Ghost Recon: Phantom Hunt

by TJAW

Sun Streak

Canterlot Castle

0900 hours

October 19, 1196 CE

Day 8

Princess Celestia looked from the balcony adjoining her chambers over Canterlot. The light of the morning sun cast stark shadows as its light struck the alabaster-painted buildings that made up the Royal District, the thriving district closest to the castle. The residential areas were mostly empty by now, as the ponies who lived there either remained inside their homes or had gone to work.

There was a knock at the door.

“Princess, may I come in?” Twilight Sparkle asked.

“Of course.” Celestia smiled and walked over to the door, opening it with her magic. Her student trotted in.

“Good morning, Twilight.”

“Good morning, Princess. Where are Captain Mitchell and the other humans?”

“They’re resting. Many of them returned after midnight last night, so they’re taking the day to rest. At least, they are for now. Some of them also cited religious practices, saying they prefer to rest on Sunday since they have the opportunity.”

“They really are an interesting group. I’d love to learn more about their culture and history someday. They have access to practically all written knowledge about us, and we have nothing about humans but myths. Even just learning a bit about their country’s history would be great.”

“They’re remarkably proud of their country, its achievements and its status. They claim it wields vast power diplomatically, economically, culturally and militarily, unmatched by any other nation on their world. The term ‘superpower’ was used a few times.” Celestia noticed Twilight frown ever so slightly. “That just makes you want to learn more, doesn’t it?”

She nodded. “Vague descriptions of how powerful they are don’t tell us about the nature of that power, how it came to be, or how it’s used. Is a culture that values its military so much really a natural ally for Equestria?”

Celestia sighed through her nose. “I suppose that’s something that remains to be seen. These soldiers don’t seem eager to shed blood, but they seem eager take care of the dangers facing us. They are a mutual problem.”

“Talking with them about what happens in the long-term, after we get them home, might be a good idea.”

Celestia chuckled. “I didn’t realize you were so eager to dictate policy.”

“I-I didn’t mean to overstep my bounds, Princess.” Twilight bowed her head in shame.

Celestia winced.

“It’s quite alright, Twilight.”

“W-well, as I was saying, maybe we should consult with Captain Mitchell, and perhaps a few other humans, on how things will go when we return them to their world.”

“You’re right. The situation must be hard enough for them as it is, adjusting to this world. If we were to make contact with the whole of humanity, it’d be a greater shock for them than us. There are so many sapient races here on Equis, yet on their world only humans possess the same mental faculties we do. We’re ultimately aliens to them.”

“We really need to hope whoever we make contact with has a cool head. But it also sounds like if we aligned ourselves with their country we’d be better off for it.”

“It was an interesting film. It’s good to know that at least their cinema isn’t dominated by cheesy romances, comedies and superhero movies.” Celestia chuckled. “What was that movie called?”

“Apollo 13. I thought it was science fiction, but the humans claimed it was based on an event from 44 years ago.”

Celestia nodded. “Well, in the meantime, we should focus on dealing with this threat we’re facing and finding a way to get the humans home.”

“Actually, I’m off from school until the 27^th. If there’s anything I can do to help until then, I’d like to pitch in.”

“Hmm. The team working on returning the humans could always use help. A couple of the professors from the School for Gifted Unicorns are working on the project.”

“Where can I find them?”

“The fourth floor library and adjoining laboratory. It’s in the west wing of the castle.”

“There’s a lab here?” Twilight cocked an eyebrow.

“It’s an ad hoc laboratory. It used to be a theater, but its most frequent visitors for the last thirty or so years have been the castle’s custodial staff. When the Star Stage Productions Company shut down, there really wasn’t any use for it anymore.” She sighed. “Theater is a dying art.”

“That’s a shame.”

“It’s a tragedy.”

Twilight opened her mouth but held her tongue. She’d never been concerned with cultural institutions beyond literature and had probably decided against expressing that. “What if they ask for proof I’m allowed to work on this project? Is there a password or phrase?”

“The passphrase is ‘Sun Streak’, if they ask you.”

“Thank you, Princess.” Twilight bowed and left.

Celestia walked inside her chambers, leaving the balcony doors open. It was a beautiful day out and a crisp fall breeze blew into her room. At her desk, she sat down on a cushion and browsed through her itinerary for the week and took notes.

