Magical Pony Lyrical Twilight StrikerS

by PurpleProse


11: Picking Up The Pieces

Longinus Archway Military Training Facility (Long Arch)
Cranagan, Mid-Childa


“Ugh… this is so BORING!”
“Oh come on,” Teana replied, “it’s not that bad.”
“Says you. At least you can type on these things. I‘m getting a headache using Gale Force‘s thought-to-text thingy.”
Subaru chuckled softly as she tapped away on her keyboard. The soft sound of talking and the clicking of keys filled the office space around them. The office was relatively small, with several tables filled with computer terminals filling what little space there was. The members of Stars Squad were lined up in a row on one side of a table as they filled out their after-action reports, Scootaloo seated between her and Teana.
“It could be worse,” Subaru said, “you could be writing it out on paper.”
“Yeah. True,” Scootaloo grumbled, her hair decoration glowing gently as text appeared on the screen. “But at least the pens you humans use are easier than those dumb quills Twilight loves so much.”
Subaru blinked. “Oh… uh, yeah, I could see how that’d be unpleasant.”
“Yeah…” Scootaloo narrowed her eyes, some of the text deleting. “At least I don‘t have to worry about screwing up the spelling.”
“Hey, uh, if you need someone to look over your report when you’re done, I can do it,” Subaru offered.
“Uh… sure.” Scootaloo huffed, then glanced around. “Speaking of reports… where’s Lightning Squad?”
“They’re going through PoCoPE,” Teana replied.
“Poh-coh-wha?”
“Post-Combat Psyche Evaluation,” Subaru supplied. “Standard procedure for young mages who’re sent into combat scenarios. Just to make sure everything’s alright, help them through any trauma they may have.”
“Huh,” Scootaloo rubbed one ear. “Guess that makes sense. Did you guys…”
“Kind of,” Teana replied brusquely.
“Psyche evaluations are standard operating procedure for all Ground Forces members,” Subaru elaborated. “It’s under the Bureau Mental Health and Wellness Regulations, Chapter Two…”
“I don’t think you need to quote chapter and verse, Subaru,” Teana said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
“Anyway,” Teana said briskly as she turned back to her monitor, “I’d focus more on your report, Scootaloo. Boring or not, regs are regs.”
“Yeah, yeah.“ Scootaloo let out a heavy sigh as Gale Force lit up again. “Wish I had a keyboard… I’m gonna need an aspirin after this.”

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“So,” Fate said as she sat down across from Shamal, “how are they?”
Shamal tapped gently on her data pad before setting it on the desk. “I’m sure you realize that I can only discuss generalities with you, Fate. The details of Caro and Erio’s evaluations are private, unless-”
“Unless details revealed during a Post-Combat Psyche Evaluation may directly and negatively impact the continued physical or mental well-being of Bureau personnel or the person in question,” Fate concluded. “I’m well aware of the regulations, Shamal.”
“Sorry,” Shamal blushed. “It’s just a formality.”
Fate nodded, then rested her forelimbs on the desk, hooves pressed together in a curiously human-like gesture. “So…”
“My report’s been submitted, but I can give you the basic run-down now,” Shamal began. “As of right now, Caro is fit for duty. Whatever occurred during the mission seems to have helped her achieve some semblance of inner strength. The fact that she was willing to release the locks she had on Friedrich is proof enough of that.”
Fate nodded. “I’m surprised about that myself. She always seemed… hesitant about using his power. Of course, given her background and the incident on Alzas, it stands to reason…”
Shamal nodded. “I’d suggest encouraging her. Her willingness to accept and use that part of her magic suggests she’s making excellent progress. I’d get her to explore her magic, get her used to releasing Friedrich…”
“I’ll take that under consideration,” Fate replied.
“Of course. Now, as for Erio,” Shamal flicked a finger across the data pad’s surface to bring up the other report. “He’s fit for duty, but there are a few concerns I’d like to bring up, just in case.”
“Concerns?”
“His willingness to throw himself into danger and overuse his powers,” Shamal replied, then paused as Fate frowned. “I take it you’re familiar with it?”
“It’s shown up in my training sessions with him.“ Fate replied. “He has a tendency to become aggressive. That’s fine for someone with his particular magical style, but…”
“It’s similar to what I’ve seen with young Squires at the Church,” Shamal noted. “A substantial minority of Squires are wards of the Church or come from territories where violence is depressingly common. They tend to be highly aggressive, even during training.”
“Which fits.”
“Fate, you’re familiar with Erio’s background, right?”
Fate nodded. “As far as official Bureau records go, yes. Erio was a ward of the Bureau, held in Special Care after he was rescued from an illegal bio-manipulation lab. He was held there for several years, and displayed hyper-aggressiveness, depressive episodes and general social maladjustment. He‘s improved, though. You should have seen him when I first met him.”

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Fate felt her stomach drop as Erio was led into the interview room. His Special Care uniform was neat, but that was about the only thing that was well-kept. His red hair was an overgrown tangle, his bangs hiding his eyes, the spikes and tufts standing in points. His shoulders were slumped, while his arms hung limply at his sides. His hands were covered with heavy gray gloves marked with containment seals connected to thick rings around his wrists. Ozone wafted around him like an unpleasant cologne as a stray spark flickered between the strands of his hair.
The guard gestured for him to sit. He took the seat slowly, almost begrudgingly. He slumped heavily, his hands in his lap and his head lowered. The guard nodded to Fate, then stepped back.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Fate said gently. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Erio didn’t reply. Fate could feel his gaze from behind those red bangs of his. It was… unfriendly, to say the least.
“Captain Harlaown called me in to speak with you,” Fate continued. “Though now I can see why.”
Erio grunted softly.
“Erio, if I-”
“Don’t call me that.”
Fate blinked as Erio lifted his head slightly, his blue eyes focused on hers like a laser.
“My mistake,” Fate corrected. “What would you like me to call you?”
“Don’t know.” The statement came out in a growl. “Don’t care. Just not Erio. Erio isn’t my name. Never was.”
“I understand…” She paused as she heard him snort loudly. “You don’t think so?”
”Nah.” Erio continued glaring at her. “You’re a pony. Ponies don’t go through what I went through…”
Fate leaned forward. “That, I think, is where you’re wrong. So let‘s talk.”

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“He’s progressed by leaps and bounds since then,” Fate continued as she brushed the memory away. “However, I’m not surprised there’s still some… lingering issues.”
“I assume you’ve been trying to address it during training?”
Fate nodded. “I’m trying to guide him towards less destructive behaviors in combat. His connection with his squad mates certainly helps him, though. It’s also helping him with his socialization problems as well.”
“Good,” Shamal replied. “But just to be on the safe side, I’d like to schedule another meeting with him, just to follow up.”
“I’ll see where we can fit it in.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
Fate smiled wearily. “I don’t know how Chrono does it, having those two as his wards.”
Shamal giggled. “I’ll have to admit; Chrono never seemed like the parenting type, but he seems to be doing pretty well.”
“Mhmm…”
“By the way,” Shamal ventured, folding her hands in her lap, “have you given any-”
“If you’re going to ask if I have any romantic relationships,” Fate replied smoothly, “then I’m afraid I’ll have to decline any comment.”
“Fate, please,” Shamal leaned forward. “You know you can share it with me. I could give you some pointers…”
“Thanks, but I’m afraid I’ll have to pass,” Fate replied, slowly rising to her hooves. “Unless there’s anything else, I have work to do.”
Shamal sighed. “No, we’re done for now. I’ve sent my reports to both yours and Chrono’s Devices. Feel free to review them at your leisure.”

