Act I - 05 - A Fire in the Sky
Act I:
“In the Beginning”
Chapter Five:
“A Fire in the Sky”
Las Pegasus, November 1975:
“Did you hear the news/it came across the air today/Someone has been found/on the rocks down in the-”
“Spike, will you please turn that music down?” The car skidded to a halt, sending the gentlecolt in the back seat bouncing forward. “We are trying to have a surveillance operation here, not a rave.” Twilight commanded, giving Spike a glare. Spike gave her a disappointed look, before leaning forward and turning the music down.
“Better?” he asked, irritation creeping into his voice as he crossing his arms and raising an eye ridge. Twilight nodded.
“Much. Thank you, Spike.” She replied, turning her attention back to the pair of binoculars she was holding and the Valkyrie Casino across the street. Through the binoculars, she could see dozens of ponies, milling about the entrance of the casino, all dressed in outfits that indicated either wealth or mob ties, though probably both for many of them. One pony in particular seemed to stand out from the rest, however.
He was a dark brown pegasus stallion, whose body seemed to be built like that of a brick wall. He had a sandy colored mane sticking out from underneath his well worn baseball cap. He carried himself with a gruff and disheveled aura, and seemed to actively shove others out of his way.
A sly grin spread across Twilight’s face. “Well, hello there...” the agent mumbled with keen sense of satisfaction. “Gentlecolts?” she said, looking back at her two compatriots. “We have found our stallion!”
Spike turned to look out the window in the direction Twilight was looking, pulling out binoculars of his own. Spike raised an eye ridge.
“Who?” the drake tried to get a better view. “That big oaf in the baseball cap? The only one without a tux?” he asked, and Twilight nodded.
“That’s the one. Seems like he’s gotten a free ticket in there too…” she replied, trailing off somewhat as the oafish stallion was allowed entrance to the casino. The door closed, cutting off the view they had and instead replacing it with highly reflective glass.
“So...what’s the plan?” Spike asked, setting his binoculars down and scanning the area around their car to make sure no one was watching. Twilight set her own binoculars down and leaned back in her seat, still keeping her eyes fixed on the bright lights of the casino. She furrowed her brow slightly, scanning the building for potential entrance ways. From what she could see, every entrance seemed well guarded, with rather obvious security guards standing by the door, checking every guest.
“We’re going to infiltrate.” She finally answered, leaning forward slightly to lean on the steering wheel slightly. She bit her lip slightly, organizing a plan in her head. “Me and Steady are going to go in. Spike, you stay here with the car, keeping watch.”
“Why me? Why can’t Steady guard the car?” Spike asked, raising an eye ridge. Twilight glanced towards Spike and then back towards the casino.
“It’s because you’re a dragon, Spike,” she rolled her eyes, disappointed at him for needing it to be explained. “How many dragons do you see walking around outside of Wyremland? That aren’t mercenaries?” She answered, looking towards Spike again. She noticed his expression grew somewhat downtrodden, and he crossed his arms, looking down at his feet. Twilight sighed, leaning back in her seat again.
“Look, Spike, trust me, you know that, in any other situation, I’d have you right there with me. But right now, we have to be as subtle as possible, and, unless we make up a story about you being some sort of ambassador from Wyremland they’ve never heard of, then it’s very likely we’re going to be found out and things will go downhill faster than a lead zeppelin,” they both smiled.
“No, mommy,” Steady Hoof began to say loudly, kicking in his sleep. “Don’t put the fizzies in the root beer, it gives me a stomach ache”
There was a brief, awkward silence before Twilight opened her mouth again. “Anyways, if something does go wrong with me and Steady, at least I know that you have a chance of getting out safely. Understand?”
Spike nodded, his expression still somewhat glum. “Yeah...I understand,” he sighed, ironing out the wrinkles in his jacket. “Any idea what you and Steady’s backstory is going to be?”
Twilight shrugged slightly. “I don’t know yet. Probably something really simple.”
“Guess I’ll wake him up then?” Spike asked rhetorically, and Twilight nodded.
