Cleansed by Fire
There, in the middle of the desert, further west than the city of Las Pegasus to the point that it almost became forested hills, but still far enough from civilization to not warrant curiosity from taking the best of some pony’s mind and leading he or she there. The official address of this warehouse, six stories tall and several hundred feet deep, remained scratched from all books, scratched from all instrumentation to indicate an approximate location of the building to any inquiring eyes. The warehouse, surrounded on all sides by high fences of barbed-wire, observation towers, and heavily armed anti-magic installations remained ever busy during the daytime, but at night, silence remained to watch the night, with guards ponies surrounding the facility at all times. At this time though, on this single night in the middle of the desert, the facility remained alight, the guard towers burning, the defenses crushed, and the fence torn down with a single locomotive and subsequent cars positioned where the loading dock met the rails.
Three guards, tied to a lamppost, watched as a light grey, blonde maned, pegasus mare with honey eyes that seemed to be looking in two different directions directed the others into loading up some materials, the gags in their mouths preventing any form of conversation with the thieves. The ponies loaded sensitive materials, most of them in metal boxes labeled with radioactive material warnings in addition to Geiger levels, and schematics for how to utilize the materials in the device.
“Be sure to place the matching materials together on the train,” the grey mare called out over the sound of the squeaking carts. A yellow earthpony mare with a curly orange mane looked out over through the window of the locomotive’s engine, a smirk on her face and her snout covered in coal dust.
“How much longer till those guys get that ‘thing’ unloaded into the armored car?” she inquired, drawing a longing sneer from her companion before she shrugged at the question.
“The other ponies said that they encountered some kind of problem with the motorized crane or something to that affect,” she replied, “give them time, they can’t hastily move the thing otherwise, well...” She paused for a minute, her eyes flashing a brief second with the rumored images of the device’s capabilities when utilized, and all at once, she shivered at the thought. “Let’s not think about that.” She concluded when she heard the noise of the crane behind her, and turned to see it carrying a rather large metal crate stamped with the company logo as well as the other important logistical data concerning the device. The grey mare watched as the container was loaded into the railroad car while the others watched on, the guards mostly in horror at the prospect of any ponies possessing the weapon, let alone knowing what it is. The moment the box touched the floor of the car, several metal latches sprung up to hold the large container in place as the train moved across the landscape. Seconds later, the ponies slammed the door to the car shut, the exterior reading "Appleoosa Express" across the metal frame of the railroad car, and the sounds of an internal metal locking mechanism filled the air. With the door shut and locked, the time came for the second step of the plan, the part of the plan that involved sending a message to the government of Canterlot, to the government of Celestia and to the government of Risen Flag. The small group of ponies, sans the eponymous yellow pony, led by the grey mare, walked to the heart of the factory, where there lay three finished devices, each one strapped to single remote detonator with a wireless remote. According to the instruction manual, the safe distance for the blast happened to be twenty-five miles, given the blast radius of the weapon to be twenty-two miles, it would safe to assume that perhaps thirty or even forty miles, would serve better as the safe distance than the suggested.
“So, what in the name of Tartarus,” one pony stated, “is this thing exactly?” his hoof reaching towards the device, to which the grey mare immediately smacked the hoof away, with a stern look upon her face.
“This is an atomic weapon, developed by a private company in the hopes of selling it to the government for possible future use in warfare,” the grey mare explained with a rather enthusiastic and bubbly tone to her voice. “According to the AIA operatives within the Canterlot government,” the Pegasus continued, “the princesses themselves commissioned this weapon since several neighboring kingdoms have already made significant purchases of Flag’s new guns. If detonated, a single one of these devices could vaporize the entire city of Canterlot and the blast radius of the device would result in the burning of the surrounding counties and towns, including Ponyville.”
“Why would the princesses ask for such a device to be built?” the same pony as before asked, causing the grey mare to scrunch her face and furrow her brow in response. “Should not a war with guns be fault in equivalency to ensure fairness on all parties?”
“If an enemy possesses a larger and much more destructive weapon, it discourages warfare, but we are taking that one on the train for a much different purpose,” the grey mare resumed, walking up to the detonator and pulling a single key from within her mane. “The day may come when the government turns its eyes on us and decides with a single stroke of buttons and keys to end our lives in a flash of yellow fire and alight the sky with a second sun. The time of the common pony’s revolution is upon us and we will start it with a bang.” She inserted the silver key, which prompted the screen mounted on the nearest device to light up, and a voice prompted for further command.
“Desired detonation time,” the voice commanded to which the cross-eyed Pegasus leaned forward and spoke into the single embedded microphone on the device.
