//------------------------------// // Security Breach // Story: WWC: The Invasion of Area 51 // by Chris-Cross13 //------------------------------// “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Man, today is lazy!” Christian yawns while lying down on a grassy field nearby to Ponyville. Yet another day with nothing out of the ordinary; but he didn’t care. The peacefulness of Ponyville is much more favorable than his usual rush of school back in Virginia. School used to be such a ride what with notes, tests, and homework; but with him being Equestria’s laid back atmosphere, it made life so much slower. “You practically said the same thing a week ago.” Twilight says, sitting next to him while jotting down some notes about Celestia-knows-what. “Next thing you know, you’re hit with The Elements of Harmony and can talk to animals.” “True, but I digress.” He says, sighing. A slight breeze now started to blow from the west. It is the only noise other than the careful and firm sound of Twilight’s pen writing; which is actually pretty loud. Curiously (and a bit aggravated), Christian leans over to see what the mulberry pony was doing. “What are you writing about, Twitty?” He said plainly. After a quick roll of her eyes from the nickname, she answers: “Just a short summary of what I think about the biosphere in which the species; Homo Sapiens reside in. Even though I have never been on an excursion to your home; I think attaining a better grasp on how your planet differs from mine would help all of Equestria accumulate into a more integrated society, like your ‘United States” for example.” She finishes her small thesis with Christian having a ‘Huh?’ expression on his face. It takes him a second to piece together what she had just said. “Oh! You’re writing about humans and Earth? That’s cool, I guess.” He says a bit underwhelmed; yet his brain said otherwise. The ideology of what a pony though about Earth never really crossed his mind before. “Whatcha got so far?” Christian says suddenly. “I’m the only human you’ve ever met! How would you know what the rest of my species is like?” “You mean besides the stupidity and anger issues?” “Yea! Besides the…Wait, what?” Christian paused at the words thrown at him. Quickly suspecting Celestia’s student as the culprit of the harsh language, he does a swift one-eighty and points his crossbow directly at her. Twilight quickly objects to her accusation. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t say it!” She shouts. Christian narrows his eyes at her. Clearly, he does not believe her. “Well then who did, Twitty? Last I checked, we were the only two here!” Twilight is about to say a defending statement; but something captures her eye behind the human. Her eyes quickly narrow too, throwing Christian off a bit. “Guess again.” Twilight growls sternly. Christian slowly turns around and instantly his body surges with anger. The sight of a familiar periwinkle unicorn makes him almost growl as well. “Miss me you two?” Trixie snaps at the irate duo. Her eyes fixated on mainly Christian, who is trying hard not to grind his teeth into dust. “I see you are at awe at the Great and Powerful Trixie, no?” She says snidely. “No, I’m actually trying to figure out where to hit you with this dart.” Christian replies; “Because this time, you are not getting away!” Trixie just smiles malevolently at him. “Oh Christian, you amuse The Great and Powerful Trixie.” Trixie says, shooing him away like a fly. “You think you can scare her? HA! Trixie laughs at your petty threat. Watch;” Trixie then starts to laugh maliciously and almost mockingly at her two opponents. “See? She laughs.” Christian and Twilight both roll their eyes at Trixie’s narcissism. “You know Trixie;” Christian starts with a sigh. “You may know a few new tricks, but that still doesn’t mean you can beat a unicorn with more magical premise than you and a human who has outsmarted you.” “He’s right Trixie,” Twilight adds. “It’s two against one. If I were you, I would stand down and turn myself in.” Trixie blinks at the two of them before laughing to herself under her hoof. “Oh you two are so predictable.” She says, snidely. “Well, if you two think you can beat Trixie once more…” She lowers her hoof and stares right into Christian’s eyes; as if enticing him to make the first move. “Hit her with your best shot.” Trixie emphasizes the final word of her sentence, making Christian’s right eye twitch a bit. He glances at Twilight, who is looking back at him like Trixie was some sort of madpony. Confused, Christian shrugs at Twilight and returns his attention back to Trixie. “Alright then Trixie;” Christian aims down his crossbow, the iron sights focusing right under Trixie’s neck. Securing the target, he shouts: “You want my best shot? YOU GOT IT!” With a strong flick of the wrist, the dart launches out of the bow at breakneck speed. Trixie remains unwavering from her position, still smiling at Christian. Christian looks back at her fiercely, hiding his confusion as to why she hasn’t tried to move out of the way or teleport. From Trixie’s point of view; she remains smiling at the oncoming projectile as it is about to reach its destination. But somehow, it doesn’t. To