Chapter 37: Bad Cider
El Lunes por la noche
Sweetie Belle levitated a bag of ice over her black eye, and another over a sprained ankle, both complements of Rainbow Dash. Fortunately the sprain wasn't too bad and with the first aid brought up from room service coupled with a day's rest, she would be as good as new in the morning.
“I can’t believe you twisted my ankle like that,” whimpered Sweetie Belle. Now I feel bad about shooting Sovereign.
“I can’t believe you’re still alive! What happened?!” asked Apple Bloom.
“Yeah, from what Apple Bloom described, you should have been zerg chow at the bottom of a pit! Not that I’m ungrateful but, but what happened?!” asked Scootaloo barely containing her excitement and curiosity.
“So much crazy stuff I don’t know where to begin,” said Sweetie Belle. “For one thing, I somehow used magic I didn’t know I had to stop my fall. Then I was captured by these zerg who kept me prisoner for a few days.”
“Why didn’t they eat you?” asked Jet Stream.
“They let me live a long as I kept singing for them,” said Sweetie Belle.
“You’re making that up,” accused Scootaloo.
“No it’s true. The only reason I escaped is because these reapers showed up. The mare leading them was trying to kill me for some reason, but she was betrayed by her own men and left to die.” said Sweetie Belle.
“Wow! I wonder who that could have been,” said Apple Bloom glaring at Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash smiled nervously. “Yeah… that might have been me. My bad.”
Sweetie Belle suddenly recognized her voice. “It was you! You’re the one I saved at the refinery. I moved your body before it exploded. I can’t believe it. I save your life and you repay me by twisting my ankle!” shouted Sweetie Belle.
“That was you who moved me?” asked Rainbow Dash. “I guess I owe you one.”
“You owe me two now!” responded Sweetie Belle.
“Well what happened after that?!” asked Apple Bloom.
“I got abducted for ghost training, and sent to Korhal,” said Sweetie Belle.
“You’re a ghost?!” asked Jet Stream. “That is so awesome! Man, I wish they didn’t take away our weapons, I’d love to see your ghost suit.”
“It’s not as cool as you’d think,” said Sweetie Belle. “They opened up my brain, put an inhibitor inside to suppress my memories. But Sovereign helped me turn it off and we escaped the academy together.”
“Who is Sovereign?” asked Apple Bloom.
“He’s my boyfriend,” replied Sweetie Belle.
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom gasped. “What’s he like! Tell us everything?” demanded Apple Bloom.
“Hold on, I want to hear what happened next,” said Scootaloo. “But umm… we’re definitely getting back to that later.”
“Well… not much to say after that. We spent two months together hiding out on Korhal, I guess that’s when we started getting close,” said Sweetie Belle. “Then he got kidnapped by some crazy DI agent who wanted to have his babies.”
Rainbow Dash burst out into laughter. “Wow, you sure know how to pick em.”
“Well it wasn’t his fault. They wanted a Khalai to breed with her or something like that,” explained Sweetie Belle.
“You’re dating a Khalai!?” asked Jet Stream. “You’re a ghost! You’re supposed to kill those guys. The only thing that would be weirder is if he were a Dark Templar.” Sweetie Belle smiled and blushed. Her friend looked at her in shock.
“Like I said… you sure know how to pick em,” said Rainbow Dash.
“Then what happened?!” shouted Scootaloo.
Sweetie Belle decided to leave out the part where Sovereign cheated on her. In light of new information, she concluded it wasn’t really his fault, and didn’t want her friends becoming too judgmental.
“Well, I was on my way to kill the mare who tried to steal my boyfriend. But with DI coming after us, we had to accept her help to get off world. She got us tickets to Cadia, so we ran for it. We arrived just earlier this morning,” finished Sweetie Belle.
“Wait, why was DI chasing after you?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Well, besides the fact I was a rogue ghost on the run with my Dark Templar lover… I kind of… sort of…” Sweetie Belle took a deep breath for what she was about to say. “Remember that attack on Korhal?”
“That was you?!” accused Scootaloo.
“Yeah… it was,” said Sweetie Belle. “I was sort of manipulated into it by another ghost named Twilight Sparkle.”
“Twilight Sparkle is involved in this?!” shouted Rainbow Dash.
“You know her?!” asked Sweetie Belle.
“Yeah, she’s the reason we’re here!” said Rainbow Dash.
“Rainbow Dash if you don’t mind… can I read your mind? I’m kind of curious as to what’s going on,” requested Sweetie Belle.
“Yeah I do mind,” said Rainbow Dash. “And don’t even try it, reapers are trained to resist that stuff.”
“I noticed,” said Sweetie Belle.
“What, I didn’t get that training!” complained Scootaloo.
“You never finished squirt,” said Rainbow Dash. “I suppose I’ll have to teach you that too.”
“Well if you girls don’t mind, can I read yours? I’d really like to know what’s been going on with you,” requested Sweetie Belle.
“Sure, I got nothing to hide,” said Apple Bloom.
“Go ahead,” said Scootaloo. “Though just to warn you… you might not like everything you see.”
“I think I can handle it,” said Sweetie Belle.
