Fallout Equestria: Blue Destiny

by MagnetBolt

Chapter 100: Razgriz

It wasn’t as much of a surprise as the first few times I’d woken up after being dead. It proves you can get used to anything, even if it’s the feeling of your body rebooting. I don’t need to get into the details. You can imagine it. Darkness, cold, then nightmares that slowly wind down until I found myself flat on my back, deeply exhausted despite having been unconscious.

I opened my eyes and I wasn’t in a morgue. I was on a cot, tucked into bed on a thin and uncomfortable pad that pretended it was a mattress. This was the first good development. Everything that had happened in the last… however long it had been… flashed before my eyes. I admit I was brooding. Given what had happened I think I was allowed to brood a little bit.

Eventually, I got bored of brooding in silence and sat up to look around. I was in a dark, dingy room, and from the look of it, it had been an apartment at some point. All the fixtures had been torn out, leaving holes where there had obviously been a sink, appliances, and cabinet doors. The cloud walls were stropped down where pipes had been removed from them. It was a dead shell, a corpse that should have been eroded by the time and wind a long time ago.

And that actually begged a question as to why it was still around. I could tell nopony had maintained this place at all in at least a few decades. Cloud buildings didn’t last all that long without somepony using pegasus magic to keep them in shape. I tossed off the itchy blanket that had been thrown over me and went over to one of the windows, the frame crumbling a little under my weight when I leaned onto it to look outside.

“What the buck is all this?” I mumbled.

I’d thought it had been dark because it was night. My internal clock was blinking twelve, so I had no idea what time it actually was, but when I looked through that empty window frame I saw grey. Not flat, lifeless grey, but a complex landscape of it, clouds shaped into apartment buildings and streets and what remained of roads and fixtures. Above everything, a ceiling pressed down, like we were somehow in an underground city.

I used the term we there because I could sense I wasn’t alone. Sure, it was obvious I hadn’t dragged myself out of the Exodus Red and to wherever this was, I hadn’t tucked myself into bed in a cot. I’d still been somewhat alone when I’d first opened my eyes and I’d been brooding, but despite the silence, I felt the presence behind me. And I knew who it was without looking.

I moved faster than any normal pony could manage and lunged backwards, shoving Quattro into the wall and holding her there with a hoof across her neck to pin her in place. Even with the speed I’d used, I could tell she held back and let it happen, her expression and reaction one that screamed out the fact she was more than capable of dodging it if she wanted.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, amused.

“I want answers,” I said.

“I know you do,” Quattro said. “I’d tell you to let me go, but I understand why you’re upset with me. Would it help if I told you I didn’t know any of that was going to happen?”

“Not really,” I said.

“What if I told you I was the one who saved you?” she tried.

“I already figured that out for myself. I’ll thank you once I know why you did it.”

Quattro hissed through her teeth. “Would you believe me even if I told you?”

“I can tell when you lie,” I promised her.

She tilted her head, letting her visored sunglasses fall a little down her snout so we were looking each other in the eyes. “Can you?”

I suddenly wasn’t entirely sure that I could.

“I’ve always been a spy working for Cozy Glow,” she said. It rang out as true. “I spent the last decade and more getting her a big-picture view of the Enclave and all the dirty little secrets I could get my hooves on.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “She sort of implied all that when she did her big speech.”

“I was a Dashite. I joined up because I thought she’d be a better leader than what we had. Or at least she’d change things. After she started using weapons of mass destruction I decided she’s probably actually a megalomaniac.”

“And?” I prompted.

“And I’m a purple pony-eating squirrel with fifteen horns and teeth made out of candy.”

It turns out I couldn’t actually tell when she was lying. I growled in frustration and let her go. She shook her head and touched her neck gingerly.

“I think you left a bruise,” she mumbled.

“Can’t you take anything seriously?” I asked.

“I take a lot of things seriously,” Quattro said. “When I had you help me spring Cube from that military prison, I was under the impression that we were just going to go to the Exodus Red and you’d get a job offer. Not this whole… disaster.” She made a sweeping motion that indicated the entire world at large.

She took her glasses off entirely, sighing.

“Chamomile, I really didn’t think you were in danger. I didn’t even know who Tetra was. Cozy Glow gave everypony new names when she enhanced us. It was sort of a theme, you know?”

“Four. Tetra. Quattro.” I mumbled.

