Wake up. See this. What do? - Part 2: Raise the Flag (comment driven story)

by RazortheAwesome

Resist Temptation (or do you?)

Suddenly, time in the story seems to freeze and everyone stops what they are doing, quite literally in fact. In fact, it appears more as if somebody hit the pause button on reality rather than simply freezing time.

Equally suddenly, as soon as this happens, the avatar of RazortheAwesome appears in the room Q style.

He shouts to all of you as a bunch of colorful lights come up out of nowhere and confetti and streamers fall down from the ceiling Pinkie-Pie style.

"You've managed to resist temptation and NOT want to get high immediately after waking up from staring into the face of a Lovecraftian..... Well, more like Stephen Kingian, but that's beside the point, horror and surviving it. Cause come on, REALLY..... Think about it. You've just seen stuff that is what nightmares are made out of. Worse in fact cause in this universe, the stuff nightmares are made of actually has a physical presence... It's Nightmare Moon. Yeah, Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth, they all pretty much make Nightmare Moon look like a tiny, adorable puppy.... which they will then proceed to drown in a river in space for no other reason than it's cute and cuddly.

"But yes. Since SO MANY of you expressed a rather strong desire to just say 'f*ck that' and get high anyway when Jason was in the hospital. I thought I would give you all a little test. Really, the entire point of having Jason returning to Lyra and Bon Bon's house and doing nothing but flopping on the couch was all an elaborate setup just to put you guys in a position to see if you would actually do it. I'm surprised none of you caught on to that.

"So you've passed. And I have to say. I am so proud of you.... Well..... most of you at least..... some of you....... Okay I'm proud of all of you. Especially YOU, Adrian (that probably isn't your name but it was worth it to mess with the heads of all the Adrians in the world). As a reward. You will get a special bonus chapter at the end of this one for next time. What will that bonus chapter be? Well, you'll just have to read the chapter and find out won't you. *insert evil smile here* But yes. Since the majority of you have elected to NOT get high and instead do other things, only the non getting high comments will be used. So yes. With that out of the way, let's get back to the story."

And with that, the avatar of RazortheAwesome suddenly disappeared in the same manner in which he appeared, taking all of the confetti and streamers with him, and time/reality had begun to flow normally again.

Jason, rest up. You're going to need it.

Jason: go to sleep.
You'll need it.

Sleep you half-dead bastard.

Relax on the couch, and relieve the soreness in your muscles with magic, but be weary

Action: Take a rest. Hopefully that have the same logic as RPG's and get you fully healed.

Do the 2 of the 3 S's of life:
Shit - seriously, when was the last time you did that?
Shower - again, when was the last time you did that?
...and then sleep. Before you ask, no, sleep is not of the 3 S's of life.

Despite just coming out of the hospital, and being asleep for well over 24 hours of what they told you is true, all you wanna do right now is just get some rest. Or at the very least, just sit where you are right now and not do anything for a while. It hurts to move enough as it is. At least your left arm feels fine.

"You... you want some water?" Bon Bon suddenly asks. You were lost there for a moment, so you forgot that she was standing right there.

"Yeah, sure," you say to her. "That'd be fine." You are kind of thirsty. Without another word, Bon Bon disappears into the kitchen and you hear the sound of water running a few moments later. While you wait you look over to Lyra, whose still sitting next to you. She's looking at you with a look on her face that's a mix of both worry, and having no idea what to say. You don't really know what to say to her either, to be honest.

It doesn't take very long for Bon Bon to come back, and when she does, she walks into the room with a glass of water balanced on her back in a way that you think probably isn't a good idea for an earth pony. You could chalk this up to her just being used to this, since she's clearly not a unicorn and all, but your first intuition turns out to be right, as on her way towards you, she accidentally hits her front right hoof on the corner of the coffee table, which causes the glass to fall over and shatter on the floor. If you had to guess, she probably wasn't paying that much attention to where she was going cause all her attention was on you.

"Oh, Celestia!" Bon Bon shouts as soon as that happens.

"You okay Bonnie?" Lyra asked, sounding more worried than she needed to be.

"I'm fine," Bon Bon replies before she turns her attention back to you. "I'll get you another one, just-"

"Wait!" You say before she can say another word. Something just crossed your mind.... you need to try this.

