*SHINK* A dummy fell to the ground, cut in half. After originally starting my training, I tried using weapons with my wings, which ended with me slicing my wings and body up several times. Instead of using a weapon, I used my magic to modify my wings. Numerous spells and enchantments were used to modify my wings for use.

The first spell modified the feathers on my wings from normal pegasi feathers to that of owls. In turn, this made flight and the flapping of my wings completely silent.

Here's a lesson in feathers.

Wings create flight when they flap. When the wings flap air rushes over the surface of the wing over the feathers, creating turbulence which makes a gushing noise and causes lift. For owl feather, when air rushes through the feathers, the serrated edges of the feather's bristles causes the air/turbulence to break down into smaller groups of air and therefore silences it.

For those of you that still don't understand, imagine taking a 2 foot long, 2 foot wide piece of glass and dropping it on a sidewalk. It would shatter and be loud right? That would be how it would work with the feather's on a regular flying bird. An owl's feather is like taking a piece of glass that is the same size as the other piece of glass and breaking it into billions of tiny little pieces. Then you drop each piece, one by one onto a sidewalk. It would most likely not shatter and it would be quiet as night right? Therefore the flapping of an owl's wings is silent, which enables them to be silent and hunt. In my case, it makes me silent when I'm flying or moving them.

The second spell change my feathers from being make of protein and keratin to being made of a combination of armor grade tungsten and titanium alloy. Tungsten is an element that is a metal. The good things about it is it is very strong, dense, and it can be sharpened down to be sharp enough to equal a diamond blade, which is meant to cut through cells, as in red blood cells, white blood cells,  and any other type of cells. However, for everything good, there is something bad. Tungsten is also incredibly brittle and heavy. Titanium is an incredibly light and strong metal and can withstand high temperature before melting. However, titanium doesn't have as much strength as tungsten and titanium can be a little soft. Using both of these metals take both good properties of each element with each element negating the negative aspects of each metal. Of course, magic helps this process immensely.

Clearly, the next enchantment made every single one of the feathers sharp enough to be used as straight razors.

The third I casted made the weight of the wings to normal wings. Tungsten and titanium are metals after all. Normal feathers are made of keratin(imagine your fingernails or hair) and are incredibly light to allow flight. Metallic feathers on the other hand...

The fourth and last spell reinforced the wing openings on my robes so that it could not be damaged by the modified feathers. If my feathers could slice through cells, I doubt it would have not trouble slicing through clothing or armor.

After the massive wing modification, I was left with pegasus wings with metal feathers that weigh as much as normal feathers and were capable of slicing through nearly anything. The wings did not even bother my movement. Each feather that was changed was sort of visible. The synthetic lights of my home shone on the feather's bright metallic chrome shine. Every feather were lethal weapons. I took one more slice at a different unscathed dummy and it fell to the ground, bisected.

I looked at the time and it was eleven in the morning. 'I've been practicing for fifteen and a half hours.' Even though I basically had to reinvent part of a martial arts, I was adept at it and just had to slightly change the movements to fit pony forms and wings. I hid my wings under my clothes and made my horn invisible.

I walked outside of my home after rearming myself with my gear, weapons, and ammo.

Then I took flight. This would be the perfect time to test my wings and how they function with the feathers. So far, the wings were working as well as normal wings and probably even better. The owl feathers made flapping completely silent. The only problem was the fact that the metal feathers were just a little bright, being very reflective. I casted another spell on my wings and the color went from bright chrome to a dulled light gray that reflected light as much as paper.

I kept on flying until I noticed a certain cyan pony on a cloud. I flew towards the cloud Rainbow Dash was asleep on and hovered next to her. Due to the owl feather's she didn't hear me flying. I unslung my 870 and aimed it in the air.*BOOM CHK-CHK* The shotgun spat out a nonlethal shotgun round with an ear shattering 160 decibels. For anypony nearby without hearing protection, they would be scrambling around disorientated. However, I'm a crazy Asian that would go plinking or shooting without hearing protection and not suffer from hearing problems. What made things even stranger was the fact that I had very good hearing. Rainbow Dash started sprawling on her cloud. It took her a minute or two for her to get reoriented. “Sup."

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!??!", yelled out a certain angry cyan pegasus.

"To wake you up."

"Why!?!?!?"

"Why not?"

"Why in the world would you- What in the hay is with your wings?"

"What?"

"Your wings?"

"What about them?"

"The colors of your wings are off with your fur."

"The only fur you can see on me is my face. I have several jackets and pairs of pairs of pants covering my upper and lower body and several clothe wrappings on my legs. The only exposed part of my body are my wings and half of my face is covered by my robe's hood."

"Yeah but your wings are grey while your face is white."

"And?"

"There is something wrong with your wings. I can't put my hoof on it but there is something wrong with your wing."

"Try and find out what it is."

"What could it be?"

"Find out yourself." Rainbow Dash stared at my wings for a while until she poked a feather with a hoof.

"Ow!", Rainbow Dash yelled out. Now present on her hoof was a small bleeding cut. “What was that?!"

"Oh yeah, my feathers are made of the strongest metals known and are sharper than razors."

"What? Why!?" I plucked out a minor feather of mine and handed it to Rainbow Dash. She stared at it for a second and then she ran it along her leg, shaving a little bit of fur off. “How? Also, Why?"

"Magic and the razor wings are for a new fighting style I thought up of for pegasi."

"That is awesome. Wait, are you going to show me?"

"Yes, my little pony, I will.  Maybe one day I'll show you."

"Sweet."

"Now I need you to do something for me. I need you to get gather my friends to Twilight's library."

She shot of towards the inner portion of Ponyville. I just flew onto the ground and started to walk towards Twilight's library home on all four legs. Before I left my home, I was already of normal pony size due to trying to reinvent martial arts for pegasi so nopony would notice my size. By the time I reached Twilight's home, it had passed maybe an hour. I walked inside and saw my friends and the Mane Six. “Really? Rainbow Dash, you brought your friends too?"

"Anything you want to tell them, you should be able to us", said Twilight.

"Twilight Sparkle, I know you're a princess but I hate people who like to get involved in something others shouldn't be involved in."

"What could you possibly be going to be talking about?"

"War tactics."

"That isn't bad at all", said Ike.

"Fine. We need to talk about retaking Vanhoover and Appleloosa. We should take Appleloosa first because it is closer. I found out from Celestia that Appleloosa has been taken over and turned into a makeshift military base. Everypony inside of Appleloosa has been turned into prisoners of war and are currently being used as a food source for the changelings, making them stronger."

"Oh no", said Applejack.

"I know, you have family in Appleloosa."

"How. How. How’d yah know?"

'For one thing, I know everything. Two, it's kinda obvious with the reaction."

"Let meh help yah retake dah city", said Applejack.

