Mando in Equestria Ch.4

>You felt weightless, a single microbe in an endless void. You felt as though you existed as everything but at the same time nothing. The very feeling felt unnatural and sickening.
>Your head pounded with a fury, as though someone was trying to rip out off your skull with hot needles. It was a maddening feeling. Then the colors started.
>Colors, shapes, sound. They all flashed around you like a swirling storm of sensation, enveloping you in a concert of noise and light that should never exist. Thousands of voices, sights and sensations glided through your very essence.
>It was a heaven of unspeakable pleasure and a hell of impossible pain. Nothing existed but these sensations, and for a time you think you became the sensations. Or did the sensations become you?
>Nothing made sense, time felt as though it had no meaning. There was no up, no down, no right or wrong.
>It was a total void, empty and full. Slowly the sensations broke apart, gathering here and there and everywhere. You watched.
>You watched as a young, squealing child was picked up by his father. How he was scolded for bringing all sorts of little critters into the home. In time, as the boy grew, you realized who it was.
>It was you. Yet, it wasn`t you. You were you. Or was he you? Where you he? Once again the impossibility of this all, the shear claustrophobia you had in this void scratched at you mind.
> Trying to claw some madness into you? You felt something, from that feeling of hot needles grinding through your skull, you felt something.
>And the whole time, you floated and watched as your whole life played out in front of you. Every smell, sound and sensation.
>Memories from long ago, some forgotten that you should`ve known came rushing back. The smell of the forest air of Kal’vir. The feeling of the kick of a weapon on the first hunting trip you went on. The smell of a freshly killed Mar’eena roasting on an open fire, the fat dripping into the fire.
>The sheer happiness of passing your verd’goten.  All of the pain as well, it was the greatest feeling and the most horrifying experience. For minutes, seconds, years you thought you may drown in it all.
>Then it receded, revealing your first Bounty hunt. You saw your hands grip onto railing; you felt your muscles tense. The anticipation, exhaustion and anxiety flooded you. You pulled up and looked down at a gathering of several people.
>A stray thought came to you. ‘These were the Mobsters? This was your challenge?’ Old memories flashed after that. A blaster round destroying the face of a Gungan.
>A blade flashing and a gout of Blue-green blood. You couldn`t take the feeling in your skull anymore. It just kept growing and growing, your whole head burned with the feeling.
>So you let go, you stopped fighting for once and everything stopped. It all slowed and everything simply….played. From the day you left your home planet to you last hunt.
>The last hunt you undertook seemed to move slower, and finally it came to the point of the crash landing. Your head felt as though cold water filled it and everything distorted.
>Horrifying creatures made up from your child-hood fear, the things that lurked at the edge of sanity seemed to come out of the void, screaming and roaring. Screaming and roaring for you.
>Then you woke up.
>You moved to sit up, but your arms and legs were held fast. You opened your eyes, noting the lack of your helmet. You looked up and down, noting that you were held by wrought iron chains.
>You tugged and jerked but only succeed in rubbing your wrists raw. You wait like that, for several hours lying. Memories from the dream, the fights, everything comes rushing back to you.
>”Alright, I`m captured and I have no clue how long I`ve been out….” You lift your head. “Oh, and my wardens seem fit to leave all my weapons in the same room as me….lovely bunch.”
>You hear the sound of a door creaking and a light sound of clopping, like Nerf hooves on rocky ground. You jerk and pull as the two horned and winged equines come into your field of vision.
>The black one, the one you fought is perfectly fine, her side has no scars and her eyes are clear. She has the greatest Pazaak face you`ve ever seen. But you can literally taste the anger and fear in the air from her.
>You turn to look at the white one, and you get nothing. No hate, no fear, no happiness. Nothing. The two of them stare at you for a few minutes, not making a single sound aside from inhaling and exhaling.
>Finally, the white one speaks. “Anonymous, why should we not destroy you for what you`ve down to our ponies and my sister?” She leans in close to you and you restrain the urge to attempt a head butt. Mainly because of the horn stabbing you in the brain, but that`s aside from the fact.
>You look around, looking for something to help you get out of this. After a minute of searching your mind comes up with something, you`ve got nothing. Nothing is something right?
>You shake your head and shrug at the big equine. She clears her throat “Before we get started, I want something from you. My sister has something to say as well.” She motioned her head to the black one.
>Something about the white one faintly reminded you of your mother, maybe pheromone producer or something she might have hidden on her? “We…are sorry for attacking you in Ponyville, we acted with haste after hearing of your fight with the Elements.”
>You blink and stare at these things. The white one speaks up again. “Well? Go on.” You look at her confused. “Do you want me to apologize or something?” The white one nods.
>You roll your eyes and huff. “Why should I apologize is she was the one to attack?” The white one narrowed her eyes and leaned close, whispering. “Because I can make your life a living hell, so apologize you Di’kut.”