“Three hours and fifteen minutes,” she started and then looked back at her compatriots, a smile spreading across her lips, “commence countdown.” All at once, an alarm sounded, blaring over the ponies as the countdown on the devices began to move, prompting the ponies to run for the train, which seconds earlier began to move from the factory. The three factory workers watched in horror as the train departed, the pegasus throwing the three a seductive wink before the train picked up substantial speed and carried off into the night. They sat writhing in horror as the seconds ticked away into minutes and knew soon enough, that the minutes turned into hours and the end was not far behind.
-Meanwhile: 55 miles away from the Factory-
Roseluck stood on the hilltop, a scarf wrapped around her neck as she looked on in the distance through a pair of binoculars.
“It’s freezing out here,” she moaned, “I don’t get why he sends me out on these assignments sometimes,” she bemused, adjusting the tripod that was placed before her. “I’m going to be busy, he says,” she complained, “I need you to make sure that he made use of the documents, he says,” she concluded as she looked down at the clock placed near the tripod. “I’ve been here for three hours, I’m leaving,” she said before turning around only to find a red doorframe and a creature stepping forth from it.
“Leaving so soon,” Daedaltheus XIV stated, a suit jacket added to his usual dress of white shirt and slacks, “when there is still the finale to watch, Roseluck.” She ‘eeped’ and jumped where she stood, nearly knocking over the sensitive instrument behind her.
“Daedaltheus, I was just...” she never finished that sentence as the sky behind her alit with glorious hues of crimson, yellow and orange, as though the sun itself shown in the dark of the night. “By Celestia, what have you done, Daedaltheus?” she asked as the mushroom cloud expanded into the night sky and the earth shook with such violence as if the planet itself shifted under the weight of the new hell fire brought to life by a mad pony’s hooves.
“It is death, Roseluck,” he stated, a certain madness flaring up behind his eyes, “death concentrated into a single cylinder and packaged for easy delivery.”
-On the Train Bound for Appleoosa-
The ponies rested in the passenger car as the sound of the explosion rocked the air and sent vibrations throughout the train. The grey mare smiled and softly hummed a tune to herself as the locomotive sped down the tracks towards its destination and towards the glorious revolution that lay at hoof, the revolution to be started by the AIA for all the ponies under Celestia and Luna’s banner.
In the car behind them, a metal box sat, locked into the floor with a simple stamp of data on its side:
Weapon: Tsar Bomba
Type: Nuclear
Manufacturer: Flag Industrial Works
Approved for Delivery: Verified
Operational Status: ARMED.
-Meanwhile in Canterlot-
A distinctly bipedal figure stepped forth through the door to Risen Flag’s office, a human figure who deftly placed a single folder, thick with papers onto the desk of the Canterlot senator who now slept in his chambers with a tired unicorn mare snug to his side. The label on the file folder read simply, in red lettering with several sticky notes placed about it:
Complete Transcripts of the Conversations, Locations and Activities of Grey Rebl, AIA Operatives, Registered Anonymous, Swimming Dalek, BRP, and Gordon Freebrony
“For your viewing pleasure when you wake,” Daedaltheus XIV stated coldly, “Mister Risen Flag.”
What Do You Do?
What Do You Do?
What Do You Do?
What Do You Do?
What Do You Do?
-Chapter written by DaedaltheusXIV-
Papers:
Burst into flame, turn into flame demons, and eat Risen Flame's soul, then burn Canterlot to the ground for kicks and giggles.
Oh. It. Is. ON! Team, we're nearing our great upheaval. It is now time.
I noticed there are five of the same phrase, "What do you do" Is that for all five of us?
-On the Enterprise-
Scotti walked back on to the bridge, wiping the slightly grease-stained hands on his pants.
"Assuming command. Sulu return to your post. Our sensors and equipment should be fixed now. That EM field was a right pain to deal with." he stated.
A few minutes later, the bridge crew was running scans of the planet.
"SIR!" Ensign Chekov shouted, "A nuclear blast has been detected. It's... sir, they've detonated a bomb, sir!"
"That's not possible. They should be lightyears away from that level of tech, and the data the Daleks gave us says that there would never be a need for such weapons here." Scotty said, concerned.
"Sir, scans indicate at least one more operational device, and tons of radiation too. We won't be able to beam it through all of that. I can barely get a fix on it." Chekov said.
"Get me a line to the Allies, including the AIA. I want a group conference on screen. And inform the captain."
-In the Everfree camp-
The ringing of the communicator cut through the silence of the early night. Kirk, who had been sitting by the fire, got up and answered.
