Act I - 07 - I Want to Break Free
Act I:
"The Shape of Things to Come"
Chapter Seven:
"I Want to Break Free"
Stardate 2258.41
Warbeak Prison World,
Vrykolakas System,
Griffon Empire
The heat was the most unbearable thing about this world.
Nothing else, not the backbreaking labor that went from sunup to sundown on a world with 29 hour days, the starvation rations, or the fact that the guards did unspeakable things to her and her crew on a daily basis. No, it was the heat that got to Chrysalis the most. The ruthless, unending heat from the desert planet’s three suns. It only reminded Chrysalis of all that she had lost: The gentle autumn breeze, the seemingly endless fields of grass that stretched for miles on the surface of her beloved home Changelus, where her and her Heis’he, Chimera, would walk for hours.
But that was all gone now. Vanished in a plume of fire, smoke and dust. And who had taken it from her? That imirrhlhhse Saddle Arabian, Twilight Sparkle. It was her who had destroyed her homeworld, her lover, her children, and then flung Chrysalis halfway across the galaxy and time itself. Thrown her to a time when there was no Khitomare Accords, no peace. Instead, it was the Tr’ethla, the time when the Changeling Empire was more xenophobic and paranoid then even the Diamond Dogs.
But even all of that, all of the pain and anger that filled her soul, couldn’t have prepared Chrysalis to almost immediately captured by the Griffins. For the past twenty years, she and her crew had been shipped and solid like slaves from one ancestors-forsaken rock after the other. First, it had been the frozen outer-rim world of Rura Penthe, where the sun only barely lit the seemingly endless twilight. Then, they had been dragged to this dead and forsaken world, a burning, unstable rock in a decaying orbit that would most assuredly eventually end in one of the system’s suns near the Neutral Zone.
And if that weren’t enough, above she could aspy the beautiful, organic shape of her beloved vessel, seemingly trapped in some kind of orbit around the planet. It was so close. Her salvation. Her method of revenge, just floating, as if held aloft by an invisible thread.
I shall reclaim you, Chrysalis thought bitterly, stifling a groan as she dragged her tired, work-trodden body over to the poor excuse for a bed that lay against the far wall. I shall reclaim you, and then, we shall set forth and reap our revenge.
With that bitter thought, she rolled over, hoping to at least try to get some rest before the inevitable call to labor in an hour or so. She set her jaw and fixed her eyes to the hopeful path to escape, a simple, hand-carved series of plans on her wall.
The plan is near completion, she thought, refreshing her memory as she studied the carvings. And tonight, I shall implement it.
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Four excruciatingly long hours later, the final sun sank beneath the horizon, throwing the penal colony into a five hour night where temperatures would drop into negative temperatures in seconds. As the frost began to form and the shadows slithered across the walls, smothering the room in darkness, Chrysalis reached under her pillow, pulling out what looked like a random piece of metal, apparently having been twisted and bent to vaguely resemble a key. Without a word, she reached it up to the small, tight clamp that was fastened around her horn. Ignoring the frigid cold that was now clawing at her exposed fingers, she began to methodically pick at the lock. For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few moments, she worked the lock, until her ears were caressed by the wondrous sound of it coming loose. With a clink, the lock came loose and tumbled off her head. She shot her hand out, grabbing it mere inches before it hit the floor.
She let out a quiet sigh of relief, the seemingly constant pressure at the base of her horn finally being relieved as her magic began to flow properly into the horn. This was the cue for Chrysalis to act. She quickly slipped the now-useless clamp under her pillow, before closing her eyes tightly, focusing all her energy into the image her mind conjured up. A brief flicker of flame lit up the cell, clearing away to reveal a small black rat. The rat sniffed the air briefly, before scampering through the narrow bars.
It quickly ran along the filthy hallway, coming to a stop at the clear glass doorway. Behind it lounged a large griffin, who seemed more interested watching whatever it was playing on his personal video screen then on the security camera footage. The rat sniffed the air, before climbing up along the wall’s rock and dirty surface, squeezing its head through the small opening between the glass and the ceiling. It’s body followed soon after, and the rat allowed itself to drop to the floor without any more then a muffled squeak.
