Nicknames/shortened names: Conversion Bureau ponies
Full names: Rainbow Bridge ponies.
Canterlot, New Equestria
“Now. Let's make sure our little princess has the best eleventh birthday we can give her.”
Megan's words echoed through Celestia's bedroom. The alicorn and her prized pupil Twilight stood in front of a mirror mounted on a wall inside Celestia's private chambers that was reflecting a distorted image of the inside of a human dwelling. A pair of bodyguards stood off, both silent and staring straight ahead, ears twitching in alertness.
Celestia's eyes narrowed as she beheld the image of Spike in the kitchen, sitting at the human's table and writing something. She snorted, whipped her head around and stared straight down at Twilight. “Twilight, my dear student, what is Spike doing there? How did he get there?” She looked back up at the image. “He accompanied you to Canterlot, correct? How did he end up on this Earth?”
Twilight's jaw worked for a full minute before she finally found her voice. “I don't know.” She stepped back. “Princess, may I?” At her nod, Twilight's horn glowed and she vanished in a bright flash. A half-minute later, she reappeared. “”Spike's still there!” She looked to the mirror. “Princess, I don't get it!”
The alicorn leaned forward and touched the tip of her horn to the mirror. The glass itself rippled, the image vanishing to be replaced by the back yard of the house. Celestia's eyes narrowed in concentration. The image shifted, focusing on a multicolored arc hanging in midair. There was a sudden gasp from the alicorn. “There!” she said, pointing at the apex of the arc. A rip in space hung there, a hole in the sky. “Twilight, you said these are humans from an alternate Earth?”
Twilight cocked her head to the side. “Yes, Princess.” She looked up to her mentor, eyes wide. “You don't mean–“
“Correct,” Celestia said. She touched her horn to the mirror and the image wavered once more, reverting back to Spike in the kitchen. “This must be some... alternate Spike, different from your number-one assistant!” Her wings rippled. “Tainted by humans and their evils and chaos, no doubt.”
Twilight's eyes watered. “How awful.” she murmured. She suddenly gasped. “But if there's some alternate Spike, then that must... mean...” Her breathing quickened. “Maybe there's some version of me, too!” She suddenly lowered her head, shaking it as part of her mane stuck up. “NO, nonononono! There's no way some freaky version of me could be in league with humans!”
The alicorn merely touched the mirrored surface once more. It flashed multiple times, going across this Earth before settling on a large golden city, an obscenity of metal and technology sitting on a lake. The image zoomed in, finally settling on a group of ponies being led around like chattel by a human. The image focused on a purple unicorn, physically identical to the purple unicorn standing next to Celestia.
Twilight's head dropped. She closed her eyes. “No, how can I do this? How can she do this?” Her head whipped around and she looked up at Celestia with pleading eyes. “Princess, I swear I would never consort with humans that are still humans. I swear!”
Celestia leaned down and lightly nuzzled Twilight. “I know,” she whispered. She raised her head slightly and looked Twilight in the eye, smiling. “I know you would never do anything so awful.” She looked back to the mirror, the smile melting away. “This other Twilight, though. She's not you.” Her gaze hardened and the mirror's frame twisted, ornamentation ripping off. “And she's not the only one.”
The image expanded, showing the rest of the ponies in more detail. Twilight gasped as she saw alternate versions of Applejack, Rarity and the rest. She dropped to her haunches, eyes the approximate size of saucers. “This whole other Equestria must be tainted by humans and their technology. I don't understand how or why, though.”
Celestia shook her head. “I don't know.” The image wavered once more, showing the human female from before and the other Spike. Celestia focused on her, memories from the ancient past stirring in her mind...
Discord's misshapen and mismatched limbs petrified. He looked down, sighing. “So you win, Celestia.” His mouth twisted in a crooked grin. “But I still have the last laugh. Oh, yes.” The stone spread up his legs and down his arms into his torso. “Because I know it'll come crashing down on you and Lulu, oh yes!”