"Kirk here." He said. The rest of the away team looked up, watching as Kirk began to look more and more worried.
"I... see. This complicates things. I trust Scotty's judgement. Keep me informed. Kirk out."
"Men. There seems to be a problem. The inhabitants of this world have suddenly come across, well, nuclear weapons technology."
"Impossible!" Gordon interrupted, "There is no way they discovered such technology so soon. Especially with the lack of more basic scientific necessities. They would have to have an understanding of the atom and radiation just to name two of thw impo-"
Kirk held up his hand and Gordon stopped. "Look, I know this is... disturbing news. But it does not change our mission. We still need to gather enough information about this place to rightly determine the situation and how to fix it."
"Sir, if I may." Spock said. Kirk nodded. "From what I have read, it seems that the most logical approach would be to go to Canterlot and determine the threats from there. An enemy is most likely to infiltrate the center of government more than anywhere else."
"That's a good idea Spock." Kirk said. "We move for Canterlot tomorrow."
"Papers:
CHAIRMAN FLAG WILL FAIL.
CHINA WILL FALL." Then commence self destruct. "BETTER DEAD THAN RED"
I don't know what character I'm controlling, but how about this.
Razor put on some steel toed work boots and Roshambo DaedaltheusXIV until he passes out for delivering sensitive material to evil forces.
Hell, you can't even give the heroes a hand, he's breaking all the rules.
Daedaltheus XIV leaves. A few minutes later...
An individual steps out of the shadows, features hidden in the dark, with no one around.
I don't know what that was, or what those are, but they can't be any good... Perhaps I can interfere with the plot like this...
The individual takes the folder, and looks over it. Transcripts? On several strangers, no less.
Guess I'll hold on to these. The individual steps back into the shadows, taking the entire folder with him/her/it.
Daedaltheus is in this story now? Huh. For some reason I want him and Roseluck to sing this.
Not sure why. Maybe because it'll be funny as hell... Wait, human Daedaltheus or his ponsona from "The Misadventures of Razor and Daedaltheus"?
The papers say: DEATH TO EVERYTHING, BITCH!!!
The papers will spontaneously combust upon contact. That is all.
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Hugh Jackman (for those who didn't read my huge comment during the previous chapter, the HAI named itself) broadcasts throughout The Caesar
:ATOMIC DETONATION DETECTED ON EQUIS!
REPEAT ATOMIC DETONATION DETECTED ON EQUIS!
Sandra gets amalgamated into Hugh Jackman. Hugh downloads into BRP's wrist computer.
BRP: Time to go back to Equis.
Nana: Communication from Kirk on the planet.
Kirk's face appears on the screens in the bridge.
Kirk: Kirk here.
Nana: It's the plush. They are making a move. Another operational device is on route to Appleoosa.
BRP: It's heading straight to Grey Rebl!
Nana: We need to save them!
Scotty: We cannae beam ye down. Not through all o' that radioactive mess down ther'. Ye will have te' go down on shuttles.
BRP: That's too slow. There must be another way!
Scotty: What do ye want te' do then? Jump?
BRP: Would it be faster?
Scotty: Well yes, but yer gonna die on the way. Yer no good te' us if yer dead.
BRP: What if I used a piece of shuttle hull plate as a shield. My armour would protect me from the rest of the heat.
Scotty: Well if ye happen te have some lying around, it might work, but ye don't so.
BRP: We brought my shuttle aboard when I came here. It should still be in pieces in one of the starboard shuttle bays. An explosive decompression would launch me and my piece of hull plate straight towards the planet.
Scotty: It might work.
Nana: Would Hugh be okay?
Scotty: If BRP fries, Hugh fries. If not, then he will be fine.
Kirk: I... see. This complicates things. I trust Scotty's judgement. Keep me informed. Kirk out
Kirk's face disappears from the screens.
BRP: I had better get moving then. *Starts sprinting through the ship*
Nana: Are you sure that he will be alright?
BRP: Honestly, I hope so. For certain? There is always a chance. Aim the ship so that the bay with my shuttle is pointing to my destination. The hull plate will get me into the atmosphere. I will do the rest.
[if any dead] the souls of the dead rise and do a ghastly rendition of walk the dinosaur around canterlot garden, and twilight's room, adding to the number of ghosts haunting twilight
[orchestrated animal chaos]
a owl flies by the appleoosen bound train and lets loose its bowls perfectly splattering the window of the passenger car
owl 2, perch on celestia's balcony, hoot loudly, projectile poo on her balcony, fly away
mouse, curl up with luna
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." just a phrase that comes to mind.