“If it’s alright with you, I think I’ll pass on the mind reading,” said Jet Stream.
“Very well,” said Sweetie Belle honoring her privacy.
A few minutes passed and Sweetie Belle completed her reading of Apple Bloom. “They’re… dead?” asked Sweetie Belle.
“Yeah… I’m sorry Sweetie,” said Apple Bloom.
Sweetie Belle sighed heavily having been informed of her parents fate. “I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised. I’ll have to assume Twilight had something to do with that. I can’t see who else would want my parents out of the picture.”
“You sure are taking this pretty well,” said Scootaloo.
“I’ve had nothing but bad news these last few months. I already suspected it… I guess this was just reality finally setting in,” said Sweetie Belle. “You girls showing up is the best news I’ve had in a long time. I don’t want to ruin it just because I confirmed something I already knew. Scootaloo… I’m so sorry about your father. But from what I just saw of Apple Bloom
s mind, she’s been regretting it every day. You’re all she’s thought about ever since you were hospitalized back home.”
“Yeah… I know…” said Scootaloo. She was starting to feel bad now about the way she treated Apple Bloom after the ice house incident. “I guess I’m next then huh? Let’s get this over with.”
Sweetie Belle began reading Scootaloo’s mind next. She was shocked by all the horrors she experienced in the Ice House. Almost being devoured by zerg. Being forced to fight for her life to entertain the guards. Almost being violated on her first day. But something seems so… strange about her mind. It was fuzzy, as if it wasn’t all there. Sweetie Belle decided to keep that to herself for now.
“Well… I guess we’re up to speed now,” said Sweetie Belle.
“Not yet we aren’t, what about Sovereign!? And that crazy mare you were talking about, is she here too?” asked Scootaloo.
“Sovereign is…”
“Is he hot?!” asked Apple Bloom.
“If he’s a trained Dark Templar, he’s got to know some really cool stuff,” said Scootaloo.
“He can be a bit… clumsy at times,” said Sweetie Belle. “And sometimes…” Sweetie Belle didn’t want to use the word stupid. “…inexperienced in matters. But he is a really nice guy, and he’s shown he cares about me.”
“Have you two… you know,” asked Rainbow Dash.
“We tried but he couldn’t quite perform that night,” said Sweetie Belle. She immediately regretted mentioning that. “Please don’t tell him I told you that!” Sovereign isn’t going to be happy about this.
“Wow… again, you really know how to pick em,” said Rainbow Dash. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”
Sweetie Belle’s face lit bright red at the accusation. “I… don’t see why that’s your concern.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Rainbow Dash.
“It’s not a big deal,” said Apple Bloom looking down at her hooves.
“You too?!” asked Rainbow Dash. “Wow, you guys are lame!”
“Hey I’m not a virgin!” corrected Scootaloo.
“Of course you aren’t you aren’t a virgin, you’ve been to prison,” said Apple Bloom.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” shouted Scootaloo. The other mares started laughing at her.
“So seriously. Two months on Korhal, and nothing happened between you two?” asked Rainbow Dash. “Come on, how is that even possible? I got laid on the way to the Ice House, and that trip was only two days.”
Jet Stream covered her ears, “I really don’t want to know about what happened between you and that captain sis. I really don’t."
“Well I didn’t see him that way at the time,” said Sweetie Belle. “Not every mare gives it up on the second day.”
“But the second month? Are you sure he’s into mares? Any straight stallion I knew would have said goodbye after the second week if he didn’t get any action,” said Rainbow Dash.
“He’s not like that!” shouted Sweetie Belle. “He’s a nice guy who...” Sweetie Belle suddenly remembered the Twilight situation. “…who… treats mares with respect,” she said forcing herself to finish that sentence. It was his first time outside of the Khala. He didn’t know what he was doing.
“It was fun reminiscing, but I’m starving,” said Scootaloo. “Room service is all expense paid right? Let’s run up some expenses and get some food up here!” she demanded. In agreement, the mares ordered themselves some dinner, and enjoyed the rest of their reunion night.
Sabado
A well-dressed earth pony stallion made his way to the ship's bridge. He was dressed in a full brown suit, befitting that of an accountant, which blended in with his brown fur coat, slightly darker brown mane, and brown eyes. In his robotic hand was a clipboard with some reports he needed to give to his superior. As he entered the bridge, he saw the Prophet staring out into the abyss as she always does.
“Madam Prophet, we’ve received word from Queen Bee. Her piece of technology is now finished. Also our contact within the Dominion say’s that their piece of the technology will soon be in our hooves as well. We need only the location, and we can begin the expedition. The stallion with the location is currently residing on Cadia. For the greater good, we will be keeping a close eye on him until its time to retrieve his knowledge,” he said.
The Prophet turned around screamed with joy. “Finally! I can’t believe it! We’ve been funding that research for so long! This is so exciting! And everything thought I was crazy when I said I wanted to fund Queen Bee’s research, but who is crazy now huh! Who is crazy now! We’re almost ready to start the expedition!”
