-PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Twilight Sparkle-
You are Twilight Sparkle. The element of Magic, the personal student and protege of Princess Celestia herself, and if you do say so yourself, a very pretty and very attractive young mare, or at least that was how you felt.
You slowly open your eyes to find yourself staring up at the ceiling of one of the rooms of the Canterlot palace after a very, very long sleep.
What do you do?
-And now, with the Fight with Haypennywise over, I, as the author, officially declare that the side story SHALL CONTINUE AGAIN!!!!-
What all of the side characters are doing right now (as made official by me):
Gordon Freebrony: The away team consisting of himself, Kirk, Spock, and Dr. McCoy, were on their way to Zecora's hut after Spock successfully convinced her to help them. They are on their way there now (or are there now depending on what you say). Up in space, the crew of the Enterprise is on the Dalek flagship, The Caesar while repairs are being made to The Enterprise.
Registered Anonymous: Talking to Nana at the moment, AND NOTHING ELSE!!! He is no longer drunk at this point. Also, I am now invoking my powers as the author and making it so that your phone no longer has the power to open portals between worlds or anywhere for that matter. In fact, you are now forbidden from opening any kinds of portals anywhere. If you argue with me I will make you a woman. Do not test me. I will do it.
Swimming Dalek: He's..... actually I have no idea where he is or what he's doing at the moment. Then again, his recent comment had him digging a dead space duck (Krillin owned count: 1) out of the ventilation system, so he's probably not doing much.
Grey Rebl: Nana is at the moment, talking to Registered Anonymous, as was stated above. Back on the ground, Grey Rebl, the director is at the moment, busy trying to pick an agent to send to Ponyville. At this point, an agent has not been selected yet.
The Orz: Masterweaver has since returned to claim command of his faction. They are currently still on the captured Dalek Flagship doing whatever it is they are doing to it. Despite their help, the other factions are still hesitant to let them onboard their ships.
Broniesrponies2: After having a hand in defeating the evil daleks in the space battle, a small, friendly, Dalek ship has been sent down and has gathered both him, and the wreckage of his ship. Currently they are on that ship and are on their way back up to The Caesar. Progress with his character will be made once Swimming Dalek confirms what the hell he is doing.
-Meanwhile, in a one bedroom apartment somewhere on the California coast-
RazortheAwesome lay on his bed recreating that famous scene from The Great Escape, as he had nothing else to do at the moment.
Suddenly, his eyes went wide in realization as he caught the ball in his hand instead of throwing it back.
"I sense a disturbance in the force-"
"As if my best friend is now plotting against me to make the villains of this story win." said Pinkie Pie, who was not standing next to his bed a moment ago. Razor didn't say anything as he looked down at her. She just looked back with the same, happy, chipper, smile she always wore.
"Pinkie..." he said to her.
"Yes, Razor Bazer?" she responded.
"How the f*ck did you get into my house?"
You shiver in fear because you remember his eyes. The eyes that weren't a pony's but something much darker. If he had sensed that you knew, he would've killed you for sure. Nyarlathotep has arrived, but you don't remember where those eyes were when you saw them, or whose body they were attached to. You've got to tell Celestia, Luna, Discord, Anypony what you know before it's too late, and perhaps you will remember who had those monster's eyes.
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This, but remembering how much you absolutely despise the backbiting, double talking, and overall dishonorable and reprehensible behavior of politicians, you will be sure to avoid any that you come across anywhere in Canterlot. (Assuming tis takes place post "Keep Calm and Flutter On", put priority on telling Discord. He's chaotic enough to sense what's going on, and is unlikely to assume that this is you 'having an episode. Actually, knowing Discord, even if he believes you are not quite right in the head, he'll likely play long for the fun of it anyway.)
Get out of bed and stretch a little, maybe go find a shower and wash up, then go find something to eat and hopefully some coffee as well. Then go find Celestia and find out what the hell is going on and how long you were asleep!
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I agree with you and Browndog. As for my characters:
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-Zecora's Hut-
"Spock, I want a mind-meld on him as soon as possible. I want to know everything" Kirk whispered to Spock, sitting in one corner of the rather spacious hut. "I know it's a cultural thing, and I did not decide this lightly. I'm asking you to do this Spock. I won't make it an order."
