“Day twelve.” Twilight looked into the camera lens and sighed. “Flight test number four. Attempting mid-air navigation and thrust control. Let’s... let’s get this over with.” She adjusted the mouth control and positioned it in front of her. “On three. One... two... three.”
With a pop, jets at the bottom of each boot flared to life as they were pumped with magical energy. The flames increased in intensity as they lifted Twilight off the ground, and she desperately fought to keep herself stable. It reminded her of the single time she attempted to go ice skating.
Once she was several feet off the ground, her acceleration slowed and she came to a delicate hover. Her limbs wobbled and swayed, but otherwise kept her upright. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she leaned forward and began inching in the same direction. Alright, good, this is working. I am in the air and moving forward. Yes. Good. she thought, beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead.
After travelling no more than a foot or two, she came to a shaky stop and leaned the opposite way, moving backwards. The movements felt more natural than they had moments before, but she was still shaky. Basic control established... time to do it a bit quicker.
Twilight leaned farther this time, sending her nothing short of zipping through the air, which was met with a panicked resistance and attempt to stop. She lifted one of her forehooves, which sent her off balance and into a spin. “Ah!” she screamed, taking her mouth off the controls. The thrusters immediately cut out and she plummeted to the ground, sliding across the floor as she hit it.
“Should a different test be performed?” Dusk Shine queried.
Twilight groaned and propped herself up on one hoof. “No, I need to learn this.” She stood up the rest of the way and readjusted the controls. “I’m going to get this right.” Biting down, she took to the air with a quick burst of magical energy, a determined look on her face.
Carefully, she moved her legs and body so that she floated in the direction she wanted. She went through forward, backward, and both side motions before moving on to the faster movements again.
She moved to the far end of the lab, until she spun around and had her tail brush the wall. The opposite side had an old poster hanging on it; a Wonderbolts promotional picture that Dash had given her years ago. She was going to reach it in record time.
Twilight cracked her neck and focused on the poster. She felt how each boot lifted her, and how the force changed as she tilted and angled her hooves. She felt how the rest of her body reacted to the movements, and how certain motions caused her to move. Once she had broken it down into math and science, it became nothing more than another problem to solve.
And I know the answer, she thought, lowering her head. With one last breath, she bit down harder on the controls and leaned sharply forward, sending her shooting across the room. While her path was wobbly, she remained on target, and just before hitting the wall she twisted herself so that her boots made contact. A loud metallic clang echoed through the room as she connected, and Twilight could’ve sworn she made several dents. Then, before she fell, she kicked off the wall and landed on the lab floor with a thud.
Twilight spit out the controls and looked upwards, breathing heavily from both adrenaline and exertion. “Yeah, I can fly.”
She allowed herself a few moments to soak in the victory before shaking herself off and unstrapping the boots. “How’s that plating coming, Dusk?” she asked, stepping out and levitating the heavy, metal hoofware over to her workbench.
Sitting upon it was a rough helmet that looked like it conformed perfectly for Twilight’s head. It had no paint and no polish, it even had some hastily taped exposed wiring, yet the two slits in the faceplate managed to make it seem imposing. The only feature it had that looked semi-complete was the gleaming horn on the top, which had an engraved spiral twirling from the base to the rounded tip.
“The designs are 97% finished processing, and a virtual walkaround will be available shortly.”
“Good,” she replied, picking up the helmet. Twilight pulled the faceplate off and slipped the rest of it over her head, patting it down and shifting it until it was snug. “Hmm... how about a bit of magic amplification testing?”
“I wouldn’t recommend that in an enclosed area, Twilight.”
“I’ll be careful with it,” Twilight retorted, waving a dismissive hoof in no particular direction. She took one of the wires from the helmet it and plugged it into the same adapter the boots used, drawing power from the mage reactor. The sudden influx of power caused the spiral on the horn to light up and pulse with energy.
Twilight walked to the same testing area used for the flight and readied herself. Then, she glanced upwards. “Are you getting this, Dusk?”
The AI sighed. “Unfortunately.”
“Hey, don’t get smart with me,” Twilight retorted, with a smile. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Of course you do.”
