This little guy appears in Equestria. How fucked is everyone?

Not at al.

>>26798344
Dubs confirm the flood doesnt mind the ponies

>>26798312
Fluttershy would befriend it and make scrap books and quilts with it on rainy days.

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The parasite is not to be trifled with.

I hope you know what you are doing...

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UNSC ponies will safe equestria

Reminder that nothing after Halo: Reach is canon

>>26798312

>Be Equestria, a planet on the most outer fringes of the most obscure forerunner map.
>Your womb was once barren and burning, but then they gave you another chance.
>The forerunners left behind the formulas for several creatures of peace, and a handful of more mischevious ones too.
>In four millennium, you'd transformed from a molten ball of metals into a flourishing, life sustaining world.
>To ensure your longevity, the forerunners gutted your core, replacing it with an interior.
>Within this interior lies the source of your immortality as a planet; a gravemind.
>Late in the forerunners history, they experimented with the seeming timelessness of the evil hives, and even infused a select few of the indigenous beings with the immortal gene.
>At one time, long ago, the gravemind broke free of its restraints, and the forerunners were forced to seal off the interior world.
>Deep beneath the earth, a massive light bridge console shorts, and for just an hour, one of the barriers preventing the flood from overrunning the over world was bridged.
>In that hour, the mostly dormant hive lie still, save for one little infection mind.
>The light bridge flickers out, but the damage is done.
>Somewhere, relatively close by, the breach is recorded.
>An ancient taskmaster and librarian awakens from its digital sleep, monitoring the situation.
>Nothing works properly any more, all the defenses are down.
>Each and every last contingent is destroyed by time or otherwise.
>All except for one...
>The computer loses track of the spore, warning signs flashing all over, alerting it to the breach to the surface.
>Within the deepest ark hall, the computer unseals a life pod, and the only hope this world has anymore.
>All it can do now is attempt to activate surface monitors and hope for the best...

>>26799866
>nothing after Halo: Reach is canon
>Halo: Reach happened before Halo 1

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>>26799866
>nothing after Halo: Reach is canon
I think you mean nothing after Halo 3 is canon, kiddo

>>26799872

>You are in pain.
>Every inch of your being burns.
>Breathing is a struggle, and you are shivering violently.
>Helium mist billows about you, wafting from the pod you just fell from.
>Before you can pick yourself up, a tiny little monitor bot does it for you.
>"We must hurry! There is no time to waste, the flood have breached the surface!! Come Depuratore, you must be refitted and suited for combat."
>In a grip of hardlight, it carries you into another room, placing you upon a table.
>The table locks you in place, and you can feel armor being engaged, installed upon your body, interconnecting with your bio-computers.
>With a massive spike of pain, a metal spear pierces your spine, intertwining with each nerve.
>Another in the back of your head, into your brain, and one for each limb.
>Its excruciating.
>After an eternity, you are allowed reprieve, and the Neural Update Display boots up, giving you representations of your armor and body's statuses.
>Suddenly, the table unshackled you, and the monitor drags you off to another room.
>In here are multitudes of weapons, and the monitor assigns four to you.
>A hard light pistol, a scatter gun, and an energy blade.
>Finally, you are given your old, kinetic rifle.
>Fires crude projectiles, and you remember your peers thinking you old fashioned, but nothing could beat the semi auto marksman rifle in power or reliability.
>Even if it wants for accuracy.
>"Depuratore, you are ready to surface. Your first objective is to locate the AI Ira. Activate it and it will guide you to the flood. Good luck."
>In a flash of light, you are thrown into the aether, falling down onto a patch of exposed rock.
>The armors weight caused a tremor in the ground, and you can hear something coming.
>Its all a little overwhelming, but you find that you need to get ready for guests.
"Time to buck up."

Eating, brb

>>26800128

>There's no cover here, just tock.
>Are you in a quarry of some sort?
>Shit...
>You ready the rifle, leveling where your suit is telling you the steps are coming from.
>Overtop a ridge, three little gray, four legged animals crest, and you drop the rifle.
"Damn, little guys almost got blasted away."
>To your surprise, the three stare at you, and begin talking to each other.
>Their language is foreign, but the suit works to decode it.
>It makes a rough translation for you.
>"Two leg metal golem, gosh, such size."
>"Remember reading something this, important."
>"No want, scary. Metal tube, look dangerous."
>You try your luck at speaking to them.
"Uhh, hi. Can you lead me to Ira?"
>The light gray one hides behind the little creature with a shirt on.
>Darkest of the group trots up to you and lays a hoof on your leg.
>"Hooman... Take see Celestia. Come."

Give me a little while to come back, critique wanted.

>>26800368

>The little equines take you to a train station, and you board the comically undersized locomotive.
>With a squealing of metal, the engine finally pulls off, bound for a large mountain topped with a castle.
>When the train stops, you are led through the streets of a well to do city, everything sized down for the equines/
>Which is something else, as they all gawk and stare, and soon a group follows your posse.
>When you reach the gates of the castle proper, a swarm of armored ponies bearing polearms halt your progress.
>You can make out a conversation between a captain of sorts and the clothed pony.
>"What tartarus is thing?"
>"Need see Celestia. Let through."
>You are escorted to a large hall, and two massive doors decorated in solar symbols open, revealing a throne room.
>Atop the golden chair rests a larger creature, a hybrid of the variants you've noticed.
>It has wings and a horn, and the creature steps down to meet you.

>>26799872
Was always a fan of the Halo Novels, this looks promising.

