//------------------------------// // Chapter 0002 Fire! // Story: For the Good of All of Us. // by Caps_Luna //------------------------------// ________________________________ [Power down complete] -Automatic restart in 32 seconds. _________________________________ “Who do you think ya’ are goin’ aroun’ smashin’ holes in ponies’ roofs!” Applejack yelled accusingly at Rick the adventure sphere. “What’s more you could have killed somepony!” “Sorry pretty lady,” the intruder replied from his perch bellow said hole. “Can’t control where I land, you try falling from space and not hitting somebody’s roof. Also how did a pony learn to talk?” “What that’s no excuse. How can I trust you, and what do you mean by space? And everypony can talk! Everypony knows that!” “Well I guess everypony I have met can talk. Well that depends can you three talk?” Rick spun around on his cable to regard the Cutie mark crusaders on the floor with his green light board eye sensor. “Of course we can talk,” Scootaloo replied as she popped up from the floor. “Yah who has ever heard of a pony who couldn’t talk,” Sweetie Belle added while also getting to her hooves with a smile. “Not me.” Apple Bloom concluded. “So it’s decided ponies can talk, fantastic,” the sphere hanging on the ceiling stated stated. “Now who wants to go for an adventure!” “I do!” all three fillies exclaimed in unison. “All right, then now lets get thinking about what kind of adventure we could go on. Now lets see,” Rick narrowed his eyelid plates in thought, “we could climb a mountain, no wait to tallest mountain! Or we could fight a dragon, wait do you have dragons in your pony land cause that would be awesome, dangerously awesome. Ok so we’re gonna’ need some adventure supplies so lets see a knife, a gun, probably a parachute… oh right my parachute!” Upon this realization, whatever force was anchoring Rick to roof gave out. He fell to floor with a metallic “clang,” bringing a tangled mess of cables and an orange and white NASA style parachute with him. Some contraption inside the Personality Core somehow managed to pull this parachute into Rick and fold it into some unseen storage compartment within a matter of seconds. “Now,” the metal ball continued, “we’ll also need a jet pack, a giant paper airplane or a glider of some sort, hats; always need cool hats, canteen, whip, maybe some grenades…” The crusaders all looked at the newcomer with an expression of wonder on their faces. The older farm pony appeared much more alarmed though. “Fire!” Applejack exclaimed. “That’s so cool!” Scootaloo added immediately after. “Fire?” questioned the AI. “I mean I guess fire would be useful but it’s not like you can just put fire in bag and carry it around with you. Or can you? Hell if ponies can talk anything is possible. Let’s try it! Come on!” “No, Ah' mean you're on fire,” Applejack corrected. It was true a small blaze had started on the floor boards directly bellow the Sphere, although he didn’t seem to notice, be affected, or care about this fact. Most meteorites and spacecraft are safe to touch within seconds after touch down. Needless to say most meteorites and spacecraft are not made at Aperture Laboratories, at least since the malfunction of the Aperture Science meteorite production center. “So I am…” The green eyed core squinted his eye lid plates closer together again in thought. “Which… is.. perfect for our bag of fire experiment!” the self proclaimed adventurer concluded. “Quick! Somebody get a bag!” “Ah’ will!” the younger farm filly offered as she raced for the door, only to slam into her older sister’s intervening leg. No you won’t!” the orange earth pony commanded. “Shouldn’t we, you know, get some water,” Sweetie Belle suggested. “Great idea. Apple Bloom get a bucket of water,” Applejack ordered as she moved out of her little sisters way. “Right sis,” Apple Bloom spoke in shaky voice as she stammered out of the room, still dizzy from colliding into Applejack at full speed. The little filly was walking in an awkward diagonal gait with both of her eyes spinning. “Hey why does she get to go,” Scootaloo complained, though Apple Bloom stumbled away undaunted. “I mean I’m the fastest, so I should go.” “Yes but it’s Apple Bloom’s house, and she gets to do everything because she is the host,” Sweetie Belle pointed out. “ Besides do you even know where they keep buckets around here?” “Well no, but…” “And besides you’re not fastest of us at running.” “Are too.” “Are not.” Meanwhile the fire that Rick had accidentally started had risen from “candle” to “campfire” Level. Applejack could see that between the two arguing fillies, despite the fact that arguing was already off the list of potential cutie marks, and the ball of metal, who was currently saying something about the thrill of danger, and herself, there was only pony in the room concerned with the danger of the growing flame. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. “Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo,” she said. The two fillies stopped arguing and looked at Applejack from across the room, through the smoke from Rick’s latest fire, not to be confused with smoke from the fire Rick made when he burned his way through the ceiling. “Ah' need you to open that there window.” “Why?” Sweetie Belle asked. “Don’t ask why just do it!” Without another word, both the remaining crusaders did as they were told. Scootaloo slid the pane up and Sweetie pushed open the shutters. Applejack gave the sphere a quick jab with her right for hoof and sent the core rolling out of the mini inferno it had made, which immediately died down without the heat source that had made it, unfortunately a new began to start up again under Rick’s new position. For the pony pushing it also caused reasonable amount of pain. “Ow! OW! OW! HOT!” Applejack exclaimed while waving her hoof in the air to cool it. “Why yes! Yes you are!” the Adventure Core replied. “That’s it!” and with that, partially out of annoyance partially for the very practical reason of removing a fire hazard, Applejack spun around and bucked Rick out the window. “Aww . Why did you have to go and to that? He was fun.” the pegasus whined with her alabaster friend matched her down trodden expression. “Because he started this gosh darn fire, that’s why!” “Ah’ m a comin’!” the voice of Apple Bloom sounded as the third crusader galloped down the hall. The filly had a tin bucket the size of herself filled to the brim with water. Unfortunately she did not handle the hairpin turn into the door well and bucket spilled into room; ironically the tidal wave this produced doused any residual flames still left burring in the room. Apple Jack breathed a sigh of relief now that she though the whole thing was over. “Man that was great!” the voice of the Adventure Sphere projected from outside. Applejack jumped in the air in surprise and all four ponies crowded around Apple Bloom’s open window. “I haven’t seen that much fire and action in one night since last explosion day. Well I’ll see ya’ in the morning. I’ll just sit out here and come up with adventure thoughts. I wait never mind it’s morning now, the dawn of a new danger and excitement filled day. We’ll see yah later then, good bye until whenever later is, you pretty pony lady.” And with that Rick finally fell silent. “I like him,” Sweetie Belle chirped. “Yah he’s cool, that adventure idea was pretty good after all Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo added with a smile. “See Ah’ told yah’ Adventrue’d be fun!” the yellow filly exclaimed. “You're not goin' anywhere with the ball a’ metal!” Applejack commanded. “Aww, but Applejack…” The young pony tried to make her best “puppy dog eyes” face, but her sister was apparently impervious. “No buts! That thing was here for ten minutes and it burned a hole though roof and started a fire in your room. Do you think I am really just gonna’ let you go around and get into who know what kinds of trouble with it…” “With Rick,” Sweetie Belle corrected. “Well you're never seeing ‘Rick’ again!” “Awww,” All three fillies simultaneously sighed. “But what about Twilight Sparkle?” the unicorn filly asked offhandedly. “What about Twilight Sparkle?” The older pony asked back. “We could take Rick to Twilight Sparkle and then she could tell us if he is dangerous or not,” Sweetie Belle finished. “Yah that’s a great idea!” Scootaloo added. “Twilight’s one of the most magically talented unicorns in all of Equestria, she’s sure to have some kinda’ spell that can tell us what Rick is.” “What do you mean? Of course he’s dangerous! HE. SET. THE. HOUSE. ON. FIRE!” Applejack counted. “Yah but that was an accident. And come on you thought Zecora was dangerous, and look how she turned out!” Apple Bloom pointed out. “Alright fine!” Applejack conceded after several seconds of expectant silence. “We’ll go to Twilight’s in the morning.” “But it’s already morning,” Sweetie Belle stated pointedly. “Then we’ll go after you three clean up this mess,” the orange earth pony said. “Aww but why we didn’t set the floor on fire,” Apple Bloom pleaded. “Ya'll can just think of it as your punishment for staying up all night,” Applejack replied as she exited the room and slammed the door behind her. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo closed the window again as Apple Bloom stared at the morning sky though her room’s new skylight. “How do you even clean up a hole?” she asked nopony in particular. _________________________________________________________ >Central Ai Resart failure comment |#307,001|: Why do even both with these things? It’s not like anyone else can hear me. -I can hear you, boss lady. WHAT IN THE WORLD? 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