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// The Vacation Special Boss Battle! Phoenix Wright Vs. ??? 
// Story: Dan Vs. The Magic of Friendship(Season 1) 
// by Barrobroadcaster 
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New Botany Bay Penal Island
Solar Empire Evacuation Zone- Omega

A trio of Flutterbirds made a break for the horizon. Flying low, the Resistance bombers had a difficult time tracking them, but their regular air forces didn't. Griffons and pegasi flew as fast as they could at them, eager to be the first to bring down the evacuation transports. A few Imperial griffons and pegasi flew alongside them to defend the transports, but the attackers had the advantage.

Some Resistance fliers, mostly agile and vengeful pegasi, made it through the defenders to latch onto the transports. Armed with grenades, guns, sharp sticks and anything else they could use, they tried to jam the Flutterbirds' rotors or exhaust. Twilight Sparkle, the mirror one, watched from down on the ground as the aircrafts shook and bobbed in the air, desperate to shake off the Resistance.

One of them was not successful. Two pegasi and a griffon grabbed one of the pylons the rear rotor was attached to, yanking and twisting it. The flexible pylon gave, disrupting the craft's balance and forcing the pilot to compensate. This let more Resistance ponies grab onto it, swarming more like angry, vicious bees or flying piranha than pegasi. Their combined force dragged the chopper out of formation and down to the jungle canopy, causing it to crash and explode. One Imperial transport destroyed at the cost of fifteen Resistance ponies and griffons. The Imperials would at least have their names remembered.

The other two transports were more fortunate. The lead 'Bird's side door opened. Two unicorns with machine gun phasers unleashed a barrage of bolts at the other Flutterbird. The red beams of light bounced off the armor of the aircraft, but nailed the Resistance ponies. They fell off with only minor damage to the Flutterbird. They would make it.

"Transport Omega-one and Omega-three... we're clear, proceeding to the rendezvous at Crystal Center. Good luck, all."

Twilight watched as the transports became blips. Over two-thirds of their forces had successfully evacuated so far. Far from the massive legions the Empress commanded, but possibly an effective fighting force. If that was even a consideration, now. That was the point, though, to make it possible to fight back. The spark of the Empire would continue on, living to light another day.

This was war. The Solar Empire was not an immediate threat, but was weakened. The Resistance was throwing everything they had at them to remove all possibility of them returning. They were losing much and would also be unsuccessful. In this moment, the evil Empire and the hateful Resistance had passed beyond most concepts of morality. After all the atrocities they had committed, centuries of war and subjugation, forced worship of a tyrant, who would possibly grant them mercy? Who would knowingly try to save them?

"Commander! The castle has fallen!" the pilot yelled. The sand whipped around both the island and cut through it, surrounding the evacuation zone. Three Flutterbirds remained, the last of the transports.

"Hurry! Run!" Twilight shouted. The last of the Solar Empire's soldiers emerged from the treeline. Most of them were injured, almost none had weapons, they limped and trotted and ran towards the Flutterbirds, towards hope.

The last of them, a Terran and a pony supporting a Terran with a broken ankle, reached the aircraft.

"You're with the warehouse unit?"

"Yes, my lord!" Twilight levitated the injured soldier into the craft while the other two saluted. It would take too long to explain them that there was no point saluting any more.

There was someone missing. Specifically, there was somepony missing. "Where is the major?"

"He stayed behind," the pony said, boarding. "We're the last ones, ma'am!"

Twilight looked back to the direction of their camp. Smoke rose from the whole island, twisting upward into sharp mountainous curves that seemed to combine into the blackness above. It was a clear indication that anyone left behind right now would be staying behind.

"Get going!" Twilight yelled.

"Commander?!"

Using her magic, she shut the door. "Go now! That's an order!"

"Aye, ma'am!" The transports' engines flared to life. One by one, they took off and rushed for safety. Within a minute, they were dots in the distance. "Transports Omega-four, five and six are clear. My lord, it's been an honor."

"Thank you..." Twilight said, her last message into her radio. She took off her earpiece, snapped it in half and stomped it with her hoof.

The Resistance would scour the entire island looking for her. She was high up on their list, being the Empress's favored apprentice, even if she was no longer a magical prodigy. Both sides learned early on in the war that ponies could easily impersonate one another if they changed their manes, tails and colors. Even using a decoy wouldn't work. It was something they checked for nowadays and the Resistance would do the same. They would burn the entire island, maybe blow it up. Either way, there was no escaping them.

Still, she was smart. If she was going to go down, she would at least take as many of them down with her as she could. Twilight gathered up what few weapons and armor she could and moved to her little surprise in the back- a tank.

One of their last tanks. Too heavy to take with them; all attachments from the Flutterbirds had been removed so they could carry more troopers. But for now, perfect for her needs. Mirror Twilight climbed aboard, loaded a shell up and waited for the first unlucky group of Resistance soldiers to come her way. Maybe even the ones who had gotten the ponies she cared about.