Slowly, you get up off of the couch. Lyra tries to stop you, but you gently push her hoof away. You then move over to the shattered remains of the glass and slowly get on one knee. Thankfully you don't step on any of it. Bon Bon just steps away for a moment.

You look at the broken glass and water on the floor for a moment. Then, you hold out your hand as if you were holding the glass.

"Reforma in manu mea," you say aloud, and the moment those words leave your mouth, the shards of the glass, as if by some unseen force or magic, all come into your hand and repair themselves as if they were never even broken. Not only that, but the water comes up off of the floor as well and moves itself back into the glass.

So... all of what you've been doing with this wasn't just a fluke... You actually can do it.

Lyra and Bon Bon can only stare with their mouths hanging open. Which is probably the same reaction you'd give if you saw something like this. Slowly, you put the glass on the coffee table and sit back down on the couch. Lyra and Bon Bon keep their eyes on the glass for several moments, as do you. Even all of the microbes and germs that might have been on the ground are gone from the glass and water. The water is as pure as when it came from the faucet. You have no idea how you know that... You just... do.

"I'll..... I'll get you another one." Bon Bon says as she walks back into the kitchen. You can't really blame her for not wanting to touch that glass. Even though you know it's safe, you kind of don't want to either.

Eventually, Lyra tears her eyes away from the glass of water, and then at you.

Get some food, chump-with-a-lack-of-calories. That belly isn't going to defend itself from a possible assassination in your sleep.

"Um... Jason," she finally says to you. "You want me to.... run out for a pizza or something?" She flashes you an innocent looking smile as she says this.

"You have pizza here?" is all you can bring yourself to say. What, you're kind of surprised about that.

"Yeah," Lyra says, looking a little confused. "Of course we do."

"Please tell me you have pepperoni," you say without thinking.

"What's pepperoni?" she responds, and suddenly from your perspective things look awful.

"Nevermind," you say. Of course they wouldn't have it. They're herbivores. While you have little doubt that they can grasp the concept of what a pizza is, it makes sense that meat wouldn't even be an option for them. "Yeah, yeah I'd like that." you say to her. "Just get whatever."

"All right," Lyra says as she hops off of the couch and walks towards the door. She seems uneasy for some reason. Then again, you would be too if you were her. She probably just wants to get out of the house for a little while.

Also, ask if Lyra or Bon Bon could go get Spike. Send a letter to Celestia. She seemed to be 'in the know', so if anyone will know exactly what Haypennywise was, she would. If not, she should be told. You can plan with her, so tell Fax Machine - I mean, Spike - to send her a letter about it. Also, ask if perhaps there's someone she knows and trusts implicitly who is strong enough to assist who has a lot of free time on their hooves, to teach you something about how to fight with magic. Any little bit helps.

Tell either Lyra and Bon Bon to get to Spike and tell him to send a letter to the Princesses.

1: Has Celestia been told about what happened in the forest with that Pennywise... pony... thing? If not, I recommend you inform her about that ASAP. Because, y'know, rulers tend to want to know when horrifying abominations against nature are roaming around their lands, attacking their citizens.

Suddenly, something dawns on you, and it hits you like a brick to the face (you really need to come up with a better metaphor).

"Lyra wait!" you say to her just as she opens the door. Before she can leave she turns to face you. "While you're out..." you begin to say. "Do you think you could swing by the library and ask Spike to send a message to Celestia if he hasn't already." You really hate to ask her this, but you can barely move as it is, and you really feel like this has to get done now. "Tell her what's going on, and tell her..." you begin to say, but you pause for a moment. Part of you doesn't really want to say this out loud while she's around, bit it is important. "Something bad is about to happen." And just as you say that, Bon Bon walks back into the room with another glass of water. "I can feel it. I don't know how, but I just can." Those words hang heavily in the air for several moments.

"A..... All right," Lyra says before she walks out the door and closes it behind her. That's it. Whether or not that gets done is entirely in Lyra's hooves right now.

You have no idea how, but if Spike was able to send a message to the princess before when Twilight was chasing you, then he should be able to do it again. This time though, it would be more important.

