Small Closure
Wildcard awoke early the next morning before the sun was even up to get a head start on his work. Wildcard found a note on the Doctors door, apparently he was at Canterlot General and would see Wildcard later in the day. Shrugging it off Wildcard made his way to his office, and he entered to find his new typewriter waiting on his desk, with a placard in front bearing his name, an apparent gift.
"Ambassador Wildcard" He said to himself in awe of what he had accomplished thus far.
Leaning his basic looking saddlebag rucksack against the desk (He would really have to get one of the cutie-mark themed bags the ponies seemed to all have.), he sat as his desk and beheld his new typewriter. Just like he had seen in the shop, it was gleaming red metal with a hundred or so keys, and it was all his. To the side was a note and the two stylus-shoes. There was also two letters tucked underneath, which had apparently arrived before the typewriter.
"Ink is full, take the placard as a gift. - Glass Pane" The note read.
The wind howled against the window behind him, and Wildcard smiled again as he opened the letter. The rest of the room still needed work, but at this rate he would have his own embassy building by the end of the month. Reading it by the light of his crooked alicorn (and it better stay crooked, a cutie mark was enough.), Wildcard realized it was the notorized duplicate of the contract he had signed with Applebuck, noting the first shipment will be picked up in Appleloosa in a few days. The other was the days intelligence from home, a grim report detailing heavy injuries trying to secure the Badlands from the Diamond Dogs, and intensely suspicious shipments moving from the Griffon Kingdoms to the independent states east of the hive.
Putting those letters in his desk with the rest Wildcard slipped on the styluses and set to work. Working by the light of his alicorn with his blue eyes glowing in the dark he set right to it, quickly running through a dozen pages as he doubled up on the world count entirely because he enjoyed his new toy so much. Before long he had collected his entire time in Equestria on those pages, and a copy of the contract to boot. Wildcard finally felt like a proper government bureaucrat, and with his work done took some time to explore the castle- partially because he didn't have a stapler.
After a bit of wandering the halls Wildcard found himself at the archives. Walking past the guards with a sense of purpose he strode right in to take a look around. He found a stapler at the head of the room on an empty desk, which he perused and then left- regretting that he forgot to take his bag with him. Office supply theft was a hallowed tradition in the civil services, Wildcard knew this well enough. That bit of business taken care of he took some time to stroll the aisles, finding himself intrigued by the one labelled "HX60: Early Continental History.". Walking down that aisle he picked a book at random and pulled it out, but was interrupted before he could read the cover by the blinding light of the sun coming in through the portal on the archives roof.
The morning heralded the return of Celestia, who in turn sent a herald to find Wildcard, he found the changeling standing in that aisle, covering his eyes from the sun.
"Ambassador Wildcard," The herald said. Wildcard squinted to see Flash Sentry standing with the sun beaming around his head like a halo.
Wildcard squinted his eyes at him. "That would be me."
"You're requested in meeting room two," Flash said.
"Very well," Wildcard replied, "Lead the way."
After a short walk Flash led Wildcard to the meeting room. As he walked in he saw Celestia at the end of a long table, crafted from the same dark wood his desk was. Beside her was her ever lovely assistant First Class. Infront a pegasus with a blue uniform sat opposite a stallion in a heavy suit of gold trimmed armour. On the table were quills, some neatly stacked documents on both sides, with bold red lettering that Wildcard assumed was some variation of "Top Secret". They both looked at him with the calculating gaze of experienced military leaders. First Class smiled, creating an odd contrast.
"Ambassador, It's good that you can join us," Celestia said, smiling warmly down at the changeling as he approached.
"With the current tension outside our borders, and our new alliance, I felt it proper to let you in on our security briefings." She gestured to the stallion in the armour. "This is my new Captain of the Guard; L.E Massè, and Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts." They nodded in turn as they were addressed, and Celestia gestured Wildcard come sit. Choosing between the Wonderbolts; and the Guard, he took a seat beside Spitfire. Putting the report on the desk, and the book on top, Wildcard sat at attention. They exchanged a quick nod before Celestia spoke again.
"We're still missing one, has anypony seen--" She was interrupted in her question as a blue blur flew into the room and, hovering in the air for a second, came to the ground at the front of the table.
