MasterMustang

[colour=#FF8C00]"So. I see you have gotten 'taller'. Care to explain the little hiatus colonel?" [/colour]The General's words immidiately gain Star's attention. He slowly turns his head towards AJ's direction followed by the rest of his new massive form. His face is as blank and expressionless as that of stone. His tan coat appears darker than normal as well as his short mane, blending in with his armor. As he faces her, Striker salutes her sharply. [colour=#006400]"Mam..." [/colour]he says with a deep cold tone. [colour=#006400]"Reporting for active duty." [/colour]His deep green eyes lock on to her. [colour=#006400]"As for my absence..." [/colour]He cracks his neck silghtly. [colour=#006400]"I was on a personal assignment..." [/colour] Striker looks down to his body and back to AJ with a subtle smirk. [colour=#006400]"...to assist the war effort..."[/colour]

A lone Black Hawk stealth helecopter approaches the base slowly as light snow storm begins to set in. The wastes begin to grow dark with the increasing cloud cover and snowfall. The aircraft encircle the base a couple times like a bird of prey hunting its evening meal but, then casually decends to the landing pad. A few guards and soldier on snow shoveling duty approach the landing with confusion, not expecting an arrival anytime soon. The blades of the aircraft slowly glide to a halt and the cabin door slides open...

Out steps a massive bipedal stallion, dressed in a tanish hue black, grey, and white digital fatigues. He is clad in a strange kind of what looks to be heavy assauly armor, his face obscured by a strange cloth bandana and a helmet consisting of a pair of combat glasses; one lens glows and erie blue. This stallion of a tank hops effortlessly off the deck of the helecopter, uninhibitted at all by the weight of his armour, landing with a big thump. The left shoulder of his fatigues bears the REA Ranger insignia. His right bears the RLF banner but it is accompanied by another strange emblem consisting of what looks to be a ghostly blue image of a pony's skull encircled by the words "Ghost Recon." As he nears the first group of guards they stop dead cold and salute nervously when they see the eagle crests on his collar and the name on the front of his body armor... "Striker." His name preceeded by the words "Spartan-001..."

Soldiers clear out of his path as he casually makes his way to the command facility, daring not to follow but hesitantly returning to there duties. As he enters, all the personel turn his direction and gaze in awe. Without acknowledging those around him, he Colonel walks to central table containing maps of the area and other relevant data. Striker removes his helmet to reveal the face of stone beneath and places it on the table.

[colour=#008000]"Where is Gen. Applejack?"[/colour] he asks the general populous of the room expecting an immediate answer.

Ponies hesitate. Striker's intimidating figure doesn't make it easy but one soldier unwillingly steps up.

[colour=#A52A2A]"Lt. Major Casings, 1st RLF Infantry Division, sir. Um... Colonel, sir... Last we know, the General was with 2nd Lt. Lavander Bloom in the infirmary. The Lt. was injured on assignment and-"[/colour]

[colour=#008000]"That's enough, Lt. Major. Radio the General of my arrival. I will need a debriefing ASAP..."[/colour]

[colour=#A52A2A]"Y-y-yes, sir."[/colour]

Star stands motionless waiting for his CO...

Another arduous day of PT... long hours of pushing his limits beyond that your average earth pony... or any pony for that matter... but the nightmares still linger... like an erie fog on a cool autumn night... as if they are no longer their to torture him but crush him. He now dreams of Chrysalis' and her inevitable betrayal, casting him aside as she unleashes her changling army once again... Twilight berating him, claiming he is not even half the stallion Lunar Cross is... both mock him and his stallionhood... these dreams are toleratable but... last night... the worst of his nightmares came to manifest... and his broke him... transformed him...

He dreamt of his lost love... the Staff Sgt... Tender Care... those painful last moments with her replayed in his mind but they became twisted and... dark...

It replayed the exact way it did with the same gruesome details until Star holds the dying mare in his arms... [colour=#FF8C00]"You should have been better than this! This was your fault... my blood is on your hands... are you just let me die like this? I HATE YOU!!!" [/colour]she cries with her last breath.