In the backseat, having been asleep for the past five or six minutes, was Steady Hoof. Twilight couldn’t blame him for trying to catch a few winks, since he had been the one tasked with arranging the hotel room, the supplies and the car. He had been up since the night before, and was now apparently trying to catch up on his missing sleep.
Spike reached an arm around his chair, gently poking the sleeping pegasus. “Hey, Steady Hoof. Wake up dude.” he said, and Steady Hoof groaned, shaking his head and dragging himself up from the seat.
“Blegh...what is it? Any breakthrough?” he asked, rubbing his eyes and blinking to clear away his sleepiness. Both Spike and Twilight nodded.
“Yes,” Twilight said, refocusing her attention out the window. “Just saw our friend, Mr. Crate, step inside that casino over there.” she said, motioning towards the Casino. Steady Hoof nodded.
“So what’s the plan?” he asked.
“We infiltrate.” Twilight answered. “You and me go in, Spike stays with the car. Sound good? Figure we try the married couple idea.”
That was when his eyes burst wide open and showed an ear to ear grin, unbefitting of a stallion who’d only just then woken up from a several hour nap. “Absolutely… Misses Steady Hoof,” even his voice could barely contain the joy of going through that classic plan once more, throwing his arm around his boss.
Twilight forced a smile, knowing that, by the end of it all, she may have regretted not taking along the dragon ambassador that nopony has ever heard of.
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Twilight and Steady Hoof walked towards the casino, with Twilight in a simple black dress and Steady in a tuxedo.
“Alright, do you remember our cover?” Twilight whispered as they neared the entrance. Steady nodded.
“Of course. I’m an investor in steel mills, and I’m taking you, my beautiful darling wife, here to enjoy our anniversary in one of the suites upstairs.” he answered smoothly, puffing his chest out slightly. Twilight let out a small sigh of relief.
“Excellent. Here’s the security guard,” she replied as they came to a stop in front of the sunglasses wearing earth pony stallion standing in front of them.
“State your business,” the security guard stated bluntly, his eyebrows lowering as his head moved between the pair. Steady smiled smoothly, before clearing his throat slightly.
“Why hello there sir!” he said in a very convincing Trottingham accent, reaching into his tuxedo pocket and pulling out a small business card. “I am Steel Shimmer, and this wonderfully beautiful mare with me is my wife, Sunset Shimmer.” he said, motioning towards Twilight, who couldn’t help but allow her eyebrows to lower ever so slightly at the sound of her alias.
The security guard, meanwhile, looked down at the business card, studying it closely before handing it back to Steady Hoof. “Seems legit. You may enter.” he stated gruffly, and Steady Hoof smiled.
“Thank you very much, my good friend.” he said, slipping the card into his tuxedo and putting an arm around Twilight. “Come, my darling. Our evening awaits us,”
Twilight gave him a broad, shining smile and a peck on the cheek. “Oh, Steel, you spoil me,” she tittered, intentionally making her voice sound as airy and empty headed as possible.
“Think nothing of it,” Steady said, before striding into the casino. As soon as they stepped inside however, Twilight leaned in close to Steady Hoof.
“Sunset Shimmer? Seriously?” she whispered harshly. “We sound like a bad spy movie.”
Steady gave her a smile. “Oh come on Twilight, think about it. We are, in fact, spies! Those kind of names are perfect for our line of work!” His snickering trailed off slightly as Twilight deadpanned. “Besides, it’s the perfect cover because no one will expect anypony with names that actually sound that much like they were from a bad spy movie to be real! It’s the perfect cover!” Steady added, but Twilight maintained her glare.
Steady let his shoulders sag and his smile fade. “Alright, fine, so it wasn’t the best name, but come on, it worked for what we needed. Do you have the two-way in your purse?” he asked, and Twilight nodded.
“Of course, dearie.” she replied, putting an intentionally saccharine inflection on the last word. She reached into her purse with her magic, holding up the two-way radio. She slipped it back into her purse, and the pair entered the main area of the casino. I feel like I’m in Get Smart, she thought to herself, doing her very best to keep the bitterness from showing on her off violet face.
