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First Operation Arc:
To Scare a Changeling
Unit 6772 wasn’t in the best of moods. Due to his memory linker being faulty he was unable to across the memories of the pony known as Steel Hooves. That had left him at a disadvantage when he tried to pretend he was the blank flank pony. Since he couldn’t use the pony’s memories he couldn’t make himself believable, and out of habit he had fallen back into the habits of his last disguise. That didn’t work out as much as he had hoped. He had learn to late that the mysterious pony had been a better worker then he first thought, and throughout the entire day the farmer would scold him for making a mistake he shouldn’t have.
Who does that inferior pony thinks she is? Ordering me around, 6772 thought, his mood shifting into a bit of anger.
The changeling’s mood quick changed again, going from angry to a bit confuse. He was confused when the younger ponies had come up to him and called him by a strange name. He had dismissed it at the young just playing some sort of game.
“I just live with these creatures until the end and I don’t think I would ever understand them,” 6772 mumbled in exhaustion.
With a heavy sigh, the drone let all of the day’s frustrations go into the back of his mind as he silently made his way though the darken town. The hour was late, most ponies had retired for the night and that made it prefect for the drone make his way to the base to give a not to great report.
Let’s hope the commander’s in an understanding mood, tonight, 6772 thought as misery started set in the drone’s mind.
The drone suddenly stopped, body tensing. He began looking around, feeling something wasn’t right. Despite being intelligent like a pony-maybe more intelligent then ponies-changelings also live by their instincts. Because of their own living conditions and their food gathering methods, changelings had developed heavy fight or flight responds.
And right now all of 6772’s instincts were telling him to run!
The drone pushed this flight respond to the back of his head, as he turned his eyes back to their normal state, so he could use the natural night vision that all changelings process. He tried to act casual as he scanned the area. He made a quick sweep and when he found nothing out of the ordinary, sigh with a hint of relief, relaxed slightly, and morphed his eyes back to the pony’s natural coloring.
I have been here for nearly three months and I’m still jumping at shadows, 6772 thought with a bit of bitter sarcasm. Would my instructors love to see me now?
The changeling was about to resume his journey to their base of operations when a sudden twig snapping caught his attention. His body tensed again, and his instincts were once again pushing against his conscious mind, telling me to make a break for it. He pushed those feelings back again, and began looking around, changing his eyes back to their natural state again. His head snapped over his right shoulder when he heard another twig snap, but didn’t see anything. He kept that position for about a minute, not leaving things to change.
He sighs with growing exasperation, and faced forward, only to nearly jump out of his pony skin when he saw the orange and purple Pegasus filly from earlier standing in front of him.
“Hey, Mister HM!!” Orange, as the changeling would call her due to never learning her actually name, said cheerfully, “Whatcha you doing out this late?”
6772 took a point to regain his composure, and change his eyes back before saying as firmly as possible, “I think the real question here, little filly, is what are you doing out here so late?”
Orange just shrugged and replied chirpily, “I always out this late. This is the best time to do my tricks! Besides, it’s like nopony at home would realize I’m missing.” Though, she meant to say that last part to herself the changeling was still able to hear it.
Being a changeling, even one in disguise, 6772 was still about to pick up on emotions, and he detected a faint hint of bitterness coming off of the hatchling. He quickly pushed his own curiosity out of his head and focus on the task of escaping.
“But…” the filly titled her head slightly to the left, “…what are you doing out here? Didn’t the Apples put you up until you can make it on your own?”
6772 began to panic slightly, but thanks to years of mental training he was able to keep it from showing. Instead, he focused on making up an excuse that the youngling would buy.
“Well, you see…” 6772 said after a moment of pause, “I was feeling restless, with losing all my belongings, and I felt like a small stroll would help ease my mind.”
Orange nodded, and that caused the changeling to smile mentally, thinking he had just won over this little battle of the minds. Suddenly the filly’s demeanor completely changed, going from near innocent to deadly serious in a heartbeat.
“Or maybe…” Orange began to flip her wings, allowing her to hover high enough to see in the disguise creature’s eyes, “…You’re a changeling that replaced my friend,” but the end of the sentence the filly’s tone had become sharper, aimed directly at the changeling.
6772 was panicking so much he feared it would start to show. He began to take a cautious step back, eyes darting around for an escape route. He couldn’t find one as more fillies and a lone colt emerged from the shadows. How he missed them all with his superior vision he didn’t know, nor did he care at the moment. The look he was getting from the six was unnerving. It remained him of the time when the hive had attacked Canterlot and he watched as six inferior ponies had beaten the changelings like it was nothing.
“What are you hatchlings talking about?” 6772 asked nervously. “I’m no changeling. I’m just a wondering pony. Remember, you found me after my accident and were kind enough to help me. Remember?”
The young ponies didn’t seem convinced as one, the youngest Apple 6772 realized, stepped forward. The changeling frowns when he realized she was dangerously close to him, but held his ground, thinking little of the youths in front of him.
“Oh, we remember,” the young apple said seriously. “But, there’s one difference…you weren’t there!”
The filly suddenly snapped around and tried to buck the changeling in the face. Out of instincts 6772 un-morphed his wings and took to the sky. The changeling’s face fell as he realized what he just did, and looked at the hatchlings. To his surprise the group didn’t looked all that surprised either.
‘Umm, I can explain,” 6772 said weakly.
