Ain't No Getting Off This Train
“Don't stop until we're broadside with the drydocks!” Revan shouted, spinning the rudder wheel. “Get your flanks inside the Arrowfish immediately and stop it from—”
“Uhhhh...” One of the guards leaned back, eyes wide. “Boss...?”
“Huh?” Revan looked up as a murky shadow crossed his features. “...buck me sideways.”
WHAM! Wildcard landed on him, legs first. He used Revan's crumpled body as a springboard and pounced on the rest of the stallions on board the crowded boat. They shouted and swung their weapons at him in close combat.
“Dude!” Rainbow Dash stammered, grimacing.
“My goodness!” Rarity squeaked.
“We can't just let him go like that!” Twilight said.
Rainbow ran up to the edge of the platform. “Wildcard! The Arrowfish—”
“Darlin', we'd best skedaddle,” Bard said.
Rainbow spun around. “Huh?”
Grunting, the mercenary bent down, picked up the bags of platinum bars, and added it to the weight of the sarosian on his back. “If the Mark Two takes off without us, our whole plan is done for!”
“But... b-but Wildcard—”
“Dubya-Cee's got this! Trust me!”
“How could you possibly—?”
“Trust me! Now git!” Bard galloped up the ramp and into the Arrowfish.
Rainbow Dash bit her lip. Nevertheless, she trotted backwards, then rushed up after Bard. Twilight and Rarity watched with nervous expressions until a translucent wall of harmonic energy dragged them along with the pegasus.
“Raaaaugh!” A guard galloped the short length of the boat, swinging a machete.
SCHIING! Wildcard unleashed his nightsticks, blocked him—CLANG!—then swung his skull backwards to slam the muzzle of a thug coming up from behind. Rebounding from the impact, he stabbed his beak deep into the first guard's shoulder, kicked the machete out of his grip, then slammed him to the ground with a spinning roundhouse kick.
A bruised guard stood up on the edge of the boat, firing a crossbow at close range. Thwifft!
Wildcard backflipped, wrapped his tail around the gasping stallion's neck as he flew over him, landed on the stern, and swung his lower body towards the platforms of Rust.
“Gaaaaaaiieee!” The thug was thrown by Wildcard's tail against a metal bulkhead. He pinballed painfully off it and fell deep into the drink. Splash!
Vrmmmmmm! The second Syndicate boat came throttling forward, its occupants firing a steady volley of metal projectiles at the griffon. Thw-thw-thw-thwifft!
Holding his breath, Wildcard twirled his nightsticks with expert precision. Cl-Cl-Cl-Clank! He deflected the crossbolts, took a running start, and dove suicidally at the oncoming boat with both weapons drawn.
When the griffon landed, he immediately slammed into the driver. The rudder wheel spun madly, causing the boat to throw itself into a maddening twirl while the guards on board wrestled with the mercenary.
“Quickly! Quickly!” Theanim helped Rainbow Dash into the Mark Two while Bard placed Echo down inside, propping the bat pony up against a wall. “Verlaxion's sleet! Must everything be down to the blasted wire?!”
“All aboard!” A crew member hollered from up ahead. The group could hear the roar of the mana-powered engine. The ramp outside drew away while the platforms of Rust started sliding out of view. “We're casting off!”
“Guhh!” Twilight gripped her skull, phasing through the walls. “The unicorns! They're... they're channeling so much magic—!”
“Rainbow, the door!” Rarity pointed at the narrow slit of red sunlight. “I can sense it shutting—”
“Bard!” Rainbow pointed. “The door!”
“Step aside!” Bard rushed over. Cl-Clakkk! He extended his staff, twisted it tight, then shoved it into the doorframe, bracing it against the seal. “Grnnnnghhh!”
Sparks flew as the automatic door struggled to close, held in place by the mercenary's staff.
“What are you doing?!” Theanim exclaimed.
“Feathers is still out there, Theams,” Echo slurred.
Theanim's ears folded. “Oh dear...”
One of the crew members peered his head down the long interior corridor that led to the bridge. “What's going on back there?!”
“Uhhhh...” Rainbow Dash smiled nervously, shivering. “We're all good! Peachy keen!” She shouted out the doorway. “Dude! We're leaving!”
“Dubya-Cee!” Bard hollered, struggling with the door seal.
