The Bronies Beyond The Star Adventure Series

by Supleted

B.B.T.S. Adventure #6: Departure

BBTS Adventure #6:

Departure

The pale gray pony, wrapped in a thin blanket, shivers inside the unheated metallic basement. Time had not treated her well; the infection on the stump here her glorious horn once was is beginning to take its toll on the poor alicorn, but without proper antibiotics, she could do nothing to stop the pathogens from seeping deep into her now fragile body. All she could do now is to sit on her straw mat of a bed, waiting patiently for a certain colt to emerge from the poorly-constructed operating room on the other side of the rusting steel wall. To distract her from this terrible situation, she closed her eyes in order to envision the times she once had in the rather-distant past:

Her name is Zailiner. Just two years ago, she was the co-ruler of clan that went by the name of Bronies Beyond the Stars, a rather popular clan of mostly brony bounty hunters that hunted down countless felons, evildoers as well as masterminds that tries to take over the Milky Way times and again. Their exploits were legendary, and she was amongst the greatest assets the clan has ever had. In fact, the only other pony that could have rivaled her was the leader of BBTS that went by the name of MoshiMoshi, a pink pony capable of wielding a pink bazooka bigger than even the colt himself. Together, the two leaders were unstoppable; they traversed across systems after systems, stomping out villains as they emerged, and kept the galaxy safe for those that seek to harm it. However, their exploits became their downfall, as certain organizations began to view them as a possibly hindrance to their mysterious plans for galactic domination. A mysterious organization that went by the name of the Syndicate decided to ambush them on a fateful night, and tore their space station asunder. Fortunately, most of the BBTS clan members managed to retreat through the escape pods, Zailiner herself included. However, Moshi failed to retreat from her own space station in time, and received the full brunt of an atomic explosion as her precious station blew to pieces. When the Syndicate retreated, and when the atomic radiation died down, Zailiner found Moshi’s charred, but breathing body amidst the wreckages of the space station, clinging desperately to the leaking oxygen supply just as his consciousness begins to fade. The gray alicorn managed to drag the charred warrior onto a nearby planet named A-Trixy prime just in time to receive news of the Syndicate’s victory over the entire galaxy; somehow, they have gained control of the majority of the galactic counsel, and, before anyone can react to this terrible news, they have outlawed all mercenaries and bounty hunters within the entire system. Anyone that dared to persecute criminals are being branded as criminal themselves, and those that dared to continue their spree of justice is hunted down by the syndicate’s private army. Being the wanted mares that she is, Zailiner could not take the badly injured Moshi to any hospitals, clinics or wards for fear of persecution, fortunately, she had located an illegitimate scientist who was willing to operate on Moshi, in order to make him better again. For two years, they hid underneath an abandoned bunker, collecting scraps and medicine in order to fix the dying colt bit, by bit, by bit. And in those two years, the world fell around poor as criminals ran rampant in the streets. With each passing day, the alicorn found her job to be increasingly difficult, as criminals and the government attacked her on sight. The countless bruises on her body aches, but she felt a breath of contention in her, because the illegitimate doctor had informed her of the possibility of Moshi finally waking up once more by the end of today’s surgery. With any luck, the great leader she once knew might finally re-awaken once more, and the two of them can finally-

The iron door made a sharp screech as it was heaved agape with some effort. A light-blue pony with a full head of muddled white hair, twitchy hooves, and a broken horn, coupled with a bloody lab coat as well as a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stepped out of the makeshift operating room.

The twitchy doctor spoke in a solemn tone: “Ah, yes, miss Zailiner. The operation has reached its conclusion; you may come in now.”

“Oh for Celestia’s sake, how is he doing doc?” Zailiner asked in a rather wispy tone.

“Oh, I think that’s for you determine, yes?” The doctor calmly motioned for the alicorn to enter the operating room. “I think I did a… rather wonderful job, with all the equipment that I was supposed to… improvise with. Come inside and have a look; I think you will either be pleasantly surprised, or try to kill me; either way is fine, eh?”

