One Final Sunrise
The sirens went unheeded by most. They did not matter; there was no hiding from what was coming, not like from a Griffon bombing raid or a tornado. A basement or the cupboard under the stairs was not enough. Crouching low in a bathtub with some pillows piled on top would save nopony this time. Even a purpose-built bomb shelter in your backyard or beneath a public park was of no use. Just a warning that the end was nigh. Now is the time to make peace with yourself and with your Princesses. Now is the time to pray.
The dawn came, and the sirens sounded, and then they went painfully silent. Everything was silent. No planes rumbling overhead, no cars on the roads, no happily laughing foals in the streets. Just an oppressive stillness, like the hour before a summer storm breaks. Ponies huddled miserably together, clinging to their families, their pets, or just sitting out on the porch with their spouse or lover, watching the sun come up, the last sunrise they would ever see.
And what a sunrise it was. Celestia made damn sure of it. The skies were clear, a brilliant ripple of purple-red on the horizon spreading across the vast empty canvas until the whole sky looked like an abstract painting. And then the glowing orb itself crested the edge of the world, and everything was golden, perfectly golden, like the doors of heaven had swung open and the Princess herself was there to welcome every single one of her subjects home.
The only parts of Equestria that were not silent were the places where Griffon military forces were on the move. The grinding clank of tank tracks and endless dirge of wheels as convoys of trucks pounded the dirt roads into mud and heavy armoured vehicles tore up the asphalt beneath their bulk, jets screeching overhead in support, the low throbbing whir of helicopters. It was an army on the march, but it may as well have been a training exercise, as they met no opposition. Trench lines and bunkers sat abandoned, doors swinging gently in the breeze like some horror movie set. The towns they passed through seemed deserted. Canterlot, the distant capital, was their goal. They knew the Princess was there. Their satellites had intercepted the radio and video transmission from the palace to their strange collective shibboleth, the lifeboat that the ponies believed in, but the Griffons did not.
It hardly seemed a fair fight any longer. There had been strong resistance around the spaceport at New Zebrica, but that was all. Nopony seemed to care about defending anything else. The Equestrian Army had melted away, like a snowflake landing upon the tongue. Just as King Grissom had planned. The whole of Equestria, consumed by fear and devoutly following the lies of their Princess, had simply given up. They had no will to resist, and soon, the whole of the country would be under Grissom's claw, prostrate and begging for a real leader, one who had not become swallowed by a messiah complex and a desire to become like a bell-ringing lunatic with a 'The End Is Nigh' placard strung around their neck, both at the same time. Celestia had led her country to ruin, and now she was about to deliver it wholesale to the Kingdom of Griffonia.
In Canterlot, Celestia and Luna stood together on the high balcony of the palace, watching the sunrise together, two sisters enjoying a final peaceful moment, a warm and loving embrace, a gentle kiss on the forehead. The city below seemed empty, though both knew hundreds of thousands of desperate ponies were down there, somewhere, cowering in corners or tucked up in bed shivering with fear, all knowing their only chance of survival came from within the walls of the tower the royal sisters were standing upon.
They were all there; Cadence, Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Starswirl, Shining Armor, Sunburst, Starlight Glimmer. Plus a cadre of a hundred and fifty trained sorcerers and military barrier-magic experts, the best of the best of those who had not been assigned to Friendship One. It would take every ounce of strength in their bodies, all of them combined, and it would still likely not be enough.
Celestia and Luna entered the throne room, where the others waited, face drawn and downcast. Some, like Rainbow Dash, seemed keen to get to the action and finally be doing something. All the waiting, all the tension of the last five years of public knowledge, was coming to a head. This was it. They would do, or they would die.
Celestia thought about giving a speech, but she had given enough of those during her long life. Besides, she had given one a short while earlier, to the crew of Friendship One, now a very fast-moving dot somewhere out there, outrunning physics itself, tearing through the ether like a bullet through the air- or else it was now a very fast-moving cloud of atomised debris, condemned to drift for eternity through the dark and lonely abyss.
Whatever the fate of their brave colonists, their focus was here and now. New Equis was, quite literally, a whole new world. Even if they survived the impending holocaust, the battered survivors might never learn of the fate of Friendship One at all. It could remain forever a mystery.
"It is coming," Celestia said suddenly. "I feel it."
They all turned to look at her. A sudden shock, sweeping through her system just as it swept through her Sun. The gamma ray burst was in the solar system, its powerful radiation rippling across the surface of the star, as though a pebble had just been hurled into a pond at lightspeed. A violent plume of superheated matter burst from the far side of the Sun, like blood spattering from an entry wound, the radiation having raised the surface temperature rapidly, but the Sun itself would not die. Even the gamma ray burst was not strong enough for that, not at the distance it had been travelling, gradually widening the beam, gradually losing focus and energy density over so many trillions of miles, as the months and years rolled past. The Sun was much too big, much too powerful an entity in its own right, to be destroyed or severely damaged by the blast. But a planet?
