A Plan In Motion
Chapter 1 - A plan in motion. By: Dasubur
Throughout history, there are certain individuals who are different from the rest.
Individuals who go beyond what would be considered possible, achieving things no one else even attempted, understanding things better than anyone else ever could. Ones who shaped the world with a single word or idea.
They are remembered as innovators, pioneers or captains of industry. But there are also those whose memories live only in infamy. The manipulative kind who use their influence to rule with an iron fist, one of which nearly swallows the whole world. Forgers of monopolies that rivaled the governments they supposedly served under. Monsters that are whispered of in the dark, all drawing from these few individuals.
Far out in the great mysterious sea, on an isolated island far away from prying eyes and questions of morals could reach, lay a property were countless lives were destroyed or changed forever, all on the whim of a single stallion who stood in his office, checking his weekly reports from his various organizations and operations that he made possible. Drugs, weapons, and even living souls were his prime trading ventures that backed his master plan. Of course he had numerous other endeavors and business all influenced behind the scenes by his efficient hands, illegal or otherwise.
After all, He mentally commented if it is not efficient then what purpose does it serve? But there were more important matters to attend to. It had taken years of personal involvement and underhanded wheeling and dealing, but now all the pieces of his plot to bring the world to his vision were all starting to fall into place. First the location, being one of the most important of details, providing the very means to even have a chance at success. The area of the world he currently rested his hoofs on was the now infamous Eastern Isles, a mass cluster of islands and small insignificant continents containing hundreds of small insignificant countries, all in one huge political firestorm constantly. It was also rife with crime and corruption. Originally it all amounted into small time pirate operations and dictatorships harboring said pirates. All he had to do was give it a push, and it became a perfect haven for his criminal enterprise.
An assassination here, a bribe over there, and few pirates supplied along the way was all it took to turn a minor annoying political environment into a massive Festering cycle of corruption and incompetence that he could exploit freely.
It was fitting that The Eastern Isles being one of his most successful projects would play an important role in his current plan, a plan that would make the previous one look like child’s play in comparison; the first step being a minor massacre to start the metaphorical ball rolling.
The unlucky targets of said assassination ended up being a one Princess Celestia, followed by the six ponies making up the elements of harmony. Their deaths would leave the great nation of Equestria without their most successful leader and their best weapon, in addition to rendering a massive blow to the morale of the remaining princess and to the leaders of the crystal empire, effectively killing two birds with one stone as the saying goes. The targets were right where he wanted them, passing through the Eastern isles, practically his backyard, returning from a diplomatic mission which he had stirred up. Traveling on the open ocean with a light escort would make them perfect targets for a band of pirates he had armed in exchange for the assassination. The band of cut throats he hired were not particularly special in any regard, in fact he chose them for that very factor making them the perfectly expendable to use as a tool and later dispose of. It did not matter, the weapons he had armed them with were more than enough, their instructions clear (or at least he had made them clear enough).
With that thought he decided he should remind the Captain one last time.
Rising from his chair, the earth pony stallion made his way across the sparsely furnished room, his hooves noisily crossing the wooden floor. As he made his way to his destination he took the opportunity to inspect his “Work force.” Gazing through the windows at the numerous sweatshops and indoor farms, slaves toiled at each of them, working at paces found to be most efficient by the very stallion that was now judging them. He ran his eyes over each one of them, endlessly computing numbers in his mind, comparing speeds and production quotas. Nearing the end of the hallway, almost finding everything in order, he stopped. One of the guards had left his post, said Pegasus was smiling and approaching one of the slaves, he was approaching with an almost skip in his trot. The stallion watched this display unfold while already heading through the door the guards straightening their postures when he came into view.
He knew who the guard who left his post was, and his face to on a frown as he watched what he predicted would happen unfolded.
The slave in question was working at a more than efficient pace, the baskets around her were already filled with the various harvested narcotic plants that grew in this farm.
