With a sudden sharp intake of breath followed by a spluttering cough Mark awoke. “Ahh fuck…” Groaned the mule as his leaf green eyes blinked open .He was greeted by the flickering heads red of the heads up display of his helmet, alongside a vast crack in the visor which splintered diagonally across it. Passed the blurred red numbers, and splintered glass was sunlight which filtered in through from left it’s light defused in places by the remnants of tinted windows, whilst the right was lit only by the red flashes of the instrument panel as every warning light upon it seemed to be blinking furiously at him, reflecting off the wall of a grainy substance that’d replaced the right side window.

Letting a grunt of pain the Mule lifted both hands and grasped the base of his helmet and slowly lifted it from his head “Ugh…god…” he took a deep breath, his lungs savouring the fresh air as the helmet dropped from his hands with a soft plunk as it fell to his right into where right window had been. “Well..at least I know which way is up..” he laughed to himself as he leaned his head back, taking slow breath. He reached for his harness and began casting his mind back to before he blacked out.

He pushed himself forwards from the slanted chair, letting his metallic hooves land within space where glass had once been in the window. Though the cockpit was meant for two people Mark’s head just peaked out of what’d once been the left window as the power armour he wore added an extra foot onto the already rather tall Zonkey. He closed his eyes while raising a hand to shield his eyes as bright harsh sunlight bore down onto him while he was surrounded by barren sun drenched sand. “Can’t be far from..base..” He groaned as he began to pull himself up out of the shattered window, the power armour's servo’s thankfully doing most of the heavy lifting.

Raising his left arm to block out the sun he looked down at the crashed remnants he stood atop. It was the single prototype of the newly developed High Atmosphere Hypersonic Strategic Stealth Bomber. Its nose is currently buried in the sand as it rested at a 70 degree angle, with neither of its wings attached. “The chairforce guys will never this go…” he muttered himself knowing he’d only been selected to pilot the craft as it was deemed easier to train him to fly rather than train a test pilot in operating the FV4701 Armoured Assault Suit which was required due to possible G force’s involved.

A sense of dread set in as he looked up from the aircraft the only sound around him being that of the wind blowing across the barren landscape. Looking back along to its tail he hoped to see the black dot of a search aircraft in blue of the sky but could only see blue and yellow as far as the horizon. “Groomlake must be that way ... .not good…”

He groaned as black smoke began pouring from the engine causing him to quickly jump from the fuselage. His hooves kicked up sand as he scrambled away from the down bomber just being inwardly thankful it was unarmed. However as he started running across the sand attempting to put some distance between himself and the now burning plane his eyes flicked downwards to the sand periodically, scanning for trip hazards however he thought he saw tiny cactus dotting the sand.

His sprint to safety however came to an abrupt halt as a hacking sound exited his mouth the Zonkey began to cough with a groan of pain in between them. He tumbled forwards into the sand. Landing on his hands knees as he began to splutter more. As he coughed his eyes shut with the pain. Flashes of memory filled his mind. He was flying the bomber.

“ X-31 is holding steady at low altitude cruising speed over.” Mark said as he held the control stick before hearing “Affirmative X-31, you are clear to ascend for phase 1 test over.” A voice responded back into his ear as he pulled on the control stick and watched the cloud layer begin to vanish below him. Eyes flicked to the corner of his heads up display as he watched the numbers on the linked altimeter climb as the nose bank up upwards at a steady angle. Suddenly however, his eyes were drawn from the climbing numbers to a sudden flash of light right ahead of him. Before he could even begin to react a swirling mass of white energy glowed against the inky black of space looking like it was something straight out of a science fiction movie.”WHAT..” he yelled as the nose of the aircraft had entered the portal.

His hand rested against his head as he took breaths periodically letting out small weaker coughs and the odd groan. A voice suddenly pulled the Mule from his memory back to reality as his tall ear rotated to face the sound of what was clearly a voice. Though he’d no comprehension of what it was saying, only that it was shouting in an assertive manner.

He opened his eyes to the desert sands once, although now the sound of the wind had been joined by not just one voice but many, the hum of engines, and beating of rotors. Though they were quiet and sound distance. The Mules head turned and his jaw dropped as the source of the noise was right beside him, not in the distance merely significantly smaller than he was.