"Rainbow Dash." Wildcard mumbled as simultaneously Celestia greeted the pegasus. She was also clad in the uniform of the Wonderbolts, a golden eagle adorning her lapel. She bowed and greeted the princess, as she took a seat beside Wildcard.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world, a real security briefing- too cool!" She didn't seem to realize whom she was sitting beside as she fidgeted in her seat.
"So what are we going to talk about first, a daring invasion to free a foreign land?" Rainbow Dash's eyes darted around the room.
The Captain shook his head. "Tried that, didn't end well." He said, and then turned his gaze to the Princess of the Sun.
"I have to say I disagree about having... the 'respected ambassador', here. We'll be discussion guard rotations..."
Rainbow Dash groaned, causing the Captain to pause for a moment.
"... unit strengths, and patrols. This is all critical information."
Celestia looked back at him. "Captain, we're allies with the Changelings now, we have nothing to hide."
The Captains head bobbled back and forth as he considered this. "Very well, but I still feel awkward."
"You're not the only one." Rainbow Dash complained to the side at Wildcard while he stared ahead at the opposing wall with the passion of somebody that really didn't want to appear phased.
"Fall in, Rainbow Dash." Spitifire ordered. The pegasus came to attention, and Wildcard was extremely thankful for this.
"Without further ado, I suggest that the Ambassador begin." Celestia nodded to Wildcard, and he spoke up. It was strange to be letting the ponies in on the intelligence of the hive, and yet it felt natural. His life training told him they were not to be trusted, but his experiences in the past week proved otherwise.
"The Griffons have been running shipments of unknown materials to a few of the independent kingdoms, we have agents in place but it will be some time before we have any useful information. Elsewhere, the Diamond Dogs have been harassing our forays into the Badlands, which has been a drain on resources. We've got to deploy most of what we have just to track them down, if the Griffons make a move now we're scattered."
The captain removed a page from before him, and considered it for a moment.
"I could spare a century, if you can send some help to bolster the coastal defense," The Captain said as he circled something on the paper.
"I'll pass that along, we would be grateful," Wildcard said.
Rainbow dash groaned again, and slumped it her chair. Spitfire leaned forward and glared at the pony.
"I can see this alliance is already proving useful. Spitfire, what do you have?" Celestia gestured to her. Rainbow Dash bolted to attention.
"I've had a long hard look at the Wonderbolts, and while we've got flair- we can't fight a war. We've got wings, we've got money, but we don't have proper training. Almost nopony has seen any sort of action either, except that 'dragon incident'. Frankly: we're in a sorry state."
Rainbow Dash flew up into the air over the chair and punched the air, Wildcard watching bemused from below.
"I've seen action, I kicked a dragon in the face- I could take them on!"
"Rainbow Dash!" Spitfire slammed her hooves on the table. "At attention cadet! I didn't call you here for entertainment!"
Rainbow Dash flopped down back to her seat and saluted.
"Yes ma'am!" She turned to her superior with her hooves also on the table. "I'm just saying that, officially, why don't we just go kick some flank and show these griffons who's boss? We can take em!"
The Captain cleared his throat, and the two pegasi turned to him.
"They outnumber the Wonderbolts thirty to one, they have weapons that can shoot fire, and they just got done a rather nasty bit of infighting, you don't stand a chance." He prodded another document with a hoof.
"We don't either," he mumbled.
Rainbow Dash leaned forward to argue the point, but was silenced by Celestia before she could.
"The Captain is right, Rainbow Dash. We haven't had to deal with a threat like this in hundreds of years. Our best chance is to ensure the peace continues, somehow."
Wildcard took this chance to speak up. He cleared his throat and the others turned to him.
"Now, excuse me, but have they not been arming for the last week? The kingdoms are unified, and if I could venture a guess the Captain's report is going to be that they've been testing the border patrols, which is why he wants backup," Wildcard said. Celestia turned to the Captain, and he nodded in return.
"They're coming, Princess, it's only a matter of time. We could infiltrate them, weaken them, eliminate certain assets..." He trailed off as he noticed Celestia's glare, he swore there was fire in her eyes.
"No," Celestia said, and leaned forward to look closely at the group in turn. "There will be no infiltration, there will be no 'weakening'. If the Griffons choose to attack, only then we will defend ourselves. We will not dirty this nation by doing anything unjust against them first. If Equestria lives, it lives by friendship and acceptance. The day I authorize a pre-emptive attack, is the day Equestria dies."