"I'm sorry Applejack, we can't let you, it's too dangerous. Look at me, I died in one takeover. Just let us do this ourselves."

"Just let meh help mah family."

"I'm sorry, it's too dangerous."

"Just let me help!"

"Applejack, it's too dangerous."

"I don't care!"

"Applejack, just let them do their jobs", said Rarity.

"One more thing, have the three of you found or learned of anything that will raise my attention?"

"Yeah, we've practice changing from pony to human", said Ike.

"Thought we still prefer our human forms", said Nick.

"Even I've learned some new magic stuff', said Andy. “Somehow, I managed to master a spell."

"What is it?" Andy then disappeared from where he was standing. Then I noticed his shadow was still there. I walked over to his lone shadow and stood on it.

"Get off of me!", yelled the shadow.

"Oh, that can be useful."

"No shit. And I'm still terrible at magic. This is probably my only high leveled spell I can use. Any other medium or high leveled or even some low level spells still just makes explosions"

"Guys, follow me", I said while flaring out my wings. That resulted in me slicing Twilight's horse statue that was in the middle of the library. “Sorry."

"What was that!?", yelled out Twilight.

"My wings."

"How is that even possible?!"

"You ponies got to learn to stop yelling. Just examine my wings Twilight." She stared at my wings for a few minutes and probably noticed only how the fact that my wings were a dulled gray that was slightly darker than my normal fur. She kept on looking at them until she ran her hoof along my wing only for her to bleed from some minor cuts on her leg.

"Ah! What was that?!", yelled Twilight Sparkle.

"Nothin important. Just razor sharp feathers made of the most durable metals known. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"You turned each one of your feathers into weapons? Tran, only you. I have to admit, that is a little badass. I mean think of it, your wings are now lethal weapons", said Ike.

"How are you going to preen your wings?", asked Nick.

"You guys have learned how to preen your wings?", I asked.

"Yes, it's not that hard. Even I've learned how to do it", said Andy.

"Isn't dat heavy?", asked Applejack.

"Won't if affect your flying?", asked Rainbow Dash.

"Won't you hurt yourself?", asked Fluttershy.

"No, it is as light as a feather. My flying is still the same. I won't hurt myself but I will hurt others. Watch", I started to fly up in the air and hovered for a while.

"Why don't we hear you flapping your wings?", asked Rarity. “Rainbow Dash's flying is loud and can be heard from anywhere."

"Hey!!", said Rainbow Dash.

"It's true. You can't hear me fly because I modified my feathers to be similar to owls to make stealth flight easier for me", I said.

"That is genius. Can you do that to us?", asked Nick.

"No. Follow me so we can get ready for a hostile retake over." The ten of us started to walk towards our way towards the Everfree forest where me bunker was located. My friends were in their human forms while I was in my alicorn form while walking biped. By the time I reached my bunker, I stopped where I was standing.

"Why are we in the Everfree forest?", asked Rarity.

"How long are we going to stay in the Everfree forest?", asked Twilight.

"It's too dangerous tah stay here long", said Applejack.

"Calm down. I made my home in the Everfree forest. It's right here." I pointed to the camouflaged door and unlocked the door with a spell. I walked inside and everyone else follow me in. I then casted another spell on myself and turned myself back into a human. “This is my humble abode."

"How and when did you make this?", asked Twilight.

"Two days ago and I used a lot of magic."

"How big is it?", asked Rainbow Dash.

"Four stories."

"Can I decorate in here?", asked Rarity.

"No."

"What is in your home?", asked Applejack.

"You'll see later."

"Do you have cupcakes? Cake? Ice cream? Candy? Skittles? Cookies? Pie? Muffins?", asked Pinkie Pie.

"No. You know what? Just follow me." I walked down to the second story and took out an apple from one of the several plants and food sources I had planted in my home. Pinkie Pie jumped around due to the fact that I had a kitchen and she was Pinkie Pie.

"You know what we should make? WE SHOULD MAKE A-."

"No. My kitchen and my food." The ten of us then walked into the third story.

"Tran, how long did you work on this house?", asked Nick.

"I forgot."

"It must have been long, you included a track, clouds, a pool, a workshop, a smith, even a ping pong table", said Twilight.

"You ponies have ping pong?"

"Yes though I'm not very good at it."

"I am a god at ping pong. Gotta love being a stereotypical Asian. And one more thing, my home didn't take me very long to make, it only took me one night to make it."

"How did you do this in a single night?!" asked Twilight.

"You of all people should know. Magic. Now let’s go." We then moved into the last story, the armory. The four of us began to gather ammo for the takeover. Gear, bullets, extra mags, just about anything we could use. Unfortunately, the worst thing about this was the fact that we had to reload our empty mags. Has anyone ever reloaded a pistol or rifle magazine? It takes a long time to reload several, especially hundred round beta mags. After regearing ourselves, we walked outside of the bunker and into the underground garage holding the deuce. “I’m driving." I revved up the gunship and drove towards Ponyville with the other nine in the deuce.

"Why can't ah come with yah?" Applejack asked.

"Applejack, we are going to kill masses of changelings, of course it is too dangerous for you. You don't even know how to fight them correctly. You can't just shoot them and hope they die. They have armor that can stop even some of our guns. Just stay in Ponyville." I stopped at Twilight's library and magically lifted everypony out of the deuce before driving off.

"Uh Tran, do you know the way to Appleloosa?", asked Ike.

"Eeyup. I looked at a map of Equestria and my photo graphic memory kicked in."

"So what direction are we going exactly?"

"South. We just need to follow these train tracks and we will get there in no time. In the MLP FIM series, it took them about a day to get to Appleloosa by train. I found out the trains go at about fifteen miles an hour, similar to the trains from the wild west from our planet. We should get there in five hours because our deuce goes nearly four times as fast."

"Their trains only go fifteen miles an hour?"

"Yeah. Steam engines aren't as efficient as internal combustion engines. Remember, we used steam engine powered trains before. That was nearly a 150 years ago but we did use those means of transportation."

"Eh. We still have better tech than the ponies."

"It is only one of the reasons why we are able to help them win this war. If it wasn't for that reason, they would be able to slaughter us. A fight no, open combat yes."

"Exactly what are we going to do when we finish helping the ponies with their war?"

"I don't know. We have been fighting for survival for a year. It may be a year but it has made us nearly dependent on that type of life. I'm afraid that we may be too different to live with the ponies. We are completely out tuned with this form of society. Many things can happen with us trying to adapt to this peaceful society. We don't know their customs, ways of life, society, even language we are different. We have actually killed living beings and some of the ponies have never utilized a weapon meant for combat. The ponies are herbivores while we are omnivores. We barely matched the ponies in society. There is a chance we could be integrated in their society but it would be difficult. We may not know for sure. Only the future holds the answer."

