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Research Project: Sparkle - Axquirix



Crossover between XCOM: Enemy Unknown and MLP. Twilight appears on Earth, shortly after the alien war. How will she cope with being taken prisoner? How will XCOM cope with the single most powerful psion they've ever encountered?

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08:00, 25th February, 2016

0800, 25th February, 2016

Twilight Sparkle’s teeth tore another chunk out of the baguette hovering before them. She began to devour the sandwich anew, savouring every crunch of lettuce, delighting in the juiciness of the tomato, and relishing the sweetness of the beetroot.

Nutrient paste, it turned out, had exactly one positive aspect: it made everything else taste that much better afterwards. The sandwich could have used some buttercups, sure, but Twilight was already half-collapsed in a state of bliss; she really didn’t need this to be any more delicious.

Outside her taste nirvana, Twilight heard the door that led out of the room open. She opened her eyes, and saw a man in a purple carapace – the same as she had previously encountered, she believed – being escorted in by a pair of guards. Unlike most of the ones she had seen, these two wore bulky blue-grey jackets and matching soft caps; less real armour, more like a protective uniform. Both carried boxy instruments in a similar colour, which the young alicorn assumed were weapons.

A scientist accompanied the trio, but not one that Twilight had met before. She stepped up into the control booth as the armoured man was ushered past it, and spoke briefly to the two researchers already sat there before taking a seat herself. The man in purple, meanwhile, was walked to the entrance to her cell, where a waiting technician affixed a long cable to the reverse of his suit – the long tail-like structure she’d noted last time. Twilight quickly finished the last few bites of her sandwich in the short pause that followed; this seemed important.

The new scientist spoke into the microphone for a few seconds, before nodding to one of her companions, who flipped a switch. “X-014-1,” her words echoed a little in the chamber, “we have a fluent speaker for you to learn from. You’ll be using psionics to accelerate the process, correct?”

Twilight looked through the glass screen separating her from the researchers, trying to gauge their intentions. On the one hoof, this would help her out immensely, but Twilight couldn’t help but remember her last encounter with this man – he could overpower her, if need be. She was to learn their language, but was he to try to learn something from her in turn?

“I will, yes,” Twilight replied concisely.

“Good,” the woman replied, her eyes focused on the instruments in front of her rather than on the alicorn, “will you need the damping field alleviated?”

Twilight mused for a moment. If it were lowered enough, she would have no trouble defending herself from the man. Ask for it to be lowered too much, and they might deem it too risky to send him in at all… “Not certainly,” she spoke, “I can make the process longer, and use less power.”

“Excellent, damping field remaining at ninety-five percent,” the researcher replied, “ready to introduce subject Murray to cell A3, test beginning in five,” she began to count down.

At zero, the door to Twilight’s cell slid open, and the man in purple stepped inside. The door stayed open behind him, with the four guards outside taking up crouched stances and using the doorway for cover again.

The armoured man steeped deeper into the room, his pace even and relaxed. Twilight spoke first. “Hello,” she said, raising a hoof from the floor in a wave, “My name is Twilight Sparkle.”

“Nice to meet you again, Miss Sparkle,” the man responded, reaching the same edge of the circular section he had stopped at last time. This time, however, he lowered himself into a crouch, coming down to be at eye level with her. “I understand you want t’ learn English?”

“Yes, please,” Twilight replied with a smile, “I would like to use psionics to learn directly from your mind, if that’s okay? Obviously I’ll be sure not to-”

“Sure thing,” the man interrupted.

Twilight blinked twice, stunned. “Y-you’re perfectly accepting with that? Just laying your mind completely open?”

“Well,” the soldier spoke, before stopping with a frown on his face. He held the expression for merely a second, before shrugging and continuing, “I trust you well enough, I guess.”

Twilight blinked again. “You do?” she asked, a little touched.

The man nodded. “Sure, well, you and all the safeguards the lab boys have put in place. But hey, if you’re trying to learn something, hurting the guy you’re learning from doesn’t make any sense, right?”

Twilight thought for a moment. “That… makes sense, I suppose. Oh!” she exclaimed, sitting upright, “I don’t have your name yet, mister…?”

“Sergeant Cameron Murray,” the man replied, offering out his right hand. Twilight glanced at it for a moment, before placing her right hoof in it, and they shook.

“Well then, Mr Murray, you might want to make yourself comfortable,” Twilight continued, taking her hoof back, “this could take a while.”