>>26800589

>Its a pretty horse, with a multicolored mane and tail, and she speaks to your friends.
>"Why hooman come surface? Should sleep below."
>"No know, appear on farm, ask Ira."
>The royal pony's eyes widen.
>"Ira.... come hooman. Thank Maud, Limestone, Marble, friend hooman safe, will see later. Follow with Shining, where Cadance?"
>The royal, Celestia maybe, and the Captain who you'd guess is Shining, lead you through the halls, chatting between each other.
>The captain splits away, and returns with two other hybrids, a pink one and a blue one.
>The blue pony is in your grill, trying to talk to you, though your suit has a hard time keeping up.
>"Such strange, should sleep, why come? What's name? Speak equestrian?"
>You reply with the only thing these ponies seem to understand.
"I must find Ira."
>She simply stares as you all pass through a library, into a dungeoun of sorts.

>>26800825

I know its a little rushed but I'm strapped for time ATM. I have plans for this though so stand by for some good shit, just keep the thread bumped please.

Anon will deliver.

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>>26800825

>You are led to a large circular chamber, a stone dais at the center glowing blue.
>The suit recognizes Ira's signature, and she projects her avatar upon the dais.
>"Depuratore, I've waited for you."
>You extend your hand to her, and she melts into your palm, a slick, cold sensation spreading through your skull.
>A fountain of information pours into you, and you are fluent in the local language.
>On top of that, your knowledge of local history expands.
>Ira explains her observations.
>"Celestia has the information you seek, most likely. She is very knowledgeable in this world."
>You turn to face Celestia.
"I'm sorry to cut formalities short, but I need to know of any strange occurrences."
>The group take pondourous faces.
>Shining speaks out.
>"Dodge city hasn't sent a caravan to canterlot in a few days, and before that strange rumors were springing up about the badlands. I think if something is happening, it'd be prudent to check there first."
"Thank you, its absolutely urgent. The fate of your world rests on borrowed time."
>Celestia is already on the move.
>"Then there's no time to waste, I'll have transport arranged immediately."
>You follow once again through the halls of the ornate castle, out to an awaiting chariot, loaded with pegasi.
>You and Celestia board, and it takes off immediately.
>The chariot carries you up, and soon you can see the land.
>Celestia points to a spot southward, according to Iras compass.
>"There, that's dodge city. Beyond that is the badlands."
>You can already spot the telltale green cloud, and you worry if its too late for one unit to stop...
"Celestia, I know you're princess, but I'm taking command of the situation from now on. The parasite has spread alarmingly fast."

>>26801327
Your green is bad and you should feel bad.

>>26801327

>Celestia glances at you.
>"Warrior human, I will defer to your command, but please, what kind of evil awaits us? Can it be destroyed?"
"Contained. You can't... The flood mind is immortal, you can never truly destroy it, just trap it. And to do that... Well, that's where I come in I suppose."
>She nods.
"Land the chariot here, we'll walk. You and me, the guards go back."
>"Human..."
"Call me Dep."
>"Dep, I don't want to be stranded here, especially if what you say is true."
"Fine, but if they see anything that is not us take off without hesitation and do not come back."
>She looks calm, but her heart rate is high.
>With the composure of the taskmaster, she speaks again, to the ones pulling the chariot.
>"You heard him my loyal ponies, please, do not come back if you have to take off."
>The landing is tense, dropping in several hundred meters from the edge of the fog.
>For a second, all is still, and you stare at the fog.
"By my clan, I'd hoped to never hear that again..."
>Celestia and her guards are stricken, some trembling, some stock still.
>She herself looks on slack jawed.
>"The screams... Are worse than those of Tartarus."
"Well..."
>You take a deep breath.
"Time to buck up."
>She shoots you an awkward glance.

>>26800838
I certainly am excited to see this story

>>26801547

>The pistol in hand, you lead Celestia into the screaming fog.
>Slowly, so slowly, it is spreading out, but remains in a ridgid wall.
>Sight drops to shit, and the helmet engages the enhanced vision.
>Celestia does some 'magic' with her horn, and her eyes glow softly.
>Interestingly, her wings are extended somewhat, but she makes no move to fold them in.
>In the creepy atmosphere, you try to break the ice.
"Okay, well, there's no real need to be quiet now. The, uh, gravemind is almost omniscient within this cloud. So, tell me about yourself?"
>There is a few seconds, only spent on moving with a warm pistol.
>"About what you said earlier, 'buck up' it was..."
>You stop for a second.
"Oh, uh, that's an old saying in my clan."
>"What was your clans name?"
>...
>That's a little sore...
>But...if any were left alive, they'd be here.
"Clan Mustang. We'd punch each other all really hard, sometimes kick, before a mission, and someone'd have to be told to buck up. Tradition, y'know?"
>She looses a nervous laugh.
>"Oh, yeah."
>She goes back to being silent.
>Ira talks out loud through the speakers in your helmet.
>"We're entering the silent circle. This particular evolution of flood is extremely savage, even by the other graveminds' opinions. I really hope you don't get killed."
>Retrieving the KRifle, you set a mid/long scope to the top.
>Again with old equipment, but the clarity is perfect, compared to the digital displays of your equipment.
>There's a commotion a ways off, by one of the nearest buildings in sight.
>You scope in, and and sweat forms on your brow.
"Shiiiiiiiit"

>>26801915
Please, continue

>>26801915

>Pony corpses waddle about, but in your direction.
>You have to aim carefully, slinging selective, calculated shots down range.
>The collection of infected begin to close distance fast, and Celestia hurls bolts of light at the monsters.
>You're noticing a pattern, as she can only keep them down for a moment before they reinfect.
"You need to destroy their bodies or they'll get back up every time!"
>A few heavy-caliber hollow points blow each into smithereens.
>Ira makes a comment.
>"So, you can make fire with you magic right?"
>"Yes."
>"Well use that, its great of clearing out the flood."
>Celestia summons a firebolt, launching it at a goon.
>It burst into flames and shrivels up.
>Even the spore fog around the fire is either burned or whisked up by the draft.
"Hell, we might just have a shot..."

