Darius trotted through his ship with his head held low, his hoofsteps ringing lightly after each step on the hard metal walkways. His bleak mood was slowly but surely spreading through the ship. Many of the ponies he had spent years of his life with were looking at him with eyes filled with concern and fear. He knew that he had to start acting like a captain again, but he lacked the will to do so.
He was heading to his quarters through the well-scrubbed halls of the ship. As usual everything was spotlessly clean, just as he liked it. Today, however, he didn’t feel that little burst of pride that seeing his ship and crew in tip-top shape usually brought to him. Something was missing.
The stallion subconsciously made his way to his small room, ignoring the ringing and banging that came from various parts of the ship as it was being loaded with cargo and provisions.
Darius opened the door and dragged himself over to his bed, slumping onto the small grey cot. The day had been one filled with hardship. He was berated by his superiors, spending hours sitting around a table being told that all of his actions were wrong. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, Corporal Green Lance was released of all charges and actually promoted. It had taken all of Darius’ considerable leverage to get the pegasus to be put on a different ship than his. He couldn’t abide having someone so rude and self-righteous on the Conformity.
He shoved his head into one of the small hard pillows and let out a long sigh. The ship thudded rhythmically under him as it was loaded with more cargo. His crew had let him leave. They were loyal to him first and the empire second, they could feel the tension emanating from him. The crew had said nothing when he prematurely stepped away from the command to go to his chambers.
He pulled his head out of the uncomfortable pillow and glanced at the small image on his drawer. The frame was slightly crooked from how he had last left it. Sweetie Belle must have touched it, he thought. The memory of the young white mare sparked a pang of emotions in his chest. He pitied and admired her at the same time. Thought not the one to admit that he had feelings for the pretty mare, he knew that to deny it was to lie to himself.
Reaching out with his magic, he gently floated the frame over and gazed at it. Beside him stood his daughter, almost a head shorter than him, but already thinking of herself as a full grown mare. He smiled as she smiled back. That was the last time he had seen her smile.
She had begged and even threatened him to let her serve alongside him aboard his ship. At some point he caved in and let his daughter join the forces under his own supervision. She had brought life to the otherwise grey and monotone ship; the entire crew was in love with her quick wits and curious mind, not that it didn’t cause quite a bit of trouble. His smile slowly faded.
Back then he was a Vice-Admiral in Celestia’s own royal air guard. One of the first airship captains in Equestria. He had even greeted the princess and her six champions themselves on board his ship many times, an honour he still reveled in today. The war was simply a game. Who could move troops faster, who could muster more soldiers. Nopony was really out to kill one another; even their enemies were lax to assault anything that wasn’t strictly military. The few hospital ships that flew across battlefields had been real safe havens for allies and enemies alike.
It was almost a peaceful war. Darius barked a sarcastic laugh. Things had changed. He'd often wondered what triggered such a dramatic shift. At what point were decency and common sense thrown away, in favour of pure brutality and mindless slaughter? His ship burned, his daughter died, his Princess vanished.
He was left with nothing; a mere husk of his former self was all that remained. Oh, he could still captain a ship as well -if not better- than most, but his passion was gone. That is, until a week ago, where he fought against a tiny little ship with no odds of surviving. He watched it struggle and fight back desperately. It mimicked his inner turmoil so well that something inside him snapped. It was usually against regulations to board a ship in mid-air, but he ordered it anyway. What he received shocked him to his core.
A filly, hardy befitting of the title of mare, with so much fighting spirit and power in her little eyes. She was just like the daughter he had lost long ago. He had sworn to protect her right there and then. As he learnt more about her, that need grew. Darius was a father searching for a daughter. And he had found one.
When he trotted into the jail and saw the three ruffians, part of his crew, attempting to do such a vile act on her. He could have killed them there and then were it not for the eyes of the filly in question looking at him. He settled for a slightly more diplomatic approach. Now the leader of the bunch was free once more, and the girl he swore to protect was a captive heading to the most depraved location in all of Equestria.
He let the image drop on the rough surface of his bed. He didn’t want to look into her smiling eyes. `You should smile more.` Her last words came back to him. They were so similar, he thought. His daughter and this Sweetie Belle.
He twisted around and stared at the grey ceiling. Everything was grey. He hated grey.
Right there and then he made a decision that he knew would change his life forever. He was going to save her.
