The members of the new Bolverk Squad, despite promising to not talk about Firefly's murder at her daughter's hoof, they did, they learned to cope with it, justified it, and got over it.
Firefly was the very monster she claimed that Rainbow Dash would become. Anypony who would let their little filly of a daughter leave and live alone for several years, didn't deserve to be their parent, and anypony who would make such claims about their daughter who was less than 10 years old at the time deserved to be hurt, maybe not full blown killed, but at least hurt.
But what happened was already over and done with and there was no going back, they got over it, choosing to, after THAT point, never talk about it again.
Back to the present day, in Omega's town home.
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"Please help meeeeeee." Pomega pleaded
"What's going on." Omega querried, feeling cautious.
"You were right, he IS tall." one of the fillies said to another.
"Shush, he can hear us." another filly said.
"They wanted to see you, they heard about you, and you haven't met them yet, say hello to the Cutie Mark Crusaders, BYE." Pomega explained, levitating the 3 fillies off of his back and hauling flank out of there.
The crusaders looked up, up, up, at the tall man in front of them, it was one of the few instances in which they were silent.
"Hello, what are your names?" Omega asked, trying to make conversation.
"You're really tall Mister Omega." the one of them said.
"I asked you 3 a question, please answer it." Omega said, already knowing all of the events that were to take place due to his half-hearted brony-ism, but still wanting to get the formalities out of the way of the incoming shitstorm.
"I'm Applebloom, Applejack's little sister." the Applebloom answered in her cute drawl..
"I'm Sweetie Belle, Rarity's little sister." the Sweetie Belle responded, her voice a bit squeaky.
"I'm Scootaloo, you helped Rainbow Dash do the Sonic Rainboom." the Scootaloo replied, she reminded him of one of those 'What If?' scenarios where what if Omega and Xero, through the power of miracles, had a kid, she was cool.
"You know my name is Omega. I can tell you have a lot of questions, please, come in, I'll answer them all." Omega said, trying his best not to sound creepy, he knew what some ponies who didn't know the context of the situation might think about what was happening.
The CMC entered, Omega closed the door.
The interior decoration was done entirely by Omega himself, there was black background-red design templar cross wallpaper, the floor was white marble with carpeting place under and around furniture, the ceiling was also white, Omega liked it.
The CMC looked at everything, the center piece was a square of furniture, a chair on the bottom side, a 3 seated couch on the top side, another chair on the right side, a 2 seated couch on the left side, with an acid-proof black table in the middle, it looked really nice.
He pointed to the 3 seater, the CMC sat down, one on each cushion, Omega sat in the chair across from it.
"So, what do you want to know?" Omega asked, ironically posing a question for questions.
The crusaders breathed in deep.
"What's you full name? How can you stand on 2 legs? Why are you so tall? Why are you gray? Why don't you have legs and arms? Is your mane supposed to be dark red? Do you have a job? Blah, Blah Blah, Blah Blah? Have you met the princess?" the CMC asked in rapid succession.
"Omega, it's just Omega. I learned how to walk on 2 legs when I was young. Genetics. For my people it's normal. Also normal for my people. No, I know it used to be a different color, maybe brown or even blonde, but it was genetically re-engineered to become dark red. Now, I protect ponies, before, I used to do military stuff. Blah, Blah Blah Blah. No, I haven't met either of them." Omega answered quickly and unfalteringly, keeping control of his tongue was a skill that help him in more ways than one.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders stared at him, no adult pony had ever bothered to listen to them seriously, much less acknowledge any questions they asked, but Omega was different, maybe it was the 'Not Being a Pony' thing, but he listened to them.
"Any other questions?" Omega asked back.
"No." Applebloom said, mouth still agape.
"Okay then, do you want me to help you in getting your cutie marks?" Omega proposed, very sure of their response.
"Really, you would do that?" Sweetie asked unsurely.
"Yes, I am willing to help you in any way I can to get you those cutie marks." Omega added.
"ALRIGHT! Yeah! Omega, girls, c'mon, I have an idea." Scootaloo directed, the other 2 fillies and Omega stood up and left the house.
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Omega breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly, a manticore had attacked while on their way to his HQ, it was bad, because he had the CMC with him, and that complicated the killing option.
Even worse, it had grabbed the crusaders and flung them onto it's back.