Not many governments were too interested nowadays in exploring alien ruins. There was once a time when the hunt for artifacts was a top priority for all factions in the sector. But as wars broke out, most factions turned their attention towards one another, and relied more on original research and development to further their own technological advancements. The Prophet on the other hand knew there were far more dangerous things in this sector than zerg and other ponies. The greater good demands that someone find these long forgotten terrors, as well as a way to keep them from returning.
“We can prepare to fund an expedition within the month,” said the accountant.
“No Mr. Penny Pincher. If we’re going to do this. We’re going to need the best archaeologist to ever live. I mean the bestest best super ultra-extreme best! A mare who’s shown time and time again she isn’t afraid of anything!” demanded the Prophet.
“Madam Prophet, she’s not real,” informed Penny Pincher.
“We’ll see about that. Did you make the interior alterations to the ship?” asked the Prophet.
Mr. Penny Pincher sighed deeply and looked through his clipboard. “We have installed the axes that fly across the hallway, along with the trap door that leads to a fiery pit. We couldn’t find any ceiling mounted crocodiles because they don’t exist in this sector, so we’re using ceiling mounted zerglings instead. We’ve installed the giant blade that swings from the ceiling across the hall, as well as the arrow launch tubes, all topped off with spikes that come out of the floor, leading to a slowly closing set of blast doors.”
“Excellent news! Now we just need to retrieve our targets, and we can get this expedition on its way!” announced the Prophet.
“And how exactly do we plan to get her?” asked Mr. Penny Pincher. “I don’t think Shining Armor let’s just anyone kidnap his wife.”
As Mr. Penny Pincher said that, music starting playing on the intercom. No doubt another one of the Prophets shenanigans.
“There is only one stallion crazy enough to take on Shining Armor. If we’re taking on the best, we need to hire the best!” said the Prophet. Lyrics started being sang through the intercom.
I want to tell you a story
About a friend I've had
He's a mean killer zebra and he's superbad
So grab onto your seats
And hang on tight
While I tell you a story about Striped Dynamite
The doors leading to the bridge began to open, and a loud low voice said, “Did I just hear some sorry ass cracker stallion needs an ass wuppin?” The stallion who just entered was a tall and muscular zebra. His mane was done up in an afro, a bright blue leisure suit dotted with rhinestones and a mustache roughly the size and shape of a croissant. He stood on two legs with precision gloves, gripping a revolver in one hand and nunchucks in the other.
“This is Striped Dynamite, if anyone can get this job done, it’s him,” announced the Prophet.
Penny Pincher sighed. “Madam Prophet, I don’t think his stallion can-”
Before he could speak further, the zebra grabbed Mr. Penny Pincher, slammed him to the ground, and stomped on his rib. “Ain’t no stallion alive who questions Striped Dynamites capabilities and walks away without an ass wupping. Ya dig?”
“I dig…” said Penny Pincher.
“Give Striped Dynamite a ship and some stallions, and he'll get your fine ass mare.” The zebra looks at the screen to see a picture of his target, princess Stage Stone Hoof. “Umm hmm, Striped Dynamite might help himself to some of that as well.”
“No!” shouted the Prophets. “I’ve seen every Daring Do movie, and Daring Do doesn’t sleep with Zebras!”
“Damn, that’s cold mare! Fine, Striped Dynamite will be a gentlemen. When does Striped Dynamite leave?” asked the zebra.
“Immediately,” said Penny Pincher now back on his feet. “It has to be on the day of the execution. Take one of cruisers and retrieve Mrs. Stone Hoof intact. Once she is in your possession, meet us at the designated coordinates.
“No! We take the whole fleet!” demanded the Prophet.
“Does this mean the hunt for our Dark Templar friend is over?” asked Penny Pincher.
“The greater good demands it!” said the Prophet. “And I don’t argue with the greater good.” She didn't like the idea of trusting Starsong to hand over the Dark Templar should he find her, but more important duties called. She couldn't ignore them over personal matters.
“We could leave a couple of cruisers behind,” suggested Mr. Penny Pincher.
“Good idea! No need to ever completely let a Dark Templar out of our sights. Also order the nearest fleet to continue the search on our behalf. The rest of us going to Cadia! But first... play that song again. Minion, play the song!”
“Yes Madam Prophet!” said a crewmen wearing an obviously fake mustache.
“Wait a minute...” said the Prophet as she approached the crewmen. “You look really familiar. You look just like minion number 42 who I had thrown out the air lock for forgetting my monologue.”
The stallion started to sweat nervously. “I’m his cousin… minion number 42A. There is a deep family resemblance,” lied the stallion.
The crewman gulped, then simply smiled nervously at the Prophet. She stared at the crewman, her eyes slowly narrowing, holding a glare on him for several seconds as he held his nervous smile and continued sweating. Finally she broke the silence with an, “Okie Dokie Lokie,” and backed away. The stallion gave a sigh of relief, but then she suddenly appeared in front of him again. She held her glare for just a second longer, then slowly backed off again.
Penny Pincher pulled her aside to ask, “Madam Prophet, are you certain we can’t just hire an actual archaeologist? This method of kidnapping movie actors, and resocializing them to think they’re their actual movie personas has been showing some very unfavorable results lately.
“You worry too much. Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” assured the Prophet. “This guy actually does his own stunts. The plan’s foolproof.”
