Valar Morghulis
Smoke still filled the entire hallway as Risen Flagg walked through it. While many of the guards, despite the fact that they may have been changelings, were still on the floor coughing up lungs, Risen Flagg did not seem bothered by the smoke. In fact, it didn't even seem to phase him. It was like the smoke might as well have not been there for him at all, or that he was somehow breathing it the same way he were air.
Thankfully enough for the guards though, the smoke had now spread thin and was beginning to dissipate.
As it began to clear, Risen Flagg walked past the kicked down door into the office, and up to the window that Clustershine had leapt through in attempt to escape that despite the guards best efforts, they could not prevent. Unfazed by the remaining smoke, the guards, or the destruction around him, Risen Flagg walked right up to the window, right over the few bits of broken glass, which didn't so much as phase his hooves much like the smoke, and looked out.
He looked out the window into the city of Canterlot and down into the street below. Sadly for him, the former second in command of the CIA, Clustershine, was nowhere to be seen. Behind him, the smoke had cleared enough for some of the guards to start standing getting back up and helping the other guards, but Risen didn't pay them any mind. On his face, the beginnings of a smile began to form.
"RISEN!!!!" A very familiar to him voice shouted at him as he pulled himself away from the window and turned around, only to have Trixie throw her hooves around him as she ran right through the office despite the remaining smoke and guards right at him. "I heard about what happened!" She practically shouts as she squeezed him tight. "I was so worried I-"
"Shh.... It's all right," Risen said to her before she could finish as he returned her hug. "I'm all right, everything is all right. I'm fine." The very sound of his voice was enough to console her, though she didn't let go of him. Behind her, Risen looked up to see his faithful butler Joseph Curwen walking up to them in the same manner he did any occasion.
"Sir," he said to Risen as he reached him. Risen didn't respond as he gently broke off of Trixie's hug and turned back around. As he did, Curwen took a step forward and stood to his right as he joined him in looking out the window. To Risen's left, stood Trixie, with Risen's hoof still around her neck, as if to comfort her. "So he got away?" Curwen asked as he looked down into the street.
"Regrettably yes," Risen replied.
"Mr. Flagg!" A rather tall guard, presumably a captain, shouted as he ran into the room accompanied by two other guards, both armed with M-16 assault rifles, and oddly enough, Screwloose, who seemed to be carrying a clipboard with her. "We heard about what happened. Are you-"
"You can drop the act," Risen Flagg stated as the door to the office suddenly closed tight behind them on its own seemingly without the aid of magic. The three guards and Screwloose seemed confused for an odd moment. Eventually though, the head guard let out a sigh and seemed to relax a little.
"As you wish," the guard stated as it suddenly became engulfed in green flames. When the flames cleared, the guard was no longer there, in it's place stood Queen Chrysalis. "You two, guard the door. We do not wish to be disturbed."
"As you command!" Both guards said as they both took positions by the door while both Queen Chrysalis and Screwloose walked up to the window with Risen Flagg, Trixie, and Curwen. Queen Chrysalis however, ran more than walked.
"Risen Flagg I must sincerely apologize!" Queen Chrysalis practically shouted as she took a position next to Curwen. Though as she spoke she tried to get around him to speak more directly to Flagg, but Curwen refused to move. "I do, from the bottom of my heart, soul, and from the very core of my being do apologize for the failure of my changelings to capture the fugitive. I assure you that all available changelings are scouring the city looking for him as we speak. As for the ones that let him leave the palace, they will be punished, strictly punished. They-"
"That will not be necessary," Flagg said to her before she could finish. "And there is no need to apologize." As those words, he looked over at her and smiled, as if he were somehow happy.
"Ri... Ris-" As Chrysalis tried to speak, from behind them all, Slenderpony and Revenant Sombra walked out from the walls and joined them all at the window.
"Haypennywise," Flagg suddenly said as he turned his attention back down towards the street. "Did you find it?"
"Of course," the voice of Haypennywise suddenly said as he just as suddenly dropped down from the ceiling and landed between Trixie and Screwloose, startling them both. "Anyone- sorry, anypony, can keep anything hidden from a few changelings, but they can't hide anything from me."
"Excellent," Risen replied without even looking at Haypennywise. "Everything is proceeding as planned."
"You... You wanted this to happen?" Chrysalis asked, confused.
"Of course," Risen Flagg replied. "Whatever changelings you have searching for Clustershine, call them off."
"But sir, I-" Chrysalis tried to say, but Risen Flagg interrupted her.
"Call. Them. Off," he responded to her authoritatively. "Searching for him would be pointless. He's a trained operative of the CIA, he's lives for these kinds of odds, so trying to search for him would be pointless, and besides, we don't need to search for him because we know where he'll go."
"Hehehe," Haypennywise laughed a little at that. As he did, Chrysalis looked up from Risen Flagg over at him, only to see him smiling that same toothy smile he was known for. Chrysalis responded with a glare.
"So what happens now?" Curwen asked, seemingly oblivious to Chrysalis and Haypennywise.
"Now..." Risen Flagg responded as he stepped away from the window. "Before I can tell any of you what happens now there is something I have to check." As he spoke he walked around Trixie and Haypennywise, though Haypennywise had the good sense to get out of his way, and walked right in front of Screwloose.
"Is everything prepared?" he asked her.
"Yes!" Screwloose responded to him, sounding somewhat more excited than she should. "Everything prepared exactly the way you wanted. We are just waiting for your orders."
"Excellent," Risen Flagg said in a rather soothing tone as he brought up a hoof and gently stroked Screwloose's cheek, making her face turn as red as the reddest apple from Sweet Apple Acres. "You have done well, Screwloose."
"My.... My life for you..." was all Screwloose could respond as she closed her eyes and leaned into his hoof. Trixie, as she watched this, a spark went off in her eyes. A spark that threatened to ignite into a flame that could burn down everything she saw, or happened to be standing in front of her. She had to bite her tongue to keep her from growling. Curwen saw this, but like everything else, he paid little attention to it.
Screwloose, she was somewhere else right now.
"My life for you...." she said again.
Day 2
“Risen Flagg!!!” the princess bellowed as the stallion walked into the senator’s room. “I demand an explanation as to why one of the most trusted officials in all of Equestria just leapt through a window.”
“But of course, Princess Celestia,” Flagg replied, his tone suddenly turning grim. “It is as I suspected and given his chase, confirmed, he is an operative working for the suspected insurgency, and on a much dire note, replaced by a changeling operative.”
“That’s not possible...” the Princess balked.
“You see this,” Risen said as he held up a vial of greenish colored liquid, “is a blood sample taken from the spot where he stood when he tried to murder me after I brought up the insurgency and perform the most basic of changeling tests using my mirror on the wall. More importantly, I have confirmed an alternative suspicion concerning the changeling now known as Clustershine, and that is his involvement in the destruction of a top-secret facility owned by my company.”
“What facility?” the Princess began, “I was never made aware that you possessed a facility that was off of the books. You gave us a full listing of all facilities producing these weapons you call guns and other advancements in technology, but never about this one.” The senator sighed and then took in a long breath facing his broken window. After a moment he now turned to face the princess, that cold mechanical smile replaced by a look of genuine concern and at the same time a mix of frustration.
“Because the facility tested and manufactured atomic weapons,” he spoke. At this the princess faltered, the ground around her seeming heavy and her vision becoming blurry. She knew all too well the capabilities of such a weapon. There existed spells in the archives of the library, dozens of them dealing with the power of the atom and the exact repercussions of splitting it. So terrified of this that she forbade the spells and locked away the most disastrous of the megas away.
“WHY IN EQUESTRIA WOULD YOU BUILD SUCH A DEVICE!?” she shrieked, practically causing the glass from the window that remained intact to fall from its place. “The power of the atom is the vilest form of destruction that one can harness and that is just by magic alone, but a mechanical device that actually uses it, that’s outright evil!”
