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// Chapter 7: Subject Alpha Vs Big Sister (Edited) 
// Story: Scootaloo's Big Daddy 
// by DarthVendar 
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"Big Sisters are the new gatekeepers of Rapture: Born from Little Sisters, they don costumes much like their former protectors--the Big Daddy. However, these lithe, broken, mysterious creatures are worlds different from the hulking beasts that inspired their design..."
―Unknown




'PROTECT LITTLE SISTER' Subject Alpha 9-2's mental programing commanded with indelible authority. He brought his attention back to what he believed was a Rogue Big Daddy before him; hoping that his Little Sister would do as he said and find some place safe to hide. With a single thought his 50 Cal machine gun extended out from his armored saddle loaded with Armor Piercing ammo, and brought up his drill just in time to block a two foot needle from stabbing into his face. Quickly countering Alpha opened fire with his machine gun only to watch his enemy disappear in a puff of purple smoke before the bullets even hit. For a moment the Big Daddy froze in place as his mind tried to make sense of what just happened. Unfortunately one moment was all the Rogue Daddy needed. A ball of fire slammed into Subject Alpha's left side and sent him rolling across the muddy ground. Quickly getting up and throwing his body to his left Alpha managed to avoid the next volley of fire and locate his opponent high in a pine tree. He returned fire with his machine gun. In turn the mad Rogue avoided the stream of bullets by jumping from tree to tree with ease. The Rogue suddenly flipped the tables by firing balls of fire while it jumped around in the trees surrounding Subject Alpha. Nowhere near as fast as the Rogue, Subject Alpha was unable to dodge the firestorm, and was pounded by blast after blast of incinerate. Although the small balls of fire would normally be more annoying than dangerous to Alpha the sheer number of blasts that hit were taking their toll.
Thoroughly pissed, Subject Alpha timed the Rogue's next round, raised his right hoof, and with proper leading launched his drill.  The drill head flew through the air with its coiling retractable cable trailing behind before burying itself several inches into the Rogue's back right thigh. Alpha then retracted the cable and pulled with all his might, slamming the Rogue straight into the ground. The drill bit dislodged itself from the Rogue Daddy due to the force of the impact, and Alpha knew just what to do with it. Returning the drill back to his right hoof Alpha leaped into the air intent on smashing the drill into the Rogue. With a perfect back flip the Rogue gave another screech and charged him again.
Blocking the needle with his drill again, Alpha moved in close and delivered a headbutt. Although the Rogue was sent sliding several feet both of their helmets rung for several seconds. ‘Definitely not my brightest idea.' Although it was annoying to him, it was a downright excruciating for the rogue daddy. It was holding its helmeted head screaming in pain, and he could have sworn the rogue had an unsettling vibrating effect similar to a tuning fork. Alpha span his drill up and attempted to thrust it into the rogue’s midsection, but yet again the flexible rogue jumped out of the way. However, this time Subject Alpha was ready and launched his drill into the rogue's back, pulled it back to him and then bucked the rogue off his drill. The force of his buck managed to launch the rogue daddy twenty feet straight into a tree. Wanting to give the thin rogue a taste of its own fiery medicine, Alpha launched his own fire burst of incinerate. Acting quickly the rogue backflipped onto the tree it was against, and while upside down blocked his attack by telekinetically making a shield out of nearby rocks. The rogue then aimed the burning pile of rocks back at him.
It only took Alpha a second to realize the inevitable. 'Well... Shit.' With the force of a car slamming into him at 20 miles an hour, Subject Alpha was flung back 30 feet and landed on sharp rocks. Upon impact with the ground Alpha's drill accidentally launched, slammed into a rather large boulder of granite, and shattered into several dozen pieces. It took Subject Alpha several seconds to process the fact that his high tech drill had just been turned into a glorified brass knuckle.








Issue: Hydraulic Fluids / Gases within drill cause subject to become unreliable. unstable.
--Launching option to be removed from drill in All future models.
-Dr. Suchong (Creator of the Big Daddy), December, 31, 1958








