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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?