Horrified... broken... weak... the stallion falls into the darkness of his own mind... until... he hits the bottom. Suddenly he doesn't care anymore. His heart becomes locked away. Hidden within the dark, twisted mists of his core. A strong urge for battle pulses through him, wanting to put his new body to the ultimate test... to do what he was born to do...

*******

The Colonel is awakened from his final night of medical stasis sleep inside that blue ooze filled prison. As he steps out he stands upright... motionless... cold... numb... Dr. Xyiance observes him nervously, trembling slightly.

"[colour=#0000CD]I've got great news, sir... um... all the data has been compiled and your lastest test results are far above our previous expectations. I-I think it's safe to say that you are finally ready for the battlefield." *Something is different about him. It's like he is more machine than pony... I'm getting chills...*[/colour]

Striker quickly dresses into his formal fatigues. Dr. Xyiance approaches him on more time as the Colonel adjusts his collar.

[colour=#0000CD]"So... tell me, Star. How do you feel right now?"[/colour]

Star pauses for a second and then coldly respondes without looking at the doctor.

[colour=#008000]"Combat Ready..."[/colour]

I may need to create a side character to pass the time until Striker is finished with his transformation. If that is ok. Just a minor soldier to accompany and socialize until a certain amount of time has passed. May need two in-story months. Is this ok?

Name: Colonel Star Striker

Age: Middle Aged Stallion

Gender: Stallion

Race: Earth Pony

Faction: Royal Liberation Front (RLF)

Sub-Faction(s): RLF (former REA) 75th Ranger Regiment, "SPARTAN Iniative" Control Group (only member to date), RLF 2nd Special Forces Operational Detatchment - Ghost Recon

Occupation: Former REA Ranger Captain. Current Colonel and 2nd in command of the RLF military.

Place of Birth: Canterlot

Physical Appearance: Massive muscular structure to his body and very toned. He has a tan coat with a browish mane styled in a standard short military fashion. His eyes are a deep dark emerald green.

Cutie Mark (If available): REA Ranger Emblem. A gold-outlined silver star infront of two crossed M4 rifles. Appeared once he offically graduated from basic training.

***(Updated) Goal/Motivation: To uphold the oath he took when he enlisted a long time ago... to protect Equestria from all threats, both foreign and domestic. This new threat of Alicorns are no exception. He also want's to come to terms with his past failings and his current romantic issues.

Background Story:

Sensitive Intel: Authorized Eyes Only

Level 3 Clearance Required*

*Colonel Star Striker

*Former Royal Equestrian Army, 75th Ranger Regiment, 2nd Ranger Battalion, Echo Company.

*Service Number: 36-512-748

Call Sign(s): Hunter 2-1, Reaper 3-2

*Tours:

- Second Nighmare Moon War --- Operation "Forward Unto Dawn"

- NEO Conflict --- Operation "Iron Pony", Operation "Snatch n' Grab", and Operation "Ursa Major"

*Known Accolades/Awards in no particular order:

- REA Service Ribbon

- Nightmare Moon Campaign Ribbon/Medal

- Distinguished Service Cross

- Legion of Merit

- Bronze Star

- Purple Heart (3)

- Army Commedation Medal

- Army Good Conduct Medal

- Distinguished Rifeman Award

- Distinguised Pistol Shot Award

*Current Status: Active

*Known Intel:

Colonel Star Striker was soldier of the Royal Equestrian Army. Star was born into a proud military family of Earth ponies. He enlisted just before and quickly rose through the ranks in the Second Nightmare Moon War. During the conflict Striker was awarded many ribbons and medals for valor and distinguished service in loyalty to her majesties. Princess Luna personally awarded him the Distinguished Service Cross for his honorable service, the second highest award given to Army personel. This was because of his valiant effort in Operation "Forward Unto Dawn." The operation was an all out assault on Nightmare's heavily fortified captured city of Baltimare. Striker's platoon was the spearhead of the attack. His fireteam broke into Nightmare Moon's position but she was waiting. She used her magic to incapacitate his comrades. Striker fired a round that pierced her left shoulder. This is when he ran up and secured her until evac. Striker was promoted from 1st Seargent to Captain for his service.

