//------------------------------// // -125- // Story: Coarse Diamonds // by Darkonshadows //------------------------------// It kind of bothered Rarity a bit, she was expecting another attack and yet none came as they were doing business with many people from Caravel Boutique with a small squad of Dik-Diks and Officer Del’Drit protecting them while they worked. Nothing bad was happening to her and her friends as they created clothing, which meant that Chrysalis was probably drawing a lot of the attention of those after her completely way off course. “You know I can’t help but think that Chrysalis is having fun, whatever it is she’s doing with Grahd that’s taking so long for them to show up.” Even as she spoke, Opal was busy looking up what exactly a Parascine would do with the socks they were buying on her knew wrist mounted data pad. It was making her mom a bit twitchy to keep selling various forms of colorful socks to the jellyfish aliens in bulk. When Opal eventually came upon an answer, her face turned both a bit red and green like the colors used during Hearths Warming. “They do what with those socks!” “Opal… I told you that you really didn’t want to know.” Rarity snorted at her daughter’s unfathomable curiosity, she didn’t like making socks for Parascine. Which is why whenever they saw a Parascine coming towards their business now, they all let Coco deal with it. “Now that you probably have found out about it, what do you have to say?” “I’m sorry mom, I really didn’t need to know that and now I can’t not see it.” Opal watched as her mother stopped in the middle of working on a female Dik-Diks dress and came over to give Opal snuggling hug. “Thanks mom, but that doesn’t help the fact that the information is burned into my eyeballs.” Rarity quickly returned to work after that and Opal decided to make a call to the Shining Jewel that they were going to return within an hour or two without the Trapeze Troupe. The troupe apparently had other business to attend to and if The Shining Jewel planned to leave the sector, then Opal or Rarity would need to tell the troupe to get things in order so they could do a pickup. “Sorry about that, my daughter was a little too curious about something that she should have left alone for her own good.” Things had been quite pleasant since Rarity let Chrysalis disguise herself as her. Nothing had happened since they got back to the ship, no attempts on her life at any rate. “It’s okay, so what would you suggest as an accent to the dress?” This Dik-Dik was apparently interested in fashion design, despite the fact that she comes from a militaristic species and has already went through her conscription phase. She was still quite pleasant to talk to and Rarity didn’t doubt for a second that this Dik-Dik wasn’t meek when a fight broke out. “Well the blue really does look good on you dear, so how about something a little more contrasting? I’m thinking a shade of red or maybe some purple.” Yes, things were quiet in the stations hangar as the current crew of the Caravel Boutique did their jobs in handling customers. Still though, Rarity was quite worried about Grahd. Nobody should be stuck alone with Chrysalis for too long. “Something of a highlight that pops out and attracts the eyes of others.” Sassy was currently working with a Macropussian and despite said customer being male, she was being completely congenial about it. Coco had a line of Parascine asking for various colorful socks and Rarity was glad that she didn’t have to deal with them. “I do like red, but I’d prefer the purple… maybe a lighter shade like periwinkle?” The customer was quite knowledgeable and that sounded just splendid, this was quite calming for Rarity and thankfully she was enjoying the company of someone who knew exactly what they wanted. With her eyes for detail, Rarity could get the right shade of periwinkle on the blue dress to make it look quite magnificent. - So’Grahd wished the day would be over with, three assassination attempts on one of her charges and now she was saddled with a foreign dignitary that was some kind of psycho that was allowed to run a kingdom. It was hard enough to imagine Rarity accepting someone like Chrysalis into her crew, but to actually watch her in action was frightening. “I’ll talk, I’ll talk, just don’t… agghhhhh!” That was the sound of someone being tortured by Chrysalis, Grahd tried to drown out the screams by clamping her cloven hooves down on the cybernetics covering her ears. She really didn’t want to watch what Chrysalis was doing with the protein powder, a pack of gum and a paperclip. It was horrific enough knowing that those items could be used like that. Grahd thought that ponies had it easy on their home world, then she met one the beings they were blockading from leaving the planet and she could kind of understand why they were being blockaded from being let loose. Ponies had somehow managed to keep settlements going even with various dangerous carnivorous creatures like hydras living around them. Despite how they acted ponies were definitely not push overs now that she looked at the facts of what they had to deal with. They were just a little more pacifistic for powerhouses