//------------------------------// // Chapter One: A Well Earned Rest. // Story: Of Stars and Sails // by RadBunny //------------------------------// “Gears.” The diminutive hedgehog grunted, his small form eclipsed by the dark metal steam pipes he was currently examining on his back. “Gears!” He stated again, holding out a set of claws and waving them expectantly. “That is your name, yes.” A dark grey gryphon chuckled, a rather cheeky grin spreading across his beak that matched the mirth in his ocean blue eyes. “GIVE ME THE STUPID-” The gryphon finally passed the small engineer a small satchel of parts- the hedgehog quickly slotting the parts into a small gearbox nestled in the steam pipes. Scooting out from under the assembly, Gears glared up at the still-chuckling gryphon indignantly, the small hedgehog’s anger losing quite a bit of bite due to his head quills barely passing the other creature's elbow. “Captain or not, I will stab your rump with a quill someday.” The hedgehog grumbled as he hefted the small satchel and scrambled up onto the gold-colored pipes. “Or maybe I’ll just turn off the hot water for your cabin…” “Love you too, Gears.” Captain Galen snickered as he examined the piping network in front of him. His furry yet feather-tufted tail flicked back and forth in thought as he eyed the repaired gearbox. Well at least we have full steam pressure to rudders again. Trying to maneuver without it was getting on my nerves. “Oi. Galen, we’re coming up to that pony outpost, probably ten minutes out.” Gears called from down the cramped maintenance shaft. More pipes lined the small tunnel through the guts of the airship, and a few blue crystals glowed with a cheery aura every few meters. The occasional hiss of steam was eclipsed by a dull hum as power flowed through the conduits embedded in the metal and wood shell of the ship. “Thank you- I guess I’d better check in on our friend in a moment.” Galen called, watching as the small hedgehog scrambled back up a small hatch outside the nearest door. Guess I’d better make sure our guest is comfortable- and knows this is a one way trip. But first… Making his way out of the maintenance shaft, Galen hauled himself into one of the main hallways. Dark wood laced with metal reinforcements pattered all sides- the hallway clearly built with both ascetic and integrity in mind. Hallway Picture Reference Forgoing the rooms towards the prow of the vessel, the gryphon scrambled up the latter and into the bright sun. As a cool breeze whipped at his grey and black feathers, Galen couldn’t help but laugh with delight. As the noon day sun reflecting off the metal reinforcements of the ship, the scorched ground of the badlands sped by beneath the agile vessel. A recommissioned Storm King ship, it was more than adequate for his small crew and various assignments. With the main control and steering functions at the stern, two large connecting pillars marked the middle and prow of the ship that led to the massive bladder contained above them. Thanks to a mesh of science and magic, the hybrid helium and magic-infused bladder kept the entire ship aloft with ease. The wood of the deck, like most of the passageways, was banded with metal reinforcements. There were however a few areas on the sides meshing to solid plating. Walking to a railing, Galen watched the ground continue to speed by- flicking a nearby mineral chunk with a claw. Blue lighting crystals hung in secured metal lanterns on the mast and other essential areas of the deck; mainly the two masts, the side railings, and near the cabin and control assembly on top of it. Two wood and fabric stabilizing rudders on either side of the prow of the ship were matched by much larger rudder wings on either side of the stern. A dull rumble ran through the ship as it maneuvered towards a set of distant taller mountains- the inklings of civilization becoming visible in the distance. Now walking to the stern, Galen peered over the back railing with an approving nod. Set in between the wings and secured onto the stern of the ship, some large, circular crystal domes were centered against the hull. Two powerful steam driven turbines in the depths of the ship spun the propellers on either side of the stern- the excess hot air from the engines either used to heat water for showers and cooking or expelled behind the ship. Ship Reference (2-3x larger and lighter colors) Emblazoned with golden metal lettering on either side of the dark wooden prow, the Crystal Hail cast occasional smatterings of light on the rising rock pillars on either side of the ship as they ventured through a low mountain range. The beginnings of the Macintosh hills began to rise from the barren badlands steadily, the budding reddish orange rock peaks clawing towards the bright blue sky. “Hey, Gears, give her a bit more juice, will you?” Galen called into the small communication crystal on his left wrist. Set with a series of five other small bit-sized crystal devices, it blinked as a familiar hedgehog’s voice replied from the half-gauntlet. “Aye aye Captain!” With the soft hum of crystal projectors, an earth pony snapped into existence next to Galen, raising an eyebrow at the amused captain as the airship smoothly accelerated. Standing about half the height of a normal pony, the individual was composed of bright blue light- sparkling much like those in the Crystal Empire did, except in a more permanent and intricate fashion. “Are you giving me a challenge Captain? Maneuvering the ship among these mountain ranges at such a speed?” The ship’s primary pilot asked, prompting Galen to chuckle as the gryphon nodded to the energy projection. “Would I ever do such a thing to you, Alabaster?" “You would, and you have.” The arcane pony replied, a smile now twitching at his lips. “Not that I mind of course. I did mean to give the rudders a bit of a stress test to make sure they’re still flexible after yesterday’s storm. We’ll be at the guard station within a few minutes then. I assume you’ll be checking on our esteemed guest?” Galen nodded, waving to Alabaster as he vanished into the bowls of the ship’s conductive circuitry. Looking over the main steering wheel and console positioned above the main cabin, Galen inspected the similar setup inside the enclosed room before heading back into the ship’s depths. Climbing down a ladder once again, the gryphon took a breath before continuing onward steadily. The few rooms in from of him were some of their cargo storage areas- and beyond that, behind a rather heavy door… “Ah, my illustrious captain, so good to see you again!” A bright red earth