Darius jumped off of the cot with renewed energy. He knew what had to be done! He lifted the frame up and gave it a parting kiss as he quickly made his way out of the room. A small, sly, smile adorned his face, making every member of his crew he passed as he galloped towards the fore of the ship do a double take.
“Empty everything unnecessary out of here. Make room!” he ordered as he galloped into the cavernous cargo hold. Everypony stopped to stared at him, wide-eyed and curious. “Quartermaster!” he called.
“Um, here sir.” said an old stallion in a dirty grey jumpsuit. Darius recognized him, that same stallion had served with him right from the start.
“Make room in here and fetch me a dozen transport ships. I want enough to evacuate the entire crew.”
“Er... Yes sir!” saluted the quartermaster before turning to the soldiers under his command. “You heard ‘im, the captain wants some transports, get some!” Dozens of ponies raced around, attempting to carry out the strange set of orders. The quartermaster turned to Darius. “Now sir, where do you intend to get those ships?”
“I’ve no clue!” He smiled broadly.
The quartermaster smiled along with him, “I’ve got a few friends here ‘n there. I’ll get you some of ‘em old gunships if ya want.”
“Brilliant! Just make sure to strip them of their weapons and to store them elsewhere on board.” Darius turned and began to trot away.
“Oh, Captain!”
Darius turned his head and looked at the Quartermaster who spoke.
“I like it when yer happy, the whole crew does. You can count on us sir, we gonna follow you through hell an’ high water!” Darius smiled at him and started trotting away, glad to hear the sounds of ponies working and ships landing within the cargo hold. He stopped mid stride as a wave of cold air washed over him. A ship was in the hold?
“Captain Darius!” ordered a strong feminine voice. The captain turned around, expecting to talk to another member of his crew. The pony that greeted him with a false smile made him immediately lose his own.
“Admiral Trixie, how wonderful to see you on board my ship,” he lied. The blue unicorn gave him another false smile then whispered something into the ear of one of her many guards on her private transport, a beautifully curved blue and gold light-gunship-turned-transport. The name "Magnificent" was emblazoned along its side in strong purple letters. As she alighted from the ship, he called out, "I see that you have yet another new ship!” he said with forced good humour as the ship’s thin metallic ramp was descended using expensive hydraulic arms.
“Indeed, The great and powerful admiral Trixie is worthy of many ships!” He wished he could facehoof, but the staggering amount of soldiers packed in the small blue ship discouraged him. Members of his crew ran towards the Magnificent to tie it down, as was the normal procedure. Trixie, still halfway down the ramp, noticed their approach.
“Trixie doesn’t want that filth to touch her ship. Begone!” she bellowed. The ponies near her ship backpedaled wide-eyed away from her and her ship, fearing the retribution of a high-ranking admiral.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you on board my fine vessel?” he said in an attempt to distract her. She glared at him with a look filled with contempt, like somepony forced to view a mere ant as an equal. Darius worked hard to keep his false smile plastered onto his face.
“The great and powerful Trixie does not wish to suffer through your pleasantries. Know this: because of your stupid actions the Imperial navy’s high command has decided that you are to be re-stationed far to the south of Equestria!” She flourished her velvet cape and climbed back on board her ship.
Darius felt his heart sink. “Where will I be stationed, exactly?” he gulped. “Admiral.” he added when he fixed her glare.
“At Tartarus, you and your idiotic crew will escort the prison ship Adamant Fury to the stinking place.” She smiled wickedly at him, “then you get to patrol the desert skies until your case passes to the tribunals. Don’t worry, I am sure it will only take a few years!” With an unnecessary puff of purple smoke the mare ran into the light transport and it took off, slowly building up thrust as it lifted in a fury of wind and exhaust fumes that left everypony in the hold coughing.
Darius sat where he was and thought, ignoring the looks that spread on the members of the crew nearby. This was perfect, everything was going to his favour.
Slowly, a mischievous smile crept along his face, a smile that his crew hadn't seen in years...
They were going to war.
Bunnyhelm Chronos was in an excellent mood: Blueblood had granted him more power. The plant was running at optimal, and his position with the social hierarchy of the Canterlot elite was more than secure.