Wildcard couldn't help but be moved by the speech. So was the rest of the room, as it fell to silence.
"Now, then." She sat back in her desk and resumed her usual relaxed look. "If there's no further business, I suggest we adjourn for today." She pushed her chair back and stood. The rest followed, collecting their documents.
Wildcard stayed in his seat as the others began to leave.
"Princess, mind if I ask a question?"
She looked at him quizzingly. "Yes?" She asked.
"Why isn't your sister here, shouldn't she be in on these briefings?" Wildcard inquired.
"She has her own set of worries, the night guard- not to mention..." Wildcards mind trailed off as his eyes slid from the Princess to her aide, standing at her side like a flower in the shadow of a great tree. She met his gaze, and for a few moments they smiled at each other. Every aspect of this mare was a delight to Wildcard's senses, and he savoured this time.
The time was broken by a painful jab in Wildcards flank, shocking him so much that instinctually fell into a green field and emerged disguised, to the laughter of those around- First Class blushing and looking away.
"I've seen a lot of things in my time." Celestia laughed. "But a smitten changeling, that's a first."
Wildcard looked back at himself, noting the doctor laughing behind him, and quickly noticed his blue coat.
Blue coat and blue/white mane...
"Wha... I..." Wildcard kicked the chair back and stood, stunned in confusion, blushing as he rubbed the carpet with a hoof. "It's... instinctual." he tried to explain, still stuck in First Classe's voice for the moment.
"Sure it is buddy." Dr. Flankenstein said, prodding him in the flank. "You forgot the cutie mark."
Wildcard dropped his disguise, and lowered his head and ears in a weird combination of shame and embarrassment. He mumbled a few syllables of some unknowable words as his brain imploded in on itself attempting to fix the situation, but it was to no avail. Soon enough he found himself alone in the room, except for the smiling face of the doctor.
"You'll be glad to know that's the last one, you're all immunized now," he said.
Wildcard sighed. "Great, do you have anything for love sickness?" He asked.
The Doctor laughed again in return. "I had no idea you had such a flair for the dramatic, let's get you to Baltimare before you manage to devolve into a romantic comedy."
Wildcard nodded at his friend, and picking up his documents he left the room behind. Outside he heard a small voice clear it's throat. Turning to see First Class standing beside the doorway he lowered his ears and eyed the ground.
"I'm sorry.. about that." Wildcard said, glancing up to see First Class smiling at him.
Dr. Flankenstein kicked Wildcard, hard, in the flank, tumbling him towards her. He stopped himself just before colliding, inches away from her muzzle.
"I think it was cute." First Class said. She blushed and for a moment there was silence between the two.
Wildcard bottled up all the nerve he had, and drank it. Looking First Class in the eye he asked: "Got any plans tonight?"
First Class giggled and for a moment Wildcards heart sank. "Not at all, how about ten?" She asked.
Wildcard nodded. "We should be back by then, right Doctor?" He turned to his friend asked.
"I'll make sure of it, we better get a move on then," he replied.
"I'll see you then, meet at your office," First Class said, and with a wink departed down the hallway.
Wildcard clutched his papers with a death grip as he stood there, and had to be pulled away by Dr. Flankenstein so lost was he in his own thoughts. He returned to that beach in his mind as the Doctor pulled him down the hallway and to his office. The cold wooden floor shocked Wildcard back to his senses, and so did the sneezing brought on by the dust that covered that floor.
"Get your stuff and lets go, the train ride takes four hours," Dr. Flankenstein said. Wildcard nodded and grabbed his bag, putting his report and the book in it before tossing it over his back.
"You got a coat?" Flankenstein asked.
"No, why?" Wildcard returned.
"It's pretty cold near the coast this time of the year, but never mind. I'll set you up when we get there, I know somepony who knows somepony," Dr. Flankenstein said, and gestured Wildcard followed him out. He did so, and figured he could leave the request for coastal support for tomorrow.
Soon Wildcard was waiting at the train departure platform. The time according to a clock hanging behind him was 7AM, which left plenty of time for him to get to Baltimare, find those engineers, find out the mysterious truth behind the doctor, and return in time for his date.