Celestia floated before him, eyes ablaze. The whole of the countryside was an inferno of chaos, the land itself twisted like taffy. “No, Discord,” she spat out. “You'll never be free of your imprisonment, I swear it!”
By now all that was left was Discord's long neck and head. He rolled his eyes. “Not me, but her.” An image flashed in Celestia's mind, of a mostly-hairless biped with a long, golden mane cascading down its-her-shoulders and back, and a grim expression on her face. She wore rustic clothes, like what ponies wore on the frontier. “Oh, yes. She and all those like her. Such wonderful chaos, the likes of which give me pause! And you know what?” He grunted and strained as his neck solidified. “You'll see them, oh yes. Humans, Celestia. Remember that name and remember that face, because that one will end you and all you hold dear.” He laughed even as his chin, face and entire head turned to rock, his piercing eyes the last to petrify.
Discord fell to the ground, impacting with a dull thud, his laughter echoing across the scorched lands.
Celestia blinked and her entire body shuddered. The mirror's image wobbled before fading out, replaced by a simple reflection. Celestia stared at herself, her ethereal, multi-colored mane and tail drooping. She let out a sigh. “Sorry,” she said to Twilight. She forced a smile on her face to calm her student. “Even observing this other world is taxing me at the moment. After the events of the previous two years, my reserves are low.”
Twilight glanced at the mirror. “Princess, we've already saved one version of humanity. These others, do we have to?”
Celestia's eyes hardened slightly. “Twilight Sparkle, it is our duty to help those who need it.” She waved a foreleg at the mirror. “Yes, we helped many humans, but there's more to help here. And what of these other versions of ourselves? Shall we deny them our aid simply because of fatigue?” She shook her head and her mane began flowing once more in a non-existent breeze. “No, we must help them, no matter what!”
Twilight stared up at Celestia, tears in her eyes. She swallowed and her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. “I'm so sorry!” she cried out. “You're right, Princess! These humans and ponies need our help. And we can give it to them!” She turned to the guards. “Get the serum ready, get the bureau staff on call! We have a people to save!”
There was a slight clearing of a throat behind Twilight. She slowly turned to see Celestia looking down at her. “Maybe the princess should be giving such orders,” she said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She winked and chuckled. “But getting them ready would still be a good idea.” She looked back to the mirror. “Opening a portal and creating a new barrier is going to be very taxing this time around, expanding it even more so.”
Twilight glanced to the mirror. “Perhaps... “ She walked up to it, head tilting to the side. “There's a connection from that Earth to this other Equestria, a... bridge already there.” She rubbed her chin. “Is there any way you can use that one instead of creating an entirely new one?”
Celestia whipped her head around, the smile blossoming on her face. “Twilight, that's brilliant.” She reached over and slightly mussed Twilight's mane. “It's so good to have such an intelligent and clever student.” Her brow furrowed. “I'll set this up a few miles from Canterlot, as soon as possible. Any time delayed is more time that humans destroy their planet, destroy each other, and destroy these other ponies.” She slammed a hoof into the stone floor, cracking it and sending everything in the room hopping a good half-foot into the air. “I will not allow inaction to cause needless death and suffering.”
Twilight smiled at Celestia. “Oh, Princess, you're so kind. Is there anything I can do to help?”
The alicorn looked to the mirror, past it, past the walls of Canterlot. “Yes, Twilight. Please transport the mirror to where I'll be forming the new portal and barrier. I need to make sure when I form them that other Spike isn't there, nor any of those alternate versions of you and your friends. They could cause trouble, even for me. No matter the drain, I'll have to do this as soon as possible.”
Celestia turned and trotted out of the room. Twilight's horn glowed and she lifted the mirror off of the wall, taking it with her as she followed her mentor. And finally the guards left, one as silent as midnight and the other as quiet as a broken heart.
Equestria, across the Rainbow Bridge from Earth
Although Canterlot dominated Mount Eohippus, it was not the only structure on the mountain. Down the slope, opposite Hippocampus Falls stood Fort Bulwark, a gleaming structure of towers and defender of Canterlot from invasion by land. It was also home of the Royal Tank Corps’ First Tank Regiment, the ‘Steel Hooves’.