"We'll see."

Four Hours Later

"We're near", I said. I stopped the deuce when the Appleloosa was medium sized dot in the distance. “We have to walk the rest of the way." Appleloosa was probably four miles from where we parked the deuce. We began to walk there, but Appleloosa was built in a desert. The four of us walked half of the distance there before commotion started.

"God. Tran, how aren't you sweating?", asked Ike.

"What are you talking about? Why should I be sweating?"

"We're in the desert and you are wearing enough clothes to live in one of the artic circles."

"Compared to Phoenix, this is nothing. Remember? I would still wear one or two jackets in the summer and i said it was too cold for me."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I get it."

"Hold on." I held my arm up and laid prone on the ground. My three friends went into prone position as I did. “Patrol", I whispered. A patrol slowly hovered around where we were, completely oblivious of our presence."3. 2. 1." I raised my M4 started to shoot at the changelings. My friends joined with me. Within seconds, the patrol was slaughtered.

I deployed my Barrett and used the scope to look through the town. Like I has said earlier in the day, it was a makeshift military base. A large wall surrounded the town and above the walls, several cannons were exposed. I looked at the guards stationed at the walls, walking atop the walls, and flying around. The changelings were using black powder rifles. They were heavily armored. They had several pony hostages. They had plenty of troops to kill the hostages if we went in guns blazing.

"This time we can't just burst in guns blazing. We have to run to infiltrate them first. Here's the plan, we have to get over one of the walls. Once in, we have to locate the townspeople and get them to safety before we kill them. Don't use any guns that are loud. Either use silencers or melees. Only use your other guns when you hear the first gunshot that gives away the fact we are in. Be careful and try not to get caught. They have some of those armors they had in the Crystal Empires. I'm going to make us invisible. Let’s go." *SNAP* The invisibility spell I casted on the four of us didn't change the fact that we were still present. If any sand or substance were to get on us, our shapes would be partially visible. The fact that there was a sandstorm didn't help our operation. The sandstorm showed our shapes to the point that we were just outlines in the distance. If anyone looked at us, they would notice it but it would take a few seconds.

We hiked our way towards the small town and when we were within forty yards of the town we were getting noticed.

Up On The Walls Of Appleloosa

"What is that?", asked a changeling guard who was staring at our outlines.

"What?", another guards said.

"I don't know but I feel like there's somepony out there."

"Just send a patrol out there."

Back Where We Were Hiding

"Damn. Another patrol." After those words left my mouth, the four of us dropped to the ground in prone position. A patrol flew over near where we were hiding.

"Nothing here captain", said one of the scouts.

"Let’s get back to base. I got to kill those wall guards", the captain said.

After several more patrols, we were able to reach the walls. I looked up and saw a cannon and a changeling guard looking down. I took out one of my three rope darts and wrapped one of the ends on my left hand.

"What is that?", said the changeling guard who was looking at my rope dart. The guard most likely have never seen anything like it before.

I spun the dart end and threw it at the changelings head. It impacted his head through one of his eyes, killing him instantly. Before any other changeling guard noticed, I tugged on the rope and pulled the guard's body down.

'Still got it.' I pulled the dart out of the changeling’s head and threw it back up the wall. It hooked onto the cannon. Ike and I managed to climb up the rope and Andy and Nick was just stuck at the bottom, unable to get up. I sighed before snapping my fingers.

Both of them appeared besides the two of us, slightly confused. I unhooked my rope dart from the cannon and got down from the wall by a ladder. I handed Andy my M4 and Ike took out his USP SOCOM and trench knife. I took out my throwing weapons and tomahawk  and Nick took out his mace and his knife. We began to walk around the town, behind the buildings.

I walked up to one building and peeked in the window. Inside were several changelings wearing what looked like a formal version of armor. The building itself was more like a saloon. “Officers. Follow me." I walked up to a back door that led to the inside of the saloon and stepped inside. Inside was a small kitchen behind the saloon. I walked up to another door that would lead up into the main area of the saloon where all the officers were. I whispered, “Nick you get the ones closest to us. Ike you're with me, we get the medium distanced ones. Andy you get the ones in the back. Get ready. 3. 2. 1." I kicked down the door and the four of us rushed in after dropping the invisibility spell on us. Nick stabbed and bludgeoned four changelings that were closest to us. Andy sprayed down six changelings that were in the back of the saloon. Ike emptied his USP into six changelings. I threw my throwing knives into two different changelings.

"Now where are the ponies you are keeping as prisoners?", I asked. None of them answered. I kinda should have expected that. We are their enemy and we did just kill a good amount of them.

I took out another knife and stabbed it into his hoof that was pinned to the wall and started twisting the knife. I knew the changeling officer would start screaming in pain so I stuffed a hat, borrowed from a changeling corpse, into his mouth to muffle his screams. I stopped twisting the knife and took the hat from his mouth. “Where are the prisoners?"

"The town's sheriff department is in the south southwest side of the town. Medium sized one, about the size of this one. Grey roof and red-orange walls. You won't free them. The keys to their cells are with our generals" I unholstered my 1911 and put the muzzle right on his head. I pulled the trigger and listened to the gunshot muffled. I walked back to the previous corpses and grabbed my throwing knives. I took out my tomahawk and lopped the heads of six changelings. The heads took refuge into my backpack.

"You guys know where we're going to." I walked out the back of the saloon while being followed by my friends. I looked around at the south side of the town and looked for any buildings matching the changeling’s description. It was not long before I saw the correct one. The four of us walked towards the building, disguised by the sandstorm. I walked beside the building and looked into a window. Inside were several cages filled with ponies in old, dirty, worn down, western clothes. Outside of the cages, were several guards stationed to watch the guards. The guards included a few armors.

"Nine guards. Two armors. Andy give me my gun back." Andy handed me my respective weapon. “Guys, they have armors. This means I have to use explosives. Andy, put claymores at each of the three windows in your shadow mode and come back when you are done. To place them, just put them on their metal stands, place out the tripwire, and then pull the safety pin. The minute I kill them, get ready for chaos. The plan is I'm going to kill them with some explosives. The explosives will attract the other changelings so the minute you guys hear an explosion, get ready for hell. Enter by the front door. You guys need to defend me while I unlock the cages. Usually I'd just shoot or blow off the locks but there are prisoners close to the lock that would be hit by shrapnel if I shoot or blow off the locks. Go Andy" I handed Andy a backpack that was one of the detachable pouches from my backpack. He disappeared into a shadow and went into the building. After a few minutes, he came back out and reappeared in front of us.

"They're ready", he said.