There were no meetings scheduled that day, though the provincial governor of Thestralis, a province in the northeast where most bat ponies resided upon their ancestral lands, was scheduled to meet with her tomorrow. Tuesday would be the biweekly meeting of the Royal Court, with all the nobles and governors in attendance. After that, more meetings with provincial governors until Friday afternoon.

Celestia furrowed her brow and sighed. The Thestralis issue had dogged her for the last two centuries. It had seen a boost in economic prosperity since being absorbed by Equestria over a millennium before and the precious metals mined there – particularly silver, platinum and a few other rare elements that nopony could agree on a name for – were a boon for both domestic consumption and export. But as ponies had moved in looking for opportunity, relations between bat ponies and newcomer races had gradually soured. The non-Thestral minority was now dominating and abusing the bat ponies. Decree after decree, governor after governor, nothing changed. Compounding the issue was that bat ponies hadn’t provided any candidates to govern their home province. They wanted to be Equestrians but didn’t participate in the system, either due to suppression or unwillingness.

Could that be a plot by Athena to destabilize the region? Possibly. Or the same old combination of stubbornness and incompetence I attributed it to before could be the cause.

Perhaps when the court assembles I should ask for candidates from outside Thestralis who could go in without prejudice. Over two hundred years of trying a dozen solutions drawing from within the province hasn’t worked.

Celestia shook her head. She’d discuss this tomorrow with the governor. In the meantime, she travelled over to the human’s quarters, notifying a guard of where she would be going. Captain Mitchell had taken a turn in the tents in the garden rather than the indoor quarters Celestia had provided for the humans.

She arrived after five minutes or so of walking. Some of the humans were performing some sort of vivisection of their weapons, others reading or writing. Some were enjoying a mild autumn morning and laying on the grass. There were some looks shot at her as she walked by, but she ignored them.

A soldier walked up to her, having just come out of a tent alongside a few others. “Ma’am, are you looking for Captain Mitchell?” He asked.

“I am. Where can I find him?”

“In that tent behind me.” He gestured with his head.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and nodded.

They walked past each other. Celestia entered the tent. There were many devices inside, the computers the humans used that reminded her distantly of the arcade machines that were proliferating across Equestria.

Captain Mitchell stood over a simple, folding table. On it were maps of Equestria and the known lands of Equis. A glass of water, half-empty, sat next to them. A list of something or other laid next to it, with a pen in Mitchell’s hand.

He looked up at her. “Good morning, Princess.”

“Good morning, Captain.”

Mitchell pushed off the table and stood up straight.

“What are the maps for?”

“I was just holding a meeting with the team leaders. In light of the current threat, I’ve set up a more rigorous rotation of teams. At any one time, one team of four or five Ghosts will be available for deployment. Two teams of Special Forces will also be available for deployment in the split-six configuration they were attached to this task force as or as an ad hoc composite twelve-man ODA. One team will be as near your position as possible without revealing their existence performing close protection duty, and one team of SF will remain here at camp for rest, augmenting camp security and ready for emergency situations if need be. The Ghost teams will rotate through these duties as I see necessary, and the SF teams will rotate either every four days or after every deployment, whichever comes first. Right now, my team’s in the rest phase, but we’ll cycle to close protection tomorrow.”

“Were you going to inform me of your plans to guard me?”

“I was. We don’t want to make this difficult for you, and we want to do this effectively. I was also going to ask who to deliver this list to.” He tapped the sheet of paper with the pen in his hand.

“What is it?”

“Grocery list. Fresh food would be good for morale.”

“I’ll pass it off to a guard on the way out.”

“So, what brings you down here?”

“I wanted to discuss the future.”

“A little soon for that, don’t you think?”

They laughed.

“I meant, what happens when we return you home? Your people are coping remarkably well with the situation. I’m still a little baffled by your willingness to aid us.”

“The best defense is a good offense. As long as the Aegis threat exists it’s a threat to my people ever returning home. At the very least this buys us time until your people get us a ticket home.”

“But what happens when you get home? I’m not an expert on the technical side of Sun Streak, but the portals we’ll open won’t be limited to ones we can create and control. Some ponies will end up on your world by mistake. Not just ponies either, anything that gets sucked in to an incidental portal could end up on the other side.”

Mitchell sighed and crossed his arms.