Although the front was massive fortifications with fences, turrets, and walls, the back was a massive open field and smaller buildings. A small chunk of it was laid out for pegasi, airships, and balloons, but the majority of it was for tanks, large and small. They rumbled around, lining up for target practice and massing for maneuvers as new tank crewmen got the feel for their machines.
A pair of tanks were parked near the garages. One was an Equestrian Mark XXIX, a large, green machine with four 75-millimeter gun emplacements in sponsons within large, wrap-around treads that overshadowed the main chassis, and a machine gun turret sticking out the top. The frontal armor was sloped, albeit somewhat thin, with a rather large engine and a smokestack in the rear. Next to it was an M1A3 Abrams, a tank actually slightly smaller than its Equestrian cousin, with a 120-millimeter hyper-velocity railgun sticking out from its turret and a smaller laser emitter atop it. The armor was sloped and thick, capable of taking tremendous punishment. A large engine sat in the rear, an inner glow barely visible.
Three ponies approached the two tanks. Two of the ponies wore the uniform and armor of the Tank Corps, trailing behind the third, who was clad in a blue general officer’s uniform. Major General Romper Stomper, Commandant of the Royal Tank Corps, strode forward. A tan-coated earth pony with a crew cut for a mane, he was a stallion of few words but big actions.
A human and a pony standing by the tanks suddenly snapped to attention. The human, Jack Robins, had dark skin and short black hair tucked underneath his hat. He wore an olive-drab jumpsuit with the insignia of Staff Sergeant stitched onto the left side of his nomex uniform. His equine counterpart, a unicorn mare named Blossomforth, had a green coat that blended well with her own jumpsuit. She had an almost-identical cap over her head, save for a hole for her horn and set of goggles. She held up her foreleg in salute at Romper Stomper’s approach.
Romper Stomper returned Blossomforth’s salute. “At ease,” he said. He looked up to the human. “A pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Robins.” He held up a foreleg and extended it to Jack, who shook it. The general turned his head, looking over at the Abrams. “So, this is from your military. It’s the first time I’ve seen one other than photographs or film.” He tapped the treads with a hoof. “Treads?” He looked up at Jack. “Don’t you have access to anti-gravity technology from the Autobots?”
Jack turned to his right, following Romper Stomper. “Yes, sir.” he knelt down and motioned to the treads. “Treads are still a lot more reliable and easier to maintain than those fancy anti-grav units the Autobots have.” He patted the belted metal. “There are weird magnetic fields and anomalies on other planets that stop those units cold, but a good old-fashioned tank tread will roll right over it.” He pointed to over a dozen shiny disks mounted underneath the hull . “We have emergency units for inclement weather and the like, but the primary mode of transportation is the treads.”
Romper Stomper nodded. “Excellent. I don’t feel as bad now that we still use treads.” He cracked a smile and chuckled before walking around the Abrams and Mark XXIX with his aides, Jack, and Blossomforth following. He stopped and looked up at the main barrel. “Seeing this makes me realize how far we have to go.” He stopped in front of the Mark XXIX, turning to face the two tank commanders. “Sergeant Robins, Sergeant Blossomforth, the truth. How badly would one of our Mark XXIX’s get mauled by one of yours, to say nothing of our lighter vehicles?”
Jack turned to face the smaller tank. “General, there’s nothing ‘technically’ wrong with your vehicles. They’re built with high-quality materials and I haven’t seen any real design flaws.” He bent slightly at the knees and rubbed his chin. “Kinda reminds me of the old tanks used during World War I, with your use of sponsons instead of a turret, though it’s nice to see you don’t have two exhaust pipes running up through the center of the cabin.”
Blossomforth spoke up. “Sir, permission to speak freely?”
Romper Stomper looked to her and nodded. “Granted, Sergeant. How bad?”