"Wait for the first gunshot", I said. I walked up to the front door and prepped my gear. I took out a M67 in my left hand and a flashbang in my right hand. Then I did something that everyone's Rambo side has always wanted to do. I bit the pin of the M67 and the flashbang. I pulled the grenade away from my face, removing the pins, and threw the M67 in behind the armors to protect the prisoners and then the flashbang in the middle of the room. I drew my 1911 and Glock before I ran inside.

I began to mow down the changelings with my pistols. I sprayed the Glock at four changelings. With the 1911, I shot one changeling twice, a second in the head, the third in the chest, and a fourth twice. The last changeling stood rubbing his eyes with a hood while randomly swinging a sword around. Out of ammo, I took out my bowie knife and blocked a slash from the sword. Then I kicked the changeling in the head, knocking him out. Surprisingly, the breach only took four seconds. My friends ran in and looked around.

"Damn Tran", said Ike.

"Watch the doors", I warned. Several changelings ran into the building and were peppered by gunfire from my friends. I went up to one cage and took out a paperclip. “After I unlock the cages, I need you ponies to stay in this building until you stop hearing explosions."

"Now why should we trust y'all?", said a pony in a vest and cowboy hat.

"Well Braeburn, am I trying to kill you?"

"You're the cannibal! Wait, how did you know my name?"

"I know everything!!" I started to unlock the first of five jail doors. Unlike modern day locks from Earth, the locks used by Equestrians were pretty simple. They didn't contain too many tumblers but they still did have some tumblers in them. Using a paperclip only works on simple locks, such as handcuffs, and only simple locks. Any type of advanced locks with tumblers were difficult to pick with only a paperclip, where I would usually would be using lock picking tools. I saw a changeling attempt to go through a window, only for him to meet a claymore to the face.

"South window!" There were three windows, north, south, and east(the west side was a bar window in one of the prison cells). Ike faced the south and began shooting. *CLICK* I finally finished the lock I was on and moved onto the second door.

'I got to get better lock picking tools after this.' I left my actual lockpicks at home. You know, the home that's in another universe that's plagued by zombies. *CLICK* The second door was unlocked and changelings started to go through the north window. The claymores at the door provided temporary defenses, but only for a few seconds. “Andy watch the north window!" My friends were left defending all of the entrances of the building except for one. “Oh damn." The last window started to spew out changelings and I stopped picking the third lock to shoot at the changelings.*SNAP* A magical Tran clone appeared next to me and he took the AA-12 off my back.

I smiled before I went back to picking the third lock.

"Empty!", yelled the Tran clone. I unclipped the AA12 drum mags from my vest and threw it to him. *CLICK* I moved onto the fourth lock and started to pick it."I''m out!" I unslung the 870 off of my back and threw it to him. Then I took off two bandoliers of shotgun shells I had draped over my chest and threw it to him. That would only provide 110 shells for him(common Blackhawk tactical shotgun bandoliers hold 55 shells). Tran threw me the empty magazines of the AA-12, which were placed into my backpack. I went back to picking the fourth lock. *CLICK* I went to the last lock and started to pick it, until my last paperclip broke.

"So phan la chui di con(fate is playing with me[Vietnamese])." I looked around for something that was able to pick a lock and saw absolutely nothing. I went to a changeling corpse and started to loot a body.

Knife, sword, bow, arrows, armor, head, blah, blah, blah. I took out a pair of pliers and took off a hidden blade. I started to take it apart. the mechanism of the hidden blade I was taking apart was a simple spring mechanism that had to be manually resetted. I took the springs off of the hidden blade and I bent the ends and started to work on the fifth door and my right left hidden blade was left in its extended position. *CLICK* The last lock was unlocked and I visibly saw the ponies inside change emotions. I took the springs out of the lock and packed them into my backpack with my pliers. I took out my 1911 and saw the Tran clone about to be shot.*SNAP* The clone disappear right before an arrow flew into where he was standing. The Remington 870 and AA-12 clattered to the ground and I shot the changeling in the face. I picked up the guns and slung them back to their respective places. I threw two grenades out each of the possible window entry points.

I took out two pounds of C4, primed it, and threw it out the door entrance. I unslung the M4a1 off of my back and holstered my 1911. Detonator in left hand and M4 slung over my shoulder and prepared to be fired at the hip, my friends looked at me. I smirked at them and then pressed the detonator. *BOOM*

The four of us ran out of the jail. and sprayed at any changeling that was moving. I threw the now useless detonator at the changelings and unslung the M4 off of my shoulder to correctly fire a rifle accurately.

The four of us eventually started to ran out of ammo. Andy was down to his M1216. Nick was down to his hand cannons. Ike was down to his six shooters. I was down to my flamethrower. The changeling’s casualty list for the battle was possibly in the thousands by now and the only thing that proved to be trouble for us were armors, but when they were set ablaze by napalm, took a minute or two to kill. The waves of changelings seemed to be endless, until I noticed an all too familiar changeling.

"Chrysalis." The changeling queen was flying in the air surrounded by drones. A quarter of the drones guarding the queen flew at me with swords drawn. I pulled out my Glock and aimed it. *CLICK* "Of course I'm out of ammo." I holstered the Glock and flew at the changelings. *SHINK* Seven of the changelings that came at me fell to the ground, wings sliced off by my wings. The titanium tungsten alloyed razor sharp wings did their jobs. I flew at the other changelings and they met the same fate. *SHINK* I sliced the head off one of the changelings and I began to eat it. Every changeling that attempted to subdue me were met with sliced off wings. I flew to changeling queen, now guardless, and looked at her, who was scared.

"I don't suppose that you have a cloth can use to clean the changeling blood off of my wings? No? Well Chrysalis, you have two options. One, leave and take your changelings with you and then pulling your hive out of this war. Two, you stay here and your hive becomes nonexistent. Choose the smart one. Although I do want to try changeling queen head." I took a bite of the changeling head to emphasize the fact that i wanted to eat her.

"You win this time", replied Chrysalis turning green and gagging. Her horn lit up and she flew away. Then the changelings that were trying to kill us flew away. We stopped shooting them and looked at the changelings flying away.

I walked over to them and said, “You guys noticed how I got them to leave and the number of changelings we killed were probably equal to maybe a quarter of the changelings that left?"

"Yeah. I don't think we would be able to kill all of those changelings. I only have maybe 50 shells left for my shotgun and nine mages left for my M9s", said Andy.

"I don't think I could kill that many changelings with less than 100 rounds and my knives", said Ike.

"I'm outta ammo. I was just using your flamethrower and bashing their heads in with my mace", said Nick. He handed my flamethrower back to me and placed his bloodied mace back in its holder. I took the flamethrower and slung it on my back.

The ponies that were in the prison walked out of the prison and up to us. They saw me in my alicorn form and bowed. It might not have helped how I hated being mistaken for Celestia, who was a female, that I was a white alicorn like Celestia.