Both Twilight and Steady’s eyes widened at the sheer opulence before them. All along the walls were ornate and highly detailed murals and reliefs that seemed to focus on scenes from ancient Equestrian Mythology, ponies with great swords and shields holding the line gallantly against the endless forces of the monstrous changelings. Millions against thousands, but still they were unyielding to the very last Equinsgardian, from Beatrix, to Odin and Siegfried and Thunderlane and even Celestia. Twilight knew that they were just myths, but she had to admit, even as much as she preferred to think with pure logic, she did find something inherently captivating about that particular brand of lore as a whole, viewing Celestia with as much veneration as she possibly could for a mythological figure.
“Kinda obsessive don’t you think?” Steady asked, leaning against a pillar, evidently modeled after the serpent and topped off with a statue of Beatrix, the Trickster, gazing up at the ceiling. “I mean, I like old myth just as much as the next guy, but don’t you think this is kinda much?”
Twilight shrugged, trying to hide her veneration for the casinos design. “Not our concern right now. Our concern is, however, finding what Gustav wants with Crafty Crate.” she answered rather bluntly, looking around for the massive pegasus from before. “And there is our friend right now.” she muttered, motioning towards the room that Crafty Crate had just entered. Steady Hoof nodded.
“The Muspelheim Room? That sounds rather overdramatic don’t you think?” he asked, and Twilight nodded.
“Well, that only fits in with the rest of the design…” she trailed off, spotting a female porter heading for the same room. Twilight smiled slyly. “And I think we have our way in...” she added, already making her way towards the porter.
“Stay safe dearie,” Steady Hoof called out, waving over dramatically as she left and Twilight spun on her heels smoothly to face him.
“Of course, Sunshine! I love you!” she replied with a titter, taking no small pleasure in seeing Steady Hoof struggle to keep a straight face at her over-the-top endearment, making silent promises in the back of her mind for vengeance against her subordinate, already planning what she’ll do to him when they got back to the base.
She then refocused her attention on the porter heading for the Muspelheim Room. As she walked, she causally levitated a wine glass off a passing waiter, a plan already forming in her mind. However, her plan ground to a halt when she noticed the distinct uniform the porter was wearing.
Dammit. She thought, quickly gulping down the wine and setting the glass down on a random table as she passed. Time to recalibrate the plan then… she thought, already sizing up the porter, hoping that the other pony’s uniform would fit her own body.
The porter veered around a corner, pushing her way into the hectic kitchen. Undaunted, Twilight followed, pushing the dual swinging doors asides, and weaving her way through the controlled chaos of the casino’s rather sizable kitchen. The porter pony came to a stop in front one of the chiefs, quickly babbling out an apparent meal for whomever was in the Muspelheim Room in Prench. The chief nodded, heading back to his respective position to supposedly cook the meal.
Twilight seized the opportunity, making sure to grab a nearby open bottle of salad dressing off the table and, in one smooth motion, ‘accidentally’ spilling it on the porter’s uniform.
“Regardez-le!” The porter spat, giving Twilight a death glare as she attempted to clean off the dressing from her uniform before it stained it. Twilight was quick to levitate a cloth of her own, dabbing it on the porter’s uniform repeatedly.
“Je suis désolé, je ne voulais pas que répandre sur vous,” Twilight said, her voice deeply apologetic. The porter however, greeted her profuse apologies with a vengeful glare, before brusquely stalking away towards the bathrooms, angrily muttering the whole while. Twilight waited a few seconds, feigning sorrow, until the bathroom door shut. Twilight then strode over to the bathroom, slipping inside.
The porter was standing over the sink, still muttering and dabbing a paper towel on her uniform. She looked into the mirror, spotting Twilight standing at the other side of the room.
“Que voulez-vous? Vous ne voyez pas que vous avez ruiné ma journée assez?” The porter grumbled. Twilight feigned a blush.