El Lunes por la noche
Sovereign and Rain Sight arrived at the “Bar and Grill” wondering what exactly they would find inside. It seems the only things they had to eat were different variety of steaks and burgers. Not knowing what either were, they each just ordered the same thing.
“Anything to drink?” asked the waitress.
Sovereign spoke first. “I’ll take a-”
“No alcohol!” demanded Rain Sight.
“Water…” finished Sovereign.
“Same here,” said Rain Sight.
There was some awkward silence between the two. The entire day had been one depressing event after another, and no one really knew what to say. After several minutes, Sovereign decided to get something out in the open.
“Sweetie Belle is considering having us go through with it,” said Sovereign.
“Through with what?” asked Rain Sight.
“You know what,” said Sovereign.
Rain Sight went silent for a moment. It was rather out of the blue, but it was something they should discuss. “How do you feel about it? I don’t think you want to cheat on Sweetie Belle.”
“She’s fine with that it seems. It’s the foal we’re worried about,” responded Sovereign. “What happens between the three of us? I’m fairly certain there isn’t room for three ponies in this relation.”
“Well… how do you feel about being a father?” asked Rain Sight.
“I have no idea,” said Sovereign. “One thing is for sure though, we aren’t handing it over to DI.”
“We’ve already discussed that Sovereign. In this sector of space, it’s doomed to join some military branch or another. Especially if it comes out a stallion,” said Rain Sight.
“So you just want to hand it over, not even put up a fight?” asked Sovereign.
“Of course not but… well what do you want to do with it? If I hid and kept the foal with me, would you be there to help? Would your own child ever see you? Would it grow up wondering why dad ran out on mom because he was in love with another mare?” asked Rain Sight.
“Well… let’s look at our options. You can raise it on your own. We can both raise it together. Or I can raise it alongside Sweetie Belle. Final option is handing it over,” said Sovereign.
“Do you really think Sweetie Belle would be up for that?” asked Rain Sight. “Raising a child she knows isn’t hers?”
“To be honest, I think she would,” said Sovereign. “But would you be willing to give up if she did?”
Rain Sight’s heart sank. “I… I don’t know. That’s a tall order giving up a child. At that point, it would be happier just growing up thinking Sweetie Belle was the mother. It would never see me, never know I even existed.”
“That is asking a lot,” admitted Sovereign. “But as long as I’m in Twilight's grasp, she’ll never leave you alone.
Rain Sight started to rub her chin. If Sovereign were to disappear, Twilight would have no use for me anymore.
“What was that?” asked Sovereign.
“What?” asked Rain Sight.
“You were thinking about something. Do you have a plan?” asked Sovereign.
“I was just thinking about… if that thing over there is a steak,” she said pointing to the waitress bringing two plates their way.
“Here you go, two sizzled steaks well done,” said the waitress.
The two ponies looked down at their dishes, somewhat confused at what they were looking at. Naturally they both started to prod at the hunks of burnt flesh. Sovereign pushed down on his with the fork and noticed juices squeezing out of it. “Is that normal?” he asked.
Rain Sight put on the gloves provided by the restaurant and stabbed into it with the fork, but the steak did not easily come apart.
Sovereign looked around and noticed another stallion using the steak knife and fork to cut off a piece of the flesh, so he did the same. “Oh, that’s how you do it.”
Rain Sight did the same, and sliced off a piece. Both of them looked their forks with the meaty chunks of flesh at the end, dripping with juices. “Well… here goes nothing I guess,” said Rain Sight as the two ponies ate the flesh.
Sovereign’s eyes widened as the flesh touched his tongue. He then smiled and said, “This stuff is amazing!” He looked over to the waitress and asked, “Miss, what kind of plant is this?!” rather loudly. The entire bar and grill broke into a round of laughter. He could hear some of the snickering locals whispering, “pfft, tourist.”
Rain Sight’s eyes on the other hand filled with tears of disgust. She quickly let the meat fall out of her mouth back onto the plate. “That’s disgusting!” she said.
The round of laughter suddenly died as the entire bar and grill looked at the two. The waitress quickly picked up the plate and shouted, “Get the hell out of here, now!”
Martes media noche
Despite the late hour, all the mares in the suite were wide awake. They were well fed, full of cheer, and only mildly intoxicated, with the exception of perhaps Rainbow Dash who was a heavy drinker when she wanted to be. Then Rain Sight walked in looking rather depressed.
“So is that the baby maker coming after your stallion?” asked Rainbow Dash. “I’ll take care of her if you want.”
“No, she’s actually really nice when you get to know her,” said Sweetie Belle. Sweetie quickly noticed she was by herself and asked, “Umm… Rain Sight, where is Sovereign?”
“He’s in jail… until Thursday. We’ll have to post bail in the morning,” she replied.
“What?! What happened?! Did you let him drink again! You know I was kidding when I said don’t help if he does something stupid right?!” shouted Sweetie Belle.
“Hey I know you!” said Jet Stream. “You were with that crippled unicorn earlier.”