The pale-gray mare shed her ragged blanked and tried her best to stumble over into the operating room. For two years, she has poured her heart into reviving the charred warrior, and now her efforts are finally about to be paid off. Her eyes are feeling woozy just from standing up, but she could see him, on the operating table, sleeping.

“Finally, after all these years; we’re finally together again.” With the infection coursing through her arteries, Zailiner felt a sudden drop in her blood sugar.

“Um, Miss Zailiner, you don’t look quite that well there.” The light-blue doctor reached out his hooves right as the pale-gray mare began to collapse into the operating floor. “Perhaps you should take a tiny break, yes?”

“Ha… me and moshi, we’re the best team ever.” The gray mare struggled to keep her eyes open for long as physically possible. “When we’re together again, we’ll be unstoppable. Put a thousand syndicate scums between us, and we’ll kick them all the way… back to their mama crying. Yeah… after all these time, we’re finally together again… we’ll be… unstoppable….

Once….

More....”

The light-blue colt carried the unconscious mare back into her hay-bed, and covered her with her near-torn blanket. “You just rest now, Miss Zailiner; I know exactly what to do with Moshi, and exactly what to say to him.” The light-blue colt gently pushed the operating door shut, and picked up a tarnished cattle prod from the end table.

“Given the circumstances, I did the best I could. There are times where I wondered about the dangers of using an rusty scalpel, or a recycled syringe needle, but this tough son-of-a-colt managed to sit through all those operations in one piece.” The blue colt bent down, and plugged the extension cord that connected to the near-broken cattle prod into the electrical socket below the blood-stained operating table. The cattle-prod sparked itself to life akin to firework, spraying the sparks through the metallic room.

“I COULD wait until you wake up through natural means” The blue doctor colt raised the cattle prod high up into the air, “but that’s simply too mundane and, frankly, boring. And since Miss Zailiner isn’t here to stop me, why not start this thing with a bit of dramatic flair?”

With a sudden thrust, the mad doctor jabbed his unconscious patient with the active cattle prod.

“Wakey Wakey, eggs and Moshi!”

A strong jolt of energy coursed through Moshi’s newly-constructed body, waking up all of his cells within his body. The colt rose up with a horrifying scream, all of his memories from two years ago rushed back into his cranium all at once, causing a sudden jolt of intense spasm throughout his being. Moshi screamed louder than he ever did, rising up from underneath his surgical covers, as if waking up from a horrifying nightmare. It wasn’t until about an entire minute after his unwarranted shock therapy had he realized his disposition; he is no longer familiar with his surroundings.

With a puzzled look on his face, the clan leader turned to the only blue colt in the room, and inquired:

“Alright, I’ll be frank; where in Tartarus are all my crew members? Are they hurt?”

The blue colt was rather taken back by his blunt and rather unconventional queries. “You know, the first thing ponies generally ask when waking up form a two-year coma inside of an abandoned and very much run-down makeshift operation room are usually in the tones of ‘where am I?’ and less in terms of ‘what happened to the rest of my mercenary buddies?’” The twitchy doctor sauntered toward his bloody end-table, and retrieved a surprisingly well-preserved green-rimmed hand-mirror from the drawer with the least amount of rust caked on it. He held up the mirror, as steadily as he possibly could, and gently shoved it unto his patient.

“My name is Franswicz,” the blue twitchy colt announced. “Despite operating on you for two whole years, you may NOT call me a doctor, for I simply don’t have the license for it.”

The twitchy doctor motioned for Moshi to gaze upon the mirror in his hands. “Your friend found your charred and barely living body and carted it out to me for repairs. For two years, I have been collecting certain… parts from those who no longer needs them, in order to patch you up as best as I ponily could. However, I don’t have the correct body parts in order to make you back to what you once were, and so, you may find yourself to be a bit… altered.”

Moshi gazed back into the mirror, and saw an image he was not quite expecting. The pony that stared back at him had a light-green skin from head to hoof, and a head of deep-green mane. However, the pair of surprises that shocked him the most are the two functional Pegasus wings firmly planted unto his back.

