After cleaning Floyd's apartment of his remain and Debra's, Michael and Trevor drove to the Grand Senora Desert to bury the bodies, there they were taken. Now they'll have to fund they're way back.
Michael and Trevor isn't exactly the best of friends, or friends with good influence for that matter, but from time to time something, like sticking up a joint, getting chased by mercenaries, the federal government, chinese organized crime, robbing the most secure bank in the country, and local authorities always make them appreciate that they know each other.
After their last score, Trevor still have a little cleaning up to do, he ask his best buddy, Michael, lend a helping hand. In the process they were taken, somewhere, out of their world.
Like any other job they have done, they'll have to fund their way back
It was another lazy afternoon in Los Santos for Michael De Santa to enjoy. The now retired bank robber was enjoying the warm sun of the west coast, there was nothing to worry about, his family's back, he got financial security from the business he owns and he don't need to worry about Merryweather or the FIB going after him along with the Chinese organized crime, it was smooth sailing till the end for him.
Michael walk out of his house with nothing but his short and a cold whiskey in hand to the pool on his back yard, he set down his whiskey on a nearby table, lie down on the chair, and pulls out his iFruit phone then plugged in a pair of ear buds to it and insert the hearing apparatus into his ears. He selected a song to listen to, sit back, took a sip of whiskey and enjoy the sun.
"Ahhh... another beautiful Los Santos day."
Sandy Shores, Blaine County
In the rundown trailer on the edge of Sandy Shores, Trevor Phillips wakes up in the most surprising of places, his bed. He uncover himself from the blanket he use, to reveal that he was in his underwear, again and had no recollection of the events of the previous night. Trevor then got out of bed and put on his usual attire.
"Ron! make me a coffee before I give you a home vasectomy!"
"Coming Trevor!"
Trevor walked out of his bedroom and to the trailer's porch, as his friend and business partner, Ron, ran towards him
"Here you go T," said Ron, "just the way you like it."
Trevor grab his cup coffee out of Ron's grasp and took a sip, he made the sip stay in his mouth for a little longer, savoring it's taste. It was warm, and with the right amount of cream. With the first sip entering his system, it took another three gulp for him to finish his coffee, he then toss the cup away and turn to Ron.
"After all these years you finally make it right," praised Trevor
"T-T- thanks Trevor," stuttered Ron
"Alright, what's the agenda for today my good man?" Trevor asked his assistant.
"Uh-uhm we got several arm drop to pick, and uhm-uh..."
"My God Ron, how did we became friends again ?" the man with receding hair asked.
"I'm sorry Trevor, I really am," Ron apologized.
"Alright what else ?"
"Uh.. the Aztecas have been intercepting our gun packages lately."
"Tell me something that I don't know Ron !" Trevor shouted.
"Sorry Trevor," whined Trevor's business partner, "well this means they have been intercepting our radio traffic."
"Euurghhhh...." Trevor growled, "I hate it when the competition gets smart."
"Uh... T," Ron said, " when you were in LS, with Wade."
"Yeah what about it ?" the Canadian asked.
"Well..... he tells me that his cousin went missing," Ron said sheepishly, "while you were covered in strawberry syrup."
"Hmmmm.... Wade cousin gone missing and I'm covered in strawberry syrup," said Trevor, "what could've happen before?"
Trevor remembers, the memory of how Wade's cousin and his wife, Debra. How Debra pulls out a gun out of the kitchen drawer in her apartment, and Floyd brandishing a knife, and the moment when he grabbed the knife out of Floyd grasp then slit his throat, threw the body to Debra then grabs her gun, put two round into her then left, leaving the bodies to rot.
"FFFFFUCK!" cursed Trevor.
Trevor jumped over his porch and get into his car with haste, then took off, leaving in the dust, a very confused Ron. Trevor speed through the rural town and make his way to the freeway, heading to Los Santos. Entering the freeway he pulls out his cellphone and began texting.
Rockford Hills, Los Santos
Michael was on his second glass of whiskey, and an hour into his sunbathing, the list of songs in his phone was entering it's second loop. The sun was beginning to set, and yet there's nothing to stop him from enjoying his day. He turn his head towards the house, seeing that Jimmy is still in front of his laptop looking for a job, and he could see Tracey watching TV. Michael decided that it's time to end his laying in the sun, he got up and put his shirt on and went inside. As Michael enters the house, his phone began to vibrate, it was a text, from Trevor, he opened it.
Mikey, what about we go out for a drink ? just you and me like the old days.
Michael was surprised, that Trevor actually text, he usually just call him directly, either about a job or hanging out. Michael threw away the thought and gave Trevor a reply text, saying that he agree on going out to drink. A few moments later his text receive a reply.
Okay, bring over some bleach and an overall, meet me at Vespucci Beach -T
Looking at Trevor's reply, Michael was now confused, first he asked him to go out drinking and now he wants him to bring bleach and overall.
"What are you up to T" Michael thought to himself.
But he already agree to go out drinking with Trevor, and don't want to break his promise, if Michael did, Trevor would probably get emotional on him, and there's a likely chance that Trevor would tried to kill him, again.
"Hey Jimmy I'm going out for a while and your mom ain't be back for a while," said Michael.
"Where is mom anyway ?" asked Jimmy.
"I don't know," Michael stated, "she said she's going out with her friends ?"
"Friends ?" Jimmy questioned.
"Our neighbor," Michael told him.
"Oh okay," Jimmy said, "so where are you going ?"
"Uncle T called, he wants me to go out drinking with him," answered Michael, "don't tell your mother about this just say that I'm at the studio."
"Kay dad."
Michael than went upstairs to change to a more appropriate clothing, then went downstairs grabbing the bleach from below the sink, with everything prepared, Michael take his car key and made his way to the garage then took of to meet Trevor.
An hour later, Vespucci Beach, Los Santos
Michael pace back and forth on a parking lot near the beach, waiting for Trevor to come, and there is still no text or e-mail confirming his whereabout. The ex-bank robber reached for his phone, and called Trevor.
"Hey T where you at ? I've been waiting here for half an hour ?" questioned Michael.
"I'm on west Vespucci," said Trevor over the phone.
"Where exactly on west Vespucci ?"inquired Michael.
" Behind the weed shop, just go there my car parked right next to an apartment."
" What the hell are you doing there ?" he asked.
" Just get here Mikey ! You want to drink or what ?!"
"Alright, jeez I'm coming."
There was a beep on the phone, signaling the end of their conversation. Michael walked back to his car, start the ignition, and immediately he drove to where is Trevor supposed to be. After about fifteen drive to the other end of Vespucci Beach, Michael finally find what he was looking for, well the half of what he was looking for, it was Trevor red truck, park on an apartment parking spot, but nonetheless Trevor was absent. He glanced at the interior of the car, there was a 12-pack of beer, shovel, mop, a bucket, cans of white paint and trash bags. Seeing the items in Trevor's car, Michael scratch his head.
