4- Olympus
“You’re telling me that Prince Phasma… spoke?” Queen Chrysalis asked.
Having been fed and sat through story-time, the young charges of Lethocerus and Psocid decided it was play time. Though a few wriggled about around Prince Phasma, the majority scaled the, by their point of view, sheer cliff faces that were Queen Chrysalis’s legs.
“Yes, My Queen. Through the Weave,” Lethocerus clarified.
“Through the Weave?”
“Yes, My Queen. During the First Lesson, he… finished it, saying the ending stanza. His Highness accessed the information directly from the Weave, and finished the poem before Broodnurse Psocid could.”
Chrysalis stared at the attentive Prince.
“That’s… not possible,” the queen all but whispered. “A mere larva? Speaking through the Weave?”
Lethocerus shifted on her hooves and glanced at Psocid. Luckily, Psocid took the hint. “We were under the impression that using the Weave to communicate was a trait common to all royalty, My Queen.”
Her Majesty tore her gaze away from Phasma to address Psocid. “That is correct. But being able to communicate at the larva stage…. That has never happened. Princes and princesses learn to speak at the Nymph stage, and verbally first.”
‘Chrysalis is being very forthcoming with information,’ Lethocerus thought. After the Prince spoke, Lethocerus and Psocid checked the Weave for information on the life cycle of the royals. They could not find anything.
‘She’s even been here for five minutes and hasn’t even threatened us. This must be something really serious.’
The queen glanced back towards the nascent prince.
Before feeding Prince Phasma, Queen Chrysalis decided she would get to the bottom of this. A larva speaking? Preposterous! Impossible! These nurses must be delusional, no larva has ever possessed the intelligence to speak.
Even her own offspring or from what the records say any changeling royal only start communicating at the Nymph stage. She would have to visit the archives later to double check, there was no time today.
If they had interrupted her precious relaxation time for a mere misunderstanding, there would be hell to pay! Of all the resources the hive possessed, her time was the most precious, the most coveted.
‘Let’s see if there is merit to their madness. I can always think of punishments later.’
She moved closer to Phasma and spoke through the Weave.
”Prince Phasmatodea. What is my name?”
The large larva tilted his head to the side, but otherwise did not respond. Thinking back, she might have neglected to introduce herself. Well, that’s something that had to be corrected immediately.
”I am Queen Chrysalis, ruler of the Fourth Hive Dynasty. I am your progenitor. Now, repeat back to me my name.”
Still nothing. The nurses did mention that he spoke during the First Lesson…
During the lesson, one broodnurse uses the Weave and broadcasts the information for the listeners to access through their own connection. It was how all larva started to learn how to use the Weave.
Quickly, she thought up a test for her prince. She brought up on the Weave Phasma, Chrysalis, Dynasty, and Progenitor. Then, she leaned closer down to Phasma.
“Phasma, Chrysalis, Dynasty,” Chrysalis spoke aloud, and waited.
”Chrysalis,” Phasma spoke through the Weave.
‘Impossible!’ The queen shot upright, dislodging a few larva that clung to her. Rather than saying progenitor, the word that was left unsaid, or expectedly remained silent, the prince had answered ‘Chrysalis’.
Chrysalis’s mind raced with possibilities, implications, and ideas. This changes everything.
“Prince Phasmatodea will be in my direct care from now on,” Queen Chrysalis addressed the other two changelings in the room actually capable of speech. ‘Verbal speech,’ she unconsciously corrected herself.
Chrysalis regurgitated some love from her personal stores for Phasma. The pure love would accelerate his growth; she decided to personally feed him every day, before and after giving him lessons instead of having love delivered for him. That would reinforce her position in his life as provider of everything under the sun.
‘Or would it? He seems to be quite intelligent. This is the most interesting phenomenon I’ve ever seen since Lieutenant-Colonel Acrid exploded during the last war games. No, definitely longer than that!’
Chrysalis, as I now know her name was, opened her mouth and the love flowed outwards again. Again I drank in the wonderful pink cloud. The familiar sense of complete euphoria filled my being, just as warm and filling as the first time and I slumped over.
