The train was quiet. Big mac had opted to sleep while I looked out the window. I was left to think about my current scenario. I was lost in a xeno infested world. At best these xenos were friendly and simply wanted me to be happy and peaceful. At worst they were simply getting me to drop my guard. I looked around the train car. All the ponies were asleep. Scootaloo had once again done so in my helmet. All thoughts of them trying to kill me were banished at that sight. I looked out the window, we still had another brief hour before we were in Ponyville.
The train halted, the shuffling rousing Big Mac from his sleep. I looked at him with a wave and and a motion towards Applebloom. He picked her up while I retrieved Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. I put my helmet on my waist with scootaloo still in it, and put Sweetie Belle on my shoulder plate. Both of us slowly proceeded through a darkened Ponyville. I was struck with a thought while we walked towards the Carousel Boutique. “Big Mac, where should we drop off Scootaloo?” Big mac’s eyes wandered to my helmet.
He thought for a moment before responding. “Well, ah don’t rightly know. Normally ah get done in the fields after all the young uns’ get back. So I barely see em ‘less they come see me.” I was mildly disturbed by this. Did anyone know where this child’s parents were? I quickly decided she would have to bunk with me in my ship. Then the second thought hit me. I was supposed to meet Twilight to build a house today. I delivered Sweetie Belle and made my way to the Library.
I knocked on the door and was met with a yawning Twilight. “Marx what are you doing here? You have to know how late it is by now.” There were few things in the galaxy that scared me. An annoyed psyker was one of them.
I started talking as soon as I thought prudent. “Sorry Twilight, I remembered the thing about the house when we got back and decided to apologise for forgetting. So I’m sorry.” Twilight stared at me. For a moment I thought I was going to die.
Twilight grinned. I swear it touched her eyes, it was so big. “Marx, I forgot too!” THis statement was accompanied by both of us laughing a bit. Also by a very scared looking pony galloping away after hearing me laugh. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow, sound good?”
“Yes, that sounds excellent.” I suddenly remembered my orange friend in my helmet. “Before I go Twilight, do you know where Scootaloo lives?” Twilight’s eyes grew. Her stance went from normal to slightly strained. I appeared to have hit a touchy subject.
“I’m sorry Marx, but nopony know’s where Scootaloo lives. She says she lives by herself but never says where that is. She can’t even fly. It’s sad really.” I looked down at my orange-filled helmet. If she had nowhere to ggo by the holy throne of Terra she would stay with you until she did.
“Thank you Twilight, I’ll accommodate her for the night.” Twilight seemed relieved at that before switching into an all out panic mode.
“Oh, that means you definitely need a house. I bet if I can get Dash to relay the mesage we can have Mech here by morning. If we get AJ’s help we can have you a house by the end of th-”
I started to get agitated at her rant. “TWILIGHT” I feel I shouldn’t have used my speakers since it roused Scootaloo, I don’t regret scaring Twilight out of her rant. “I’ll use my ship tonight. It’s rather comfy for a utilitarian device.” Twilight moved her hooves about uncomfortably.
“Alright then Marx. I’ll get my friend over here about noon-ish tomorrow all right? Don't be late you “xeno”.” I laughed at her calling me a xeno. Her dictionary must have the definition. I waved goodbye before heading back to my ship.
“Mr.Marx, where are we going?” I froze and looked down at where a small orange head was emerging from my helmet. “I don’t live around here. I normally sleep behind the school.” I looked at Scootaloo’s face. Her eyes were drooped over and her body was limp in my helmet. I figured she was mostly asleep.
“We’re going to my ship, unless you tell me where your house is?”
“Don’t got a house Mr.Marx. Not since *yawn* my parents died.” I patted Scootaloo on the head absent-mindedly. I kept walking as Scootaloo fell back asleep in my helmet. So there was death on this planet. And if something had killed this foals parents, they now had the spirit of righteous vengeance chasing them.
I returned to my ship to find a small box there. Opening it I received two things, the first, a note, I put aside for later. The second was a bushel of apples. I grabbed the box and hauled it into my ship. I was then met with a new problem. How to get us both a place to sleep. I didn’t need it, but I felt it would be good, and I wasn’t letting Scootaloo sleep in my helmet. I remedied that I would bunk on the floor and relinquish my Astartes-sized bed for a small pony. I spilled Scootaloo onto the bed and covered her up, and walked into the workroom. It was filled with proof of my artistic side. It had drawings and half-written books strewn about it like an animal den. I cleared out a large area and went to sleep. I would worry about the house and what to do with thee small, tired orphan in my bed in the morning.
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>Outpost seven-zero respond with findings.
>This is outpost seven-zero findings follow. A large Chaos cruiser was being followed by Blood Raven chapter Champion Crucius Marx. Upon finding his ship hooked to theirs the Chaos forces unhooked him causing him to land in a previously unexplored area. We have his approximate destination.
>Outpost seven-zero please transmit location and approximate time of arrival from our position.
>Transmitting location. There was a scout sent earlier, he should reach Lord Marx in a matter of weeks, However, from your current location it would take you approximately a month to arrive at his exit point.
>Outpost seven-zero ready ships. The Blood Ravens are on their way. They say we won’t stop them from getting their champion back.
>Ships already prepared, approximate time of Blood Raven arrival?
>Two hours, they left once you transmitted his location. Emperor protect whoever tries to get between them and lord Marx.
>Outpost seven-zero returns the statement. We will have a private escort here to go with them, the inquisition wants to talk to Marx about the Chaos cruiser.
>I can’t say the Blood Ravens will agree, but go ahead I can’t stop you.
>Outpost seven-zero signing off.
>This is Omnis Arcanum signing off.
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*Authors notes*
Hey everybody, I won't do this much, but I got shit to say. First of all, Thanks to each and everyone of you for giving me advice on how to write. I can't get better without some help. Two if you want to be doubly awesome, I proofed the previous chapters so if you want tell me what I did wrong there then Fire at will. Finally, You're all beautiful and I want each of you to bee as high-speed as possible in your chosen life. have a nice day.