Commander

The moment Shining Armor would yell, the soldier's balled, armored fist would connect with the equine's jaw, sending him tumbling to his side... a one hit KO punch it would seem. That was one down. Then a bullet came out of nowhere, hitting one of the guards on its plate armor, denting it badly but barely managing to stop the bullet. That thing hit him in the ribs... he was now rolling around in agony. That was two. Three others remained. About to deal with them, that's when that huge fire beast was summouned out of nowhere... probably by one of the two others. It was made out of fire. And was standing on his garden. Or rather, what was left of it. He didn't know that beast was in control of its heat and didn't take any chances. Taking out his railgun, he'd take aim and deliver a full charge at it. Blasting it away as well as the three remaining guards, all of them unconscious. As for the fire beast, since it was magic, it simply vanished. Its user would probably be able to respawn it anytime anyway. Everything now in order, he'd take a look at that newcomer, looking at him through his visor. 121: Why... do you ponies insist on disturbing me? He'd finish with a sigh. 121: Well... while you're here, how about we get rid of those and drag them... as far away as possible from here. He'd say, gesturing at the unconscious guards and their captain.

(( I could've sworn this was the crossover RP. Guess I'm at the wrong place, then. Sorry.))

Aaaand off they were. Did he really cared? Honestly, no, he didn't. That book had nothing to do with him, and if Celestia was currently after them, he'd rather not stick around. He'd just watch as the two other would start running away... not really inclined on stopping them. At least they were getting off his territory, that's what mattered. Though, it would seem their visit here had also brought company. It didn't take long for Celestia to pinpoint where they had teleported... and send forces there... and it seemed like they had took the opportunity while they talked to surround them. Four guards, horns flaring with magic ready to blast would storm out of bushes and stop the two thieves dead in their tracks. Other would come out, surrounding the three individuals. And finally , an other, wearing a purple and golden armor would magically appear in front of them... casting a thick bubble shield all around them, trapping them in. Shining Armor: Well! Seems like we finally got you two criminals, didn't we? He'd then turn around and look at the... armor-wearing... bipedal beast standing not too far from him. Honestly he had no idea what it was but he had a few things to declare to him as well. Shining Armor: As for you, beast, I suppose we should be thankful for keeping them occupied. Though, the only thing 121 wanted right now was for everyone to get OFF his place. They were currently stepping on HIS garden right now. Like, literally. Took him forever to plant these carrots. 121: I will be very clear... and ask one last time. Off. My. Property. At this Shining Armor would lose his cocky smile and raise an eyebrow. Shining Armor: Excuse me? All lands in Equestria belongs to the princess! We work for the princess... we have the right to be here as we see fit. Now keep quiet while you still can, monster, or I'll arrest you as well for complicity! Now... where were we... oh yes, that's right. The guard chieftain would turn around and throw another spell... this time magical shackles to restrain the two others. Shining Armor: You're coming with m-URK! Though, before he could do anything, Shining was literally pulled off the ground by the neck. 121 grabbing him with his right hand as the golden armor would simply scrunch like tinfoil around his grip. Because of this, both the shield as well as shackles would drop. The soldier would bring the white pony close to his visor, repeating each words carefully. 121: Off. My. Property. At this the unicorn would nod nervously, starting to miss oxygen. He'd then be let go off... but the moment he did... Shining Armor: *cough* *cough* TAKE HIM DOWN! Bolts of magic would come in flying from all directions, aimed at him. All of them either absorbed or deflected by his armor, however. He'd take the opportunity to look at the two other trouble makers. 121: Get out of here, now! This was about to get ugly.

((... Any chances I can join? This seems like an aweful lot of fun. I got my app here already: http://www.canterlot.com/topic/16579-hsau-121-ready/ Not sure he'd be part of any "profecy" or wielder of any element... but he could easily be there for some strong support.))

