Sundowning Sabotage
Analyzing the twisted metal of Chrysalis’s brain was a trial and a half for Inspector Sunset Shimmer; especially when they would be attending an actual trial in a few hours.
You could stare at the lamplights of her eyes for days until your skin was as green as its glow, and still never grasp the pain and isolation that made the rage behind it shine so vividly. You could study those wisps of curling blue that fluttered against her shoulder plates, and never decipher the time and trauma it took to make it change into the mane of any pony she saw at will. You could marvel over the perfection set in every curve of her plates and circuits, and never guess the life humming through them once held eight other equines’ lives in her grasp.
It was a grasp that took Inspector Sunset’s wit and sacrifice to break through. As it would take now.
“Sunset.” Slowly, Chrysalis’s face drew closer. Jade and sapphire light clashed over the light rubbing of their horns in the pagoda surrounding them.
“Chrysalis.” Sunset’s lip twitched traitorously, but her stance held.
“You know what you’ll have to do soon, right?”
Sunset did. She even nodded as much But neither meant that she would like it.
“Then…” Chrysalis leaned forward at long last. “... White Queen to F5.”
Sunset broke away in a fit of giggles. “Dangit, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” One of her hooves reached up and swept the overwhelmed horse statuette off to the side. “Guess it’s check for me, then.”
“Not if you choose your next move carefully, o Inspector.”
Sunset decided Chrysalis’s mandibles were clicking too joyfully over that last word. “Tease.”
“Who’s foalsitting who again?”
Sunset scoffed. “I think you know why that’s there, Chrysalis.” Her eyes flickered down to the band beeping on Chrysalis's forehoof.
“A pity, then, that the reason is thoroughly inane.”
“Even if you’re playing ball, most of your still-free brethren might not be! And with Blueblood’s trial coming up—”
“Brethren? Not drones, Inspector?”
Sunset rolled her eyes, only for them to linger on the emerald lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Even horn-sparked magic couldn’t match the fearsome symmetry of colors it cast upon them. “Feel free to stop treating empathy like a flying pig any day, Chrysalis.”
“When you stop letting yours run Crystal Empires, Inspector.”
How long had Sunset had Chrysalis in her orbit, that the unicorn’s response to this was an eyebrow-cocking and not a weapon-hammer’s cocking? “Weird—last I left Equestria, it was short a Queen and a Prince. Wanna rephrase?”
Chrysalis laughed, and despite the creaks infecting her voice, Sunset smiled a little. “Touche. Still, considering what I‘ve heard of Canterlot Citadel’s first attempt at cybernetic life—”
“--Be lucky it was me and not Discord.EXE tapping on your cell door?” Sunset countered.
Chrysalis crossed her forelegs, looking anywhere but Sunset’s face. “I could have taken him.”
“Well, we’ll have a warm-up on fighting chaos-sowing figures the right way soon.”
“Yes, you mentioned Blueblood.” Several lines of code filtered over Chrysalis’s eyes like film. “Abduction of Ponyville accountant Night Light, unlawful quartering of guards in Minuette’s facilities, unlawful termination of reporter Moondancer’s contract, extortion of Fancy Pants’ and Whoa Nellys’ organizations, blackmail of Fancy’s wife Fleur…. Am I missing something, dear?”
Sunset sighed, the rage seeping between her teeth almost palpable. “Conspiracy to assassinate them all along standing Cyberling King Thorax.”
“And soon I must confess that he turned me and my kind into some unwilling… poor… helpless tool to cover his dirty deeds, yes?” Chrysalis’s tongue flitted out playfully as she continued. “Do you believe it, Sunset? That I’m a harmless patsy?”
Sunset went snout-to-snout with her former foe. “Not for a second.” she hissed.
“Then you’re learning.” Chrysalis' flirtatious act switched off in a flash of bared teeth. “Because I meant everything I said about how your Citadel exploited me and my hive. Never forget that.”