“And cubes are made of squares with four sides,” Quattro noted. “Maybe she never really intended for there to be more than four of us at once.”

“So she enhanced you, too?” I asked.

“A little,” Quattro confirmed. “Not as much as the others. I’m only a spy, after all. I do have a photographic memory, though. And I mean photographic. I can transfer my memories directly into empty memory orbs without a unicorn. I can even put images on holotapes just by holding them and focusing.”

“That’s all?” I asked, somewhat skeptical.

“For a spy, that’s pretty darn good,” Quattro countered. “I might also produce calming pheromones. Apparently that was a changeling thing they cracked. It keeps ponies from thinking too hard about contradictions or details.”

“Great, so you’re an amazing liar and a walking spy camera.”

“Flying spy camera. Yes. Sorry if that’s a disappointment. I don’t have a secret laser cannon in my chest.”

“Neither do--” I touched my chest. There was a patch of hard scales there, going from my breastbone all the way across my left pectoral. “--what the?!”

“Yeah… those appeared while you were healing,” Quattro said. She walked over to a burlap bag leaning against what had been a kitchen counter and pulled out a small shaving mirror, passing it over to me. She also grabbed a few more things, smoothing out a space on the floor and setting up a small chemical stove.

While she did that, I looked at myself. It was another change, a little more horrible and obvious than usual this time. The scales were hexagonal and shone like brushed silver. When I touched them, I could feel a subtle, staticy pressure.

“Thaumoframe?” I mumbled. “I’m growing thaumoframe?”

Maybe that explained the sixth sense. If it had been growing under my skin, in that mesh of heavy metals that protected me from energy weapons and radiation, my whole body could be like an antenna, picking things up. They were designed to resonate with magical fields, and I’d been exposed to so much SIVA and had parts of my armor driven into my body from shrapnel and blunt force trauma that there was no telling when my body had started doing things without asking.

“If it helps, I think it looks good on you,” Quattro offered.

“I don’t believe you but I’ll take it anyway because I’m emotionally drained and need any kind of support I can get,” I admitted. I tossed the mirror aside and sat down heavily next to the cot, leaning back against it.

She got a small fire going, and some of the dampness and chill started to depart. I saw her getting out a mess kit, and my stomach rumbled.

“I hope MREs are okay,” she said. “It’s what I was able to grab on the way out.”

“What happened after I passed out?” I asked.

“We took the General’s Vertibuck out. He didn’t need it and his guards all died in the confusion. I had to get you away from Tetra, and the only place to go was the Neighvarro fleet. We had the right transponder once we had the General’s transport, so I switched our uniforms and just formed up with the retreat.”

“Cozy Glow just let it happen?” I asked.

“You know, one of her biggest flaws is that she has to be in charge of every detail,” Quattro noted. “After that mysterious EMP grenade went off on the bridge, they needed a lot of time to restore systems and that gave the fleet enough of a window to escape.”

“Escape to where?” I asked.

Quattro waved a hoof outside. “Welcome to Stormreach. One of the Enclave’s best-kept secrets, mostly because nopony cares much about it. This was a lighter-than-air skyport back before the war, enclosed to make it easier to bring in the airships of the day.”

“Oh, I’ve seen those in books,” I said. “Blimps and zeppelins.”

“Right. Basically worthless in combat. One hole and you’re down for the count. Cloudships made them entirely obsolete. This place went from a civilian hangar to a military base to a wreck that had everything useful stripped out of it.”

“Then why come here?” I asked.

“Because it’s the size of a city and there’s a roof,” Quattro said with a shrug.

“But--” There was a flash of light from outside. I jumped to my hooves to look. A streak of light lanced down from the cloud roof and through the floor, a ball of fire streaking down faster than the speed of sound. In the light, for an instant, I saw cloudships hovering around the massive cavern of clouds.

It took me a moment to understand, and then I nodded.

“They can’t see the ships,” I said. “So they can’t target them from orbit.”

“Bingo,” Quattro agreed. “They’re using the time to make repairs and try to coordinate after that little decapitation attack Cozy Glow pulled off.”

“What a mess,” I mumbled. I don’t know if she’d picked the word decapitation on purpose just to mess with me. Seeing the General’s head pop like an overripe fruit stuffed with fireworks had been… well, I’d seen enough that it wasn’t going to give me nightmares but it had been extremely unpleasant.

“No kidding,” Quattro agreed. “I hope you can come up with a good plan to get my flank out of this fire because I don’t have one yet.”

