As the group exited the Everfree, Steven covered his eyes with his hand slightly as his eyes adjusted to the full effect of the sun above them. “Wow, the sun's bright here.”

“You're really having a problem with it?” Trent asked. “Isn't your whole special power related to light?”

“We don’t all have a helmet that reduces the glare.”

“Then get some sunglasses.”

“That's a good point, where did my sunglasses go that I had before we got sent here?” Steven asked

“Oh yeah…” Trent shrugged. “No idea.”

“Oh you mean these things?” Pinkie said, holding Steven’s sunglasses in her hands.

“Where did you find those?” Steven asked.

“On the ground in the room where the Elements were,” Pinkie answered.

“How did I miss that?” Steven groaned as Pinkie passed him his sunglasses and he placed them on before he began to smile. “Now I remember why I had these for my costume.”

“And why's that?” Sunset asked.

“Because they just fit the personality of the guy,” Steven admitted, looking over his glasses.

”Isn't the character based off him or something?” Church asked.

Trent shrugged in response. “No idea.” He then looked at Steven. “Church is confused on what you mean.”

“The guy was based off of my opposite when I designed him,” Steven admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how I’m more calm and focused? He wasn’t like that. He was more like you actually.”

“Why would you have him be like me?”

“Well he was everything I’m not, including popular. Besides, back home, who did I respect the most.”

“Huh. Well at least, personality wise, you stayed the same.”

“Which is lucky for us all. We don't need two of you,” Steven said as he chuckled.

Trent responded to that by smacking Steven on the back of the head.

“What?” Steven asked.

“That's what you get for being a smartass.”

“As I said, I was designed to be like you,” Steven pointed out with a smirk.

“But you're still you, so you don't have an excuse.”

“Heh, true,” Steven admitted before he said, “So, anything you want to do while we wait for wherever you’re thinking of sending us to be sorted?” He asked Celestia before he looked towards the others and added, “What is there for us to do in this place anyway?”

“Well being this town isn’t a city like Canterlot, not a lot really,” Rarity pointed out.

Trent looked at her. “Canterlot? Don't you mean Camelot?”

“No, Canterlot is the capital of Equestria,” Twilight explained. “And what's Camelot?”

“Camelot was a great kingdom in our world’s legends,” Steven explained.

“A myth,” Trent added. “A place with a great king, and he had the best sword of the land.” He then shook his head. “Anyway, what exactly is so important about that canter-place outside of being the capital?”

“Canterlot is only the most impressive, important place in all of Equestria, as well as the place where the princess resides,” Rarity explained.

“Okay, but besides that last part, why is it so important?”

“Everypony who's anypony resides there and it's home to all the nobles and richest ponies of Equestria,” Rarity added.

“So it's where the one percent lives?”

“Pretty much,” Sunset admitted.

“Then I rather stay away from there.”

“You really hate the rich and famous don’t you?” Steven asked with a sigh.

“Why wouldn't I? More often than not, they're a bunch of egotistical, stuck up assholes who only care about their money and public image, and doesn't give a flying fuck to normal people like you or me.”

Celestia just rolled her eyes before she muttered, “Seems like the opinion of nobles is no different wherever you come from.”

“I guess it's a multi-dimensional constant,” Trent commented.

“I suppose,” Steven agreed.

They continued walking in silence for a few moments before Trent walked beside Steven and said, “Hey Steve?”

“Yeah, what's on your mind?”

“How do you feel about...all of this?” Trent asked, waving his hand around them.

“Like I should have dressed as something cooler,” Steven joked.

“Why?”

“Because then I could have been something to really annoy you, maybe Deadpool.”

“Then you'd probably be an insane wacko that looks like a human tumor under the mask. Or so many other things that people describe his face as.”

“Um...who, or what, are you two talking about?” Sunset asked.

“Just something from before we were sent here,” Steven replied casually.

Celestia then coughed getting everyone's attention before she said, “If you don’t mind, I have to get ready to announce my sister’s return.”

“What do you mean?” Trent asked.

“Think about it, what would people say if somebody who they had no idea existed claimed to be the sister to their Princess?” Steven pointed out.

“I'd believe her. But I'd be more concerned about the two aliens with weapons, and one in body armor that completely covers its body, from head to toe.”

“Well considering those other things that appeared, and the fact you could pass as equine, I think everypony wouldn’t worry as much,” Pinkie admitted.