I'm not able to do more tonight. I'll write some on my time but I won't have internet where I'm going. If the thread dies I'll post a new one.

>>26798312
Zap. Dead. Ponies live on

>>26800082
>>26800110
Order of release, not chronologically, obviously

>>26800082
>>26800110

Nothing after Halo Wars is cannon.

>>26802766
Hell this is interesting, awaiting your return.

>>26803799
Halo isn't canon

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>>26798312
Purge everything

>>26798312
Kill it

>>26798312
Get the fuck outta dodge.

>>26799872
aww shit
this is looking good

>>26802766

Oh hey, look at that, I found some time before bed for my homies. Give suggestion what you might like to see, I will toy with a few maybe.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gYxEYxW3tVg
>okay, shits getting thick.
"Charge straight in, run, keep our sides clear and stay behind me!"
>"Right!"
>You dash forward, rifle in your left, scattergun in your right.
>The massive recoil rechaimers its own round, which is great for the heavy duty models.
>One blast clears enough space to move comfortably, and its the driving force of your forward momentum.
>The rifle has too much kick to fire one handed, even more than the scattergun, so you trade off with the pistol.
>Celestia is on your heels.
>"Depuratore, we need to find the breakpoint in the surface. I can reactivate one of the taskmasters low orbit ion canons. You'll have three blasts."
"Thank you, let me know when it comes online."
>You and Celestia have pushed into the city interior, and its a total mess.
>Literally nothing seems to have escaped the hives warpath.
>Shit, you didn't want to glass the surface but you might have to simply to get through downtown.
>Eventually, the streets become so crowded with flood you and Celestia are forced into a building.
>Using the environment to your advantage, you Huck a hard light fusion grenade at the stone ceiling above the door.
>The hard marble collapses, blocking the entrance.
>Finally, a breather.
>"This is the old dodge casino and hotel..."

>>26805351

>You have the scattergun ready, as the tight quarters are its domain.
>You and Celestia navigate the narrow halls, avoiding entering rooms or the casino if possible.
>You haven't found any flood in here but you'd rather not if you don't have to.
>The two of you make it to the roof, and you survey the area.
>A sea of parasites and bodies deformed by them surrounds every building for several blocks.
>The hoarde is so dense you can't see the ground.
>Across the way, you could get to the roofs of the right packed buildings and make a lot of progress, but you'd need to have a clear running path.
"Is that cannon ready?"
>"Making final alignments, ready to fire."
"Glass that entire area."
>Celestia balks as a beam of night the witdth of the road blasts into existence, vaporizing everything it touches.

More tomorrow.

>>26805476
Keeping it alive just for you writefriend.

>>26800838
>a little rushed
>a little

>>26801547
>>For a second, all is still, and you stare at the fog.
>"By my clan, I'd hoped to never hear that again..."
>>Celestia and her guards are stricken, some trembling, some stock still.
Hear what? There was no indication what so ever that a sound was made.

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This is the most autistic thread I've seen in a long time but,God do I need it. Keep going faggot.

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>>26798312
what even is it?

>>26807050

Its like a parasprite, except it burrows into your head.

>>26799866
Halo Reach itself wasn't canon, Cortana was not discovered in a forerunner ruin as that game claims.

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>tfw 174 population on lone wolves

It hurts.... ;_;

>>26807452
I stopped playing after the 3rd... but Jesus Christ, did it really try to claim Cortana was forerunner? If I recall correctly, she was made from a flash clone of Dr. Bailey or whoever was the "mother" of the Spartan project.

>>26807452
I thought that the ruin was just where Halsey was at.

>>26807487
No, they didn't. See >>26807515
The ruins is where Halsey, and by extension Cortana, were when Noble 6 found them.

>>26807542
During that mission, Halsey keeps saying she found something amazing/important. At the base she hands you Cortina container and says that's what she found.

>>26807558
What she found were the coordinates for the Halo. She just stored the data in Cortana.

>>26807578
Oh shit, that rustles considerably less jimmies than what I thought originally. Now I need to replay that shit.

>>26807594
cortana is basically a flashdrive with tits

>>26807739
why am i laughing so hard...

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>>26807739
If you had her, would that mean she was your sex drive?

>>26807739
and an amazing ass

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>>26807749
That was a good chuckle, thanks anon

>>26806223
Thank you friend. Waking up now, will write when I get out of the shower.

>>26806467
Yeah I know. Don't worry I'll slow it down a lot more today, might even rewrite the beginning.

>>26806486
Context clues are deeper in, but I guess I could've written it better.

>>26806467
>>26806486
Thank you for your input, I'll take it to heart.

>>26799872

Okay, I'm rewriting everything after this point. The whole thing was rushed save the first post. So I guess you guys get a sneak peek into some of the early plot.

"AGHHH!!"
>You fall forward, arms and legs making meaty thunks on the hard metal beneath you.
>Absolutely naked, you try to shiver warmth back into your body, made harder by the rolling mist of boiling helium floating out of your pod.
>Still enraptured by the feeling of every nerve reawakening painfully, a monitor not floats in humming a tune.
>"Depuratore! You're awake! Good, the Taskmaster has accidentally allowed the parasite to breach the surface. Come with me."
>The bot floats off into another room, returning when it realizes you haven't followed.
>"Depuratore, pull yourself together!"
>It grips you in its beam, lifting your limp, shivering body and laying it down on a table.
>The table clamps down, locking you in place.
>Your mind, still muggy with the chill, braces itself for what comes next.
>Lancing, stabbing pain so bad you forget how to scream digs into your spinal columns bio-computational matrix.
>The metal thorn tendrils out of its original form, squirming within you, interconnecting with all the nerves it can.
>The same happens to the back of your neck, and the tendrils there connect to your brain in ways that make you feel violated.
>One more for each limb.
>Finally, in one last burst of pain, your suit boots up, sending a pulse of electricity through every inch of your body.
>As soon as your little eternity of hell is over, the suit augments itself to you, and you cease to feel any of the pain anymore.
>Just like that, you are awake, alert, and running at top mental capacity.
>Your body however, is still weak from the installation.
>"Depuratore, you look absolutely stunning! Now, how's about adding a rose to your lapel?"

