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Night Lord in equestria part 2
>Your eye twitches involuntarily.
>The pink xenos looks up at you, enjoying the now flaming scenery
>Losing what little patience you possessed, you snatch the pony by the throat and drop-kick her with all your gene-enhanced might
>The loud crash in the distance tells you all you need to know about the xenos’ landing
>Returning your attention to the vox-console, you now realize that perhaps using your flamer against the pink pony was perhaps not the most sound idea.
>The screen is blackened with soot, what parts of the console that aren’t on fire are sparking ominously.
>You promptly lose your shit.
>Curses fly from your vox-grille, first in Nostroman, and then in just gurgles and growls of the most blind fury imaginable.
>Animals that have not fled from your presence are deafened by your roaring expletives.
>You fell trees with your lightning claws or headbutt massive dents into their trunks.
>An Angry Marine would be proud.
>Eventually, your tantrum loses steam as you get ahold of yourself.
>The console is dead. Maybe more parts of your ship are around this planet?
>Before you can come up with a plan to look for these parts, however, you hear the clip-clop of hooves in the distance.
>Perhaps now is a good time to find cover.
>A massive tree blocks your bulk from view nicely
>Before too long, you hear voices.
>”... sounds like he stopped screaming and punching trees.”
>”What a brute! Using such brawn to try and hurt our dear Pinkie Pie! Barbarous!”
>”Ah’ll say! He’s gotta be pretty strong to punt Pinkie all the way to Twilight’s house!”
>”Where’s that big blue mother-bucker? I’ll knock his butt to next Tuesday!”
>”M-maybe he’s just l-lost and scared. “
>”And this is where that funny machine was! That’s where that big blue guy was.”
>They must be at the wreckage now. Time to shoot more xeno-
>You reach for where your bolter should be, but it’s missing.
>”Hey, what’s this?”
>You peer around your cover ever so slightly.
>Damn. They found your bolter.
>Before you return to your cover, you take a look at your adversaries.
>Two with horns, two with wings and two without anything special.
>Considering the pink one’s capabilities, you have to assume they are all psykers.
>You’re a Night Lord. You avoid fair fights at all times.
>This would not be a fair fight.
>Even if you had your bolter, you they would simply dodge the shots.
>This is not good.
>You know no fear, but you are not a fool.
>You rack your mind for options.
>One of them seemed timid, fearful, and perhaps a little empathetic. Perhaps you can win her over.
>No. You won’t give up. You won’t be their prisoner.
>You have no other options.
>Your Astartes mind rages against this, but you must keep a cool head.
>Your fight against the corpse-god will come another day.
>For now you must survive.
>Their voices are getting closer.
>You remove your helmet and stare at it briefly.
>You chuckle to yourself.
>This must be the dark gods’ petty revenge against your denial of their patronage.
>So be it.
>You step around the tree.
>”Good day, little ponies.”
>The pink one lifts a hoof in your direction. “That’s him!”
>Before you can respond, a rainbow blur smacks into your chestplate, faster than even your enhanced vision can follow.
>You barely even feel the impact through your armor.
>The rainbow-headed pony slides down your chestplate with an audible squeaking noise and plops down on the ground, eyes spinning.
>That was almost comical.
>The other xenos are in varying degrees of shock and curiosity. Except for the pink one. She seems to be smiling. A most unsettling smile.
>You decide to break the ice.
>”As I said before, good day, little ponies.”
>The yellow one cowers under your words.
>The purple one gains some courage. “Wait, you can talk?”
>”Of course I can talk, little one. How our languages are the same, I do not know, but it is fortuitous, nonetheless.”
>The orange looks confused. “Too many big words. Talks like you Rarity.”
>The white pony with a horn speaks up in a posh accent, “Well at least we know he has intelligence to match his strength.”
>A compliment. You hadn’t heard a real compliment in many years.
>The rainbow haired one is still stunned beneath you, emitting mumbles and groans every few seconds.
>The purple one pipes up again. “He may be intelligent, but he hurt Pinkie Pie. He might be a follower of chaos.”
>Your blood boils at the insinuation of being under the thrall of the dark ones.
>Your voice turns to a low growl, “I do not serve the ruinous ones, XENOS. My father did not need their gifts and neither do I.”
>The purple one apparently takes offence, “Xenos? You’re the alien here!”
>The orange one looks at you in confusion, “Who’re the roo-in-us ones?”
>”The four gods of chaos: Tzeentch, Nurgle, Khorne and Slaanesh. Who else would I be referring to?”
>The orange one continues to look dumbfounded.
>”Nevermind. I do not serve ANY form of chaos,” you finish curtly.
>”That doesn’t explain why you hurt Pinkie, ya big blue butthole!” A voice from below you remarks.
>Such emotion, and no logic. Just like the mortals that served aboard your ship.
>”YOU try getting tossed through a portal and see how YOU react to a world full strange new creatures, little one. Besides, you assaulted me the moment you saw me. You aren’t so different from me.”
>The rainbow-haired horse seems taken aback by this unthought-of possibility.
