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Utaan - Imploding Colon



Rainbow Dash endures many trials to reach the edge of the world.

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Digiff galloped through the billowing waves of steam, panting and hissing for breath. His eyes traced the bulkheads, sweeping left and right. Years of experience and familiarity finally came together in his weary mind, and he recognized enough of the patterns to throw himself east, bounding over and below metallic obstructions with limping grace.

At last, he stumbled upon two shadows in the mists, and he skidded to a stop.

“Ah jeez...” Digiff winced, crossing a pair of forelimbs in front of his muzzle. “Ah jeez... ah jeez! Make it quick—”

“Digiff?” A dredger emerged from the steam, followed by another. The two stallions brandished shark prods, standing within blinking distance of the bearded overseer. “Digiff, what the hell?

“What's going on here? What's with all the vented steam? Where's Nixkit and the others?”

“You... you...” Digiff panted, lowering his limbs as he blinked at the stallions. “...you mean you don't know?!

“What's to know?!” The stallion waved his shark prod. “Skagra sent us charging in here like windigoes out of the frozen mountains!”

“Where's the Rainbow Rogue, huh?!” The other dredger leaned forward, eyes hard. “Skagra sent us in here to bag her! Now where is the freak?”

“Uhhhh...” Digiff leaned on two legs, and then the others. “Uhm...” His ears quivered at the sound of more and more yelling, charging stallions beyond the mists. “You... uh...” He trotted backwards and away from the noise. He pointed with a weary smile. “...you muckers have fun with that...” And then he galloped off again.

The two watched Digiff run away. They turned to one another, blinking.

“...the Hell has gotten into him?”

“Well, Digiff gonna Digiff.”

“I know. But... like... you could see it in his eyes. Something super mucking crazy is going on h—”

The nearby struts echoed with loud shrieks, followed by an array of dull thuds. Most of the nearby yelling ceased altogether, along with the pounding of hooves.

“What the—?!”

“Shit!”

The two dredgers spun about, wielding their polearms up high. The tasers' sparkle did little to illuminate the dense soup of mist around them.

“Where... where's it coming from?”

“Where's what coming from?”

“You know—”

“Dude, I don't hear a damn thing.”

“Well, don't look at me!”

Both stallions stood back to back, shivering.

Seconds passed.

A minute.

They exchanged a glance—one glance too long.

Thap-thap-thap-thap...!

One stallion looked back in front of him. WHAM! He took a blue hoof to the face.

“...!” The other spun around.

SWOOOSH! A prismatic streak vaulted over him.

“Gaah!” Her gnashed his teeth and swung the polearm high. Thwissssh! He missed the petite pegasus by a hair.

Rainbow flipped, landed her hooves against the side of a bulkhead, and vaulted off. Swoooosh! She came sailing back towards him.

He leaned back, twirled the staff, then held it out lengthwise.

Rainbow had already unsheathed a hammer from her vest, swinging it at the point of impact. CRACK! The stallion's polearm snapped in half, and Rainbow plowed him to the ground. The two went sliding over the slick wet metal with Rainbow on top. She grunted, punched him twice in the muzzle, then jumped straight up—only to come landing back down on his chest. Her hooves instantly kicked the breath out of his lungs, knocking him out.

The other stallion looked up from the floor, muzzle dripping with blood.

“Good job, girls,” Rainbow stammered. “Especially you, Rarity, for knowing where the wall was—” She froze in place suddenly. “What, Fluttershy?”

The stallion reached into his vest for a throwing knife.

“...he is?” Rainbow spun towards him, ruby pendant glinting through the mists.

Gnashing his teeth, the stallion raised his hoof with the blade. SLIIIINK! A set of talons sunk deep into his fetlock from behind. “Aaaaugh!”

“Rrrnngh!” Keris wrestled the dredger to the ground, slamming him hard.

“Mrmmmff!” Struggling beneath him, the stallion slithered forward, reaching his one good forelimb for his fallen polearm.

Keris saw it. Schiiing! His claws raked the air as he aimed for the stallion's throat to make a quick end of the fight—

“NO!” Suddenly, a blue body slammed into Keris' battered figure. Swoooosh! Whap!

“Oooomf!” Keris stumbled into a wall, wincing hard from his splint. “Gaaaugh—Miss Dash?!

“We do not kill any of them!” Rainbow said, pointing an angry hoof. Without looking, she bucked the stallion hard in the gut, knocking him out with a prolonged groan. She panted... stumbling sweatily across the scene. “Punch... kick... asswhoop... knock unconscious—for sure! But no killing!

Keris turned to watch her trot by. “You do realize you're making this a great deal more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Exactly.” Kicking the end of a polearm, she knocked the staff high into the steam. “You wanna know the difference between a monster and a hero?” Thap! She caught the shark prod in midair, seething. “It takes guts to do things the hard way.” She tossed the weapon at him.

Keris pivoted so he could catch the staff with his good talon. “And you're an expert on this?”

“I haven't always been.” She fumed, trotting towards the next set of bulkheads. “But it's never too late to tuck your guts back in. Now are you with me or not?” She looked over her shoulder, glaring. “Because if you're not gonna dance by my tune, then I'll do you the favor of knocking you on your butt right now.”

“Oh, I can dance alright, Miss Dash...” He limped over to her side, wincing. “But when it comes to dispensing justice, it comes down to efficiency more so than 'guts.'”

She squinted. “That something that your boss taught you?”