Unfortunately for the changeling, the fillies and colt didn’t like ready to talk things out. 6772 instincts kicked into high gear and this time he listen to them. He zoomed over the hatchlings and made a straightway to the base. He was about a block away from the changelings’ base when training overtook instincts and he slowed to a hover. The changeling landed and morphed his wings into his back as the words of his instructor emerged from his sub-consciousness.
“Remember, if exposed by any means, don’t lead the enemy to your unit! That way, your fellow changeling can continued on if you‘re captured.”
6772 growled slightly as he turned a corner and went in the opposite direction of the changelings’ current base. He knew this area well enough that he could navigate it and hopefully reached one of the emergency tunnels that were being created. The tunnel may only be 20 percent complete, but should be enough for him to hide and wait-out those following him.
The changeling frown when he heard a strange noise overhead and looked up and saw the orange filly soaring through the air on some thing he didn’t recognized. He pushed out the distracting thoughts about where they ponies were hiding these things where he couldn‘t see them, as he tried to pushed his body harder, to reach the checkpoint before the ground Pegasus. That wasn’t the case, as the lighter pony, with her wing buzzing at top speed, quickly pulled ahead of the changeling. She next began to spin in place, the action kicking out enough dirt to create a thin dust cloud. The cloud was just enough to blind the changeling and out of instinct, veered off his pre-determined course. Still, the changeling wasn’t as fast he hoped he would be and some of the dust got in he’s eyes, blinding him enough that he couldn’t make out where he was going.
(…)
Scootaloo grinned as she watched the changeling turn in the direction she wanted. She was confident that he plan would work, she was the pony most familiar with Ponyville, and knew where that alley led.
And if everything is works out, the others should be there be now, Scoots thought confidently.
The orange filly followed the changeling into the alley, taking her time as she lazy looked around. It was one of the larger alley in town, large enough for a group of fillies and a colt to surrounded the changeling and still have room to move somewhat. Best of all, the buildings were just tall enough that something with wings would easily get out of.
Unless you’re Rainbow Dash, Scoots thought smugly.
The robot/pony hybrid soon came to the end of the alley, where her friends had surrounded the changeling. The changeling in question must be near a panic attack. She could see green flames flickering around the fake pony’s hooves. She took that as a good sign as parked her scooter, got off and trotted over and joined her friends.
“Let me go, you stupid ponies!” the changeling barker viciously, though Scoots did picked up on the fear behind it.
Applebloom, unaffected the changeling’s threats, stepped forward.
“We want to know where our friend is!” the yellow earth filly demanded.
The changeling most have realized something as it seems to regain its composure and smiled as he looked around the group. He even chuckled slightly under his breath, though the Pegasus heard it.
“What do you think you hatchlings can do?” the changeling asked confidently. “It’s not like anypony would believe you, you’re just hatchlings!”
The changeling suddenly lost his composure when he noticed the overconfident look the fillies and colt were giving him. His panic returned in full force when the ponies take a step closer.
“And one more thing…we’re not hatchlings-”Sweetie said in grim seriousness before transforming into her robot form, “-We’re Sparklings!”
The changeling lost whatever composure it had left and began to shake uncontrollable as it watched the fillies and colt transform one by one. Scootaloo grinned as she was the last to change into her robot form.
The changeling let out a rather girlish scream as it jumped up, and its disguise literally exploded off of it in green flames. The pony-like bug buzzed its wings at top speed as zoomed over the hybrids and out of the alley.
“PONY CAN’T CHANGE THEIR FORMS!!” the changeling screamed hysterically as he flew out of sight in a panic.
Scootaloo watched the fleeing changeling for about a second, before she fell onto he back, laughing her head off. She was aware of Applebloom telling some ponies to follow the changeling, and she heard some voices reply, but was to busy with laughing to really process it. It took nearly a minute for the orange Pegasus to regain control of herself, and then got into a sitting position similar to what she seen Spike do a complete of times. She look around, lazily taking a head count, and realized that Rumble and Babs were missing. She looked towards the mouth of the alley and began to giggle again, only to have Applebloom whack her over the head. The young Pegasus held her head as she winced in slight pain.
Ow, I may be a super-awesome robot now, but that still smarts, Scoots thought, and then sent a small scowl her friend’s way. “What was that for, Bloom?” she asked with a bit of anger in her voice.
“You featherhead,” Applebloom scolded lightly. “Ah thought your plan to capture it? Not to scare it away?”
Scootaloo frown as she thought over her own plan in her head. It was true, the plan called for them to catch the changeling. But when she heard the changeling scream, she couldn’t help herself. It was just too funny not to laugh, and maybe that was the problem in itself. She had allowed herself to become distracted by something funny and that may had cast her finding her new friend.
“Sorry,” she mumbled weakly as she hangs her head.
She looked up at her friends, looking for their acceptance of her apology, and it looks like Applebloom was about to speak when she heard a noise. She looked towards the alley mouth and became slightly alarmed when Rumble and Babs, back in pony forms, trotted up them. But they weren’t what caught the young Pegasus’s attention; it was he pony behind them. Or was it the changeling behind them? Scoots didn’t know and that made her a bit cautious, though she would never tell the others this. She did have a reputation to protect.
The hybrid Pegasus jumped to her feet and joined her friends as the readied themselves for whatever may come their way. Before they could act, however, the pony behind the filly and colt held up his right hoof.
“Hold on, everypony! I’m not a changeling!” the pony in question said hastily. “And I can prove it.”
Scootaloo relaxed her body slightly, but kept her eyes squarely on the pony in question. “Well, we’re waiting…?” she asked sharply.