“Sir, with sufficient ammunition and without access to magic, I’m fairly certain this tank could wipe out the majority of the Steel Hooves. The armor is virtually impenetrable and their power source can last a month without refueling.”
Romper Stomper nodded. “And with magic?”
There was a moment of hesitation before Blossomforth continued. “We could knock the aim off, move the chassis around a bit with telekinesis with concerted effort or maybe mire it in mud for a bit with weather control before they turned on their anti-grav units.” She looked up at Jack. “Of course the tank would still be firing hypersonic rounds that would be blowing holes through our lines and taking out multiple units with each shot and a laser cannon that, while not as powerful, would still be capable of one-shot kills.”
Romper Stomper nodded. “I see. Thank you, Sergeant.” He looked up to Jack. “Well, we’ll see how we do in the war games five days from now.” He cocked his head to the side. “Lieutenant!” he barked at one of his aides. “Make sure General Faireborn, Director Burnett-Faireborn and the rest are given the red carpet treatment upon arrival. Understood?”
The aide snapped to attention. “Sir, yes sir!”
The General glanced to Jack and Blossomforth, who both straightened to attention. “Well, I shan’t keep you any longer. Carry on.” he returned Blossomforth’s salute before turning and trotting off, his aides following.
Jack looked down to Blossomforth. “Not sure it’ll be that bad.” He looked to the Mark XXIX, reaching out to touch the armor plating. “This is a fine piece of machinery. I bet they’d have killed to have something like this at the Somme.”
Blossomforth tilted her head to the side. “The Somme? I’m guessing some ancient battle on Earth?”
Jack nodded. “First use of tanks in warfare, nearly a hundred years ago. I read about it in high school.” He turned and looked to her. “That’s a human school for older teenagers.”
Blossomforth tilted her head down, staring at Jack over her muzzle. “Really, I had no idea.”
A sigh came from Jack’s mouth and he waved her off. “Okay, okay. That was dumb. I admit it.” He stood up straight and looked around, seeing a pair of smaller tanks racing about. “It’s just... I don’t know, a bit odd being here in Equestria, which makes no sense to me since I’ve been to Earth’s moon, Mars and even outside the Solar System three times.”
Blossomforth rubbed her chin. “Maybe because while there, you’re still in your own galaxy, and home’s a transwarp jump away, but here it’s the Rainbow Bridge and you’re still sort of on Earth.”
A smile crossed Jack’s face and he began humming ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’, getting a curious look from Blossomforth. “Old movie song,” he said, waving her off. He checked his watch. “Well, debriefing in fifteen minutes. Still on for the motor pool with our crews at 1800 hours?”
Blossomforth nodded, a smirk playing at the edge of the unicorn’s mouth. “I think our drivers are developing a bit of a rivalry. Should be fun to watch!”
Jack hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “If by fun you mean butting heads like buffalo, then sure.”
Everfree Forest, outside Ponyville in New Equestria, four days later
Celestia planted her hooves apart and leaned forward slightly. Twilight stood beside her, mirror floating by her side and her bodyguards a short distance away. Several dozen ponies stood at the outskirts, near the path that led back to Ponyville. Some were original inhabitants of the town, but most were ‘newfoals’-humans changed to the superior pony form. Some held up signs reading ‘Celestia for Empress’ or something along those lines. Celestia had waved to them, but they all dropped to the ground, bowing.
She didn’t mind it, though she had not done what she did for admiration, but for their benefit. Still, ‘Empress Celestia’ had a nice ring to it. Perhaps after this new Earth was conquered?
She looked to Twilight, who swung the mirror around to float right in front of her. Celestia reached out with her horn and touched the surface. It rippled, eventually showing that human female from before, now known from a few more viewings to be named Megan Richards. She was walking around the backyard, holding one of the obscene devices to her ear and chatting away. A thin smile formed on Celestia’s lips. “You’ll thank me for this,” she muttered. The image rotated, focusing on the hole in the sky. She half-closed her eyes and grunted, summoning all of her reserves of power. Her entire horn was wreathed in golden energy as a strong wind kicked up, scattering signs and snapping branches off.
