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Jun
28th
2014

2-3 Recap · 8:34pm Jun 28th, 2014

Previously on IAIMAY


“I’ve decided that I still want to see Tex's ship,” Church concluded.

Twilight swallowed. The idea of revisiting the ship that had sent her so far away from her home sat ill at ease with her. She’d agreed to help Church find that ship though, and didn’t intend to go back on that promise now.

“Okay. Any particular reason why?”

Church shrugged, “Well, if what your friends say is true, Tex’s trail went cold after she took out O’Malley. Who knows? Maybe there’s something on the ship I can use to track her down, or at least figure out what she was doing on your world in the first place.”


"I have… other projects to attend to,” Sunset Shimmer then reached into the bag, pulled out a train ticket and her eyes widened when she looked at it. She then levitated the scroll she was writing to Spike who took it in his claws, “send this to Princess Celestia, will you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Sunset Shimmer galloped out the front door, no doubt to catch the train she was late for. Spike looked down at the scroll he held. He knew he probably shouldn’t, but he saw his claws remove the binding of the scroll and soon enough the parchment was unfurled before him.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I have arrived in Ponyville and promptly dealt with the situation. Omega has been purged from the subject's mind, but the whereabouts of Agent Texas are currently unknown. I fulfilled my end of the bargain and now it’s time for you to do the same, my old mentor. I look forward to reviewing all relevant documents to your little project in Dodge City… or what’s left of it anyway.

Your ever faithful subject,
Sunset Shimmer


Applejack’s left eye twitched as Grif shrugged and leaned his head back. How could such a person exist? Was his laziness so great that he couldn’t even be bothered to finish a sentence?

“You are literally… the worst kind of person.”

With a few hoof gestures, Applejack gathered the Reds around her, “All of you leave. We’ll find some other way to pay off yer debt to Sweet Apple Acres!”

The Reds were all silent for a moment before Sarge raised a finger, “Now, I know it goes without saying that Grif is the embodiment of suck and Simmons is pretty much only useful for his math. But surely I have proved myself capable enough to…”

Applejack rounded on Sarge faster than a whip, “No! You haven’t! Yer just as useless as the rest of ‘em!


Sarge just stood there under the rows of apple trees looking… deeply contemplative. Simmons hated it when Sarge got like this and always tried to do his best to be there for him. Now however, Sarge was not in command and Simmons was following Grif out of the orchard instead.

“So uh… what’s our next objective, sir?” Simmons asked.

My next objective is to find a nice tree to sleep under where I won’t be disturbed by cutesy fucking ponies,” Grif explained. “Your objective is to fuck off and do whatever you want as long as its somewhere far away from me.”


Rarity looked briefly in the direction of the front door, “I haven’t yet had a chance to see Sweetie Belle since she was almost killed by that… thing, and now that the lockdown is over…”

Twilight put a hoof on her shoulder, “Hey, say no more. She needs you more than I do right now!”


Rarity raised an eyebrow at Simmons, “Don’t tell me you got lost?”

When Simmons gave an awkward shrug, Rarity nodded, “Well, I must admit, these orchards are pretty hard to navigate if you haven’t been here as many times as I have. Why don’t you come with me? We’ll make sure my sister and her friends aren’t traumatized and then I’ll show you the way out!”


Rainbow Dash quickly pulled out the letter and unfolded it. Fluttershy watched her eyes move back and forth as Rainbow read its contents. The more she read, the more Rainbow Dash’s face seemed to turn into a scowl. When it seemed that she reached the end, Rainbow hastily crushed the letter in her hooves and began crumpling it up, glaring daggers into the paper.

“Um… what’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked.

“Nothing. ‘S just a stupid letter from a stupid jerk!” With an angry grunt, Rainbow Dash tossed the offensive paper over the side of the cloud that her home sat on.
When Fluttershy glanced over the side to follow the crumpled up letter, she spotted a pair of long-eared rodents on the ground below that appeared to be trying to get her attention. Oh dear, wonder how long they’ve been down there.

“Hey, you coming in?”

Fluttershy turned around and saw Rainbow Dash standing at her front door, gesturing inside. Fluttershy decided there was nothing else to do in this situation but be a little rude.

“Sorry, Rainbow. But I should go. Looks like there’s a bunny emergency.”


Spike looked pleadingly at Twilight, “What if we need you?”

“You can use the vomit express to contact me any time. If the Meta attacks we’ll drop everything and come right back!”

“What if you need us?”

This time, Twilight looked away. She didn’t think that she’d really need her friends for what was going to be a quick and simple trip from which she’d likely return the next morning. Still, Spike was obviously worried, and Twilight always felt awful whenever he did that. Her ears pointed straight up as an idea occurred to her.

“I think I know just the thing we can use!” Twilight quickly ran into the carved out tree and disappeared. She returned a minute later holding a radio headset in her magical grasp. Twilight then presented it to her number one assistant.

“Here, put this on. If we need you, Church will contact you through this!”

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