“Not in capable hooves, your highness,” Flag responded. “You see, I was curious about whether or not such a weapon could be developed en mass, and I am here to tell you that it can be.”
“Why?” Celestia asked, worried.
“Fear is the mind-killer and those that do not fear us will always attack us,” Flagg returned. “Imagine an army of hundreds, nay, thousands marching on Equestria with the intent to kill and conquer your kingdom and enslave the citizens of Equestria. They have nothing to fear by the way of retaliation from us, but with such a weapon, no enemy would dare strike us without the fear of atomic fire.”
“I want these weapons destroyed!”
“You’re in luck, the facility possessed two prototypes and a functioning bomb that was detonated, wiping out all records and plans.” he replied.
“Thank the gods.”
“However, there is a problem. One of the functioning prototypes is missing." Risen then said. At this, Celestia froze. "However, we have been able to confirm the location of the prototype to be Appleloosa, and more than likely in the hooves of the enemy.” He continued, drawing a gasp from the princess. “With your permission, I will root out this evil, recover the device and ultimately bring all of these traitors to face your judgment.”
Princess Celestia looked at the stallion, whom now knelt before her like some holy knight awaiting his orders to venture forth on a grand and glorious quest. “Why are you so eager to destroy this foe?”
The senator stood up and walked over to his cabinet, with magic he drew forth a glass and poured himself a drink, which he quickly consumed and replaced the vacant glass with more alcohol.
“I was not always the senator you see before you, Princess Celestia," he said to her. "For I was once but a humble lawyer in the poorer neighborhoods of Canterlot where I met my beloved wife, Hope Cross. We lived a meager life, nothing grand, and with time, she became pregnant with my only child. However, there were...” He drank more. “complications with the birth, resulting in her death as we welcomed my daughter into the world. My daughter grew up so quickly, and tolerated her father’s long absences with love and tolerance, often missing school plays and having to have the neighbors watch her. One day, when she was about ten years old, she was on a trip out west to see the at the time, still being built town of Appleloosa when she was attacked after wandering away from the group. The coroner told me it appeared that she fought back against the attacker, but it was too late. I demanded that something be done about the incident, but no one would do anything. They said the case was cut and dry, not enough evidence. I pleaded with the director of the AIA, but he declined to help me and once I retrieved my daughter’s things, I knew why.” He finished the drink, the look on his face now one of hatred and the violence of a thousand ages as he tossed a worn out and rather retro AIA badge covered in blood onto the desk from within his jacket pocket. “In her bag was a torn badge from an AIA operatives uniform, the kind field agents used to wear, and that’s when I knew that the AIA was covering up some sick murderer amongst their ranks. It was that night when I walked home with her bag that I saw another mare being attacked that I knew that something had to be done, something needed to happen. That somepony needed to rise and take charge and be the champion of justice and since my election to this office, I have endeavored to make sure that happens and this is the final stroke.”
“The AIA...” Celestia mumbled, taken aback by all that she was told.
“I have connected them to the Insurrection, the very plot to destroy your reign, your sister, our way of life, and to my daughter’s death! Let me do this! Give me and all of the ponies of Equestria what they deserve! Justice!” he finished, his kept mane now appearing rather unkempt.
“Very well, you may bring in the AIA for questioning, but nothing more, understand?” Celestia returned.
“Perfectly,” Risen Flag finished.
Celestia walked out of Risen Flagg's office back out into the hallway of the palace. As she made her way back to her throne room, her hooves did not feel like her own, rather than were just moving automatically, like the automated parts of a machine. All of the things that were said, all of the things that she had heard from Risen Flagg. She... she needed time to take in all of this... Even though she had just given Risen the okay to bring in the AIA, she still needed time.
"Sister!" She suddenly heard her sister Luna shout down one of the many hallways as she turned to see her galloping towards her. She didn't even realize it, but she was almost back to her throne room by now.
"Oh.... Um.... Hello Luna," was all you could say back to her as she reached you. "I know you must have heard what happened here. Rest assured, I'm all right, you don't need to worry about me."
"We... we are overjoyed to hear of your safety, dear sister," she said as she started walking with you back to the throne room. "But... but that is not why we are here?" There were no guards present. All available guards were given duties in other areas due to yesterday's events. So at least for the moment, the two of you would have some privacy.
"What is it?" you ask, concerned. Despite everything that's weighing you down right now, you always have a spot open for your dear sister, now matter how dire things get.
"Well..." she began as the two of them reached the throne room and walked inside. Now they had some real privacy. "Some time ago, We inexplicably felt the urge to do something important. We don't know what it was, we were just reading in the library when we felt the urge to do something important... and awesome... Though I am still not quite sure what that word means."
"Luna," you say to her, if only to get her back on track.
"Wha, oh, sorry," she quickly says. "Anyway, when we felt the urge to do something important, we... well, we did a little, investigating as it were, and found this." Then, at that, she lifted up her left wing to show that she had been hiding some kind of file underneath it, which she picked up with her magic and gave it over to Celestia.
Suddenly curious, Celestia opened up the file and quickly started reading through it. Once she saw what was on it's pages though, her eyes went wide. Wider than even the castle she stood itself could contain. Of all the things she had seen, heard, and even smelled today that she couldn't believe, this took the cake.
"Luna," she said to her dear sister, her tone now suddenly serious.
"Yes," Luna responded, ready to listen.
"I need you to do something for me," Celestia said to her as she closed the file.
-Meanwhile, somewhere else-
PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Twilight Sparkle
(Oh, and Ghost Sombra too, lets not forget about him)
You open your eyes to the familiar sound of "clack, clack, clack...." and so repeating. Your vision is blurry at first, but after blinking a few times, it clears enough for you to see a wooden room. Close by on the wall is a window, and outside the window the scenery is rushing past like the world itself is running away from you, which given what you're feeling right now it might as well be.
The moment you heard about what happened in Ponyville you did the only thing your rational mind could tell you to do. You ran. You ran from the palace, from Celestia, from anything and everything you were working on straight to the train station with the intent on getting back to Ponyville as quickly as ponily possible. Celestia understood of course, she was with you when you heard the news. Actually, the news was more or less meant for her, you just happened to be in the room when the guard told her. He tried to convince Celestia that it would be best if he told her privately, but she insisted that if it was a Ponyville matter, then you had better be present, otherwise she would have just told you herself anyway so why cut out the middlemare. You can still remember the way he looked at you when he contemplated those words, and the tough choice he had to make between disobeying the princess and telling you something that you knew would only hurt you. In the end though, he conceded and told you both everything that he knew.
You still aren't quite sure how long it was until you actually did anything after you heard the news, that Derpy Hooves, a pony you had known for a long time since you moved to Ponyville but unfortunately, never talked to that much, had been publicly executed
without a fair trial and in the ensuing riot you followed, not only were your friends involved, but also the human that you brought here against his will.
Everything was a blur to you after that. The next thing you remember was running back to your room to get whatever you could and then instinctively running out the door, only to run into the princess on the way. She was very understanding of course, she told you that you had to go, for your friends if nothing else. When she tried to get ready a royal carriage to take you though, the two of you found that they had all been taken away on account of that senator Risen Flagg for reasons you couldn't entirely understand. You don't exactly remember what the reasons were, you weren't really thinking at the time.
The next thought that occurred to the both of you was getting Celestia to just teleport you there, as she was an alicorn princess she was powerful enough to do that. It only occurs to you now just how great it would be to be an alicorn yourself. Oh the things you could do. Not that it matters now anyway. Anyway, when she tried, she found that she just couldn't send you there. Every time she tried, you kept coming right back. She then tried sending a message to Spike, but that came back too. It was as if everything that was sent in magically just came back on its own, like something was blocking it. You couldn't think of any other explanation.