“You’re talking about a first contact scenario. A large-scale, unregulated one.”

“Yes.”

“First off, how much spread will we see on my world between portals?”

“I don’t know exactly, they’ll spread out in a wave from the initial point of controlled exit. The suction effect for the incidental portals should only be on this world. This is all incredibly theoretical magic that’s being worked on.”

“It’d go over my head anyway.”

“Be blunt. I need to know the political situation and how first contact would go over.”

“It’ll rock a lot of people’s worlds. I think shows of goodwill would go a very long way to reassuring people this isn’t an invasion. Alien invasions are a common science fiction subgenre for us, so people will jump to conclusions pretty fast.”

“What about contact with individual humans?”

“I’d expect people to either freak out or stare. Now, if for instance some pony ends up on a ranch in Texas that’s been dealing with wild boars, there’s a chance that pony ends up shot dead. Luckily ponies don’t look like monsters or the aliens we’re used to seeing in fiction, or threatening at all, so that’s not as big a risk as it could be.”

“I could announce to Equestria what’s about to happen, it would make this go smoother on our end. After the Aegis are no longer a threat, of course. Proving goodwill shouldn’t be too difficult. We can provide expertise on any beasts that slip through, and offers of material wealth to your leadership should help.”

Mitchell shook his head. “Don’t try and bribe our politicians. If you want to make an offering to American interests, that’s another thing. Strategic resources are something you can talk to policy wonks about.”

“What about people? Who will I be talking to?”

“The two main foreign policy movers in the executive branch, President James Ballantine and Secretary of State Dennis Yamagishi. Both are level-headed guys. I’m sure Captain Miller can put in a good word that’ll help you with the legislature; his father’s a senator from Pennsylvania and chairs the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. You’re dealing with a great lineup.”

Celestia breathed a sigh of relief. Some of these questions had been nagging her for days. Some of the titles and terminology were foreign to her, but Captain Mitchell seemed honest and optimistic about the whole thing.

“Should I come to you for advice about foreign policy?”

“I’d rather you didn’t. I try not to make value judgements about foreign policy if I can help it. It makes my job a lot easier.”

“Alright. In any case, I think we need to discuss what you found on your mission to the Griffon Kingdom.”

“You’ll have the after-action reports and artifacts we’ve gathered before noon.”

The two of them then discussed the particulars of how the close protection detail would work with Princess Celestia’s schedule, and how to conceal the humans. A semi-active field of illusion magic was settled upon for the latter issue, as it would cause them to appear as Royal Guard to everyone until an eventuality occurred where they would need to use their weapons.

Mitchell gathered three Ghosts – Ramirez, Hume and Brown – for a test run of the spell and explained what was about to happen.

“Are you ready?” Celestia asked.

The Ghosts all nodded. They felt a slight numbness as Celestia’s horn glowed, and they became translucent, with translucent white ponies taking their places.

“Hmm.”

“Aren’t we supposed to look like ponies to each other?” Mitchell asked.

“Yes, let me try again.”

Celestia’s horn lit up again and this time their bodies became invisible, replaced by alabaster stallions in gold armor.

“This is freaky,” Ramirez said.

“Okay, I can see myself normally, but you all look the same to me,” Brown said, eliciting chuckles from the other Ghosts. “So, same with you guys?” They nodded their heads.

“Well, the Royal Guards do look like they came out of a factory. Is there a reason for that?”

“Their armor is meant to make them look identical, with only minor differences in the engravings of each helmet,” Celestia explained. “It was meant to protect their identities in the days when this world was much more chaotic and violent.”

“So why the trouble in casting the spell?” Mitchell asked.

“I’ve noticed something of an increase in difficulty in magic usage while humans are around. The more of you there are, the more energy it takes to perform a given action for anything more complex than telekinesis.”

“So, we’re throwing you off.”

“Somewhat. I’ll need to radiate more magic to maintain the illusionary field, but nothing remotely draining for me.”

“Are we magic sponges?”

“Think of magic as sound. In a room with poor acoustics, one may need to talk louder to be heard past a certain distance. In another room, there may be a slight echo. Another may have the ambient noise drowning out speech. Yet another may have objects that soak up the vibrations in the air that make sound. The magic used be unicorns and alicorns is the most well-understood form of magic, and we are able to project the magic generated by our bodies into useful purposes, while the magic earth ponies and pegasi use is limited to physical contact and to some extent depends on reactions with ambient magic.”