Sgt Murray nodded, and sat cross legged on the floor while speaking, “Anything I can do to move things along a bit easier?”

Twilight nodded, smiling. “Thinking through what you know will help me find it better,” she explained. Sgt Murray closed his eyes and nodded, and Twilight began, a long, violet stream of psionic power twisting through the air from her horn to the man’s head.

Their conciousnesses touched for the briefest moment, before Twilight traced the nursery rhyme that the soldier was reciting back along its neural connections. There were memories and associations tied to each and every word, changing as the rhyme was thought out, but the alicorn had only to follow the few pathways that never changed. She found a few very old memories, which she left alone for the sake of the sergeant’s privacy, and a spread-out, foundation knowledge – a sort of fundamental layer upon which much of the man’s knowledge and experience was built. A quick search for a few key words later, and Twilight was certain – this was the man’s knowledge of English.

There are connections here, she directed thought at the mind around her, lots of them. Some will be synonyms, alliterations, that sort of thing. I don’t strictly speaking need to look through them, but it would help a lot. Other connections will be memories and experiences, possibly personal ones. I’ll avoid looking at those for too long, and ask you before looking into something further, okay?

Twilight felt understanding and consent emanate from the mindscape around her, allowing her to continue. Her mind focused, her spell was cast, and she began to feel every point of data she found being copied to her own mind. It was exhilarating – Twilight had never studied in this way, directly from another’s mind. The sheer speed with which she was learning, and something as complicated as a whole language at that…

Of course, many of the connections she encountered reminded her why this was considered unacceptable practice in Equestria. Even taking only glances to determine what each of them contained, Twilight picked up more than enough knowledge to blackmail the soldier for the rest of his days – that is, if she weren’t planning to run an expungement spell later to remove them.

Twilight quickly reached a word that made her pause, concerned, both for its nature and the sheer number of associations it had with more of the soldier’s knowledge.

Enemy.

Twilight brought her mental probe back to Sgt Murray’s own conscious thought, and asked what this meant, and if she could explore these connections further.

There was silence for a moment before the response came. You can, but I warn you, it’s a proper ugly business.

Twilight hesitated before returning to the word, and testing one of the connections.

She found an image, of scorched forestry, and burning earth. A handful of soldiers, wearing a different sort of armour – bulkier than what she had already seen, and much more protective-looking than the uniforms – were stood or squatted in cover, metallic rectangular weapons in their grip. One had stepped out to engage a foe further ahead, a bright red beam of light surging forward from his weapon, missing his target and melting a shard of metal sheet sticking out of the ground some way beyond.

The target itself seemed to be the focal point of the image – a hulking behemoth, in heavy green armour with glowing lines. Three-fingered hands gripped a weapon of smoother contours, a silvery grey metal with a glowing green core. Two more of the creatures were nearby, one opening fire upon the soldiers, obliterating the tree one was using for cover.

Sergeant Marquez survived, thank god, Sgt Murray’s voice echoed through his mindscape, but he were hospitalised for a week. Damn near lost his leg, too.

Twilight backed out of the scene, shaken. There had been a war, and there had been casualties. It may even still be ongoing. Steeling herself, she picked another of the connections, and followed it to the attached memory.

The same men, the same armour. The weapons were different, looking more like the ones carried by the guards escorting Sgt Murray, only in a blue to match some of their armour.

Aye, this was back before we had lasers, Murray’s voice came forth again, but at least we had the alloy armour by then. Don’t know how we’d have survived the ‘lids without it.

Many of the squad were upright, several of them firing their weapons, bursts of bright light surrounding their points. A creature had been slain mid-run, a squat, angular thing, with four pointed legs and two clawed arms. Rows of glowing spines up its back led to a flat head, sporting a vicious pair of mandibles beneath hungry, yellow eyes. A second, still living creature followed shortly behind.

Chryssalids. You hear that word get shouted, Miss Sparkle, and you turn the safety off whatever you’re firing. No amount of running or hiding will save you, and be thankful I’ve only heard what happens when they reach you, not seen it.

What was this war about, Sergeant? Twilight asked, her sense of dread rising, Who were you fighting?

There was another moment of silence in the man’s mind, before his voice came again. You might want to make yourself comfortable, Miss Sparkle. This could take a while.

***

Research Project: Subject X-014 “Sparkle.”

