Fluttershy looked at the Komato ships in the distance of space. They must have responded to the ship that she destroyed. Fluttershy hurridly searched up images of the Komato military. Most were shockingly violent. But one depicted all classes of Komato ship. Fluttershy checked the images against the force she was up against. Two destroyer escorts, one assault carrier and a Phantom Reaver.
The videophone activated. A armored face, similar to the first Komato Fluttershy spoke to, appeared.
"Individual. You are charged with a declaration of war against the Imperial Army. This crime carries the sentence of total destruction." the Komato started. "If you resist, you will be charged with the crime of treason. This crime carries the sentence of historical deletion."
Fluttershy looked at the Komato. "I would like to see you try."
"So be it. You are charged with treason."
The destroyer escorts advanced on Fluttershy's craft. She could see the turrets turn around and lock onto her.
The destroyers fired a volley of Shocksplinters. Fluttershy gulped, and flew upwards. She remembered how she dealt with the other ship. She flew between the destroyer escorts. The Shocksplinters hit the destroyers. Fluttershy took the chance, and fired a warhead at the engines of one. Fluttershy gasped, as the destroyer exploded in a massive fireball. Fluttershy grabbed the steering wheel, and dodged the debris. The second destroyer shook, before some of the structure floated away. The destroyer's engines stopped glowing, and the turrets ceased firing. Fluttershy assumed it to be crippled. She decided that she didn't need to kill the assault carrier or the Phantom Reaver. She set the ship to FTL, and continued on her path.
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General Tor looked over the battle reports. Three ships, two crippled, and one destroyed in deep space. He slammed his fist onto his desk, and looked at the Berserker in front of him. "How could this be happening?! A human vessel is attacking our Army, and yet no one has eliminated it? How can a destroyer escort, no less two, fail to destroy what appears to be a converted trade ship!?"
"Sir, the enemy is strafing our ships, and causing them to fire upon themselves. Once the shields fall, the enemy fires a primitive missile into a vital region, crippling the ship. We have already lost one hundred and fifty four troops." the Berserker said. "It is too small to lock onto."
"Then why aren't you sending one-man fighters after it?"
"Sir, no fighter carriers are nearby. The vessel has been making a more-or-less straight line to Tadezocora."
"Kill this human anomaly. Do not let the public know that three ships have been downed."
The Berserker looked at Tor. "Sir, with all due respect, we are not actually fighting a human."
"What?"
"The pilot has identified herself as a 'pony.' Analysis on the scout ship Marauder's black box indicates that a transmission took place between the enemy, the FTLCV Samuel L. Jackson, and the Marauder cycles before a homing missile and a nuclear fission warhead struck the ship."
Tor looked with interest. He thought about the enemy ship's name. "Hm? Do you have a transmission recording now? I would like to hear it."
"Yes, sir." the Berserker said. He took a small data stick from his pocket, and handed it to Tor. The General pressed the play button.
"You have trespassed on Komato space, human. The penalty of which is swift death. The Komato High Command expresses its sincerest mirth at your incoming demise." a Komato's voice said.
"We'll see." The voice was obviously female.
"Wait...Identify your species."
"I'm a pony."
There was a pause.
"You have trespassed on Komato space, pony. The penalty of which is swift death. The Komato High Command expresses its sincerest mirth at your incoming demise."
General Tor stopped the recording. "And that was the last transmission?"
"Yes, sir."
"...We must take the pony alive. Find out where she came from. At the very least, this will stop our ships firing on each other. Board the pony's vessel, and take her alive. If she is killed, than there will be Zentraidon to pay!"
"Yes, sir."
The Berserker left with his new orders. General Tor followed him out of the door, before locking it behind him.
He raised his hands into the air. "Samuel L. Jackson! Why have you betrayed me? You offer me unlimited glory, but then send your servant to kill me?! What of our deal!?"
A voice entered Tor's head, swimming around his mind like a distant memory. "I have altered the deal, General. Pray I do not alter it any further."