“I’m… a Pegasus now?!” Moshi rubbed his hooves against his sturdy wings in an attempt to dispel this “illusion”.

“Ah, yes. They were… harvested from your sympathizers, for you see, there were more of us before you woke up. However, we fought against the Syndicate with stones and planks. All of the others gave their lives in order to keep you safe; and when they died, they offered me the resources necessary to-“

“To bring me back.” Moshi completed the doctor’s sentence in a rather solemn voice. “They died to protect me; their blood is on my hands.”

“Yes, well, don’t beat yourself up for this… minor setback. What matters is that you are alive, and capable of fighting against the plague cast upon the galaxy.” Doctor Franswicz gave the newly-formed Pegasus a lift down onto the ground. “In the two years that you are in a coma, the organization that crippled your base took over the galactic counsel, and made ponies like you into criminal.”

The doctor consolidated the last of his items into a cloth bag, and heaved it onto his back. “Now that you are capable of walking again, we can finally plan our next moves without having to worry about leaving this place undefended. The Syndicate is bearing down on us, but we have planned a way out of this rock. There’s an industrial-sized news cruiser landing here tonight; you and I are going to hijack the ship, and all of us can blast off form this Celestia-forsaken planet before the feds came down onto us like a pack of-“

“Woah, hold on just a minute here!” Moshi interrupted the old colt before he could have finished his thought process. “I am NOT going to hurt innocent civilians just to make things right again! Two wrongs don’t make a right, and I’m not the kind of pony that will hurt others for no reason!”

“Oh, but I’m afraid you do.” The doctor lifted the unconscious alicorn up from her hay stack, and plopped her down into the operating table. Moshi was rather shocked to see his oldest of friend lying down on the operating table, bruised and battered beyond a normal pony’s tolerance, an infection brewing up from the sawed-off stump that was once her prized alicorn horn. He could not help but to utter:

“What the?! Just what in Tartarus happened to her?!”

“Yes, well, about that….” Franswicz averted his gaze from the wounded and unconscious alicorn, “She sustained those bruises whilst getting the supplies for your surgery; but I was the one who cut off her horn-

A red mist came upon Moshi, and with a quick flex of his hooves, the raging green Pegasus pinned the twitchy doctor to a nearby steel wall.

“You better give me a darned good reason for cutting off her horn, right here, right now!”

“I had no choice!” The doctor trembled as he stared at Moshi’s second front hoof pointing straight at him. “By the time your bleeding body was carted into my house, you are nothing less than a pile of smoked flesh! It took us a miracle to bring you back, a miracle… that is that alicorn’s horn!”

The twitchy doctor can already see Moshi’s intense brows tightening ever further despite his best efforts to explain his motives.

“The alicorn horn is now inside of you; not only can you use the wings of a Pegasus, you can also utilize the alicorn’s powers to your own devices! And now, she is suffering from a huge infection, but as long as you stick to the plan, and hijack that news cruiser, we can get the antibiotics from the med-bay, and treat her so she can-”

Before the mad doctor could have finished his speech, Moshi’s hoof landed squarely on the side of the doctor’s jaws. “And that’s your twisted sense of justification for hurting my best friend?! I’d rather die than to make her suffer like some sort of animal!”

“She was the one who told me to do this! She wanted to suffer, so you can live!”

Despite the doctor’s incessant pleas, Moshi was relentless with his punches.

“I didn’t call for this to happen! People DIED because of me! My friends suffered because of me! And now… now you want me to ruin more people’s lives in order to save my dying friend! This is messed up! Everything is messed up!”

Suddenly realizing what he had done, the green Pegasus’ hooves stopped, and he backed away from the bruised doctor, and retreated to a corner of the room. Franswicz can taste the metallic scent of blood dripping from his cut lips; he wiped his mouth with his hooves as he rose up from the dusty floor.

“Moshi, I agree with you. Nothing in this world is what it used to be, but unless you have the guts to do what has to be done, things will remain this way for a good, long time.”

The blue colt extended hooves toward the green Pegasus: “If you refuse to make more sacrifices, the ponies that died for you would have died for naught; so, unless you want to nullify the work all of us have invested into you, I believe the two of us have some work to do.”