than most species and there are legends about the EDF fleets being really good at their jobs, so they had solid space capabilities. She didn’t know how normal Changelings acted, but she just had to ask for the sake of needing to know. “Are all Changeling Queens crazy and how do their people compare Rarity?” Grahd said without looking around the tree having turned a bit green from already having seen it once. It was the example that Chrysalis was making of one the men of the hit squad that shot down their vehicle. “Some are crazier darling, but it’s intentional that the queens of a hive be at least a little insane compared to their people who are a bunch of milquetoast idiots that they all care for Miss Grahd.” It was still disturbing to hear Chrysalis talk about herself as if she wasn’t here in Rarity’s voice, she was acting like a more volatile version of Rarity and for some reason the mercenaries couldn’t tell the difference between her and the actual Rarity with that cloak on. If they had met the real Rarity first, then they’d probably know something was horribly off about the fake unicorn. “It is how they handle the stress of having a hive mind and I will admit that Chrysalis is quite up there, but she’s still quite a dear friend of ours.” They were still waiting for pickup and had already dealt with anyone who willingly came into Selengard’s botanical sector after them. The Changeling was making sure one of the thugs regretted it entirely, it was just surprising that neither of them had killed anyone yet. Not even with Chrysalis’s horribly violent and hard to watch interrogation techniques. They had taken down fifteen heavily armed mercenaries together, her shield was down to a quarter of its maximum power from tanking explosives, high energy blasts and quite a few material rounds. She was also running out of regular ammunition and didn’t want to start using her soporific ammunition exclusively as it was more expensive to make. The fighting had been short lived and Grahd came away with barely any more than multiple grazing wounds thanks to her shield deflecting every projectile and explosive that hit it. The explosives knocked her on her back a few times, but the shield took the brunt of those impacts. She needed to get it fixed soon as it was denting quite badly and would be hard to fold up otherwise. Chrysalis had taken down at least eight of the thugs with an energy pistol. What was scary was that she did it without even firing the pistol once, she just snuck up on them one at a time clubbed them all into unconsciousness while Grahd was busy taking down the other seven in a drawn out fire fight that damaged quite a few trees that were used for cover. It was like the Changeling Queen was trying to challenge herself by making the fight harder. They could both say that the cloak Rarity and her two friends made was working perfectly at hiding something being off about Chrysalis’s rather inaccurate and pregnant looking transformation. Grahd was going to have nightmares about the last twenty four hours for a while and Chrysalis was going to take up two thirds of them. Never had Grahd met a foreign dignitary that was quite as horrific or efficient at torturing someone as Queen Chrysalis was. To be fair to Queen Chrysalis’s species, they were not lethal predators. Not that being non-lethal predators was any better when the prey would continue living to be fed upon for the rest of their natural lives, she’s heard some things about Equestrian criminals ending up in Changeling hives and wondered if it was true. “Okay, now you will talk darling, give me every juicy detail… now who hired you to kill me hmmm?” That sounded creepy coming from Rarity’s voice. “It was a Dik-Dik named Dett, her name was Dett. I didn’t get a clan name!” The poor battle hardened mercenary squealed and now Chrysalis had another name in a series of things she needed to look into. “I don’t care if she kills me anymore, she was with some Earth Pony. I never got her name I swear… Just… please... stop…” “I think you’ve done enough to the poor guy Rarity.” Hearing that name caused So’Grahd to narrow her eyes as she’s definitely heard it before. Thankfully Chrysalis was the only Changeling on the station, a Changeling couldn’t pass a biological scanner without being discovered and it was a good thing that none of the mercenaries had a handheld or long distance version of one. The jig would have been up if they had something that could see through Chrysalis’s disguise. “Oh come on, I might be bit cruel and unusual, but I’m sure this guy could still go another three rounds.” That induced even a louder whimpering from the Macropussian mercenary that Chrysalis was likely standing over. “Tell me about this Earth Pony, what did she look like?” “S-She never s-spoke out loud and let Dett do all the talking, b-but she had purple hair and pink fur… she also had a cutie mark of three buttons and orange eyes.” There was sobbing filling the air as the stuttering voice didn’t sound like he could handle much more of what was being done to him at all, despite Chrysalis’s words implying that he could survive another three rounds of her torture easily enough. She