Without saying anything, Bon Bon walks over and offers you the glass of water, which you take with your good hand.

"Do you need anything else?" she asks you with the same look of uneasiness that Lyra had.

"No, no thanks," you say to her as you take another sip of water. "I'm all right." Without saying anything else, Bon Bon just nods and heads upstairs. You just stay where you are for a moment with the glass of water in your hand. Somehow.... even though you are thirsty.... it's not what you want right now.

Put up a shield around the house with your powers.

shield house when the ponies fall asleep

Speaking of which, summons a bunch of barriers. One for you room, a pair for Lyra and Bon Bon, one plus seven for your hidden stash of weed, one on that cereal box of Cheerios (don't know why, they make you happy), one for all the windows, INDESTRUCTIBLE WALLS... INDESTRUCTIBLE WALLS EVERYWHERE. Oh, and an triggered alarm on the welcome mat that will jolt you awake if you go to sleep.

The thought does occur to you to put a shield around the entire house, but you figure you'll wait until Lyra gets home. Just in case she can't get inside. Still.....

"Lyram prótege," you say. Hopefully that will do something to protect her. Then again.... "Ut parietes domus indissolubili," you say. That should hopefully make the house indestructible. At least, you hope it does. You're still not really sure how this power works exactly.

Wait...

When you were on earth, that man told you to read some book to research something, but before you could, you were tp'd to this dimension. Its bout damn time you read this book as you put it off for too long, so depending if you have it with you, get it out, and read that &@$# until you can speak it out word for motherbucking word........or smoke some pot before doing this to put a comedy element in this story

Reflect on the fight you and your Great Grandfather engaged in. Remember that he summoned a Silver Knife Storm and that it was pretty effective. Realize that your Grandfather summoned whatever he desired in his fight. You remember that book the Captain gave you before you ended up in Equestria. Summon that book with your Latin Powers, it may hold the key to your salvation.

meditate
try to see and feel the power within yourself

Silas... That old man from the boat. The Sons of Dunwich guy. He gave you some kind of latin dictionary when you met him. You never really got a change to read it cause well, when you went to sleep, you woke up here, and obviously you didn't bring it with you cause you didn't sleep with it, but still....

You remember that during the fight with the clown demon pony.... thing, that your great-grandfather was able to summon knives out of the air. He could summon whatever he wanted. If he could do that, then maybe...

"Accerso librum Latinam," you say aloud, and like with before, as you say it. It appears in your hand. You're... actually surprised that worked. It's the same book, imperfections and all. You almost didn't think it would for a second. You don't waste a moment opening it and reading it. This may hold the key to your survival.

And your heart sinks to the core of the planet the moment you see what's on the first page.

Nothing.

The page is blank.

You immediately turn to the next page, but it's blank too, as is the next, and the next, and the next. The entire book is blank. How? How could it....

And suddenly the truth hits you like a ton of knives (there, that's more original). Your great-grandfather summoned those knives from nothing. They were something that was created from his mind. He knew what he wanted to summon, he knew what they looked like and what they were. You knew what you wanted to summon, it was the book, but you had no idea what was in it. So what you ended up summoning was a book that looked exactly like what Silas gave you, but is blank because you have no idea what was in that book.

Then at that point, you realize something.

Every time you've done something with these powers, you've always seen it happen in your head as you do it. After all, when you repaired the glass of water earlier, you saw it happen in your head as you said the words. It's not just the words that are giving you power, but your own mind, your own imagination as well. You have to think, imagine what you want to have happen as you say the words.

The words may as well be meaningless, they are merely a conduit for what you come up with in your own imagination. It worked before cause you knew exactly what you wanted to do. If you want to do this again.... you have to know what you want to have happen. You're still not sure why this is only specific to Latin, but if this is true, multiple commands can do the same thing. All that matters is what you are imagining happening as you say them.

So, basically, you can't summon the book because you haven't read it, and because you haven't read it, you have no idea what's in it and can't create it again.

This only causes you to drop the book and slump down into the couch even further. You still have a lot to learn with these powers. Perhaps tomorrow, you could experiment a little, test them out. Right now though, you could practically fall asleep where you are.