Oh, a planet was quite an exquisite morsel for it to chew upon.
"We have minutes at best," Celestia informed everypony. They moved into position, pre-planned, a wide diamond formation. The Elements of Harmony formed an inner ring around the four Alicorns, while everypony else clustered at one of the four points of the diamond. At a nod from Celestia, everypony present closed their eyes. Their horns glowed. The Elements glowed around the necks of their bearers. Slowly but surely, casting the same protection spell and augmented by the mysterious magic of the Elements, they formed a dome above the palace, then above the city, spreading outward and expanding farther from its source with the same creeping certainty as the gamma ray burst. A city could be protected by one Alicorn easily; Cadence had used her magic to defend the Crystal Empire when needed, and Celestia had protected Canterlot against Luna's rage centuries ago before banishing her. To protect a planet was altogether a different prospect, which was why all the Alicorns, the Elements, Starswirl and the other hundred and fifty unicorns were combining their strength.
The glimmering dome rose from Canterlot, alarming Griffon military observers watching the city via live spy-sat link. They calmed once they realised it was just a shield. Perhaps Celestia feared a nuclear attack in retaliation for her use of atomic weaponry? But King Grissom had no intention of deploying his nuclear arsenal; why would he, when he was conquering the whole of Equestria with contemptuous ease? There was essentially no resistance now, other than a few scattered squads here and there who were determined to die for their flag and their Princesses in a more meaningful manner. The rest were just waiting for annihilation from beyond the stars, and that made them easy prey, rounded up in vast numbers where they still wore the uniform, and simply dissipating like a hot breath on a cold night as the Griffonian army advanced, scattered to the winds by their groundless fears.
Grissom did not want to rule over a dead land, ruined by radiation, and though a small part of him feared that Celestia might launch all of Equestria's missiles out of spite or panic, he doubted that would be the case. She expected death on an even grander scale to be imminent. Her conviction was so great it seemed unlikely she would use those weapons until her belief was truly shattered when nothing happened at all. By that time, by the time her disillusioning was complete, the Griffonian army would have already captured Canterlot and, quite probably, the missile launch sites as well. Even now, large transport planes, escorted by squadrons of fighters, were carrying Griffon drop-companies to the missile fields, where they would hurl themselves from the open ramps and doors and descend with frightening speed upon the silos and their command bunkers. There was no Equestrian air force left to oppose them. The radar stations they passed over lay dormant. No missiles leapt up to meet them, so great was Equestria's collapse. Like a black hole, the nation and its once-proud army had turned in on itself, an empty shell, a nothingness. Only distance stood between Grissom and total domination. Distance, and time.
The shield expanded, puzzling and worrying some Griffon observers. Perhaps it was not just a shield, but some kind of magic weapon? There was puzzlement until somebody reminded the assembled generals and ministers that the pony belief in the coming end was so great, they would continue to keep up the pretence until the last possible moment. Until all doubt had gone that they had made a mistake. Until the Griffons were kicking in the palace doors and gunning down the Princesses, distracted as they would be by their magic. Producing such a shield required great concentration. Attempting to produce a shield of this magnitude would be enough to put one into an almost catatonic state; there would be no resistance in the palace. The nearest units to the city were an hour away.
But they did not have an hour.
The gamma ray burst swept on through the void, invisible, like a tidal wave that could not be seen. There was no warning of its approach. It was like a torpedo fired by a submerged submarine, running silent and deep until it struck its target. Though the shield surrounded the planet as though it were in a snowglobe, it was translucent, and the first indication anybody on the ground got of the sudden storm was when the heavens came alive with auroras, even in the morning sky. It looked like the world was inside of a disco ball, some cosmic nightclub kaleidoscope nightmare evolving over their heads. Outside of the shield, hard radiation battered itself against the barrier, like a shark pounding on the hull of a glass-bottomed boat. It looked for a moment like it would hold; gamma ray bursts do not last long, seconds to minutes at the most. But then the full bore of the storm struck with a power unmatched anywhere in the universe.
The shield wavered, flickered like a lightbulb, dimmed, burst back into newly resurgent strength as Celestia and Luna pushed themselves to the brink of death, straining their bodies and draining them of their very essence to keep the shield up. But it was not enough. The shield bent and buckled, and was punctured first approximately one thousand miles off of the southern coast of Equestria, over the open and empty expanse of the Southern Ocean. Here, the radiation rushed through like water flowing through a hole in a dam, and just like a dam breach, that undermined the rest of the structure.