pony crowed, all limbs bound together with heavy iron shackles behind a three-sided metal cage, the large door securely locked. The airship shivered slightly, the craft slowing as they approached the pony trading outpost on the edge of the badlands. Once docked, there should be a few guards to handle the transfer of such individuals. The gryphon didn’t say anything at first- simply sitting down on a bench and looking at the prisoner impassively. The red pony returned the gaze for a few moments before finally letting out an annoyed sigh. “If you’re trying to intimidate me, it isn’t working.” He grumbled, finally looking at the gryphon with a shred of annoyance after a minute. “Ok, what?” “We are about to the hand off point- and that typically is the time criminals try something stupid. That has been true in the past at least.” The gryphon stated, the pony rolling his eyes with a smile. “Why would I ever try something? I’ve been captured, my plans foiled. I’m sure you’ll never see me again.” He sighed with an exaggerated pout on his features, the expression quickly shifting to a rather feral grin, a scar on one of his cheeks giving the appearance of a wider smirk. “I suppose that’s a lie; we know how this game goes. This is the third time we’ve met under these lovey circumstances after all. So, give me a few months and I suppose this entire thing will start again. I’ll escape and get to have my fun, and then more payment for you!” He chuckled. Galen simply shook his head. “This is strike three, Knife Edge.” The gryphon growled, looking over the cell as the pony grinned. “Strikes? What is this, a playground game?” Knife remarked, rolling his eyes once again. “If we were under gryphon law, or a few other nations for that matter, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now.” Galen replied, prompting the pony to laugh. “But that’s the best part isn’t it! I fall under Equestria law, which means a nice cell for me for the rest of my days- or at least until they can decide what to do with me. I hear the death penalty is extremely unpopular in Canterlot! But perhaps they’d make an exception for little old me…” He chuckled, the pony then tilting his head curiously. “Hmm. If not for that, what? You’d have killed me? That’s rich.” Knife chuckled, shaking his head dismissively. “I doubt it. You don’t have a killing feather on your body, Captain.” He sneered, leaning back against the bulkhead and examining an iron shackle. “Us ponies usually don’t- yet I somehow find it so exhilarating! And even after so many dead, they want to try and rehabilitate me. ‘Give him another chance, maybe he’s changed.’ Or ‘We’ll just keep him locked up away from everypony’. I almost find it amusing! You aren’t like me though, you can’t kill- despite what rumors may say about you.” The gryphon stayed silent, prompting Knife to continue, continuing to watch the impassive Captain curiously. “So, what is the purpose of this talk anyhow? You can’t kill me, you certainly won’t, so why come down here? Calmly walking into the cell and unlocking it with a key in his side satchel, Galen held Knife’s left forelimb in an iron grip, prompting the pony to thrash and curse. “What are you-ARG!” The pony cried, a searing pain igniting on his left forelimb. Burning with bright blue fire, a small area of fur sparked and smoldered. Within seconds, a small, bit-sized symbol was branded onto his skin. “What was that for?!” He hissed, Galen then locking the cell up and staring at Knife once again. “Did you know the bounty specified you alive? The pony froze, a bit of hair on the back of his neck starting to prickle. The gryphon’s demeanor had abruptly changed- two predatory eyes now watching the pony’s every movement. The seal on his left forelimb sparked with powerful magic- at least confirming a rumor the killer thought naught but hearsay. “W-what?” The killer asked, waving a set of hooves in disagreement. “No, it was dead or alive. There’s no way-” “It was alive, strangely enough. Despite murdering families and foals alike, the Equestrian government wanted you alive. At least for now.” There was a dull clanking that echoed throughout the ship as various docking arms clamped onto the side, and the dull sound of armored hooves rumbled through the decks. The murder’s cocky demeanor sprang another leak on seeing Galen casually examined his claw. “Dead wasn’t really an option if we wanted payment. Do you really think I’d have gone all this trouble to haul your sorry hide if it wasn’t necessary? So, alive you are.” Knife didn’t respond to that, his mind churning through the information. Something about the gryphon now seemed off. His tone was almost casual, as if the killer was nothing more than some vendor at a mall. Where is the uneasiness? The deep primal fear of being near a killer? Why is he not- “You barely got to experience them- but the Badlands are a different beast. If not for the bounty, you’d be dead. The next time you want to try and break out, remember that.” Galen added, gesturing to the brand on the pony’s arm. “That’s really fascinating magic actually. It can be tracked through nearly any circumstance and is almost impossible to remove. Not only by the Equestrian government though, but also by me.” As the guards clanked down the hallway behind the pair, the red pony looked up at the gryphon curiously, brown eyes widening in disbelief. “You wouldn’t have killed me, right? Normal creatures don’t do that so casually! You aren’t a killer!” Knife said in shock as the gryphon simply smiled, a very unfamiliar uneasy shiver running down the murderer’s spine. “You’re not-” Knife’s words cut off as four royal guards entered the makeshift brig, Galen handing the ponies a stack of papers. “He’s all yours. I assume the payment is given at the main station?” The guards grunted- clearly not enjoying being around a bounty hunter as they encased Knife Edge in a magical bubble, levitating him out of the ship. “You didn’t answer my question! Would you have killed me?” Knife yelled, Galen simply waving. The gryphon then took a deep breath as the bulkhead closed, leaning his forehead against a metal plate on the wall. Letting out a shiver and scrubbing his arms with the other, Galen acted as though he was shaking off an invisible poison before opening the door again and venturing down the hall. A large burly gryphoness poked her tan head out of a nearby store room, gesturing to the retreating guards. “Hey Capt. So, our lovely slimy cargo is gone?” Tilly Sandfeather asked, receiving a nod from the younger gryphon. “Thankfully. I’m going to pick up the bounty and let