The guard whose name was Shimmer Wing, finally reached his target. “look at you, workin’ like the bitch you are, what’s your name sweety?” Shimmering asked, a nasty grin taking up his face. The Zebra slave before him hesitated for only a fraction of a second before resuming her work, her hands working faster than before.
Shimmer wing sneered viscously. “It ain’t polite to ignore ponies like that.” He said in a sickeningly sweet tone, he suddenly shot his right leg forward, his hoof connecting with the Mare’s right shoulder bone with a sickening thump! The Mare fell to the floor, crying out in pain as her fall knocked over one of her baskets, scattering the freshly harvested plants as she collided with the floor with a meaty smack.
“Shimmer Wing.” Said a voice directly behind Shimmer Wing, he whirled around at the call of his name. In an instant the sadistic grin was wiped from his face has he beheld the casually attired form of the stallion that employed him.
“Oh…hey boss.” Replied Shimmer Wing as he shifted nervously in his armor.
The stallion’s neutral expression bored into the Pegasus before him. “Why are you away from your post, disrupting the flow of work and damaging the merchandise?” he asked in a calm tone.
“Well boss I was just havin’ a little fu-“
BLAM!
Shimmer Wing collapsed to the floor, a hole neatly punched through his forehead. The back of his skull ripped open from where the bullet had exited. The room fell silent for just a second before the slaves all resumed working. The Zebra slave before him started to pick herself back up. He looked her over quickly calculating wether or not injuries would affect her performance.
“What is your name?” He asked her as he stowed his still smoking weapon.
The mare hesitated a bit before looking him in the eyes.”I..Ime.” she said hesitantly.
“Grab his corpse and follow me.” The stallion stated simply, already heading for the door at a brisk pace. Ime, confused by the surrealness of the request, paused before realizing the reality of the situation and grimaced as she grasped her former tormentor by his hooves and hauled him through the door after her “Owner.”.
After a few minutes of struggling, she managed to catch up to him, he walked down the hallway while she struggled to drag the body after him, her sweat soaking into her ramshackle clothing as she put more and more effort into her work.
After a few agonizing minutes of walking/dragging the two finally arrived at their destination, before them stood an impressive Iron portcullis with several heavily armed guards on patrol. With few words from the earth pony a few shouted orders from the guards in response. The portcullis rose revealing the barracks, packed to the brim with guards all in general states of time wasting. As soon as they walked in the room fell into a deafing silence only broken when The stallion looked at two nearby guards and said
“You two, dispose of the corpse.” He said pointing towards Ime still holding the decaying tormentor. As those two hopped too their task, he turned to the next nearest guard, who quickly stood to attention.
“You’re his replacement, please escort miss Ime back to farm 15.” He stated simply
The guard and Ime briskly left without a word, while the stallion continued onwards into the second most heavily guarded spot in his compound. As he passed through the next doorway the guards standing beside it swiftly sealed it, blocking any noise and prying eyes from witnessing what was inside.
Inside lay the object of the stallion’s whole venture, before him lay a complicated array of crystals and magical runes on various mechanical parts all connected to a small panel a little ways of from the main contraption in the center of the room to which the stallion approached with vigor in his step. He twisted a few knobs and the contraption sprang to life. The crystals sprang to life as projected image was formed by the now glowing crystals. The visage of a grizzled griffon with several scars came into focus, that visage belonging to none other than Blood Beak the Pirate.
“wat’s can eh do fer yah Boss?” Rasped the gruff captain. His face alit with a smirk.
“I would like to go over the plan with you one more time with you…” the stallion replied calmly. Blood beak only frowned in response. “Really Boss?” he replied with a hint of frustration. “This bein’ the fifth time youse told me this, why don’ I just recite it to yas?”
“If you are willing too….” The stallion replied emotionlessly.
The now thoroughly peeved captain sighed before rolling his eyes and began reciting the plan. “First wes gonna lay a trap for the pretty princess and her band of merry mares, then using this shiny new ‘ardware you so generously stocked us with, promptly blow ‘em to bits.” The stallion’s gaze remained unchangeing throughout the whole process. “Remember to use the special weapons on the princess herself, the rest is up to you but leave no survivors.” The earth pony concluded with finality.