(( ... Erm... well I'll give it another day and if Brony55 didn't reply I guess I'll take control of Celestia? o.o))

Well this was... unforeseen. If anything he was just beginning to enjoy that little, quiet and tranquil life of his by the river. Why on earth would he even bother mingling in affairs that didn't concerned him? Moreover, the two princesses were a the head of this whole operation, apparently. He did not see the purpose of getting himself caught into all this. They were still the rulers of this kingdom, after all. Or so said his giant purple snake friend. And also very, very powerful. He'd shake his head, pointing his rifle at both of them still. -Why would I even bother helping you two. The human in armor would say. -If anything, I should help them stopping you. He'd then take a pause, looking at both of them through his visor. -How about you explain to me why you two are being ran after... I might reconsider.

((Not the friend Booksalot wanted to see, but still. XD )) In the forest still. 121 hadn't moved from there. In fact, he had even built himself what seems to be a small outpost; not too far from a river, near a waterfall. A giant river snake with a mustache actually landed him a hand. Yes, a giant snake with a mustache. No matter how silent the soldier would remain, cold, distant... that strange individual never was short of conversation, as well as information on this strange world. Yeah, he somehow... "befriended" a giant, talking, purple, mustache-wearing snake. Whatever. And there he sat silently on his porch, fishing when some rustles were heard coming from deep within the woods. His motion sensor would come active as well. Two of them were coming in his way. Medium sized... heat signature. Not timber wolves. Ponies perhaps? He'd put away of his fishing rod and stand up from his chair. Having already donned his armor, he'd go fetch his rifle inside and come back out... the two of them were coming in this way. Ponies indeed. But ponies that were also trespassing on his property, having leaped over the fence he had done with a neat little sign written "Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again." Obviously he wouldn't go this far. Yet. Instead he'd give a warning shot. Aiming his rifle somewhere in front of the two, the railgun creating a blast, sending dirt everywhere as it cratered the ground. No harm would be done... simply something to stop them and get their attention. He'd then step down from his porch and get closer from the two, still pointing his rifle at them but also keeping a certain distance. -Why are you two running like that... you just trespassed private property.

Well if the soldier wasn't the talking type... that thing in front of him sure was; pretty much assaulting him with questions after that little fit of his. Almost all of his queries, however, were pretty much likewise. He was just as confused as him on the how's and the where's of this whole situation that pretty much shoved itself in his face right now. Nothing made sense to him. Absolutely nothing. His brain was winding and desperately trying to make connections with these weird events to any logical links... but so far the mathematical and calculating part of his head had called it quit, curled up in a ball and started crying. He'd narrow his eyes and frown, focusing. Better start with what he knew. Firstly, they weren't the enemy... that was pretty obvious, so there was no need for any radical measures. Secondly... quite the harsh realization, but... he had obviously been sent at the wrong place. How badly, however, he did not know. On a neighboring planet, perhaps? Hopefully. Thirdly, that blue fuzzball was talking English. How could it be. Had his own specie set foot here once? Did they learned that language from them... or the other way around? Either way, that creature had just asked him a few things just now. He could easily answer most of them. Nothing top secret about the name of his planet, as long as he did not told him anything about its coordinates. Also... that's when something had struck him. Pony? As in the miniature horses? His training never really covered anything on those... barely mentioned what they were, some pictures... and now that he looked at it... there were a few similarities. The shapes were different, however, like the legs and body, but what stood out the most was the head... and obviously the colors. Oh, and the wings, let's not forget about that... and the fact it could actually talk. He'd pause as he's simply cross his arms, leaning a bit more on his right leg, his sight would fall on the crater still not too far from them with the metal door stuck in it, still steaming and smoking. -If I fell? I don't know, did I? He'd say, thick on sarcasm. His voice was low and deep, almost cold and mechanical due to the speaker integrated into his helmet. -And obviously not from around these parts. He'd answer the pony about his origin. Now it was his turn... he just proved he did indeed fell, that he could talk, that was wasn't from here... and obviously, without saying a word, that he wasn't human. Seriously, just a single look would be enough to satisfy his curiosity on that aspect. It was his turn now to be asking questions. And he'd start with what mattered the most to him right now. The rest could wait. -Where am I? He'd ask, looking back at him. -As in... on which planet did I just landed? ((OOC: I think the canon name of MLP's planet is Equis? Not sure lol.))