The waters of the Southern Ocean beneath the breach began to boil as they were suddenly heated by the onrushing tide of electromagnetic energy. Huge clouds of steam burst from the surface, superheated and scalding. An unfortunate Griffon frigate, patrolling the nearby Fairmile Islands, was turned into a pressure cooker, frying its crew inside its metal hull, the fat and muscle melting from their bones.
The skies above the sea turned to fire as the radiation ripped through. Clouds vanished in the sudden heat haze, Celestia's gorgeous sunrise now replaced with a hellish skyscape, like something from the twisted mind of a half-demented artist instead of the earlier picturesque tableau. Flames burst into horrible life upon the shores of the Fairmile Islands, grass and trees and birds igniting, the sands on the beaches fusing into glass. The same thing happened on the shore of Equestria's southern coastline. The shield, now fatally undermined, collapsed entirely. Its source, Canterlot and its palace, turned to fire in a heartbeat.
In the upper atmosphere, the ozone layer was torn to shreds, stripping away the protective shroud that shielded the planet from cosmic rays and solar flares. There was just too much energy hitting it, too fast, too hard. A gamma ray burst from a more distant star would have still damaged the layer, but most of its harm would have been absorbed by the atmosphere, the thick and cloying air that would have cushioned the blow and absorbed the radiation like the lead shielding or tank of water around a nuclear reactor. The farther away it originated, the less damage it would do. Sigma-225b had been fired at point blank range in cosmological terms, and its impact reflected that proximity.
In Griffonian military HQ, radio links, relayed by satellite from their ground and air forces in Equestria, began to cut out one by one. Video screens went blank. On the other side of the world, the Griffons and their King could only watch on with confusion, and a rapidly spreading sense of dread that maybe, just maybe, the Princess had been right after all.
In Canterlot, the palace burned to the ground, towers of flame crumbling, with molten gold running down the marble walls like candle wax. The Princesses, the Elements and their bearers, and all those who had remained behind were gone.
In Hoofburg airbase, the heat of the burning sky ignited the rocket fuel reserve, sending a huge billowing plume of fire belching forth from the earth. The staff housing, where the families of the launch team huddled, glowed with the heat, melting away.
In Hoofston, the mission control team for Friendship One were incinerated at their desks, the last message from Equis sent mere seconds ago, but lost forever in the blizzard of incoming radiation.
Near Ponyville, the entire Everfree Forest blazed, a hideous inferno, the weird and varied denizens of that oddly magical place nothing more than ash beneath the rain of pine resin and exploding sap as tree after tree succumbed to the end.
In Manehattan, city of glass and steel, a million windows shattered in the heat as the sky turned into a hellscape, something drawn from Discord's darkest visions. The lord of chaos had long since disappeared, retreating to his own pocket dimension. Even he could not stop this.
In Griffonia, as the screens went dark, the military commanders began to receive panicked messages from units stationed thousands of miles from the initial impact point, not yet affected by the catastrophe but able to feel its peripheral effects. They could see something was very wrong, and their radios crackled heavily with static.
"Viper 1-5 to command, something's going on out here! That shield is gone, I say again, the Equestrian shield is gone!"
"Sunray 6 to all units on this net, standby. Our rad-meters just spiked off the charts, awaiting confirmation."
"Command, this is Angel 2, emergency traffic! The whole sky is on fire to the west!"
The Griffons were powerless to act, or even to respond to their units, because they simply didn't know what was going on. Magic? Nuclear detonations? Or were the prophetic words of the Princess from five years earlier, broadcast on every channel and station and frequency, coming true? Was this really the disaster she had claimed, or was it a trick, a final, last-minute deceit? Had she been fooling them all along, lulling them into some false sense of security so she could unleash her superweapon? Was her spaceship actually that which it had been feared initially, some kind of orbital weapons platform?
King Grissom flew into a momentary rage, thinking Celestia had outsmarted him after all, but calmed himself as more panicked reports flooded in from border posts. There were desperate calls for help, messages of huge spikes in radiation and temperature, and one by one, those reporting in went silent, their feed cut, a hiss of static on the line, like a million angry bees. One underground bunker complex reported a thick, brown mist coming in through their ventilation system. They went quiet moments later.
Another reported switching to internal ventilation because their oximeters and flowmeters were showing that almost no actual air was coming in from outside. They too dropped silently off the radio net shortly after.
"Get me some satellite imagery of Canterlot!" one general demanded. He was curtly informed that the spy satellite they had been using for that purpose had gone offline.