>”H-how did you…?” How did one of these things know that word? You school your features and inhale deeply. “Fine, fine…Miss…Uhh.” You scrunch up your face a bit and the white one corrects you. “It`s Luna, Princess Luna.”
>You huffs again. “MISS Luna, I apologize for beating your shebs.” You grin to yourself. They might have you down but you could still piss them off.
>The White one shakes her head like she was dealing with a child and you felt insulted. “Good enough for now.” She gets a grin on her face and you`re on guard.
>”Now let`s move on to the fact of how you`re going to make up to Luna and my ponies.”
>You feel the chains around your arms and legs unlock but you don`t move. “…What do you want me to do?” She grins and motions to Luna. “Whatever she wants you to do.”
>Great, you`re being put up as work for hire without the pay.   You close your eyes and focus, when you open them a grinning Luna is looking at you. You scowl. “What do you want me to do?”
>”Follow us and we shall tell you, and your weapons shall be kept here until we deem it such a time as to return them.” You slide down off the table and to your surprise the table is only waist height.
>That kind of table would usually be higher…
>You follow the between the two, black in front and white at your back. You walk with them through several different halls and the entire time you`ve been keeping track of windows, doors, guards.
>Everything. Knowledge of your area has saved your ass more time then you can count. Eventually you reach a door with a crescent moon shaped painted onto it. The white equine walks off and you`re left standing feeling like a complete Di’kut.
>Luna pushes the door open and snack food wrappers tumble out of the room like someone just released a dam holding back all the seas of Kamino.
>You look up at the equine with a blank face, expressing your lack of knowledge on what you`re supposed to do.  “You are going to clean our room, every inch. This is only the start. I haven`t even let the help into our room. Good luck.”
>You stand there, staring at the mess. This was a first. You`ve been hired for murders, thievery, watching people and body guarding. Even training others, but this was a first.
>Several minutes pass and a small equi-p0ny shows up with a bucket, a stick with a bunch of material on one end, and a bunch of plastic bags. She pays you no attention, simply dropping the stuff and moving on.
>You start off tossing the various wrappers, containers and bottles in the bags. After half an hour and 3 bags you`ve barely gotten a foot in the door. Dust covers everything and you wish you had your helmet.
>No one has been in this room for at least a month. Why are you cleaning this out? You toss out another bag into the hall way with the other three and grab a fresh one, returning back to work.
>MEANWHILE
>The CMC sit around the clubhouse. It`d been three days since the incident with Luna and Anonymous.
>”Ah don`t know what went wrong. “Applebloom slumped over in a huff. Sweetie had felt like she had caused everything by asking Rarity to meet Anon, but maybe she was right. Maybe he was a bad thing all along.
>”Come on girls, I`m sure there’s some reason that Anonymous did what he did!” Scoots seemed to have taken to the strange being.
>”Well even if there was, it`s not like we can get him back after hurting a PRINCESS.” Sweetie sniffled again.
>Scootaloo rubbed her hooves together. “Then we`ll just have go to Canterlot to ask Celestia and Luna to let him go!” Applebloom and Sweetie looked unconvinced.  “Come on, what`s the worst that could happen? And maybe we`ll get our Cutie Marks.”
>After several more minutes of deliberation, Scootaloo convinced the others and they prepared to sneak onto a train to Canterlot.
>Back at the palace, you have managed to work a fair distance into the room. Half the room floor had been cleared in the span of several hours, working at a fast pace.
>You continue singing as you work, tossing plastic and metal into bags.  “Naasad’guur mhi, Naasad’Gur Mhi, Naasad’gur mhi, Mhi n’ulu, Mhi Mando’ade, Kandosii’ade, Teh Manda’yaim, Mando’ade.”
>You sit up as you finish another song and another bag, wiping some sweat off your forehead. A light clopping sound comes from the hall ways and you look out, seeing Luna. “What, come here to give me more things to do? At least wait till I`m done or give me a list.”
>She cocks her head to the side, kind of like an inquisitive animal. “No, why do you think he have come to bother you?” You toss away another bottle. “It`s because not many races are willing to let a fight be just that. Too many races hold grudges. My kind fights just for the fight, to test and thrill.”
>You move more garbage as you talk. “That`s why I don`t believe it, and you seemed pretty ready to kill me, though I could care less about that.”
>Luna clears her throat. “What was it Celestia said I should say? N-ni K-Kar’ta-yl gar darasu-um? No, that`s not it..” You jerk your head up. “You shouldn`t use a language you know nothing about…You just said ‘I love you.”
>Luna had the most horrified look on her face. “I`m guessing you were trying to say ‘Honor my offer of truce, for I would not willingly shed my brother's blood’?”
>She nodded and you sigh, the things you end up doing. Once you get your gear back you’re leaving this all.
>After several hours, you'd cleared through the dusty clutter.
>You only had to deal with Luna pestering you about your language and culture.
>She gave up after the first two hours but had demanded you sing the song again.
