Everyone knows what horrors lie behind floor two of the Rainbow Factory, but has anyone ever payed attention to the other factories? Rainbows aren't the only thing made in Cloudsdale. Recent occurences in the Thunderstorm Cloud Factory have caused it's bankruptcy, and it's up to one pony to restore the factory to it's former glory. But he has other plans for the new factory, and his ideas aren't any better than the Rainbow Factory's.
Thanks so much to BTedge116 for making the cover art! It's amazing! You should check him out!
This fanfiction has been based and expanded upon Aurora Dawn's "Rainbow Factory" and "The Pegasus Device" fanfictions that can be found here (Rainbow Factory) and here (Pegasus Device)
I do not intend to copy or steal Aurora Dawn or anyone else's work and have written this as an unique fanfiction to expand upon the Rainbow Factory theme.
That being said, this story is dark, and when I say dark, I mean it. It contains blood, violence, swearing, and potentially disturbing content. I've rated it as teen since it isn't immensely violent or bloody, but it does contain swearing. (If you think that I should rerate it to mature please let me know.)
And with that my story begins.
Nice Idea! Glad I haven't gotten to /9or you haven't written) the gory parts yet! And that's an interesting OC..
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Of Course! I'll follow you to check how the story is going.
Who's the president then, Iosef Stallion?
Oh sure, but, Genocide is A-Okay in your books..
Meanwhile...
Date: Oct 23rd, 2030
Dimension: 1-1
Location: Palace of the Soviets, Novy Stalliongrad, Greater Equestrian SSR, USSER
Time: 1200 hours
A man in a uniform and peaked cap walked briskly through the many hallways of the capital building. In his hand, he carried a file folder filled with top secret information. This will not end well. He then made his way up to a door with the words: Office of the Premier of the Soviet Union written on the door plate. Before giving it a hard knock.
"Come in." Replied the muffled feminine voice on the other side of the door. As the doorknob was envolped in a crimson aura. Before it turned and opened. He then took a deep breath, before he made his way inside.
Once he was in the room, he saw her. For standing in the left corner on the far wall looking out of the giant window. Was the Premier of the Soviet Union: Sovetska Malashenka. "Well don't just stand there." And as the crimson, acid yellow, blood orange, and black haired woman turned to face him. He could feel her glowing crimson eyes scrutinizing him, almost as if peering straight through his very soul. With her huge black wings folded tightly together on her back, her left arm sliding underneath them. And the other, gesturing at a dark oak chair that sat in front of the desk. "Take a seat."
"Yes Comrade Premier." He did as ordered and sat down.
"Now," Sovetska began as she walked over to her side of the desk, before she did the same. "What information do you have for me today?" She asked unemotionally.
The man, who (as an agent of the 9th Directorate) was trained to not to fear anything always found her to be...unsettling in person. "Here you are Comrade." He handed her the folder. As he attempted to mimic her emotionless tone, but only partially succeeded.
Her hand was envolped in a red aura and, soon afterwards, so was the file. Which then proceeded to float over to her. "Thank you." She said, as she carefully took possession of it. Then, the Premier opened the folder, carefully reading it over. As she did so, her eyes started to glow ever more crimson.
And when she was finished, he could see nothing but pure rage written all over her face. (Which had become as red as the blood red banner of the Union.) This is exactly what I knew was going to happen. But then, she did something wholly unexpected. Her face seemed to calm down and the ire slowly drained out of her eyes. It was then replaced with nothing short of pure fire. She chuckled darkly, as a smirk came to her face. "So, she thinks she can just dispose of the proletariat, does she? Well, I think I'm going to pay my sister a little visit." She chuckled again, which grew and grew, until she was completely hysterical! "Why yes! Why not give her punishment!?" She stopped laughing and became dead serious. "After all, being a control freak myself. I know that the greatest punishment of all...is to have no control, what so ever. And, while she may be my sister, I will make her understand what she has done."
Having completely forgotten he was in the room, the agent quickly made his presence felt as he stood up. "Uh, Comrade. You seem to have forgotten about Shade Blade."
She looked at him with a stare that could have slaughtered millions. "Oh yes. Him." She paused dramatically before continuing. "I will make him regret the day he was born."