"For god’s sakes man, I'm not Celestia. I'm a male. Old Celly is a female." The ponies looked at me and then blushed out of embarrassment. “Now, can you ponies take care of yourselves?"

Braeburn went up to me and said, “Ahm sorry but we can't. The walls are still up and our apple trees died." I spread my wings and looked around. What Braeburn said was true. Nearly every plant life around the town was dead. The trees that were supposedly shown on the show were now old dried up skeletons of their formers selves. I flew back down and faced the ponies.

"How many of you are there?"

Braeburn started pointed at each pony one time as he counted and said,"52."

I walked to my friends and said, “We have to bring the ponies to Ponyville. They have to ride the deuce so three of us are flying. I'm one."

"Two", said Nick.

"Three", said Ike.

"Nope. Ike, you're driving. Andy doesn't know how to drive. He's only fifteen."

"Oh yeah."

*SNAP* I summoned the deuce from its hiding spot from the desert and went up to the passenger seat. I opened it up and I placed my mane weapons and back pack in it. Nick and Andy did the same. Nick and Andy then turned themselves into their alicorn selves. I went back to the ponies and said, “We need you ponies to come with us in our deuce."

"Now why should we trust yah and come with yah?", asked a pony dressed up in a sheriff's outfit.

"Well Sheriff Silverstar, we did just kill thousands of changelings, we are on Equestria's side of this war, I did just freed you lot, you lot have nowhere else to go, and if we weren't to be trusted, wouldn't I have killed you already? Now, we need you lot to get into the back of the deuce."

"How. How. How did yah know mah name?", asked Silverstar.

"Well sheriff, I KNOW EVERYTHING!!! Now let’s go."

"How do we get into it?", asked a random pony.

"Just climb into it."

"Is there any other easy way to get in?", asked another pony.

"No."

It took a while but after lifting up the troop seats, all 52 ponies were able to get in the 25ft long by 10ft wide cargo trunk of the deuce. All of the ponies were cramped, back to back, though. I took flight and was followed by Andy and Nick and then Ike driving the deuce.

Four Hours Later

We just arrived in Ponyville but Andy and I were panting from the long flight. We just arrived in Sweet Apple Acres. In the farm, the mane six were having a picnic and Applejack had a look of worry and nervousness. Ike parked the deuce in front of the farm and the three of us landed in front of the mane six, horribly tired and panting. Almost immediately, I vomited blood in front of them. I wiped the blood of the sleeve of one of my inner jackets and then faced them.

"Dear Celestia, we have to get you to a hospital Tran", said Twilight.

"I'm fine. It's just the damaged lungs from the Crystal Empire still healing. Just have to let it heal slowly. Anything strenuous, like flying for four hours, will open up the scars in my lungs."

"How did Appleloosa go?", asked Applejack.

"Why don't you ask the citizens themselves", Ike said. He opened the back to the deuce and the 52 ponies inside jumped out, one by one.

"Cousin Applejack!", said Braeburn.

"Braeburn?", said Applejack. “What are yah doin here?"

"Well Applejack, after we liberated the city, the apple orchards of Appleloosa were all dead and withered. Your old friend Bloomberg the apple tree is gone Jackie."

"Oh no. Wait, how'd ja know bout Bloomberg?", asked Applejack.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING!!!! Like Tom that Rarity fell in love with from the rerising of Discord, Mrs. Smartypant's adventure when Twilight enchanted him to attract others, Pinky Pie's crazy self-party with Sir Lintsalot, Rocky, Mr. Turnip, and Madame Le Flour, Rainbow Dash's various Wonderbolt dolls and schtuff, and Fluttershy has nothing inanimate that is a friend of hers because she has her animals." The mane six, minus Fluttershy, stared at me.

"Who told you this!", said Rarity.

"How did you know about Smartypants?", asked Twilight Sparkle.

"Only Rainbow Dash knows about them and I made her Pinkie Promise not to tell", said Pinky Pie.

"How did you know about my fandom?", asked Rainbow Dash.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING!!! Plus, Dashie, everyone knows about your fandom, I just know how much fandom you have."

"This is starting to get scary", said Rarity.

"He's just Tran being Tran, Rarity", said Nick.

"Now, we took back Appleloosa but all plant life there is destroyed so the civilians there have no food so I brought them here."

"We're going to have to talk with Mayor Mare with this situation", said Twilight.

"YOU can do that without US. We need to resupply for Vanhoover."

"You just freed a captured town that was turned into a military city and you still want to free the city of Vanhoover?"

"Yes. Now we need you to get these ponies somewhere to live. There are 52 ponies so good luck. Guys, get back in the truck. PEACE!!!" I went into the driver's side of the deuce and drove towards my home at the edge of the Everfree forest. Once at the bunker, the four of us went inside and started to gather ammo for our guns. It usually took us a long time to resupply since we didn't have an infinite amount of loaded magazines just millions of stray rounds. Whenever we shot our guns, we never threw away the magazines, we just placed them into our backpack or tactical vests. For some reason, hundred round beta magazines take a really long time to load. ‘Wait, I have magic.' I lifted the magazines and hundreds of stray rounds were loaded into the magazine. After loading our magazines, we went back to the deuce. I went into the driver's position and started to drive.

After Finding Celestia

"Celestia, why are there miles of hallways?", I asked.

"There's not that many hallways. There's only nineteen miles of hallways", she replied.

"Exactly. You know what, I'm not going to argue. We need to talk about Vanhoover."

"I know, it is still captured."

"I know that. I need some troops."

"What could you possibly need troops for?", asked Celestia.

"A tactic I read about when I was younger. It involves some amount of force. It is really effective for something like this."

"How many troops do you need?"

"Eight."

"Eight? You only need eight guards? What could you possibly do with eight guards?"

"You will find out later eventually. I just need eight of your best guards."

"Wait here."

The wait for the guards irritated the life out of me. When I was young, I had ADHD, or attention deficit hyperactive disorder, which made me very hyper and made me one of those people that couldn't stand being still for more than a few minutes. Walking or reading, yes. Standing still or waiting, no. I always had to be doing something, even if it was as simple as walking. Now to elaborate on how hyper I was when I had ADHD, imagine an eight year old capable of fully sprinting a mile in less than seven minutes.