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“So,” Chrono asked, “you’re giving them the rest of the day off?”
Twilight nodded as she followed Chrono and Griffith into the meeting room. “I figured it’d be best. This was their first big fight, so they deserve a chance to recover.”
“I just hope they enjoy it,” Chrono replied. He took a seat at the head of the table, while Griffith took the seat to his immediate right.
Twilight sighed and took a seat. “Not like we’ll have a chance, eh?”
“There’s no rest for the wicked, Twilight.” Chrono shrugged. “So why should we rest either?”
There was a hiss as the meeting room’s door slid open. Yuuno, Shari and Trixie filed in quickly. Reinforce was perched atop Trixie’s back, nestled close to her mane.
“Good, almost everyone’s here.” Chrono tilted his chair back slightly as the others took their seats. “Once Fate’s arrived, we can-”
The door almost hissed closed as a golden hoof tripped its sensors. It slid open once more, allowing Fate to trot inside.
“-begin,” Chrono concluded.
“Sorry,” Fate said as she took a seat beside Twilight. “I was getting an update from Shamal on my squad.”
“No problem, Fate.” Chrono reached over and tapped gently on the edge of the table, bringing up a small holographic display. “Now, on to business. I assume the train’s secure?”
“We escorted the train to the Reliquary Containment Site,” Twilight said. “As far as we know, the Relic is safe in the facility.”
“Along with the wreckage of the new drone,” Fate added. “For some reason, it didn’t self-destruct like the smaller ones we were fighting.”
Chrono frowned at that. “Any idea why?”
Both mares shrugged.
Shari let out a soft sigh and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and cradling her chin. “What I wouldn’t give to inspect that drone…”
“You might get a chance sooner than you think, Shari.” Chrono tapped on the display again, bringing up a box of holographic displays. “You, Yuuno and Reinforce are going to be taking a trip to the Church’s containment site to conduct an investigation into both the drone and the Relic.”
“I’m assuming we’ve got the Saint Church’s permission?” Yuuno glanced over at Chrono, then smiled faintly when he nodded. “Good. When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow,” Chrono replied. “I expect you to keep me in the loop as much as possible.”
“Of course,” Reinforce murmured from her perch on Trixie’s back. “It would hardly do to leave you without information.”
Trixie arched an eyebrow. “So, what am I going to be doing while you’ve got me separated from my trusted assistant?”
“You’ll be assisting Twilight and Fate in training,” Chrono replied, then looked over at Fate and Twilight. “I’d also like for Fate to take the lead in squad-based training from here on out. Is that alright with you, Twilight?”
“No objections here,” Twilight said as she glanced at her younger sister. Fate blushed slightly, looking a little uncomfortable.
“Any from you, Fate?”
“No, sir,” Fate replied.
“Good.” Chrono exhaled softly. “I’ll be off-base for most of tomorrow, so I’ll be expecting you lot to hold down the fort.”
Twilight folded her ears back. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not looking forward to tomorrow?”
“I’m not,” Chrono admitted.
“We’re being called in by Lieutenant General Gais,” Griffith supplied, “to provide an in-person report for today’s mission.”
“Well, at least we’ve all completed our after-action reports,” Twilight said with a bit of faux-cheer. “And our Squads should have theirs done today as well, so the paperwork’s all covered!”
“I don’t think that’ll help much, Twilight,” Fate said gently.
Twilight slumped slightly. “I know…”
“Trust me, I’ll take all the help I can get,” Chrono replied. “Anyway…”

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“Hey, Twilight? Can I talk to you for a moment?”
Twilight blinked and glanced at Fate as they made their way towards the door, the meeting having wound down. “Sure, Fate. Something on your mind?”
Fate grimaced, then nodded as she stepped through the door. “Something like that. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m… a little surprised you’re fine with me taking the lead during training sessions.”
Twilight blinked, then blinked again. “Why… would I? Now that we’re actually at the point where the trainees… excuse me, Forwards are going on missions, they’ll probably need your experience more than they’ll need mine. After all, you’re the military pony. I’m just a glorified teacher.”
Fate blushed. “You’re a bit more than a glorified teacher, Twilight…”
Twilight giggled. “Oh come on, Fate…”
“No, seriously. You’re the Alicorn Ace, Twilight.” Fate shook her head. “You’re a celebrity. I may head up the Shadowbolts, but I know which of us has a bit more clout to swing around.”
“Are… you jealous, Fate?” Twilight tilted her head as Fate’s blush deepened. “Oh my gosh, you are! Oh, Fate, I…”
“It’s not your fault.” Fate’s words were rushed. “It was stupid of me to assume you’d be upset over taking a backseat to somepony else.”
“I know I would,” a third voice added.
Twilight groaned, rolling her eyes as Trixie trotted up. “Thank you for your brilliant addition to this moment of sisterly bonding, Trixie.”
“You’re welcome,” Trixie replied. “But Fate brings up a good point. Whether you like it or not, Twilight, you’re famous in the Bureau. You‘re very much a public figure.”
“Don’t remind me,” Twilight grumbled. “I swear, I’m going to find the person who came up with the term ‘Alicorn Ace’ and set their trousers on fire…”
“If anything, I’m the one who should be jealous.” Trixie sniffed, covering her eyes with one fetlock. “Oh, oh, how cursed is Trixie, to forever remain in another pony’s shadow, no matter what her successes are…”
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because the fact that you travel around the multiverse as a liaison to the Saint Church and possess one of the oldest and most powerful Lost Logia as your closest ally makes you so underrated, Trixie.”
“Don’t forget the magic shows for charity,” Trixie added with a smirk.
“ANYway,” Twilight turned back to Fate. “I’m sorry if you feel like you’re in my shadow, Fate. Truth is… I’m a little jealous myself.”
Fate blinked. “Of me?”
“Well, yeah! I might be famous for my work over here on Mid’ and in the magical research community, but you’re not doing too bad yourself. After all, my face isn’t on recruiting posters.”
Fate’s cheeks turned scarlet.

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“Miss Photo Finish, this is Captain Fate Testarossa-Sparkle.”
The photographer‘s ears perked forward, her mouth slightly ajar. She quickly circled around Fate, moving like a particularly fashion-forward shark. “You? You are ze model?”
“Well, yes,” Fate quirked an eyebrow.
“Und you are ze military, yes? Zis iz not a joke?”
“I can show you my credentials, and my diploma from West Pommel if you don’t believe me, ma’am.” Fate replied stiffly. “Is there a problem?”
“A problem? A problem?! Liebchen, I expected un stallion vith ze rippling muscles und ze square jaw! Ze fact zat you are in ze guard und not un ze runvays of Prance iz a travezty und a shame! Ach, ze carriage, ze poise, ze slim neck, ze flawless muzzle! How could ze Princess Luna do zis to me? To dangle zuch a flawless bauble before me! Ach, how she toys vith me!”
“Um…” Fate’s ears folded back as the fashion-pony pranced in place.
“How could I, Photo Finish, haf allowed such a svan of a mare to slip through my hoofs! It zhall not be so again! Come, liebchen! Ve go! Ze insparation, it has struck! Ven I haf finished, no pony shall dare quevestion your glory!”

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“That… was more Princess Luna’s idea than mine,” Fate muttered.
“They are pretty flattering, though,” Twilight offered with a weak chuckle. “But seriously Fate, you’re fine. If anything, letting you plan out squad exercises will help free me up to focus on individual training.”
“Good…” Fate shook herself, the blush fading. “Speaking of which, the three of us should probably go ahead and confer.”
“Trixie has some other things she needs to handle first,” Trixie announced. “But she’ll be available later, if that’s alright.”
“Just make sure you’re not late.” Twilight gave Trixie a schoolmarm-like scowl. “After all, you’re going to be working with me on individual training.”
“Very well, Sparkle,” Trixie sighed dramatically.