(( Ooc: It's more than enough, don't worry! I usually don't type anymore than this, heck, sometimes even a bit less. XD )) The super soldier would keep on going through the forest, rifle in hands, keeping a sharp eye on his surroundings. His night vision was currently turned on to give him a better view of what could possibly hide through all this darkness, leaves and branches. So far, nothing really caught his attention... although, the wildlife here, like the few birds, insects and reptiles he was given to to see didn't match any of the fauna he was informed about. His H.U.D visor would scan most of them and give virtually no information about it... aside very basic and obvious stuff. He'd stop for a moment and look up at the sky. He could see stars... so many of them. And the moon. This... was all wrong. This planet was supposed to have a thick, red-ish cloud layer of gas and iron particles floating about, but here the air was pure and clean. Not to mention that there was also supposed to be two moons, not only one. Was the information he was given that flawed? It seemed hardly possible. Knowing their enemies was what they did best... they wouldn't make such a monumental mistake. Ideas would start to flow in his head, explanations to this odd happening. One of them he'd rather not think about. Lost in his thought, he never realized his motion sensor had been momentarily turned off by the harsh landing, same for his rear-view camera incorporated in his helmet. Having stopped there, brainstorming with his own self, the pegasus that now flew right behind him, over his shoulder, had gone completely unnoticed. Until it decided to speak. "Neutralize" Was the first thing that went through 121's head. And from that distance, no matter how fast the colt would be, he'd get caught for certain. The only thing that prevented his brain to take any grim actions was the fact that those words that got to resonate through his eardrums were spoken in fluid English; his homeworld natal language. Having enhanced reflexes and strength, the soldier would spin nearly instantaneously as his left hand would grab hold of the blue creature's neck and literally slam him down on the grassy surface with a loud "thud". His right hand already having produced a large battleknife, he'd keep the weapon in a "ready to stab" position. Nearly choking him as well, he'd get the time to take a better look at... whatever this thing was, his visor glowing an ominous red color. The first thing that struck him was how... defenseless this thing seemed to be. At least, for his standards. No claws... no teeth. No venomous glands or acidic ones either. It's size... the large eyes and very... human expressions... His grip would loosen. He was trained to get rid of the enemy, yes, but this thing obviously wasn't of any threat to him. Pointless extermination wasn't part of his conditioning. He'd eventually retract his knife and slowly put it back in place. He'd let go of the blue winged creature completely as well as removing his right armored knee from its belly that pinned him down as he'd stand up. From there he'd just... look at it. Unsure of what to do or even say to it. He didn't had to apologize... Or, at least, that's what he thought. He got what he deserved for sneaking on him like that, after all. Plus, he obviously wasn't the type to start any discussions. Let alone any interesting ones... ((Sorry for taking action like that... I kinda had to given how close he was from him XD Plus, it's really because there's no harm done that I took the initiative to do so. Hope you're not mad at me! o.o ))

Well that was one of them gone, at least. Taking care of some injured individual... being alone that he would've done something... he wasn't the type to let people to die, after all. But if he felt like taking care of it, so much for the better, he supposed. A torn in his feet less. Now all he had to do was to find that pod of his... and... well... realize just how stuck he was anyway. That thing didn't held any answer to his problem, he was certain of it... now he basically just wanted to make sure one hundred percent. He'd recognize some of the boulders that surrounded the area and eventually stumble on his pod, which had appeared to be crashed and stuck in front of someone's house and door. Huh. He didn't remember crashing so close to anyone's house... perhaps he forgot to look behind him? Oh well. Didn't mattered. What annoyed him, however, was that other pony now in his way... the same one as earlier. He'd sigh heavily at this. Seems like he couldn't be left alone. His hand would grab the pod as he'd literally flip it over with little effort as it rolled away some. Not too long after he'd begin his search... to see if anything in this thing could actually help him back home... or let them know he had been thrown at the wrong place. He'd open the door once more... it would break and fall down. Whatever. Then he'd take a look inside... just like he expected... nothing that could fix the problem. There wasn't even a distress beacon. Only a box filled with some M.R.E's and a large first aid kit. He'd take both anyway and put all of this in his bag. He'd then look back at the hose... which had its from porch pretty much crushed. -Sorry, I wasn't in control of this thing. He'd say flatly.