During the hour of waiting, I noticed how all of my weapons were bulky to wear or do anything in them. The flamethrower was like a backpack on my back with my backpack strapped to the back of the flamethrower. My AA12 and 870 were slung over each side of my shoulders. My Barrett was strapped under the flamethrower while the M4 was slung over one of my arms and neck. The enchantments I casted on them eliminated their weight but the pure size of the weapons and gear were a nuisance. In turn, this handicapped my ability to free run and my speed. To counter this, I took up the flamethrower in my magic and I began modifying it. I already enchanted it previously to make it never requiring refueling or repressurizing, so ammo was out of the way. The M2-2 flamethrower was a large device. Two tanks that carried fuel and one small tank that was air pressure. To counter this, I shrunk the tanks carrying fuel to the size of the air pressure tank. This in turn, made the frame for the flamethrower useless. Then I separated each tank of the flamethrower and connected the hoses to them in a different configuration. After the modifications, I took up tanks and flamethrower and placed them into pouches in my backpack meant for water bottles or drinks. The two fuel tanks were placed on the each side end sides of my back while the air tank was in a pouch in the front of the backpack that pointed away from me. Then I permanently fused the tanks to my backpack so they would never fall out and made a holder on the side of my backpack to hold the nozzle of the weapon. In the end, I integrated the flamethrower to my backpack.

The guns were impossible to do the same to, but they were guns that could be easily rearranged on my back. My Colt M1911A1 and Glock 18 were on tactical thigh holsters, my Walther PPK was strapped to the inside of my vest, and my Desert Eagle was on a waist holster. The backpack flamethrower was on my back, still with the Barrett 50 cal. strapped to the bottom of it. The shotguns were slung on my back, making a large X. The M4a1 was slung over my left arm, pointed down.

Right when I took out my 1911 and had it field stripped, Celestia returned, with eight guards. These guards were special. They were all lunar guards. One of them was the guard that challenged me to a fight. They were all outfitted with the repeating crossbows I developed. Their armor was still golden but they seemed different. The eight guards stared down into my eyes, trying to pierce the barrier to my soul and see what I've experienced. I started back, sharing stories and experiences of pain, death, anger, unfairness, crime, just about everything that can go wrong with life. I looked back to my pistol and reassembled it."Wut?"

"What have you seen?", asked Nightwatch.

"What could I possibly have seen? Well I did come from a world where I had to survive. Not live, survive. Killed thousands of my own kind, including my parents. Soooo what have I seen? A lot." The eight of them stared at me with a look of a mix between pity and horror. They kept on staring at me until I said, “Let’s go now."

"You killed your own parents!?!", asked a guard. What's the issue? It's not like that's taboo in mutiple cultures. Oh wait. It is.

"What about it?"

"Who kills their own parents?!?"

"Apparently I do. Let’s go."

"Why?"

"They could have killed me. Back where I'm from, it's was kill or be killed. Nearly everyone wanted to kill you. You find a friend? Good. You have someone that can help you kill. I have three. Albeit being normal, I have friends. The world ended, the government ended, society ended, humanity ended, life ended, everything ended. You had to kill. End of discussion,  let's go." I walked outside of the castle and back to the deuce with the eight guards.

"HEY! What took so long?", Nick said.

Completely unaffacted by what I had just been talking about, i turned to face my friend. "Old Celly did. Now let’s go. Nick, you're driving."

The twelve of us started our journey for Vanhoover. Nick and Ike sat in the front while the guards, Andy, and I sat in the fact. The journey to Vanhoover would have taken longer than the journey to Appleloosa. The distance from Ponyville to Appleloosa was about 200 miles. The distance from Canterlot to Vanhoover was about 700 miles. This trip was going to be long.

Fourteen Hours Later

The trip to Vanhoover went by slowly for everyone. Nick and Ike took shifts driving and sleeping, Andy and the guards were asleep, and I was the only one awake for the entire trip. During the entire trip, I took everyone's weapons, disassembled them, oiled them, cleaned them, reassembled them, and reloaded them, multiple times over. The entire time that we were in Equestria and killing changelings, we did not maintain our guns. By now, we ran thousands of rounds through the gun. An AK47 doesn't need much care but it helps its accuracy and reliability. An M60 needs to have its barrel replaced every 500-1000 rounds. An M4a1 used as much as mine needs nearly daily maintenance. A KRISS Vector needs maintenance to be more accurate and reliable. If you never maintain and clean a gun, the gun will lose reliability and eventually, you might find the gun jamming on every shot. On the sixth disassemble of Nick's M60, the twelve of us were within seeing distance of the city.

As we neared, the city, I reassembled whatever was still in pieces before loading them up with fresh ammo.

"Stop", I said. The current driver, Ike, slowed the deuce down to a stop. “Stay in here for a minute." I limped out of the deuce (dead legs) and took out a spotting scope out of my backpack. I opened the tripod to the scope and looked at the town.

The large city was similar Appleloosa in terms of being changed. The only difference was the fact that the city was much more massive in size and was without walls. Instead of cannons on being on walls, there were thousands of cannons on the residential skyscrapers. Hundreds of patrols of armors patrolled the city. Some patrols weren't flying because they were too armored to fly. They were most likely to counter the six of us. I doubt it would be any problem. It was not long until I was nearly spotted by a large, armored changeling so I picked the scope from its resting spot and folded it back up to fit into my backpack. I took the C4 and RDX out of my backpack and began to make several explosive charges.

I went back to the deuce where the guards and two of my friends were sleeping. I took my 870 out and shot a round into the air. We were far enough from the city to not attract any attention from the gunshot. All it did was scare everyone in the truck. After some scrambling and colorful language, everyone jumped out of the deuce and gathered in front of me. ”Oi. I have a plan that might scare the leading officer her into giving up the city without the need to go in guns blazing. The only thing you guys need to know is that when you hear explosions and gunshots, get out from where you are hiding and point your weapon at anyone that isn't with us."

"Shouldn't we know more?", asked a guard.

"No."

"Why should we trust this plan? For all we know, it could cause our deaths", said another guard.

"That's just it, you just have to trust the plan. Now let’s go. I'm going to cast a spell on us that makes us invisible to others so don't worry about getting seen. However, you can still be heard so don't be stomping around." *SNAP* The invisibility spell I casted on us was the same that i used on us during the retake over of Appleloosa. It rendered us invisible to others, but we were still visible to each other and ourselves. This time, we weren't outlined by a large sandstorm. That was a plus.

I kept on making my way in Vanhoover and nothing interrupted us or bothered us. My destination was an area that would seem to be used as a last stand or a defended area where important leaders were placed if a frontal assault or hostile takeover happened to ensure survival. It was essentially a small industrial building that had reinforced.

Before I found my target, a changeling armor literally walked into me when he turned a corner.

"What in Faust's name was that?", said the changeling armor. The armor doubled back, trying to find out what he ran into. This went on for a few minutes until another armor came by.

"What are you doing Jugs?", asked the armor.

"I don't know force, but I swore I ran into something but I can't seem to find out what I ran into", said Jugs.

"Juggernaut my old friend, you are probably going crazy with your mind. Like The Cannibal", said Force.

"I am not that crazy. The Cannibal is insane", said Juggernaut. Their conversation about me being insulted went on for a few minutes until Juggernaut said, “Let’s get back to our watches, we gotta watch out for the Equestrians." Juggernaut walked away, soon followed by friend.