The griffin’s ears briefly perked up, causing the rat to freeze in place. There was a long stretch of silence before the griffin returned to watching the video. The rat, having been holding it’s breath the whole time, slowly crept into the corner, before, in another flash of green, transformed into a doppelganger of the prison guard. The doppelganger carefully stalked towards it’s mirror, reaching it’s talons around the guard’s neck before sharply grabbing him by the throat and violently dragging him out of his chair.
The griffin was completely taken by surprise, and he began to struggle madly, flapping his wings, desperately trying to get the doppelganger to let go. The doppelganger however, clung on tightly, dragging the guard to his feet with all it’s might. Occasionally, the doppelganger’s form would shift, revealing Chrysalis, her forehead practically soaked with sweat from the effort it took to keep the powerful griffin in her clutches.
“I’ve had enough of you.” she hissed, flickering back into her griffin form, and, with a grisly twist, ripping through the guard’s throat. The guard let out a gasp before going limp, a torrent of blood spilling from his throat. Chrysalis, content that she had effectively dispatched of him, lowered his body to the ground, her breath coming out in heavy pants.
She slid into the now unoccupied chair, her breathing slowing slightly as she steadily regained her energy.
Alright. You’re in the control room now. she thought, carefully studying the dozens of security monitors that lined the wall in front of her. In several dozen of the cells, she could see her fellow changelings, all imprisoned. It was time to implement the next stage of the plan. She closed her eyes, carefully concentrating her magic to reach out to her fellow changelings.
My most loyal crew. I, Chrysalis, have found a way to secure your freedom. Simply wait for my signal, and then follow my directions, and soon, we shall be free.
A chorus of mental agreements and cheers from her people filled her mind, and with a confident smile, she eased the chair forward. She looked down at the control panel, carefully studying the complex series of buttons, lights and levers. She was glad that, as a changeling, the learning of a completely foreign language usually only required a touch, and as such, she was able to easily find the right lever.
She flicked it forwards, and a loud klaxon could be heard exploding to life. As if on cue, dozens of cell doors, all over the compound, flew open, causing the various prisoners inside to look around with varying degrees of shock and surprise. It didn’t take long, however, for all the prisoners, changelings or not, to burst forth, running amok in a wild mess, attacking guards who were obviously not prepared for such an unexpected break out.
The changelings in the group wasted no time grabbing the keys that were hanging from the various guards, quickly using them to unlock their horn-clamps. Tossing them asides, they followed Chrysalis’ mental order and quickly transformed into mirror images of the guards they were combating, quickly dispatching them.
Chrysalis leaned back in her chair with confidence. Now for the third step of her plan. With her magic now freed, she closed her eyes, mentally reaching out, searching carefully for the aura of her ship. As a changeling queen, she possessed a metal connection with her vessel. It was something she’d been planning on since the first time she saw her ship again. With the horn clamp on of course, she’d been unable to access her magic, and therefore, unable to reach out to her ship. But now she was freed from any restrictions, and was ready to break free.
She could sense the foreign bodies of dozens upon dozens of griffins, all milling about aboard her ship. She let out a frustrated grunt. There were far, far too many for her to dispatch of herself, even with her mental connection to the ship. For one thing, she had no way to access the weaponry, since it was a long established safety protocol that a changeling, regardless of rank, was only able to access the weaponry once physically aboard the ship.
Okay then...change of plan. she thought, her horn glowing to allow herself to teleport to the area directly outside the transporter area. The reason she couldn’t transport directly into the transporter area was due to the walls being lined with duophlebotinum, which made transporting impossible.
The sparks of teleportation faded away, and she found herself outside. The two griffin guards seemed to be most surprised by her sudden appearance, and she wasted no time dispatching them with a blast of magic. Their perforated bodies slouched to the floor, leaving reddish streaks on the walls. She quickly rushed over, grabbing one of the guards for a second and taking on his form. She slapped the new body’s talon onto the scanner, allowing the doors to open.
By this point, the klaxon from her cellblock was quite noticeable, and she could hear the sounds of dozens of guards running and shouting. She slipped into the transporter bay, only to halt when a voice called toward her.
“What’s going on? What are you doing here?” Chrysalis turned to see a rather bookish looking female griffin, surprisingly not wearing a mask, giving her a quizzical look from her position behind the transporter controls. “You’re prison security, you don’t belong in the transporter bay.”