Ignoring Dusk Shine, Twilight spaced her legs apart and braced herself slightly. “Day 12. Magic Amplification Test #1. Firing a fairly simple magic bolt to gauge enhancement capabilities of the mage reactor. Going on three. One...”
Under the helmet, her horn lit up in preparation of the spell, and the newly introduced magic flowed through the helmet’s metallic horn, giving it a deep magenta glow.
“Two...”
The magic intensified, causing the light running through the spiral to flood with an almost blood red magic color. The energy hissed and crackled, threatening to escape its container like an untamed bolt of lightning.
“Three...”
A dull hum filled the air as the energy built up within the horn compartment, fueled by both Twilight’s natural magic and the limitless power of the mage reactor. Small arcs of crimson electricity danced across the surface, occasionally bolting off and fizzling in an instant. Twilight glanced upwards briefly, having a fleeting moment of doubt which was quickly expelled from her mind.
She let the energy unleash as the spell fired off. Twilight quickly found herself flying backwards as a massive bolt of energy erupted from the top of her head, surging through the lab and burning the air around it with its white hot intensity. The unicorn tumbled across the ground, similar to a stone skipping across a pond, until she smashed into the opposing cabinet. She soon found herself covered in a pile of discarded boxes and manuals with the thick smell of burning in the air.
“Performing fire safety measures.” Dusk Shine’s voice echoed through the room, followed by the telltale sound of a fire extinguisher shooting off. Twilight stumbled out of the pile of junk, only to lose her balance and fall over again. After a moment of rubbing her head, she shakily stood up and looked over the aftermath.
The wall she was aiming at was nothing short of annihilated, with chunks of crumbled stone scattered everywhere in front of it. Dirt from outside the walls leaked into the lab, while the few things that were around the area were charred and smoking. Fire extinguisher foam was splattered all about from Dusk Shine’s efforts.
Twilight blinked several times and tried to open her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t find anything to say. She merely took the helmet off, noticing the horn was smoking and red hot. Finally, she gulped and croaked out, “Magic Amplification... successful.”
- - -
Explaining the large hole in the wall to Spike wasn’t the easiest thing Twilight had ever done, but with a bit of a story and a teeny tiny lie, he wrote it off as another one of the mare’s crazy scientific exploits. Once the suspicion was off of her and she had her typical privacy back, Twilight went straight back to work on her armor. In the several days it took to repair the wall, she had pieced together most of the prototype plating and was ready to try it on for the first time.
All around her laid various pieces of metal, all shaped and conformed to different parts of her body. They all held a dull grey color, for they were still crude and merely meant to fit together. “This was calculated all to fit, right?” Twilight asked, her eyes scanning over the numerous bits and parts.
“Of course, Twilight,” Dusk Shine replied, bringing up a scale model on a nearby monitor. Twilight watched the model spin around as the pieces lined up with it. After a few seconds of watching the animation, she smiled, then looked back to the parts with a more determined gaze.
“Help me out with this, Dusk,” she said, horn lighting up. Wordlessly, a light, semi-transparent monitor hovered over to her and showed a picture of one of the parts, pointing to an area on a pony. It was a setup as a construction manual, with each step adding a new part.
“Step one: Fasten boots,” the AI began, shining a beam of light onto the set of boots. Twilight slid them over with her magic and stepped inside, then tightened the straps and secured them to her hooves.
“Check!” she said, smiling. Dusk announced the next part and pointed at the corresponding piece, waiting until Twilight had stated she was ready. This process continued for some time, slowly coating the unicorn in a layer of metal armor. Finally, she attached both helmet pieces around the sides of her head, taking care to tuck in her mane, then latched the faceplate over the remaining hole.
Her face was surrounded by darkness for a moment, with only a small bit of light seeping in through the slits on the front. Then, the inside came to life and one by one, filled her vision with charts, graphs, and a much clearer view of the world around her. “Support systems are working as intended! Dusk, get in here.”
After a few seconds, Dusk’s voice reverberated through the inside of the helmet. “At your side, milady.” Twilight couldn’t help but giggle at the chivalrous display, but quickly got down to business.
“Alright, first things first. Import the settings from the lab. Everything should function relatively the same in here.”
