My Brave Pony Starfleet Humans STARFLEET EVENTS

by DakariKingMykan

Prologue: Human Lightning Dawn

PROLOGUE

In California, several men, dressed in burglar outfits, slunk about the streets, ducking out of sight whenever anyone came near, and finally, they made it to the boat docks where a speedboat was waiting for them.

They boarded it and headed far out to sea, and rendezvoused with a large yacht that belonged to their boss. A very rich and greedy looking man dressed in a gangster’s suit and smoking a cigar.

“Ya got it, boys?”

“Sure, thing boss.” said one of the thugs, and he handed him a briefcase.

The boss opened it revealing not money, not jewels, but a sacred stone tablet with ancient writing on it.

The boss grinned and then asked “Did anyone give ya trouble?”

“Nah, it was easy-peasy.” said a thug.

Recently, a team of paleontologists were digging for dinosaur bones believed to be in the area. Though they didn’t find any, they did find the ancient tablet, which they intended to donate to the museum, but the thugs ambushed the team on their way to the nearest museum.

They beat up the archeologists, damaged their cars, leaving them stranded, and made off with the tablet to bring back to their boss.

“Look at that thing, it’s gotta be worth at least a hundred-million.” said a thug.

The boss snickered “Maybe, and I’ll settle for nothin’ less… than a hundred-billion!”

He and his men shared a laugh at the thought of such blackmail, except the guy on the end. He also didn’t look as big and as burly as the other thugs.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” asked the boss “You don’t think that’s funny.”

The dude didn’t answer, nor did he remove his burglar mask.

The boss immediately pulled off the dude’s mask, and revealed him to be a young adult male, in his early twenties, with peach colored skin, and two-toned brown hair that stuck up.

The other men already didn’t recognize him, and reached for their guns, but the guy swiftly spun and kicked them all out of their hands, and then swiped the briefcase with the tablet in it.

“Thanks for the souvenir!” he called as he dashed for the deck.

“Get that punk!” shouted the boss.

The men started to chase the man down, and all got out their spare guns and began to shoot at him, forcing the guy to leap over behind a stack of steel crates and barrels.

“Get him!”

“He’s over there!”

Thinking quickly, the man kicked one of the barrels over which spilt oil onto the deck.

The men slipped and skidded along the slippery deck. Two of them fell over the side and into the water; another two conked their heads on the walls and fell unconscious.

The boss stopped in his tracks, and whistled loud.

The guy, thinking he was home free, began to run for it, but as soon as he turned the corner, he ran smack into another gaggle of thugs that grabbed him and punched him hard, and then held him tightly, and snatched the briefcase from him.

The boss came up to the group and looked the man in the eyes, finally able to identify him.

“Well, well, never thought I’d ever meet you, Lightning Dawn.”

Lightning grinned sarcastically and scorned “Pleasure’s all mine, McGavin!”

McGavin grinned and took the briefcase back. He checked inside, and the tablet was still safe. “Ya know ya shouldn’t be goin’ takin’ other people’s properties, boy. Could end up in a whole heap of a mess.”

Lightning’s features hardened “That sounds rich coming from you.”

He explained how he witnessed his men robbing from the archeologists, and after secretly calling the police and paramedics to help them, without being seen, he decided that since he couldn’t help the archeologists, and that they would be fine despite their injuries, he ambushed one of McGavin’s men and snuck in with the group to steal the tablet back. For such a fine artifact belonged in a museum, and not in the hands of a crooked, greedy gangster.

“All the people you’ve hurt, killed, blackmailed. People like you make me sick.”

McGavin moved in closer to him “Yeah? Well, I got just the cure for ya…” then he instructed his boys “Toss him over the side. Let him swim home.”

“But boss, can’t we just shoot him?”

McGavin’s feature’s hardened. “I said toss him! It’ll be more painful if he can swim that far. Besides, I want him alive so he can live knowing that he failed. The great Lightning Dawn finally blew one.”

He laughed as he walked off, and the thugs dragged a struggling Lightning right to the edge of the yacht to throw him overboard.

