In the bedroom of an apartment block, Scootaloo began to relax as she fiddled with a compact music player. The headphones she was wearing made sure that music didn’t travel anywhere else in the block. The orange filly began to think about the good times she had for the night.
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In the dining room, a lavender stallion lays the flower pizza on the table and began serving apple juice. The orange filly eagerly watched the dinner as she drooled a little. Everything gone as the foster family has planned.
“It smells really good,” said the excited Scootaloo, “I wonder what it tastes like.”
“Let’s find out,” said Star Blade, “Your seat is ready if you’re hungry.”
The filly sat down on one of the chairs and took a pizza slice for herself. The stallion giggled before taking his own slice. He put a spell on the jukebox, causing a rather jazzy song to play. Scootaloo got done with her slice and began to take a sip of the apple juice.
“It’s like nothing I have ever eaten in my whole life,” declared the impressed filly, “it tastes really good!”
“I’m glad you like it,” said Star Blade, “what you just said make me wonder what I should serve next.”
The two burst out in laughter. The orange pegasus started to smell herself a began to realize that combat has taken a toll on her hygiene. She cringed a little over how much she stinks.
“You know,” said Scootaloo, “I should go take a bath.”
“Take your time,” Star Blade told the filly, “There’s no need to rush.”
The orange pegasus got out of her seat and proceeded to the bathroom. As she opened the door, three parasprites, one light blue, one light green, and one pink, came bursting out of the room. The filly panicked and ran for Star Blade with the parasprites beating her to him.
“Is this place infested with parasprites?” asked the scared Scootaloo.
“Those are my pets actually,” said the lavender stallion. He lost the will to resist laughing as the paraspriteswent to their nest on the shelf,“they’re not like the ones you find in Everfree Forest.”
“That was not funny.” The orange filly was a bit upset about the scare. Suddenly, the bad odor she came to her nose. “Oh, right…”
She left for the bathroom once again and turned the water on. The tub began to fill up, which is not unusual. The pegasus turned the water off and climbed into the tub.
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“I wonder if I should say sorry to them.” Scootaloo asked herself as she rubbed her head on the pillow. The filly sighed, but a sudden headache struck her again. Only this time, it dug deeper to her lost memories. She couldn’t resist the headache at all as she started to see herself inside a mobile suit.
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The orange filly started to regain her consciousness and saw that the camera was buzzing a little. As she peered through the random pixels, she witnessed a v-finned monster carrying Longinus with her inside of the prototype.
“Is that a gundam?” she asked herself before she passed out again.
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The headache stopped, making the filly feel fine again. She began to wonder who woke up the iron god. Everything was unclear to her at first, but thoughts of finding the answer was glued to her mind.
“Maybe some sleep can make me feel easy.” Scootaloo thought to herself before she closed her eyes. She felt tired from the day, knowing that she needs to leave her life at Ponyville behind. It wasn’t long until she began to snore.
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Within the morning of Avalon, a bunch of foals approached a school building. The sign on it said “Jinzo Elementary Academy”, but the first word on it was easy to pronounce. Among the foals were a yellow earth pony and a small white unicorn.
“I wonder what takin Scoots this long.” Applebloom complained, knowing that her lucky friend is not being herself somehow. Sweetie Belle looked over the fillies and saw the orange filly riding on her new, motorized scooter. Most of the foals got out of her way, fearing that they’ll get hurt. She stopped in front of the crusaders.
“What da hay was that?” yelled Applebloom. She was surprised that Scootaloo caught up to her. But she was shocked that the orange filly was riding something that was powered by electricity.
“Oh, my drill instructor gave it to me,” said Scootaloo, “he said that it’s imported from Trotkyo.”
Sweetie began to wonder how many things the crusaders can do for their cutie marks. The trio began to walk inside the school, knowing that Avalon was going to be a adventure of their lives.
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In Twilight’s apartment block, which has a similar layout as her old home in Ponyville, the two lavender unicorns discussed plans for a family reunion party. Normally, it up to the pink mare, but the plan needs a draft first. The stallion was reading a book about the Forgotten while the mare looked at the picture of her brother.
“Maybe a mixture of Horseshima and Canterlot’s culture can remind everypony of who made the rebellion successful.” Star Blade blinked his eyes before turning a page. “If I’m not involved, then what would happen?”
“Well, you’re making a point,” said Twilight, “it could bring morale up for survivors of Ponyville’s incident.”
Research watched and listened as the discussion went on. The unicorn stallion turned to a new page, only to find a topic about some kind of medical condition. He silently informed everyone in the room to take a look at the page. Twilight could not believe her eyes; the topic was so barefaced she took a closer look at it.
“Evoker?” she asked herself, “what does it do?”
“According to that page,” Star Blade starts reading the book out loud, “the evoker allows the host to look back into the past that got lost, but it also causes the host to zero in on their target during a fight.”
The dark blue haro jumped on to Star Blade and read the page. To him, it’s accurate, but he remembered seeing the orange filly having a headache. He began to think that he should check her out for anything unusual.
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“I got some great news,” Lyra declared, “due to successful research on the gundam, the Longinus mobile suit is going to be modified and mass produced!”