>Needless to say, you wish you had your blaster with you.
>"Very well, you have done our room. Let's see what else you can do for us."
>You ground your teeth. These damn things seemed to have a knack for pissing you off.
>"Ask me if I care, I feel like I haven't eaten in three days."
>"Not three, only two. But fine, let us find somewhere to eat." You dropped the 'mop' thing and followed her.
>You kept track of where you went, a few hundred feet down the central hall, three left turns.
>You stopped as you looked at the dining hall and whistled. "Kandosii, I know Hutts that would spend everything they own for something like this."
>You idly rub your hand against the smooth mason work. "Very nice."
>"I take it you like our palace?" You shrug and grunt. "I've seen better."
>She shook her head and sat down as several ponies in cooking garb came out.
>She muttered something to them and looked your way, you weren't paying attention.
>After examining the room several times, you sat down and Luna looked at you, and you just looked right back.
>You lean back in your chair, your Beskar'gam biting small divets into the soft wood.
>Finally Luna spoke. "We...wish to know more of you, and why you attacked us."
>You craned your neck to look at several ponies come into the room with platters.
>"For the first part, no. The second part? It's one of the six tenants of being Mandalorian. Protect yourself and your family."
>You grab a fork and poke the foods. The only discernible thing was a bowl of fruit.
>"So your kind is very family oriented?" You grunt and take a bite of some brown stuff.
>You spit the healthy sized bite right back out onto the plate and Luna scowls. "Uhhg, what is this? Grass?"
>She nods and finishes her own food. "Is it not to your satisfaction?"
>You grunt again and start eating the fruit. Once you get back to your ship you're gonna kill another deer.
>They were pretty good, not Nerf but still good.
>MEANWHILE
>Scootaloo squeezed through the bushes behind Sweetie Bell. "All right girls, we're through!"
>Applebloom grinned from the royal garden, waving you and Sweetie over.
>Something seemed awfully familiar...
>You and Sweetie leap over a bench and stand in a circle-triangle....thing.
>"All right, let's go get Anon back!" You and Applebloom both cheer, but Sweetie stays quiet. She'd been quiet the whole train ride over.
>"Sweetie, is something wrong?" Applebloom seems a bit worried about your mutual friend.
>Finally Sweetie looks up. "What if Rarity is right? Maybe he was some kind of monster? Don't you remember what he did to that deer?"
>You and Applebloom exchange glances. "And what about Rainbow Dash and the Princess, you saw what he did to them!"
>"Sweetie, we don't have time for this. We need to go."
>"Yeah, you need to go. I'm not coming."
>You stare at your friend, what was wrong with her? "Applebloom, you remember what your sister said about him!"
>"That he was a no good varmint? Maybe ya' are right." She say down, a look of sadness.
>Maybe your friends were right, maybe Anonymous was bad.
>A statue behind the three fillies glowed softly as they headed back home.
>Back with Anonymous.
>You gnawed away on the metal fork, trying to focus on that instead of the yapping ponies.
>Halfway through, some hoity-toity pony came waltzing in shouting something about taxes.
>You had no fucks to give and would currently rather be back at your ship drinking Shig tea.
>You hear a small whisper in your mind. 'Do it, just snap his neck. Can you imagine the look on her face?'
>You shake you head and Luna gives you a look. "Are you okay?"
>You just grunt and wave her back at the pony. You wouldn't be surprised if the food wasn't poisoned.
>A small...thing dances on one of the glass panes, and you leap out of your chair.
>"What the flying Osik is that?!" Luna and the ponies heads turn around to the pane and gasp.
>Only one shout manages to overpower the riotous laughing. "Discord!"
>You pop the last bit of fruit into your mouth and bite down, the fruit seemed to turn into a candy in seconds. "What in the..."
>The pony runs off and Luna strikes the glass with one of her energy blasts.
>The glass falls inwards and breaks into hundreds of pieces.
>Every piece has a picture of 'Discord' on it, and every piece is laughing like it was just told the greatest joke.
>"What is that thing?" You wish it would just shut up, it was giving you a migraine.
>You turn just in time to see Luna run out of the hall screaming for her sister.
>And with a sigh, you follow.
>Left, left, a few hundred feet and you're standing in the throne room.
>Lil' Princess is staring at Luna with worry. "Sister, what's wrong?"
>"Tia, Discord's escaped again!"
>you swear you just saw her white coat go whiter.
>"We need the elements! I shall go gather them and the wielders."
>She turns and looks at you. "I require your services." Despite yourself, you can't help but grin.
>"How much are we talking?" Luna blinks and 'Tia' sighs.
>"If I have to play by your rules then you play by mine." "Fine, 4 thousand bits after it's all done."
>You grin. "I also want this silly debt thing over." She nods and warps out of the room.
>You look at Luna. "I need my gear and a trip to the swamp."
>You giggle a bit as you go through your mind what you'll need.
>This will be fun.