Noctune watched as his world flew away.
His world…
The Alliance.
Airships dotted the skies in hundreds, each and every one of them rising higher and higher above the skyscrapers that infested Vanhoover like ants to pile of spilled sweets. Many of them carried Spider Tanks, and many others were filled to the brim with the best soldiers the Alliance had to offer. With the extensive training from their Decepticon partners, the Alliance was now a force to be reckoned with.
For the first time since Tirek’s return, Noctune’s army was being deployed for war.
And he watched…from his lone office.
Starscream arrived twenty minutes earlier that day, bringing with him news that filled the Alliance headquarters with a new vigor of life never before seen since the occupation. Shockwave gave the orders, and Noctune acknowledged them. The princesses and the Autobots were in Manehattan.
Noctune leaned back into his big leather chair. He tapped his hooves together thoughtfully, his dull eyes staring out the window as more airships flew by. They carried devastating weapons. He closed his eyes and let the roaring of their engines take his mind away.
It was all or nothing. They were going to finish what they started all along. The Autobots, the resistance, the princesses…they were trapped in a corner with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. They thought they had it all, that their sliver of hope was enough to outmatch the Decepticon and Alliance army.
How foolish of them. They should’ve never revealed themselves. They should’ve stayed hidden like the rats they were, absorbing all the hatred they received from the ponies that once trusted them. A crushing defeat of the resistance would shatter all hope the slaves were beginning to feel, Noctune knew it.
Nobody could save them now.
Nobody.
His world flew away from him, passed his clear window and into the heavily-clouded Vanhoover skylines. His Alliance flew away to war. And Noctune watched alone from his office. It was the last time he would ever be sitting in his office before he, as well, would be shipped to war to lead his forces. Noctune was no coward. He’d prove to the world that Celestia would be crushed by him and his army.
Then…they would truly be free.
The door slowly creaked open. Noctune sighed through his nose.
“Sir…”
Brimstone. Noctune didn’t even look back.
“…It’s time to go, sir.”
The lone standing unicorn watched from the open door as his leader slowly stood from his leather chair. He could see Noctune’s ears stand on end, the front portion of his body facing the large window at the end of the office. Brimstone lowered his head, his eyes closed.
He breathed in…
“Alright.”
He breathed out.
Noctune lifted up his head, his muzzle barely touching the glass. His breath fogged up the window every time he exhaled, a clear indication that he still lived, his heart still giving him life. The entire time, for a full minute, Noctune stared out the window and watched his forces exit Vanhoover, headed for the war to change the world…forever.
“Nobody can save you now,” Noctune muttered quietly. His grey eyes shifted back and he exited his office for the very last time.
Brimstone, of course, held the door open for his leader to walk by. Once Noctune had passed without even a glance to his second in command, Brimstone pressed his left hoof against the door, slowly letting it relax.
He stopped.
He turned back.
He read the golden letters forever indented into the wall hanging over Noctune’s desk.
Quietly to himself, he read, “The Alliance of Alien Activity. Changing the World Today, Ensuring the Safety of Our Future Tomorrow.”
Brimstone sighed, letting his left hoof relax fully. The door began to close.
“I don’t even know what that means anymore.”
He shut the door, leaving the office without life. Not like it had any to begin with.
Noctune looked back to make sure Brimstone was following. Once his second in command appeared in the hallway, straightening his vest and nodding only once, Noctune nodded back and continued down the dark hall.
His eyes caught something as he turned his forward. His flank.
His bare flank.
Images of the past instantly flooded through his vision, obscuring it, infecting it. Foals, his false friends, calling him names that tore apart his young mind. “Blank flank” they would scream, rocks they would throw, fights they would enact just for the joy of seeing somepony who didn’t have a destiny.
Back in his hometown of Manehattan, that’s where he realized he had no destiny that would be granted to him by whichever supernatural force was out there, granting selfish ponies with their future while he remained bare, frozen in time. Back in his hometown of Manehattan, Noctune grew up without a destiny, and yet he still moved on.
He was headed there now…back home. Manehattan.
It was where he met his marefriend before taking her to Canterlot. Manehattan. It was where his brothers took care of him until they worked themselves to the bone. Manehattan. It was where his father murdered his mother, only to kill himself in the end. Manehattan.