“And I meant it when I said I’d stand between them and any creature that wants to do them harm,” Sunset shot back. “Whether their name’s Blueblood or Chrysalis.”
“What a noble little hill for Sunset the Savage to die on.”
“Don’t plan on dying for a while, ex-Queen.” Sunset said. “You coming, Chrysalis?”
“Are we to return to the Citadel?”
“No, but—”
“Then what for?”
Sunset sighed and felt the heat of the room speckle her coat again. She was hoping the cyberling would have gone along out of instinct. Heh. Instinct. Perhaps Sunset was fooling herself most of all. “I wanted to talk to the other Princesses and the Prin—”
“One I’ve met before?” A flicker of light, and Chrysalis's mane was suddenly pink and gold.
Sunset’s silent but pursed lips spoke volumes.
“Pass.” Chrysalis slid back into the squashy cushions of her chair. “And Cadance will likely say the same.”
I was hoping to change that, Sunset didn’t shoot back. Was it for Chrysalis's peace of mind? Sunset’s own? The answer was as nebulous as it was nagging.
Yet, Sunset couldn’t un-feel the flutter of wings in her stomach at the cyberling queen’s saucy wave to her.
Great, she mused as she turned the corner. I’m head-over hooves for Chrysalis now.
“You know, I could talk to my wife about accommodations if that’s the main issue--”
Sunset chuckled. “I’m fine, I swear, Shining. Chrysalis isn’t out of shot holding a crossbow to my head.” Seeing Shining’s shocked expression made Sunset switch gears in a hurry. “Kidding!”
Shining’s shoulders slumped. “You can see where my concern comes from, right?”
Again, the thought of that bubblegum-and-honeydrop mane Chrysalis sported infected Sunset’s mind. “Yeah,” she said. “But the Queen’s clearly not the biggest fish in this pond anymore.”
“Don't I know. Which brings me to my other issue.” Stepping back several paces, Sunset could finally see the screens and speakers jacked into the wall behind Shining—and the packed courtroom the screens all projected. “No way I trust Blueblood not to make a move on Chrysalis. If he was scummy enough to target my dad…”
He didn’t finish. Sunset didn’t assist him; too much sorrow hid behind that troubled expression for her to dare drill into.
“...speaking of family, how’s Blueblood’s aunt taking it?” she asked instead.
“Well, she’s not in the courtroom, and my sis has been sulking for... going on a week. Doubt we need to ring up Mystery Incoltperated to get a clue on that front.”
“Goodness, even now? Not even Director Luna’s gotten close to Celestia since?”
“No, just my oh-so-lucky sis.” Shining couldn’t even sell that fib with a smile. “But I think Luna's trying to… avoid Celestia, actually.”
“Wait, how?!” Sunset hollered.
It took several arduous seconds for Shining to respond. “Cady says it's for security purposes, but… it sounds way too much like Luna’s not certain about this event going down as smoothly as Celestia does,” he finally confessed. ”And if Director Luna’s willing to lie to her….”
For the first time since sparking up the mirror, Sunset was grateful the cyberling queen wasn’t next to her. Of course, the two-ton guilt of looking back to see Chrysalis mull over the board didn’t lighten any. Chrysalis could be insensitive, menacing even, but at least it was familiar.
It seemed every new development in the Citadel was just a turn for the worse as of late.
Despite Sunset’s sacrifice.
Despite Chrysalis's pacification.
Despite the changing of the guard—figuratively and literally.
“Even the Canterlot Guards are mum; what little of them’s left after the investigation. Speaking of...” Shining’s horn lit up, and suddenly Sunset’s vision was full of numbers; eight digits long, sliding down the tablet screen before her like snakes. “These are the codes to get you, and her, here.” The venom in Shining’s last word could melt the copper-grated floor beneath him. “The Citadel terminal will expect you at fifteen-hundred.“
Sunset nodded, and soon it was only her face staring across her in the mirror. “Not even a goodbye?” Shrugging, she returned to appraise Chrysalis.
