Typh carried a lot of emotional baggage going into the Guards, and not surprisingly, wasnt too comfortable with the idea. He hated authority and orders with a vengeance, but was about to join the one place where these two things were in abundance. However, he didnt really have much of a choice. He needed to earn a living, and he had no talents anywhere else. He may have been well-read, but he certainly was not a practical pony.

From the first day in boot camp, he hated it all. He counted the days till each major event like a pony in a prison sentence. Drills, orders, Sergeants with overinflated egos. Alll of which did not bode well with him, and such frustration did earn him more than one extra duty when he vented. However, the final graduation day from boot camp did arrive, and Typh was glad that it would be the end of his worries. He followed through with the marching routine he was drilled a thousand times over onto the parade square, and stood by as the ceremony continued. He got his rank patches, and was happy enough to have gotten something, but still wasnt too enthusiastic about his deployment; Ponyville. He wished it would be somewhere he knew, and he swore someone did so just to irritate him even further. But from the moment he walked out the gates, family in tow, he saw how ponies reacted now that he was a full Royal Guard. Some older timers gave salutes. People spoke in hushed whispers. Some mean comments, but some laced with respect. People recognised that he was now officially somepony whose very job is to help others.

When he was deployed to Ponyville on regular patrol duties, he began to see his role in a far better light than he did before. In one instance, he walked up on bullies ganging up on a young colt. The mere sight of a Guard in armor caused the group to turn tail and scatter. he helped the pony up and asked what happened. "Im Sugar....Sugarhoof...they were teasing me about my name...." At that point, once again, he felt his trademark buildup and burst of emotion. He looked down and asked, "Where do you go to school?" The colt pointed to the Ponyville schoolhouse. Typh put Sugarhoof on his back and flew straight there, a look of determination on his face. He was deaf to the shouts of his squad, asking him to come back. He was set on a mission and was about to complete it. He walked in with the colt to Cherliee, who was shocked to see one of her students escorted in by a Guard and feared the worst. Typh explained the situation that Sugarhoof was in, and demanded that the ponies responsible for his bullying be dealt with swiftly. He then left the schoolhouse to a very angry squad, who got chewed out since Typh just simply vanished from patrol. This did nothing for Typh since he didnt care much for authority, but he felt it was worthwhile to go out of his way to help the colt.

In spite of his antics, Typh had a sense of initiative that was not seen amongst many other Guards. He responded to situations almost instinctively and was always helpful to the public. Owing to public opinion and his initiative alone(Typhoon spent more than one weekend confined to barracks for stepping out to help, leaving his squad in the process) he managed to work his way up to the rank of Sergeant. At this point, he had a squad to tag along with his escapades. However, he still got in regular trouble for leading his squad off track to respond to whatever situation occured. He tolerated the management of the Guards up till the Changeling invasion.

On the day, he was on patrol with his squad, ordered to keep an eye out for any trouble. At the edge of the city, Typh noticed a few changeling scouts that were there to probe the city for weaknesses. He reported to his superior that there were changelings approaching the city. His CO dismissed his concerns, claiming the Captain's shield would be more than enough to protect from the invasion.
Of course, Typh was not settled by the response, and proceeded to leave the city limits to scare off the Changeling scouts. His squad were too used to his antics, and stayed within the shield limits. However, when Typh scared off the inital scouts, he noticed the full Changeling army moving in. Typh rushed to tell his CO of the approaching trouble, to which he was dismissed again. Suitably irritated, Typh flew back out to see the Changelings starting to break the shield. All the other guards were lining up to repel the invaders when the broke through. Typh would not take that, and reasoned with his squad that it would be pointless trying to stop them in the city, and it would be best to take the fight to them while they were busy. However, his squad refused to listen to him, taking orders from the local officer.

At this point, Typh was far too concerned to think, and charged alone out of the shield to attack the Changelings. Predicatably, one pony was no match for an army, and he quickly got smiled and stuck to the ground. He spent the rest of the siege trying to keep Changelings from siphoning his love, kicking and screaming like a maniac until the magical blast got rid of the Changelings. Immediately after the invasion, he was court-martialled for disobeying direct orders and was sent to a detention barracks. This made him lose respect for the Guards, and he opted to retire from the force after serving his sentence. With a little string pulling from his parents at home, he was allowed to have an honorable discharge from a friendly officer. He still keeps his guard armor and Sergeant epaulettes with him.

However, this meant Typh once again had no job. With his savings, he couldnt hope to afford a place in Canterlot, so he got on the train to Ponyville to find a place to live. There, he spent some time thinking and tinkering with things, just like he always liked to do. One day, he turned back to look at his studies concerning magic, and had an idea. He got some scientific equipment together, and began testing his theory.