To Infinity. For Eternity. No matter the cost
---Exterminator Corps
>...
>Alert: Illegal Summoning Spell
>Subject: Chrysalis
>Warning: Breach, Spell is too powerful
>Exterminator requested
A gelatinous black arm lined with angled green veins snatched the holographic notification out of the air and held it to its “head.” A new limb shot out of its central body and flicked a button, causing a door to materialize out of the air. A glow surrounded the doorknob and the door opened, letting in a pitch black alicorn mare, her royal purple mane tied back in a ponytail. She briefly flicked her eyes around. Sometimes, the place she ended up in had walls of holographic panels whirling around him. Today, however, there was just one panel floating in front of her boss in the void of the Outside. She pushed the door closed, though since there weren’t any walls, the gesture was a bit pointless.
“How’s our experiment?” the blob asked.
“His condition has been a downward spiral, Administrator Upgrade,” his secretary replied.
The Administrator of the sector hummed thoughtfully to himself. “Again? I don’t want to off him just yet, I haven’t tested all his capabilities. Might have something useful. I will arrange a little something down Inside. Call him up, Adminstrator N-10. I have an assignment for him.”
A girl devoid of color walked out from nowhere, materializing in front of a derelict warship, floating in the endless Outside. It was shaped somewhat like a pillar, with a bulge wrapped around the center axis. A scarred barrel was barely visible underneath bent heat shields.
The girl’s golden eyes peered out from underneath her black hoodie. She summoned an old radio into her hand. “This is Protector Memories, sending final unlocking passcode,” she called. Memories stepped forward and upward to the wall of the closed hangar doors, a key popping into existence in her palm.
She slid the key forward and embedded it into the metallic door. A mint green lyre symbol flashed. Above it, a deep blue shield sparked, a googly eye glowed, a steel skull-and-crossbones glimmered, and a red cube burned.
Memories took a step back, crouching into a fighting stance as the wrecked ship shuddered to life.
Deep inside the heart of the warship, the lights to a tiny cell lit up. Inside a certain prisoner’s mental landscape, a metal cube named C-6 extended flexible, metal claws out of its faces and stepped over to a large dashboard connected to a large series of monitors. He stuck one of its claw’s fingers into a slot and twisted, turning the machine on.
A humanoid inside the cell jerked to life as consciousness was returned to him. His pupils lit up as his body unfroze, energy sluggishly circuiting the insides of his body.
Orders. Received, the warship’s occupant’s echoing voice droned tiredly. Matter engines belched out energy and accelerated the derelict warship toward his assignment. Something illegal had occurred within a universe, the Inside.
A quick time skip later, the rusty, rectangular vehicle slowed to a stop over the tiny glowing orb of a universe. A tiny smoky stain marked orb, a sign that a summoning had allowed an Outsider to breach the surface and let someone Inside, or into a universe. Despite there not being a set of laws, since the Outsiders never cared for it anyways, it was still illegal. This marked the invader a target for Extermination, and the summoner, apparently a Chrysalis out of a myriad of Equestria’s in the Mulitverse, a target for temporary mental modifications.
A hatch popped out from underneath the warship, which let out a slowly floating Shtik-class Exterminator, his identification: Wireframe. He had a fishing hat jammed over his head and a cloak wrapped tightly around his body. He was held tightly by four segmented arms squeezing his body. Every so often, he would let out a strangled wheeze, and a bit of resistance would come from his fingers. He tried vainly to stare blankly forward, but couldn’t resist twitching his eyes in a random direction.
“Hrrrack,” he started, his voice sounding like it came through a throat filled with sand. “This one?”
Yes, sir a voice replied, emanating from Wireframe’s back. A tiny cube poked itself out of the back of his skull, its corners glowing a dull infrared. It responded to the name “C-6,” and served as an assistant, a secretary, a medic, a guard, and a warden.
Wireframe flipped his palm face up and glanced at a lightshow of the flickering wireframes several weapons hovering over his hand. He paused it on a glowing wireframe of a long, single edged sword. He flipped it over into a reverse grip and jammed his thumb into the grip, squirting matter into the hologram. The weapon filled up like water into a funny straw. Wireframe inspected it, then reabsorbed the blade’s mass. “Might as well get it over with.”
As he stepped forward into the glimmering orb, an unnoticed figure sat hovering a foot above the Inside, hidden underneath a song-spell(1) created illusion the lyre in her hand was casting. She narrowed her golden eyes, and gave the Universe a gentle kick. “Memories speaking. Objective completed.”
There was nobody above the universe.
A well groomed blue maned unicorn stepped onto the carpeted floor of Canterlot’s periphery observatory to get some notes for his college astronomy class. The carpet helped lessen the hoof freezing effects of the cool night air on stone, part of the reason why he prefered it instead of the school’s. His name was Night Light. He stepped up to the room’s telescope, his notebook floating beside him.
A green spark hurtled into the telescope, blowing glass and metal everywhere and sending Night Light sprawling.
Transfer rate too high. Re-attempting with smaller chunks of self
A well groomed blue maned unicorn stepped into an observatory, to get some notes for his Astronomy college class. His name was Night Light. He stepped up to the room’s telescope, his notebook floating beside him.
A green lightning bolt smashing through the telescope, boiling poor Night Light’s eyes and sending him to the floor screaming.
Recalibrating
A well groomed blue maned unicorn stepped into an observatory, to get some notes for his Astronomy college class. He stepped up to the room’s telescope, his notebook floating beside him.
A green lightning bolt smashed through the roof, blowing the top of his skull into a charred mess.
A green lightning bolt went through the telescope, blowing his face off.
A green lightning bolt jumped through Night Light’s body, boiling the insides and spilling grey matter from various facial orifices.
Night Light’s head blew off.
Night Light’s skin burned.
Night Light blinked, his normal amber eyes glowing a dull green. He looked down at the charred notebook for a moment, then ignored it in favor of examining his body. “Still have four hooves. Hair isn’t burned. Body isn’t damaged significantly. Eyes functional. Magic levels normal. Heart rate slightly elevated - will lower shortly.”
He spasmed in place. “All muscles work properly.” He lifted the ash of the notebook. “Magic channels normally. All systems go. Soul Transfer complete.”
His eyes lit up, casting a faint green glow as he scanned the room. A slight frown crossed his lips. “Time period incorrect. Ten years too early. May have to request a reset - You!”
A black phoenix sat perched above the chamber door, purple eyes smouldering. “Request denied,” it intoned. “Close your eyes and believe our lies in your sweet dreams.” It waved a wing. The carpet underneath ‘Night Light’s’ hooves burst into ultra-violet flames, revealing a magic circle carved into the floor. Chains of energy wrapped around Night Light’s struggling form, glowing brighter and brighter. Within seconds, he was so weighed down that he fell flat against the floor. Black smoke spilled forth out of his body. The pony writhed in pain, unable to scream. The energy contained in the smoke exploded outwards, covering the room in a shroud of darkness.
A well groomed blue maned unicorn stepped into an observatory, to get some notes for his Astronomy college class. His name was Night Light.He stepped up to the room’s telescope, his notebook floating beside him.
He paused as a strange migraine stabbed through his horn, but decided to ignore it when it passed a few seconds later.
He flinched reflexively when a large black bird flew over his head and into the night. He wondered idly whether there might be crow poop somewhere, but that topic was abruptly removed from his mind.
He had an unnaturally productive few hours.