//------------------------------// // An Unexpected Visitor // Story: Tainted Silver // by Bluecatcinema //------------------------------// As the morning sun rose over Dodge Junction, an unusual stallion walked into town. The stallion was a pale blue-ish gray, had a wild black mane under a wide-brimmed hat (under which he hide a horn), and wore an old black jacket, with a pale green undershirt, an orange scarf around his neck. A single black wing poked out from under the jacket, covered in metal platings. The wing look rather magnificent, to a point where it almost appeared ‘life-like’. 'So this is Dodge Junction.' He mused. 'How delightfully rustic. Quiet and unassuming yet a vital part of the area, like an oasis in the desert. A town fit for any wayward traveler to seek refuge in… I can see why Sterling chose to hide out here...' This stallion was indeed Epoch, intent on having words with Sterling. How he thought to come here of all places, was a mystery to everypony except himself, but as he walked into town, he took note of his surroundings, taking in more of the town’s charm. ’Hmm, this town may be small, but Sterling could be hiding anywhere.’ He thought, ’Where to start is the question…’ "Howdy, stranger." Epoch was broken out of his musings, finding himself approached by Big Red and Cherry. "New in town, am Ah right?" Big Red smiled. "...Yes." Epoch nodded. "Just... passing through." "Figgered as much." Big Red smirked. "It helps that you know pretty much everypony in town." Cherry gently chided him. She turned back to Epoch. "I'm Cherry Jubilee, and this is my husband, Big Red Barrel-Roll." "What's yer handle, pardner?" Big Red asked. "Call me... Mr. E." Epoch gave a small bow. "It is... nice to make your acquaintance." "And you." Cherry nodded. "...That is a lovely jacket you're wearing. Is it vintage?" "It certainly is." Epoch smiled. "The wing's a nice touch." Big Red declared. "Sure does make it unique." He squinted, “And it looks so life-like!” "Thank you." Epoch nodded. "That's definitely one way of looking at it." "So, what brings ya here, E?" Big Red asked. "Oh, I'm... hoping to run into an old friend." Epoch declared, being careful not to mention Sterling’s name. "Unfortunately, I don't know exactly where he is, nor do I have the time to search door-to-door. Would you happen to know of a place in this charming little town where the most ponies come to?" "We certainly do." Cherry nodded. "You should go to the local tavern, just down the street." "Everypony drops by there fer a drink at least once a day." Big Red added. "Yer best chance of runnin' inta this pal a' yer's is tah just go in there and wait." "I see." Epoch nodded. "Thank you for the assistance, my good stallion." "Jest bein' neighborly." Big Red smiled. "Have a good day." Cherry added. "I hope you manage to see your friend." "As do I." Epoch nodded. Epoch parted ways with Big Red and Cherry and headed over to the tavern. 'What a lovely couple.' He thought. 'So helpful toward a complete stranger. I suppose it's true what they about small town values...' Epoch entered the tavern, and made his way to the bar. "What'll it be, stranger?" Suds asked. "I shall have a lemonade with a twist of lime, please." Epoch requested. "Comin' right up." Suds nodded. Moments later, Epoch was sat at the bar, slowly sipping his drink, and keeping his eyes firmly locked on the doors. 'It's only a matter of time.' He thought. 'You have to come here sooner or later, Sterling. And then we're going to have a little talk, you and I...' Meanwhile, Sterling was working in the southern orchard, clearing away some fallen branches. 'Not a bad day so far...' He thought to himself. 'Just as long as there are no more visions, it should stay that way...' As Sterling went to add the branches to the pile of kindling they were stockpiling for winter, he saw Eclipse, Huckleberry and Globe walking through the trees. "I don't think this is such a good idea..." Globe muttered, barely loudly enough for Sterling to hear. "Again, Globe, your opinion is noted." Eclipse said irritably. "If you don't like it, then go back to the homestead." "Eek's right." Huckleberry nodded. "Besides, this happened on our watch, so we're the one who have to fix it." "But-" Globe started. "You don't want to let down ma and pa, do you?" Eclipse asked. "...No." Globe sighed. "Then let's get to it." Eclipse said firmly. "Okay..." Globe nodded. As the boys continued onwards, Sterling took in their words. 'Sounds like those kids could use some help.' He mused. Sterling stepped forward, so the brothers could see him. "Something wrong, kids?" He asked. "S-Sterling!" Globe yelped. "Nothing's wrong." Eclipse said firmly. "Yeah, we're just out for a stroll." Huckleberry added. "Really?" Sterling smirked. "That's not what I just heard." "Eavesdropping, Sterling?" Eclipse scowled. "Don't dodge the question." Sterling retorted. "What's going on? It must be something bad, if you don't want Red or Cherry to know.” “Well…” Huckleberry murmured. “Look, it’s something that we have to take care of.” Eclipse grunted, “And we don’t want to worry ma and pa.” “Come on, by now you should know I can keep a secret.” Sterling glared “Besides, I don’t feel comfortable letting you three go off somewhere on your own. Unless you want me tellin’ your folks, I suggest you spill.” “Sterling’s right, Eclipse.” Globe nodded, “We could use a grown-up to help us.” “Ugh, alright.” Eclipse groaned, “The thing is, me, Huck, and Globe lost a whole cart of cherries to… something.” "'Something'?" Sterling frowned, “What’s ‘something’?” “We don’t know.” Huckleberry admitted, “We had a whole cart full of cherries that we'd spent the better part of the day collecting. Then we turn our backs for five seconds, and it's gone! Nothing but a broken handle and some spilled cherries to prove it was ever there.” "Now we gotta get it back." Eclipse added. "All by yourselves?" Sterling frowned. "That’s what I said!" Globe pouted. "This happened on our watch, so we're gonna fix it." Huckleberry declared. "That's nice, but you don't know who or what took the cherries." Sterling pointed out. "I'd better tag along, just to be on the safe side. Together, we'll find whatever took the cart, and get the cherries back." "Whatever." Eclipse scoffed. "Let's just get after it, already. We're wasting time with all this talking." "My thoughts exactly." Sterling nodded. "Any clues so far?" "Yeah." Huckleberry pointed to the ground. Sterling noticed that there were patches of fallen cherries, heading off out of the orchard. "Our cherry thief seems to have trouble carrying his bounty." He noted. "And that's how we'll find him." Eclipse nodded. "Try to keep up." "Just watch me, kid." Sterling grinned. The quartet followed the trail of fallen cherries out of the orchard, and into the prairie. As they did, Sterling noticed other odd things, like unusual sets of indentations in the ground, and strange markings on rock formations. 'I'm starting to think it really was a something that stole those cherries, and not a somepony.' Sterling thought, as the boys moved ahead of him. 'I may have to keep a closer eye on those kids...' "Yeah, like that'll help 'em that much." A voice joked. 