When the NEO Conflict began Striker and his platoon of Rangers quickly began counter operations against the new threat. However their efforts were in vain when they had to retreat to defend Canterlot which was under seige. When Capt. Striker was defending a choke point he was wounded by grenade shrapnel, his wounds were moderate. This is where Striker had a mental breakdown when his platoon medic and special somepony, Corporal Tender Care, was killed while she was treating Striker for his injuries. Seeing her killed in action sent Striker over the edge as he got up and proceeded to kill every NEO contact he could sight on. However, he and what remained of his platoon had to escape Canterlot, leaving the corporal's body behind. What happened to the Captain after this is unconfirmed except his final and offical active military action which was the field promotion of his love Tender Care to Staff Seargent.

***Dossier Update***

Now in league with the Federation and Freelancers. Star puts all his efforts into finding a way to stop and eliminate the new strange threat to Equestria. Also, with the passing of Gen. Free, the Captian was promoted to the rank of Colonel and is 2nd in command of the RLF next Maj. Gen. Applejack. Even with the promotion and the current "Spartan" augmentations being performed on him, Star is having some serious issues. His already weakened mental state seems to be deteriorating steadily after a chain of events involving Twilight and Queen Chrysalis. The soldier has a romantic interest in Twilight but is also haunted by his failure to protect Staff Sgt. Tender Care as well as the love he still has for her. The fact that Chrysalis was interested in him did not help the situation either, especially after presuming her to be KIA after the massacre at the Changling Hive. His inner wounds are becoming more apparent everyday. Regardless, the Colonel is still a great leader and a strong soldier with a powerful force of will and lots of heart. The question is not whether this new enemy will defeat him; its if his will is strong enough to prevent him from defeating himself. Only time will tell.

*** Dossier Update ***

The latest events of the war with Pierrot as well as some other personal issues that I cannot identify made the Colonel take an incredable risk. Col. Striker willing admitted himself to what I recently learned as the "Spartan Iniative." As top secret pre-war super soldier project headed by the late Gen. Free and other former top REA personel. Striker went down to the Delta labs for a span of several months but didn't return as the same pony. His body structure was significantly larger and produced a very intimidating sight however, it was his new demeanor that was the most frightening. The pony who I knew for a long time as a passionate and driven stallion, one who is always with his men keeping up morale, a beacon of the former glory of the REA, is now what I can only describe as a cold, calculated, and powerful military force. It is almost as if he is more machine that pony. He follows order to the key, always speaks professionally, but he now lacks empathy and the passion that I knew so long ago. I saw his test and training results, it will be no doubt that he will be one of our best military assets, but it concerns me what he gave up to become "better," and if he is still willing to continue to that. I hope Maj. Gen. Applejack keeps an eye on him, for his sake more than the war effort's.

*** Written and compiled by Major Briggs ***

In the sterile glossy white complex of the research bay, Dr. Maximus Xyiance stands before the single greatest experiment of his life. The Doctor calmly adjusts his glasses as he observes a rapidly recouperating Ranger. The augmented and imposing figure of Star Striker floats inside a blue liquid filled chamber, in a medically induced statis. Even in the bright whiteness of the room, the blue liquid emits and erie florecent glow...

[colour=#0000CD]"Entry 19... The Colonel is a far more remarkable pony than I could have ever anticipated... at the beginning with the little tangable data that I collected over my time with this project, I wasn't sure what to expect... so many variables... but as time progressed with this project things began to... I'm not sure. It is as if this proceedure was designed for Colonel Striker... like as if this was one great test to everything he is. I read much on the Colonel before and during this operation. The stallion pushes through every trial he has ever endured. The more difficult or... dangerous, the task, the harder he pushes himself to get results. The will of this soldier... I think it goes beyond the science genetics or enviormental variables. I think this stallion is one of a kind... if not beyond our kind."[/colour]

Dr. Maximus goes silent for a second. He shakes his head, adjust his glasses, and gets back to the formalites of his entry log.

