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The Empress Returns - iowaforever



Sequel to God Empress of Ponykind: Celestia returns to the Imperium of Man, taking the title of Empress one last time.

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1.02- Assessment

Assessment

Twilight Sparkle hummed to herself as she finished pouring her tea. It was a new mint blend that Rarity had suggested, “perfect for getting the creative zone functioning” as the fashionista described it. Twilight leaned in, sniffing the pleasant aromas that wafted from the tea and giving a happy sigh.

A nice cup of tea and some last minute studying before bed; the perfect way to end the day. Twilight collected her tea and headed for the main room of the library, pausing only to call to Spike upstairs. “Spike! Are you almost finished up there?”

“Not yet, Twilight,” the baby dragon called back. “Can’t a guy enjoy a bubble bath in peace?”

“You’ve been in there for almost six hours,” Twilight countered. “Don’t you think that’s a little... extreme?”

“But it’s a bubble bath! That’s not extreme.” Twilight chuckled before continuing on her way to her waiting books.

“Well, make sure you don’t stay in there too long and use up our hot water again,” she said, setting her tea down and grabbing the first book. “And remember to brush your teeth this time.”

“Yeah, yeah...” Twilight paid Spike’s “fussing” no mind, taking a moment to settle in before opening her book. It was a fascinating read, focused primarily on the political influence of the Templars of Roam, and the more she read the further she was pulled in; sensory inputs from the world around her, save for her tea and the book, slowly faded into nothingness. It was just Twilight and the book: nothing more could distract her.

At least, until she heard a series of sharp knocks at the door.

“Who could that be?” Twilight asked, quelling her frustration at being interrupted from her reading. She set her book aside and crossed over to the door, trying and failing to see who was waiting outside. Puzzled, Twilight reached out with her magic and opened the door, revealing a grey pony dressed in a mailpony’s outfit and satchel.

“Package for Twilight Sparkle,” the mailpony said, pulling a large brown box from his satchel and passing it to Twilight.

“Oh, thank you,” Twilight replied, taking the package from the other pony before turning back towards her reading corner and closing the door. The package was unmarked, save for the standard shipping label that prominently displayed Twilight’s address. One eyebrow raised, Twilight opened the box, revealing a worn book and a small note.

“Dear Twilight Sparkle,
The spell contained on the last page of this book is Starswirl the Bearded’s secret, unfinished masterpiece. He was never able to get it right, and thus abandoned it. I believe you are the only pony who can understand and rewrite it.
Princess Celestia.”

Excitement welled up inside Twilight. Starswirl the Bearded’s personal spellbook was in her possession, and the Princess wanted her to study it? It was as if the universe had decided to give her all her childhood dreams at once, free of charge. She had studied some of the old wizard’s more common spells, but these? These were reserved for only the most powerful and skilled magic users, those that only Celestia and Luna ever surpassed.

Excitement gave way to speculation. What kind of spell would trip up one of the most powerful unicorns of Classical Equestria? Was she the first to ever be asked to interpret the spell? Surely the likes of Archaenus and Mimic had tried, and they too were almost as powerful as Starswirl. So what was it?

Well, only one way to find out. Twilight set the letter aside and picked up the book, flipping through page after page of spells as she hurried to the end. She had almost reached the final spell when her concentration was shattered quite roughly.

“TWILIGHT!!!” Spike shouted as he charged down the stairs, sudsy water flying off his scales as he ran. Startled, Twilight’s magic cut out as she jumped back, the spellbook clattering to the floor in a heap.

“Spike, what have I told you about screaming in the house?” Twilight chided, picking the book up and checking it for damage.

“Sorry... Twilight,” Spike said through gasps of air. “But I was... relaxing... and then... this letter... arrived.” Spike held out a slightly damp roll of paper, Twilight taking it from his claws and inspecting it. It was from Princess Celestia, sure enough, but instead of the regular royal seal this one bore the image of a twin headed alicorn, wings swept outward as if taking flight.

“This is the old Imperial Seal...” Twilight mumbled. “But... why would Princess Celestia use a seal that hasn’t been used in a thousand years?”