“Settings successfully loaded.”
Twilight noticed various preferences and adjustments happening to the hovering interface around her. “Good! Now, let’s do a quick walk around to make sure everything’s working.” She stepped forward, feeling the suit match her movements and walk with her. The motions were smooth, responsive, and most importantly, natural. She made an effortless lap around her drawing board, then trotted another one. “No clunkiness, no metal grinding together, fairly non-restrictive... It’s perfect!”
“I’m thrilled that you think so, Twilight.”
“Why, is something wrong?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“First run scans indicate movement efficiency is only at 47%, with power efficiency even lower at 32%.”
“Oh, of course. That’s to be expected,” Twilight replied, turning to face the drawing board. “This was only a test fit, after all.” She lifted a hoof up, finding it wasn’t quite as non-restrictive as she thought, and managed to bring up the model. “I can already see some problem areas in the shoulders and knees, not to mention the tightness on the hock if I were to stand on my hind legs. Think you can do something about that?”
“Beginning armor optimization.” Before Twilight’s eyes, the plates on the model began to shift and mold. Some parts shrank while others bent and stretched. Others disappeared entirely as they were replaced by surrounding ones. When the model went through its second rotation, Dusk announced that the optimization was complete. The armor was much more refined and sleek, with certain areas broken down into strips of metal that could fold into each other and conform.
Twilight spun the model around and smiled. “Now, that’s what I’m looking for. What are the numbers?”
“Movement efficiency has increased to 70% while power efficiency has increased to 65%. In its current state, these are the highest the suit can achieve without sacrificing protection or utility.”
The unicorn nodded, picking some of the holographic pieces off and inspecting them. “Very good. Get a blueprint and switch systems to production mode. I want to get this finished, calibrated and tested ASAP.” She placed the parts back and hid the model, then trotted over to her desk. Her horn lit and produced a pencil and paper from the desk, which she placed in front of her. “While you’re doing that, I have some planning to do. I need to get this thing on and off somehow...”
- - -
Evening light flooded through the windows of Twilight’s home as the sun descended below the horizon. Twilight herself sat on the living room couch, wearing a thin, white shirt filled with various burn marks and grease stains. Her mane was unkempt, with various strands sticking every which way. She quietly sipped at a cup of tea while watching the news, which was still focused on the state of her company.
Twilight could only sigh as it went over stock drops and falling percentages everywhere, followed by business-type ponies explaining their reasons for why the company would shortly go under. I’ll be back soon. I’ll show them what Twilight Sparkle is made of.
A knock then came from the door, calling Twilight’s attention. She turned her head in the direction of her foyer and set the tea down.
As she walked to the door, she made a vain attempt to tidy up her mane, which probably ended up making it worse. Taking a breath, she opened the door. At first she only saw Trixie, but opening the door further revealed that Filthy Rich was there as well. Twilight couldn’t help but notice Trixie avoiding eye contact and shuffling about in place, while Filthy seemed calm. There was even a small trace of a smile on his aged face.
“Twilight, so good to see you,” he said, extending a hoof. She returned the hoof shake, all while having a curious look on her face. “You look surprised,” Filthy added, his expression softening.
“Well, I sort of am,” she admitted, looking between the two of them. “What brings you two here?”
Filthy grinned and reached a foreleg around Trixie, pulling her next to him. “Ms. Lulamoon here told me something very interesting about you, Twilight! Something you apparently haven’t shared with anypony yet.”
Twilight gulped, quickly flashing a glance to Trixie.
“So, how about we talk about that reactor?” Out of the corner of her eye, Twilight noticed Trixie shudder at the last word. Twilight herself, though, could only smile and nod. Her secret had been revealed to yet another pony, so there was no use hiding it from them.
“I... Sure. Come in,” Twilight said, stepping back for the two of them. As they passed by, Twilight closed the door and gave the blue unicorn a heated glare, which went unnoticed. The three of them stepped into the living room, where Twilight quickly turned off the television. Filthy and Trixie sat on one of the soft couches while Twilight sat on the side couch, not much differently from when Trixie had asked about the device. “So, what do you want to know?” she asked.
