Resolution
Extended Holiday
Chp 28: Resolutions
Act 3
Lord Hammer Strike, Dust Bunny, and Grif walked into the Punch Bowl Tavern. Behinds the three the shield brothers walked into the room and took a seat at a table that allowed them to see the room while the three sat down, well two sat and an polite command from Hammer Strike for Dust Bunny to join them at the table to relax.
“Just sit down, please.” Hammer Strike muttered to Dust Bunny. Who slowly and timidly sat down. It was here that Grif looked around and blinked.
“Where’s the Commander?” Grif asked.
“Oh,” They heard a voice as Berry came up with a selection of foods already prepared for the two, and smiled as she placed the copy of a meal Dusty Bunny ordered last night. “He and Moonshade went out to, as Moonshade put it, get you out of this cramped building and get you more use to the sky.” She failed at imitating Moonshade’s voice. “Not sure when they will be coming back.”
“Thanks Berry.” Grif nodded.
“You're welcome.” She replied as she went back to sitting behind the counter and this time reading a book That Grif’s keen eyes could tell was from Twilight Library. It was here that Pensword walked into the tavern looking rather irritated and, muttering, yet none of those could understand what he was muttering.
“Well someones in a cheery mood.” Grif noted.
Moonshade looked at Grif. “He just found out that a pony was outright trying to sell a fake officer blade from a Pegasus Pony. Mainly, his own.” She shook her head. “Let’s just say he almost challenged him to a pegasus match. Merchant was unrepentant, and is being held in lock up.” She sighed. “How many Pegasus tried to do something?”
“Four,” Pensword muttered. “Look, I want to sit down, relax and clear my mind. I almost had a squad under me against one pony. That is unfair. I still think he thinks I am not the real deal.”
“Sounds exactly like something that happened to me today.” Grif said.
Pensword looked up. “But different I sure hope. Otherwise we might have to leave town a little bit.” He sighed. “All I know is that merchant is not going to be allowed near my barracks.” He looked to Shawn. “With your permission Lord Hammer Strike.”
“Sure.” Hammer Strike replied simply.
“Well this guy at least didn’t realise it was a fake and he made up for it.” Grif shrugged.
“I found a mare whose family kept one of my swords that I left behind in the Crystal Empire… By accident… A thousand years ago…” Hammer Strike said. “I let her keep it.”
Moonshade just stared. “Did any pony not get the fact that you three are living in Ponyville?” She sighed as she sat down next to Pensword. Both unaware that they were sitting this time next to one another, and looking, well a little more cute in a strange way as both of them removed their helmets and placed them in the chairs unoccupied, and then they both sighed at the same time, which caused both of them to look at each other before starting the laugh.
“They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.” Grif shrugged. “Could be worse.”
Hammer Strike only made a hum and shrugged.
Dust Bunny only looked at Grif in confusion and tilted her head to the left. “How could it get worse?” She pondered.
“... Dust Bunny, never under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ever ask that question again.” Grif said deadly serious.
There was a sudden shake as cracks splintered across the wall. Due to the shock no one inside could tell if the call of ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders cart testers yay!’ came before or after the crash.
“Bravo, Dust Bunny.” Grif said with a slow clap. “Bravo.”
Pensword actually had leaped into the air and looked around in concern and worry. He sighed and slowly fluttered back to the ground while Moonshade moved and in a move that might be a little uncharacteristic of a Major, she wrapped a leather bat wing around him in a hug. He blinked and took a deep breath. He blinked a little and sniffed before looking up as two hot bowls of soup appeared in front of the two courtesy of Berry Punch. “Thank you.” The two muttered before slowly eating their soup, or rather the vegetable stew.
“So anyone got there resolutions?” Grif asked
Dusty Bunny actually spoke first. “I want to go the first month without causing a mess of dust while trying to clean said dust.”
Berry went next with a smile. “I am resolving to be a better mother this year to be honest. Which means hiring some extra help so I can spend more time with my daughter.”
“I resolve, to learn to be a better fighter.” Grif said. “And to remember all that’s happened up to this point.”
Hammer Strike noticed something, Moonshade was blushing a little bit at the moment. He gave a small chuckle as he looked forward. “Mine is to keep preparing, make new things, armors, weapons, upgrades, etcetera.” He said with a small smirk.
Moonshade only smiled. “May Celestia and Luna find favor in any fool who attacks your lands.” She muttered before realizing that she might have to speak now, she blushed actually and spoke softly, yet they heard her. “Courage to say things I want to say in a way that won’t get me fired.”
Pensword looked up, “I want to be better, and to learn more about the past so I can, live more fully to the standard that I have, become it seems.” It was here that the group actually turned and looked at the last two in the room. The Shield brothers quickly learned that they were now the center of attention now. “So,” Pensword muttered with a smirk that he had seen Rainbow Dash use a bit before. “What are your resolutions?”
The brothers looked at each other and shrugged neither one totally sure what their resolution was.
It was Pensword who only smiled. “There is still time for you to pick a resolution and even then you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, I have a few, but I shared the one I felt was the most important for my friends to help me achieve.”
Hammer looked over to one of the clocks off to the right of him against the wall and gave a sigh. “Well, it seems it is time to get back to work.” He shrugged. “Need to finish the armor repairs.”
“I have ponies I need to talk with.” Grif said getting up.
“Okay, you take care, just.” He paused and looked confused. “Wow, only eight days till New Years Eve.” He shook his head, “Strange to think that December thirty fifth is New Years.”
“Things, shifting, changing. Got to adjust.” Hammer replied getting up from his seat. “It is going to take me awhile.”
Moonshade only nodded her head and they both suddenly looked very worn out as the stew was eaten and gone now. “I think we are going to crash and get some shut eye, long day, long, event.” She turned and looked at the Shield Twins. “Would you be willing to take a shift in guarding two rooms?”
The two guards only laughed. “We’d be willing to guard the entire floor if Hammer Strike wishes. Or Captain of the Guard does so.”
Pensword looked tired and unamused. “The word is given.” he muttered as he stood up and showing the drain of the day wandered to the stairs. Moonshade waited till he was gone before looking to Hammer Strike. “He used his emotions and energy today to stop a riot against the merchant. Pegasi when angry can be very scary ponies, so can Thestrals.” She sighed. “We need to recharge our natural magic wells, unicorns can just relax and let the energy flow into their horns, The Pegasi and Thestrals need to rest and sleep if we use too much of it at once. That’s why we fly a lot, we get it from the air, and naps on clouds for quick recharges, and I am rambling, good night all.”