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The Next Day

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Saint Church Central Reliquary Site (aka Versteckte Verboten Heiliger-Boden)
Strangreal Mountain Range
Saint Church Self-Administrated Territory
Northern Mid-Childa

The Saint Church maintained several sites dedicated to containing and preserving the ancient legacy of the Unification War, the time when the Belka conquered (and later sought to re-conquer) the worlds of the Dimensional Sea. None, however, were as carefully guarded and maintained as the Central Reliquary Site, known by the faithful as Die Versteckte Verboten Heiliger-Boden, the Hidden Forbidden Holy Site. On the outside, the Site was nothing more than an unassuming chapel perched upon the side of a very, very large mountain.
This was, in fact, a façade, as Yuuno was quite well aware. The unassuming priests and Knights that staffed the chapel were highly-trained, dedicated to holding and protecting one of the Church’s most sacred and dangerous sites. He followed behind one, Shari nervously trailing a step or two behind him, while Reinforce drifted along beside him with a gentle flap of her wings.
“Please surrender your Devices,” the knight said gruffly as they came to a halt in front of the pair of large double doors.
Yuuno nodded, and quietly slipped off Oculus, resting it in the Knight’s outstretched hand. Shari swallowed nervously, then offered her data-pad to the Knight. “Um, be careful,” she said, trying not to look too intimidated, “I kinda need that back later.”
“Your Devices will be returned when you leave.” The Knight waved them through. “Go on inside. They’re expecting you.”
“Thank you, sir Knight.” Yuuno nodded, then reached over and gently pushed the double doors open.
The room beyond was a simple cubical enclosure of solid stone. The floor was engraved with a large Belkan spell circle; a pair of triangles overlaid and interlinked to form a large hexagram, surrounded by thin concentric circles of Belkan magical script. Yuuno walked into the center, then turned and waited for Shari to approach.
“Relax Shari,” he said gently, “it’s just a teleportation circle.”
Shari blushed. “Right. I knew that. I’m just… well, I’ve never been in this place before. I mean, I’ve heard about it, but…”
“Hold that thought,” Reinforce said calmly as she touched down in the center of the circle. She closed her eyes as her horn ignited, the dainty alicorn activating the inscribed circle. The spell matrix activated smoothly, quickly filling the room with brilliant white light.
Yuuno landed easily as he came out of transit, quickly blinking the light away as he regained his bearings. Shari, meanwhile, tottered ever-so-slightly. Yuuno quickly reached over and rested a hand on her shoulder to help stabilize her.
“Ugh… thanks.” Shari blushed. “I’ll never get used to teleporting like that…” She quickly glanced around the room, which bore a startling resemblance to the one they had just left. “Where are we?”
“The Site proper,” Reinforce replied as she took wing. “We’re inside the mountain itself.”
“Wait.” Shari replied, her eyes widening, “We’re inside the mountain?”
Reinforce nodded. “What better place to hide the Site? The natural mineral deposits help break up any magical signatures, making scanning for it extremely difficult.”
“Plus, anyone who wants to try to invade or escape has to tunnel through a few million tons of solid stone in any direction,” Yuuno added as he opened the door. Just beyond was a narrow hallway that further into the mountain. “This way. We need to get to the elevators.”
“So the only way in is through teleportation?”
“Correct,” Reinforce replied. “And only through certain sites, like the chapel we just went through. The Site is contained within a field similar to the Gefängnis der Magie spell my-” Reinforce paused, then shook her head, “-that Signum and the others use, which disrupts unauthorized teleportation and helps block physical escape.”
“Clever,” Shari said.
Yuuno nodded. “Outside of the TSAB’s HQ, we’re currently in one of the most secure sites in all of D-Space.”
“Indeed. Just remember, you’re guests here,” Reinforce said firmly. “Stay near me as much as you can, and don’t wander off without an escort.”
“Right,” Shari said quickly. “No wandering off.”
Yuuno nodded as they approached a large, cube-shaped room which branched off in four directions like a cross, while several elevators were set into the walls. A quartet of Knights were waiting for them, all clad in heavy Knight Armor and bearing Devices in the shape of halberds. “Hold,” one of them said, raising a hand. “Present your identification and prepare for scan.”
Yuuno quickly produced his Bureau ID, then turned and raised his arms as one of the Knights slowly swept his Device over his body, blue light tracing over his skin and clothing.
“Clear,” the Knight scanning him announced. “Magical signature and biometrics match our records.”
“Same here,” his companion noted, resting her halberd against her side as Shari lowered her arms.
The Knight in charge nodded, then turned to Reinforce. “My apologies, Buch der Helleslicht, but we have to scan you as well.”
“Go ahead,” Reinforce replied.
The Knight nodded, then gestured to the remaining Knight, who quickly ran his halberd’s light over the tiny alicorn’s frame. “Confirmed,” he said. “She’s a match.”
“Right.” The Knight in charge looked at the three of them quickly. “You’re authorized to enter Sector Delta. Please proceed to Lift One over there and take it down. Do not proceed any further down than Sector Delta, or the security systems will mark you as intruders and will react accordingly. Understood?”
“Understood. Thank you, sir Knight.” Yuuno saluted quickly, then quickly walked over to the elevator in question and stepped inside.
Shari followed, Reinforce perching on her shoulder. “Is it always like this?”
“Yes,” Reinforce said as the door shut. “If anything, security’s much tighter now.”
“Now? What happened?”
“Someone managed to get down to Sector Omega,” Reinforce replied.
“Sector… Omega?”
“It’s where the Saint Church stores its most prized relics,” Yuuno supplied while pressing the button for Sector Delta. “Things that are considered irreplaceable, impossibly dangerous, or both.”
Shari shivered, quickly and nervously adjusting her glasses as the elevator began to move. “Who? How? I mean, this place is a fortress… did they steal something?”
“Nobody knows,” Reinforce replied, “and as far as I know, nothing was taken. But the simple fact that someone was able to reach the most highly guarded collection of relics in the Church’s collection does not bode well.”
“Let’s try to focus on why we’re here,” Yuuno said and leaned against the elevator wall. “Business at hand and all that.”
“R-right,” Shari said. “Focus on the task at hand. Got it.”

