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Yaerfaerda - Imploding Colon



Rainbow Dash and the Noble Jury continue to fly east.

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Next Year, Buy Him a Tie

With a cold mechanical hum, the door to the dark chamber opened. Pale blue light wafted across Midnite Bastion's figure.

She winced, lips and ears bleeding. The mare squinted, looking up from where she hung along a sterile wall, her legs and hooves outstretched and braced by dangling shackles.

On shuffling hooves, a tall dark figure strolled in from the light.

Midnite's nostrils flared. With a surly frown, she hung her head.

General Saikano came to a stop in front of her, gazing with perpetual deadpan. In the pale light, his scarred eye carried more warmth than the one that was actually studying the prisoner.

Midnite said nothing.

After a prolonged breath, Saikano calmly said: “Prince Eine of the House of Evo is missing.” He tilted his head forward, his natural and metal antlers forming shadows across the battered pony's features. “I speak, of course, of our Prince, soon to be King.” He clenched his teeth. “The deer whose safety you've pledged your very life to protect. He vanished around the same time you staged this poorly strategized stunt of yours. Perhaps, then, you would know something about his whereabouts?”

Midnite stared at the floor, scowling.

“I can order you to tell me,” Saikano said. “I can interrogate you.” He gulped. “Torture you. But I'm hoping that it won't come to that. I'm hoping you will remember the good soldier that you once were and do your last final duty.”

“... … ...”

Saikano stared at her, then past her. Slowly,he shuffled to the far side of the room. There, a huge, hairy slab of muscle and joints sat—slumped on all four knees. Jake's unconscious body was chained all over: three shackles per limb. On top of that, a massive slab of metal was clamped over his horns, weighing him further down to the floor.

“Constable Jake...” Saikano stretched his neck muscles. “Loyal to the Province Bountiful. Rather colorful history the House of Sehlp has. Almost radical, to put it lightly.” He turned towards Midnite. “If you won't give me an answer, maybe I can find one amongst the citizenry there. Shall I send five battalions? Or ten?”

The mare's ears twitched. Midnite bit her lip, shaking slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

Saikano's good eye narrowed. He shuffled over, slurring, “I brought you out of filthy streets. I brought you out of destitution. I gave you opportunities that no equine this side of the West Gate has ever entertained... and this is your repayment? This is the true shade of your loyalty?”

Midnite closed her eyes, dead silent.

“My power was yours, Midnite,” Saikano said. “Every soldier... every antler... every arrow. I would have utilized an entire army in saving your flesh in a heartbeat. But you did not want my favoritism. I couldn't have felt more proud. But now... all I feel is a broken heart.” He slowly turned around. “You need not worry. When it comes time to eke information out of you, I will send somedeer else.”

“You are not my father...”

His nostrils flared. He spoke without looking back. “That much was always clear.”

“No... you don't get it...”

Slowly, he turned around.

She glared at him, spitting up blood as she hissed, “Whatever you are, whoever you're working for, I'm going to make you bleed in places you never thought possible.” Her ears folded back. “Until you tell me where the real General is.”

Saikano's brow furrowed. “Who did this to you, Midnite?” His lips pursed. “Who turned you against me with this... hallucinogenic mania?”

All she did was sneer at him.

Saikano blinked. His ears twitched, and he found himself shuddering slightly as he turned towards the exit and shuffled his quiet way out.

He ran into a pair of guards trotting up from the far end of the facility.

“General, sir! News from the Capital!”

“... … …” Saikano glared at the metal floor.

One of the reindeer leaned forward. “...sir?”

Saikano flinched. He tilted his head up. “Report.”

“We have a caravan coming from the city, sir.”

Saikano squinted. “Was Sharp Quill successful in finding the Prince's abductor?”

“No, sir. It's Chancellor Fishberry,” the guard explained. “She's accompanying a Soul Sentry detachment. S he wishes to oversee the imprisonment.”

“Imprisonment?” Saikano leaned his head aside. “Imprisonment of who?”

“Uhm... Duchess Arcanista of the House of Sehlp, sir,” the guard said.

“You say that as if I already know of this arrest.”

“Do... do you not, sir?” The guard fidgeted. “You and the Chancellor are constantly in communication. Along with the Secretary at the Royal Palace. We just assumed—”

“You assumed?!” Saikano snarled, but suddenly fell silent. He raised a hoof, glancing at the cloven structure at the end of the limb. With a shuddering sigh, he spoke. “Thank you for the report. I will go and meet with the Chancellor.”

“Do you need more guards stationed here?”

Saikano fumbled for a bit. “No,” he eventually said, then trotted down the narrow hallway. “She isn't going anywhere...”

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