When suddenly, a robin came soaring down from out nowhere and attacked one of the thugs in back of his head, startling the guy, and making him jump, giving Lightning the chance to bite one of the other thugs’ hand, and stomp on other’s foot, and kick the last one over the ledge.

Now free, Lightning began to fight back, but he stopped a moment to gaze back at the bird, that gazed back at him. “Perfect timing, Krysta; as usual.”

The robin chirped at him, and then Lightning dashed straight for McGavin, tackling him to the ground and making him drop the briefcase and his lit cigar!

McGavin struggled to fight back and grabbed his gun, but Lightning punched his hand knocking the gun away, and punched McGavin hard in the face.

He jumped off him, grabbed the gun and the briefcase and dashed off.

“Stop him!” shouted McGavin.

All his thugs began to chase after him, and leapt out one-by-one trying to ambush him, but he just punched and kicked them out of the way.

The other thugs grabbed their guns and began to shoot at him. He slipped around a corner to avoid the bullets, and then looked up at the large flag atop the yacht.

He fired his own gun the grommets, breaking the ropes and causing the flag to fall on the men. They all fussed and fidgeted about. Only one thug was still free and chased Lightning to the edge of the yacht.

The two engaged in a struggle for the briefcase, but Krysta flew in and yanked on the thugs hair with her talons, making him let go, and Lightning punched him hard and down.

With that settled, Lightning jumped into one of the speedboats, and launched it off the yacht with Krysta on his shoulder and the briefcase safely in hand.

He revved the engine hard and managed to get away… just in time.

The soft breeze and the rocking of the waves caused McGavin’s cigarette to fall into the oil spill on the deck, and the yacht burst into flames, forcing all the men to jump overboard.

The coast guard arrived shortly after which, and came to arrest any and all survivors.

All the men were stripped of all their weapons and tied up tightly.

Suddenly, one of the cops noticed the briefcase on the deck of his boat.

He looked inside, and there was the tablet, still in one piece thanks to the special protectiveness of the casing.

“Where did this come from?” the man wondered, but he couldn’t see or hear too much, with the brightness of the flaming yacht and the noise from all the other boats.

Lightning had cleverly slipped the briefcase onto the boat and then road off across the sea in his stolen boat.

“Well, now things should get back to normal, thanks to us. Eh, Krysta?”

Krysta chirped twice.

“Well, let’s on home.” said Lightning “I think I’ve had enough vacation for one adventure.”

And not too far away from him, about twenty miles off the coast of California was Mystic Island, where he lived and worked… when he wasn’t out being some mystery hero.

MY BRAVE PONY
STARFLEET HUMANS

STARFLEET EVENTS

(Credits play)

As the credits played, news articles were shown of McGavin and his gang being captured, the archeologists being saved, and the tablet being recovered, but not a single article had any information who the person who did all this was.

Other shots showed of other heroic deeds Lightning had done…

-Thwarting Bank Robberies.
-Saving ladies from getting mugged.
-Even standing up to a whole biker-gang.

Just basic, everyday heroic deeds.

Yet, each and every heroic deed he did, he made sure to flee so nobody would see him, or that his face would not be plastered all over the news and things like that.

...But he was not always like this.

Eighteen years ago, Lightning Dawn, who was only five, lost in parents in a terrible car accident…

They driving along a simple road, when a gang no-good bully boys speeding right past them and decided to tease the family by throwing a beer can through the window at Lightning’s mother, hitting her, and she freaked, which caused her husband to freak, and he lost control of the car, driving it straight off the road and down a hill.

In the midst of it, Lightning’s seatbelt broke, and he was thrown out of the car through his open window as it tumbled and rolled.

The car exploded, and claimed the lives of both his parents. He was found and rescued by the paramedics and his wounds were treated.

Sadly, with no other living relatives, he was sent to orphanage. It was a fairly nice place, with very nice managers, and the other orphans were nice too, Lightning made a few friends with many orphans, but sadly they were forced to part ways when the children were adopted.

He was never lucky enough to be adopted like most of the other children, that was very painful for Lightning, and he felt very alone, missing his friends.

The more the children were adopted, the more friends he lost, and the more his sadness increased.