“Encore une fois, je suis désolé, je viens de présenter des excuses…” Twilight said, her horn glowing softly as she prepared a spell. The porter scoffed.
“Apologize mon flanc! Vous ne savez pas combien coûte cet unifo-” The Porter’s rant was cut short by a blast of magic to her face, causing her to fall unconscious and flop down to the floor with a crash. Twilight smoothly trotted over, propping the unconscious earth pony up against the wall.
“Encore une fois, je suis très désolé, mais j'ai un travail à faire.” she said quietly, stripping the porter of her uniform and donning it herself. Thankfully, it fit just fine, despite being just a little bit loose around the chest. Twilight cast another glance down to the unconscious earth pony, leaning down to give her a quick pat on the head.
“Dormez bien, d'accord?” she whispered, before spinning around to check herself in the mirror. She quickly cast a spell to make her coat color two tones lighter, applying the same spell to her mane. She then walked out of the bathroom, heading directly for the chief whom the porter had been speaking with. In one smooth motion, she levitated the platter of food from the chief, striding out into the casino, and heading straight for the Muspelheim Room.
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“Mr. Crate, take a seat,” Gustav said, amicably motioning towards the large couch sitting in the center of the room. The big brown pegasus nodded, plopping himself down rather unceremoniously. Gustav meanwhile, walked over to the bar, pouring two drinks. In the background, a pale lavender unicorn walked in with a platter of food, setting it down on the table and walking out without a sound.
“So, Mr. Crate…” he began, closing the bottle and placing it under the counter. “What information do you have that could ever peak my interest?” he asked rhetorically, lighting up his cigar. He walked over to the couch, setting the drinks down on the glass coffee table in front of Crafty Crate.
“Well, Mistah Shaw, since we’s is in the Muspelheim Room, I figurah we talk ‘bout somethin’ that has ta do with flames. Tell me, do ya know anythin’ ‘bout Hephaestus?” Crafty Crate replied, pulling out a cigarette of his own and setting it alight.
“God of the forge. Skrosian mythology I believe.” Gustav answered, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. “Why? Whatever could that have to do with my interests?”
Crafty Crate smiled. “Well, have ya ever heard of the Fire Star?”
Gustav tapped his talons on his knees. “I have, but I do not dabble in myths, Mister Crate.”
“Well, yer gonna wanna start dabblin’ after taday!” Crafty Crate tipped his hat.. ”Ya see, accordin’ to legend, it was the object that fed the magical flames of his forge. Apparently, it could make anyone who could hold it more powerful by refining their present abilities tenfold. Interested?”
Gustav leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows. “Do you have such a treasure?” he asked inquisitively. Crafty Crate shifted in his place slightly. “Because, if not…” the griffin began to scratch his talons against the fine mahogany table between him and his momentary associate.
“Um, well, not exactly. I don’t have on me right now, but what I do have, Mistah Shaw,” his eyes began to glow with a sort of malevolent child like wonder. “Is part of a map. I came here hopin’ youse had somepony who could read ancient Skyros.” he said, his voice growing somewhat evasive as he spoke. Gustav arched an eyebrow.
“perhaps I do, maybe I don’t. I can’t be sure of that until I know what you're speaking of is real, Mister Crate.” he asked rather incredulously, leaning forward slightly. Crafty Crate sat up a little, his body noticeably tensing up. “But, if you cannot provide me with anything else other than a map that could just as easily have been a fake, then I will have to-”
“I don’t deal in fakes, ya stuff shirt prick!” Crafty cut him off indignantly at the suave owner of the casino. “I deal in the real. If I didn’t, my whole little business would be kaputs.” he said, pointing an accusing hoof towards a bemused Gustav. “Now, do ya want tha map fragment or not? ‘cause if ya don’t, I’ll gladly take it ta somepony who actually believes me, and not some stuck up beak-faced chicken-cat who likes to dress in fancy suits.”