His green eyes opened to a sight that looked less like it belonged out in the desert, and more on a bedroom floor. Figures that resemble little plastic soldiers in scale moved around below him, despite their size he could make out diminutive rifles being wielded by many.Meanwhile a pair of blacked out Chevy Tahoe’s were parked beside him looking like little hot wheels ,though much more detailed.

His eye followed the tracks left in the desert ground before they lingered on the black silhouettes of a pair V-22 Osprey, which had more diminutive figures pouring from it. The whole situation would have been comical to Mark as it looked like an army of 1:64 scale models were surrounding him. However these seemed to be real, and speaking in a language that was incomprehensible to him as his large ear picked up the many voices chattering below him.

A voice called out loudly again, as the massive head swung to look at the source, a tiny human holding a megaphone. “What ? How about you speak English…ENGLISH!” Mark nearly snarled as the voice on the megaphone began to repeat its prior statement drowning out the human,though getting a couple dozen rifle barrels pointed at his towering frame as his tone had clearly been felt even if the words weren’t understood.

“You guys are gonna be no fucking help.” He snarled again with a grunt and the wiring of servo’s as he began to push himself up, alongside the sudden discordant sound of multiple weapons being fired at once. Bullets harmlessly flattened against the armour which was all but immune to small arm’s fire to begin with, nevermind when 400 ft tall. Mark looked down upon the soldiers which had been firing upon him, his eyes cold “Pathice..” He sneered and lifted his hoof slowly upwards letting sand pour off it as he hung it over the crowd of what seemed to be exclusively humans.

Even through the language barrier screams of terror were something he could recognise as his hoof loomed over them. The men’s sky was blotted out by a thick plate of steel lined with tread cast them into shadow. The sand trembled as with a crunch and several soft splats the hoof impacted the ground. The screaming however didn’t stop as those by the Osprey’s screams drew his attention as now. The men were clearly piling aboard the airframes which already had their rotors spinning kicking up dust. “That’s right, Bug, Run!” Mark boomed confidently, rolling his shoulders. As he started to walk after the aircraft smirking at them as they began to speed away.

Stepping forwards the massive hoof lifting leaving one of the Taho poking out from the hoof print looking like a used tube of toothpaste surrounded by red splotches and the flattened pancake of metal that was the other SUV. Mark however didn’t even look back at his first victims but merely down at the tracks the vehicles now flattened behind him had left. “Gotta to have come from somewhere.” His eyes began scanning the horizon as he walked. Cactus crushed like blades of grass as Mark jogged along the dirt track the SUV’s wheel marks had led to as he spotted a town in the distance.

It wasn’t a large town, in fact it seemed closer to a collection of trailers, and run down shacks surrounding a few larger concrete buildings. The dead palm trees lining its singling and already cracked, and crumbling paved road shook violently, while a few buildings were already tumbling into piles of rubble just from the shocks his steps created. “What a shithole.” Mark said his face looking down on the settlement with pity as he came to a halt just outside the town, his hoof landing with a sudden crunch, reducing a trailer home to shards of fiberglass, bits of twisted metal, and a red splatter. He closed his green eyes and groaned “Shit…sorry urgh didn’t see that ... .hovel” He apologized, though merely sounding more annoyed then regretful as he loomed over the town.

“Any of you bugs..people…speak english ?” He asked as he began wiping the hoof that’d crushed the trailer home in the sand, all the while looking down at the townsfolk who began to scream causing the Mule to roll his eyes with annoyed sigh before snarling “Thought not, we'll get out of the way.” He began to step forwards purposefully giving those crowding the streets a few moments to clear them.

As his hoof came down however the sound of splinter bark was followed with the reduction in screaming, before being replaced with a loud mixture of a the crunching of a vehicle in a car compactor and the splintering of bones as the hoof pressed down before finally ending with cracking of concrete. “I told you to get out the way, I’m not watching my fucking step.” Mark growled, not caring that he couldn’t be understood but hoping the tone of his voice would get the message across. However his next steps were nearly equally as full of people as they all tried to enter vehicles parked along the single paved of the town or flee along the crumbling tar path which the huge hooves were also following.

It only took 4 steps to get through the town, and yet most of it lay in ruins. Water gushed from burst water pipes, some buildings lay in heaps from their structures not even capable of handling the impact of a macro stepping by them, just able every vehicle along the main strip of the town was only good for scrap metal at best, and majority of their owners where in even worse shape as the remains of hundreds littered the hoof prints sunken into the feeble road surface.

