Pathfinder's Adventure An apex legends story

by Flip_The_Table

Chapter 5 New Enemy’s (Edited)

"Stay calm, gentlemen," the suited crook urged, though his own curiosity piqued as he peered into the distance. A figure swung gracefully towards them, clad in what appeared to be a superhero outfit.

"Is that...?" one of the crooks murmured, eyes widening in disbelief as they watched the approaching figure.

"It can't be," another muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

As the figure drew closer, it became apparent that this was indeed a superhero, a symbol of justice and righteousness.

"What do we do, boss?" one of the henchmen asked, his voice quivering with apprehension.

The suited crook studied the approaching hero for a moment before a sly grin crept onto his face. "We greet our unexpected guest with a warm welcome," he declared, his tone oozing with confidence. "After all, it's not every day we get to meet a superhero."

The crooks recoiled in shock as their bullets bounced off the armored figure, their futile attempts at retaliation thwarted by the superhero's seemingly invincible exterior.

"Run for it!" one of the crooks shouted, panic evident in his voice, but before they could make their escape, the hero swiftly intervened. With lightning-fast reflexes, the robot hero apprehended the fleeing criminals, ensuring that they wouldn't evade justice.

As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, the citizens who had witnessed the confrontation emerged from hiding, their expressions a mixture of relief and gratitude. They watched in awe as the robot hero stood tall, a beacon of hope in their time of need.

"Thank you, hero!" someone called out from the crowd, their voice filled with genuine appreciation.

With a nod of acknowledgment, the robot hero turned and swung away into the night, leaving behind a city that was just a little bit safer because of its brave protector.

The crook in the suit, his face obscured by a mask, watched as Pathfinder swung away into the night. Despite the setback of their failed robbery and the unexpected appearance of the robot hero, there was a calculating gleam in his eyes.

"He's the one we need," he whispered to his crew as they were loaded into the police car, his voice tinged with a mix of determination and intrigue. As the vehicle pulled away, leaving the scene of their foiled heist behind

As Pathfinder swung away into the night, leaving behind a scene of defeated criminals and grateful citizens, the deputy shook his head in bemusement. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered to himself, watching the robot hero disappear into the darkness.

Despite the deputy's admonition, there was a sense of admiration in his tone as he addressed his fellow officers. "Alright, let's clean up this mess," he instructed, signaling for the crooks to be apprehended and the area secured.

Meanwhile, Pathfinder soared through the city skyline, his heart filled with purpose and determination. He knew that as long as there were those in need of help, he would be there to answer the call. With each swing of his grapple hook, he reaffirmed his commitment to protecting the city and its inhabitants from harm.

For Pathfinder, being a hero wasn't just about fighting crime—it was about making a difference, one act of bravery at a time. And as he looked out over the sprawling city below, he knew that his journey was far from over. There were still countless adventures waiting to be had, and he was ready to face them head-on, with courage and resolve.

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As they trudged back to the arcade, Sunset yawned, feeling the exhaustion from their unsuccessful search weighing heavily on her. The first attempt to find the robot had proven fruitless, but she knew they couldn't afford to give up. This mysterious robot needed to be located, for the safety of everyone.

Twilight folded up the map, signaling the end of their search for the night. Applejack wiped the sweat from her face, feeling the fatigue of the long evening.

"So, what's the plan for next week?" Twilight asked, breaking the silence.

Applejack glanced at the time and sighed. "We'll have to figure that out later. But in the meantime, what do we do now?" she pondered aloud, looking to the rest of the group for suggestions. Twilight tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, we could always split up and cover more ground," she suggested. "Each of us could investigate a different part of town, looking for any signs of unusual activity or sightings of the robot."

"Sounds like a plan," Applejack agreed, nodding at Twilight's suggestion. "We'll keep our eyes peeled and stay alert. If any of us spots that robot, we'll be sure to let the others know."

The idea of pizza brought a smile to Sunset's face, easing the tension of their failed search. "Pizza sounds like just the thing to lift our spirits," she said, offering the group a chance to unwind and relax after their long night.

"Count me in for some pizza," Rainbow chimed in eagerly.

Fluttershy nodded in agreement, her smile widening at the thought of enjoying a meal together. With their plans for the night settled, the group made their way to the nearest pizza joint, ready to put the events of the evening behind them, at least for the time being.

Sunset caught up with the group just as they were about to head out of the arcade. "Hey, guys, wait up," she called out, jogging to join them.

"What's up, Sunset?" Twilight asked, noticing her friend's serious expression.

Sunset took a deep breath before responding. "I think we should let Princess Twilight know about what's been going on. This situation with the robot is getting more serious, and she might have some insight or resources that could help us," she explained.

Twilight nodded in agreement. "You're right. We should definitely keep her in the loop," she agreed. "Let's head over to the library and send her a message."

The group quickly made their way to the library, where they found a quiet corner to discuss their findings and draft a message to Princess Twilight, detailing the recent events and their plan to investigate further. Once the message was sent, they felt a sense of relief knowing that they had sought out additional support.