Twilight swayed a bit, but one of the bodyguards reached out, steadying her. Celestia paid it no mind as a coruscating field of energy formed a few inches in front of her horn, expanding and forming a new Barrier, one lethal to humans and their technology. Celestia thrust her horn forward, penetrating the Barrier and wrapping it around her horn. She continued, spreading her wings and lifting off the ground. She flew forward, her horn hitting the mirror a half-second later and shattering it. The shards and frame vaporized, but the reflection remained, expanding and focusing as the image changed into an actual portal.
Celestia soon found herself in the backyard, Megan scrambling away from her. She touched down on the ground and smiled. “Fear not, Megan Richards. I have come to save you from yourself, from your current human body and reliance on technology and science.” Her horn glowed slightly and a beaker of rainbow-colored liquid popped into existence. “Please, accept my gift, my new friend.”
Oooh boy, This is not going to end well.
Apparently, first!
Someone better call they true Celestia Luna and true elemants, looks like we have a situation...
I'd love to teach these conquerer ponies the joy of love and tolerance via autocannons.
842792 Option Gamma is supposed to be be about a TCB universe where the ponies aren't evil. It's mostly about being converted into a griffon but the background includes things like Celestia funding research into space exploration as an alternative to ponification.
I don't think I've seen a straight TCB fic where the *ponies* were evil as opposed to Celestia being ridiculously arrogant. Chatoyance's stuff, for example, no pony knows the barrier was done on purpose except Celestia.
...who totally did it on purpose.
...and added the brainwashing to the potion as a version-2 'improvement' because the naive transformation left humans unchanged mentally. Also a secret from everypony.
Is it bad that the first thing I thought of when I heard the descriptions of the Equestrian Tanks is "Leman Russ"?
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GLORIOUS.
REJECT IT!
And have Optimus show up and be like
"AW HELL NAW!"
So....moar nao pls.
Next to it was an M1A3 Abrams, a tank actually slightly smaller than its Equestrian cousin, with a 120-millimeter hyper-velocity railgun sticking out from its turret and a smaller laser emitter atop it.
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I love this story even more.
I have a feeling that Megan's gonna reject that potion in extremely strongly worded terms.
And did "New Equestria" Celestia just form the lethal barrier on the "Hasbro Earth" side? Ouch, that's asking for a huge asswhooping.
And the arrogance of "New Equestria" Celestia and the "New Equestria" ponies is astounding. I hope they get stomped by Celestia and Optimus Prime.
Autobots roll out!!
I can see it now tcb celestia and the tcb ponies try and get help from the decpticons. only to bet met with PLASMA CANNONS TO THE FACE.
So its - "New Equestria" Celestia and Elements VS Good Celestia and Luna**, the REAL Elements of Harmony, the Autobots, and the entire world army......
This can only end one way
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**Where Is "New Equestria" Luna bye the way?
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Given Megan took out the Pony Devil (Tirac) when she was thirteen? Nope, bets are even if she 'succeeds' in the short term Falsestia has to pay and/or work much harder than she expects for it.
Celestia your so stupid cant wait for the next chapter and Megan wont accept it
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She's there.
I figured this might be relevant to your interests.
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You know, when RK sent me the first draft with the 120MM Hyper-V, my initial reaction was to scale it down to something just as effective as a real life 120MM, but with higher rate-of-fire and ammo storage.
I promptly slapped myself.
BOOM FOR THE BOOM GOD!
DAKKA FOR THE DAKKA THRONE OF CREIGHTON!
All this because TCB_Celestia doesn't have the brains to realize that it isn't the human Megan Richards that will cause her downfall....it's her own attempts to 'save' her that will lead to her ruin. TCB_Discord will be sure to rub that in when Optimus Prime lights the Hasbroverse's darkest hour.
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I am calling dibs on Megan being transformed into an Alicorn and TCB!Celestia getting a 'WTF!' moment.