Christian and Twilight’s astonishment, the dart freezes mere inches away from Trixie’s body. Trixie gives Christian a smug look. Christian glares back at her before glancing to Twilight. “Twitty, explain how my dart isn’t making Trixie saw logs right now.” He asks without removing his annoyed frown. Twilight goes to open your mouth. “Isn’t it obvious?!” Trixie yells to them before Twilight could speak. “You’ve managed to somehow be so bad with that thing that your trinkets manage to freeze in mid-air before…” BZAPPPP! Twilight’s horn quickly illuminates as a lavender beam is shot out suddenly, aimed at Trixie’s temple. Trixie’s face goes from smug to scared in seconds. “That should put her to sleep!” Twilight says confidently as she waits for the successful sound of Trixie napping. “Uhh, you sure about that Twitty?” Christian asks while staring straight forward. “Of course! Trixie can’t stop magic. You would have to…” Twilight is interrupted when Christian turns her head toward Trixie; who now had a dart AND a lavender laser frozen in front of her. Trixie smiles happily. “I’m sorry, Trixie can’t stop what now?” She says matter-of-factly. Christian and Twilight’s jaws drop at her impossible feat. “Okay, what now? How do you freeze magic?” Christian asks, still staring. “Uhh…” Twilight goes to explain. “Wow, you humans ARE dense!” A voice calls out, seemingly from Trixie’s direction. To Christian and Twilight, the voice sounded vaguely familiar; almost like a mix of Discord and Sombra’s. Trixie eyes the two of them as the glance around the area for the source of the voice. She rolls her eyes. “You have got to be kidding.” She mutters to herself. “Patience, my student.” The voice assures her. “An element of confusion is essential…” Christian and Twilight give up searching to their right and left for whatever caused the voice and return their attention to Trixie. However, Trixie is no longer present. Instead a pitch black void fills the space between Trixie and the two frozen projectiles. A hand suddenly emerges for the darkness in a ‘stop’ signal, which Christian suddenly realizes is stopping both his dart and Twilight’s magic. The moment he realizes this, he figures out the source of the darkness before the rest of the figure even emerges. “Paradox!” Christian shouts just as the spirit’s full figure comes into view. Twilight’s head swivels around to see what Christian was shouting at. “Well, that explains how my magic froze.” Twilight says blankly. “Well, it would make sense that the spirit of time would be able to freeze time.” Paradox states. Twilight frowns at the comment, but Christian pays no attention and advances toward him. “I see you are still using my body.” He says sourly. “It’s more like a shadow, really. Flesh doesn’t look too well on a dark spirit of time.” “Buck off.” Christian hisses. “Ohh, and there are the anger issues.” Christian’s eye starts twitching again. Quickly shaking off the fact that his blood is boiling, he cuts to the chase. “What are you doing here?” Paradox lets out a small laugh at the comment. “Oh, Trixie and I are going shopping on Earth for a few things.” The spirit says nonchalantly. Twilight then starts laughing, with Christian following up with a smirk. “Yea, good luck with that.” The two of them say in unison. “Considering that only a select few people can actually access the main portal to Earth, you are not going anywhere.” Christian says, mockingly. “And I assume that you are one of those people?” Paradox says. “Let’s see…Uhh, duh.” Christian snickers at the dumb question, but Paradox and Trixie both smile to each other. “Perfect.” Paradox’s shadowy mist starts condensing into Paradox’s palms. Christian stops his laughter when he sees what Paradox is doing. “Uhh, Twitty?!” He starts yelling for her help to see if she can do something about this; but Twilight has no clue what the spirit is doing. Conjuring another minion perhaps? Their answer comes in the form of Paradox throwing out his hand, which makes the dart and magic beam start shifting away from Paradox and Trixie; and toward Christian and Twilight quite rapidly. Twilight gasps as she sees what Paradox is trying to do. With Christian still gawking, she needs to act quickly. “Christian, MOVE!” She dashes over and pushes Christian out of the way just as both objects reach the two of them, but Twilight takes both hits for Christian. Christian on the other hand, gets thrown just in time to see Twilight get hit by both his dart and her magic and falls to the ground. “TWILIGHT!” He shouts in a panicked tone, as Twilight may be hurt. Twilight slowly gets up and winces in a bit of pain. “Christian, I’m fine…I used a tranquilizing spell. Just…stop them!” She says as both the magic and the dart start affecting her. Christian nods and quickly gets up from the shove and stares angrily at Paradox, who is quite annoyed that the human did not get hit with the pacifying projectiles. He turns to Trixie. “Trixie, pre-occupy the human. I’ll put him to sleep myself.” Paradox says as he vanishes with a swift movement of his hand. Trixie sits down and watches as Christian starts to look around frantically for the villain. With a loud and obnoxious yawn, Trixie