“Good night.” Hammer Strike replied before yawning. “I’ll get my sleep later.” He mumbled as he turned towards the door.
Grif stretched in his room. He had gotten in late last night was was now late for his morning routine. He’d finished his stretches in human form and now was proceeding to go over them again in gryphon form. Finally he placed his wings at his sides feeling satisfied. Opening the door to enter the hall he decided to check if Shawn had made it back last night at all. From the looks of things, Shawn did return, and put his armor outside of his door, covered in a cloth, as to him still being there, he wasn’t in his room.
Grif chuckled to himself as he took his armor into his room and laid it out carefully. Happy to see it back in good condition, the few marks and scratches seemed to give it a quiet dignity. Leaving it laid out on his bed he proceeded back into the hall and down to the tavern with only his swords on his back and his gun holstered at his side.
While Grif walked out into the streets. Moonshade and Pensword were waking up and blinked as they looked at each other before realizing that they had fallen asleep next to one another.
“We do not speak about this to any of the troops.” Pensword spoke quickly, while Moonshade only nodded her head as the two moved to the door. Well, Moonshade moved to the door to the hallway while Pensword went to use the restroom.
“Well, seems that Hammer Strike is wanting us to get our armor at the forge, and to leave my second set at the forge.” She called out from seeing the note on the ground.
Pensword made a noise of the affirmative and once the two were done with their morning hygiene and morning stretching, they were out the door and towards the forge, hoping that they picked the correct one. That being the forge in the fort.
Thankfully they found that first, they were not really given any second looks as they walked now closer together their personal space around each other had actually diminished, second, the forge was active and inside was Steel Weaver who only looked at them before pointing with a hoof towards the back. Without another word they slowly made their way to the back and as they entered the room, they saw Hammer Strike sleeping in the chair with a table with cloth covered lumps. A floorboard creaked, causing the two to stop in there step as a sudden loud thud sounded from right in front of them.
Looking down they saw a throwing knife embedded into the floor two inches away from Pensword’s hoof. Looking up and over they saw Hammer Strike awake, but seemingly half asleep, judging from the fact his eyes were half open until he noticed them. After he shook his head he stood up and looked at the two again. “Sorry.” He said, still waking himself up. “Must have dozed off…”
“Not a problem.” Pensword replied with a slight sound of worry. “At least you were getting sleep, you left a note saying that you had both our armor here for pick up?”
After shaking his head for a second Hammer Strike opened his eyes and gave a quick stretch of his neck. “Yeah. I finished repairing yours and I actually finished upgrading yours Moonshade.” He said.
Moonshade only looked shocked. “But, that was just one night, how did you get done so fast?”
“It was upgrades. I wasn’t remaking your armor, well I did make a couple pieces to swap them out, and as a quick note, if you want them swapped back I can do that. But as for how I did it so quickly, as said, just upgrades not a new full suit of armor.” He replied.
Moonshade only nodded as she used a batwing to lift the sheet off where Hammer Strike indicated her armor was located. The first thing she noticed was there were duplicates, or essentially two of certain things, one of these being the helmet. On the table was her original helmet, and next to it, was the new one, the new one followed the same idea as her original, but instead of just openings for the ears, it had a full plating to protect the ear, while on an axis to not restrict movement of it. the helmet came down onto the snout and seemed to cover the top of her muzzle. Her chestplate remained mostly the same, but with a new addition that could be added to it or removed from it, which was plating for her wings, ones that mimicked how Pensword’s wing blades would wrap around and protect them, as well as the ability to fold them. The chestplate also seemed to go further, protecting most of her back, though it didn’t go too far. The armored shoes seemed to go further up, covering most of the front of her forelegs, though it seemed he had made plates that would protect her full front, but they were separate.
Moonshade without much ceremony took her own helmet off, her secondary helmet and picked up the modified one and blinked from the form fitted helmet. “How? Did you get my measurements?” she asked as she slowly began to try on the rest of her armor to find the same situation. It felt like the armor had been tailored to her body.
“I will be completely honest. I had to work off visual memory because I never got your exact measurements down.” Hammer replied before chuckling. “Essentially, I guessed.”
Moonshade just looked shocked. While Pensword chuckled. “I actually feels safer about his guesses than most other people's facts.” He paused and made a gruff as he remembered something funny.
“Just got to show it off to Luna at the library next, I kinda want to see her reaction, plus she gets to approve or deny the changes, if denied, I technically have the original ones, so you can swap between them even if she accepts, as that set is more meant for… full out fights.” Hammer said to Moonshade.
Moonshade only raised an eyebrow in a unasked question about full on fights. While she did that, Pensword moved to uncovered his repaired armor, he smiled a little. “Care to showcase our armor to Luna today Moonshade?” He asked with a grin as he started to don his own armor while he grinned a little towards her.
“Don’t give me that look.” Hammer chuckled at Moonshades raised brow. “Let’s face it, and be honest, your old helmet would not have been the best for a full fight with swords.”
“The last time a full on, “fight” as you put it, has not occurred since the third great Griffon war. Very few even plan for that.” She paused. “Though, it does look rather old fashioned, I think Princess Luna will like that.”
“Old fashioned?” Hammer questioned. “Just because it’s my design that I first made a thousand years ago, does not make it old fashioned, it’s only been a week or two since I first made it, to me at least.” He paused. “Considering it has more protection…”
Moonshade only smirked. It was here that Lord Strike realized that she was actually trying to kid him or rib him for fun.
“Hah, hah.” Hammer smirked, rolling his eyes lightly. “But seriously, we need to get this checked through with Luna, she made that very clear.”
Pensword only smiled as he moved a wing, the blades shining in the light of the forge that for a moment made him like like his very wings were made of metal to cut a foe down. He folded his wings to the sound of metal sliding against metal. “Heh, Rattling the feathers.” he muttered. “I am going to have to use that term.” He paused and when he snapped them open, it was silent, quick, and he was poised for attack. “Like the old sabers from Earth, you know saber rattling was a warning, you need to be on guard when it stops rattling.” He folded his wings again and looked to the door. “I am so ready to freak some cadets and recruits with this armor.”
“Good thing I have mine in here.” Hammer looked to his armor in the corner. “Eh, all three of us have to head over to places. Shall we get going, after I get my set? I need to bring it home anyways.”
All he got were nods of the heads that they could wait for him to get his armor on before they all would head over the library and Princess Luna, to get the final approval or denial of armor.
After a moment, he had his armor on and with a quick rundown he gained a quizzical look. “You know, I should really make a helmet one of these days.” He said with a shrug. “You leading the way or am I?”
Pensword only blinked. “I think we should go as a group, and we all lead.”
