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Yaerfaerda - Imploding Colon



Rainbow Dash and the Noble Jury continue to fly east.

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There Is No Easy Way Out

β€œGuh!” Basso grunted, nearly toppling back from his gun turret controls. He threw a nervous look over his shoulder. β€œIs the hull still in one piece?!”

β€œBarely!” Zetta's voice cracked as she looked into the cockpit. β€œProwse, sir, if we take too many more hits, we're done for!”

β€œAatxe's ship ain't no wee mosquito!” Prowse hollered, gripping the controls of the Tarkington tight. β€œShe can take it! We've just gotta get a jump on these goblin sods!”

β€œProwse, we've been circling them for five minutes straight!” Booster Spice hollered. He climbed towards the front of the narrow ship. β€œWe haven't gotten the jump on anyone! Take it from somepony who's flown with the Jury through thick and thin! We gotta try a different tactic!”

β€œNnngh... like wh-what?!”

Booster glanced back down the full length of the ship. β€œThe last few armamentsβ€”do we have the means of dropping them straight down?”

β€œNegative! This bloody ship wasn't built with a bomb bay!”

β€œWell, I have an idea! If we could just ascend to a higher level and fly over them—” Booster's speech was interrupted by a savage blast of energy impacting their starboard side. Bursts of flame erupted across the ship, filling the Tarkington with steam.

β€œAaaugh!” Zetta fell from her shattered console, sprawled across the floor and twitching.

Basso wheezed and hacked for breath. β€œZetta!”


Reeling from the blow, the Tarkington veered towards its billowing starboard. It descended at a sharp angle, colliding with the south face of a spiraling Val Roan tower.

Scrkkkkkttt! The ship grazed the edge of the skyscraper, spilling glass and flecks of bronze metal to the alleyways below. Citizens fled for cover, dodging chunks of debris.

After the long grind, the Tarkington hovered off, limply drifting its way between buildings.

The two massive goblin battleships loomed high above. Atop Haman's Gamma vessel, the Cartel leader spotted the Tarkington's plight.

β€œTheir stabilizers have been heavily damaged!” a lackey shouted. β€œThis is our opportunity to take them out, boss!”

β€œBlow them out of the sky,” Haman slurred, grinning. β€œAnd take out that entire apartment complex behind them.”

β€œAye, sir!” The goblin twirled towards the remaining gunners. β€œAll hands, target the eleven o'clock position and fire—”

β€œIncoming!” an imp shouted. β€œIncoming, six o'clock low!”

Goblins muttered and gasped. Haman spun in his creaking suit, eyes thin and slitted. β€œ...what?!”


Fwooooosh! The Noble Jury ascended like an arrow, approaching the twin battleships.

β€œTurn your heads and cough, salad tossers!” Zaid shouted at the targets beyond the cracked windshield.

β€œMr. Zaid!” Bellesmith hollered as she and Pilate gripped the port side turret immediately outside the cockpit. β€œFire!”

Zaid's hoof slammed over the red button besides the pilot's seat.

The second rocketed strapped to the bow discharged, sailing forward on a plume of ignited fuel. It raced its way skyward, veering slightly before impacting the left rear side of the Gamma ship's hull.


KAPOWWW! A good chunk of the ship's rear was obliterated in an instant.

Haman fell back with a grunt as he was showered with shrapnel, flame, and a spray of goblin body parts.

When the smoke cleared and the screams persisted, Haman could see from his overturned suit that two of the three lateral propellers had been completely blown. With a chaotic groan, the Gamma ship veered hard to port, lurching in mid-air. Before the engineers on board could stabilize it, the vessel collided with the starboard side of the other battleship.

Crkkkkk!

Both ships locked together, leaning into each other's weight in mid-air. The other ship struggled to compensate, and the two massive dreadnoughts spun a slow, lumbering ballet just south of the Val Roan towers.

While the Tarkington flew off to recoverβ€”FWOOOOSH!β€”the Noble Jury roared upwards at a sharp angle, jerking left as it ascended above the two locked battleships. The vessel tilted in its sharp ascent, with the port side tilting to face the Cartel's damaged vessels.