Hearing the train whistle down the tunnel Dr. Flankenstein came to Wildcards side with that days Equestria Daily sticking out of his bag. Neither of them had tickets, which Wildcard quickly realized.
"Hold on a second, I thought you were getting tickets?" Wildcard asked.
The Doctor put a hoof around Wildcards shoulder and smirked at him. "You're a government official, you get free passage," he explained.
"I do?" Wildcard asked, not convinced.
"You do if you say you do," Dr. Flankenstein whispered into Wildcards ear, as the train rumbled to a stop and the conductor got out to start boarding ponies.
"Goood morning!" The conductor clacked his hooves together as he came to a halt before them. "Can I see your boarding passes, gentle colts?" The conductor smiled at the two with a hoof outstretched.
Wildcard stuck out his chest. "Do you know who we are, conductor?" He asked with the pompous tone of a civil servant.
The conductor paused for a moment and looked the pair over. Wildcard felt a twinge of nerves tingle down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The conductor squinted and him and adjusted his thick glasses.
"Oh! Ambassador!" The conductor grabbed and shook his hoof. "Welcome aboard, I assume you've got some important business, the first class car in the back is empty today- it's all yours," the conductor said. He led the two onboard the drawn to the rear car.
"If you need anything, gentlecolts, feel free to ask," the conductor said, bowing and gently closing the door to leave the pair alone in the large, elegant sleeper car.
Dr. Flankenstein wasted no time plopping down on one of the beds, throwing his bag on the floor and stretching out on his back.
"Celestia's hoof it's good to be back on the government bit, I missed this sort of thing."
Wildcard sat on the one opposite, putting his bag on the floor.
"You used to work in government, doctor?" Wildcard asked. He knew the answer, but wanted confirmation.
"I did," the Doctor sighed, "Royal Surgeon, used to go all over Equestria- mostly just to explore, ancient alicorns don't need a doctor for much."
"So what happened?" Wildcard asked, while he rummaged through his bag for that book.
The Doctor rolled over and stared out the window as the train rumbled forward. "I tried to play creator."
He turned to match Wildcards gaze, and looked him the eye, a thousand yard stare that said more then any words could.
"You'll know when we get to the lab," Dr. Flankenstein said, and turned his gaze back out the window as the train descended into the mountain tunnel.
Wildcard let the subject rest, for the moment, and the Doctor seemed in no mood to talk. Finally finding the time to find out what book he had picked out he spent the next few hours reading it over: "A history of the early Equestrian Empire: The Dawn of the Sun." it was written by a pony named Chicago Style. Starting, as most things do, at the start of what had apparently been the "Equestrian Empire." the book described the early years, and how the city of Canterlot flourished and expanded following an event termed the 'return of harmony'. The Crystal City rose a few hundred years later, and the first fracture began when the City sought independence. It was all fascinating, but Wildcard found something important missing- there was absolutely no mention of the hive, or changelings. Flipping through the appendix Wildcard confirmed this, nothing. For at least the first few thousand years of Celestia's rule there had been no sighting of anything resembling the changelings.
So then Celestia must have been there when they were first discovered...
Wildcard was interrupted by a familiar biting pinch on his flank, and turned his head to see a floating syringe drawing a small amount of green blood. He glared at the Doctor opposite him.
"Haven't been able to take a blood sample yet, I've always wondered where your people came from, and with my lab I'll be able to start the search," Flankenstein explained. "Plus, I'll be able to see if there's any other diseases you might be susceptible to. Immunizations can protect you from bugs, but who knows if there's other long term problems," he added.
"Go back a bit." Wildcard said, watching the syringe float back to the doctors bag as the trees went by in the distance. "My origins?" He asked.
"As near as I can tell, your people are a sort of sub-species. What I want to know is when they diverged, can't have been any less then ten thousand years or so," Flankenstein said, as the newspaper levitated out of his bag.
"Oh sweet Celestia, take a look at this," Dr. Flankenstein jumped the beds and hovered the front page of the newspaper ahead of them both.
"Baltimare on alert!"
Below the headline was a darkly lit image of the city, with spotlights trained on the sky in the background. In the light could be seen dozens of tiny figures flying through the air, and a few puffs of smoke and fire.