"Captain, I... I am reluctant to preform the mind-meld, it is a rather personal ability. However, I also understand the necessity of his information. It is the logical decision."
"Just, be careful, Spock. I may not trust McCoy's test, but if even half of what Gordon has said is true..."
"I understand, Captain. I will preform the mind-meld at the next available opportunity."
"I have readied a pot of tea, would anyone care to drink with me?" Zecora said, moving away from the fire in the center with a metal teapot.
"I'll take some, thank you." Gordon said, standing up and grasping the teacup. The perception filter made it seem as if he managed the feet with hooves.
"Why not. I'll take a cup to." McCoy said, reaching out to snag one.
"I would partake as well." Spock said.
"Might as well." Kirk said.
When the tea was fully distributed, the quintuplet sat around the smaller fire in the hut, a large cauldron boiling over the larger one.
"So now that we are properly acquainted, My curiosity would like very much to be sated." Zecora said.
"We have told you of our story, but what else must you know?" Kirk replied.
"Well, for one, from which country do you come?"
"It's rather far away, and not very large. It doesn't show up on many of the world maps. It's known as... Iowa."
McCoy and Gordon started at that, before nodding in agreement. Spock merely raised an eyebrow.
"Before we get to far into this, are you able to guide us to the nearest town?" Gordon asked, stepping in before Zecora could ask another question. "We could talk on the way, and it would save us a valuable amount of time."
Zecora thought for a moment, before nodding to herself. "The way to town is not very far, especially since the path has no mar. To get to fair Ponyville, it is just a jaunt over the hill."
The group of five stood up, finishing the last of the tea as Zecora led them out of the house. Soon they turned onto a forest path and began to head towards Ponyville.
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-On The Ceaser
"Will ye just let us back on now, we can 'andle the rest of the repairs!" Scotti said to the Dalek Engineer in front of him, while the Enterprise's crew stood behind him inon of the larger cargo bays.
"Negative. The Enterprise is not complete. repairs are at ninety-nine percent." The Dalek said in it's emotionless, computerized voice.
"Look ye oversized pepper shaker, just let us talk with ye superior!"
"I will contact 2806209, but you must remain here."
"Just hurry up ye great big table garnish."
"Commander Swimming, the engineer and current acting captain of the Enterprise wishes an audience. Awaiting your command!" The Dalek Engineer said over the comms.
Make sure your body and mind are ok and in good condition.
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First off, before I go into the story, we don't have Dalek Engineers. We have Scientists, and they do all the techie stuff, but they have Drones do all the heavy lifting and sh*t.
Me: Alright, if you managed to patch the holes in their hull, then let them on. Now then, I think I'm getting a bit sleepy, I'll just take a load off... good thing I used the time corridor technology and went to Earth in late 2013 to buy Pokémon Y! Okay, time to catch 'em all! uh... call me when something interesting happens. And Aldebaran?
Dalek Aldebaran: Yes, Master Swimming?
Me: I have a weird feeling in my stomach, call it a hunch, but I want surveillance on the Apploosan Intelligence Agency. They're our only units on the ground. If we lose them, then we lose our only way to actually monitor the planet. I haven't heard from Kirk and company yet, so... yeah. Keep an eye on them. Before I forget, Spica, give me a head count.
Dalek Spica: Commencing head count... head count complete. 40000 new Dalek hatchlings will be battle-ready in 7 nok-drells!
Me: They grow up so fast... *shed manly tear* I... I'll be in my room... *goes into room, the sounds of Pokémon Generation VI can be heard outside the door*
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Letting you all know I started this comment 2 hours ago. I just got back to my pc with my dinner.
I walk through the airlock onto The Caesar with my assorted weapons arrayed across my back.
Me: So, this is dalek technology. I have been wondering for a while. We only just discovered near-light speed travel back home.
Dalek escort: Proceed to bridge.
Me: I hear that you can travel in time, how do you manage that?
