The briefing room was dark and quiet save for the few murmurs from the lab coats and some generals. William Keshiner, a large built man with a brown buzz cut, sighed and glanced down at the pamphlet he was holding in his right hand. The front of the pamphlet read, in large red words, “Classified,” and just below them were the words: Project Icarus.
William hadn’t really figured out what the pictures on the document were trying to represent. Upon opening it he was greeted with blueprints and diagrams that looked to be something straight out of a Star Wars film. Just then the door on the other side of the room opened, and in came the commander-in-chief, Alan Crawski, being escorted by two guards and a lone scientist.
“ATEN-HUT!” commanded a stern, deep voice from the front. Everyone in the room rose, backs straight and stiff. In the front of the room, the man that had come in from the far left, along with the scientist, positioned himself behind the podium.
“At ease,” said the voice again, and everyone sat back down.
“As many of you may already know," Alan spoke as he stepped out from behind the podium, "Headquarters lost contact with Fort McClellan two nights ago, exactly two minutes after losing contact with Fort Rucker. We are to assume the bases were attacked simultaneously.” The man stopped for a brief moment, letting what he had just said sink in. In the back, a woman slowly stood up. “Yes, Dr. MacLean?”
“Have there been any signs of any survivors, sir?” she asked.
Alan shook his head. “Not as of yet, no." The woman slowly sat back down. Just beside her a second hand shot up. "Yes Dr. Carol?” Alan asked as he turned towards the other scientist. The scientist stood up from his chair.
“What about whoever attacked these bases? Do we have any pictures or recordings; something that will let us know what we’re up against?” the doctor’s voice wavered.
Alan nodded his head. “That we do. I was actually just about to get to that, Dr. Carol," he then turned towards the scientist sitting just a few feet away from him. "Dr. Hassel, could you bring up the photograph.”
The lab coat nodded his head silently as he picked up the remote from the table in front of him. Turning around, he activated the projector on the ceiling, which shot a blurred image onto the wall. The picture contained a strange, mutilated creature, comprised entirely of other creatures and strange animals the men had never heard of before. The “Chimera” looking creature was shown to be flying over the burning wreckage of Fort Rucker.
William raised an eyebrow, and glanced up at the commander-in-chief. Alan had his eyes locked on the image as he spoke, “This creature is what we assume to be the cause of the devastation of both forts McClellan and Rucker.”
“You’re kidding, right, sir? You said that McClellan and Rucker were attacked at the same time,” pointed out one of the soldiers in the back.
“That’s because they were, Lieutenant Michaels. They were attacked by this creature at approximately three-thirty in the morning while our men were still in bed. We believe this creature holds an unbelievable amount of power, a power that we humans have yet to obtain. That is why on the day of the attack we dubbed this extraterrestrial being Archangel. The United Nations has given the all clear that; “Any and all personnel to see Archangel have the green light to engage.” But be warned, Archangel, as I've said thus far, has been known for his agility, strength, speed and…” The commander-in-chief trailed off into silence, after he took a deep breath he spoke up, “And his ability to bend the laws of physics themselves.” Whispers began to murmur themselves into existence around William. “Thirty years ago the Japanese began a project, known as Project Ikarusu, or Icarus to us.”
Dr. Hassel clicked a button on the remote that changed the picture on the screen to a much larger photo of a massive half built ship, which was slightly bigger than an American destroyer. “This here, ladies and gentlemen, is humanity’s final act in case things decide to take a turn for the worse. This here is Starship Horizon.” He flung his right arm out wide. “She weighs exactly twelve thousand and thirty-two tons, and in theory, can reach speeds of over one hundred thousand miles per hour, while maintaining the capacity to hold three hundred of our top personnel.” Alan cleared his throat. “Starting today, ladies and gentlemen, the United Nations has agreed for us to reboot the project.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but what exactly would we need a starship for? If Archangel is our only enemy, couldn’t we just blast it into oblivion?” asked a young soldier, standing by the back door.