"Turn the page!" Wildcard exclaimed, anxious to find the rest. Flankenstein did as requested and they both gazed entranced at the details.
"Baltimare on high alert following skirmish with unknown flying force. The Royal Guard is staying quiet, but with the rumours surrounding the Griffon Kingdoms it's easy to suspect..."
Wildcard looked away, he knew enough. Captain L.E Massé had hinted there was problems on the coast, but he had no idea it was of this magnitude. If the Griffons were already skirmishing on the border it did not bode well for the future, anybodies future. Wildcard got up and spent the next hour pacing back in forth along the car. Flankenstein continued to read the paper while the train continued along it's journey to the coast. The trees faded away to be replaced by the plain before the ocean, and in the distance the Rambling River meandered it's way to the coast. Wildcard paused to look out the window, and noticed an airship hanging over the river. Turning his gaze to the city and ocean ahead the train suddenly came to a screeching stop, throwing Wildcard against one of the beds.
Before either of the passengers could react there was a thump on the roof and outside armoured figures surrounded the train. Wildcard ducked under the bed instinctually, cowering under there as Flankenstein remained sitting at his, he shut the blinds with a magic field and turned his attention to the door.
There was a knock. The pair responded with silence.
"Who's in there?" A voice on the other side asked. Wildcard recognized it as Captain Massé
"Ambassador Wildcard, and Doctor Flankenstein, Captain." Wildcard replied, he got up from under his makeshift bunker and shoved his book in his pack, slinging it over his back as the door opened.
"You came at really bad time, Ambassador," The Captain said, looking past Wildcard he saw the rest of the room was empty, and nodded to his side. The sound of wings flapping overhead followed another clank on the roof.
"Cities under martial law, we're sending the train back. What's your business here?"
Wildcard was about to reply but was interrupted by the Doctor shoving him aside.
"Hold on now!" he exclaimed, pointing an accusing hoof at the Captain. "Martial law, isn't that a bit extreme?"
The Captain sighed and gestured the two follow him off the car. Wildcard did, and the Doctor did so too after some hesitation to grab his bag. On the ground beside the train they looked towards the city, surrounded by a small fleet of airships with at least a hundred pegasi visible in the sky.
"We got attacked last night, it was impossible to tell their numbers. When news got out the entire city tried to leave at once, it was chaos. The police were overwhelmed. We've shut the rail line and instituted a curfew, until Celestia instructs differently the cities locked down," the Captain explained.
"We can't head back Captain, not yet. We've got important business here," Wildcard said.
The Captain waved a hoof in the air and two pegasi came to hover above them.
"Very well, but you shouldn't stay for long. We'll escort you to wherever it is you need to go."
Dr. Flankenstein came to their side, looking at his hometown in the distance as the train rumbled it's way backwards down the tracks. "57 and 68th, on the beachfront," He said. The captain nodded and they started forward with their flying escort above.
As they approached the city it became obvious the level at which the guard was going to keep the peace. The rail line was barricaded at several points, and the river was blockaded by a frigate positioned lengthwise to block the entire passage. Above it hovered an airship far larger then any of the others. Above the city were dozens more of these ships, circling the city as every once and a while a pegasus flight returned, or departed. If Wildcard had to guess he would say a good third of the Equestrian Royal Guard was here, and a majority of their pegasi. They came upon a checkpoint at one of the roads leading out of the city, looking past Wildcard saw deserted streets, carriages parked to the side.
The Captain stopped the Doctor and Wildcard and walked ahead of them to the checkpoint, having a quick word with the guard standing beside the small wooden structure. He returned with two small cards as the guard pushed the barricade blocking the road to the side.
"Keep these with you, I realize they say you're guards, but I don't have ID cards for "Doctor" and "Changeling Ambassador"."
Wildcard and Dr. Flankenstein nodded as they put away the cards in their bags. "You sure this level of security is needed?" Wildcard asked.
"No, if they were coming this wouldn't stop them, but it gives the people some proof that we're here, and they're safe. That's more important then anything right now."