'Cam on chua than(thank god[Vietnamese])", I thought. Then life decided to hit me under the belt again. Force literally walked into Andy. ‘Poshel na khuy zhizni prosto poshel na khuy(Fuck you life just fuck you[Russian]).' Andy tried sneaking away but my brother wasn't a stereotypical Asian like me. Andy was more bad luck than anything else. His attempt to sneak away was similar to Gallagher trying not to smash watermelons at a farmer's market. The armor continued to walk towards Andy's direction as he tried to get away so I took Ike's trench knife from his sheath. I managed to get behind him so I raised the knife pointed downwards. I aimed for a spot in his armor where the helmet met the main chest piece and slammed the knife down. This resulted in the knife sinking in halfway into the armor and him slumping onto the ground, dead. I tried to drag the body, only to be stopped by its weight.

"Nick, help me with the body. Damn body weighs more than you", I said.

"Fine", he replied. I dragged the body into an unhidden area where the armor would have been discovered but not too quickly discovered. “Tran, wouldn't he be discovered by the enemy?"

"That's the point. I need the changelings to find the body of this armor so a part of my plan will work. Now let’s go." We continued our way into the city, nearly being discovered on several occasions, mostly the guard's faults. After half an hour, I managed to find a suitable target, Vanhoover's town hall/center. The town hall/center was heavily fortified. Outside had cannons spread around the building. There were several sentry towers with ballistas, similar to the ones in the Crystal Empire and the one that shot me. The town hall itself had barred and barricaded entrances, minus the doors, several guards on the roof, and several armors on the ground.

I arranged the guards and my friends into an area pointing the town hall’s front, arced. I also took Andy's megaphone. I took the explosive charges I prepared earlier and started to place them around the area, synced to different detonators. In total, I placed 70 charges, each one with half a pound of C4 or RDX. Then I walked over to a large stone slab and laid down on it after deploying my Barrett on it without the scope. The large stone slab was the ex-foundation of a statue most likely due to the fact that the statue part was, oh I don't know, MISSING. I removed the scope off of the Barrett and flipped up the iron sights. My intended targets would be relatively close. Forty yards at best.

After that I started to wait. What I had been waiting for was the body to be discovered. Not only did it take a while, it was an uneventful wait. I was trying to get the changeling king/queen to surrender without us needing to go in guns blazing. The plan was to scare the changeling queen/king in charge with a dead body of an armor being found. This in turn would most likely lead to the queen/king being moved to the most defended area of the city captured. Before the queen/king were to be moved inside of the most heavily fortified building to ensure survival of the most important figure, similar to the U.S. president being moved to the bunker that is located underneath the White House that can survive nuclear explosions head on. The next part of the plan was that while the king/queen was being moved, the explosive charges I placed were to be detonated before the changeling queen/king were inside the building. The explosive charges were placed at the entrance of the town hall and at two of the possible three ways to get away from the town hall. The last possible way to get away from the town hall was blocked by the other eleven. Then as the king was trapped, we could force a surrender.

It was not long until a siren was alerted and several panicked shouts from the changelings that were, “They're here!!" This was followed by a large contingent of armors went to the town hall with a changeling king in the middle of them. Before the changeling king was able to get inside the building, I pressed the button of the first detonator. The first detonator was linked with 40 explosive charges that were placed at the entrances, near the guards, and inside some of the cannons. This made entry to the town hall temporarily impossible. I  picked up another detonator and pressed it. This detonator was linked with 30 charges set up on the sentry towers on the left and right sides of the town hall. The sentry towers being blown up resulted in them falling down and blocking two of the three possible ways to get away from the town hall.

I shouldered my Barrett and started to fire at the changeling armors. I quickly shot all ten rounds within a five second time frame. The .50 BMG rounds were able to pierce through the armor's armor but it weren't able to pierce through multiple targets. There would be little chance for the rounds to punch through multiple bodies. Currently I was using tungsten tipped raufoss penetrators. For those of you who don't know about guns and ammunition, a raufoss round is a type of bullet meant for shooting through concrete or even steel. A raufoss round is a large caliber bullet that is entirely composed of a common alloy used in normal bullets such as steel, tungsten, depleted uranium, lead, and just about any normal bullet metal. Several layers of metals are made into the bullet. The outer usually being normal copper, Then the next layer is usually lead or steel. Lastly there is a smaller bullet penetrator located inside, usually a common metal used in armor piercing round, such as steel, tungsten, or depleted uranium. In the front or back of the bullet is an explosive charge with a fuse that is lit after the bullet is fired. After the bullet is fired, the fuse is lit and keeps on being lit until it impacts a target. When the bullet impacts and imbeds itself in a target, the explosive charge located in the bullet activates and detonates, propelling the smaller bullet penetrator inside. Most of the time, the bullet penetrator becomes shrapnel from the explosive charge, making it similar to a shotgun blast. Basically, the bullet hits you, explodes, and then a smaller piece of the bullet keeps on going from the resulting explosion. The bullet wouldn't punch through multiple bodies but it would spray shrapnel at other changelings behind the original changelings that I shot.

I dropped the invisibility spell I casted on myself and showed myself to the changelings. I also reloaded the Barrett and aimed it at the king. “Oi. I am requesting your surrender. If you don't, I am obligated to use lethal force", I said through Andy's megaphone.

By now, the remaining guards and even the king(he had a crossbow) aimed their weapons at me.”I think you should surrender. You are vastly outnumbered", said the king. In total, nine weapons were being pointed at me.

"I think you are the one that is outnumbered."

"How can that be? There are nine of us and one of you", said the king.

I dropped the spell that kept my friends and the guards invisible and they had their guns and crossbows pointed at them. “You know, you are outnumbered. Plus, our weapons are fully automatic. We can cut you guys down before you can notch a second arrow on your bow. Now, I'm going to say this again, surrender or be slaughtered. You have to remove your armed forces from this city or we will slaughter them. I am giving a chance for your group to survive."

After a few minutes, the king and his guards lowered his weapons. The king's horn lit up a dark green and they walked between the only possible entrance, it being the entryway my friends were stationed at. The king and his guard eventually left, soon to be joined by his troops, most likely due to the insect hive mind fact. After a few hours, the entire city of Vanhoover was devoid of any changeling. This resulted in hundreds of ponies flooding the city. The ponies stared at us. The thing was, they had looks of fear, despair, sorrow, sadness, pain. The look when someone has lost hope. A look someone should never hold. A look similar to the ones of my friends gained from surviving. Their physical condition was normal. Not fat, not skinny, not scared, just......... normal. This raised further questions in my minds. If the ponies are in a normal physical condition, the reason why they have faces must have been from physiological scaring, something difficult to fix, especially for kids. Something of this scale could lead to permanent mental scaring. They kept on staring until a stallion started clapping. ‘The lone clap.' Then another person joined. And another. And another. And another until everyone was cheering.