“I’m still not sure whose side you’re on. For all I know this was part of Cozy Glow’s plan to keep track of the fleet, and I’m alive just so I can be your bodyguard.”

“That would be really clever if I hadn’t publically humiliated her. Actually, I’m pretty sure she’ll kill me on sight now just to make an example out of me.” Quattro shrugged. “I guess you being a heroic idiot rubbed off on me.”

“I’d be a little happier if you said it was because I was your friend.”

Quattro looked hurt by that. “I didn’t think I had to say that, Chamomile. Here. Eat something.”

She offered me one of the sealed foil pouches. I took it and tore it open with my teeth. Inside was rice and some kind of preserved vegetables along with a sticky brown sauce that tasted like salt and brown sugar. I didn’t get a good look at it because I mostly just stuck my snout in and downed it without even thinking the word poison until it was all gone and I’d licked the corners of the pouch clean.

“There are some crackers here too if you want them,” Quattro said, offering me a pack. I took them and crunched into the pack while she picked at her food. “I know you don’t trust me. That’s fair. I wouldn’t trust me either.”

“I’ll start trusting you more if you help me stop Cozy Glow from overthrowing the government,” I said.

Quattro nodded. “As long as your plan isn’t to fly straight at her and hope for the best.”

“It’s basically my only marketable skill,” I said. “Go fast and break stuff! But not really all that fast, just sort of… unwisely refusing to use the brakes.”

“Close enough,” Quattro said. “You think you can take Tetra?”

“I’ve beaten Rain Shadow literally every other time we fought,” I countered. “He got me by surprise, but he can’t surprise me anymore. That pony carries one crazy grudge, though. What’s up with that?”

“I have no idea,” Quattro admitted. She pulled out a small tin and cracked it open. The smell of sugar syrup wafted into the air. She carefully distributed the contents into two tin cups. I took mine. It was some kind of unidentifiable shredded fruit pulp floating in artificial sweetener and a vague suggestion of flavor. “I didn’t know he was on the team. I can guess why Cozy Glow promoted him, though.”

“So can I. She straight-up said he was willing to do anything to win. Somebody that obsessed has to be easy to predict and manipulate.”

“Maybe. As long as she’s playing into it. You can use it against her if you’re clever.”

“Clever isn’t really my brand of perfume. I’ll let Destiny figure out clever after I rescue her.”

“What about me? I’m clever.”

I gave her a flat look. “I’m not going along with any plan you come up with. And no, saving me and dragging me into this place doesn’t count as me going along with a plan, I was unconscious!”

She sighed. “Fair enough.”

I got up, finishing off the dessert. “So who’s in charge here?”

“In this particular room, or all of Stormreach?” Quattro asked, raising an eyebrow. I tilted my head, and she smirked and looked away. “Sorry. Little joke. I’m not sure who’s in charge. The chain of command was absolutely shattered and the way the Enclave works doesn’t make it all that easy to fix that.”

She stood up and walked over to the window. Now that I knew what I was looking at, I could make out the hulking shape of cloudships hovering among the docks and buildings.

“In theory, with the General dead, the captain of each ship is responsible for themselves until they get orders from above. They’re cooperating right now, swapping parts and trying to undo the sabotage from the Thunderhead engineers.”

“So they’re already working together and just need somepony to inspire them?” I asked.

“No, they’re arguing and waiting for orders because nopony wants to be responsible for losing their ship. Getting damaged during the Fleet Review? That was organized by somepony else. Conveniently, that pony is dead, so now it’s no one’s fault. If they decide to lead the charge against the Exodus Red and get shot down? Now it’s their problem because there’s no General or Grand Admiral to blame.”

“Ugh.” I mumbled.

“Right now there are ponies somewhere a thousand miles away arguing about who’s the best pony for the job, holding elections and focus groups, and then discussing the merits of every action they could take. The more they spread the blame around, the happier they are.”

“They’ll never do anything,” I realized.

“They’ll eventually do something. It’s just a lot slower than Cozy Glow can react.”

A siren started blaring across the cavernous space, echoing through the clouds and fog filling Stormreach. Red lights blared from hatches and windows onboard the nearby ships.

“Incoming warsat strike?” I asked.

“No. They haven’t even been giving alarms for those,” Quattro said. She hopped up into the window frame and looked around, stretching her neck to look straight up. “I don’t see anything.”

