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// Chapter 2 
// Story: Thaumological Tekkit Teleporter Trials 
// by Redderject 
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Dear Princess Celestia


Today while searching for life in other dimensions, two strange bipeds wearing magical radiating clothing, something which shouldn't even be possible, teleported into my home along with four 'bag of holding' type artifacts filled with resources and equipment. One of them started speaking perfect Equish before noticing me and getting knocked out by the backpacks. (Creatures may have thin skulls. Research pending.). Help?
-Your very confused student, Twilight Sparkle

"Oh, god, my friggin' head. Did anybody get the number of that bookshelf?" Trent groggily said, blearily observing his surroundings from his position on a couch. When the hell did we get a couch? was Trent's first thought.

"STAY BACK! I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE THIS, FOUL NETHER-SPAWN!" screamed Matt, holding a shard of Alumentum(1), preparing to smash it on the ground in front of the purple unicorn.

"Jesus, Matt, you don't have to kill everything we don't bloody understand. It's obviously sentient and it's purple. I doubt it's a predatory species, just look at it, it wouldn't survive a minute out in the wilds." mumbled Trent incoherently.

This was, of course, around the point that Spike removed his impromptu headgear and gave Matt a mighty thwack upside the head with it, knocking him out.

"Thank for that, Spike, now let's talk to our other guest about some things." said Twilight in a threatening tone, giving a death glare that could make a fire ogre flee in terror.

"For future reference, I am in no way responsible for whatever Matt did. He's used to dealing with the kind of crap that crawls out of the portal network, but I work with the Testificates and AI. I'm peaceful, but if you hit me with that pot, I swear to whatever deity you believe in that you will be dead before you can move, and nothing in this world or another can stop me with the exception of Matt, making knocking him out a very poor decision. Now," Trent said, giving a glance at his unconscious friend, "I mean no harm, but the second one of you touches me I will destroy you all."

Spike quickly backpedals up the stairs, while Twilight merely cowers under the very, very angry stare of Trent, who is now holding his modified mining laser, more a laser pistol, removing it from its place on his belt.

"I assume that you were the one responsible for the teleporter problems? You wouldn't happen to know where some 450 thaums, or vis, or mana, or what have you came from, would you? I forgive you for that, by the way, an innocent mistake." Glancing at the cowering unicorn, Trent continued "You can stop cowering now, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a bit cranky when I wake up in a different world to my friend getting knocked out, though."

"What...what are you?" said Twilight, suddenly aware of just how large the bipeds seem when standing.

Momentarily contemplating his answer, Trent replied: "I am a Minecraftian, as is Matt. We are thinkers, innovators, and builders. We are the masters of our world, purifiers of the Nether, End, and Twilight Forest, three foul realms. We are also, apparently, quite lost." said Trent, now aware of exactly how far from home Matt and himself were.

"I've never heard of a Minecraftian before," Twilight said, grabbing a quill and notebook from who-knows-where, suddenly unafraid of the creature in front of her. "what was your world like? Are you going to go back? Do you know where you are? What was that thing that the other Minecraftian was holding? Do you come in peace?" Twilight said, excitedly, but was interrupted by Trent holding his hand up.

"To answer those questions, before you get ahead of yourself, my world was a place of tamed evil, everything there was hungry for your blood, other than the Testificates, who were merely annoying. My friend and I are going back as soon as we can. That was Alumentum, a very nasty explosive. I come in peace, but Matt will be pissed when he wakes up."

As soon as Trent finished answering 'a few' more questions about, well, everything from Twilight, the door was slammed open by the other 5 elements of harmony, with Fluttershy being pushed along by Pinkie. "Twi, we heard yelling and came as fast as-" Applejack started to say (SEE AUTHOR'S NOTE), before she noticed Trent, now decked out in gravitation suit and full quantum armor with his ultimate solar helmet resting on the table next to him, siting down, drinking tea and asking questions about, well, everything.

"Twi, what the hay is tha-" Applejack began, again, interrupted by Rainbow Dash predictably flying up to Trent, getting in his face, and angrily shouting "What's the big idea here? Why's a monster like yo-", only to be accidentally whacked aside by Trent's power armoured gesticulations, and Trent failed to notice Rainbow punching and kicking him for all she was worth, merely continuing where he left off in his questioning. Rainbow was dragged back to the group by the tail, quite literally kicking and screaming.

"Sugarcube, if Twi hasn't dealt with it, then I doubt it's a problem. I know your pride is hurt, but just calm do-" Applejack said, and, seeing Rainbow opening her mouth to interrupt her, Applejack shoved her hoof in Rainbow's mouth. "Don't even start." 

Finally finishing what he was saying, Trent turned around and starting speaking: "Alright, what do you five want? And what was with the whole punching thing? I'm wearing three centimeters of super-dense carbon, reinforced steel, iridium, diamond, and a personal shield. If you want, I can demonstrate this suit. Twilight, if you will?"

Twilight summoned a thick barrier in front of him, averting her eyes. Trent gave the barrier one strong punch, watching it shatter into fragments of light. The Elements, aside from Twilight, who had seen this display before, were dumbstruck, jaws agape.

Matt, of course, took this opportunity to wake up from his position on the couch of unconsciousness, and, taking one look at a rather strong barrier exploding, gave a girly scream.

"Oh, good, you're finally awake! Took you bloody long enough. If you try to hurt one of these ponies again, which, by the way, is what they're called, I'll make you drink some of that first batch of ale again." Remembering exactly how bad that first barrel of tainted, rot-tasting beer was, Matt quickly calmed down.

"Have a cookie, call it payment from that time I stole some from your stash." Trent said, throwing a biscuit from plate on the table at Matt,which bounced off of his forehead before landing in his lap. "I hate you sometimes, Trent. Thought you should know that."



(1) Alumentum is an extremely high grade fuel that, when dropped or molested, explodes violently. Think a thaumic grenade.