'Systems coming back online.' Robocop's metal frame strained slightly as his vision came back online, informing him that he was face down in an alleyway. He placed a hand on the ground and slowly pushed himself up, activating a systems scan as he got back to a vertical base. He turned his head to see his firearm lying beside him before he grasped it with his hand, the plates in his leg moving to the side so he could holster it.
"Scan shows minimal damage to systems and frame," he muttered to himself before he slowly scanned around him, piecing together where he was. He knew that he wasn't in the same alleyway behind the laboratory. Could he have been flung from the laboratory when he fell into the vortex?
Robocop began to march forward as he headed out of the alleyway, needing to get back to the station for any repairs and so he could go back into the fray. He marched out of the alley and into the dark streets, turning his head upwards slightly to see that the moon was high above him. He had been out longer than his on board clock had indicated. Yet the most interesting sight to meet his visor was how different the buildings looked than what his memory banks recalled. He did not remember Detroit having such small buildings...nor did his banks recall all the images of ponies plastered everywhere.
The streets were almost deserted as he marched through them on the sidewalk, no sign of any humans or any animals. That perplexed Robocop, as even in the dead of winter there would still be homeless on the streets as well as drug dealers. The emptiness of the streets placed him on his guard and he turned his head from side to side as he walked, making sure to scan every alleyway and dark corner in case of possible attack or crime activity.
A street sigh finally appeared after a few minutes of walking, yet when he turned his scanners towards it he found that it confused him even greater than before. 'Trotting Cross. There are no records of a street with that name within all of Detroit.' That left Robocop with two reasons as for why Trotting Cross did not appear in his banks. Either his systems were damaged and that was not the actual street name...or he was no longer in Detroit. He had just begun to wonder what this meant for him when the faintest of sounds reached his ears.
"...help..."
Robocop immediately swung his head towards the sound of the cry and began to march down the street towards the voice, knowing the sound of a cry for help during a crime in progress. The city he found himself in may not be Detroit, but he enforced the law no matter where he was. It was his duty.
He had rounded a corner next to a movie theater when he finally laid eyes on the victim and the suspect...and that was when he froze. Unless his sensors were more damaged than he believed, it seemed that the victim crying out for help was a...small, reddish horse. She (he assumed from the voice) was pinned up against a wall next to the theater while another grey horse with a horn on its head laughed at her while licking his lips.
"What's the matter baby, I'm really not that bad of a guy," he chuckled in a sick way while trying to cover her mouth to stop her cries. "How about I take you back to my place and show you? Hell, I'll show you right here."
Robocop stood frozen, unsure of his course of action. He knew that there was a crime in progress, yet he did not know the directive for dealing with...talking animals. Did the same laws apply to animals? The same punishments? He turned his head to scan around and he saw a few more ponies whose eyes were glued on the scene, none of them noticing him as they watched what was going on. Then the she pony screamed for help again and Robocop turned his head back to the scene, a single sentence appearing before him.
'Directive: Protect the innocent.'
Those words alone decided for him and he began to march forward. He did not know what laws applied to these creatures and he didn't know if they even had laws, but there was a crime and a victim needed help. That was all he needed to know. The pony with the horn was still laughing at the she pony when he heard a sound behind him, the sound of heavy steps on an asphalt road. And as he turned around, his eyes grew wide with fear.
"Halt. You are under arrest for assault," Robocop said to the pony as he walked under a lit lamp, all of the ponies that had been watching the scene now looking at him with absolute horror. "Let her go or there will be trouble."
"W-what the Faust are you?!" he screamed as he grabbed the she pony by the throat and hid behind her, looking at Robocop in fear. "S-stay back! Or else!" Robocop said nothing, but he knew that the pony would not surrender now. With speed that made the ponies gasp he reached down and drew his firearm, pointing it right between the pony's eyes. The pony looked at the strange device with fear, but he still refused to let the red pony go.
"Your move, creep," Robocop said to him. The pony roared in fear as his horn began to glow, confusing Robocop for a moment as he looked at the glowing horn. Then a bolt of energy flew from the horn and struck Robocop in the face, forcing him to take a step back as the blow spun his head to the side. But then to the horror of the criminal he slowly turned his undamaged face back towards the pony, taking a step forward once again.
"Wrong move." The sound of his gun going off shattered the silence of the night as the bullets tore through the pony with precision, none of his blood landing on the hostage as the criminal fell to the ground dead. The she pony looked down at her attacker’s corpse before she looked up at Robocop, who walked over to her and looked down, scanning for injury.
"There are no physical injuries on you. I would recommend that you head to the nearest police station and report this crime if you are able," Robocop said to her with his metallic voice. The pony screamed again and sprinted away from him as fast as she could, Robocop half turning to watch her race away before looking to all the ponies staring at him. "Thank you for your cooperation." He looked down at the corpse of the perpetrator for a moment before he spun his gun and holstered it, turning from all of the gawking ponies and walking back into the night.
Despite not having any schematics of the city, Robocop was able to learn tricks that allowed him to navigate the city better than before. Any place with a large amount of light was generally safe, whereas the darker parts of the city were where the crime was happening. Despite wanting to figure out where he was and how he could return back to his city, his directives came first. Criminals had to be stopped.
That line of thinking is what drove him to what on the outside looked to be an abandoned warehouse, but his scanners were picking up life inside as well as trace amounts of a substance that was similar to narcotics. He would not tolerate drug dealers. He marched to the twin chained doors that barred his entrance into the warehouse and grabbed the chains with his hands, applying just a bit of pressure before the chains snapped into pieces.