After that, with little options left, the two of you headed for the train station as best you could. The two of you tried to get the first possible train out of there, but the ensuing chaos and the amount of times Celestia had to pull the "I am your Princess you will do what I say!" card meant that the only train you could get was the overnight train. You were fortunate enough that Celestia was able to get you "Princess class" which was reserved only for the royal sisters on the rare occasions when they traveled by train. Still, it wasn't like even that made you feel any better.
You tried to get some sleep while you could, since it was the overnight train after all, but with everything that was happening, you found it difficult. Still, you were awake now and you don't think that you're going to go back to sleep anytime soon. So you let out a yawn and stretch your hooves, as you are want to do.
Once you're awake and out of your bed, go you through your average morning routine, albeit on a train. You brush your teeth, you brush your mane, and you do whatever else you need to do while you wait. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, none of it really makes you feel any better. After a quick and easy breakfast, you hear the conductor shout that Ponyville is the next stop, so you grab what little things you took and go wait over by the door. You don't sit back down. Some would even say that you look a little strange standing in front of the door like this, but you don't care. You don't care about any of that right now.
Eventually though, the train does stop, and beyond the door you see the familiarity that is Ponyville train station. Unceremoniously, you step off the train and head towards the entrance, though your hooves don't seem like your own. They feel more like the automated motions of a machine rather than your own hooves. It's like you're going on automatic.
Automatic or not, eventually, you reach the entrance and walk out of the train station and walk out into Ponyville proper. You look out at the town to see that it hasn't really changed at all, despite everything that happened. Still, you know what's behind that facade or normalcy this time. Nothing seems to have changed, but you know. You know...
"You know, this story's been getting way to serious," Ghost Sombra said as he looked out into the town with you. "I think its about time we brought some of the silly back, don't you agree?" As he finished talking, he gave you the biggest, toothiest smile he possibly could, which was kind of creepy.
"Celestia damn it, Sombra," was all you could quietly say back to him.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," he said back to you with a wink, which made you exhale.
You are Twilight Sparkle, and you've just returned to Ponyville, with Ghost Sombra of course, we can't forget Ghost Sombra, not ever. But more importantly, you are Twilight Sparkle, and you've just returned to Ponyville.
What do you do?
-The Dalek Flagship, The Caesar-
The Hallway to the Bridge
Me: … How many other ships do we have offline?
Dalek: Only four, master! The destroyer Brutus, the cruiser Remus, the cruiser Marius, and the carrier Augustus!
Me: Good. how long till they're back online?
Dalek: Approximately four kan-drells!
Me: Perfect. Now, I probably already know the answer to this, but is the Legion Cannon operational?
Other Dalek: Negative! The Caesar's power supply has been redirected from recharging the cannon to the incubation zone!
Me: How long until enough power's restored for the Legion Cannon to begin preparing again?
Dalek #2: Calculating… *Numbers fly on the computer screen* Seven kan-drells!
Me: F*CK! And if we count in the time needed to recharge that big guy… We're sitting ducks. The Legion Cannon was the only thing hat kept the playing field even between us and Flagg. He sent his Slender specifically to disable the Legion Cannon! Damn…
Dalek #3: Your orders, Master?
Me: … Put all possible efforts into restoring the other ships. If there's someone who's sitting about, tell them to MOVE THEIR LAZY ASSES INTO HIGH GEAR! WE NEED THOSE FOUR ONLINE! Tell all non-necessary crew members of all ships to move to those four to assist in repairs! Then, I want all the functioning ships in a circle around them. Keep all functioning weapons locked onto everything within a 50-gan-kell radius of Canterlot. Once things get crazy, Flagg could try to run. We'll surround him in a ring of fire. Aim from the edge of the ring, and start firing inwards.
Dalek #3: Master, you gave us orders not to fire upon the civilians of this world!
Me: That's what Flagg wanted me to do… He hid behind a city of innocents… But I have a plan… Now, GO!
All Daleks on bridge: YES MASTER!
Dalek voice on intercom: DALEK LEGION! YOU HAVE NEW ORDERS FROM THE MASTER! YOU ARE TO SEND YOURSELVES UPON THE REMUS, BRUTUS, MARIUS, AND AUGUSTUS TO ASSIST IN REPAIRS! REPEAT: ALL DALEKS NOT NECESSARY FOR BAREBONES OPERATION OF FLEET, OR HATCHERY OPERATORS ARE TO REPORT TO THE FOUR DISABLED SHUTTLES FOR REPAIRS! THIS IS A DIRECT ORDER FROM THE MASTER!
Scrambling Daleks: WE OBEY!
Dalek Antares: Master… what is your plan?
Me: … *Presses small button on my chair, and music plays*
Antares: Master?
Me: In all of my life, there has only been one thing I regret, Antares…
Antares: Kalporos…
Me: I did nothing then… I let a world turn to dust… Because I was foolish enough to believe in heroes…
Antares: Master…
Me: It's time I made up for that...
*Commander Swimming Dalek, now free of insanity and standing tall and proud in his Benedict Cumberbatch form again, walks through the hallway of the Caesar escorted by two Daleks heading back to the bridge. Somewhere he knows he needs to be right now.*
Swimming Dalek: How many other ships do we still have offline?
Dalek 1: Only four, Commander. The destroyer Brutus, the cruiser Remus, the cruiser Marius, and the carrier Augustus.
SD: Good. How long till they're back online?
Dalek 1: Approximately four kan-drells!
SD: Perfect. And the Enterprise is at full power too. What about the Orz, have we heard anything from then?
Dalek 2: Negative. Scans show that all Orz ships have left the planet's airspace following the previous attack. No contact of any kind has been made.
SD: Great, f***ing cowards. Now, I probably already know the answer to this, but is the Legion Cannon operational?
Dalek 1: Negative. The Caesar's power supply has been redirected from recharging the cannon to the incubation zone.
SD: How long until enough power's restored for the Legion Cannon to begin preparing again?
Dalek #2: Approximately seven kan-drells!
SD: F***! And if we count in the time needed to recharge that big guy… We're sitting ducks. The Legion Cannon was the only thing that kept the playing field even between us and Flagg. He sent his Slender here specifically to disable the Legion Cannon! Damn it all to hell!
*At that, the three of them walk through the doorway to the bridge, where more Daleks are working, including Dalek Antares, who is overseeing all other working Daleks. As the three of them walk up to the many screens in the room, one more Dalek approaches them.*
Dalek 3: Your orders, Master?
SD: Put all possible efforts into restoring the other ships. If there's someone who's sitting about, tell them to MOVE THEIR LAZY ASSES INTO HIGH GEAR! WE NEED THOSE FOUR ONLINE! Tell all non-necessary crew members of all ships to move to those four to assist in repairs! Then, I want all the functioning ships in a circle around them. Keep all functioning weapons locked onto everything within a 50-gan-kell radius of Canterlot. Once things get crazy, Flagg could try to run. We'll surround him in a ring of fire. Aim from the edge of the ring, and start firing inwards.
Dalek 3: Master, you gave us orders not to fire upon the civilians of this world!
SD: That's what Flagg wanted me to do… He hid behind a city of innocents… But I have a plan… Now, GO!
All Daleks on bridge: YES MASTER!
Dalek voice on intercom: DALEK LEGION! YOU HAVE NEW ORDERS FROM THE MASTER! YOU ARE TO SEND YOURSELVES UPON THE REMUS, BRUTUS, MARIUS, AND AUGUSTUS TO ASSIST IN REPAIRS! REPEAT: ALL DALEKS NOT NECESSARY FOR BAREBONES OPERATION OF FLEET, OR HATCHERY OPERATORS ARE TO REPORT TO THE FOUR DISABLED SHUTTLES FOR REPAIRS! THIS IS A DIRECT ORDER FROM THE MASTER!