"You son of a bitch, let them go!" Omega commanded, confidence unwavering.
It roared, he could tell it was a message of "Fuck you, don't tell me what to do."
Omega summoned the Sollun and rail mode shot it through the head several times with both fire and ice, when the energy was drained, he summoned the Retractor, charging forward, dodging its large paw, and stabbing it several times, the void acid dissolving about half of its massive body, not hesitating, he shot it with the Ballistic Nightmare gun and stabbed it with the claws, draining its bio-electric energy straight from its form, the manticore collapsed, exhausted, Omega put the barrel of the Joy Rider 1.00 cal SMG to its glabella, and fired.
4 rounds later, it was dead, he cleared up the body with some disintegration magic, and grabbed the crusaders, they held onto him for safety, the extra weight was no problem, he could lift a 2775 pound suit of armor with his whole body, he could handle the approximate 120 pounds combined weight of the scared fillies.
Dismissing his weapons, he made his way quickly and smoothly to his HQ, closing the blastproof door behind him he walked calmly to the living platform, he set the frightened crusaders down on the cool stone floor, they flinched, looking around.
"Where are we?" they asked simultaneously, still scared.
"My headquarters, I can assure you that nothing short of both princesses' combined magic blast could harm us now." Omega confidently comforted them, stroking their manes and drying their eyes of tears of fright.
"R-r-r-r-really?" Applebloom asked meekly.
"Really really." Omega reassured, chuckling at the childish phrase.
"So, we were g-going to have a crusaders' sleepover, but none of the Element Bearers would let us have it at their place, could, we, you know." Scootaloo explained with a trembling voice, all 3 of them were slowly but surely calming down.
"Say no more, of course you can have your sleepover here, I would love to have some company while I work." Omega accepted, already having found the file with the episode list and figured out which episode he was living through.
"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER SLEEPOVER, YAY!" the young trio exclaimed, their fears having been blown away by happiness.
"There are a couple of rules, just a couple." Omega continued, the excited fillies deflated and sighed.
"Rule 1: Don't try to open anything or approach the lava cage, you'll get hurt and I don't want, and I'm sure you don't want, for you to get a 'Getting Hurt' cutie mark. Rule 2: Do what you want, have fun, but feel free to ask me for help if you need it." Omega listed, the fillies were excited, the parameters of these rules practically meant no rules at all.
"Now get crusading." Omega directed, the small trio jumped up in the air, triple-brohoofed, and went about their usual crusading business.
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The night went on peacefully, the crusaders couldn't break anything because it was all too heavy and durable, the only interfaces were digitally accessed, and the 4 energy boxes, 1 dark red, 1 purple, 1 white, 1 blue, were made of translucent forcefield energy, Omega, deciding he needed something to keep him calm, afraid that the cute little fillies would get themselves hurt, made some fine cigarettes, setting the mass fabricator to the precise settings, he made ones that would produce little smoke but a lot of sensory stimulation, he didn't want the trio to become 'Cutie Mark Crusaders: Cancer Patients'
Morning came with little downtime, the crusaders snuggled up in the guest bed he spent a few minutes constructing, they looked peaceful, he tapped some ashes into his warp system, which would break the ashes down into base elements, and strode away to his own bed, laying down and dozing off.
He was awoken by the feeling of whipped cream being sprayed into his hand, and then a quill tickling his nose, he simply licked his hand clean, scratching his nose with his other hand, he turned to look at the crusaders, sheepish smiles on their tiny faces, he got up, grabbing them in his magical field, he held them in place, and tickled them.
Their various forms of laughter filled the cave, Omega laughed, the crusaders squirmed and tried to get free from his tickling grasp, but his bright red magic held strong, he felt that the fillies' punishment was enough when their laughter became labored, placely them gently on the ground.
"Now, we learned something today, we learned that you shouldn't try to prank Omega, or you'll get tickled." Omega comically sarcastically assessed, he practically tasted the bullshit coming out of his mouth.
"O-o-oka-a-a-ay, Ome-e-ega." Scootaloo managed to get out, her breathing slowly regulating itself.
"Alright, now then, do you want me to take you back to town, or do you feel like you could do it own your own?" Omega offered, even though he would take them to town anyway, he still showed a respect of the crusaders' decisions, an important part of gaining a child's trust.
