The first 500 words of the new Chase chapter · 6:00pm Sep 18th, 2015
Swaying from side to side, the train rocked back and forth as it traveled south. The train car was comfortable, well appointed, more like a rolling hotel room. There was a well stocked bar in this car, a long sofa, a hi-fi, and a well stocked mini-fridge. There was peculiarity about this train car—it was daytime and the windows of this car, and of every car in the train, had been covered over with heavy black drapes, blocking out the sunlight.
In the lounge car, there were four ponies relaxing, but one was not like the other three. Sunny, vibrant, and orange, Sunset Shimmer lacked the slitted pupils of her companions. She was curled up on the end of the sofa, reading a book by horn light, a soft, amused smile upon her lips. Taking up most of the length of the sofa was Moonless Night, a pony that could be mistaken for a very, very large dog. The wolf-like abomination was snoring, sleeping, lost in pleasant dreams, perhaps dreams of chasing rabbits. Somepony had tied pretty pink bows into his mane and the hairy tufts that sprouted from the tips of his ears while he slept.
Sitting in a high backed recliner chair, Mask was reading a thick book entitled, ‘Method Acting and You: A Revival.’ Beside him was a tall glass tumbler filled with dark brown liquor. As Mask read, he became different ponies, changing between being a unicorn, a pegasus, and an earth pony.
Sitting on the floor, Bucky held something tiny up to his face to study it. It was no larger than a coin, had a spherical body the size of a pea, and eight tiny legs. It kicked and wiggled, protesting it’s current plight with faint beeps and whistles. Bucky, who had come to the realisation that bigger was not always better, was already working on the next generation of spider golems.
“Hold still,” Bucky said in a patient, faint whisper. “I’m trying to see if I made your leg hinges correctly… stop dancing, I know that telekinesis magic is tickly and tingly.”
The golem, beeping, made a rude gesture with one tiny leg, a leg as thin as a needle.
“Master?”
Sighing, Bucky set down the golem. It scurried away, running beneath the couch. “Yes, what is it, Minion?”
“What is the purpose of a golem so small?” Sunset asked.
“This model serves one purpose,” Bucky replied. “Injection. That one that I’m working on has a reservoir, extra-dimensional in nature, that is filled with the new synthetic healing compound copied from Tourmaline’s spit.”
“Teeny, tiny, itty bitty little medics?” Sunset Shimmer tilted her head and her ears perked forwards.
“Yes… I plan to give a bunch of them to Black Briar… if I can convince them to stay with him.” Bucky’s ears perked to the sound of beeping from beneath the couch. “The little ones are so sensitive to vibrations. I wonder if I can exploit that somehow.”
“Filling them with paralytic agents seems ideal for non lethal takedowns.” Returning to her book, Sunset Shimmer busied herself with more reading.
Rough text. Might need editing. All part of the major revamp of what had been originally planned.
...I'll catch up one day. Last I read was 676 I think.