'Oh, no...' Sterling frowned. He turned around to see a batpony stallion with a charcoal grey coat, a messy white mane, yellow eyes, and a jagged scar on his face, and a trenchcoat that looked a bit familiar... "Hello, Sterling." The stallion grinned. "Miss me?" "Yeah, that figures." Sterling groaned, taking a moment to make sure the boys couldn't see him talking to what was clearly thin air. "Hello, Synchro." “Hmph, I figured you’d be a bit happier to see me.” Synchro grunted, “After all, we used to be partners, didn’t we?” "We were." Sterling nodded. "But you're not Synchro. He's dead, and you're just a figment of my imagination." "I'm still the Synchro you remember." Synchro pointed out. "Close enough, right?" "Just leave me alone." Sterling pleaded. "I'm in the middle of something here." "So I've noticed." Synchro mused. "Another dangerous mission, huh?" "No." Sterling growled. "I've left all that behind me." "Yet, here you are again, putting others' lives at risk." Synchro declared. "Some things really don't change..." "Hey, those kids are the ones after a thief." Sterling pointed out. "I'm just here to make sure they don't get hurt." “Just like you were for Echo and Sunset?” Synchro retorted, “Because that worked out so well for all parties involved.” “Look, there’s a difference between ‘pretending’ to be in a race to collect all of Sombra’s spells and trying to catch some cherry thief.” Sterling growled, “No pony is going to get hurt. Especially not those kids.” "If they matter to you so much, then why didn't you just convince them to go back home?" Synchro asked. "I, well..." Sterling shook his head. "Because they want to get those cherries back for the farm, their family. They don't want to see their folk's disappointed, and neither do I." "Keep telling yourself that, pal." Synchro glared, “But don’t come crying to me if they all end up dead because of you… because I sure as Tartarus know how that feels.” "Look, you-!" Sterling started. "Hey, Sterling!" Eclipse called, catching Sterling's attention. "Pick up the pace already!" Sterling turned back to look at where Synchro was, but he had vanished. "Yeah, coming!" Sterling called, as he rushed to follow the boys. 'You just stay out of my head, Synchro...' As Sterling finally caught up to the brothers, he found them standing in front of a large cave, where the trail of cherries were leading. "'Bout time you showed up." Eclipse snorted. "Gettin' old, are we?" "That's so funny, I forgot to laugh." Sterling scowled. "So, this is where our cherry bandit is hiding?" "Yep." Huckleberry nodded. "And you know what we gotta do now?" "Call the authorities?" Globe said hopefully. "Close, but no." Eclipse retorted. "We're gonna go in there, and take back the cherries." "Yes, we are." Sterling nodded. "Somepony's gotta look out for you kids, just in case this thief is more than you can handle." "Please." Eclipse snorted. "Like it's anything the three of us can't handle." "Either way, I've come with you this far, and I'm not turning back now." Sterling said firmly. Sterling and the boys entered the cave. As they passed through the stone tunnel, Sterling noticed more of the strange markings on the walls. 'Up close, those look suspiciously like... claw marks.' Sterling realized. 'In fact, they look familiar… if I didn’t know any better, we are faced with…’ Sterling felt dread in the pit of his stomach. ’No… it couldn’t be. Out here? In the middle of these dusty plains? There’s just no way...' "There's the cart!" Huckleberry pointed up ahead, to where the tunnel opened to a much larger cavern. Beside the wall of the cabin was the cherry cart - a little damaged here and there, with a notable chunk of cherries missing, but still in good condition. "And it looks like it's unguarded." Eclipse noted. "Oh, thank goodness." Globe whispered. “I’m with ya, kid.” Sterling nodded, a bit more relieved than he thought he would be. “Too bad that slime who stole it ain’t around.” Eclipse growled, “I would've liked to give him a piece of my mind.” “Look, what’s important is the cherries are mostly intact.” Sterling chided, “If we hurry now, we might be able to get it back before they come-” His voice was drowned out, as a growl echoed through the cavern. "...What was that?" Huckleberry gulped. As if in answer to Huckleberry's question, a huge, clawed foot slammed down by the edge of the cavern. It was followed by another, then two more, as the owner prowled around the cave. "Oh. Buck." Eclipse gaped. Globe let out a terrified squeak. “Oh, no…” Sterling whispered. The creature that looked like a gigantic cross between a dog and a lizard. The creature had a distinctly canine face (albeit with a pair of horns) and body structure, but a fin on its back and a long tail that ended with a frill. One of its eyes was red, but the other was a pale white, with scars running through the left side of its face, presumably from old battles. "Buck… a Titanbeast." Sterling gaped. "You know what this thing is?!" Huckleberry hissed. “Unfortunately.” Sterling admitted, “They are very rare creatures. I didn’t think there'd be any around here…” "And it took our cherries." Eclipse glared. "Th-that's a good thing, though, right?" Globe gulped. "That means it's a vegetarian. And won't try to eat us..." “‘Fraid not. These things are omnivores.” Sterling corrected him. “Worst yet, they're some of the world’s fiercest predators. And if I recall, they are very territorial.” "Great..." Huckleberry cringed, “What are we gonna do?” “Well, I don’t want to leave without that cart.” Eclipse grunted… before frowning, deeply concerned, “But I don’t want us to be that thing’s next meal.” “Just relax, you guys.” Sterling declared, as he eyed the Titanbeast. “We might still be able to do this.” "What?!" Globe cringed. "Are you serious?!" “Are you really crazy after all?” Eclipse challenged. “Take a look at that big fella’s face.” Sterling pointed to the beast, mainly his scarred eye, “It looks like he can’t see out of his milky eye. We’ll use that to our advantage.” "How?" Huckleberry asked. "Simple." Sterling smiled. "When it makes its next circuit, we'll sneak around the cave, while staying in his blind side. Then we quickly grab the cart and, staying in his blind side, go around the cave, and get on out of here." “Hmm, sounds like a good plan.” Eclipse nodded, “We might be able to pull it off.” "D-do we have to?" Globe asked. "You can stay here if you want." Sterling declared. "The three of us should be able to pick up the the cart, no problem." "Good." Globe breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, it’s coming around for another pass." Eclipse declared. "If we're gonna do this, now's the time." "Agreed." Sterling nodded. As the beast once again neared the edge of the tunnel, Sterling, Eclipse and Huckleberry quickly fell into step, making sure to stay on its blind side. Sterling's nose wrinkled as he picked up the beast's breath. 'If only cherries were the only food this thing eats.' He thought, trying not to gag. Slowly but surely, they reached the cart, and, knowing they had little time before the creature's good eye spotted them, worked together to right the cart and get it out of the cavern. "Okay, time for phase two." Sterling whispered. "Get ready to push." "On it." Huckleberry nodded. "Let's just do this already." Eclipse muttered. They slowly started to push it forward, intending to get back to the creature's blind spot. Unfortunately, the cart was damaged by the beast's rough handling. One of the wheels snapped loudly. "Oh, buck." Sterling gulped. "Rrrr?" The creature turned its good eye in the direction of the sound. "Grrrr..." "RUN!!" Huckleberry yelped. As the creature roared, Sterling and the boys picked up the cart, and dashed for the tunnel mouth. "Hurry, hurry!" Globe urged. "It’s right behind you!" "Really? I hadn't noticed!" Eclipse yelled, the Titanbeast right behind them. "Less talking, more running!" Sterling urged. Once they reached the tunnel mouth, Globe joined them in their flight, the Titanbeast following. "This thing must really like cherries!" Huckleberry yelped. After getting out of the cave, Sterling and the boys ran as fast as they could toward the orchard. "Head for the thickest patch of trees!" Sterling urged. "It won't be able to squeeze