Gustav’s eyebrows lowered. “‘beak faced chicken-cat?’” he asked. “Is that what you just called me?” he pressed, his tone growing angered. “Why should I be blamed for wishing to know that you’re telling the truth, and not just wasting my time with your silly little game?”
“Silly little game?” Crafty Crate asked, blinking in shock. “What would I have to gain from lying to ya? Lose all my money? Because I ain’t fuckin’ about to let that happen, bud. I got papers datin’ back to the 1300s on the Fire Star. I. Ain’t... Lying.”
Gustav held up a talon. “Easy now, Mr. Crate. That was the piece of information I wanted to hear. Now, what proof is there asides from your documents that this gem exists?” Shaw let out a chuckle. “Perhaps you should have led with that from the very beginning?”
Crafty Crate let out an angry huff, before holding up a small amulet that was hanging around his neck by a small gold chain. “I’ve got a shard of it right here, Mister Shaw. And this little itty bitty piece is all I need to make sure ya don’t up and make me think I’m melting or turned into a fish.”
Gustav’s expression changed from one of inquisitiveness to outright impressed. “Well, well, well! Color me impressed! How did you know I was trying to play my trick on you?” he asked with a slight chuckle, tilting his head inquisitively. Crafty let out a snort.
“I heard it through the grapevine, ‘kay? Also, ya’ve been starin’ at me funny ever since ya first asked about the gem. Only psychics stare like that when they’re tryin’ to mess with your head.” he replied tersely. “Call it ‘personal experience.”
Gustav stood up, smiling broadly. “Well then, I must give you credit,” he said, his eyes now fixed directly on the amulet. “You said you were able to block my powers from just a shard? That is most impressive,” he clapped his talons together. “Most impressive indeed.”
“So do we have a deal?” Crafty asked, and Gustav nodded.
“This operation is a risk worth taking, yes…” he trailed off. “Do you happen to be active in the actual recovery of the object in question as well?” he added, arching an eyebrow slightly. Crafty nodded.
“Yeah, but that’ll cost ya extra. Why?” he asked, looking up at Gustav with a raised eyebrow. Gustav smiled.
“Excellent, I believe this will cover any costs,” he replied, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a bag of coins, dropping it into Crafty’s extended hoof. “I know that doesn’t look like much, but if you look inside, you will see that it’s one-hundred percent gold. It is the equivalent of a hundred thousand bits right there.”
Crafty’s eyes practically lit up with greed. “Wonderful….where do you want to make the final song and dance?”
“The next meeting?” confirmed, stroking his mustache. “I believe my yacht in San Franciscolt will suffice. The Tempest. Next month. Be there, understand?”
Crafty Crate nodded, standing up to shake Gustav’s talon. “Perfectly, Mr. Shaw. I’ll be there.”
Gustav nodded. “Good, good. Now, my assistant will be escorting you to the location of your choice, is that suitable.”
Crafty Crate looked around the empty room. “Um...what assistant? I don’t see anypony--” he was halted by Gustav holding up a talon.
“Oh Marie! Marie, come here please!” Gustav called out, and there was an explosion of red smoke in the center of the room, revealing a blood red earth pony with a dark brown mane, dressed in a deliciously tight little black dress. Her eyes darted towards Gustav sharply, and her general aura was one of a bomb just about to go off.
“Yes, Mr. Shaw?” she asked, “What do you need?”
“Please take our friend, Mr. Crafty Crate here, to wherever he wishes,” he set his talon on her shoulder, smiling down on her. “Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” The red mare nodded, her eyes darting towards Crafty Crate before smiling seductively.
“Hey stud. Where do you wanna go?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. Crafty Crate blinked, still apparently trying to wrap his head around the mare’s sudden appearance.
“Well--I--the slut machi- SLOT MACHINES!” he replied, giving Gustav a questioning look. The red mare nodded. “I mean slot machines!”
“Sure thing. Crafty. Grab on,” she said, reaching over and taking Crafty Crate’s hoof in her own, and, before Crafty had a chance to protest, vanished in another cloud of red smoke, leaving Gustav alone in the room. “To anything you want.”