“Seraphimus has exemplified it quite masterfully, yes.”

“Well, I'm glad that you're here and not her. Now are we going to save this stinkin' place or not?”

Keris took a deep breath.

“Well?”

“I'm on board, of course, Miss Dash.” He gazed sideways at her. “But to properly eliminate the venomous curse of this place, we may not have the luxury of mercy.”

“We do not need to kill everypony to save everypony.”

“Quite so. Only just one.”

Rainbow clenched her jaw.

“Am I right?”

“Death won't free Red Barge,” Rainbow said, shaking her head. “The little scamp's taught me that.”

“Swab?”

“Listen, Lieutenant Dude. When the time comes, leave Skagra to me.”

“Then what?”

“Then watch...” Rainbow Dash mounted the nearest bulkhead, her voice growing quieter, more focused. “And I'll show you what I should have done at the Quade.” Her eyes narrowed. She raised a hoof, motioned Keris closer, then pointed down below them. “Three dredgers... and a fourth further along. Moving towards our left, a level below.”

“Do you see them?”

“No.” Rainbow shook her head.

Keris blinked. “Do the others see them?”

Rainbow didn't answer. Instead she motioned, “The two on the left have tasers. I'll point them out. You wait a second then take out the straggler. We'll converge on the third dude at the same time. Got it?”

“Indubitably.”

“Be quick... and above all slick.” Rainbow coiled her muscles. “Swab's given us the fart gas. Let's put it to good use.” And—with a tiny grunt—she sprang forward. Swooosh!

“Huh?!

“What the—?!”

Whap! Th-Thwack!

“Look out—!”

WHAM!

“The Rainbow Rogue! She's here!”

Keris took a deep breath, smirked, then glided forward into the dense soup with his polearm held overhead like a javeling.


“She's here! Oh goddess—mucking blue lightning! Move—”

Bzzzzzt!

“Aaaaa-aaaugh!” Thud!

The whole strut shook.

Skagra and two dozen other stallions frozen in place. They twirled about, holding their breaths as they heard the struggling shouts go deathly quiet.

All was still—aside from the billowing mists.

Skagra's eyes darted left... then right.

The dredgers around him squirmed nervously.

Nostrils flaring, Skagra motioned to one half of the group. He pointed south... then motioned to the other half and pointed north.

The small army split in two, marching in opposite directions with weapons drawn.

Skagra stood in place. He twirled his dagger around his fetlock, licking his lips as his eyes traced every shadow, lattice, and shape jutting out of the mists. One good ear twitched... twitched again...

And...

Th-Th-Th-Thap! He briskly ran off in a random direction, hopped up onto a hanging bar, swung, and propelled himself up onto a bulkhead and out of sight.


Chandler paced and paced from atop the balcony of the central platform's tallest structure.

Longaze stood vigilantly along the edge. The well-dressed mare stared south. All of the struts below them had been covered in mist by that point.

“This is crazy... this is absolutely crazy!” Chandler chuckled dryly, bitterly. He shook his head, hooves scuffling as he shuffled in tighter and tighter circles. “I should never have sent Monket to Red Barge! That was the problem right there! Shoulda just... swallowed my pride and bought out White Barge again! Sent him there! I'd never have gotten entangled with Skagra and none of this muckfest would have even started!”

Longaze droned without looking, “Sir, if I recall, White Barge issued several concerns that started the rift between them and the Consortium to begin with. I very much doubt they'd be of a mind to accept your proposals even if you paid them.”

Then I would have bought them with the blood of slaves and pirates!” Chandler hollered, fuming. “But that didn't work here, did it?! I've appealed to both Skagra's bit bag and his bloodlust! But the bastard only speaks crazy!

“Still, White Barge wouldn't help us. They'll never help us.” Longaze's nostrils flared. “You're down two barges now, sir. Doesn't matter how this goes down.”

“Do I pay you to be my brain?”

“I would hope so, sir,” Longaze muttered. “It's right above the neck that I've saved.”

Chandler sighed, facehoofing. “Is... is there even any sign of the Rogue and her rainbow mane?”

“I'm afraid not, sir,” Longaze said. “Or Skagra, for that matter.”

“Maybe...” Chandler gulped, trotting over on jittery hooves. “M-Maybe he's bagged her! Or he's about to! He could be locked in mortal combat with her right now!”

“Perhaps.” Longaze nodded. She brushed a few loose blonde bangs back into her bun. “Or maybe he's being Skagra.”

Chandler bit his lip. Hard. Fidgeting, he blurted, “Investigate.”

Longaze turned to blink at him. “...Sir?”

“You heard me!” Chandler sneered. “Go down there and check on Skagra's scalded derrierre!” He pointed. “I need somepony competent to give me something to go on!”

Longaze fidgeted slightly. “...but you'll be alone up here.”

“And I'll be sailing down the dead drifts if I lose my last final opportunity here!” Chandler squealed, “Go and investigate! Bag the Rainbow Rogue on your own if you have to!”

Longaze took a deep breath. “Very well, sir.” Her horn glowed as she leapt over the side—gliding down on a wave of magic. “If the battle comes here, head to the ship!” she called back, landing on the bulkhead and galloping into the haze. “You'll be safe there!”

“The only way I'll be safe is if I'm standing behind the Grand Magistrate's podium!” Chandler leaned against the balcony, panting. He adjusted his bejeweled robe and sighed. “Goddess help me... one day...

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