Grabbing hold of both door handles he pushed the massive steel doors back, unfortunately creating a loud metallic screech that he didn't doubt would alert the perpetrators to his presence. Upon moving the doors from his path, his scanners showed him what was in the large warehouse. It was definitely a drug den filled with ponies that fit the description of what drug dealers looked like, filled with conveyer belts and vials filled with a strange bluish substance. He would have engaged them all on the spot, but his scanners also showed that the actually ponies making whatever was in the vials seemed to be held there against their will. The bruises on their face and the fear in their eyes told him that.
"The hell is that?!" one of the ponies yelled as Robocop walked into the room, allowing his targeting to lock onto all ponies that were a threat. His leg opened up so that he could draw his pistol when he was ready, but first he would give them a chance.
"Surrender immediately and release the hostages or you will be met with lethal force," he instructed to the ponies, hoping to intimidate them into surrendering. But to his surprise and disappointment the ponies began laughing and one of the ponies with a black coat and an eye patch walked up to him with a smirk.
"So this is the princess’s newest attempt to protect their ponies and stop criminals like me?" he said with a laugh as he banged his hoof against Robocop, raising his eyebrows when he didn't budge. "Yeah, you look impressive, but we've dealt with worse. Alright boys, get-" Robocop kicked the pony in the side and sent him sailing across the room, where he crashed onto one of the conveyer belts and didn't move.
"I will not ask again," Robocop said as he reached down and drew his pistol again, looking through his visor to all of his targets. "Surrender."
The ponies all roared as they began to fire energy from their horns at Robocop, his armor protecting him from the blasts as if they were simple bullets. While the criminals desperately tried to take him down, their attacks allowed Robocop to confirm which were criminals and which were there against their will. Robocop took aim at a unicorn nearest to the slaves and blew his brains out of the back of his head, making sure that the firefight would not turn into a hostage situation.
Another three round burst tore through a pony wearing a black knit cap and sent him sprawling to the floor below, where one of the larger ponies thought his best course of actions was to tackle the Robocop. He slammed his massive frame into Robocop's chest, but to his horror the officer didn’t even budge from the attack and he simply looked down at the pony, whose fear filled eyes reflected in the black visor.
"Assaulting an officer of the law. Now you're in real trouble." Robocop grabbed his through with his left hand and lifted the pony into the air with no effort, holding him there for a moment before hurling him across the room and through the back wall, stopping the assault of energy as all of the criminals watched what had happened with dropped jaws. "The same awaits the rest of you."
A pony shot an energy burst from above on the catwalk, prompting Robocop to punch the support beam holding out the walkway. The loss of the support beam sent the criminal crashing to the ground. Robocop began to advance towards the center of the room where the hostages were, using his body as a shield as he placed himself between them and the criminals.
"Exit through the entrance in an orderly fashion," he instructed to them as he shot two more criminals dead. "Then head to the nearest police station and inform them of what has occurred." The ponies did so without a moment’s hesitation, Robocop laying down suppressing fire so that they could escape. Another three ponies fell to a burst of gunfire, ending the firefight. The last criminal was a unicorn had backed up against the wall where he bruiser buddy had been thrown through, fear gripping his heart as Robocop's shadow fell over him as the metal man walked towards him.
"W-wait man! I give! I give!" he screamed as Robocop pointed his gun right between the pony’s eyes.
'Directive: Uphold the law.'
"Then you have the right to remain silent," Robocop began to order as he holstered his gun and walked towards the pony, not noticing that the unicorn's horn was glowing. "You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be-" The unicorn roared as he unleashed a full beam of energy into Robocop's chest, the energy splitting on his armored chest plate and shooting off to the sides, blowing out two of the supports that held up the buildings and setting the area on fire. The pony looked up at Robocop with absolute horror as the officer remained standing despite such a blast, the only difference was that he now looked angry.
"What are you?" the pony whispered in horror.
"That will be used against you." Robocop grabbed the pony by the face and hurled him into a wall, where he slumped to the ground without another word. Robocop grabbed him by his mane and pulled him to the entrance of the warehouse, ignoring the flames as he scanned the other ponies, finding none of the other criminals alive.
"Wait here creep," Robocop said to the unconscious pony as he dumped him on the side of the street, expecting the fire department to show up soon. He then looked down at his armor and began to scan it, certain that he had never been hit by that kind of energy before. 'Records show no recordings of the energy that was used against me. Chances are that it is either a new weapon or these creatures are far more dangerous than originally believed. Will be quicker to disable them next time.'
'Objective: Locate law enforcement and find superior officer or official.' Robocop took off into the streets again, reaching the buildings across the street when he saw ponies carrying firefighting equipment show up, some of them looking down at the unconscious criminal with confusion. Now that he knew the fire would be dealt with, he was free to locate a police station at his leisure. As he walked he looked up at all of the large buildings, surprised of how much they matched the images of New York that was stored in his database. Then he turned his head to the left and saw a poster for something called a Nightmare Night party, mentioning something about a costume contest.
'What do you think dad? You always did call me a little devil.'
Robocop froze in place as the words flashed through his mind, recognizing the voice of his...son. Then a few images flashed through his mind of the time his son had dressed up like a devil for fun one Halloween. But as quickly as the memories appeared they were gone again, leaving the officer with a pained feeling in his heart.
'My son...how long...since I've seen him?' Murphy thought to himself as he lifted his hand to his face, looking at it with shame and horror. 'Does...he even know what happened to me? Would he even want to see me in this state?' His thoughts were cut off as a blast of energy caught him in the back and staggered him for a moment, though the moment he regained his balance he turned to face his attackers.
"Halt monster!" They were ponies again, but this time they were all wearing matching armor and symbols and they stood in an orderly fashion. Robocop's scanners told him that they did not match the civilians of this world nor did they seem like criminals. So that only left one alternative.
"By the order of the princess, you are under arrest."