Gear Jack felt that what he just heard is nothing more than pleasing music to his ears. The real question was how many mobile suits each country can have to defend themselves from demons. It was a rather important matter. The cyan pegasus yawned as she stared at her iron god. Suddenly, a distress signal started ringing on the console.
“Answer the signal,” Gear Jack demanded, “I want to know what’s going on.”
“Right away sir,” said the voice in the intercom, “I’m answering the signal now.”
The ringing suddenly turned into a message from Manehattan.
“We need help now! We’re being attacked by demons,” yelled the panicking mayor, “the soldiers are being outmatched and we’re running out of options.”
The audio stopped; prompting the azure pegasus to think about Ponyville’s incident. He then decided that Manehattan shouldn’t suffer the same fate.
“Dash, Spitfire,” he called out, “you are to get inside of your mobile suits and take out the demons in Manehattan.”
Rainbow Dash started to fly up to the cockpit and got inside, activating the gundam. This time was different. The mysterious operating system began to run, making the row of words “Generated User Neuron Digital Automation Machine” appear on the right of her heads up display for a few seconds before the pop up disappeared. Spitfire got inside the now repaired prototype Longinus and activated it. The two mobile suits waited for the garage door to fully open before leaving for Manehattan, with each one armed with an assault rifle.
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At Jinzo Elementary Academy, Scootaloo walked out to the playground. It was complete with a slide, swings, a playhouse, and a sandbox. The foals there were having fun. Suddenly, Diamond Tiara confronted the orange filly.
“I hope you’re happy,” the pink unicorn growled at the pegasus, “you somehow managed to trick a noble into doing something dirty as joining the military.”
“I could tell that your ex-friend is sick of your spoiled behavior,” Scootaloo protested, “so I had to help her fulfill her dreams.”
Those words got the noble filly boiling mad. She decided that the orange pegasus had gone too far before she tries to buck her. Scootaloo, who is in danger of getting hit in the face, suddenly notices that most of the world around her started shattering like glass when it not happening in reality. The only thing she focused on in this state was Diamond Tiara herself. As the pink unicorn thrusted her rear legs, the orange filly quickly dodged. The rear hooves struck the door, angering the teachers behind it. In the pegasus’s mind, the world begins to rebuild itself to its original state.
“That was way too close,” she said to herself, “but I how did I do it?”
Cheerilee stormed out the door and stared at Diamond Tiara, almost as she looked as if she had a bad day. The foals stopped what they’re doing and watched. The pink unicorn began to sweat a little.
“Are you trying to hurt somepony?” Cheerilee asked, “I can put you in detention.”
Scootaloo stood back, relieved that she had been saved by the teacher. Silver Spoon noticed what’s happening and walked up to her. She feared any injury her new friend had suffered.
“Are you okay Scootaloo?” the grey filly asked. “I had gotten very worried for a moment.”
“I’m fine,” the orange pegasus replied, “but in my mind, the whole world almost broke apart and I focused on Diamond. I took it as a warning and jumped out of the way.”
Silver Spoon was surprised. She didn’t understand what Scootaloo was talking about, but it left a concerned look on her face. The foals still watched as Cheerilee drags Diamond Tiara inside before they resumed their activities.
“Maybe we can visit your apartment,” the grey filly offered, “that way; your new father can help us understand what happened to you.”
The two shook their heads, agreeing to visit Star Blade after school.
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A tank that was roaming in the streets of Manehattan suddenly stopped when the driver saw a demon shooting at the combat helicopters. The gunner aimed the cannon at it, hoping for a headshot. The cannon fired, launching a large bullet that struck the demon’s abdomen, leaving a pothole shaped dent on it. It turned around and saw the tank itself. As the demon aims the laser rifle at the tank, it became riddled with a storm of bullets before it exploded. Suddenly, Longinus and the gundam came out of nowhere.
“Hey,” the gunner yelled out, “thanks for saving us!”
“Not a problem,” said Spitfire as she spoke through the mobile suit’s intercom, “tell your comrades to fall back. We’ll take care of the demons.”
The tank crew began to taddle on the mobile suits before they retreated. The rest of the defense force got the word about it and started to retreat as well. Longinus looked around and found a total of eight demons.
“Looks like we got a lot of work to do,” said Spitfire as she began to focus, “I have to admit that they did some damage to this city.”
“Let’s see how they like it when I have something in my left hoof.” Rainbow Dash bragged as the laser sword’s hilt flipped out of the left wing of the gundam. The iron god grabbed the hilt and it emitted a same pink blade as last time. Now it was holding the assault rifle on the right hand and the laser sword on the left. The gundam aimed the rifle at one of the demons and opened fire on it. The evil giant turned around before its head got torn into pieces. In a rather odd event, the demon didn’t explode.
“The demon died in the unusual way,” said Gear Jack through the radio installed inside the gundam, “what is going on?”
“I don’t know,” Rainbow Dash sighed, “but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to study the demon’s weapons.”
“Then leave it intact,” the azure stallion ordered, “we’re going to need a bigger variety of weapons to improve our defenses.”