Chrysalis’ eyes widened slightly, and she swallowed. “I was sent to guard this area, in case any prisoners attempt an escape.” she quickly replied. The other griffin merely gave her an incredulous look, her feathers visibly bristling.
“Now look here yo--” Whatever the griffin was about to say was cut off by Chrysalis whipping out her new body’s blaster and blasting the other griffin directly in the chest, sending her slamming into the wall with a bloody splurt.
“Apologies, but I really must be moving.” Chrysalis muttered, stepping behind the control console and dialing in the location of her ship. She tentatively ran her tongue over her body’s beak, watching as the large machine whirred to life. She quickly bound over towards the quickly forming beam of light, feeling the distinctive tingle of the transporter causing her particles to briefly disperse.
With a bluish glow, she found herself standing in a dark and musty corner of the cavernous space craft. She let out an involuntary sigh of relief, reverting back to her changeling form. The sound of footsteps caused her halt, ducking into shadow as a pair of masked griffin guards walked by.
No way I can make it through here in my normal form. she thought bitterly, letting out a mild grumble as she transformed into a small rat for the second time in as many hours, furious to have been reduced to scurrying out her own ship in the form of a pest. Don’t worry...you won’t suffer this indignity for long, she thought, scampering through the air ducts, the interior of her ship having long since been committed to memory, like any self respecting ship commander. You shall soon reach the control room, and once there, free yourself and your people from bondage. Just a few hundred meters and you’ll have your freedom.
It seemed that the interior of the air ducts, normally a place rather inhospital and cold, had fallen into disuse, if the scads of cobwebs and dust bunnies was any indication. Every so often, another creature, usually a rat or some sort of space flea, would skitter by. Chrysalis ignored them though, scampering down the pipes and ducts. Every so often, she would peer through the slatted cover of one of the vents in order to deduce her location.
Below, usually milling about in a lackadaisical manner, were the burly forms of griffin troops, who usually just seemed bored with their current tasks. Chrysalis let out a growl, her determination hardening. Her ship was a noble one, a vessel of might and power, not a place were ignorant, backwards beak-faces milled about, leaving garbage and junk in their wake. She skittered down the airduct, finally reaching her destination. Directly below her position in the air vent, was the captains chair.
Chrysalis felt a wave of nostalgia run through her at the site of her dearly beloved chair. It was a place where she was respected, a place where she held power and was in control. She supposed it was probably for the best that it was covered with a tarp, as at least that meant none of the filthy griffins were contaminating it with their mere presence. However, there were still guards in the room, as their bodies would briefly past underneath the air vent, apparently just wandering around the room.
Chrysalis leaned back to sit on her rat body’s haunches, glancing towards the sharp tips of the primitive-yet-practical screws that held the panel in place. A paw moved to scratch her chin, as she planned her next course of action. A part of her wondered if the prison break she’d started below was still in full swing. She’d hoped that the prison break would cause the security forces to dispatch every available security force to the prison, hopefully leaving the ship unguarded. It was plainly evident however, that the griffins weren’t as stupid as they looked, as the ship was still obviously fully guarded.
No matter. I have the advantage here. Once I make interface with the ship, I can just transport them elsewhere. she reassured herself, moving to start gently unscrewing the screws holding the panel in place. It was now that she wished she could simply blast the panel off with magic, but her rat body, the only form small enough to fit in the duct while still being able to do anything. At least her paws could grip the screw, and with several forceful terms, she managed to get it loose. She quickly loosened the second screw, knowing that once the panel was loose, it was fly open, and she would most likely plummet a good twenty feet straight down.
The final screw fell loose, falling to the ground with a quiet metallic plink. However, the panel stayed in place. Chrysalis let out a grunt of frustration. Panel must be rusted shut. She thought, angrily slamming a paw into the panel. There was a creek of metal, and the panel visibly loosened. A grin broke out across Chrysalis’ face, and she returned to pounding on the panel.
Come on now, loosen up you foolish-- her thought was cut off by the panel giving away unexpectedly, sending her sprawling forwards as her footing was lost. She let out a sharp squeak, grabbing onto the end of the panel and hanging on for dear life. She looked down, her eyes wide. This was probably going to be the absolute most disgraceful way to die she’d ever seen. Trapped in the body of a rat, and falling down to the ground like a lead weight.
