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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Thaumological Tekkit Teleporter Trials 
// by Redderject 
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	As the mane six awkwardly shuffled out the door, still slightly terrified and more than a bit confused, Trent and Twilight continue conversing while Matt rummages through his backpack, searching for him armour. Eventually he finds it and puts it on, drawing Twilight's attention. Trent began explaining: "That, Twilight, is the most powerful magical armor we've yet to produce. We call it gem armor, and it cost us a grand total of 317,397,830 cubic meters of stone, or 38,745 diamonds or about 1,441,880 metric tons of iron. That is, to be honest, a few dozen metric-goddamn-fucktons. Took us a little while. Either way, while my suit makes me practically invincible, his suit lets him throw lightning bolts, fly, blow things up, and generally make a nuisance of himself. But, he's still gotta eat, and he's still somewhat vulnerable. Case in point-" Trent says, throwing another biscuit into Matt's faceplate.

"ACK! Godsdammit, Trent! Stop with the cookies!" shouted Matt, shaking crumbs out of his helmet. Twilight laughs.
"Sorry, Matt, had to prove a point. Anyway, you mind finding our rings of arcana? I seem to have forgotten mine." Matt rummages in his bag for a moment, pulling out two rings. "Here, catch." Matt says, throwing one of the rings at Trent.
Trent catches the ring, removes one of his gauntlets, and puts it on. 
"And now I'm more powerful than Matt. And my armor didn't cost me a small planet of stone to make. So, when's this princess of yours going to arrive?" 
Matt shoots Trent a glare that could melt steel.
"Trent, when were you planning on informing me that a flippin' monarch is going to show up? Remember last time I met royalty?" Twilight gives Trent a questioning glance. 
"Oh, that was in the Twilight Forest. Might have met an insane, undead ruler that fired balls of pure hatred at people. And I might have used Matt as a shield, before we had decent armor. And there was that one time in-"
"That's enough of that, then, eh? And if Trent ever finishes that story, I'll throw him into the sun." Matt says.
Twilight speaks: "Well, speaking of the Sun, I think Princess Celestia is here."
"Uh, Trent, what does she mean 'speaking of the Sun'...?" 
"Oh, yeah, their rulers are immortal god-like beings that control the sun and moon. You were knocked out for that conversation, I think." Trent said, nonchalantly. 
"GODS DAMN IT, TRENT! EVERY BLOODY TIME! ...Where the hell did I put my Katar...?" Matt shouted.

As Matt rummages through his bag yet again, the door slams open, princess Celestia enters followed by at least a dozen guards. Trent grabs his mining laser in one hand and his nano-saber in the other. Matt finds his sword, grabs his athame from the couch, and prepares for a fight. "You are Minecraftians, aren't you? It's been a long, long time since one of you has come here, and this time we're ready. Your evil will stop here." Celestia said, smashing Matt and Trent into the back wall.
"Hey, Trent, can I smashy smashy yet?" Matt questioned.
"Not quite yet, let's try a bit of 'diplomacy' first." Trent responded.
Trent stands up while Matt straightens his helmet. "Alright, ma'am, we've never been here before. We got here by a teleporter acci-" Trent was interrupted by Celestia: "I don't want to hear your lies. You were responsible for the corruption of my sister and for the slaughter of hundreds."
"As far as we know, we're the only Minecraftians who are or who will ever be. I assume it was wearing armor made of diamond?" Celestia nods.
"In that case, we are about fifteen hundred times stronger, with weapons up to fifty thousand times stronger. We have mastered magic and technology. Well, almost, I guess. Were your people able to stop the other Minecraftian then?" Celestia wearily shakes her head.
"Well, what makes you think you can stop us? We've purified the Twilight Forest, we've cleansed a good bit of the Nether, we've destroyed the Ender Dragon in a thermonuclear blast large enough to destroy its entire realm. We have done nothing but good for the world, don't make us change that, because we can and will. You see that in Matt's hands? That's called a biome buster. It's so powerful we've only detonated one in a specially made world, and it vaporized everything down to the core farther than we could walk in a day in every direction. Judging by your expression, you have nothing like this. If we wanted war, we would have started with war. NOTHING in this realm or any other can stop us, feel free to try. You've got one free shot." Celestia's horn glows, and Matt and Trent disappear.
"Alright, Trent, why the fuck did you do that? And where the hell are we?" Matt said, exasperated.
"Uh, well, we appear to be on the moon. Stand still." Trent grabbed Matt's arm, jumping and flying out of the orbit of the moon in a matter of seconds. Matt and Trent burn through the atmosphere, having a quick conversation before they smash into the ground a few kilometers from the library. They could see the town from the sky, in fact.
"Hey, Matt, do you have any idea why she hated us on sight?" Trent said.
"Hells if I know. You're the only one that isn't immediately attacked by everything and anything that can move." Matt said.
"Er. Matt. I think I just realized where we are. I took a book from a Testificate library once, and it mentioned a land of magic filled with ponies and it had an account in it that mentioned bringing a great evil with them. I thought it was just one of their stories, but I think it might actually be true. And I don't think we're the only minecraftians in existence, now."
"Oh, shite. So we landed in the one realm where another Minecraftian has been, and he was a total doucher? Grand!'

They impacted the surface, and, climbing out of the crater, Matt says:
"Gods damn it all. Did we really just jump from the bloody moon? And why is the ground not a giant crater, and only a little one? Oh,and I TOTALLY CALLED IT."
"Y'know, Matt, for the mage you sure do forget what you build. We've both got rings of arcana, so our fall was minimized. And with the fire resistance on both our armors...We're kinda built for re-entry, actually. Hey, have we gone to space yet? I vote we make a giant slingshot to-"
"NO."