its way through!" "Great thinking!" Globe nodded. They toward the trees. However, the Titanbeast seemed to anticipate their actions; with one mighty leap, it jumped right over them, landing in-between them and the trees that would have been their salvation. "Did you know it could do that?" Eclipse asked Sterling. "No." Sterling cringed. "Would have been a useful piece of information..." The Titanbeast stalked forward, its teeth bared. "Back off, ugly!" Eclipse raised his claws. "You're not getting these cherries again without a fight!" "He doesn't speak for all of us!" Globe trembled. Sterling gathered his thoughts. There was only one way out of the situation. It wasn't ideal, but he had no choice. "All of you, get behind me." He instructed. "I'll take care of this..." "By yourself?" Huckleberry gaped. "Are you nuts?!" "Not the first time somepony's asked me that." Sterling smirked. The Titanbeast moved in closer, baring its’ vicious fangs. “You heard the Griffon, BACK OFF!” Sterling roared. Sterling swung his enhanced hoof directly into the Titanbeast's face. "Grarrrr!" The Titanbeast reared back in agony, the attack striking it right in the side of the face. The amount of force coming from the once severed hoof was enough to send the beast reeling. "Whoa." Globe gaped. "That was..." Huckleberry stared. "How did he...?" Eclipse spluttered. "Don't just stand there, staring!" Sterling yelled. "Let's go!" The boys complied, joining Sterling in running away, cart in tow, as the Titanbeast staggered around in pain. They made sure to move through its blind spot, and run through the trees as fast as they could, preventing it from pursuing them further. The Titanbeast, hurt and irritated, chose to give up the chase and returned to its cave. Shortly after, Sterling and the boys neared the homestead... then collapsed, exhausted. "We... did... it..." Globe wheezed. "Whattaya mean 'we'?" Huckleberry panted. "Sterling made the power move." "Yeah." Eclipse glared at Sterling. "Where did that come from? You punched that thing hard enough to really hurt it." "Must've been a lucky shot." Sterling shrugged. “Really? This isn’t the first time you did something like this with that hoof.” Eclipse frowned, “A few days ago, when that tree fell on me… you were able to lift it off me, no problem.” "Really?" Globe gaped. "How's that possible?" Huckleberry asked. "Oh, I... used to be a champion hoofwrestler." Sterling lied. "What were you wrestling against, Bugbears?" Eclipse snorted. "That kind of strength just isn't natural. Once was impossible enough, but twice..." “Look, guys, both times were moments of desperation.” Sterling declared, “I had all that adrenaline pumpin’ through me. I can betcha that in that rush, I could had lift Ursa Minors if I wanted to.” “Well, I guess.” Eclipse admitted, “But-” “And besides, don’t you think if I could’ve done that to begin with, I would have?” Sterling challenged. "...He makes a good point, Eek." Huckleberry nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” Eclipse shrugged, “We got the cart back, and hopefully, if that Titanbeast knows what’s good for it, it won’t come back around here.” “Right… nevertheless, I think we’re all in agreement in wanting to keep this little adventure from Big Red and Cherry?" Sterling asked. "Definitely." Globe nodded. "If they knew we actually went looking for that thing, they'd ground us for a year." "I won't tell if you won't." Sterling smiled. "Deal?" "Deal." Eclipse nodded. "There you boys are!" Big Red arrived on the scene. "Why aren't y'all in the orchard?" "Oh, I was helping them find a lost cart." Sterling said quickly. "Yeah." Globe nodded. "It rolled down the incline." "And the... wheel bust." Huckleberry pointed out the cracked wheel. "Luckily, it didn't go too far." Eclipse declared. "We lost a few cherries, but saved most of them." "Well, good fer you, boys." Big Red smiled. "Workin' together tah get this cart back." Sterling and the boys breathed a silent sigh of relief as Big Red took a look at the cart. "What's this?" Big Red frowned. He reached into the cart, and picked up some cherries, which were covered in the beast's drool. "Eurgh, these cherries are a bit slimy..." "Well, you see..." Sterling muttered. "Eh, no big deal." Big Red shrugged. "Musta gotten some tree sap on 'em, or a snail or two crawled crawled over 'em. No matter, run 'em through the wash, and they’ll be right fer eatin’ an’ bakin’." "Great." Sterling fought back another urge to throw up. "Now, unless anypony minds, I think I'll drop by the bar for a quick drink before dinner. "Sure." Big Red nodded. "Ah reckon ya've earned it." "You have no idea." Sterling muttered under his breath. The brothers waved him goodbye as he departed. "What a day..." Sterling groaned, as he made his way to the tavern. "You can say that again." Sterling turned to see the vision of Synchro had returned. "Great..." Sterling groaned. "Now that was a fun outing for all ages, wasn't it?" Synchro declared. "And props for not letting the kids get munched, by the way." "Like I'd let Red's kids get eaten." Sterling scoffed. “Still, you shouldn’t had let them go after that cart.” Synchro frowned, “How would you have explained one of them becoming Titanbeast chow to their folks?” “Hey, they wanted to get the cart back.” Sterling retorted, “Because they knew how much it meant to their parents. That’s why I decided to help them. And it’s a good thing I did. I mean, what are the odds of there being a Titanbeast out here?!” “You got lucky, I’ll give you that.” Synchro admitted, “If only I were so fortunate...” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sterling glared. “I mean at a point in time, we were both stallions on a mission.” Synchro declared. He reached into his trenchcoat, and pulled out an all too familiar kabucki mask, “You wanted to create an army of Maelstroms for the Forefathers… I wanted to make everypony a Nightcrawler so they could see what savages they were… and look where that got us. All because I teamed up with you.” “Don’t you even!” Sterling snapped, “You made the decision to try and attack the Crystal Empire! You’re the one who was all gung-ho about trying to bring Equestria down to your ‘level’! You didn’t give a rat’s ass who got in your way, whether it was those guardians, the guards, your brother! And over what? A crappy childhood?!” “Says the stallion who burned down his old home because nopony would listen to poor, abused Sterling.” Synchro sneered. “Don’t you dare go there!” Sterling seethed, “I already had this conversation twice, with two ponies I didn’t want to see again, and I rather not have it again with you!” “Why is that?” Synchro asked accusingly, “Here you are, criticizing me for not letting go of my past with Nero, yet you drag your past with your brothers along like a ball on a chain, pretending like it’s not even there.” “And just like the last two, you don’t know anything!” Sterling growled, “I’ve put everything that happened all those years ago behind me. And I haven’t looked back since.” “Clearly that’s a lie.” Synchro rolled his eyes, “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” "We're only having this conversation because I seem to be slowly slipping into a paranoid delusional state." Sterling retorted. "Yeah, that's the idea that's the most pleasant to you right now." Synchro scoffed. "What else is there?" Sterling said stubbornly. "Face it, Sterling." Synchro scoffed. "We weren’t so different once." "That's debatable." Sterling growled as he looked away. "Lie to yourself all you want." Synchro declared. "But if you're not careful, you could end up the same way I did..." "I don't think so." Sterling spat. He turned to look at Synchro, but saw that he had once again vanished. He