So he spent lots of his time alone studying and observing in archology, exploring, and even battle strategies from the wars of history.

Lightning continued to live at the orphanage until he got a job as a janitor in a movie theater, and an extra part-time job as a dishwasher at the local diner.

He managed to make enough money to rent himself a simple, unfurnished loft in town. He would use whatever money he made to buy food for himself, some decent clothes, and a sleeping bag. He also didn’t use the lights and water so much, which helped keep his bills and his rent low and easier to pay.

Still, the years he spent being alone without many friends led to bitterness, frustration, and deep emotional trauma. Still, he wasn’t sure if he was willing to make friends, for fear of losing them again, just like he lost everyone else.

One night, as he was returning to his loft, it was pouring rain…

He was about to enter the building, when he heard the distinct sounds of painful chirping. He looked near the dumpster in front of the building, and he saw a little baby robin, obviously orphaned, lying in the remains of a nest that had been blown out from one of the trees by the storm.

…the poor little thing didn’t look injured, but obviously undernourished, and much too young to be alone, especially in such dreadful weather and with no place to go.

Feeling his heart melting with pity and sadness for the little dear, Lightning scooped her up, in the remains of the nest and brought her to his loft with him.

There, using his knowledge from his study of animals, he tended to the little birdy, cleaned her up, and dried her off, and fed her some berries he had brought home with him for his food stock.

“There you go… that’s better.” he said to her as he fed her like a father caring for a baby. “You’re just like me, aren’t you? Nowhere to go, not much to look forward to?”

The little robin only chirped at him, almost as if it were trying to say “Thank you”

Lightning couldn’t help but smile at her, and noticed how her eyes seemed to twinkle in the soft lights coming through the window form the streetlights… like a crystal.

“I think I’ll call you Krysta.”

Krysta chipped twice, almost in a singing tone, as if she was saying she liked it. Then she lay down in her nest and fell asleep.

Somehow, having her with him reignited Lightning’s long-lost passion for companionship, or maybe it was just because he knew he couldn’t just abandon her, believing her mother and family would never come back for her.

So, he decided to keep her and care for her like a pet.

He even used some unused napkins he had brought home and covered her softly like a little blanket and placed her nest near his sleeping bag.

“You know what, Krysta…” he said softly as he gazed down at her “…I’m not going to be so lonely around here anymore.”

A few weeks past and Krysta grew stronger in Lightning’s care, and she learned how to fly all over the loft. Lightning could hardly keep up with her.

“You little rascal, come here…” he would laugh as he chased her.

Lightning never felt so happy in a long time, and yet, he had that bad feeling again; eventually Krysta would have to leave him as birds were meant to fly free.

A few weeks later, Krysta had grown a little bigger, and she seemed able to fend for herself. Lightning decided… maybe it was time for them to part ways.

So, he let her go, but not before a heartfelt goodbye.

“You take care of yourself…” he cried softly “Drop by form time to time…”

Even Krysta looked a little sad, but she flew off out the window, into the world.

Alone again, and heartbroken, Lightning could not fight his sorrows, and sagged to the floor of his loft. His tears splashed on the wooden planks.

Overwhelmed by sadness and heartache, Lightning had lost all hope, and ultimately felt that friendship was virtually worthless and couldn’t help him too much if all he would do was lose those he cared for.

All it did was make him think of his dead parents, and all the joy he had lost during his childhood. He didn’t feel there was anyone he could trust ever again…

…until, a year later, he was about eighteen years old.

*Stop the Castaway theme*

All that year, Lightning continued to work, and he continued to live the way he was, but now he longed for a way to change his life, to help him forget.

He was just leaving his dishwashing job at the restaurant, when he noticed a gang of punks loitering outside the restaurant, which was bad enough considering the “No Loitering” signs clearly posted.

Something about them struck up an old memory. Then it hit him, they were the dudes that caused the car accident that killed his folks.

The manager of the restaurant kindly tried to inform the men that they were not permitted to loiter, but all the manager got was taunting, teasing, a rock thrown at the window of the restaurant and a beer-can thrown right at his head.