Scrambling Daleks: WE OBEY!
*As that happens, all other Daleks leave to their designated tasks as Swimming Dalek walks up next to Dalek Antares.*
Dalek Antares: Master... what is your plan?
SD:...
Antares: Master?
SD: In all of my life, there has only been one thing I regret, Antares…
Antares: Kalporos?
SD: I did nothing then… I let a world turn to dust… Because I was foolish enough to believe in heroes… It's time I made up for that...
*Suddenly, the two of them get a transmission from another Dalek.*
Dalek on screen: Message from The Enterprise. Their captain has returned from the planet's surface and wishes to speak with you.
SD: Perfect, bring him aboard. *Stops to think for a moment.* Wait, are the hackers still on board The Enterprise?
Dalek on screen: Affirmative.
SD: Great, tell them to get their asses back over here as well. We could use their help, and we have to plug Nana back into the ship's computer anyway... Actually, hell, get Registered Anonymous back here too. In fact, get everyone, I'm calling a meeting. I want everyone there, and I mean EVERYONE, even BRP once he wakes up.
Dalek on screen: I obey! *Screen goes off*
-The Starship Enterprise-
Medbay
BRP stops screaming as the morphene takes effect.
BRP: Medic! Mediiiic!!
MCoy: You can speak? At last count, two of your ribs weren't broken.
BRP: Yeah, I have ALOT of morphene in me and this hurts like 12 mutts fucking a bitch all at once. Got a way to pop them back into place?
MCoy: We were going to operate as soon as you were properly stable. But now you're awake.
BRP: Basically, I took a hard hit to the breast bone an that crushed my ribcage in on itself a little bit. Make an incision, spread the ribs a little, grab the breast bone and pull it out about half an inch. Go get scrubbed up, I'm gonna pop back to being unconscious in a sec. And I'm gonna need to speak to Hugh after the surgery so get my wrist computer. BS probably has it. He is the only sane person qualified to use it.
RA's voice floats in.
RA: I'm qualified!
BRP: I SAID SANE
RA: Oh
BRP: Anyway, I heard something about mechanical spiders when we were off to fight SD so we should probably- nope. Here I go.
BRP goes back to being unconscious.
MCoy: Is he even human?
*Eventually, BRP stops screaming as all the morphine that was injected into his system starts kicking in.*
Gordon Freebrony: Damn! Almost had a new record.
BRP: Medic! Mediiiic!!
GF: Yeah, I'm not counting that.
McCoy: You can speak? At last count, two of your ribs weren't broken.
BRP: Yeah, I have ALOT of morphene in me and this hurts like 12 mutts fucking a bitch all at once. Got a way to pop them back into place?
McCoy: We were going to operate as soon as you were properly stable. But now you're awake.
BRP: Basically, I took a hard hit to the breast bone an that crushed my ribcage in on itself a little bit. Make an incision, spread the ribs a little, grab the breast bone and pull it out about half an inch. Go get scrubbed up, I'm gonna pop back to being unconscious in a sec. Hugh, when I wake up again I'm going to.... wait.....
*At that, BRP slowly starts to realize he isn't wearing his wrist computer as he starts feeling for it, only to feel bare skin.*
BRP: Where's Hugh? WHERE IS HUGH!?
McCoy: You mean that wrist computer? That other guy has it. I think his name was...
GF: Bronze. His name was Bronze something. I don't know I just remember that crazy guy that looks like V from V for Vendetta.
BRP: Thats.... that's not possible, the only way that wrist computer can be removed is if........ is if Hugh let him...... Oh well... *slumps back onto the table.* If theres' anyone here whose qualified to use that thing other than me, its probably him. Anyway, I'm gonna go back into being unconscious now so... do what you gotta do Doc.
*BRP goes back to being unconscious.*
McCoy: Is this guy even human?
Captain Kirk's Private Quarters
Slim grabs a pack of cigarettes from the side table and pulls one out before lighting it and smoking it. Jim on the other hand wraps the covers around her exposed body and continues to stare at Captain Kirk before asking "You know for being the captain who has fucked many different space species you seem to lose your cool at seeing lesbians have sex."
However before anyone could respond to that statement R.A. comes running around the corner coming straight at Captain Kirk before slamming his foot into Captain Kirk's side launching him down the hallway slightly. R.A. grabs the door frame with both hands before yelling "SLIM! JIM! What have I said about having sex..." R.A. then pulls out a camcorder "And not inviting me to video tape it and make millions off of it!?"
Slim grits and narrows her eyes at R.A. before saying threateningly "You and everyone else in the hallway have five seconds to leave before I decide to shove my foot up every last one of your asses."
R.A. thinks before asking "So that's a no?"
BS: (to RA) I have a feeling that to anyone who hasn't been working with you would feel that this particular situation is incredibly awkward and strange, but really, I give it a 5 out of 10. (to Slim and Jim) Isn't there something you two should be doing to help the others in our unlikely ragtag fleet? (to Kirk) I was told to find you and find out the whereabouts of a certain suit is for a... Mister Freebrony, I believe it was?
*in the distance, "That's [DOCTOR] Gordon Freebrony to you!" is heard*
(I can't fully remember if my character knows about the spiders, but if he does, he adds: Also, I heard something about a crate of mechanical spiders. Since I don't really have anything better to do other than fetch someone's clothes, could you point me in that direction as well? *at which point, everyone who has actually met GF would explain what the Black Mesa HEV Mk. IV Protection System is: an orange, armored HAZMAT suit.)
*Slim grabs a pack of cigarettes from the side table and pulls one out before lighting it and smoking it. Where she got a pack of cigarettes here is anybody's guess. Jim on the other hand wraps the covers around her exposed body and continues to stare at Captain Kirk.
Jim: You know for being the captain who has f***ed many different space species you seem to lose your cool at seeing lesbians have sex.
Kirk: What... What, no, no no no its nothing like that. *Kirk suddenly retains his cool.* I just wasn't expecting this is all. I mean my birthday isn't for-
*Before Kirk can even finish that smug remark, Registered Anonymous suddenly bursts through the door behind him and punches him in the back of the head, knocking him too the floor, but thankfully not knocking him out. How did he do this? Well its cause Kirk forgot to lock the door once he came in. Anyway, with Kirk out of the way, Registered Anonymous looks at Slim and Jim and points at them before yelling.*
Registered Anonymous: SLIM! JIM! What have I said about having sex... *Suddenly pulls out a camcorder out of nowhere* And not inviting me to video tape it and make millions off of it!?
Slim: That if we did it we'd get to crush your balls into paste so that you wouldn't be able to have children ever... Which now that I think about it is probably doing a favor for the human race.
Jim: Right, yeah... *pulls her cigarette from her mouth.* Look RA, Steve may be scared to death of you like a little girl, but that doesn't mean we are so..... shut up and leave before I decide to put my foot up your ass and let Slim do what she said she would.
RA: .... *silent for a moment.* So is that a no?
*Suddenly Bronze Statue walks into the room.*
Bronze Statue: Yeah and just cause you aren't scared of RA doesn't mean that any of us are scared of you. *Looks at both Slim and Jim for a moment without saying anything before turning back to RA.* I have a feeling that to anyone who hasn't been working with you would feel that this particular situation is incredibly awkward and strange, but really, *back to Slim and Jim* I give this whole thing a 5 out of 10. Now isn't there something you two should be doing to help the others in our unlikely ragtag fleet?
*Both Slim and Jim just stare at him for a moment.*
Slim: If we survive this. I'm going to kill both of you.... slowly...
Jim: Same here.
BS: Looking forward to it.
