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Equestria's first interstellar ship is crewed by the best and brightest Equestria has to offer. Twilight Sparkle and her friends are determined to uncover the origin of the mysterious alien Signal, no matter what it costs. A comment-driven story.

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Chapter 132

Begin the Journey 75%

“And you’ll be the last pony who has to go through this. We’re suspending all mining operations and preparing to leave.” Twilight didn’t want to watch an alien virus devour someone’s body and replace it with artificial substitutes. But some part of this was her fault—she owed Sunset staying until she’d been completely overcome. Twilight couldn’t give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, or get anywhere close enough to risk exposure. She could still see the betrayal in Sunset’s eyes right up until they went dark.

“You took her magic away,” Fluttershy said from behind her, as quiet as she’d once been long ago. When the world still made sense, and they hadn’t all been ripped out of their worlds of comfort. “We don’t force treatments, princess. Patents can make informed consent about the treatments they receive.”

“Civilian patents can,” Twilight said, backing slowly from the room. Before her, the strange entity spun its thin cocoon of harvested metal, devouring deck plates and nearby machine like fast-motion corrosion. A repair team was about to be very unhappy with her. “Sunset Shimmer is a commissioned officer of the Equestrian Navy.” She shut the door gently. There wasn’t any chance Sunset could still hear, right? Best be sure, just in case. “I know how much she cares about her magic—we both studied under Celestia, for the same reasons. But Equestria doesn’t have the luxury of letting its most skilled ponies choose to fade away like that.”

She rested one wing on Fluttershy’s shoulder, forcing her to meet her eyes despite her discomfort. “Shy, there aren’t any more colleges. When the specialists serving on this station die, they’re gone forever. Even if we have every book printed on Equestria in our database—Equestrian magical history is already full of evidence that writing things down isn’t enough. Without living specialists, you don’t even have enough ponies to realize that there was something forgotten. The spell ends up buried in an old ruin somewhere, and the ones who need it don’t have it.

“That was a tragedy when the world was under our control. But where we’re going now, the Canterlot can’t survive if our knowledge is lost. Sunset can’t cast spells anymore—she can still teach them. She can still inspect and maintain our thaumic infrastructure.”

Fluttershy nodded weakly. “Does that mean you’ll do that to all of us, eventually? All your friends, all the experts there are… that’s what Node wanted. Make us into robots like her. I don’t know if there’s room for a soul in the machine, Twilight. Why do you think the magic is gone?”

Twilight opened her mouth to argue. Of course, she hadn’t planned to force her friends to convert—as much as she wanted to be able to keep them forever, the idea was repulsive to her. But will I think differently forty or fifty years from now, when the first one is as sick as Sunset was?

“Answer me this,” she said instead. “Suppose that you knew that Canterlot would fall and everyone living here would die, unless you converted. Would you do it?”

“Of course,” Fluttershy said. “I… I think I’d probably die in the process, but better me than everypony else. I was already willing to die for other ponies, that’s why I came out here with you. Discord told me, before I left… that if I got on that ship with you, I’d never see Equestria again.”

“He knew?” Twilight asked, so loud that a pair of orderlies pushing a cart stopped to stare. Twilight winced, lowering her voice to more reasonable levels. “What did Discord know about all this?” Did you know something all this time and not share it?

Fluttershy shrugged weakly. “He didn’t tell me everything. He just wanted to convince me to stay. Was I supposed to tell you that the god of chaos knew our expedition was doomed from the start?”

No, but that sure does explain some things about your attitude. “I guess now,” she said. “Morale is everything. You two were good friends, he wouldn’t have lied. I’m sorry he… isn’t aboard.”

She didn’t understand the nature of Discord’s sacrifice, any more than she understood how Celestia could destroy their star. The energy involved was difficult to even comprehend.

“I think the… Hunger… was killing him, even back then. Maybe the chaos he made was the way he kept entertained. Like listening to music on your deathbed.” Fluttershy looked away, ears flattening. “Did you mean it? Will there not be any more deathbeds? Are we really leaving?”