"Hey Mikey !"
Michael turn around to see Trevor approaching, wearing an overall with a taco in hand.
" Hey T" greeted Michael, "what's up with the overall, I thought we're going out drinking ?"
"We are, but not yet," Trevor continued, "there something we gotta do first, you bring the bleach ?"
"Yeah it's in the trunk," Michael said.
"Get in your overall we got some cleanin' up to do,"
"Cleaning what exactly ?"
"Questions, questions, questions, just get in your overall."
"Alright, alright."
Michael opens his Tailgater trunk to change into the overall he brought, then he fetch the bleach and follow Trevor. Both men went up a stair and enter an apartment building. When they both open the door, a vile stench of two decaying bodies greet their nostrils.
"Auughhh... what the hell is that smell," said Michael while covering his nose.
"Michael, meet Debra and Floyd," Trevor introduced, "the late Debra and Floyd."
Trevor introduced the couple by pointing their remain it to Michael. The body was badly decomposed and there was flies buzzing around them, they were pale and already becoming a home hundreds of maggots that seems to surround the wounds. The apartment itself wasn't in a much better state, items was strewn across the floor, there was a broken laptop and a lot of blood on the floor, carpeting and wall.
"What happened here ?" Michael asked.
"Well they were such a happy couple," Trevor explained "but they get into fight and I can't see such thing happening to a couple so I stop them before it got out of hand."
"You know what, I don't wanna know."
"Suit yourself."
After the explanation both men started cleaning the apartment, Trevor took care of the bodies, inserting them to the plastic waste bag he brought with some unusual methods, that includes separating some of the parts from the bodies, meanwhile Michael clean the floor and walls of blood of the couple.
Somewhere in the Equestrian Badlands
The place was dark and damp, stalactites and stalagmites jutted out from the surface and lines of left over Limestone lined the wall, not many ponies come to this place, yet it is a home to few. Some were outcast, some were drifters, some were just trying to find home, some were just lost soul, here they find enlightenment. Ponies would called them a wrong religion, an anarchist group and even a cult, but these ponies didn't care. Unlike most, these ponies doesn't bow to Celestia nor Luna, they bow to something more darker, a tyrant exiled from his domain, a dangerous pony that few knows that he still exists.
In the many spaces of the cave, there was a place big enough to fit about a hundred ponies, to the inhabitant this is their place of worship, a sacred shrine dedicated to their king. A unicorn, covered in a brown cloak with a hood, move to the far end of the shrine, following the unicorn was ten other ponies dressed in the same manner.
All of the ten ponies plus the unicorn was standing around a pedestal carved out of one of the stalagmites surrounded by candles, on top of it was a wooden box that seems to be engulfed in a dark purple and red flames. One of the cloaked ponies uncover himself, revealing an old unicorn stallion, with a beige coat and wine red graying mane with a strake of lighter red, which was also graying.
"The king is calling," said the aging unicorn, "it is almost time."
There was silence among the crowd.
"My child, it is your time," pointing to the cloaked unicorn,"to answer his call."
"At once master," said the unicorn.
The unicorn answering, uncloak herself, revealing a young mare with covered in yellow fur, and mane of red and yellow, her horn glow opening the box with her magic. The mare stopped and stare at the object inside the box, it was a unicorn horn, with a curved design, in color of black and changing red onward to the tip. Her magic made contact with the horn, instantly she was encircled by a beam of dark magic coming from the floor of the cave, the mare began floating, her eyes became green with silted red pupils, then the beam shot upward breaking the cave ceiling and leaving the mare unconscious.
Gran Senora Desert, Blaine County, San Andreas
The sound of Trevor's truck filled the night as he drove through Route 68 in the Senora Desert, beside him was his buddy Michael, and behind them was Debra and Floyd. They both journey in silence, Michael being a little upset of having to cleaning up Trevor's mess. Trevor turn his truck into a rural road leading into the desert, his head was going left and right looking for sheriff's cruisers. After a while Trevor stop his truck and get out, he grab a shovel from the bed and start digging a hole ten feet away from his car.
An hour passed, and hole dug, it was time to lay Debra and Floyd in the ground.
"Michael grab the bag and bring it here!" Trevor shout from the hole.
Michael comply by grabbing two waste bag of what remain of Debra and Floyd, he brought them beside the hole and get ready to throw it in.
"Whoa, whoa whoa wait," said Trevor, "open the bag then throw it in."
"You serious ?"
"Does my face look like I'm joking to you?" Trevor asked.
"No," Michael answered.
"Then open it."
Michael opened the bag, and again the horrid stench of rotting pieces of flesh greet his nostril.
"Fuck T! " the family man cursed as he back pedaled from the odor of the dead.
"Stop yammering and throw it in,"Trevor told Michael.
Michael swing the bag and body parts fill the hole, they were unrecognizable, he then proceed to throw the second bag.
"With that over let's go drink."
"Finally."
The family man and the entrepreneur walked back to the red truck, Trevor grab the 12-pack in the rear, he threw one for Michael and open one for himself. They both cheer, after the clang of beer bottles, they both start drinking in the desert night, with only the sky, the coyotes and themselves.
"When was the last time we were out in the wilderness like this ?" Michael asked.
"Are you getting into me ?" questioned Trevor.
"What ?! No!" Michael said.
"Hey I'm maybe crazy but I also need some loving ya know."
"Yeah..... I got a wife and two kids," Michael stated, "I think I'll pass."
Trevor let out a sigh as he stare into the night sky.
"Last time we were in the wilderness was in '89," Trevor recalled.
"How'd that happened ?" asked Michael.
"Oh you remember Mikey!" shout Trevor.
"Remind me." Michael said.
"We were on the run from the cop when we rob that fast food join," explained Trevor, "and you just had to turn for a deer."
"Now I remember."
Both men continued to drink as they stare at the star littered sky, accompanied by the sound of coyote's. Suddenly a light came from the trail leading to the main road, and heading towards them, It come closer, the sound of an engine becomes audible, and seems to be heading towards them.
"Get down!" Trevor commanded.
Michael comply, and both men take cover beneath the truck.
The sound of engine get closer and closer as the light from a head lamp come closer. It stops, the engine come to a halt. Michael and Trevor could see a pair of leg from beneath the truck, they were expecting a park ranger, or a deputy coming to check the area.
"Trevor !" shouted a familiar voice, "Where are you T?!"
"What the fuck are you doing here Ron!" shouted Trevor, as he crawled out from beneath the pick up.