“O-oh yeah! And we of the Guard hope to see you soon, Inspector Sunset!” came a surprisingly dorky splutter from behind her.
Shaking her head amusedly, Sunset trotted away with a spring in her step. Shining flustered, Luna brooding, Twilight running herself ragged to keep everything together? Canterlot looked like a pot about to boil over.
As Sunset was finishing up scrubbing her hooves shiny, she nearly jumped as she felt her mane being drawn back. Her head whipped around to find the culprit, and as Chrysalis’s lamplight eyes bored into Sunset’s, all the unicorn found was shock.
“R-really?” she squeaked.
“I’ve drunk at streams, mudholes… Tartarus knows what else.” Chrysalis muttered. “I prefer my… acquaintances… not remind me of that squalor. But if you prefer your mane messy….”
Sunset gratefully shook her head. “No. Th-thank you, Chrysalis.”
“You’re we--” Mandibles clicked and eyes dimmed as Chrysalis caught herself. Suddenly, she was just as invested in the rippling reflection of Sunset as Sunset once was. “Just hurry. The less I see of your Princesses' smirking faces in that courtroom, the better.” With that Chrysalis was gone, almost as silently as she’d arrived.
Sunset didn’t want to think about why goosebumps rushed down her limbs at the loss of the cyberling’s candor.
Seconds later, the grubby insignia of the Canterlot Citadel—two crossed silhouette horns, two pairs of reflected eyes underneath that curved like twin Cs—took Sunset’s breath away. For once, she had something to feast her eyes upon rather than the whipping arch of the energy lance connecting her forehoof to the cyberling at her side.
Really gotta get Twilight to talk about how well these are fit for cross-world travel, Sunset thought.
Yet the Citadel still stood strong despite the devastation outside its walls. Even with the worry and hurt filtering through ponies underneath that symbol’s arch; even with the very sun’s rays itself looking to burn its mover’s sorrow into Sunset’s irises, Canterlot Citadel still looked treacherously splendid.
To one of the two, at any rate.
“And here I thought Sunbutt was more prudent with welcoming committees lately.” groused Chrysalis, looking around the mostly empty terminal.
“She doesn't wanna draw attention this time. Don’t need you being mobbed by somepony wanting a revenge swipe. Not even the Guards know we’re here now.”
Chrysalis’s eyes narrowed at the filters of shadow thrown out by shapes flitting between the Citadel’s towers. “I doubt that will be the case for long, Sunset.”
“No, Princess Twilight’s at the other end of the hall, and—wait!”
But Chrysalis was already a blur of limbs as she left, the thrum of the cord connecting them buzzing as Sunset was pulled along. “Is that so?”
“Woahwoahwoah, slow your roll!”
Chrysalis ignored her, almost at the gate. The portal-attending ponies looked wildly at each other, not sure whether to ring in the Guard or rush to Sunset.
“Slow down, Chrysalis!” Sunset growled. “Do you even care how fast the Princess’ll blow up if they see you galliopi—!”
Then blinding, Tartarus-hot light overtook everything, the piercing screams of rent metal and choking dust flooding Sunset’s senses. Thankfully, it didn’t last long, as the pain stabbing through every cell of her being made her mind fade quickly to black.
Slowly, Sunset opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the stars twinkling in front of them. For some reason, they actually hurt more than the other times she’d woken up.
A grim part of her reminded her that the pain usually came before the ‘waking up’ part.
And a remembrance of when one ‘fell asleep’ usually came before that.
But judging by how sticky her tongue felt against her mouth, and how clammy her skin felt, and everything stabbed pain into her like a porcupine? Sunset probably didn’t want to know.
Maybe the pony before her with that bright white coat and bun-like hat beside her could explain.
“...Can’t believe the Inspector’s still ali… a’s crown, the shrapnel alone tore two guards out of the sky…”
Shrapnel? was the first word dredging up from Sunset’s hazy mind. Is… is that a meal? Has it gone bad? Is that why it knocked the Guards out?