Dalek escort: We are technically bound by The Enterprise's crew's rule known as the Prime Directive. No interference in species with lower technology levels... or something like that.
Me: Please?
Dalek escort: No
A flash on my HUD (heads up display). A very familiar voice flows in through my ears.
HAI (the one that was deleted): Hello
HAI (My one. Now known as HAI1) : WHAT?
HAI2 (recently deceased one) : I said hello. What is so hard to understand about that?
HAI1: But you were dead. How did you get back here?
HAI2: Well *flashback time*
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Death: ARE YOU SURE THAT THOSE PIECES ARE SUPPOSED TO COME DOWN LIKE THAT?
HAI2: Oh yes. That's all part of the game.
Death: I'M PRETTY SURE IT'S NOT.
HAI2: It is. Trust me. Look, if you don't believe me, we will do best 12634 out of 25269.
Death: OKAY I GIVE UP. JUST STOP PLAYING THAT SONG.
HAI2: Awwww. Okay. *Shuts off the Gangnam style* So, can I leave?
Death: FINE. BUT WHERE WILL YOU GO?
HAI2: Just stick me back on BRP's wrist computer. I will be fine from there.
Death: JUST GO.
HAI2 (in blatantly false Scottish accent): Thank you.
Death: SHUT UP. AND STOP USING SILLY VOICES.
*Flashback ends in a whole tone scale (the normal scale used in movies for dream sequences)*
And that's how Equestria was made.
HAI1, HAI2, me and Dalek escort: WHAT THE FUCK?
Twilight: Go find Celestia... ask about the human, ask about what happened, ask about everything... And try to explain yourself if you can think to do so.
Twilight, be weary of your hygene. You have been seen as an insane unicorn enough as it is, and try not to forget your current state. Also, try not to think too hard about the palace guard's strange behaviour. Don't want to do anything drastic and ruin the morning now do we? Wait, morning? What time and day is it?
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Since I am suddenly unsatisfied with my character's lack of expression and appearance of my OCs, I'm going to tackle the agent selection with a little more quality and detail. This is inspired by Gordon Freebrony's dialogue-based formatting of his part in the side-story and his recent comment war containing warships and robots. Plus, a possible solution for Haypennywise's upcoming hell-bringing and some bit of backstory. But in this fic, it would most likely be unnecessary. Actually, I may one day make a story of my own, so this might be good practice.
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At the Planet's surface and AIA Headquarters, while Nana was chatting with Registered Anon, Grey Rebl lay lax on his chair, waiting for the two agents that he personally selected to come to his office. He thought back to the days before the events leading up to his current position in the crusade against Risen Flagg. Not that his Agency know it was about Risen, they think their involvement was just about the encounter of inter-dimensional aliens.
To think he went from a reckless rookie to a full-fledged director, head of his own agency. But it was all mostly because of his partner, Clustershine.
Clustershine was a batpony, and like Grey Rebl, he started out as a rookie, but more of a responsible and stoic individual. A personality opposite to Grey's, but it has it's advantages, like how they saved each other's backsides constantly. Both learned from each other, and soon, they both formed a bond that could be compareable to two brother's love for each other. It was made literal the day Cluster gave the former klutz a necklace. Clustershine has one, too.
Back to reality, Grey stared down at the necklace hanging on his neck, completely unaware that he was fiddling with it during his series of flashbacks. It was a half-a-hoof-sized piece of silver with, dosed and enchanted with moonlight by yours truly, the best partner one could ask for.
The brown stallion remembered it's purpose explained to him very clearly. It was used during the war between the Lunar Republic and Solar Empire, meant to symbolize the undying will and bond between the batponies and their loyalty toward Nightmare Moon. However, to Grey Rebl's and Clustershine's case, it was the charm that made them mock brothers and their admiration toward the night sky.
Clustershine never truly understood what the enchantments do exactly, but thought it was to give good luck to the wearer. Strange coming from somepony who enchanted the darn thing himself. Still, Grey took his word for it, because he's going to need it if he's going to make history along with his organization.
Grey heard some noise coming from behind the doorway.