With a nod Hammer Strike did a quick stretch, mainly to help his neck. “So, shall we go the long way?” He asked with a smirk.
Pensword looked to Moonshade. “What do you think? I don’t mind either way to be honest, Though I think we would be walking with Hammer Strike and not flying.” He paused and laughed. “Then again walking anywhere now is the long way.”
“Honestly, I would like to show this new armor off a bit.” Moonshade gave a sheepish grin. “It’s not every day a hero makes something for you.”
“Glad to know you like it.” Hammer said as they headed for the door.
Pensword could not help but grin at the comment that Moonshade replied he shook his head and for maybe the first time, felt sad that he was already destined to marry, a marriage that, He sighed and looked down as he realized that his and this Lunar Fang while good for society, he wondered how he would ever show that deep devotion that the legends said he had.
“So then I says to the mare, ‘that ain’t mustard.’” Ahead Scout laughed as he finished the story to the fellow guards gathered around. Though the guards didn’t find much amusement in the story.
It was at this moment that around the corner that the three ponies, Hammer Strike, Moonshade and Pensword walked as they were whispering in their own conversation, and at the moment not paying attention with the group of guards that they were going to pass.
As quickly as they could the guards moved into two straight lines one on either side of the trio. They attempted not to move their heads as there eye’s analyzed the armor they were wearing.
“Did I miss a meeting or something.” Hammer mumbled to himself. “Oh wait, that’s right.” He muttered.
Pensword just mentally slapped his wing to his forehead with Hammer Strike’s comment. “Fall Out, this is not parade nor inspections, a simple salute would have been fine as we are outdoors and not in a war situation.” He looked to the group. “I am guessing you came with Celestia or something? I do not recognize your faces from the last batch I memorized.”
Without a word they saluted before slowly returning to their duties, whispering could be heard from the ranks as the guards dispersed.
Whilst they all went away Hammer shook his head. “Sorry, bit worn out still, after all, I think I just got to sleep when you came in…” He paused. “Eh, no clocks inside the forge…”
Pensword only looked to Moonshade. “Another forced rest tonight?” He asked her.
“If that’s what it takes.” Moonshade shrugged. Pensword only nodded his head and looked forward. “Oh.” he muttered. “Looks like we have some Thestrals on our left.”
“Ma'am, is that new armor?” A thestral asked while rendering a salute. Moonshade returned the salute and nodded her head in the affirmative after the salutes were dropped.
“We were going to get it looked at by Princess Luna.” she replied.
“It looks identical to the set in Fillydelphia War Museum.” One of them said “The replication of what Lunar Fang wore?” This seemed to be a question between the two thestrals who were speaking, which quickly created only nods of their heads.
Moonshade blinked and looked down at a hoof. “I have not gotten a chance to look at what I look like wearing the armor yet, won’t till we reach Princess Luna.”
“You really should.” One thestral said before his friend pushed him off saying they needed to get back to work.
Moonshade blinked and looked to the group as they continued to walk. “I am rather worried about this now.”
Pensword blinked and spoke the first thing that came to his mind roughly. “Well I don’t see the big deal is, I think you look good in the new armor Major.” he replied.
“Well, it seems I need to plan a trip to Fillydelphia.” Hammer Strike said. “The city that scribes wrote down… Well, I get to hide.”
Moonshade only smiled a little. “Unless you wear one of the toned down armors that the Princess enjoy using? That way it can disguise your looks a little.” Pensword saw a small flicker in his friends eye and while it was brief, he smiled a little to himself.
“I would rather not. The armor that is used by the guard has flaws in it that drive me mad, and make me want to fix them.” He frowned. “Just wearing a set would make me want to head to a forge and fix it.”
Moonshade blinked. “You are not wearing it for protections, well from the protection of being recognized, but nothing else. Plus you would be with at least an entire regiment thrown about the city on leave.” She just looked at him. “Surely you could wear it at least so you have a better understanding of how to improve the design?”
“I can improve the design, I’ve seen it enough in Canterlot.” Hammer Strike shook his head. “Should something happen the armor would only protect so much, and I’m tempted to get a set just to test it against some weapons.” He frowned again. “I don’t know, it just seems like it could use some work.”
“Well you can ask Princess Celestia and Princess Luna when you see them to use a set or two for tests. I think you could get away with that, being a legendary smith and all.” She smirked. “Still,” She could only smile as she spoke the next part. “Besides, I think it would be rather easy to hide in that armor, or, you could make armor for sixteen guards as a test armor and taking it into the field.”
“Two things.” He started. “One, I would need to order a custom set, as I don’t think the normal size set would fit. Two, I have plenty of time to make sixteen sets, though I don’t want to do it now.”
It was about here that the group realized that the small debate between Lord Hammer Strike and Commander Moonshade was, well it had gathered a crowd now as they just stood and watched slacked jaw. One guard looked to another and whispered yet the Equine hearing heard it. “Did, are the three heroes corrupting our command structure?”
Hammer only looked directly at the guard with a frown and a glare. “I’m sorry, do you want to say that a bit louder?”
The others slowly stepped away from the guard that got singled out. He looked right back at Hammer Strike as if growing a slightly stronger spine. “Just that it seems that the commanding officers are learning to questioning the orders of a Noble, which is the first steps into anarchy. The Major did something even worse, she suggested an action to one above her in station.” He spoke respectfully and in a tone that was matterfactly.
“Amazing, you have never debated something with another.” Hammer replied. “I don’t care if you are a lower rank or whatever, I enjoy debating things, gives new insight. As for questioning Noble orders, I sure hope you don’t mean mine, because I haven’t given a single order yet. Should I start now?”
“No Lord Hammer Strike.” The guard replied. “I, My old posting never did anything like that.” He blurted out. “I mean, I just have been very by the book.” He amended his statement.
Pensword only smiled as he stepped forward. “Well then, you can learn quickly that at the moment, the book, for this noble house is rather short, and easy to remember, if you see something that needs to be done, start work on it. If one of us asks what you are doing, tell us, more than likely you will be told to continue and maybe sent some more help.” He snorted a little. “Or knowing Lord Hammer Strike,” He smirked a little, “He might be working next to you. He is a smith and hard worker first, noble second as he told me.”
“Might be further than second.” Hammer said. “Now come on, got to get to Luna.”
Thankfully the rest of the guards heard that and they moved to let them pass. They even looked a little worried and a few gave Moonshade second looks from the new armor she was wearing. Still, the rest of the trip occurred in silence and they were soon knocking on Twilight’s door, yet again. The guard who opened the door only blinked, the only sign of anything before the guard opened the door and let the group into the main area of the library. Where they saw something odd. Twilight was staring at the table where a candle was flickering in the darkened room. Only the candle flame was different. It was a blue color and yet, near the head statue, one could almost see the look of frost.