Wildcard nodded and the Captain led the group onwards into the deserted city streets. As they walked Wildcard couldn't help but feel claustrophobic as the towering buildings loomed overhead, silent monoliths. Here and there guards stood behind barricades with odd machines at their sides. They looked like cannons with thin barrels, on a rotating base that pointed skywards. Wildcard asked what they were and found out that the captain had the idea of using water pipes to direct fireworks into the sky. He had used this the night before to blind the griffons, sending them retreating in confusion. Wildcard noticed as they walked the city got progressively more and more run down, even having to step past a few potholes in the road.
After a good half hour of walking, they arrived at their apparently destination.
Dr. Flankenstein grinned and clacked his hooves together as they stopped in front of a worn down warehouse, windows covered in the grit of a decade or more of neglect. It reminded Wildcard of his office.
"Just like I left it!" he exclaimed, and giddily galloped to the entrance. Wildcard turned to the captain.
"Captain, I was told there was an engineering firm in town, you know anything about that?"
The Captain nodded. "Shoreside Engineering and Pathfinding, they built a few of those airships and plotted the new Crystal Empire rail connection, They're holed up in the city hall right now, I'll have them a representative down here, I don't want all my eggs in one basket," He said.
Wildcard nodded, he supposed there was wisdom in this. "Just tell them to hurry, I'm due back in Canterlot later."
The Captain shook his head. "Good luck getting back, that was the last train before word made it to Canterlot, and I'm not sparing an airship."
Wildcard squinted his eyes at the captain. "Then I'll fly," he stated firmly.
"It's your own funeral, I can't stop you." The captain said, and turned away. Wildcard trotted over to the 'labs' entrance as the Captain said something to the two pegasi, whom saluted and took up patrols above. Satisfied with this Wildcard entered the building.
It was far cleaner on the inside. Wildcard stood in awe of the dozens of amazing machines lining the spotless white walls of the enormous room. The floor was a gleaming white tile, and the doctor was busy sitting on a stool before some gigantic machine manic ally printing information into a bin beside him. Wildcard noticed a small vial of a green liquid plugged into the machine, and approached to inquire.
"What is all this, Doctor? I've never seen anything like this." Wildcard asked.
"This, my friend, is ten million bits and a decade of work. I accomplished great things here, and one terrible," Dr. Flankenstein shook his head and turned to look over the paper piled in the bin.
Wildcard craned his neck to take a look, but it was seemingly gibberish. Lines and lines of GAT, ATA, and other 3 letter words that made no sense. Thousand of lines on dozens of pages, each with a green rectangle beside. Dr. Flankenstein scanned them and then grabbed at one to inspect it closer.
"Wildcard, you're not going to believe me." Dr. Flankenstein said in a hushed voice, his hooves shaking as he held a paper with a series of red lines highlighting a few of those mystery sequences.
"Lay it on me doc, it's been a pretty good week," Wildcard said.
"Remember when I said that the earliest time for your peoples divergence was ten thousand or so years? According this you diverged less then five hundred years ago. As a matter of fact, genetically? You're a pony."
Wildcard looked at the doctor, who in turn looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.
"Hold on, that's.. that's impossible, I'm sure," Wildcard said.
Five hundred years, that would explain the lack of mention in that history. That also firmly planted this within Celestia's reign...
"There's more." Dr. Flankenstein said, gesturing at one of the red lines with a hoof.
"The genes that are changed, are changed in such a specific way that it can't possibly be natural, somebody engineered this on purpose." He said, and the paper fell from his trembling hooves back into the bin.
"Engineered?!" Wildcard exclaimed, and turned to face the rest of the room.
"There's no other explanation, somebody, somepony, made you." Dr. Flankenstein rubbed his temple as he said this.
While he stared at the rest of the room, trying to think of what to think, Wildcard noticed a bulletin board with a familiar picture on it, trotting over he confirmed his suspicions.
"Is this... Princess Luna?" Wildcard turned and asked. Dr. Flankenstein looked over, and the blood drained from his face.
He slowly got up from the stool and trotted over, a familiar stare gazing past Wildcard into the unknown. He stopped beside his friend and touched a hoof to the picture.
"It is," He sighed, and turned to his friend. "It was."
Wildcard whisked a stool from a nearby machine and plopped his flank on it. "Explain," he demanded, crossing his hooves.
"I was the Royal Surgeon when she returned." Dr. Flankenstein turned to stare out one of the skylights, through the grimy stains an airship could be seen passing above.