sighed deeply. "And I sure hope not. You already had it bad enough. What happened after we met, I wouldn't wish on anypony..." Many Years ago... After returning to the Infinity, Sterling had the agents who had helped Tropics incarcerated, and informed Father of what had happened, as the two sat alone in the Coils. "This is most upsetting news." Father declared sadly. "Yet another member of our flock had strayed from the path, and turned on those they once called allies.” “I am sorry, sir.” Sterling nodded somberly, “Tropics and I may have had our differences… but I didn't want things to end the way they did.” “Do not blame yourself, Sterling.” Father sighed, “It cannot be helped. Tropics let her hatred control her actions, and she convinced others to do the same. I am relieved that you and Scalphunter had survived the encounter unscathed. And that the dissidents have been detained. Hopefully, a few months in the cells below will help them see the errors of their ways.” “Well, if it was up to me, Tropics would had been down there with them.” Sterling growled, “But no… Scalphunter just couldn’t have any of it.” "Ah, yes." Father mused. "I understand there's been some friction between the two of you lately." "That's putting it mildly, sir." Sterling scowled. "I knew from the first time we met that he was off, but Scalphunter has proven to be more bucked up than I imagined. He's crazed. Unbalanced. And while he did save my life, he did it by killing Tropics. Even though I explicitly told him no killing!” “I wish I could say I was surprised, but I am not.” Father grimaced, “Scalphunter, along with the ‘Black Sheep’, always saw killing as the ‘first’ resort, never the last. It’s always been a problem with them.” “No kidding.” Sterling grunted, “The sad part is, I knew this was going to happen eventually.” Sterling then frowned, “I do not mean to challenge your wisdom, sir… but I don’t think having him for a partner on this project isn’t going to work out.” “...I understand, Sterling.” Father nodded. "I would not expect you to put aside your integrity, just so you could work with somepony you’re clearly not comfortable with." "But like you said, Scalphunter's one of the only authorities on dark magic available to us. Even more so, with Tropics gone." Sterling sighed. "Without him, I’ll have no way of finding Nightcrawlers myself." "Not necessarily." Father declared. "Sir?" Sterling asked. "We have recently been in contact with a group we have been observing as of late." Father announced. "One that has been launching its own research into dark magic. They call themselves 'the Order of Darkness'." "Seriously?" Sterling scoffed. "A little on the nose, isn’t it?" "No argument here." Father chuckled lightly. "But, ridiculous name or not, I believe their leader, a stallion by the name of Silas Necross, will have something for you to use in your project. If you wish, I can arrange a meeting, and you can negotiate an agreement." "That would be great, sir." Sterling smiled. "I don't know how to thank you-" "Simply do your best." Father urged. "As long as you serve with determination and loyalty, that is all I can ask for." "Thank you, sir." Sterling nodded. As Sterling departed from the Coils, he saw, to his displeasure, Scalphunter approached. He was carrying some kind of folder under one hoof. "There you are." Scalphunter noted. "What is it, Scalphunter?" Sterling, trying to hide annoyance. "You said you'd take a look at my project?" Scalphunter reminded him. "I said I'd consider it." Sterling corrected him. "Well, I've got it right here." Scalphunter passed him the file. "Take a look at this stuff, and I'm sure you'll be rarin' to give this a shot." "Okay, fine." Sterling sighed. "I'll read it." "That's all I ask." Scalphunter grinned. "Just don't expect my opinion too soon." Sterling declared. "I have an... errand or two to run for Father." "Duty calls, I get it." Scalphunter nodded. "But trust me, when you get around to readin' that file, its’ contents are gonna blow your mind." As Scalphunter departed, Sterling glanced at the file distastefully. 'I may as well take a look.' He thought. 'Not just to get him to stop asking, but also because I won't have to associate with him much longer...' With that satisfying thought, Sterling made his way back to his quarters, ready to get to sleep. A few nights later, Sterling was sitting in one of the more high-class bars in Canterlot, awaiting his contact. He wasn't overly comfortable with his surroundings; Having rich, well-to-do ponies all around him reminded him of his mother in a way. And he was eager to spend as little time around them as possible. 'Where is he?' Sterling thought impatiently as he tried to drown out the patrons' self-important chatter. 'I don't know how much longer I can handle being around these snobs...' "Sterling Cross?" A dark blue Unicorn stallion with a groomed black mane, piercing silver eyes, and a silver-tipped cane levitating aside him, asked as he approached Sterling. "That's me." Sterling nodded. "You must be Silas Necross." "Yes, I am." Silas nodded. "How observant of you." "Thanks." Sterling scowled lightly, recognizing Silas's undertone of arrogance. "Now, how about we get this little discussion underway?" "Straight to the point. I like that." Silas said haughtily. "I cannot stand time-wasters..." Sterling acknowledged the hypocrisy, but said nothing. "So, I understand you want to make an alliance between your little group and the Forefathers?" Sterling asked. "I'd hardly call it a 'little group'." Silas scoffed pompously. "We may be small in number, but we have big plans." "Sure you do." Sterling rolled his eyes. "Say, how were you able to contact the Forefathers in the first place?" "Oh, one of my associates has a cousin who is a member." Silas remarked. "Through that cousin, we learned enough about your association to realize we could have a very profitable alliance, so we had the cousin act as a middle stallion to put all this together." "Makes sense." Sterling shrugged. "And I would just like say how honored I am that the Order of Darkness will become a part of your organization?" Silas smirked. "I can see great things growing from our alliance-" “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Necross.” Sterling frowned, “The Forefathers will only aid the ‘Order of Darkness’, if we can reach an agreement.” “Of course.” Silas nodded, a bit miffed from being interrupted. “Now then…” Sterling began, “Father told me before coming here that you have some plans. Plans you hope the Forefathers could help you with, right?” “That’s right.” Silas agreed, though giving a snide chuckle, “It’s not that we ‘desperately’ require your help, but I feel having powerful friends could help expedite the plans.” “I see...” Sterling mused, “And what exactly are these plans?” "Oh, it's quite simple, really." Silas smirked. "We are seeking to harness the powers that the great King Sombra used when he rose to power. A spellbook that contains many of the most powerful forms of dark magic imaginable. With the spellbook, we will use it to control the masses, and mold the world as we see fit.” "With you and your buddies calling the shots, right?" Sterling frowned. "Is it really any different than what your precious 'Father' has in store for the world?" Silas pointed out. "Taking control for the greater good?" “...I suppose not.” Sterling admitted, “But what do you need our help with? It seems like you have it all figured out.” “Yeah…” Silas’s smirk faded, “There has been… complications.” “Complications?” Sterling repeated, ’This oughta be good…’ “Yeah. We did have the spellbook originally, and we were about to enact our plans… but one thing led to another… and we ‘lost’ the spellbook.” Silas cringed. “Is