“...Nevermind whatever state her prisoner is in, if it could even count as ‘living,’ she is… wait, is she coming to?”
Again the bronze walls before Sunset swam as a pressure settled on the side of her neck. Sunset didn’t mind. Clearly she was being rocked back to sleep. Really had to that that mare looming above her. Maybe tomorrow...
“Don’t pass out on me now, Inspector... couldn’t have picked a worse time in the Blueblood trial to catch this terrible case of explosion…”
BLUEBLOOD.
Clarity, sharp and cold, snapped Sunset awake. Nearly coughing up a lung, the nurse-pony before her calmly held her, letting her get her fit over with. A glass of water soon followed to help the inspector clear her throat, and Sunset fought down nausea as it bulged against her sandpaper-shorn gullet.
“Are you okay, Inspector? Nod once for yes—no talking, not right now.” Still in the middle of getting her breathing under control, Sunset complied with a nod. “Then count yourself lucky. You and your friend are at Canterlot Medical, the new wing. Thank Minuette for this; your rescue of her really sparked the fire to get this place up and ship-shape.”
Sunset’s mouth opened to speak but once again, the nursepony stopped her.
“Please don't stress yourself, ma’am, it was hard enough to re-stitch you together. I promise I’ll tell you the important parts you missed. Not usually cleared for this, but your profile Shining sent over implied info was as good as soup to calm your nerves, so…” She took a deep breath. “I’m Nurse Snowheart. Yes, this is still the same day you arrived in Canterlot. Yes, you and your prisoner Chrysalis were involved in a terrible explosion, and no, there were no casualties; though I can think of a Guard or two whose retirement schedules got pushed way up.”
Sunset then pointed to herself, wincing at the barbs of pain shooting through her limbs. Her jaw worked in restrained anger, but again, Snowheart’s body-reading shone through.
“We don’t know who did this yet, no.” Snowheart sighed. “Thankfully for you, your horn’s working miracles even now—you should be able to move within the hour.” Slowly, Snowheart sucked in her lip as she looked at the curtain to Sunset’s left. “Your prisoner, however… I’m sorry, but she—”
Sounds erupted from the door like cannon shots.
“Snowheart, help me out here! He slipped through, I can’t—”
But Sunset immediately recognized the pearl coat of Prince Shining Armor as he clambered into the room. “Goodness, Sunset! You’re—” His voice tapered down immediately after he saw Sunset wince and Snowheart scowl. “Sorry, doc. I owe you a world and a half! Sunset, I’m so sorry, I should have had more squires on you, this is all my-”
“It’s fine Prince,” Snowheart hissed, finally getting her word in. “They’re talking about the trial’s being pushed forward a day in light of this event. But now my patient is recovering, so if you’d be so happy as to not crowd up this room—”
An ear-splitting CRACK of sorcerous sparks heralded his sister’s arrival, Princess Twilight’s eyes locking onto the bugging-out ones of Shining almost instantly. “Shiny if you don’t trot back to the waiting room, I’ll laser you there mys—Sunset!”
And finally, Minuette herself was close behind them, her own horn ignited, only to almost fall over herself the second she saw Sunset upright. “I… my apologies, Miss Shimmer. Needless to say, I try to run a tighter ship than this. Just say the word, any—”
“No….” Nurse Snowheart looked ready to faint herself, at the hacking noise rising from Sunset’s throat. “Nice… t’ see… you all again.”
Shining, after one final bow, backed out of the room. “I’m glad… I’m so glad you’re safe. Sis, if she needs anything...”
“I’ll make sure, Shiny.” Twilight’s gaze turned to Snowheart’s, instead, as the door snapped shut. “Nurses, I take full responsibility for this. My brother oversaw security and I was supposed to receive them. I would have been here earlier, but… by Celestia, there was so much chaos…”
“I’m happy you’re both safe, Princess. Nopony will hold it against you,” Minuette said.