I can't imagine the train it would require to transport a 27,000 kilogram bomb.
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A few minutes before the alarm went off, GR, RA, SD, and Hacker 3 were having a friendly discussion. Most of which consists of love, toilets, yellow brains, Risen Fag, RA's antics and window lickers. But mostly love. This topic bit happened during the conversation.
H3: Nana has a crush on HAI.
GR: ...You serious?
H3: Yes.
GR: ...That wasn't on the anticipation list of AI's. I'll tell the lab ponies when we are done talking. Hopefully they won't go all father-father on this. Is that all?
H3: Yes. You seem very okay with this.
GR: Nana is very independent, even though she is designed for the support role. I'm sure she will do fine on taking care of her emotions.
*Conversation went on for awhile, until...
At the AIA headquarters*
A secretary enters GR's office. By the look on her face, there is something concerning.
Secretary: Director Rebl, I- uh, am I interrupting something?
Grey Rebl (Looks up from screen and turns off mic): Hold a sec- Oh, just some small talk with my friends. Is there something you need?
Secretary: Well, maybe not. It may be trivial.
Grey Rebl: (sigh) Come on, you are here in my office for a reason, what is it?
Secretary: Well, there is mysterious cargo sent us specifically. We don't really know the sender, but we know it came from Los Pegasus. It looked something that came from the second Magitech Facility there.
Grey Rebl: Something from the Los Pegasus Magitech Facility? What is it doing here? And why? Didn't we temporarily cut away our connection to the Government Agency Network? Is there any clue on what it is?
Secretary: I cant answer all you questions, sir, but there are two things we are sure of: It's generating a lot of energy, and, weirdest of all, it has a timer on the console.
Grey Rebl: ... (Turns back on mic and with a hoof still on the tiny switch) I'll be right back. There something weird going on about in the government. Swimming, can you somehow do a scan in my location? Uhhuh, thanks, your the best.
(When Razor continued the side story off of the comments for the Starcraft chapter, I was a little lost on what comment applies and what didn't. Got a little confused, but I'm alright now)
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I actually don't know what is cannon either. I wrote a huge comment for the previous chapter and I'm not sure if any of it applies, although it does extend the Nana-HAI love thing, ends the Starcraft game with a high note and solves the problem of multiple HAI copies because now we have one inside of another like Russian dolls.
Whatever happens though, I want to surf down to Equis on a piece of broken shuttle hull.
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R.A.: *hears about the atomic bomb going off* So it seems like someone decided to finally nut up and take the initiative eh!? Its about time somebody kick started this fight!
*R.A. jumps out of his seat*
R.A.: At first I thought I would have to be the one to initiate this brawl! But times a wasting!
*points at his hackers*
R.A.: I want my own personal shuttle ready ASAP!
Hacker #1: But R.A. we don't have any personal shuttles for you.
R.A.:..... Fine then! I'll make my own personal shuttle from one of the escape pods on board this ship! *runs off in a direction towards the escape pods* I should be planet-side within the hour if I work fast enough!
Hacker #2: ...Should we stop him?
Hacker #1: ...Nah we got better things to do, if we are dealing with nukes we might as well build some emp devices in case if there are anymore nukes the enemy has in their hands.
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(I had originally had a different plan on the conference call, and Kirk would not be able to have his face on screen due to the primitive nature of his hand-held communicator, but no matter. I will roll with it)
An urgent message rings out to the wrist computer of BRP. (also, BRP, what's your character's name again?)
Scotty: BRP stop. I've done the math. Even surfing down on the ship's hull you will be destroyed. Remember that radiation that dealt havoc to the Enterprise? Turns out any object entering the atmosphere without proper shielding will be disintegrated. Very few exceptions. Besides, your suit would be unable to withstand the impact."
However, I have another way."
(Here's the point where my original plan would have been, but it's slightly modified)
GR and RA are messaged through the terminals nearest them, but GR gets a sloppy connection due to the radiation)
Scotty: Grey Rebl, be advised if you have not already. Nuclear devices have been detected as being detonated, and one has reached your base. Base calculations put the blast radius at 20-30 miles, with a fallout zone of seventy. I would suggest evacuating the entire area and attempting to disarm the device.
RA: Get me down there, I can disarm it!
BRP: So can I!
Scotty: Alright you two. I'm beaming you into one of our shuttles where a small security team is waiting. You and the three security officers will drop down in our specially designed suits. When they pull their chutes, you do. Follow their lead. Your shielding should hold assuming you stay together. Once you reach the AIA, disarming the device is a must.