“Yes,” Twilight answered. “Well… it’s probably being optimistic that there won’t be any more. I’m going to order the regroup and departure as soon as possible. I know we have a few ships about two weeks out. We aren’t leaving them behind.”

“And it will probably take some time to get far enough away to escape,” Fluttershy finished for her. “There will probably be more.”

Twilight prepared to defend herself—did Fluttershy expect her to bend the laws of time itself while she was at it? But no, the doctor only looked more depressed. “I want you to try to persuade every pony who ends up in Sunset’s position to take the treatment. Either you do it, or I’ll assign Apple Bloom to be here full time. I think you’ll both hate that.”

“She’d be so bored,” Fluttershy responded, grinning weakly. Then she caught herself, and the weight of sadness returned.

“I won’t force everypony who’s sick. But I expect you to try and convince them. Whatever you said to make sure nopony took the treatment before—don’t do that.”

Twilight left her there, returning to the difficult work of orchestrating their retreat. They’d been planning for it eventually, so it wasn’t like she had to start from scratch. She checked the positions of every mining vessel, then sent out her ultimatums. Get back, or risk getting left behind. She wouldn’t do it, but they had to think she would.

Meanwhile, she joined Rarity and Applejack on the machinist crew attaching their new corpse-station to the Canterlot. It had to be close enough that they could share a single reflector, but not so far that it caused uneven acceleration and tore their combined station apart.

Sher received only a curt note about Sunset’s recovery, and an impersonal transfer request to the new station. Twilight signed off, and didn’t force Sunset to see her. In some ways, that was a relief. IT meant she didn’t have to see the consequences.

Another week passed, and the cargo hold of the Canterlot was packed full of everything they’d harvested. Dead ships, semi-refined ore, salvage from melted stations. But will it be enough?

“Node and I have been running the numbers on our deployment,” Spike said, a day before they were scheduled to begin. “Rarity had some input too. We thought you should look.”

“At what?” Twilight asked, walking over to the pair of screens mounted to her wall. More Signaler designs Apparently they were quicker to make and used much less power than the tube-driven models they replaced.

“Activating the highway,” Spike said. “We’ve already made several remote bodies for me—I’ll be on the station in case something goes wrong. Even with light-lag, it should be enough to prevent the Canterlot’s destruction.”

“We’ve already talked about that,” Twilight said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s left to decide? We activate the highway, its gravity-manipulator pilots us into position, and we get blasted by a laser bright enough to turns us to vapor. Right?”

“Right,” Spike said. “That’s why we wanted a few options, actually. Because we control the station, we can decide how much of its output we want to use. Node thinks our settings will propagate to relay stations around the Canterlot, all the way to our destination.”

“Our destination which… might be five light years away, or five thousand?”

“Yeah,” Spike’s voice said. “Glad it’s not my choice.”

1. Use the highway at full power (greatest chance of failure for the ship, greatest acceleration strain, fastest voyage)
2. Use the highway at low power (much reduced chance of failure and low acceleration strain, at the cost of a much slower trip)
3. Alter the highway with magic, cutting the journey down even further without risk to the Canterlot—except that the Highway might just explode)

Author's Note:

https://www.strawpoll.me/19621081

What you’re reading is a CYOA-style adventure story, fully driven by its user feedback. This story is written using a system called Mythic, a GM-simulator that allows me to be fully in the driver’s seat for the prose, without actually knowing what will happen next. Success or failure in this story is fully governed by the fickle hand of fate, as well as the wisdom of those who chose to vote on it.

You can go ahead and vote in older polls if you want, but obviously they won’t retroactively change the text going forward, so the links are left behind mostly because I’m lazy and as a record of previous decisions.

If you’d like to take a look at my semi-regularly updated blog post with character sheets and stuff, go ahead and visit here: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/834930/voyage-of-the-equinox-resource-page

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