speaks: “Trixie thinks you should not stay in the same place, Christian.” Christian turns around and cocks his head toward her, perplexed at her comment. “What the heck are you…” FZZOOW! WHAP! Christian gets cut off as Paradox suddenly appears mere centimeters in front of his face and right hooks him square in the jaw. The human flies backward and into a nearby tree. He falls, landing onto one knee and veering in pain. “Okay, teleportation. I can deal with that.” He gets up and starts shooting his crossbow without missing a beat. The time spirit folds his arms and laughs as his form starts vanishing and reappearing in between the volleys of darts; which quickly results in Christian exhausting all of his ammunition. Paradox sees this as a prime opportunity to once again get up close to the human. “Are you quite done?” He asks, bored. Christian starts backing up a little bit. “What kind of a teleport was that?!” He asks nervously. Trixie laughs from a far at his comment. “Why would the spirit of time teleport!?” She shouts. Christian quickly realizes how stupid his former comment was. “Right; forgot about the whole manipulating time thing.” He mutters just as Paradox punches him in the gut. Once again, the force throws him backward; but this time he slams into the steel frame of Ponyville’s portal gate. The impact to the frame makes Christian crumble to the ground, writhing in pain as he tries to get back up. Paradox appears in front of him and steps a few feet toward him so his shadow casts over his body. “Pathetic.” He says triumphantly as he glances down at Christian before moving on to the portal gate. The spirit inspects the circular metal frame to find out how to turn the blasted thing on. His eyes then dart to some odd, flat contraption with a keypad attached to the right side of the frame. Getting a closer look, he quickly identifies the device as a hand scanner with a location input. He backs up with a hand on his chin to think for a second before laughing a bit under his breath. Without skipping a beat, he picks up Christian’s semi-unconscious body and puts his limp hand onto the scanner. After a few seconds of soft beeping noises, an electronic ding is heard followed by a voice saying: “Welcome Agent CIA. Select destination please.” Paradox is pleased at the gadget working. “Hmm, looks like the human is good for something.” He says as he throws Christian’s motionless body back onto the ground. “Now let’s see…” He mutters to himself as he scrolls down the list of destinations. He smiles as he finds the one he is looking for. “Ah, here it is! The Pentagon!” He eyes Christian’s body and laughs. “You stupid humans make it almost too easy!” He selects his desired destination and snaps his fingers. “Trixie! Come along! We have much to do.” The periwinkle unicorn complies, trotting in a snotty fashion toward her mentor. Twilight, barely clinging onto consciousness, gets a final view of the duo before they disappear into the portal in a brilliant flash of colors. Her eyelids slowly close onto the limp body of Christian, who is lying on his back, motionless. “Christian…” She mutters as her eyelids slowly fall and her vision turns black as she drifts into her brief slumber. Meanwhile on planet Earth, more specifically The Pentagon; John Average is just now walking into the Research and Development Department of the lower levels of The Pentagon. He takes a deep breath and exhales before moving past the two automatic glass doors and into the sleek, technologically advanced room. “Alright lab boys, anything new today?” He asks promptly. A scientist in a typical white lab coat at a nearby computer gets up and dashes over to the officer, clipboard in tow. “Nothing much, sir.” He says as he reads off the clipboard. The two of them start walking toward the centerpiece of the room: The interplanetary portal to Equestria from Earth. “The portal is stable, as usual.” The scientists continues; “And Christian just left two hours ago.” John nods at the information. “Excellent. Looks like another easy day then.” He says with a chuckle. Suddenly, a computer starts flashing nearby. The scientist identical to the one with the clipboard ponders at the information on screen. “Strange,” He says aloud. John and the scientist with the clipboard look at each other perplexed before moving over to the computer to see what all of the ruckus is. The scientist at the computer points at the two entities that were being registered as they were traveling through the portal. One was of a human figure and another was a unicorn. The scientist then explains: “Looks like Christian is bringing Twilight back with him for some reason; but why is he coming back this early?” He wonders out loud. John immediately realizes something is not right and speaks up. “Wait a sec, Christian would never leave so early; it’s only twelve o’clock. “ John says quietly to the group. “Even if he was bringing someone, he would at least tell me...” John’s head turns ominously to the sound of the portal opening followed by a flash of light. Two figures step out of the frame and view their surroundings. John and the scientists stare at the two of them; one is a periwinkle unicorn and the