Her paws grip, despite her best efforts, slipped loose and she plummeted straight to to--the smooth, plastic-like tarp that lay over her captains chair. She let out a grunt of pain, rolling onto her back, staring at the ceiling in shock.
I lived.
Not wasting any time, Chrysalis rolled back onto her feet, her eyes darting about. Apparently, either the guards here were all deaf, stupid or bored. It seemed to be the final option, as she spotted one of the guards idly sitting in one of the crew chairs, twiddling his talons, occasionally muttering something to the guard next to him. Chrysalis didn’t have the time to mentally translate what he said, as she instead focused on burrowing under the heavy plastic tarp and to her chair.
With a flickering of green, she morphed back into her natural form, tearing off the tarp as the chair recognizing her biological signature and whirred to life. The griffin guards, which had obviously grown apathetic in their time watching over a life less hulk of a ship, turned in shock, but it was too late.
For them.
Chrysalis had already scanned the ship for any life forms that weren’t of Changeling origin, and with the flick of a switch, promptly beamed them into the vacuum outside her window. She could see their bodies struggling violently against the vacuum of space outside, and she only let out a dismissive snort.
“Serves you right.” she spat, unconsciously rubbing her wrists, which had noticeable scarring due to being consistently worn raw by the cuffs. Refocusing her attention back to the control panels on her chair, she scanned the barren world below for changeling lifeforms, quickly beaming them aboard.
In a series of bright white glows, her crew appeared, in various states of combat or confusion. Ajax, the tallest of them and her most loyal servant, looked towards her with wide eyes.
“Your majesty.” he said reverently, bowing down. Chrysalis merely beckoned him to stand.
“No time for formalities, Ajax. The Griffins will be quick to report this to their homeworld. Man the GR-21 and make sure that doesn’t happen. We must cover our tracks. Leave no trace.”
Ajax saluted smartly, spinning on his heels to repeat the order. “Battle Stations, everyling.”
The various changelings all nodded, darting off to their positions like clockwork, leaving a few behind, who took their places at the ship’s controls. Chrysalis felt the ship groan to life, the monstrous moan of metal gears slowly turning ebbing from directly beneath her chair.
A cold, confident grin spread across her face as the beam of energy shot out from below her ship, heading straight to the planet below. Almost as soon as the beam impacted the surface, massive fissures and cracks began to appear, spreading throughout the planet like a spider-web, glowing bright red with an otherworldly energy. Eruptions of magma started exploding from beneath the crust as the planet below began to actively tear itself inside out.
Chrysalis steepled her fingers, mentally signaling to the ship’s pilot to start the engines. The pilot nodded, and the ship lurched forwards as it pulled away from the rapidly-disintegrating planet.
She let out a content sigh at the sight of the rapidly disintegrating planet, and she glanced towards the helm.
Go. She commanded the helm, and the Bellerophon jumped to warp with a lurch.
As the stars streaked past the main viewscreen, Chrysalis let out a long, tired sigh. A slow, ebbing ache started to spread through her body as she readjusted to her normal height. Having to compress the mass a near eight foot frame into the body of a six inch rat had taken an extreme amount of effort, and her body was now paying the consequences. She was low on energy, and needed to rest, but that didn’t matter right now.
She, and her people, were free.
Like for reals.
So yeah, this fic isn't dead in the slightest. It's just that the Harmony's Warriors project is taking up a lot of my time, and therefore the updates for this are rather slow.
Also, to that one chap who pointed out the valid point that this follows the '09 film rather closely. You're right. It does. I do try to make diversions from the film, but alas, I can only do so much sometimes. Especally since I'm writing three other fics as well. All in all I've got a lot on my plate. But I'll try to consciously change things in the future.
Anyways, yes, this chapter is short, and to those loyal fans who've waited all this time, I apologize for the brevity. I wanted this to be longer, but a mix of exhaustion and the desire to have something published caused the chapter to be rather short. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer and more fleshed out next time. I know it'll focus on Twi and Rainbow, so yay for more interactions.
Anyways, thanks for reading, and still keeping tabs on this fic. I love you guys!
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Good job mate!
Interesting chapter, it's always fun seeing Chrysalis being a conniving planner.