“Private, if only it were that easy." Alan snorted, "Fort McClellan and Rucker had over one thousand armed personnel on the premises, and all were wiped out in a matter of minutes. If Archangel does prove to be successful in its operation to wipe all human history off this planet, if that's its intention, the U.N. has agreed to launch Operation Lazarus.” Alan took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair before speaking. “Across the globe, in almost every major country, are large underground fallout shelters which reach depths of three hundred feet. The vaults we will be using were built during the Cold War in case of a nuclear fallout, but are now being expanded and improved upon. The day before we launch Horizon into the stars, we’ll begin the evacuation process. Three days after that we’ll launch every nuclear missile on the planet at Archangel, the only flaw with this plan is… the Earth’s surface will be destroyed in the process–”
A man in the back raised his hand. “What do you mean by “the planet’s surface will be destroyed”?”
“If zee bombs do go off,” Dr. Hassel spoke up for the first time. He got up out of his chair and stepped forward, so that he was standing in front everyone. “Zee amount of radiation and pollution vill cause a nuclear vinter, vich vill zen block out zee sun across zee entire planet. Zus plunging zee vorld into another ice age, and vith the sun blocked out due to zee amount of radiation and pollution in zee planet’s atmosphere, zee planet vill literally freeze to death; zus killing all life forms on zee planet's survace.”
A soldier in the front stood up. “How long would it take for everything to die out,” he asked nervously. “Is it like an instant death?”
“Nein, zee process vould take about a veek,” the doctor deadpanned.
The soldier slowly sat down. “Slow and painful… That’s all you had to say,” He murmured to himself.
“So, ladies and gentlemen, your mission is, if things do go to Hell.” Alan’s voice became low. “Will be to journey off into the absolute unknown, wait for things to settle down back here and–”
“With all due respect, sir, I’m going to have to stop you right there.” William said as he stood up. Alan motioned for him to continue. “But, what do you mean we have to go off into the unknown. We have families and children here, there’s no way I’m going off into space and letting you destroy our planet, just so you can stop one creature…”
“I’m sorry, Commander, but we have no choice, and nobody better to choose from besides all you individuals,” the Chief said without any emotion in his voice.
“What about my wife and chi–”
“Leave them, Commander." William cringed. "It’s either your wife and child or the entirety of the human race. Choose now, Commander, because what happens now will change the fate of humanity,” the Chief said. William remained silent. Furrowing his brow, he slowly sat back down in his seat.
“What about the vaults, Chief? Won’t our families survive down there?” a soldier over by the door asked.
“Zee probability of anybody surviving zee nuclear vinter is below ten percent,” responded Dr. Hassel.
The room fell silent for a few moments, save for the quiet breaths coming from the scientists and soldiers. After a few moments of silence, Alan finally spoke, “This session is dismissed; all of you are free to go say your possible final goodbyes to your families. Be back here by tomorrow morning at oh eight hundred hours.”
:[-]:
A searing hiss made its way into William’s ears, with a metallic clank the pod he was sleeping in opened up, steam billowing out of the machine. William’s eyes opened slowly, as he numbly swung his legs over to the side and pulled himself up into a sitting position. William ran his hand under his eyes, trying to get the crust out from under them. His stomach groaned and a wave of nausea almost overwhelmed him, his empty stomach yearning for nutrition.
“Fire team Six, please report to central control in zero-three hundred.” Johnny’s voice boomed throughout the ship’s hull. “We’ll be descending into the planet’s atmosphere in seventy-two hours.”
“Wait... what?!” William’s eyes shot towards the intercom that was just beside the clock. “What the hell happened while I was out?” Will said to no one in particular. His eyes began to wander about the room he was in. Empty stasis chambers lined the walls on either side of the room. William, still sitting in his stasis chamber, eyed the empty pods. “Where is everyone?” he asked out loud. “Why am I the last one being awakened...?” Grasping onto the edge of the pod he pushed himself out, landing on the chilled metal floor.
He winced as the blood in his feet ran cold. Gazing about, he searched for the locker that would contain his clothes and his gear. After a few seconds of searching, he found the locker just beside the door along with the others. Inputting his combination, he opened it up and quickly got dressed in his white tank top and green cargo pants. Slipping on his tennis shoes, he reached into his locker and grabbed his firearm and holster, which he then strapped to his belt.
“Nice to see you’re finally awake, commander.” William nearly jumped out of his skin. Spinning around he saw a tall, slender woman with long brown hair. Her eyes were a bright green and she was wearing a grey suit with a purple undershirt.
“Jesus, Angela!” he cursed. “You nearly scared the life out of me.”
She chuckled and walked up alongside William. “Still a bit edgy I see?”