This, of course, gave Pilate and Belle full view of the top decks and the goblins scrambling atop them.

β€œSpark have mercy,” Belle shuddered.

β€œYou said it, beloved.” Gnashing his teeth, Pilate pulled the trigger. FL-FL-FL-FLASH! A murderous stream of mana-blasts rolled across the top deck, trailing flame and burning plasma all across the industrial death machines that Haman had toiled so hard to put together. Imps shrieked and dove for coverβ€”those who survived the onslaught, at least.

As the Noble Jury finished its violent run, it flew west in a sharp curve, leaving the smoldering mid-air mess behind. The two battleships were far too damaged to resume its bombardment on the south edge of the Capital anytime soon. This, of course, led to a large salvo of cheers from the Val Roan citizens watching from a distance.

Sputtering smoke and losing strips of metallic debris, the Noble Jury and the Tarkington nevertheless stabilized, closed in formation, and came back around for a return flight, their eyes on the lumbering goblin targets.


β€œIt would seem, for lack of a better term, that you're totally screwed,” Rainbow Dash said, pacing before Queen Chrysalis across the warehouse. β€œAll these months, years... decades? You planned so hard to conquer the light side of the world. You tried exploiting the war between Ledomare and Xona. You failed. You tried taking over one of the ancient Sentinels. You failed. And here, in Val Roa, you've tried to pull the rug out from underneath the Monarchy, and still... you just can't seem to get the job done, even with all experience and wisdom of a giant freaky mutant alicorn bug pony thingy...”

β€œYou cannot hold me hostage here, my little pony,” Chrysalis' warbling voice hissed across the way. Her eyes narrowed beneath a mess of translucent mane hair. β€œAt any moment, I could—”

β€œWhat?” Rainbow's ruby glare glinted. β€œOverpower me? Queeny, you've been powerless ever since I gave your Hive Mind the Harmonic zap back in Stratopolis. Your drones left you, abandoned you all over the world, from east to west, north to south. Don't pretend to have an edge in this situation... or any kind of advantage whatsoever. You see, the Noble Jurists have gotten a naked peek into your life as of late, and it's pathetic. You don't even have the power to turn into any sort of beastly thing that could overpower me. You can't outfly meβ€”even in your best condition, that wouldn't have remotely been an option.”

She paced closer, her eyes trained on the changeling Queen.

β€œWithout the ability to control your Hive, you became desperate. Instead of flying back to the Dark Side of the Plane and reuniting with Tchern, you decidedβ€”against all oddsβ€”to go forward with your nefarious plans in Val Roa. And since you couldn't rely on a changeling army, you did the next best thing. You split yourself into three parts and you assumed the positions of the most powerful members of the Val Roan government. It was a pretty nifty plan, save for one thing. You were friggin' starving, which is why you had to preserve the King and Queen and use them for 'fuel' while you attempted to sow the seeds of chaos here in the Capital. And if that failed, you still had the Night Crystals that you had brought over from the Dark Side, containing the scrumptious soul energy of the victims you and your sister had leeched while engaged in the Trinary War.”

Fidgeting, Chrysalis' eyes darted nervously towards the empty warehouse shelves.

β€œOh, don't bother.” Rainbow Dash shook her head. β€œThey're gone. They're waaaay gone. And, I wonder, just how long can you last without them... or without the ability to feed on any soul whatsoever... especially since you've trained your body for so long to suckle on pain and misery as opposed to love. There's nothing more pathetic than a starved pony who's dependent on the unhealthiest of crap. What will it look like when you die of malnourishment, Queen Chrysalis? Will you roll up like a giant cockroach? Will you turn to ash? Will it be friggin' painful as balls?”

Chrysalis jerked towards her, her eyes flickering green and desperate.

Rainbow Dash frown, teeth clenched. β€œGive. The Soul Sentries. Up.” Her brow furrowed. β€œNow.”

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