your mate enter the numbers for our accounts. Hopefully it will be worth the trouble.” Galen mused, his second in command letting out a chuckle. “If the amounts are the same, it’ll be enough for a nice vacation.” Walking with the sturdy gryphon, the captain nodded knowingly. “I get the message, Tilly- everyone is due for a vacation. Three bounties before this, and then two long supply runs? And then that nasty storm which cost us a large repair bill…I think a vacation is in order. We’ll head to Klugetown to get our bearings and relax for a bit. I need to check up on the medical center there if that’s alright with the crew.” Galen mused, Tilly nodding in agreement. “We’re with you, Captain. Let’s get that bounty cashed and get on our way first. I never liked the idea of having money I can’t see or touch. This new thing of getting checks to be deposited doesn’t feel right. Give me gold coin any day of the week.” Galen couldn’t help but chuckle, his previous jovial demeanor returning briefly. “Is that why you married an accountant? So he can deal with all that unsavory financial stuff?” He quipped, prompting a deep laugh from Tilly. “It’s a perk, that’s to be sure!” Waving to the gryphoness, Galen made his way to the main deck of the airship. Taking a breath in the bright sunlight, the gryphon padded to the edge of the deck, leaning on a metal railing next to the primary gangplank as four familiar guards levitated a certain disgruntled pony farther down the wooden dock. Built into one of the many Macintosh Mountains, the Equestrian trading outpost served as both a replenishment station for airships heading to the badlands and as a small guard outpost. Stone and wooden towers wrapped around the small rock peak, numerous docks and buildings providing access for airships seeking to trade in the marketplace inside the caverns. The payment office however was quite close- a squat red rock square nestled into the cliff face where the wooden dock entered one of the many large mountain tunnels. Nodding to the two bored guard ponies standing by the wooden door, Galen walked up to the barred counter and passed over the paperwork. With a cursory glance and then a huff, the tan colored pony behind the security bars passed over a large sealed envelope. Slitting it open with a set of claws, Galen examined the amount and smile. Waving to the bounty officer, the gryphon made his way back to the main wooden dock where his ship sat waiting. Walking down the metal gangplank, Galen took a deep breath and looked over the ship, the flag of more than one nation fluttering at the top of the mast. “Shall I ready the ship for departure?” Alabaster’s voice called out, the gryphon turning to address the ethereal earth pony standing to his side. “That would be great, Al. How are things?” The pony chuckled, the low hum of power crystals activating starting to vibrate through the deck. “All systems are up and running. My better half is down in the engineering systems tweaking the settings Gears opened up with that repair.” Nodding in approval, Galen grinned on seeing a thin gryphon meander out from the main cabin area. Dark blue in color, grey splotches covered the other gryphon’s chest and flank as a pair of yellow eyes locked onto Galen. “Ah, you have the check?” He asked, the captain handing the envelope over. “Good to see you too, Pergin, and yes, it’s a bit over the amount agreed upon actually. I guess they decided to tip us.” The gryphon let out a huff, nodding and setting the envelope in a satchel that hung near his breast. “I’ll get it entered then. I do hope it’s enough to pay for a vacation.” He grumbled, prompting Galen to wave a set of claws dismissively. “Your wife already reminded me, and yes, we are set for one. Current course is to Klugetown for a week of relaxation.” The accountant’s eyes narrowed, gruff demeanor softening for a brief moment. “I do hope that includes you too, Sir.” Galen nodded, but then shrugged his wings. “Eh. I’ll try, but I need to double check the medical center. So far the new staff are handling things well. The local guard actually reported a reduction in crime again.” Pergin let out a wry huff, starting to make his way back to the cabins. “Almost as though bringing structure and assistance to an unlawful place is a good thing…I’ll get this entered, Captain.” “See you later, Pergin.” As the hum reached a low rumble, Galen looked over to one of the blue crystals and nodded. “Alabaster? Take us out please.” A group of guard ponies watched from the dock as the odd airship hummed to life- the two steam turbines slowly spinning up to power. The gangplank was about to be retracted when- “Hey! Are you guys going to Klugetown?” A small blue pony called, carrying a simple cardboard box with a lit horn. “Hold on, Al." Galen hopped to the edge of the gangplank and nodded, now seeing the unicorn was a colt no more than seven years of age. “We are, what can we do for you?” The pony held up the box, a name and address crudely scrawled on the package. “My mom is getting treated in the medical place there. My dad helped me write the name of the room on it! Can you deliver it there?” The colt then began to levitate a few coins from a pouch around his neck. “No charge. I have to check up on the medical building anyways- so I’ll just drop it off.” Galen explained, the colt happily jumping up and down. “Thank you thank you!” He beamed, stepping back as the airship turbines continued to spin up. Galen set the package down carefully- lashing it to the deck with a spare bit of rope before waving to the colt. “Hmm. Sir? It appears we have a challenger…” Alabaster quipped, gesturing to the right of the airship, about the same time a loud voice boomed over the airspace. “Ahoy bounty hunters! Don’t suppose you’d be up for a wager? Or is that money too clean for you!” The pony captain bellowed through an amplification crystal- his own airship also of storm king design- but clearly refurbished and improved upon. Judging from the flags it flew, the Equestrian government had officially enlisted it as a military trading vessel… Hmmmm. Padding over to the railing, Galen grabbed a voice-enhancing crystal from a slot bolted to one of the masts. “We’re heading to Klugetown- a bit of a trip. You sure that thing can stand the long haul?” The novice captain apparently forgot to move the crystal away from his mouth as some grumblings erupted from his lips. Something about scummy gryphons and their crew to be sure… “We will hold up fine! A race then? First to Klugetown buys the other crew’s rations for a day?” The other captain retorted, causing Galen to shrug. To the gryphon’s amusement, he saw a few ponies on the deck of the other ship shaking their heads, gesturing to the captain. Oh. That ruins a bit of the fun- they must have raced us before under a different ship. “Considering your crew is three times the size of mine, it seems like a bit of a lopsided wager. How about we get a one minute second head start?” Galen replied, looking over and seeing Alabaster snickering off to the side. In a long-term race if our speeds were evenly matched, thirty seconds could win it. ‘If.’ “A fair bet then! Well feel free to take off whenever you get that old thing going!” The pony called, then turning back to consult with his crew. “…That captain clearly doesn’t realize that our ships are within a year or two of the same manufacture date.” Alabaster grumbled, then perking up as Galen waved a set of claws. “Well, time for a bit of a show then. We wouldn’t want our package to the medical center to be delayed, now would we?” Alabaster grinned as Gears’ voice chimed in from the communications crystal mounted to one of the masts. “I couldn’t help but overhear, Captain, we about to have a race?” Galen grinned, casually making his way to the outside wheel assembly and angling the airship away from the dock. With a few crystal and metal consoles to either side of the wheel, the outdoor area was perfect when the weather allowed. A similar section was just below him in the cabin- except sheltered from the elements. Pushing the turbines to barely a fourth of their capacity, Galen couldn’t help but smile. “They were kind enough to give us a head start. Gears, when they start to pull ahead, slowly increase the steam turbines until we are holding steady with them, if you would like to do the honors.” A rather sinister chuckle reverberated from one of the consoles, the gryphon imagining the hedgehog rubbing his clawed hands together eagerly. “Aye aye!” A crystal pony then popped her head above deck- then cast a glance behind the airship curiously. “Ah. We are on our way to Klugetown?” Staunch Gauze asked curiously, her green coat shining in the sun. “Indeed. But we’re engaging in a bit of friendly competition first.” Galen explained, causing the crew’s medic to roll her eyes. “Who are we going to humiliate this time?” “Um…Equestria’s navy.” The gryphon muttered, prompting the pony to smack a hoof to her face. “Seriously?” “Hey, they asked for it! Literally!” Staunch waved a hoof as she climbed down the ladder to the main deck, Galen not missing the amused smile on her face as she vanished from view. Only been a few years and she’s fitting in perfectly. Certainly a permanent member. Now then… Their head-start time now elapsed, the Crystal Hail was quickly overtaken by the Equestrian navy transport, quite a few ponies waving as their airship sped by. Galen watched as their own speed expertly matched the other transport- until the Equestrian ship was running at full power. Huh. They must have upgraded their engines- their steam turbines are almost as good as ours. At least I know our backup propulsion is up to par. Gears clambered out of a hatch- a set of crystal gauntlets on his arms as he steadied himself. The product of a certain tinkering hedgehog, the crystal dials let him control many aspects of the ship outside of the engine room- In this case, allowing a first-claw viewing of a race. “Gears, power up our main thrusters please.” Galen called, the hedgehog giggling with delight as he tapped a few crystal buttons on his arm. The ship slowed down temporarily as the steam turbines shut off. The propeller vanes angled and slid together for storage, letting the other airship zip on ahead with jeering calls. The large half domes set at the stern of the ship now opened up- the purple crystals blooming like the head of a flower. A series of smaller crystals sat nestled inside, now beginning to glow with power and rotate slowly. “Half power, Gears- let’s leave them in the dust.” Galen grinned, the hedgehog tapping his gauntlet and then holding on. As the arcane thrusters ignited with a dull roar, the airship jumped forward as the primary propulsion system activated. While rather inefficient, the mana-dependent crystals could send their airship at speeds far exceeding that of the usual steam and coal turbines. With a wave of his claws, Galen summoned a small viewing portal into existence. Visible on the other side was the true core of the ship, a massive crystal two gryphon-lengths tall and one wide glowing with a dull aquamarine tinge. It pulsed slowly, the energy draw awakening the massive reserve stored within. In time, I hope every ship can be powered like this. But for now, like many things, this isn’t ready for the public to see and experience. Or perhaps vice versa. I’ll probably have to deny another request from the government to examine the workings of it all. Galen quickly hopped over to the railing, waving heartily at the flabbergasted ponies as their transport ship was left behind. “Sorry to rush! But we have a very important delivery to make!” The gryphon called over a crystal- the reply lost to the wind. “Oh I never get tired of that. Especially when it’s the pony navy. Did you know they tried to lecture me on how to tune a turbine? Never mind that my method improved on their own, they had to go by an outdated manual!” Gears grumbled, prompting Galen to chuckle. “To be fair, I don’t think they knew you have experience building them. “It was still infuriating!” As the ship soared towards the badlands and Klugetown, Galen settled against the railing with a content smile. A final short delivery, and then a good solid week of relaxation. My crew has certainly earned it. Then again, they might tie me to a bed to make sure I take some time off too. I wouldn’t expect any less of family though. The gardens of Canterlot Castle were known for their immaculate beauty and serenity. Green trees and flowering shrubs of all types were carefully curated and sculpted to offer a scene of peaceful tranquility. Sitting at a secluded and removed granite table, two rulers sipped cups of warm tea as their guards stood outside an invisible shielding spell. Their words and motions muffled to any outside, the location and spell offered a nice break from a stuffy conference room and far from prying eyes. Celestia watched the hippogriff ruler sitting across from her at the peaceful garden table with a cautious eye. Queen Novo was the perfect figure of an impassive and put together individual-Yet thousands of years gave Celestia an edge. “So I hear Gyld Ironfeather’s courses are going well. A dozen