William raised an eyebrow as she got closer. The girl seemed a few years older since the last time he saw her. “Who wouldn’t be?” he said. "With our entire race on the verge of extinction, I think everyone here is a little tense."
She snickered. "You’d think,” she placed a hand on his chest and gave him a predatory smirk. “With there only being a few of us left–”
William silenced her by gently grabbing a hold of her wrist. “Angela,” His voice was stern. “I told you last time, I’m not interested. I have a wife back on Earth.” He lied then released her hand and allowed her to back away. William took hold of the railing to his left and stepped around it so he could go up the steps towards the door. “But don’t get me wrong,” he glanced over his shoulder, a grin on his face. “I am flattered.” With that, he opened the door and began heading towards the main control room.
:[-]:
“Zis is incredible, Mr. Convay.” said Dr. Ludvig Hassel, an elderly scientist known for his dabbling in both biology and physics.
Johnny smiled and watched the scientist as he once again placed the large headphones over his ears, so he could listen to the audio recovered from the drone crash. Around him, the usually empty control room was now bustling with young men and women, most sitting at computers taking measurements and readings of Earth’s surface, which they were now orbiting. “We uncovered it on my sixth shift six thousand years ago, we tried making contact with them but just like the first few years after departure... coms still won’t work.”
“Zat is odd indeed, how about now? Has Mr. Grimes tried setting up zee laser communications relay?” Hassel asked as he placed the headphones back on its stand.
Johnny shrugged. “Last I spoke to the lad; he was in the middle of talking to some girls back down in engineering.”
Hassel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Zat boy may be good at vat he does... but at times he makes me vant to hit him.”
John chuckled. “Go ahead, no one's stopping you. Matter of fact, half the crew would probably appreciate it.” The doctor laughed.
On the far end of the room, the door right under the main screen opened and in came Commander William, followed by his four squad mates. “Ah, Commander,” Hassel beamed at the sight of his old friend. He stood up from his chair and approached him.
William smiled and offered his right hand. The doctor took it, but instead of shaking it he pulled the man into a close hug. “Whoa now,” Will laughed.
“It is nice to see you, friend. How have sings been going for you?” Hassel broke the hug and looked William in the eyes.
William scratched the back of his neck. “Well, aside from fighting in a massive battle, then going to sleep for nearly twelve thousand years... great, I guess.” He chuckled.
Johnny smiled at the sight of the two playing catch up, but not wanting to hold things up any further he cleared his throat. “Excuse me, Commander Keshiner.” Both the commander and doctor looked at him. One of the soldiers in the back, a red headed female, jabbed one of her squad mates in the side, gathering the rest of the crew’s attention. “The admiral has requested that we send a research team down to the planet’s surface as soon as possible.” John said briefly.
“Alright, I’m betting he wants to send my squad and I to go protect a few lab coats while they look at some trees and rocks?” Will guessed.
“Precisely,” Johnny said as he picked up a nearby remote from off the computer desk he was standing in front of. He clicked the power button and the monitor came to life, revealing an overhead view of their drop zone. “Your team, along with the science division, will be dropped off here. While Dr. Hassel and his team work, I want you and your squad to scout out the surrounding area.”
“How are we for communications?” Will asked. “Has anyone been able to get it to work yet?”
“Currently, no, like I told the doctor here, Nelson was flirting with the girls down in engineering.” John said in a monotone.
Will sighed and shook his head. “I swear I’m going to beat that kid to a pulp...” he growled.
Hassel chuckled. “Not to worry though, Commander. It’ll take the Condor about four to five hours to reach the planet’s surface. By then Nelson should have communications up and running. For now, there are drones now scouting the planet’s surface hoping to find any signs of civilization... That’s if they made it this far since we last heard from them.”
“Oh I bet zay did,” Dr. Hassel crossed his arms. “Vith zee amount of technology vee left behind, you could start vorld var three...” Hassel said as he walked towards the monitor. “I vill rally my top scientists, ve’ll be ready in a matter of twenty minutes.”
William nodded his head. “Alright then, I’ll see to it that my team is prepared before then.” He turned away from the two. “Come on now,” he said to his four squad mates, “get on down to the barracks and prep yourselves, we got work to do.”
“Yes sir,” they said and followed behind the commander.
Johnny sighed and turned away once William and his men were out of sight. He eyed the screen that held the overhead view of the drop point, “I still can’t believe it,” he said under his breath.