“I’d like to see it, if you don’t mind,” Filthy said, glancing to the glowing section that hid under a thin veil of cloth. Twilight nodded, levitating the shirt off her body and setting it aside. Even though it was the third time she’d revealed the reactor to anypony, her heart still beat nervously within her chest.
Filthy Rich craned his neck forward to get a better look at the device. “Very curious indeed,” he said, tapping at the prickly hairs under his chin. “And you were able to build this in captivity?”
“With a box of scraps, no less,” Twilight answered, her eyes shifting downward briefly. “This isn’t the original, though. I was able to use my personal lab to refine it.”
His eyes narrowed as he nodded. “Interesting... Now, Trixie has told me she’s been having some difficulty getting you to present this to the board. I feel they, and the company, would be very interested in something like this.” He then chuckled, looking up at her face. “And I’m pretty interested myself. It’s very advanced.”
Twilight smiled. “Thank you, but it’s not perfect by any means. It’s far too inefficient to be mass produced yet, and I’m not even sure if it’s completely safe.”
Filthy nodded once more, this time in understanding. “It’s always like you to keep safety a priority, Twilight. Been like that from day one, hasn’t it?” He settled into his seat and wistfully sighed. “It’s still hard to believe how much of an impact you’ve made on Equestria.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be here without the generous investments from the Rich Corporation,” Twilight added, with a sly smile. She then blinked and looked around her home, then to the reactor. “None of this would be here, really.”
“I know a promising idea when I see one, Twilight.” Filthy then motioned towards the reactor. “And that’s what I see when I look at that glowing cylinder. Are you sure you don’t want to present it? I’m sure Trixie could get some of her team to help with it. She’s a smart mare.”
His request was met with a frown and a shaking head. “I appreciate the offer, but this is a personal project of mine. It stays with me.”
Filthy cleared his throat and then stood up. He gave himself a brief shake and a stretch before turning to Twilight. “If that’s how it is, then that’s how it is. I can appreciate a mare who sticks to her guns.” He then extended his hoof and shook with Twilight. “I’ll be taking my leave now, but it was nice to see you. Hope you’re feeling better.”
“Much, thank you,” Twilight replied. “Here, I’ll see you out.” The two of them walked to the door, where Twilight said her goodbyes and let the old stallion out. She waved as he departed to his carriage, then closed the door, a scowl on her face. As soon as it clicked shut, she stormed into the living room.
“Just what are you thinking?!” she yelled, pointing at Trixie. “Are you trying to let all of Equestria know that I have this?!”
“No, it’s not like that,” Trixie protested, standing up and getting eye level with Twilight. “It was just an accident, I swear!” She gently put a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. “We were talking about the direction the company was going in and it just slipped out. After that, I figured... well... you might listen to him.”
Twilight’s furious look softened as the anger subsided. The irritation, however, did not, and she shrugged the hoof off her. “...Fine. But don’t let it happen again. You know how I feel.” She stepped over to the couch and floated the shirt to her back, draping it over her.
“I wish you would’ve listened to him.”
“I’m not having this conversation again, Trixie,” Twilight said, with a sigh and glance in the other mares direction. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll be heading in early tonight.” With a flick of her tail, she made her way to the stairs. “You know where the door is. Dusk Shine will take care of the security.”
“If you insist, Twilight,” Trixie mumbled, defeated. “Are you at least coming back to the company soon?”
“Soon,” Twilight replied, making her way up the stairs. “Goodnight, Trixie.”
Trixie snorted. “Hmph. Goodnight.” With a sigh, she trudged towards the front door.
- - -
Filthy Rich sat in his dim office, staring at the bright computer screen in front of him and tapping his forehooves together. A smoldering cigar laid in an ashtray, nearly snuffed out from neglect. The old, leather chair creaked under his weight as he rocked back and forth, watching the numbers and charts on his monitor. Every few seconds it would update, always declining. With a snort, he closed the page.
After a few moments of silence, he typed a few words and hit the enter key, bringing up numerous results related to Twilight’s capture. “Hmm...” he hummed to himself, looking through some of the entries. Filthy stumbled on a particular article and opened it up, mumbling its contents as he skimmed through. His eyes briefly widened as he caught several details, and once he reached the end, he picked up the earpiece to his phone and put it on.