Church then appeared and sarcastically said, “Yeah, I'm sure they can pass for furless equines without hooves, a muzzle, a tail, or wings or horn.”

“Then you’d look more like minotaurs,” Pinkie suggested.

“Yeah sure,” Trent said dismissively. Then he looked at her. “Wait, what?”

“She said that you would look more like a minotaur,” Rarity repeated.

“Minotaur… you mean those half man, half bull things? The Greek monsters that live inside a giant maze?”

“Wash, talking anthropomorphic ponies, pegasi, unicorns, Grimm, just think for a second.” Steven suggested.

“Oh. Good point…” Immediately after he said that, everyone heard a loud rumbling sound. Trent then put a hand on his stomach. “Sorry. Guess being sent to an alternate universe, fighting Grimm, and dealing with furries makes a guy hungry. Where's the nearest food joint?”

Pinkie then jumped up and down before she said, “I’d say we eat at Sugarcube Corner.”

“What's that?”

“It’s just the best bakery in the whole of Equestria,” Pinkie said somehow appearing behind Trent.

Trent looked back and forth between Pinkie's current location and her previous one. “Wha-how-when... How did you do that?”

“Don't bother asking,” Applejack said casually. “That's just Pinkie being Pinkie.”

“And that means?” Steven asked curiously.

“Basically, don't try to figure out how she does anything,” Rainbow explained. “Otherwise you'd get a headache.”

Trent, Steven, and Sunset nodded at that and Twilight looked at the pink mare, deep in thought.

Trent cleared his throat. “Anyway, where's this bakery you guys mentioned?”

“I’ll show you, follow me,” Pinkie said excitedly before bouncing away.

Trent hesitated for a moment before turning to Steven. “Should we?”

“Well do you want something to eat?”

“True…” he then shrugged and followed Pinkie with Steven swiftly following behind him.

“So how are you guys planning to pay for it without any money?” Epsilon asked Trent.

Trent immediately stopped when he heard that. “God DAMN it!”

“Why are you shouting Wash?” Pinkie asked.

“Church just brought up a very good point.”

Church then appeared in front of them. “Just wondering how Wash and Steven will pay for anything without any money.”

Pinkie then looked up thoughtfully before she said, “Well I guess you could repay me in a different way and I could waive the cost of your meal.”

“What way?” Church and Trent asked simultaneously.

“Right now, nothing. How about you owe me a favor in the future? And you have to do it.”

Trent looked at Steven. “What do you think?”

“Well… do we really have a choice? We’re broke,” Steven pointed out.

“Besides, it's probably something like be her friends or hang out with her if she's anything like Caboose,” Epsilon commented. “And she is a lot like Caboose from what I've seen so far.”

Trent sighed before looking at the mare. “Okay Pinkie, it's a deal.”

“Do you Pinkie Promise?” Pinkie asked.

“Why do I feel like you're talking about a different kind of promise then a usual pinky promise?”

“What do you mean by that?” Pinkie asked.

“I mean I feel like your promise is different than how we do it back home.”

“In what way?”

“I don't know…”

“If you don’t know then why would I?” Pinkie asked.

“Okay, can we just move on?” Church asked.

“Sure. Move on to what exactly?” Pinkie asked.

“Let's just go to that bakery you mentioned…”

“Oh okay,” Pinkie replied before she gestured in front of her and said, “Here it is, Sugarcube Corner.”

Steven and Trent then looked up to see a life size gingerbread house before Steven looked around and asked Trent, “How did we even get through town with nobody giving us strange looks?”

“Good question,” Trent replied. “I'm dressed in this and your face is actually visible and there's the fact that we're carrying real weapons.”

“Maybe they’re just hiding in their houses?”

“Why?” Church asked. “There a zombie outbreak or something?”

Trent shrugged. “Well dawn was only an hour ago, maybe they're sleeping.”

“I guess you're right,” Steven replied as they realised Pinkie had already walked inside the store.

“It's nine in the morning,” Church explained as Trent followed Pinkie inside.

“Wait, then why did the sun rise so late?” Trent asked.

“We’re in a world with candy colored anthropomorphic ponies. Do you really expect any of this to make sense?” Steven pointed out with a smirk.

Trent lifted a finger up to say something but stood silent and lowered it. “Touche.”

“What did you expect?” Steven said as he walked into the building.

“Don't know, but whatever it was, ending up here definitely wasn't it.”