((OOC: I am making this thread canon... as in: This will be my main character's real story line. This thread as well as the many mores which I will surely wrote will be considered as "semi-private". I need to know that you are reliable... and that you can, at least, be able to type two well-garnished paragraphs. Secondly, you'll have to tell me via PM which character you'll be using. Once that done, you'll have the green light for this as well as many other chapters which will most-likely be written in a near future! Thank you!)) The pod he had been crammed in had been launched. Launched toward the beating heart of their sworn enemies; their home planet. He couldn't see anything; those pods didn't had any windows whatsoever on them. They served no purpose aside being structural weaknesses, after all. Those things were designed to be hurled through a wormhole... and then through a planet's atmosphere before landing on hard surface with the help of propellers to soften the landing. Nothing fancy here. Soon after the launch he'd feel the wormhole coming in closer... the surge of energy being a hard thing to describe... an electric current that flowed though your body but didn't seem to be causing any pain... and soon after, there was this typical muffled "FWOOP" that indicated that he had just been transported literally to the other side of the galaxy. From there he knew already what to expect... lots of shaking, some heating up as he'd go through the atmosphere. He'd land... and then... all hell would break loose. He would fill his purpose. He would do what he was thought to do since he could remember anything. Eliminate the threat that endangered his specie. Though... only after a few more seconds of being pulled by the planet's gravitational field... something went wrong... horribly wrong. Hit by something. A rock... debris. Whatever it was, his pod had been ripped open like paper, leaving the upper half completely exposed. Good thing his suit was completely hermetic and vacuum proof... otherwise he would've choked on the spot. That's when he'd be allowed to take a look where he'd be landing... the planet would reflect on his visor... a lot more... blue and green than what he had been described. But honestly, that was the least of his concern right now. Yes, because as of now he was literally becoming a fireball as he went through the atmosphere, believe it or not. He'd have to shield himself from the heat... somehow. His hands would reach for his buckle and undo it. He'd then grab hold of the hermetic door, which was still in one piece... and literally rip it off its sockets. The thing was large... he'd use it as landing gear. Not very fancy, but it would make sure he wouldn't cook up before he'd land down on the planet. As for the impact... he'd lock up his armor. Theoretically, it would work. --- Meanwhile, down on Equestria, a shooting star would come down, slowly... a big one at that too through the starry night sky. At some point, the largest part of it would be blown to pieces, burning up in a shower of sparkles. Only a small part of it would remain intact... and not stopping... coming down and down until it would eventually meet with the ground right in the middle of the Everfree forest. Birds flying away and wild creatures screaming in terror as the trees shook. The super soldier, locked up in his armor would eventually manage to undo the command... the suit loosening itself until it became completely fluid once again. He'd stand up immediately and stand off the scorched door, his railgun already in hands. Where was the enemy? Perhaps he drew a bit off course in his crash landing... He'd activate his night vision, taking a look around... then with his heat vision... nothing. He'd lower his guard and reach for his positioning system to get a better idea of where he was currently standing as well as where he should be heading at... but the device didn't seem able to pick up any connection whatsoever... as if all the spy satellites that supposedly orbited this planet had simply vanished. He'd frown and put away of the device... he'd look forth and start walking. Perhaps he'd find something that way.

