"X-190 Spacefighter ready for test jump to Flava System." Jarii(Pronounced J-air-E) said into his comm mic as he stared into the vast emptiness of space before him, studded with distant stars as the quiet him of the craft filled the small cabin. "Permission granted for test jump." A voice replied, "We wish you luck, and we pray for the best." "Thank you control, initiating jump in 3...2..." Jarii continued as he flipped several switches and the hum became louder and louder, "1." And with that, he hit a button, there was a flash of light, the feeling of rapidly accelerating, then decelerating, in a mere 3 second period. Next thing he knew, he was plunging through some planet's atmosphere as re-entry flames licked around the craft, tearing at it. In a panic, he began flipping every switch and hitting every button that related to slowing down, and after that, pulled back hard on the steering control in an attempt to pull up as sirens blared at him, telling him he was going too fast at too steep an angle, as a massive layer of orangey clouds grew closer and closer and the craft slowly eased upwards. He plunged through the cloud (incidentally destroying an Enclave outpost), and just barely managed to pull out of the dive just before hitting the ground. But stable flight didnt last long as he clipped the top of the hill with a wing at 1200 km/h, sending his craft spinning to the ground, him barely managing to eject just before impact, the advanced ejection rockets stabilizing and slowing him down enough to gently land by parachute just beyond the spacecraft. Getting up out of the chair, he looked at the flaming wreckage before him and sighed. He reached under the seat and pulled out a backpack and a gun. Digging through the backpack, he pulled out a detonator and walked a hundred meters away from the craft, before turning around and pulling the trigger towards it, causing it to explode, so that it would be impossible for it to be of any use besides scrap. Slinging the backpack over his shoulder, he turned and looked at the land he found himself in, and his jaw dropped. A dead land lay before him, one that looked quite similar to pictures in the history books of the old Glorian Wasteland after the Fourth Civil War...
The shock wave of a sudden explosion rocketed around the wasteland and the destruction of an Enclave outpost caused this explosion to be intensified. Soon, this alerted many ponies across the wasteland. News spread quickly as reportings of a flaming wreck falling out of the sky cached the attention of those in power. The crash happened in the middle of nowhere, the closest settlements hours away. Unfortunately for Jarri, it looked like he had to travel to find help, if any were to accept him. And considering he was not from Equestria, or even the planet in general, he is going to become a very, very valuable individual.
(Here's what Jarii looks like: http://i.imgur.com/aRYGa0I.jpg it's just that his gun looks more M-16ish) Jarii took a deep breath and looked down to his PIC-SALI watch. Flicking up a hologram, he looked at the background radiation, which was 2 or 3 times greater than back home, then scrolled over map, which was fuzzed out as it was still trying to crack into the satellites above for GPS. Sighing, he powered down the hologram and looked at the land before him, walking off in the direction he facing, trying to get as much distance between him and the wreck, knowing that he didn't exactly make a stealthy entrance, and he'ld rather not meet any of the locals with them having the drop on him.
(Something special will happen when you reach 9,001 posts.) A sudden buzz of activity circled around the shuttle site. First to arrive onto the scene were the Steel Rangers, who later extinguished the flames to see if they could scavenge any sort of metal. Not meeting any success, they left without realizing that it was a foreign ship. Red Eye did exactly the same activity, following with no conclusions due to the technology inside being destroyed. The Enclave made a brief appearance on the surface, before giving up. After a firefight between the Enclave and Red Eye, with both sides fighting to the death and an overall loss of life due to loss of blood. Another faction arrived... and made progress.
Jarii crept through the dead grass as he approached a ruined road, looking both ways, he made sure the coast was clear before continuing along it, keeping an eye out for anything that might come into sight, his finger a quick jump away from the trigger to his gun
The citizens of the wasteland had no knowledge, with the exception of the shuttle crash, of this mysterious stranger. They never knew he existed. However, something was after this stranger. The moment word about the stranger is spread as being 'Alien', his price to the slavers will rise to levels unheard of. And wherever there are slavers, their deaths are always followed by the Diamond King. It turned out that Slavers had discovered footprints leading from the crash site and were on pursuit for who the pilot was. He could not hide forever...