>The yellow one seems to muster up her courage at this. “S-see? He’s not so b-bad. He was just scared is all.”
>Your mind rages against this thought. An Astartes? Scared? That’s more absurd than saying Tyranids make good housepets.
>Stay focused. Let them think what they want to think. You must survive and make it back to the Long War.
>She makes her way in front of you, standing beside her cyan counterpart.
>You bend down on one knee to the small pony’s eye level.
>”It’s... true. I was greatly troubled to be in a world like this. I reacted poorly. Forgive me.”
>Though your face betrays no emotion, every muscle and fibre of your being DEMANDS you unsheathe your lightning claws and tear these xenos apart.
>No. Later. After they have served their purpose.
>”Girls, we need to talk,” the purple one says.
>They form a tight huddle a few feet from you, whispering low.
>Your gene-enhanced hearing manages to pick up their conversation.
>”Well, girls, what should we do?”
>”Ah say we give him a chance. He ‘pologized didn’t he?
>”He seemed so lost and lonely. I say yes.”
>”I don’t think so. He kicked Pinkie Pie through the roof of the library!”
>”But it was so fun flying through the air! I want to do it again!”
>”See Rainbow? Pinkie is willing to forgive him. Why can’t you? Be a little generous darling!”
>”Fine, fine. I forgive him. That doesn’t mean I have to like him...”
>”Well, he hates chaos... Who knows? He may help us fight Discord if he ever comes back!”
>”Well I guess it’s settled then!”
>They break their huddle and walk towards you, the cyan pony wearing a scowl.
>The purple one, who is obviously the leader of this little group, trots up to you and says, “Well Mr... uh...”
>”Xor-Tall Tashovallian”
>She gives you a confused look, as does the orange pony.
>You sigh, “Chosen will suffice.”
>”Well Mr. Chosen, let us be the first to welcome you to Equestria!”
>At this, the pink pony practically explodes in confetti and balloons and toots on a party horn.
>”Since you’ve never been to Equestria before, I’ll have to throw you an extra big party for you!”
>She toots on her party horn to make her point.
>”What do you mean, a party?” You’d attended a feast with the Space wolves during the Great Crusade, but surely these ponies don’t party like those uncouth savages.
>The pink xenos looks at you with an openmouthed, dumbfounded stare. The party horn falls from her mouth.
>”You don’t know what a party is!? In that case I’ll have to make this party EPIC!”
>She zooms off out of the clearing, leaving an empty dustcloud in her wake.
>What in your father’s dark name have you gotten yourself into?

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Night Lord in equestria part 2
>Your eye twitches involuntarily.
>The pink xenos looks up at you, enjoying the now flaming scenery
>Losing what little patience you possessed, you snatch the pony by the throat and drop-kick her with all your gene-enhanced might
>The loud crash in the distance tells you all you need to know about the xenos’ landing
>Returning your attention to the vox-console, you now realize that perhaps using your flamer against the pink pony was perhaps not the most sound idea.
>The screen is blackened with soot, what parts of the console that aren’t on fire are sparking ominously. 
>You promptly lose your shit.
>Curses fly from your vox-grille, first in Nostroman, and then in just gurgles and growls of the most blind fury imaginable. 
>Animals that have not fled from your presence are deafened by your roaring expletives.
>You fell trees with your lightning claws or headbutt massive dents into their trunks.
>An Angry Marine would be proud.
>Eventually, your tantrum loses steam as you get ahold of yourself.
>The console is dead. Maybe more parts of your ship are around this planet?
>Before you can come up with a plan to look for these parts, however, you hear the clip-clop of hooves in the distance.
>Perhaps now is a good time to find cover.
>A massive tree blocks your bulk from view nicely
>Before too long, you hear voices.
>”... sounds like he stopped screaming and punching trees.”
>”What a brute! Using such brawn to try and hurt our dear Pinkie Pie! Barbarous!”
>”Ah’ll say! He’s gotta be pretty strong to punt Pinkie all the way to Twilight’s house!”
>”Where’s that big blue mother-bucker? I’ll knock his butt to next Tuesday!”
>”M-maybe he’s just l-lost and scared. “
>”And this is where that funny machine was! That’s where that big blue guy was.”
>They must be at the wreckage now. Time to shoot more xeno-
>You reach for where your bolter should be, but it’s missing.
>”Hey, what’s this?”
>You peer around your cover ever so slightly.
>Damn. They found your bolter.
>Before you return to your cover, you take a look at your adversaries.
>Two with horns, two with wings and two without anything special.
>Considering the pink one’s capabilities, you have to assume they are all psykers.
>You’re a Night Lord. You avoid fair fights at all times.
>This would not be a fair fight.
>Even if you had your bolter, you they would simply dodge the shots.
>This is not good.
>You know no fear, but you are not a fool.
>You rack your mind for options.
>One of them seemed timid, fearful, and perhaps a little empathetic. Perhaps you can win her over. 
>No. You won’t give up. You won’t be their prisoner.
 >You have no other options. 
>Your Astartes mind rages against this, but you must keep a cool head.