>>26809003

>The monitor drags you up again, and you pass through hall after hall of weapons.
>As you go by, certain items affix themselves to the maglocks on your back and legs.
>A standard hard light pistol, a heavy-duty scattergun, and an energyblade.
>The monitor sets you down a bit more gently, taking off down one of the deep halls.
>It returns with a handful of HLF grenades, and your old kinetic rifle.
>"There is no time to waste Depuratore, we must get you surface side! Its been four units since the spore escaped the quarantine, and the taskmaster fears for the safety of this planet."
>You walk somewhat wobbily behind the monitor, and he leads you to a port hub.
>As you go you take the time to admire your old rifle, scratches all over the primitive alloys paint job.
>Nothing modern could outclass it in stopping power or reliability, though it might want for accuracy at longer ranges.
>You chamber the first, massive hollow point round, taking your place upon the glowing hub.
>"Good luck Depuratore. I don't need to tell you that if you fail, I'll be forced to purge this entire galaxy with the nearby Delta Ring. This particular gravemind is older and more dangerous than almost any strain we've discovered since."
>You nod, understanding.
>"Find the AI Ira, the taskmaster has kept her awake. She'll know the indigenous natives habits and language."
>Another nod.
"Port, surface."
>...
>"Oh dear... It seems this is the only working port to the surface, but none of the surface ports are responding."
>The monitor floats away, before returning again several minutes later.
>"Great news Depuratore! You will be sent to the surface by port, though I'm not too sure where you'll wind up. I could only make rough calculations. Go ahead, it'll respond now."
"Port, surface."
>In a flash of light, you are thrown into nothing, landing with an earth shuddering slam into some exposed rock.
>You almost forgot about the armors weight...
>Little spiderwebs mark your impact point.

>>26807487
You seriously dont want to know what happens in Halo 5.

>>26809167

>Are you in some sort of quarry?
>There is nothing around you but raw rock, high carved walls, and dust.
>Your motion tracker picks up something coming, and you draw the rifle, bringing it to bear on the ridgetop above you.
>Three little equine creature crest the cliff, looking down on you.
>Your suit determines their threat level is less than half a point, and you drop the rifle.
"Almost blew you guys apart."
>Each of the gray ponies stare at you, but begin talking to each other.
>Your suit works on decoding their dialect; all you have until you find Ira.
>The one with her blue smock and purple mane is the first to speak.
>"Such size, look like golem, two leg."
>The darkest of the three, yellow eyes, returns her comment.
>"Remember book talk this. Think important, called human."
>And the shy one with long hair peeks out from between them.
>"No want, scary. Dangerous."
>You want to get a good look at them without your helmet in the way, and this atmosphere is breathable, so the suit dismantles the headpiece, storing it away.
>The first gulp of unfiltered air sends a shiver up your back, and the ponies react.
>They're a lot cuter when you can see them yourself.
>The one with yellow eyes and the one with the smock slide down the rock face as though they've done it their whole lives.
>They stop at your legs, just under waist height.
>You try to speak, your suit automatically making your mouth fit what dialect its been able to decrypt.
"I need to find Ira. Can you take me to Ira?"
>Yellow eyes puts a hoof to her chin, frowning in thought.
>An errant idea spring up.
>You could stare at that scrunched up face all day.
>Shaking your head clear, the pony responds, placing a hoof on your knee.
>"Take Celestia, know more. Help you."
>You can understand that last part.
"Thank you, lead the way please."

>>26809356
this must end in rape up the wazoo

>>26809366
Wat?

>>26809356

>Your new friends walk with you towards a primitive train station, making idle chat amongst themselves.
>Occasionally, the one with three dots on her flank glances back nervously, speeding up when she thinks your too close.
>Arrived at the station, the conductor stares at you slackjawed until yellow eyes slaps him.
>They talk, and the conductor ushers you onto the comically small and colorful locomotive.
>The two ponies comfortable being around you take up spots next to and in front of you.
>The shy one hides behind her mane and by now what you assume are her sisters.
>With a squealing of metal on metal, the train departs.
>The other passengers gawk at you like you...
>Okay, you guess you are sorta alien, but this planet was forerunner before it was equine so...
>The train stops, hissing and squealing (and you notice the wheels under your carriage spark violently), and your group departs into the streets of an obviously well-to-do city, fancily dressed ponies all about.
>Here, you notice, most of the little ones have horns, and a few have wings, whereas your group is made up of just regular ponies.
>Again, like it was on the train, the city goers stop what they're doing when they see you.
>A handful follow, and soon you are being trailed by a collection of curious ponies.
>They are all adorable, and the confusion adds to that quality.
>You are stopped in front of the gates of a castle, and out swarms many golden armored ponies, led by one with a red suit and blue mane.
>A mass of polearms are raised to you, but your suit still reads minimal threat factor.

I gotta make a store run. Brb. Leave your input.