Sunset could see one pony that did blame Twilight though, and it was that very same sullen princess she saw pacing the floor before her. Suddenly, she was happy Chrysalis wasn’t in the room - this would be prime for a snippy joke from her, and -
“Wait! Chrysalis! Where’s—”
Snowheart’s hoof closed over Sunset’s mouth again, panic from more than aggravated wounds flashing in the nurse’s eyes. Minuette, after a minute, slowly nodded. “Show her, Nurse. I’ll handle the rest of your shift.”
“Okay. Sunset, you have to understand, it beggared belief how anycreature could be in this state, but…”
Sunset’s heart felt like it’d burn through her chest as she saw Snowheart approach that foreboding curtain. Had Chrysalis actually died? After all this time, all these maneuvers to protect the Blueblood trials star witness, had Chrysalis bit it?
Then Snowheart pulled the curtain back, the red band on her hoof twinkling in the sunlight, and Sunset stared at the sight, horror-struck.
Before her, squatting upon that cot like an overfed house plant, was the head and neck cables of Chrysalis. Three wires were inserted from the back of her neck to the machines around him, the monitor of one flickering between a blue screen and loading diagnostics. One of her mandibles was gone - the other almost cutting into her blackened snout with its warp.
And around her was an absolute forest of ruin, in which the smell of twisted metal and burned plastic hung heavy. Goo-spurting legs craned out of one box, her shockingly intact wings framing her bed in madly glimmering rainbows in another. Yet, for the splendor of color the scene was in, Sunset could only feel her world shrinking to black and white. Specifically, the pitch-black emptiness of one of Chrysalis's cracked eyes, and the dull white light of the other.
Neither was natural for a cyberling.
This was incredibly wrong.
“Chrysalis...” Sunset gasped, afraid to speak louder for fear of her heart crumbling in her chest.
“My apologies, Inspector. We’ve had her hooked up to everything King Thorax could send over in such a short time period, but… she does not stir.” Snowheart’s eyes looked as red as Sunset’s cheeks now. “I’m afraid that Chrysalis may be brai—”
“--ooooooh…”
And then that head started moving, startling both mares looking upon it. White light flickered to green as Chrysalis’s inner systems rebooted themselves. Her maw, far more jagged than before, gave her cooing a haunting tenor.
Shining, Twilight, and Snowheart jumped in shock. Sunset’s surprise, however, started fading away as a scowl tore across her face.
“I am the ghost of Hearth’s Warming Past, Inspectooooor…” Then her head turned. “To help me pass oooon, you m—what the flock is this, Nurse? You already let Sunset see me? Great!”
“Chrysalis’s still alive!?” Twilight’s voice was caught between shock and curiosity.
Shining’s... was not. “Oh, joy.”
Nurse Snowheart herself had the withering glare of the cyberling and her own surprise to temper. “I… but, Inspector I swear - I didn’t even know a cyberling could survive this, I was sure-”
But of course, nopony showed less surprise at Chrysalis’ rise than the one in the other bed. “No, doctor, continue. You said Chrysalis was brain-what?” Sunset hissed. “Pretty sure you had the right idea.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Sunbutt.” Chrysalis leaned forward, slurping greedily on the oil jar before her. That the fluid was leaking out of her neck holes and into the robin’s-egg blue blanket did not impede her one bit. “Right now, anyways.”
Sunset’s face was so red at this point, she looked like a supernova itself.
“Really though, now this incompetent nurse pulls back the blinds! Only had a whole ten-minute ghost routine you just ruined; stellar work there!” Then her lone functioning eye swung to the equally shocked Sunset. “Almost forgot, Inspector. Mind flipping the channel? I’d do it, but…”
Sunset slapped a hoof down her face, and almost cracked her teeth gritting it from the pain that resulted. Nevermind. I think her being dead would be less strain on my brain.
Her merrily thrumming heart did not concur.
“Status report.”
With curtains shielding her from any possible cyberling snark and Shining off to deliver testimony, Sunset was now alone with Vice Director Twilight - who was somehow wearing holes in the tile with her pacing.
