Doctor Arachnid sat at his desk looking at his latest creation. It was an eight limbed mechanical device that resembled a spiders body. After he learned how to fix the control mechanism he would be able to walk again. Even better than ever. It was hard after he lost his wife and fellow scientist in the lab accident that stole his lower body.
“Soon, all of my work will be worth it,” He said looking at the magically preserved brain in a jar connected to a computer. As soon as he worked out the bugs in the transferring process he would be able to resurrect his wife as a robot. Bringing her back so she could see the fruits of their labor. Since the machine they were building was originally going to be a way for wounded soldiers in battle to not only walk again but continue fighting in battles better than ever.
The Department of the Guard that gave contracts for various warfare and security contracts showed interest in it, but the deadline was only a few days away. If he could just find the work the INC [Integrated Neural Circuit ™]. Looking in the mirror he attached sensors to his INC and started the diagnostics when a blast of magic blasted through the lab. His mind screamed in blinding pain as the chip altered itself and fused into his brain as the computer exploded from the blast of neural energy he was giving off. As he passed out he didn’t see as the SPIDER’s mechanical form come to life and attach itself to his body.
Fowl Fate, a young earth pony stallion, was trotting through the Everfree Forest. He always thought it was funny how ponies thought their name determined their destiny. Ever since he could remember he laughed at the thought that his fate would lay with birds. When amphibia and reptiles were his calling.
Speaking of calling, he heard that there was a lone cragodile that lived in the Everfree Forest. While crocodiles weren’t unheard of, finding and studying a cragodile, some of which were as big as several ponies in length and a pony size in height. Were extremely rare. It took him the better part of the day, but he saw the rumor was true. A lone cragodile sat over the evidence of what looked to be its latest meal. Carefully he took out his camera and with his natural clumsiness stumbled right into the cragodile. As he looked at it his life flashed before his eyes and in what he thought was going to be his final days thought to himself, Wow … my life’s been really boring.
Just as the raging tank of murder and rage could tear into him a brilliant white light blasted into them both. With a pain unlike anything imaginable pony and cragodile merged into one body. A perfect merger of hot blooded prey, and reptilian predator. As their bodies and minds merged, Fowl Fate was over swept with a feeling of hunger and predatory need. The strength and hunger of his reptilian half flooding him with needs and desires that he was unprepared for, and unfortunately for him, or as he would soon be called Crag-O-Dile, it was just the beginning.
Splicer Gene, a brilliant shade of magenta that bridged the delicate border between pink and purple, with gorgeous locks of vivid twilight purple, was not your average unicorn filly. She came from an aristocratic family of geneticists and bioengineers. fifteen generations in fact. Sat alone in front of a microscope, examining her latest experiments with making chimera cells, the fusion of multiple creatures into one coherent being. Merging the DNA via a technique that gained her, her cutie mark. Splicing.
She was getting slightly annoyed that all of her hard work after she gained her cutie mark had turned up empty. It seemed that alterations could barely handle two completely separate organisms, never mind the four she was trying to merge. But merge she had too, it seemed that all of her life, only when she succeeded in her ventures did her parents acknowledge her existence. She knew that they loved her, but unless she was living up to their standards, it seemed that their lives and research took precedence over her own.
In a way she knew she was being unfair. They always made sure the help kept her fed, and on holidays took a good two hours they could’ve been using on research to spend time with her. Well usually they had somepony stand in as their proxy, but it was the thought that mattered. At least to Splicer it was the thought that mattered. But in the back of her mind, she always felt that if she made a big enough name for herself, if she made big enough waves, they’d spend more time with her. Or let her into their labs to help them.
“All I have to do is get this too work. I invented Splicing, and although mommy and daddy took the credit for it, they said if I can get at least four cells together they’d let me work with them. Although I wonder why they didn’t allow me to put my name on the paper? I know I’m not the bestest at writing papers at the moment, but I could’ve used the money they got too get a better lab so that I could do this faster … they’re probably testing me. Seeing if I can work under hard conditions like they do sometimes.
“Now little geneies, I need you to show me what’s wrong so I can get my parents to love me more,” Splicer huffed in her reedy voice, that was constantly cracking as her body went through that annoying thing called puberty.
As she turned up the power of her Electron Microscope, a blast of magic slammed into her. She felt as if her entire body was dipped in acid, as she felt her body start to randomly shape shift, and alter it’s constitution between solid, liquid, and raw magical plasma. Her very genetic material ripping apart and reforming in a chaotic mass as her Meta powers switched on for the very first time, as a blood curling scream ripped through her throat turning it raw almost instantly from the force of air ripping from her lungs.
In that moment she felt something click in her mind with an almost physical force as her magic, special talent, and meta gene came into alignment. And in that moment of clarity her mind opened up to the mysteries of the genome. All life around her flooded her mind’s eye and she knew their biology like an open book. Along with that burst of enlightenment came an even scarier thought, If I wanted to I could be a goddess. I could alter and control all life I could lay my horn to. There’s literally nothing stopping me from being unstoppable. Then my parents will have to acknowledge my existence!
Mind Key, was many things, Professor of Mind Magic, at Celestia’s School for Gifted Mages and Ninajs; a respected psychologist whose mind magics were well respected for curing many an ailment; And to a smaller circle of others he was known as the worlds most feared Kingpin. A Mob Boss for the Ki family, originally it was a Stalliongrad maffia for several hundred years. But when Mind Key became boss he merged with the Ki Triade.