“Let’s go ask somepony with radar and comms,” I said, pointing at the nearest Raptor and grabbing the Neighvarro uniform I saw crumpled on the floor.

---

“Status report!” I barked. With almost half the crew tearing access panels off the walls to look for sabotage and the other half putting things back together in their wake, there were only a few ponies left to actually manage the ship. I wasn’t stopped on my way to the bridge of the Contraflow. One glance at a black uniform and they ignored me.

“All units preparing for air-to-air intercept!” somepony yelled. A panicked ensign almost slammed into me, tripping and dropping a box full of spare parts and manuals. He swore and swept it back up, hustling over to one of the bridge consoles and pulling it open, trying to get the dark screen online.

“I could use a few more details,” I said, stepping up behind one of the working radar screens and trying to figure out what all the triangles and text meant.

A young pony looked up, her mane hanging in the way that implied she’d been on duty for several extra shifts when she really needed a shower.

“Radar detected something coming in fast, but the angle is wrong for an orbital strike,” she said. “We can’t get a look at it without exposing our position. It’s advancing towards our position in a ballistic arc, but it’s corrected its trajectory several times. It’s either guided or manned.”

“How big is it?” Quattro asked. I have no idea how nopony had recognized her yet. Changing your uniform and wearing different glasses was barely a disguise. Was the Enclave this bad at counter-intelligence? I guess nopony expected a spy when we were, in theory, in the safest place in the world.

She adjusted some dials. “Smaller than a cloudship. Radar returns indicate a size only somewhat larger than a Vertibuck, but moving at almost mach two!”

“A missile?” I asked.

“Too big for an anti-ship missile, and a cruise missile is too precious to waste on a blind attack,” Quatto replied.

“We don’t have anypony stationed outside that can get eyes on it?” I asked.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“It doesn’t matter,” Quattro said. She leaned in to look, flipping a few switches to change the display into a different mode. “At that speed they’d never get a good look at it. We’ve got maybe two minutes before it’s on top of us.”

I tapped a hoof against the ground. “Only one thing for it. Gonna have to intercept. Who do I talk to if I need to requisition a set of armor? Mine’s stuck on the Juniper.”

“The Quartermaster?” the radar mare said. “But, Ma’am--”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m stronger and dumber than I look.”

---

“It’s sort of tight,” I complained, adjusting the band around my waist. I know I wasn’t getting fat. I barely had any body fat left. Using my wired reflexes was pure anaerobic exercise and I’d had to rely on it too much lately.

We were on the launch deck, right at the bottom of the ship, open on three sides to the air. I strained to see anything outside. The sirens were still blaring, and nopony had switched on searchlights. They were probably afraid to do anything that might make them targets.

“That’s military equipment for you,” Quattro said. She was checking the armor over while I put it on. “It only comes in two sizes -- too small, and too large.”

"I sure hope nopony set this thing to explode the moment I start it up."

Quattro nodded. ”If it helps, I’m not seeing anything suspicious here. I don’t think any of my former compatriots had fun with it. Or they’re so good at it that I can’t detect the traps they set.”

“If it starts shocking me in midair, I’m going to come back and punch you,” I warned.

“That’s entirely fair,” Quattro said. She patted my butt. “Don’t get killed. I’ll feel bad if I betrayed Cozy Glow for no reason.”

The ceiling overhead exploded open, shafts of late-evening sunlight pouring through along with something blocky and huge. I recognized it immediately, descending towards me like a black train on the express track to Tartarus.

“It’s the Grandus,” I whispered.

“I’ve never actually seen it in action, how bad--”

“Rocket launchers,” I ordered. “Hurry up!”

I picked one up and tried to strap it onto the armor myself, fumbling with the mount.

“You know Four’s in that thing, right?” Quattro made sure, getting a second one on the other side. I was distracted by the black brick of an Assault Armor dropping into Stormreach, surrounded by ultraviolet light. “You sure you want rockets?”

“Anything smaller and she won’t even notice me.” I twisted my chest, making sure the weapons were secure. “If I can get close enough, maybe I can get through to her. The last time she went crazy, the thaumoframe resonated with her! Now that I’ve got it in my chest…”

“That’s a stupid plan that involves you wrestling a giant deadly monster,” Quattro said. She gave me another slap on the ass. “Exactly up your alley! I’m going to try and coordinate some kind of fleet action.”