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Now, Twilight Sparkle has been in many places. She had seen many things most ponies wouldn’t believe, and would often react with a simple shrug and keep going. She had done many things, and met hundreds of ponies. She had known Captain Equestria herself, and had crafted a potion that basically stopped aging from scratch.
But all that still didn’t explain how the blood red earth pony mare had somehow managed to appear out of thin air, before vanishing again, all in a billowing cloud of brimstone scented smoke. Pretty much the only thing keeping her from completely breaking character was the pony had been named Marie, and not some strange, archaic combination of letters and sounds.
Okay...so it’s not a demon...hopefully… she thought, swallowing slightly. She was wondering if she could excuse herself from the room when Gustav snapped his talons, motioning for her to come closer. She quickly took a breath, slipping back into character as a waitress.
“What do you need sir?” she asked, making sure her voice was coy and innocent sounding. Gustav glanced towards her out of the corner of his eye.
“What’s on your tray?” he asked, idly leaning down to take a sip of his drink.
Twilight glanced down at her tray to reacquaint herself with its contents. “We have Port wine. A 49 vintage,” she replied, looking back towards Gustav, who seemed to be checking his wristwatch.
“Excellent. We will take it. Do you have any smokes?” he added, still seemingly distracted by other things in the room, such as the supposed dust that lined the cushion.
Twilight was about to say no before noticing the rectangular pressure from the uniform’s right breast pocket. She opened the pocket, pulling out a small box of cigarettes with her magic.
“Will these do sir?” she asked, holding the box up. Gustav eyed the box briefly before smiling.
“Yes. I believe they will do just fine.” he said, taking the box from her. Twilight relaxed somewhat, preparing to turn and leave, but Gustav unexpectedly reached out, putting a finely manicured talon on her shoulder.
“Here,” he said, reaching into his jacket pocket and slipping something into her now empty breast pocket. From their shape, they seemed to coins. “Have a tip,” Gustav continued, his golden eyes looking directly into Twilight’s. “Because, dearie, you didn’t see anything.”
Twilight could feel the subtle energies of Gustav’s suggestion seep into her mind, attempting to cloud her senses and make her forget what had just happened. Luckily, Twilight, being the type to prepare herself against such attacks, resisted the influence. However, she still needed to play the part, so, she allowed her eyes to go unfocused for a brief moment before repeating what Gustav had said.
“I didn’t see anything.” she droned in a low monotone voice. Once that was done, she shook her head as if to clear it, before looking directly at Gustav, putting on a chipper and happy look. “Why hello sir, would you wish for a--” she paused to regard her empty drink tray. “--or maybe you’d care for a--” she reached her hoof to her right breast pocket to find it empty besides the coins. Twilight blinked rapidly, pretending to be confused.
“I-I’m so sorry, sir, I don’t know how it’s possible I didn’t notice I was out of everything. And I have no idea where these coins came fro-” her explanation was cut off by Gustav raising a talon.
“Oh no worries. You just had a little fainting spell is all. The coins are your tip. Just take it easy, and maybe even take the night off, eh?” Gustav smiled. “Just tell your boss a friend of Al’s okayed it. Understood?”
Twilight nodded with feigned dumbness. “Why thank you sir. I wish you a pleasant evening with you and your guests.” she said, turning around and walking out of the Muspelheim Room as calmly as possible, which was, deep down the opposite of how she was feeling.
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Steady Hoof always managed to find something enjoyable to do while going undercover, but even he could admit that it was always annoying when Twilight would stride off, change outfits and crafted an entirely new disguise without telling him. It always complicated things, and complicated plans, more often than not, lead to trouble.
However, whatever Twilight’s disguise had been must have worked, as she could be seen slipping out of the Muspelheim Room seemingly unharmed and unruffled. That is, until she came closer, where Steady could see her expression was one of incredible unease.
“Twilight what’s wrong, you look a little pale?” he whispered as she came to a stop in front of him, dressed as a waitress. “Why are you dressed as a waitress?” He paused for a moment. “And why do I like it so much?”