Hammer hummed for a second as he looked at the blue fire. “Lux Colorization? Nice, but…” He looked at the frost on the statue. “It seems you performed an aspect swap…”
Moonshade and Pensword both just looked at Hammer Strike and both asked the same question at the same time. “What?” They looked at each other with a blank look, a beat later Moonshade spoke to Pensword. “What is he talking about?”
Pensword only shrugged with his wings. “I really don’t know, it is magic, and,” he paused and looked back at the candle. “Unless it is the magic that surrounds the humans.” he muttered in shock. “Still,” he looked back to Hammer Strike. “I think we have the two experts on this new, or different magic in the room.”
“Sit simplex.” Hammer replied before pausing. “It is simple.” He said again. “Just takes a bit of reading and understanding, but I still need to write out the translations before you can read it, as I don’t think you can read Latin…”
Pensword only shook his head. “Nope, I know very little latin, the only thing I do know is Duces in Pace Aut Bello.” He admitted.
“Leaders in Peace and War.” Hammer translated. “But, back to the topic, basically, she did a change in the color of light coming from that candle… And based off the frost… An aspect swap, where instead of outputting heat, its outputting… well. the cold.”
“But how can that be?” Luna quit suddenly entered the scene from the basement. “Last I was aware cold is a void of heat, the flame cannot produce it.”
Hammer shrugged. “I can’t fully explain it yet, but it seems to avoid some general knowledge, which would explain why others thought of it as myth…” He paused. “Luna. There you are.” He gestured towards Moonshade. “I finished it.”
Luna raised a brow, her face was neutral as she examined it carefully. Moving right up to Moonshade to eye the plates. Giving a few hoof taps here and there, at one point to everyone's surprise she brought her hoof down reasonably hard on the plates.
Pensword raised an eyebrow at her action. “You want Moonshade to get out of the armor before you test it any further?” He did not notice that his voice and body language was one of looking out for the well being, if not outright wanting to protect her.
Hammer only chuckled a little. “I reinforced it.”
“Hmm… Lord Hammer Strike I have not seen such fine battle armor since the old military.” She said. “Tell me where did you get this design?”
“Completely off the top of my head.” Hammer replied.
“This armor design looks exactly like the set Lunar Fang wore.” Luna noted.
“Well, I need to get a history book… Again…. As well as work on that train ticket to Fillydelphia, for the museum.” Hammer commented.
“And I take it you are claiming the design of the ear covers as your own?” Luna asked.
“I guess. I mean, I don’t really mind what happens with it, heck, use it for your guards. I swear, just looking at the armor, I could note some improvements.”
“Celestia was never one for necessary discomfort.” Luna noted. “When I was away she simply had the armor made more and more comfortable for the troops, it is a practice I have disagreed with.” Luna admitted. “How much would it be for you to re-equip the Lunar guard with your modified armor?”
“How many troops do you have?”
“Two hundred.” Luna said after doing some mental figuring. “I would also request you look at my own armor, it has not been maintained in centuries due to the smith who made it not being available.” She said
Hammer Strike only paused, looking forward straight at her. “That’s going to take a bit, considering Storm Hammer, nor Steel Weaver couldn’t draw out the design so I might have to do it on my own, but sure, why not. I’ll do it, just, in batches..”
“I will arrange for metal to be brought to you as well as the reserve armors, and as many apprentices as you may need to run your forge.” Luna smiled. “At least the Lunar Guard shall be battle ready.”
“I think I can run the forge by myself, makes it easier so there are less in my way.” He chuckled. “And in all honesty, this is a medium armor, wait until the day I finish the heavy set.”
“And how many bits do you estimate this will cost?” Luna asked.
“You’re going to be sending the metal to work with to me, right?” Hammer questioned.
“It seems only fair that I provide the metal for such an undertaking.” Luna nodded. “Last I was aware your stores are still small and you have not yet been able to start searching the area for ore deposits.”
“That’s… Somewhat next on the list…” Hammer replied. “But, as for the cost, keep it. Just seeing the guards with actual armor is good for me. And because I still have around a quarter of the chest still full, I ran out of useful things to buy and I don’t want to waste it.” He chuckled.
“Very well.” Luna nodded. “Celestia leaving to procure cake for herself has been a most fortuitous circumstance, she will never need to know about this.” Luna casually eye’d everypony in the room. “Will she?”
“No idea what you’re talking about Luna.” Hammer Strike replied with a smirk.
Moonshade looked amused. “Only that this is now an authorized uniform change for Lunar Guard.”
Pensword looked back at the candle and at Luna. “Did you say something? It is rather fascinating to see a candle burn cold.” His smile showed that he did hear, but it would be under the wing and tucked away.
“Will she Twilight Sparkle?” Luna asked with a little more emphasis, to all present it was actually both shocking and amusing to see her finally looking up from the candle and blinked.
“Did you say something? I, I am still trying to figure out where I brought in cold and ice into this project.” She returned to looking back at the candle and all present realized that she had blocked out the entire conversation. She looked up in a double take. “Oh, when did you get here?”
“Oh you know, just awhile ago and I commented several times on what you did to the candle.” Hammer commented.
“Oh,” Twilight replied as she blinked, “Oh, and, you can count on me Princess Luna I will not breath a word about this, but I would like to see what your first group of guards will look like.”
Hammer Strike only pointed towards Moonshade. “This.”
Twilight turned and blinked in shock. “Wow, that looks like the armor that was depicted along with Starswirl during the third Griffon War.” She muttered with surprise. “Did you model it after it?”
“No. Just off the top of my head, and now I need to worry myself.” Hammer Strike replied with blank expression.
Twilight looked shocked and looked down as she moved a blank parchment in front of her. “Okay, I will have the Canterlot archives send a copy of that history book just in case.”
“How many times…” Hammer muttered to himself. “Anyways.” He stood tall again. “So it seems the armor is good to go, and now I get to make more…”
“So make sure you have those songs ready for new years.” Grif told Octavia as he headed out the door. The grey mare simply nodded.
“Well that’s everything for now and I still got some time might as well his the arcade.” Grif said to himself as he looked at his watch. The gryphon kicked into the air and headed in the direction of the arcade.
Where he saw a certain brown cold intently staring at an arcade machine that was sitting outside of the arcade. A sign on the side of the machine said that the arcade machine would go to the one with the highest score after two days. One could see that the cabinet was a little dinged and it looked old, still it seemed like Button Mash was working hard to beat the score that was taped under the sign.