“What’evrs you say boss.” Blood Beak replied before the connection was terminated.
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So is Equestria in the Slavery period? By the way, the story's awesome!
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Hey, thanks!
And to answer your question, I won't answer your question by saying,
"I'm sure it will all make sense in the course of- well, I'm not really at liberty to say."
-- G-Man, Half-Life 2: Episode 2
3412671 Damn you and your game quote.
3412706
having been the one who helped write this, I'll tell you this
Slavery has been officially abolished in this universe but...
They're already breaking the law, so why would an evil stallion follow it?
tl:dr... and that was just the description.
You want more views, I suggest that you make the description more relevant to the story, and make it short enough to not push people away.
This chapter is formatted little better, but try using italics instead of setting of things with marks like ~
3416224
you didn't even read it, your input has no meaning to me.Not trying to sound like I'm insulting you, but I'm more worried about input from people who actually read it.
3416353
they are in italics, well at least they should be.
I'll see what I can do about the description.
EDIT: huh, why are those not in italics? I'll see about fixing that.
3416426 He has a point, though. He didn't read it because the description turned him off. Getting people to actually give the story a try is the first step to success.
The premise in the description is a real turn off. Mongolians? Seriously?
3417742
would you rather have Nazi or something really overused?
3416224
Aye, I'm sorry about the description, I have changed it some to better fit some of the things brought up by both you and other readers. Sorry that the description was a turn-off to you, I just am not as well-versed as some other authors on this site (or almost any other, for that matter). I do wish that you would at least give the story a try, although it is appearing that the first Prolouge chapter will need some re-formatting. Sorry for the wasted time of yours (if you're like me, then the time you spend reading fanfics on here is crucial and very important), though I do still hope you could give the story a try nonetheless?
Anyways, thank you for your input about problems with this, I did ask for people to let me know what I had done wrong with this, and that is precisely what you did. You, sir/madame, have my thanks in that regard.
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Quite honestly, if you have a better idea, I would be more than willing to hear it.
.....
No srsly, what is it? I kinda hit a dead-end on how to fit that in, considering that the story itself has taken a much different direction than when I uploaded that description a few months back to a non-published version of this story, as well as gaining another author in the process. If you do have any ideas, I would be more than gracious to hear and, if useable, will be used with all credit for the idea and concept in that regard going to you. I do plan on including the said Terrorists; but like I said, I've kinda hit a dead-end on how to include Mongolian terrorists in that regard, less than a few other ideas that I've had. Yet I also am trying to avoid using a cliche'd or over-used enemy in that regard, there's too many of those stories already, and I'm trying to have this one be at least slightly different than the mane-stream commonplace.....
Would you be willing to help in that regard for a concept as for the Earthly-enemy-that-will-most-likely-figure-out-how-the-hell-to-find-their-way-to-Equestria-and-start-f*cking-sh*t-up entities/organization?
3417140
You, sir/madame, bring up a very valid point, one that I have already adressed in the temporary aspect, but will be fixed and restructured more effectively once I'm done in my Auto Tech class...
3420164 I'll take a look at the story.
hopefully the changes made today will make this story more readable than before.
if you have any suggestions please let us know.
Slavery?! I'LL END THEM!!! th04.deviantart.net/fs30/PRE/i/2008/178/a/0/Clouds_Over_Kursk_by_baRoN37.jpg
Hey yo's, author of next chapter here -
Just want to say that I'm not dead (yet), and the chapter is still coming along, I'm just having so many ideas about how to form the first battle, and subsequent first contact, that I've literally written the word count from around 6k words up to anywhere from 10k-15k words; although, I found one that I've very much fallen for, and have decided to use. The story will be progressing; and if the chappy isn't out by Friday, then either 1.) procrastination will have become a recognised crippling disability, or 2.) I'm dead. I'll let you know if 2 comes to fruition.