He overlooked Canterlot from his office within the Sol Control Facility. The tall spires of the city were all below him, none reached the height of the enormous plant. None could. It was built upon what was once the Canterlot mountains where, years ago, the city of Canterlot was carved from. He enjoyed the view, the sun -his sun- glinting off of the building and vehicles as ponies went along their daily mundane routines. “My city,” he said as he gently placed a hoof on the glass plane separating him from the outside world.
“Is there a problem sir?” His secretary, Inky Scribeswell, trotted into the room with a concerned expression.
He smiled at him. “No Inky, everything is just fine.” He had a wonderful smile. Bunnyhelm prided himself on his appearance.
“Okay then sir.” Inky began trotting out of the luxurious office but stopped midway out of the door. “Oh, Mr Chronos, don’t forget that appointment with the Spectrum Skies representatives.”
“Of course not; I’ll get right to it.” He smiled till the secretary could no longer see his face, then returned it to its usual scowl. “I guess I have to go.” With one last look at the city behind and a final sigh he trotted out of the room.
Bunnyhelm walked from his office with a light step and quickly reached the executive elevators. With a tap of his hoof the steam-powered lift propelled him upwards and to the top floor of the building. He glanced at his reflection on the elevator’s mirrored wall one last time before opening the door and trotting out with a large beaming smile. Immediately the wind tousled his mane and tail as he stepped onto the roof.
Placing a protective hoof over his face he could make out the ever-growing shape of a rainbow-coloured transport balloon. Anchors dropped from the sleek vessel and were expertly picked by the ground crew as they went about docking the small craft, seemingly unaffected by the strong high-altitude winds. With almost reckless speed and agility the small ship dropped onto the landing pad, guided by the expert hooves of its pilot.
Once docked, the ship’s side door popped open with a pneumatic hiss and a ladder unfurled, hitting the landing pad with a light thump. A pale blue pegasi with a white-streaked navy blue mane hopped out of the vehicle and was soon followed by two secretaries. The fat pegasus thumped down the ramp and quickly joined Bunnyhelm near the elevator.
They greeted each other with a hoof shake and words that were quickly lost in the strong wind. Twisting his head, Bunnyhelm indicated they should head into the elevator. The blue pegasus complied and ran in, followed by his two secretaries.
“Hi, I’m Soarin,” he reintroduced himself with another hoof shake. The fat blue pony smiled and bobbed his head, his curls of fat bobbing in time.
“Hello Mr. Soarin, I am Bunnyhelm Chronos.” He noticed Soarin about to laugh. “Please, call me Chronos,” he said in a manner that left little room for negotiation. “I am glad you could make it here on such short notice. I would have gone to your factory, but as it is my time is very precious.”
Soarin smiled amiably at him while he pressed a button on the elevator’s wall. “That's all right Mr. Chronos. You are, after all, one of Spectrum Skies’ best customers! Now about that order of the new Vanquisher models...”
Bunnyhelm smiled at the pegasi. “Don’t worry, we will have plenty of time to talk about such mundane affairs later. How would you like it if I gave you a tour of the plant?” Chronos watched as his words sank into the daff pegasi’s head. The plant was a symbol for the empire. Not everypony was allowed into it. Even fewer were allowed to see the actual mechanism.
“I would love to!”
“Excellent. And of course your secretaries will have to wait for us here.” The elevator’s door opened with a perfect little ding just as Bunnyhelm finished his sentence. Bunnyhelm turned to address the secretaries. “Please go down a few more floors. I am sure the ponies in the reception area will treat you nicely.” He smiled to the two and led Soarin out of the metal box and into the well-lit and luxuriously decorated hallway beyond.
“Now Mr. Soarin, would you like to see how we raise the sun?” Soarin bounced ecstatically on the spot. “Good, it is already twelve-hundred hours. We are about to pass into the second shift.” The pair trotted along the circular path that wound its way across the facility. “So Mr. Soarin, that ship you came here in...”
“Ah, the Thunderbolt. Nice little ship isn’t it? Miss Dash’s idea. A single-pilot light transport, it even doubles as a gunship. Single balloon and double chassis. The bulk of the ship is built around the balloon. Less space but more customization and armour. They are also quite maneuverable, they use the new Sparkle Five engines that Miss Twilight created. Two of them in fact, gives the little ship a bigger bang for your bit. The army is looking forward to buying quite a few.”