He typed several numbers into the keypad and waited as the phone played off its typical dial tone. He tapped his hoof against the wooden desk impatiently as it rang, but it eventually hit the answering machine. With a grumble, he dialed another number.
The owner of this one picked up rather quickly. His voice was hushed and quick, as if he was in a hurry to end the call.
“It’s me, Filthy Rich,” the old stallion said, leaning back. “I see you’ve gotten into some very interesting business recently.” The other wasn’t pleased, and urged him to get to his point. “Fine, fine, I need some things from you. Mainly, some documents.”
Filthy frowned as he was met with disagreement. “In that case, put your superior on the line. He might know who I am.” After a moment, the caller agreed and told him to wait. Then, he hung up. Filthy merely closed his eyes and waited, taking in the silence around him.
Several minutes later, his phone rang, and looking at the number, it was who he originally tried to call. “I’m glad you called. Yes, this line is secure. No, I’m not with the royal guard. Look, I have to ask you for some things. I’ll make it worth your while if you consider.” The other caller tentatively agreed to hear him out.
“I need blueprints,” Filthy stated, spinning his chair to look out the window. “Everything that was left behind. If you can do that, I’ll send you everything you need to reproduce them.” The caller was justifiably skeptical of the offer. “Look at who I am. Look at what I’m the single largest shareholder of. I’m helping you help me out, you hear? And in return, you’ll get the technology you need. I’ll wire you the specifics if you’re interested.”
A careful moment of consideration was taken, before the caller finally agreed. A smile slid across Filthy’s face as the deal was struck. “I’m glad to hear it. You’ll be getting your info soon. Oh, and who should I be addressing?” He paused, taking a pen and paper out, then wrote a name down.
“Well then, pleasure to start doing business with you, Garrett. You won’t regret it.” With that, he hung the phone up and leaned back in his seat, which let out a shrill creak. “You certainly know a good investment when you see it, Filthy.” He then picked up the cigar and a lighter, relighting it with the skill and precision only a practiced earth pony could accomplish. He took a puff of it and let it out, smoke hovering around him. “And you are not going to have Sparkle Industries let you down.”
Well this is going in an interesting direction, not what I was thinking at all.
I look forward to reading more
Oh, Filthy, that filthy trickster.
How will this go?
Awaiting further releases, dear Author.
I love how its going so far, keep it up!
Personally I would make Filthy Rich just want to have something to present to the board and Diamond Tiara is like the one selling weapons the the griffons.
Ah. I'm glad it's finally breaking off from the film. As a result, I'm now intruiged to see where this goes.
So it won't just be Trixie being the antagonist... This means that s*** will happen, which I have no way of predicting what it is.
um... this might be a stupid question, but since there is magic, why not teleport the metal shards out of her chest?
Looks like you missed a spot.
Hmm..Filthy's being filthy. I can't wait 'till Twilight finishes the armor.
Not bad (nods head in approval)
2120789 Yeah, and probably take several chunks of her insides with them. They're too tiny to be teleported out. At least that's what lore would say.
How will she talk with the flight bit in?
You know, I was just thinking on how Twilight needs a friend in the Guard that helps out, someone to be her Rody.
Then I thought, Big Macintosh in War Machine armor. . .
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But wasn't that supposed to be Rainboooooow?
Good to see the bad one won't be Trixie. I can't wait for the next part of this nice fic. I wonder if Twilight will do a flying race with Rainbow, and perform a sonic boom of hers?
2120977 uh...Shining Armor??
Are we going to see Trixie as War Machine? Cause that'd be awesome
Yay now i can't predict how things will go, this should be interesting and exciting!
2120805 That is just what Twilight thinks. Hexes are just a different type of magic. It is often dark magic such as curses. Therefore it is often infused into items such as relics, tools and weapons.
Hextech revolver: s3.hubimg.com/u/6182678_f120.jpg
It amplifies the magical power of the user and causes spells to drain the life force of your enemies.