was a licensed EMT, so she would definitely know if she was torturing him too hard. If Grahd ever needed an expert in torture and interrogation she’d look for a Changeling Queen, probably not one whose true name was Crystal Clear Dick. Grahd really didn’t need to know what Chrysalis was doing to make a battle hardened Macropussian cry. She was keeping watch of the fourteen other out cold and cuffed thugs, only one had managed to wake up and as such he was Chrysalis’s target to interrogate. The box of hand, claw and hoof cuffs in the trunk of the crashed police vehicle were all currently in use. The whole front end and the underside of the vehicle would need to be repaired before it could be returned to service, but So’Grahd had at least kept it mostly intact and her paycheck was thankfully safe thanks to that. Chrysalis had also walked away from the skidding mess of a vehicle without nary a scratch to show for it, the way she acted with Rarity and her friends made it seem like she was a harmless idiot. Only Grahd knew better now that she learned that Chrysalis had been the most dangerous being of the group, at least next to Sassy of whom the queen was attempting to court quite poorly. There was a grunt noise and Chrysalis just dragged the cuffed kangaroo right on by So’Grahd, the kangaroo looked like he’d been put through a wringer and Chrysalis had not gone easy on him. He looked blankly at So’Grahd and seemed to be missing a lot of his rough demeanor after Chrysalis was finished with him. “Can I use another one please? This one’s broken.” The fake Rarity asked in a pleasant and not at all threatening voice that made So’Grahd’s fur and even the skin underneath crawl. A pink furred, purple haired Earth Pony huh? It sounded like the missing purple haired and pink furred unicorn. There was something there that added up, but to what? “What… I need to corroborate the story to make sure I got some good information from him, otherwise I’d have to torture him again to make sure.” The Macropussian started crying and hoped that nobody was dumb enough to lie to this monster. He didn’t want to go on that ride again mommy. “Sure, but try not to make it so loud please.” As uneasy as she was about torture, Grahd knew that Chrysalis could get away with it using her diplomatic immunity. “When pick up eventually arrives, you’re going need to stop immediately. Can’t you use a silencing spell or something?” They could expel Chrysalis from the station, but they couldn’t do much more to the mare as she was the ruler of her people back home, nothing would happen to her if they tried to leave it up to the Changeling government or even Equestrian government. Her diplomatic immunity in this situation could only be revoked by Celestia, Cadence or Luna, those three probably let Chrysalis torture prisoners for information if she was absolutely needed. “They are certainly taking their dear sweet time, I can use that to pump more information out of these nimrods.” Chrysalis grabbed the one, and only one at that, rare Cacceran mercenary among this bunch and started to drag him off. Caccerans weren’t exactly known for their mercenary work and the rabbit like Cacceran was in for a rude awakening. - “So we’ll be coming back to The Shining Jewel and leaving Trapeze’s Troupe here on the station, we’re just waiting on Chrysalis to finish… whatever is taking her and Officer Grahd so long to show up. I doubt anything would give Chrysalis a lot of trouble, but mom and I are worried about Officer Grahd being left alone with her.” Keeping the crew up to date was one of Opal’s easier jobs. “They definitely ran into trouble meant to be targeting mom.” “Do you have any news on how Tree Hugger is doing? I was thinking that maybe we could send her a fruit basket for saving the Boss Lady’s life.” Asked Greta in the middle of a meal in the cafeteria. “Gilda is quite broken up about it.” “I am not worried about her Greta, she’ll be fine like she always is!” Despite what was said, Gilda didn’t sound the very least bit broken up in the slightest to hear that Tree was hospitalized. She was in the hangar on the party line Opal had running through the ship at the moment checking up on their resources. “Okay, so maybe Gilda isn’t too broken up about it, but I can tell she still cares.” It would be nice for Greta to get some free time to visit Tree when she was better. Sure Tree was a little out there, but she was friendly as all get out and had always been there for her and Gilda. “I would say ‘screw you Greta’.” Came Gilda’s prompt verbal reply which continued on with a grating grumpiness. “But that would be giving you an open invitation.” “Can you two not fight over the ships communications please? I swear you act like a married couple sometimes and you’re not even dating or doing anything like that.” Came Saffron’s upset voice and it seemed to have shut Gilda up completely because she didn’t respond within the next thirty seconds of silence. “I swear, we need more entertainment around here aside from listening Greta and Gilda flirt with one another in an aggravating manner. Normally that would be Trapeze's job if she wasn't currently occupied with her performances.” “It’s