Thanks everyone who's read this for reading this, and trust me - the battleship might seem to practically be a mary sue in its own right, but I assure you - while not being invincible by any means, the U.S.S. Wrath of Geneva is going to have some choice responces for anyone or anypony who try to belittle her might....
All ahead full, and man your action stations - we're going in hot!
I just read the intro thingy and all I have to say is the uss new York is spouse to be fitted with a rail gun in 2025 after the one that is currently going thrue the final stages of prototype testing they are testing how many rounds the barrel can Handel before being replaced
3766927 Oooh shiiii bro, that sounds AWESOME! Thanks for bringing that to my attention!
Have a Moustache!
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*10 WEEKS LATER*
WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?
3857927 ........
Because the thing that I was saving it to was a micro SD card, I lost my micro SD-to-SD card adapter, I was over 25k words into the chapter, and I was (and still rather am) too unwilling to write that all over again from scratch? Do you have any idea how much your fingers will start cramping after doing a 19.85k word streak of drafting in less than an hour? It hurts like a motherf
ker! I do /NOT/, want to go through that s
t again; I wouldn't wish that against my worst enemies.... Nor Stalin, even if he may have deserved the medical problems that would have arrived from literally shredding your finger's muscles from typing so much, combined with effectively rendering your hands with no feeling due to fraying your carpal tunnel like a string of yarn on a belt sander..... Though, first-world problems aside, I will let people know when I'm able to reach my drafts, along with resuming the typing; the reprieve from the story's actual writing has given my editor/co-author time to hash out some more finer details, along with how to actually include certain things that we weren't even sure if we would be able to work in, so it has payed off somewhat, though I truly am sorry for leaving everyone out like this. I know what it is like whenever someone starts reading a story they start to really like, only for it to go on hiatus and/or be cancelled almost immediately. I hate it when it happens, I just do not have the ability to access my drafts, nor do I have the money to pay for more reconstructive surgery to half of the muscles located past my wrists....
Is it sad that I understood that little bit of german in the description?
4154230 oh goodness, not at all! Das ist sehr gut! That means that some of the readers actually understand a language other than English, which is what a majority of this site either only knows, or think that they know - while not knowing any other language at that...
4154388 I just want to thank you for replying to my comment because I forgot to read your story
4154535 Eh, no problem.
I am legitimately attempting to work on the story - keyword is attempting. I know what I want to write, I'm just having a severely hard time putting thought into word. Once I can figure that out, then I'll have another chapter out. Until then, I'm going to have this in the state it's at. Thanks for taking the time to read this, however! It does make me have a big warm fuzzy inside...
Why Belgium?
4926503 lol idk, I think at the time I 'whoops'-ed and thought Geneva was in Belgium, not Switzerland...
Nice read
MoRe!
NoW!
6629036 Maybe. Someday. I haven't had the computer the draft for the next chapter was on for over 3 years, let alone having the draft itself (corrupted beyond salvage, all 13,000 words of it - a victim of a vicious blue-screen attack overnight while I was asleep, combined with the computer being an old turd donated to a school system for students to use, was replaced by three more turds before the school year ended). Between that, my attempts at characterizing suck so much a vacuum would blush, and since I have moved a few times (synced with my editor so well because we lived 2 miles from each other then, and saw each other at least an hour a day, because mutual classes), it makes things more difficult.
Well, that and, being so irreparably lazy that, if I'm hungry, I'll eat something cold from the fridge instead of taking thirty seconds to heat it up.... That kind of laziness doesn't help any...
6629184 aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggg!
6629336 admittedly, when you said you wanted more, it did get me thinking of what I had drafted out the Battleship's capabilities to be, and starting to get some gears turning again for a few ideas - this may lead to a new chapter, but if I was going to do a new chapter, then I'd have to re-write the first two, and get in touch with my editor again. But, it may lead to a chapter. I seriously don't know yet.
I'm intrigued
3412671 I'll watch this story