“How goes the battle?” Grif asked his friend as he approached the arcade.
Button Mash only grunted as he moved a joystick and a few button taps and he just focused on the screen. He didn’t really say anything but Grif could see he did give a gamer greeting none the less.
“Good to hear.” Grif smiled. As he headed towards the inner part of the arcade, he had not been able to come here as much as he would have liked but in the short time he had identified several strangely similar games. He looked over at a filly playing Wrench Brothers, another foal was playing Barrel Tosser featuring Pipe Wrench. Pac-Pony in one corner and even Pong appeared to be a popular game.
As he continued to browse, he heard a shout of joy from the front. It seemed that Button Mash had just beat the score. How he knew that? Because of the excitement in his voice and the colt actually for a moment jumping up and down in joy.
“So who had that score anyway?” Grif asked walking back over.
“Button Bash.” Button Mash replied with a wider grin. “I beat it, I beat it… and…” he froze a little. “I, the score has to remain intact till closing but I, I got to go home…” He looked to Grif. “Look if I give you half my allowance will you play the game till closing and keep my score in tact?” As they talked an older Stallion was looking at the screen and then started to write numbers onto the sheet of paper.
“Keep your money Button.” Grif laughed as he moved to the game. “You know what, no don’t keep it, buy Sweetie Belle a milkshake.” Grif smiled.
He blinked in confusion, and blushed a little but slowly nodded. “If it means keeping my score and getting my own arcade cabinet..” He paused and smiled. “Mom always is saying how this was where she met dad, so… it, yeah, they don’t know I have been doing this to surprise them.”
“I’ll be here.” Grif promised. “Go run.” he said.
Button Mash only nodded and gave a salute before galloping off into the streets as he pulled a list of paper. before falling down, Grif could hear him getting back up. “Oh hey a bit.” he called out with joy.
“You done good Grif.” Grif said to himself as he turned to the game. “Now I just need to concentrate on losing…” He noted placing a bit into the slot and began to play.
Meanwhile in a small outdoor cafe, two guards off duty and out of uniform, and with a day pass in their saddle bags. They both were looking at the meal in front of them. Grey Skies was actually looking at his meal. “You didn’t have to buy a plate of food for me, I was happy with the Foal’s sandwich.”
“You're not a foal.” Straight Nail insisted. “And there is no way you're going to get anywhere on a single sandwich, you can’t run a train on matchsticks.”
“Oh, folks always complained I ate too much… just, still always watching my money incase a Discord sprite messes with me.” He admitted. “Did so with the family so much, fun was just playing a board game with pieces missing.”
“You gotta think about how much energy your burning now, it’s not quite the same as back home.” Nail said. “The more you work the body the more fuel you need to give it.”
“Okay,” He muttered as he shook his head in confusion. “Just, I, I just need to rethink what I think I guess.”
“Is that really such a bad thing?” Nail asked. “Life is a journey my friend. you're going to need to learn the detours and shortcuts as you go.”
Grey Skies just sat and didn’t respond as the meal came to the table and he just blinked at what had to be the biggest burger of veggies he had ever seen. “They call this what again?”
“The Ursa Major.” Straight Nail said.
“Looks like it could feed one.” Grey Skies muttered in something not his low drone tone of voice. “I, I do not know if I can eat all of it.”
“Then eat as much as you can.” Nail said as he took a bite of his.
“That, is rather simple logic.” He muttered as he picked up his food, grimiched from what might be some mental thought and took a bite of food.
“Its food.” Nail said after swallowing. “It’s not magic science.” He said before taking another bite.
Grey Skies could not help but smile a little before he returned to eating his own meal.
A little later the two having paid, or rather Straight Nail had paid the bill, they were walking back to the barracks for the evening, they nodded to a few of the local ponies, it was not till the gates that Grey Skies asked a question. “So, what group are you in with the three leaders?”
“So, what was the reason I was called here again?” They heard a voice say from around one of the buildings.
Straight Nail stood up and saluted as the figure rounded the corner. “His.” He said. “Good day sir.”
Shawn looked at the two before him. “Ah, hello Straight Nail. How are things?” His eyes shifted to Grey Skies. “And who is this?”
“Things are fine sir! This is my friend Grey Skies, he has requested to be transferred to your guard sir!” Straight Nail said.
Grey Skies just looked terrified, “I, I don’t want to fight, I don’t want to fight.” he muttered in shock. “I, I, you, I should have asked first what group you were in.”
Shawn only raised a brow in question at Grey Skies, having heard him muttering. Looking back to Straight Nail he only shrugged. “Well, since he doesn’t want to fight, it might take me a bit longer to find a spot for him, but I’m sure I can.” He chuckled. “Eh, no spar. Come back to me later today or so and I should have a position for him.”
Straight Nail only nodded his head before pulling the hoof of Grey Skies along while he just kept on staring at Lord Shawn from Pokke in shock, and fear.
Shawn only chuckled. “I guess you get to count yourself lucky, everyone that joined my group has spared with me so I could figure out their strengths. You’re going to be the first one to not do it.”
Grey Skies only continued to gawk as he was led away as Shawn could see plainly on his face the one question going through his mind, just what did I get myself into.
“Now… What to assign him to.” He hummed to himself as he stood there.
Pensword sat down at the table as he looked at Moonshade, both were still wearing armor at the moment. Without a word Berry Punch set down two drinks and retreated to her spot behind the counter. Pensword after a moment spoke. “So,” he began, “You said you needed to tell me something?”
“It occurred to me that the history books always spoke of you being familiar with thestral social norms and such.” Moonshade noted. “I thought it might be good to try and explain some too you.”
“Good,” Pensword muttered. “Because frankly, I am still going by the edge of the cloud when it comes to Pegasus society, and which parts to use, because it seems that I am going to be shuttling back and forth. At least once more.” He had a looked that Moonshade decided was a mix of wonderment and worry.
“Let’s start with the basics, Thestral wings are even more sensitive than Pegasi wings.” She explained. “It is generally decided that only close relatives or close friends touch them”
Pensword only nodded his head. “I can understand that. An interesting social norm, but good to remember.” He was filing it away she could see.
“Thestrals hold greater connection to family and tribe.” She explained. “That's tribe as in a tribal group, not a pony type. It is expected to greet family warmly but to be slow about trusting strangers”
Pensword blinked and nodded. “Didn’t help then that a legend from the story books appeared.” he joked with here showing that she rather warmed up to the three a little fast. “Still, I will remember that, akin to some of the human societies.” he smiled a little. “Or the ancient Pegasus race up to about the end of the Third Griffon War. Back then you were expected to know your ancestors back four generations.” He chuckled a little as she saw him making connections to remember the information. He paused. “In a way, House Strike is turning into a tribe as you describe it.”