"Her sister was concerned about her mental state, so she had me spend some time with her. I... never really had any friends, I focused on my work," He sighed again and moved a stool over to sit on, still staring upwards.
"We grew close together, and I shifted my schedule into the night. Not many ponies knew, or respected, her very much. Two outcasts, classic," He paused and spun towards Wildcard.
"If First Class asked you for the world, and you had the power, would you give it to her?" he asked.
Wildcard considered it for a second. "I would."
"I did," Dr. Flankenstein said. "It came with a price. Look at that picture, see how she looks different from her sister?"
Wildcard nodded.
"She wanted more then anything to have the shimmering mane and regal appearance of her sister, so I spent the better part of a month in here experimenting under the guise of ensuring that time on the moon hadn't caused any damage. Eventually, I found the secret to that shimmering mane- age." He turned again to the skylight. "So, using a little magic and a potion, I gave her what she wanted."
Wildcard remained silent, going through all this in his mind.
"It worked, but I was too hasty. Not only did I fail to understand that I would be taking years away from her life in the long run, but I failed to consider any other consequences." Flankenstein got up from his stool, and gently touched a hoof to the picture.
"She doesn't remember," the Doctor lamented, a tear fell from his face to the floor.
"Doesn't remember what?" Wildcard asked.
"Anything, everything from the day she returned from the moon, to the day I gave her my gift. Her sister was furious, and were it not for my past work I would be on the moon right now," he explained.
Wildcard began to understand, more then that he really began to understand who the Doctor was. Kicking the stool away he furrowed his brow and grabbed the doctors shoulder.
"Doctor, you're saying you changed Princess Luna's appearance." Wildcard said, the doctor nodded.
"Doctor, I don't have any holes anymore." Wildcard looked him the in eye and growled. Flankensteins eyes widened and he looked at Wildcard with a look of abject horror.
"No, Wildca-"
He was cut off as the glass in the skylights shattered, covering the ground with glass. They both turned to the roof to see a dozen griffons hovering above, the airship falling in flames above them.
"This day..." Wildcard mumbled.
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Now thats better, I'm not big fan of changeling being ponies but thats not matter if story is good
Oh... Celestia...
The only thing that seemed a bit odd was the Captain's disregard for an ambassador's safety. I suppose that could be explained by lingering animosity towards Wildcard's kind, but I would hate to see what would happen if Celestia catches wind that the Captain was willing to risk a potential international incident!
-and Doctor Flankenstein! Oi... I have no idea what to think about him, now! Could Wildcard's changes really be his fault? If so, is it intentional? -and if that's so, is he acting independently or... under orders? This could throw a whole new light on Celestia's choice to give Flankenstein his lab back after what he did!
heehee! Fictional conspiracy theories are fun.
Years off the life of an immortal being? Sure, sounds like a fair trade for a nifty hairdo.
Also, he's a poor doctor if he didn't keep close patient records.
10 million bit equipment in a nation with a GDP of 50 million? How many foreign treasuries did he rob to pay for that?
Sentry?
I have to ask, why do you keep referring to their horns as 'alicorns'? Dis make a no sense to me! XD
Well, that got suddenly exciting! I actually had a small mental bet with myself about changelings being engineered in this story. Just seeing a Frankenstein character gave me the thought. Turns out I was right!
I actually couldn't find anything that bothered me here, it was all great. I think you've been improving all along.
3921163 "Alicorn" actually means "the horn of a unicorn" so it's the proper term. I have no idea who started using it for a winged unicorn, that's not what it originally meant, though that does predate this show. (I'm not sure I'd use it this way personally, as it would confuse a lot of fans, like you! But it is technically correct.)
A century was the roman army's term for a grouping of one hundred soldiers
I def' should have read this before ACHNE. a lot of holes are starting to fill in.
NO NO ABSOLUTELY NOT FLASH SUCKS SO PLEASE STOP USING HIM HE SUCKS and light of his alicorn please use horn in the future
big breath in before i shout FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU**
its without further ado
by Celestia's beardnew3.fjcdn.com/pictures/By_a78fa4_2337236.jpg please don't
you missed the who
its your species.
i would recommend a re-wright to this chapter to fix the problems
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Fixed and, as I'm sure you know by now- Flash is here to stay.
FOREVER