“Hey we both agreed to this, we only have ourselves to blame.”

“True…”

“Why did you guys agree to this?” Church asked.

Trent shrugged. “Honestly, I did it because I figured it'd be a good thing, helping people with problems after being taken from their homes.”

“I guess in my case it was to ensure he didn’t say something to get himself killed,” Steven admitted.

Trent responded to that with a shot to the arm from his pistol.

“Well we both know it’s true,” Steven added seeming unfazed by the bullet.

“I'm not the one who dislocated his arm.”

“It’s not a dick measuring contest,” Steven argued.

“Never said it was. Just saying you're the only one who actually got injured."

“And who has the suit that can heal almost all his injuries?”

“I feel like we talked about this already.”

“We probably have,” Steven replied. “Anyway what are you wanting to have?”

“What is there?”

“We have everything from sandwiches, pies and everything in between,” Pinkie explained with a chuckle from behind the counter.

“Got any cookies?”

“What kind would you like? We’ve got, chocolate chip, walnut, plain. Take your pick.”

“I'll have some chocolate chips, please.”

“Make that two sets,” Steven added.

“Okay so about eight chocolate chip cookies between you. Does that sound good to you?” Pinkie asked.

Trent shrugged. “I'm okay with that.”

“Same,” Steven added.

“Okay then,” Pinkie replied before quickly passing them two small paper bags before saying, “Remember you both owe me one.”

“Noted,” Trent muttered.

“Okay then, eat up,” Pinkie replied cheerfully. “Oh how are you going to eat with that helmet on?”

“I'm not going to eat with it on.”

“So you're finally going to take your helmet off?” Steven chuckled.

“Yes. Just because the actual Red vs Blue guys wore their suits and helmets on all the time doesn't mean I will.” Trent then put his assault rifle on his free hip and rose both his hands to his helmet before taking it off, revealing his face to be peach with spiked brown hair and matching eyes. He then put his helmet on the counter and began eating the cookies from one of the bags.

“What are they like?” Steven asked curiously.

Trent swallowed before saying, “They're actually pretty good.”

“Really?” Steven asked as he took a bite of one of his cookies before saying, “Wow you're right these are good.”

“What I tell ya?” Trent then ate another cookie before saying, “Hey Pinkie, how do you…” he stopped when he noticed she wasn't anywhere in sight. “Where'd she go?”

“You think I have any idea where she is?” Steven sighed before they heard people cheering outside.

“The hell is that?”

“No idea, maybe we should find out?” Steven suggested.

“When I'm done,” Trent replied, finishing his third cookie.

“Yeah I guessed that,” Steven sighed as he walked towards the door.

Trent finished the last cookie before throwing out the bag, putting his helmet back on, and grabbing his rifle. “Okay, now I'm ready.”

“Took you long enough,” Steven chuckled before they walked out of the bakery to see that the streets were line with ponies seeming watching something down the road.

“Okay, again. What's going on?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe we’re both just high on something and we’re hallucinating all of this,” Steven said sarcastically.

“No, I can see this too,” Church said, appearing between them.

“Well can’t you just slow down time and find out then?” Steven asked Church. “Or is that too much on a strain on you?”

“I only do that to plan things out with the others. Not to see the main attraction on a parade. Besides, can't get too far from Wash while he has me.”

“Well okay then,” Steven said before he realised one thing Church had just said, “Wait… you remember being with the other AI’s. How?”

“What do you mean?”

“Church what's the last thing you remember before you woke up here?” Steven asked.

“Well...we were surrounded in Hargrove’s office and everyone was about to fight their way out. Why?”

Steven then looked to Trent before he said, “So… Church is from the very moment he dematerialised and scattered the others.”

“Apparently…” Trent replied. “How the hell did Andrew…” he then shook his head. “You know what, the guy made our weapons and costumes real and sent us to this world, I'm not going to bother questioning it.”

“Probably a good idea.”

“Um, you guys notice something,” Church asked.

“What?” Trent asked.

“There's several ponies staring at the you right now,” he told them before disappearing.

The ponies all just started at them both and for some reason not running for their live at the sight of the duo, they just stared at them both in shock. Not moving.

Trent looked at all of them before saying, “Nothing to see here people. Just two heavily armed aliens passing through.”

“Did you seriously just say that?” Church asked him.

“What else can I say?”

Surprisingly, the ponies all just shrugged at this and turned back around towards the parade.