that so?” Sterling asked. “Not only that, they took out some pages, rendering the spellbook almost useless.” Silas growled, “We had made attempts to recover the book and the pages… but things hadn’t been going smoothly. They had been under guard by both the Royal Guard and some affiliates of the RDL.” “I think I understand what’s going on.” Sterling gave a wry grin, “This is all just a smokescreen." "Excuse me?" Silas frowned. "Your Order doesn't want the Forefathers' help, it needs it." Sterling declared. ”Probably because you can't get anywhere by yourselves." "Ye-no!" Silas yelled, a part of his formerly well-groomed mane falling out of place. "That is totally untrue! We are fully capable of standing on our own!" "Is that so?" Sterling sneered. "Then why are you here?" "Because, although we can accomplish our goals by ourselves, it will be far quicker and more efficient to have help." Silas said nervously. "Yeah, sure." Sterling scoffed. "Well, maybe we don't want to waste our time helping some second-rate conspiracy group with their half-baked plans. Unless you have something to give to us in return?" “Look, here’s the deal: you and the Forefathers provide myself and my group supplies and stallionpower for the plan we have in the works.” Silas announced, straightening his mane, “In return, the Order and I will offer our complete cooperation and loyalty to the Forefathers, and will be happy to share information that could prove vital to them. How does that sound? Interested?” “Hmm, I don’t know…” Sterling pondered, “The Forefathers’ resources are stretched pretty thin as it is. Certain... mishaps recently have cost us a little in the way of resources and personnel." "I expected a little resistance." Silas said, undeterred. "So how about I sweeten the deal?" "Sweeten how?" Sterling asked. "Father told me about your little project." Silas declared. "Bold stuff. But I also heard you're having a hard time finding suitable subjects." "And?" Sterling urged. "And I happen to know where you can find an exceptionally powerful Nightcrawler." Silas announced. "The Order have been observing him for some time. And believe me, he has the kind of power you'll definitely want on your side." "Is that a fact?" Sterling asked, intrigued. "You're interested, aren't you?" Silas smirked. "I am." Sterling nodded. "But I'm going to have to meet this wonder-Nightcrawler for myself before I make any promises." "Then meet him you shall."'Silas grinned. "The pony you seek is a Thestral known as Synchro. A traveler of sorts. He moves around a lot, but lately, he has been hanging around the Horseshoe Park in Trottingham. If you hang out by the lone lamppost in the far southwest corner at night, there might be a chance you will see him.” “A chance, huh?” Sterling frowned, “You’re sure about that?” “Sure I’m sure.” Silas gave a wicked smile, “And trust me, he will be perfect for you.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” Sterling huffed, “I will go and check out this ‘exceptionally powerful’ Nightcrawler for myself. If I like what I see, then we might have a deal. We'll meet back here three nights from now. And don’t be late this time." "Excellent." Silas smiled. "I have a feeling you won't be disappointed." "We'll see..." Sterling muttered. The following evening, Sterling arrived at the spot Silas described. He sat on a bench near the lamppost in the southwest part of the park. He looked around, seeing that the park was empty. 'Suppose all I can do now is wait.' Sterling though. 'But I swear, if Silas sent me on a wild goose chase, there's gonna be trouble...' Just then, Sterling heard a sound, something like sandpaper being scraped across the ground. 'Spoke too soon.' Sterling readied his crossbow. Something caught the moonlight, right in front of Sterling. “Huh? What's this?” Sterling frowned, lowering his crossbow. Sterling looked down at the shining object… and was immediately perplexed. It looked like a pile of black crystals, the size of each crystal being as big as a bead. He was no geology expert, but there was something… unnatural about them. “What the hell is this…” Sterling whispered, as he leaned in to take a closer look at the crystals. Suddenly, the pile of crystals began quivering. “Huh? Why is it doing-” The pile of crystals soon began to rise upwards, then flowed away, as if it was drawn by magnets. Sterling felt dread in his stomach as he glanced up at where the crystals had flown off to… And he was right to feel that dread, as a towering pile of the same black crystals leaned over him, ready to crush him. “Oh BUCK!” Sterling screeched. Sterling scrambled to avoid the attack, but quickly found himself beset by swarms of more crystals. Running at top speed, he avoided spikes, blades, and tendrils. But there were more waiting for him. "Whatever you things are, I won't go down without a fight!" He said boldly. He tried to shoot the crystals, but they simply formed a gap for the bolt to fly through. "Typical." Sterling scowled. A tendril enveloped the crossbow, right up to Sterling's hoof. "Hey, let go!" Sterling yelled. He tried to punch his weapon free, but his other hoof was also enveloped. Barely a second later, he felt the crystals swarm over his back hooves, completely trapping him. "Get... off... me!" As he struggled, Sterling heard hoofsteps approaching. “Well, well, well, look what I caught.” Sterling glanced towards the direction of the voice, as the crystals parted to reveal a charcoal colored pony in a black trenchcoat. His mane was a filthy gray mop, and his eyes were yellow, and judging by the slit pupils, he was a Thestral. He had a jagged scar across his left cheek… and a very peeved expression. “You guys can’t seem to take a hint.” The Thestral sneered, “I thought after what I did to the last pony you had following me, the Order would learn to leave me alone… well, I guess I’m going to have to send them your head in a box. That usually gets the message across.” “Wait! I’m not who you think I am!” Sterling yelled, as he struggled to break free, “I’m not one of Silas’s stallions.” “Really? Then how did you know where to find me?” The Nightcrawler demanded. “...Okay, I was directed here by the Order.” Sterling admitted. The Thestral’s eyes narrowed. The crystals began to crawl up Sterling’s hooves… “But I’m not with them! I’m from a completely different organization!” Sterling panicked. The crystals stopped. “...Is that so? What, is the Order now hiring other ponies to do their bothering for them?” The Thestral asked, his glare still present. “No… in fact, I have come here of my own accord, because I was looking for you… you are Synchro, right?” Sterling asked. “...Yes, that’s my name.” The batpony growled, his brows furrowed in suspicion, “Who’s askin’?” “...Sterling Cross.” Sterling introduced himself, “I am a pony from a secret organization known as the Forefathers. And I have come here to speak with an exceptionally powerful Nightcrawler I was told about… that is you, is it not?” “The Forefathers?” Synchro frowned, “Never heard of them.” “That’s why it’s a secret.” Sterling rolled his eyes, in spite of his situation, “But that’s beside the point. I’m here to make you a very special offer… and I will make it… if you would kindly let me go.” “...Fine.” Synchro flicked his hoof, as the microcrystals released Sterling’s hooves and flowed back into his trenchcoat, “You got five minutes.” “Okay, quick to the point…” Sterling whispered to himself, “Well, the reason I’m here is…” Sterling quickly explained his project, trying to explain as much as he could in the time Synchro given him. Soon, Sterling finished, the Thestral being silent. “And that’s pretty much it.” Sterling clapped his hooves, “What do you say, Synchro? Would you