Ghost Sombra
Do something.

You are the ghost of king Sombra that is "haunting" Twilight Sparkle.

What do you do?

Sweet Apple Acres

*Sweet Apple Acre's Barnhouse.*
*Door opens to reveal Appleflacks*
Brauburn: AJ!
Applejack: Brauburn?
(I'm not sure this short part gave it a dramatic pause, but I'm stinking to it! Sticking, I mean.)

*Braeburn and Little Strongheart return to the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse and open the door to discover Applejack, Big Macintosh, and Applebloom have all returned home. They're all naturally shocked to see them.*

Applejack: Braeburn!?

Braeburn: Cousin Applejack!

*Dramatic pause*

...

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...

...

...

*Suddenly, Applejack runs up to Braeburn and hugs her cousin. He returns her hug.*

BB: It's good to see you cous.

AJ: Good to see you to Braeburn.

*They let go, Applejack turns to Little Strongheart.*

AJ: Little Strongheart?

Little Strongheart: *doing her best Braeburn impression* Howdy.

*They all share a laugh at that.*

AJ: Can't say Ah expected to see you.

LS: It's good to see you again too.

*They hug.*

AJ: What brings ya'll out here?

BB: Well uh..... uh..... uh..... uh....

LS: *under her breath so nopony hears* By Celestia, please tell me you came up with something you could've told her......... Oh my Celestia.... you didn't did you?

Zecora's hut

-In the Everfree-
GF: Uggghhh.... What happened? *feels lump on head*
Kirk: I feel like I attacked an asshole and somehow lost.
Zecora: Shh, my visitors from afar, it is not often I give ghosti to those who have seen so many stars. Drink of this brew, and better feeling will be you.
*both drink tea*
Kirk: Right, bones.... What did you tell her?!?!?!?!

*Kirk and Gordon Freebrony are waking up still feel like crap since they did just try to kill each other after all.*

Gordon Freebrony: Ugh.... What happened?

Kirk: I feel like I attacked an asshole and somehow lost.

Zecora: Zecora: Shh, my visitors from afar, it is not often I give ghosty to those who have seen so many stars. Drink of this brew, and better feeling will be you.

*Kirk just looks at his tea for a moment, but after he sees Gordon drink his, he drinks some too.*

K: Right... Bones, what did you tell her?

McCoy: Enough for her to know that she can trust us.

*Gordon Freebrony laughs to himself for a bit.*

GF: I don't believe it. You actually got Spock to let you violate the prime directive.

*They all stare at him for a moment.*

Train Station

*Appaloosa train station*
Workers are moving around cargo from place to place. Namely equipment for the Cherry Jubilee's workplace, wood and steel for construction, and some other things of the Buffalo. Until, some pony noticed unlisted cargo.
Worker: Hey Heavy, check this is out. Where do ya think this goes?
Heavy: Seems like an contraption mean't for somethin' that goes to the same place other weird shipments go. I think we should leave that ta Sunglasses.
*Bright pony with sunglasses appears out of no where*
Sunglasses: Ya called?
Heavy and Worker: Ah!
Worker 1: For al' what Celestia despise, stop sneaking up on us like that! Do we have to go through this every Thursday?!
Sunglasses: Well, howdy to you too, Mornin' Juice! Bright and early as always, ain'tcha?
Morning: That still doesn't mean Ahm prone to heart aches!
Heavy: Sometimes Ah wonder what you've been do'in with that son of a fancy gun Grey Rebl...
Sunglasses: That's classifiahd. Ah know it ain't no secret half of the town enlisted into a "special training operation" in an interest for good security for Appaloosa by the government, but we gotta keep quiet about what we do incase of any leaks. Then again, this town is pretty much is a headquarters for the military, made of cowponies and farmers.
Heavy: There you go with them same excuses with all them fancy words...
Morning: Anyways, ain't this somethin' for your 'headquarters'?
Sunglasses: Hmm. Seems like it. But Ah haven't been told anythin' about it. I'll check it in just in case.
Morning: Before ya go, can at least tell what this is? It's makin' me antsy...
Sunglasses: Is because of how big it is or is it because of the time-mathimatical-thingy on it?
Morning: Both.
Sunglasses: Ah have no idea.