Bunnyhelm smiled. Soarin’s big mouth had once more gained him some valuable information. “The Equestrian army?” The pegasi nodded. “Interesting, I might be interested in purchasing a few, at a better price then the army could afford of course.”
“That would be great!” Soarin sounded genuinely happy. Bunnyhelm gave him a condescending smile but the pegasi was too daft to figure it out.
“Ah here we are.” Bunnyhelm scooted the pegasi into a large room filled with hundreds of ponies in lab coats hurrying along on their business caring for gigantic machines that billowed and puffed as they worked their magic. All of them connected to a large brass sphere in the center of the room. “And this is where we rise the sun.” Soarin’s face drooped in disappointment.
Bunnyhelm laughed. “Don’t worry, we often see that expression. Most ponies expect something wondrous and not a room filled with techies and scientists.” He tapped the blue pegasus on the shoulder. “Come on, I’ll show you around while we talk business.” He led Soarin through the ever shifting maze of ponies and brought him to the colossal brass sphere held up by large steel legs. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he said while running a loving hoof down its smooth surface..
“Um, yeah? You er... wanted to talk business?” Soarin fidgeted nervously. Bunnyhelm smiled viciously to himself while facing away from the pegasus.
“Yes, yes I did.” He let go of the sphere and started trotting towards another exit at the opposite end of the room. The factory workers spilt and made room for him almost subconsciously. Soarin quickly followed. “Commander Trixie has been put in charge of my private military force. Oh, not a big thing mind you, just something Bl-- Emperor Blueblood gave to me. A few Interdiction-class ships and a Valour-class battleship. Unfortunately they are not at full capacity, if you know what I mean.” Bunnyhelm opened the door with his magic and ushered Soarin into the passageway beyond.
They stepped onto the railing with loud clangs. Soarin immediately looked down at the impressive distance below and gulped. “This is where we store the fuel and energy required to move the sun.” explained Bunnyhelm as he pointed to the giant vats full of very toxic chemicals below. “I’d suggest breathing through your mouth, although that tends to leave a rather unfortunate aftertaste.” He started walking along the metal bridge and soon heard Soarin’s less than confident hoofsteps behind him.
“Now, as I was saying. My little force needs some ships... Unfortunately, I know that Spectrum Skies is really busy with the last big order of ships...”
“Yeah, we can’t even meet the demand we have now. If you want to order ships you’ll have to wait a bit.” Soarin smiled sheepishly.
“You know Soarin, I can call you just Soarin, right? I really want those Vanquishers. In fact I want a lot of them, twenty to be exact. I also want fiv-- No, six of those new Thunderbolts you have. All equipped of course.” Bunnyhelm stopped walking right above one of the huge vats and turned to face Soarin.
“I’d be happy to supply you sir, of course there is the paperwork, and as I said, we are not ready to fill out the current demand. I doubt we could get your ships for at least another year.”
“You know what is wonderful about being a unicorn?” Soarin’s brow tightened as he tried to comprehend the change of subject. “It’s the magic! Oh sure, you can fly and earth ponies are strong. But we can do so much. Levitate for example. My, I could levitate you right up and clasp your wings shut with little to no effort.” Bunnyhelm made a show of looking around the large room. Nopony was in sight.
Soarin started to sweat. “That’s great, Bunnyhelm.”
“It is great. And call me Mister Chronos. Now, about the tardiness of those ships. I can’t have that. I really want them. Couldn’t you do something to... speed things up?” Soarin’s eyes filled with tears and he began to sweat. Bunnyhelm smiled brightly within the rising plumes of fog.
“You say that like you’ll kill me if I refuse.” His laugh contained no humour.
“Then I suggest that you don’t refuse.”
Note to self: have Darkfang set a certain unicorn named Bunnyhelm on fire in the next chapter.
Personal fantasies of violence aside, great work as usual, hope to see more from you soon and all that.
DEATH TO BLUEBLOOD! That prick deserves to be eaten alive by weasels!
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Thanks, and will do (well, maybe not weasels), as I said at the end of the chapter, the next (chapter six) should be very long (Edging on the 8K). Thankfully my editor (cheezsauce) is here all week! (usually only online on the weekend) so I might get it out by the end of the week!
I have faith that whatever you do would be as great as anything you have posted yet, better even.
