//------------------------------// // 3604/Ende Eines Detendsatzes // Story: \The Ausgezeichnete Tour/ // by Tyreese-le-Tyler43 //------------------------------// (A/N: This is what I call a double-chapter. It's two chapter ideas shoved into one chapter! I are smort.) 3604 I woke up in a moving MPC, that stands for Magically Propelled Carraige, that I didn't recognise as my own. A buffalo and a seeming prision guard sat opposite of me. I blinked a few times and shook my head. My muzzle hurt. "Okay. Where am I?" I asked. The prision guard turned to me. He had a scar running down the left side of his face, starting at his eyebrow. He had a white coat with a gray mane and held an M40 in one hoof. "You have strictly violated a rule of the Desert Gaurd. Such a transgression comes with one warning. and a one way ticket out of Appleoosa. Your friend Thunderlane informed us you were headed to the Los Pegasus Ampitheater. Ende Eines Detendsatzes says he knows you and will pick you up from the drop-off zone," he said in a low voice, slightly resembling gravel running under tires. I gave him a strange look. "Okay, I've never been to Appleoosa, and I don't know what the hell is going on here! What's a desert guard, who was Yoog-deb, and who are you two?" I asked. The buffalo shook her head. "Well, for starters, my name is Little Strongheart," she got up on all fours. "I don't know his name, he's just an Enforcer. The Desert Guard is an alliance formed with the ponies of Appleoosa and the bison tribes around here, after the... thing with the Element wielders. Yugdab is one of the higher-ups in the Guard, and cutting off an authority figure is, well, a transgression, like Enforcer 3604 here said." She nodded her head in the direction of Enforcer 3604. He nodded. "Can I call you 3604?" I asked. "If you so wish," 3604 responded. I gave him a wierd look. "If I so wish? Use the force, Luke. Jeez, 3604, you don't like fun," I laughed. "Why so uptight?" "It is code, ma'am," he responded. I shook my head, still laughing. "First off, don't call me 'ma'am'. It's Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch, or Scratch. And second off, you really like rules, don't you?" I went on. He rolled his eyes. "Rules are the system that keeps civilization together, Ms. Scratch," 3604 said, as if repeating something for the umpteenth time. "Nice to see you have an opinion, or is that what the sarge told ya?" I joked. "Ms. Scratch. I like that. Helluva lot better than DJ PON-3, tell you that." "I believe that. And you are DJ PON-3? My children listen to you," 3604 admitted. His expression loosened. "Nice to meet a fan every once and the while. So, we almost there, or... what?" I asked, then added. "You have kids?" "Well... yes, we all have children, accept 5846, the lucky bastard. Well, mine are 9897 and 10037, but... I guess you don't care..." he said. I shook my head. I did care, foals are cute, you're a heartless bastard if you don't think so. "Really?" "I do care, foals are cute, I'd be a heartless bastard if I didn't think so," I repeated. A loud bump came from up front. A red glow came from behind the mesh wall that seperated us and the driver, and a loud explosion could be heard. Ende Eines Detendsatzes "Wh-What happened?" I felt myself around. I was in one peice! I let out a 'yeehaw!' and looked around. 3604 was sitting over next to the hood of the car, which was about thirteen feet away. The windshield was a bit blackened, and the recoil of the blast dented up the MPC a bit, seeing as it was made out of alluminum. I had hit my head on the back of the door when the blast happened, and Little Strongheart pulled me out. I sparked my horn to make sure it still work, and drew my initials in the sand to clarify, so my horn was fine. I asked what had happened. "Well, the magic-to-energy converter... blew. The driver is all over himself for letting it happen," Little Strongheart explained and motioned to a red stalion with achromatic gray hair, moping up against the side of the MPC. "Well, he's a ball of sunshine," I mumbled and meandered over to 3604. I sat next him on the sand. "So, what're we doin'?" "Well, until Ende Detensatzes arrives, we can't go anywhere," 3604 rolled his eyes. "I don't like him. My brother did some security work for him, and from what I hear, he's quite the pompous asshole. And his name is a bad pun, too." "What's the pun?" asked Little Strongheart as she walked over to sit with us. "Well, Ende Eines Datensatzes is 'one end of the record', but his name is Gläschen Ende Detensatzes. Datensatze is 'D-A-T-E' and Detensatze is 'D-E-T-E'," 3604 went on. "That is bad," Little Strongheart agreed. I nodded. Suddenly, 3604's horn began to glow a dark blue. A faint German accent could be heard, but what it was saying was incomprehensible. "Nicht viel, du?" 3604 responded. The other voice grew angry as the two got in an argument. "Nein, aber wir haben sie. Sie ist nett. Irgendwie süß, aber ich habe eine Frau. Nein .. Nein .. Ja ... Ich weiß ... Wen rufst du an eine 'gentechnisch entwickelt imbecil?' Du bist nicht besser. Alles klar, ich werde auf sie. Nein, sind ihre Freunde sicher. Ich denke, dass der Barkeeper kümmern brauchte. Braeburn ist nicht allzu glücklich, dass wir die 'Wüste Garde Initiative' zog in auf diese. Nun, ich weiß nicht um ihn kümmern. Verdammt. Das ist in Ordnung. 3604 aus." 3604 looked angry and shut off his horn with a hint of annoyance. "That was Detensatzes. He wants to see you immediatly." He then muttered something under his breath along the lines of "he'll kill her", but I think that's a misunderstanding. Maybe he'll just work me to death, so to speak. I had to talk to Octavia. RIGHT THEN!