BONUS: Discord’s Plan (For DisQord Continuum Readers)
The coronation of the two Alicorn sisters was in full celebration. Every pony gathered in the center of what would become their new castle. It was a day of joy for all. Had they looked up at the sky, they would have only seen the sun and a shiny blue sky staring back at them. Not the two pairs of eyes that were staring straight at them two hundred miles above them.
In orbit above their new colony, two figures floated lazily amongst the wreckage of the Windigos’ sphere watching the festivities.
“It would appear that we have failed,” the blonde-haired figure sighed.
“I don’t think that we did Q,” the other figure with brown hair and a rather large nose answered with a look of chaotic glee. “We set out to eliminate a potential threat to the continuum. And now there are but a few small handfuls of ponies leftover, and they’re stuck on some backwater planet with no means of escape. I would say that we’ve achieved our goals. They no longer pose a threat to us.”
“Don’t they?” the blonde Q interjected. “We’ve seen how powerful they can get. We’ve seen that their ability to understand and use their powers is increasing. It’s best we simply eliminate the rest now and be done with it.”
“Come now Q, are we no better than humans?”
The blonde Q shuddered. “Perish the thought!” he said. “Those creatures kill their own like it were sport! “Which of them are killing the other at the moment?”
“I believe it’s the Romans’ turn,” Q replied, rolling his eyes.
“Remind me to eliminate them next!”
“You can’t just get rid of a species because they don’t suit you,” Q commented. “Besides, we can have so much more fun if we don’t!” Q chuckled as he entertained possible trials and tests he could put those humans through.
“You find everything fun Q,” the blonde Q said dismissively. “We’ll hold off the human question until they start venturing too far for their own good. Now what are we to do with these leftovers?” He looked down at the celebration, imagining squishing the entire city like an anthill.
A large grin spread wide across Q’s face. “I suppose I can always pop in on them from time to time and make sure they’re behaving; put a little chaos in their lives as it were.”
“I still say eliminate the lot of them,” said the blonde Q coldly. “But do what you will. I won’t stop you. Just remember that means they’ll be your responsibility Q. If the continuum has to step in, you’ll be living inside an asteroid for the next hundred million years or so!”
“You worry too much, Q,” the brown-haired Q laughed. “I know just the trick to keep those ponies in line.
The blonde Q was interested now. “I wonder what shape you’ll take to greet them. You’ve always had a flare for the dramatic.”
Q smiled as he began to transform. “I think a little chaos now and again will be good medicine for them, so I’ll bring them a nice heap of discord.
As he spoke, his shape slowly took shape. His head resembled a goat with horns from two other animals; his legs had one hoofed foot and one dragon’s leg. Every part of him consisted of a different animal in one way or another.
The blonde Q started laughing as he looked over this new form. “Ha! Like I said Q: flare for the dramatic!”
Discord laughed along with him as he admired his new appearance in a mirror that appeared in front of him. “You know, I rather like this form. Chaos really does suit me.”
The blonde Q gazed around at the wreckage of the Windigos ship. “Fascinating, this species. They sacrificed everything they are to technology in order to achieve perfection, and in the end, they succeed in losing everything. Why did you choose to use this race and in their current state, knowing what they become?”
Discord looked back at the blonde Q. “They were just right for the job I think,” he replied. “They were able to do what we needed, without getting any understanding of our powers.”
“But should they ever learn about those particles, they could become more of a threat than the ponies ever were!” The blonde Q gave Discord a very serious look of concern.
Discord merely smiled back at him. “Which is why I prevented them from contacting any of their people during this whole little exercise. Anything they may have learned, they couldn’t have shared.”
The blonde Q was still unconvinced. “We need to be careful. Just remember, this is the species that started it all. The origin of the Borg Collective itself: Species 001!”