“There’s no magic on Earth. No real magic at least. We do have stories of it, so maybe it did exist on Earth at some point. Still, even in folklore, humans using magic is relatively rare.”

“Ambient magic is constant in some form or another. There are places where it can lay dormant until triggered by enough magic used by ponies or others; your world’s magic may simply lie dormant. But ambient submission on anything resembling that scale is unheard of.”

“There are seven billion humans now. Our population exploded around the beginning of the last century when it hit a billion. I can see that coming into play.”

“Maybe the sheer number of humans eventually suppressed the few magic-users’ abilities, and the ambient magic became dormant.”

“Well the million-dollar question is ‘how does this effect Sun Streak’?” Hume added.

“I’m doubtful it will. Once the system is worked out, magic output should be the main issue. This could alter the current theoretical models, but not in a fundamentally disruptive way. If anything, this magic resistance appears to be a defense mechanism augmented by awareness of magic.” Celestia smiled. “If anypony here is willing to be a test subject, I’m sure our experts would appreciate the opportunity to cast all manner of spells on you.”

The Ghosts laughed nervously. Celestia’s horn glowed for a brief moment and their disguises disappeared. Mitchell dismissed the Ghosts.

“I’d like to see the progress on Sun Streak. Would you mind providing an escort?”

“I can take you there myself. I’ve got nothing on my plate today.”

Mitchell followed Celestia through the camp as she headed back towards the castle.

“I felt a little numb when you cast that spell. Is that normal?”

Celestia cocked an eyebrow. “No, it’s not. The more I think about the way your kind reacts to magic the more curious I become.” She chuckled “Twilight will have a field day with what I’ve learned so far.”

“It’s nice seeing young people that eager to learn.” Mitchell frowned with half his mouth. “Jesus, I sound old saying that.”

“How old are you?”

The two of them entered the castle, strolling through the halls of the until-recently disused portion of the structure that was now used by the humans.

“I turned 38 a few months ago. That’s about half the average lifespan for a human in the developed parts of my world.”

“Ponies live about as long. I’m a bit over 1,300 years old. I’ve no inkling of how long I could theoretically live, but I’d wager less than half my lifespan is gone, if that.”

“You look pretty good for someone older than Charlemagne,” Mitchell said as they walked by a set of glass sculptures of armored ponies.

Celestia scrunched her face. “I feel like you just reference human culture and history to deliberately confuse ponies sometimes.”

“You’re right, I do.” Mitchell grinned.

“Two can play at that game.”

“Sure you can, but Twilight isn’t in on it and she’d obviously be happy to educate us for just a few tidbits about human history and cultures.”

“You don’t play fair, do you?”

“The only game with rules I hold sacred is baseball.”

“There you go again.”

“Hey, there’s no reason to bring Ronald Reagan into this.”

Celestia bit her lower lip and stifled a laugh.

“Alright, you win, Captain.”

The two of them continued to the lab. Celestia took some back routes to avoid visitors, who often came to tour the castle on weekends. She would greet them whenever she came across them, though she wouldn’t actively seek them out. Especially not today.

“Your wound from the attack healed pretty quick.”

She tilted her head to the side briefly, then looked at Mitchell. “One of the perks of being an alicorn I suppose. You know, I was talking to Twilight earlier about how our cinema is dominated by superhero movies, comedies and cheesy romance films. What’s yours like?”

“Similar, but add in historical dramas, action movies and horror films. Horror is a big one because it’s cheap to make, so profit margins are pretty good. Superhero movies are expensive, but they rake in cash.”

A few moments after that answer, Mitchell scowled.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m still angry about Man of Steel.”

“Why?”

“It was supposed to be Superman’s big return to movies. But there were so many things wrong with that movie. Poor characterization and lack of character development, and the tone was all wrong, too dark and gloomy. They took the formula Nolan used for Batman and slapped it on Superman, with a less competent director. I didn’t want the goofy mess the Donner movies were, but damn it, Superman is supposed to be a beacon of hope and optimism, fighting for truth, justice and the American way. Treating him like a slightly less edgy and way more powerful Batman was a horrible thing.”

Celestia did a double-take. “You really do seem upset.”