like to become a father of a new generation?” The Thestral’s stoic face soon turned into a fierce scowl. “...No.” Synchro growled. “No? Didn’t you just hear what I said?” Sterling frowned. “Oh, I heard everything… and I repeat, no.” Synchro hissed. “But why?!” Sterling protested, “Surely, you'd prefer a world where Nightcrawlers and Maelstroms are celebrated and valued for their powers, rather than ostracized, right?” “What makes you think I give a damn about what the world thinks of us?” Synchro glared. “And what makes you think that fathering these ‘Maelstroms’ will change anything? It’s nothing but a load of horse apples!” "Let me explain a little more before you dismiss it." Sterling declared. "I'm talking about a whole new generation. One destined to take charge of the world." "So you say." Synchro scowled. "But I'm interested in fathering a foal who would be hated by the world. I know full well what that's like. The pain and suffering inflicted on those who the world thinks are 'freaks'. The stallion I called father hated and tortured me, all because of the way I was born." "You think you're the only one with an abusive parent?" Sterling scoffed. "I had one of those, and I was born a regular pony!" "At least it stopped with your parent." Synchro spat. "I was despised and persecuted my entire life, no matter where I went. I won't allow for another to suffer like that." "But the foal won't suffer." Sterling promised. "It will be cared for, raised fairly, free from hatred and prejudice." "And raised to be a weapon." Synchro scoffed. "Or worse, a slave." "That's not what I had in mind-" Sterling started. "Whatever." Synchro spat. "I've heard enough. See ya." Synchro started to walk away. 'Wow, this guy is one tough customer.' Sterling thought. 'Then again, who wouldn't be, after going through he's been through? And I thought I had a rough life... wait, maybe that's it...' “Wait.” He said aloud. “What?!” Synchro turned to face him, “I have nothing more to say, now unless you want me to end you after all, I’ll-” “I know… but I want you to join up with me.” Sterling insisted, “But not as a genetic donor… rather, as a partner…” “...Partner?” Synchro frowned, before glaring fiercely, “What game are you playing at?” "No game here." Sterling declared. "I just feel like you and I aren't so different." "Oh, please." Synchro sniggered mockingly. "That old cliché?" "I'm serious." Sterling insisted. "I know a kindred spirit when I see one. And I think we could really be of use to one another, even if you don’t want to help with the project." "I’m listening." Synchro declared. Two nights later, Sterling returned to the bar in Canterlot, finding Silas sitting in a booth. The haughty unicorn was sipping some coffee, when he took notice of Sterling. “Ah, Sterling!” Silas smiled, “Nice to see you!” “Hello, Necross.” Sterling nodded in acknowledgement, as he took a seat. “So… how did it go?” Silas asked, “Did you see him?” “Yes… and he tried to kill me.” Sterling deadpanned, “I would have appreciated a warning.” “Well, some of my associates hadn’t been ‘subtle’ in his tailing.” Silas winced a bit, “But you’re here now, so that must mean things went smoothly, right?” “You would be right.” Sterling shrugged, “After ensuring him that I’m not one of [ii]your men, we got to talking, and it turns out we shared a bit of common ground.” “Yeah, yeah.” Silas scoffed, “But what do you think of Synchro? Does he meet your expectations?” “...Eh, wasn’t impressed.” Sterling shook his head. Silas’s face immediately fell in shock. "What?!" Silas gaped. "Not im-not impressed?! But-but his power-!" "Powerful in its’ own right, but the stallion himself wasn’t to my liking.” Sterling said bluntly, “He didn’t make the cut. And I cannot help but be disappointed, after all the hype you made for him.” "B-but, you..." Silas spluttered. “I’m afraid this isn’t going to work out.” Sterling stood up, and turn to leave, “I wish you and your ‘Order’ luck with re-obtaining that spellbook, and that you don’t shoot yourself in the hoof.” “Wait!” Silas yelled desperately. Sterling stopped immediately, “I… I know of another Nightcrawler! One who could be far more useful to you!” “Oh, really?" Sterling scoffed, “Funny that you mention this now…” “Just hear me out!” Silas insisted, still panicky, “He’s another Thestral who goes by the name of Echo Alchemy. A real bookworm if I ever saw one. In fact, he’s an expert when it comes to dark magic.” "Is that so?” Sterling mused, “And what exactly makes him a Nightcrawler?” “Well… you are familiar with the Saddle Rager?” Silas questioned. "Yes, I read some Power Pony comics when I was a colt.” Sterling frowned. "Then there you go.” Silas gave a nervous smile, “Echo has the dark magic of ‘Berserker’. If he gets super angry, like hurting himself changing a carriage wheel, he will turn into a ferocious beast.” “I see… and how exactly do you know all this?” Sterling asked. “It’s a long story.” Silas sighed, “He was our head researcher a while back. He was out to ‘redeem’ dark magic in the face of society, and sought our help in doing so. Unfortunately, there was this… incident that forced us to part ways. But we kept tabs on him. In fact, he was moved to the Crystal Empire from here not so long ago.” “Moved? What, is he a prisoner or something?” Sterling raised a brow. “Again, long story.” Silas cringed, “But surely Echo will suffice, right? If his powers are not to your liking, you might get some use out of his extensive knowledge?” “Hmm, not the most preferable power...” Sterling mused. “B-but…” Silas stammered, his facade slipping once more. “However, if what you say is true, then Echo’s brain will surely go along with that brawn in creating a suitable Maelstrom.” Sterling gave a smile. "So, does this mean our alliance will be cemented?" Silas asked instantly. "I'll put in a good word for you." Sterling nodded. "Like I said, our resources are stretched a little thin, but I'm sure they'll be able to provide some funding for you and your pals, and give you guys whatever you need to achieve your plans." "Thank you, Mr Cross." Silas said, relieved. "I am eternally grateful, and I look forward to us working together." "I'm sure you do." Sterling smiled, as he departed the bar. As Sterling walked through the streets of Canterlot, he allowed himself a private chuckle. Little did Silas know that he was just played... Two nights ago... Sterling and Synchro had sat down on the nearby bench, discussing matters. "I promise, you won't regret this, Synchro." Sterling pledged. "With you onboard, this project's really gonna go places." “...So, what do you intend to do regarding finding your Nightcrawler?” Synchro questioned. “Honestly… I'm not sure.” Sterling admitted, “All the Nightcrawlers I found just weren’t what I'm looking for in a potential parent of a powerful Maelstrom. If it’s not their less than stellar dark magic power, it’s their personality and quirks. And since I’m cutting ties with my… ‘associate’, I won’t be able to find any more.” “Hmm, that is a problem.” Synchro pondered, bringing a hoof to his chin, “It seems like I was your last hope, wasn’t I?” “...Yes, thanks for summing that up.” Sterling grunted, “Chances are, I’ll have to settle for one of the candidates I passed over…” Sterling then whispered, “...Black Thorn…” “What? What’s his deal?” Synchro raised a brow in intrigue. “It’s complicated.” Sterling shrugged, “He is very powerful for a Nightcrawler… but there are circumstances that keeps him close to home… and there is just something about him that I don’t think will make him a good father.” "Okay..." Synchro frowned. "But at the moment, he's still the most viable candidate by far." Sterling sighed. "If I don't use him, I'll be right back at square