Moshi could not take his eyes off his sleeping comrade lying face-up on the operating table. After what seemed to be an eternity of silence, the Pegasus rose form the ground, and gently carried his best friend on his back. The Pegasus turned his gaze toward the weathered doctor, and uttered:

“Fine. I guess it’s high time we get out of here.”

A wave of nausea and headache forced the gray alicorn to open her eyes. Zailiner found herself on the back of a peculiar green Pegasus, with a weathered blue colt toting a dusty bag lagging close behind. The Pegasus gently turned his head toward the pathogen-infested alicorn, and assured her:

“Don’t worry Zail. We’ll get you some medicine; you’ll be alright in no time.”

“Moshi… you’re alright!” Zailiner immediately realized the identity of the always-reliable clan leader. “And… you’re a Pegasus! That’s a surprise to me!”

“Let’s keep our voices down,” Franswicz warned the chatting duo. “We’re close to the cruiser’s landing point.”

“By the Luna, is it that time already?” Zailiner struggled to pull free from the green Pegasus’ back, only found her already worn-out muscles to be uncooperative. “Crud; I’m not ready for this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Moshi tried his best to console his pale companion. “Me and Doc there will take care of it, won’t we now?”

“For the last time, I am not a legitimate doctor! But save your squabbling for now; we’re here.”

The blue colt heaved himself over the stony rubble that was once a sturdy skyscraper. The once bustling city was reduced to ruins after two years of warfare; the mighty stadium, now reduced to patches of grass and broken walls, became one of only places of the city not filled with tons of rubble, and is now being used as a makeshift landing spot for the few ships that manages to take the time and stop in this soiled corner of the galaxy. The trio made their way into the outer edge of the stadium, where they took cover behind a piece of broken-down bleacher seats that happened to broke off during what seemed to be a mortar assault on the stadium itself.

“Alright, we’re hidden.” The doctor calmly assured his teammates. “The security around here has gone to the dirt ever since the war broke out, so with any luck, we should be able to-

The stadium suddenly came to life as a dozen of the stadium’s former floodlights poured their rays of photon unto the dead, yellow grass below. Moshi shielded his eyes from the intense light squeezing its way into his cornea. Just as he adjusted his vision to see in the intense flood of lights, the green Pegasus spotted a rather rotund middle-aged mule in a sleazy tuxedo, standing on his two hind legs on the ruins of the stadium stage, closely followed by what seemed to be a huge mechanical knight holding a colossal trident made out of a bluish metallic ore.

“Ah! Welcome to the stadium my rebel friends!” The sleazy mule spoke in a rather relaxed manner: “My name is Edward Pullington, and I am the mayor of this cozy little city that you have tainted with your… bile.” He pulled out what seemed to be a imitation cigar, and placed it into his gaping mouth in an attempt to display a certain air of fanciness. “I realized that you were looking for a specific… how you say, news cruiser, which was supposed to land here, no? Well, unfortunately for you three, an anonymous do-gooder tipped me off to your nefarious deeds, and I have managed to delay the cruiser’s entry by about 24 hours, which leaved me plenty of time to deal with the lot of you, and have time to scrape your dead bodies off the stadium ground; wouldn’t want the press to give our little planet a bad reputation, now would we now?”

The chubby mule motioned toward the mechanical goliath accompanying him: “Alex! Dispose of them, but make sure to get the head of that gray one! Her head fetches a great price on the syndicate bounty board, much more than the two nobody friends, that’s for sure!”

“I shall comply.” The steel giant answered the mule without hesitation. With one mighty stomp, the hulking golem leapt into the air, and landed itself right between the trio and the gap in the stadium wall where the three of them came in. The metallic creature pulled out his blue trident, and turned the pointy tips of the trident toward Moshi and his companions.

“This isn’t good!” Moshi screamed at the doctor. “We need to fall back! Fighting against an ambush won’t help us here!”