*As they talk Kirk finally gets back up.*
Kirk: Who the hell are-
BS: Ah, you must be Kirk. I was told to find you and find out the whereabouts of a certain suit is for a... Mister Freebrony, I believe it was.
*Immediately following Clustershine's leapt from the window.*
Written by Grey Rebl
"He's out of the castle! I repeat, he's out of the castle! Pegasi, get him before he goes too far!"
Ears stopped ringing, time ticking as fast as always, and the senses clear and normal. Clustershine landed on his front hooves and rolled into a ball across the ground, and then back on his hooves. By the sound of a pair of gunshots, he kicked off dust before neither the bullet casings, or the pieces of glass, even landed with a clink.
He could feel the burning in his lungs, the air breathed in only giving split-second relief. Cracks of sound still assault his ears. There's sweat cumulating in his mane and coat, and it irrupted him. His legs grew weary. And yet, deep down, not sure if he should feel guilty about, he's having fun in the action he had always been missing. He almost forgotten what it means to be alive! Although, been so tired easily, he figured he's out of shape.
Pegasi in the air armed with rifles took aim at him, and he strafed left and right consistently upon each pang of pain in his ears or echoing gun cracks. The unicorns and earth ponies were catching up. And gaining.
He made a sharp turn, dodged another bullet, and towards a building. Going around the back, he waited until some pegasi looked over it and dash towards another building, repeating it several times in attempt to shake his air and ground pursuers off and used the buildings as cover. He made sure to keep his movements inconsistent, not wanting to them to predict his general direction and objective. It barely worked, but watching how sluggish one of the pegasi's flying were, it made them work much harder.
Hooves thundered behind him in the distance. They're coming very close.
"Open fire!" the radio buzzed.
Rat-ta-ta-t-at-a-ta-ta-ta-ta~!
Oh, that's right! Long ranged weaponry! There's never a "getting closer" with it! Clustershine thought sarcastically.
A few made contact with his head, and thanks to his helmet, his head survived. However, the radio feature may had been broken beyond repair.
He needed more space. Flying was an option but t'll easily make him a visible target for ponies far behind, and having more of them with him on their sights wasn't a great idea. Risky, but the rate of fire in their guns made running by hoof obsolete, so he had no choice. Not like he's a stranger to risk, mind you. With a powerful thrust, he propelled himself off the ground into the skies! Air made his mane and tail flutter, lighting a burning desire with in him.
As volley upon volley of bullet sprays whizz past him from multiple directions, he maneuvered his way around stalls, public tables and buildings. He spun in midair to the left side to dodge a few close shots. There's a pause, likely taking aim. He took a deep breath and dashed forward in an angle towards the ground. If he were a spectator, he'd hear the whistling his form was making. Another volley, did another spin to his side, except further down. He pulled himself up before hitting the ground, putting himself parallel to it. He swerved to the right as a bullet nearly nicked him, and he bounced off a building to turn a corner.
They all went out of the Castle's perimeters and into the empty streets, the siren from before advising ponies to stay inside.
For tired soldiers, some of them are incredibly persistent. One pegasus moved ahead of Clustershine and tried to take a shot on him, nothing that a simple tilt of his body couldn't avoid as he flapped his wings more to keep his distance.
However, it was followed by unicorns with guns in their telekinetic auras. A unicorn casts his horn, glowing a violent red. A fire ball appeared! He reared his head and 'threw' it. The CIA second-in-command tried to move aside, but the fire ball exploded in flaming heat! He tried not to flinch from the seething hot air, but it disrupted his flight. The unicorns shoot with trained precision, forcing him to fly back up, effectively slowing him down before he could right himself.
Flap! Flap!
Clustershine glanced to his side, and his eyes widened. The blue flight uniforms and thunderbolt patterns, the custom designed goggles, their organized formation. Wonderbolts, in all their finest of solid demeanor. With rifles. On the other side were a few more, fully loaded and ready to fire. Judging by the size of their magazines, his hopes of possible escape lessened. They gave chase.
I'm a big fan, always wanted to challenge them to a race, but not like this!
He curved over to the side, going down an entirely different street. The pegasi followed. And shoot. Unlike many others, they fired one at a time. The bat pony tried to make sharp turns to get heat off of him, but their numbers and controlled bursts of lead kept him from being able to do so succeedingly, only allowing a few turns with little struggle. In the course of the dogfight, there were hardly any extra shooting. Are they running out of ammo perhaps? At one point though, they stopped firing when he flew straight. It was then he began to realize.
It's a trap! They didn't need to shoot because I'm going right where they wanted!
Flap! Flap! Flap! Flutter!
Adrenaline pumped in his blood, he renewed his efforts, and an idea. He flapped harder and flew faster than he ever flown throughout the entire flight. The Wonderbolts behind quickly caught up, and continued to surround him. Clustershine turned his body so that it was perpendicular to the ground, and opened his wings in a concave shape, and the effect was immediate.
Air resistance drastically decelerated him, and he kicked a wonderbolt and she yelled out as he used her as a launch pad to catapult to an entirely different direction. Surprised, but undeterred, they agilely righted themselves and fired at him to bring him back on course.
Multiple times, Clustershine pulled a few more fast ones on them, but it became all the more harder as they started to wisen up did the same. Instead of a gun, a wonderbolt dived in for a kick. With no sound but the sound of a loud whoosh of wind being cut, Clustershine barely dodged.
Bang!
He was forced to over shoot his movement to avoid the projectile, and the Wonderbolt's formation adjusted their course.
At this rate, I have no choice but to use my ace in the hole. With the Wonderbolts and their skill, though, I don't think I'd take my chances just yet. He thought.
Finally, he was suddenly forced into another street, and the shooting slowed. From there it was a straight path, with only alleyways with dead ends as the eyes could see. It's back to strafing back and forth. Up ahead was a central district, a small chance for him to lose his pursuers.
Entering it though, it may seem that it was not possible. He gasped and instantly pulled over and he shoved his hooves down into the cobblestone as he skidded to a stop.
Royal Guards covered his front and to the sides. Pegasi spread out from up above and readied their guns. The team of Wonderbolts joined them and watched. It didn't take long for others catching up to block from behind. Every pony took aim at him. And didn't pull the trigger.
"I didn't expect no less from one of the CIA's most best agents, Clustershine," a deep and familiar voice said. "It's unfortunate you had to be a traitor."
His eyes widened. No, it can't be! ...But could it?
He looked to the source of the voice as guards stepped aside to reveal the owner. His Boss. Clean and bloodless like before he was even killed. Followed by him, there was a few recognizeable CIA workers.
Of course. It's not really convenient to simply kill him and place the blame on me. They need somepony with authority to keep the CIA under control without having the trouble to replace him with somepony else or being suspicious. With changlings, I can see how CIA can be taken over, he thought. But why did they have to show it? Is it to prove that defeat is inevitable and put me to despair? Rub their victory in my face?
Right, I'm being branded as a traitor along with the AIA. It's likely this is all an act to ensure that the public knows that the AIA are terrorists.
"You're a good agent, Clustershine," Boss continued. "But you must've been getting very rusty doing office work, being so easily led towards us."
He's a good actor. The Boss was reasonable and had respect for on another as soldiers. The batpony stayed as silent as ever as his Boss' poser bellowed.
"Nothing to say, huh? Fine. I'll save it for the interrogoration. At least you're listening. We've you got you surrounded! No back up, no weapons, and no energy left. No matter how skilled you are, we have the advantage. I hope you make this easy. Remove the helmet, and submit to your arrest."
And get killed and replaced? Before I could warn Grey?
It was a tense silence. The only sound to hear is the pegasi's rhythamic flapping and the guards held breath. Sweat was all that's left to smell and the cuttable tension in the atmosphere was all that can be felt, excluding Clustershine's aching body. Finally, he reached over his head, and took the helmet off. The 'Boss' smiled.
