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// Komato Space 
// Story: The Path of the Righteous Pony 
// by Steventheman 
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Pinkie opened a small chest. She leaned inside, and rummaged through. Big Mac tried to peek over inside. "Is the radio in there?"

Pinkie emerged, holding half a chocolate bar, with the wrapper folded in half. "No, I just left a chocolate bar in here." Pinkie hopped over to a small television. "This is the radio."

Big Mac looked in confusion. "But it's got a screen."
Pinkie jabbed some buttons with her nose. "It's a videophone."
"Oh, right." Big Mac looked at the screen. 

Pinkie pushed a large button. Three dots appeared, on screen, along with a message reading: Calling.

Fluttershy appeared on screen. She held a laser rifle in one hoof. She looked up at her camera. "Hey Pinkie!" Fluttershy's turned to Big Mac. "Hello, Big Mac!"
"Hey, Fluttershy! How's it going up there?"
"I've just flew out of the Sol System..." Fluttershy said. "Earth wasn't all that nice."
"Oh no! Why?"
"Well, I landed in Australia, and all the animals were monsters. There were dead humans everywhere. But..." Fluttershy shook her right hoof a few times, and the coin fell out. She caught it in her left hoof. "A human gave me this. He said to 'buy a packet of crisps' with it."
"Don't know what that means..." Pinkie said.  "Oh! Big Mac wants to say something." 
Big Mac cleared his throat. "Um..." he stuttered, unable to order his feelings into words. "...Never mind. It wasn't important."
"Oh...Well, I have to go, because I need to get to Tadezocora. Apparently, the Komato Army will kill any human vessels they see. I need to maintain silent running. Bye."

The screen turned off, displaying a message that the call was terminated. Pinkie turned to Big Mac. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"...I lost my nerve. Doesn't happen often."
Pinkie put her foreleg around Big Mac. "It's all right. I lose my nerve sometime. My Grandma had a song about it, from the War..."





"Okay, Fluttershy...If the Komato see you, you're finished. You only have a few nuclear warheads. Not enough to down a Komato Battlecruiser." Fluttershy said to herself as she looked around the area in front of her for any ships. 

She looked down onto a long-range scanner. There was one blip. Fluttershy pressed a button with her hoof, and the blip was marked as a superior enemy ship.  The navigation system plotted a loose curve around the ship.

Fluttershy continued on her course, all the time, wary that a Komato ship would blast her out of existence at any second. She had read about their terrifying weapons. Pulse cannons. Shocksplinter missiles. Cyclic Fusion Ignition Systems. Even Phantom Hammers. Fluttershy tried to remember the Wikipedia page. She knew that their weapons were designed to destroy nanotechnological shields. She could only assume that they would utterly annihilate her.

A missile alarm sounded. Fluttershy looked worridly at the scanner. Two blips were advancing at great speed towards her. She turned the ship around, and performed a barrel roll. It was then that she saw the ship. It was small, but heavily armed. Fluttershy turned to her radio, and tried to establish contact.

Eventually, a face appeared on the screen. It was clad in spiked armor, and colored pink and green. The radio adjusted itself to read his language. Fluttershy wondered where the language translator came from.

"You have trespassed on Komato space, human. The penalty of which is swift death. The Komato High Command expresses its sincerest mirth at your incoming demise."
Fluttershy stared the Komato where she thought it's eyes were. "We'll see."
"Wait...Identify your species."
"I'm a pony." Fluttershy responded.
"...You have trespassed on Komato space, pony. The penalty of which is swift death. The Komato High Command expresses its sincerest mirth at your incoming demise."
"Dammit!" Fluttershy shouted, annoyed, before cutting contact.

The Komato ship fired a homing missile, and Fluttershy started to fly towards the enemy at full speed. At the last second, she swerved out of the way. The missile struck the ship on the bridge. As she flew away, she could recognise a Komato in pink and green armor floating away, desperately trying to scramble back to the bridge, before drips and trickles of teal blood leaked from its armor. Fluttershy assumed it was decompression, and that it was the captain. The Komato ship stayed in its original position, although the bridge was wide open. Fluttershy flew away quickly, as multiple escape pods jettisoned from the crippled ship.

Fluttershy knew that the escape pods might summon a larger force, so she engaged the FTL drive, and sped away.





Samuel L. Jackson looked over the Eternal Battlefields of Valhalla. Billions of warriors from every time period fought alongside the Gods. The air was filled with bombers, fighters and airships. The ground was constantly being bombarded with artillery, grenades and gunshots.

Samuel L. Jackson could just about make out the shape of Billy Mays, the God of Commerce. He was swinging two zweihanders at a group of Knights Templar. He looked further into the distance, far beyond human limits, and saw none other than the God of Slams and Jams, Charles Barkley, playing basketball with a group of Hunnic soldiers. He unleashed a Chaos Dunk, and flattened the entire area.

Samuel L. Jackson walked over to his television, and turned it on. The image of Fluttershy appeared on screen, as the scene panned out to show a crippled Komato ship.

He smiled to himself. "You have learnt much..."

The God of Plenty, Santa Claus ran into Samuel L. Jackson's private quarters. "Sire! The enemy nears this place!"
Samuel L. Jackson switched the television off, and picked up a lightsaber. "Then we fight, my brother. Let us move with haste!"

Santa and Samuel L. Jackson ran to Santa's fighter sleigh. "Die, fuckers! Ho ho ho!" Santa exclaimed, as he shot down a squadron of MiG 29 fighter jets. A P-51 Mustang flew close to the sleigh. Samuel L. Jackson deployed his lightsaber and cut the plane in two. Eventually, they were over the enemy army.

"Them motherfuckers gonna wish they were never born!" Santa shouted.
"Hahah! I'll see you in the morning, brother!"
"Likewise!"

Samuel L. Jackson jumped from the sleigh, and drew water from the atmosphere. He focused the energy within him, and created a ramp out of pure ice. He slid down the ramp, drew an M1911, and shot a enemy pikeman from hundreds of yards away. He holstered the pistol, and leaped into the enemy army.

"The night is long, motherfuckers."