((ooc: I'll snatch the remaining OC spot... if you don't mind, of course. I'll find a way to put my character in this.)) Actually scratch that out. Things are a bit too far ahead for me to hop in. Carry on! XD

About to take care of those two timberwolfs that were literally running toward him, that's when the pony who's been following him for nearly a full hour decided to lash out at them. Using his blades with impressive efficiency and making quick work of them. He'd lower his railgun. Seemed like he wouldn't have to deal with those after all. Honestly, it's not like these were any problem to him. Those were made our of wood. His armor? Advanced titanium alloy no way in hell those teeth and claws would ever penetrate his suit and cause the slightest of scratches. Five of them remained. He'd watch as the pony would surge toward them... if anything, 121 thought he was getting cocky here. Two was one thing, but five against one was getting pretty ambitious. Considering he didn't wore any protection... one bite or slash of claw at the wrong place and he could be done for. Using his rail gun, he'd take aim at one of them... the sonic blast demolishing one into a mess of sap and wooden toothpick. Two others would see that and run toward the super soldier. Deploying his riot shield, he'd slam one dead on the spot, mid air... wooden neck snapping, head bending back and face pretty much crashed beyond any recognition. The other one would bit on his right forearm... pretty much snapping his wooden tooth trying to deal any damage. 121 would grip it by the neck and lift it from the ground using only one arm. His shield would retract as his left hand would clench into a fist, ramming it into it's belly... resulting in a big gaping hole. He'd then throw the wooden carcass somewhere in a bush... wiping off the sap off his armor. Once the pony would be done dealing with the remaining two, he'd simply carry on with his walking as a silence took place. -Why do you even bother following me... Go back where you come from before you get hurt. He'd say, his heavy steps crunching branches and leaves as he kept walking.

***some time later*** (( Also, I'm leaving for a while, I'll be back later tonight!)) The soldier knew he had been followed. His motion sensor being effective, he could detect anything moving in a fifty meter radius. He was doing a good job at being silent, he'll give him that, however. But honestly, he didn't cared. If he felt like following him... whatever, really. It,s not like they'd be causing him any problems. He had already hit the very bottom of the barrel, things couldn't get possibly any worst. Well... at least, that's what he thought. Too bad he was unaware the place he was currently standing in right now was just as dangerous as the planet he was supposed to land on a day ago. He'd keep going for a while... getting closer to his pod. That's when his sensor picked up something else... something big. A lot larger than that pony following him. He'd stop in his tracks... his heat vision wasn't receiving anything... but his motion sensor sure was. He'd turn on his nigh vision... trying to get a better look. He could hear growling... lots of them. From all around. Howling at some point. Wolves? Then why no heat signatures were given off? Four of them... six now... twelve. He was surrounded by those things, rustling through the bushes... creatures seemingly made out of wood. Canine-like in appearance. How... could a creature be made out of wood? It didn't make sense. It wasn't possible. One of them would surge out of it hiding spot. Leaping right at him. The super soldier would clench his right fist and punch him right on the muzzle, mid-air... pretty much exploding its face to shrapnel as he'd then ram it down under his knuckle down on the ground, burring what was left of its face in the dirt. The other timber wolfs seeing this would back up a single step... a bit taken aback by the display of strength. But four more would come out... now running straight at him from all direction. 121 would pull out his rifle as he'd smirk under his helmet... at least he'd get some action. -Get some!

The super soldier would simply look up at the pony creature pacing around... apparently distressed by this whole situation. Yeah... honestly what he was experiencing right now was no match for what HE was feeling now. It's like his whole world had been turned upside-down, literally. They were trained not to feel sadness, happiness... or any other emotions, He did not know any of those, as well as fear... but confusion? That... that they were allowed. And right now he was chuck full of it. He'd shake his head as he'd start walking into one direction. He'd be heading back where he came from. The Everfree forest. A dangerous place... not that he was aware of it. He'd find that pod of his once more... perhaps there was something to it. But he knew deep down, somewhere under all this... that this was nothing but wishful thinking. He'd remain silent. Nothing else was to be added. He'd begin his lone walk... down the dark forest. Monsters lurked there at this time of the night. He'd be in for a surprise this time around for certain.