“Excuse me?” Hassel cocked an eyebrow.
“The Earth,” Johnny cleared his throat. He could really use a drink right now. “The fact that it was able to recover so fast...” He saw Hassel out of the corner of his eye turning to face him. “Doc, you even said it yourself, that the Earth wasn’t going to reform for another few thousand years.”
“In seory yes, but like I just said Johnny, zat it was only a seory. Must've been a minor miscalculation, zat is all.” Johnny shrugged, and then Hassel snorted. “Or vee loss track of zee time and over sirty sousand years has passed.”
John chuckled. “That’s always a possibility, I just never thought I’d see this place again... at least not in this magnificent state.”
Hassel smiled and reached over to pat him on the shoulder. “It has been nice talking to you, lad. But it is time zat I start rounding up my men.”
John smirked and took his eyes off the screen for a few seconds to look at his friend. “I guess I’ll be talking to you once you guys are on the ground.”
“Indeed you vill,” Hassel stepped back and made his way towards the exit that led down into the research department.
Once Hassel was gone, all that was left was Johnny and the few men and women that were left working on the computers. John slipped his hand into his pocket and took out his old wallet he’d kept hidden safely away in his locker. He opened the wallet and smiled at the picture of a young eight year old girl. In the photo she was wearing an old hand-me-down Ohio State jersey and a pair of baggy jeans. She was smiling at the camera. Behind her was a man and a woman, Johnny and his wife Stacey; John was wearing his service uniform. His hand resting on his daughter’s, Amy’s, shoulder. This was the day Johnny came home for the holiday.
His brother, Arin, was the one who took the picture, “So did you bring back any battle scars yet?” He remembered him asking when he stepped into the lobby and was greeted with a tight bear hug. Johnny could remember laughing and telling him that he didn’t fight on field, he never had... before the collapse that is, when the Sleepers were storming Headquarters and slaughtering everyone. Johnny barely made it out alive that day–
John shook his head. Now was not the time to think about the past. He went over the photograph one last time before closing it and stuffing it back into his pocket. It would only be a matter of days before they began cracking open the vaults to make sure that, if anyone was alive down there, they got woken up. That is, unless the people from the recording they heard were still alive... their kid’s kids, that is.
“Sir,” Said the voice of man that was working at one of the computers.
“What is it?” John looked over at him.
“We’ve just received our latest footage from drone sixty-two,” he said.
“Throw it up on main screen,” John stepped back from the table. He stepped past the holo-globe so that he had a clear view of the screen.
“She’s coming up there now, sir,” said the girl John was standing behind.
With a small amount of static followed by the occasional flicker, the image came up clearly. From a skyward view, the drone’s camera was trained on a large valley of fire and lava. John glanced over back at the boy. “What’s the drone's position now?”
“Forty four point six degrees north, hundred ten point five degrees west, she’s right above Yellowstone, sir...” The man trailed off into silence and focused back onto his work.
“Jesus...” Johnny gazed at the fiery image. “I remember going there as a kid.”
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a black shadow swooped past the screen and instantly everything went to black. Startled by this sudden outburst, Johnny jolted back cursing under his breath. The room fell silent. “What was that?” someone asked.
Johnny scratched the back of his neck, eyes wide. “You there,” he pointed at the brown haired girl he was standing behind, “see if you can rewind a few seconds back.”
“Y-yes, sir,” she stuttered, her eyes wide by the sudden jump scare that got all of them.
“Central,” another voice came from behind. “We’ve lost contact with sixty-two. I can’t get any readings off it.”
“Impossible!” Johnny shot up. “Those drones are built to withstand nearly anything!”
“With all due respect, sir, they clearly weren’t built to withstand whatever the hell that was–”
“Can it, Charlie!” Charlie’s friend, Derek, snapped.
“Video is ready for replay, sir,” the woman in front of Johnny said.
“Play it,” he ordered.
The girl nodded her head and pressed the button to start the video, again the image flickered and displayed the picture of the now volcanic Yellowstone. Clenching his fist and trying to remember the exact moment in the video when this mysterious creature of sorts would appear. He gritted his teeth and– “Pause it!” He commanded and right away the video stopped, right as the dark figure appeared on screen. “Brighten the image, I want to see exactly what we're dealing with here.”
With a few keystrokes the darkness that enveloped a large portion of the picture tinted ever so slightly to reveal few key details. “What in the name of...” Derek muttered.