potential knights every year?” Novo asked, prompting Celestia to nod. “Indeed. Ever since the defeat of the Ice King, and Gallus being the first knight in centuries, there has been quite an interest. The waiting list is miles long too- ponies, even gryphons too since their own program isn’t up and running yet. On our side, Gyld has limited the program to about four every quarter, and he’s in the process of training some teachers to expand on that.” The Alicorn continued with a slight smile. It had indeed been an interesting seven months- the new interest in what exactly a Knight was having skyrocketed. Novo let a genuine smile slip- easing Celestia’s worries for a brief moment. At least she can smile, that is progress. “In fact, the Gryphon Empire even offered to look over our course work for their own combat school. They did request assistance in ‘looking over certain pony terms that may be different.’” Celestia added a few air quotes with her hooves, prompting a slight titter from Novo. “Sounds like the gryphons just want to copy your program and add a few things but are too stubborn to ask for help.” Novo quipped, prompting a nod from Celestia. “I’d say that about sums it up. However…” But now to matters at hoof- or in this case, claw. “Speaking of gryphons and not being willing to ask for help, you are not being honest with me, Novo.” Celestia sighed, prompting a wince from the hippogriff. “Hmm?” “That is the sixth cup of ‘relaxing tea’ you’ve had in about twenty minutes, all while we have discussed everything except a most pressing matter. I’m guessing the tea hasn’t helped as much as you hoped.” The Alicorn remarked, prompting Novo’s ears to droop ever so slightly. “As observant and wise as always, Celestia. I still struggle with what we are discussing today. It is difficult for me to seek help, you know this. I suppose I share that trait with our lovely gryphon allies.” The hippogriff queen admitted. “Novo, I know more than anyone the burden of ruling a nation suddenly, and alone.” Celestia whispered, prompting a sharp breath from Novo in surprise. Bringing up such a painful memory for both of them was not something the hippogriff expected from Celestia- but perhaps she should have. “I believe I can relate to your situation more than anyone- yet I can also speak from experience that seeking help when you need it is strength, not weakness. Do not repeat my mistake and close yourself off to those who want to help, who can help.” Queen Novo was quiet for a few moments, finally sighing. Her shoulders drooped, and she finally relaxed her posture. “I’ve missed these talks, Celestia. I’ve certainly needed them it seems.” Novo muttered, prompting a soft titter from the adjacent Alicorn. “I have missed them too- but plenty more are to come. I’ve always been here for you- a ten year absence or not. And I always will be your friend. So, I think we’ve dodged around this issue enough.” Celestia added, noting on her last words how Novo nodded in agreement and wrung her claws together slightly. “Indeed we have, Celestia. To tell you the truth, I haven’t been this scared in a long time. There have been developments…” Celestia waited, maintaining her strong yet peaceful demeanor as best she could. Seeing her friends suffer always pricked at her heart. Yet while opening up to others was a strength, being strong for them at times was equally important. “One of my personal guards defected to the opposition group. I’ve known him for almost two decades; he has ensured both my safety and most recently, Skystar’s. My husband oversaw his entrance into the guard back then. And now…” The Queen’s haunted gaze bore into Celestia’s- and the Alicorn only now saw how truly desperate Novo was. “I am truly out of options, Celestia. I cannot trust the individuals I have depended on to keep myself or my daughter safe. I can get through this with my own strength, I have no doubt of that. But if they get to Skystar, I don’t-” The usually impassive and sarcastic Queen stared at the table, a few fearful tears in her eyes. “I lost my husband Celestia- I can’t lose Skystar. If they capture Sky and use her as leverage, I fear I would cede to their demands. I am not strong enough to endure that. As a queen, yes. But as a mother? No.” Celestia stayed silent, finally looking out across the edge of the garden. Beyond it, the spires of Canterlot spiraled up into the skyline, the afternoon sun shining brightly overhead. “I felt the same about Twilight as she grew up. I still feel the same pain every time one of my ponies is captured by a rogue group or individual, and negotiations fail.” She whispered, wings drooping slightly. “I cannot understand fully what having a daughter is, but Twilight was as close to that as I can imagine. I feel I would be in the same position were our lives reversed.” “I’d look much better- thousands of years old and nary a wrinkle on you.” Novo quipped, prompting a slight laugh from Celestia. “Well you’re still looking lovely, so let us agree to both of those points I suppose.” Novo nodded, then swallowing nervously as she looked to the other ruler. “I’ve gone over every option, every other means to keep her safe. Despite that, I always end up with your recommendation being the best, and I don’t like it.” The Queen admitted. “Do you trust him that much?” Novo then asked, eyes then narrowing. “If the life of Twilight were in the balance, would you trust him to keep her safe?” Celestia paused, her ears flickering back briefly as she ran through idea over and over again. “If I had no other choice as you do, then yes. There are actually many situations I would even have him be far above a last choice.” She replied, prompting Novo to let out a huff. “Why? He’s a mercenary, and his crew is no better. While I admit he and his crew have done a great deal of good, they are hardly what comes to mind when you say ‘safe’.” The Alicorn nodded, but then let a slight smile slip. “But is being a mercenary such a bad thing? Perhaps his work isn’t safe, but he is better equipped than most to keep Skystar safe. If it will ease your mind, I can tell you a few more personal interactions. While yes, I have entrusted numerous bounties to Captain Galen and his crew, I have also hired his services multiple times to transport sensitive cargo among other things. If I read the recent report correctly, he is delivering a package from one of our outposts to the Klugetown medical center free of charge. And the existence of such center was, and is funded by-” Novo interrupted by waving a set of claws, her eyes narrowed slightly. “You see, that’s just it! In