>>26809566

>The officer steps forward, and you notice he has a horn.
>You remember now... The different species the genome eggheads were making to populate the planet.
>"Creature, business at castle?"
>The purple maned pony talks to him.
>He nods, giving an order to the guards to lower their weapons.
>Escorted by the officer and your friends, you're taken to a large throne room, and a royal looking hybrid with a pretty mane steps down off the golden chair.
>Her violet eyes meet yours and widen, and your suit goes bonkers.
>The hybrid has a threat rating of four points, enough to trigger your suits external shielding.
>The static glow lights up, and your suit reevaluates the power ratings of every pony in the room.
>Your suit doesn't even register the lesser ponies anymore, and the royal has been downed to a two point threat rate.
>"Human! Should sleep below! Why come?"
>"Found in rock farm, ask Ira, looking something."
>The royal nods, and speaks to your three friends.
>"Thank Marble, Limestone, Maud, human safe, see again. Come human."
>You follow her, Celestia you'd imagine, and the officer, who splits off.
>He returns with two other hybrids, and you have to forcibly power down your suits reactionary measures from causing a scene.
>The combined power level is enough to give you a run for your money in a fight, but so far you haven't felt personally at risk.
>They take you through a library and into a dungeon.
>In a stone chamber rests a dais, glowing faintly purple.
>Your suit recognizes Ira's signature, and Celestia calls her name.
>From the pedestal, a hologram of a humanoid emerges, and you extend your arm to her.

>>26810279
>Ira melts into your hand, and the familiar slick, cold feeling of being integrated spreads through your skull.
>Suddenly, you are aware of everything you need to be aware of, and can fluently speak equestrian.
>You turn to Celestia who eyes you curiously.
"Thank you. Time is of the essence, and I need to know of any strange occurrences in the last equestrian week."
>The captain you recognize as Shining Armor steps forward.
>"State your business first."
"Okay, you want the short version? Cause I'm in a serious hurry."
>"Sure whatever."
"Your planet has been exposed to a world destroying monster, I was awoken to stop it before the taskmaster obliterates everything in the galaxy."
>Shining takes a face, as do Luna and Cadance.
>"What? That is stupid. There's nothing the elements can't handle."
>"I have to agree, the elements of harmony can overcome anything."
>Celestia steps in, ignoring her peers' hesitence.
>"We should listen to him. He is a human after all."
>"Are you kidding? Humans have been dead for over an eon. There is no way.."
>"Sister, we doth agree, this creatures story seem deceptive, verily, so to maybe lull us into false security."
>"FOOLS! Take heed! The humans were so far advanced I wouldn't doubt him if he said he were sent via a time machine! Do you even understand? You should each pay respect to the species whom without none of us would exist! Please continue human."
"Dep is fine, and the gravemind has escaped. Your kind know him as the Perditrix. My clan was tasked with containing him should he find a way out of the interior."

>>26810540
>At the mention of the obscure, long forgotten 'god', Luna goes into a panic.
>"By the old gods... If thine story hold true, there be little time to waste! Shining, report to the human as though he were thine superior."
>Shining, starting to lose his nerve, quickly tells you what you need to know.
>"Okay okay... Damn. Uhh, there hasn't been a caravan from Dodge city in a while, and strange rumors were coming from that way a little before they stopped trading."
>Celestia nods, her horn glowing.
>"In that case, Dep and I will depart immediately. Send for the elements at once, have them wait in the castle."
>You and Celestia are enveloped in a golden glow, and when you blink you find yourself on a runway strip.
>"My loyal ponies I need a chariot readied as soon as possible!"
>The pegasi around you scramble to ready one, and the two of you board.
>Once you're in the air, you prep your suit for combat.
>Celestia points, and you follow her gaze.
>"There, Dodge city is that way. It should be... It shouldn't look like that..."
>You can already see the the telltale green fog.
"Fuck... We might be too late."
>Ira speaks aloud.
>"I have use of one of the taskmasters LOICs, its survived the test of time, though you'll only have three discharges."
"Shit, get it ready, but I really don't want to glass the planet if I can help it."
>"Glass the planet? Dep, what does that mean?"
>Celestia has an elevated heart rate, but she retains her composure.
"What that means is, last case scenario, I have a beam of energy purge part of the surface. Its one of the only things that can really slow the parasite."
>"Purge...Glass...oh my it sounds like whatever it comes into contact with will be disintegrated."
"Exactly."
>She shifts her weight nervously.
>"I hope you don't have to use it."
"I'd rather have to glass the entire planet than detonate the halo rings for this galaxy. Its the difference between the genocide of a planet and the eradication of all life ever."

>>26810663

>You can see the gravity of the situation finally cement itself in her mind, as her eyes narrow and her heart rate jumps a little.
"Put us down here. Tell your guard to fly back at once."
>"But if what you say is true I'd rather not be stranded here."
"Fine, but if they see anything not us, even other ponies, they /have/ to leave."
>She sighs. "You heard him my ponies. Do not return if you're forced to take off, take no chances."
>The chariot landing is tense, and the edge of the fog is not but a few hundred meters away.
>You can hear the flood's signature screaming, like that of the damned.
"I'd wished to die before hearing that sound again..."
>One of the guards breaks the silence of his peers.
>"I-Its what my mom told me tartarus sounds like."
>Celestia turns to him.
>"Calm down my ponies, remember your orders and you will be fine."
>You'd like to share in her wishful thinking.
>The helmet reforms around your face, and you bring your rifle to bear.
>You give yourself a solid thump in the chest.
"Time to buck up."
>Celestia shoots you an awkward look, but follows you toward the fog.
>Once inside, visibility drops to shit, and your enhanced vision kicks in.
>Pushing deeper in, you try to break the ice by starting a conversation.
"So, no point being quiet now, the parasite is omniscient within this fog. Tell me about yourself."
>Celestia doesn't respond right away.
>"What was the meaning of the statement you made earlier? 'Buck up,' it was."
>Oh...
"Its an old saying in my clan. Or it was, considering they're all dead now."
>"How do you know?"
"They'd have been dispatched with me..."
>"Oh...I'm sorry."
"Its fine. I'm glad they don't have to worry about the flood anymore."
>"What was your clans name?"
"...we were the mustangs. Before a mission we'd hit each other and say to buck up."
>Motion tracker gets several pings at once.
"Fuck, get ready, I think we got company..."