"Uh-uhm...." Ron stuttered.
"SPIT IT OUT GODDAMN IT!" Trevor yelled.
"So-sorry Trevor," Ron apologized, "I-I've been listening to The Aztecas radio traffic."
"AND ?!" Trevor shouts.
"They're going to move a truck load of meth through the desert," Ron continued, "they're moving it from Paleto Bay."
Satisfied with Ron answer, Trevor walked to the pile of dirt and sand he removed from digging the hole, he grab the shovel planted on the pile and hand it to Trevor's Phillip Enterprises CEO. Ron gave him a quizzical before he point out the hole,Ron immediately understand and start putting the dirt and sand back into the hole covering the remain of Debra and Floyd, while Trevor went back to drinking with Michael.
"Don't you think you went to hard on him ?" Michael asked.
"Nah," Trevor answered, "the man need to learn, he used to be an accountant for Christ's sake !"
"How the hell did he end up with you ?"
"His wife left him, drained him of everything he got," Trevor explained, " Then I found 'em in a car in the desert."
Michael and Trevor continue to drink down their beer, enjoying the desert night while watching Ron slowly filling the unmarked grave. Unseen above, clouds began moving, circling above the truck where Michael and Trevor were sitting. As the clouds accumulate, thunder rumble and lightning flashes. Ron look up into the sky to see what's happening, he see a what look likes a storm cloud and a plane overhead. Slowly the cloud formation made a gap in it's center, for a light beam to come from the sky and engulfed Michael and Trevor. In a flash of light, they disappear along with the truck, leaving black crystals on the ground.. Ron's jaw hangs in horror, as he just witnessed his boss, and his boss's friend disappear to a beam of light, he drop the shovel and run back to Sandy Shores.
"THEY'RE REAL! THEY TOOK THEM! THEY TOOK TREVOR!" screaming as he runs.
"Mayday, mayday, mayday," said the co-pilot, "this is flight M-W-0-1-3 anyone copy?!"
"We're loosing engine two!" shouted the flight engineer.
"Re-start on engine number two!" stated the captain.
"Fuel's dropping on engine one and three !" said the flight engineer.
The pilot of the craft looked up, and shut down the jet's number two engine to in hope to restart. The pilot push buttons and switches on the aircraft overhead console, there was a dying whine from outside the cockpit, a sign that the engine was successfully shut down, the pilot begin the procedure of starting the engine again, unfortunately all he receive was another dying whine, he tried again. The last attempt of restarting the engine results on the said engine to explode, rocking the aircraft, but enough to knock it out of the sky.
"We lost engine number two!" the flight engineer shouted.
"Any response ?!" asked the captain.
"Not yet," the co-pilot stated, "none from Fort Zancudo or LSIA!"
"We're loosing hydraulics!" "Send out our coordinates !" commanded the captain.
The co-pilot comply, but the navigation system was nothing but unreadable, the numbers on their coordinate kept changing rapidly giving them no clear position of the aircraft.
"Captain, we've got no coordinate, no heading, no altitude!" cried the co-pilot.
"That's impossible !" said the captain.
"We lost engine number three," the flight engineer said, "fuel on number one is still dropping."
The captain look out of the cockpit windshield, in front was nothing but grey along with snow hitting the windshield, frost accumulates on it's corner, a scene that shouldn't be. As the jet travels, the grey cloud begin to thin out, until there were no more, behind that grey wall, is what surprise them all. After almost half an hour of shouting, there was silence in the cockpit, all three aviators pair of eyes locked on a sight that were to be their last, it was a city, a bright, gleaming city, a contrast to the frozen hell surrounding it, unlike any city they've seen, it was colorful, and in the center of it is a structure that stand tall, unmatched by any other in the vicinity, and they were heading right for it.
"PULL!" shouted the captain as he pull on the control stick.
His co-pilot follow his instruction, and pull on the stick.
"PULL!"
Unable to pull up in time, one of the jet's engine struck struck the tip of the structure, rendering it useless, thus the plane continue to loose altitude and crash outside the city northern outskirt, along with the crew, cargo and passenger.
In this remote part Equestria, snow cover every inch of the landscape, the sky is always grey, and wind as cold as ice blow at speed of a hurricane, but it is home to an empire that not long ago made its come back after a thousand year of disappearance. In this barren snow covered desert, Michael opened his eyes, and stood up from his laying position.
"Where the fuck am I ?" he question himself.
The retired bank robber looked around, it wasn't the the desert anymore, all he can see was snow, snow, and more snow. Then he looked down, he was wearing nothing but his tank top and boxer.
"What the ?" said Michael, "where the hell's my clothes?"
He take a look of his surrounding again, Trevor is missing, along with his truck, not to mention his suit, shirt and pants. Michael began walking forward slowly,in search of his friend. The blowing snow and fast wind making it hard to see anything in front, Michael was walking with no direction, but with a purpose, to search for Trevor and to get out of this cold. As the professional thief walked, he began to wonder where he was right now and how he got here, the first thought to come to Michael was he's at North Yankton, again, but the last thing he remembered he was drinking with Trevor in the desert.
Trevor woke up in the cold, to find himself only wearing underwear with a bottle of Pibwasser in hand. He smash the bottle, but it didn't break, he look at the bottle, it was stuck in snow.
"Snow ? since when do we got snow in Sandy Shores ?"
Realizing he's not drunk, Trevor stood up and looked around, his vision is met with snow and grey sky. He spun around to see a something red among the snow and wind thats hitting his face, the meth dealer walk toward it fighting the raging wind. Trevor find the red figure to be his truck, he jump into it and start the engine, but he was missing something.
"Where's Michael ?"
He stood up on the seat and shouted into the icy wasteland.
"MICHAEL! MIKEY! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
There was no reply, he decided to search for his best friend, Trevor switch on the overhead fog lamp attached to his truck and began moving to search for Michael. After driving for fifteen minutes in the cold, Trevor haven't found Michael yet, he tried his radio scanner for truckers radio chatter, but there was only static and he keep on driving. As Trevor drove, he saw a light, a green light, on the corner of his vision, instantly he turn his truck toward the general direction of the said light at full speed. Reaching the light, Trevor found it was a railway signal, along with a single lane train track, he stop nearby the signal, hoping for train to pass by and ask for help, which means to stop the train and forced any occupant to turn into a search party.
Michael cover his face from the blowing wind, as he walk further into the depth of the Frozen North, shouting his friend's name multiple times, but only the whistle of wind answer. As Michael walk on, the cold started take affect to him, his body shiver uncontrollably, forcing his hand to tighten around his body in an attempt to preserve heat. He then heard something, a sound of a combustible engine, he raise his head to look forward, in the middle of the gray and blowing white, there was light, a green light, and four bright light right next to it.
