Sombra of the Sith chapter 4 preview, "The Apple of Nyx's Eye" · 5:58pm Sep 9th, 2016
What's the first thing Dark Magic/Force Side users do when they ride into town? Stop for lunch apparently, though Nyx has more than food on her mind when she spots a well-known, fair-haired local. Is King Sombra irritated her dark eyes are wandering? You'd be very surprised at the answer!
Scheduling this for a Saturday (tomorrow) release. Here's your preview:
There were many, many ponies in town for the opening of Hoof Wars, a great many of them in robes of the Jedi and the Sith, along with a wide variety of other creatures from Barntroopers to saloon denizens from the many various worlds chronicled in the prior movies. It would have taxed the poor TimeWitch’s memory to explain them all, though she had heard of ponies called “nerds” who were walking catalogs of knowledge and facts - more than she cared to know or bother her king about.
Locating an eatery next to the theater, they opted to dine outside, Sombra taking a seat with his back against the wall of the building out of habit. His consort took the opposite chair, her temporal senses more than up to the task of warning her of any danger should it try to take her by surprise from behind.
The king had chosen a meat dish from the available menu, something called “rattlesnake”. It was not a filling meal, but then he was never one to gorge himself on food and dull his senses before a negotiation. It was served on a bed of vegetables, some of which he recognized, some he didn’t, but it was a pleasant change of pace from the castle food. Even Nyx, who was acting as his taste tester, enjoyed it. Her companion, meal finished, nursed the last of his wine while he drew out his lightsaber, studying its design with a measure of satisfaction.
Nyx looked up suddenly, her eyes rolling. She sighed. “Ugh!” was all she said.
“Hmm?” Sombra hummed, attention reluctantly distracted from his creation. “Problem, my dear?”
“Even when we lay low, we somehow draw the attention of the worst fancolts - “
“Well, howdy, fellow force-users!” a booming stallion’s voice declared behind her. “Welcome to Appleoosa’s Hoof Wars celebration!”
Nyx facehoofed herself, her hoof engulfed deep into the heavily hooded Sith robes.
“That’s a mighty fine weapon you have there, my stallion friend,” he continued, motioning to the Shadow King’s weapon.
“Why thank you,” Sombra acknowledged, nodding slightly. “‘Took but a quick moment to fashion.”
When his companion withdrew her hoof, the newcomer came around into her sight. He was a fair-complexioned stallion of about 25 winters, his coat a golden hue accented with a mane and tail in shades of hay and darker autumn orange. His face was open and friendly, the eyes the greenest Nyx had ever seen. He was quite startlingly handsome in his own way. When she recovered her surprise at her own reaction to his physical appearance, he was happily chattering away, introducing himself. “My name’s Braeburn, friends. We are plum apple happy to be hostin’ this movie opening and to see you an’ all your fellow fans seein’ fit t’ come to our humble little town!”