"Then get me some fucking imagery of somewhere else!" he replied. His anger turned to deep concern when he was told that there was not one single satellite available. They had all gone offline- shut down, destroyed, signal blocked, nobody was sure. But they were not responding. None of them, even the ones in orbit over Griffonia. Not just spy-sats, but weather satellites, pollution monitoring satellites, communications satellites. They tried piggybacking on the civilian satellites that relayed television and radio signals, but they, too, had gone dark.
"An EMP!" the general snarled. "Has to be. By the gods, that thing she built up there..." He paused. That made no sense. An electromagnetic pulse that powerful would destroy all of Equestria's satellites, too. Come to that, it would likely destroy all of their electronics, full stop. But then, if Celestia was willing to run her country into the ground and see it laid low economically and militarily, might she take this final, mad step? Perhaps she was aboard that ship after all, riding away to glory and to a new world while leaving her great rivals, the Griffons, stumbling round in the stone age?
But the scientist in him (and he had a doctorate in chemistry, as a former head of Griffonia's chemical weapons programme) said that no EMP weapon could be built that was powerful enough to affect an entire planet. An entire hemisphere, yes, maybe, with a big enough warhead and an altitude high enough. But Griffonia was on the other side of the planet, or at least most of it was, and so were her domestic satellites. Any weapon detonated, even in space, would find the huge, rocky bulk of Equis lying in its path, and its radiation attenuating away in the whisper-thin upper atmosphere. A nuclear detonation threw radiation in all directions, and did not concentrate enough of its force to affect something that was thousands of miles away. No, an EMP weapon could not do that. This had to be coming from something- or somewhere- else. A great sinking feeling gripped his heart, dragging it slowly down into the icy depths of true realisation.
Yes, the Princess had been speaking the truth. The only thing he could think of that was powerful enough to do that was either an enormous solar flare, which they would have been able to detect- or a gamma ray burst, which they wouldn't.
They had seen nothing, yet if they were to be looking out from the opposite hemisphere, from Equestria or New Zebrica or the Southern Ocean or the great archipelago that ran like a spine through that vast and mighty sea, they would have been able to see a light in the sky. A small, faint light compared to the brilliant, blazing sun, but enough to be visible even in the soft daylight of early morning, like the half-moon that hangs dimly in the blue sky in winter. This was the death glow of Sigma-225b, ten lightyears away, an echo from the past, for the star had been gone for a decade. Only now was the light from that terrible, catastrophic event reaching Equis, and it was bringing hell along with it.
In the irradiated, heat-scarred ruins of Equestria, there was no life. One half of the planet had been scoured clean, not just of civilization, but of the very air itself, the huge pulse of radiation overpowering everything, out-muscling Equis's protective magnetic field and atmosphere which would have kept the planet safe from a more distant or less energetic event. Most of the atmosphere had been torn apart at a molecular level, so intense was the energy directed at it, and reassembled by a chain reaction into large quantities of nitrous oxide, a brown fog which was what the Griffonian bunker had been seeing, seeping through their vents. This process would have happened more slowly and on a more limited scale after a less severe burst, a glancing blow or a widely dispersed distant explosion, but the concentration of gamma rays, x-rays and other highly energetic particles meant that it was happening on a vast scale, turning most of the hemisphere into a brown, hellish wasteland, covered with thick cloying fog instead of a true atmosphere.
On the other side of the world, there was panic.
The communications net had gone dark. Both the military and civilian leadership of Griffonia had no contact with their own units, their own cities, their own citizens. The national power grid had gone down; not all at once, but in a rolling series of cascading blackouts, starting in the westernmost provinces- those on the periphery of the dead hemisphere- and gradually moving eastward, a combination of power shedding, overloading and whatever damage the gamma ray burst was doing. The military had backup generators and so did the government buildings and royal palace, but the operators at their radio sets were not getting through to anybody.
"Any unit on this net, any unit on this net, report status, over!"
"This is Griffonia Command calling all vessels at sea, respond on this frequency if you hear this message."
"Is anybody there? Anybody at all? Please, somebody, come in! I don't even care if you're a pony, just...tell me there's somebody else still out there!"
The airwaves were not silent, for they thrummed with static; severe, harsh bursts of white noise filled the headsets of the radio operators. The radiation detectors posted at the entrances to the palace as part of its security system were ticking away like a field of a thousand croaking frogs. The guards outside wore respirators and gas masks as they stood watch over the hideous red-brown sky that had replaced the fine, golden evening of a few minutes earlier. So swift had the end of the world been that most Griffons didn't even know it had happened yet; they imagined a power failure, perhaps an Equestrian bombing or missile attack on a local power plant, not realising the scale of the issue. The red sky? Well, at night, that was good, wasn't it? Shepherd's delight, they said. As they lit candles in their lounges and murmured through the darkened streets, the Griffons, with the exception of their leadership, remained ignorant of the facts.