Actually, I'm not sure equestrians would provide sufficient biomass.

But damn if it wouldn't be cool to see what happens if they did have the required biomass to be infected. Because remember, In some levels of Halo Wars, you can find infected grunts and jackals.

>>26810869

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xay4SQbM1FE

>Sure enough, the infected forms of ponies litter the outskirts of the city, a few horribly malformed, bloated figures waddle behind them.
>You open fire, making sure to avoid carriers, and your rounds blast apart the flood.
>Celestia fires bolts of light at them, but she doesn't make sure they stay down.
"You have to destroy the body!"
>"Is there no way to reverse the effects? I don't take the decimation of my own lightly."
>Ira speaks to both of you, "Yes its absolutely necessary. Use fire if you can, it works beautifully."
>Celestia casts a fireball at an enemy, and you notice he doesn't get back up.
>Even better, the fog around the fire is burned or whisked away by the draft.
>Suddenly, your shield takes a major hit, and it sends you reeling for the source.
>Its not hard to find; from deeper into the fog, sick orange bolts of light like Celestia's are hurled at you.
>You zoom in, and find a unicorn, infected by several spores, hurling magic at you.
>With the speed of a Kenyan, you dispatch the fucker, slapping in a fresh magazine.
>"Dep! We're getting overrun!"
>Shit, you really are.
>You have to keep moving though, or the infection will spread.
"Get behind me and stay close, were charging through. Make sure our sides are clear, I'll worry about our twelve."
>She complies, but questions the method.
>"What of our rear?"
"Don't worry about that, if we keep up a pace they won't be able to hit us from behind."
>You sprint headlong into the hoarde, an inferno steadily building around you.
>The flood get thicker and thicker, until eventually they are ignitingbeach other.
>You're forced to draw the scattergun, flashing the pistol in your other hand.
>Each thundering shot rechambers itself, clearing out at least four meters with each blast.
>What gets left behind is swept up by the pistol, even if it doesn't put them down for good.
>You just need them out of the way.

>>26811127

>Pretty soon, you're forced into a building, and you have to blast as fast as you can to keep the wall of deformed flesh from pushing in.
"CELESTIA!! TEAR DOWN THE CEILING!!!"
>"Are you insane?! Well be crushed!"
"FUCKING DO IT!!"
>She stops her flame throwing and collapses the roof.
>You engage the jump boosters in your feet and tackle the mare into a back hall.
>For a few minutes, all is silent, except for your and Celestia's laboured breathing.
>You get up and brush off.
"You know the way to the roof?"
>"Of course, this is the old Dodge hotel."
>She leads you through the building, and on the fifth floor, the both of you stop.
>"Do you hear that?"
>Indeed you do, it sounds like laughing.
"We can investigate, but I'm not too sure the flood leaves survivors."
>You cautiously walk down the darkened hall, scattergun ready.
>The sound is coming from behind a door, and its definable as laughing for sure.
>There's also a meaty slapping noise.
>You tenderly push the door open, and it squeaks on its hinges.
>Like someone flipped a switch, you can't hear anything but silence from the suite.
>You step inside, looking around carefully.
>There is nothing in here but a horribly mutilated pony, who wasn't killed by the flood, and a large kitchen knife buried in their chest.

>>26811325

>Suddenly, a light blue streak of screaming color smacks into you, a frenzied young mare stabbing at you with a knife that melts when it his your shields.
>She gets the zap of a lifetime as they react with a surge of electricity, and you take the opportunity to pin her down.
>Her green eyes are dialated, and she is horribly thin, shouting profanity and threats.
>Celestia casts a spell, and the earth pony falls asleep.
"Holy shit... How has she gone this long without help?"
>"Tracy was always a very smart pony, even if somewhat unstable. I hope I'm not forced to punish her after this, though taking the life of another pony is abhorrent."
"I'll let you handle it, but I dontbthink we can take her with us."
>"She is safe in here, and will remain asleep until awoken by another spell."
"Okay, then we'll collect her on the return, but for now we need to get to the roof."
>"At once."
>The rest of the climb is uneventful, save for you asking if Ira had the LOIC ready.
>"Yup, its right overhead."
>You open the door to the roof, eight stories up, and it grants you a view of the entire city.
>It doesn't hurt that Celestia's massive light show has picked up a lot of the fog, though that worries you deeply.
>The infection can spread that way, and you can already see it dispersing into the atmosphere.
"Celestia, could you bear the loss of a city?"
>"It seems as though I have no other choice at this point."
>You nod.
"Then make sure to protect yourself with your magic."
>She casts a shield over herself, and frowns.

>>26811509

"Ira... Glass this entire area. Make sure the fog doesn't get any more spread than it already has. When you're done, the only biomass that should be present is me, her, and the mare from earlier."
>She doesn't respond, but your suit does.
>It alerts you to the massive spike of radiation, growing more and more.
>Celestia closes her eyes as a tiny, white beam of light casts itself down from the heavens.
>With a defining roar, the beam widens to many, many blocks wide, scorching everything it touches.
>The beam travels in a tight circle around the hotel building, even clipping one of the corners, and then subsides.
>What's left is nothing but an ocean of glowing hot glass.
"Alright, we set here and let it cool for a few hours."
>You scan the horizon, looking for more fog.
>In the distance, behind some mountains, you find more.
>A whole lot more fog, and thicker too.
"What lies beyond those mountains?"
>Celestia opens her eyes, a tear rolling from one, and follows your finger.
>She takes a deep breath and clears her throat.
>"Those are the badlands. Home of the changeling swarms."
>...
"You said swarms? How many changelings are we talking here?"
>"Only Chrysalis knows the exact number, but seemingly infinite really."
>Well shit... You're not sure if your little trick will work a second time, or a third for that matter, if that's true.
"Is it possible to seal away the badlands?"
>"If one were able to cause a cataclysmic explosion, capable of leveling mountains."
"Ira?"
>"That's not going to happen, sorry. Any orbital magnetic cannons the taskmaster sent up have long since gone offline. Unless we were somehow able to board one itd be useless."
>...
>"Wait, the taskmaster is talking to me, hold on."
>You smirk; that motherfucking supercomputer has always had an ace up its sleeve for as long as you can remember.
>Actually, upon reflection, that's kinda its job...