As Jarii walked on, several red dots appeared his Local Map in his helmet visor's HUD, "Several heat signatures detected closing in on your position." An automated male voice spoke into his ear, "Default settings for foreign areas has requested signatures as belonging to hostiles until set otherwise." Jarii narrowed his eyes and walked several more meters down the road before backtracking and diving into a nearby "overgrown" ditch, a grenade easily slipping into his hand, a maneovuer practiced many times during training as a Legotium Magniitium for times of solitary insurgency drops. Waiting completely camouflaged in the ditch, he used his HUD to see where the hostiles were. 7 of them. 10 of them popped into view, and quickly closing in. 20 meters, 15, 10, 9, 7, 6, 6...5...5...4...4..." By now he could hear the sound of horseshoes clopping against concrete, narrowing his eyes, he peeked up to see several...Equestrians?!?! Ducking back down before they saw him, he quickly pulled the pin with anger in his eyes and tossed it out of the ditch at them, quickly followed by one of them going, "What the f-" before a sudden explosion interrupted him. A deadly silence fell after the explosion, and he popped his head up once more to see the carnage before him. The shrapnel grenade had felled each and every one of them with ease, 3 of them who were closest torn to shreds, the rest bleeding like hell from numerous deep puncture wounds. Getting out of the ditch, he inspected his work, keeping his gun out and his eyes pealled for more, then noticed one more dot approaching. With a grimace, he dropped to his stomach and aimed his rifle in the direction of the dot, the tall dead grass concealing it's identity....
(2 more until 9,000. Get hype.) The figure seen something move in the grass. He was well armed, and very very well trained. He knew that something was in the grass, but decided to let it wonder. Incase it was Raiders, the stranger pulled out his handgun as he walked past. Before he left, dropped a small piece of paper on the path before walking away. Unlike the Equestrians Jarri encountered, he was not hostile. Yet, he knew that he was inside of the tall grass. Either that it was to draw the enemy out or simply leaving a business card, the note remained there on the ground. All it said was "You have made quite an entrance...."
(Post 9,000 ^^) Jarii carefully made his way to the note and picked it up, reading quickly before jumping back to the road, simply running down the road, not wanting to spend any more time there. "equestrians?! I thought Ciilonii said they wiped them out! How are these Equestrians alive and free?!" He wondered aloud to himself as he jogged down the road
The figure adjusted his hood back onto his head as he kept traveling, eventually taking time to rest besides a black burnt-out tree sitting on a small his while opening a bottle of purified water. While taking a sip, he noticed something coming down the path. It was a live figure from his distance, then revealed to be a humanoid running down the path. He watched as the figure came closer and closer as he closed the lid to his drink. "Ciiloni..." he thought.
Jarii's HUD suddenly alerted to a new heat signature just as he saw a figure leaning against a tree. He lifted his gun up and pointed it at the figure slowly approaching it, "So...Equestrian...I must speak your language...the one you share with my planet's Vengian's. tell me, how did you survive Ciilonii's assault? They told us they massacred all of you and took over your entire planet."
(*Notices Snow has gone 'Over 9000' posts) [video=youtube;17zNW-wz35E]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17zNW-wz35E[/video]) (Anyway, now that is taken care of. Back to business.) "The Brass told you that?" the figure responded back, looking at the Cilloni who had his rifle pointed at him. "There was some truth in their words, they did manage to exterminate us. Not all of us however, they just wanted to forget we existed. I was young when this happened, and i survived the destruction. It was...quick but certainly not painless." The Stranger stood up to reveal himself. He was wearing sleeveless Riot Gear underneath a brown duster and carried various weapons. His mane was purple and yellow and had deep blue eyes. What stood out the most was his coat, the Crimson coat that has inspired fear for centuries. He coughed before speaking again. "I don't know exactly who you are exactly, but i can tell you that your not from around here easily. Since your arrival, you have alerted all of those in power around here. They are coming after you and the price on your head is rising to unheard of heights. It's up to you if you wish to survive the coming storm, at this moment, I'm possibly the only pony on the planet who can provide you with shelter."