not flirting, it is just stern words with my highly gay business partner in a completely platonic relationship.” Yep, Gilda was definitely running on full grouch right now. “That’s my own business while I’m in the hangar thank you very much. Anyway we’re ready for you guys to come on back, though the hangar still reeks of blood a bit. It’s actually kind of nice… I think I’ll keep it instead of trying to wipe it away entirely, take care until then okay Kitten?” “Thanks for letting me know the hangars been cleaned up Aunt Gilda, we’ll be with you to prepare for a sleep cycle in the next hour or two as we’re all getting pretty tired over here with the constant threat of Rarity’s death and the building paranoia therein.” It had been at least ten hours for the crew that went to Selengard Station and Opal was sounding slightly relieved it was almost over. It seemed like there was something in the works exclusively targeting Rarity of all ponies and they didn’t want to be on the station longer than they had to be. “Oh and if you have those energy shields tested and ready for personal use, then mom is definitely going to need one on her at all times when she goes down to the planet. Otherwise the only other bit of news I have is that Coco got a prediction from Tree saying she’ll likely kill someone.” “Seriously… holy flap, I owe the masseuse a lot of bits!” There was a pause as Gilda thought of something. “Wait no… the Boss Lady hasn’t been accused of being a crime boss yet has she?” - “What… no of course not, why would mom be accused of being a crime boss? That’s just plain silly.” Opal was exceptionally offended that someone might even call her mother an organized crime master, especially when most of the attempted crimes were being organized to kill her as of late. “Anything else… no? Good, we will be seeing you soon barring any more incidents. Business has been really good for us and I think I’m needed to help with some of it. So if you’ll excuse me... Opal K. Belle out.” With that Opal cut the ship wide connection and got up shakily onto her four limbs and made her way to talk to the waiting Parascine customers that Coco has been dealing with, since Rarity didn’t want a single thing to do with any of them. At least Opal could say Coco was beginning to get really good at making Hearths Warming themed socks with the beloved kaleidoscope aesthetics the Parascine always asked for. They weren’t denying any of gathering Parascine as they were some of Rarity’s Rarities best, if most unusual, customers and they tended to give a lot of good reviews about the comfortable socks Rarity’s Rarities made. Though now Opal could never look at socks or Parascine the same way as she once did before when Rarity complained about them previously, especially not without feeling both embarrassed and a little big green in the face. The Dik-Diks were alright with fashion and were not exactly the biggest fans of the industry, but the ones that came to Rarity were quite appreciative of her work and were the most numerous of the incoming customers. Given that the system bordered Dik-Dik controlled space it was to be expected. The Macropussians who came to them for cheap and reliable clothing weren’t a problem to deal with, though a lot of custom fits had to be done for Macropussians wanting pants or skirts. Rarity and Sassy were dealing with both quite readily. Caccerans were sporadic customers at the best of times, but more feminine and fox like Caccerans tended to enjoy what Rarity made for them. Even a few male cat styled Caccerans came in for snazzy looking suits and Rarity was certainly not losing her touch at creating clothing for both genders. The rare pony or two around here who showed up couldn’t find anything bad to say about the business or their lovable physically existing mascot, one of them even asked if Rarity was here for the fashion contest. They were answered calmly and sent on their way with their freshly bought and made Rarity’s Rarities merchandise. Quite a number of incoming customers wanted an EVA suit with various utilities installed, which is why Opal immediately labeled them ‘while supplies last’ on their local site. They were selling like pancakes, both hot and fast. EVA suits wasn’t what Rarity really wanted to be known for, it was her talent for making exquisite dresses. A Dik-Dik with light colored fur wearing a beautiful blue dress with purple periwinkle highlights walked off down the ramp blushing at all the attention she was suddenly receiving and slowly she started to actually start selling it. She looked both beautiful and quite pleased with her purchase as she was turning heads as she slowly sauntered away with a bit of a sway in her hips. Another greatly satisfied customer, not a gun or even ugly mug of a thug in sight. It would be another hour before they closed up shop and for Chrysalis to arrive with a bedraggled looking So’Grahd. - “Never leave me alone with her again if you ever come back. In fact, try to keep her as far away from me as you can.” Was all So’Grahd had to say to them before she turned around and promptly left to stand with Officer Drit. They were waiting for Rarity’s small cargo freighter