Silent space (an MLP fanfic)

Chapter 1

The creaking sent his nerves on edge as he panned the plasma cutter back and forth, the glow of it's barrel visibly seen as three laser lines extended to dance along the walls. He didn't know if the monsters were in this wing of the structure but as he looked around, he could see visceral blood splattered with guts and gore along the walls and floor and as he came to the end of the corridor, he peeked around the corner and saw two ponies in civilian RIGs who had been brutally slaughtered in the far corner, a few good meters before him. Two corridors branched left and right in the middle and as he slowly walked along the metal floor, his suits boots made clanking noises as he moved along.

He approached the intersection and just as he looked to the left, he heard something to the right coming towards him and he whipped around as his plasma cutter whined and the slice ripped off the first limb from the monster as it stumbled. A second shot to it's left leg made it fall and the last shot to it's neck severed it's head off.

As he stood there, plasma cutter glowing in his hands, as he tried to regain his thoughts, he looked around as he prayed nothing else was coming towards him. The station was too silent for what was going around it.

"Log 001, date July 7th, 2201. Equestrian Soldier on Station IC-066... Today is my first log and is my twentieth birthday... I'm sure all of my friends on Groatian are all having fun down there... and I'm still stuck up here until they need me down there... The station isn't all that bad and I have been slowly getting used to it... Hopefully I can acquire a few more friends... This is Private Steeltrix, signing off..."

As the log was done, Steeltrix looked around his room as he made sure everything was as it should be. He was black, with a grey, cropped mane. His green eyes bore intelligence and a fire in it for war, and he wore a standard Soldier RIG and as he looked down at it, he made sure his pistol was on his belt as he walked to where his work desk was. On it were reports from Groatian along with his Plasma Cutter that his brother had given him as a parting gift to this place. As he picked it up, it was still full of energy and Steeltrix put it on his belt as he took his security pass and quickly left the room as he locked it behind him. He was in one of the more privileged middle-class area's and as he looked down the wall's, he saw other ponies in normal, civilian RIG suits and he quickly trotted down the hall as he opened his RIG's guidance system, he saw it was leading him towards what must've been the hangar. He quickly trotted along the line as he made sure not to bump into anyone.

I hope that maybe today I can finally leave this station and go to Groatian! I hope those Rebels are still kicking when I get there. Recently, rebel ponies and griffins had sprung up on the planet Groatian and the Equstrian Empire had sent it's Equestrian Army to squash the rebellion before it spread to other systems. So far, the rebels had been defeated but they were bold and well equipped and as Steeltrix trotted down the halls, he made sure to renew the path-finding matrix as it was his only way to anywhere on this station.

He approached a elevator lift and as he jumped in, he saw the sign for the Church of Unitology and he grimaced as he looked away from it. The Church to him were a bunch of nut cases going on about these mythical "Markers" and how they granted eternal life to all who worshipped them. A few were even zealots but thankfully hadn't tried anything to harm those around them. But it still made Steeltrix sick to his stomach about them.

As the elevator doors opened, he quickly trotted out and as he looked around, the matrix said that he would turn left and he did so as he found himself at a door leading onto the landing pads of the station. He swiped his pass through and as the pressurized door opened, he trotted through as he saw the hangar in all of it's bustling activity. Ships coming from the service we docking along the walls and large cargo ships docked to the gantry's all around as crew's on the ground level helped repair and refuel those ships that needed it.