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“Right this way, Dr. Scrya, Corporal Finieno, Buch der Helleslicht.” Father Gumpert ushered the trio along, his white lab coat swishing over his black cassock. He was a portly man, the pinkish flush of his face almost matching the light color of his hair. “It’s a pleasure to have you here in our facility.”
“Always happy to help the Church, Father,” Yuuno replied as Gumpert quickly held up his hand to the door scanner. There was a soft hum as his hand was analyzed, followed by the door hissing open, admitting them to an observation and monitoring chamber staffed by several acolytes. “I assume the Relic’s case hasn’t been opened yet?”
“Not yet,” Gumpert replied with a huff. “We were waiting until your arrival to crack it open, as it were. Given your experience in these matters, we thought it best.”
“Thank you,” Yuuno replied, glancing through the room’s large viewing window. The Relic’s case sat on a rounded pedestal in the room beyond, its unassuming octagonal case matte gray and dull despite the bright light. Several rotating rings of light surrounded the case, which Yuuno recognized as containment spells.
“Would you care to do the honors, Doctor?” Gumpert gestured to the door leading to the containment chamber.
“Sure.” Yuuno walked towards the chamber door. “Reinforce, would you mind coming with me?”
“Certainly,” the little alicorn replied, drifting over and landing on his shoulder.
“Uh,” Shari raised a hand. “What should I do?”
“Stay in here,” Yuuno replied, glancing back over his shoulder. “If things go wrong, you should be safe in here.”
Let’s just hope things don’t go REALLY wrong, Yuuno thought to himself, the memories of the fire at Coastal Airport 8 trickling up through his mind; fire that burned even without fuel, blackening stone and shattering concrete. He shook himself before the door opened, letting him step through. As he did so, his suit flickered away, instantly being replaced by his brown and cream Barrier Jacket, his brown shoulder-cloak fluttering against his hips.
“Do you have the scanners trained on me, Father Gumpert?” Yuuno peered over at the window as Reinforce took wing.
“Of course,” came the slightly crackly reply over the room’s speakers. “Proceed at your leisure.”
“Alright.” Yuuno approached the case and slowly ran his hands along the outer edge. The gray metal felt slightly warm under his fingertips.
“Now beginning examination of Lost Logia, codenamed ‘Relic,’” Yuuno stated loudly. “Doctor Yuuno Scrya examining, assisted by Unison Device Reinforce.”
“Now beginning examination. As with the previous Relic, it is contained within a large metallic case, which is slightly warm to the touch. If this case is similar to the previous container, then there should be a pressure-and-magic-sensitive switch that will allow access to its contents, located… here.”
There was a soft click as Yuuno pushed his fingers into the flat side of the container, followed by a whispery hissing noise. The case clicked open, hidden bolts releasing as several screw-like locks rotated. The top half of the case slid upwards and came to a halt. Yuuno inhaled, then slowly lifted the case’s lid off and set it aside.
The Relic itself was nestled in the center of the case. It was a glowing reddish jewel, about the size of his fist. It was cut in a lop-sided spindle, broader at the top and tapering downwards, the rectangular and triangular facets broad and smooth. It resembled a ruby, though there were slowly shifting striations of pink light inside it.
“The Relic is unharmed and whole,” Yuuno continued, his hands hovering on either side of the gem. A pale green glow expanded out from his palms, forming a spherical force-field around it. “No antagonistic reaction from contact with the containment sphere. The Lost Logia is currently sessile and is unlikely to react to examination.”
“We’re currently scanning its resonance frequency and energy readings,” Gumpert’s voice added. “Please continue with your examination.”
Yuuno nodded, floating the gem into the air as he glanced at the case’s insides. “Like the previous Relic, the case seems to be a containment system, though no active spells or countermeasures are observable.” He reached down, running his finger over the small metal plate with the legend ‘VIII’ engraved on it. “Case bears the Galean number eight, likely the Relic’s Serial Number.”
“Ancient Galean numbering was also used during the Belkan era,” Reinforce supplied. “Many concepts, including Galean numerological motifs, were exchanged thanks to traders traveling between Belka, Galea and Shutra.”
“Correct,” Yuuno nodded. “This suggests that the Relics were created before the Warring Era. That’s when the trade between those three Empires was at its peak.”
“We reviewed what records we have remaining of that era,” Gumpert announced. “We didn’t find any mention of the Relics in any of the records… though that’s really not surprising, considering what little information was left behind.”
Reinforce drifted up to the Relic, her horn glowing gently. “It appears to be an energy fountain of some sort; an artificial magical convergence contained within the crystal’s internal structure…”
“Well, we know mages of that era were capable of creating those,” Yuuno replied, crossing his arms. “But I’m not sure if that was its only purpose. Usually, such convergences were used to power other effects programmed into the item’s crystalline matrix. Could you see if you can pick anything up, Reinforce? Maybe you can sense something we can‘t.”
“Let me see.“ Reinforce’s eyes narrowed slightly, her horn glowing brighter as wisps of white light drifted and flowed around the Relic. “There’s… something else inside.”
That made Yuuno perk up. “Something else? I didn’t realize-”
“It’s not surprising,” Reinforce closed her eyes, her ears perking forwards. “It’s buried in the Relic’s magical resonance. I‘m not sure normal magical scans would be able to pick it up. There’s something there… something… hard to explain.”
“Please Reinforce,” Yuuno begged. “Try.”
“It’s… incomplete.” Reinforce shook her head. “It’s like… like I’m trying to make sense of an entire piano piece by just listening to a few randomly selected bars.” Reinforce’s horn dimmed as she grimaced. “If we had more of these Relics, I might be able to make sense of it, but for now…”
“Can you send whatever data you have to the computers here, Reinforce?”
Reinforce nodded. “I was planning on doing just that.” She turned and glanced at the window. “Father Gumpert, please fetch the other Relic that the Saint Church has stored here. Perhaps that will be of some help.”
“At once, Buch der Hellselicht.
Reinforce turned back to Yuuno. “This will take some time. Perhaps it would be wise for you and the Corporal to work on the Drone’s remains. I’ll contact you if I learn anything.”
“Thank you, Reinforce.” Yuuno exhaled and smiled. “I‘m glad we decided to bring you along for this.”

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Longinus Archway Military Training Facility (Long Arch)
Cranagan, Mid-Childa