'Oh Buck!' Alpha got up as quickly as he could and what remained of his drill retracted back. However when he faced where the rogue daddy had been it was nowhere to be found. He turned around searching for the give away red glowing visor, but he couldn’t locate it. Subject Alpha tried to keep aware of any sign of an attack, but by the time he heard the sound of a distorted screech it was already too late. The rogue daddy dropped in from above; the massive needle attached to its left hoof ready to skewer him. To Alpha the world moved in slow motion, but no matter how slow everything became he was still the slowest one there. He could only watch as the needle came closer and closer. With the full force of the rogue behind it the needle entered his stomach just under his front right hoof, and lanced him. The rogue grabbed his neck to hold him close, and while twisting the needle inside of him began to literally drain the life out of his body. Subject Alpha screamed in agony as his strength, and his Adam was drained from him. He felt so weak, so quickly, and his mind struggled to think of a way out of what had to be one of the worst hugs in history. 'Protect Little Sister.' Even in his final moments his mental programing commanded him to win. Suddenly the rogue's reaction to being headbutted came to his mind. "Well I'm dead anyways."
Alpha slowly brought his head back with all the strength he could muster, and brought his face down on the rogue daddy's head.
"Ding!"
The Rogue pulled its life sucking needle out of him and grabbed its helmet in an attempt to block out the noise. Alpha rushed forward now able to use what little strength remained in him to push the rogue into a tree.
"Ding!!"
The rogue's helmet slammed against the tree and caused the rouge to give an endless twisted scream. Backing up slightly Alpha activated what was left of his drill. The rogue charged at him in a blind fury. Alpha delivered an uppercut to the rogue with every ounce of his strength left..
"Ding!"
The rogue flew backwards and slammed the back of its helmet against the tree again.
"Dong!"
The rogue daddy collapsed at the base of the tree, and its visor turned off. Staring at his unconscious foe, Alpha prepared to finish it off. His machine gun extended, once more loaded with armor piercing rounds. At this range he could not miss. The barrel of the gatling span up.
"Wait! What are you doing!?" A particular foal yelled out.
Alpha slowly put his machine gun away, and stared at his Little Sister, who should have been very far away.
"What is with you and trying to kill ponies!?" Scootaloo yelled at Alpha.
'Because they are trying to kill me as well, also dead ponies can't hurt you.' Alpha thought to himself.
Scootaloo grabbed Subject Alpha's helmet and peered in with adorable puppy dog eyes. "Please... Dad... No more killing... I have no idea what happened tonight, but please. There is no reason to kill anypony."
'You are absolutely adorable, but sadly I must follow my programming and if I must kill then I will--'
'Serve Little Sister!'
'Et tu Programae?' Alpha slowly and carefully nodded. 'fine I won't kill anyone tomorrow... I wish I could stay longer...'
"Thank you!" Scootaloo squealed with joy and hugged Alpha's helmet. "Oh I almost forgot!" Scootaloo stopped hugging Alpha and picked up some rocks. The little filly then threw the rocks at Alpha as hard as she could. "What were you trying to do with me earlier! Some ritual sacrifice or something!? No more needles! Okay?! I hate needles!" When Scootaloo ran out of rocks, she punched and kicked him, and when she got too tired she cried. Alpha didn't react to her rocks or punches, but lifted her up and gave her a big gentle hug when she cried. When Scootaloo finally calmed down he placed her back on the ground.
"Thanks." Scootaloo said calmly before giving Alpha's hoof a hug. After a few moments Scootaloo realized that there was still a unconscious armored pony next to them. "Uh... So do you think you can carry that back with us?" Alpha gave a shrugging nod, began unwinding what was left of his drill and started tying the unconscious thin pony with the tow wire.





The walk back to the crystal castle was long, painful, and tiring. Alpha knew his time was coming, at least he was able to protect his little sister one last time. He walked inside the castle with the guards giving him dirty looks, but still giving him his space. Suddenly there were those six mares again, it felt like he was missing so much. Like he was blinking and suddenly minutes would pass, and their voices seemed so far away.
The rainbow colored mare led Scootaloo away, but before he could follow the white unicorn stopped him.
"You’re hurt..." She gestured to the blood trail behind him. "Please let us help you." She spoke with a kind reassuring voice, but he knew he could not be helped.
"Please darling, would you kindly take your helmet off?"
Alpha paused for a moment. 'Something she just said doesn't sit right with me.' He thought. Slowly he sat on his haunches and slowly grabbed his helmet and gave it a sharp turn. The sharp hiss of releasing pressurized gas. Slowly Alpha lifted the bulbous metal helmet of an Alpha Big Daddy off his head and revealed a messy sweat plastered orange coat, a rats nest of a long auburn mane, bright glowing yellow soulless eyes, and a muzzle covered in blood.
'Would You Kindly?'
Subject Alpha suddenly felt the world spin around him. He vomited blood before the mares and he passed out knowing this was his end.