Mando in Equestria. Ch.3

>You snort as the light glow from your time activated visor awakens you, it`s 0400 hours.
>you shift around and push yourself up, insects leaping off of your armor as you move around.
>Youlook around the camp, checking everything that was around you and as you took a step back to stretch, your right foot brushed against something.
>You look down at the curled up bodies of the three sleeping equines. Apparently they curled up close to you when the fire burned low. You move to nudge your foot against them to wake them up but there’s already movement.
>The orange one, Scootaloo, was the first up with a sleepy eyed Applebloom waking up when her head bumped against the ground. Sweetie Bell is still snoozing.
>You give a low chuckle, seems two out of three were used to early mornings. Well, if she doesn`t get up in time to eat that`s her problem.
>”Alright, we’re going to eat and head to your town.” You state it, not ask. Scootaloo nods. “Hey, you said food? What are we going to have? Do you have any pancakes? You pop your helmet off and look at her inquisitively.
>”No, I`m going to finish off the stew I made last night and you two, three if your friend wakes up, will have some of my peoples food.” They looked at each other at the word ‘People’.
>”What’er people, Mistah Anonymous?” You shake your head, they probably don`t use the same words as you for various things.
>You dig around in a pack holding various salvaged food stuffs and pull out several large pouches. You pour a bit of water into the first pouch and set it down, carrying the other to the fire.
>After starting another fire from a quick burst of your wrist-mounted flame projector, you`re boiling some water over it. The girls had been amazed at the flames and asked several times for you to do it again.
>You refused of course. Sweetie Bell woke up not long after you added the Behot to the boiling water. In minutes, the Shig tea was boiling and you were draining excess water from the pack of re-hydrated Haarshun bread.
>You laid out a cup of each and set out the stack of thin bread for them before digging into your cold stew. You had wasted too much time fixing the tea for them. They dug in with exuberant shouts while you quietly finished off the stew.
>The meat was good, there was hardly any congealed fat sitting on the top of the broth meaning it was very lean, something you knew from when you had cleaned it.
>The three finished off the bread with Scootaloo snagging the most. Seemed she was the more practically inclined of the three. You packed away what was left of the Haarshun after drying it back out and watched as the girls finished the tea.
>You had a faint smile as three pairs of eyes. “Wow, it tastes like a lemon mixed with an orange.” You had no clue what they were, but you nodded. Damn your soft spot for kids.
>The drained the small cups of liquid and you stood up, dusting yourself off. “Oya, let`s go. The sun will rise soon.”
>”Ok!” Came the three responses and they walked to the trail as you grabbed your E-11 and Bryar. You raised your eyebrow as you watched Scootaloo holding her right wing tightly against her.
>She probably sprained it or something. That`s for the town to deal with. With a light grunt from moving your sore back, you and the ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders’ as the called themselves where trekking to ‘Ponyville’.
>You initially laughed at the name.
>The sun eventually rose half-way through the trip and by then you had to take a break for the three. You noticed Scotaloo struggling with her wing so you dropped down and examined it.
>”Uhhh, what are you doing?” You gently run your hand along the edge searching for swelling or breaks. “You`re holding your wing stiffly, I`m looking for injuries. Open your wing please.”
>”She refused and you narrowed your eyes. “I asked nicely, are you trying to hide something?” She looked Nervous and cracked her wing open slightly, giving you a look inside.
>Why was she trying to sneak off with some Haarshun bread? You shake your head and stand up. “Alright, break’s over. On we move.” The three gave a tired groan and got returned to the trek.
>Finally, you reach the small hill overlooking the town. The girls give a happy cheer and gallop full force to the town. You actually have to jog with some effort to keep up.
>By the time you reached the middle of the town it was empty, no sight of anyone or ‘Anyp0ny’.
>You reach for your E-11 but the three glare at you. “Ever’eh p0ny is here Anonymous, they’re just scared of yah!”
>You move your hand away and gesture away. “Alright, lead away. I have things to do, not waste time on some Ade.”
>Sweetie Bell grins at you and points with one hoof. “Follow me!” and gallops off again with the other two. Where was all this energy during the hike?
>You catch up to them fairly easily and you ask Sweetie Bellthe names of her sister, who she mentioned during the hike. “Oh her? Her name is Rarity, she used to ignore me but after she showed me how much she loves me, we play together all the time.”
>You grunt. Rarity was the name of one of the equines that tried to arrest you. You slow down as a large rounded building comes into sight and walk up to the door. You nod at her and head away from the door as Sweetie opens the door.
>”Rarity! Come meet our new friend!” Then you hear a familiar voice. “Sweetie? Sweetie Bell?!” The White horned equine comes rushing out of the building wrapping her sister in a hug. She freezes as she sees you, Scootaloo and Appleboom standing beside you.
>”YOU!” She moves Sweetie Bell behind her and her horn glow brightly. In  flash your E-11 is pointed right at her.  All three of the CMC get between the two of you, shouting. “Rarity, what are you doing? He’s our friend!”
>”He’s a horrible…thing Sweetie Bell, he put Rainbow Dash in the hospital.” Ahhh, the blue one you`re fairly sure all she received was a concussion.
