>Day "Brutes" in Equestria
>You are Tarturas, Chieftain of the Jiralhanae
>You awaken from your slumber, well rested and ready to take on the day
>You shit, but don't shower or shave
>What are you, a human?
>You grab your mighty hammer, The Fist of Rukt, and go to the pilot's seat of the Phantom you arrived here in
>After only a day here, you were already sick of it
>You arrived here after you were defeated by that traitorous Arbiter, preventing you from completing The Great Journey
>After your death, you awoke at the controls of a Phantom, so you took it as a sign
>Just as you turn on the long-range motion sensor, it beeps, a red dot appearing at the edge of it
>You turn the ship towards the source of the dot and flip on the scanners
>You look at the screen in front of you and see a small alien, much like one you'd seen while assaulting a human colony
>You lower the Phantom in a clearing near where the alien is, and set it to hover
>You grab The Fist of Rukt and a plasma rifle, and jump down the grav-lift to the planet's surface
>The grass feels strange on your armored feet as you march toward the alien's location
>You crash through trees and bushes as you emerge into the clearing with the alien
>It turns to look at you and it seems intrigued by you
>You stop to examine it
>It is a white and black striped creature, adorned with various pieces of golden jewelry, and...oh god...
>Dat glorious mohawk
>The creature seems to be admiring your mohawk as well, as she bites her lip and and slowly approaches you
>"This new creature is quite a surprise, a big alien ape stands before my eyes." the alien speaks in the human tongue
>You assume the alien is female, judging by the voice
>You clip your plasma rifle to your belt and cross your arms, the covenant sign of peace
>Just kidding, diplomacy is for the Sangheili
>You point your plasma rifle at the alien
"Halt alien, state your species and what planet this is."
>The alien stops and seems surprised at your mastery of the human language
>"Ah, the pony language, this great ape can speak, now my interest has reached its peak."
>This rhyming is getting annoying
>"I am a zebra, my great big friend, Equestria is the name of this land." she tells you
>You've never heard of a planet called Equestria, must be outside of the Covenant's reach
>The zebra approaches you and speaks again
>"I love a man with a great mohawk, now give me that [spoiler]hot monkey dock[/spoiler]."
>She tries to leap up and tackle you but you smack her to the side with your plasma rifle, knocking the wind from her lungs
>You clip it to your belt and pull The Fist of Rukt from your back
>You rest it on your shoulder and place your foot on the zebra's stomach
"Wrong move, zebra." you say with a wicked grin
>She gasps, taking in the life giving air as you step back and position the hammer over her
>You raise it, then bring it down and flatten the zebra
>You raise the hammer again to reveal a gory mixture of crushed bones, blood, and organs
"Such a shame, a mohawk is a terrible thing to waste." you mutter to yourself
>You trek back to the Phantom and float up the grav-lift
>You return to the controls and flip on the sensors
>A multitude of blips show up on the radar, a colony maybe?
>You turn the Phantom and set off to the blips
>Eventually, the trees end and buildings come into sight
>More of these "zebras" are going about their lives, unaware of your presence
>You grin and bring the Phantom to hover over the center of the colony
>The aliens below gasp and stare in awe at this new arrival flying over the town square
>You leave the controls and grab The Fist of Rukt and two plasma rifles
>You stand next to the grav-lift, your hammer strapped across your back, and the guns clipped to your belt
>You watch as a crowd of the "zebras" has gathered below your ship, waiting for something to happen
>You jump from the Phantom and land with a *thud* in the middle of the crowd
>Your golden armor, the mark of a Chieftain, shines in the light of the sun
>You unstrap the mighty hammer and a malicious smile creeps onto your face
>The smell of the zebra's blood still fresh in your mind, you begin your mission
 
>4 hours later
>You sit at the controls of the Phantom as you fly toward the city on the mountain
>Your hammer and armor are stained by the blood of the weak
>You don't look back as the town of Ponyville burns, corpses scattered across the ground
>You made short work of the town, despite the opposition
>Magic isn't so powerful when plasma comes into the equation
>The Prophets will learn of your conquest and surely they will smile upon you
>Nothing can stand in the way of the Covenant.
 
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