It would be burned to the ground. Manehattan
He didn’t mind that his destiny was forgotten long ago. That only meant that he commanded his destiny, as all ponies should and not have to rely on the falsehoods of the princesses. He commanded his world, his life, and his power. He’ll command Celestia’s world to burn with one, simple order…
Kill them all.
Yay! More chapters!
GREAT SSSSSSSSSSSSSCOTT!!! A BLANK FLANK??? HIM??? OH MY GOSH!!!
Nocturne, I will ask you this one time only. Stop what you are about to do and realise that your vision for Equestria is not the right path. If you do this, by the time the Decepticons are finished with the Autobots along with what's left of your former hometown. There won't be a world left for you to rule. They will turn on you and take the very life of Equestria away and selfishly use it to restore Cybertron. Everypony's death will be on your hooves. And most importantly being that all this time you lived your life as a blank flank, you will never find your true destiny and earn your cutie mark. If there is still a small bit of good left in you. DON'T. DO THIS!
But if you don't, if you continue to follow down this dark path you've blindly strolled into, if you let the Decepticons burn your world to the ground and destroy the only hope that can save it. Then.... whatever your fate may be..... may Celestia and Primus have mercy on your soul.
You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain
5983291 The medic has no name nor is it a major character he is just a generic that just has a unique look.
He has a few lines but that's it.
He doesn't fight though so the Autobots can't just kill him unless he fights back which he won't the Medic just repairs the other Decepticons such as Starscream when he got smashed by Optimus (Before he was captured by Shockwave)
YAY! Faster chapters.
NOW! The Decepticons take their place as the superior species and masters of Equestria!
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This is what i think of Noctune.
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Shockwave is best villain!
Insert Imagine Dragons reference here.
5981540 He WAS stuck in a lab for God knows how long
I'm sure by the time we see him, he's basically so fucked up in the head he's like "Fuck logic. I'm just gonna go with revenge!"
Twilight was right, being cooped up in a lab for a long-ass time will do things to your head
VERY bad things..............
5984870 Like HELL they do
5983208 Listen to this
It's a glimpse into my psyche
What does it tell you?
5985247
Sounds like you should get help.
Sorry if that sounds harsh but if your losing control of your emotions over a fictional story then that is a sign that you could be a threat to civilians in real life.
A short chapter, but it was good
Noctune is definitely a crazy pony. And congrats on getting to finish your "MLP/TF" series faster, JD. ;-)
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5984839 I LOVE the evil music, fits the chapter perfectly!
5984870 'Bout damn time if I do say so myself.
5984945 The most badass badass who ever badassed.
5985694 Thanks, always love seeing these comments.
5985956 The story's taken a lot out of me, but thanks to all the readers' support I was able to push through to the end. Love you guys, and enjoy the rest of the story!
5986387 Thanks! :D
5986387 Yep. Nocturne is one insane motherbucker.
5986387 Np
5985656 Oh my god, I'm just fucking with you
Yeah, getting pissed at fictional character like that is a bit extreme, but I'm not in a entirely stable mental condition
5982527 Guess so. Let's face it, they're fucked
In the worst possible way they are fucked
Optimus Prime: "You try to kill us all, we'll die fighting for what's right... no matter the cost."
Soon, Noctune will burn in hell.
5987199 Oh so your not serious?
Sorry about that I tend to take things on the internet a little to serious sometimes.
*Newscaster voice*
The drums have war have begun as the Decepticons and Alliance march on to Manehattan. After the resistance foolishly revealed themselves and took over Manehattan, both leaders have sent their powerful armies to crush their enemies once and for all. Their warships now cover the sky as a storm of death heading towards it's destination. They won't stop until their isn't a single Autobot, princess, or pony left alive.
"I don't even know what that means anymore"
It never meant anything.....It's all a buncha lies
You're not the one to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl all over you
Lemme tell you something, Noctune. You'd better stop pretending to be the hero. Stop wallowing in your self-pity and wake up, see what's right in front of you if you wanna start
It never meant anything. Just empty promises Noctune made to give himself power. But it is better to learn that now then to keep believing his lies.