“Now I’m sure you’ve heard others use the term ‘bat ponies’.” she looked at him deadly serious “Don’t use it.”
“Ma’am the only way I would ever use that is if any of your race calls me a Feather Brain.” He replied. “As a Pegasus I am allowed that if I am insulted first.” He bowed his head. “I insulted Starswirl in fact after he called me that.” He returned her serious look with one of his own as he rose it after admitting what he did to Starswirl.
“Never draw attention to a Thestrals fangs.” Moonshade noted. “it’s impolite.”
She waited for Pensword to only nod his head, though a part of him did slip past a question. “Why?” he paused and blinked as he realized what he just said. “Never mind, just my mind running before logic caught up.”
“Would you like it if other humans pointed out a trait that made your difference between them so obvious you cannot miss it?” She asked.
“We do already. Are you African American, Caucasian, Asian Pacific, Native American.” He replied almost automatically. “We had classes based on how you dressed, where you were born.” He sighed. “Frankly it is just crazy, here you have actual difference, horns, wings, eyes that see in the dark, Dragons for Celestia’s Sun for crying out loud.” He took a deep breath. “Whereas humans, we only had different skin tones, and that caused wars you could not imagine.”
“Then you must have some idea of what it is like to be a born with fangs amongst ponies with flat teeth.” she said
“Yeah I do, Sorry for the dumb question, but it was needed to be ask for better understanding I guess.” he chuckled and only smiled to show the one small item that he had done after the failed attempt at being returned human, his own fangs, to propagate the fact he might have a little thestral blood in his veins from what Starswirl commented.
“Not sure what else to say the rest seems pretty common place.” Moonshade noted.
“So you say to the human turned pegasus turned hero, who will move through every moment of Social circles of the Thestrals without a misstep and marries the first Thestral Commander in Luna’s Military.” He replied.
“Essentially yes.” she nodded.
“Okay, I think a visit to Twilight to get an edatic book on Thestrals might be good.” he replied with a slight chuckle, however he paused and looked around. Finally he looked back at Moonshade. “Do you, have any questions about humans? or Earth or History?”
“Not at present.” She admitted.
He only nodded his head slowly. “Very well, maybe practice some eating manners or something?” he asked her with a raised eyebrow. “Like who eats first at a table or something?”
“Who eats first at the table normally?” She asked.
“Well from military circles the highest ranking at the table. If at home, it was free for all, in some circles no tables eat till the head table starts to eat.” he replied showing he knew at least three different manners.
“So it’s no different.” She said.
“So, it depends on the situation then?” he asked quickly to make sure he was understanding correctly.
“Exactly.” She nodded.
A moment later two guards came into the room. “Uh, Major, Captain of the Guard, we have, a, slight problem.”
Pensword stood up as Moonshade stood and moved to the door already. Pensword moved and indicated that they should lead the way. “What is the problem? An attack? Someone stole supplies?”
“Uh, no,” one of the guards, in fact Pensword realized it was Silver Spear. “The Architects and Lord Shawn just got bored enough that they are using the barren field for testing small bridge models, half of Shawn’s forces are building a rough mock up of the chasm, and Grif’s troops are working on building some type of Pulley system.”
Pensword paused for a second before asking a question. “What are my troops doing?”
“Creating new formations and drills to perform. We currently are working on a Pegasus ariel show set to the tune “My Celestia.”
Pensword blinked and looked shocked. “Uh, Major, I think I will be ordering a command tent. I cannot be away from the troops, look what we have done, we gave them orders and they are inventing stuff.” He smiled a little bit. “I’m missing the fun.”
Silver Spear and the other guard just looked at Pensword. “I think we got the wrong Military leader.” The other guard replied to Silver Spear. Silver Spear only smiled.
“Why do you think I got him? Either he will stop the events or he will organize it in some manner that would make it feel okay for us. Besides it was you who wanted to toss the sheathed swords to one another.”
Pensword paused. “Marines.” He whispered before grinning. “Do it, start out with padded sheaths and dummy swords do it.” He was grinning. “Get good enough to do each move crisply and silently.”
“No Grif, we’re not going to do a zipline, not yet. The amount of people able to use it is way too little to make it up front.” Shawn yelled out from where he was.
“Well then, what about a dumbwaiter?” Grif yelled back. “For convenience?”
“That could work.” He heard Shawn call back. “But that should come in a bit later.”
“A, well you could install them in the barracks, and WHY are you all yelling?” Pensword replied as he flew in the dying light, Moonshade beside him as he suddenly stopped as he saw both of his friends on something new. “Oh my. You sure start fast, or did you get involved after they started?” he asked as he saw the skeleton of, something. “What am I seeing?” He had an inkling but he was going to get confirmation first.
“A new gate ideas!” He heard Shawn call out.
“Which means you have to be hanging upside down, using an actual hammer?” He asked Shawn in a deadpanned manner. “What are you doing Grif?” he asked his friend who was currently in Griffon form. He found himself realizing it was strange looking at Shawn and not Hammer strike. “Also, get a better harness.” He sighed as he looked to the sky and shaked his head. “Luna above, am I the only one thinking about safety around here to keep lives from ending too soon?”
“It’s putting up a gate it’s not like we’re testing the trebuchets with loaded knife blades.” Grif shouted to Pensword as the gryphon worked on carving the out the edges of the large wooden doors.
Pensword took a deep breath. “I do not care if you are working on parade formations, safety is key, I do not want to write home to moms and dads because their child got killed from not wearing a hard hat, or did not have the proper harness, or got hit by a cart because they were not wearing a reflective belt.” he took a breath to calm his voice and rising temper. “If we work safety while in base, we will be safe when in a battle field.” he paused as one word clicked. “We got what? When did we build those?” he asked in shock.
“Me and Shawn may have made a bet.” Grif said after a notably long moment of silence.
“And on a side note, these harnesses are magically enchanted to withstand much more weight.” Shawn called out. “Already tested it before attempting this.”
“Right,” he paused. “Also how did you build a skeleton of a gate in less then three hours?” He paused and saw a few of the cutie marks. “Oh right, Equestrian magic of skills and the like.” he dropped to the ground and looked to Shawn. “Magic or no Magic, a Pegasus does not rely on magic all the time.” He looked to some of the troops, “any who are not doing something build something,” he paused. “Get some clouds and enchant him for cloud walking. I am not not taking chances.”
