TIME: INDETERMINABLE, COSMIC YEAR: 2083
LOCATION: DASHA REGION SECTOR Z5 QUADRANT IV POSITION X5007Y2453Z9457
NEARBY CELESTIAL BODY: PLANET DESIGNATION “AETHER”
The Space Pirates were doing as they did best; plotting to mercilessly pillage a planet. But there was a nearby anomaly, one which scared them; a spatial signature left behind by Samus Aran’s ship.Even if it was just a signature, it scared them.
“My Lord,” says a Pirate admiral. He wore medals, from previous pirate raids; most of Ridley’s admirals were new, but a few survived the Hunter’s fights. Those that harmed her without dying practically became war heroes. “We have found a spatial signature of the Hunter’s ship. Shall we give chase?”
“Not yet,” says Ridley, on a large throne adorned with metal. “We need to do a decent sized supply raid first on the federation colony on Aether, and then we shall go after her. I can now get my revenge, and be redeemed in society. We can have our own nation, as long as we remove the Hunter first.” He says the last part literally spitting venom. He hated the Federation, but hated the Hunter more. More than anything else. Not even death was as aggravating as the Hunter.
“Let the raid begin,” he says with a smile, jumping out of the ship into the atmosphere, flaring his wings into the sky of Aether.
LOGBOOK ENTRY #004
TIME: UNKNOWN, COSMIC YEAR 2083
LOCATION: UNKNOWN REGION UNKNOWN SECTOR UNKNOWN QUADRANT POSITION X500098627Y312357Z102837643267
NEARBY CELESTIAL BODIES: PLANET TEMPORARY DESIGNATION “EQUESTRIA”; MOON IN ORBIT AROUND PLANET “EQUESTRIA.”
Samus had woken up from the small guest room, before Twilight and Spike had awoken. She had always woken early, mostly because of the various conflicts she had been through. When something can kill you in its sleep, it often tries to. She crept down stairs, and walked into the library. She picked up a book, and noticed it was written in the English alphabet.
“At least these things won’t be hard to scan,” she says. She notices a small pile of books set out, and looks at them. They are all cartography books like she asked for.
“This will definitely help,” she says. She scans the books, and her suit makes adjustments to the scanned maps and eventually gives this notification:
[Map Data Acquired! Equestria is ready to be traversed with ease.]
She hadn’t had to manually scan map data in a long time, as she was used to various map stations being scattered throughout areas. Eventually, she opted to go to the junkyard for the parts she would need. Activating the speed booster, but disabling its damaging function, she rushes over to the site. She starts picking through, assorting junk metal from useful materials. She eventually has enough, wishing she knew where Engineer was. Then again, she decides might be able to track him and his colleagues down with one of her visors, most likely X-ray or Thermal, later. She sprints into the woods, drops the metal off and checks on Adam.
“You alright, Adam?” she asks.
“Yes, lady. I have figured out that I can fly, and the tractor function is operational. We can do repairs where I presume you found civilization?”
“It’s not an advanced civilization, but they speak English. Good enough for me.”
“Allow me to fly us there.” he replies, activating the two functional thrusters of the ship. “The ride will be rough without stabilizers, but I can manage.”
Engineer was waking up from the long day from before to start basic construction of a new, partial base in the barn. He decides the first thing to do is set up some dispensers, as the dispensers supplied him with not just health, but more metal to construct with. After setting up three, he hears the sound of movement, automatically drawing his pistol out of instinct; however, all he sees is the pony from yesterday, cowering.
“Shoot, I’m sorry for scaring ya.” he says, placing the pistol back in his belt “Was setting up a base of operation in here.”
“What’s that thing?” she says, gesturing to the dispenser.
“This here is a Dispense-o-matic 9000,” he says. “Better known simply as a ‘Dispenser.’ It heals similar to Medic’s medigun and supplies ammunition and metal for constructing more buildings for me.”
“That sounds good.” she says.
“Wanna help me build the rest of the stuff in here?” he says.
“Sure, don’t see why not.” she replies. She doesn’t see any tools or devices other than his toolbox and wrench. “But how’d ya build it when ya don’t have anything out?”
“Heh, I got a few tricks up my sleeve,” he says. “I put a quantity of metal in the toolbox and it starts building automatically. I just speed it up with mah wrench.” He cradles his Jag in his hands.
“So what do you do?” she asks.
“Ya move the box where ya want it, and hit a little.” Apple Bloom nudges the box a bit, then bucks it slightly. The box makes a steam noise, then starts rising up. In less than a minute, the structure is complete.
“That was easy,” she says, but in that time, Engineer had already built four on the other side of the barn.
“Great, now let me reprogram this... “ he says, messing around with his Pip-Boy. He changes the sentry’s programming to not hurt the ponies he had loaded into the small device’s database. Then, he decides to start building sentries, as teleporters were his last priority. He sets the box down and starts building the sentry, and Apple Bloom looks on at the device.