*Workers were moving cargo from place to place, both on and off the train. Some was wool and steel for construction and other things, others were being stored for other trains, until two workers opened up a door to a boxcar, only to be met by a bunch of strange ponies resembling engineers and scientists they've never seen before, as well as an unlisted cargo.*

Worker 1: So, where's this going to?

Engineer: That's classified. Nothing you need to know about?

Worker 1: Classified? What do ya-

*Another worker stops him and gets a good look at the box*

Worker 2: Seems like an contraption mean't for somethin' that goes to the same place other weird shipments go. I think we should leave that ta Sunglasses.

*Suddenly from behind them a bright pony wearing sunglasses appears out of nowhere.*

Sunglasses: Ya called?

Both Workers: Ah!

Worker 1: For al' what Celestia despise, stop sneaking up on us like that! Do we have to go through this every Thursday?!

Sunglasses: Well, howdy to you too, Mornin' Juice! Bright and early as always, ain'tcha?

Worker 1: That still doesn't mean Ahm prone to heart aches!

Worker 2: Sometimes Ah wonder what you've been do'in with that son of a fancy gun Grey Re-... *the other pony silences him, but the sunglasses pony just cracks a smile.*

Sunglasses: That's classifiahd. Anyways, what do we got here?

Worker 1: Ah don't know. Ain't it somethin' for your 'headquarters'?

Sunglasses: Hmm. Seems like it. But Ah haven't been told anythin' about it. I'll check it in just in case.

*Engineer from before steps forward.*

Engineer: I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid we-

*Suddenly, one of the other engineer ponies in the car puts a hoof on his shoulder and just gives this weird smile at him. At that, the engineer pony seems to relax a bit.

Engineer: My apologies. It's all yours.

Sunglasses: Thank you. Now how 'bout you two help me with this thing? *Says to the two workers*

*Both the workers lift it off the train.*

Worker 1: Before ya take it away, can at least tell what this is? It's makin' me antsy...

Sunglasses: Is because of how big it is or is it because of the time-mathimatical-thingy on it?

Worker 1: Both.

Sunglasses: Ah have no idea.

Sherif Silverstar's house, a few moments later.

Setting: Appleloosa, residential area
Sheriff Silverstar walks home after a long day, tired from all of the bustling commotion of the train arriving in town and the fact that the government ponies quickly ushered many of them away before anypony could get a good look at the marked crates, especially the one in the large unmarked boxcar. He walked through his front door and taking off his badge, proceeded towards the kitchen, when suddenly he was hit from behind with a blunt object.
Several Hours Later....
He awoke to find himself in a dark room, tied to a chair, more specifically, his basement as he recognized the curtains that his darling wife put up last week to, in her words, brighten the room up some. As the dimly lit basement came into focus, he saw that across from him sat a doppelganger.
Silverstar: What in tarnation is this?!
Doppelganger: Good, he's awake.
He looked around and found himself surround on all sides by a mixture of various ponies and changelings.
Silverstar: Changelings?!
Changeling 1: Yes.
Silverstar: How long have yall been in MY town?
Changeling 2: Long enough to replace a few members of your town.
Silverstar: What?
Changeling 2: Well, some of us recently got here on your afternoon express from the desert.
Silverstar: Some? You mean several of yall were already here?
Silverstar's Wife: Oh don't act so surprised, dear, I mean after all, it's not like you could tell the difference between us and the regular ponies. We have gotten quite adept at the art of deception over the past few months.
Silverstar: WHERE'S MY WIFE?!
Silverstar's Wife: Oh, she's out in the desert. Buried. Alive.
Silverstar: You sons o' bitches!
Changeling 3: Please, Sheriff, your screams fall on deaf ears.
Silverstar: When I break free I will...
A glint of metal appeared in the darkness as a single shot rang out, the bullet piercing through his head, rendering the once proud sheriff of Appleloosa dead, now to be replaced by his double.
Changeling 4: That escalated quickly.
???: He was starting to annoy me.
Changeling 5: What shall we do now, Miss?
???: Proceed with the plan. You six *pointing at the originals from Appleloosa and the Sheriff's double* keep to your posts. The day is coming and we must be prepared for it.
Changeling 6: And the rest of us?
???: We return to Ponyville and Canterlot where we are expected. Our orders are clear now that the package has been delivered. MOVE OUT!
Changelings: Yes, Ma'am!
Changeling SIlverstar: What about his body, Miss Derpy Hooves?
Derpy: Bury next to his wife's. I'm sure they'll make for a fine couple in the afterlife.
They all proceed outside, one taking off with the body of Silverstar as Derpy floats wistfully in the air of Appleloosa, looking down upon the cooling bustle of the desert town, the train station and yard still alight with frantic work.
Derpy: The stage is set and the players are in place for the curtain call, Risen Flag.

