Teaser: Chapter 15; Wrath · 2:00am Apr 6th, 2016
Hello hello everypony! Well, I've been hard at work typing away at the upcoming chapter in the series, and wanted to give you all a special teaser. Leave your comments below and tell me what you think!
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“Slow down! Please for the love of all that is sweet and fluffy slow down!” Dusty Shine shouts out as loud as she could, her eyes screwed shut as she flails and kicks in vain, held within Morrigan’s magical grasp. The cream colored Goddess towing the earthen mare within a sphere of telekinetic force behind her, as her wings leave a trail of fire in the heavens. “I’m sorry I made the comment our fighters were faster! Now please just slow down some!!!” She screams out again, shrieking and squealing in fright.
The crimson maned alicorn, Morrigan continues to ignore her, the mare pouring on even more speed with every flap of her majestic wings. Time was something they didn’t have to spare, and she knew it. Her eyes narrow as she senses her destination in her mind, the mare tucking her legs in against her belly and pushing herself even harder. The tail hairs of the alicorn whip and flick in the wind, glowing brightly behind her as if they themselves are set ablaze, leaving a long intense luminous streak of scarlet ether in her wake. Turning sharp and now into a dive, the pair plummets from the heavens and speeds towards the deck of the largest ship in the harbor, the Enterprise.
With a thunderous crack she lands, her hooves touching down and skidding against the flight deck and metal surfaces of the large vessel, Morrigan’s bare keratin hoof walls leaving behind a small trail of sparks before she comes to a stop. Ponies all around her and Dusty Shine suddenly stop in their tasks, gawking and shaking in terrified surprise of the pair’s sudden appearance. The Goddess appears angry, her muzzle twisted in a vicious scowl and tense, tightly held frown. Her horn dims down as the earthen mare is suddenly released from the field, dropped unceremoniously down upon her rump upon the cold steel surface of the flight deck.
Dusty shakily rises to her hooves and wobbles in place for a moment, before quickly falling back to her rump and placing both of her fore hooves over her maw. Morrigan turns to her, glaring. “This is the ship you spoke of?” She says quietly, shifting her eyes to look around. “Speak my child…time is very short!” She gently urges her features still tense and postured. Morrigan’s feathers seem to fluff out upon her massive angelic wings, a sign any Pegasus nearby could understand that the Goddess was very apprehensive and worried.
She nods slowly, Dusty Shines cheeks puffed out as she attempts to swallow back the bile building in her throat from the motion sickness. Right when she thinks she has it under control where she can compose herself, she lurches over and let’s loose the flood gates, vomiting off to the side upon the flight deck. It makes a sickening splattering sound, the fluids and remains of her previous meal quickly exiting her form and coating the ships surface.
Morrigan crinkles her nose and sighs, extending her foreleg and rubbing against the former maids’ withers and spine, gently attempting to sooth the sickened pony before her. Once Dusty finishes emptying the contents of her stomach, the alicorn lights her horn, the offending mess and smell quickly vanishing from existence as if it never occurred, before assisting Dusty back to her hooves. She glances up, seeing the ponies around them still staring, her emerald orbs quickly falling upon a set of very large Earth pony stallions fast walking to them in black uniforms, the insignias upon the sleeve cuffs showing they’re military police. She rises to her full height and holds her wings erect upon her back high, letting out a loud snort of challenge to them through her snout. Clearly, the Goddess is in no mood to talk.
“Halt. This is a restricted…” The first uniformed stallion begins to call out, before coming to a stop before the towering alicorn, almost double his own height. Upon seeing the wings and horn upon her form, the stallion falls silent, bewildered as to why an alicorn he’s never seen before, and a very small Earth pony mare in a Canterlot uniform would be upon the ship, from out of nowhere.
Gaining her bearings finally Dusty Shine rises to her hooves and steps to the stallions, doing her best to ignore the taste and probably foul smell within her maw. Clearing her now parched and burning throat, she hoarsely speaks up. “I am Senior Chief Dusty Shine of Canterlot Command, here upon orders of the crown. I need this ship ready to launch right away.” She growls out, puffing out her chest slightly, doing her very best to hide her nervousness.
The stallions all look at each other briefly, before turning to face the pair again. “With respect misses uh…”
“Senior Chief Shine will do.” She responds curtly, maintaining her gaze upon the towering stallion looking down upon her. Dusty readjusts her glasses upon her snout with her left fore hoof, her tail flicking and swishing behind her against her will.
“Senior Chief Shine.” He corrects. “But I’m afraid we will need to see some identification, even if you are from Canterlot and came with…her.” He finishes, his gaze once again drawn to the towering alicorn mare eyeing him from her upturned muzzle, her piercing gaze seemingly seeing through his very soul, causing the normally stoic and hardened officer to feel small and meek in her presence.
Dusty rolls her eyes, holding out her foreleg to the group. “Radio Canterlot if you wish, I just came from there. Princess Celestia is well aware of our presence here. I just came from the control center in Canterlot Castle base. We are now taking command of this ship, to conduct a search and rescue mission. Delaying us will only further place the prince and princess in harm’s way. Please make haste!” She speaks out, bringing her hoof back down against the rigid flight deck of the ship, her hoof landing with a small clink as her silver shod shoes contact the deck plates.
Morrigan continues to look around her, mildly annoyed at the time being wasted speaking to these ponies before her. The Goddess ruffles her wings, giving them a gentle flap before folding them against her sides. Letting out a sigh she finally turns and locks her gaze off towards the EverFree Forest, her ears perking straight up as she scans the area. She can feel something, a terrible tightening within her chest. The alicorn can feel a very mortal stab of fear within her heart, dread washing over her. There is something out there blocking her telepathy and full power, some force that’s preventing her from simply flicking her horn and correcting this. Whatever it is, she decides, is going to feel very, very foolish about its actions before she wipes it off of creation. Dusty Shine continues to speak to the stallions, the exchanges of not-so pleasantries continuing before another pony, a smaller unicorn stallion approaches from the super structure upon the ship.
“Gentle colts, stand down please!” The unicorn chirps out, his galloping coming to a stop quickly as he approaches the group. Holding a set of white parchment within his magical grasp, he holds the paperwork before the group of guards. “Lady Shine, please forgive the protocol process here onboard. We are under orders from the Equestrian Naval Command that no pony was to be authorized without written consent. We have just received a verified communication from Canterlot that you and your guest are authorized, please follow me.”
Heaving a sigh, Dusty turns and begins to walk with the unicorn stallion the two talking and exchanging information about the current crises, and their intentions here. Morrigan turns to follow, before coming to a stop before the tall stallion they were stopped by moments before, lowering her head to whisper in his ear. The stallion visibly blanches, his dark brown coat of fur seemingly turning a very pale shade of gray, the Goddess now holding a wicked, devilish smile upon her muzzle. She raises her head again and trots back to Dusty and the unicorn officer, following them to the interior command center of the vessel.
Moments pass, the stallion frozen in place, shaking in disbelief. His jaw trembles as much as his knees, the earthen ponies ears drooped low as his face holds sheer shock and horror. The other crewmen with him turn to the shocked-white stallion, shaking him with a hoof. “Hey Carl…what did she say?”
With a large, terrified hard swallow, he squeaks out in a haunted whisper. “That…was the mother of the princesses…The All Mother. And I think I just shat myself."
*sets up a lawn chair and opens a soda* Now we play the waiting game.