Rain Sight rose an eyebrow. “I wasn’t with anyone crippled.” She then recognized the cyan mare who knocked over Sovereign earlier. “I remember you! You’re that rude bitch who called Sovereign a gimp!”
Rainbow Dash face palmed and looked over at Sweetie Belle. “You’re dating a disabled pony? Wow, you sure have low standards.”
“It’s not like that!” she shouted. “But wait, why is he in jail?!”
“We had a disagreement with the locals. Sovereign got in a fight at the bar and grill,” said Rain Sight.
“Damn it! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you to take him to a bar!” shouted Sweetie Belle.
“It’s not what you think! He wasn't drunk!” countered Rain Sight. “I kind of pissed everybody off. They told us to leave, Sovereign got into an argument, the argument turned into a fight. Next thing you know, he’s knocked out five stallions. The militia show up, tazered him and beat him mercilessly before sending him off to jail.”
“What did you do to piss everyone off?” asked Apple Bloom.
“All I did was spit out their food. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” said Rain Sight.
“You ate flesh?” asked Scootaloo.
“No, I tried to eat flesh. It was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted. Anyway, I’ll go get him on Thursday.” Rain Sight looked at all the vegetables on the table. “I… didn’t really get to eat. Mind if I get some of that before I go to bed?”
Jueves por la mañana
“So how was prison?” asked Rain Sight as she escorted her husband home.
“It was jail, not prison. Nothing too terrible. They had excellent flesh by the way. The hands especially,” said Sovereign.
“I can’t believe you eat that crap!” said Sweetie Belle.
“Give me a break, I was hungry for hands!” replied Sovereign.
“Anyway, we have some guest we’re sharing the suite with. They’re friends of mine, so please try to get along with them,” begged Sweetie Belle.
The three ponies entered the suite and were immediately met by the four curious mares who had been dying to meet Sweetie Belle's boyfriend.
“So… everyone… this is Sovereign,” she said nervously.
“Hi Sovereign,” was all Jet Stream had to say.
“Hi, and sorry about knocking you over and calling you a gimp earlier,” said Rainbow Dash.
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom however started snickering. “Umm… what’s so funny?” asked Sovereign.
“It’s nothing,” said Apple Bloom. “Hey Sweetie Belle. Why didn’t you tell us he looks like your dad?”
“What?!” shouted Sweetie Belle.
“I do?” asked Sovereign.
Rainbow Dash started to snicker as well. “He does?” she asked.
“No he doesn’t!” argued Sweetie Belle.
“Actually I can see it Sweetie,” said Scootaloo. “If he changed his mane color to brown, he’d look just like your dad would around your age.”
Sovereign had been seeing nothing but white the last few days, which had been having a subconscious effect on his light bending. Over the last few days, he had slowly been shifting the color of the light around himself to match his environment. This caused him appear to have a whitish colored fur, instead of his natural grey fur. This was mostly likely a Dark Templar camouflage technique Sovereign had not yet mastered, as he was still rather inexperienced with void magic. The changes had been so subtle that Sweetie Belle, Rain Sight and Sovereign never noticed it until Sweetie Belle’s friends pointed it out.
“Shut up!” shouted Sweetie Belle. "He doesn't look like my dad!"
“Sweetie Belle it’s not a big deal,” said Rain Sight. “It’s natural for a lot of people to seek out spouses that remind them of their parents.”
“You mean I remind you of your father?” asked Sovereign.
“Eww, no that’s disgusting!” shouted Rain Sight.
“I know, so shut up about it!” demanded Sweetie Belle.
“Well to be honest Sweetie… sometimes you remind me of Zamara, I kind of… really liked that about you,” said Sovereign.
Sweetie Belle's jaw dropped when he said that. She let out an ear splitting scream and ran to her room.
“I think I should talk to her,” said Sovereign.
Apple Bloom grabbed him by the shoulder then said, “She’s just being a drama queen. Come hang out with us for the day Sovereign.”
“Yeah,” said Scootaloo trying to hold back her laughter. “We’d really like to get to know you better.”
“That sounds fun,” said Sovereign. “What do you want to do?”
“Shopping,” they both said with a sinister smile.
Jueves por la noche
A few hours later Sweetie Belle heard the sound of the door opening to the suite, and assumed her friends had come home. She had finally calmed down and was ready to apologize to her friends for overreacting. “Guys, I’m really sorry. I think I might have-” Sweetie Belle was cut off by a horrifying sight.
“Hey Sweetie. I’m glad to see you’re out of the room finally. I was getting worried about you,” said Sovereign.
Sweetie Belle’s eye twitched in disbelief at what she was seeing. Sovereign was wearing a straw hat, a blue shirt with yellow, white and blue flowers, and a fake brown mustache. “What… what in the emperor’s name are you wearing?”
“Oh this? Your friends picked it out for me. I know it’s out of season, but they said I really pulled it off. I wasn’t so sure about the mustache, but they said you were into that,” answered Sovereign.
Sweetie Belle looked over to the other crusaders who were doing everything they could to contain their laughter. She then looked back at Sovereign. “Do you have to do everything people tell you to do!? What the hell is the matter with you?! Are you that incredibly stupid!? Are you some kind of colt stallion (man child)?! You know what!? I’m tired of being your mother! Go screw Rain Sight, I don’t care! Just don’t talk to me!” Sweetie Belle again retreated to her room more angry than ever. It seemed she had learned to control her power to a degree, as the entire hotel was not rioting at the moment.