one. But if I do use him, there's a good chance things might go wrong further down the line... I just don't know which is the best choice here" “In that case… I believe I might be able to solve your predicament.” Synchro grinned. “Unless you are friends with some very powerful Nightcrawlers, I highly doubt it.” Sterling huffed. “Oh, I’ll do you one better… I’m related to one.” Synchro announced. “...Wait, seriously?” Sterling turned to face him. “Seriously.” Synchro nodded, “You see, I have a brother… Echo Alchemy. He’s a Nightcrawler,  just like me.” "A brother?" Sterling mused. "Yes." Synchro nodded. "And I believe he could be of use to you. His powers aren’t as refined and focused as other Nightcrawlers… but he is powerful.” “Well, then, why didn’t you say so?” Sterling smirked, “Where can we find him? Does he live nearby?” “Not exactly…” Synchro sighed. “Meaning?” Sterling frowned. “Meaning me and Echo haven’t really spoken for many years.” Synchro revealed. “In fact… as far as he knows, I don’t exist.” “Why is that?” Sterling frowned. “It’s something I'd rather not go into.” Synchro said darkly, “All you need to know is Echo is at the Crystal Empire. And that he’s the Nightcrawler for your project, no doubt about it.” “Hold on… you want your brother involved in my project?” Sterling asked, “I mean, he sounds like a good candidate… but why? Why him?” “You see, Sterling… I have my own plans.” Synchro declared, his eyes narrowing, “You see, the reason those clowns from the stupidly named ‘Order of Darkness’ were able to still find me is because I want them close to me.” “You do?” Sterling gaped. “Yes… surely, Silas told you of his grand master plan? To use Sombra’s spell book to help take over Equestria?” Synchro asked. “Yes, he bragged a bit about it.” Sterling frowned in disdain. “Well, he and the Order are going to be using that spell book in some fantastic ritual. Something about a horn or something.” Synchro revealed, as he turned to Sterling, “I need that ritual to happen, in order for me to realize my goals… but as you also know, those fools lost the book, and are incapable of retrieving it on their own.” “But where does your brother fit into this?” Sterling questioned. “Well, you need somepony for your project, don’t you?” Synchro questioned, “My brother is one of the leading researchers into dark magic. He believes with all his heart that dark magic can be used for the greater good. If somepony like the Order were to try and use that spellbook for their plans of world domination, Echo will stop at nothing to prevent dark magic from being used for evil.” “That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” Sterling frowned. “As it stands, I cannot simply go to him myself.” Synchro sighed, “But I want him there with me when my plan comes to fruition. That is where you come in.” He turned to Sterling, his eyes staring intently into Sterling’s, “I need you to get close to him. Guide him to where he needs to be. The same goes for the Order. We play both my brother and the Order against each other, fulfilling the Order’s grandiose schemes to use the spellbook…” 'I can't believe what I'm hearing.' Sterling thought. 'He's really planning to play his brother like that? Like he's a piece in a game of chess? I'd never treat Gold that way...' “...Is there something wrong?” Synchro glared, noting Sterling's sudden silence. “Well… if we are to do this… playing your brother and the Order against each other, I mean… I don’t know if Echo or Silas would be happy being pawns in our schemes.” Sterling admitted. "I know it sounds a little... Unseemly." Synchro admitted. "But what I plan to do is for the best. I'm only manipulating Echo for both him and myself. Because it'll make life better for both of us. rust me, the end results will more than justify the means." "And you're certain of that?" Sterling asked, still unsure. "Definitely." Synchro nodded. "Trust me, when all's said and done, Echo will be an even more viable candidate for your project. He will provide you with the perfect Maelstrom. I guarantee it." "That does sound good..." Sterling mused. “As for Silas…” Synchro let out a snide chuckle, “He may appear to be a criminal mastermind… but in reality… he’s a buckin’ buffoon. If he and his so called Order couldn’t get back a spellbook, do you really think their master plan will actually work without our help?” “...Hmm, that is a fair point.” Sterling admitted with a chuckle of his own, “The moment I saw Silas, I could tell what a complete tool he was.” “Exactly.” Synchro declared. “Trust me, Silas and the Order would only hold these ‘Forefathers’ back. But by helping them with their plan, I will finally be able to attain the means to complete my mission in life… what do you say?” "Well..." Sterling mumbled. He was still uncomfortable with the thought of manipulating so many to achieve their goal. "It seems more than a little risky, ya gotta admit. If things go wrong.." “Sterling… if you help me with my goal…. I swear, I’ll do everything with in my power to realize your goal in your ‘Project: Maelstrom’.” Synchro promised, “I will help you create the army of the most powerful Maelstroms the world will ever know, all to serve you and the one you call ‘Father’, to ensure a world where the strong rule, as it meant to be… now… are you in?” Sterling took a moment to think it over. He was still a little uneasy, but it seemed like he was finally going to achieve his goals, and he couldn't pass up that chance. "...I'm in." He nodded. "Excellent." Synchro grinned, shaking Sterling's hoof. Currently... Sterling had returned to the Infinity, and informed Father of the developments. "So you finally have a viable specimen?" Father asked. "That's right, sir." Sterling nodded. "From what I've heard, this Echo Alchemy is just what I've been looking for." "Black Thorn will be disappointed to hear that." Father admitted. "But I suppose it can't be helped. This is your project after all, and your call." "Thank you, sir." Sterling nodded. "And I guess this means we should be lending some funds and resources to Silas's little order." "Indeed." Father nodded. "Let us hope they don't prove to be too troublesome." "My thoughts exactly." Sterling grinned, resisting the urge to chuckle. The next morning, Sterling was once more approached by Scalphunter. "There you are, Sterling." Scalphunter declared. "Any updates?" "Well, I finally finished reading up on your project." Sterling revealed. "Terrific." Scalphunter smirked. "So, whattaya think?" "I think it's worthless." Sterling replied. “I knew you would get behind-” Scalphunter stopped, before gaping in shock. “Wait, what did you say?” "You heard me." Sterling declared. "Injecting an artificial Tenebros gene into normal ponies, trying to create manufactured Nightcrawlers? That's not only sick, it'll never work!" “But it does work!” Scalphunter insisted, “Sure, there have been a few slip-ups..." "I wouldn't call a dozen dead test subjects 'a few slip-ups." Sterling scowled. "Whatever you've been injecting them with, it’s been killing them more often than empowering them… and I'd rather not associate myself with a project with that high of a body count." “But that’s not even the meat of my idea!” Scalphunter protested, “And one subject did survive! I can show you! I-” “Just stop, Scalphunter…” Sterling held up his hoof, “Have you ever heard of Earth Ponies trying to grow a horn? A Unicorn growing wings? A Pegasus trying to become a Thestral?” “...Um, no.” Scalphunter frowned, a bit confused by the question, “...Is that a thing?” “No, because it's insane and immoral!” Sterling snarled, “And that’s what this project is! We cannot force ponies to become something they’re not. It’s unconscionable!” “...Oh, I see what this is