“Leave the helmet off,” I said when she tried to give it to me. “Four needs to see my face. It’s the only way this’ll work and I’m not worried about brain damage. If she decides to kill me, the helmet wouldn’t make much difference. Fleet action to do what?”

“Move around,” Quattro said. “While she’s here, Cozy Glow can see where the ships are! If she can relay that information, she can get orbital strikes on-target. It’s like a spy in Battleclouds.”

“And your solution is to move your ships,” I said.

“Never play a boardgame fairly if you can get away with it,” Quattro said.

Outside, the Grandus flared with light and turned to one of the ships, the clouds closing up above it, the natural motion of the soft roof collapsing back inwards. She opened up with the machine’s scattering beam cannon, a shotgun blast of death rays burning into the nearest Raptor. The ship returned fire with small arms, deck guns and anti-missile systems spraying her and getting deflected by the machine’s impervious barrier system.

I jumped into the air. I didn’t really know how to use Enclave-standard power armor. It felt lighter than wearing nothing at all, negating its own weight and some of mine. This was something I was gonna have to figure out on the fly, literally. I took a shot at extreme range, firing a rocket towards the Grandus. It impacted the slab-sided monster and exploded a hoof-width away from the armor.

The Grandus ignored it the way I might ignore a fly, focusing on a flight of soldiers firing with beam rifles as if they’d do better than the literal warships pouring fire onto her. She fired again, and three of them simply vanished, vaporized by the heat of the blast.

There was a blinding flash deeper in Stormreach. I looked back over my shoulder. One of the ships near the back wall was sinking, its keel shattered by a strike from above. Quattro must have been right about Four acting as a spotter. I had to distract her. I had to do something! Anything!

“Four!” I yelled as loud as I could. I had to get through to her. “Four! It’s me! Stop shooting!”

I saw her taking aim at more helpless soldiers. They fired their laser guns and it had just as much effect as if they were using flashlights. I fired both rocket launchers at once, rocking the Grandus just a tiny bit, the solid shells doing a fraction better against that barrier than the energy weapons.

She turned slowly to me, the glaring face of the Grandus focusing on me along with the front-mounted beam cannon. I fired again on instinct. I didn’t need to be psychic to know she was just going to blast away. Her beams hit my rockets midway between us and the cloud of debris and force of the explosion gave me a slim shadow of safety, only a few of the stray beams getting through and glancing off my shoulder and foreleg, ripping off armor. The suit wasn’t nearly as tough as what I was used to.

I went straight at her through the smoke, popping out with the Grandus closer than expected. I slammed into the head and lost my balance, having to grab onto it and fight for purchase.

“Four!” I yelled. “It’s me, Chamomile! You have to remember!”

ENEMY

It ran through me like I’d licked a lightning bolt. I saw things from other eyes for a fraction of a second. Everything outlined in red, every target accompanied by an urge -- a command -- to attack it. Being locked in place, fire running through my veins from the injections. Thoughts clouded by a blanket of binary hatred from the machine possessing me.

It ended in that same second, the Grandus’s aura flaring brighter. The machine roared. Four wasn’t piloting it as much as she was a component caught between the gears of an engine that was grinding her up and churning out death.

My heart jumped. I felt the magic surge around me. I held on for dear life. A burst of telekinetic force exploded out in all directions, knocking two Raptors off their moorings and setting them adrift and blowing a sphere out of the dilapidated buildings around us. It washed over me, tearing at my tail and ripping the scorpion-sting of the Enclave standard armor off. I barely felt more than that.

“Did she miss me?” I asked. No, that wasn’t it. I was just so close that I’d been in a blind spot. I was hugging so close to the Grandus that the wave had started above me, and only my tail had been caught outside the eye of the storm.

I crawled forward, carefully avoiding the blade antenna serving as the thing’s proxy horn. That thing was throwing off so much magical energy that I was sure I’d get fried if I touched it.

“Four!” I yelled again, hanging down to look into the camera array that the assault armor used as eyes.

The lenses focused on me, and I felt it. A moment of recognition. Confusion. The machine tried to clamp down on it.

“Four, it’s me! Chamomile! You have to listen!” My heart thudded hard in my chest, the scales made out of thaumoframe plates glowing so brightly it was visible through the power armor.

Everything went sideways.

---

I was everywhere and nowhere, floating in the space you see when you close your eyes.

“Where am I?” Four echoed.