Sovereign was shocked. “Did I do something?” he asked. “I don’t understand,” he said as a tear actually started to form. “I just wanted to make her happy. You said this would help to cheer her up.”
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom weren’t laughing anymore. Scootaloo put a hoof on Sovereigns shoulder and said, “Sovereign. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was Apple Bloom's fault.”
“What!?” said Apple Bloom.
“She’s very sorry, and she’s going to do everything in her power to fix this,” assured Scootaloo.
“Wait a minute!” said Apple Bloom.
“I know you’ll do your best Apple Bloom, good luck,” finished Scootaloo as she ran off.
Apple Bloom and Sovereign were now left alone. “Umm… Sovereign…” said Apple Bloom.
Sovereign wiped a tear and said, “Yeah?”
Apple Bloom felt horrible over what had happened, though she didn’t know what to do or say. What do Big Mac and Applejack always
do whenever they need to make someone feel better? “I think what you need is a drink,” said Apple Bloom. “Got any hard cider around?”
Viernes por la mañana
Apple Bloom laid happily in bed. She had never woken up feeling this cheerful before. She rubbed her head against a furry wall of flesh and smiled. Then came the feeling of a hoof wrapping around her. Her eyes immediately shot open as she remembered, somewhat, what had happened last night. She really wished she didn't.
She quickly pushed Sovereign away, waking him up in the process. The room was dead with silence as they realized what they had done. Apple Bloom’s eyes were wide open as she stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Sure she had fun, but now that the moment was over, reality had started to set in. “I think we had a little too much to drink last night.”
Sovereign laid in bed beside her, his also eyes always wide open staring up at the ceiling. “I agree. That really should not have happened.”
“But it did,” said Apple Bloom. The two of them started getting dressed. “I think the mature thing to do would be to…”
“Come clean and let Sweetie Belle know?” asked Sovereign.
“Lie about this for the rest of our lives,” corrected Apple Bloom. “It happened once, and it’ll never happen again.”
“I can agree with that last part,” said Sovereign. “But I’m not much of a liar,”
“You are now!” demanded Apple Bloom. “Sweetie Belle is one of the most kind and gentle mares I know, and I don’t want to hurt her. She is also insane! If she finds out about this, we’re both dead. She’ll pull our entrails out through our rectums if she finds out what we did!”
“So take this to our graves then?” asked Sovereign.
“Unless you’re looking for an early grave, yes that exactly,” said Apple Bloom. “But just out of curiosity… how was I?” she asked nervously, her face now blushing.
“Not bad for a first timer,” said Sovereign. “Especially considering how drunk you were.”
“It was that bad?” she asked.
“No I said-” began Sovereign.
“You said you could tell it was my first time,” said Apple Bloom who sounded like she was hurt.
Wow, mares are difficult, thought Sovereign. He figured now was a good time to practice lying again. “It’s not that… I just read your mind and-” Sovereign was interrupted by a hoof to the face.
“You don’t read a mares mind without asking!” warned Apple Bloom.
Ok I'm in dangerous territory. At the risk of upsetting her further, Sovereign simply said, “Well… I’ll be going now.”
“You’re just walking out?!” asked Apple Bloom.
“Well yeah. You said we aren’t going to talk about this,” he replied.
“I know! But… you’re just going to walk out like that? You’re being a bit disrespectful don’t you think?” accused Apple Bloom.
Sovereign had never been so confused. He tried digging into his millennia’s of knowledge, but found nothing useful that could relate to this situation. Either the connection to the Khala prevented these kinds of situations from happening in the first place, or thousands of lifetimes of stallions still haven’t figured out what goes on in the minds of mares.
Finally he spoke. “You’re not… you’re not going to start talking about your feelings are you?”
He was immediately met with a much harder double rear leg buck to the head. He slammed against the wall, then fell to the ground. As his vision blurred and the room spun, he heard Apple Bloom say, “Jerk!,” as she walked out of the room.
Apple Bloom was more than a little upset with herself. It wasn’t my fault! she thought to herself. Scootaloo just left me with him. “I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing!” she said out loud to herself.
“What are you talking about?” asked Sweetie Belle.
“Oh… uh… nothing!” lied Apple Bloom.
Sovereign had just walked out of the room with a black eye. “Sweetie Belle, I can’t lie to you. There is something you need to know.”
Sweetie Belle turned around to face Sovereign. Sovereign could see Apple Bloom behind Sweetie Belle shaking her head and waving her hooves making “no” gestures. Sovereign continued. “Last night when you said those things to me… it really hurt. I cried.”
“Awww,” was all Sweetie Belle could reply with at first. She hugged Sovereign and said, “I’m sorry too. It wasn’t your fault. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were being the idiots, not you. You didn’t know they had dressed you up like my dad, who by the way I just found out was dead, and that's rather insensitive of them!” she turned around and glared at Apple Bloom. “You didn't do anything wrong. You have nothing to be sorry about Sovereign.” Sweetie Belle hugged him tighter. Oh crap, I just sounded motherly to him. Stupid Sweetie Belle! Real stupid! Oh god! He has an erection!
