//------------------------------// // Trixie Saves Her Paraplegic Orphan Daughter From Aliens // Story: Ramblings of An Angry God // by alexmagnet //------------------------------// “Mommy, what’s that sound?” The voice was soft as cotton, and sweet as honey, just like the little girl it belonged to. Daisy’s ears twitched as a distant rumbling sound echoed through the house. Her head cocked to the side, her sunshine mane flowing over her shoulders in a brilliant waterfall as she listened to the strange sound. Trixie smiled at her. The little filly lay on the rug in the middle of the room, a crayon in her mouth as she scribbled out a picture of two green ponies next to an orange house. Trixie didn’t have the heart to tell her that their house wasn’t orange. Ever since that freak saxophone accident had robbed Daisy of both her parents and her legs, Trixie had taken it upon herself to care for the orphaned filly. She had become something of a surrogate mother to the girl, as well as a father. These last few days had flown by, making it feel like no time at all had passed since the horrible incident. Trixie had come across Daisy during one of her trips to the outlying reaches of Equestria, finding the filly alone, friendless, parentless, and limbless. It hadn’t taken long to figure out what had happened to her, but it had taken even less time for Trixie to decide to take her in. After she had made amends with the citizens of Ponyville, and more specifically Twilight Sparkle, Trixie had turned a new leaf in her life, choosing to discard her old deceitful ways and instead live the life of a wandering mercenary. Using the skills a life on the road had taught her, she became an unmitigated badass. Known for her trademark dual-pistols, Julius Thunderfist and Pimp Slayer, her marksmanship was legendary. She could shoot a bee’s wings off at fifty yards and then shoot the bee as it fell. Of course, the life of a mercenary wasn’t an easy one, and it had taken a toll on her body. Gone were the days when her feminine wiles could woo any stallion into her bedchamber, a decade of badass chain-smoking and heavy drinking had turned her into a gruff, and manly mare with a penchant for wearing a pair of amber sunglasses and a red bandanna. During the griffon war, she had been contracted by the Equestrian military to act as a lone wolf operative and go behind enemy lines. She had been instructed only to gather intel whilst masquerading as a griffon infantryman at Camp Stormbeak, but her instincts told her otherwise. Breaking disguise, she had barreled into the center of the camp and started mowing down wave after wave of griffon soldiers, a cigarette clenched firmly between her teeth and wearing a scowl that could’ve uncurdled curdled milk only to curdle it again. After it was all over, she had left the camp in a daze, the sunglasses somehow having found their way onto her head and the bandanna having tied itself around her foreleg. Ever since then, she had never taken either off, calling them her lucky charms. It wasn’t long after this she had been contacted by the Brotherhood of Badasses to join their ranks. Of course, she had refused, saying that, “a group of stallions who sit around swilling wine and polishing their phallic symbols is hardly a Brotherhood of Badasses”. So, for a time, Trixie roamed the Equestrian countryside aimlessly, unsure of what to do with herself. Clearly she wouldn’t be able to return to civilized society, her baddassery wouldn’t allow it, but she couldn’t just eek out a living here in the ass end of nowhere. Well, she could, but she didn’t want to. That was when she found Daisy. Daisy, the blind paraplegic orphan had stolen her heart the moment she lay eyes on her, and from that moment on, Trixie knew what she was meant to do. “Mommy, the sound is getting louder.” Trixie set the half-empty bottle of whiskey aside and knocked her cigarette against the ashtray as she leaned forward in her chair, listening to the increasingly loud rumble that was starting to turn into a low whine. Damn kids... Trixie thought. She stood up and made for the door, making sure to step over the piece of paper Daisy had been coloring. She was a terrible artist, always coloring outside the lines. As she was about to open the door to shout at the neighbor’s kids, the whole back half of her house exploded in a shower of metal and wood that rained down on them like a shower of metal and wood. Trixie held up a hoof to shield her eyes from the blinding light that was pouring in through the newly created gaping hole in her ceiling... and the rest of the house. A robotic voice hissed and crackled into life, filling the room with its metallic screech. “Yarr! I be the good captain, Cyberbeard III, and we be comin’ to take yer daughter, yarr!” Mm, Trixie mused. Robot space pirates. Just as I expected. “Oh yeah?” Trixie said, summoning Julius and Pimp Slayer to her side and readying them. “Just try it.” She aimed the twin guns at the hole, waiting for anyone foolish enough to step into her sights. “Mommy, what’s happening?” Daisy asked, squirming around, trying to locate the source of the voice. “Sush now,” Trixie said quietly, “Mommy’s working.” She had only taken her eyes off the hole for a split second, but that had been all it had taken. A pair of canisters rolled into the room, clinking and clanking as they bounced into each other. With a short hiss, gas began seeping out, slowly filling the room. “Quick, Daisy, cover your mouth!” Trixie shouted. Trixie tried to cover her own mouth with her hoof, but some of the gas had already seeped into her lungs. She felt herself stiffening, eventually she collapsed in a heap on the ground, even her badass lungs were no match for the gas. Her last thoughts before she blacked out were, Space nerve gas. Just as I expected. When Trixie came to, the first thing she noticed was that the hole in her house was still there, unfortunately. But the second thing she noticed was that Daisy was gone. Her dainty amber form no longer occupied the ground in front of the coloring book. Damn robot space pirates, thought Trixie, they took the only pony I ever loved. How will I ever find her? As she stood up and dusted herself off, she noticed that Julius and Pimp Slayer were still laying on the ground where she had dropped them. At least the pirates had been dumb enough to leave her guns behind. Bending down to pick the pistols up, she noticed that the coloring book was on a different page and that there was a note written on it. If ye ever want to see yer slug again, yarr, come to the Sigma Beta Cluster and bring all yer booty. Damn pirates, Trixie thought for the second time, they’re always after my booty. Now that she had a destination, Trixie knew what she had to do. Daisy needed rescuing, and Trixie was just the mare to do it. But she’d need help. She wasn’t sure how to navigate the treacherous waters of space. She’d definitely need help. She’d need... Twilight. Scooping Julius and Pimp Slayer up, she briefly glanced at their pearly handles. Julius’s handle depicted a puny griffin being punched in the face by a crackling fist, while Pimp Slayer showed a griffon being backhanded into a pit of spikes. She recalled the last time she had had to use these guns, all those days ago. It was after that she had sworn to give up her gun-for-hire lifestyle and become an honest mare, staying at home to take care of Daisy and bake cookies on the weekends. Now these robot space pirates had taken that away from her. She had already gone to war once before, and she had made it out alive then, but this time... She cocked Julius and Pimp Slayer simultaneously. It’s personal.