(GR, you have this as your message:
Scotty: Grey Rebl, be advised...*static* ...devices have been detected as... *static* ...base. Base calculations put...*static* ...radius at 20-30 miles... *static*...zone of seventy...*static* evacuating... *static* device.
RA: Get...*static* ...there, I can... *static*
BRP: So can I!
Scotty: *static*...two. I'm beaming... *static* ...security team is waiting. You and t... *static*...drop down in our spec... *static*...suits. When they pull... *static*...lead. Your shielding ... *static*...disarming... *static*...must.
-Connection Lost-
)
RA: Wow, this is a rad suit! And it even fits over my trenchcoat and Nokia's...
...
...
Is that a built in telescoping katana?
Scotty: I'm nea even gonna ask. Look, 3we just lost Grey Rebl's connection, and radiation levels are spiking. Get down there. You are at a green light to drop in T minus 30 seconds.
BRP: I'm liking the blue color. Though I would have prefered the red of your men.
Scotty: T minus ten
The group of five grabbed on to the over head bars.
Scotty nine.
They exhaled.
Scotty eight.
They inhaled.
Seven.
One of the security officers looked like he was going to soil his armor he was so scared.
Six.
Another barely held the barf back.
Five.
The gravity suddenly shifted on them as they slammed into the ceiling on their backs. The floor beneath them opened up.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Scotty: Drop.
All five released their grip as the artificial gravity departed, sending them falling towards the planet. They fell at speeds very few could ever hope to achieve, even sponsored by red bull. They approached the blue ball beneath them barely holding on to consciousness as the Gs hit them.
Redshirt 1: Alright, nearing the atmosphere. Get in a tighter formation.
RD1: I said close in! That means you Sanchez!
RD2: WOOHOO!!! THIS IS THE BEST EXPERIENCE EVER!
RD1: Damnit, Sanchez! Hitting the atmosphere in three two one now!
A red cone formed around the group of nearly hugging divers. Redshirt 2, however, was not near enough and was literally blown apart.
RD1&3: SANCHEZ!!!!!
RD1: The dumb idiot couldn't hold his damn mind centered. DAMNIT! Alright. Five minutes until formation break.
(I'll leave the rest of the fall to you guys, just try not to kill the remaining redshirts yet? Please? I have more spectacular deaths for them)
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As R.A. continued to fall down to Equestria only one thing was on this mind.
R.A.: THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME! Who knew G-Forces tickled this much! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! *continues laughing maniacally as the team drops*
Just reread the chapter. Did the nuclear explosive fall into the hands of friendlies? I can't tell.
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Can we have some more redshirts dropping from the start?
Also, the nukes are in the hands of The Plush.
BRP's suit has a built in parachute that can be winched back in. It's how he got onto Equis without dying in the first place but ok. Scotty just kind of stole me because he didn't know. Fair enough. It also has inertial dampening for up to 5 Gs, which is a must have for servo assisted powered armour like BRP has. Anyway.
As the atmospheric breach completes, the whole squad changes body shape, allowing a faster descent. The suits provide too much drag for BRP, so he presses the little used button in case of suit malfunction. The entire suit blows away behind him, leaving BRP dropping onto the planet in his armour. His helmet's visor was already closed. A couple of helmeted faces turn to him. they have to shout over the wind whipping past the suits' audio receptors.
RD1: YOU WERE WEARING YOUR HELMET WITH THE MASK UP THE WHOLE TIME?
BRP: WELL I WASN'T ABOUT TO LEAVE IT BEHIND.
RD1: WEREN'T YOU UNCOMFORTABLE?
BRP: NO, I PICKED A SUIT 7 SIZES TOO LARGE FOR ME.
RD1: WELL THEN.
Conversation stops as the team subtracting redshirt 2 drop past a flying carriage with a huge navy blue winged thing on it. Luna is looking directly ahead when suddenly, a group of figures drop by her with a sound like lightning. She jumps up, but they are already gone.
RD1: WHO AND WHAT WAS THAT?
BRP: I HAVE NO IDEA.
Scotty: DEPLOY CHUTES!
All except for BRP and redshirt 3 deploy chutes.
RD1: BRP, JENKINS! DEPLOY YOUR CHUTES!
Redshirt 5: LEROOOOOOOYYY JEEEEENNNKIIIINSSS!!!!!!
BRP: MY CHUTE WON'T GET TORN AWAY. I DEPLOY IT WITH YOUR SECONDARY CHUTES.
Chutes for all of the others tear away. Redshirt 3 and BRP keep falling, slowing down slowly, but still well above terminal velocity. BRP spreads arms and legs fully for maximum air resistance. Redshirt 3 keeps himself as vertical.