“I am. I grew up with Superman and I always admired his uncompromising moral fortitude, despite how easy it would be for him to declare himself the ruler of the Earth, or just kill all his enemies, though he never had a strict no-kill rule like Batman. Seeing all that made Superman special thrown away because the director had to live up to the Dark Knight trilogy was a shame.”

“If you admire him so much, how do you reconcile his hesitance to kill with your work being so focused on just that?”

“I’m not Superman.”

The two walked the rest of the way in silence. After a while they arrived at the lab where the Sun Streak project was underway.

The room was quite spacious, with a stage to the left of the entrance, a remnant of when it was a theater hall. Light filtered in through windows behind and in front of the stage, and from the side opposite the entrance. There were assorted magical trinkets on some desks, with clipboards, notebooks and loose-leaf paper organized on other desks. Several chalkboards were strewn across the room, with formulae and diagrams on them. One of the desks had the “heart” of the sapphire mare Mitchell and his team had neutralized mounted on a small pedestal and protected by glass.

More than a dozen unicorns worked busily, stopping only to bow towards Celestia briefly and stare at Captain Mitchell. They talked among themselves. Twilight Sparkle conversed with an azure-coated, midnight-maned mare whose golden eyes hid behind a pair of round, thin frame glasses. Her cutie mark – a silver, rolled up scroll oriented diagonally, crossed by a quill and overlaid on a seven-pointed magenta star – was slightly obscured by a maroon turtleneck. They didn’t notice the two visitors until they were within a few feet of them.

The blue mare did a double-take and then bowed, with Twilight following.

“Princess, I didn’t notice you come in. And, um…” The mare stared at Mitchell nervously. This was probably the first time she’d seen a human up close.

“Captain Scott Mitchell.”

“Nice to meet you, Captain. I’m Star Quill.”

“Captain Mitchell and I would like to know what progress you’ve made,” Celestia asked her.

“Yes, well, we’re working to pin down a location based on astral projection and homing in on the peculiar thaumatic harmonics of humans. The former method is more for checking our work, we can’t possibly check every planet in the universe and it’s incredibly draining to boot.”

“And you’re already familiar with how their harmonics work?”

Star Quill frowned. “We don’t actually know how they work. There are as many hypotheses as ponies in this room. What we do know is that we can find humans based on this and tracing them through the threads that bind the universe.”

“Why is that sapphire heart over there?” Mitchell asked.

“Well, we were analyzing that and discussing the compressed space phenomenon Artemis Arrow described, when one of our staff picked it up and found himself wandering northwest. He caught himself and chalked it up to absentmindedness, though for as long as I’ve known him he’s never been that way. So a second member of our group attempted to move it back to where it was originally and caught himself heading northwest as well. We came to the conclusion there was suggestion magic involved and put it in that glass container and placed a ward over it to keep it under control.”

“When I handled the original form of that thing, I didn’t have that problem. Actually, when I encountered a pedestal on my last mission, the idea popped into my head to place that orb on the pedestal and I don’t know why.”

“So the suggestion magic had little effect on you, maybe none, until the suggestion was almost carried out?”

“Sounds like it.”

“Maybe human resistance to magic is a defense mechanism?” Twilight posited.

Star turned to her and nodded. “Possible. We just don’t know enough about them. They could have any number of reactions to certain types of magic, and our sample size isn’t large enough either.”

“Ideally we just learn to work around or through the harmonics issue for the Sun Streak program, but in the long-term this could pose a problem.”

“Well, from what we’ve observed, magic functions unhindered by human presence so long as two basic rules are followed. First, it can’t be inherently harmful or malicious in nature. Second, it can’t directly affect a human, or any magical effects will have diminished effect on said human. You’re right though, the harmonics issue, once solved, could change things.”

Mitchell cleared his throat to remind them he was still present. Celestia stifled a chuckle.

“Right, sorry. Anyway, the compressed space phenomenon is interesting but doesn’t have much bearing on our research, though it could be interesting in the future. Likewise with the suggestion magic the orb uses. It’s still the mechanistic magic we’re familiar with at least. But with live test subjects, or at least tissue samples, we can begin to chase down human thaumatic harmonics better. And better understanding of HTH means we can find your world faster and create more efficient portals.”

Mitchell bit his lip. “I think I’ll stick with a tissue sample.”