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I am with gaurds man me and Trazyn would love to add them to our COLLECTION.
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Railguns have ranges measured in dozens of miles. The fact that you took an Abrams, a man-made avatar of the god of Badass, and gave it a railgun....
Oh god, I lost my SAN check. So much awesome.
The TCB ponies will have hypersonic death rained down upon them.
The serum is not going to work. And the evil celestia is going to be... WHAT!!!!
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That's if Megan even takes it, doubtful since TCB!Celestia is being sketchy and unsubtle as hell.
1062593 I thought that celestia was going to pour it on her.
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Actually, I took a railgun and gave it an Abrams. RK brought the railgun.
1057998 Yep.
And now it begins. So, when are the G.I. Joes coming in?
Megan's response will obviously be to reach for the nearest, most intimidating firearm, aim it at NE-Celestia, and ask, "Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?".
Also, New Equestria has a huge vulnerability to one particular alchemical weapon. Hasbro Earth and Dream Valley simply need to develop a counteragent for the brainwashing component (if not the entire thing) of the conversion serum and aerosolize it: boom, instant mass defection. The Barrier destroys human artifice, but it doesn't do anything to stuff made in Dream Valley.
Odds are also good that Transformers, being utterly alien to NE-Celestia's experience, can blithely ignore the Barrier entirely. If it's a poorly designed spell, it may even collapse on encountering one. (I tend to think of magic in terms of a programming metaphor: if NE-Celestia didn't give the Barrier a way to fail gracefully upon encountering something she couldn't anticipate (for example: if it's not a rock, an Earth animal, a Pony, a human, or human artifice, trigger a silent alarm and let it pass), it might just crash entirely.)
...I was not expecting that
Interesting, interesting, glad to see the pace is picking up. I imagine a Mark XXIX looking something like a more modern version of this:
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Anyway, right, criticism. Two things I found fault with.
-Celestia seemed a bit too evil overlord-ish for me. I know, in TCB she pretty much is an evil overlord, but usually she's not so...blatant about it. Like, she wouldn't say "your inferior human body" to someone's face. She's usually more subtle, more insidious, enough that a fair amount of people (both in-universe and out-of-universe!) end up siding with her.
-Your introduction of the tanks was kind of long and info-dumpy, especially since some of the characters have a conversation about them just a few minutes later. We don't need to know the caliber of their guns down to the millimeter and the distribution of armor when we're just getting a peek at them, especially when we'll learn more about them in conversation in just a moment (and presumably, later when they're fighting Genocidestia). For instance, I think this
could easily be trimmed down to something like
Overall though, I'm liking it
1072931 You clearly misspelled T90-A
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This is CLEARLY the superior tank.
842368 'Dark' thing has been removed. You're right. It was pretty dumb. I hope I can keep the two groups separate in narrative.
842942 Scene divisions have been added. Hopefully they can help.
844458 Well, it's Transformers. It's neigh-impossible to keep the continuities separate. It's more of a disclaimer that stuff is invariably gonna leak through.
848923 Thanks. Hope you like that story.
872320 Well, its the whole 'keeping the two Equestrias straight in narrative', you know?
973401 Love that one.
992362 Well, hope you like it.
1057918 Maybe... maybe it will end well.
1057998 *Hands over a laser cannon*
1058199 No... but I'm afraid the context is somewhat lost on me. Warhammer 40K, right? Don't know much about the series, sorry.
1058255 Guessing you approve? ;) Shubzilla helped me out a metric ton with the design and thought process behind it and the Mark XXIX.
1063267 GI Joe, at this point in time, has been disbanded and incorporated into the Earth Defense Command. Their former leader, General Hawk, is the current president.
1063830 Exactly! I figure they'd prefer an infantry support platform to a tank killer. Their main enemies to the north don't really have any motorized vehicles. Now... I'm almost always info-dumpy. It's a fault of mine. I like to establish what we're looking at, basically, along with details that show that I've done my proverbial homework. As for Celestia... she has already conquered an Earth. I can see her being overconfident. But I'll remove the 'inferior' and replace it with something else.