to leave the station and it did so safely without incident. It did so with a wildly grinning Chrysalis onboard, it’s been quite a while since the changeling Queen has been allowed to torture someone that hard. She really had to thank Sassy for giving her the verbal go ahead to do all that and she was happy to know she wasn’t overstepping the stupidly careful boundaries that Celestia, Luna and Cadence had set for her. Now Chrysalis needed more random implements to torture someone with, she’d used up all the protein powder, she was also out of bubble gum and their wrappers. She had gotten through five more of the fifteen guys before they were picked up and they definitely corroborated the story the first guy told her, all just to make her stop. - “Okay, so we got some information out of those thugs. It’s looking more and more like a silent mare with purple hair and a pink coat might be behind the attempted murders on Rarity, it’s an Earth Pony if you can believe it with three buttons for a cutie mark.” Now that Rarity’s ship was leaving, So’Grahd could finally get back to business of being an officer of the law. To start off with, she had to deliver the news to the gray mare that was till following Officer Drit around. “One that obviously has quite some pull with rather dangerous criminal ties, she shares a frighteningly similar description with that of your daughter Amethyst Star Ms. Hooves. I believe this unknown Earth Pony might have framed your daughter for several various criminal activities, possibly while wearing a false horn and hiding her cutie mark. My best guess is she’s trying to use Amethyst Star as a scapegoat.” “Sounds like a good theory as any if Amethyst Star is truly innocent of any crime.” Officer Drit muttered quietly to himself. “I assure you that we’ll definitely be looking into it much further and we will find your lost daughter Ms. Hooves, this is why your daughter is being hunted down while there are no criminal records on file.” Despite how upsetting it may be, Grahd continued on while putting a hoof over Derpy’s back as a sign of comfort. “The two described by the thugs probably want her dead on top of Rarity being killed as a goal to whatever plot they’ve got going on.” Derpy stayed quiet and was quite upset about this turn of events, she reached into her bags and patted at the box of muffins with a hoof and the opened and pulled one free from it. She really needed a muffin quite badly right now. “Did you get anything else from those thugs that shot you down Officer Grahd?” Protection detail on the Caravel Boutique went off without a single hitch for Officer Drit and the others he called in that he knew personally. It was getting rather difficult to know who to trust around here recently. “That’s how I know the earth pony has obvious criminal ties, the one that talked to the mercenaries was a Dik-Dik named Dett.” As soon as So’Grahd said that, Drit jumped and jerked around to give her a rather sharp stare. Derpy continued to watch them both as they were beginning to completely ignore her presence, she simply nibbled at a muffin while quietly following them. She just hoped her adoptive daughter was okay and wasn’t involved in anything dangerous and was just laying low like a game of hide and seek with dangerous consequences. “Dett the Destructive, seriously?! Well freaking shrike, no wonder all those Jor clan cyborgs with brain implants were acting up like they did.” Officer Drit rubbed at his broken horn, he looked to be having horrible flashbacks to something that happened. “That technological terrorist must have been the one that freed that AI. The other clans told the Jors to get rid of it and now they’re down a hundred and forty or so members. At least we have confirmation that the AI is finally dead due to a lucky one shot Anti-AI virus being in the Shining Jewel’s systems at the time. Were you told about that?” “Yeah, Opal informed me that they picked that up in a space pirate attack around Applin Five in the Applon System and all the information checked out.” If there was a name So’Grahd never thought she’d hear about in her neck of the woods, it was Dett the Destructive, the Dangerous, the Demented, the Disaster, the Defiler or the Destroyer. Grahd had never been near Dett at all or was ever involved in anything related to her, but Officer Drit was one of the few lucky ones to survive that deadly Dik-Dik. While Grahd didn’t know much about Dett personally, she knew that Dett was a clan killer and was kicked out of belonging to any clan once she was discovered to be violently dismembering, murdering and experimenting on other Dik-Diks of her own clan. There was a cap on how far cybernetics could go with dangerous Dik-Diks like her in mind. “What’s worse is we never heard anything about her breaking free from her prison… unless nobody knows that she has. I remember all the stuff that she managed to do last time.” Closing his eyes and shivering violently, Drit was looking pretty pale. He eventually opened his eyes and pulled out his data pad, he need to send out an APB that ‘Dett the Destructive’ was on the loose. Hopefully one of their scout ships could get out of the system with that