“But there is more Sweetie,” said Sovereign.
Oh no! thought Apple Bloom.
“Apple Bloom wanted to make me feel better,” said Sovereign.
“I have to get going now,” said Apple Bloom.
“She poured us some drinks, we got really drunk and… we slept together,” admitted Sovereign.
Outside the suite, a loud banging noise could be heard as something was slamming against the wall. Finally a hole in the wall smashed open as Apple Bloom went flying through. She was lifted up again, and was sent tumbling down a set of stairs. “Someone call an ambulance!” shouted a bellboy.
“Well, that takes care of that,” announced Sweetie Belle.
Sovereign closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, “Do whatever you need to do. I’m ready for what I deserve.”
Sweetie Belle thought about it for a second, then said, “I think this puts us even Sovereign,” she said.
“What?!” said Sovereign somewhat shocked.
“I’ve been feeling really guilty ever since Rain Sight said you didn’t cheat on me on purpose. That meant I shot you in the knee for no reason! That really throws off the balance in the relationship. Thanks to Apple Bloom, I don’t feel guilty anymore!” said Sweetie Belle. “But fair warning, next time you’re going out the window. Five story minimum.”
“Just like that? I still don’t feel right about this Sweetie,” said Sovereign.
“Well you’ll just have to find a way to make it up to me,” she said. “Maybe after the execution?” Sweetie Belle her hooves around him and winked.
“What about Apple Bloom?” asked Sovereign.
“She’ll live. Friendship is like a relationship as well. It also requires equilibrium. I was angry at her, now I’m not. And since I sent her flying through the wall, she won’t feel guilty about sleeping with my boyfriend when she wakes up,” explained Sweetie Belle. “Equilibrium. Now let’s get to that execution Twilight is supposedly going to stop.”
Viernes por la tarde
The 'arena' wasn’t so much an arena as it was an empty field of snow. Large machines blasted away the snow to the sides, while drones formed a shield around the arena to keep more snow from landing, as well as to maintain a degree of temperature control. High above the battle field floated the Iron Will. A special area of the ship had been converted into a viewing deck, allowing several VIPs to view the fight from the lap of luxury. On board were Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, Jet Stream, Sovereign, Sweetie Belle, Rain Sight as well as other VIPs. The mares were dressed in some very luxurious dresses. Sovereign however just wore the snow suit. He didn’t get to buy any nice clothing while he was in jail, and thanks to Sweetie Belle’s friends, the only other suit he had was that ridiculous outfit that made him look like Sweetie Belle’s dad.
There were dozens of other small ships floating all around the arena, filled with eager audiences. The turnout was easily in the thousands. The entertainment so far had been everything they were promised. There were numerous performances from singers and comedians. As promised by the Imperial family, the Wonderbolts appeared for a spectacular air show. Even though they were within the confines of the force field dome, they still managed to create a very impressive display of aerial acrobatics. The only disappointment was that Stage Stone Hoof did not appear to see off her husband. Many fans were upset by the absence of Daring Do.
“Too bad Apple Bloom has to miss this,” complained Scootaloo. “I can’t believe you did that to her!”
“Hey, I can’t believe she did that to me!” argued Sweetie Belle. “But look at this way, now neither of us can be angry with one another.”
“I know I know! Equilibrium. But seriously Sweetie, you take that way too far sometimes,” said Scootaloo.
“Would you prefer I stay angry at her?” asked Sweetie Belle? "I didn't ask her to sleep with my boyfriend."
While the two continued their debate, Rain Sight was naturally nervous as she worried about her father’s fate. But Twilight had finally made her appearance onboard. The mares did all they could to hide their displeasure at her presence. This was not the place to start a fight.
“Exciting isn’t it?” she asked.
“Not the word I would use,” said Rain Sight. “You said you were getting him out. What’s going on!?”
“Don’t worry, it’s completely under control. I found this incredible hacker, and I gave her instructions. If anyone can get your dad out of here, she can.” Apple Bloom looked around for her new asset. “Wait… where is Apple Bloom?” asked Twilight.
“Umm… she’s in the hospital,” said Sweetie Belle who overheard her.
“What!?” asked Twilight. “Why the hell is there instead of here?! I need her here!”
“I sent her there, that’s why,” informed Sweetie Belle.
“Oh crap… I have to go,” said Twilight running out of the room.
Rain Sight filled with dread. Something told her Twilight's plan wasn’t going completely according to plan.
Viernes por la tarde
Karn was being escorted from his shuttle into the force field dome. He was wearing his inhibitor to prevent the use of magic, while his hooves were restricted so he would be unable to make a run for it. He was dressed in his Dark Templar robes. The Dominion wanted the people to recognize what he was. The Marines provided him with both of his warp blades, which he would be allowed to wield in the arena. Once the fight began, his inhibitor would deactivate, and it would be a no holds brawl to the death. The dome was preventing him from teleporting outside, so that means of escape was not an option. It was truly a do or die moment.