“Huh. That went much better than I expected.”

“Or you just got lucky,” Steven suggested.

Trent just shrugged. “Either way. So what now?”

“Maybe try to find one of those people we met earlier,” Steven suggested.

“We didn't meet any people earlier. Last person we met was Andrew. And maybe Church if you count him.”

“...I meant Pinkie and the others.”

“So you meant ponies.”

“Yes I meant the ponies.”

“Well then where should we look? Better question, how do we find them? We don't know where they could be nor do we know anything about this place.”

“Well considering they for better terms saved this place, probably with those Princesses.”

“And where will they be?”

“Riding a chariot with everyone watching,” Church said, looking into the crowd.

“What?” Trent asked. Church pointed at where the crowd was looking and they saw Celestia and Luna in a chariot with Luna wearing some sort of flower necklace.

“Well guess I was wrong about how she would have been treated,” Steven admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember how I said that she could have been treated badly before? Well that.”

“Wow, that seems sad for you to believe. Isn't that more my thing?”

“Sometimes even I live off what the facts could lead to, and not what it has.”

“Well what should we do? I'm not so comfortable just walking up to them while there are so many pe...ponies watching. Not to mention I'm not so sure how some of those guys will react to us walking up to them with weapons on us,” Trent added, pointing at a few ponies in gold armor at either side of the princesses.

“Yeah I guess you're right about that,” Steven agreed.

“So...what do we do?”

Seconds later they noticed Celestia gesture towards them before one of her guards nodded and walked away from the chariot towards Trent and Steven. He then looked to them before the said, “The Princesses have requested that you wait for them at the nearby library. They both wish to speak to you in private.”

“What library?” Trent asked.

The guard only gestured his hand towards a large tree a distance ahead of them.

“That's a library?”

The guard just rolled his eyes as he walked back towards the chariot.

“Well he’s very charming,” Steven chuckled.

“Yeah. Well...might as well go there.” Trent then walked towards the library with Steven following swiftly behind him.

As they entered the library, they looked around to see that it was very simple and looked to have been carved into the very tree. The walls had multiple shelves that were filled to the brim with many books and scrolls of all shapes and sizes, there was a table in the centre of the room that had two open books in front of what looked to be a wooden carving of a horse's head and on ceiling there was what looked to be a painting that resembled the sun.

“Nice place,” Trent commented as he leaned on a wall.

“Bit small for a library,” Steven added.

“True, but it's pretty impressive for something made inside a tree.”

“That is true,” Steven agreed.

“Why did they do that though?” Church asked as he appeared on the table. “Wouldn't it be better to build an actual library instead of just carve one in a tree?”

A few seconds later footsteps were heard from some nearby stairs before the group turned around to see a small purple creature that had what looked to be green spines along his head and back walking down them. It was rubbing its eyes before it saw the trio in front of it and began to slowly try to back away back up the stairs.

“What the hell are you?” Church asked it. “Some mutated iguana?”

“Hey! Dragon. Dra-gon! No lizard. I don't do that tongue thing!” The dragon said, glaring at Church, crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out at the AI.

Trent stared at the dragon for a second before saying, “Okay, how the hell is there a Mulan reference here? Does that movie exist here or something?” He then pointed at the small reptile. “And from now on, I'm calling you Mushu. Or Eddie.”

“Really?” the dragon asked, almost looking annoyed.

“Okay then, what would you prefer he calls you?” Steven asked. “He takes requests.”

“Shut up with that SAO crap,” Trent said.

“Just call me Spike,” the dragon said sounding annoyed.

“I rather call you Eddie,” Church said.

“Where did you even get that from?!” Spike shouted.

Trent said, “Where I'm from, there's a little dragon in a movie named Mushu who said what you did, and his voice actor was a guy named Eddie Murphy.”

“And since Wash brought it up, I decided that it’s a good name for you, Ed,” Church said.

“I’m sorry for my friends, they're idiots,” Steven sighed.

“Why do I feel like you got that from some movie somewhere?” Trent asked him.

“Have I?” Steven said calmly.

“I don't know…”

“So Eddie, you know why we're here?” Church asked the drake.

“You look at me like I have any idea who or what you even are,” Spike pointed out. “Besides I can only see one of your faces.”

“Well if you don't know why we're here, why are you here? You look a little short to be a librarian here.”

“And you look too armed to be civilians,” Spike pointed out.