“You do realise the latent hypocrisy in that statement right?” Grif shouted after a moment.
Pensword blinked and looked confused. “Uh, to be honest, no.” He admitted looking a little confused.
“You just mentioned not needing magic and then instructed the use of magic twice in one statement, pegasus magic to move clouds and enchantment to make him walk on clouds.” Grif noted.
Pensword actually paused and then nodded his head. “Sorry, I, I guess that is rather hypocritical. Sorry about that, just, just carry on.” Pensword muttered as he was starting to calm down from the shock of what he had flew into and watching.
“Sister,” Luna began as a meeting of three ponies was being held in Twilight’s basement. “We were wondering, where shall we hold the celebration of one year dying and a new one coming to be?” She asked as she looked at the board game that Spike and Twilight had left out, she was intrigued by it a little.
The Mayor only looked nervous. “Well, the Taverns are filling up, and the original location, the Town Hall main meeting hall is too small.” She admitted.
“Wouldn’t most bases have big enough buildings to do such events?” Celestia responded to Luna with a question.
“If it is like other forts, then I imagine there would be a gathering hall of adequate size.” Luna nodded.
“I wonder how far they are on building?” Celestia questioned aloud. “I noticed the structures on our way in.”
Mayor Mare blinked, “I saw nothing when I came over today,” She admitted. “Is it something I need to be worried about for the safety of Ponyville?”
“I’m sure you do not need to be worried.” Celestia replied.
“If anything a fort outside Ponyville seems like it would help with the town.” Luna nodded.
Mayor Mare just looked at Luna. “Please, we get the jokes from the other mayors, I cannot help it if it seems that nature loves to toy with Ponyville. Just, it is unsettling having troops loyal to those a thousand years out of date, no offense Princess Luna, who are known for,” She trailed off as she found she could not form what she was feeling into words. “Just it feels strange, having a walled in section of land so near Ponyville.”
“And yet they willingly built a village outside of a chaotic enchanted forest housing more than a few different species of monsters.” Luna pointed out.
Mayor Mare shuffled a little. “Well, that kind of,” She looked a little off kilter, “Just a pony has to either be very brave like the Element Holders, or foolish in wanting to go into that unnatural forest, and yet, it seems that the two humans have convinced the three heroes to join them into venturing into that place.” She paused. “Even if one owned the forest, why would they want to tame it?” She paused a little. “Uh, Princesses, why have we not seen the third human recently?”
“He took ill on route back from the Crystal Empire and is currently under special treatment in the palace.” Luna said. “The details are classified.”
The Mayor blinked and bowed her head. “May he recover, it would be a blow to the other two if one of them, died, turning three into two will be hard.”
“It certainly would.” Celestia said.
“It occurs to us to ask Mayor Mare why you have never requested any guards to be stationed in Ponyville, with the disasters that go through here it seems natural to have a few at the ready.” Luna asked.
“Budgets.” She replied. “Usually housing guards would fall to the budget of the town, and at the moment the budget has a large chunk devoted to emergency rebuilding or cleanup.” She paused. “If we do have a problem, would you tell those recruits that are being trained that we might need their help?”
Celestia only raised an eyebrow. “There is funding for that.” She admitted. As she looked to the Mayor, she had to look only once. “There is no shame in asking for outside help to deal with problems.”
The Mayor only folded her hoofs but said nothing else as she only looked down at her hoofs. One could see that it hurt to hear those words but she was not going to contradict the Princess. She only nodded her head finally after a few seconds of silence.
“Nevermind this sister we have plans to make, should I contact the Element of Laughter?” Luna asked.
The Mayor blinked and looked up. “Please do, otherwise she is going to find out and join anyway, you can never plan a cele…” She trailed off as Pinkie Pie hopped into the gathering from the shadows.
“Did I hear Party?” She asked as all three just looked at her in confusion. “What? Do I have candy floss in my teeth?” She asked with a baffled look in return.
“Sister I think we need to have the mages do a comprehensive study on Miss Pie when we get back to Canterlot.” Luna said facehoofing.
Celestia blinked and shook her head. “Twilight tried already, she had,” She moved a wing to cover her face. “A haybale, an Anvil, and a Piano, and a flowerpot fall on her head, plus frogs and,” She looked at her sister. “Need I go on?” She asked looking at her sister. “I like to keep the scholars in one piece to be honest.”
“That is a troubling amount of chaos.” Luna noted.
Celestia only nodded her head while Pinkie blinked and stood up to put her hoofs on the table that they were sitting on, scattering the pieces that Luna was looking at. “Well, let’s get planning. This is New Years and with Princess Luna, I think we can have a few “D’aww moments. I mean I think there are three plans to get two blind ponies together and I think Rarity is planning a nice dress to impress a certain stallion, but we need games for the foals, and I think the Weather Team is going to make the sky clears so all the Ponies can see Luna’s awesome Sky.”
“Have you ever considered decaffeinated coffee Miss Pie?” Luna asked.
“Coffee? I don’t drink coffee, it’s way too bitter for my liking.” She replied as she looked around the table. “Well, any ideas? Or am I a Princess of Parties?” She asked with a giggle. She reached into her mane and pulled a pink plastic Tiara and placed it on her head.
Mayor Mare just seemed to be ignoring Pinkie Pie as she looked at the other two. She finally spoke. “Welcome to a typical meeting with Pinkie Pie.”
Pensword looked to the new night sky and blinked as he saw the aurora borealis and he couldn’t help but try to whistle, and to his shock, he succeeded in making the noise. He continued to walk till he was out by the White Tail Woods and paused as he sat down and looked up at the sky. He sighed and then noticed a cloud. With a grin he opened his wings and without any armor, and only a saddle bag, he took off at a little faster speed than he was use to. However what he found on the cloud actually blew him away in a figurative manner. He had found the Tardis. It was glowing and he slowly landed on the cloud with a small smile he slowly began to circle the small booth as he just stared in awe. He however after one look around he moved to the edge and sat down on the cloud and looked back up at the night sky, from the saddlebag he pulled a book out and slowly began to look at the book and then to the sky as he tried to memorize the new constellations. He looked up for the fifth time and found that he had to sniff back some tears as he realized he was feeling homesick. He finally put the book back and with a heavy sigh fell back onto the cloud to look up at the sky fully. Not studying, not really looking, but just looking as if trying to find an answer in the sky. He, He had missed Christmas and now New Years without family, he, he missed Uncle Sam, Mom, Dad, Eric, Sarah and Jessie, Jessie his little niece, he was missing her very much. As he thought about that his mind started to run through even more family members. His thoughts were shattered as he heard the sound of creaking hinges, causing him to bolt right up right and he already was planning to abandon the cloud.