There was no greater fun than living the life of a beloved and respected member of society in one hoof, and single hoovedly control a majority of Equestria’s crime. In part the same thing that made him so respected, made him perfect for crime. The ability to manipulate minds, and do magics to play ponies and other sentient creatures like Octavia, his most favorite musician, played a Double Bass.
In a way he was sad that crime was so easy. There were no heroes to test his mettle, no threat to his reign, no real challenge. He had even gone so far as to start purposefully being sloppy when taunting the Royal Guard. Just so that he could bait someone capable of showing him some fun. Something that would force him to push his brain to the limits and maybe bring a thrill back into the game. At least until he had them assassinated when they stopped being fun like he did the rest who stopped making the game interesting, but if a toy is broke the best thing to do is trash it.
He was pondering between expanding his crime empire even further via shadowy consquest, or sending another mind controlled puppet to go to Kungfu Ninja Princess Celestia to taunt her that, “The Brain” had yet again stolen a train supply of medicine and cupcakes to orphans in Ponyville. When all of the sudden a magical blast ripped through the building and at first he felt, alive beyond his wildest years. A frantic energy that would make his favorite test subject / sleeper agent Pinkie Pie look tame. When the energy turned into raw pain, as if his brain had become raw fire. He fell to his foreleg’s knees in pain as clumps of his hair fell out by the hooffulls.
His head felt as if it was being weighted down with bricks and when he felt his head he knew why. His skull, and his brain were growing exponentially. Then with as if his brain was being ravaged by a rabid wolverine he passed out. In that mental void he felt his mind reach out into the void and touch every mind in the world. Sensing the awakening of numerous Meta’s such as himself, But it was a mind that was near his abode that caught his eye. For some reason it wasn’t clear who it was, but he could sense that it was in Ponyville somewhere that was the center of the blast. Where true power lay.
All of the sudden two minds stood out to him, one he recognized as Will o Wisps, and the other seemed as if it not only knew him, but was was waiting patiently for him to make the first move. First Will o Wisps, then this strange mind who’s so eager to speak to me. As he made up his mind a smile spread across his face from the unspoken promise of challenges to come.
Will o Wisps was not your ordinary pegasus mare. And those are the only two things most entities who she hadn’t killed knew for certain. Her race and her gender. Everything else Will o Wisps made sure to keep a mystery. From her true name, the color of her body, her age, everything. And funnily enough she was a long line of ponies who carried the moniker Will o Wisps.
Wisps was a professional assassin. The best in the business, even unicorns that were prepared for their extermination were no match for her superior skills. But what truly set her above and beyond most assassins was that she would do her hobby for free if the contract was interesting or challenging enough. Mostly she fought for shadow governments that sought to eliminate others who had uncanny or powerful abilities that had lost their usefulness to the organization.
But recently she had hit a dead end. So it was her greatest surprise when her most financial backer called her not via phone, but inside her mind. Mr. M, you better have a good reason for entering my brain, she thought. It wasn’t angry, or malicious, rather a cold warning that promised unspeakable horrors if the answer wasn’t good enough.
Sorry W. But you felt that blast of strange magic not to long ago correct? An excited voice rang in her skull.
[i[Yes.
Well it gave me super powers, I think that it was a meta-gene activating blast. I need to hire you to collect me Supers who manifest and bring them to me for study. I’ll pay you five times the normal asking price per capture.
*sigh* And yes Mr. M. that was meant to be verbalized, I guess if you’re paying that much I can help you. But for future reference, give me a heads up before you enter my mind again. Or I’ll do unspeakable things to you.
Of course. I’m holed up in PonyVille at the moment, I think I’ll gain dominion over the librarian so that I can have a nice little lab for research. I’ll see you later.
Sure. Will o Wisp said as she slipped on her outfit with a soft grin. Even though she had no problems neutralizing Mr. M. if it came down to it, she really did like his enthusiasm for things almost as much as she enjoyed working as a hitmare for the Black Empire.
Psilock was a mysterious entity. Noone knew Psilock’s gender, age, race, name, nothing. And Psilock prefered to keep it that way. Even in private Psilock changed his gender and voice constantly through magic. Always keeping everything on their various extremities unless they get too complacent. Although those who knew Psilock knew that Psilock had a purpose to everything. Even if it wasn’t apparent.
When the blast of magic exploded through Horcrux, Psilocks meta-amplifier and mind boosting chair. Psilock knew that something had come up that Psilock had waited for all of Psilock’s life. Choosing a Mare form, she scanned and waited for the right time to introduce herself. Soon the empire she descended from, The Black Empire, would rule the world. But first she needed to gather the world’s new metas who were potential villains and manipulate them into serving her whims. Shifting into a stallion when he felt a powerful telepath belonging to a stallion touching his mind. He grinned. He was well versed with The Brain’s mind. After all it was Psilock who gave “The Brain” the idea of taking over the Ki Triade over a silly similarity.
He got a lot of profit from that battle, and the subsequent merger. But the Brain dreamed of a challenge. He would supply that challenge. After all Psilock had lifetimes to prepare for the upcoming storm. And he wasn’t about to stop now that the great reckoning was at hoof, or at hand. Whichever.