“Hey, we just fought a bunch of large wolves and was flung off a tower from a tall black bitch,” Trent said. “We would be dead without these.”

“No you’d be dead without your armour,” Steven muttered under his breath.

“That too.”

“Is all you two do is argue?” Spike asked.

“Trust me, this isn't nearly as bad as some of the guys I used to hang out with,” Church told him.

“And what even are your names? I told you mine so it’s only fair you tell me yours.”

“Right,” Trent replied with a nod. “Call me Wash. The guy in the shades is my friend Steven, and the little guy on the table is called Epsilon. But most just call him Church.”

“Should I ask why he’s called that?”

“Called what?” Church asked.

“Your name, what else?”

“What about it?”

“Where’s the name Epsilon from? Sounds weirder than most names I’ve heard of.”

“There's a flying pride flag walking around named Rainbow Dash, and a pink pony who has too much caffeine in her coffee called Pinkie Pie. Compared to them, what the flying fuck is weird about my name?

“Those names are normal, yours...not so much.”

Church just looked at Spike, most likely glaring at him, before saying, “You know what, fuck this.” He then disappeared.

“I think he hit a nerve there,” Steven said.

Trent shrugged. “Probably.”

A few minutes past before both princesses, the seven mares and the unnamed filly walked into the library and almost instantly Spike bowed to them, whilst Steven and Trent just stood there.

“Took you all long enough,” Steven said.

“Yeah,” Trent said. “So why did you tell us to get here?”

“Why are you both not bowing?” Spike asked.

“Why should we?”

“Well she is royalty,” Steven pointed out. “Admittingly not our royalty but royalty nonetheless.”

“Yeah, after all the shi-” Trent stopped himself when he saw the filly. “All the stuff we been through today, I don't really care.”

“For once you controlled yourself,” Steven commented before adding, “Anyway, why did you want to talk to us Princess?”

“I would have thought you’d want to know the location of the base I’m giving you,” Celestia pointed out.

Trent tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well, do you know where the base that I’m giving you is?” Celestia pointed out with a smirk.

“I barely even know where we are right now, so I'm gonna go ahead and say no.”

“Then how would you have found your new place without my help?”

Trent stood silent for a moment before looking away and muttering, “Good point…”

“So are you going to listen to me or just continue trying my patience?”

“Just continue already,” Church said, appearing in front of Celestia.

“Church, be civil,” Steven requested.

“Hey, if she wants to tell us something, she should cut the crap and just say it.”

“And if you didn’t have that habit of interrupting I was going to tell you,” Celestia admitted as she crossed her arms.

“Then just say it!” Church exclaimed.

“Impatient little thing, isn't he?” Celestia said before she added, “The ‘base’ in question is located around five miles west of Ponyville. It’s out of the way so you shouldn’t be interrupted, but…”

“But what?” Trent asked.

“The whole place was damaged in a battle around thirty-five years ago. Since then, it has been left alone and as far as I know it is undisturbed. The damage report I received after the battle told me only two buildings were left standing, those being the barracks, which was still full of equipment, and a supply depot. The rest of the base was destroyed but even those buildings may have crumbled by now.”

“Anything else you feel we should know?”

“Not right… actually yes. The area where the weapons were stored was locked with multiple keycodes and normal keys, once everything is set, I’ll send someone to bring them to you,” Celestia added.

“So that means you can’t hack the door Church?” Steven pointed out.

“If the whole thing used a digital lock or something, I could,” the AI said. “But I won't be able to opened something like that.”

“Anyway, getting there may be harder for you all unless you have a way to travel long distances.” Celesia admitted.

“Why's that?” Rainbow asked.

“Well considering it’s five miles, on foot for us it’s a small walk,” Steven admitted.

“Yeah, except it'll take about an hour or 2,” Trent commented.

“Ha, I can get there in a couple of minutes,” Rainbow bragged.

“Oh yeah, the pony that can fly is faster than the humans on foot, one covered on armor,” Trent said. “Big. Flipping. Deal.”

“You can fly super duper fast Dashie, and they are much slower. I mean you don’t have any suit modifications apart from the healing unit yet right?” Pinkie said.

“How the hell do you even know that?”

“Actually, he has a few things besides just the Healing Unit,” Epsilon commented.

“What do you mean?” Twilight asked him.