“Hyah!”
Scootaloo’s skate-clad back hooves scythed out as she turned sharply. Both kicks slammed against Zafira’s open palms, air rushing harmlessly around his gauntleted hands. She pulled back as he pushed her limbs away, her breath coming out in rapid huffs as she regained her footing.
“Better,” Zafira said, flexing his fingers. “But not good enough. You‘re falling back on using centripetal force to enhance your magic.”
“That’s what I was trained to do,” Scootaloo replied with a huff. “That’s what I’m good at.”
“And I’m telling you to get better,” Zafira replied, extending a hand palm-out towards her. “Now, do it again. Focus on your target, and push through. Not around, not at, through.
Scootaloo nodded. Her ribcage expanded as she breathed in deeply, trying to center herself. Don’t let it get to you… treat it like you’re training with Radi again. Don’t let it get to you…
She opened her eyes, then bolted towards Zafira, exhaling as she went. Her wings flared as she reared her front hooves up and began to strike. Tiny sparks sprayed out as the metal of Scootaloo’s skates clashed with Zafira’s gauntlets, but the wolf-man didn’t budge. Not even the rapid-fire rain of punches could move him.
“Faster!” Zafira’s hand moved slightly to catch each blow, his shout overwhelming the clanging of metal. “Faster! You‘re not hitting the target enough!”
“I’m going as fast as I can,” Scootaloo snarled in reply, her front limbs aching from the exertion. The sound of the clashing metal was almost like bells in Scootaloo’s ears. Cling-cling-cling-cling-cling.
“No, you’re not!” Zafira glared at her as he side-stepped, forcing Scootaloo to move around to continue the assault. “Use your magic!”
“I don’t… have… enough… room… to use it!” Scootaloo ground her teeth as she continued to punch. Cling-cling-cling-cling-cling.
“Space means nothing,” Zafira snapped as he swapped hands mid-punch. “You have all the room you need!”
“Rrrrgh!” Scootaloo swung her front hoof back. “I’m sick of this!” She lunged forwards, launching a punch at Zafira’s face.
Her hoof hit a barrier of white light a few inches from Zafira‘s nose. Zafira didn’t even change expression as he grabbed her by the fetlock and promptly spun her about, slamming her onto her back.
Scootaloo groaned, her wings flared out on either side of her body, her legs curled up against her body. Zafira loomed over her, his broad form blocking out the sun. “I don‘t get it,” she said softly. “What am I doing wrong? Am I really hopeless at this, or-”
“Are you done?” Zafira’s question was gruff and to the point.
“Huh?” Scootaloo blinked.
“Are you done? I have little time for self-pity.” Zafira slipped his foot beneath her side and rolled her onto her belly.
“Easy for you to say,” Scootaloo grumbled, then blinked as Zafira took a seat in front of her, crossing his legs beneath him as he did so. “What’re you doing?”
“You’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment,” Zafira rumbled. “Sit up. Take your seat. Meditate with me and clear your mind.”
Scootaloo started to reply, but swallowed her words as Zafira gave her a stern, scarlet-eyed glare. She stood, then settled herself onto her haunches and took a seat, mirroring Zafira.
“Close your eyes.”
Scootaloo shut her eyes, folding her wings about her as she did so.
“Breathe,” Zafira instructed. “Feel the air move through your body. Breathe deep, then let go. Do nothing else.”
Scootaloo did as commanded. They sat in silence for a while, neither she nor Zafira speaking until he broke the silence.
“Better?
“Yes, sir,” Scootaloo muttered, opening her eyes.
“Good.” Zafira nodded. “You let your emotions cloud your judgment. That’s to be expected, given who you idolize.”
Scootaloo grunted, her feathers ruffling. “Let’s not talk about… her.”
Zafira nodded slowly. “Fine. Then let’s talk about you. You can be faster.”
“I told you, I’m hitting as fast as I-”.
“You’re hitting as fast as your muscles can,” Zafira countered. “You’re a pegasus. Use the air.”
“I told you, punching like that doesn’t give me enough space to shape the air properly.” Scootaloo slumped slightly. “If I can’t shape the air properly, then I can’t do anything. Besides, that’d still leave me unable to do anything against AMF…”
“You have more than enough space,” Zafira replied. “With the proper training, a warrior can deal enough force in a single inch to knock his opponent flat. You can do the same. And if you create the spell quick enough, the AMF won‘t be able to dispel it.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Right. Sure. While I’m at it, why don’t I find a way to punch you without actually punching you? Because that‘s about as helpful as the rest of this rut-”
Zafira let out a very canine growl from the back of his throat, which made Scootaloo gulp.
“I have little patience for your tongue, little pegasus,” Zafira warned. His tail and hair were bristled up, and his ears were folded back. “And unlike Sparkle, I have no intention of coddling you. I am doing this so you become useful to this team, not a liability. However, if you wish to waste my time, then I have other duties I can attend to. Do not waste my time.”
“Yes, sir,” Scootaloo said meekly. There was a loud squeak as she actually scooted away from him. Kinda easy to forget he’s a wolf sometimes…
“Good.” Zafira stood, then motioned for Scootaloo to rise as well. “Back to work. And this time, you‘ll remain calm, yes?”
“Yes, sir…”

---

“Trixie has taken the liberty of reviewing Instructor Sparkle‘s training footage. I must admit, you do have something of a talent with illusion magic, Miss Lanster.”
Teana grimaced at the blue unicorn that stood across from her. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“But,” Trixie said as she raised a hoof. “There’s still quite a lot of room for improvement. That’s where I come in, of course. There are more than a few ponies who would sell their tails to learn the tricks of the Great and Powerful Trixie. You should be thankful.”
I don’t know what I did to make Instructor Sparkle stick me with this jumped-up, loud-mouthed circus performer, Teana thought irritably, but whatever it was, I’m sorry.
“I’m sure there are, ma’am,” was what she actually said. “Thank you.”
“Tut-tut,” Trixie waved a hoof with a smirk, then slowly removed her hat. “Think nothing of it. Now, why don’t we get started?”
The unicorn gently tossed the white witch’s hat up at Teana’s head. Teana caught it on instinct, glancing at it, then at Trixie with a frown. “Am I supposed to do something with this, ma’am?”
Trixie smiled from her position. “Just thought you might like to put it on. Make yourself feel more impressive.” The hat suddenly glowed with a white light as Trixie hovered it back over to her side. “But I’m sure your ego is perfectly fine. Now, on to the lesson. I’m sure you’re familiar with my old profession, right?”
“You were a stage magician, ma‘am.”
“You’ve done your homework,” Trixie teased as she ran one hoof along the brim of her hovering hat. “Now, you’re probably wondering what that has to do with anything. It’s actually simple. A stage magician’s life revolves almost entirely around illusion. Sometimes it‘s a clever spell, other times it‘s a quick bit of slight-of-hoof. Still others-”
Teana tried not to grimace as Trixie continued to ramble, her hands folded behind her as she listened. Just put up with it, Teana, she reminded herself. This is the leader of the Wo- the Altenritter. She might be able to teach you something. Maybe.
“…But enough lecturing,” Trixie concluded. “Tell me, Miss Lanster, what’s the key element of a magician’s tricks?”
“Misdirection,” Teana answered. “The ability to fool others, to make them look at what you want them to look at.”
“Gold star, Miss Lanster.”
Teana froze. The voice had come from behind her. Teana quickly turned, her hands moving to her pistols as she spun about, only to come nose-to-point with a very large, star-tipped staff that Trixie’s magical aura was supporting. She glanced back as the hat, now unsupported, fell to the ground with a soft thump.
Trixie, hatless, smiled up at Teana from behind the staff. “Made you look, didn’t I?”
Teana’s eyes narrowed. How did she… when did she… she managed to leave behind an almost flawless visual and auditory illusion of herself, plus an optical camouflage spell while supporting her hat and getting into position? How?
“It wasn‘t all pure magic,” Trixie said, lowering her staff. “The question is, however, what was magic and what was trickery? Can you tell me, Miss Lanster? What did I do?”
Teana frowned, a hand rubbing her chin. “You used a combined spell when you threw your hat at me, disappearing and leaving behind an illusiory after-image. You then snuck behind me while I was holding your hat so I wouldn’t be able to notice if you dropped the spell to levitate it. The illusion and the invisibility were obviously magic, but I’d imagine that you used some sort of ventriloquism to throw your voice. You’re a stage magician, so you’re probably trained in that…”
“You’re correct,” Trixie said. “Mostly.”
“Mostly?”
“Mhmm. Remember; misdirection.“ Trixie smiled, and winked out, though the staff remained behind.
Teana spun around just as Trixie reappeared, her body fading in like mist. “I’ll give you marks for effort, though,” Trixie said with a slightly less arrogant smile. “Twilight was right; you are quite clever.”
Teana’s frown deepened. “So you were actually there the whole time.”
“Precisely,” Trixie answered. “The second most important element in a magician‘s toolbox; let your audience do the work for you. The less you have to do, the more energy you can save up for your next trick.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Teana replied, crossing her arms.
“Good, please do. Now,” Trixie said as she levitated her hat and plopped it onto her head, “let’s teach you how to properly dazzle an audience.”