[colour=#0000CD]"Well back to business, the Carbide Ossification was a sucess as were the pelvic adjustments and implants admistered to the subject. He can now stand bipedally and operate as such as well as being able to switch back to quadrapedal movement at will without any issues, granting him great adaptability of movement for rapidly changing combat scenarios. The Colonel's bones are now reinforced with an ultra-grade tungsten-carbide alloy coating that covers 92% of his skeletal surface area. My estimates project that his bones are now virtually indestructable to blunt force trauma. This proceedure added a significant 78kg onto his current weight of 100kg. This change in weight will be effectively neutralized with the next proceedure which involves chemical and mechanical enhancement of the subject's muscular system. This includes mulitple stages of intra-muscular injections of varius enhancement serums and intense physical training. This will also be really painful for the subject as the muscle growth will be extremely rapid and the paitent will experience a sensation of his muscles being ripped apart. However, we will allow Striker another week to fully recover within medical statis before we atempt the proceedure. Projected results of this expriement predict that the subject will be able to handle stresses of at least three times his current body weight, including the cardbide enhancements, which will allow him to generate massive amounts of force. I am looking forward to the data that will be collected. End of log..."[/colour]

********

Meanwhile... inside Striker's mind...

The lone battered soldier lumbers along the old stone path of the Neighlington National Cemetary of what remains of Canterlot. The sky is dark and rain falls like millions of tears. As his eyes stray from the path before him he looks upon the tombstones to his left and his right. All of them... names of his fallen brothers-in-arms...

Whispers are heard... "Why did I have to die?"... "It... it hurts..." "Was I not strong enough?"... "What about my family?"... "Please... not yet..." All the thoughts of men who died under his command...

Eventually he enters a clearing and 3 mares stand before him... Chrysalis... Twilight... and Tender Care...

First Tender Care collaspes as a bullet is seen ripping though her chest... the Colonel's heart flinches and several tears run down his face...

Then Chrysalis is hit by a magical bolt of energy, it burns her back severely... she wobbles away from striker until she falls upon a blank tombstone... Striker's heart begins to beat faster as a great pain burns inside his chest but still he stands motionless... paralyzed... unable to do anything...

Then Twilight approachs him and strokes his cheek with her hoof... she nuzzles his shoulder until she begins to back away... everything begins to go dark... he drops to his haunches in tears, whimpering... everything around him reminding him of his failures... and perhaps a future one...

[colour=#008000]"no... no... no,no,no... NO,NO,NO,NOOOOOOO!!!"[/colour]

*BANG!!!*

********

In the real world, Doc Xyiance watches the one of many of the soldier's nightmares but... he is unable to help. he shakes his head... [colour=#0000CD]"I'm sorry my friend but... if you want something bad enough... you need to endure the pain... and uncertainty."[/colour]

The mare's kiss nearly paralyzed the young master. His whole body felt tinglily and light. After a few dazed seconds, he shakes his head of the static. Red, extremely shy, but highly joyful, the stallion bows deeply to the orange mare before him. [colour=#FF8C00]"T-thank you kindly, Ms. Applejack."[/colour]

With a labored grunt, Master Mustang slings the 4 bushels over his back. The stress and weight of the apples are apparent as Brew's strong, tone muscles begin to tense along his neck and legs. Master Mustang begins to take off but suddenly he stops and turns back to Applejack, her last generous words demands his attention. [colour=#FF8C00]"I sure will, mam. You can count on it. I shall never forget this kindness."[/colour] He bows a final time with a wink. [colour=#FF8C00]"You got yourself a repeat customer now."[/colour] He shoots her a cute smile as he turns away.

Brew trots happily off into the distance toward the center of Ponyville. The wonderful kiss still lingers in his mind but the young master's mind begins to wander with anticipation... a proud and enthusiasic grin crosses his face. [colour=#FF8C00]"I wonder what else this delieghtful town has to offer..."[/colour]

[colour=#FF8C00]"Ofcourse, mam." [/colour] Young Brew says as he reaches into his Gi for the 20 bits and places them on the table. Things were going swell until Applejack leaned forward with a sly and provocative look about her. A nervous smile crosses Master Mustang's face. With AJ's final words, the young martial stallion begins to turn as red as the barn in the distance. He looses eye contact with her as his shyness for such situations kick in. [colour=#FF8C00]"Ah... y-yes... well..." [/colour]He stutters, struggling for words. [colour=#FF8C00] *Oh, no... I hope I don't mess this up! Don't mess up!* [/colour]He gulps nervously. [colour=#FF8C00]"W-well... shall we, Ms. Applejack?"[/colour] he asks with tense anticipation.

