the world."

I look at the two in confusion and uncertainty. "How am I given her blessing? What does it involve?"

"There is a ceremony that is carried out. Drinking the tea will grant you a vision from the Goddess Ysemena. She will show you what the future holds, demonstrating your inner strength and how your actions will influence the future. Many of our warriors go through the ceremony. It allows them to see what is at stake and how their actions will better those around them."

Leaning back, I eye the concoction sat between us. I've never believed in religion, despite having attended a Church of England school and gone to numerous church services as a child. That's not to say that there is no truth behind it, I've just never personally believed in it. Surely taking part in the ceremony won't cause any harm, right? I do the ceremony, drink the tea, and get a little more standing amongst the community. Sounds like a simple answer to me.

Nodding my head, I adjust my position so that I'm kneeling on the floor. "Okay. I'll do it. I'll take part in the ceremony."

A warm smile surfaces of the Chief's face as the Shaman opens a small vial and pours it into the tea. "It's very simple and will only take an hour." Grabbing a spoon, Paara stirs the contents of the cup as a small volume of purple fumes rise from the liquid. "All you need to do is drink the tea. The Shaman will handle the rest."

Tentatively, I reach for the cup and grasp it with both hands, a strong unearthly odour present amongst the fumes. Closing my eyes, I bring to drink all of the contents. As soon as I finish I immediately gag from the foul taste, a horrid aftertaste lingering on my tongue. It takes a minute before I begin to feel anything. Swaying softly, I begin to feel lightheaded as I use my palm to prop my body up.

Against my control, I find myself slowly laying back, the metal plate from my armour digging into my flesh as I come into contact with the solid surface. Staring up at the room, the Shaman steps over and begins to dip her hand into a small pot of paint before applying it to my forehead, chanting a chorus in a language I don't recognise. After a few moments, I'm unable to stay awake as my eyes close.

"FIX BAYONETS!" I shout out to the numerous soldiers alongside me as we remain in a prone position at the bank of a dirt road. Rolling onto my side, I remove my bayonet from my armour and attach it over the flash hider on my rifle, with everyone else following suit.

"If you could, would you change the past? And in the process, the future?"

Hearing the strange female voice causes me to freeze on the spot before frantically looking around at my environment. Looking closer I finally realise that the soldiers alongside me are both British and American, one of whom I recognise as Stanley. The entire world seems to be a little... off. Everything seems to be disoriented, every action followed the outline of the previous movement giving them a blurred effect. Each sound also has an echo behind it, making it sound animated and fake.

This... this is the day I came to Equestria. What the fuck is going on? Looking at the soldiers, I watch as they all roll onto their backs and aim at the bank before them. Remembering that the enemy is soon to come over the bank, I mimic the others' actions in the nick of time. As soon as I'm on my back I find one of the attackers standing over me, causing me to compress the trigger on instinct.

PHAT PHAT PHAT PHAT

He falls forwards and lands next to me, blood leaking from his body from four holes scattered across his chest. Rising from my spot another approaches me at speed, sprinting towards me. Acting on instinct I charge straight for him, my rifle and bayonet pointed straight for him. In one lunge I force the blade against his sternum and twist it left then right. Removing the blade I quickly pull the trigger at almost point blank range.

PHAT

He goes down instantly, blood and bone forcing its way out his back as the round pushes through. Looking to my side I see three Americans injured with one dead, and two more of my men injured. The rest of the enemy begin to retreat. Everyone holds their position as I shakily rise to my feet and look at the scene before me. As they hold their positions and continued to fire, I notice the American Private beginning to advance, despite calls from his Sergeant to hold his position.

As he begins to advance rapidly across the open plains, time seems to drastically slow down. Small pieces of debris are kicked up by his boots, floating in the air behind his feet as he moves ahead. All sound fades from the vision, the only noise being my own heartbeat within my chest.

"This could be your opportunity to rewrite your future, your destiny. Stay here and return to your family and friends back home, save those who are injured and protect your fellow countrymen who would be killed by a hidden enemy. Or, accept your fate and begin a new life in Equestria. Be thrown into war and conflict which you have been trained for. To meet those who nobody alive from your world will have the opportunity to. To start a family and have children of your own."