Scotty: DEPLOY SECONDARY CHUTES!
All except for Redshirt 3 deploy chutes. BRP slows down even more until he is actually falling at a sane speed.
RD1: JENKINS! DEPLOY YOUR CHUTE!
Redshirt 3: SIR, I AM GOING TO DISABLE THAT TRAIN!
RD1: AT THE COST OF YOUR LIFE?
RD3: WHAT?
RD1: YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T DEPLOY CHUTES 1 AND 2 WITHIN SEVENTEEN SECONDS!
RD3: OH SHIT!
Redshirt 3 deploys his first chute. It gets torn away after thirty seconds. Then he deploys his second chute which holds. All of the others except BRP disconnect their second chutes as they decelerate to terminal velocity. twenty seconds later, redshirt 3 disconnects his second chute.
Hugh Jackman: JENKINS, DEPLOY YOUR THIRD CHUTE NOW AND USE THE EMERGENCY CHUTE FOR YOUR FINAL APPROACH!
Redshirt 3 deploys his third chute.
Hugh: *quietly to BRP only* close up your chute and catch up to him.
BRP: He's moving faster than terminal velocity.
Hugh: He is moving slightly slower now. If you drop to vertical, you will be able to catch up.
BRP: OK.
BRP closes his chute by activating his backpack winches at maximum speed, pulling the chute towards him. It packs itself away and he drops towards Redshirt 3.He catches up to him and grabs onto the Redshirt. Then he reactivates his chute, yanking them both upwards again. The rest of the group deploy their final chutes.
Hugh: JENKINS, YOUR SUIT DOESN'T HAVE AN EMERGENCY CHUTE. I HAD TO GET YOU TO SLOW DOWN TO THE POINT THAT BRP COULD CATCH YOU AND BRING YOU IN. HOLD ON TO HIM.
RD1 & 3: WHAT?
Hugh: HOLD ON FOR DEAR LIFE!
two minutes later, the team reaches the ground safely, all except for Redshirt 2.
Have this on the bottom of the file, with the annotation "Courtesy of the Allies"
As a P.S., When we capture you, it'll be a keelhauling followed by a flogging round the fleet. Moses law at each ship.
Also, the information contained therein should be dead wrong.
Remember me and my fleet of ships? I'd link to it... But I forget which chapter that comment was on... Anyway, If I remember right, I had 20 ships, including the U.S.S. Constitution and six Long-ships. Xortu was on Old Ironsides... And I was out of sight of land...
I think I'll make four of them Monitors, and the rest can just be wooden frigites. I'll also move them in to 20 miles from shore.
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RD1: Alright. Now that we are here, we should get to the AIA headquarters. Remember that we will have extremely limited contact with the fleet until we can get rid of the radiation.
RD3, BRP, RA: Right.
RD1: Let's move.
...
...
...
RD1: Which way is the AIA headquarters again?
RD3, BRP, RA: *FACEPALM*
(I'm mostly leaving where it is and what it looks like to GR, but feel free to move the team around RA and BRP. Also, if you find good and (mostly) useful ways to kill the redshirts, feel free. Just try to save Jenkins....
I like him
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Not in that way you sick fucks!)
3000677 3002220>>3001211(Sorry for the lateness. being at the other side of the world gives us quite a time difference.)
*Right in front of Grey Rebl, is a metallic device. He, the secretary, and a few Lab Ponies are with him in the cargo bay of the facility. To the unicorns frustration, they sense no magical current emitting from it. It's as if it's purely engineered by earth ponies.*
Grey Rebl: So, it's generation a lot of energy, and yet there is no magic to do so?
Secretary: Correct, Director.
GR: Sounds like something the aliens would know about.
Lab Pony: Sir! Sir! A message from the Enterprise!
GR: And speak of the devil. What does it say?
LP: Well, sir, there's a lot of static, thanks to that thing, so it's hard to tell what they are trying to say. Just listen to what we had recorded.
*message relayed*
GR: Evacuation? I've got a bad feeling about this. (turns to Secretary) Call an emergency evacuation. I want everypony out of here and away from here by a 30 to 40- no, 50 to 60 miles.
Secretary: Director, you can't be serious.
GR: We are talking about a device that came from the Los Pegasus Facility. And if that timer on the console is of any indication, I'd say there's something shady going on and I can't take any risk.
Secretary: ...Yes, sir.
GR: Oh, and open up the entrance too. (Dramatically looks up to the ceiling) Our friends are coming to deal with... whatever it is.
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Where the AIA is? It's underground.