The tardis opened as a older looking pegasus stallion walked out. His coat was pale grey almost white and his mane and tail where a faded black. A grey turtleneck adorned his body and strangely enough he wore a roosevelt cap. The pegasus stopped for a moment upon seeing Pensword. “Oh so sorry didn’t think anyone else would be up here.” He said in a rather refined Trottingham accent.
Pensword only looked at the older Pegasus Stallion. “My apologies, I just, wanted a place to, well think to myself.” he looked like he was still going to leave. “I will leave if I am intruding on your cloud.” He replied softly. “Just,” he didn’t know why he said the next words but it was the only thing that might convey to the Stallion what was in his mind. “I, I have been trying to outrun a little of my past.”
“My boy after one thousand five hundred years of a life spent jumping from time to time and place to place, I can tell you that your past will always find you.” He said .“Tell me then, what's the rub?”
“Family.” He replied. “The more I learn, the more I realized that as a Pegasus, at least the older Pegasus culture, I would fit in, I was, the family historian in training, my brother was going to visit for Christmas, I would see my two year old Niece, my, it was going to be a family reunion at Uncle Sam’s ranch.” he looked down, “Oh the pains I am putting my family through, and the pain I am going through.” he looked at the Doctor. “I, I don’t think I got to say goodbye to my parents, I went outside and bam.” He looked to the moon. “No hellos, or goodbyes.” He looked at his hoof. “What would mom think of me as this? Or Dad? Would my niece like me? She likes animals, or my brother? His wife? She and I had a little friction on what she wanted me to get my niece,” Pensword looked to the Tardis. “The war I saw, the Crystal Ponies that fell under Sombra.” He gulped a little. “Just who am I?” He finally spoke. “I am an American, yet I hold title and rank in a nobility class system. I am a Pegasus Warrior that has led some to join the guard.” He looked to the doctor putting to words truly what he had been feeling. “What am I? Pony? Human? A mixture? I am coming to terms but, the more I live here, the easier it is to, to change, to compromise here… Just what will I become?” he held a hoof out. “No spoilers, good heavens no spoilers.”
“You act as though you are unique to the universe my boy.” The doctor said. “You forget you're talking to one who alienated his own race, displaced them for a thousand years, saw the deaths of civilizations, the birth of the universe, time itself ran out. I’ve been given more titles than I care for, hard to believe with these weary eyes but they used to call me a lonely god.” The old stallion sighed a bit looking down. “I’ll tell you this now my boy, it does not matter what others call you, what form you take what face you wear, and believe me I should know I’ve had more than my share of faces, who does your heart tell you, you are?”
Pensword looked at the Doctor and yet not at him. “I am still figuring that out, but I know this, I am one who will not just let evil grow, I see it, I will stand or gather those to help.” He admitted. “That is all I can say… the core I guess, incomplete as it is.” He muttered.
“All I’ve ever had is my core, I attempted to change that once and it still haunts me to this day” the doctor said as shame graced his features. “Do you regret what you did with the crystal empire? The Changelings?”
Pensword sat there for what seemed like a long time. The Moon actually moved while they waited. “No,” He finally answered. “I do not, I saved two Changelings that is now changing changeling society, I saved lives that history deemed dead.” He spoke softly. “I just wish I knew who Ambrosias was before he tried that stunt on me. Still, a fixed point I want to say.” he finished softly.
“And do you regret meeting her? Don’t try to hide it my friend believe me when I say this, a stallion can meet many mares in his time but there is always the one who makes the difference.” He sighed. “Me and Derpy would be celebrating our four hundred and fiftieth today.”
Pensword did not know what to say, and after a while and thinking on the first part. “No,” He admitted. “I,” He paused as he picked out a few things. “I just wish the name of Lunar Fang had been lost in time… Predestined to know the name of your wife? Before you meet her?” He gulped a little. “No thank you.”
“Funny thing about names.” The doctor laughed. “Ponies are so much different then time ponies when it comes to them, we can take but one name and then a title, but a pony can have many names yet they are the dust in the winds, almost unfair when you consider it.”
“Yeah, along with having magic and weather control, if we had that, imagine the droughts we could stop, the food we could grow.” He paused and sat contemplating. “I have a lot to think about tonight, I, I wish you well Doctor, and, be safe out there, I feel safe knowing you are out there watching the world.” He looked back at the Doctor. “I am sorry for your loss, I truly am.”
The doctor didn’t respond for some time before he finally smiled. “Thank you Matthew.” He replied. “It means alot to hear you say that.”
Matthew in Penswords body only blinked a little, feeling weird and at the same time, happy to hear the name. “Thank you Doctor for reminding me of my name.” He looked to the sky. “It feels weird hearing that name with these ears.”
“Imagine how it feels after nearly thirteen centuries.” The doctor laughed as he rose up. “I just hope wherever she is, Dinky is keeping up the fight.”
Pensword only looked at the Doctor. “If you raised her, then I am sure she is going around poking her muzzle into places and saving lives and being a pain in any races bent on conquest.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that thought. “She is the one that saved Cadences life in fact, as well as delivering I think those letters that…” he paused and looked to the Tardis. “Good heavens I failed once.” He muttered. “Doctor, I, I found a loophole in a fixed point in time, the empire vanished, sombra rose to power, I realized, that, assumptions.” He began to laugh. “I used assumptions to write a message to myself, and, did…” he blinked and folded the wings at his side tighter to him. “I am scared of what I might have been from that time line.”
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We see character developments, and I sense the next chapter will be a time travel one, or the one after that.
I wanna see the failed timeline!
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I'll think about it, hah.
Got to list ideas for where things could have turned bad and work through it.
As said, we'll see as time goes on.
5049325 If you want, I could make that list. It'll save you some time.
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By all means.
Make the list and submit it to my PM Box.
I promote this type of stuff to be honest. Get involved, create theories make guesses. Go for it.
And my apologies for the delay in responding. After all things can always go off one way or another I say. Once again thank you for your comments.
5074208 I love interacting with stories! I'll start writing it, probably send it to you in a few days if nothing comes up.
5074230
Okay, sounds good. Have fun with what you want to look for.
I'm going to miss Derpy.
Poor Doctor...
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Yeah, poor Doctor, still, Don't worry too much.
I'd suggest Arcane Science. More technical and flows nicer because of it in my opinion. Not to mention I always hear the Ministry of Arcane Technology posters from Fallout: Equestria screaming in my head when I read it.
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Didn't even remember commenting on that before. xD