Master Mustang chuckles light-heartedly at Applejack's asumption. Unknown to her, he is the teacher. Now looking at it it does seem rather ironic: A teacher buying apples for his students? Hehe, ammusing. His eyes move to meet Applejack's once more. With a tilt of his head and a closed eye smile, the martial stallion enlightens the mare on the situation. [colour=#FF8C00]"Oh, no, miss. These fine apples are not for me." [/colour]He stops and chuckles again. [colour=#FF8C00]"They are for my students. I'm the teacher, mam. You see... they are the reason I am here. They kind of... well... all pooled together to buy me a little vacation since I never really leave the dojo. They all suggested I need a break and that I should visit Ponyville for some R&R. I have heard a lot of good things about this place and so far... I haven't been disappointed in the least."[/colour] Brew elaborates with a smile and a confident tone. Talking about his students always makes him feel a great sense of pride. He looks down to the apples and then back to her. [colour=#FF8C00] "With that said... I'll need much more, if you wouldn't mind." [/colour]the young stallion explains. Brew rubs his mane slightly, red in the cheeks, embarressed by the inconvenience. [colour=#FF8C00]"So... can we do four bushels? Don't worry. I can carry them myself. Need to stay fit and strong!"[/colour] he says with a slight nervous laugh. His tone of voice becomes a little shy.

Young Brew looks at Applejack with an expression of slight confusion. Perhaps he mispoke... perhaps later he can clearify his atempt to complement the mare. Who knows, maybe she can show him something he can share with his students. Down to business. With a light sigh, a soft smile returns to his face. [colour=#FF8C00]"How many bushels? Well..." [/colour]Brew runs his foreleg along his thin chinstrap beard in thought.[colour=#FF8C00] [/colour]How many bushels would he need? These apples are more for his students than himself, after all they sent him here to begin with. They all like different things too. So many individual ponies, each with his or her own unique tastes. [colour=#FF8C00]"Do you happen to sell variety bushels by chance?"[/colour] he asks in a very friendly tone of voice.

The young master smiled at the mare's display of her skill. Impressive but lacks a little technique and precision, however Brew has been doing this for years. It wouldn't be right for him to compare her to himself. He approaches casually and bows to Applejack. [colour=#FF8C00]"Why hello, Miss Applejack. My name is Brew Highkick, but most know me as 'Master Mustang.' I must say, it is an honor to meet you."[/colour] He looks over to the tree she struck forcefully and then back to her. [colour=#FF8C00]"That was a rather impressive display. Do you happen to have any training, by chance?"[/colour] Master Mustang comments with a soft smile.

Things seem to be going so slow... zzzzzzzzzzzzz

This situation involving this "Anemoi" is weighting heavily upon his mind. Apparently the outside already don't care much for his people and now there is a rouge Ice Mage claiming to be "The Demon of the Frozen Mists." Half distracted but still catching all of Silvertounge's words, Sub-Zero responds. [colour=#0000CD]"I plan to pledge my servitude in exchange for the aid. I am willing to suffer great humilities to help the Kori no Yurei."[/colour]

Sub-Zero doesn't blink at the mention of the name. He almost literally froze in place. [colour=#0000CD]"Anemoi..." [/colour]He looks to the Mun-Okami then back to Silvertounge. That name brings back nightmares when he was young. [colour=#0000CD] "That name has a lot of history with my clan..."[/colour] He takes a deep breath. [colour=#0000CD]"Anemoi... 'The Demon of the Frozen Mists'... About two hundred years ago, there was a shinobi named Anemoi. He was a brutal and heartless soul, if he had one at all. His birth alone caused his mother's death. He received the same training as our colts do today but this... monster... grew too fond of the deathly arts. He killed many of his peers to prove his might... as his strength grew so did his bloodlust for stronger prey. One night in a village not to far from our capital, innocents paid the price for his lust for death. My great, great, great grandfather, Kori ni Michitari, took a party to investigate why the village has not come to the festival of the Winter Solcitice. What he saw still scares my people to this day... each stallion, mare, and foal were impailed on spikes of ice... the ground was stained with frozen crimson... on the wall of the village hall... written in blood... read... 'Anemoi is gone... a demon awaits you in the mists.' Kori ni Mitchitari search all of our land for the renegade until he personally found him alone on a frozen plain farther north than even my village. 'The Demon' was strong but my grandfather was still his superior... he slew the demon and took his bloodied amulet as proof of the deed." [/colour] His eyes rest upon Silvertounge. [colour=#0000CD]"Aparently the stallion who attacked you must have been a rouge Ice Sage with an affintity for ghost stories."[/colour]

