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Voyage of the Equinox - Starscribe



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 51

Neither. Twilight has to know what's in that building 58%

We’re not ready for this. Applejack’s health is failing, Pinkie Pie is on the edge of a breakdown, and Fluttershy is two steps from trying to override my command authority.

What her crew really needed was six months of shore leave. A little farming duty in the morning, and hobby projects the rest of the day. Equestria’s destruction, if it were really imminent, would not hinge on six months when the trip was forty years.

“Node.” Twilight tapped on the metal plate next to it again, her expression harsh. “I don’t know why you choose some periods to be inactive and some to be helpful, but it’s time for helpful. I’m about to do what you want.”

That did it—the robot sat suddenly alert, tilting its chest outward so the cameras faced her. “You intend to penetrate the structure, as I said we ought to do weeks ago. I will accompany you. Are you ready now?”

“Yes.” Twilight was as well prepared as she could be—her saddlebags were packed full, with enough that she could survive alone for days if necessary. No survival shelter, though. There would be no way to carry enough without bringing one of the other ponies.

Of those, Twilight had briefly considered and then dismissed every one of them except Fluttershy. And her—Fluttershy might be needed if something went wrong with the pod in her absence, or if Applejack’s flu caused off-planet complications. The pony who would’ve been perfect for this, Rainbow, was still an icicle up in orbit.

She would have to make do with an alien robot. “But if I bring you, I want one thing clear. You’re going to answer my questions. You’re going to be useful. We’ll be working together from the second we walk in until we return to the Prospector. Are we clear?”

Node had no way of nodding, not without a head. But she hadn’t seen that kind of physical gesture from it anyway. “I have understood. We will collectivize our survival method. As I expressed previously, danger in this location should approach zero. This land is sacred. No harm would be done here.”

Twilight stomped right up to Node, glaring into one of its cameras. “While you refused to wake up, we found an escape pod from an Equestrian ship, buried under meters of soil. Something put it there, something covered it. If it had been left on the surface…” but then she stopped. The surface had sun, and exchange with an atmosphere to transfer heat far faster than simple radiation. Had burying actually been meant to protect the pod? But why not just wake the ponies inside? They could’ve taken care of themselves!

“A second vessel? I am not aware of another. This information is unknown.”

“Me too,” Twilight muttered, rolling her eyes. “Come on. We need to get out of here before Applejack wakes up and starts a riot.”

“Your crew will… riot?”

“My crew aren’t happy with my going in alone. They want to wait a few weeks… I don’t. There are five dead ponies out there, and I need to know why.”

“Then we will go quickly.”

They did. It helped that her crew were still emotionally and physically exhausted from the excavation earlier. The ponies most like to nose into what she was doing and discover her plan, Applejack and Pinkie, were both indisposed. They weren’t going to find her until it was too late.

The building was not a temple as Twilight knew the word. For a sacred place, it was remarkably utilitarian. The design was incredibly huge—as tall as the Equinox stood on its end, and big enough to fit dozens of Prospectors—but for all that, it seemed so… boxy. The design involved layers of overlapping rectangles, with some sections horizontal and others vertical.

What she didn’t see around the building was any evidence of current occupants. There were no ponies filling the air, or even any robots doing the landscaping. She watched the building for the entire kilometer-long approach, and not a single thing moved.

It seemed to be made mostly from the same concrete-like substance of the distant city, as resistant to age and decay. There were few windows at ground level, though Twilight could see plenty of them higher up. Where rectangles were built at different levels, there were often railed balconies.

“Do you think we should go in from the top?” Twilight asked, turning to her mechanical companion. “Wait, you… can’t fly. What about your creators?” she spread her wings. “Did they fly?”

“Not… here. Some did, but… physical distinctness required. Bones varied, arms… modified. Ultimately rare adaptation. Recreation hardware more efficient for that purpose.”

You have a very selective memory. Node had said it knew almost nothing—yet sometimes, it could answer questions like this in detail. Maybe it’s getting transmissions from somewhere. The idea that she was communicating with a machine was in its own way more terrifying than any buried escape pod. Other space missions made sense—intelligent computers not so much.

“Then we’ll use the front door.” Twilight set off again, though there was no door exactly. An empty doorway stood tall enough that a rocket could’ve been rolled out through it, with thin slivers of interlocking glass layered over and over until they formed an inward spiral. Like the shell she might’ve found on the beach, only… structural.

The doorway seemed placed perfectly to catch the light of the setting sun, staining the huge space with overlapping shades of amber and crimson that shifted in random patterns as the seconds crept by.

“It’s a little like the ocean,” Twilight muttered. “That… rushing sound, from up there. When you stand underneath.”

“Your abstraction is irrelevant. We are not searching for beauty, we are searching for truth. We have some options before us—perhaps you should use that organic mind and its heuristics to select one.”

1. Beyond the crystal entryway is a walkway up to higher levels of the building, go that way.

2. The building itself is largest along a central path through from the entrance. Beyond the hallway Twilight can see water on the floor.

3. Twilight’s magical senses indicate something underground. Search the building for the swiftest path possible and seek out the magic.

4. Fluttershy calls to convince Twilight of how stupid this is to do alone. Put the mission on hold and come back in a few months.

(Certainty 205 required)

Author's Note:

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