other is a shadowy-humanoid like figure wearing Christian’s usual attire. John’s right hand lingers over his sidearm. These two look like trouble. “You two, freeze!” John yells at the two characters, who turn their heads toward him simultaneously. The two groups look at each other unresponsive, forming a stalemate that lasts a few seconds before John breaks the silence. “What are you two? Friendlies or enemies?” Paradox and Trixie, who were caught off guard at the question; look back at each other puzzled before looking forward to answer the concerned humans. “Gentlemen, please! There is no reason for panic.” Paradox says while slowly walking toward them. John glares at him. “Ok, then what’s the answer?” He asks apprehensively. Paradox puts his hand up to motion patience. “The answer is simple, and will only take five seconds of your time. You see, I am a…” The figure vanishes right before the three humans. “How did he…?!” John yells, startled at the sudden vanishing act. However, in the matter of a second; John’s sentence is cut off as Paradox reappears behind him and throws him forward. John gets tossed over a computer console on the other side of the room. The two scientists look at the spirit, shaking with fear. Trixie casts a spell on the two of them that causes a shadowy rope to materialize and tie the two of them together. Paradox then suddenly reappears to finish his previous statement. “…enemy. Stupid humans.” He nods at his cohort. “Well done Trixie. Now, let’s see what could be of use around here.” Paradox points to the far side of the room as the two split up and start scouring the room for anything that looks interesting: Secret files and classified projects and the like. Trixie inspects the insides of a nearby group of file cabinets while Paradox scours the paperwork covered tables. As his umbral hands sweep papers and folders to the sides of the table, he spots a peculiar manila folder peeking out of the bottom of the heap of files. Curious, he plucks it from the rest of the mess and opens it. As soon as he starts scanning the first page, he starts laughing manically. He has found what he was looking for. As he continues to read and inspect the rest of the classified document, he hollers to Trixie behind his shoulder; “Ah, Trixie! I believe I have found what we are look-” He turns to see the brown haired human he threw a minute ago hobbling over to a big red button on the wall. Startled, Paradox screams at Trixie. “TRIXIE! STOP HIM!” Trixie quickly turns around just in time to see John slam his fist onto the red button. Trixie fires off a single periwinkle blast that barely misses John as he dives back to the ground. A siren starts blaring all over the room and red lights begin to flash; John had hit an emergency alarm. “Darn! Trixie is sorry, Paradox.” She curses herself and kicks the ground. Paradox ignores her for a second as he approaches the portal again with the folder in tow. “That’s quite alright Trixie. We are done here anyway.” He says while typing another location into the keypad on the portal. The portal opens seconds later. “Come along Trixie, you know I hate wasting time.” He comments while entering the gate. Trixie prances after him and enters the vortex just as the glass doors behind her are breached. Two dozen battle-ready soldiers rush into the room, all bearing dart rifles and wearing SWAT gear. “FREEZE! FBI!” A solider in front shouts as he sees the last bit of periwinkle vanish into the portal, which promptly closes moments later. With their intruders gone, the soldier moves on to help John off of the floor. “You alright, sir?” He asks, lending him a hand up. “Fine, but whoever they were just escaped; possibly with classified intel.” He says, while walking toward the rest of the guards before he starts giving out orders. “Alright, let’s move people! I want those scientists untied; find out where those two invaders disappeared two, AND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD; WHERE IS MY NEPHEW!?” John is promptly answered by a female scientist to his left. “John, Christian isn’t responding. We can’t even link up with him.” John pinches the bridge of his nose in discontent. He sighs before answering: “Then set up a link with Celestia; tell her to get the girls and…” “Sir, you may want to see this!” John is interrupted yet again by one of the now untied scientists. “What now?” He asks sternly while rushing up to where the nerd is typing on the keyboard of the portal gate. “Well, I’ve managed to find out where those two teleported to.” “Ok, where?” “Guess where the only other portal gate is?” The scientist hits enter on the keyboard and a bunch of maps and diagrams pop up on the monitor. John ignores the various pictures and only focuses on the name of the destination in big, cyan letters: GROOM LAKE, NEVADA John turns back to the scientist with an intrigued look on his face. “Ironic, wouldn’t you say?” He says to the scientist. The scientist ignores the comment and goes back to the seriousness of the matter. “What do we do, sir?” John smirks at the question. “Like I said, get Celestia;” he says while walking back toward the entrance of the room, “I think the girls deserve a little vacation…”