general, individuals outside Equestria just aren’t that generous; well gryphons especially. I do admit they are getting better, but they’re hardly known for hospitality. You know this as well as I do, Celestia- the world is a much harsher place outside our protected kingdoms. Maybe he is just a generous gryphon, but it still all doesn’t add up.” Novo sighed, now looking to Celestia with a cautious gaze in her amethyst eyes. “You are hiding something from me Celestia; something you know about this Captain. I have gone over dozens of reports concerning odd sightings and issues.” The queen then shook her head. “There are quite a few rumors surrounding Captain Galen, many of which are disturbing. You are hiding something, are you not?” “I am.” Novo blinked, clearly not having expected such a candid response. “Then tell me, please. What can you tell me, since it’s clear you are holding back for whatever reason. Please set my mind at ease.” Celestia took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The entire situation had her feathers fraying- and knowing a close ally and friend was in trouble… “As I said before, I can tell you that Gyld personally oversaw his combat expertise and vouched for his Grey Order designation. I trust Gyld with my life, as I have many times, so his word carries a great deal of weight. He trained Gallus after all; and I think we can agree that turned out better than imagined. Captain Galen is the only other gryphon Gyld has privately overseen the qualifications of- and no actual combat training was needed other than bookwork apparently.” Celestia’s eyes then twinkled slightly. “I also know your daughter finds him interesting- that is certainly a positive. Or perhaps that is yet another reason for your hesitation?” “You are dodging the question.” Novo bit in, feathers ruffled slightly. Celestia shook her head, then stood a bit taller to meet Novo’s gaze. “Queen Novo, as co-ruler of Equestria, I cannot divulge certain information on the Captain Galen.” “You cannot? Or will not?” Novo added, eyes narrowing. Her aggressive stance softened on seeing Celestia shake her head- a shard of sorrow appearing in the Alicorn’s gaze. The Queen snapped her beak shut- surprised to see the calm demeanor of her friend break at the question. Something was behind Celestia’s eyes that gave Novo pause. “Novo, as your friend, please do not keep asking, because I will give you the same answer. I have made promises I must uphold. What I can tell you is this; I failed him once, and for that we both have paid a heavy price- him more so, much like Luna with Nightmare Moon. I can tell you that while I haven’t recently met him, he is a good and honorable gryphon. I would indeed trust Twilight Sparkle’s life to him, and I feel confident having recommended him to you. He will keep Skystar safe. By all means, test and ask him yourself.” Novo nodded, the sincerity and undercurrent of pain in Celestia’s voice instantly pricking the other ruler’s heart. “I am sorry, I didn’t realize it was that sensitive of a matter. Forgive me, Celestia, I am j-just-” The mother hung her head in shame as a few tears slipped from her eyes. “May I try something? It has often calmed Luna and even Twilight in sour times such as this. It may not be the most royal thing to do though.” Celestia asked, and seeing Novo nod, stepped forward. The hippogriff sighed as a pair of alabaster wings wrapped around her- a single hoof hugging Novo around the shoulder. She finally let out a soft huff, breaking the hug after a few moments and deep breaths. “You could have just suggested a hug.” She smiled, Celestia shrugging. “Oh but what’s the fun in that?” Nodding in agreement, Queen Novo took a few more deep breaths as she continued to think. “I will trust in your judgement Celestia. I do plan on testing him to be certain.” “I would expect nothing less. He should be in Klugetown by evening- so tomorrow would be ideal. I just received word that after he dropped off a dangerous pony to the guard, he made a complete fool out of a navy ship. To be fair, I believe they did challenge him to a race.” Seeing Novo let out a sniff, Celestia gave the other ruler a nudge with her shoulder, managing a comforting smile. “We’ll get through this. You aren’t alone in your efforts, remember that. If you need anything, let me know.” Queen Novo nodded, then glaring at Celestia and rubbed at her own eyes. “Thank you, Celestia, I will certainly remember that- but ugh now I’ll have that crying puffiness. At least I have a face mask treatment tomorrow morning…” She muttered, prompting a chuckle from Celestia. “You’ll look fine as always- but I think you have an early dinner to get to. Do feel free to contact me with any further questions or plans. Nobody else knows of course other than Luna. She can be on the lookout in the dream realm for Skystar too.” Novo nodded, taking a few deep breaths. “Thank you, Celestia- I’ll remember that, take care.” With a flash of light, Novo vanished, her own teleportation spell boosted by Celestia’s magic to reduce the strain. Once the hippogriff queen was gone, Celestia allowed her wings and shoulders to sag, the ruler shaking her own head sadly. “I wish I could help more, Novo, I truly do.” A memory flashed to the fore- causing the Alicorn’s heart to ache. A pair of young blue eyes that had bored into her own- overflowing with tears of rage, sorrow, and heartache- And finally understanding. And to think you forgave me Galen; I still am working on that for myself. Now things are reversed in a way. You are Novo’s only option now; Yet unlike her, I don’t see that as a bad thing. Waving to the two guards outside the private castle section, a yellow feathered hippogriff hopped her way down the halls with a smile. A house within a house- the personal section of the castle was complete with private bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathhouse among other rooms. And mom wants to cook a dinner together? We haven’t done that in ages! I wonder what’s up? Skystar’s smile wavered- more from not wanting to dwell on the past disastrous hour, but also due to her mother’s changing demeanor over the past months. She always had been a bit up-tight when it came to managing the kingdom, but that was to be expected! But recently, things had been a bit…weird. This dinner, constantly checking in with me more- I don’t get it. I don’t like it. I mean, I do love being close to her- but she’s acting worried. Worried about what though? Skystar frowned, getting out a few ingredients in the stone-carved kitchen before sitting on a chair. Something is up. I