“I don’t know,” Spike replied before doubling over slightly. “Ooh, I think that gave me indigestion or something. What’s in that message?” Twilight paid him no mind, turning the letter over before breaking the seal. There was a small rush of power as the wax crumbled away, Twilight’s fur rising as she opened the letter.

Twilight,
I apologize for startling you, but I needed to make sure that you read this note as soon as possible. To prevent unwanted attention, I have enchanted this letter with several spells that will scramble my words.
There has been a disturbance in the Warp. I doubt you have felt it, but it is not something I can easily ignore. This disturbance may very well threaten the lives and stability of every being that walks this earth, so it is vital that you do not tell anyone and cause panic.
Come to my palace, alone, tomorrow morning. I promise I will explain everything to you once you arrive.
Princess Celestia.

“So, what does it say?” Spike asked. Twilight looked up at the baby dragon, chewing her lip as she tried to think of what to tell Spike. Princess Celestia told her not to tell anyone about... whatever disaster she had been talking about, but lying to Spike and telling him that nothing was wrong seemed equally bad.

Why does everything that’s bad have to be so vague?

“It...” Twilight paused for a moment. “Princess Celestia wants me to come to Canterlot tomorrow. She didn’t say why, though...”

“Well, that’s kinda creepy.” Spike replied. “Do you think something bad’s happening?”

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s nothing that we can’t handle together.” Twilight gave Spike a smile to encourage him. “Now, go on up to bed; I’m going to finish up studying down here.”

“All right. Goodnight Twilight.” With that Spike wandered back upstairs, Twilight maintaining her smile until she was certain that he was upstairs and out of earshot. Once she was certain Spike was gone, Twilight allowed her smile to drop as she walked back to her corner, setting Starswirl’s spellbook aside for later. She turned her attention back to Celestia’s letter, scanning through it several times to make sure she understood everything that had been said, however sparse it was.

I’m sure she had a reason for all the secrecy, Twilight thought, But if it was just for me, couldn’t she have told me a little more? I’m trustworthy, and my friends can keep a secret... she shook her head, folding the letter up and tucking it next to the spellbook.

Princess Celestia can handle this... I know she can...

...

The cruiser Sanguinium Martyres drifted in the void, out of sight from all but the most prying eyes. Mattias had shed his civilian disguise for silver and black robes, and after making sure Angelique was secured and sedated he had made his way up to the communications alcove, ordering the cruiser to move further out of the system to send a clear transmission to his superiors.

Now, Mattias stood before the image of two Lord Inquisitors, one his immediate superior in the Ordo Xenos, the other a veteran of the Ordo Hereticus who had had part of his face replaced by cybernetic enhancements. His direct superiors, he could handle, but the Ordo Hereticus was another matter; how had they gotten notice of the incident so quickly? Perhaps they would be able to explain it for me.

“And you felt it necessary to abandon your mission?” his superior asked, giving him a scowl.

“I have found no reason to believe that Subsector Aquittus is under threat of Tau intrusion,” Mattias explained. “My agents searched the outer planets several times, and we found no evidence that the xenos had made effort to draw the citizens under their fold. One man I spoke to didn’t even know they existed and thought I had just made them up for some propaganda vid.”

“Remember, Mattias, that the agents of the Alien have many methods of trickery and deception; it is possible that these people you spoke you wove a tight thread of lies that you may have overlooked.”

“My psyker examined those I interrogated; she could not find any sign of deception.” a pause before Mattias spoke again. “The only incident was the one I described to you in my preliminary report.”

“Yes, the psychic breakdown of one of your agents,” the Ordo Hereticus representative replied. “And you are certain that she has shown no other signs of corruption?”

“She has not, my lord. I have sentry turrets and troopers guarding her, and she has not said a word since the incident.”

“And you are certain that this ‘breakdown’ is not an attack on your effectiveness?” the first Inquisitor asked.

“Angelique is a powerful psyker, if a bit unstable at times. There would be no way for all but the most powerful alien Warpcraft to break through her shields like that without revealing themselves.”