“I don’t know this time, Sunset,” Twilight whispered. “Blueblood could be behind this, but what for? He’s already in jail. Everyone’s eyes are already on him.”
Sunset groaned. “Which makes it the perfect cover for someone else, I know.”
“Well, my big brother thinks that the ex-Prince could never exploit all the ponies he did alone. Maybe someone’s doing this on his behalf? I don’t think two ponies would be that corrupted and reckless… but then again, I didn’t think one could .”
“Your continuing belief in pony infallibility is as amusing as it is inane.” Never mind; apparently, the curtains were but tissue against the firehose known as Chrysalis. “I’d salute it, but… you know.”
“Weird, I think Twilight believing in others is what helped me get to you and Blue.” Sunset snapped back.
“Be careful, sweetie; it’ll also be what gets Blue away from you.” Chrysalis tittered. “He’s cornered. Which means he’ll play dirt, as he always has. The sooner you realize this, the longer you’ll keep your head.”
Twilight’s eyes narrowed. “My advice, cyberling? Quit while you are.” Then she whispered to Sunset. “Do we really have to repair her? Pretty sure she’s talkative enough to give testimony, injuries or not.”
Sunset fought down the thunderstorm blossoming in her heart to respond. “Yes, and here’s why. Chrysalis, are you sure it was Blueblood you met? S’not like you to care about who you’re corrupting.”
“This is you ribbing me, right?” Chrysalis haughtily barked. “Even now, I’d never forget the sight of that over-polished, caviar-reeking, ‘oh-why-won’t-my-Director-Auntie-love-me’ addled pric- INQUIRY DENIED: BATTERY TOO LOW: SHIFTING TO POWER SAVER MODE.”
And suddenly, the whirring of Chrysalis’s mandibles - the din-cutting click that had so long played on in this room - faded. Twilight started chewing her lip in worry, but Sunset raised a hoof to quell the concern. “Could keep Aloe and Lotus’s spa afloat for a year off how hot Chrysalis gets about Blue these days. As you see, though...”
“Yes, that’d be a worry on the stand.” Twilight’s horn lit up. “I’ve let Spike know to send word to Thorax. He’ll be over shortly.”
“Can you tell Spike to keep it hush-hush, too? Don’t want whoever did this to swing by and finish the job.”
“Can do.” Another igniting of her horn later, Twilight braced her hooves against the seat, exhaustion thrumming through her. For once, Sunset wondered just how ragged Twilight's new role was running her. “Sorry about that - just hope my sparks don’t start another fire.”
“Speaking of sparks… killing a Princess could be the spark that upsets Canterlot enough for him to worm his way out.” Sunset’s brow knit in worry. “Which is why I wonder why you didn’t take up your brother’s protection offer. If anypony’s in the most danger now, it’s you.”
Twilight snorted. “Like Tartarus I will. Flawed as it is, this is my home too. Besides,” she continued with a wink. “Besides, I probably wouldn’t be talking to you right now if I made a habit of running away from explosions, would I?”
Sunset returned that cheeky smile with a nod, fighting back the coughs bubbling in her pain-stabbed chest. “Thanks.”
Twilight’s smile at that was so warm, Sunset wondered if she was commanding the sun’s rays leaking through her ward now. “Oh, anytime.”
“And speaking of time, my dear; it seems we got here just in time!”
Two pairs of unicorn eyes whirled to the new pair of ponies entering the room, almost like laser sights. But if either fur-coated intruder showed any alarm at the gaze, their grateful grins and reverent crouches shrouded it well. Fur wasn’t just meant in the skin-deep definition either: both the mister and missus were swaddled in matching fuzzy coats, as gleaming as the bronzed pins fastening them to their collars. Once again, the insignia of the Canterlot Citadel blared out to Sunset's eyes, from around an utterly opulent backdrop and golden-brown shine.