Infuriated, Lightning dashed outside.

“Hey!” he shouted.

The men didn’t recognize him at all, but laughed at how puny he looked.

“Look what we got here, boys; Fresh meat.” said the leader.

The other boys laughed, and the leader approached him threateningly “So you wanna be a hero too, junior?”

Lightning was too enraged to feel any fear, and clenched his fist. “You’re nothing but a filthy bucket of scum!”

The punks fell silent, and the leader didn’t look impressed. “Wow, you’re not very polite are you? Well, I am, that’s why I’m gonna let you take it back.”

Lightning was no fool, he knew how guys like these behaved, and luckily, he came prepared.

The leader suddenly lunged at him and tried to punch him, but Lightning ducked out of the way, making him hit the solid wall, hurting his hand, and Lightning kicked him really hard in between the legs, and punched him hard in the face knocking him down.

The other punks couldn’t believe it, and all ganged up on him. One held out a knife, another held out a chain to use as a weapon, and the other held a bat.

Unshaken, Lightning fought against them all.

The punks lunged at him with all they had, and Lightning skillfully swerved and dodged their attacks, and he kicked the punk with the bat in his stomach. Then grabbing the bat himself he knocked all three of them unconscious…

“One…

Two…

…Three!!”

They all fell on top of each other.

Lightning was panting hard, and his rage was still burning hot!! As if he wanted to get those punks while they were still down, but the manager stopped him.

“Lightning! Stop!” he said “They’re down… you beat ‘em.”

Now Lightning’s rage was starting to drop and he felt a mixture of emotions flowing through him. He dropped the bat and just ran off, just before the police had arrived.

The manager, the staff, the customers in the restaurant could hardly believe what they had just seen.

One man in the far corner took a particular interest in what he had seen in the young man that just beat up those punks.

He got up and decided to leave to avoid being questioned by the police as witness.

One of the waitresses informed him “Sir… you haven’t paid yet!”

He quickly wrote a check and gave it to her. “I believe this will cover it, and help repair any damages done.”

Then he left out the backway before the police came in and began to question the witnesses.

The waitress gazed down at the check, and gasped at the large sum it was worth!

Meanwhile, Lightning hadn’t gone very far. His loft was only a few blocks down the street from the restaurant.

He sat on the bench outside the building and was still trying to catch his breath, unable to believe what he had just done. Part of him was scared, but a bigger part of him liked it a lot! Beating up those punks and getting revenge for his parents.

“Hello there young man.” said a voice.

Lightning turned and saw a man staring at him through the shadows of the night.

“I saw what you did back there. You obviously have other talents than just dishwashing.”

“Look, whoever you are…” Lightning said.

The man stepped into the light saying “The name is… Grandruler.”

Lightning’s eyes bulged in awe and astonishment “Grandruler, as in… Celesto Grandruler? The millionaire, ex-astronaut, and super-businessman.”

Celesto nodded and held out his hand “Pleased to meet you, Lightning I believe. I heard your name.”

Lightning nervously shook his hand “I’ve read all about you. You’re practically a living legend.”

Celesto cleared his throat “Yes, but never mind that. I think you and I should have a little talk. Now don’t worry, I mean you no harm.”

“What do you want with me?”

Celesto explained to Lightning about how he liked to help those in obvious need, to better their lives than what they were if they really needed it desperately.

“Judging that you live in this building, and the way you fought those men, I think it’s clear to me that your life is not all that well and comfortable.”

Lightning admitted it, and told him the deal with the punks and how they were responsible for his parents’ death years ago.

That was already more than Celesto needed to hear, but he couldn’t help but ask “Tell me, son, what other talents do you have besides… uh… what I saw.”

“Well, despite not having a decent education, I have knack for war history and an interest in archeology.”

Celesto tested Lightning’s knowledge by quizzing him on war events, and he answered each and every one of them correctly. Celesto even tried to trick up Lightning by deliberately giving him incorrect statements only for Lightning to correct them.

Celesto was very impressed. No proper education, yet he knew all this stuff at a college level.