information intact to start warning everyone. “We seriously need to be on our guard here. That is most definitely not a name you want to hear as being on the same space station as you!” “What did this Dett do that was so bad?” The question that Derpy asked caused them both to pause and remember that she was still with them because she didn’t have a minder. “What didn’t she do is easier to answer, but if you must know she’s a highly intelligent lunatic. She somehow has avoided straight out execution on sight orders and even somehow avoided execution even after she was caught. Many Dik-Diks are convinced that she did something that prevented the clan leaders from just killing her outright as soon as we got a hold of her and I don’t think anyone would have grieved over her dying.” It sounded like Drit’s bitter words had some history to them. “The quieter she is, the more disastrous her plans are. Some would claim she’s a technopath, we’re all thankful that she isn’t unless she’s recently figured something out by now through using cybernetics. She’s a high end hacker and a cybernetics expert, which is a bad combination with her being a lunatic.” “Judging by how you’re acting and from what I remember, you’ve actually seen her personally.” Yeah, this was bad news for Officer So’Grahd getting a break any time soon, she needed some of that imported caffeine juice from Equus. Grahd didn’t want to worry Rarity or her group unnecessarily, but it looked like Dett was already moving to achieve something and that something involved targeting Rarity with unusually excessive amounts of force. There was evidence pointing to Dett being responsible for targeting Rarity, but the reason why still eluded her as Rarity seemed completely unimportant to anything going on in this sector of space. “She had me strapped down and was going to cut my head open to forcefully insert cybernetic implants into me whether I wanted them or not. I think she was planning replacing large portions of my body with machinery, thankfully some of my friends managed to save me before she got anywhere.” Drit rubbed at his broken horn in remembrance of the near miss with the psychopath. “Most of me anyway… that blood covered saw she was going to use only took one of my horns off instead of my head. I watched her mutilate one of her own clan members before she came over to me still covered in chunks of their intestines with a smile that I’ll never forget. I wanted to put a shot through her eyes immediately after we caught her, but apparently it was decided that she just be permanently imprisoned under mysterious circumstances that led to an outcry against the clan leaders.” “She doesn’t sound like a very nice person.” For some reason Derpy felt like that was an understatement after what she just heard. - “I sometimes worry if I’m actually cut out to be a princess really.” It had been a long time coming, but Twilight had eventually got to the crux of her problem with Thorax. “Well you’re not doing too bad a job at the moment… not that my brother Pharynx is exactly helping me with mine and he’s an ardent fan of Chrysalis’s method of getting things done.” As Chrysalis’s acting regent, Thorax had no idea how much work Chrysalis did even while she was traveling for a whole year. He didn’t understand how Chrysalis could keep up with it all by herself. She seemed so bored most of the time, considering she was miles ahead on her paperwork it made sense that she was bored as she had nothing better to do then pester Celestia, Cadence or Luna. “I know many ponies didn’t like Chrysalis, but she was quite amazing at cutting through red tape and as for me… it’s becoming a bit of a knotted mess.” “I could do it for you, I’m quite organized and all I seem to be doing these days is smiling and waving at ponies anyway. It’s like Celestia is worried someone is out to get me and she’s being too protective of me. Why can’t I pull my own weight and do some of the work?” After a moment to think about what she was asking Twilight finally admitted. “I do like that Celestia is quite protective of me... and how her fur feels… and the smell of her mane when she finally crawls into bed after a hard day of bureau-crazy. I just feel lazy sitting around watching her burn herself out on all that fake smiling she does day after day, only for her to use me as a cuddle toy to relieve stress.” “Thanks for the offer Twilight, but I have to do this myself as some of it can be a bit sensitive.” Like how he has a Changeling infiltrating Earth to investigate the Tempest Technologies government ties and he knew Celestia didn’t want Twilight to hear some of the darker things happening around her. “Also don’t you mean bureaucracy?” “I spend most of my days with Celestia, I definitely mean bureau-crazy Thorax.” That led Twilight to thinking about someone who was dumb enough to try and legally pass a tax reform where all taxes went straight into Bluebloods bank account. Mind you it wasn’t Prince Blueblood that put the reform up for review in the first place which was doubly insane from Twilight’s point of view. She wondered how anyone thought they could get away with it even if it wasn't them benefitting from it.