“That’s not going to work!” The doctor replied. “That metal man is creating an invisible force field that will keep us from escaping! But fortunately, he was a former ally to us! I believe we can ask him to join us if you can just put down Miss Zailiner for a moment and help me convince-“

“Out of the question!” Moshi gave the doctor a stern and swift reply. “So, all we have to do is to beat this guy, right? Well, me and Zailiner are more than a match for this freak of nature!”

Zailiner can feel a wave of magical energy radiating into her all the way from Moshi’s hooves. The alicorn energy planted inside of him is feeding her a stream of magical energy, making her magically powerful, for the time being.

“I was never one for magic, but I think we can do this!” A drop of tear fell down the gray mare’s face, as the legendary duo are back in action once more. “Alright Moshi! I’ll worry about the long ranged attacks; you focus on giving him a dose of your close combat!”

“Interesting.” The trident knight replied. “Do you really think long-ranged attacks will inflict any form of damage to a person such as myself-“

The knight instinctively shielded his face just as a blast of alicorn energy blasted him squarely in the face. Before he had time to lower his dense armored arms however, the duo appeared right behind him, and the knight felt a hefty kick right to the side of his ribcage. This proved to be more than futile however, as the metallic goliath made a steep turn, and the pony duo felt the cold embrace of the blue trident, as he swung the massive thing by a whole 360 degrees. Moshi was brutally knocked far into the air, only to stop mid-air due to his newly-found wings.

“Ow! That stung!” Moshi took one of his hands from carrying Zailiner and rubbed his bruised sides. “This guy hits hard… way harder than anyone I’ve ever faced!”

“We need to change our tactics.” Zailiner consoled the green Pegasus. “He’s no ordinary opponent, but he has to have a weakness! Let’s do a few hit-and-runs and see how far that takes us!”

“Negative.” The knight spoke in a mechanical tone. “I will not allow you to test me. Prepare to be annihilated.”

The two ponies flapped their wings in unison and circled around the oversized knight, launching flurries of magical bolts which bounced off every single inch of steel on his armor. The steel knight seemed to have lost his patience with the duo; with one huge swing of his throwing arm, he sent his gigantic blue trident spinning into the air, flying towards the duo.

“Moshi! Strafe left!” The green Pegasus swung himself to the side just in time to avoid the spinning trident, only to find himself fixated in mid-air, unable to flap his wings.

“Crap!” Zailiner shouted in astonishment. “He’s trapped us… in some sort of eastern magic! I can’t stop it!”

The metallic knight lifted his hands upward, and, with a flick of his wrist, the blue trident changed its trajectory, and began spinning toward the helpless and weakened alicorn strapped behind the valiant Pegasus.

“Zail! Watch out!” Moshi barely had the time to utter those words from his lips before feeling the coldness of the trident coming right behind him-

“W-what is the meaning of this!?” The blubbery mule looked in bewilderment as a tiny blue cat creature seemingly plopped out of nowhere, and slammed the trident right down into the ground. “Alex! What are you doing!? Stop them! Stop them all!”

“A minor setback.” The steel knight tried his best to retain his composure. “I will simply eliminate you before putting the alicorn’s head on a pike-

“Impossible. Someone… someone is canceling out my powers-

Moshi felt a wave of relief as the enigmatic force that kept him into the air dissipated, and he gently floated down toward the ground.

“What are you doing you oaf!” The mule frantically leapt up into the air as the rebels before him are being freed for whatever force that once kept them paralyzed. “Take them out! If they so much as to hurt my chances of getting a good review from that news cruiser, I will have your metal head! Do you hear me Alex?! Stop them RIGHT NOW!”

The steel knight looked toward the blue cat clutching his prized trident like a plush toy. “No. You are not the one responsible for freeing them. Reveal yourself this instant.”

“Not bad.” A blue-and-dark dog-like warrior appeared right behind the blue cat creature. “It’s just too bad I possess the same eastern power as you have; otherwise, we’d be defenseless against you.”

The steel knight was not amused by this sudden change of events. “I don’t kill unnamed foes. Identify yourselves!”