“You underestimate the powers of the Warp, especially in the hands of any who would see the Imperium undone,” the second Inquisitor said. “However, I do say that there is some weight to your argument; several witches I had captured for interrogation seized up and spouted out prophecies and ranting around an equivalent time that the young Inquisitor’s companion had her breakdown.”

“Is it possible that the incidents were connected?” Mattias asked.

“That is a matter for the Ordo Hereticus to consider, not the Ordo Xenos.” the man replied, his eyes narrowing.

“But Angelique is under my command, not yours,” Mattias countered, returning the Lord Inquisitor’s stare. “Whatever pertains to her also affects me. Are the incidents connected?”

“... I have my suspicions, but they are only suspicions. What the heretics said under torture may, in some cases, collaborate with what your psyker said, but we are not fools to trust the words of heretics and traitors, are we? To assure that this is merely coincidence and not signs of a further attack from our enemies, I will be arriving in your sector to examine the witch under your care.” Mattias’ jaw tightened. The last thing he needed was for the Ordo Hereticus to make a grand investigation into Angelique. If they found any sign of corruption, and they were very good at that, Mattias and his entire team stood a very real chance to be arrested, tortured, and executed as heretics.

An extreme path? Perhaps, but one could never be too cautious around the other Ordos.

“I will have my astropaths transmit my location, my lord.” Mattias said finally. “Unless I am called away, I will await any further communications.”

“Very well. The Emperor protects.” with that the Inquisitor’s image winked out, leaving only those of the Ordo Xenos to speak.

“This is over my head, Inquisitor Mattias,” the elder Inquisitor said. “I would much rather have the Ordo Hereticus leave this matter to our own interrogators, but my own superiors felt otherwise.”

“I understand, my lord.” Mattias replied. “What would you have me do?”

“Lord Inquisitor Markos was on assignment in Northern Ultramar; he will likely reach your sector in a few days. Until then, continue with your search and confirm that the Tau are not looking to press into the Aquittus sector.”

“With recent movements of Hive Fleet Cetus, I think we have more to worry about than the Tau.” at this, the elder Inquisitor’s face grew stern.

“That is not a matter for you to be concerned about, Inquisitor Mattias. What matters is that you continue to probe the Tau threat.”

“And the Lord Inquisitor?”

“Inquisitor Markos is not of the Ordo Xenos; he may make all the suggestions he likes, but you have the command. And above all else, reserve your trust; Markos’ interrogations may say one thing, yet he may conceal information that could damage the position of the Ordo. Relay whatever he finds to me, and I shall instruct you further should any discrepancies arise. Is that clear?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good. Continue on and await the arrival of the Lord Inquisitor; I shall alert you to any superseding commands. The Emperor Protects.” Mattias bowed in respect as the last Lord Inquisitor faded from view. Once he was alone, he turned and stepped out of the communications alcove, appearing just outside the main command bridge. He paused for a moment before turning to his right and heading off down the hall, switching on his vox caster as he did so.

“Bridge.” a wizened voice answered.

“Captain, this is Inquisitor Velas,” Mattias replied, just to confirm his identity. “Return to our previous course and hold us there until further notice.”

“Yes, Lord Velas.”

“And tell our astropaths to send our location to the vessel bearing Lord Inquisitor Markos of the Ordo Hereticus.”

“It might take some time to locate the Lord Inquisitor...”

“Ultramar is his last known location. I will provide you with extra clearance if needed.”

“Thank you, Lord Velas. Will that be all?”

“For now. You have your orders; see that they are carried out.” With that Mattias clicked his vox off, tucking his hands in his robes as he ventured down the darkened halls of the Sanguinum Martyres. The cruiser hummed as the crew made their adjustments to return to course, the humming almost drowning out the soft chanting of litanies and hymns conducted by those not on duty. Had he felt it necessary to bring more than his own retinue, those hymns would have had hundreds of singers and would have filled the ship with sound, but this was a minimalist mission, nothing more.

But then, if the Ordo Hereticus’ worries were not unfounded, more of the Imperium’s soldiers would have been better to hold back the destruction that was sure to come.

...