Instead of responding, a small hologram HUD appeared besides Church with a list of words, a few grayed out while a few others were white. “See this here? All the white ones are enhancements or other features I spotted in Wash's armor.” The features that were white were Healing Unit, Grav Boots, EMP, Bio-Scan, Helmet Cam, and Voice Amplifier.

“Huh. That's more than I thought I had,” Trent muttered.

“What do they all do?” Twilight asked him.

“Grav Boots allow me to stick to the ground in zero gravity, the amplifier is basically a built in megaphone, the healing unit heals me and others, once I figure out how to give it to them, and the emp shuts down nearby electronics.”

Twilight looked at him in confusion. “Don't you mean E.M.P?”

“Yeah, emp.”

Twilight lowered her eyebrows. “It's pronounced E.M.P.”

“We call it emp,” Church told her.

“It stands for Electro-Magnetic pulse,” Steven explained. “It basically knocks out electronics, but I assume you know that.”

Twilight flung her arms up in annoyance. “I know that! They are the ones who don't!”

“Sheesh Twi, calm down,” Applejack said, putting a hand on the unicorn's shoulder. “It's not that bad.”

Twilight took a few deep breaths. “I'm...I'm sorry. But that is just so annoying…”

Trent chuckled. “The original Washington felt the same way when Church's buddies did the same thing, then he found out that even a computer refers to it like that.”

Steven then sighed before he said, “Princess maybe we should wrap this up before she asks for a demonstration.”

“That may be a good idea,” Celestia agreed.

“I second that,” Trent commented.

“Well, I guess the easiest way to get you out of this would be to teleport you both there,” Celestia admitted.

“Wait what?” Trent and Church said simultaneously.

Celestia could only smile before her horn and hands began to glow in a yellow light before they were all surrounded in a flash of light before disappearing from the library.

As the group appeared at the base, they saw that it was in ruins, many of the buildings nothing but rubble. The only standing structures being two large building one at the back of the compound and the other near the front that each seemed to be in disrepair but somehow still standing.

Trent fell to one knee, putting a hand on his head. “What the hell was that?”

“I’d guess teleportation,” Steven said as he shook his head.

“How the hell is that possible?”

“Do I need to say it,” Steven sighed. “We’re in a world where magic exists and this confuses you?”

Trent stood silent for a moment before muttering, “Shut up.”

The rest of the ponies and Spike were looking around while the two were bickering. “Well this place is a dump,” Rainbow said, crossing her arms.

“Well I’d have never guessed,” Steven replied sarcastically before adding, “This place has only been abandoned for around thirty five years so I’d say it could be worse. The fact even one building is standing is a miracle.”

“Barely standing,” Church said, looking around the place. He then looked at Celestia. “So you never felt like getting rid of all the debris?”

Celestia shrugged. “I never believed that it would be needed again after it was destroyed, so I just left it behind to fade from memory.”

“Don't see why you couldn't just repair it and start over again,” Trent said.

“Because soon after the battle where this place was destroyed the war ended and almost all races signed a treaty that declared that we would all be at peace, there was no need for it anymore,” Celestia admitted.

“Still, always good to be prepared.” Trent walked around to explore the place.

“I couldn’t take the risk so we all dismantled out more… advanced weapons, but we did hide bits of it amongst the wreckage of old bases, or hidden in vaults, I may have done as they asked but I did bend the terms on our side.”

“Noted,” Trent said while leaving to look around.

“Still, with all the Grimm attacks it might have paid to have places fortified,” Steven suggested.

“Do you mind me asking exactly what ARE these Grimm that you all talk so much about?” Luna asked.

“Don’t you know your alter ego did somehow call them to kill us,” Steve pointed out.

“Yes, and I figured they were just monsters she created out of your shadows. But if what Tia said earlier is true, they've been around for quite some time.”

Steven then rubbed his hand through his hair before he saying, “The Grimm are creatures of destruction, they have no soul and are drawn to feelings of negativity like envy, sadness, loneliness, and hatred and normally often congregate towards the source of these emotions.”

Luna’s eyes widened before lowering her head and sighing. “Then it's no wonder my...other self was able to control them…”

“Why would you say that?”

“She was basically that. All of my negative emotions given form and infecting my mind…”

“Well that's just great, here's to hoping that thing stays gone.” Steven replied.

“Indeed.”

“Well, I believe that we should get going and let you get settled in. I’ll get you some supplies sent here soon, and when you know what you need here, don’t hesitate to ask and I’ll get somepony to help you build your new home,” Celestia offered.