The blue-and-dark warrior raised his hands into the air, and stretched out his legs in a standard eastern-battle stance. “I am the knight of Aura; I was trained in over 200 martial arts, all of them capable of putting quite a nice dent in that suit of yours.”

“And I am Shinx!” The bluish cat proudly proclaimed. “I like salads and long walks never, but I think that’s beside the point; we are both proud members of the proud BBTS, and you’d better watch out; you’ve got some nerve fighting an injured mare like this, and we’re going to dish it all right back at you!”

“A likely story.” With yet another flick of his arm, the blue trident popped out of the cat’s tiny paws, and flew right into the knight’s hand. “My power still exceeds yours; try as you might, you cannot defeat me now, not with the state you are in as of now.” The knight pointed his trident toward the team of four: “This little farce had gone on long enough; I shall end this-

A sudden burst of realization struck the metallic knight as he briefly pondered about the mechanism that brought about these fighters to him. He could feel the stadium receiving much more light than the floodlights can pump out. The knight looked up to the darkened sky, and noticed the colossal cruiser that was flying over the stadium, the lights fixed on the bottom of the ship radiating its intense burst of light down onto the weathered stadium ground.

“What is the meaning of this?!” The chunky mayor stared at the gigantic space ship hovering overhead. “I thought I told them to come in tomorrow!”

The gigantic shutter mounted on the bottom of the cruiser began to slide open, as Moshi, Zailiner and the doctor found themselves shrouded in a warm, bright light, and in the process of being lifted into the ship.

“The cruiser we’re supposed to hijack is actually helping us?!” Zailiner uttered in disbelief, looking down only to see the metallic knight advancing toward them with the gigantic blue trident.

“Oh no you don’t!” The dog-warrior made a swift decision, picking up the blue cat creature beside him, and chucked it toward the mechanical warrior.

“Too easy!” The metallic knight attempted to deflect the incoming projectile with a mighty swing of his trident, only to have the blue furry creature sticking right on the trident’s neck.

“Excuse me sir,” the blue cat inquired, “have you accepted the church of electrocution?”

The knight felt a jolt of energy coursing through his entire being as the clue cat sent several Giga-volts of electrical energy through the conductive trident. Try as hard as he might, the knight’s metallic armor was unable to resist pure electricity from reaching his veins. For what seemed to be the first time in a long, long time, the knight shrieked in pain, as he forcibly ripped the blue cat from his armor, and flung him across the worn-out court. With that done, the knight armed his trident once more, only to find his Pegasus targets disappearing into the ship.

“Well, this was certainly unexpected.” Franswicz attempted to fix his frizzled white hair before getting a better look at his new surroundings. This news cruiser seemed to have been fully modified for open warfare; drones of ponies, humanoids and other creatures alike donned the attire that donned the unmistakable label of “BBTS”.

“Friend of yours, Moshi?”

For a few seconds, the Pegasus seemed to be frozen with glee. He could see most of his old friends, trotting about the cruiser as if life for each of them has returned to a time before their precious space station blew up. The green Pegasus leapt straight amidst the crowd, shaking and hugging each and every one of their former friends that he saw. Most of them a more surprised to see this strange green Pegasus being unreasonable friendly to them; although all of them are more than glad to see their precious co-leader, harmed but alive, resting comfortably on his back.

Moshi’s spree of rampant hugs was interrupted by a certain news personality approaching from within the bridge.

“At first, we thought it’ll be a fool’s errand to go against the Syndicate; but I believe, with you on our side, we may just be able to do this.”

The rather livid news cast stopped right in front of the green Pegasus as well as the worn-out alicorn, and extended his hand toward them in good faith.

“Hi there, Steven Flex, news anchor, TV personality, and an ally to your cause. It’s been too long, Miss Zailiner, and you too, Moshi.”

The green Pegasus, upon hearing his name, slammed his right hoof smack in the news cast’s hand. “Honestly, you were the LAST person I expected to save my sorry hide. I guess we’re even… you know, from THAT time.”