That was when the attack came from above, not in front of her. A ship, not belonging to either Resistance or Empire, dove down like a hybrid between a hawk and a sledgehammer at Twilight's tank. Coming straight at you, it resembled an odd sort-of face with a rounded 'head,' a long 'nose' and two flat angular 'ears' jutting out of either side. Its engine sounded like an angry, mechanical growl as it descended on Twilight. It unleashed a salvo of fire from its cannons, raining orange laser destruction down on the forest canopy.

Mirror Twilight had time to summon her own shield inside the tank before it exploded. The ship landed nearby, turning upside down and landing on its engines.





Phoenix ran outside as the castle rumbled again. It just then occurred to him that if the sand castle was destroyed, he might lose his only way to get back home.

(Oh boy... well, at least part of the castle is still standing.)

The wing he just ran out of was still mostly intact, even the elevator. Magic Gear ALT didn't seem to notice him, or maybe he wasn't a target. Either way, he could hear the massive robot tear apart the center of the structure, destroying it with its massive hooves. After fighting so many giant pony robots, you'd think he'd be used to it by now. But no, it seemed there were no diminishing returns to the fear at the sight of a giant robot.

Phoenix turned around. It was just now he realized he had no idea where Mirror Twilight was, whether or not she was still alive or really anything else. In hindsight, these were things he should have known beforehand. Then, Magic Gear ALT turned in his direction and her large, red eyes focused on him. His body felt like it had abruptly dropped twenty degrees in temperature.

"Eeeep!"

The Magic Gear registered the lawyer's involuntary eeeep and the fact he was a non-combatant. A Magic Gear's eyes were red during combat operations, unless it was not tactically beneficial. It was same kind of red found in Terminators, HAL 9000s, Cylons and HK assassin droids. Killer robots just liked the color red for their eyes. I guess they figured it was more intimidating to organic lifeforms. It certainly was in Phoenix's case.

The lawyer turned and ran. (BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA! This was a bad idea! Crap, why didn't I make Dan do this with me? Well, at least it's not shooting at me.) A missile exploded behind him, so close he could feel the heat.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!" The fire was plenty incentive for the lawyer to continue his survival sprint. He ran full speed for the treeline, not that it would have made a difference. The targeting system of the Magic Gear could easily discern a frightened lawyer from tropical fascist island palm trees and the jungle itself would not provide much cover.

(Oh crap oh crap oh crap... wait. I'm an anime character. Running away from explosions and monsters should be in my blood.) He was desperate, and with everything else that was happening to them, hoping that an animation/racial stereotype would save his life wasn't the dumbest thing he could've come up with. Possibly close, but stupidity and panic go hand-in-hand.

Phoenix unballed his fists and flattened his hands. He gritted his teeth and straightened his back, all things that do not increase your speed in real life. But Phoenix Wright was a cartoon and an anime character. Physics was too busy watching him be awesome to care. He blazed a trail through the jungle like he was a Japanese Flash, like the Six-Million Dollar Attorney, like Sonic the hedge-phoenix, like- Exeggutor.

"Torrrr!"

"AAHH!" He tripped over the foot of the coconut palm tree Pokemon and tumbled into a roll. He landed in a small clearing to the south.

"Twilight! Twilight Sparkle!" He yelled. He stood up, dusted himself off and recognized he was at a landing strip. There was an aircraft of some kind nearby, but nothing else. He hurried across the tarmac to it, thankful that the Magic Gear didn't seem to be in pursuit.

The craft looked vaguely familiar to him, like he'd seen it somewhere before. It was modular and resembled some kind of rounded clothing iron, barely looked like it was capable of flying. Phoenix walked up the ramp and found buttons on the side. He pressed a green one and the door rose up into the tail of the craft.

The inside of the vessel was even more confusing. There were bed bunks built into the wall. It actually reminded him of one of those capsule hotels he visited. He was invited to the opening of a Gatewater pod hotel and actually went, hoping there would be free food. There was not. The door to the ship closed on its own.

There were amber-colored forcefields shimmering over the beds, blocking them. The vessel felt colder than the outside but smelled like burnt ozone. He had to guess it must've been an Imperial dropship of some kind, or a prison transport.

"Twilight? Hello?" he asked. There was no answer, for which he was partly thankful for. "Hello? Anyone in here?" He climbed up a later and found what looked like the cockpit... except it was facing straight up. It wasn't even easy to stand and there weren't any chairs. What kind of aircraft forced you to stand up at the controls?

He climbed back down again and checked outside. Still no sign of the Magic Gear, though he thought maybe he'd be able to feel her coming before he saw her.

Phoenix fond another set of door buttons near one of the bunks and pressed them. The door slid open.

"OH! Jeez...ohhh..." Chryz, the mirror of Chrys, was frozen solid inside the small cargo space. Her body was encased in a material almost like rock, her hooves held up in an expression of surrender. The changeling queen's face was in mid-shock, as if whatever happened to her had been sudden. Phoenix closed the cargo door, now thinking that maybe he had to try and rescue more than just Twilight. Maybe the Mirror Six were somewhere on board.

The door to the ship opened again. The first thing he saw was another frozen victim, this time his own mirror- Mirror Phoenix being pushed up the gantry. And behind him was the owner of the ship.

"You lost, friend?"

"Oh shit."



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