"TREVOR!" shout Michael.
The sound that came out of MIchael mouth reach Trevor's ears, just barely, but it was enough to caught the meth dealer attention.
"MIKEY! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Trevor shouts back.
Out of the wall of white, on the other side of the track, emerge a figure of a middle age gentleman in his underwear.
"Where the hell you've been ?" Trevor asked.
"Freezing my balls off," Michael answered.
"No great loss," said Trevor, "you don't use it anymore anyways."
Michael gave Trevor a glare as he process what his best friend just said, there are grains of truth in it, a lot of grains.
"Well my thrusting days are over anyways."
"You got any idea where we are ?" asked Trevor.
"North Yankton ?" Michael said.
"Mmmhhh.... too windy,"
"The northern part of Canada ?"
"Still too cold."
"Uhmmm......"
Before Michael can came up with another guess, something big and fast, sped behind him. Both men turn their head towards it, to see a train traveling along the track, then there was a whine of jet engine overhead, they look up to see a fire ball emitted by the sky, as the whine travel further away in the direction similar to the train. Trevor and Michael jump into the car and speed along the track, they quickly catch up with the train as it was moving at a speed slower compare to what they thought, Trevor maneuver his pick-up, positioning it behind the train's caboose.
In one of the many caves in the Badlands, five ponies covered in cloak, hold down a struggling mare. She was uncontrollable after what she did in the ritual, the unicorn mare kept shooting beams of magic in random direction, while screaming incoherent sentences before being subdued.
"Keep holding her down !" ordered the elder pony.
She keep hissing and struggling and saying "I will return" in a distorted and yet male voice.
"North...." said the mare, "NORTH !"
The grunting stop, there was silence and all eyes rest upon the mare.
"My Lord ?" said the elder pony.
"North..... find the ones I sent..... North..." the possessed mare muttered
"Who are those you sent, My Lord ?"
"Creatures...... from beyond Tartarus.....thieves..." said the mare.
"Thieves ?" the elderly stallion asked.
"Heading..... to my throne......the frozen land....."
"The Crystal Empire," the old pony guessed.
"Retrieve.......the creatures......free me from this...... PRISON!!!"
The mare spew out a deafening shriek as her body went limp, the ponies holding and the elder only watch in horror an confusion, once again the cave walls reflect the silence.
"Round up any able stallion we have," commanded the elder unicorn, "we're heading to the king's nest."
Ron ran, he was running as fast his can leg can carry through Sandy Shores, away from what he just witnessed, something he spoke about had come true, aliens, and they took his mentor, boss, friend. He kept on running, reaching his trailer, he slam the door shut and locked it, restricting any access to his home. Still panting and sweating he took his cellphone out, then he dial a number. As he place his phone against his ear, Ron receive nothing but long beeps, he waited a couple more seconds.
"Hello who's this ?" asked the voice from the other end of the call.
"Wade! Wade! where are you ?!" asked Ron.
"Ahm' getting an ice cream," answered Wade.
"WHERE ?!"
"Uhh.. Los Santos."
"Wade, you gotta come here."
"Here? where ?"
"Sandy Shores Godamnit !" shouted Ron "Trevor's been taken!"
"Taken ? you mean kidnapped?" Wade asked, "but Trevor can't be kid-"
"NOT KIDNAPPED! TAKEN! WADE! TAKEN!"
"But-"
"ALIENS! TREVOR BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!"
"Aliens ?"
"Just come back here !"
With their conversation over, Ron terminate the call. He got up and close any blinds and curtain in his home.
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The Frozen North, Equestria
It was dark outside and inside the train, but only blowing white can be seen beyond the window, the occupants in her designated car are a sleep or trying to sleep, all her friends are already asleep, with the exception of herself. Twilight is reading in her bunk, passing the time on her journey to the Crystal Empire along with her five friends to oversee the preparation for the Equestrian Game . She continue to read through the night, accompanied by a lantern, and a snoring Spike. She look outside, nothing but snow. Twilight decided it's already too late to continue reading, she seal the book she was reading, blew the lantern off and lay her head on the bunk.
Behind the set of train cars, a pick up truck is keeping up with the train, in the driver's seat was Trevor Phillips. Foot glued to the pedal, and with Michael sitting right next to him, Trevor follow the train while keeping an eye the falling cargo jet direction. The meth dealer grab a shotgun out of the back bed, and began climbing out of the open cabin, forcing Michael to grab the wheel.
"What the fuck are you doing T ?!" asked Michael.
"I'm getting into that train," said Trevor.
Before Michael could say anymore, he immediately jump to the driver seat as Trevor reach the hood of his truck.
"Closer !" Trevor said.
Michael forced the gas pedal to kiss the floor, pushing the truck engine, and the truck closer to the train's caboose. The truck bumper went inches from the caboose, and Trevor jump into the caboose back platform, before entering he turn to Michael and point to the other end of the train, his friend nodded, Trevor then proceed to enter the caboose. As Michael drive to catch up the locomotive, a thought came across his mind, Trevor being discreet is like regular Trevor.
Trevor exited the cold through the door of the caboose, he looked around, the crew were absent in the caboose. Trevor move again towards the next car, empty of any sign of life again. The meth dealer turn on the flashlight on his shotgun and began aiming it around the car to see where he was, a stove with a cooking pot, it was the pantry. Trevor open the overhead cabinet searching for items essential for his survival in the freezing cold, there were plenty, loafs of bread, can of beans and some instant oatmeal. He looked around for anything to carry the amount of food he's about to steal, there's none that can in the dark kitchen car. He proceed to the next car.
Trevor arrive an even darker car, due to the lack of windows, he point his flashlight to see where he is. All round him were varieties of bags, briefcase of all sizes and even chests. He approaches one of the briefcases, wanting to see what's inside, Trevor grab one of them and start fiddling with the combination, when that fails, he tries pulling it by hand, it didn't budge. Trevor growled in frustration and begin pounding the briefcase with his shotgun's stock, after only three times hitting the briefcase opened. He dug through the content, he finds few of the article inside useful, there are some jackets and overcoats, Trevor took them, but that wouldn't be enough to keep out the cold when he's in his underwear, that goes for Michael too.
Trevor proceed to the next car, it isn't differ from the previous one he just in, it is still dark although there is minimal lighting from outside. The car Trevor in at the moment is lined with bunk beds, left and right, the sound of snoring emitted by the inhabitant of the beds. The short tempered man slowly creeps through the hallway, avoiding detection from those who sleep in the bunks, which he can't see because of blankets covering them. Slowly he move through the hallway, aiming his flashlight to one of the bunk, an empty bunk, with a sheet of blanket. He stole the sheet, but one is not enough for him or Michael to withstand the cold, he needed more.