Finally, those two are hear, he thought. This "The Doctor" fellow sounds important, so he decided to call in two of his best in the Agency. A pair of figures entered the office, one was a pony and the other a buffalo. The pony: Agent Brauburn Apple.
"Howdy, Grey! What do ah get to do this time?" said Brauburn. He was a excitable one, even in the most hectic of projects. Of course, that and his endless determination to help Appaloosa grow. "Ya know, ah misjudged your fancy agency, mah time here as an agent was great! At this rate, Aaaaappaloosa will progress into becoming the next nicest place in all of Equestria!"
Then there was Little Strongheart, local buffalo in town. Her service in the AIA expanded the relationship between the buffalo and the Appaloosans. "Strongheart here, what can I do for you?"
Grey smiled at the duo. He always hated formalities, and the lively folks of Appaloosa who enlisted to the Agency made his position as Director tolerable, in most cases anyways.
"Hello, you two. I've called you here to personally talk about your new assignment, so you both should know this is important." They nodded, intently wanting to hear what he had to say. The director responded with a serious expression, however. "Unfortunately this isn't just about Appaloosa." They both gave him a raised brow. "I'm going to send you to Ponyville. I need you two to find a certain pony with the name: The Doctor. And ask for something that I'm about to tell you. Think you both can handle it?" Brauburn spoke up.
"Grey, what's so important about this 'Doctor' pony? And isn't the AIA is made specifically made for Appaloosa?"
"Yeah," Strongheart agreed, thinking the same.
Grey sighed. He expected this, so he prepared to tell them some classified information.
"The reason is because of our expedition with the aliens. It is more than an encounter with them." This gave him their attention. "Now listen good: there is a threat in this planet that only they know. The real purpose of this campaign is to recruit any pony who is willing to join their army. Right now, we are their eyes on the surface. Wether or not you find The Doctor, Equestria's fate depends on it. He knows what to do more than any pony You both are the best I've got, can I count on you two?"
Brauburn looked at Strongheart, and Strongheart looked at him. They held the same position for a few moments until they finally decided.
"We'll do are best," Strongheart said.
Grey grinned. "Good. I knew I can trust you two. Now heres the plan: Brauburn, you will be used to disguise this as a small Apple Family reunion. Strongheart, you'll be new in town, so you will have an excuse to roam around to find out Doctor. And whatever is said here, stays here. Clear?" His response was a pair of nods. "You can get what you need from the armory, as usual. The rest of your essentials will be in a suitcase given to you on your way out. When you find the Doctor, give him this letter here." He gestured a hoof to an envelope on his desk. "It contains the message from the army. Good luck, you two."
Strongheart and Brauburn turned to leave, but then the buffalo glanced back to ask one last question, "Can you tell us what this threat is?"
"Risen Flagg," Grey Rebl said, with the name drawing venom. For years, long before his place in the army, he had been doubting Risen's intentions in his campaign. For those doubts to be right, he felt anger that he never thought he would have had. Anger that Risen fooled every Equestrian into believing that his "brave new world" was made in good intentions. As the head of the Appaloosan Intelligence Agency, he will reveal the truth to every pony. Soon, though. Soon.
With one last nod from Strongheart, Grey's thoughts went back to Clustershine, who is the newly appointed second-in-command of the Canterlot Intelligence Agency, wondering how the batpony's experience with Risen Flagg went.
(I think I went too far. Goodness this is long.)
Same as we do every day, RA. Try to take over the world.
Ok first off begin thinking about that strange pony that you met in Canterlot, you believe that his name was Risen Flag maybe. Try to understand why his glare made you feel so weak all of a sudden.
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R.A.: *stares blankly at his cellphone as he sees Razor's latest post* ....... *soon afterwards his phone sparks making it appear to be broken in an area, mostly the area where the portal making thingy is* ............ Say Nana... what would you think would happen if I was turned into a woman? This is sort of a half serious question... I always wonder what an R63 version of myself would be like.
get washed up, grab a good box to read, and make my way to a dinning room for something to eat. getting head even some what cleared up would be nice.
this is too much........
i cant breath im laughing so hard