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TSAB Central Command Building
Cranagan, Mid-Childa

“So, that’s it, then?” Gais laced his fingers together as he reclined in his office chair, his beady eyes focusing on Chrono.
“Yes, sir,” Chrono replied formally. “If you’d like any further clarification, I’ve already submitted the reports of all members involved in the mission. You’re welcome to look them over if you wish.”
“So this transport train just happened to be attacked while you were giving a report to Director Gracia? A transport train that just happened to belong to the Saint Church and just happened to be transporting Lost Logia belonging to the Church?”
“It was a reliquary transport train, sir. I’d be surprised if it wasn’t transporting something of value.”
Gais grunted irritably. “You’d think the Saint Church would be capable of handling their own affairs without requiring our support. One of our transports wouldn’t have been compromised that easily…”
“Of course, sir.”
“I’ll have to speak to Director Gracia about her borrowing you in the future,” Gais continued. “However, I can’t fault you for being so quick to pounce on an opportunity like that. Good way to show them what a proper military can do.”
I’m pretty sure Carim would take umbrage at that. Chrono kept his thoughts to himself, though. “I was under the impression that the Saint Church’s Knights were a ‘proper’ military, sir. Or at least, one recognized by the Bureau.”
Gais snorted derisively. Chrono arched an eyebrow. “Did I say something funny, sir?”
“You’re young, Harlaown,” Gais replied. “It’s to be expected. But just because the Church claims to be a ‘proper’ military doesn’t make it so. They‘re not; or at least, not like we are.”
“If you say so, sir.”
“That’s history talking, Harlaown.“ Gais turned his chair slightly, presenting himself in profile to Chrono, his expression growing hard. “I remember the stories my old man told me. Stories about the things he saw during the war; biomechanical horrors armed with mass-based weaponry, hunter-killer constructs reverse-engineered from living beings, knights that were more machine than man, weird magic that nobody else could do… Any group that seeks to preserve the legacy of those demons, much less worship them, has no right to exist in civilized society. The only reason they‘ve got any political power at all is because they make themselves useful to the Bureau.”
“I… see.”
“Director Gracia’s well aware of my opinion about her organization,” Gais continued, looking over at him. “And I’m willing to let her go about her business so long as she doesn’t present a threat to my world. But you’re under my jurisdiction, Harlaown. Keep that in mind the next time Director Gracia decides to call in a favor. Are we clear?”
“Crystal, sir,” Chrono replied calmly.
“Good.” Gais turned back and faced him properly, his eyes boring into Chrono’s. “And I’m sure that if there was something else going on, you’d let me know immediately. Wouldn’t you, Harlaown?”
Chrono didn’t even blink. “Of course, sir. After all, I’m from Mid-Childa myself. The last thing I’d want is something to happen to my world.”
Gais stared at him, then nodded in satisfaction. “Good to hear, Harlaown. Glad to see we’re on the same page. I’ll review the after-action reports later. If I have any further questions, I’ll contact you. Dismissed.”
Chrono rose to his feet, saluted with his good hand, then turned and walked out. Griffith was waiting for him outside the office.
How’d it go? Griffith whispered telepathically.
About as well as I expected. Chrono began walking towards the elevator. Griffith fell into step behind him like always.
Did he ask about what the train was carrying?
Yup. I didn’t give him specifics, but he doesn’t seem to know that the train had a Relic. He’ll probably go over the after-action reports with a fine-toothed comb, though.
Makes me wonder, though. Why aren’t we reporting the fact that the Church has a Relic, sir?
Chrono grumbled as they reached the elevator, depressing the call button with his thumb. Gais is the last person I would want to turn a Relic over to.
Because he’s ambitious?
No, because he’s the exact sort of man that would sell his scruples for power, Chrono replied as the elevator doors opened. The only difference between him and Admiral Graham is the rank badge they wear.
I can think of a few other differences, sir, if you need help with coming up with some, Griffith replied dryly as they stepped into the elevator, eliciting a snort of laughter from Chrono. Do you think he’s compromised by this ‘conspiracy‘ of yours?
He’s an ambitious, high-ranking military officer with a broad scope of power. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t compromised. After all, what better pawn is there than someone with good intentions?

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Cling-cling-cling-cling-cling.
Scootaloo’s breath came out quick and harsh as she continued punching. Zafira’s hand moved quickly, cleanly intercepting each punch. The only time he even moved was when he took a step to one side or the other, forcing her to move in tandem with him. He almost seemed bored by the whole thing.
Cling-cling-cling-cling-cling.
“Hup!” He took a step. Scootaloo followed in kind, her skates clicking as she shifted her stance, her eyes narrowed as she focused.
Hit faster he says. Hit more he says. This is stupid. Her hooves snapped out, each jab sending small sparks as metal struck metal. I’m already hitting as fast as I can. What does he expect me to do, grow another set of legs?
Cling-cling-cling-cling-cling.
And that stupid ‘one inch’ thing. What does he expect me to make in a single inch of movement? That’s not enough moving air to make something like a blade… unless…
Scootaloo paused, her hoof still buried in Zafira’s palm. The wolf-man arched an eyebrow at her curiously. His hair stirred slightly, even though no wind was blowing.
“You know,” Scootaloo said, “I think I’ve got an idea. You said I need to hit faster, right? Like a jackhammer.”
Zafira nodded.
Scootaloo lowered back down to all fours as she blew a few strands of her mane out of her eyes. “Could you give me a sec to think?”
“Take all the time you need.”
Scootaloo nodded, then slowly began to skate in a lazy ring, her ears folded back as she thought. Jackhammer. Jackhammer… Horseapples, how does a jackhammer work again? It’s like the whole piston-y thing. That’s how the ones they use in Cloudsdale work. Just a single point stabbing a single spot over and over…
She shook her head and turned sharply, swerving and resuming her skating in a figure-eight. But I can’t punch fast enough to do the jackhammer. And there’s not enough space… or is there? There was that thing Teana was yammering about when she was trying to explain that whole bullet thing of hers. Something about layers… wait, that’s it! Layers!
Scootaloo came to a halt. “I… might have something. Gimme just a little bit more time.”
Zafira nodded, then extended his hand again, palm out. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Scootaloo then breathed slowly as she centered herself. You there, Gale Force?
Gotcha, her Device replied.
Good. You know that Peregrine Claw spell you’ve got in your archive? Can you change it?
Yes. How?
Make it… like a cone. A sharp pointy cone. Could you make one of those really fast when I punch?
Could do. Focus energy to single point. Would compromise spell durability. Would make the effect fragile.
Fragile, huh? Hmm… wait. Could you make, like, a stack of spikes? You know, one inside another?
The Device parsed that quickly. Scootaloo could feel an itch in the back of her skull as Gale Force calculated. Gotcha.
Alright then, Scootaloo thought as she pulled one hoof back. Here goes nothing…
Scootaloo jabbed at Zafira’s fist. The wheels of her skates clanged against his gauntlet with each strike. When I punch, she thought at Gale Force, I want you to make the spikes as fast as you can.
Gotcha.
She clenched her teeth, drawing in her energy as she pulled back for another blow. Now!
There was a flicker of purple light. Zafira’s eyes widened as Scootaloo punched in. A spike of solidified air surrounded Scootaloo’s skates, the tip stabbing into Zafira’s palm. The spike shattered as it connected, the shards of mana peeling away to reveal the next in line. Scootaloo powered through ignoring the burning of her arm.
ClingCLCLCLCLCLANG! Five spikes stabbed in at a single point on Zafira’s palm and shattered in less than a second, right before Scootaloo’s hoof made contact with metal.
There was a flash of white as Zafira summoned a Barrier over his hand when Scootaloo struck a second time. Purple and white sparks sprayed out as Scootaloo’s magic clashed with the defensive spell. Scootaloo quickly pulled back, breathing heavily as she lowered her front hooves.
“Well done.” Zafira shook his hand. The palm of his gauntlet had a jagged opening in the center of the plate, like someone had taken a hole punch to it. “Seems you’ve figured out a workaround.”
Scootaloo groaned and widened her stance slightly. Her muscles felt like jelly and her head was pounding. “Yeah… well… didn’t have much choice.”
Zafira crouched down, gently pressing his fingers into Scootaloo’s sore muscles. He let out a grunt as she winced. “It seems there was some feedback from the spell. That tends to happen when you’re attempting something like this.” His other hand flicked out, calling up a small communication window. “Sparkle, Captain Testarossa-Sparkle, I’ll be escorting Scootaloo to Shamal for a check-over.”
“Is she okay?” came Twilight’s response.
“I’m fine,” Scootaloo grumbled, causing Zafira to snort.
“Slight magic feedback. Probably nothing major.”
“If it’s mana feedback, then by all means,” Twilight quickly replied. “Better safe than sorry.”
“Indeed. I’ll return once she’s with Shamal.” Zafira dismissed the screen with a wave of his hand, then stood up. “Can you walk?”
“I’m fine.” Scootaloo grimaced, taking a step before wincing and pulling the hoof she‘d just punched with off the ground. “Ow… okay, yeah… maybe I could use some help.”
Zafira nodded, then crouched down and dead-lifted the pegasus, eliciting a squawk of surprise as he cradled her. “Wh-what’re you doing?!”
“Carrying you.”
Scootaloo wriggled. “Sheesh, this is embarrassing…”
“Not as embarrassing as dealing permanent damage to your leg,” Zafira replied as he began walking.
“Yeah, but do you really have to carry me around like a stuffed toy? I‘m not a little filly anymore.”
Zafira snorted. “You’re not the first pony I’ve carried about and tended to. Now hush. You can deal with the humiliation later.”