A more than satisfied grin spread across Steven’s face as he began to recount his side of the story: “Ever since you disappear about two years ago, the galaxy had gone mad, and that’s why I’ve decided to bring my own special brand of justice back into the system, and, with just a bit of luck, I managed to convince my supervisor at galactic studios to pay for a special trip across the galaxy. For the last two years, I have been traversing across the galaxy on this news cruiser, exploring exotic places under the guise of doing a news cast, while secretly gathering up BBTS members that became stranded when they’ve fled the space station. I managed to gather several members just by happenstance, but I’ve somehow managed to convince an oracle to help me on my search. With the oracle’s help, I’ve been able to locate lost BBTS members with ease; I was also informed of your location, and the changes that had been done to one very special pony. I have nearly located all of your lost friends, but I believe we have a more pressing matter at hand. You’ve suffered through much, Moshi; let us bring your alicorn friend into the medic bay so we can apply some antibiotics and I can show you around the ship a bit before we-

The news cast finally noticed the blue doctor colt standing close to the teleporting station; he seemed to become rather pale, sweating profusely and twitching a whole lot more than usual. “Well, we’d better get your doctor friend into the med bay as well, come, friend; let’s get you lying down on one of those soft hospital beds before we-

“WE CAN’T!” The doctor sharply exclaimed, “Uh, I, I mean we can’t relax just yet; that metallic knight fellow we fought before was a friend; he just need a bitof convincing to fight for our cause!”

“Plus,” Moshi added, “He also have a force field that prevents us from leaving too!”

“A force field?” Steven inquired. “Well, our sensors didn’t find any of these force fields right now; perhaps he turned it off?”

The blue doctor began sweating even more as he fiddled with his words: “Look! I… I need to stop him, I mean, to convince him to join us, alone; you can’t come with me. I’m sure this will be quick, plus, this planet has no defenses against space ships, so, if you could all just give me about 5 minutes to convince the guy to come back with us….”

“Are you sure about that” Moshi questioned the unnerved colt. “That guy was pretty dangerous; maybe we should let Aura come with you, so he can dispel his weird eastern magic that he-

“Just wait for me!” The doctor screamed at the crew before pressing hard against the “descend” button inside one of the teleporter chambers. A beam of light threw him onto the dry grass beneath, and the panicking blue colt made a mad dash toward the broken-down town hall. Soon as he was certain he was outside earshot of the allies back on the cruiser, the twitchy doctor began spewing all forms of swear and curse words, condemning every single pony inside of the cruise ship, as well as their ancestors and all their possible descendants. He tore through the empty streets, cursing with every single step he took. He sprang the broken double doors of the office building wide open, ran past the empty, guard-less halls of justice, and darted right into the only lit office in the entire building, violently swinging the office door open, revealing the mayor and the knight, sitting side by side, their conversation frozen mid-sentence due to this appearance of a twitchy intruder.

“Wha-what is the meaning of this?!” The mule of a mayor demanded. “The nerve of you rebels! The very nerve of you to intrude on my personal office! Alex! Kill this lout! Poke him with your… spear thing and roast him over a fire! Make mincemeat out of this… Alex?! Are you even listening to me? Alex!”

The steel knight did not respond. He simply sat there, silent and motionless, staring at the mad and loosely sane blue doctor of a pony. The poor creatures trembled in a mix of rage and disappointment, barely latching onto the door to keep himself from collapsing onto the office floor. Beads of sweat and refuse clung to his dangling white hair, dripping down as the doctor gasped for breath. The mule and the knight stared in solemn silence for what seemed to be minutes on end, before the quivering clown of a doctor finally began to speak.