"Now that that's taken care of, let's get back to work," Applejack said, determination in her voice. "We've got a mystery to solve."

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Excitement filled the air as the trio watched the news report, their eyes glued to the screen as they saw Pathfinder in action.

"Wow, he looks amazing!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, impressed by Pathfinder's superhero appearance.

"Yeah, Aunt Gearheart really outdid herself with that suit," Scootaloo agreed, nodding in approval.

Applebloom grinned proudly as she watched their robotic friend swinging through the city streets, taking down criminals with ease. "He's doing it! He's really being a superhero!"

The news report continued, detailing Pathfinder's heroic deeds and the impact he was making on the city. The trio couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that they had played a part in his transformation into a crime-fighting hero. As the report came to an end, the trio exchanged excited glances. "We have to find him and congratulate him!" Applebloom exclaimed.

"Yeah, let's go see him in action!" Sweetie Belle agreed, already heading in the direction of the reported sightings. With renewed determination, the trio set off to track down their superhero friend, eager to witness his bravery firsthand and celebrate his success.

As the news broadcast shifted to a new segment, the trio leaned in closer to the TV screen, curious about the next development.

"Wait, who's that?" Scootaloo wondered aloud as they saw a new figure on the screen, a man with a stern expression and an air of authority about him.

Applebloom squinted, trying to make out the details. "He looks serious. Maybe he's some kind of official?"

Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he seems important. Wonder what he's got to do with all of this."

The man on the screen began to speak, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Citizens of Harmony City, I urge you to remain vigilant. While this so-called 'hero' may appear to be helping, we must remember that he is still a machine, a potential danger to our community." The trio exchanged concerned glances as they listened to the man's words. It seemed like not everyone was as supportive of Pathfinder's actions as they were.

"We have to do something," Applebloom said, her determination clear in her voice. "Path's out there helping people, and we can't let anyone stop him."

"Exactly," Scootaloo agreed. "We have to find him and let him know that we're behind him all the way."

As Applebloom's phone rang, she glanced away from the TV screen, surprised to see her sister's name flashing on the caller ID. She quickly answered, concerned tugging at her heart. "Bloom," Applejack's voice came through the line.

"S-sis?" Applebloom's voice wavered, sensing something unusual in her sister's tone. "I'm sorry I'm going to be late," Applejack explained, her voice sounding strained. "Me and the group were… looking for something?"

"More evil magic stuff?" Applebloom guessed, her worry deepening.

"No, something else," Applejack replied cryptically. "But if you and the others are out at the tree house, I'd reckon y'all get back inside. I'll be home soon." Applebloom's heart pounded with apprehension as she absorbed her sister's words. "Okay, sis. We'll head back to the tree house," she promised before ending the call.

"Let's not panic just yet," Applebloom said, trying to stay calm despite the urgency of the situation. "We'll figure something out. Maybe we can call Rainbow or Rarity to give us a ride back?"

Scootaloo nodded, grabbing her phone. "Good idea. I'll give Rainbow a call."

Sweetiebell looked around nervously. "But what if they're busy or can't make it in time?" Applebloom put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Then we'll find another way. Let's stay positive and think of a plan B if we need to.”
But soon the sounds of running makes the trio look back and gasp, as crooks cornered Applebloom, Sweetiebell, and Scootaloo, the trio braced themselves, fear evident in their eyes. The menacing click of guns being cocked filled the air, and they felt the cold metal pressing against their backs.

"Please, don't hurt us!" Applebloom pleaded, her voice quivering with fear.

But before the situation could escalate further, a loud thud echoed nearby, drawing everyone's attention. The crooks turned to see a figure standing tall and imposing, illuminated by the dim streetlights. It was Pathfinder, the robotic hero.

With his LED screen displaying a determined expression, Pathfinder stepped forward, his mechanical joints whirring softly. "Release them," he commanded, his synthesized voice carrying authority.

The crooks hesitated, taken aback by the unexpected intervention. But their leader, unwilling to back down, sneered and raised his gun. "You think you can stop us, metal man? Think again!"

Before anyone could react, Pathfinder sprang into action. With lightning speed, he deployed his grappling hook, disarming the crook and swiftly incapacitating him with a precise strike.

The other crooks, seeing their leader taken down by the robotic hero, hesitated. Sensing their moment of vulnerability, Pathfinder gestured towards the trio, his LED screen displaying a message of assurance. "Go. I will handle this."

Relieved and emboldened by Pathfinder's intervention, Applebloom, Sweetiebell, and Scootaloo wasted no time in fleeing from the scene, running as fast as their legs could carry them.

Pathfinder turned his attention back to the remaining crooks, his LED screen flashing with determination. "Your reign of terror ends now," he declared, ready to face whatever threat came his way.

As Pathfinder stood firm in the face of the crooks' threats, his LED screen displaying unwavering resolve, he attempted to reason with them.

"Why resort to violence when we can resolve this peacefully?" he implored, his synthesized voice calm yet authoritative.