“It's now or never, Desperado!”
Wildcard was too busy exchanging blows with half-a-dozen stallions. He punched one to the floor, dodged a metal bat swing, knocked it into the water with his nightsticks, then headbutted a second guard.
One wrapped his legs around the griffon from behind.
Seething, Wildcard spread his wings, jumped, and fell backwards. Whump! His weight slammed into the guard's belly, knocking the wind out. Wildcard rolled aside, dodging a machete swing. He stood up, deflected a crossbolt with his nightstick, then gripped a sputtering guard's neck with his metal talon.
“Raaaugh!” Another guard came rushing in with his machete in full swing.
Wildcard held his breath. With a shower of sparks, he detached his metal hand from the rest of his limb. POP! He ducked back while the guard rushed stupidly through the new empty space. He leaned back, reattaching the limb. Cl-Clack! And used his renewed grip of the thug's neck to body slam him into the back of the stumbling guard. WHAM!
Sliiiink! A flying crossbolt bloodily grazed Wildcard's upper shoulder, lopping off a few feathers.
Wincing voicelessly, he looked towards the stern of the twirling boat.
Panicked, the last guard loaded a final bolt into his crossbow.
Wildcard held his metal palm out towards him. Sparks flew as he magnetized the limb.
“Guhhh!” The guard gasped, being dragged across the boat by his grip to the metal crossbow and—WHUDDD!—into Wildcard's right uppercut. He fell down, joining the other guards' groaning bodies.
While the griffon took a moment to catch his breath, he was unaware of Boss Revan standing up in the adjacent boat. Revan took one look at the griffon and sneered. He kicked open a metal compartment beside him and pulled out a flare gun. Loading a flammable cartridge into the thing, he pivoted and aimed it carefully at Wildcard's backside.
“One cooked goose, coming up—”
Just as his fetlock was about to roll into the triggering mechanism—
Cl-Clank! A pair of explosive pellets fell into his boat.
“Huh?” Revan took one look down, and—POWWW!—was thrown sky-high, along with the screaming bodies of his fellow thugs as the boat exploded.
Rainbow Dash watched from the entrance of the gliding Arrowfish while Bard fastened his leather grenade satchel back shut. “Dubya-Cee!” He whistled shrilly.
Wildcard looked over from a distance.
“It's now or never, bud!”
“Come on!” Rainbow hollered as the stern of the ship flickered a bright blue. “The engine's about to power up!”
Wildcard heard a throng of Syndicate thugs running up along the platform behind him. In a blur, he sheathed both nightsticks, ran the full length of the boat, leapt, bounced off the severed bow of Revan's ship, and dove straight for the Arrowfish.
An array of crossbolts flew at his tail in mid-air.
Bard leaned past his staff, holding his hoof out into the salty air.
In mid lunge, Wildcard twisted his metal wrist and—POWWW!—launched his talons at the end of a long grappling cable.
It shot ahead towards the Markw Two, and the other mercenary caught it in the crook of his hoof.
“Gotcha!”
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiip! Wildcard retracted, sailing his body swiftly towards the ship just as—
POWWW! The engines of the Arrowfish ignited.
Cl-Clank! Wildcard's body knocked Bard's staff out of the doorframe. The seal snapped shut... with the two mercenaries safely inside.
FWOOOOOOSH! The Arrowfish shot south like greased lightning.
Inside, Rainbow Dash stepped back while the Desperadoes caught their balance.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!” Bard hollered, smiling wide. “Ain't no gettin' off this train we're on!” He and Wildcard bumped chests. “Oooh-rah! Do you believe in miracles?!” He tossed his hat, cheering. “Woooo!”
Wildcard smirked, slumping against the wall to catch his breath. He reached into his satchel, fumbled, and produced a toothpick. Gnawing on it, he glanced aside at Echo and offered him another splinter of wood.
Gawking, Echo slowly shook his head. “No thanks.” He gulped. “My testicles might explode. Just the last thing I need,” he shuddered.
Rainbow Dash didn't realized she was hyperventilating until she felt her heart pulse slow down to a thudding lurch. She glanced aside at Theanim, then over at the two mares. She arched her eyebrows.
“Nothing to celebrate for,” Twilight said, tilting her chin up. “We still have to deal with the Southern Hoof in Shoggoth, and then there's Princess Camelia whom we have to impress.” Silence. She fidgeted, then looked aside at Rarity.