Although, I do have one big nitpick which could be corrected in future chapters. What the hell were the Griffons doing with the Bellerophon? If you truly have Chrysalis reprising Nero's role, then even if the Bellerophon was one of the most basic of ships with minimal weaponry (fat chance being Chrysalis'), then that ship was the most deadly piece of hardware in the entire galaxy and they just had it sitting in orbit of a prison planet collecting dust? And they had it for twenty years? If they are anything like the Klingons, they would have conquered the entire quadrant in a quarter of that time. Nero could have done the same if he hadn't been so focused on revenge, heck his mining ship almost single handily decapitated all of Star Fleet. Imagine what he could have done if he had teamed up with the Romulans and had a whole fleet to back him up.
Don't get me wrong, I am finding this to be very interesting and you did need an excuse to keep Chrysalis occupied for twenty years, but this just leaves a plot hole big enough to fly a Borg cube through. Hopefully you already have a plan to patch it up.
5268968 actually, you raise a VERY good point there.
The explination I plan on using is that changeling tech is more or less biomechanical, and therefore is coded to their DNA (ala the Prawns in District 9, which is an AWESOME sci-fi film)
Therefore, the griffin's simply couldn't access the tech. They were reduced to having the ship towed to this backwater world, until they could figure out a way to work it. Also, the ship is (at least) 100 years ahead of its time.
Kind of like dumping an F-22 Raptor into the front yard of the Wright Brothers and expecting them to know how to fly it.
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Sending you a PM about this so we don't clutter up the comment section.
I found a very minor thing you may want to edit.
Yay, you used a different gif!
Also, duophlebotinum? As in it's twice as fictional?
5275526 wow you read the whole thing?!
And yes. Had to have some excuse not to have Twilight 'porting around everywhere (and arguably, it makes sense since 'porting might mess with the electronics)
5275725 What? The chapter wasn't that long.
And, yeah, that does make sense. I was just struck by the bluntness of the term.
5275906 no i mean the whole story (unless i forgot any previous comments you might have made)
5275981 Oh, no, I've kept up with it. In all fairness, though, this story isn't updated as often, so I imagine your memory of it isn't as strong. I didn't have the change to look at the rough draft of the chapter, though; didn't find the time.
5276030 ah I see.
I'm going to try to increase the update rate of this story as much as humanly possible, since I enjoy it, and its a nice way for me to take a break from HWA for a few days
5277063 Makes sense. I'll have to take a look at the draft next time you work on one of these chapters.
Who does Fluttershy play?
Not to nit-pick on your choice of cover art, but based on how this story is progressing and the character analogues presented so far, shouldn't Applejack be the one in the blue Science uniform?
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I imagine it stands for Celestial Starfleet Ship. Just like I think the USS that Starfleet uses stands for United Starfleet Ship.
5618969 Yeah, I know, but it was the only decent Star Trek MLP art I could find.
5618977 Yeah, it stands for that.
Is this still be worked on?
6070633 Yeah, I've just been tied up in my other projects
7499267 Yeah, if anything, RD being gay is a cliche more then anything else, since *everybody* does it *all the time*
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Too true. Though I have notice more people opting to the Soarin side of things recently.
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Quite understandable, and I know the pain of editing too well. I have been intrigued by your take on the Star Trek verse, and appreciate how you have adapted things.
If you don't mind listening to my two cents, here's my perspective on sex in stories: if it can't be done through inference, then it's distracting from the actual story. Both '1984' and 'Brave New World' have sex as an integral part of the storytelling, but while the reader knows exactly what's happening, sometimes uncomfortably so, it stops short of being explicit because the point isn't the sex; the point is what the sex means for the characters. In my opinion, if sex can't be held to this criteria, then the scene could be better stated or cut to improve the story. Titillation might sell, but it doesn't do the characters any favors. Rainbow and Soarin playing off of each other is potentially interesting, but the innuendos and explicit jokes at his/her expense take away from the moment by making it about the sex rather than about the people. And perhaps that's really what it comes down to. The moment the sex stops being about the people, it, for lack of a better term, dehumanizes them. And if that's not the point you're making with the story (e.g. 'Brave New World' is all about dehumanization), then it detracts from the narrative.
For the record, I have really enjoyed much of this story, in particular how well you've handled Twilight and her parents. Taking the movie opening for Chrysalis and then altering it with the Klingon/Griffons is bold and got me invested. The concern I have is the that the sexual content seems to deaden me to the characters to whom it applies; it feels like they're being used to shock or titillate rather than allowing them to entertain by being themselves. It's as though it flattens the character from what they were before. As I said, I've very much enjoyed many aspects of this story and would be interested to keep reading it. I believe your characters and story are good, and would be aided by being allowed to stand on their own merits rather than feeling like they need shock value.