But the crooks, unmoved by his words, remained defiant. One of them, seizing the opportunity, grabbed hold of Scootaloo, tightening his grip around her arms. She struggled against his hold, her cries of protest echoing in the tense atmosphere.

Pathfinder's LED screen shifted, displaying a subtle expression of concern. "Let her go," he urged, his voice tinged with urgency. "There's no need for anyone else to get hurt."

But the crook, emboldened by his captive, only tightened his grip further, his expression hardened with determination. "We call the shots here, metal man," he retorted, his voice laced with menace. "You back off, or the kid gets it!"

Pathfinder weighed his options, calculating his next move with precision. With a swift motion, he extended his arm, deploying his grappling hook towards the crook, aiming to disarm him and free Scootaloo from his grasp.

As the situation escalated, Scootaloo's quick thinking proved pivotal. With a swift and decisive kick, she disarmed the crook, sending the gun flying out of his grasp. At the same time, Pathfinder's grappling hook deftly intercepted the pistol aimed at Scootaloo, redirecting its trajectory harmlessly away.

"Go, now!" Pathfinder urged the trio, his LED screen displaying a reassuring smile amidst the chaos.

Seizing the opportunity, Applebloom, Sweetiebell, and Scootaloo wasted no time in fleeing the scene, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they sprinted to safety. But even as they ran, their eyes remained fixed on the unfolding confrontation behind them.

In the midst of the fray, Pathfinder held his own against the remaining crooks, his movements fluid and precise. Despite being outnumbered, he fought with determination, deflecting blows and incapacitating his assailants with calculated efficiency.

With each strike and counterattack, Pathfinder demonstrated the bravery and valor of a true hero, his unwavering resolve standing as a beacon of hope in the face of adversity.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Pathfinder expertly dodged the swinging metal pipe, narrowly avoiding the blow. Seizing the moment, he effortlessly grabbed hold of the pipe, bending it in half with a display of sheer strength.

"Looks like you need a lesson in manners," Pathfinder quipped, his LED screen flashing with determination as he faced off against the remaining crooks.

Undeterred, the crooks lunged forward again, but Pathfinder was already one step ahead. With a swift and precise movement, he sidestepped the attacks and delivered a series of swift strikes, incapacitating two of the crooks with expert precision.

As the third crook stumbled backward, disarmed and outmatched, Pathfinder stood tall, a silent guardian amidst the chaos, ready to protect those in need with unwavering resolve.

Pathfinder quickly secured the defeated crooks, binding them together with his trusty grappling hook. With a satisfied nod, he surveyed his handiwork, ensuring that the would-be criminals were unable to escape.

As the trio of friends emerged from their hiding spot, they gazed in awe at Pathfinder's heroic feat.

"Path... wow, that was—" Applebloom began, but Scootaloo cut her off with a burst of excitement.

"AMAZING!" Scootaloo exclaimed, pushing Applebloom aside as she rushed toward Pathfinder. The robot's screen lit up with a smiley face as he gently lifted Scootaloo into the air, her laughter echoing through the night air.

With Scootaloo and Sweetiebell now safely aboard, Pathfinder extended his metallic hand to Applebloom, offering her a reassuring smile on his screen.

"Don't worry, Applebloom. I'll ensure your safe return home," he said confidently, his robotic voice calm and steady. Applebloom hesitated for a moment before nodding and accepting Pathfinder's hand. With a determined expression, she climbed onto his back, joining her friends.

"Alright, let's get out of here," she said resolutely, her voice betraying a hint of worry.

With Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle on his back, Pathfinder stood tall, ready to take them home. He raised a metallic finger, indicating he was ready to play a song.

"Oh, oh, I know!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

As the trio settled on his back, Pathfinder's screen displayed an animated musical note, signaling his readiness to play a song. Sweetiebell's suggestion immediately resonated with him.

With a cheerful tone, Pathfinder began to play "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen, the upbeat melody filling the air as they zoomed through the night. The catchy rhythm matched the exhilaration of their escape, and soon enough, all three friends were singing along with the iconic tune, their worries momentarily forgotten in the thrill of the moment.

In a dimly lit part of town, a police van sat motionless, surrounded by fallen officers. One of them, still conscious, attempted to crawl away until a figure stepped on his back. Looking up, he saw the man in the suit staring down at him.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked.

"N-no," the cop stuttered.

"Good. Inform your chief that a war has begun, and that robot will be held responsible for this," the man commanded, releasing the cop.

"One more thing... your phone..." he added.

The cop, trembling, reluctantly handed over his phone. "...run," the man advised before the officers scattered. However, as the man attempted to unlock the phone, he aimed his gun at the fleeing cop and fired.

"It has a thumb scan on it... get his body over here," the man instructed the other crooks. Once the phone was unlocked, he made a call. "Sir?" a voice answered.

"What is it..."

"Code Pathway is active."

"I see... well, I have some calls to make... get back here with the rest... and we'll settle this business," the man responded before ending the call. He glanced at the phone before dropping it and crushing it underfoot.

"Let's get out of here... and find out more information on this robot named... Pathfinder," he said, his voice heavy with determination.