Rarity was biting her lip, fighting to contain a squeal.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Oh, who am I kidding...?” She pounced on Rarity and the two hugged each other, bouncing over and over again. “We did it! We did it!”
“We did it! Oh, what a spectacular show!”
“Heeheehee!”
Rainbow Dash shuddered. At last, she stripped of her bulging money bags and slumped up against the wall opposite of Wildcard and Echo. While Bard continued whistling and chanting—pacing in a testosteronical circle—she closed her eyes and enjoyed the delicious hum of the Arrowfish's engines bulleting the group south and towards safety. Not long after, she sensed a body sitting down next to her.
Opening her eyes, Rainbow glanced aside at Theanim Mane. “...hi Doc.”
“Hello yourself, Miss Dash,” he said with a calm smile. “You seem uneasy.”
“Just...” She gulped. “Not used to things working out this well.”
“If I were you, I'd cherish the moment.”
“I... uh... I got photographs, Doc,” she said. “Lots and lots of evidence about—”
“Shhhhh...” Theanim Mane rested a hoof on her shoulder. “While I am certainly glad you remembered our priorities...” He gulped. “I'm a great deal more thankful that you're back in one piece.”
Rainbow squinted. “Yeah, but what about the dudebros here?”
“Mercenaries are a bit a dozen,” Theanim said. “There's only one rainbow.”
Rainbow exhaled, leaning her head back and closing her eyes again. “Careful, doc,” she slurred. “Too much sap could gum up the unicorns' engines.”
“Heheheh...” Theanim relaxed as well. “Highly doubtful. But I'll keep that in mind.”
Meanwhile, along the southern edges of Rust...
The Syndicate's thugs gathered along the platforms that bordered the drydocks. Through the slowly closing gate, they had lost all sight of the Arrowfish. It was less than two minutes since departure and already the vessel was a pinprick along the horizon.
Boss Revan was being helped out of the watery canal, along with the rest of his bruised, aching companions. They stumbled onto the platform—most of them collapsing as soon as they came into contact with the dry surface. Revan, however, limped up to the platform's edge and gawked at the closing gate.
His teeth clenched as his eyes searched and searched in vain for the elusive Mark Two.
“Boss, we're...” A guard shuffled. “We're awful sorry. We've never encountered mercenaries like that before—”
“Rrrrrrghhh!” Revan spun, slamming a hoof across the thug's muzzle. As he fell to the ground, the leader shouted at the gathered group. “Sorry?! You're sorry?! Those cocky flankholes just made off with our entire fortune, you idiots! Did any of you... any of you have any idea just how damn important it was to slit their throats before they got away?!”
The guards exchanged glances, blinking. A hushed silence hung over the platform.
Revan stared at them, blinking. “...well?!?!” He stomped his hoof. “What are you just standing around for?!”
One guard shuffled forward with an inquisitive squint. “Did you say... our entire fortune?”
“Yeah, genius!” Revan spat. “Why else do you think I was... so... adamant...” His voice trailed off as the air reverberated with the sound of weapons falling to the floor.
“I'm out, dude,” one stallion said, waving his hooves and walking away.
“Yeah, me too.” Another joined him.
“Pffft. Screw this gig.” And another.
“Wait... hey!” Revan's voice cracked as he growled and shouted. “You can't do this! I'm your boss! Boss Revan! You punks owe me!”
A few stallions paused to look back at him with dull expressions. “Pal... if you ain't got the bits, then we ain't got the shits to give.”
“Yeah,” another mumbled. “Curse and threaten all you want. But you can't bomb my family unless you've got the bits to pay for it.”
“I... I don't believe this!” Revan stammered as the crowd dispersed, shuffling off into the furthest corners of Rust. “I... I'm the backbone of Rust! Without me, you are all nothing! Nothing, ya hear me?!”
“We hear you,” a guard grunted from far away. “Now get a job, ya asshat!”
Revan stood in place, shivering, panting. Slowly, icily, he turned towards the closed gate at the Arrowfish drydock. The mother of all angry expressions burned across his muzzle. Then, falling to his knees, he let loose a long, agonized yell into the crimson air.
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Don't worry Rainbow, I too am suspicious that this is working this well.
Mercenaries. What did you expect, Revan?