(( Well his dimension is too far away then. All I want is for him NOT being able to return home, period. So please don't mention any of that. XD ))

(( Right, well mine isn't from an other planet... he's from an other universe altogether. So that's a bit different.)) Yeah. Obviously nothing they've said would be of any help. For some odd reasons, he expected as much. No, seriously, what could talking horses possibly bring of help. He'd look around him... this place seemed pulled straight out of the medieval era... or perhaps renaissance. Their technology seemed limited... did they even invented electricity yet? Wherever he looked he'd see torches... oil lamps... and no electrical wires. He'd barely look at the other one sitting next to him, too far gone in his own thoughts. He did manage to get a grip when she criticized his rail gun, however. Odds were these creatures were still relying on gunpowder for ammunition. She probably didn't really know anything about his own rifle, given the fact this thing was very technologically advanced. Far more than a bow, crossbow or any typical guns they'd pull out. -Sure... whatever. He'd say, standing up once more. He needed to be alone... to think about all this. Twenty two years of his life prepared him for the exact opposite of what he'd be most-likely stuck with here for the rest of his life. That's when his motion sensor would spot something... moving in the dark. He'd turn around immediately... the shadow would slip away... the red dot moving out of range in his HUD display. Probably some curious? They probably weren't used to his kind, after all...

done!

(( Ooc: I'd still rather not. Also... Brony55, what does your character looks like? You're barely giving me any information here... o.o and how does he/she even know what a railgun is? XD))

(( ooc: I'd rather prefer keeping him stranded there on equestria, if you don't mind. Otherwise it pretty much spoils the whole point of him adapting to this world. ))

121 Would let go of the blade, having made his point clear on the situation that he was obviously not in the mood to mess around. He'd let him sheath his sword where it belonged; away from him. He'd listen as he spoke... but listen as he might... whatever that thing was saying didn't made any sense to him. Either he was blatantly lying... or... or... well. In the opposite scenario, this would be quite the game changer. He'd straighten himself, taking a step back as he'd now take a look around him. Realization was beginning to strike him... hard at that too. They DID sent him at the wrong place, haven't they? The battle... he was supposed to fought... was currently going on... without him. His brother in arms were out there, defending the earth... and he was here, stranded on this planet... having conversation with a talking horse! -D*mn it! He'd mutter under his helmet. What was he supposed to do now? Optimistic as he might be... his pod had no distress beacon whatsoever... basically just an empty metal pod. His radio wouldn't even reach outer space... he'd be qualified as "Missing in action" and that'd be the end of it. Reality had it that he'd be stuck here. Most-likely for the rest of his living days. Confused. Lost. Did he served any purpose at all then? He'd take a few more steps back... and sit down on some wooden bench, sturdy enough to support his immense weight. He'd put his rifle on his back, his two elbows resting on his armored thighs. Looking at the ground he'd only let out one long, weary sigh. -So... it's gona be like that... He'd mutter under his helmet.

Only found the word killing once, however. Not sure if there's any other... I changed it anyway! Also, seems like I'll have to find alternative for the word "kill". https://www.youtube....ZVpVZgUgY#t=637 (It's supposed to bring you at the 10:40 mark)

(( Yes, in a nutshell, he's a supersoldier with some mean strength, reflexes, big armor and some serious weapons. From an other dimension sent here by mistake.)) What surprised him the most right now was to see this thing actually capable of flight. Which, under normal circumstances, would've been completely impossible. The wings were way too stubby, didn't flap fast enough... and he didn't had any tail governor! But more importantly, whatever this thing was was now pulling out a sword on him. Yes, that's right. A sword. Made out of steel and all that. It was his first time seeing a real one... but he also knew this archaic weapon had no chance of dealing any damage to him. On a side note... how was he even holding that thing without any opposing thumbs? Glaring at it only a second, his left hand would surge forth and grab hold of the blade itself, armored fist clenching on it with a grip strong enough to snap bones. That thing, whatever it was... was pushing his luck. He had some serious balls, he'll give him that. But he was in no mood to be playing around, sadly. Pushing the sword away, his helmet would get closer to the alien's face as he'd repeat himself more clearly. -Where am I, what are you, why have I been sent here... and where is the enemy?! Yes, the enemy. For what he had been created. For why he had been sent for in the first place. For now, it's the only thing that made sense to him right now.