That said, I'm interested to hear your thoughts on the matter. All stories are an amalgamation of concepts and different people often interpret the same scene different ways. If there are reasons that I don't see, I'd like to understand. I want to know why fellow writers make the decisions they do. We're all learners, after all, myself most certainly included. Have a pleasant evening, and I hope to read more of your content in the future.
8733667 yeah, considering I wrote this *literally* years ago, I’ve grown considerably. One of my ideas of reworking the scene would be cutting a lot of that content.
What sounds cool to a seventeen year old doesn’t exactly age all that well, and this scene is a highlight of that. If and when I get around to reworking the story, this sequence would probably be reworked to have it be from Rarity’s POV, and her walking in on the pair, and a lot less detail given, and instead allowing the audience to do the work, which arguably makes it funnier, since the audience can imagine whatever absurd situation they want, and the scene can move much faster.
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Thanks for taking the time to respond. And I understand what you mean with work not aging well. Many a time I've read through my own old stories and cringed. I think re-writing the various scenes to rely more on implication will serve the story in the long term. Subtlety is often more powerful.
I noticed in one of your other comments that you didn't make RD a lesbian because that's been done too often. I'd agree with you there, as people seem to default to portraying her that way, to the point of it becoming utterly banal. Oddly, the stories that don't do that are the ones that stand out. It reminds me of literature professor I used to chat with, who once pointed out that, while it used to be unconventional to have lesbian characters, gay characters, and sex scenes in mainstream in story-telling, it's now far more unusual when a story doesn't. He believed that what was once the norm has become the exception, and visa versa. The professor chuckled and challenged me to 'fight the system' and 'rebel against the Man' by writing a story around a traditional Catholic family. It's been years since we last spoke, but I can see where he was coming from.
Anyway. Just the musings of a tired man. I enjoy your story and am curious to see what you will do with it if and when you pick it back up.
8734974 No, exactly. And I hope to return to this, eventually. I’m kind of tinkering with other projects, and of course, life can be very hectic, and inspiration is a fickle friend.
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So you don't hate Chrissy but this just feels natural? Though I don't really think of her as evil as a lot of these fanfics are. Rape, slavery, boasting of kills. But this is an alternate universe. But I'd still think she'd be against killing since she needs living creatures. But what do I know? I should probably stop talking.
9508698 It felt natural years ago when I wrote it. And at the end of the day, I still need a villain :/
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True. I should stop questioning fanfics. They're not suppose to be cannon. Else we'd just watch the show. Maybe im bias cause I like Chrissy.
9511546 there’s no shame in asking totally valid questions about how characters are shown in fan fic. I’m a big stickler for (trying) to stay as close to canon as possible, whenever possible, or else why use the characters?
And trust me, I love Chrssy too
Yay! But one question. Are you ruled by Celestia?
This fic is awesome! But you haven't updated it in, like, 6 years? Please tell me you haven't dropped this wonderful crossover fic!!
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Jeez it’s been six years?!
And no, actually it never actually died. The best way to describe it is that my life went topsy-turvy around the last update, and things took a long, LONG time to resettle down, and are admittedly still touch and go.
But luckily, I’ve been actually *watching* Star Trek, so my knowledge has grown a lot, and now that the main series is in the bag as it were (RIP MLP), I can get back to this.
It’s a lot of greasing of cobweb covered gears, cleaning gutters, and getting the old writing muscles back into shape.
So no, it’s not dead, but I am doing a whole bunch of restructuring to make it more like Star Trek, and more like MLP as a whole.
Hopefully an update will come sooner rather than later.
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Any news on where you are in terms of starting up again?
10164919 Well, I've been doing "research" by watching the Star Trek shows, so I'm about half-way through TNG, but I can't give an exact date.
Mostly because life is erratic, and of course, other things come and go as priorities. Also, I'm likely to give this a reworking, as I noticed several major plot threads were either simply not strong enough to maintain the full story, or were just unwise and ill thoughtout.
Hopefully I'll be able to start work soon, but I don't want to give false promises.