*Sheriff Silverstar walks home after a long day, tired from all of the bustling commotion of the train arriving in town and the fact that the government ponies quickly ushered many of them away before anypony could get a good look at the unmarked crates, especially the one in the large unmarked boxcar. He walked through his front door and taking off his badge, proceeded towards the kitchen, when suddenly he was hit from behind with a blunt object.*

*He awoke to find himself in a dark room, tied to a chair, more specifically, his basement as he recognized the curtains that his darling wife put up last week to, in her words, brighten the room up some. As the dimly lit basement came into focus, he saw that across from him sat a doppelganger.*

Silverstar: What in tarnation is this?!

???: Good, he's awake.

*He looked around and found himself surround on all sides by a mixture of various ponies and changelings.*

Silverstar: Changelings?!

Changeling 1: Yes.

Silverstar: How long have yall been in MY town?

Changeling 2: Long enough to replace a few members of your town.

Silverstar: What?

Silverstar's Wife: Oh don't act so surprised, dear, I mean after all, it's not like you could tell the difference between us and the regular ponies. We have gotten quite adept at the art of deception over the past few months.

Silverstar: WHERE'S MY WIFE?!

Silverstar's Wife: Oh, she's out in the desert. Buried. Alive.

Silverstar: You sons o' bitches!

Changeling 3: Please, Sheriff, your screams fall on deaf ears.

Silverstar: When I break free I will...

*A glint of metal appeared in the darkness as a single, almost silent, shot rang out, the bullet piercing through his head, rendering the once proud sheriff of Appleloosa dead, now to be replaced by his double.

Changeling 4: Well, that escalated quickly.

???: He was starting to annoy me.

Changeling 5: What shall we do now?

???: Proceed with the plan. You six *pointing at the originals from Appleloosa and the Sheriff's double* I trust you remember what your mission is. Now get to work. The day is coming and we must be prepared for it.

Changeling 6: And the rest of us?

???: We will return to Canterlot where we are expected. Our orders are clear now that the package has been delivered. MOVE OUT!

Changelings: Yes, Ma'am!

Changeling SIlverstar: What about his body, my Queen?

Queen Chrysalis: Bury next to his wife's. I'm sure they'll make for a fine couple in the afterlife.

*They all proceed outside, one taking off with the body of Silverstar as Derpy floats wistfully in the air of Appleloosa, looking down upon the cooling bustle of the desert town, the train station and yard still alight with frantic work.*

Queen Chrysalis: The stage is set and the players are in place for the curtain call, Risen Flag.

Meanwhile on the USS Enterprise, in the cargo hold:
Roseluck, places the third crate full of exploding mechanical spiders, as per the request of BronzeStatue, next to the other boxes, each one labeled: WARNING - MECHANICAL SPIDERS.
Roseluck: *dials phone* Hey, yeah, it's me.
Daedaltheus: Did you deliver them?
Roseluck: Yeah but I've run into a slight problem.
DXIV: Oh?
Roseluck: HOW DO I GET OUT OF HERE!?
DXIV: The same way you got in.
Roseluck: THEY CREW IS ON ITS WAY BACK IN AND THEY ARE BLOCKING THE ENTRANCE!
DXIV: You could just kill them.
Roseluck: I know that but...
DXIV: Come on. Just last week you killed that entire ninja clan hiding out in the mountains. While they were wearing invisibility cloaks and stalking you to kill you.
Roseluck: They had it coming and you told me to kill them.
DXIV: So then just kill the crew of the Enter...
Lily (background of the phone call): Daedaltheus, lunch is ready.
DXIV: Tell you what. Snap their necks and call me in five, kay?
Roseluck: DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERF- *click*
Roseluck: It could be worse. *starts humming this*

Somewhere

*Roseluck, places the third crate, as per the request of BronzeStatue, next to the other boxes, each one labeled: WARNING - MECHANICAL SPIDERS.*

Roseluck: *dials phone* Hey, yeah, it's me.