My character is unhappy...
Very unhappy.
And that means he'll come back swinging.
It says 0 views, yet I know that 6241273 read this before me.
Just what is going on here?
Heh, there's close, then there's close
Aaaand Revan gets what he deserves. So why do I have a feeling we've perhaps not seen the last of him..?
Eeyup, we're not used to things going so well. Opening poll on whether Princess Camelia is with Souther Hoof. Here.
I'm back. Finally reading a chapter as it comes out. Stupid lack of Internet. Regardless, it seems the group got away safely. Now I wonder when they'll next meet Revan looking for Revange.
40 chapters later:
"Say hello to the Mark One's newest (temporary) trainee deckhand!"
Prime Enforcer Revan?
Forty flutter kicks, ):(. Knock 'em out!
Following the East Horse I know how he feels.
I watched the trailer for Mad Max Fury Road yesterday and god help me I kept imagining RD and all the pals she's met, in the scenes instead of Furiosa and Max.
6241365 I vote rainboom.
Rainbow would've been torn up inside if WC didn't make it.
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The view counter tends to lag a bit.
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Get a job, hippie!
Yes.
Well I guess that mostly wraps up what turned out to be a pretty awesome arc. The good guys got the money, kicked some serious flank, and have seemingly gotten away scot-free while leaving the asshole penniless and abandoned. Life seems pretty good for Dash at the moment...
...My God what kind of hell are they walking into in Shoggoth?!
RD and freinds escape with help from the Utility Belt, and Batarang?
I really hope Twilight and Rarity dont have intresting side effects with the high power output of the Arrowfish main drive. After all, if is a Caterpillar, what if there was a Butterfly? Or probably just a Mothra?
Oward, onward, to the dark undersea city, where knowing just the right Taco guy could save you from the destructive singing of a nightmare sonata.
That, and will the cupcakes start quietly appearing along with the next control tower?
Dude, just go outside on a sunny day and turn a water hose on. There's rainbows freaking everywhere.
AUSTRAEOH HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!
Damn, that was a little close there.
Huh. Reading through the comments, not much for me to say that hasn't been said already.
I feel like Revan is going to become...oh, what ever that clown pirate's name, from the beginning of One Piece. Constantly chasing them, but terribly ineffective. A discount version of Shell if you would.
6241762 Well, diet-Shell has the nothing-left that can push him to the chase.
It was three, maybe four months ago now that I first spotted a story in the feature list whose name I couldn't begin to figure out how to pronounce, but c'mon, how could I not click on something called "Ynanhluutr"?
I didn't notice it was a sequel story until about five (very confusing) chapters in. At that point I had the most surreal experience of trying to figure out where this epic monster of a tale actually started. I remember thinking to myself "Oh, okay, Ynanhluutr is a sequel. That explains why I was just as confused as Twilight was. Okay, so guess I'll read the story before this one..."
*click*
"Huh, Yaefaerda is also a sequel... okay, no problem, I can handle a trilogy." *click*
"...Urohringr is also a sequel..."
*click... eye twitch* "Just how many of these things are there!?"
*several more clicks later* "Right, Austraeoh, looks like this ones the first story. Out of seven currently published stories. The shortest of which is over 200,000k words. Man, this is gonna take awhile. Three, four months at least to catch up. Do I dare...? Well, worst that could happen is if I don't like it I can just call it quits. Its not like I'll get hopelessly addicted and spend all of my free time doing nothing but read this-" *click*
*three to four months later*
Well, this has been an experience. I just read a story that's giving Wheel of Time a run for its money in terms of length, but without most of the pacing issues. Color me impressed. All I can say right now, IC, is that you'd better be planning to make a career out of this talent you've got. Through various ups and downs, twists and turns, you've managed to keep me reading for over two million words. I'm looking forward to two million more or however many it takes to see this crazy journey through to the end.
6241894 I always find it funny, looking in the bookshelf I have dedicated to this series, it estimates it as no more than 5 days worth of reading. Anyway, Welcome aboard the Lunar Ninth.
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Dammit Wildcard..you crazy badass you.
Hah! Suck shit boss man. Got what you deserved!
Sums it real nice.
-Memories given light, ease a lonely flight. Ynanhluutr.
Well, that went pretty well. Though, I fear we haven't seen the last of Revan.