“I gave you a fucking a chance but you bugs couldn’t take a fucking hint..” He growled looking over his shoulder at the damage he’d cause. Turning his head back to the road his muzzle was engulfed in a ball of flame. Suddenly 3 more fireballs exploded across the armour, as Mark reached to rub his muzzle as his eyes honed in on the platoon of Abrams tanks that were cruising across the desert. “Huh, it made me a little itchy.” He said rubbing the side of his muzzle where the high explosive shell had impacted, before starting towards the tanks. He smirked as he watched the turrets all track him while the 4 hulls suddenly stopped , and began to turn.

However it was too late, Mark’s sprinted forwards, easily able to cover the distance between him and vehicles much quicker then the crews had expected. What had been the lead tank’s crew didn’t even have a chance to call for help as thousands of tons of mule and metal slammed down on top of the vehicle as Mark came to a stop. The M1 Abrams while well protected was something facing something no armour could protect from. Before the other 4 vehicles knew what was happening the platoon commander's vehicle was a heap of crumpled scrap under the hoof.

“Should have just left me alone.” Mark said with a smirk “But it seems so you bugs sent me some toys I think I’ll have a bit of fun..” The mule chuckled as he reached down for 2 of the 3 remaining tanks. He watched the turrets both begin to turn as he lifted them up and felt the harmless fireballs against his face along the pittering of machine gunfire as the both vehicles sprayed everything they had. “Hah even at point blac you guys can’t fucking hurt me, I’m starting to like it here~” Taunted the mule before taking another set of shells to the face which didn’t even cause him to flinch.

“My turn~ now though~ I think I’ll crush you first~.” The power armoured titan teased as he looked at the Abrams in his right hand. His thumb slid over the turret blocking the main hatches and jamming the turret in place, before he started to tighten his grip. “Aww is that your begging I can hear ?” Asked the Mule with a taunting smirk as the whimpering and what sound like pleading came from the vehicle as its armoured chassis bowed as though it was made of toil to the giant's power armoured grip. The fist closed with a crunch suddenly however before a small trickle of red liquid seeped between the fingers of the glove “Pathice..” He laughed as he dropped the crumpled ball of metal to the floor and looked at the other tank he held.

Its crew were clearly begging for their lives, with the commander and loader poking from their hatches yelling in voices of panic words Mark didn’t understand but their gestures made it clear they wanted him to spare them.”Sorry no can do, I don’t take well to being shot at.” He responded with a smirk to their begging. “How about I show you how it feels to be shot at.” He looked at the ruined town behind him and turned towards it, raising his arm and pulling it back. He then sprung it forward, throwing the 60 tons of metal as hard as he could.

The town’s police station exploded into shards of concrete as the tank impacted at speeds similar to those of the shells it fired. Upon impact the 4 men within the vehicle had no chance as their bodies were turned to mist from the sudden deceleration while the tank itself exploded into fragments of metal that tore through the concrete of the police stations walls and buried themselves in buildings streets over before a small fireball levelled what was left of the station as the ammo detonated.

Turning back towards the final tank Mark paused as the same shimmering glow of energy that’d brought him there suddenly hung in the air, turning rapidly into a swirling blue whirlpool floating in midair. Mark's eyes lit up as he looked onto it. He took a deep breath but before he could move towards a shoe exited the portal. The white and black Addias sole landed atop the final tank with a sudden crunch as it exited the portal followed by its owner. The orange furred fox horse hybrid clad in blue jeans and a black shirt suddenly paused holding some sort of ray gun as he saw Mark. Both looked equally shocked. “Errr….REEECE! It’s your friend Mark” Jay called back through the portal before seconds a head peaked through the swirling blue disk. “Mark…it’s….” The mule's shocked face looked at his two friends. “How…?” He asked, his jaw hanging open. “Yeah…we have something that lets us hop realties..best come through ..we’ve got some explaining to do as it’s a long story.” The towering purple stallion said with his grey eyes looking at Jay “Guess this explains the issue with the pager earlier at least ?”

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Yeah, crashing landing in another reality is rough...but not so bad when it turns out your huge there..and have a suit of power armour

An expansion of some canon to bring Mark into the fold on the many secret bits of size tech..all by accident of course.

Artists post: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61718116/

Art by  elkaart