"Equestria is back!!", yelled one of the guards. This kept on going on and I walked over to where my friends and the guards were.

"Guards, I need you to stay here and take a current situation report. Find out casualties, help any sick and injured, schtuff like that."

"Aye sir!", yelled the guards.

"Sir has a nice ring to it. PEACE!!!" I walked off to my friends and said, “Let’s go home guys."

Fourteen Hours Later

The four of us drove back to Canterlot in the deuce. By the time we reached Canterlot, it was five in the morning. I woke up Ike and Andy to watch the sunset. The rising of the sun was a time where we could relax. We didn't have to worry about being on guard, if we were to live the next day, if we were going to be killed the next day, whether or not there were a zombie horde nearby, if we were silent, or what could happen. This was a time we never had since the zombie apocalypse started. It was a time of... Peace.

We drove into the courtyard of the castle and got out. We made our way towards where the two princesses were. The throne room was empty. The conference room didn't have them. The courtroom was a negative. Their bedrooms didn't house them. It was until we were walking in teh hallways when we found  both princesses, talking.

"Oi. We regained Vanhoover. The changelings have lost their last standpoint in Equestria."

One Hour Later

"We gather you guards today to commemorate these four for their actions in helping Equestria win this war. For their actions in retaking captured cities from the changelings and the invasion of Canterlot, we have decided we are to award this four with the Equestrian Star." Celestia and Luna had gathered any active duty royal guard that was currently present in the castle for a ceremony to award us the Equestrian Star, which turned out to be the highest possible award they awarded. After a large ceremony, the four of us each had a medal around our shoulders. What I did was I took the medal, and removed the strap that was meant to hang around my neck. I took the medal part and attached it to my lanyard, which was always hanging on my neck like a necklace. I walked over to Nick, who was talking to Shining Armor.

"...And armor is needed for a pony armor too. In the Crystal Empire- Oh hi Tran", said Nick

"Hi. Nick there is something I want to tell you", I said.

"Tran, why did you make your medal like that? You damaged the highest and proudest award you can possibly get", said Shining Armor.

"I connected the medal to my lanyard so I can always wear it. I usually wear my lanyard around my neck. Now people can see it. Now, let me talk to Nick. Nick, do you know what day it is?"

"Ummmm. Tuesday?"

"Nick, think a little bit more."

A few minutes went by before Nick said, ‘Okay. I give. What's so special about today?"

"Nick, happy 20th birthday."

One Trip To Ponyville

The four of us drove back to Ponyville and parked the deuce back in the garage in my bunker. When the four of us decided to go to the library, I noticed how their the lights were dimmed down so I stayed outside while my friends went inside. The dimmed down lights were an obvious sign that there was a surprise party ready for whoever were to walk inside. Plus, I kind of looked inside of the building with night vision goggles and saw ponies hiding, party supplies, and a large banner that had THANKS FOR STOPPING THE CHANGLINGS!!! The second my friends walked in, the lights turned on, everypony jumped out of hiding, and everypony yelled surprise. I watched as my friends were completely spooked by the surprise and in turn they raised their weapons at the ponies. However, my friends saw that it was only ponies and they lowered their weapons. Then I saw and heard yelling come from my friends and the mane six. This argument went on for five minutes before I decided to do something.

I walked to the back of the library and climbed up the side of the tree. I went in a third story window and started to go through the library home. I went to the second story floor, which wasn't separated from the first story floor. I went into a prone position and crawled over to the ledge of the second story floor. Then I pulled out two flashbangs and pulled the pins in my mouth, still holding the safety spoons. I tossed both flashbangs into the crowd, where my friends and the mane six were still arguing, and waited for the chaos. After the two tactical grenades detonated I walked down the steps and said, “Having fun there?"

Everyone was rubbing their eyes and i just stood there waiting. “Why Tran!?", yelled out Ike. Obviously, I didn't like surprises.

"You guys were fighting."

"YEAH! They raised their weapons at us", said Twilight.

"You may be a princess Twilight, but I don't respect you. They raised their weapons because you surprised them. You guys should have learned by now that you shouldn't sneak up on people who came from a dead world and are paranoid. You ponies should take it easy on the surprises. Nowwww, let’s started the party Pinks."

The party was any normal party Pinkie Pie would usually throw. This party had snacks and food, entertainment and games, ponies and people, and music and karaoke. My friends were just enjoying themselves in the Pinkie Pie brand party. I was just in one secluded area of the first floor solving my Rubik’s cube.

Twilight saw me and walked over to me. ”Hi Tran. Why don't you enjoy yourself in this party?"

"Well Twilight, parties isn't something I enjoy. I was never like anyone else. Even back on our world before the zombies started appearing. Usually I didn't have that much in common with others. My friends, before the zombie apocalypse, had something in common with me but not that much. Whether it was social standards, music preference, accessories, or fashion, I usually didn't have anything in common with other people. This meant that nearly everyone didn't have something in common with me. Most likely due to the fact that most adolescents of my generation usually shared the same personality, behavior, or standards. If you were to go to a normal classroom, large amounts of people will share something in common. It could be similar clothes, similar hair style, similar backpack, similar phone, just about anything. Remember that IPhone microcomputer I showed you? Most likely three quarters of the people would most likely have the same thing. In fact, this one isn't even mine. My brother, Andy gave this to me after the apocalypse started because he didn't have any use with the IPhone because there wasn't anyone to use the iPhone with. You might see that everyone has one of these iPhones and then I have an older style phone that you have to flip open to operate. This IPhone utilizes a screen where you just have to poke whatever you want it to do.. Then you have me using an older style one that uses buttons to operate. It was even my choice to use it. Normal adolescents of my kind wouldn't do anything like that. They'd probably take the better one in a heartbeat. I don't have that much in common with the others. That is why I am not enjoying myself. It has to have something I enjoy."

"Oh. Well I see you have your cube puzzle out. Now you just finished it. Hey Tran, can you teach me how to solve it?" Well, solving one is relatively simple if you know a pattern. Unfortunately, I didn't use a pattern. I don't think I want to.

"Twilight, that would take too long."

"Awwww. Tran, I have one more question, what will you four do now? You four ended the war in Equestria and now there isn't much of a major need for you four."

"We can probably settle down. Purchase a home. Something like that."

What will you do?"

"I don't know. Best case scenario, the four of us successfully settle in without any trouble happening. Worst case scenario, another nation wants to take over Equestria in its weakened state and succeeds after killing us. Eh."

"The changeling nation did a toll on Equestria."

"Yeah. Let’s hope the future holds better days."