2-10 Recap · 2:36am Oct 19th, 2014
Sorry this chapter is so late. Work is long and hard. Just like my... lamp.
Anyway, get your recap below.
Previously on IAIMAY
Washington nodded. “I’m done playing along with the Director’s game. I have been for some time.”
Princess Celestia studied him for a while. As always, she seemed to be considering many different things to reach some conclusion. Washington found himself thinking back to the strange dark blue alicorn he saw in his dream and wondered just how much Celestia really knew about him.
“That is good,” Celestia said once she came to whatever decision she was making, “because I need your help with something…”
“I’m listening...”
Spike however, was fixated on the scroll that had popped into existence from the residual smoke of his outburst. Right away he recognized the sun-shaped seal that held the red binding together.
“I got a letter from Princess Celestia!” Spike exclaimed, picking up the scroll, tearing off the binding and unfurling it in the blink of an eye.
Spike took some time to read and reread it, his brow furrowing quizzically. “Huh…”
“What’s it say?” Simmons asked, getting up off the floor.
“We’ve been summoned to Canterlot… all three of us!”
Fluttershy tilted her head inquisitively, “Oh? Do you have a little sister, Grif?”
“Yeah. As a matter of fact, she used to be a lot like you! Loved animals, was shy as dicks…” Grif laughed when he noticed the way Fluttershy looked away with a slightly red face, “she was even uncomfortable with my swearing!”
Grif continued to laugh. It was such a joyful, contagious sound that Fluttershy couldn’t help but join in briefly before silence prevailed between them again.
“So, um… what happened?” Fluttershy asked.
“Hmm?”
“You said... she used to be like me.”
Grif hesitated, “Yeah. Kaikaina is a completely different person now. I really don’t want to talk about it…”
Twilight took another look at the large space vessel. She remembered what it was like to try and escape from Freelancer Command before. Not only had she been lucky, but Project Freelancer had probably doubled security at their Command Center since she escaped.
“I don’t see any way we’ll be getting into Freelancer Command from the ground. This ship is our best option!”
Tex disappeared and reappeared in front of Twilight. “Well, unless you know anyone who can fix it…”
“Heh heh…” Sarge laughed, and everyone turned their attention to the man in red. “Now the ball’s in Sarge’s court! And he’s goin’ for a slam dunk!”
“Don’t tell me you know how to fix a ship, Sarge!”
“Oh, I don’t! But I know someone who just might!” Sarge exclaimed. “Pack yer travel kits everyone! We’re goin’ home!”
CT turned and looked down at Rarity, those tiny windows on his helmet somehow looking surprised. Seeing this, Tucker tried to make an introduction.
“Oh yeah, uh… CT, this is Rarity. She’s a unicorn, apparently…”
CT simply continued staring at the little white unicorn. “You…”
Rarity cleared her throat, “Um, beg your pardon?” There was something decidedly ominous about the way CT addressed her. Why does he seem to recognize me?
Without even thinking, Rarity brought the Warthog to a stop beside the tank wreckage and got out. To her relief, an armored hand pushed open the driver’s hatch. Unfortunately, that was all the occupant seemed to have the strength for. Firing up her horn, Rarity encased Eberle in her blue magical aura and - with some effort - dragged her out of the destroyed tank. Eberle’s white armor was charred black in many places, and there was a lot of blood around her midsection, but she seemed to be breathing.
Rarity’s ear flicked as she heard the clicks of weaponry behind her. She turned and found herself looking up at a large group of CT’s armored humans and Elites both, all pointing weapons at her. Rainbow Dash and the others were nowhere in sight.
“Okay, if Donut really did meet your friend we need to talk to him.” Church told Applejack and Pinkie.
“That may be… difficult. He’s deep in the Reds’ midst!” Jack said.
“So what? It’s the Reds! What’s the worst they can do? Insult us?”
“Private Church, I don’t know what the Reds from your outpost are like, but these Reds are dangerous! Well, at the very least their leader is…”
Applejack stepped forward and looked up at Jack. “This ‘Donut’ fella is the only lead we have to find the rest of our friends! We have to try!”
“What could possibly be so scary about a Red Team?” Church asked.
“If you must know, their leader is a madman!” Jack began pacing anxiously. “He goes by many names: the Vagabond, the Loophole Guy, some even call him the Mad King of Valhalla. I simply know him as Captain James Hayworth.
“Hayworth is a… disturbing person. And to think: there are those who say his voice sounds like mine! The last time I sent a man - Private Kaydin - to scout out the Red base, he was captured. A few days later, Kaydin returned to us but something was wrong. I don’t know what tortures Hayworth subjected him to, but Kaydin lost his Goddamn mind! He tried to kill all of us! We tried to call out to him, make him see reason, but he didn’t respond to his name anymore. He had adopted another one: Edgar.”
“Okay, let’s go!” Applejack exclaimed, running back toward the caves.
Church watched Applejack carry off Donut's unconscious form. “Wait, what about…?”
“HEY! Put me down you meanies!” At the sound of the pink pony’s voice, Church whirled around to see a struggling Pinkie Pie being carried into the base by a large Red. “I just wanted to give you pies and distract you so my friends could escape! Let me go!”
“Oh no…” Church muttered as Pinkie disappeared into the depths of the Mad King’s fortress.