2121144 I believe Trixie and Spike are sharing the role of Pepper Potts in this story and Dash will eventually become War Machine (old friend in the military AND the one who rescued the future superhero from the middle of nowhere after all). Although the apparent direction of Filthy Rich being Iron Monger is a surprising and refreshing direction.
hey is there a picture of the armor? that'd be pretty cool to see.
Great to see some divergence from the Ironman story, keep up the good work
Also have a crazy idea for how "The Incredible Hulk"s story could fit into this Iron Mare-verse you're creating, but I will edit it into this post later when I at my laptop and not on my mobile.
Edit: Anyways, now for my idea for how "The Incredible Hulk" can be incorporated into this universe - With the rise of new technologies put out by Sparkle Industries, the farm of Sweet Apple Acres has been ran far more efficiently... so efficient, in fact, that Big Macintosh has been able to pursue more scholarly goals, using his 'fancy mathematics' to go to college where he shocks the academic community with how quickly he earns not only his Masters, but Ph.Ds in agriculture, biology, and the relatively new field of "Gamma Radiation Studies".
The Royal Guard has approached Dr. Big Mac offering to fund him so that he may apply his skills in seeing if Gamma rays can be used to affect crops (either make them far larger or increase the speed in which food is grown) in the hopes of not only making sure that Equestria's defense forces are amply supplied with enough rations at any given time, but also help end hunger all over the world.
With the help of his little sister Apple Bloom (who in this universe is grown up and has a Cutie Mark in construction/engineering... though if the Iron Mare story no longer takes place 10 years in the future after Twilight's invention, then this part can be scrapped), as well as a generous offer of supplies for the endeavor from Sparkle Industries *specifically Twilight Sparkle herself*, he constructs a machine that will pump out massive amounts of radiation to use on (y'all guessed it!) some apples to see what the effects will be.
During the first test (which is being observed by some big wigs of the Royal Guard, other scientist, and even Twilight and her assistant Spike), said young dragon somehow ends up in the unprotected portion of the testing area, and Big Mac tries to get him out... both ending up with a massive dose of radiation. Spike turns out fine (seems, like cock roaches, dragons are immune to radiation, a fact that was found out after this accident), but Big Macintosh has... changed.
Turns out the dose of Gamma rays mixed with physical contact with Spike trying to drag the dragon to safety has imparted Spike's "Greed induced growth" (as seen from the episode Secret of my Excess) onto the big red Apple with a slight change that the trigger is no longer greed, but anger/rage instead. One might think this is no biggie, as Mac is the most soft spoken and kindest gentle colt in the world. They would be wrong.
See, WAY back in the Apple's blood line there are traces of War Horse, powerful berserkers whose rage made them valuable during the 'Dark' times of Equestria centuries before. Though bred out for the most part over the generations, it is strong in Big Macintosh even before he this incident. For years he has been bottling up his anger: anger at the unfair and sudden death of his parents, anger at having to drop out of school and become virtually a social recluse in order to run a farm at a young age, anger at having to take care of a newborn filly AND an elderly mare when he is still too young to barely care for himself, anger at his sister running away from home, anger at those who have been mocking him thinking he is just some 'dumb, monosyllabic moron'... the list goes on. Granny has told him he shouldn't keep all this anger inside, least he blow up like a volcano, but he ignored that advice and shouldered on for the better of his family.
But now "the Other Guy" inside has been born from that anger and the Gamma Rays, a creature of immense size with strength to rival three dragons... the Incredible Big MAX!!! Hunted by the a corrupt General in the Royal Guard who views him as property (one that can be used against rival nations and to cow them into seeing the glory of Equestria and it's ruler Celestia), Big Mac must find a way to get rid of (or at least learn to control) the monster within... and maybe, just maybe, become something even greater in the process.
And that's my idea! I would write it myself, but I don't think I'd do it justice. I also figure some nods to Marvel's Hulk would be in order in terms of "Max's" appearance too: eyes and cutie mark both glow when transformed, his red coat turns emerald green while mane turns a darker shade than that (with streaks of some of his natural orange here and there in his mane), and because he came in contact with Spike during this from his flank down to just above the fetlocks on his hind legs is the same shade of purple Spike's scales are (a big nod towards Hulk's stretchy purple pants lol). Anyways, hope you folks (and Alexstrazsa) like my idea, and maybe someone else might be inspired by it.