Their world was dying.
A harsh, stinging rain began to fall; a dirty rain, brown like the sky. The guards retreated beneath the porticoes of the palace. There shouldn't have been rain. It wasn't in the forecast. It burned, too, like being lightly pelted with a stinging hail. This wasn't right. Not right at all.
Darkness fell quickly, partly due to the time of day and partly due to the soot and ash swirling through what remained of the atmosphere. There was an eerie quiet hanging over Griffonstone. The evening birdsong chorus was silent. They said the animals were the first to know when something was wrong- before an earthquake, for instance. Perhaps that gloriously reddish sunset was not a benign symbol. Not on this particular night. Now, slowly, the Griffons in the streets began to realise what their King and his ministers already knew. Something was definitely very badly wrong.
The winds came next, howling gales blowing out of the hills, off of the sea, from seemingly nowhere. Whipping across the land, carrying unwary Griffons into the air, knocking over light poles and trees, stripping tiles from rooftops. This, like the acidic rain, was definitely not in the forecast. Hurricane-strength gusts took cars and fences and streetlights on a merry journey down the street. The anemometers atop the Griffonian National Meteorological Observatory registered their highest ever reading- two hundred and ninety miles per hour- before they were ripped from their moorings. Buildings collapsed. Trucks and heavy intercity buses were tossed about like toys, hurled into the air above the darkened cities and towns of Griffonia. Panic descended rapidly across the population. The Griffons had their own ancient creation myths, and they had their own apocalyptic myths, too. Except they weren't just myths anymore. The winds, the bloody sky, the claw of their ancient primitive god enveloping their world and squeezing it in a death-grip.
The crazed atmospheric conditions caused by the sudden, intense heating of one half of the planet had caused the winds, dramatic and sudden, as the air sought to regain its equilibrium, rushing from a place of high pressure to one of low pressure. The ozone layer was all but gone, torn asunder by the bath of hard radiation. The atmosphere itself was crumbling; some of it had been torn free and hurled into space by the highly energetic collisions and sudden heating, while some had been converted by the rapid chemical reactions into nitrogen dioxide. One hemisphere was gone, but the other was not safe.
The gamma ray bust was still blazing through space like a river of radiation, and the planet was slowly, inexorably rotating about its axis. Every second that passed brought more of its surface into the firing line, fresh, virgin territory for the burst to work upon. Now, it was Griffonian territory that was burning, the fires igniting under the death-gaze of the burst, spreading rapidly and ferociously, fanned by the winds, all-consuming.
In Griffonstone, King Grissom held his head in his claws and wept.
The windows of the palace crashed in, pelted by debris from the raging, howling storms. Great stained-glass triumphs depicting his predecessors now lay scattered in a million jagged pieces before him.
Just like my kingdom.
He wept, he laughed the bitter and broken laugh of one who finally knows they have been foolish, ignorant. The laugh of a griffon who spent a lifetime smoking and is surprised when he finally gets diagnosed with lung cancer. The laugh of a griffon who abused his wife and is surprised when she leaves him. The laugh of a griffon utterly convinced it was his enemy who was the fool, but who was surprised when he turned out to have been the blind one all along.
He summoned his generals, told them to do what they could, save who they could.
Then he drew his pistol and put a bullet in the side of his head.
The gamma ray burst continued unabated for forty-seven minutes and twelve seconds. Then, it ended as abruptly as it began, as if somebody had turned off a giant, invisible light. There had been longer bursts recorded in the past, some from very distant supernovae lasting several hours. But forty-seven minutes was more than enough.
Half of the planet was dead, a sterilized and silent world save for the howling of the winds and the crackling of the fires. The other half was dying, a terminal patient with little time left. The destruction of the ozone layer alone would doom them all; the constant bombardment from ultraviolet light from the sun would cause cancers and cripple food production. The ash from the fires and the photochemical smog would coat the world, hanging in the upper atmosphere like a blanket, cooling it. What was left of the atmosphere was a twisted wreck of its former self, with acidic nitrogen-rain falling from the skies, nitrogen smog rolling like morning mist across the landscape, storms raging.
It would not take long for the survivors to begin to suffocate; the oxygen concentration of this new and badly wounded atmosphere had dropped below survivable levels thanks to the effects of the blast. Many griffons had forgotten about Celestia's dire predictions. Most had not believed her anyway, their trust firmly rooted in Grissom's competent leadership and not in the mythos of the Princess. Large numbers of them died without even knowing what had befallen their world. Those who did remember cursed their King for not believing, just as he had cursed himself at the very end.
It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered now. It was all over. The war, so close to being won, had been lost after all.