Daedaltheus: Did you deliver them?

Roseluck: Yeah, but I've run into a slight problem.

DXIV: Oh?

Roseluck: HOW DO I GET OUT OF HERE!?

DXIV: The same way you got in.

Roseluck: THEY CREW IS ON IT'S WAY BACK IN AND THEY ARE BLOCKING THE ENTRANCE!

DXIV: You could just kill them.

Roseluck: I know that but...

DXIV: Come on. Just last week you killed that entire ninja clan hiding out in the mountains. While they were wearing invisibility cloaks and stalking you... to kill you.

Roseluck: They had it coming, and you told me to kill them.

DXIV: So then just kill the crew of the Enter-

Lily: *background of the phone call* Daedaltheus, lunch is ready.

DXIV: Tell you what. Snap their necks and call me in five, kay?

Roseluck: DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERF- *click*

Roseluck: *Sighs* Well, it could be worse. *starts humming this*

The Engine Room

-On the Enterprise-
Chekov: Sir, I haf been in communication with >> Grey Rebl >> Broniesrponies2 >> SwimmingDalek98 and >> Bronze Statue. They haf need to get to our ship. I sent out spare suits for them, while they will use their shuttles' life support to re-fill the tanks enough to get to the Enterprise.
Scotty: Uggh! I'm a bloody idiot! Chekov, keep in contact with them. I'm going to jerry-rig the shuttles together to get more life support and to re-activate the powah.
Chekov: Aye, sir.

Chekov: Sir, I haf been in communication with BRP, Nana and the hackers. They haf need to get to our ship. I sent out spare suits for them, while they will use their shuttles' life support to re-fill the tanks enough to get to the Enterprise.

Scotty: Uggh! I'm a bloody idiot! Chekov, keep in contact with them. I'm going to jerry-rig the shuttles together to get more life support and to re-activate the powah.

Chekov: Aye, sir.

The hackers, BRP and Bronze Statue arrive in the port shuttle bay and sprint to the various shuttles. BRP, Bronze Statue and hackers 1-5 including 2.5 arrive in the first shuttle. They look out at the other, still running hackers and take note of the colour of their shirts.
BRP: I have this horrible feeling.
Bronze Statue: The feeling that wearing a red shirt is highly disadvantageous?
BRP: Yes.
Virtually all of the hackers wearing red shirts run into the same shuttle. BRP goes and bangs his helmet against the wall repeatedly. It leaves a small dent.
Bronze Statue: Ummm, what do you think is going to happen?
BRP: That shuttle is going to crash in a horribly dramatic way.
The hackers get their various asses in gear and get all of the shuttles up and proceeding gently towards a still closed hangar door as the air cycles out of the bay. The "red" shuttle takes the lead and waits just in front of the door. BRP starts slamming his helmet against the wall even harder.
Steve *from the drivers seat* : how are we going to open the doors?
Bronze Statue: *Eyeing BRP* I would hazard a guess at dramatically
The radio crackles on.
Hacker 14: This is Dylan, we need to open the door. Do you have any suggestions?
BRP Instantly responds: GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THAT DOOR! We will come forwards and do something about it.
Hacker 14: Why? Why can't we do it?
BRP Just get away from the door. CAREFULLY!
Hacker 14: Okay, okay. Sheesh.
ANd with that, the door exploded inwards because of a glitch resulting from Slenderpony's virus inside the system shifting power to certain sections of the ship. The doors had been locked, but there had been a steadily increasing amount of power attempting to open them. Finally, the locking mechanism cracked and then shattered causing the multiple tons of metal door to fly inwards as opposed to their normal iris maneuver. Huge pieces of metal careened into the "red" shuttle, shattering the cockpit glass and obliterating hacker 14. The air rushed out as shrapnel blew in, ricocheting around the interior. A few hackers were sucked out into the shuttle bay, the rest died inside the shuttle. By some freak event, a chunk of shrapnel hit the control lever in precisely the correct way to push it all the way forwards. The "red" shuttle blasted clear of the bay and flew into open space, taking the majority of the wreckage of the door with it. The remaining people in the bay just watched. Some threw up.
BRP turned and put his head in his hands. Bronze Statue walked over and looked at him.
Bronze Statue: It wasn't your fault. They were dead the moment that they all piled into that shuttle.
BRP: I know. I just feel responsible for some reason.
Bronze Statue: Why? It's not like you wrote it down, describing what was going to happen in great detail.
BRP: I know. I just can't help the feeling that it was my fault.
Bronze Statue: You tried to stop it.
Steve (still hacker 1): We are recieving a text communication!
BRP: What does it say?
Steve *slowly*: "ha ha ha. We fooled you so hard. Oh my god. The look on your faces. ha ha ha. signed Dylan."
BRP: I'm going to fucking kill them all myself.
Steve: and another one.
BRP: and what does that one say?
Steve: "Holy crap, we got you again. Of course we all died. Who could survive that. You are such an easy mark. Oh Em Gee, Oh Em Gee, Oh Em Gee. You guys are the biggest suckers ever"
Bronze Statue: I remember Dylan. He always loved to prank people.
BRP: If he tries to haunt me, I am going to do something terrible to his ghost.
Bronze Statue: Cheer up. At least now hes dead.
BRP: This is the weirdest consolation ever.