about.” Scalphunter scowled, “I break one of your stupid little rules, just once, and suddenly, nothing I do is good enough for you anymore!" “It goes beyond that, Scalphunter.” Sterling glared, “At first, I thought you were just a lowlife thug with more weapons than marbles. But now I see that you are a psychopath. A sicko that actually gets off on killing ponies. And honestly, I've had enough of you.” “You had enough of me?” Scalphunter repeated, as he then roared. “YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH OF ME? NO, I HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!” Sterling silently glared at the fuming psychopath. “I've been bending over backwards to help you with your Faust damn project!” Scalphunter spat. “You realize how hard it was for me to fetch all those freaks under all those conditions?!” He then spoke in a mock whine. “No killing them, Scalphunter! No forcing them, Scalphunter! Do as I say, Scalphunter!” His voice reverted to normal. “And for what?! For you to turn everypony I bring down! Because you had to be a picky-ass piece of crap! Well, no more! Good luck trying to find any more Nightcrawlers!” “Actually, I don’t need it.” Sterling smirked, “I actually have a Nightcrawler now. And he is perfect for the project.” “...What? You can’t be serious. You found one without me?” Scalphunter gaped, before snarling, “Who is it?!” “I’m afraid that’s confidential.” Sterling sneered, “This is where we part ways. It wasn’t nice working with you, Scalphunter. Good-bye.” "Why you lousy..." Scalphunter seethed as Sterling turned and walked off. "Don't you walk away from-" Scalphunter grabbed Sterling, but Sterling grabbed him back with his enhanced hoof, twisting Scalphunter's leg back. “Agh!” Scalphunter screeched. "Didn't I make myself clear?" Sterling growled. "I said, we're done. Now beat it... before I beat you." "Okay, okay!" Scalphunter yelped, causing Sterling to release him. "You're gonna regret this someday, Sterling." He snarled as he walked away. "I will see my project work. And then you'll see who was right. You'll see..." "Whatever." Sterling spat. With that ugly business over and done with, Sterling spent some time at the gym, mostly focusing on the punching bag and treadmill. After finishing his workout, he returned to his quarters. "Rrrf!" Ward barked, pleased to see him. "Hey, buddy." Sterling patted him on the head. "How's your day been?" "Arf!" Ward yapped. "Good to hear." Sterling grinned. Just then, there was a buzzing sound, as Sterling's mirror was receiving a call. "Who could that be?" Sterling frowned. Sterling activated the mirror, seeing Nightshade's face on the other side. “Uh…” Sterling paused. "Cross!" He roared in Black Thorn's voice. "We need to talk!" “Oh… Black Thorn.” Sterling cringed, “What’s up?” ”Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, you fool!” Black Thorn snarled, ”I just received word from Father that you have chosen another pony for your project! Some no-name filthy batpony named ‘Echo’!” “That's true, I did.” Sterling admitted calmly. ”Well, I demand an explanation!” Black Thorn yelled. ”I was under the impression that I would be the pony for your project! I am an Umbrum! My dark magic should trump all other Nightcrawlers! How could you choose this Echo over me?!” "Well, no offense, your highness, but Echo doesn't have the flaw of only coming out at night." Sterling said fairly. "Besides, considering you're inhabiting the body of the ruler of Haygypt, you're not exactly Mr. low-profile. You can't just up and leave the place for long stretches of time without drawing attention to yourself. If you were to leave to say, copopulate with the mare of my choice, it would raise too many questions." "So, what you are saying is that you wasted my time with all this nonsense." Black Thorn growled. "Gave me the prospect of fathering a possible heir, only to snatch it away." "I never said it was a sure thing." Sterling pointed out. "I just said I'd consider you as a viable candidate." "You and the other Forefathers have failed to deliver on all of your promises!" Black Thorn spat. "When I agreed to join you, I was promised a means to free myself from Nightshade, and so far? Nothing! If this keeps up, I shall have to take matters into my own hooves..." “Well, Black Thorn, you are welcome to come over here and kick my ass.” Sterling snorted, “But I doubt you'll make it five miles out Cairode before the Prince wakes up and wonder why he’s not in his bed.” ”You think you can talk to me that way?!” Black Thorn seethed, ”Nopony crosses Black Thorn and gets away with it!” "Maybe I'd be more worried if you had a little extra time on your hooves." Sterling shot back. "But it seems your schedule's a little tight, and will be for the foreseeable future..." Before Black Thorn would rebut, Sterling shut off his mirror. “Typical. I'm not even working with Scalphunter anymore, and the things he introduced me to are still hounding me..." Sterling groaned. Ward whined lightly as he tilted his head. "No offense, buddy." Sterling chuckled. A few days later, Sterling met with Synchro for further discussion of their plans. He had arranged for some agents to come and pick him up and bring them to Infinity. "Nice place." Synchro noted as Sterling showed him around. "Very retro." "Yeah, it's a little drafty sometimes, but the place has some real character." Sterling shrugged. After a quick tour, Sterling led Synchro to one of the private conference rooms, where they could discuss matters without interruption. “Okay, let’s get down to business.” Sterling urged, as he sat in one of chairs by the conference table. “What do we have to do first?” “Well, as of now, Sombra’s spellbook is under lock and key at the Crystal Empire.” Synchro declared, “But it isn’t going to be much use if it's missing the pages that were torn out of it. We need to secure those pages first.” “And where are these pages?” Sterling asked. “There’s a repository just outside the Crystal Empire. They call it ‘The Archive’. The ten pages, along with all sorts of dark magic secrets, are hidden in there. If you are going to get those pages, you’ll need to infiltrate it and blend in with the historians that watches over the place.” “And what about your brother?" Sterling asked. “Don’t you worry about him.” Synchro smirked, “He won’t be going anywhere anytime soon… Not as long as that prejudiced Prince has his way...” Present day… Sterling was so exhausted by the day's events that he barely acknowledged anypony he crossed paths with as he reached the town, making his way inside the tavern like a robot. "Hey, Suds." He said wearily. "Same as usual." "Comin' right up." Suds nodded. Once Suds brought him his drinks, Sterling quickly downed it and asked for another. As he enjoyed his second drink at a slower pace, he reflected on the day's events. 'So much for this place being a quiet little pocket of Equestria...' He thought. 'Not to mention another member of my "past mistakes" gallery just showed up in my head today. Ah, Synchro. It just had to be you, didn't it? You were one of my biggest mistakes...' “Looks like you've had a rough day." “Oh, you have no id-...” Sterling’s eyes darted open. He recognized that voice… ’No… no, no, no… it can’t be… it can’t be!’ Sterling panicked, knowing the voice to belong to somepony else he hadn’t seen in a long time. He turned to see Epoch sitting on the other side of the bar. "Hello, Sterling." Epoch raised his glass. "I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t show..." “You…” Sterling whispered, moments away from running. Where to, he did not know. “Let us take a seat at a table, Sterling.” Epoch stood up, gesturing to the table in the middle of the tavern. “...We have much to talk about."