Shining Armor was on the opposite end of the massive dome. As he stepped out of the shuttle, flying drones began a fireworks display. Cities throughout the Dominion were chanting his name and cheering as he walked off the ramp. He walked out wearing a suit of custom made power armor. The armor and rifle weren’t your ordinary equipment, as they were fueled with Khaydarin power cells. Normally such equipment was only used for large ships, so at the moment, his suit of armor was actually worth more than the shuttle he arrived on. In his right hand, he carried his modified C-14 rifle. In his left hand, he carried two flags. One was the flag of the Dominion. A red flag with a black border. In the center was a black hoof mark with a black star over it, representing the Stone Hoof lineage. The other flag was grey with a black border. It bore the claw of the massive Ursalisk, the pride of Cadian resilience and strength.
Shining Armor waved the two flags into the air with one hand, while firing a few shots from his rifle with the other, riling up the crowds. The deck on board the Iron Will filled with a thunder of applause in response to the gesture. The only ponies who seemed not to be cheering were Sweetie Belle, Sovereign and especially Rain Sight. The three pegasi were still looking forward to the fight.
The shuttle took off behind him, leaving him alone with the Dark Templar on the other side of the dome. The sun was setting, the moment of bloodshed would soon be upon him. He drove his flags into the ground and prepared for combat.
An announcer onboard the Iron Will grabbed a mic and began to speak. His intro would be heard all throughout the Dominion. It was none other than the legendary earth pony announcer, Michael Thunder himself. “Mares and stallions. Tonight we will be witnessing the most anticipated execution in the history of psychic terrorism, which will be performed by the Champion of Cadia himself! Are you ready?!”
A roar of applause filled the ships so loud it could actually be heard from within the Dome. “Citizens, are you ready!” he shouted again, and again the there was another explosion of applause. “For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the Dominion. From the fortress world of Cadia, right here in the ceremonial arena. Mares and stallions, LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUMMMBLLLLLEEE!”
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give me a break, I was hungry for hands!
The stallion who just entered was a tall and muscular zebra. He had an Afro wig, a bright blue leisure suit dotted with rhinestones and a fake mustache roughly the size and shape of a croissant. He stood on two legs with precision gloves, gripping a revolver in one hand and nunchucks in the other.
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I want to tell you a story
About a friend I've had
He's a mean killer zebra and he's superbad
So grab onto your seats
And hang on tight
While I tell you a story about Striped Dynamite
The crewman gulped, then simply smiled nervously at the Prophet. She stared at the crewman, holding a glare on him for a good ten seconds as he held his nervous smile and continued sweating, her eyes slowly narrowing. Finally she broke the silence with an, “Okey Dokey Lokey,” and backed away. The stallion gave a sigh of relief, but then she suddenly appeared in front of him again. Held her glare for just a second, then slowly backed off again.
An announcer onboard the Iron Will grabbed a mic and began to speak. His intro would be heard all throughout the Dominion. It was none other than the legendary earth pony announcer, Michael Thunder himself. “Mares and stallions. Tonight we will be witnessing the most anticipated execution in the history of psychic terrorism, being performed by the Champion of Cadia! Are you ready?!” A roar of applause filled the ships so loud it could actually be heard from within the Dome. “Citizens, are you ready!” he shouted again, and again the there was another explosion of applause. “For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the Dominion. From the fortress world of Cadia, right here in the ceremonial arena. Mares and stallions, LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUMMMBLLLLLEEE!”
I take it Pinkie's minions subscribe to the same school of employer-employee relations as Darth Vader's men?
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I was arguing with myself if I should have linked that one. That wasn't the inspiration for it, but at the same time, it kept coming into my mind when I was posting the references.
I think I'll stop posting them. It's more fun for people to try and find them on their own.
First of, DAMN IT SOVERREIGN! COME ON! KEEP YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS FFS! Not only did you lose the sorry feeling of a psycotic mare, but in the prosses you sent a mare to the hospital, and your wife's dad to probably his certain doom!
Hense the battle will be in the next chapter, I have only this to say.
BRING OUT THE NEXT CHAPTER CUSS
Oh Sovereign
This chapter is brilliant with the blending of humor and epicness that is Starcraft. Also,Sovereign's lack of common sense is a running gag that I hope would never run out. At least until the end of course
Also,does the visor to Shining's armor close up or is there something like a faceplate since it looks like his horn would get in the way of the visor.
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In a good way? Because Stage is here to stay for at least a while.
2987284 If I may, I think it's better if you link the referances, cuss not all people get them, and probably will just think of them as from the story, isntead of the referance.
There better be a good reason for this spelling Unholy. *Pinkie Glare*
If anyone is interested in Karn and Right Sights back story, the next chapter of Tales of an Exile is up.
So for this entire day, I've been burning through the story from Chapter 26. These last two-three chapters have been so lighthearted and goofy (throwing Apple Bloom through a wall in a universe where an injury like that is most likely deadly- wow) compared to the dark and grit that's been present for the entire story. I loved it. Always need a break from the serious.
I'm almost caught up too (woot).
damn sovereign. i dont think even spiderman has as many girl problems as you!