This isn't real. This is just a figment of my imagination, a drug trip or something. Looking back behind me, I find Williams is on the floor being tended to by the medic, the facial injury being worse than I remember. The left side of his face has been ripped away leaving the bone on show. This is all a load of bollocks. If this was real, which it isn't, then it would just be a test.

Turning back to the advancing Private, I begin to run full speed towards him. Time seems to advance again as I move, allowing us both to progress at normal speed. It doesn't take long for time to distort again, allowing me to watch as the bolt of lightning travels down and impact with the end of my rifle before travelling up the metal weapon and into my own body. Is that really how I got sent here? Was my rifle only just caught by the lightning? Just being a fraction of a second later could have kept me on Earth.

Falling backwards, I impact with the floor and stare at the sky directly overhead. Without warning, a falling sensation fills my body as I fall into the floor through an opening. Falling through, I find that I've fallen through a number of leaves and branches, a purple outline carved into the vegetation with a view of my worlds sky within the opening. Impacting with the floor, the opening finally begins to seal as I find myself in the Everfree forest where I first arrived.

"Every action has a consequence. Whether it's severe or minor, each decision will affect somebody's life."

The world suddenly passes me in the blink of an eye, the surroundings changing dramatically to show the streets of Wingston. Climbing to my feet, I stumble drastically to the side as I try to get my bearing. I find myself at a complete loss as I pivot on the spot, nearly losing my footing on the cobblestone road. Looking down at the floor to keep my balance, I freeze as I find blood trickling through the gaps in the road and passing my foot.

Looking upwards, I find a number of bodies lying in the gutters, positioned in such a way so that they're lying on their backs. Moving down the line, the first I find is Taylor. His leg blown off below the knee with his body coated in blood. Tearing my eyes away, the next is Williams. Coming to a halt, I find the next few bodies are those of ponies who have served under my command in the civil war. Sergeant Blitz, Corporal Firefly, Private Blaze, Private Moonshadow and Private Sky Mist.

"You lead soldiers into battle and allow them to die under your command. Despite the loss of those around you, you continue to push further into battle. But how will you cope as those closest to you die?"

A sudden flash shines from overhead, forcing my head down to shield my eyes. As the light disappears, numerous shadows hang over the road around me. Lifting my eyes, I freeze as I find various bodies hanging overhead. Instead of being those who died serving under me it's of those who are currently still under my command. Sunny, Chaser, Slicer, Crimson, Colbalt, everyone in my unit is hanging above me.

"Many more will die under your command. Will you be able to handle more on your conscience?"

The world once again shifts without any warning, finding an expansive and empty desert. A set of shadows materialise in the air, taking the form of two figures, myself and Silverwing. With him lying on the floor and the representation of myself standing over him, I watch as the other me puts a bullet in his head. Silverwing's body quickly changes, dropping the illusion before taking the shape of the Changeling.

"By uncovering a hidden plot, you have set a new series of events into motion. Many more will die and you will be powerless to prevent it. However, there are still those you can save."

The figures once again dissipate into thin air, the desert turning into a dark corridor with three figures stood before me, one larger pony in the centre with what looked like two kids on either side. The central one turns directly towards me, the teal eyes lightening up as it steps closer to me, more details become visible until I'm finally able to make the pony out. Luna.

As I step closer to her, a number of Changelings come from behind her, poised to attack and cause her harm. Acting on instinct, I draw my pistol and begin to fire on them. Time slows with each shot, allowing me to see the casing being ejecting from the pistol as the bullet penetrates the shadows, causing them to break away and soak into the floor below.

When the threat is finally gone, Luna and the two other forms fade away as a sharp green light appears behind me. Turning on the spot, I find myself standing in the ruins of a house. The main wall before me is almost entirely destroyed, a weapon system which I've never seen before set up and looking down at the village below. Before me is an entire army of Changelings moving closer towards me over pillaged farmland adjecant to a river, a series of green energy bolts being cast towards me.