Twilight simply waved a hoof, ignoring her partners fetish. “Needed to get into the room. I’ll go change, because Mr. and Mrs. Shimmer need to leave right now. Understand?”
Steady Hoof nodded. “Sure thing. Do you remember where you stashed your old costume?”
Twilight nodded, briefly tapping to her left breast pocket. “Right here. Shrinking spell. Give me two minutes.”
Steady Hoof nodded, and Twilight quickly strode off to a nearby bathroom, emerging exactly two minutes later in the same black dress she had been wearing when they came in. “Let’s go.” she said.
Moments later, a very pale looking ‘Mrs. Shimmer’ and a deeply concerned looking ‘Mr. Shimmer’ were walking out the exit. Just as they were about to reach the guards, Twilight leaned against Steady Hoof overdramatically.
“Food poisoning,” Steady Hoof told the guard, who nodded to allow them to pass, muttering a half-hearted apology. They made a beeline towards the car, making sure to make as convincing a show as possible. Spike leaned out the car window, a surprised look on his face.
“What’s wrong with Twilight? I thought you were supposed to have her back?” he asked as he opened the door for Twilight to plop herself into the backseat.
“We had to separate in the hallway. She went in as a porter and wouldn’t let me follow.” Steady replied, plopping into the front passenger’s seat as Spike started the car. The car smoothly drove forward, with Spike glancing back into the rear view mirror.
“You alright Twilight? Look a little off.”
Twilight looked into the rearview, having already slipped out of the black dress and undoing the ponytail her hair was in. She shook her head.
“No, it’s alright, Spike. Just get us to the airport okay. Steady give me that radio. I have to talk to Shiny,” she said, containing her panic, with Steady nodding and reaching for the radio, as Twilight leaned back into the backseat, letting out a long, cleansing breath and looking out the window, already trying to piece together whatever the hell it was that she had seen. Whatever Gustav was up to, it was obviously something big.
But what? She thought, taking the radio Steady was holding out for her, and readying herself to call Shining.
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Is Crate the Juggernaut? I think I remember seeing that somewhere, but I could be mistaken.
Nice chapter. Look forward to more
3786360 Yeah he is.
3786369 Thank you for clarifying
3786369 I forget. What's Sunset Shimmer's role in your universe again dude?
3786479 Graviton
3786498 OH SHIT!!!!
This can only end well.
Also, Twilight's in NEIGHS, not an assassin for the Purple/Red/Rainbow/lolwhatever Room, right?
3787185 Yup. she's always worked for NEIGHS
“What information do you have that could ever peak my interest?”
peak should be pique. Pet peeve of mine.
3787924 I knew that looked weird.
Google didn't remember the word it seems
I was sure I would be first.
Well, at least since Shining Armor and Twilight both worked with Captain Equestria, they'll be used to be super powered beings.
He's flirting with the younger sister of Shining 'Samuel L. Jackson' Armor
Brave stallion.
Now I gotta ask, is sunset shimmer in this universe?
3798517 yes.
In fact, she's the main villain of Soar II...and she's based on Graviton
Well done. You have some great stories. Keep up the good work.
Twilight is best Secret Agent.
3786498
And, uh, who is this? The name doesn't ring any bells...
3845609 He's this guy:
static4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120326193325/avengersearthsmightiestheroes/images/7/78/Graviton_Infobox.png
And he's a total BAMF
3845672
Just looked him up. Wow. This guy is really powerful. As in, "fight off all the Avengers simultaneously" and "go toe-to-toe with Thor on multiple occasions" powerful.
3845693 I KNOW RIGHT?!
And she'll be Celestia's older sister
3845701
Well... going to be interesting. In the Chinese sense.
3798517
3798652 hehehe... that was my Idea.
I forgot most of my Help i gave to this, so when i remember something, i get all Giggly.
3786502 That is the Proper Reaction.
3845708 He's like Magneto, cept 1000 times worse.
Shouldn't Rainbow Dash be among the Equinsgardian statues?