‘So this is why people do drugs; they’re amazing!’
She then picked me up and placed me on her back using her telekinesis. That was a really neat trick that I needed to learn as soon as possible. This whole lack of fingers thing hasn’t been a problem so far but I mean, it’s telekinesis. Who wouldn’t want telekinesis?
Bug mom also removed the other larva from her, then turned and left the room with me still on her back. Field trip!
Viewing the journey in reverse, the first thing I noticed was the cold. As soon as we left the nursery, I was hit by a freezing breeze. They must keep the nursery very warm for the developing changelings.
I huddled closer to Chrysalis’s neck for warmth in a vain attempt to escape the biting cold.
As we exited through the door– made of the same black material as the walls– I saw two changeling guards standing on either side of the door, awash in the now blue light coming from sconces on the walls. They saluted as we passed them, crossing their left hoof across their chest.
These changelings wore blue armor but I couldn’t tell the metal. Their helmets’ cheek guards resembled mandibles of a beetle. They also had some sort of chest piece covering their neck and the space between their forelegs.
Onwards my noble steed carried me, though turns and junctions, rooms with unknown purposes, and passing changelings along the way. Most did not wear armor, though occasionally I saw a door with one or two guards posted by them. The changelings we did pass I saw were bowed, probably doing so when they saw their queen passing by.
A few, especially the guards who did not have to bow, saw me watching from Chrysalis’s back. My knowledge on horse body language may be underdeveloped, but it was easy to see their confusion or shock.
We were climbing high, I realized after the third staircase. Higher, higher, yet higher. Less and less changelings occupied the rooms and halls we made our way through, and more guards were making their ways through the hall. A few of them had a purple armor as well as what I guess constituted as vambraces and boots.
There was a nine pointed star on their chest, which was probably important. They also had pieces that covered the rest of their torsos, unlike the other guards. Apparently only these guards were allowed protection from literally any direction other than straight ahead.
One final staircase later and we were in a grand hallway, complete with a red polished stone path set in the middle and great vaulted opened windows on either side. I saw sunlight for the first time in this new life. It was warm in here, though not as warm as the nursery. We were at the top of the hive spire, yet I did not hear the rushing wind normally associated with heights.
The contentment of the love had slowly ebbed away, allowing me enough presence of mind to notice a slight blue shimmer in the glass-less windows. Curious.
The sounds of clanking metal and creaking hinges suddenly filled the room. We then passed through a pair of massive doors, which must have just opened. The doors were covered in carvings and colors, but my attention was elsewhere.
We were in a throne room, that was the only explanation I had for the massive vaulted ceiling, the even bigger– though less wide– windows, and various black, blue, and green tapestries of an unknown material that hung from warped rafters support beams and on evenly spaced twisted columns. More royal guards in purple armor stood at attention in this room, at least twelve in total.
The tapestries depicted changelings bedecked in the rarer purple armor, normal ponies lying prone, and other species I could identify from myths alone. Griffons, pegasi and unicorns that were the same size as the normal ponies, buffalo, and… dragons.
Before I could wonder about the existence of these fantasy creatures and normal small horses, we sidestepped a large stone throne. It sat atop a raised pedestal, flanked by large, smooth black braziers.
The throne itself was made of a different material than the walls; it was a dark blue wide seat, with a back that was five feet high, with a nine-pointed star made of nine teardrop shaped sapphires, their tapered point facing outwards. The symbol of Panarthropo.
A skylight from behind draped the seat in a golden light, far more golden than natural sunlight.
‘All of the decorating budget went into this room, it seems.’
A slow creak signaled the opening of another door, and we passed through an arched door with a blue-stone filigree scorpion on its center.
The room inside was a small hallway, this one with orangish yellow lights atop cones that jutted out parallel to the wall, like a torch. It was a far cry from the private chambers of the obscenely rich European monarchs, but compared to the rest of the hive, it might as well have been covered in gold and jewels.