Twilight approached Celestia’s palace at a slow trot. Never before had the castle been as foreboding as it was now silhouetted against the last remnants of night as the sun rose in the east, towers like spears raised for battle. Twilight shivered and forced her eyes forward, anything to keep her mind focused on the task ahead.

Even if that meant speculating just what kind of disaster Celestia was worried about.

Twilight ascended the flight of steps leading to the main doorway of the castle. The two Celestial Guards standing before it regarded her for a moment before giving a short nod, all the clearance Twilight needed to approach the door and give it a short push with her magic. Instead of the usual servant waiting to escort guests to the throne room, Twilight found herself standing before Princess Luna, the alicorn just as stern and collected as ever.

“Twilight Sparkle,” she said as Twilight stepped into the main hallway. “My sister asked me to escort you to her. Please follow me.” Twilight said nothing, just giving a short nod before falling in step behind Luna. The Princess of the Night led her past the throne room and further into the castle, with only the sound of her hooves clicking against the stone floor to keep her comfort.

“Princess Luna, can I ask you what’s going on?” Twilight started.

“You may, but I am not the one to provide you with any clear answers.” Luna replied, rounding a corner that led to a twisting flight of stairs. “Celestia has warned me of some coming disaster, but what that disaster is I cannot tell you. Rest assured that everything will be explained to you in due time.”

“Oh...” there was a long pause before Twilight spoke again. “I remember what she told me. About you, and her... old home. Is it something to do with that?”

“In a way, though it does not have to deal with my actions under the influence of Chaos... I hope.” Luna looked away for a moment. “It is passed, and the taint of Chaos no longer claws at my mind, but whenever I see that ponies still fear me, still resent me for what I did...” another pause before Luna shook her head. “It matters not. My sister is waiting.” Twilight’s jaw tightened as they neared the next door, which she recognized led to the room Princess Celestia had stored the Elements of Harmony in prior to Discord’s escape. The walls were lined with massive stained glass windows, each one depicting a significant event in Equestria’s history: Celestia’s rise to power, the first and second defeats of Nightmare Moon, and the second defeat of Discord, all shining as the morning sun beamed through the glass.

And standing in the center of the room was Celestia herself. Her normal regalia was gone, replaced instead by her old battle armor. It was massive, scratched from centuries of use yet still shined to a bright polish. Celestia’s neck was protected by a set of pauldrons, the right depicting a stylized etching of her cutie mark, the left a bird of prey with its talons ready to strike. At the base of her neck was a third image, that of a double-headed eagle with wings swept outward, as if ready to take flight. A large sword dangled from a clamp on Celestia’s side, the golden skull on the pommel staring off into space.

Twilight could not help but shudder. The last time she had seen Celestia dressed like this had not left a good impression in her mind, no matter how intriguing the story had been.

“Welcome, Twilight,” Celestia said, giving Twilight the best smile she could. “I suppose you’re wondering why I called you here today?”

“It... did cross my mind a few times.” Twilight replied. “You didn’t say much in your letter? Is Equestria under attack?”

“Not yet,” Celestia replied, her smile vanishing as she closed her eyes. “Refresh my memory; what have I told you about the nature of the Warp?”

“Well...” Twilight paused for a moment. “It’s the source of all magic, as well as a repository for emotions and souls of almost every living thing. If it gets too broiled and convoluted from strong emotions, daemons can spawn and break loose, but they can be banished with a bit of force.”

“Very good,” Celestia said. “But I see that you have forgotten that the Warp can also be used to send messages to other psychically attuned beings.”

“I-I suppose I did forget that.” Twilight mumbled, looking away from Celestia for a moment. “Sorry, Princess...”

“That’s quite alright, Twilight. It is one of the few things that I failed to teach you before your stay in Ponyville began,” Celestia turned away from Twilight for a moment. “And the Warp continues to surprise me, even; I have just learned that messages cannot only be sent across galaxies, but universes as well.” Twilight’s head snapped up as she blinked in surprise. She had no time to speak again before Celestia continued.

“Yesterday, I heard voices calling through the Warp, warning me of some coming disaster,” Celestia turned her head back towards Twilight. “Apparently, I was the only one to hear it, and what is more troubling is that it did not originate from Equestria, but from my old universe.”