“Are those scales?” someone asked.
“It’s a bloody dinosaur!” another shouted.
“Caroline,” Johnny took his eyes off the monitor and looked to the woman standing back by the holo-globe, “get engineering on the phone and tell them I want those condors equipped with turrets immediately.”
“Right away, Central,” She nodded and got to work.
Turning his gaze back towards the image of the massive winged beast, with teeth the length of swords, Johnny gulped. “What in God’s name have we done...”
Guys, I think we all know what it was by this point. The author's picture gives it away, and the long-known legend tied to this creature is known and feared by it...
...it is...
...the Giant Dad.
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IT'S A FUCKING DINOSAUR!!!
Btw, 123rd comment.
Yay, the countdown to first contact continues!
Also, I think you mean the Horizon is entering orbit (which is just on the edge of space) not the atmosphere. The only reason that the Horizon would want to enter the atmosphere is if it were landing and never taking off again.
Good chapter! I'm liking this rewrite, though I would change the part where you talk about discord and his 'great abilities' and change the "obtain" to an "understand" because obtain seems to send the wrong message.
Good chapter. From a scientific standpoint, you might want to make the ship significantly larger than destroyer size. To create a stable breeding population (without inbreeding) a median of 4,150 individuals that are unrelated is required. Not to mention the size for engines, etc.
That said, good story and I doubt anyone would care if you pay attention to that or not
Hopefully with this rewrite, the Humans will make a more convincing case for themselves and Discord will either be punished or destroyed somehow.
Am I o assume that the fallout shelters has stasis pods with people in them
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My personal theory is that they are in an alternating series of rooms of DMV waiting lobbies, housing associations, and tax centers.... Slowing down time to a standstill. You know how bureaucracy slows down time and all that relatively...
I really enjoyed reading this. There were two things that caught my attention as things that might benefit from a second look:
This seems like a particularly inept turn of phrase, given what humanity did to the planet in their desperate bid to defeat Discord. Unless this is an intentional part of the characterization of the good Doctor, it should probably be changed. If it is, then never mind and well done!
The second thing I was going to say was that "only a theory" seemed odd for a scientist to say given my understanding of how much respect they tend to give a hypothesis that graduates to theory, and that perhaps he should say something instead about how it was based on guesswork or computer modeling, but then I realized that the "minor miscalculation" remark actually covers about the same ground, so never mind all that! And indeed, a theory is "only a theory" because if it conflicts with observations that are confirmed as true, then the observation will trump the theory. But the miscalculation actually seems pretty major!
I'm going to guess magic.
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Except that one guy slumped over either asleep or dead in his chair. Nobody's quite sure which it is, and nobody is willing to try to find out.
Let the first human the ponies meet be slightly clumsy and miss the first step out of the ship, falling on their face. For reference, please refer to episode 1 of Ressha Sentai ToQger.
Oke lets consider a few things. The thing that took down the drone....
1. must have been airborne
2. had scales with the look of a dinosaur
3. was able to destroy a drone made out of humanities most durable alloys.
The only in Equestria known creature capable of such would be a Dragon. They can fly, they are scaly AND eat diamonds for breakfast.
4200495 It is landing and never taking it off, I time lapsed all the way to the point in which they're beginning to land.
4200545 That would be the case though if I intended to have this be a colony ship. Other than that thanks for the compliment.
To the first three questions - No idea!
For the last question - my bet is on the dragon.
Oooooh, they be fighting dragons!
I really hope they have some Starlite. Or they are going to be having some trouble.
Starlite is an organic 90% organic substance that can protect a regular chicken EGG from SEVERAL NUCLEAR flashes.
I have theory on how the earth recovered so quickly and turned into its current magical state. The nuclear hellfire humanity let loose on Discord as a last fuck you collective energy output was so great that when it overkilled discord, it rapidly converted into harmony magic reformatting the plane.t
That ship ain't a very good starship... It's too slow. They didn't even leave the Solar System. A btter value would be 100 thousand miles per second instead of 100000 per hour.
Now the story is getting interesting! Looking better than the previous.
Magic duh.
Now whether or not Discord was the Creator of "Pony-Earth/Equis/Terra/etc", the vote is still out. Course you can always do "Faustcorn is God", and add some mystery to the ponies's beliefs.