1068997 And... how'd I say it was gonna be?
1072931>>1074816 I defer to Shubzilla for all tank-related stuff. I admit my knowledge is not exactly sketchy, but it pales to a lot of people.
1058199 Now sing with me!
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
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SKULLS FOR KHORNE!
Good thing the tank isn't a Bolo, otherwise the confrontation would go like this
Bolo: Leave now.
Evilestia: No, and I will turn humans into ponies
Bolo: Nope *opens fire*
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It doesn't come through in the text as much, but I just reread the summary, and immediately realised that at some point in the New Equestria timeline's past, Celestia was secretly replaced with Elesh Norn. "Tyranny of free thought" indeed. (Quick explanation for the Magic: the Gathering impaired: Elesh Norn is one of the five leaders of Phyrexia, which is basically the magical Borg. She's the scariest, because all of the others are much easier to distract or have self-made distractions in the form of squabbling minions.)
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DAMN IT, man!
I already have to write a short story for spacebattles about Celestia and Ponified Cobra, and now I need to write a Bolo and TCBlestia story. Damn it, man...
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The Leo2A4 is the temporal equivalent of the M1A2 SEP. At the time of the development of the M1A3, the Abrams was the superior platform
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That's not how you spell T-72BU
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Free thought is tyranny. The tyranny of your base desires, short-sighted foolishness that they are. Only by entering into Harmony with the rest of your people can you free yourself from your selfishness and become a greater part of a better whole. Allowing disharmony is a nigh-unforgivable crime against your entire people because you are holding all of them back.
1084731 It is Russian engineering at it's finest, none the less.
I think we can both agree that everyone misspelled APOCALYPSE TANK
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"It is Russian engineering at it's finest, none the less."
That would be my point, and yet, I would take the T-72BU into battle against that abomination
And win.
1084848 It would NOMNOM the 72 x)
It appears that new celestia has made the mistake of crossing Megan Richards.
It appears that new equestria will die horribly as a result.
1084731 And what makes a post-singularity gestalt mind different from no mind at all? The source of creativity, of progress, of growth, is difference. Very little happens in a world of yes-men.
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No. The RA3 Apocalypse, like most things in RA3, would fail miserably against a supposedly inferior real-world version. They're just that bad.
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Here we must disagree. The source of creativity, growth, and progress is not difference, but difficulty. Finding ways to overcome challenges is what drives us forward, but the direction is important. If the difficulties we seek to overcome are simply how to better ourself, then we will quickly find how easy it is to do so at the expense of others. When we are all joined in a common purpose, we can seek to better ourselves, and as such, we will find greater challenges to overcome, create new way to overcome them, progress past the obstacles, and grow into this new strength.
If being part of a gestalt mind is the same as mindlessness, then there are no yes-men within a gestalt mind, but the problem goes further than that. Harmony is not a oneness of mind, but of spirit and of will and of purpose. When all are seeking the good of all, then we are at our best.
United We Stand.
1091122 What about RE2's?
Ohh good lord I can't wait to see how badly the TCB!Ponies get schooled on the magic of friendship by the masters themselves
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Not nearly as bad.
*pulls up a CHair.*
This is going to end well.....for Humans, Transformers and Hasbro!Ponies
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Actually, from all accounts, Unicron can devour anything. Planets, suns, moons, you name it. In Marvel's interpretation of G1, Unicron almost completely destroyed a previous universe, leaving behind only a few microscopic pieces of matter than generated a new universe (the G1 reality), so we know Unicron can destroy suns in his original form. And given only the Matrix can do anything to him, we can assume his robotic shell has the capacity to eat, or at least destroy suns.
There hasn't been an update in a while... I hope you haven't given up on this; This is epic!
One bit of hilarity I'm looking forward to.
"Me Grimlock no like Fake Sun Pony! Me Grimlock eat Fake Sun Pony!"