The last griffons alive on the planet were members of the Griffonian Navy's submarine corps. Their ballistic missile boats were nuclear-powered and could stay at sea for a year before their reactors needed maintenance. Their crews, surfacing to find their throats closing up from the particulates and their lungs gasping for sufficient oxygen, no radio communication with headquarters, and no visibility thanks to the smog, panicked and returned below the surface. They died several months after G-Day when their food supplies ran out, and with them died the Griffonian military, the proud martial tradition which had led them to within touching distance of victory. So close, yet so far, denied by something that came from among the stars and destroyed everything.
Among those same stars, trillions of miles away, one small speck of the old, dead world sailed onward.
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i guess the hippogriffs didn't fare much better underwater.
Celestia decided all or none, and Discord stayed out because his umbrella over the fail point wouldnt have been enough to prevent the shield collapse?
You can get a long way down in five years, but no City Of Ember Ark? Or just not enough resources even for rich employers with dragon etc crews?
Its going to take a lot of millenia before even G5 can get going?
Another question I have, why the hell Celestia didn't use the king's greed by making a deal that was "if nothing happens by the day of the alleged catastrophe, the territories and resources of Equestria will pass to the empire" or even promise the enslavement of the princesses as a bonus or something to at least make sure the empire wasn't fucking around???
This story briefly hit the feature box at 6:52 pm, congrats on that.
I wonder what will become of Discord
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I wouldn't be surprised if he, once seeing how Equestria ended up, abandoned the planet. Of course, there is the issue of that, well, he'd likely have to travel for a loooooong time to be able to get to any other sort of civilisation, perhaps he could potentially follow the ship in some way.
I don't know how it's interpreted in this story, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's drastically weakened if he returns to the world, or he might just not leave the chaos realm at all until he can find somewhere else that isn't, well, dead.
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Hussah!
Briefly is better than never, so I'll certainly take that!
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Well, the King thought Celextia was going mad. Why would he think she was being truthful if she promised that? He would probably imagine that it was some kind of trick. Grissom was happy enough to bleed Equestria dry economically until they were so weakened militarily (both by fuel shortages and the collapse of morale that saw mass desertions) that he could invade with basically no issue. He was playing the long game- or he thought he was, at least!
A little disappointed it looks like we wont get to see what became of the Friendship One. I would say my only complaint with this story would be why did all the princesses decide to stay behind if they knew there was no chance? I would understand if Celestia and Luna stayed, maybe even Cadence, but I feel like at least one of them should have gone to give Friendship One the best possible chance of success. In my opinion Twilight and her friends would have been perfect for this. Alas it’s your story and you get to choose how it ends, I enjoyed it regardless.
This line really hits gold
The end of the world was as horrifying as it should be.
Also, what happened to the ponies in the survival bunkers?
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If Celestia et al hadn't shielded a significant portion of the planet, it would have been doomed anyway; it'd just take longer. As for Discord, even his power has limits, or he would have, at the very least, sped Friendship One on its way. And an underground vault would have drawn resources away from a project that barely launched as it is.
I'm actually kind of surprised the gamma radiation didn't hit even harder. I was expecting everyone on that side of the planet to just die, instantly, bodies shutting down from the radiation before the fires even started.
No G5 here, I'm afraid! This is a planetary-level extinction event, possibly a permanent one if Celestia's passing means the planet gets tidally locked. Even if not, we're down to anaerobic microbes.
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It's possible that, if they'd announced their plans to leave on the ship, morale would have sunk too low to actually complete the project. As for the ship itself, maybe the author has a sequel in mind (e: though, given the tags on most of BRBrony9's stories, maybe we should hope not?), but this is where the story of Equis ends.
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They lived!
For a while.
I pictured them living a frugal Fallout-style existence in their vaults until the supplies ran out or the oxygen plants gave up and they ran out of spare parts. Not a particularly nice way to go out but maybe better than instantly frying on the surface (or maybe not, depending on your personal preferences)!
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The Princesses felt there was a chance, however tiny, and that it was their duty to try everything to save the planet. The ship would succeed or fail without them; it didn't need them to be on board in order to fly, but the planet needed them to stay if there was to be any tiny possibility of saving it (imagine a captain and a skeleton crew staying with a sinking ship in the hope of successfully plugging the leak, for instance, instead of taking to the lifeboat), and as another commenter said, morale would have plummeted if they had announced they were going to abandon the planet. There would have been riots and mutinies and the ship would probably never have been built anyway. I did ponder whether to send one of them on the journey but I felt if either sister stayed, the other would too, and Twilight would stay with them both and with the Elements, etc.