"It's nice for you to see our way. Maybe you can be saved."
The helmet dropped and rolled a few feet.
And the last smoke bomb hidden inside exploded.
The smoke covered his form, and he swiftly moved towards the center.
"Open fire!"
The central district roared in gunfire, pellets passing through the smoke. None of it seemed to hit anything. The Boss gestured them to stop. When the smoke cleared, the only thing that caught their attention was an open ponyhole.
Clustershine limped as he traversed the sewer tunnels. After the entire run, only a few bullets hit him in the end. There's some holes made in his bat-like wing when he used it as his shield, and it bled. It's not like he's a stranger to losing his ability to fly over a course of a mission. He'll walk it over.
The tunnels were dark and it It stank bad. At least he doesn't have to pay much mind to his own sweat.
Squish. Splat. Squish.
But he have to deal with the disgusting sound can that may or may not be a fine associate with "Butt". Especially his new worries.
In the dark underground, it's the perfect environment for changlings to not hold back without notice of their nature. If he could take a guess, these tunnels were how they got inside Canterlot in the first place. And if they don't get him first, the infection gained from the open bullet wound and the abundent bile in the stale air would most certainly will. Staying in here too long will result in death either way.
He have to get out without being spotted by the guards. But how?
The faint sound of a rolling chariot from above answered that for him. As he strained his ears to hear more, he heard what could've been "late for the train"!
He smirked. Perfect.
He ran ahead. He know the street very well, and the next manhole he was going towards will coincide with the chariot's path. Effectively, he'll be getting out of here in no time!
Squishsquishsquish!
And he could get away from that horrible, disdaining noise!
It was painful to run while injured. The bleeding stopped, but it's at risk of damaging the wound. He almost slipped and staggered a few times, and it was difficult to stay ahead of his ride. Arriving at a ladder with the hatch, he quickly prepared for the chariot to come. The noise of rolling wheels and the clopping of the hauler grew louder and louder, until, finally, he opened that man hole and slipped and latched under the chariot, straining his muscles to not fall off. Perfect timing!
"Faster! I don't want to be late for the train!" said a female haughty voice.
There was a sigh and a huff from a stallion. "I'll say it again, the train isn't moving until this lockdown is over. There's no rush! You don't even need me!"
"Quiet, you! I only paid you to do your job! And why does it suddenly smell?!"
"I don't know, but I do know I'll be in trouble when I'm still out in the streets!"
"I DON'T CARE!"
This was another one of many times Clustershine was glad of a pony's mental incompetence.
Those two ponies were like an old couple, bantering and shouting at each other. He wondered why the Royal Guard haven't started taking notice of them yet. Not like he'd complain. At least they did not slow down and he soon arrived at his destination.
The place Train Station was heavily guarded. Guards stood throughout the station. Their numbers were not so intimidating, but their positioning made it so that they can see any intruder. Of course, they spotted the hauler and the passenger. Lady Luck, apparently, continue to smile down at him.
"Halt! You two, why are you still out here?" said a guard.
"I was late for a train!" shouted Miss Haughty Pony.
"I-I'm just doing my job," Mister Hauler Pony timidly replied. Ironic, considering that he's slightly more bulky than the guard.
They bickered and argued until the guard openly decided to arrest them for breaking procedure during a lockdown.
"This is an outrage! You can't do this!" cried Ms Haughty.
"Ma'am, please!" The guard pleaded. "We are only doing our job to keep the citizens safe."
"That doesn't mean you'll stop and put a poor mare behind bars just because there's official business to be had!"
"And what offical business would that be?"
"I'm late for my fashion show in Manehatten!"
A pause and silence. The guard and the hauler facehoofed.
"Ugh! Alright, here's the deal. You two will be in custody within this station until this is all over. THEN we can let you go and do about your business." With a cast of a spell, he hoof-cuffed them. "Now, let's go." He turned around, and what he saw made his jaw drop.
Clustershine had been busy sneakingly knocking out all of the security guards while they were distracted. Despite being so injured and out of practice, his stealth prowess were still able to be up for the task. There was a pile of bodies, and he had just finished punching a guy to unconsciousness before tossing him into his fallen comrades. The batpony nearly glanced at the remaining trio.
"Don't worry, I'll take them away for you." He pounced.
-Another short while later-
Before Clustershine went to the train, he washed himself in the local bathrooms to get as much of the sewer smell off as possible. A jacket he "borrowed" from the Lost-And-Found covered his tattered wings. All what's left to do is to get his ride going and towards his destination. It was a nice breather from all the running during all that time.
Inside, the passengers were restless. The thought that any kind of threat that warrants an intense lockdown that reaches all across the city would make anypony uneasy. The idea in locking down the train station was to prevent any escapee from escaping. Such things had never been put to practive ever before, something like this happening was most cetainly new. These particular procedures were invested by Senator Risen Flag.
And boy was he about to be disappointed.
He was aware that there were inspectors inside each train cart. So, he went to the driver's seat. He knocked the occupant out and pulled a lever. With a sudden jerk, the train moved onwards. The passangers inside were startled, and he could hear panicing from the inside. From there, all he had to do was to deal with the inspectos before geting far enough and discard the passanger cars, leaving them in the middle of the tracks. Make a few threats to keep pursuers distracted, and then he's good to go. Easy peasey.
But why couldn't he shake this feeling or instinct that it wouldn't? Well, things never go to plan amidst the chaos.
He moved in front of a door, and took a deep breath, preparing himself for anything. Calming. Calming down.
The a loud thud, he busted open the door and pounced in a dramatic entrance!
But what he didn't expect was there to be anypony but any security. There were a few mixed reactions with yelps and shouts here and there. Some shocked beyond releif, a few glares for surprising them, and fear of his mysterious presence and attire. Well, he DOES kinda look like a thug. Ignoring them, he moved on to the next car. Maybe the guards are in there?
Busting open the door in the same manner as the previous, there's apparently not. Then there's the next. And the next. And then the next. His sixth car afterwards, he eventually stopped all the melodrama to spare all the fragile hearts of passengers.
If there's no security, no complaints. he thought.
Of course, right when he thought that as was about to open the next door normally, he heard shouting from the other side. Curious, he listened in.
"—Tell me! What is the AIA doing?" The voice was gruff and obnoxious, Clustershine took an instant dislike to him already.
"Doing our job!" cried a voice that sounded like colt.
"We already know that's a lie. You guys are suspicious after Risen made that revealing public execution."
"None of it was even true!" protested the colt.
After that fiasco, the batpony hastily disconnected the pulling engine from the carts and made a few bluffs and threats in the radio he found on the floor during the beginning of the scuffle to the chasing guards. He said that the carts left behind has an armed bomb onboard, forcing the them to stop to try and find it. Not like he would do so for real. Hopefully, having been inside the gunpowder room and using the surprise smoke bomb used in the chase, they would take the threats as legit.
"You know, that guy was only doing his job," said the colt.
Clustershine only nodded. Sometimes, things like this happen. Still, that amateur knew what he signed up, and he paid the ultimate price for it.
"Oh, and, um, are who are you? You look terrible."
"Clustershine, former second seat of the CIA. Anyways why are you here?"
The colt's eyes widened and saluted. "S-sir! I, uh, was sent here to deliver a letter to the CIA! Which was... in that one CIA agent's person..." He looked up at him. "But I know that it involves the changlings that are infiltrating the AIA, as from what I've been told..."
"...what?"
- Meanwhile in the Supernatural Universe –
Sam and Dean Winchester sit tied up with Jinx sitting to their side, a gun in her hand waving delicately between the two brothers.
Jinx: Eenie, meanie, miney, moe…
Sam: Are you actually playing that game to decide which of us to shoot first?