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or wankerdisco was bored,and turned hoomans to poonis
At least you didn't use "Zoom and enhance".
4202648 Well you have to take into account that it's only a prototype, an Orion rocket–
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(which is the fastest rocket in the world we can develop at this moment)– would be far too big to build on Earth, plus the unit capacity would hold less than the made up ship I chose. Other than that I'm glad you're enjoying it.
I do like the ship for the coverart you chose, the main body is separated from the engines thus keeping the crew safe from the engine and the ship has cannons as well, if you give me some time and can find you a better ship.
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You're talking about this Orion?
OK, then. Let's look at this again. Your made up spaceship, is small, was built on Earth, can hold 300 people and is a prototype. That explains it. But they spent 12 thousand years flying through space, using suspended animation to stay alive, while this technology is still in its infancy. If they can create such preservation methods with this kind of efficiency, surely they can build a better ship. Specially since they had 30 years to build it.
And also, didn't Discord see the spaceship leaving Earth? By that point he already knew what was going to happen to the planet, after all, according to the show, he is a god with amazing powers, he can read people's minds and know what they're planning without a sweat. So why let the humans destroy Earth instead of stopping that process to fuck them some more?
Sorry to bother you but these kinds of things really annoy me.
What a coincidence.
4208008 Where's the fun in that? Let's say if Discord was having "fun" he enjoys watching people suffer through chaotic things, why would he want to kill them all and end the fun so soon?
Not to mention even though he is a God and has incredible powers, (I don't ever remember seeing anything about him being able to read minds so you can forgive me for that.) it's practically impossible for him to keep his eyes on 6 billion people all at once.
When the humans left Earth he was possibly somewhere else fucking with another country; right now the story seems very disjointed especially with the back story. But that's the point, I wanted to start right in the middle of things and have it go off from there. Back story will be told through flash backs and Star Swirl's journal, or even Discord himself when he appears. Till then I'll leave it up to you guys to think of shit.
Now for your statement about the rocket, like I told many others. It's sci-fi fantasy therefore I'm not going all out on the sci-fi, also to build an Orion ship big enough to hold over 300 people... it would take more then thirty years to build it'd possibly take fifty maybe close to sixty. Also as stated in the Flash back the ship was started thirty years ago, and now they are "rebooting" meaning that project Icarus was originally on hold. A small detail yes hardly anyone would notice it especially since it was dialogue, other than that if you guys wanted to know all about my (back story) it'd be more or less a made up history lesson.
I dunno... I'm rambling now, but I do like talking about my own story's lore.
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R u cool yet?
4208597 I usually assume that a God with amazing powers can read minds. Specially since he's the "god of chaos". Imagine how much chaos you can cause by putting people's thoughts on display from everyone to see. And a spaceship flying around is kinda hard to miss, since he has "amazing powers" he should have been able to "sense" something happening like Luna and Celestia have done in a shit-ton of other fanfics. Of course, this is your fanfic so this doesn't have to be true here, again, I just assumed it was.
Oooh, yes, it's science fantasy, obviously, with magical-talking-alien-looking-colorful-"ponies". Forgot that! Sorry.
I only have three questions: Why is Discord there on Earth, how did he get there and where did he came from. Don't answer me on this, I'd rather read it on the fic itself.
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Whoa now, think you're getting a little harsh there, buddy. Might want to tone it down a bit; I was saying that in terms that I'm not going to go deep into explaining every scientific out come or possibility. So keep your brashness down a bit okay?
4209121 Sorry, I should have thought before posting, I knew it was going to cause the wrong impression... I'm not complaining with you about that, I was angry with myself for thinking that I'm going to find hard science fiction in My Little Pony fanfiction site. And I'm a bit tired and pissed because of some things I had to deal with so I might have exaggerated a little on that previous statement.
The story is yours anyway, do the way you want to do. It's looking great so far, I shouldn't be saying anything.
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Yes, and we all know that the drone got back up and PWNed him.
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Perfection!
4209451 Giant Dad cannot be pwned...
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Unless it's an imposter giant dad...
...FEMALE VOICE! IMPOSTER GIANT DAD!
4214239 Giant Mom
Calling it now folks... its Spike.
4208037 It's a sign. I bloody knew it..
Magic/Discord, nope, they be dead for 1000 years, dragon obviously, happy now?