He take another one from the bunk below it, what he uncover is unreal. It was a small horse, fur glistening in off white like it was transparent. Trevor can only rubs his eyes on what he just saw.
"A meth horse," whispered Trevor.
It's what Trevor can come up with. A pony made out of methamphetamine, a substance in which he made a living by selling it to, rednecks, truckers, farmers, seasonal migrant workers and anyone who are willing and able to buy from Trevor Phillips Enterprises. Realizing that the one thing in front of him can supply him of meth for a very long time, and a considerable amount of profit for his business. He grab more blankets from the beds, uncovering more ponies in different colors and appendages, those who have wings, ones that have horn, and ones have none. Trevor rubs his eyes again.
"Wow, this is got to be the worse trip I have yet to experience," said Trevor, "at least it's an improvement from the clowns."
After he gather several blankets, he went back to the kitchen car, put the the food on the cabinets on top of several blankets, and tie it into a sack. He then move back toward the front of the train, stopping at the first passenger car to pick up his meth horse, the only problem is his hand is full.
"God damn it," cursed Trevor.
He leave the car and move to the forward car with food, blankets and coats, but not his meth pony, he keep walking down the narrow hallway of car closing in on the locomotive, quietly entering and exiting train cars. On the last passenger car he Trevor down the sack of coats and food, to return for his meth pony. Trevor snatch the crystal pony, carry it on his side and proceed to go toward the locomotive. As Trevor proceed in the direction of the locomotives, unknown to him the crystal pony he's carrying begin to open her eyelid.
The crystal mare notice that something is holding her on the side of her belly, she tries to wiggling herself in attempt to escape, her attempt is unfruitful. She craned her neck to take a look what or who is keeping her from moving, she look up and see a head, covered in skin and little hair. She attempt to escape one more time.
"HELP! MONSTER! SOMEPONY HELP!" shouts the crystal mare.
Her cry for help awaken almost every passenger in the cars she and her kidnapper passes as both of them got closer to the locomotive. Trevor throw stealth out of the window and start sprinting through the hallway as more colorful ponies waking from their slumber. Noticing that the pony he's kidnapping start moving, Trevor tighten his grip on the pony and hit her on the head.
"SHUT UP YOU SACK OF METH!" Trevor said.
He blinks, and think what he just done and said.
"Woah, I just talk to a talking sack of meth bigger than Wallace Whitman can cook," Trevor thought aloud, "what the hell is in that batch Chef cooked."
Trevor sprints through cars, entering and exiting them in a matter of seconds. As Trevor passes through one of the car, the cry from the mare reaches a newly crowned princess and her friends. Twilight wakes up to see a blur pass her, she look onto the hallway and see a crystal pony being held by a two legged monster, Twilight climb out of her bed and so does her friends.
"Hey stop!" Twilight commanded.
The monster ignore her command and keep running toward the direction of the locomotive, she pursuit the monster through the cars with her bewildered four friends, the other one stays at her bunk, still processing what had happen.
"Twi' what's goin' on ?" asked Applejack. "what are we chasing ?"
"I don't know there was screaming and a monster-" Twilight answered.
"SOMEPONY! HELP!"
The scream for help is enough to caught the attention of the five galloping mare, they fasten their pace to catch up with the monster holding the crystal pony.
Trevor arrives in the front most car where he put his stolen food and clothing, he rest his shotgun against the wall, and open the door leading to the locomotive. Trevor face is met by a wall of freezing cold and another obstacle before the locomotive, it was the coal storage for the train and with that in the way, Trevor can't bring the coats and food along with his 'sack of meth'. An idea popped into his head, he throw the crystal mare first over the coal car, despite her complain.
"No! No! No!"
"Up and over," said Trevor.
The crystal mare soar through the freezing sky, which only about 5 feet of the train, and drop into the pile of coal then slide down the pile and into the cab. Trevor was about to throw the good he stolen, before he is interrupted by five brightly colored ponies.
"Stop !" the purple one commanded.
Trevor pay no attention to the command, he take the sack of stolen goods, walk outside the car to climb over the car in front. Unknown to him the purple pony that had said stop begin to charge her horn, and release a powerful beam that hit the door Trevor just went through, and knock it out of it hinges. Trevor immediately take cover behind the wall of the car, as another magic beam passes by.
"First a talking sack of meth and now laser beam," Trevor said to himself, "I'm going to have to give Chef less to cook with."
He bring his shotgun out from cover shot a round to the direction of the attacking ponies, his shot miss, the pellets from the shell implanted in the hard wood interior. The pellets and shrapnel of wood is enough to make Twilight and her friends to take cover. With the cease-fire of the magic beam, Trevor take the opportunity to climb over the coal car, he then slide down the pile of coal, at the bottom of the pile, two pony engineer and a pony conductor, so it says on the pony's hat, who are comforting his 'sack of meth'.
"PUT DOWN THE METH AND WALK AWAY !" Trevor shouts.
There is no response to his threat.
"NOW !"
Instead of complying, one of the engineer retaliate, he charge at Trevor with a shovel, Trevor step aside and grab the shovel and kicked the pony overboard, he then grab the conductor and the other engineer by the tail and threw them overboard as well. The crystal mare take this opportunity a chance to escape, she gallop to the coal storage, passing between Trevor's legs, climb up the pile of coal and back into the passenger car. Trevor can only stand as he watch, what could have been a potential profit, ran away, literally. All he can do is grunt aloud.
Michael still has his foot glued to the gas pedal, and trying to spot Trevor between the blowing white. Hearing the sound of gunshot was enough that to tell that something was wrong, then again he expect nothing good whenever Trevor and stealth is in the mixture. The retired bank robber steer right, getting closer to the train, Michael now can make out more detail of the train beside the windows, and pinpoint his position next to the train. Michael was now beside the locomotive and closing, he realize that there's somethings were odd, the locomotive isn't diesel, like the one he robbed which belong to Merryweather,it isn't boxy, but more cylindrical and have smoking chimney on the front, it was a steam engine like in old Wild West movies he usually watch, and no one uses steam engine to pull passenger car anymore.
Michael drove closer to the locomotives cab, inside Trevor was busy shoveling coal into the boiler. Trevor keep shoveling coal into the boiler, he then sealed the lid to the boiler and cover it with more coal. Trevor threw the shovel aside then he call Michael.
"Mikey! Over here!" Trevor shouted.
Michael steer closer to the locomotive. When the truck was close enough Trevor jumped into the bed with food and coats, he move to the passenger side and open the glove box compartment. Inside is a Micro Uzi with a 32-round magazine instead of the 20.