Date: 25th February 2016

Experiment X-014-1-F: Direct Mental Education

Personnel: Sgt C Murray

Experiment Summary

Sgt Murray transported under guard from Cell C7 to Cell A3. Security protocols for Cell A3 cleared and Sgt Murray introduced to cell, which contains X-014-1. Cell A3 is under a psionic impedance field of 95% at time of experiment, with Sgt Murray wearing a psi suit calibrated to except him from the impedance.

X-014-1 greets Sgt Murray in English. Sgt Murray returns the greeting, and states his reason for introduction to X-014-1 (being the improvement of X-014-1’s linguistic skills). X-014-1 confirms this statement’s accuracy, and asks that Sgt Murray be comfortable for what is likely to be an extended procedure. Sgt Murray sits down, and X-014-1 states that it will begin.

X-014-1 begins emitting a psionic signal measuring 18.4Vh, which seems to be directed at Sgt Murray. X-014-1 maintains this signal for a total time of one hour and eighteen minutes, in a standing posture with its eyes closed. At the indicated time, the signal ends, and X-014-1 thanks Sgt Murray for his time and says farewell. Sgt Murray is removed from Cell A3 and escorted under guard to the infirmary for a neural pattern test.

X-014-1 is asked to repeat her earlier self-identification from Experiment X-014-1-E, using any improvements in English that she now understands. X-014-1 agrees, and speaks as follows:

“My name is Twilight Sparkle. I am an alicorn. I am also a Princess of Equestria, and personal student of Princess Celestia. I bear the Element of Magic, which is one of six Elements of Harmony.”

X-014-1 is then presented with a selection of grammatically incorrect sentences, and asked to correct them each time. X-014-1 does so correctly each time, including correcting two undeliberate mistakes made by research personnel.

End of experiment and further research are announced, to which X-014-1 made a response, noted below.

Further Research

Given X-014-1’s new mastery of the English language, an interview has been arranged between X-014-1, key research personnel, and at X-014-1’s request, Central Officer Bradford. It is currently unknown how X-014-1 knows of CO Bradford, though it seems likely that it learnt of him from Sgt Murray. An inquiry will nevertheless be made to all research and security personnel who have been stationed in Chamber A3 as to whether any one of them has mentioned him. A full interview with Sgt Murray is also in planning, to determine what may have been discussed between X-014-1 and himself.

***

”Princess?” Officer Bradford blinked in confusion, “You mean to say we have a member of alien royalty in custody?”

Dr Vahlen nodded, “We have only X-014-1’s word for it, but that may well be the case. We really have no way to verify this information at present.”

There was a thoughtful silence for a moment, which Dr Shen broke. “Have we had any information, from interrogations or our psions, which suggests that the aliens have a royal caste?”

The head of research’s head shook this time. “None until now, which, alongside the numerous physiological differences we’ve observed…”

“Look at it this way, doctor,” Bradford said, moving the hand that had been holding his chin to cross his arms fully, “do we have any other connection between her and any other alien we’ve encountered?”

“Other than the timing of its appearance, no,” Dr Vahlen explained, “at this point we have to face the very real possibility that X-014-1 is not part of the alien collective we have been fighting.”

“Council policy is clear in that circumstance, doctor,” the officer explained, before quoting, “‘if an alien detainee cannot be proven to be hostile, an attempt at diplomatic contact must be made, and any following research involving the subject must have the subject’s consent.’ She’s already done that first part for us, and I’ve been watching over the combat analysis from her capture.” Bradford nodded to a nearby technician, and the screen nearest the trio changed to show the relevant footage. Bradford motioned to it as he continued, “Sparkle only fires one shot in the entire exchange, and waits to see that Captain Guseva is still alive before turning to engage the rest of the squad. Barring what happened to Captain Pimenova, I think it’s safe to say that Sparkle was acting non-harmfully.”

“Then perhaps we should try a different approach from now on,” Dr Shen spoke, “try to meet her as concerned people, rather than wary soldiers.”

“The upcoming interview should provide us with an opportunity to do so, especially since she asked for you specifically,” Dr Vahlen said with a gesture to the CO. He nodded, and the head of research glanced at her data slate. “I find it curious that she used two terms of equal standing to refer to both herself and her superior,” she added.

Officer Bradford glanced at the video again, watching Pimenova be lifted and thrown twenty feet by an invisible force, before speaking, “Let’s just hope this ‘Princess Celestia’ doesn’t show up to rescue her student.”

Author's Note:

This is a re-upload of a chapter I originally took down, due to some poor decisions on XCOM's part. For those who're interested, here's the original version.