So... Your problem is he is not following other fanon when canon clearly shows Discord isn't omnipotent or he would have known the Element bearers were no longer chaotic and that Twilight fixed them. In fact since it was right in front of him he has no excuse for not knowing if he could read minds/was omnipotent.
Conclusion: canon over fanon.
4223889 Who are you speaking to in this comment?
4224578 It was to Yalamix, but apparently my tablet decided against using the reply function. Oh how I can't wait for my laptop to be fixed.
Also out of curiosity, you said the people on the ship were to find a new home, but what good would that do? Three hundred people isn't particularly enough to carry on the species, not enough genetic diversity, it would become incest.
Therefore, humanity would've gone extinct, in fact unless there are still lots of humans in the Vaults they still will.
4232041 The whole find a new home was more a less a back up plan, either way as you said at some point it would turn to incest. The primary goal more or less was to have them drift through space until Earth was restored which should've taken way more then twelve thousand years, possibly thirty or more. And judging by the amount food the ship were to produce along with water, oxygen and the amount of shit that could happen to wipe out this ship.
There was possibly ten percent chance the human race could survive a situation such as this, not to mention Dr. Hassel stated in the flash back that the humans in the fallout shelters only have a less then ten percent chance of surviving that long.
A.K.A THE HUMAN RACE IS PRACTICALLY FUCKED.
But again... that is only a theory, and all of you will have to wait and see if that is true or not.
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About the incest thingy, there is this book which I haven't read that a sort of "emergency colony" is created with only two people. That is a terrifiying idea...
Here is the book: http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Eden-Novel-Chris-Beckett/dp/0804138680/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1397681906&sr=8-1&keywords=dark+eden
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There is no such thing as omnipotence, look for the omnipotence paradox. I never said he was omnipotent in the first place.
Are Celestia and Luna able to "sense" certain things in the show? I can't recall. Not like omniscience, but you know what I mean...
4244517 I know the problem with omnipotence, I think, which is that since the universe and time are infinite it's impossible to know everything at one time.
Just I read a lot of comments about how Celestia and Discord are omnipotent gods when canon clearly shows they aren't. (One guy even went so far as to say Celestia is more powerful than Biblical God, I'm an Atheist and still find that intensely amusing.)
Besides if he could read minds then how come he didn't know Twilight fixed her friends minds, or that Twilight and Cadence didn't get eaten by the worm? Both of these also show him not having a "sense" either. Or he does have it and he's just an idiot.
At least going by sense just meaning to know something without any reason, like a gut feeling type thing, Celestia, at least, can sense magic and therefore disruptions to it, giving her a type of "I sense a disturbance in the Force" type thing.
Since humans don't use magic the Horizon would be able to get by undetected if it were possible to not be seen or heard.
But how often can you not notice the giant fireball that is a ship in atmospheric re-entry?
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Oh, I see what you mean. I thought they were more awesome than just being able to "sense" magic. And what is the worm thingy? Is it from the 4th season? If it is, don't tell me because I'm still in episode 9.
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If you really think about it equestria can actually be the result of a MASSIVE nucular bombing. The speices that DID survive the fallout would most likely be mutated beyond reconition but with the darwin evolution theory they would be forced to re-adapt in there own ways to the earths newly recovered enviroment, hence if a mutant lizard took DID evolve in a volcanic area such as the yellowstone of this story then the would become adapted to the lava based area aka fire proof. The only difference would be they will take aspects from 'dinosaurs' because as we all know even after 65 million years of evolution our reptillian species on earth STILL resemble the extinct species therefore telling us that the enviorment is the cause for darwin adaption. another example would be griffins because as we know alot of lions live on mountains, so do eagles so its likely one or the other was mutated and readapted based on the other since both are predators by nature or we may be looking at a possible mutation that allow cross impregnation in their mutated forms but I wouldn't know since im only good at making up theories on the spot and not the science behind it all.
One other factor to consider is 'magic may be nothing more then a radiation soaked enviroment and species becoming capable of manipulating this radiation thorugh specially adapted brains with a external conduit aka unicorn horns and alicorn imortallity may be nothing more then the radiation causing mega cells regen and production thus canceling out the 'cut lifetime' aspect of forcing cell regen. I am interested on how the former top of the food chain trying to reintergrate will affect the equestian eco-system though...
This story has officially caught my interest... and sorry for the rant, I tend to overthink alot of things.