I see the plot beginning to develop. Suddenly I'm much more enthusiastic about this story.
The meeting between Bunnyhelm and Soarin is a little hard to understand. Is Soarin the fat one as he thumps up the ramp? (I assume this is the case, as he has a rather unfortunate reputation in fanon.) But then this happens:
“Hi, I’m Soarin,” he reintroduced himself with another hoof shake. The fat blue pony smiled and bobbed his head, his curls of fat bobbing in time.
The way it's structured makes it sound like Bunnyhelm is the fat one. it's just a small detail, it doesn't change the meaning at all, but as I try to picture the scene it's standing in my way.
And again, tensions have rose
Didn't say this earlier, might as well do so now.
Very cool stuff with Darius, and I'm excited to see how it plays out.
Not a bad chapter. The plot hasn't really advanced much, but a few gaping holes in our "history" have been filled, like the nature of the war. It reminds me a lot of FoE, with the six champions of Equestria pumping out technology and such. But that's not a bad thing.
I'm interested... this captain sounds like he's about to go rouge. I'm looking forward to seeing just how that pans out. I mean, will he go it alone, or will his ship be at his disposal? His men love him, but do they love him enough to basically commit suicide by mutinying?
Poor Soarin'.... and shouldn't he be famous for being a Wonderbolt, or did that not happen this universe?
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Well, Soarin` now works for Spectrum Skies... which happens to be owned by a certain Rainbow Maned Pegasus... I doubt that she would be mean to an ex-wonderbolt...
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I spent the entire day with the mental image of a bunch of pirate ponies applying make up... A few fits of spontaneous giggling and I am officially the weird guy at work. Thanks.
Huzzah! it's up, pretty good rate of chapters i might add...
glad to see this series continue on and hope my editing and quaint little style sputters have been helpful and not an annoyance
In other gimmicks, in terms of world buildings, theres been a steady climb but one of the things i feel really representative of the world is how it works with the 'common folk'. there was that small short bar scene in chapter 2 but a lot of it was just normal things happenings, I'd like a scene where one of the charecters is 'strolling' for whatever reasons down a crowded yet vibrant street with all kinds of characters that would fit into the universe with its fashion, technology and or overall circumstantial social dynamics, showing these types of things in a gradual fashion will 'flesh out' the world. Will anticipate what you will have in store for us!
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If it's any comfort chapter seven spends quite a bit of time in Ponyville...
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Wow, this is faring better then I thought!
Thanks a lot guys!
This reminds me in no small amount of that End of Ponies fic. This is no bad thing.
Interested to find out just how Blueblood became Emperor when he has such an abrasive personality.
Also, Pinkie owns 1/5th of Equestria?
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So who runs the other 4/5ths? And where do the other elements fit into all this? I'm aware they head up their own companies, but if AJ is a known rebel sympathizer, then...
Tl;dr Awesome story, some questions about the history I'd like answered, keep up the good work my man
Edit: Also, Darius is pretty damn cool, but I can't find any description of him physically. In his first appearance, only his uniform is mentioned. Is this me just derping, or is this a genuine oversight?
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Pinkie owns one sixth of one fifth. The mane 6 as a group own 1/5th.
And I rarely give much in terms of descriptions for OC's, unless said description adds to the character. I like it that way, fill in the blanks yourself! (I always thought of him as rather grey if that helps....)
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Yeah, I must admit Grey was what I imagined, until I realized you'd never mentioned it
Either that or a dark blue colour. Might suite the whole "Imperial Navy" thing
So, the main 4/5ths belong to Blueblood and Co.? Interesting...
Looking forward to seeing Spike. I'm wondering what role Dragons played in this Pony/Gryphon War.
Also, how often can we expect updates? So many fics I'm reading seem to be on hiatus or something...
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Updates... er... I am writing chapter nine right now (you distracting bugger, you!), but I tend to take forever to update. Thankfully cheezesauce is online everyday this week, so I might get chapter six out by the weekend (no promisses).
Honestly I had forgotten about Spike, I'll add him here and there along with Twilight (She pops in later) but as you can tell the Mane six, despite being major players in the world I am building, don't appear that ofter (yet, some have big roles in later chapters). And the whole 'they own 1/5th' thing was something I debated for a while, not too little that they would be unimportant, not too much that they would be stronger than Blueblood.
