Chrysalis stood in front of the old police station as you were unlocking the steel shutters on the front doors.

Y/n is seen inside of his vault's armory putting various things including ammo, C4, breaching charges, and grenades of various types. Meanwhile Chrysalis can been seen admiring the extensive collection of lethal weaponry you own. . .

Chrysalis: Wow your kind truly excelled at warfare. . . 

Y/n looks over at Chrysalis with a smile.

Y/n: you should have seen the United states militarized forces back in its heyday, used to fight for them during the war. may have been a Child soldier, but I was one of the best damn ones they had. that's what made me their pick for the EDEN project, that and I was immune to the virus the Ponies created.

Chrysalis: virus?

Y/n: oh, you don't know. . . The royal sisters created a pathogenic virus that turned my kind into Ponies. But I'm immune.  . . Yet I still don't know why.

Chrysalis: that's.  . . 

She stood there in silence, she hated celestia and luna just about as much as you did. But she never suspected either of them being capable of something that lacked any sort of morality. . . But if they made a virus that turned humans into flesh and blood Ponies. . . .could they also make it to convert other races to Ponies as well? She shudders at the thought.

Chrysalis: I'm.  . . Sorry, for what it's worth.

Y/n: don't apologize, it's not your fault . . . It's thiers. . . 

Another silent moment passes between the two of you, you went back to placing gear back in the duffle bag.

Y/n: let's not dwell on that, let's focus on getting your subjects out of their whooves, besides. . . 

You hold up one of your favorite tactical Firearms and load it as you pull back the slide with malicious intent.

Y/n: its about time I show Celestia and her lap dogs that the humans aren't a race to just lay down and die. . .

You sling the duffel bag across your back and the gun on a mag-latch attached to your coat, you grab the mask of your old friend seeker and Don it as the red X came on across the right eye. The screen comes to focus on the eye as it then fades to a large prison complex being patrolled by Ponies in armor allied to celestia.

The prison itself was shaped like a large complex built hidden in the mountains near the southern part of Equestrian territory.

(What the landscape look like)

The true nature of this place was intent to house Equestria's most dangerous criminals, though it didn't have very many the place was secure as it could possibly be. The varying height difference of the landscape allowed for easy surveillance of the landscape surrounding the mountains, and thus maid it easy to spot any approaching creatures for miles around. No creatures of any kind outside of the trained gaurds of the prison itself were allowed within 600 miles of the complex and infringement of this rule was punished severely. 

So How were you gonna break in?  . . . Simple.   . .

Two gaurds were patrolling together as one suddenly stops, the gaurd behind him seems confused.

Gaurd: um sir, why did we-

He was suddenly cut off mid-sentance as his vision of the world was turned upside down  a he watches the gaurd infront of him his the ground with a deep slash in his neck.

While you were cloaked You had slased the neck of the stallion infront of him and had mounted the other gaurd's back switly and with minimal effort. Snapping his neck with a sickening snap. Combat rolling off his back I'm into a standing position as his body falls to the ground. Pulling out your military spec Chris vector you proceeded forward, rounding the corner with a burst of Suppressed fire drop four other gaurds with ease as you quietly and quickly proceeded forward.

You come upon the entrance of a cave, undoubtedly the entrance of the prison the was carved into the mountain, turning on the "hybrid-vision" function of your mask wich was a mixture of night and thermal vision design to show your surroundings in night vision while highlighting any organic targets with thermal vision.

Y/n: so he descends upon evil . . . Though the swift hand of vengeance, unbiased as it may be. . . Can't help but hate and enjoy the suffering of those who done him wrong. . .  Thy name is EDEN. . .  Angel of death. . . 

( to be continued. . .)