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Saint Church Central Reliquary Site (aka Versteckte Verboten Heiliger-Boden)
Strangreal Mountain Range
Saint Church Self-Administrated Territory
Northern Mid-Childa

Shari felt like a kid in a candy store.
What remained of the massive drone from yesterday hovered in a containment field before her, slowly unpeeling like an onion under her direction. The outer shell had been carefully dismantled, revealing the inner workings of the spherical machine. Shari was an engineer with a specialty in Devices, so she of all people could appreciate the sheer amount of care that had gone into the drone’s construction.
“Look at these circuit boards, Yuuno,” Shari said excitedly, carefully freeing the component from its slot and removing it from the stasis field. “The components are seamlessly melded to the board rather than soldered or molecularly fused. I’ve never seen microcrystalline conduction pathways laid out like these. It’s like the board was grown rather than constructed.”
Yuuno nodded, but Shari could tell he wasn’t quite getting it. She quickly turned back to the machine itself, waving at one of the priests as he slowly removed another layer of machinery. “Please, be careful with that. We need to preserve as much of this as we can!”
“Yes, ma’am,” the priest replied flatly. “We know.”
Shari blushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean… n-never mind.”
“I think it’s safe to say they know what they’re doing, Shari,” Yuuno smiled faintly as he adjusted his glasses. “So, in your professional opinion, how would someone go about building a machine like this?”
“Well, most drones are alike in a lot of ways,” Shari replied, settling back into her zone. “Most of the drones the Bureau uses are designed for either static sentry work or for training. Without getting too deep into the technical minutia, I’ll simply say that the schematics are standardized, and the internal architecture is relatively modular. The individual components are mass-produced, then put together as needed according to requisition requests. That includes on-board weapons, too.”
“But this drone?” she gestured to the remains. “This drone’s an entirely different kettle of fish. Aside from the circuitry, there’s parts and circuit patterns I’ve never seen before. That’s not getting into the clearly custom-designed equipment this drone’s carrying, like the beam emitters and the sensor arrays. I wouldn’t be surprised if this thing was built from custom alloys and synthetically created materials either.” She sighed and shook her head. “I just wish Erio hadn’t struck the thing’s core CPU when he took it down. I’d have loved to go over its programming. But somehow I doubt I would’ve gotten much out of it.”
“So…”
Shari crossed her arms and huffed. “I hate to admit it but whoever built this is so far beyond my level of expertise it’s not even funny. We’re past ‘cutting edge’ tech here. We’re getting close to nearly Lost Logia levels of magical engineering.”
“Excuse me, Miss Shari? Dr. Scrya?” One of the priests peeked out from around the machine. “You might wanna take a look at this.”
Shari set the circuit board back in the stasis field and jogged over to the priest. “Did you find something?”
The priest nodded and gestured to the drone. “I was about to inspect what appears to be the machine’s power source when I found this.” He reached over and tapped on the exposed circuit board, his finger resting on a small, thumb-sized engraved metal plate.
“It looks like Mid-Childan script.” Shari narrowed her eyes. “Jail… Scaglietti?”
“Well,” Yuuno said somberly, “looks like Chrono’s going to get all the confirmation he needs.”
“Sir,” Shari looked over at the priest, “you said you were about to inspect the drone’s power source? Mind if I observe?”
The priest nodded, then reached back into the stasis field with both hands. His hands glowed slightly as he began to carefully separate the pieces of machinery. Shari held her breath as the silver pieces of metal slowly parted, revealing the machine’s central core; a set of five concentric golden rings centered around a small, glowing blue jewel.
“A five-fold containment system with what appears to a self-contained mana-to-energy translation matrix,” she said almost to herself. “I don’t recognize the material though. It looks like it’s being powered by…”
“Both of you,” Yuuno said slowly, “step back, please.”
Both Shari and the priest turned to look at Yuuno. The professor’s face had just gone quite pale. “Dr. Scrya? Is there something wrong?”
“Yes,” Yuuno said softly. “What I’m seeing should be impossible.”
“I… I don’t understand,” Shari said, glancing at the generator, then back at Yuuno.
“Somehow,” Yuuno’s voice was tense, “Jail Scaglietti managed to get his hands on a Jewel Seed.”