"Slow down a bit Mikey!" Trevor said.
"Why would I slow down ?" Michael asked.
"Quit asking and slow down!"
Michael ease on the gas pedal, and the truck slowed down, letting the train overtake them a bit. As they slow down they are neck-to-neck to the car where the five mare that were chasing Trevor. The meth dealer stand up on his seat and pull the bolt.
Inside the train car, Twilight and her friends slowly approach the gaping door way except her friend Rainbow Dash, who is now eager to challenge the mysterious beast, but Applejack restrain her by pull her prismatic tail.
RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA
Sound similar to firecrackers assaulted their ears, pieces of glass rain upon them and wooden shrapnel flying through the car pepper them, the five mares hit the floor with hooves covering their ears. They lay down and wait it out for a few seconds hoping whatever that attack the train had gone. Rainbow Dash as the first one to recover, she hover to one of the bunk and look outside from the now glassless window, between the raging wind and snow, she could see a red carriage with nopony pulling, beams of light emitted from above and front of the carriage, lighting it's path, but only caught the glimpse of it's occupants as the train is peppered again with material or forces unknown to them, which is actually pieces of led.
Trevor sit back down as Michael pulls away and make distance between them and the train. The company founder is still agitated due to the loss of his 'talking sack of meth' but satisfied he done some damage to something today. Trevor then dig through the stolen good he give Michael one of the coat and some blankets. Both friends keep going in parallel of the train's direction along with the crippled aircraft above.
"What do we do now T?" asked Michael.
"Keep following the train," Trevor answered, "where's the jet headed?"
"It's still going straight following the track."
"Good, that train full of horses must be heading somewhere," Trevor stated, "after we know where they headed we follow the jet, that thing isn't going anywhere far."
"Alright- wait did you said train full horses ?"
"Yes train full of colorful,talking, laser shooting miniature horses."
"Are you high ?"
"I don't know Mikey 'cuz I don't remember taking anything tonight, do you remember I took anything?"
"No, just beer."
"Man this is really weird, even by my standard."
"You don't have standards."
"And you don't have a fucking sense of humor."
They kept following the train with very limited visibility from it's side. As they sped through the icy wasteland, the further they go slower the wind got, and the brighter the sky get. Their vision is met by something astonishing, a scene that only fantasy movies could make, a city, approximately the size of Los Santos, minus the airport and the LS Port also the Vinewood Hillls, stand about half a mile before them, made entirely out of crystal. Michael let go of the gas pedal slowing the car down and eventually come to a stop, both of them stand up from their seat to admire the city, ignoring the speeding train, and the cargo jet that took out chunks of the city's tallest structure and crippling the aircraft even more.
A white Bravado Buffalo sped through the Senora Freeway on the Northbound lane. The car changes lane and drive into an exit ramp and take a left into the desert.The white muscle car make its way through smaller route heading to Sandy Shores. The car arrive in front of a trailer as the sun is about to set, the passenger exits the vehicle.
"Thanks for the ride Mr. Clinton," thanked Wade.
"Your welcome, and please it's Franklin," said Franklin.
"Uh, thanks again Franklin."
Wade walked pass Ron's fence, and approach the front door and knock it. There was no answer, again Wade knocks several time, he glanced at Franklin who haven't leave the premises and was setting his radio. Wade tried again.
"Ron, you home," said Wade, "Roooooonnnnn."
Suddenly, the front door of Ron's trailer burst open. Ron, covered in an eighties body armor, which look like an apron, and his head is adorned with a helmet that have a Civil Defense marking on it. While he maybe wearing a silly and ridiculous attire, he have a gun on his hand and aimed towards Wade.
"GET AWAY YOU LIZARD MEN I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" Ron shouted.
Wade was surprised that Ron was holding a gun and aiming it toward him, he pedaled backward and fell on his back. Wade lift his torso and dragged himself backward away from the gun wielding Ron. Franklin turn his head to the commotion, he saw that his former passenger was under attack, he exit the car to help.
"Hey !" Franklin called, "what the hell you think you doin' ?"
"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER !" warned Ron as he point the gun at Franklin, "you're with the Lizard people aren't you ?!"
"What the fuck is the lizard people, there ain't no dude look like a damn lizard."
"Don't lie to me," Ron voice dropped a bit, "I know they exist, it could be you, him or anybody."
"What the fuck you talkin' about foo' ?"
"ALIENS ! THEY HAVE COME TO SUCK OUR BRAIN OUT! TO BRING ENDLESS CALAMITY TO EARTH!"
"How the hell you know them aliens are real huh ?"
"Because they took Trevor !"
"That crazy old dude ?" Franklin inquire, "that homie could be anywhere !"
There was silent as Ron tried to come up with an explanation how his closest neighbor had disappear.
"I'll prove it then," Ron stated, "I'll prove they're real !"
Ron then sprint and hop over his fence to his ATV, he stared the engine, leaving Franklin and Wade in the dust.
"C'mon," said Franklin running back to his car.
"We're go-gonna follow him ?" ask Wade.
"Yes we gonna follow 'em now hop in !"
Franklin and Wade hop inside the white Bravado and take off from Ron's trailer, they follow the CEO through the streets of Sandy Shores and into the desert, away from any trail or path. Ron's ATV and Franklin's car speed to the rugged terrain of the desert, dodging rocks and cactus. The ATV come to a halt on a spot a few meters away from a dead end trail that leads to the desert.
Ron dismount his ATV and just stand at the spot where he had dismounted looking at the location where Trevor had been taken. The white Bravado Buffalo stop behind Ron's ATV, Franklin exit the car first, followed by a nervous Wade which keep hiding behind him. Ron turn his head to Franklin and Wade, slowly he brought up his left hand, his index finger pointing to the location, where his boss, mentor and paymaster had been abducted.
Franklin, Wade, and even Ron face is stuck in amazement, the location where the abduction of Michael De Santa and Trevor Philips had take place wasn't cover in sand anymore, instead jutting black crystal have replaced the sand and dirt. Franklin is the first one to approached the densely pack of dark crystal, he slowly walk towards it with a pistol pointing towards it. As he got three feet from the crystals, a rectangular object caught his attention stuck between the crystals, he liberate it from the crystals. The object was Michael's cellphone, due to the picture of his wife, Amanda, on the lock screen. Franklin pulled out his cellphone and call Lester, unknown to him the crystal began to emit tiny sparks of electricity.
"Yo L," greeted Franklin.
"Oh hello Franklin," answered Lester on the other end, "well this is a surprise, I thought you forgot about me already."
"Nah, dog,"
"Well that's good to hear," said Lester, "so is there anything you need from me ?"