It has been an hour since the moncyte breeder was installed. The nanobots are now fully spread about his system repairing his body in every way possible. Even the scars from his old war wounds are starting to fade. This piece of experimental equipment is very expensive to construct and so far is the only one of its kind. It is a result of 10 years of research. Doctor Maximus was still hesitant to a field test but that changed obviously because of circumstances. The Colonel is laying unconcious upon an operating table. [colour=#0000CD]"The monocyte breeded is operating far better that our intial estimates. He may yet survive this..."[/colour] The doctor readies his scapel as he voices his progress to the computer, recording it as he speaks. [colour=#0000CD]"Dr. Maximus Xyance. Entry 2. Day 1 of Spartan Augmentation. The patient, Colonel Striker's, body responded to the PHONIEX device far better and quicker than inital estimates projected. It has been aproximately 1 hour and 10 minutes since implantation and we are now ready to begin the offical first phase of the augmentation, the Carbide Ceramic Ossification. This involves grafting high-grade ceramic materials to a maximum of 97% of the paitents endoskeleton, granting extreme durability of the soldier's bone structure. In Colonel Striker's case we will be grafting, approximately, 92% of his skeleton so that he still can keep a suffiecent bloodcell reproduction rate that is only 20% less than a normal stallion's of his age. However, the monocyte breeder is estimated to counteract this change. As a last note, even though the paient is unconcious during the operation, the proceedure will still cause him a great amount of pain. This trial is the first of a great painful few that will make or break him. Beginning proceedure. End log..."[/colour]

Mid way through the proceedure, even though Striker is unconcious, he can still feel enormous amounts of pain from the grafting. His bones feel like they are literally breaking. Inside his mind, he is screaming in agony. The doctor is currently operating on his legs while at the same time adjusting the Colonel's spine and waist so that he may walk bipedally. Bipedal movement was concluded to be the most effiecent in combat. Even with this side proceedure he will be able to switch between bipedal and traditional movement at will. Within the Colonel's mind he has a dream. He is on the battlefield after his covoy got attacked by this strange new force. Some sort of energy blast flipped the humvee he was taking cover behind. The soldier couldn't escape in time and his lower body is cought under the truck slowly crushing him. He cries for a medic but no one can hear him... he pulls out his sidearm and begins firing upon his enemy. In his other hoof is a grenade... they won't take him alive nor without a helluva fight...

The incompetence and flat-out disrespect of this aging stallion is rapidly draining Sub-Zero patience. However, the mentioning of the shinobi's ice abilities is troubling. Only a very few, if any, outside his bloodline were this strong... but that is not his main concern right now. There are other matters that take priority. [colour=#0000CD]"I had enough of this. If this story is false, then you are an old fool who's mind is withering away faster than how the ice melts in your land. If it is true, then..." [/colour] His eye's flash. The room immediately reaches freezing temperatures. His brilliant blue eyes glare into Silvertounge. [colour=#0000CD]"If you knew my reputation as a shinobi then you would know a name is all I need."[/colour] He backs away a little and the room begins to warm again slightly. His cold eyes are still stern. [colour=#0000CD]"Perhaps your Prince mad a mistake on sending me here. Unless he has a purpose of me speaking to you, then we are done here. His council, or the Empress' is what I seek."[/colour]

I just read through this OOC.....

I don't want to go to this school anymore

*silence*

What? Is my bad joke that bad?