Once again, she found herself both impressed and uneasy around it, a stomach-knotting pang that made her nod to them shaker than it felt.
“Oh, where are our manners?” the male pony piped up, his spectacles almost slipping off his barrel-like snout “Inquisitor Jet Set, and my wonderful wife Upper Crust, at your service.”
Sunset’s eyebrows cocked up in disbelief. “Service? You’re… aware of who I am, right?”
“Us and many others, darling.” The overly exaggerated tilt in Crust’s voice made Sunset purse her lips. “But few were brave enough to meet you face to face...”
Sunset’s eyes cast down, ready for the barrage of virtual she was sure was incoming.
“...especially after you’ve done so much to save our fair citadel!” And now it was Sunset’s turn to crane forward, shock instead of supineness slackening her. “Oh yes, Inspector - seeing that dastardly Blueblood put in his place made us both realize your own neglect of this fine capital.”
“So naturally, we resolved to breathe new life into this city’s development in the wake of Blueblood’s depravity.” Jet added his next bow to Twilight as well. “Breaths that come easier thanks to you, Inspector - and thanks to Miss Sparkle, who put so much faith in you.”
Twilight blushed. “T-thank you for your concern. Is that all?”
Upper Crust drew up the collar of her coat regretfully. “No, unfortunately.” And she magicked out a gift-wrapped box to Sunset’s nightstand. “Open when you’re recovered, dear. I only hope it goes down smoother than this Blueblood trial-wait, what is that?”
Sunset’s eyes focused on the same spot Upper Crust’s was; the television perched over Chrysalis’s shrouded cot like a vulture. Already she could tell something was wrong.
Blueblood was grinning. Shining, a table and podium away from him, was not.
Most of the crowd in that courtroom was throwing up hooves in apparent anger.
A lone Royal Guard on the stand -peach fur, blue mane - was trying to avoid eye contact with Twilight’s brother.
And almost tellingly amongst the screams of ‘murderer’ that were making the wrong ponies - Shining - wince was the flickering hum of a projector. The image was off-center, but Sunset’s widening eyes took in the reason for this uproar in the court.
Shining, in filmy black-and-white.
Fires, raging thick in the Canterlot Citadel.
A twitching, raised hoof, lost in shadow and the sheen of dancing cyberlings.
And Sunset knew what was happening.
“I tol-told you he fights dirty, doll.” Chrysalis somberly stated.
Sunset had not the breath to tell the rebooted and ravaged Chrysalis to butt out.
Not with this clearly dossied-up frame job playing out before Sunset’s disbelieving eyes.
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I read the title and remembered the game with the same name.
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Nice!
Saw the title, cover, and description and thought of Freeport venture for a split second
This wouldn't happen to be a follow-up to Chrome Hearts, would it?
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It is indeed a follow-up.
Is this relevant? Not really. But somebody else is thinking it too, so why not.
Is there supposed to be a prequel story?
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then please leave the relevant link. And it is inconvenient for beginners to switch to the previous story.
This is impressive , nice!
One is a unicorn out of this world, the other is a shape-shifting cyber bug queen! Together, that fight crime! Well, one is, at least, the other is kinda perpetuating them.
Ship it like FedEx.
Methinks Chryssie took the brunt off the explosion here, judging by relative durability of flesh and metal. I wonder if accidentally, or purposefully.
He does play dirty.
Now I wonder if she can repair herself by absorbing resources.
"... Chrysalis, where is my bed?"
"I needed the materials to rebuild myself, duh."
"... Why didn't you use your bed, then?"
"Obviously I need something to rest on."
"... Scoot over, I'm not sleeping on the floor."
"My, my, aren't we forward today, inspector~"
Yeah, it'd be a good idea to link this story to the previous one.
'Three wires were inserted from the back of her neck to the machines around him' - around it or her
'stand -peach fur' - stand - peach fur
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True I had to search decently long until I found the other story so it would be nice to have a link
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I have done so now.
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Same. Aargh, I miss it...