don’t know what, but something is different. I swear I almost saw her cry when she left for a meeting yesterday. That’s not my mom! Not normally. Changeling? No. Stressed due to some goings-on with the kingdom? Possibly. Maybe a bad set of negotiations or something… Letting out a huff, Skystar put other speculative thoughts on hold. She’d just ask when her mom got here. Hello Skystar! “Hey, Sheldon, is Shelly upstairs?” Novo asked to the silent clam that sat on the counter, going back to organizing the ingredients for the dinner. Yup! How was your date? “Ugh. Don’t want to talk about it- you’ll hear when I explain to mom.” The hippogriff groaned. That bad? “That. Bad.” But at least you get to make dinner with your mom! That’s fun right? “Yeah, but it’s weird. I know something is up, but she won’t tell me!” That’s odd. I mean, you’ve been taking classes on how to rule, so shouldn’t you know what stuff is going on? “I guess so. But Mom already knows it’s not exactly my favorite topic. I really hope she’s not keeping stuff hidden because she’s disappointed in me.” You’ve been acing your classes though! “Just because I understand how to do something doesn’t mean I want to!” Oh. This again. Sorry. Skystar let out a huff, blowing a rogue teal feather off her face. “It’s ok, Sheldon. It has come up a few more times recently, but it’s hard telling your Mom, who is also the Queen you don’t want to-” There was a soft ‘pop of a teleportation spell, and Skystar poked her head out of the kitchen and waved.“Hi Mom!” She called out, the other hippogriff walking over to give Skystar a brief hug. “And how is my little seaweed wrap?” Novo chuckled, prompting a groan from Skystar. “Moooooooooom… “Oh! I see you got the ingredients out! Fantastic! We haven’t done this for ages you know.” Novo remarked, then pausing as Skystar scuffed the stone with her furred claws. “Mom? I know there’s stuff going on.” Skystar whispered, prompting Novo to look over curiously. “I know you aren’t telling me a lot of stuff- but can you at least tell me something? I miss making dinner like this with you, but I know something is prompting all this.” Novo blinked, a smile sliding onto her features ever so slightly. “And once again I have greatly overestimated my ability to put on a convincing front to you. I am sorry, Skystar.” She sighed, sitting down on the larger of the stone benches near the kitchen counter. “It isn’t fair to keep you in the dark- but doing so I thought might keep you safe, and I still think that. You know the plan I floated to the upper nobles’ months and months ago?” Skystar’s brow furrowed, then nodding in agreement. “Oh! Yea, the one about forming a council? Splitting up the kingdoms into smaller divisions and letting more creatures have their say! Well, through another representative, right? You’d still have power to override half the council, but they’d be able to override your views on stuff. Well, usually. It’s a lot more complicated, but did I get it about right?” Novo chuckled, impressed at the accuracy of her daughter’s recollection. “That about sums it up, yes. But that idea is not popular with quite a few of the nobles. Since it technically would reduce my power and split it up, that reduces their ability to influence things. What was one creature to bribe and coerce now became a few. Some have actually split off to try and rally against the measure, and it’s causing me quite a bit of extra stress.” The queen explained calmly. Despite her outwardly calm demeanor, Novo was struggling to not let her inner fears show. Forgive me, Skystar. I can’t tell you even a fraction of what is going on. The threats, the ransom demands, individuals banding together to secede, a possible coup- but to name a few. I hope this bit of truth suffices. “Hmm. That doesn’t sound good…no wonder you’ve been stressed.” Skystar mused, ears flattening briefly. She padded forward and gave her mother a hug, a tentative smile on her beak. “You’ve handled stuff like that before though, and it turned out fantastic! So I know you’ll do great as always.” Skystar then paused, head tilting slightly. “Um, if I may ask, why did you forward that proposal in the first place? I love the idea, but it seemed to be out of nowhere.” Novo’s fears took a back seat as the queen leaned back slightly and examined her claws nonchalantly. “Why, because of you of course.” “Bwa?!” Skystar squawked, prompting a laugh from her mother. “Skystar, did you really think I didn’t notice? All these years of you excelling at your classes, yet very little interest in ruling a kingdom other than when assigned?” Novo quipped, seeing her daughter’s wings droop. “I’m sorry Mom. I really am trying to find it interesting.” Skystar whispered. “I know that’s how it has always worked- your mom training you for this, and before that, and so on. I really am trying…” “Skystar, I am indeed rather ashamed.” Novo remarked, standing up with a shake of her head. However, before Skystar could process her words fully and be slammed with a wall of guilt, Novo let a smile slip onto her beak. “I am ashamed that you would think hiding such an obvious fact from your own mother would work.” Skystar promptly married her head to the stone counter with a sigh, letting out a slight groan. “That was mean, Mom.” She grumbled, prompting Novo to laugh. “Oh but so worth it. I’ve been planning that for months!” The Queen chuckled, then patting her daughter on the back. Sitting next to her grumbling offspring, Novo’s voice took on a more somber tone. “I know you don’t want my position, Skystar.” She whispered, letting out a slight sigh. “I won’t lie to you- I am a bit disappointed, but that can’t be helped when finding out a child has a different wish or view than what the parent intended. But you being happy overrides that by fathoms.” Skystar frowned, shaking her head as a bit of dampness welled up in her eyes. “I really want to make you proud though- and it just seems so selfish.” “Selfish? I suppose it can seem that way. But that doesn’t consider there being an alternative to a Queen.” Novo mused, tapping her claws in thought. “If there was no other option and it would ruin the nation, I suppose it would be a bit selfish for you to not take up the mantle. But neither of those are true, not even close. Furthermore, do you think being a miserable Queen would make me proud? I already am proud of you.” Novo replied, prompting Skystar’s beak to open- and then close. “…oh. Wait, you are?” “Mmmhmmm, of course I am. I’d rather you not be a queen and be happy, than fake your way through it. That wouldn’t last long anyways, not with