“For two years, two, long and arduous years, our plan went without a hitch. Nobody caught on to us, or even suspected us. One by one… we killed off all the ponies that stood by him, fought for his ideals. Heck, we even managed to get that fat, disgusting pig of an alicorn to give up the only thing of value on her just so we can beef him up, making him unstoppable. We could have manipulated him; we could have made him into our greatest asset. All that was left to be done… was for you to kill her tonight. That overweight, pus-covered, ingratiating, ugly, spoiled, dreadful, stupid wench! We set up the perfect trap, and lured them right into it. If we would have killed that dribbling, hornless, BRAINLESS waste of space, he would have been ours to control, to do as we please. We could have had a GOD at our command, but thanks to that oaf of a reporter who literally came out of thin air, both him and that, that repulsive sub-creature are now under the influence of an army of… them! …I should have done it. I should have strangled her when I had the chance. She was just sleeping there, this morning, right before he woke up. All I needed to do, was to place both my hooves on that, that revolting mare, and twist her blubbery, grimy neck until she was blue in the face- no, until she was purple, until her sickly, big, red eyes popped out of her eye socket like a, a-

The twitchy blue colt suddenly found himself unable to draw breath, due to a sharp piece of the trident’s head somehow became lodged inside of his abdomen, piercing his diaphragm, nearly ripping it in two. The metallic knight leaned in close to the colt as he desperately moved his jaws in a failed attempt to draw breath, and watched as the doctor’s face contorted due to the cold piece of steel penetrating his entire being.

“And just so you know,” The knight whispered, “I actually thought she was kinda cute.”

With one forceful jerk, Alex pulled his giant trident out of the dying doctor, and watched as his former conspirator slumped to the floor. With that done, the metal knight stepped over the fresh corpse, and began marching out the door.

The fat mule is rather perplexed at his body guard’s motives. “Wait, just where do you think you are going? Come back and help me with this corpse!”

Without turning his head, the knight spoke to his former employer for the last time:

“Sorry mayor, but I think I’m going to take a walk. That green guy, he has potential, and once he gets used to that new body of his, he is going to be a force to be reckoned with.” And with that, he began waltzing away from the office filled with drying blood.

“It’s been fun; I think I’ll work on my moves a bit more; can’t lose to him on account of lack of effort, now can I?”

Achievement Unlocked: I thought she was cute, too

“There is but one more thing you needed to do before the night is done,” Steven guided the green Pegasus a
s they walked toward the bridge of the cruiser. “We managed to retrieve the internal black box of your space station from your wreckage, and deciphered the emergency signal the station sends out to alert all the members of troubles, and to inform the members of the current location of the station. We’ve integrated the very signal into our own ship, and, if you were to press that big red button in the middle of the master control panel, our ship would send out a signal throughout the galaxy that will not only alert all the remaining clan members of your where-about, it will also let the Syndicate, as well as the rest of the galaxy realize that justice didn’t really die. Now, Moshi, you don’t have to press that button if you really don’t feel up to the task, we are equipped to take on the Syndicate in a, more covert manner. And yet, I think I already knew what your response shall be.”

Moshi leaned over the master control panel, his face reflected from the shiny red button sitting neatly amidst all the complex levers and switches. The face that looked back at him was no longer the happy pink pony clan master that he once remembered; rather, it is that of a nameless green Pegasus possessing nothing but the skin on his body.

“And so, it begins again.”

*click*.

Dear Clan Leader Moshi:

It took us two years to build you back together. We scrapped together the best parts we could possibly find, and infused them, along with an alicorn horn into your very being, in order to create the perfect fighting machine. However, I now realize that the thing that made you powerful was not your implant wings, nor your enhanced muscle, or even that rare and precious alicorn horn nestling inside of you. You have will power, and with that will power, you can exceed even the body you have today, and fight amongst the gods. I look forward to meeting you again someday, when all of the bureaucracy is done and over with. Let’s have a rematch then, just the two of us.

Sincerely,

Alex

Comments

[alexthefish357]

i have a question, is the knight (Alex) a human, gillian, robot, or something else because i myself am not entirely sure. (i hope he is a gillian in battle armor :3) anyways, i love the story due to its cleverness and comedy. hope to see more!

[grimness]

always fun to see our fic go further ( im grimness btw)
will you be using the oc's that are more recently added to the op in the next chapter?

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1586235 I intentionally left out the details because I need the flexibility to give the character the personality that I want, but also to not make it into something that the OC's owner would not like; being vague usually pleases everyone if it is not noticed by anyone.

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1589296 That page in front? I'll have to take a look at it since the end is near in ways more than one.