Steve: Uh, the doors for the Shuttles are locked. How are we suppose to get in?
Hacker 3: We could have the Daleks cut it open li—
Hacker 4: And let the vacuum of space take away the air because we took away the air lock?
Hacker 3: Oh, right.
Hacker 2: Well, that's why we have our AI's with us. Right guys?
Nana: BRP, plug Hugh and I into the Shuttle's door locks.
BRB: I don't think my wristwatch can connect to this type of technology. Not unless we have an idea of the schematics...
Nana: I was integrated into the ship, I believe there is some bit of code that we can use. Just keep the watch close to the console instead. Brace yourself. *BRP did so, and his watch sparked with blue electricity and connected with the console.* I'm making a bridge for you, Hugh. Make it quick though, this takes up processing space.
Hacker 3: Cool! I didn't know you could do that.
Nana: BRP, don't move away unless you want us to get unceremoniously ripped and removed form your wristwatch.

*The Daleks finish cutting through the doors to the port side hangar*

BRP: Okay go!

*BRP, the hackers, and the Dalek escorts all sprint towards the shuttles, only to find them locked.*

Steve: Great, the doors for the Shuttles are locked. How are we suppose to get in?

Hacker 3: We could have the Daleks cut it open li—

Steve: And let the vacuum of space take away the air because we took away the air lock?

Hacker 3: Oh, right.

*Suddenly, BRP gets a VERY worried look on his face*.

BRP: Suddenly I have this horrible feeling.

Bronze Statue: The feeling that wearing a red shirt is highly disadvantageous?

BRP: Yes.

*They both look around, NONE of the hackers are wearing red shirts. They're pretty much all wearing their street clothes, as if they were just taken right out of the blue and right in the middle of whatever it was they were doing when they left.*

BRP: OH THANK GOD!!!

Steve: Please tell me you didn't seriously think that bullsh*t.

BRP: Yes, yes I did.

Steve: WHY OH WHY!?

Nana: BRP, plug Hugh and I into the Shuttle's door locks.

BRB: I... I don't think my wristwatch can connect to this type of technology. Not unless we have an idea of the schematics...

Nana: I was integrated into the ship, I believe there is some bit of code that we can use. Just keep the watch close to the console instead. Brace yourself. *BRP did so, and his watch sparked with blue electricity and connected with the console.* I'm making a bridge for you, Hugh. Make it quick though, this takes up processing space.

Hacker 3: Cool! I didn't know you could do that.

Nana: BRP, don't move away unless you want us to get unceremoniously ripped and removed form your wristwatch. This shouldn't take more than a few moments.