Words cannot describe how glad I am that Trixie is not Obie. So soon after she was reformed, too.
I like the new direction.
If Trixie is like Pepper, then I hope this becomes also a Twixie story
I am glad to see you took it in this direction. Even inserting Trixie in the story puts some readers in the mind that she's the bad pony automatically. It's just where where their impressions go first. Now, Filthy Rich does the same, but he's in far fewer stories, so making him the bad pony isn't quite as trite and "been there, done that". This also opens itself up to the possibility of Twixie, which is always nice.
Also, you didn't mention it, but is Twilight's tail covered? I would presume so, but you never know. What does the armor look like?
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The armor isn't actually 'finished' yet. What she used in this chapter was more of a rough test suit. I'll be sure to go into detail when she uses the real thing.
Aaaaaahhhhhh.....shit. Things are about to get real, disappointed that Trixie is not the main villian anymore because she's my favorite in MLP, but I can deal. Can't wait to read about the complete armor, will you have the armor be a different color? Shit, can't wait for more Spilight and something about Trixie is making me wary hmmmm.....wonder if Gilda will be in this?
2121100 Unless you want incest kind of sexual tension going on, 'cause if you didn't notice, in the movie there was HEAVY overtones of more than best friends kind of love goin' on between Tony and Rody =3
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Awesome possum.
ohhh
man you have no idea how much i am liking this
i really did not want Trixie to be the bad guy
and with what you just did Filthy seems to be a good choice of'bad' guy
so good on you brother
and i like how invested i feel about Twilights Company
i really almost side with Trixie and i want Twilight to at least 'reveal' something to the public
but Twilight Stubborn AND cautious
well great read brother
See Ya
I was expecting Trixie to end up being Obie in this. I dunno if it's changed because of the amendments you made following the comments or if it was your plan all along, but Filthy Rich being Obie instead is just awesome!
So FILTHY RICH is Obadia Stane, not Trixie. That means either Trixie or Dash is Colonel Rhodes
I would rather have Filthy Rich be Hammer... A retarded competitior.
Yup yup yup.
That's what I'm talking about man!
Yes! An update! I am now satisfied with my day.
2121716 Gonna have to disagree with you on that...I'm bi, and I never thought there was any kind of homo eroticism going on there. Even if there was, have you seen how many fics there are about TS, and her brother incesticizing?(I know, I just made that word up.)
Ah, you build up our expectations and then play them like a cheap fiddle Very clever.
Looking forward to seeing where this takes us now
I can just hope this is more logical than the Iron Man movie. Cause yeah know, why not tank missile Obadiah?
2122967 True, Incest is Wincest but I think Twixie would be cute -giggles-
I bet Tony Stark could build it in a cave, with a box of scraps.
aw shoot. I was liking how Trixie still had some bad guy left in her. I mean come on its Trixie she has that true nemesis flare. sure other characters could fill the roll but it'll always be Twilight - Super and Trixie - Lex Luthor. You can put Batman and Joker if you don't like that analogy still the same thing. but I still like where this is going.
This is going real nice. Was worried for a moment for Trixie. Now Iron Twixie shipping? Yes please?
Now that the story is going to deviate from the movie, it's going to get really interesting. More. more, more, more, ect.
YAY. not evil trixie
And it deviates from the movie. double yay
With Rich as Stane that means Trixie is Rhodes if this turns out like the movies. The suits seems to be made specifically for unicorns. RD would have quite a bit of trouble taking one for herself.
Ah, okay, totally welcoming a departure from the movie's plotline, it'll keep things interesting. Besides, it means you can also expand on details the movie didn't have the time to cover fully.
I was going to balk at the fact that Filthy Rich apparently has a chair made of leather, but then I realized that either he's so super evil that he'd have one anyway, or Ponies have a nice synthetic substitute which doesn't require murdering stuff.
...Oh. That's- wow... That was quite a shock. No Trixidiah? SPLENDID! This put's my mind in a more satisfying position. I look forward to more of your work, good sir!
Trixe is not Obediah! Let the world rejoice!
*firebends blue flames from claws* Let our Twilight - Iron Mare rule the world! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!