"Uh, yeah I found Michael's phone on the desert, stuck between some kinda crystals," Franklin said, "any idea where he might be ?"
"Hmmmm...... there's no recent purchase from his credit card," said Lester, "and there's no sign of him in LS, no deposit, withdrawal, nothing, and did you said crystal ?"
"Uh-yeah black crystal, stickin' up from the ground."
"Odd, crystals don't usually form on the surface," Lester stated, "there's no record or map indicating there is a cave below the Senora desert, also crystal aren't naturally black."
"Okay any sign of the old dude, Trevor ?"
"Nothing, no cellphone activity, no purchases, withdrawal nor deposits, and even no reports of public exposure between eleven am and three pm in the last 24 hours, last position of his phone was where you stand right now."
"I told you !" Ron butted in, "they were taken by aliens! ALIENS!"
Franklin approaches Ron with irritation carved on to his face, he snatch the gun from Ron's grasp and throw it aside.
"There's no such thing as aliens foo'," shouted Franklin, "they ain't real man. So does bigfoot 'cuz he's just a man who barked like a dog."
While the new kid and the paranoid ex-accountant argued, Wade stare at the crystals. It sparks was getting more frequent and a buzzing sound can be heard from it.
"Uh guys," Wade called, "guys !"
"What ?!" Franklin and Ron shouted at Wade.
Their eyes followed where Wade's index finger was pointing, it was the crystal buzzing loudly and electricity seems to course through it. The alarm on Franklin's Buffalo went off, turn signal, headlamps and cabin lights flicker on their own, screen wipers wipe the windshield with no one operating the car.
Sandy Shores, Blaine County
Melvin, Sandy Shores' Ammunation clerk, was doing inventory on the store supplies, when he was interrupted by the light in the storage flickering on and off. He put down his checklist to tend to the fuse box, he stepped outside his store, there are others outside their trailers, with similar reason he was outside. The inhabitants of Sandy Shores are all outside of their homes, due to the town wide electrical problem, they were confused and some were terrified, as everything connected to a plug start flickering on and off, along with street lamps and neon signs of local businesses, all Melvin can do is stand and watch. At one point every light glow brightly, followed by an exploding power pole, than another, and another along the power line, until all of Sandy Shores shrouded by darkness, unknown to Melvin and the rest of Sandy Shores, they're not the only ones.
Frozen North, Equestria
Within the depth of the castle, the ruler of Crystal Empire, Mi Amore Cadenza, and her newly wed husband, Shining Armor were fast a sleep after a hectic day of putting together the last requirements needed for the nations biggest athletic event, The Equestrian Olympics. The couple eyes were shut tight, their head lay upon the soft pillow and Shining Armor's snore echoed through the room, but not enough to wake his wife out of sleep, instead it gain him a hugging hoof from his wife.
A sound, similar to those of a whine enter the bed chamber and reaches Cadence's ears, it flick, and her eyes open, she releases her grip from her still snoring husband and got out of bed, she move slowly toward the bedroom window to see what was making the whine that wake her from her slumber. As the princess of the Crystal Empire reaches the window, the whine have grown almost to a very loud whistle, she open the curtains. Her pupils shrank to a size smaller than a needle end, as an airborne beast, clad in white and blue stripe, approached her in great speed, instantly Cadence dive to the floor and cover her face, waiting for the certain doom she will meet, a doom that never come. After nothing happen to her, and checking that every limb she have is still present, Cadence run to the window again, the beast have disappear, but the whine was still there, slowly fading away and away. Although the beast have gone, another thing caught her attention below, on the edge of the empire she rule, a train is traveling fast and getting closer to the station, it keep going until it derailed at the end of the track after crashing through the barrier.
"Shiny," Cadence whisper to her snoring husband, "Shining."
Shining Armor let out a moan before he slump over to the other side to face his wife.
"What is it Cady ?" asked Shining.
"Shiny you have to see this."
"Can It wait 'till morning ?"
"No."
Shining pushed away his blanket and exit the bed, with his sight still hazy from the rude awakening he's accompanied by Cadence toward the window, he look out to the window but none caught is attention.
"What is it you want me to see Cadence ?" Shining asked.
Cadence point her hoof to the direction of the Crystal Empire new train station, not the decommissioned one outside the empire. Shining rubs his eyes and direct his sight to where Cadence's hoof is pointing, on the end of the station lay a smoking wreck of a train, he can see speck of color, which are ponies, around it.
"What happened ?" Shining ask again.
"I-I have no idea," Cadence answered, "there was a huge flying thing , not a dragon, flying toward the castle."
"A flying thing ? what does it-"
Before Shining can finish his question, a knock came from the door, and he answer it, outside is a crystal pony guard.
"Sir, there have been an accident on the train station," the guard reported, "a train have gone through the barrier and derailed."
" Any casualty ?" Cadence asked.
"We have no casualty report yet Your Majesty," the guard continued, "also there have been a sighting of an unidentified flying object traveling north."
"Can you describe this..... flying object ?"asked Shining
" It have an elongated shape and a pair of wing, also smoke was emitted from the object as it continue through its flight course."
"Did you say wings ?" Shining inquire further.
"Yes sir, a pair of unmoving wings, it struck the castle's tip sir."
"Alright, round up any available guard and assemble in front of the castle I'll be down shortly."
With a salute, the guard gallop to fulfill his commander's order. Shining went back inside and put on his uniform and armor, after that he proceed to go downstairs to meet his already rallying troops accompanied by Cadence, there were about fifty guard ponies gathered in front of the castle, it wasn't the total number of troops the empire have, those who gather are the guard ponies that work on the graveyard shift. Shining can only sigh at the number of troops his subordinate have collected, it wasn't satisfying, but he'll have to work with it.
"Officer on deck !" shouts Shining's lieutenant.
"At ease," ordered Shining, he turn to a pair of crystal pegasus, "Sergeant Gloss, Sargent Glimmer I want you to take your squad to the train station, there's been an accident, do whatever you can to help."
"Sir, Yes sir," both sergeants replied in unison and leave with their respective squads.
"The rest of you are with me."
"Sir, may I ask where are we going ?" asked one of his sergeant.
"We're going to follow up on a sighting of an unidentified flying object." answered Shining.
"A U.F.O. Sir ?"
"Yes a U.F.O. before you think I'm crazy the lieutenant and my wife saw the thing."
There were murmurs from the lower ranks and the sergeants, murmurs of disbelief and confusion, it's not every day that Equestrian is visited by extraterrestrial beings. Shining told his lieutenant to ready his men within five minutes, then he climb the castle steps to his waiting wife.
"Be careful Shiny," said Cadence.
"I will Cady," Shining said.