You can drop out and let me join. ^^ lolz

[colour=#0000CD]"B-b-but Colonel! The process is still very costly and dangerous! With current technology, we are still looking at a minute success rate 7.51%. At your age, sir, that is reduced to less than 1.0%!!!" [/colour] Dr. Xyance pleads with Striker. Fiddling with his glasses as he stutters.

[colour=#006400]"Then be careful."[/colour] Striker comments coldly.

[colour=#0000CD]"Its not that easy Colonel! You could die- no, you probably will die if you force me to do this! You are too important to the cause! Please for Celestia's sake, don't make me and my staff do this! We are not ready!"[/colour]

[colour=#006400]"Doctor... let me inform you that the situation is dire... we are not fighting a normal enemy but something far more dark and powerful. For Luna's grace, Max, they are lead by Alicorns! How am I supposed to stand up to that? Just send battalions of my men to get slaughtered?!?!"[/colour] he roars with anger.

Maximus stands stunned by his commander's speach. Not from Striker's voice but his words... if Alicorns are not on your side then you are in for a really bad day... He gulps and pleads one last time. [colour=#0000CD]"Striker, sir, there must be another way... do we not have powerful allies such as Queen Chrysalis of the Changelings? Perhaps we can work something out with Ms. Twilight Sparkle? Maybe the Freelancer Organization?"[/colour]

Striker shakes his head. [colour=#006400]"Chrysalis' stronghold was attacked and she is MIA, most likely KIA and to my knowledge the Freelancers have dropped off the radar. No contact has been made with them for some time. As for Ms. Twilight..." [/colour] A rush of various emotions flood his concious from saying her name...He looks down remembering his failure to protect her in his own base. [colour=#006400]"She is probably not in any condition to fight..."[/colour] The Colonel raises his head with a stern but proud look. [colour=#006400]"... but I am. You know my record, Maximus. I will have far more likely of a chance of surviving than any other of our personel. You and I both know this."[/colour]

Dr. Xyance adjusts his glasses with a lack of emotion. He is clearly unhappy with the choice before him. [colour=#0000CD]"As a scientist, I must trust my reason over my emotions. I conclude you are correct in your hypothosis. I just pray you will live through this."[/colour]

[colour=#006400]"I have endured worse..."[/colour]

[colour=#0000CD]"No... you haven't...." [/colour] He turns to his colleagues. [colour=#0000CD]"Run a diagnostic of augmentation proceedure equipment and systems." [/colour]He then looks back at Striker. [colour=#0000CD]"Because of your age, sir. You will need an extra step inorder to increase your chances of surviving the augmentation as well as being battle ready in time. This will be the worst month of your life... but it may just be worth it." [/colour]His eyes shift to his left upon a fellow doctor with a stern look of his own. [colour=#0000CD]"Prep the operating room, then the paitent for the PHONIEX Monocyte Breeder implantation process..."[/colour]

[colour=#0000CD]"What?..."[/colour] Sub-Zero is shocked by the story that Silvertounge just conveyed. [colour=#0000CD]"H-how can this be? This was not recorded in our Codex! We had no true conflict with your Empire! We only stuck to the shadows. Imposters, it must have been!" [/colour]The cold assassin's thick skin was breached by the old stallions words releasing Sub-Zero's anger. In the Kori no Yurei, the deads of one or all are recorded so that their honor and wisdom may live on to teach those succeed them. Never once in his life has Sub-Zero ever come across this story and as Grandmaster he must be familiar with all if not most of his clan's history. Something was terribly wrong here. His eyes flash a brilliant cyan. The room begins to quickly cool because of his naturally powerful and passive Ice Sage abilities. He approaches the elder stallion in an intimidating manner. [colour=#0000CD]"Name... what... is... his... name?"[/colour] Sub-Zero demands angrily but with a hint of his usual bluntly cold demenor. Whoever conducted such deeds wanted to bring dishonor to his clan. Such a shameful and heinous crime against his clan's honor has only on punishment... death.

Only to current participants right? No new students?

You're a scamp! C:

And you are awesome! ^^

Hehe...leave it to Mustang to turn an American school system into Japanese

Thank you Val for recognizing my awesomeness. ^^

exactly why i mentioned it ^^

id be a PE teacher and in charge of the karate and/or kendo club ^^

Oh, well, had to try. lol