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I do have a kind of plan to do a short sequel to this, something that came to mind as a one-shot story but which I think could be adapted to follow on from this one. Hopefully I'll be able to write it soon enough, though I do have other stories being worked on too so it might be a little while. We'll see!
I'm wondering if the damage could have been lessened if they had moved the planet so that the sun was between them and the GRB, with the sun basically eclipsing the burst somewhat.
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I think they did better than we expected but not as good as they hoped.
They successfully created a shield big enough to save the planet but they were only able to sustain it for a few minutes but as we found out they needed to survive for ~47 minutes so even then they ended up not even being close to what was needed.
If the burst had been drastically shorter they would have survived.
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The submarines survived so maybe they did too for a while?
I'd assume the lack of breathable air above would translate into a lack of oxygenated water below assuming they weren't in the part of the ocean that boiled earlier.
It didn't seem to be a very well thought out plan.
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The damage from the burst would have been lessened, but moving the sun so far from its normal orbit would have destroyed civilization just the same, thanks to the catastrophic tidal effects on the planet and either more or less heat and radiation reaching it, depending on whether you moved the star closer or farther awayt. So, pick your poison I guess!
This story isn't really about equestria, but about humans called "ponies" and "griffons". The society presented is just modern america, complete with satellite TV, supermarkets, car dependency. They barely even acknowledge that they have magic, relying on real world technology to do everything, and when they do use magic they use it in very limited and uncreative ways.
I mean, really, why would you need an ICBM when one of the pointier horses can just teleport a warhead? Why are four legged pack animals driving cars? If magic is a valid method of propulsion for space travel, why bother launching conventional rockets?
Why worry about your oxygen machine breaking down or running out of food in your survival bunker, when a third of the population has an innate supernatural ability to make plants grow in the worst conditions? Others are incredible diggers, it seems common sense to spend ten years digging out a cave system, throw some magic lamps on the ceiling, grow some trees.
It just seems like a waste of a premise. You've removed everything unique about the setting and ended up with another 1990s hollywood disaster movie. Maybe Celestia is played by Morgan Freeman in this one?
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Because if magic can simply solve everything, then there's no story anyway. That's basically why. If Celestia or Discord could just click their hooves/claws together and move the planet out of the way or phase it out of existence until the storm passed, there is no story to tell.
Not sure where you got the idea that they ignored magic though. If it wasn't for Celestia's magic, they wouldn't have even known there was a danger, and again there would be no story, except the final chapter where everyone dies! They used magic to protect and propel the ship, to rapidly and explosively dig bunker complexes, to try and shield the planet, etc. Earth ponies can make plants grow where there is limited viability for crops, but they can't make them grow in bare rock. They basically did spend ten years digging caves and filling them with plants, but this isn't just a case of 'make sure you have food.' The entire bunker complex needs to be pressurised and supplied with its own air, because there will be no breathable atmosphere outside once the disaster strikes. That's why they need oxygen generation systems, and I doubt just having crops and algae growing underground would make enough oxygen to sustain everypony that was moved into the bunkers.
As for magic and space travel, a key point of the story is that they didn't know for absolute certain that magic could be used to propel a space vehicle to a usefully high speed until partway through the development of the ship, and when they did start to learn about it, it came with issues of its own (they had trouble slowing back down, for example). The way I usually portray magic in my stories is that it's not a method that can solve everything. It combines with technology, whatever level that may be at in a given setting, and the two are reliant on each other to some extent. I understand why some readers might prefer magic to be a standalone thing, but most of my stories are in some kind of alternate reality and I like to mix technology and magic together. Just my personal preference!
Also what do you have against 90s disaster movies? Nothing wrong with some good cheesy fun!
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Magic doesn't need to instantly fix the problem, it just needs to have a bigger role in the society. As you portray it, it seems to have no effect on the society's development or day to day habits whatsoever.
We see magic show up in the story three times. Firstly Celestia picks up the warning of Gamma Rays. Second it is mentioned as the FTL drive, third the shield. Everything else is presented as modern human technology, and modern human approaches to problems.
It's three discrete, extremely compartmentalized uses of magic. It stays compartmentalized seemingly so you can just write what a non magical society would do the rest of the time.
It's really odd, because a big part of the reason a high technology society develops is a willingness to experiment with the possible implications of a new invention. We have microwave ovens as a secondary application of radio technology, railways a secondary application of water pumps. The telephone originated as an attempt to multiplex telegraphs.
Yet in your story, this magical people take until about five years before their own destruction to learn that magic can move heavy things very fast. Shouldn't they have learned that way earlier? When they did finally learn it, why did they not realize that they can use it outside of one very specific application?
That nondevelopment echoes through the whole of their society. This species where one third of them are winged and another third can levitate the rest wanted to fly, so they invented human aircraft. They can enchant a rock or book to communicate across vast distances, so instead they launch communications satellites.
