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Moosetasm


A partially insane Knoxville Brony who likes to write. I also edit. And Vector too. Who knew? Not I. If only I could focus on just one...

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The ice-world of Arctinus Septimus stretches the definition of "habitable," with a surface temperature averaging negative forty degrees centigrade. Even in a galaxy of endless war, it’s a lousy place to be sent on a rescue mission. But when a crack team of would-be rescuers finds the planet’s Imperial outpost abandoned, the heating units inoperable, and their escape route cut off, just one thing can help them survive long enough for extraction:

In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future, there is only Snuggling... with Ponies.


This was written for Categorical Grant’s Cuddlefic Contest.

Prompts used: ALL
Spoilers for certain parts of the story, fair warning:
Prompt A: Cameo by Wave function: You can’t miss it, he is called out by name. He’s the corpsicle.
Prompt B: Story has medical themes: Everypony is at risk of hypothermia; Tracks gives some medical know-how on ponies; Trauma’s leg is broken and he discusses the splinting and the procedures to be done afterwards.
Prompt C: Luna falls hopelessly in love: You cannot miss this part. It’s the part with the Royal Canterlot Voice in full force.
Prompt D: Obscure joke about Amareican Military History: The Battleship Maine inexplicably exploded off the coast of Cuba in the late 19th century, the cause was never discovered, and it precipitated the Spanish-American War. I reference the Battleship Mane Exploding.
Prompt E: “Am I being detained?”: Point says this when Fray is snuggle restraining him.
Prompt F: “Big... if true”: Point says this when the team approaches the shutters.
Prompt G: G Alliteration: I do this multiple times: when Nutmeg goes to help the “group’s grunting, grumbling grenadier”; when Owly gets “‘going,’ he gasped, gritting his teeth as they galloped into a sudden gale which gusted and ground against them like a ghostly, gnashing giant”; also “grotesquely gigantic grinding gears.”
Prompt H: Spike wins epically: Saint Spike the Dragon; need I say more?


Thanks to my pre-readers: Kai Creech; MisterNick; and Final fantasy forever. I was having issues with the tags and these guys helped me big time.

And, definitely many thanks to CoffeeMinion for his editing Prowess. As always he comes through with excellent suggestions and puts up with my oddities.

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Comments ( 20 )

Ahh, the things one does to survive... Are you planning to do a series of stories about this crew?
Definitely have a thumbs up!

You know, I happened to get into the Warhammer universe a few months ago due to a warhammer friend that paints miniatures as a business. He was at Ciderfest, too.
I haven’t read this yet but it better have Salamander space marines

B’wahaha, that ending! :rainbowlaugh: Oh I do enjoy this one. It works on a ton of levels and with a much bigger cast of OCs than ought to work. I think its biggest strength is how it characterizes all the characters very clearly; we don’t spend a ton of time with them but it’s enough to see who they are, how their relationships work, and how they manage to cope with the circumstances that ensue.

Found one typo: “Suddenly, the a loud hissing sound”

Nice. Not a bad little story.

However. The cover art promised me kriegers, and I did not see any kriegers in this story. I am the disappoint.

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Well, this IS the second story I’ve done with Team Nutmeg, and I greatly enjoy writing them, so the answer is: “most likely.”

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Unfortunately, there are no Salamarenders in this story.

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I love Team Nutmeg. They’re so fun to write and I just know what their dynamic is after a year of writing the other story.
And... fixed. Can never get all the typos, can I?

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The cover art was a literal last minute “I’ve got this cover art I’ve been working on for weeks, but it still looks like garbage, so I need to hurry and crop a free image in before the contest deadline.” These guys are definitely more generic Equestrian Guard, I figured the masks allow for it being cold weather gear related. Maybe? I dunno. The Death Korps of Kreig would be interesting, but they’re a little... too Grimdark for me to write properly. (Never go Full Grimdark)

'scuse me Inquisitor, Slaanesh is on the phone and would like a word with you?

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No, tell him I’m not interested, this fic is rated Teen, and Slaanesh would easily make it Mature, with the sex, fetish, and gore tags, not necessarily in that order.

Seriously though, my first fic with the Inquisitor’s team, written partially back in 2015, has that... well in the unposted parts. I’ll be eventually getting back to that one, and it most certainly is an M fic, since somepony gets eaten by a griffin on camera. :twilightoops:

Ah this was good fun to read and I'm glad I could help in some minimal way.

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And thank you for the assist. :twilightsmile:

WHAT IS THIS HERESY

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Not sure what you mean there. :trollestia:

BURN THE SOLAR HERETICS OF THE SOLAR EMPIRE
FOR THE NEW LUNAR REPUBLIC
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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I’m all for Luna getting her Dues, she gets to marry a Saint, after all... an immortal one at that.... oh, wait, just a hallucination. :trollestia:

*Whisper's MGS5 theme plays*

Very enjoyable! I'm actually kinda invested in these characters now...I second Just_Me123's suggestion you make a series :scootangel:

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Her name is Quiet, and I totally did not steal her concept.

Fantastic collection of character studies. It's not all holding the line with your T-shirts and flashlights in the Guard. Sometimes it's just surviving the worst the galaxy can throw at you without shooting you.

Also, I thought Luna would be Horus in this crossover. Though, given the hallucinogen grenade...

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I actually want to write a short story regarding an incident with this team where it’s the orders themselves that are hazardous.

The history I have is very “and now for something totally different.” Everypony else had already done a “Luna is Horus” version of Pony 40k, so I decided to break from that mould and do something slightly different. Plus I got the giggles thinking of Luna attached to the armrest of Celestia’s Golden Throne, watching with relative disgust as a thousand cakes were sacrificed each day.

They were blown off their hooves by a cataclysmic explosion rivaled only by the unexplained detonation that had sunk the ancient battleship Mane .

So, did you find the boat?

“Yeah, about that,” Spike was almost embarrassed to dare speaking in front of the diarchs. “I love that I’m being sainted, but I don’t know why you’re doing it!”

“SPIKE! THOU ART TOO HUMBLE, A TRAIT WHICH WE FIND MOST ATTRACTIVE IN A MATE.”

Spike blinked at Luna’s declaration. “Wait, what?”

“YES SPIKE! WE ARE QUITE FLUSTERED TO ADMIT THAT THINE GREAT DEEDS HAVE ENAMOURED OURSELVES TO THEE!”

Scratching the back of his head, Spike felt a blush rising to his cheeks. “But… ah… that is…” he gave up and shrugged, “I didn’t do anything!”

“NONSENSE! COME NOW HERE TO SIT NEXT TO US ON OUR THRONE, THAT WE MIGHT ENJOY PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH THEE!”

I’m not a 40k buff, but I do know some heresy when I see it.

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