Shouts
As Flash ascended with the colt in his grasp, he could already hear three distant voices shouting out from the top deck of the enormous air cruiser. They got clearer and clearer as he neared the vessel's port side.
"Where's that blasted flare?! We need the Wonderbolts to fly back right away!"
"You heard Mr. Pants! Get right on it! And what are you other ponies standing around for?! Sweep the canyon with searchlights!"
"Searchlights?! What's the use at this point?! My nephew is doomed! DooOOooOOoomed I tell you!"
"Now don't be so quick to give up hope, Your Eminence! He's a resourceful young chap! Surely his innate royal skills in magic will have slowed his fall—"
"Are you kidding me?! The way my sister pampers him, he's lucky if he can levitate the silver spoon from his mouth!"
"Where are those blasted searchlights?!"
"You heard the Captain! Get a move on, lads! We have a foal overboard whom we have to find—!"
"Don't you get it?! It's over! Oh, the Equinityyyy! The last line of the Bluebloods! An azure smear on the canyon walls! It's simply horrid!"
"My good Prince..."
"This is all your fault, Captain! Sending those Wonderbolts up ahead to scout out the rendezvous point! And how come none of your other crewponies are pegasi, huh?! If only we had a pair of wings—"
"I thought I made it clear that all young hooves were to remain below deck—"
"Am I actually expected to sequester the boy in one place?! Who do you think I am?!"
"His... Uncle...?"
"And just what is that supposed to mean?!"
"Gentlecolts..."
"I'll have you know that I'm even more responsible than Princess Cadance herself! Why, that overtly fertile trollop—"
"Gentlecolts! Now, now... let us not leap at each other's jugulars. And—by Jove—let us not unnecessarily insult matriarchs who aren't even here! Now... you over there! Can you activate that searchlight!"
"Primed and ready, Mr. Pants... Sir!"
"Well, cast the bloody thing!"
A bright beam of light shimmered off the port side...
...just in time to catch the streaking form of Flash Sentry. The windy air filled with gasps as he flew past the edge of the vessel and came descending softly to the varnished wooden deck. Over a dozen ponies in uniforms stared at him, wide-eyed. Three stallions in particular stood out: one in a captain's uniform, a unicorn with a slick blonde mane, and another unicorn bearing a mustache and a monocle. All was silent, until the thing cradled in Flash's forelimbs began whining again—this time in a much more needy pitch.
"Uncle!" the colt bellowed. "Uncle! Uncle! It was horrible! I almost succumbed to gravity!" He choked on a sob. "That's an earth pony's fate!"
The blonde gasped, tossing his mane before galloping over to Flash. "Oh my! My little Canterloy! Are you alright?!"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" was the child's apt response.
"Uhhhhh..." Flash smiled nervously. "...did somebody drop a fop?"
"Give me back my nephew at once!" the blonde snarled, yanking the colt towards him in a telekinetic burst. He proceeded to cradle and caress the shivering creature with no small amount of coddling. "Now what compelled you to draw so near to the railing, my little cherub???"
"I-I had no choice, Uncle Blue! I... I had to..." The colt stopped crying long enough to fidget and say, "...dispel last evening's dinner with great haste."
"You silly little prince! They have a lavatory on board for that!"
"You think I'm going to touch those peasant toilets?"
"Well, it's certainly better than touching the bone-crushing ground!" The blonde groaned. "Why couldn't you be off on a picnic in Dream Valley along with your mother..."
"She hates heights!"
"That's not the point..."
The rest of the ponies were staring dumbfounded at Flash Sentry.
"My stars and garters..." The remaining unicorn cleaned his monocle and used it to study the teenager closer. "Do you have any idea what you've done, brave stranger? You just single-hoofedly saved the Blueblood family line!"
"Hey, neato!" Flash smiled... but then his ears folded. "That's a good thing, right?"
The pony in a captain's uniform grumbled aside: "A matter of perspective."
The unicorn chided him. "Now now, Captain... stiff upper lip. This crew is better than that sort of attitude and you should be an example to them!" He smiled proudly, carrying an air of aristocratic charm. "After all, I only hire the best to run my ship!"
Just then, a frazzled earth pony scampered up from below deck. "I've got the flare!" POW! He instantly fired the bright red flame into the early morning sky... only to glance over and behold the reunited Princes with a limp gaze. "Oh... uhm..."
The monocled stallion face-hoofed. "Goddess, give me strength..."
Flash Sentry couldn't help but chuckle.
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Hehehe
Yep. It's Good Guy Fancy Pants.
I dunno, Id say that flare is needed for exploding Blueblood.
At least the suprise impact of the powerful searchlight in the face didnt cause Flash to impact on the hull, knocking him unconcious and sending him and dead weight plummeting once more. Would be nice to have more snow down there to avalanche in.
so if the foal is the next in line to be the head of the Blueblood family, and that Prince Blueblood is the one bearing the name at the moment, for which he must the current leader at the moment, he is the does that mean he can't have children then?
7909993
I'm hoping it's because Blueblood is single. It would be hilarious if, much like Rarity, he had a habit of developing crushes on ponies who don't return them, leading to a dead love life.
Really, I'm hoping Blueblood will pretty much be a more snobby male version of Rarity. This chapter is promising in that regard.
I was kind of expecting that flare to hit the ship somehow given that line about the crew.
7909993
I'd say so.
Or he hasn't tried...
--Spade
Don't shrug off that behavior, Fancy. It encourages it. My god, I think that's the youngest kid Flash has run into so far and that brat spewed more tribalist terms than anyone so far.
7909443 That much was obvious. But from his line of dialogue the little one said a Wonderbolt was the one to drop him. Ah well, we'll see.
Okay, I'm a little bit confused... is Blueblood the father or Fancy?
Because the attitude of the colt clearly shows he's Blue's, but he called Blueblood uncle...
But he just can't be Fancy's, I don't think he would let anyone go that low.
Either way, Flash is a hero! But yeah... matter of perspective
Flash saved the little royal. But Flash was raised in a country with leaders elected by the people. At some point he will unknowingly plant the seed of democracy in the minds and hearts of ponies. The little royal will live to see his family overthrown by the poor, and executed by some guy in general uniform calling himself El Presidente.
Ah. Little Lord Canterloy. This promises to be a fine balance of amusing and irritating. I'm sure you'll be able to strike it effectively.
In any case, an adventure seems to have dropped on Flash. I look forward to finding out the particulars.
7910719
Going by the exchange between the nobles, Canterloy is Blueblood's sister's son. Also, Blueblood has a sister in this story.
"Overtly fertile" is now my new favorite adjective.
Altogether this could be a pretty useful encounter for Flash given that he is still finding his place in this world. The Blueblood family owes him for that rescue, Fancy Pants should be a good pony to get to know, and if he sticks around long enough there's bound to be some Wonderbolts.
Three question marks . . . Is he being louder or just more question-y?
7909913 It's a matter of perspective really. Great reference to HUA.
7910689
The kid thought Flash was some sort of backup Wonderbolt. The first time Flash tried to catch him he forgot he didn't have hands and dropped him, then had to go catch him again. Hence the kid's comment about being dropped by a Wonderbolt and his subsequent grumbling about the *good* Wonderbolts. The initial fall was just him slipping while he puked.
Respect the Pants.
local pyromaniacs are eager to shoot flare guns at the blues