Also, I'm really eager to see what Shoggoth's gonna be like.
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Welcome to the ride, dude. Just be prepared for the long haul, because at this rate this monstrosity will be going until 2018 or so.
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Glad to be aboard. Gah, though trying to read all this in five days... I suppose technically it could be done, if I had five straight days off work and copious amounts of Red Bull to fuel the marathon that would be.
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My body and mind are prepared. Or at least a prepared as they can be. My brain still boggles at the sheer scope of what IC decided to write. The Wheel of Time comparison is almost painfully apt, given that 13 volume fantasy series went for over three million words and the author died before he could finish the last two volumes. Rather hoping IC avoids that last part.
Shell in the making. Dun dun duuuuunnnn~
6241894 Welcome aboard friend, glad to have another reader all caught up. It has been a long strange trip, and we have lost the interest of several readers along the way, but we have not yet reached the end, and have a ways to go yet.
If Revan wasn't shaping up to becoming the next villain before, he CERTAINLY is NOW. It's pretty ironic, though--he'll have a hard time getting revenge without his money, but if he still had his money he wouldn't have a reason to want revenge.
What a nice little close to the whole Revan business, at least for now anyway. Im sure this is far from the last time we hear from him.
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I think that's part of what amazes me so much about this, just how much further there is still to go. I mean, Dash ain't even to the dark side of the world yet. It really makes me wonder how IC is going to try topping all the crazy events that have already transpired. One of the major things that's kept me drawn into this story is the world that's been built around Dash's adventures. This is one of the few stories I've read in any style of fiction that manages to nail the sheer scope and size of the world and how much time and effort it'd take to traverse it.
Sweet, Sweet poetic Justice. This never really happens in stuff these days. Like good ole Shell. "You may have lost all your political power, and gotten most of us killed at random during the last few monthes, but we'll still follow you to the ends of the earth!"
I'm certain we shall se more of Revan in time.
How far will he go in his quest fo revange, I wonder?
6242832 Yup, with 12 books total planed out, we are just a little over half way to completion now. I agree that the vast feeling of this world really is one of its greatest strengths, though I will admit to occasionally missing the solo flying chapters from the very beginning of the story, since they gave a feeling completely different from everything that came after until the Choke, wonderfully highlighting the sheer size of the world Rainbow has chosen to traverse. Still, perhaps paradoxically, I also feel that the stories greatest strength has been its characters, though I would love to see more catching up between Rainbow and the others.
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Congratulations and welcome to the Noble Jury!
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That's because it doesn't account for breaks or anything like that. Basically, it means it would take 141 hours if you read nonstop at 250 words/minute.
6242867 I think they kept following him more out of terror than anything else.
Revan is a fairly small threat now that his bits, bombs and thugs are gone.
Shell was a Lunadamned one stallion killing machine.
A stallion like that, you help cause you don't want to die, that simple.
6241762 Buggy the Clown?
Though it may seem that a great many readers have been lost over the sheer length of this epic series of stories, I am fairly certain that a nondescript number of said readers might still lurk in the dark depths of not commenting daily or even regularly. I should know, for I am one of them...
> "You know how to fight six men. We can teach you how to engage six hundred."
Well...dayum. WC is actually Bruce Wing. Calling it.
6242832 Mandatory Congratulations on catching the front of this story. Punch and cookies are in the corner. For our Shipping division, consult one Swan Song. For inquiries into the future of this tale, try and get in touch with
the goddamn zebraPilate. And for our daily exercise routine, ask Jake the Army Guy for some personal training. That will be all.6241894
i feel an urge to double check this
4,251,079 words (approximation as i cannot find the exact word count for gathering storm, just the rounded 296k) in WoT, not counting the prequel (4,372,931with the prequel)
1,940,620 words by book six for WoT
1,909,817 words (not counting yet ynanhluutr) for 5 books of Austraeoh
we seem to be ahead of schedule, and considering the average size of the books
303,648.5 average words per book for WoT
381,963.4 average words per book for Austraeoh
and the fact that each book has been getting longer, leads me to think ):('s Austraeoh series will surpass WoT in length (if not quality)
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14 and a prequel, and a companion novel, and a graphic novel
I'm willing to accept that things just went well for a change.
It's not impossible.
6241894 Welcome. As one who made this trek before you (in a week), I congratulate you on your achievement.
Look's like Revan was left-
High and dry.