Inevitably, I'm struck by one of the bolts of energy, causing me to collapse to the floor. My eyes begin to close as I stare at the dark sky overhead, rain cascading over me as a figure steps over me. Chuckling to itself, I find a larger Changeling stood over me, her long, slender legs and horn making her more distinctive from the rest. It takes me a moment to see with my blurred vision, a crown resting on her head.

As quickly as I'm able to make her out, everything around me disappears, leaving me alone and unable to move from the floor. "One day you will fall, just like everyone else. When that happens, how will you know that your sacrifice will have made the world a better place?"

Waking up with a sharp breath, I quickly force myself into a sitting position as a pain shoots through my arm. Looking down, I find that my armour and shirt has been removed, leaving me lying on a makeshift bed in my trousers. Groaning, I look to the side to find the Chief looking at me with some distrust, two of his own guards are stood at the entrance to the tent.

Wiping my face, I let out a groan as I feel like my head is swimming. "What happened?"

"You had a vision, as do our warriors. It reveals your inner destiny and shows the type of warrior you truly are."

"So, what is the-" I cut myself off as I pull my left hand away from my face and notice marking on my skin. Twisting my arm, I find that my upper arm and half of my forearm has been covered by a black tribal styled tattoo. Numerous swirls litter my arm with the occasional symbol filling the curves of the tattoo. "What is this? Why have I got a tattoo?"

"It's from the ceremony," Paara answers as he begins to step around me. "The Shaman taps into your energy and marks you based on what Ysemena reveals about you. Each marking within shows who you truly are. Unfortunately, that is where the problem lies. You are marked."

"Marked? What do you mean?" Examining the tattoo, a number of images stand out within the drawings. At the very top of my is an identical copy of the cutie mark I have when I'm in the form of a pony, a SUSAT sight over a firing board. Lower down, I find the emblem of the British arms, showing a crown overlaying a set of crossed swords with a lion resting overhead. Lower down on the outside of my forearm is a symbol which I've never seen. Eight arrows point away from the centre, travelling vertically, horizontally and diagonally.

"This symbol shows that you are under the influence of the spirit of Chaos himself." Pointing at the symbol I failed to identify, he takes a pace backwards as he lets out a sigh. "Discord's reign brought hard times upon the entire world, causing suffering and pain of many in his path. Though he is all powerful, even he can't be everywhere at once. During his reign, he indoctrinated four beings to be his disciples."

"Wait a minute. I am not under his control," I state defensively.

"You bare the mark of one of his disciples. You are the Harbinger of War."

"The Harbinger of War? I do not bring war and I'm not one of Discord's disciples. I hate the prick and would never work for him."

The Chief scoffs, "Nobody chooses to work for him. He corrupts those who will be best to do his bidding. There are four disciples who carry out his work, helping to bring Chaos to the world, even in his absence. Pestilence, War, Famine and Death. The sign of Discord's return to power is the summoning of the Harbinger of War, and hell would follow with him. The other Disciples would surface following the chaos of war. War brings famine, pestilence and death to all who suffer through it."

"Listen, I am not under his control. Nothing can influence my mind, I am safe."

"And who bestowed that power upon you?" I find myself unable to answer as I look at the Chief. As he steps back, he reaches for my shirt and armour and passes them to me. "I'm sorry. But with the Disciple of War holding a key position within the Equestrian hierarchy, we cannot engage with such a nation in any way, the Gods forbid it. I'm afraid we will be unable to assist one another. Head this warning, do no return. This is your one and only chance to leave this area. If our paths cross ways, then we shall not hold back."

Putting on my shirt, I keep a hold of the armour and begin to make my exit. As I pass Paara, he reaches out and grabs my right arm, pulling me in close to whisper in my ear. "The only way to prove you are not under the demon's control is to kill him. As that is almost impossible to do, you will be unable to prove that you are clear of his influence." As he releases me, I turn my head away and step outside to find my team waiting for me with all their kit ready and numerous Ridge Cat warriors stood guard near them.

Once again, Discord has found another way to screw us over. Typical

Author's Notes:

Appologies for the lack of an update last month.
I'm in the final stages of moving home where I am moving to Nottingham for work.

Once it is all sorted, I will hopefully have a bit more of a schedule, on account of being a loner who knows nobody in the area .

Thanks for reading.