*The team are several yards away from what looks like an abondoned train station. Evidently, trains past by it. They feel as though it has a secret purpose though... From under their feet, a circular door big enough to fit a truck opens up, sand and dust oozing inside. *
RD1: Nevermind.
*From there, they fell and landed on metallic surface. When they recovered they found themselves on a platform and what appears to be a cargo bay, deserted.*
Grey Rebl: Nice of you to drop in in person.
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RD1: Sir, Lieutenant Wiggums reporting for duty. As per orders, myself, Private Jenkins, and the recently deceased Sargent Sanchez have delivered RA and BRP via orbital drop to disarm the nuclear device.
Both redshirts salute in their bright red suits.
RD1: Furthermore, we are to act as further security in case of a counter attack against our disarming attempts.
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BRP: If we had time to talk, I would be pleased to exchange pleasantries Director. Unfortunately, you have a nuke sitting under your feet that could detonate at any moment. We need to get down there now to disarm and defuse it. My wrist comp has composed an area of static. Any remote detonators would have to enter it and put themselves into the blast zone. That should buy us some time, unless the bomb has a timer. Fortunately, nukes are fairly stable until they are set to detonate. The real problem is that there are too many things that we need in this facility. *speaks into com link to The Caesar* Nana, please download schematics for this facility into my wrist comp. *back to GR* Were you ever an operator, Director? I have the layout, but you know where the bomb is.
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GR: You mean the device behind me is a bomb!?
...
Lieutenant Wiggums: ...What is this place?
GR: A cargo bay. What else do you think the abandon train stations was for?
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BRP: And the second biggest kind that I have ever seen. If we can't disarm it, Appleoosa is going to be wiped off the map. Right now, be happy that its nuclear and not antimatter. Even if you disarm an antimatter bomb, as soon as power runs out, the thing explodes anyway. Nukes actually have to be detonated. If we had a shuttle down here we could simply drag the thing into space, but we don't so we can't. As it stands, we need to cut the wires from the detonator to any receivers or timers. Usually, there is a choice of two major wires that we need to get. One will disarm the bomb, the other detonates. We will need a toolbox to open the panel. *Walks over to the bomb, looks at the timer.* Oh shit. We don't have time for a toolbox. Wiggums, Jenkins, take positions to guard against any members of the opposition coming in to stop us. RA, help me get the panel off. *Pulls out one of his knives and starts to use it as a screwdriver, then as a crowbar. The panel comes off.* That's a lot of wires. It looks like we have three different detonators as well as the timer. The three detonators are for when we try to disarm it. Hugh, what kinds of detonators are they?
A green light emits from BRP's helmet and scans the bomb.
Hugh: We have a fuse overload switch, a liquid conductor and an audio switch. Director, you will have to whisper from now on. We believe that it is designed for you. I will disable the audio switch. A fuse overload switch? It needs to be killed first. If we remove anything else first, the current increases and the fuse burns. When the fuse burns, the bomb detonates. The problem is that the fuse overload is directly under the liquid conductor. The way that it lies right now is safe. It is made of thin glass that will break if we try to move it. The problem is that we need to move it to disable the fuse and if we want to move it, we need to disarm it first.
BRP: Ok. I need an insulator. Do you have a medkit on you Wiggums?
RD1: Yes sir.
BRP: Bring it here.
Redshirt 1 gets to BRP and deposits the medkit beside him before heading back to his post. BRP takes a tube out of the medkit and looks at it.
BRP: Perfect.
He squirts from the tube into the bomb casing, filling it up with a green foam. Then he shifts the glass tube with the liquid in it to the side, revealing the fuse. He rests the tube into the foam and reaches down with a knife. He is about to cut the wires when phaser fire from the entrance distracts him momentarily. He reaches down again and quickly cuts the wires. The timer flickers, but remains constant. The bomb doesn't go off. BRP takes the medkit and dumps out the contents. He picks out a large bandage, wrapped in plastic. He gently cut the plastic down the side and pulls the bandage out. Next, he holds the plastic under the glass tube and cracks it, any drips missing the makeshift bag drop onto the foam and don't penetrate to the circuits below.
BRP: Okay, Hugh, take out that audio receptor.
A blast of static from BRP's helmet speakers jolts through the bay. A small light on the audio receptor flickers and dies.
Hugh: Done.
BRP: Okay, now we need to sort out that timer.
An explosion from the front hurls Redshirt 1 through the doorway, followed by three dozen bees. The bees descend on him and explode in small popping noises, each one blasting a hole into his suit before another would dive in and explode on his skin. He screams, but the bees run out before he does. Suddenly, a giant worm reaches through the doorway and grabs him. It throws him into the air and catches him in a mouth full of circular rings of spinning teeth. The worm notices the group standing around the bomb. It surges forwards just as RA...