“But what does it do?” she asks again, still confused at its purpose.
“It shoots anything it perceives as a threat that gets too close. I also can take manual control of it, like this.” He takes out his Wrangler, and a red shield appears around the device. It points a laser at the location it aims, a bit like Sniper’s laser sights on some of his weapons. “Ah’m gonna build two more of these, and upgrade one of them up.”
After finishing building the other two, he fully upgrades the center one in the center of the entrance. There were now three sentries; one level three in the central path, and two level ones on the sides. He hears something over the beeping of sentries, the sounds of hoofsteps similar Apple Bloom’s but a bit louder. He yanks out his wrangler and points the sentries to the ground, in case the guns accidentally perceive it as a hostile. He sees an orange pony taller than Apple Bloom, and obviously older.
“Sis, how’s that creature-” she says, before hearing the beeping of the guns. “What in tarnation?”
“Hello there miss.” says Engineer.
“Applejack, Ah would like you to meet Engineer.” says the small pony.
“Um, hello?” she responds a bit unsure. “What is all this stuff?”
“Small base of operation,” says Engineer. “Ah built some dispensers and a few sentries to keep this place safe.”
“Isn’t this a little overkill?” she asks, inspecting the level three sentry.
“Well if it’s where I’m staying, I’d like to know mah stuff’s here so ain’t getting killed in the night.” He remembers how spies had a nasty habit of backstabbing as you sleep while your sentry’s busy taking down other infuriated men.
“All right then,” says Applejack. “Ah was coming down here to see if ya’ll wanted breakfast.”
“Sounds good, miss Applejack.” says Engineer. The three leave the barn for a nearby house.
“And that’s how Equestria was made!” says Pinkie Pie at the end of her story. Medic certainly wasn’t expecting that as the ending statement, as he simply asked if she knew anything of pony anatomy.
“I have heard crazier statements,” says Medic, remembering various times Demo was drunk or Pyro was frolicking around the battlefield. “Do you know if zere is a hospital around here? I believe I need to brush up on ze practices here.”
“Okie Dokie Loki!” she says. “It’s right around the corner. See ya!” she says. Medic was glad to be rid of the pink fraulein, as she was constantly talking. But there was the Ponyville Hospital in front of him; he would be able to learn the practices, and perhaps add some of his own to the mix; from what he saw, they were not exactly the most technologically advanced.
“Excuse me, fraulein,” he says to the nurse at the front. “I vas vondering if I could be allowed to see some of your more hopeless patients. I believe I can help.”
“Well, you’re welcome to try I guess; as long as you’re approved by a doctor, you can go ahead.” she replies, taking him to an ICU. He notices a surgery going on in the opposite room, a heart transplant; Medic remembered when he had performed the Uber Heart transplant on Heavy for the first time.
“The success of that operation over there is dismal.” she says. “You think you can help?”
“I will need a small bit of metal and wires, a pressure gauge, three needle tips, and a strong, healthy heart.” says Medic, planning to make a small, makeshift Uber device similar to the one he put in Scout due to his smaller stature. “Let’s go practice medicine…”
U-Mos had woken up shortly before the mute rabbit. When it woke up, it kicked him again, reminding him about the yellow pegasus upstairs.
“We probably should check on your companion,” he says. He walks upstairs to find the pegasus still asleep. At first he thought she might not have been breathing, but bioscans revealed her to be asleep, and about to wake. U-Mos decides to stay in a crouching position to avoid scaring her, as he had done with Samus the first time they met.
“W-who are you?” she barely whimpers.
“I am U-Mos, fifth Sentinel of the Luminoth. Me and four of my friends crashed here two nights ago, and I was looking for a place to stay. I was about to knock on the door before I was stopped by the mute, but then he opened the door. I went inside and asked if someone was there, and you answered and fainted. I went into stasis on the couch, and woke up shortly ago before you did.”
“Oh you poor thing,” she says. U-Mos wasn’t expecting that out of her mouth, but he was not one to judge. “You can stay here I guess. My name is Fluttershy.”
“Thank you.” he says, but the mute rabbit kicks him again. “Again, shut up mute.”
“Who are you referring to as the ‘mute’?” she asks.
“The rabbit that does not talk.” he responds.
“Angel?” she asks. The rabbit jumps up on the bed. “Oh, he’s just my pet bunny. He sometimes gets a little argumentative.”
“I am surprised wasn’t intimidated like the rest of the animals. The rest simply walked off from the cottage after I landed. But he stood guard, similar to me when I had to defend the Great Temple.” He prepares to leave for the crystal tree to see Samus and perhaps the mercenaries. But U-Mos did like this small pony, even if she fainted at his first appearance. “Perhaps he’s more of an Archangel than a standard Angel.”