Seriously, how could this area be so well designed and with so much comparative wealth put in when the rest of the place seemed to be a literal cave?
‘Oh right, absolute monarchy. Screw the poor, and all that.’
This hall had a few doorways that were arched but lacking the scorpion symbol. Chrysalis brought us through the door at the end and into a personal study. It was a smaller study I guessed, though I had no experience with personal studies of ruling monarchs. Still, it was spacious enough, with a black rock chair with white upholstery sitting behind a wooden desk covered in papers, empty inkwells, and a few empty pots. To the left, a wooden bookshelf filled with worn tomes. To the right, a couch and two chairs that seemed completely nondescript faced each other. They sat in front of an empty fireplace with a large silver mirror above it.
‘Their mere existence is fancy enough for Queen Chrysalis, I suppose.’
I was moved from Chrysalis’s back and put down onto the couch. She sat in one of the opposite chairs, looked at me, and sighed.
“Prince Phasma, you will be staying with me from now on. Your tutelage will begin tomorrow.”
”Tutelage?”
‘Aw hell, school again! I knew there was a catch to being reincarnated as an emotion-eating, half-caterpillar half-bug-horse prince!’
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It should have benefits
I mean he should at least have enough knowledge to push changelings into creating machines and weapons that will transform the average trained soldier into a super-soldier (for equestrian standards).
I don't mean firearms ,it needs more knowledge ,industry and time.
But simpler things like magic crossbows ,bombs ,etc
With magic you can cheat on gunpowder to create a railguns.
The big ones as cannon or artillery could be useful to breach Shining's shield faster
Chrysalis should be swayed because he is her son,will see him as very smart,and if he will tell her how much more love they can get by that.
You need love to create changelings ,and you need to invest in them in time and training,lessons.
Lossing them would be a waste.
Creating equipment that doesn't require love would be profitable.
General human logic of Phasma would help changelings too.
He probably saw,read enough movies and books to know what to avoid.
Noooooooooo not school.
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Weapons are the least of what he can bring to the table, even within a purely martial context. The modern concepts of mass production, communication, transportation, and so much more. Should he have the desire and competence our intrepid human could lay a foundation which would allow changelings to be better and more consistently equipped, quicker to mobilize, more able to react to a developing situation, ect. That is leaving aside the fact that industrialization and liberalization of changeling society could lead to a plethora of social, political, and economic advantages which would attract immigration and integration (an obvious benefit for changelings) and present itself as a lever on the world stage.
Also the tactics he could bring would be game changing. If the show depicts warfare accurately military understanding in equestria and beyond hasn’t even advanced beyond the development ancient phalanx. There is little to no organization or structure. If formations and the more modern concepts of drill and discipline were implemented the changelings would never lose a head on clash between armed forces.
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Uhhh, thats kinda dark.
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That entirely depends on Phasma's actual knowledge on the subject; a significant, if not immense, drop in expected military casualties can be expected, without a doubt. However, if he has little to non existent knowledge on the subject's intricacies, he could more hinder the military might of the hive than improve it. More, the immense tactical and strategic advantage of the changeling hive mind was severely underutilized by Chrysalis, if the show portrays accurate military tactics. While she clearly did use it; as evidenced by the lack of any changelings left over after the failed invasion, she didn't use it as well as she could have.
Moreover, the era of technological and militaristic advancement that the show includes, suggests that they are still in a time in which what we would consider to be 'gentleman's war' was waged (in which the two opposing sides of a battle would fight until one side had a clear victor, at which point the losing side would
typicallysurrender), which wasn't nearly as brutal as today's warfare, and was sometimes seen as honorable (while there is no evidence to support that the society of MLP actually supports war, that's not my point) whereas now, one side can and likely will fight to the man, and war is considered a necessary evil at best.What I would argue, beings as I'm not caught up just yet,
give me a couple hours, maybe a few days, topsis that depending on what he studied in his life, either in school or on his own time, is that he could become a master in political maneuvering, beings as politics have advanced just as much, if not more than, warfare.Regardless of what happens; thus far I am greatly enjoying myself.