>>26810955
>>26810978
But isn't the flood's ultimate goal the integration of every sentient creature it encounters? Ponies are sentient, so to me it makes sense.

>>26811690

>"The task master is sending a group of sentinels to hold the pass while we collect ourselves."
"Nice, but that'll only buy us time. Celestia, we need to get back to canterlot."
>She nods, still mourning the blow to her kingdom.
>You allow her her pain, and for several hours you sit atop the roof in silence.
>After a while, the glowing ocean has cooled, and it reflects the sunlight with glittering, harsh colors.
>You head back into the hotel, gathering the psycho pony, and traverse the glass fields, each step producing a crackling and a crunch where the glass breaks underfoot.
>When you reach the chariot, you're pleasantly surprised to see the pegasi are alright, though they're gathered around something, shouting and stabbing it.
>You approach and walk into the circle, discovering an infection mind pinned into the dirt with several spears.
>You blast the thing with your scattergun, chastising the guards for not taking off.
>They ignore everything you say, instead staring at you wide eyed, as though they were witnessing a god.
>Celestia finds the occurrence strange as well, eyeing her subjects.
>Suddenly, one blurts out, "Was that you who sent the light from the sky and stopped the crazy things?"
>Oh... Well this is bad.
>If you say yes, they might vilify you for such an act of blatant destruction.
>If not, then they'd assume its Celestia, and you don't want to ruin the image of their princess.
"Yes, I Apologize, bu-"

>>26812086

>The ponies chant in unison.
>"Hail Dep! Prince of Cataclysm! Rescuer of equestria!!"
>They rush you, and you take a step back, a group of ponies all trying to get your attention.
>Celestia barks an order, and they all calm down, still staring and smiling at you.
>You disengage the helmet, deciding to handle this in person.
>"We saw everything! We watched you blasting through walls of monsters, charging into the fray! Then the great fire, and finally the pillar of light! You're a hero! A prince of nature like Celestia herself!"
>But wouldn't the fog have obscured their vision?
>The fire...
>You turn to Celestia, who is giggling a little with a hoof to her muzzle.
>You mouth the word help to her, and she speaks up, humor apparent in her voice.
>"Okay my loyal ponies, that's quite enough. I'm sure the 'Prince' wants his personal space, but for now we should be on our way back to canterlot."
>As the guards harness themselves to the chariot, one of them poses a question.
>"Princess!"
>"What is it my little pony?"
>"Can you officially make Dep a prince? That was amazing! At first I thought we were all going to die, but then he summoned the light!"
>She looks over at you, an eyebrow arched.
>"I suppose it does no harm, and as long as ponies are looking up to you it can only be good. Do you mind?"
"Frankly, all I care for is the recontainment of this gravemind. Crown me or don't, all I want is to keep the Halos form warming up."
>"See princess? He focuses on nothing but the protection of ponies! That means he'd live up to his title."
>The others cheer on, agreeing with the lone speaker.
>"In that case, I dub you, Depuratore Mustang, a royal prince of equestria. The prince of protection."
>While the ponies in front cheer, she adds as an aside to you, "Because prince of destruction seems a little morbid for my taste."
>You shrug, and the chariot descends for its landing in Canterlot.
"Right now, I need to take a nap and eat something huge. In that order."

>>26804060
well halo is a canon

>>26812249

Skyler?

>>26812302
nope, Daniel. but this is an anonymous image board, so names don't matter.

>>26812321
Sounds like some shit skyler would say. You enjoying the green friend?
I'm taking a break right now but I'm still lurking, leave tips or suggestions if you want.

>>26812376
truth be told I have yet to read it. busy playing halo 5 and down loading wars on the bone. I saw the thread and went into shitposting mode. going to go back and read it in a bit.

>>26812408

Be sure to skip down a ways after the introduction friend, I fucked it up by rushing and rewrote everything from Dep (anon) POV.

Enjoy and leave your input!

>>26807474
truly. love going back for old times sake though.

>>26812230

>The chariot touches down, and you set off for your chambers.
>Celestia told you which room was yours, and you plan to make use of it.
>A group of fanatic pegasi follow you around; they aren't a bother, but you don't have the energy to get them to go away.
>You yawn, taking your eyes off the hall for just a moment.
>When you do, you accidently walk into a pony, knocking her down.
>The white mare with the pink mane pulls herself up, spitting and berating at you in a very offensive manner.
>Well, it wouldn't have offended you, but the guards behind you take exception to her shouts of 'uneducated, overfed monkey.'
>They pick her up and slap her in shackles.
>"Fleur de Lis, you are hereby charged with profanity in the presence of royalty, you have the right to remain sile-"
"Guys, guys, its fine, just unchain her and slap her hoof or something. I'm too tired to really give a shit."
>Fleur stares at you with a flabbergasted look.
>"You? A prince?"
>You nod your head, rubbing an eye.
>One of the guards give her a hoof to the back of her head.
>"Show some respect! That's the Prince of protection! The only reason you're here to insult him is because he's working to save all pony kind."
>Fleur stands up again, bowing deeply.
>"My apologies, thank you for your pardon."
"Uhuh."
>Surprisingly, Fleur follows you along with your fanclub.
>She trots right next to you, making idle small talk.
>You honestly front pay it much mind, until you get to the room.
>"-and then he wanted me to take the saddle off for the next photo! Ah! The magazines were in uproar about such a scandalous photo."
"I'll bet. Say, I don't mean to be rude, but I think this is where we part ways. I haven't slept properly in a literal eon."
>Haven't eaten either.
>But sleep comes first.
>She bows, telling you she'd like to meet again, and the guards assume their sentry positions outside your door.
>You flop into the bed, and its lights out for you.