“Lightning, my boy… I believe I can use someone like you, but the decision is yours. If you refuse, I’ll understand.”

A chance to really turn his life around, and work for a man who was a living legend. Lightning couldn’t refuse and accepted the offer.

Lightning got all his affairs in order, and quit his jobs, and gathered his belongings, and left California with Celesto, arriving at Mystic Island, and of course, and he was invited to stay with him at his grand mansion, temporarily until everything got sorted out.

For the first six months of his new life, Lightning was tutored privately to further test his history knowledge and skills, Celesto had hired the best history professors from state universities.

The professors were very impressed with Lightning’s skills and he was awarded with a degree.

Celesto did not bribe the professors at all. Lightning really had earned it.

This was what Celesto hoped for, and so, he quickly gave Lightning an ideal job; a teacher at one of the many schools he owned; Crystal-Prep Academy, which was slightly understaffed.

The pay was quite handsome, enough for Lightning to buy a regular apartment, and fully furnished too.

Students at CPA were not exactly thrilled having a guy under the age of twenty as their teacher, but after seeing what Lightning was capable of; they all grew to respect him, especially the staff.

Lightning also took time to join a gym and build up his body a little.

This proved very helpful when he one day witnessed a group of bully-boys attacking a bird-sanctuary in one of the parks, and one of them went as low as to steal a lady’s purse.

Lightning wouldn’t stand for it, as he had no patience whatsoever for bullies, thieves, or any crooks whatsoever and he taught the boys a quick lesson. He chased them down, and cornered them under a bridge.

The boys tried to fight in retaliation, but Lightning easily overpowered them, and turned them over to the authorities. He also managed to return the lady’s purse to the lady, but didn’t wish to accept any reward.

“Helping you was rewarding enough.” he said.

Celesto heard of Lightning’s heroics and selflessness in refusing any reward, and asked why he did that.

“I didn’t do that to be rewarded. I did it because I know how it feels to be pushed or really have bad things happen, and I don’t want other people who don’t deserve it to suffer like me. I guess you could say, I want to help right wrongs and make bad people suffer for what they do.”

Celesto never heard such braver and finer words and promised “If that’s really what you want, I’ll support you in any way I can.”

Lightning liked that, and he was really starting to think his life was turning around.

Then, one day, Lightning saw two naughty boys picking on something very small, and he rushed over and frightened them both away, not having to fight them nor needing too.

He noticed it was a robin, about three years old. Her wing looked sore, but not critically.

However, Lightning gazed deeply at this bird, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Krysta…?”

The robin looked up and him, and chirped in the exact same way.

“…Krysta!”

His eyes flooded with tears, he hugged the little birdy ever so softly, keeping in mind she was in pain.

Once again, he brought her home, nursed her back to health, and in a week or so, she was fine again.

She was a lot bigger now than she was before, almost bigger than most robins. She had obviously grown strong since the years they were apart, not strong enough to deal with big predators as easily, but able to fend for herself, and get food, things like that.

Still, being reunited with Lightning, and having been saved by him a second time, there was no questioning in it. She decided to remain with him, and they became virtually inseparable.

Of course he couldn’t take her to school with him as most pets were not allowed, and Lightning didn’t wish to keep Krysta all cooped up while he away. Plus, since Krysta seemed to know her way around, he allowed her to fly off during the day, and then return to him later.

Sometimes, Krysta would even act as the eyes and ears behind Lightning’s back, looking out for danger or people in trouble that Lightning could help.

She was pretty smart for a mere bird.

Like a hero and his sidekick, Lightning and Krysta always sprang into action to beat up minor bad guys, help people in trouble; the normal simple stuff, but always preferring to flee and refuse any rewards.

A reward meant nothing to Lightning, as long as the bad guys were dealt with and the people were saved.

That was only the half of it though.

From time to time, he thought of his parents, and wished they were alive to see him now. No amount of money he made, and no reward could ever bring back to him nor replace what he lost, and he would always keep in mind that sometimes… even friendship, love and caring would not be enough to help things.

Some people who took note of his attitude and approach in life would often prove to be a little difficult to him.

…Among them was a student of his at CPA!