Enter The Blue Box
Alarms blazed as two ponies ran down a tight corridor, lights flashing all around them. Over a PA system a harsh synthesized voice cried out warnings.
“EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! SIXTY SECONDS TO SELF-DESTRUCT!”
“Doctor! We’re running out of time!” yelled the pegasus.
“Just keep running! We’re almost there!” yelled the earth pony.
The pair turned the corner, and there at the end of the hallway was an out of place blue box. Upon seeing it, the two ponies sped up.
“THIRTY SECONDS TO SELF-DESTRUCT! ALL DALEKS ARE TO INITIATE EMERGENCY TEMPORAL SHIFT!”
Throwing open the door, the two ponies ran inside. The pegasus slammed the door shut behind them, as the Doctor ran to the controls in the center of the machine.
“Now would be a very good time to leave, Doctor!”
“All ready on it, Ditzy!” The Doctor began to furiously press buttons. The TARDIS slowly vanished, barely escaping the destruction of the ship around them. The Doctor let out a sigh of relief. “Well, that was a close one.”
“You said it.” Ditzy tiredly walked over and collapsed next to him. “I vote that next time we get off the ship before we blow it up.”
“Heh, deal.” Picking himself up, the Doctor started manipulating the various buttons, switches, and other such devices that control the TARDIS. “Well we’ve just saved the First Great Intergalactic Equestrian Empire from the Daleks. So where do you want to go next?”
“Lets go somewhere where we don’t have to save the Universe, run for our lives, or make difficult moral decisions on problems that were solely caused by the greed/fear/stupidity of certain ponies. After these last few months, I badly need a vacation.” The Doctor rubbed the back of his head, remembering the many incidents that his companion was referring to. Now that he thought about it, those seemed to happen often. Much more often than he liked, or even thought possible. Looking at his exhausted companion, who was currently sprawled out on the floor with her eyes closed, he decided that it would be as good a time as any for them to get some good old R&R.
“A vacation it is then!” The Doctor began to think of vacation spots. “Judging by the way you look, I’m guessing that you want to go somewhere that doesn’t require much physical activity.”
“That would be nice,” grunted Ditzy from her spot on the floor.
“O, I know! How about Razzican-six. You’d love it there. The entire planet is one big resort. They have every vacation activity known to the galaxy! Anything you want, the razzicarians will get it for you.”
“Anything?” Ditzy had at this point picked herself off the floor, and was listening intently to the Doctor’s words.
“Anything.”
“Even a, um…” She trailed off as she tried to think of something. “A… twelve foot tall muffin?”
“Yes! That’s an easy one. Come on, I know you can think of something better than that.”
“O-Ok. How about a… pandorian full body massage? While you’re under water, and watching a movie at the same time?”
“Of course!”
“I-I made that up.” Ditzy stared at the Doctor in disbelief.
“That’s not made up. I’ve had one of those before. They’re quite good.” Ditzy stared at the Doctor for a few more moments before shaking her head.
“Alright then, lets go!” The Doctor smiled at his companion’s enthusiasm. Keying in the destination, the TARDIS gave its signature ‘wurr’ as it slowly faded out of sight.
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‘Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum…’
“Twilight!”
“What?!” The Master searched for the voice that had broken her out of her trance, and found that it belonged to Rainbow Dash. She forced on a smile and turned her attention the annoying mare. “I’m sorry, I spaced out. What was it?”
“We’re here.” The Master looked out the window of the train and saw that the train had indeed arrived in Canterlot.
“Would ya’ll hurry it up? The Princess said she needed to see us as soon as she could.” The Master nodded in agreement with the farmer, eager to get this done as soon as possible. At that, the group departed the train and headed to the castle.
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“Your Majesty!” Princess Celestia looked up from her work, just now noticing the guard who had entered.
“Yes sergeant?”
“Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony have arrived, and they are requesting an audience with you.” Celestia gave out a sigh of relief, pleased that they were here.
“Send in Twilight Sparkle.”
“At once, your Majesty!” The Guard gave a salute and then left the chamber to retrieve the pony in question. Celestia was glad that her student had been able to respond so quickly. Running the country left little time to investigate the mysterious threat herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doors opening. She turned towards the open doors as they let in the subject of said thoughts.
“Princess, your letter said you needed to see me about something important.”
“I do Twilight.” Nodding her head towards a nearby sitting cushion she continued. “Please, take a seat. This will take a while.” Waiting for Twilight to take her seat, the Princess took a deep breath and began her long explanation about the situation and what she needed her to do.
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The Master browsed a shelf in the Canterlot archives. It had been over an hour since her meeting with Celestia had finished. After the meeting had ended, the Master told the other elements the abridged version of Celestia’s, mostly useless, speech. Not that there was much to tell anyway. The only thing that she really found interesting was that the Princesses were apparently psychic. After figuring out that they weren’t needed right now they all left to do their own things. After her ‘friends’ had dispersed, she had immediately headed for the Castle archives. Hopefully, the knowledge she needed to accomplish her goals were buried somewhere within them.
“That’s not how that happened at all!” Throwing the inaccurate history book over her shoulder, she grabbed the next book on the shelf. “Wrong! Wrong! WRONG! Who wrote these pieces of garbage?”
Looking back at what she had already read, she sighed. In the past forty-five minutes she had read seven hundred and twenty eight books, and almost every historical account was wrong in some way, shape, or form. It was driving her crazy. She vowed that when she ruled the world she would kill all the writers for their incompetence.
“Oh come on! Clover the Clever was born in 904 B.B. not 900 B.B. How could anyone mess that up?” She threw the book onto the pile like the rest of the garbage that dared call itself literature. Picking up the next book, she continued her rant. “At least they… Hay, I did that, not her! Ugh, I hate it when ponies steal credit for my accomplishments! If that lying hack wasn’t already dead I would kill h…!”
Suddenly, she stopped flipping through the pages of the book she was on. She stared at the page for a minute, taking in its words. Slowly a cruel smile creped onto her face and she uttered the word she had been dying to say since she had got there.
“Perfect.”
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Within one of the many unused guestrooms in Canterlot Castle, a blue box slowly faded into existence. The doors of the TARDIS swung open and two ponies jumped out. The Doctor turned to his tired friend and, with great enthusiasm, announced their arrival.
“Welcome to…” The Doctor stopped himself as he took in his surroundings. He Looked out of the balcony onto the city below. “Wait a minute. This isn’t Razzican-six.”
“Doctor,” Ditzy groaned as she brought her hoof up to her face in exasperation. “Not again.”