Jinx: Maybe but that all depends on how calmly you can shut the fuck up! (places the gun against his head)
Dean: Better stay calm, Sammie, she seems crazy.
Jinx: (bounces over to him with the gun against his head) Wanna see my doctor’s note?
On the other side of the room, Raven and Castiel sit calmly at a table, miraculously still standing after the bullets destroyed the remainder of the room, discussing actually important things relevant to the plot.
Raven: So, what can you tell us about this Brown Dog character.
Castiel: I can tell you this much, the Brown Dog is just a name. I’ve never truly met him, except for when he came here asking for autographs and talking to those two.
Dean: How come I can’t remember that?
Jinx: Probably cause he wiped your brains clean, well more clean than what I’m going to do if you keep talking.
Raven: Regardless, you were saying.
Castiel: They’re just names, nothing special really just like the others.
Raven: What others?
Castiel: Again, just names like Razor, KenSES, Daedaltheus and others that I’ve got no idea about who they are.
Jinx: Hey, we work for Daedaltheus!
Dean: Why doesn’t he come in person instead of sending a knock-off anime girl and a video game character?
Jinx: (SMACK)
Dean: OW!
Sam: Oh great, more women from your anime-smut, Dean?
Dean: Anime is an art, not porn.
Jinx: Clearly you’ve never searched hard enough on Google.
Raven: Anyways, yes we work for Daedaltheus who cannot come here because he is afraid of Death.
Sam: Really? Everyone’s afraid of death.
Castiel: There are rumors spreading around the primordial forces that a creature called the Abomination is wanted by all of the Deaths across the dimensions.
Dean: And why is he wanted then?
Castiel: He cheated Death, literally, out of his soul.
Raven: Seems like our boss.
Castiel: Regardless, never met any of them but I can that you are not amongst their ranks.
Raven: And how do you figure that?
Castiel: I saw you on TV with a group of teenagers fighting crime and from what Dean’s said, so is she.
Jinx: Huh, I guess that makes sense.
Raven: Agreed, so you don’t know anything about the Brown Dog.
Castiel: No.
Raven: I hope Rip and Asuka are having better luck than we are.
- Meanwhile in Night Vale –
Rip and Asuka walk through the surprisingly empty streets of Night Vale looking for the Coupe De Ville when they round the corner near the radio station.
Rip: There it is.
Asuka: Finally, we…found…do you hear that sound?
Rip: Ya, it sounds a bit like a street sweeper.
Asuka and Rip: (scream)
Asuka: Start the car! START THE FUCKING CAR, NOW!
Rip: WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM TRYING TO DO!? (Turns the keys in the ignition and starts the car just as the sweepers round the corner)
Radio Cecil: And as we cower in fear of the sweepers, I give you, the weather.
Asuka: Must go faster! Must go faster!
Rip: Working on that!
The Coupe de Ville speeds down the streets of Night Vale, barely rounding the corner by Mission Grove Park and unfortunately catches the attention of several street sweepers. The pair speed down the street pursued by at least eighteen street sweepers, each one intent on cleaning Rip and Asuka. Thoroughly.
Asuka: They’re getting closer to us!
Rip: I can see that! (fidgets with the rear view mirror) How far until the portal?
Asuka: 45 blocks!
Rip: Gott in Himel…take the wheel!
Asuka: WHAT?!
Rip: Take the damned wheel (positions herself in the backseat as Asuka takes the wheel, all the while Rip Van Winkle stands up, unshouldering her rifle)
Rip: TINKER TAILOR SOLDIER SAILOR! MY BULLET PUNISHES ALL WITHOUT DISTINCTION! (BANG! The shot flies forward striking but not deterring the sweepers as the Coupe de Ville rounds the corner by Big Rico’s Pizza).
Asuka: Is it helping?
Rip: Not much (clang, clang the bullet strikes the sweepers)
Asuka: Well try hard… SPEED BUMP!
The car hits the speed bump, pitching Rip out of the backseat where she hits the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop just a block down from the street sweepers that pause for a minute. Rip looks up, clutching a broken arm, scraped and bloodied from the impact as the street sweepers rev their engines and at last, one breaks free, launching towards Rip Van Winkle.
Asuka: Rip! (floors the car in reverse)
All at once, something comes flying out of the trees along the street, about the same size as Asuka but far more nimble. Rip closes her eyes, prepared to embrace death as the street sweeper descends on her but it is stopped and being lifted upwards. She opens her eyes to see a woman with long white hair tied back in a large long braid, wearing a green and white tunic with shoulder pads holding back the street sweeper WITH HER BARE HANDS. Moreover, she has long almost feline like ears with a collar and large golden bell attached to it.
???: You think you’re stronger than me, STREET SWEEPER!!! (rips the machine in half)
Rip: AISHA!
Aisha Clan Clan: Heh heh, thought you gals might need some help. (a second sweeper advances and meets a similar fate as Aisha throws the half of the one she destroyed into it)
Asuka: (pulls up) Get Rip into the car, hurry!
Aisha: (lifts Rip into the car and then turns back to face the advancing sweepers) Give me about two minutes and I’ll join you gals on the outskirts of town.
All at once, the cat-girl, seriously, leaps at the sweepers as the car speeds off, letting into them with nothing but her hands and superhuman strength, pulling wheels and engines blocks out from behind the steel plating. Two sweepers attempt to use the scraping metal brushes to erase her, colliding with her when suddenly, the large round brushes cease moving, held in place by Aisha’s hands. With a swift motion, the machines are torn apart, the woman swinging the pieces madly into the onslaught of unlucky sweepers, crushing some and immobilizing others where they stand. Ultimately, she picks up the last of the pursuing sweepers and with a single throw, tosses the behemoth of steel and death, still spewing noxious black smoke into the air through a wall and into the Dog Park that No One is Supposed to Go Near or Talk about.
- Meanwhile Outside of Town by the Portal Near Old Woman Josie’s –
Asuka: Quit squirming and let me puts something on that scrape.
Rip: OW! OW! OW! It hurts.
Asuka: You rolled across the pavement while clutching your rifle what do you expect to happen?
Rip: Point taken. Where’s Aisha?
Asuka looks up to see a large white striped cat with a long tail bounding towards the car and before reaching it leaps into the air where it transform back into the cat-girl before descending into the backseat.
Aisha: Heh, heh, looks like we’re in the clear.
Rip: Thank the gods (sits up) Asuka, let’s go join Jinx and Raven.
Asuka: All right (drives into the portal)
-Meanwhile in the Supernatural Universe-
Jinx: Oh hey, something shiny! (points towards a large portal opening as a Coupe de Ville enters the parking lot, next to the red Mustang)
Raven: It must be Rip and Asuka.
Dean: Is that Aisha Clan Clan in the backseat?
Sam: Dammit, Dean, more of your smut.
Raven: (walks away from Castiel) Thanks for everything and nothing.
Castiel: No problem (sits back down in front of the TV)
Raven: How’d Night Vale pan out?
Asuka: Total dud, though we did at least see the Brown Dog.
Jinx: Any leads?
Asuka: Not many but Rip is kinda fucked up so I’m taking her back to see Fran in Medical.
Raven: Agreed, I think that we should regroup there and pool our resources, though limited.
With that, the five women depart back to the Bunker, leaving Castiel to watch cartoons with the brother tied together by the hole in the wall.
Castiel: You know, that depressing girl sounds just like the purple pony on TV.
Dean: Great, now Cas is a brony.
-Meanwhile at Roseluck’s House-
Roseluck: Bullshit, you are not Daedaltheus.
Line Draft: (coming from the kitchen) Prove it. If you are him, then you should be able to prove to us that you are him.
Fleur du Mal: Come again?