"Please take us to town, I don't feel safe in the forest." Applebloom admitted, Sweetie and Scoots nodding in agreement.
"Alright, grab ahold of me." Omega said, moving his hands out of the way, the crusaders grasped onto him, Scootaloo on one shoulder, Sweetie Belle on the other, Applebloom on his chest, he could still breath no problem, even with the added pressure.
He made his way smoothly and speedily to town, no beasts bothering him today, probably the beast news on the beast grapevine passed through about him killing a Demolibber. They reached the streets with no trouble, even the townsfolk had no problem with the CMC mounted on his body, he was a well trusted citizen of the town and as long as the CMC weren't destroying anything, life was better than it already was.
Letting the little ones direct him, he moved economically, his movements guided by purpose, he came upon a treehouse, he realized that he had progressed on the episode list faster than expected.
"This is our clubhouse, we're preparing for a talent show coming up soon, and we need ideas on what to do, we were brainstorming on it." they explained, jumping off of his body, landing in a circle, they brought a list of ideas out of the treehouse, placing it on the ground with a few weights to keep it in place, they began to craft a master plan.
Omega went over many things, other situations to act out rather than that horrid song, he hated it, it was a stain on the CMC's reputation, and not one that would be easily ignored, he went over his logs, his... pre-humous logs, he found the perfect scenario.
The 'Terminate XV' mission.
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Going over the whole thing again, toning it down significantly, replace bloody deaths with disintegrations, the horrible XV fight with something less drawn out and violent, and generally making the whole thing more acceptable.
Applebloom, having a yellow coat and being smarter than the other 2 fillies, would play Askad.
Sweetie Belle, with her magic power, though limited, would play as Kary-08.
Scootaloo, being a pegasus and being faster than the other 2 fillies, would play Xero.
Omega, being himself, would play as himself, Omega.
They practiced until Scoots could practically mimic Xero's voice, Sweetie could shape a magic bolt in her sleep, and Applebloom could practically feel the false message she had on her yellow lensed glasses. Omega simply went over his logs, remembering what he had all said on the mission.
They were ready.
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The play was amazing, everypony, even Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash cheered for the crusaders, it had been a town-wide talent show, since the school-only one was cancelled, and being the last act of the night, they blew the other performers the hell out of dodge, and furthermore, off the whole damn map. First prize wasn't even surprising, but it was still great.
They had even done the Omega vs. XV fight, though on a much smaller battefield and also less violent and graphic.
The other prizes were passed out to their earners, everypony had cleared out, leaving the 3 mares that corresponded to the 3 fillies.
"That was awesome Scoots." Dash praised, Scootaloo felt on top of the world.
Applejack and Rarity gave their sisters their own praises, the night was great.
But also a failure, the crusaders had not recieved the cutie marks they had been planning on recieving, or any cutie marks at all, they closed this path of destiny and moved on, Omega was disappointed, he hoped that they would find their marks with this much higher quality production, but you can't win them all, he sighed, accepting the loss, but not defeat, he never accepted defeat.
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A few weeks passed, the events of A Dog and Pony show, Green isn't your color, Over a barrel, and A bird in the hoof had passed, Omega solving a decreasing amount of problems with violence, only doing so when he was mad, or when the pony or other such being deserved it or was a threat.
He was helping the CMC again, this time in finding the Mane 6, the other members of New Bolverk Squad had their comms shut off.
Omega and the three little fillies were subjected to listening to the life stories of all of the Mane 6, ending with Rainbow Dash and hugs, Omega hugged all 9 of the ponies, his own mind was influenced by the peace, as the ponies' minds were influenced by the violence, but were slowly going back to normal.
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A week passed, Twilight gaining a new friend, a pet owl whom she name Owlowisious, and Pinkie Pie having her birthday and the birthday of her pet alligator Gummy on the same day, resulting in some difficulty moving her to her own party.
Nothing new was happening, the day seemed to both take forever and go by in a flash.
Omega and the Mane 6 were now getting ready, it was time for...
The Grand Galloping Gala.
"What could possibly go wrong" Omega said, immediately facepalming at uttering the equivalent of begging for fate to shit all over you.
These weren't his famous last words, far from them.
His famous last words would be a battle-cry, and he wasn't anywhere near battling, no, battling wouldn't take place anywhere near here.
The battling would be taking place in Canterlot.