Now you say that they used magic to dig the shelters. Did we see that in the story? We saw them fight for gasoline and drive cars everywhere. It would follow the society was digging with industrial equipment.
And when I said grow food down there, bedrock is not an excuse or not doing it. Bring soil with you. there you go.
Neat story.
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Yes, I forget the wording but I wrote something like 'they dug as deep as explosives and magic could take them,' so they certainly used magic to help them dig the bunkers.
As for flying machines, the fact that a small proportion of society can do something that the rest can't is precisely the reason to invent stuff, not a reason to ignore it. 'Usain Bolt can run very fast, so let's not invent cars for everyone else' is not a reasonable stance for a society to take! I may be wrong also, but isn't mass-levitation and teleportation said or shown in the actual show to be very limited in terms of who knows the right spells to perform it? Rarity lifts a teacup for example, but do we ever see her lift an entire building or a crowd of ponies? No. As far as I know (and thus how I conceive magic in my stories) only the Princesses, Twilight, and Starlight seem to exhibit that kind of control and strength when it comes to magic. I take it that most unicorns only know very basic spells, soldiers and police would know offensive and defensive spells (such as shields), and only the most powerful unicorns and Alicorns would have anywhere near the ability to do something like teleport over huge distances or levitate hundreds of ponies at once.
Having magic is not grounds to ignore technology. There are plenty of stories out there in all kinds of media where magic and technology co-exist. This is just another one of those. All those specific instances you mentioned are very limited in scope. Not every unicorn can enchant a book to use it as communication, not every unicorn can enslave their dragon-servant to send scrolls via magic burps, not every unicorn can levitate, and certainly no earth pony, mule, donkey, Diamond Dog etc. can do any of those things. Pegasi can fly, that's all. How long would it take a Pegasus messenger to cross a continent? Days, weeks? Why would a technologically-advanced society (and a supposedly egalitarian society at that) restrict fast/instant communications to a few noble unicorns and the royal family? They wouldn't. They'd invent mass communication, just like we did, so that the non-magical creatures and those without the requisite abilities can take part in society too. Same with planes, cars, and anything else.
Besides, it's canon in the show that they already invented human-style railways and airships despite having magic, so there's literally no reason to think they wouldn't invent planes and rockets and cars when the technology base allows for it!
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Frankly I was hoping there would be some sort of "coup" attempt by the Equestrian generals to at least save some of the princesses, let's say knock one of them out and get them on the ship, and I guess Flurry is not alive in this universe, because at least it would have been an even poetic option of "new beginning".
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I think the generals respected the princesses too much to try something like that, and even if they had succeeded, they might have doomed the world to death (since nopony knew if their combined magic would be enough, but taking away one of the most powerful sources of energy for the shield would not be the best move if you wanted to have a tiny hope of survival!) but I also don't think they could have succeeded in overpowering any of the Alicorns if they didn't want to go willingly. The only reason the Griffons thought they would be able to kill them when they stormed Canterlot was that they would be deep in a trance-like state by that time because they were devoting all of their energy to powering the shield. by that point it would have been much too late to get them on board the ship, because the ship had already left.
Of course, an attempted coup could provide rich ground for a different story if you or anyone else wanted to write one! Plus to be honest, I forgot all about Flurry Heart when I was writing this, so I guess it's set before Cadence was pregnant with her!
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Although the sun and moon moving rapidly in the sky doesn’t seem to have any effect on the planet whatsoever. Given twilights attempt to control the sun and moon twice. Once when she was super charged and the second being during season nine with the amulet thing. So …. Shrug
Sorry for the other two posts. Now that I have finally read it all it was a great read. Very well read wish I could write this well
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Thanks for the kind words! No need to apologise either, for perfectly reasonable questions! I just tend to try and give a slightly more 'realistic' edge to my sci-fi related stories in terms of physics compared to the cartoon physics of the show itself. So yes Tia could have swung the sun about the sky like a basketball, but it would have destroyed the solar system in the process, whereas in the show it would have had no discernible effect. Anyway glad you enjoyed the story- that's why I write them!
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I know this is a late reply but I just thought of this. Maybe during starlight time travelling thing they ended up in this reality. And some time travelling magic prevented them from immediately suffocating lol
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Well the beauty of alternate realities is that they are essentially infinite! Anything you like can happen out there somewhere!
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My mind conjured a future where a generation or so later they return with tech to re-terraform the planet somehow. Changelings somehow survived but are twisted by solar radiation/ doubtful the isolated bunkers could last very long with limited gen pools and all that. Unless one of the shelters somehow did a robotic bodies concept XD