the stress of the crown.” Nodding briefly, Skystar flopped a bit more onto the stone table with a relieved breath. “I imagined this going a lot worse.” She mumbled, prompting another laugh from Novo. “It would have gone worse if I didn’t know. Your father knew pretty quickly actually, all those years ago.” Skystar’s ears perked up- it was rare her mother mentioned him anymore, and the times that she did, it was always worth paying attention. Novo leaned back on the bench, her eyes growing a bit dreamy as she delved into the memory. “I thought your name, while beautiful and a perfect fit, was a slightly odd choice for someone destined for the crown. Does the sky and the stars seem like a place to rule a kingdom from?” Novo asked, prompting her daughter to shake her head. “I thought not. Your father saw it so quickly. You were so curious about everything! After mastering the castle layout, you proceeded to find ways to leave, despite barely being able to run! It was always something new, something different. He often rocked you to sleep in view of the stars.” Skystar’s throat closed up slightly, the hippogriff nodding. “I remember that.” She whispered, Novo giving Skystar a hug. “Risus told me a few times- ‘Novo, our daughter might not want the crown. What do we do then?’ I brushed off the idea, but now…” Skystar stayed silent, remembering strong arms holding her close, a melodic somewhat gruff voice reading bedtime stories. “And, he was right. So many times, I miss-” The queen’s voice trailed off. “I miss him too, Mom.” Skystar whispered, feeling her mother take a shaking breath. “He’d be proud of you, shell friends and all you know.” Novo added, prompting a sniffle from Skystar. “S-same of you, running everything so well. That has been hard- I can tell.” The younger hippogriff replied, prompting Novo to let out a soft sigh. “Thank you Skystar.” She whispered, then smiling slightly. “I do think he’d be annoyed that we’re focusing on the sad part of his memory, rather than the happy though. That was a big thing of his- always looking on the bright side.” The Queen remarked, feeling Skystar nod in her arms. “So what do you say we make some dinner?” A final squeeze, and Skystar nodded to gesture to the ingredients. “I like that idea. I think I got everything.” She added, Novo humming as she looked over everything, then retrieving a few spices from a cupboard. “Buuuut you forgot the seasoning! We’ll certainly need that.” She chuckled, tail swishing in thought as the hippogriff started the oven. “Let’s see, first we need to make the dough. Seaweed wraps and some fish pastries right?” Novo asked, Skystar nodding agreement. “Yup! I think it’ll taste good! Maybe try some different seasonings. They can get bland after a while.” The Queen hummed, quickly mixing the dough ingredients together in a bowl as Skystar smoothed out the seaweed. “You probably know what I want to ask about- sooooooo? How did it go?” Novo asked, then wincing as Skystar let out a rather annoyed huff. “Well, it happened, and I didn’t throw him out a window.” The princess grumbled, prompting a sigh from her mother. “Ouch. That bad? What happened?” Novo then held up a set of claws and shook her head. “If you don’t want to say, I get it. I’m just surprised. Filtin was the least ‘noblely’ of the nobles. That’s why I was looking forward to hearing things went well. I know up tight and stuffy doesn’t mix well with you, but he seemed promising.” The Queen mused, frowning as Skystar sighed, attacking a large lump of dough with her claws. “It honestly was going well! Like, he actually seemed like a nice guy! Laid back, easy going, and actually interested in things not in Mount Aris or Seaquestria! Erm, ok that sounds a bit bad…” Skystar sighed, prompting a titter from her mother. “I get what you mean, Sky. So? It sounds like it was going well?” The younger hippogriff nodded, a slight frown meandering onto her freckled features. “Yeah. It was…but after an hour, he started to change. He started to brush off most of what I said, always spinning the topic back to him, that sort of thing.” Novo then saw her daughter blush, and the Queen felt a familiar premonition of needing to smack a noble… “And then there was the comment of how my hips weren’t really child-bearing ones, but he’d be willing to overlook that and try anyways.” Queen Novo’s left eye twitched as she looked at her daughter incredulously. “Please tell me he did not say that. Please tell me that wet feather mop did not say…” She muttered, massaging her left temple with a knurled claw. “Wish I could. And the funny part is he seemed surprised when I thanked him for the date and walked off without a backwards glance.” Skystar concluded, flopping her head onto the table with a groan. “I was more surprised than anything. Like, the other nobles I at least expected something like that. But this guy actually seemed nice- until he quite obviously wasn’t.” She then looked up to her mother curiously. “Did you have to go through this sort of thing?” Novo nodded, setting aside a few ingredients to add spices to the dough. “In a different way, yes. They weren’t as brash as they are now though. I had more offers, constant requests- none of this blatant stuff, not in the same way.” She then let out a slight cough and waved a set of claws. “Ok that’s only partially true- there were some fairly classless remarks made, but that’s part of meeting creatures in general. I’m sorry to hear about that though…” “It’s alright I guess. I’d rather figure out he’s a jerk now rather than in a month or a year.” The next words were then muttered under Skystar’s breath. “Does every guy just want to get the title of ‘king’ and have me stay at home and raise a bunch of kids? Never even ask what I want?” Novo replied by patting her daughter on the back- not wanting to open that can of worms again. Political expectations for children were one thing, but to have it constantly infiltrating your life…it could be tough. Especially if your views are the minority of what society expects. Goodness, I’m just glad Risus and I wanted a child. For Skystar though… “Well, let’s focus on the good again, shall we? Mainly this dough. What do you think about the spices? A bit hotter?” Novo asked as her daughter pinched off a piece. “Oooooh! Where did you get this stuff?” “Princess Celestia. The dragons traded her some rare fire-berry spice. Apparently, it can be combined into dough for a nice kick!” “Mmmm…We need more then!” The pair chucked as they continued to work- the sun casting its rays over Mount Aris as it began its journey down in the evening sky.