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Phasma will be bringing changes to the military, but he is no engineer or general.
Besides, where would the hive get materials for rifles and powder? They've only got two resources in abundance: crushing poverty and changeling-concrete. And stone.
A limestone rifle would be a funny sight, if impractical.
Even if I don't reply to all of your comments, I am reading them, and I often tweak or adjust future plot points if I like the suggestions.
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maybe do like the mantid did in world of warcraft... they used amber for everything, food, cloths, metal, hives and even in magic...
I only just realized the name is from Arthropod. I'm dumb.
I think I just woke everyone in the house by laughing at that... Well, actually I would have if they were alspeep. It's 11:41 pm for me. Don't ask Why Im up so late.
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"late", "11:41 pm", what are you doing going to bed so early?
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Depending on lot of stuff, our human turned ling can do alot, hell put a human who knows traps or knows military tactics in a Siege for the hive and he can do wonders, if he knows what he's doing
Well shit... A day or two old and already its time for school
Great chapter. Its social distance bad for a new developing mind?
Still no snuggels for the Larve... I must protest!
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Poor Larve
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Indeed. But lets not make it to obvies hes mind is from another world.
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Tactic, perhaps the most vital thing there is.
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Comment sections often give great views and ideas to see things differently. I recommend taking time to read em on your favorit storys. Quite mindblowing sometimes to read it
I liked field trip a lot; it got a solid chuckle out of me
Sync is good, just gotta let the rest of the hardware catch up,..
Ha, ya can’t avoid school, even if you were reincarnated into a emotion eating bug horse.
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Insomnia is a bitch... Most imsomnia driven comment.
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Yep. Even re-reading it get a chuckle out of me.
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Snuggels are missing to this day... I must repeat my protest
And at this I can just see him flop with a cute little hiss.
Lol. The most pressing concern here is school. Not being reincarnated as a big-horse.
listen, shes the tallest, so it only makes sense she gets everything.
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Glory to the Almighty Tallest!
The Irken Empire agrees.
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Kinda reminds me of Galaxy quest.
BACK TO SCHOOL FOR YOU YA DEMON BUG PONY!
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Perhaps more importantly, even if he was Summa Cum Laude from West Point and *insert other indicators of brilliant over-achiever*, he'd only be able to bring so much to the table.
Undoubtedly, the potential on a macro level is immense, but reaching even a fraction of it would take several lifetimes. This is because of a very simple reason: specialists and the division of labor exist for a reason. How many people have no only the ingredients of gunpowder memorized, but optimal ratios? What about metallurgical knowledge or skill to be able to make weapons for it? One could go on a virtually endless list of gaps of knowledge. You could send hundreds of leading experts *and* reference books or solar powered devices and still have many large gaps in your collective knowledge. Society is a large an complex thing, and starting around 1800 that size and complexity increases exponentially.
Research changeling suicide bombers…
Wait is this thing still on?
OH SHI-
Connor logging off
Why does it say "normal ponies?" What is not a normal pony? A giraffe? A zebra? A kirin? Or is it implying that changelings are ponies?
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This is from the MC's perspective, and he didn't know what Changelings were before arriving. Clearly he's not familiar with MLP, but does know the pegasi and unicorns are of "pony" stature... so the ones without fantasy appendages are "normal".
The nom-nom's are given, but where are the snuggles? The snuggelpile is a instinctive cuteness defense for Changelings. Plus the dawww factor helps the good feeling levels ♡
I love his description of himself.
It's a great thing to troll oneself 
Yeah... School is like the biggest ugh of being reincarnated...
It's too bad he didn't speak out Dragons through the weave.
That would have bluescreened Chrysalis right then and there.
All Hail KING Phasma, The Larva!
Bearly born and into school... that tough.
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Born to be king indeed...
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By suicide bombers? Isn't that wasteful?
Though a remote explosive to stop the enemy from making a Autopsy sounds reasonable.