Jarii blinked, "First off, I am not a Ciiloniian, I am Glorian. My father fought in the Ciilonii war 200 years ago, but that doesn't mean I'm of Ciilonii. I'm from the original Terra, Gloria Renovatus, the grand capital of Glory itself." He said very defensively, "And what do you mean there's a price on my head?"
Crimson smiled at the figure who aimed a rifle to his face. "Sorry. My parents fought in the original war and both died, i never knew much about the war in the first place because i never served. Seeing how you are the first visitor to our planet in over 200 years, your ship contained technology that would prove invaluable to the wrong ponies. Not to mention your background as a Cilli-...Glorian, they are going to treat you as an "Alien". You have a bounty already, even higher than mine infact. Once those wrong people catch wind of your whereabouts, they will be hunting you until you cease to exist. You'll never stop running, because they will keep coming after you until your dead." Crimson pulled a piece of gum from his pocket. "Equestria is worse since the war..."
Jarii lowered his gun, but still kept it in his hands, "I'm a Legotium Magniitium. My father was a Legotium Magniitium, one who spent 2 years of the Ciilonii war behind enemy lines. I know how to handle myself in a situation such as this." He told him confidently, "But still...help would be nice..." Jarii sat down next to the cloaked pony, "I was told Equestrians were untrustworthy, undesirable figures who sought to destroy Glory...I guess that's how they justify the "settlements" in Glory..." He muttered, "But what happened? The pictures and videos I saw of the Ciilonii invasion of Equestria showed this place to be so bright and happy, and that the Ciilonii soldiers were simply after the Equestrians...not razing the planet itself..." (I guess we'll go off Ciilonii being this alternate FoE world's Zebra Empire)
“The war almost wiped out everything, It basically sent us back to a rate of medieval society. Reminding us that your kind owned the obsidian skies and that when we recover, we’ll travel the completely other way.” Crimson told the Glorian. “They would have told you all of that stuff about Equestrians to gain public morale for your war effort, making us look like vermin. We were not vermin, but we lost the way during the war.” Crimson opened his pip buck up and showed footage of the last day happening and the sheer slaughter conducted by the Cillonii soldiers. Crimson was running across an urban environment while seeing ponies drop dead around him and screaming. He seen a mother and a child get murdered in cold blood by three soldiers, he pulled out his sword and proceeded to slaughter in a furious rage the three soldiers before hearing a loud noise behind him as everything seemed to turn into a brilliant white. The next time the footage continued was hours after, where every building around him vanished or turned into a concrete graveyard. Then, the footage went black. He looked back up again, clearly sad about the results. “That was 200 years ago, it’s been hell ever since....”
Jarii seemed fairly unimpressed, "Nothing I haven't seen videos of. Ever heard of the Fourth Civil War? Of course not...well, 50 Glorians a minute died. For 20 years. Before we fired nukes at ourselves." He said simply, "Brutality in warfare is nothing new for us." He said simply. "Now, anything useful you can tell me?l
"Yes" Crimson added, pulling up the map on his pipbuck. "I have a safe-house that you can remain in until things seem to die down, fully equipped with anything you need, be it ammo or weapons. It's underneath the city i rule over, an oasis in the wasteland around us. I'll see if i can get my contacts to build you a ship from tech left behind from the war, once we let the Glorian's know you're on their terms. However, if we told them that we survived...." Crimson paused for a moment. "We'll discuss that later, what's important is making it to the safe-house. I can turn you into a pony to bypass any onlookers and to eliminate your cover. It lasts for three hours and is very difficult to pull off. You don't have to perform this, this is just my suggestion."
Jarii laughed, "I am no Equestrian on Terra, I will not change my looks to "blend in". Besides, doing so would render my weapons and armor useless to me. Now, take me to this "safe house" of yours, I'ld prefer to be out of here ASAP. There's a large war going on back home, and Glory needs every Magnitium and Elatian it can get." Jarii suddenly noticed that the battery was low for his HUD. Grumbling, he took out his survival pack and dug through it until he took out a microfusion battery, something not even Crim had seen before. Popping out the old, literally burnt out one in his helmet, he popped in new one and placed his helmet back on, never letting Crim get a chance to see his full face. "Alright, let's go."