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...
...
happens...
to it.
BRP: RA can you finish with the bomb?
RA: Fine.
BRP grabs his knives and races out of the door past the wreckage that was a giant worm. As he runs outside, he notices Redshirt 3 still standing and fighting, a large gash in his leg and multiple holes in his suit, several with blood dripping from them. He grabs the Redshirt and throws him through the door into the bay. Then he turns towards the army of horrors that are still coming towards the AIA. He draws his knives.
BRP: RA, hurry up with that bomb. I have a feeling that you will want to be a part of this.
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R.A.: *begins looking over the bomb* ...Hmmm lets see here shouldn't be too hard... *sees all the different wires* Hmmm.... eney meany miney moe catch a tiger by the toe... *R.A. begins using his vast knowledge of Eney Meany Miney Moe to disarm the bomb*
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*meanwhile back on Caesar*
Hacker 1: ...Why do I have the feeling that R.A. is doing something stupid right now?
Hacker 2: ... Don't worry I'm getting the exact same feeling.
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(Remember extremely limited contact with the fleet until we can disperse the radiation)
RD1 Whoa, whoa, whoa, THAT's the nuclear device? Can someone, like, take care of it, without playing a game of chance? I don't feel like dying this close to my retirement... I only have one more day...
RA, BRP, GR: (All immeadiately feel bad for the soon-to-be-dead guy. For he doomed himself with those words)
(Also, Deadalus/Razor will probably attempt to stop us in the next chapter, so I'd suggest getting to the point of beginning to disarm the bomb and then stopping until next chapter)
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Redshirt one got death by giant worm. I kept redshirt 3 alive at your request. He even has a full name based off of a minor meme.
Also, I kind of want Razor to write the fight with the random creatures.
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*facepalm*
I completely missed your comment. Let's assume my previous comment happened before the creatures attacked?
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We can go with that.
RAZOR!!!! It's past noon on THURSDAY!!!!! Where's Wednesday's chapter?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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This feeling. I feel it.
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We should start a revolt! Join the Plush! Kill the others!!!! Of course, they don't need to know of our traitorous acts, right?
(P.S. Razor, I'm not being serious here)
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He chose to take a break on Wednesday my friend... this is something I'd expect R.A. to say.
R.A.: *from the time out corner* WHAT WAS THAT!?
Keep that up and you'll stay in the time out corner for another five minutes.
R.A.: *continues to mutter obscenities*
Just check Razor's latest blog and it should explain everything.
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(I saw that)
GF: PSSSTTT, RA! I think Razor abandoned us. We should start a revolt! First against your master. Here, take this crowbar. It's one of the few things that can harm him...
(Still no seriousness here, Razor)
Okay, I have no idea what's going on.
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I'm sorry, you completely lost me. What?
WHOO! YEAH! What've I missed?
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Let me see... shit is hitting the fan currently if you have already read the chapter so here is my suggestion: Quickly put down something for the side story, I have a feeling next chapter is going to be heavily side story based. Or just send Razor a quick message of what you want your character to do in the side story for next chapter. Either will do.
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R.A.: Thanks for the crowbar, but killing my so called "Master" is not that simple. *grabs crowbar and embeds it into my skull*
...Ow. That really smarts.
R.A.: Sure I can punch, maim, rip, pummel, destroy, blow up, set aflame, implode, explode, and any other ways to kill a person, but I can never kill "him". Its not because he is super strong, just watch. Other me! Punch me!
Fine. *punches R.A. with the force of a baby kitten*
R.A.: See! He can't die, but he can't fight for shit! *suddenly backhands "me" into a brick wall* Any other questions?
...Ow....You're going back into the time out corner.
R.A.: *sighs depressingly as he goes back to the time out corner*
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Me: Well, I'm pretty hungry... Who wants dinner?
Everything else capable of eating: WE DO!
You realize that you stayed up until midnight waiting.for the next chapter of this fic. What do you do?
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If he can't fight, what's stopping you from locking him you from locking him up far away? He won't be able to tell you what to do. Besides, why do you listen to him anyway?
Also, RAZOR!!!!!!! WHERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER. IT'S SATURDAY!!!!!
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R.A.:... I could lock him up far away, but what would that make me better than him putting me in time out? Wouldn't that make me look like a dirtbag or something? He doesn't necessarily boss me around he just acts like... my yang to my yin from time to time.
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Is the opportunity to join the oc army still open?
Can my oc join the army?