>”Is this true Anonymous?” The CMC look at you with sadness and Scootaloo looks especially hurt. You nod your head, keeping your blaster trained on Rarity. “Yes, probably just a concussion though. She should have made a plan before so flippantly attacking me.”
>”Wait, why would Rainbow Dash attack you?” You jab your rifle at Rarity. “Why don`t you ask her?” The CMC twist around and look at Rarity and she stammers. “He knocked her out of the air and insulted her.”
>You roll your eyes under your helmet and move your feet back, slowly stepping away. Your helmet picked up several signatures moving in and you were sure you knew who it was. Though there was a large signature with them.
>You give a last nod to the CMC. “Take care you three; I doubt your sister’s friends would enjoy my company as you three do.” You lower your rifle and hit your jets just as the other five equines and one large black one come around the building into a visual range.
>The blue equine has a bandage wrapped around her head and the Pink one is staring at you as you hover. You hear shouts of “That’s it!” and the like as you turn to leave.
>You turn around as your sensors pick up something behind you. “Osik!” The black equine was following you. It seemed to be both winged and horned.
>You spin around, bringing your E-11 to bare and loose several blasts at it. Two blasts strike her in the chest and they have no effect. You flick your finger and up the power to lethal.
>Looks like you found a challenge on this little planet after all. Several blasts of a dark energy streak by you and you re-direct your path to the ground, firing your E-11 the whole time.
>You cut your jets and drop to the ground, bringing your right arm as you do at the black equine charging you. You let loose a gout of flame from your wrist-mounted flame projector but she continues to charge forward.  The equine continues her charge, flying through the flames without a second thought.
>She slams into you and takes back up into the air. You`ve hooked your arm around her neck and are blasting her one handed with the E-11. The scent of burnt fur, feathers and flesh makes its way through your helmets filters.
>She jabs her head around, trying to stab you but her horn just slides off your beskar’gam. “How dare you attack our p0nies! How dare you attack us! What beast dares to do so!”
>”MY. NAME. IS.ANONYMOUS!” You push off of the equine with your legs, bringing the E-11 up for a frantic shot as you fall. You feel a slight kick as the bolt leaves the gas chamber and it slams into her face. She cries out and starts heading to the ground, out of control.
>You hit your jets and descend with her, aiming ahead of her descent with your shots and you riddle her with blaster fire. She’s hissing and screaming the entire way down, hooves scrabbling at her eyes and blasts of energy coming from that horn of hers.
>You twist around and slow your descent. The equine smashes into a building and you cock your head. You`re fairy sure nothing could`ve survived that. You cut your jets and drop to the ground and change energy cells for your E-11.
>You open the door of the house and point your rifle at the first living thing you see, a light purplish female equine with fruit on her flank. She seemed inebriated.
>You continue through the house and level your rifle at the possibly dead form of the equine.  You run your gloves across her neck, looking for a pulse or breathing. You peer into her eye, the one you blasted at. It was covered in gluey mucus and a cloudy blue. Your shot must have blinded her.
>Her head jerks up and her horn pierces the neck lining below your helmet. With a jerk she yanks your helmet of your head and slashes deep into the flesh of your face.
>You yank your head back, blood rolling down your face and from the hole you now had in your ear. “You dare blind us mortal! We won`t even give you the mercy of entrapment of Tartarus! You shan`t even be sent to the moon! We will-“
>You interrupt her with an elbow to the throat. “You talk too much, actions are needed now. If you hate me show it!” She coughs and gags, flapping her wings. You whip out your old blade, a knife given by your father and charge.
>You slam into the flailing equine and she stumbles back, carrying you both through the whole in the wall. One of those energy blasts streak across your forehead as you fall, scorching the flesh badly.
>The momentum of your tangled bodies is stopped by the ground and you feel your blade meet flesh and slide. You feel the panting body underneath you and your sore body flares with pain. Blood dribbles freely and you think you may have sprained an ankle badly.
>You push yourself up, looking down at your opponent. The blue eye was clearing up but there was a large gash along her side, exposing powerful muscle and red-hued bone.
>You stand wearily, retrieving your fallen E-11 and sheathing you blade. Several p0nies glare at you with anger and revulsion, shouting at you. The equine was still breathing but seemed to be regenerating. Should you finish her or retreat?
>Before you have the chance to choose, a loud shout rends the air. Fury like that of a burning sun fills the air. “SISTER!” You turn your blurry eyes, vision half-way obscured by blood to the source of the shout.
>Standing in the middle of the first six you battled was another large p0ny with wings and a horn, though polar opposites of the one glaring one-eyed at you from the ground. You hit your jetpack and sail up, grabbing your helmet that was wedged between debris as you go.
>You slam your helmet down and turn back to the direction of you ship. As you turn you lock eyes with an angry equine and you feel fear settle into your gut. The sister of the one you bested was here, and you’re pretty sure you’re not in the condition to fight her.
>She screams in anger at you and you feel your body gripped by a powerful force. The last thing you see is the ground rising to meet you. Then blackness and silence.