I'm watching the ghost broadcast

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ghost/2016/03/20/true-capitalist-radio-hosted-by-ghost--emergency-broadcast

It'll be a Lil while boys, I plan to have some fun with this.

>>26813118
Well the broadcast was a disappointment, but hey! We just have to wait till April.

>You awaken, and the clock tells you its one in the morning.
>Standing up, you walk into the hall.
>The guards from earlier are asleep, heaped up by your door.
>As you stride through the halls, you realize you've got no clue where the kitchens are.
>Off a ways down the hall, you spot a weird looking pony with batwings and blue armor.
"Hey, do you know where the kitchens are?"
>The thestral pops to attention, saluting you as you approach.
>Instead of reply, he just stands there.
"Uhh, you okay buddy?"
>"He won't answer until you salute him back."
>You look around, Luna standing in the hall.
>A quick salute to the thestral, so he doesn't have to stand there all night like that, and you're off behind the night princess.
>Your walk with her is calm and silent, but not awkward.
>More relaxing than anything really.
>When you make it to the dining hall, your suit shits countermeasures.
>A solid four hundred on the seven hundred point threat scale sends your helmet and sheilds powering up.
>In fact, even your over shields kick in, something the flood can't do unless you engage it.
>Between the door opening and your light show with the suit, all attention is directed towards you.
>You power down and look around the occupied table, at which sit the princesses and five lesser ponies.
>Their threat count doesn't even register collectively though, and you single out the source of such immense power.
>A very young hybrid pony, purple with pink highlights.
>She stares at you with intent, and a warm smile.
>Celestia stands, "welcome back to the land of the living Dep. We were waiting for you."

>>26813876

>An hour later, you're all fed and happy, going over plans for the badlands.
>In fact you're just finishing up.
"So, that means that if we do this right, we can at least have the infection contained to the underground, and from there we just detonate purge centers."
>The table nods in understanding, except for the one named Twilight.
>"So what role am I supposed to play? You've given everyone at the table a job but me."
"Yup, cause you're on the eradication team."
>This makes her knit her brow in confusion.
>"So... You want me to come with you?"
"Exactly. Of everypony at the table, you're the only one who my suit will even recognize as a serious threat. I don't know what your packing in that little head and body of yours but its something that might actually kill me if pit against me."
>>She gulps hard, and her friends come to her defence.
>"Woah hold up now pardner, ain't you supposed to be the Prince of killin them flood thingies? Why y'all need Twi to come with?"
"Because I need backup. And if I'm headed into another scene like dodge, I don't want to get stuck."
>"Twilight might get hurt though! Then we would have to throw her a getwellsoonweloveyouevenifyoureinthehospital party!"
>"Its okay girls, if he thinks I'm the made for the job then I'll go with him. J-just make sure we come back in one piece Dep, please?"
"On my clan."
>"Then its settled, we strike two days from now at dawn. Get ready my little ponies, this will test the mettle of equestria herself."

>criticism
>>26809167
the monitor would say "ancilla" or "construct", not "AI"
one ring can't purge the whole galaxy
a spore is a tiny little thing that can't do much on its own and doesn't crawl, you're thinking of an infection form
>>26810869
there's no reason for Dep to take her with him at this point, before she's demonstrated she can handle combat
she's OK with him destroying the infected ponies without any stated explanation that they're not who they used to be

>>26814223
Thanks, I'll make sure not to make the same mistakes in the future (particularly with Twilight) Also will make necessary corrections for the pastebin.

Thanks friend!

Any horsefuckers still play Halo 3 on 360 like nostalgia blinded idiots?
I do

>>26814869
I do, haven't recently though.

>>26814869
I sometimes play it.

>>26814003

>Be the taskmaster.
>You're currently freaking the fuck out.
>Something is heading for equestria, you know because the sensors on the edge of the star system are telling you as much.
>However, any observational tools you have are long since dead, save the targeting system of an orbital defense cannon.
>None of the other mechanics work anymore, and you can't even point the camera to a better angle, but you're just able to make out the side of your mystery object: a pinkish metal with a hexagonal pattern.
>You'd send sentinels up to investigate, but Ira requested all the battle ready sentinels be sent to contain the parasite at the pass in the mountains.
>Even at that, you aren't totally confident you can hold the position much longer.
>Swapping out to another camera, you get the opposite shot you had earlier.
>Instead of too far out of a shot to tell what the thing is, certainly a warship, the space vehicle is much too close, and all you are able to see is pink metal with hexagonal patterns.
>It slides out of the cameras view, on a direct course for your champion.
>You need to scramble everything you have!
>But...
>What /do/ you have?
>Its a dilemma, either you have nothing of use, or something too effective.
>There is no medium range weapon in your arsenal...
>You feel very impotent compared to three hundred years ago...

>>26810955
anything sentient is good enough for the flood

>>26815398
Shit goddamn fuck I'm sorry.

>Three hundred thousand years.

>>26817737
except your mother
OOHHHHH

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Holy fuck this didn't die!

bemp?