Longinus jumped up to the rooftop of a building, aiming the rifle at a demon. Spitfire took a closer look at the crosshair just to ensure that she doesn’t miss. The mobile suit opened fire on it, tearing it to a point where it explodes. Another demon fired the laser rifle at Longinus’s firearm, destroying it effectively. The mobile suit jumped down and took cover.
“I have been disarmed,” Spitfire complained, “what should I do?”
“See the dead demon that didn’t explode?” asked Rainbow Dash. She commanded the gundam to slash at a demon that tried to take it out with a longsword. The laser blade vertically went through it like butter, causing the demon to explode. Longinus noticed the intact demon lying on the street inactive.
“So?” Spitfire doesn’t know what to do with it.
“Steal its weapons and use them to your advantage.” Rainbow Dash ordered. The iron god fired its assault rifle at the demon, leaving too much damage for it to handle. The demon then explodes.
“All right, I’ll do it.” Spitfire made up her mind and mentally ordered Longinus to approach the demon. The mobile suit grabbed the laser rifle and the longsword, causing strange varibles to pop up in the ammo section of the heads up display. The same demon that attacked Longinus aimed its firearm at the mobile suit, but Spitfire told Longinus to turn around and fire at said demon. The laser beam tore a big hole on the demon, causing it to explode.
“I did it somehow,” the fiery mare was amazed at herself, “but why aren’t they cursed?”
Two more demons showed up in front of Longinus, armed with their longswords. The mobile fired two shots, one that struck the demon while the other simply destroyed a decommissioned building. The damaged demon exploded while the other one charged at Longinus. What it didn’t see coming is a pink beam impaling it from behind. The gundam pulled the laser sword out of it and kicked it to the ground.
“And you’re out!” Rainbow Dash declared as the demon explodes.
“We got seven demons so far,” said Spitfire, “but where’s the eighth one?”
The demon showed up in front of the two mobile suits, but it appeared differently from the rest. It bore the dark purple paint job with red lining and yellow eyes. The arms looked bulky with pistons used to cause pressured damage. The legs were bulky as well, to keep balance with weight. The eerie wings were replaced with shoulder mounted bazookas that doubled as jetpacks. The head had three horns instead of two.
“Now what we’re going to do now?” asked Rainbow Dash, “it’s different from the one we took out.”
Before Spitfire could respond, the demon punched the gundam and its pistons slammed the heat into the fist. The blow caused the iron god to fall down to its back. The gunam left arm was badly damaged while the right arm aimed the assault rifle and fired at the demon. Despite the violent storm of bullets, its armor deflected most of them.
“What if…” Spitfire took a chance and commanded Longinus to fire the laser rifle at the demon. However, the beam tore a hole on the demon before it exploded. The famous wonderbolt sighed in relief, knowing that it’s now possible to fight fire with fire. The mobile suit approached the iron god, put the longsword on the back and stuck out its hand. The gundam dropped the assault rifle and grabbed the hand. It then got back up on its feet.
“Are you okay?” asked Spitfire, “that demon really meant business.”
“If only we know how to fix the damage done to my ride,” said Rainbow Dash, “I don’t know how old it is. I bet Daring Doo is ashamed of me for being reckless.”
“It’s alright,” said the fiery Pegasus, “not everypony is perfect.”
The two mobile suits began to leave Manehattan to get back to base.
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In Scootaloo’s apartment block, Silver Spoon watched as the three parasprites play with a ball. The lavender stallion studied the page on the book once more, comparing it to what happened to the orange filly. It wasn’t long until he reached the verdict.
“Scootaloo,” the unicorn called out, “I need to tell you something.”
As the Pegasus walked into the living room, the parasprites stopped and listened to the two discussing thing with each other. The grey filly decided to listen as well. The unicorn looked at the orange filly with a serious look on his face.
“I did some research on what happened at school,” he said so quietly, “and it turns out that the evoker is what causing the headache from earlier.”
“I’m sorry for not knowing,” said Scootaloo, “but what’s a evoker?”
“It’s a medical condition that allows the host to see the memories he or she have overlooked,” Star Blade explained, “the real use of it is that it also allows you to see enemy attacks coming and predict their defenses.”
“Really?” the orange pegasus got even more curious, “what’s the catch?”
“There’s no catch,” said the lavender stallion, “instead, there’s a limit of how long you can use it depending on your mental strength. I bet my cousin is jealous of you having the evoker.”
Silver Spoon suddenly looked at the clock and decided to leave.
“I have to go back to my home,” she declared, “I need some beauty sleep.”
“Good night Spoon!” the winged filly waved good-bye as the grey filly left. Star Blade suddenly started to have ideas on what to do with her. The orange filly began to wonder what to do with her newfound power.
“Tell you what,” the lavender unicorn offered, “I’ll put you and Silver Spoon against two random pilots. Don’t you think it’s a great opportunity to practice?”
“You know,” said Scootaloo, “it’s a good idea, but I need my rest first.”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Star Blade as he looked at the clock, “tomorrow is a weekend, so let’s get to bed. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“Good night to you too dad,” said Scootaloo as the two went to her bedrooms. This was the first time she treated her drill instructor like a father in the first couple days.