//------------------------------// // Epilogue // Story: Long Live the Queen // by jidbrony //------------------------------// Epilogue Hours later, far into the forests of Washington, as the sun continued to set, a new crisis beset other people far away, a gang in hoodies all headed towards the a strange looking facility surrounded by barb wire and a few towers. Once, this was the town was the city of Eureka. However, about two years ago, the city was bought out by some UN organization and renamed Samsara - Which literally meant “world” in Sanskrit, but contextually meant “Rebirth” in Buddhist terms. It became a new city dedicated to “the warm all-embracing spirit of global culture”, which was probably why it looked like a very foreboding, nightmarish factory at night, due to the use of a giant coal power plant to fuel the city. This looked about as “all embracing” as a cactus. It had now been fenced out and its original Global Dynamics facility had been replaced by the more gigantic, more primitive, and more foreboding base for this large organization. Almost nobody even knew that Global Dynamics was right in Eureka selling safe weapons to the Department of Defense, or how many brilliant minds were in Eureka, many of whom were not merely developing weapons, but also the means of improving human livelihoods. But now it was all too late. It was a case of an underappreciated gem completely ignored until it was gone for good. “Yo Soarin-” Thunderlane snickered. “So you ready.” Soaring gulped. “Y-Yeah? I guess.” “Oh don’t tell me you are chicken dude.” Lighting Dust the groups main leader snickered back at him, she was always one for a challenge. “Bock bock-Chicken.” Soarin’ huffed, “I’m not a chicken guys. Let’s do this.” Lighting Dust took out some clippers she had brought along with her and began to cut into the wire. She had been planning this little breakin for quite some time. Rumor had spread of all sorts of radical things happening here and as someone who loved extremes and radical she couldn’t help but make the call to such adventure. Soarin and Featherweight on the other hand, they were -less than radical, but they still were loyal enough to her to tag along. Security was light - more light than they expected. Hoods up, they snuck along the grassy knoll and began to make their way closer to the facility. “This place is creepy.” Soarin muttered. “I don’t like it-let’s go back.” “No way, I’m here to see the cool stuff here.” Lighting hissed. They were in the end of the facility, it looked almost abandoned factory, Lighting broke the nearest window and climbed in. Soarin and Thunderlane hox`ped in. Entering cold halls they looked around and began to walk around the place. It was creepy, signs of chemicals and science things filled the halls. “This place is like outta a movie.” Soarin said. “Keep your pants on.” Lighting muttered. “I wanna find the cool stuff.” BOOM “What?” Lighting turned around yet saw nothing. “Eh-probably just the factory.” BOOM “Hello?!” Soarin shouted. BOOM The silence after was more chilling. BOOM Soarin’ looked at Skydancer nervously. She exchanged the glance. BOOM “Soarin?” she asked nervously. “Yes?” Soarin’ asked with a paler face than usual. BOOM Skydancer just barely breathed out “let’s turn back.” BOOM Slowly they turned around, as they saw something-something dark, in the shadows, large, harry, monstrous. “W-What is that?” Lighting said through chattering teeth. Soarin’ began, “I don’t know-and I don’t wanna-” They all simultaneously agreed to let fear take them before he said another word. They ran as fast as they could be whatever chased them was faster. Lighting closed her eyes hoping beyond hope that no matter what she would get out of this, and if she did she would tell everyone about this no matter what it took. Suddenly, Soarin’ tripped and painfully fell on his face. Covering his now bleeding nose, he saw before him was a huge pair of bare big feet. He looked upwards, and saw a gigantic hairy human-like physique loom over him, a black shadow highlighted by the pale light above. Soarin’ has a mouth, and he must scream. END