---

Thanks for the update, Yuuno, Chrono replied telepathically. He lowered his hand from his temple and rested it on the café’s table.
“Problems, Chrono?”
“Hmm?” Chrono blinked and glanced up at Genya.
The older officer picked up his coffee cup and pointed it at him, the contents sloshing slightly. “I may not be a mage, but I can tell when someone’s having a conversation.” Genya took a sip from his cup, then frowned and reached for the sugar. “Besides, you turned a little pale there for a second.”
“Bad news, sadly,” Chrono replied. “Has something to do with an old case of mine. One I thought I’d put to bed a long time ago.”
“You know the old saying, Chrono,” Genya replied with a smirk. “’Good cases stay in bed. Bad ones just get up and wander around.’”
“Trust me, I know.” Chrono sighed. “But this one is particularly bad.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help, Chrono…”
“Trust me, I’ll let you know.” Chrono glanced around the café. “Shouldn’t she be here by now?”
“Patience, Captain,” Genya replied. “She’ll be here soon.”
Chrono was about to reply when a woman stepped into the café. She was tall and confident, dressed in Ground Forces brown with a dark purple tie around her neck. A heavy-looking duffle bag hung from one of her shoulders. Her thick, waist-length purple hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, away from her blue-green eyes.
“Hey, Ginga,” the lady behind the counter called out, waving to her. “Your usual?”
Yup, you can see the family resemblance, Chrono thought idly as Ginga placed her order, then walked over to the table he and Genya were sharing. Genya stood and hugged her, wincing as Ginga pulled him into a crushing bear-hug. “Ahem,” Genya coughed as Ginga let him go. “Ginga, I’m sure you remember Captain Harlaown.”
“Of course,” Ginga replied, turning and quickly saluting. “Captain.”
“Master Sergeant,” Chrono replied, then waved his good hand. “Relax. I’m not exactly a stickler for formality.”
“Yes, sir,” Ginga replied as she set her bag down with a heavy clunk, then removed her jacket. Chrono could see the taut muscles of her arms flex beneath the thin fabric of her uniform shirt. “Sorry to have kept you two waiting. I had to stop by Cartos’ office to pick up a few things for the meeting. By the way, commander, Cartos told me to remind you that you have a meeting with Captain Haubert in an hour.”
“Thanks,” Genya took a sip from his drink before turning back to Chrono. “We should probably get down to business then.”
Chrono nodded as a waitress brought Ginga’s drink over. It was a huge mocha, topped high with whipped cream, chocolate shavings and syrup. It looked more like a milkshake than a cup of coffee. “So, Genya tells me you’ve got something that might be relevant to my little problem.”
Ginga nodded as she sipped her drink. “I’ve been working on a few smuggling cases,” she said as she lowered the glass. “There’s been a major rise in them ever since the new trade regulations came out. There’s been a big flood of Equestrian stuff on the market, particularly antiquities and organic samples. A few days ago one of our squads apprehended someone trying to smuggle a large shipment of Poison Joke seeds into Cranagan.”
Chrono winced. “I’ve heard horror stories about that stuff. Good thing you caught them.”
Ginga nodded. “Thankfully, we‘re not on our own on this. But while the Church has been doing well to catch people trying to sneak through with items that could be considered Lost Logia, we can’t be everywhere at once. We’ve been hearing rumors from our sources that there’s going to be a big turnover soon; a large-scale sale of antiquities and other objects that’re against the Bureau-Equestrian Trade Agreement.”
“And you think our common enemy will be there?” Chrono rubbed his chin. “That does sound like something he’d be involved in.”
“I doubt he’ll be there himself,” Genya replied. “He’ll most likely do it via proxy, like the rest of his business dealings. But if it’s something this high-profile, then he’s bound to act.” He paused as a soft hum came from his pocket. He read down and quickly produced a small cell phone. “Sorry, I need to take this. Could you two give me a moment?”
“Of course,” Chrono nodded as Genya stood up and walked off. He glanced back at Ginga, noticing the unhappy expression on the young woman’s face. “Something the matter, Master Sergeant?”
“It just… bothers me, sir,” she replied. “From what I’ve gathered from my father, this isn’t an official investigation. You’re not even supposed to be fielding any cases given your position and condition.”
“And you’d be correct,” Chrono replied. “But trust me, this is for a good cause.”
“Is my little sister involved in this ‘cause’ as well?”
Chrono sighed. “Subaru and the other trainees aren’t involved in this particular case.”
Ginga’s eyes narrowed. “You’re positive?”
“You have my word,” Chrono replied, raising his hand as though taking an oath.
“Good.” Ginga chewed thoughtfully on her straw as she drank her coffee. She then lifted her head up and focused directly on Chrono. “I want in.”
Chrono quirked an eyebrow. “Pardon?”
“I want in,” Ginga repeated. “Whatever this case is, it’s clearly got you and dad spooked. If nothing else, I’ll be able to keep an eye on you two.”
“Ginga,” Chrono said slowly, “this isn’t a simple case. I can’t guarantee you’ll be safe if you get involved in this mess. If certain individuals get wind of what we’re doing, you could lose a lot, starting with your career…”
“I didn’t join the Ground Forces to be safe,” Ginga replied. “And somebody has to watch out for dad and Subaru.”
“I’m pretty sure I can look after myself.”
Ginga jumped slightly as Genya rested his hand on her shoulder, then took a seat. “Sir, I-”
Genya waved her off, then turned to Chrono. “It’s up to him, Ginga. What do you say, Chrono? Should I have one of my best investigators get involved with our little conspiracy?”
Chrono sighed, then shrugged. “What the hell, why not? Better to have you on board then leave you hanging in the dark, Ginga.”
Ginga nodded in satisfaction. “Thank you, sir.”
“We’ll have to get you outfitted, of course,” Chrono continued. “If you’re going to be running around with Subaru, you two should at least be on even footing.”
Ginga giggled softly. “Sir,” she said, a hand going to her lips, “with all due respect, we’ve never been on equal footing.”
“Well then, I’ll expect you to pull your weight, Master Sergeant Nakajima.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Now,” Chrono tapped his fingers on the tabletop as Ginga took another drink, “when and where is this big sale you were talking about?”
“It’s a few days from now.” Ginga stirred the whipped cream into her coffee as she spoke. “It’s at a private auction, at the Hotel Augusta…”

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Reinforce quietly inspected the pair of Relics hovering before her. Both gems were identical to the naked eye, their crystalline shapes flawless and their colors bright.
Of course, the truth was nowhere near as simple as that.
“Whenever you’re ready, Buch der Helleslicht.
“Thank you, Farther,” Reinforce replied. The tiny alicorn lifted her head up and closed her eyes, willing power through her horn. Her magic flowed outwards, caressing the gems gently as she tried to attune herself to their resonance, the ‘signal’ of their magic.
Now, the ancient Device thought as her ears perked forward, what secrets are you hiding?
She could feel the gentle pulse of energy wash over her. Just like before, she could hear something faint, like bits of a song buried beneath heavy static.
No… not a song… She focused, diverting more processing power from her core programming. I hear… words?
…min… …tareeqil… …atfaal…
Reinforce’s eyes shot open, the connection breaking instantly. Her breath heaved as she tried to catch her breath, even though she didn’t require air to function.
Buch der Helleslicht, what is wrong? Respond!”
“I’m fine,” Reinforce replied as she steadied herself. “All is well. Do not be alarmed.”
Those words… that voice… Reinforce shook her head. I don’t recognize them, and yet… they sound familiar somehow. Why?

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Evening slowly rolled around, the orange sun setting over Long Arch as Mid-Childa’s twin moons rose high in the sky. Teana yawned widely as she walked with her fellow squad members towards the barracks.
“Come on, Scootaloo, just tell me already!” She could hear Subaru begging.
Teana rolled her eyes. Ever since they’d finished practicing, the Pegasus had been smiling like a cat that had caught the canary. She could care less, but it was clearly driving Subaru bonkers.
“Once we get inside, sure,” she heard Scootaloo reply.
“Awww… come on!”
Teana sighed. “Oh stop tormenting her, featherhead,” Teana replied as she glanced back at the pair. “Just tell her already.”
Scootaloo snorted, then smirked triumphantly. “Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it. I’ve managed to figure out how to beat the drone’s AMF.”
That caught Teana’s attention. She stopped and turned as Subaru gasped.
“Seriously? That’s awesome!” Subaru was almost bouncing with giddy glee. “You’ve got to tell me now! How’d you figure it out? I mean, I know you had difficulty with the AMF disrupting your spell matrix, but if you’ve discovered a work-around that doesn’t require cartridges-”
“Sheesh, Subs, breathe!” Scootaloo waved her hooves at the blue-haired girl. “Besides, it’s not like it’s a big deal. I mean, anypony could’ve figured it out. Right, carrot-top?”
Teana felt her lips twist as Scootaloo smirked at her. “Right. Anybody could.”
Subaru paused quickly glancing between Teana and Scootaloo. “Uh… y-yeah. Go team…” She laughed weakly, running a hand through her hair.
“Anyway,” Scootaloo continued, trotting past Teana, “let’s go on inside, Subaru. Maybe you can give me your opinion on my work.”
Did she figure out how the variable coating trick worked? Teana scowled as the pair walked off. Impossible. There’s no way she’s that clever. Special Instructor Sparkle must have helped her… right?
She exhaled and shoved her hands into her pockets, then trudged along after Subaru and Scootaloo. She only paused when she saw Spike watching her from the steps as her other squad-mates headed inside.
She frowned at the petite purple dragon. “What?”
“I didn’t say nothin’,” Spike replied, crossing his arms. “What’s got you all ticked off, eh?”
“None of your business,” Teana growled as she stepped through the doors.