>Your fight against the corpse-god will come another day.
>For now you must survive.
>Their voices are getting closer.
>You remove your helmet and stare at it briefly.
>You chuckle to yourself.
>This must be the dark gods’ petty revenge against your denial of their patronage.
>So be it.
>You step around the tree.
>”Good day, little ponies.”
>The pink one lifts a hoof in your direction. “That’s him!”
>Before you can respond, a rainbow blur smacks into your chestplate, faster than even your enhanced vision can follow.
>You barely even feel the impact through your armor. 
>The rainbow-headed pony slides down your chestplate with an audible squeaking noise and plops down on the ground, eyes spinning.
>That was almost comical.
>The other xenos are in varying degrees of shock and curiosity. Except for the pink one. She seems to be smiling. A most unsettling smile.
>You decide to break the ice.
>”As I said before, good day, little ponies.”
>The yellow one cowers under your words.
>The purple one gains some courage. “Wait, you can talk?”
>”Of course I can talk, little one. How our languages are the same, I do not know, but it is fortuitous, nonetheless.”
>The orange looks confused. “Too many big words. Talks like you Rarity.”
>The white pony with a horn speaks up in a posh accent, “Well at least we know he has intelligence to match his strength.”
>A compliment. You hadn’t heard a real compliment in many years.
>The rainbow haired one is still stunned beneath you, emitting mumbles and groans every few seconds.
>The purple one pipes up again. “He may be intelligent, but he hurt Pinkie Pie. He might be a follower of chaos.”
>Your blood boils at the insinuation of being under the thrall of the dark ones.
>Your voice turns to a low growl, “I do not serve the ruinous ones, XENOS. My father did not need their gifts and neither do I.”
>The purple one apparently takes offence,  “Xenos? You’re the alien here!”
>The orange one looks at you in confusion, “Who’re the roo-in-us ones?”
>”The four gods of chaos: Tzeentch, Nurgle, Khorne and Slaanesh. Who else would I be referring to?”
>The orange one continues to look dumbfounded.
>”Nevermind. I do not serve ANY form of chaos,” you finish curtly.
>”That doesn’t explain why you hurt Pinkie, ya big blue butthole!” A voice from below you remarks.
>Such emotion, and no logic. Just like the mortals that served aboard your ship. 
>”YOU try getting tossed through a portal and see how YOU react to a world full strange new creatures, little one. Besides, you assaulted me the moment you saw me. You aren’t so different from me.”
>The rainbow-haired horse seems taken aback by this unthought-of possibility.
>The yellow one seems to muster up her courage at this. “S-see? He’s not so b-bad. He was just scared is all.”
>Your mind rages against this thought. An Astartes? Scared? That’s more absurd than saying Tyranids make good housepets.
>Stay focused. Let them think what they want to think. You must survive and make it back to the Long War.
>She makes her way in front of you, standing beside her cyan counterpart.
>You bend down on one knee to the small pony’s eye level.
>”It’s... true. I was greatly troubled to be in a world like this. I reacted poorly. Forgive me.”
>Though your face betrays no emotion, every muscle and fibre of your being DEMANDS you unsheathe your lightning claws and tear these xenos apart.
>No. Later. After they have served their purpose.
>”Girls, we need to talk,” the purple one says.
>They form a tight huddle a few feet from you, whispering low.
>Your gene-enhanced hearing manages to pick up their conversation.
>”Well, girls, what should we do?”
>”Ah say we give him a chance. He ‘pologized didn’t he?
>”He seemed so lost and lonely. I say yes.”
>”I don’t think so. He kicked Pinkie Pie through the roof of the library!”
>”But it was so fun flying through the air! I want to do it again!”
>”See Rainbow? Pinkie is willing to forgive him. Why can’t you? Be a little generous darling!”
>”Fine, fine. I forgive him. That doesn’t mean I have to like him...”
>”Well, he hates chaos... Who knows? He may help us fight Discord if he ever comes back!”
>”Well I guess it’s settled then!”
>They break their huddle and walk towards you, the cyan pony wearing a scowl.
>The purple one, who is obviously the leader of this little group, trots up to you and says, “Well Mr... uh...”
>”Xor-Tall Tashovallian”
>She gives you a confused look, as does the orange pony. 
>You sigh, “Chosen will suffice.”
>”Well Mr. Chosen, let us be the first to welcome you to Equestria!”
>At this, the pink pony practically explodes in confetti and balloons and toots on a party horn.
>”Since you’ve never been to Equestria before, I’ll have to throw you an extra big party for you!”
>She toots on her party horn to make her point.
>”What do you mean, a party?” You’d attended a feast with the Space wolves during the Great Crusade, but surely these ponies don’t party like those uncouth savages.
>The pink xenos looks at you with an openmouthed, dumbfounded stare. The party horn falls from her mouth.
>”You don’t know what a party is!? In that case I’ll have to make this party EPIC!”
>She zooms off out of the clearing, leaving an empty dustcloud in her wake.
>What in your father’s dark name have you gotten yourself into?

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