“Who sent it?”

“Anyone that would be powerful enough to do something like this is dead or would wish to see me dead.” Celestia furrowed her brow and looked away again. “If your greatest enemy warns you of coming danger, what does that say of the coming disaster?” Twilight was silent for a long time, her eyes darting back and forth between Celestia and Luna. The younger sister had been silent since they had entered, her face a stony facade of control.

“So... what does this have to do with me?” Twilight asked. There was a pause before Celestia spoke again.

“Whatever awaits me, I must face it head on before it can harm or destroy Equestria.” Celestia turned to face Twilight fully before speaking again. “That is why I am going back to the Imperium of Mankind. And you are coming with me.”

“What?!” Twilight cried, jumping in place in surprise. “Princess you can’t just leave Equestria!”

“That’s what I said once she explained to me her plan,” Luna said. “She is quite convincing, though.”

“Twilight, Humanity cannot stand alone against a threat like this,” Celestia continued. “I adore Equestria, and would never abandon my ponies, but for all its faults I still care about the fate of Mankind. Even if I look at this from a pragmatic side, should Humanity fall Equestria may very well be next, and I do not believe we are ready for that kind of incursion.”

“But, what about us? What will we do when you go off to fight this... whatever it is?”

“Luna is more than capable of running Equestria in my absence,” Celestia looked towards the younger alicorn, whose stoic expression finally gave way to a quick smile. “And it is not like I intend to stay there forever, which is where you come in.”

“Me?” Twilight asked, taking a small step back.

“Every time I have crossed fully through the Warp, when I first came to Equestria and when I defeated the Windigoes, I had a conduit of power to enhance my own abilities and guide me through the Warp. On my own, I am not powerful enough to transport us through, but with another powerful magic user I should be able to pass through to the Imperium. Luna will act as a conduit to get us there-”

“And I’ll be the one to get us back.” Twilight finished, noting that Celestia’s only response was a nod. “But... what about Equestria? What about my friends?”

“Luna will let them know that I have asked you to join me on a journey that may take several months.” Celestia replied. “Your friends and loved ones will be taken care of, and I will make sure that you return to Equestria alive, Twilight.”

“But...” Twilight stammered. “But... this isn’t just like going to a new country. This is an entire universe, and you really haven’t told me enough to be prepared for this. What if I screw something up? What if somepony gets hurt and I can’t help them? What if-?”

“Twilight,” Twilight stopped her nervous rant as Celestia placed an armored hoof on her shoulder. “You are my personal student, and one of the most skilled unicorns I have ever had the privilege of training. With my guidance, I doubt there is anything you won’t be able to overcome.” Twilight chewed her lip, but as she looked up to Celestia, her mentor smiling down at her, Twilight’s fears began to slowly erode.

“Okay...” she said finally. “I th-think I can do it. Um... What next?”

“Luna and I will cast the spell that will take us to the Imperium.” Celestia took a step back from Twilight. “You will need to stay close to me and focus your energies, else you will be lost on the path we need to follow. And whatever you do, do not open your eyes; the images of the Warp are not meant for mortal minds to witness, and the best you can hope for if you do is that it will merely drive you insane.” Twilight gulped before stepping close to Celestia, her cheek brushing up against Celestia’s armor. She quickly closed her eyes, muscles straining as she did her best to keep them shut.

“Are you ready, sister?” Twilight heard Celestia say.

“Yes, Tia.” Luna replied. There was a pause before Twilight felt a shiver run down her back, her coat standing on end as ethereal energy washed over her. With a small whimper, she drew closer to Celestia, all but wrapping one foreleg around one of her mentor’s own.

“May you return to us soon,” Luna said. “I love you, Tia.”

“I love you too, Luna.”

And with that, Celestia and Twilight were cast into the Warp.

Author's Note:

And they're off!
If you haven't guessed already, this takes place around the end of Season 3, so "Magical Mystery Cure" didn't happen.

Sanguinium Martyres translates roughly to "Blood of Martyrs".

Home you enjoy the story. Likes and comments are appreciated, and if I screwed something up please let me know.

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