(( Guess I'll give it a shot! Here's my character app: http://www.canterlot.com/topic/16579-hsau-121-ready/#entry392771 )) ((Don't worry, I won't bite. Also, I type a lot. But don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do as much. Just do what you can!)) It has been a whole day now since his landing here... his sleeping schedule still messed up, the Juggernaut would found himself sleeping during day time... and walking during night. Which suited him perfectly; during night, the odds were that whatever creature inhabited this planet would most-likely have a harder time detecting him. Or so he thought anyway. If he would've landed on the planet he was supposed to, it would've been the case... the creatures he was suppose to eliminate there lived during day... and had over-all poor eyesight. Here? It was all vague guesses and hypothesis. Heck, he didn't even know if there was any intelligent life form at all! His large and bulky silhouette would move swiftly though the woods in the search of... anything, honestly. Anything that would indicate a source of civilization. Or anything that could be similar to that. Soon enough, his eyes would fall on some small path way... a small road made out of dirt. He'd kneel and take a better look at it... his fingers tracing alongside one of the prints... which was like nothing he ever seen. Round... shaped like a "U"... walked on four legs. It didn't add up... a sentient, quadrupedal intelligent life form? Yet an other alien specie? Where did they sent them? Was he to serve a purpose here? As a recon, maybe? Or... perhaps... No. They wouldn't. They couldn't! They couldn't make such a mistake of sending him in the wrong place! He had to keep his mind straight... to keep his focus. Soon they'll contact him. He was sure of it. Sighing, he'd get back up and continue jogging down the path. ---- Lights. Fire... torches... and eventually houses. Small... colorful houses made out of... wood? No metal, no concrete... very simple materials such as hay, even. Pink, so much of it. Pastel colors. This whole scene confused him beyond imagining. However... since it was night time... no one seemed to be there... a few lit up windows and shadows moving inside the houses at most... from here he didn't had a good view. He'd have to get closer, and most importantly, remain careful. He'd pull out his railgun... and start making his way into town, going from bushes to bushes, from fence to wall, from wall to tree. He was just about to make his way into town... when someone else had beat him at the hide and seek game. He'd immediately make a 180 degree turn and aim his weapon straight at the... the... what was it? What was he even staring at right now? No matter. It spoke fluid English... apparently... something he'll have to understand and sort out later on as well. -I should be the one asking you that. He'd say, his electronic voice modulator in his helmet making voice low, deep... and menacing despite himself. His visor would glow a solid red in the dark... as he'd point his sinister and mysterious weapon at him... getting closer, heavy metalic stomps at each steps. -Get talking. The 7' foot tall metal giant would demand.

