Griffon of Canterlot
Chapter 59.5 – Pieces Part Three
Greystorm walking behind Maple through a curved corridor, a large door to the left and to the right a long window showing the upper level view inside the tree of the sea of sunflowers, Maple press a paw on a wooden panel that pop out a bit and she pull down displaying a keyboard with a screen in front of it.
Greystorm turn from the window he was looking through to see them as Maple stood on her hind legs tapping away on it with her forepaws. “That look like a griffish typewriter but without the paper.”
“The concept is the same but what I type is displayed on this screen.” Maple calmly said as Greystorm stood beside and watched. “We be making contact with my contact in here.” Hinting to the large metal double door.
“So it some sort of computer but smaller?”
Maple smiled seeing he had some concept on it. “Exactly, this is for the soul purpose of the room we about to go in, we finch griffons were and still are the brains of the griffons, we could imagine things that you thought was impossible.” She turn to him tapping a paw finger on the tip of his beak. “So don't be surprised that you be far more confused and unable to comprehend what happens when we go in.”
The doors split apart and open up, Maple close the panel up putting a forepaw out for Greystorm to go in first, he steps inside to find the room to be black from floor to the curved walls meeting high above in a shape of a dome, yellow lines criss crossing into squares. “This seem generic.” He looked around as Maple step in and the doors close. “What the purpose of this room and where is your contact?”
Maple walk up beside him. “We should be connecting to him in a moment, the room will change and seem that we in another location but we not, everything will seem real but we won't be able to make contact with it and vis-versus with him to us.” Maple explained simply as she could to him. “Also your talons will appear as paws to yourself and him to make it seem you are a finch griffon, but they still talons and only be a illusion.”
Greystorm looked at her strangely. “Real, not real and illusion of talons as paws? I don't see anything magical here to do that stuff?”
“That because it magic and technology working together, also built into the floors, walls and ceiling.” Maple answered and as she finished speaking the whole room shift into a warehouse office.
Before them sitting at a desk was a orange with white underside and black striped foal size finch griffon. “Hello Maple, how is my favourite customer doing?” The deep booming voice came from him.
Maple rolled her eyes. “I am your only favourite customer Big-Rig.” Maple walked up to the desk.
“That you are, the others are lacking the interest you give me each time you call.” Big-Rig chuckled, he turn to the griffon seeming to staring at his paw in front of him closing and opening it with bewilderment. “And whom might this be?” He slip off the chair walking around the desk walking up to Greystorm. “This is the first time ever I seen another in your calls.”
“He and his wife got me the fund I needed.” She said.
Greystorm was about to say something. “It been sent in full?” Big-Rig instantly asked.
“Yes.” Maple confirmed.
Big-Rig quickly went to his desk against looking at a flat box to Greystorm's view. “Ah payment here and collected, I bid you a good day and thank you for your business as always Maple.” Everything fizzled for a second and back to normal. “To the systems it now think the call is ended, we free to talk.”
Maple mood turns serious. “Flaputa is trapped in a pocket dimension shifting between time and space, how we found out is because of Greystorm's wife Octicovix a Changeling that turned into Pistol.”
“Changeling? I heard about them, some found the town and tried to gain access to it 10 years ago, failed though with their short term memories of the town wiped and sent on their way.” Big-Rig chuckled. “Now Greystorm, answer me this...” He flew up to eye level of the grey griffon. “You were going for the golden discs weren't ya?”
Greystorm nods. “That is correct, only to solve the raise and fall of many griffon kingdoms that came into contact with them, figure out how to stop it from happening again and allow the griffon race to finally be stable.” Greystorm explained to Big-Rig.
Big-Rig gave a big burst of laughter followed by responding. “I can see why you past all the tests she put out! That is grand!”
“Not really, my team and Octicovix got stunned, I was the only one not completely effected by it and talked with Sunflower.” Greystorm said with a slight growl.
“Also might be the fact he was 76.7% immune to the stun shot.” Maple muttered.
“He is!? I personally made those for the Police! That are 100% effective to all beings!” Big-Rig startled by hearing this. “How the blazes did it hardly effect you!?”