I saw her appear, a ghostly form that blurred against the background. It was only barely her, something my mind was labeling as Four Damascus no matter how little the shimmering, weak light resembled her. It was just something I knew as strongly as I knew my own self.

“I don’t think we’re really anywhere,” I thought. Said. Both at the same time.

“I’ve been here before. I’ve been here with you,” Four thought. She came closer, and something grabbed at her, a tether like a leash made of barbed wire, cutting into her spirit and trying to yank her away from me. I could feel it, that same hateful machine presence from before. The thaumobooster, haunted by spirits of dead ponies.

“Four!” I yelled, reaching towards her. I felt like I was leaving my body. Part of me touched part of her, and memories flowed. The ones that I’d seen in a crystal orb, memories stolen from her that I’d taken back.

They were part of her, and they flowed into the light of her soul faster than the machine could pull her away, drawn like iron to a magnet.

“Chamomile!” she gasped.

---

The world came back. Or we’d never left it. Whatever had happened, it had been a fraction of an instant. I was still holding on to an invincible death machine being controlled by a girl who I’d been almost absolutely sure was dead.

The Grandus’ gaze shifted to me, the aura cooling from hot ultraviolet to ice-cold blue. The huge head opened up like a mouth splitting ear-to-ear, revealing Four Damascus hanging in the control harness, surrounded by even more wires and restraints than the last time I’d seen her like this. Some of the lines looked like IVs going directly into her veins.

“Chamomile,” she whispered, managing a small smile.

“Hey there,” I said. “It’s been a while. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Four said, coughing. She shook her head, fighting off a drowsiness like she was just coming out of a nap deep enough to pull her back into slumber. “You’ll get hurt.”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” I said softly. “This machine isn’t good for you, Four. The Grandus--”

“I know,” she said. “But this machine and I are connected. I can’t just walk away from it anymore. Maybe I could have back when we first met, but not now. I need it, and it needs me.”

“You’re more than a weapon.”

She laughed. “I know. I knew you’d say that, too.” She reached out to touch me, taking my right hoof. “I can’t escape this any more than you can escape what happened to you. You saw my memories, Chamomile. I wanted them so badly, but I really was better off without them. Isn’t that ironic?”

A tear ran down her cheek. I reached for her to wipe it off. In that silent moment, another orbital strike blasted through one of the Raptors docked in Stormreach, smashing its bridge.

“You’ve got to call off these strikes!” I said. “Please, Four! We can come up with something--”

“I’m not the one doing it,” Four said. “I’m just here to be a distraction.”

“A distraction? That means…” I looked away. With the mist from the disintegrating buildings, practically a whole army could be moving around in Stormreach without anypony noticing.

Four gasped, clutching her chest. Around her, screens flashed red warning signs.

“What’s wrong?!” There wasn’t time to worry about a phantom menace. “Four!”

“Life support--” she gasped. “It’s rejecting-- I have to abort and return! I’m sorry, Chamomile!” She slumped in her seat and the armored prow slammed closed, almost catching my hoof in the aperture. I was flung away by a sudden telekinetic wake, and the Grandus exploded upwards in a ballistic arc, vanishing through the cloud roof.

“Not again,” I mumbled.

I’d never be able to catch up to her. The only good I could do now was to figure out who was calling shots for the artillery and stop them before they blew up what was left of the fleet. Then I could take out my frustration on them.

Comments

[Thought Prism]

Hooray, Four is back! And you make it all the way to 100 chapters! 🎉

[Innman7]

Great chapter as always. It sure fits the human (pony?) condition. Even with the enemies at the gate, we bicker and pass blame. Meanwhile, the heroes try to get stuff done.

It's interesting to see another SIVA mutation in Chamomile. It's been a long minute since we've had to worry about that. Now, we see that she's got a whole new magic system growing inside of her. Is this the first seedlings to grow into Alicorn Chamomile?

Either way, I'm looking forward to seeing what's next. We've got to see Cube now that Chamomile's decisively broken off from Polar Orbit, and Rain Shadow/Tetra will be an exciting mirror-match boss fight.

Thanks for the chapter, and congratulations on hitting three digits!

[Reese]

Congratulations on Chapter 100, by the way. :)

"the bridge of the Contraflow. One glance"
"the bridge of the Contraflow. One glance"?

"I know I wasn’t getting fat."
"I knew I wasn’t getting fat."?

Thanks for writing!

[Ahsoka Tano]

So is this like alternate universe within a alternate universe now? :P