Roleplay Type: Crossover only. Name: H.S.A.U 121, Which stands for Heavy Shock Assault Unit number 121. His military grade, by default, is one of a commander. "Commander" is usually what he goes by and literally uses it as a full name. Either that or One-Two-One, which would work as well. Sex: Male Age: 25 Species: Bio-engineered cyborg. Human. Eye color: Brown Coat: N/A, human skin. Mane/Tail: Short-buzzed brown hair. No beard. Physique: The one of a true Juggernaut. Measuring 6'5'' without armor and almost 7' tall in armor, weighs about 600 pounds with armor and armaments. Not a single trace of fat; a lean, mean and heavy-framed owning machine on two legs. Residence: None as of now. Relies on survival skills until he can find himself a tranquil place to call his own. Otherwise known as a H.Q. Occupation: Training, surviving, fighting, taking care of his weapons as well as armor. Exploration, hunting... perhaps even fishing from time to times. Cutie Mark: N/A History: In an other dimension... "Earth" as we know it all wasn't anywhere near as peaceful as our own world... or a certain Equestria we also grew fond of. In his own world, being born with a loving mother and father was a luxury... being born in a womb as well for some... and living normal, peaceful lives, only for a handful of extremely fortunate people. 121 was created in a glass tube, an in-vitro embryo with anonymous givers and then bio-engineered to become a future super soldier. Trained as a child, he knew nothing else aside the cold and relentless training he was given as well as the internal cyborg implants that further increased his abilities as a soldier. The United Earth Federation, struggling in its fight against the alien invaders decided to create those... a whole two thousand of them. All of them perfect, nearly emotionless machines with deadly efficiency and state-of-the-art weaponry and protection. Nothing pretty, nothing laborious either. The soldier was then sent to the fight alongside his brother in arms. His first fight... and probably his last as well against the aliens. Sent directly on their home planet in order to create as much ruckus and damage as possible. Deadly creatures. Insect-like in nature. Huge, had claws, enormous teeth... could spit acid and had dangerous weapons of their own. His pod was launched through the slipspace... however, his capsule, little did anyone know, was faulty... ending up transported in an other dimension entirely. He'd land in the middle of a dark forest... otherwise known as the Everfree forest for some of the locals. Hopefully he'll realize what happened to him before thing get out of hands in a rather gruesome manner. Those colorful things on four legs couldn't possibly be the invaders he was informed about and trained to despite with all his mind and soul... were they? Character Summary: Right now 121 is beyond lost. Confused and obviously doesn't know where to start aside assuring his own survival, making sure he doesn't run out of food and water until he can find a solution to this whole bizarre situation which, obviously, his training never covered in any given way. He literally doesn't know anything aside what he was trained for... making him extremely anti-social. A tough nut to crack, so to speak. But it's to be expect, obviously. The world he was transported into was perhaps the perfect opposite from what he was literally created for... at the very core. Will he adapt and learn to enjoy what this world has to offer, will he make friends? Or will he remain into his own little black world? Is he a lost cause? Only time will tell. Speak to him, go find him... if you dare. Abilities and Equipment: 121 is equipped with a bomb/bullet/plasma proof suit named the Juggernaut MK5. http://images3.wikia...USP_.45_MW3.png Extremely heavily armor made with advanced titanium-based alloys kevlar and shock-absorbing padding. It can only be worn effectively by H.S.A.U units. It is equipped with conditioning as well as heating and is fully hermetic. The H.U.D visor offers night as well as heat vision, rear-view camera and motion sensor up to an effective range of 50 meters. The armored gloves can also be charged up to voltages similar to one of a cattle prod, delivering devastating charges enough to stun even the healthiest of stallions and medium-sized creatures. The left arm is also equipped with a retractable "riot" shield, made out of extremely resilient plastics easily capable of stopping large caliber bullets and intense heat. His weapon of choice include his trusty railgun rifle, capable of delivering blasts, if put to the maximum, capable of blowing a person to bits. Otherwise, it may be used as a high-output sub machine gun, delivering energy blasts just as efficient as regular armor-piercing steel-core rounds on the penetration aspect. Once fully discharged, the rifle must recharge itself. It does so on its own. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgAij2DePFw As far as abilities goes, given his bio-engineering and cyborg implants, he was given enhanced strength, capable of easily flipping over a full-size pickup truck. As well as reflexes enabling him to see things in his own, slowed perception of time which allows him to easily counter his enemy's attacks. Theme Song: In short: The contrast between such a character which is some sort of mix up of... Halo, Call of Duty, Battlefield... or what have you... and the MLP universe should be downright hilarious. As side note, depending if people here are fight/action oriented or not... I'm well aware than more than half of his abilities and equipment will most-likely never be of any use to him.