Greystorm answer give them pause. “I can not say how or what caused it only that the mark I have on my chest I got last week is most likely the cause of it.”
“Hmm...” Big-Rig rubbed the underside of his beak. “Not allowed to say or not enough trust?”
“Correct on both, no offence Maple, but even we been given a warm recovery I can not forget about being shot at, hit in the head by something and being dragged to this beautiful domed greenhouse against our will.” Greystorm said looking over at her. “I can say so much but not that I feel is sensitive.”
Maple sighed rubbing the back her head. “Not the finest moment, but you gave me hope, so I take what I get from what you said so far.” She turn to Big-Rig. “I need to remaining parts to finish the Mole and finally go back down there.”
Rig-Rig return to his desk looking at the flat box by Greystorm's perspective. “Let's see your list...” He took a good look pressing a paw finger down with a sound of clicks. “They won't be easy to get hold of Maple, it will take about a month at best to get everything without raising flags, Parliament officials know you've been making that thing for some time, but because you cold cased it they haven't really gone after you over it.”
“It will give us time to prepare, also I gather part of the deal you want to come along?”
“You know me too well Maple.” He chuckled leaning back against the chair back.
Maple chuckled back. “I am your fav customer afterall.”
“So true, so true... Alright I'll be around for the usual monthly supply run for those golem cores.”
“See you than.” Maple give him mock salute.
Big-Rig salute back. “Take care old timer and Greystorm...” The grey griffon made eye contact with him. “Thank you.” The room vanishes after he press down on something on the desk.
Greystorm found he had talons again the slight glow from his chest, it itched too, he put the talon between the buttons of the shirt into it to scratch at the mark Gale left him. “That was very weird... Were we talking to him really in real time from another location?” He felt a strange warmth washed over him for a second as got the itch and pulled the talon out, placing it back on the ground.
Maple walk to the door pressing the button on the side to open the double doors up, he follows her out of the room. “Indeed, the room used for research, testing and instantaneous long range communication via holoprojection.”
“I have zero idea how any of that works or how the heck you even able to do that Maple.” Greystorm sighed.
Maple tap the tip of her beak a few times. “Think of it like a magic crystal that could project things but two of them able to link from great distances.”
Greystorm recalled something like that happening but through time and space. “Reminds me that creepy one I witnessed between Princess Celestia and Griffax Boreas through a span of 4000 year-”
Maple put her forepaw on his scaly foreleg, both now looking at each other. “4000 years!?”
“It more like a message in a bottle, but had him seeing her as Eyes of the Sun, it was a connection through a tablet me and my wife saved from the first griffon city Griferlatias going under the waves, to the crystal from said island travelling around through out time finding it way to Celestia.”
She listened to him explain with widen eyes. “Why are you telling me this though?”
“Because it a chain of events that lead us to be there at Canterlot at that very moment to those comics following Pistol with his misadventures.” He said to her. “Tell me this, do you think we being lead on a path that something or someone set out for all of us from 4000 years ago? Because I sure feel like it.”
Maple rubbed her head. “When you say it like that, it sure does...”
“More pieces to place on a every growing puzzle, one that going to take time and those comics... Who created them?” Greystorm asked.
“Only one that knew him as well as I did, his dad Revo-” Maple pauses slowly turning to Greystorm. “He was at the construction site of the coastal town at the time!” Maple gasped.
“So another survived?”
“Did... He wrote and drew a lot before his passing over 100 years ago, they were achieved at the Flaputa Memorial Vault at Flaputa-on-Sea.” Maple quickly turn and runs. “Come with me Greystorm!”
“To where?”
“To my workshop! We got paws to make for you!”
“Why!?” He ran after her.
“We going to town! That why! Your puzzle pieces just grew tenfold! Also you looking pretty good, hawk!”
“I what!?” He slid to a stop, seeing a massive large mirror attached to the wall conveniently for Greystorm to take a look at himself and what he saw looking back made him squawk extremely loudly.
“WHAT THE BUCK HAPPENED TO ME AND WHY DO I LOOK LIKE I AM IN MY EARLY TWENTIES!?”