Line Draft: Tell us each something about ourselves that only he would know.
Fleur du Mal: Again the goddman, fine then. You want it that way then so be it.
Lily: We are waiting.
Fleur du Mal: Lily, you are an avid angle dust user and at the party at Pinkie’s were found in a number of sexually impossible positions, though it’s okay because at least YOU use protection.
Lily: (flushes white)
Fleur du Mal: Daisy, you are a sexually repressed mare who due to her upbringing is actively confused about your orientation as you have both feelings for a stallion and at least TWO mares. Stallion’s name is Big Macintosh, of course because that ship has yet to be sailed in most universes, and the mares are standing right here in fucking front of me. Of course this does not solve your latent feelings for BOTH Roseluck and Line Draft, of whom the latter you find quite attractive.
Daisy: (faints)
Fleur du Mal: Line Draft, I made you so that’s not fair so that leaves Roseluck. It’s name is Victor, his setting is eleven and it can be none more black than it already is. More importantly, you wish to engage in carnal relations with myself even though it is quite obviously never going to happen for three reasons: A – I am human, B – I have a loving girlfriend and C – I AM A MOTHERFUCKING HUMAN.
Roseluck: Jesus Fucking Christ it is you.
Fleur du Mal: Indeed but that’s besides the point and that point is you have to go to Canterlot and kill Risen Flag.
Roseluck: Why should we, I mean he is working for you, right?
Fleur du Mal: He’s going rogue and has been moving towards such for quite some time now.
Line Draft: How so?
Fleur du Mal: I’ve been sending him commands for a while now and he is being quite unresponsive and all together changing the commands all together. The Derpy Hooves thing in the town square, he was only supposed to kill her in the physical sense.
Lily: (regaining herself) I’m confused but he did.
Roseluck: Yeah, we saw it.
Fleur du Mal: He also destroyed her soul which was not a part of the plan.
Roseluck: What?!
Fleur: Her soul was meant to ascend but for whatever reason, it vanished but not before drifting towards Canterlot.
Roseluck: Is that all?
Fleur: No, the guards have assault rifles.
Line Draft: Fuck me Nay Bradbury.
Fleur: They were always meant to have them but he’s advancing too soon and far too early. I mean, it’s only a few days away from…from… (begins coughing)
Roseluck: Are you okay?
Fleur: I don’t (vomits blood and a blackish substance) Oh god (vomits again).
Roseluck: DAEDALTHEUS!
Fleur: He’s trying to…(vomits again) He’s trying to…(vomits and falls backwards, vanishing)
Roseluck: OH GODS, NO. DAEDALTHEUS!
Line Draft: DAEDALTHEUS!
- Back at the Bunker –
A red doorframe opens into the office of Daedaltheus where the now human form being falls through onto the floor and crawling towards his trash can, he vomits one last time spitting and wiping away the residue as Raindrops runs in.
Raindrops: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, what’s happening to you? (looks in the can) What is that?!
DXIV: Blood and ink (spits) blood and ink.
Raindrops: Why?
DXIV: I got kicked out for some reason.
Raindrops: How? Did something go wrong?
DXIV: Everything was fine when suddenly BAM, illness but I think I know what happened.
Raindrops: What?
DXIV: (grabbing a legal pad and pen) Risen Flag kicked me from the universe.
Daedaltheus approaches the portal, which has remained open and presses his finger against the black void between the frames where his finger acts as though it is being pressed against a solid wall. Pressing harder with his whole hand, Daedaltheus finds that he cannot reenter the portal nor cross into Equestria through the red doorframe.
Raindrops: Oh my god.
DXIV: It’s okay, don’t panic, I can resolve this with a simple note (writes down on the paper ‘Hey, what in God’s name are you trying to pull here?’ and tosses it through the frame where it comes back through seconds later)
Raindrops: Well?
DXIV: It says ‘This is my story now’ signed Nyarlathotep.
Raindrops: Oh no.
DXIV: (writes down ‘Roseluck get out of there now’ and tosses the page at the doorframe but the sheet merely bounces back to his feet)
Raindrops: Daedaltheus?
DXIV: *ROARS*
At that moment, following the glass in and around the office, or rather throughout the bunker shaking, Integra enters the room.
Integra: What’s going on here?
DXIV: THAT LOATHESOME SON OF A BITCH GOD JUST KICKED ME FOR THE UNIVERSE, STRANDING MY PERSONAL ASSISTANT AND FOUR OTHER ASSESTS WITH HER!
Integra: Well, I’ve got worse news for you.
DXIV: And what could be worse than losing absolutely control, heh?!
Integra: The Council decided four to two that when this is all over, you are to be executed.
DXIV: Fuck me. What else?
Integra: Well, there was some debate because Gunter voted against killing you.
- Hours Ago with the Red Council –
Patrick Bateman: I can’t believe he voted to save the bastard.
Doctor Horrible: I mean, he really voted to save the bastard.
Swan: I do.
Bateman: Seriously, why?
Swan: Gunter believes in Daedaltheus because of what he has done to save RED, I mean after all, he is the one who destroyed the Ivory Tower and ended the White Council with the slaying of the Childlike Empress.
Horrible: Yes but still, he’s a loose cannon and more importantly a god with a god-complex.
Bateman: There are you god’s only uncommon men.
Horrible: I think the more important question is why we follow Gunter.
Swan: Of all of history’s greatest monsters, he is the most evil being anyone has ever encountered.
Bateman: What did he do to deserve the title?
- Centuries Before-
Gunter stands before a series of monitors, looking over various schematics and maps when the door bursts open with an entire team of elite special ops soldiers surrounding the penguin, rifles and pistols drawn.
Soldier 1: We’ve got you now, you son of a bitch!
Gunter: Wahn wahn wahn wahn (Looks like you have)
Soldier 2: With your capture we can end the war.
Gunter: Wahn wahn wahn wahn wahn wahn wahn wahn.
Soldier 2: What did he say?
Soldier 3: He already did it, 35 minutes ago.
With that, the monitors lit up to reveal dozens of nuclear explosions activating across the planet with the largest being a vast mushroom cloud of green light.
Gunter: WAHN WAHN WAHN WAHN WAHN WAHN WAHN (Thus ends the Great Mushroom War)
- Decades Later in Another Universe -
Spiderman: Run! JUST RU (BANG!)
???: HOLY SHIT! HOLY (BANG BANG BANG BANG – collapses)
Gunter: WAHN WAHN (Goodbye, Deadpool)
- In Another Parallel –
Scientist: Well that whole thing managed to go to shit fast!
Senator: How were we supposed to know the calming agent in the atmosphere would create berserkers out of the populace and that they would be capable of space travel?
Gunter: WAHN (Relax)
Senator: Why should we?
Gunter: Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn Wahn (We will create a myth around these men and women cannibals and hide their origins from all so that the people never learn the truth about what we did)
Scientist: They need some name right so what do we call them?
Gunter: Wahn (Reavers).
- Back with the Council –
Bateman: That is evil.
Swan: Preciously.
Horrible: So about Daedaltheus.
Swan: Dead.
Bateman: Totally gonna skin him alive and feed him to Evelyn.
- At the Bunker –
DXIV: Ok then, so how much worse could things get?
Asuka: (bursts into the room) We got back but Rip got fucked up pretty bad and is in the infirmary right now.
DXIV: Still…
Glados: A news bulletin just came up – OIC New York Office attacked by mad man in suit – hundreds dead, dozens wounded and the office building was set on fire by someone singing Hip to Be Square.
DXIV: (silence)
Integra: Dear…
DXIV: I WANT ALL OF THEDEPARTMENT HEADS OF DIVISION FORTY-TWO TO MEET ME IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM RIGHT NOW! AS OF THIS MOMENT, WE ARE AT WAR!