“That’s kind of you, hopefully we’ll find a way to take you up on that offer,” Steven admitted with a bow.

Celestia only smiled back at him before she teleported everyone away from the base to what Steven assumed was Ponyville before he jumped to the top of a nearby structure to scout the nearby area.

Meanwhile

Trent was walking around the ruins of the base, looking around and seeing nothing but rubble. “Man this place got messed up.”

“You're telling me,” Epsilon said, floating beside Trent. “And they expect us to stay here.”

Trent shrugged. “Could be worse. At least we have a roof over our heads. Sure it'll take a while to fix up the place, but we'll be fine.”

“And like I asked before, how are you planning on paying for said repairs? I don't even know if I can say the two of you even have an actual job. Miss Ruler over there wants you to attack monsters that are attracted to anger and fear. You guys will just die.”

“We'll be fine. We handled the Beowolves okay.”

“You got lucky. But trust me, luck doesn't last.” He stayed silent for a moment before saying, “How exactly do you plan on surviving against monsters that have apparently destroyed cities? The two of you are just a couple of idiots who barely know what you're doing, if at all.”

“Then you should feel right at home, Church. Only difference is that there's no arrogant asshole who won't shut the fuck up about a stupid war that never existed!”

Church looked at Trent for a second. “I'm guessing you don't like Sarge.”

Trent sighed. “Of all of the people you were relatively closed to, I hate him the most. The whole thing just got old REAL quick for me.”

Church just nodded before looking around and spotting something underneath some debris. “Hey, what's that?”

Trent turned towards what he was looking at and walked up to it, removing the debris and seeing a gun. “Sweet, new weapon.”

“Weird, that looks like something from the UNSC.”

Trent shrugged. “Either way, I call dibs.” Trent then put his rifle to his lower back and reached for the gun. The moment he gripped the handle, he heard an unfamiliar voice in his head.

“For those who are in need of a scout, a commander, or a friend, I will answer the call. My name is Eliteslayer, but for those who knew me back then as Sebaste, I have returned… and I am ready to serve and protect…”

Trent then immediately looked around to find the speaker, but found nothing. “Um, Church? You heard that too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What the hell was that?”

“Hell if I know. There's no one around who's within hearing distance without shouting, and it wasn't through the radio.”

“So the only other explanation is that someone just sent me a telepathic message?”

Church shrugged. “Sure.”

Trent sighed. “Okay. Let's go see how the others are doing.” He then stood back up and began walking back the way he came, the gun still in hand.

“You're seriously bringing that thing?”

“Of course. It's a gun made by the UNSC, or at least similar to one. It could be useful.” A few moments later, they made it back to where they arrived but didn't see anyone. “Where did everyone go?”

Seconds later a gunshot was heard above them as Trent looked up to see Steven on top of one of the nearby structures holding his rifle in his hands.

“What the hell dude?!” Trent yelled.

“Just a few nearby Grimm approaching the base,” Steven replied as he jumped down, landing next to Trent. “I was just ‘dealing’ with them.”

“Okay...where did everyone go?”

“I’d assume back to Ponyville or wherever they live.”

“Really? Huh. I miss anything else important?”

“Not really, just that she’ll send some supplies when she’s able along with some contractors when able.”

“That's it?”

“That's it. Also what's that thing you’re holding?”

Trent lifted up the gun. “Found it under some rubble. Also, I called dibs.”

“Should have assumed you do that.”

And...that's about it…”

“Okay then. So what are you going to do now? I’m going to scope out our surroundings and see if we have anything I can scavenge to help us, and of course deal with any Grimm.”

Trent shrugged. “Eh, I'll just see if this thing still works.”

“Okay then, have fun.” Steven replied as he walked out of the base and into a nearby forest.

Church looked at Trent and asked, “Not going to mention hearing a voice when you picked up the gun?”

Trent shrugged. “We have enough problems to deal with without him thinking I'm crazy. Now come, I wanna see if this thing actually works.”

Author's Notes:

Well, there's chapter 5. So they met Spike and now have their own base, and it's revealed Church is from after The End. Also, Trent has a new gun. You guys probably know what happened when he touched it. If you don't, you clearly never read a Displaced story before. And finally, they now owe Pinkie a favor. I wonder if anyone can figure out what it'll be. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. We worked hard on it for this last month. Well, until next time.
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