***

After a brief workout, Reeves sat down in the grass and enjoyed the cool morning air. It reminded him of the time his grandparents took him up to Flagstaff. He missed Arizona. The humidity of his duty station at Eglin Air Force Base was a real drag, though he was sure Raynor didn’t mind. He cut the tracks on that train of thought. Indulging in homesickness wouldn’t help his current situation.

Instead, he went over to his tent and grabbed his Mk 16, bringing it just outside the entrance to his very humble – hopefully very temporary – abode to enjoy the weather. He fiddled with the side-flip magnifier a bit, then popped the captive pins and field stripped the weapon. He spent a little time cleaning the op rod and its tube and added just a little lube where he felt the bolt carrier group needed it, then reassembled the weapon. He would’ve preferred an AR-pattern rifle like a Mk 18 Mod 1, an HK416 like the Ghosts were running, or his personal favorite, the M4A1 SOPMOD Block II. But the SCAR platform wasn’t bad at all.

He loaded a magazine, chambered a round and put the weapon on safe. Then he drew his Glock 21 and began field stripping that for cleaning.

“Doing a little maintenance?”

Reeves looked up. It was Clark Miller, Falcon team’s leader. The blonde, brown-eyed officer sat down next to him.

“Yeah. Already touched up my SCAR. Not much to do, so I thought I’d do the Glock too.”

“Jesus, you really are bored if you’re cleaning a Glock.”

“Hey, a clean gun is a happy gun, and when my guns are happy, I’m happy.”

“Can’t argue that.”

Reeves sighed. “Can I be straight with you?”

“Yeah.”

“I feel like a lot of this mission – not this mission, but what we deployed to do – we emulated the Ghosts in some awkward ways. Cutting our ODAs in half, the rifle selection piggybacking off the Ghosts’, going with .45 instead of 9mm, it just doesn’t fit.”

“I guess someone with a higher pay grade decided to experiment with the split six as a standard. As for the rest, it is what it is.”

“Yeah. I’m not pissed or anything, it’s just awkward. I’m happy to work with the Ghosts, but this whole thing is just layers of weird.”

“So do you take issue with .45?”

“No, but I prefer 9mm since most pistol cartridges give similar performance anyway.”

“10mm Auto doesn’t.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately most factory loadings duplicate .40 Smith & Wesson ballistics.”

Miller sighed and frowned. “Yeah, you do need boutique ammo or a reloading bench to really take advantage of it.”

“Well, any which way I can work with what we’ve got. It’s like fudds say, ‘They all fall to hardball’, and I guess that applies to these Aegis too.”

“Your team hit those guys, right? How skilled were they?”

“My personal experience was an ambush where we wiped them out. They were disorganized and didn’t respond well. The Ghosts sounded like they had firmer resistance, but they didn’t seem fazed. I’d guess they’re trained and mostly professional, decent but not great in a firefight.”

“So they’re a credible threat? My team’s on offense starting tomorrow, so I’d like your opinion.”

“I’d say so, yeah. Obviously they’re big on asymmetric warfare, but they seem more focused on that than anything. They’re not bringing any other capabilities to the table. Look at us – SF I mean – most of us have infantry experience and those that don’t have some other skillset they’ve brought in. These guys probably do guerrilla shit like sabotage, targeted killings and hit-and-fade attacks for the most part, but don’t seem to have any experience on the defensive or being in a real firefight.”

“It sounds like they’re dangerous because this Athena mare is using a half-decent SOF in an effective manner, on top of whatever else she has going on.”

“Yeah, the political manipulations Athena is probably pulling could be way more dangerous than the Aegis troops. I mean, she’s probably responsible for what went down at the Everfree Castle, directly or indirectly. Those Champions and C13 ponies are pretty nasty too. I don't know who we're scratching off of which list, or if they're even on one of those lists.”

“Let’s cross our fingers we don’t have too much more trouble from them,” Miller suggested with a grin.

“And keep our weapons ready in case we get it.” Reeves responded.

Author's Note:

Holy shit, this FimFic update means I no longer have to spend half an hour manually re-formatting with my shitty internet connection. Wait, no, it dropped out typing this. I had this chapter ready for like a week, but my laptop has gotten really finicky about connecting to wifi.

Comments

[totallynotabrony]

The chapter started with in-depth magic speculation and ended with gun porn. I like it.