6241894 Welcome aboard! On this endless voyage, it's always good to have more ponies to swim with! Whoop!
6242112 I feel, very strongly, that the comments are as much a part of the experience as the novel. I wonder if there's a way for the bookshelf to account for how long it would take to read a story plus the comments. I'd swear that there's a solid 2 million words just in the peanut gallery alone.
6241894
Looks like I'm not the only one who discovered this series recently. I had seen it before, but was put off by how long it was. However, I am now reading the series, and I have to say that this is a masterpiece and dare I say it, better than Fallout: Equestria.
6244280 Well, the way some people are speculating about RDs possible final fate, we could be talking about a Foamfollower situation. I do not subscribe to this view however, Dashie is going to be just fine.
As long as I keep saying those words repeatedly whilst clinging to this plushie, everything will be OK.
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Wait, you mean all those exercise things I saw that Jake fellow in the comments talking about... I was suppose to do those? Uhhhh... well, eheh, I think that might be a rather substantial backlog of workouts for me.
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Right, right, totally spaced the prequel. Dang that was a long series. I'd say Austraeoh for me at least is on par with Wheel of Time, although written as a very different style of story. Jordan was incredible at building world and character over a slow burn, things took time, but it was an enjoyable simmer of build up. Austraeoh tackles a lot of rapid fire development, for both its characters and world, and has a much faster pace, at times practically breakneck. I thoroughly enjoy both styles.
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A week!? Yikes, that's some serious story marathoning right there. I tip my hat to you.
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Thanks. Totally been worth the effort to catch up, although now I must wait for more chapters. That's the only downside to finally catching up with a story, I no longer get to binge and read thirty chapters or so in a row.
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I'm a big fan of Fallout Equestria as well, but I can agree that this series probably edges it out as being a more overall enjoyable ready. Its hard for me to grade story quality sometimes because I like so many different things, and I'm terrible at ranking the things I like. Hmm, though now that I'm thinking of the two stories, I wish the Austraeoh saga had some kind of hardcopy printing. I actually own the hardcovers that were printed for FoE, and it'd be awesome to have the currently completed Austraeoh books on my shelf as well. Wonder what goes into setting up a project like that?
Yowch. That was so close it hurt...
6245009 Each and every one of us that has come so far Has Made the journey, for some it took years. Some of those are the ones who have been here since the very beginning, Eagerly awaiting each and every update, For others like the previous commenter and myself, We Barreled through it at a breakneck speed, I wasn't a week but I read fast myself coming in under a month if you don't count the week I took off after Lerris.
The thing is though, It's not the time spent that matters, it is in fact the journey itself. each and every one of us, we've made it. Over the mountains, Through the Cities, Across the desert, Under the ancient ruins, Beyond death itself to see The spark reignited as we traversed a war torn country, with strangers who would become family, we Witnessed the Fall of a legacy of blood, The end of Decades of death and destruction, and the Fall of an immortal. Through it all we watched that family become something more . Before Being broken by a monster who Has finally drawn his last breath in the place of his most heinous of crimes. we crossed the sea of storms, and saw as friends and strangers alike helped that family put their lives back together and in turn helped a whole Race find Freedom and love, and brought a lost soul to the home she never knew she had. at last We found a moments respite in Paradise, before setting our sights eastward again, Where we freed a Noble nation From a Tyrannical monster they never knew they were under.
... And then we said goodbye. We had brought them home Like we promised, but our duty is as Loyalties is, and ever eastward we Must go at her side. As so we Crossed the choke, And faced The terrifying beast known as loneliness Only to find not one, but two Long lost friends, and a new kind of hope we never thought possible. And now each of us is here, Hunting for the third of five The chance to restore the magic of friendship and harmony and repair a world so broken it doesn't even know it's been shattered. And now? We're here, Waiting with those who have been here since the beginning.
Congratulations on having come so far, I know it's been a hell of a ride, I've been there, but if you're here, then you are probably here to see it through to the end. So welcome Friend, Welcome, To the beginning of the end of our journey,
Welcome to the noble jury.
Sorry I enjoy being over dramatic sometimes
Revan got capowned... Mark two is going to be the codename for a second stalker that Dash has to overcome isn't it?
Oh well, I do kinda miss Shell