I am so proud, I wrote two whole paragraphs and there are next to no spoilers!
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A mighty achievement indeed!
Although it's quite an achievement to forget about Spike. Pretty much every dark-fic ever written has him as a major character in some form or another (FO:E, End of Ponies, Antipodies, etc). Usually he's a mopey bastard though and everyone else is dead, so hopefully that won't be the case here
Interestingly, I would never have been aware of these different Steampunk-esque genres if not for this fic. You have enlightened me good sir!
Anyways, it's enjoyable how rapidly you get a reply out. On most other stories, a wait of around a couple days is usual. I must admit this change of pace is refreshing, and gives the impression of an author who readily listens to their readers (the best kind of author )
I'll leave you alone now, so you can write Moar Poni
P.S Scootaloo is best pony
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Thanks! I like talking to authors too, I dislike it when they a stoic and quiet, so why should I be the same!
And Spike is forgetable, I am trying to recreate the readers perception of Equestria. What's one little dragon got to do with that? (Worry not, he'll be around, just not in a big way)
Oh, and because I didn't have time to do this prior to now: I did French ponies in Equestria first... take that Hasbro! (actually Fluttershy mentioned them, but that's fine)
Green Lance got released AND promoted?! You've gotta be kidding me!!
I can't believe Darius is being sent to Tartarus, if he plays his cards right, he'll be able to save Sweetie Belle without drawing too much attention.
Can't wait to see the next chapter!
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Well it is sorta Star Wars inspired. If you know the plot of Star Wars, you'll, almost, be able to see where this is going...
Darius could be just what the Rebel Alliance needs. A seasoned vet with knowledge of the innerworkings of the Empire, a loyal crew, and a light destroyer.
He can defect!
What does the map look like, did the Empire conquer only other pony ra kingdoms or did they also seize Griffon's and what not?
Is Bunny Vader or Tarkin?
The biplanes, are they with internal baloons or are they like WWI's?
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Darius could be just what the Rebel Alliance needs. A seasoned vet with knowledge of the innerworkings of the Empire, a loyal crew, and a light destroyer.
He can defect!
>> Spoilers
What does the map look like, did the Empire conquer only other pony ra kingdoms or did they also seize Griffon's and what not?
>>You'll learn more about this in the prequal (haha, prequal, gve me about 6 months to finish this fic off first!), but, as it has little impact on the overall story and isn't that much of a spoiler, he did capture the Griffon lands.
Is Bunny Vader or Tarkin?
>>Ysanne Isard
The biplanes, are they with internal baloons or are they like WWI's?
>>Sparkle Generator's. Magic devices that reduce the weigh, or the gravitational pull, of the object they are part of (To some extent, a better generator is more powerful than a cheap one, their size and strenght varies from make, model and fuel type), other than that they look sorta like WWII era fighters. (Look at my DA, I love planes...)
If the Royal Guards were trained from birth, wouldn't they be fillys still (10)
I want to be a generic Imperial officer!
Wow, great story! Very creative... I'm enjoying it so far. I just wanted to point something out though. There are a few instances like this:
“Ah here we are.” Bunnyhelm scooted the pegasi into a large room...
that you used "pegasi" when you should have used "pegasus" (I assume that Soarin is the only pegasus with Bunnyhelm in this sentance.)
Note to self, first target; sol factory
Its destruction will throw the empire into dissarray and spread fear among them. Like 9/11 was supposed to do.
Second target; Bluebloods palace. Just cause
Wait... Soarin? of the wonderbolts? FAT?!... oh the irony!
I like Darius already.
Thought not the one to admit that he had feelings for the pretty mare
1. Though.
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now THATS how to slightly confuse an adiance while still entertaining them and writing out your fantasies of a grusome death for blueblood
“Interesting, I might be interested in purchasing a few, at a better price then the army could afford of course.”
As AJ is a rebel sympathizer, it seems a bit odd that the other mane 6 are with the empire, considering how close they were before this timeline.
I want to see Darius dunk Trixie with a huge axe, it can be as much blood as possible, i won't mind.
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I wonder if anybody's written a MLP and LoL crossover yet...
You keep calling Soren a 'pegasi'. Should be not be called a 'pegasus'? As I understand it, 'pegasi' is a plural for.
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Note to self, figure out way to breed snakes with black widows and weasels.