Cadence gave Shining a kiss on the cheek, and the former Captain of the Equestrian guard walk back down the steps to his troops. After preparing their equipments, from ration, cloak, spears and hoof claws, Shining and the graveyard shift guards march north, when they were only twenty feet away from the castle there was a thump and the sky north of the empire turn orange before quickly it revert to it's original dull grey.
*** *** ***
Inside one of the train car five mares piled on top each other, miraculously without any injury.
"Get off me!" whined Rainbow Dash.
"Would you kindly move," said Rarity.
Defying any kind of law of physics and her own body anatomy, Pinkie burst from the top of the pile and landed on four hooves, causing the pile of ponies to roll on to the car's floor.
"Let's do that again !" Pinkie said while hopping merrily.
"What in tarnation happened here ?" asked Applejack, "it's look like a herd o' buffalo just pass by."
"It's that thing....." said Twilight.
"What thing Twi ?" asked the rainbow maned pegasus.
"Didn't you see it ?"
"No," answered Rainbow, " all I see was bolts of magic."
Twilight looked around the car, it was a mess, she look to the end of the hallway, and the Crystal Palace was very visible from where she stands, then she looked back, and so did her friends. Behind the car was the locomotive, reduce to a bent, twisted, metal wreck. Twilight looked around the car again, while her friends murmur in disbelief in how the front most passenger car is able to by pass the locomotive with out getting seriously damaged, her eyes were fixed on the many holes that now decorate the car's wall, her horn glow and so did one of the holes, quickly a small pellet pops out of the wooden wall, she bring it closer to her.
"Anyone feels that there's something missing here ?" asked Rainbow Dash.
"Somethin' definitely missin' ," said Applejack.
There was silent, then all of the five mares shouted.
"FLUTTERSHY!"
All five mares exit the car and headed straight to the crash site behind them.
*** *** ***
On the outskirt of the Crystal Empire, Trevor and Michael kept their eyes on what was in front of them, a blight, seemingly glowing city with a very tall tower in the middle, which was missing it's tip due to the jet striking it, and the train crash surrounded by speck of moving colors.
"T, are you seeing this ?" asked Michael.
"Yep, definitely seeing it," answered Trevor.
"So...... you're not high at all ?"
"Michael, I'm seeing it, and you're seeing it, which means I'm not high, and you're not high"
Michael lean against the red pickup front, both his hand holding his head, he took a long, deep breath.
"So we're not in North Yankton nor Canada."
"Not at all."
"So where the fuck are we then."
"Well there's only one way to find out."
Trevor untie the blanket made sack, he put on a trench coat that barely fit, then he use the blanket as a cape for extra protection from the cold and so did Michael. Trevor got back to the driver seat and turn the keys on the ignition, switching the truck alive again. Michael was still outside, staring at Trevor with a face of disapproval.
"What ?" asked Trevor, "are you gonna get in or not."
"What the hell are you doing T ?" asked Michael.
"We're gonna drive there and check it out."
"Oh, so were just going to drive into an unknown civilization, which we both know nothing about, whilst naked," Michael continued, "also the one that you just crash a train into."
"AGGGHHHH....... what the fuck is wrong with you ?!" Trevor complained, "you aren't used to be like this, the complaining, the asking, what happened to the old you man ?!"
"That old me is gone T, I got two kids and a wife."
"Which you don't pay no attention to what so ever."
"That's the thing of the past, Amanda and I fixed things up."
"My God, 10 years and you turn to a sorry sack of shit," said Trevor, "well, I'm not going to stay in this godforsaken blizzard anymore, either you come with me, or you can stay here and be buried under six feet of snow."
Michael glanced at the city, and back to Trevor, he sigh.
"Well, I ain't got any choices do I?"
"That's the Michael I know !" Trevor cheered, "hop in!"
"Any plan when we got there ?"
"No," answered Trevor, "we're gonna follow where that plane going down."
Before starting their journey to the city ahead, Trevor handed Michael the Micro SMG.
"Before we go, make sure that thing is loaded," warned Trevor," also watch for mini-horses shooting laser beams."
"Seriously ?"
"LET'S GO!"
Trevor forced the accelerator pedal to kiss the floor and his red Canis Bodhi sped towards the empire.
*** *** ***
Dodge Junction, Equestria
The desert town was empty, most of it's population were tucked in for the night, and the only establishment open was the local saloon and the Sheriff's office. In a back alley, there were a total of seven cloaked ponies, three unicorn stallions, a pair of earth pony, one mare, one stallion, a pegasus mare, and the mustard coat unicorn mare. The Earth pony stallion move forward from the pack, he turn his head left and right into the main street, empty, he signaled the rest of the group to cross the street. They all sprint in silent across the deserted street and on to the city's train station.
"You," said the eldest of the unicorns, "ask if they got a ticket to the crystal empire."
One of the younger unicorn stallion move into the dark and deserted platform, he approached the ticket booth, behind it was a sleeping earth pony stallion wearing a blue uniform, the unicorn knock on the wooden exterior of the booth. It was enough to wake up the pony behind it.
"Wha' do you want ?" asked the teller behind the counter.
"Is there any ticket to the Crystal Empire ?" asked the young one.
"Sure do, but you'll have to wait 'till tomorrow, train just about the empire this time a day."
"Thank you very much," the unicorn said, then he went back to his group.
"Buckin' cultist," whispered earth pony.
The young unicorn rejoined his group, informing the elder and the rest about the train's next arrival, the spirit of their king, which reside in the body of the mustard coat mare heard this, and he was disappointed at this revelation, he wanted to meet his liberator, the ones he summon to become the key out of his prison. He took over the mare again.
"Muuuusssttt......... go.... now......." said the raspy voice again.
The mustard mare eyes glow green again, and her horn also, with black and purple, it grew brighter and brighter. There was a loud pop and a flash of green light, the other open their covered eyes to find the elder and the mare have vanished.
Trevor's truck sped across the remaining distance between the bitter cold,of the snowy wasteland, and the mysterious settlement that he decided to visit. As they got closer, it got warmer, the wind and snow stopped hammering their body with cold and the ground started to change, green grass started to dominate the soil instead of snow. The red Canis Badhi, along with its two occupant, had finally reach the gate to the Crystal Empire.
"Stop. Stop the truck !" shouted Michael.
"What ?! What is it ?!" asked Trevor.
The truck halted, nearby two tall crystals, on one of the crystal top edge, like a waving flag were clothes, their clothes,
"Trevor help me with this!" said Michael.
Trevor too exit the red pick up to aid Michael in retrieving their clothes, first let Michael sat on his shoulder, but it didn't work, then he let Michael stood on his shoulder while Michael reach for their clothes, it didn't work either. Realizing they needed a higher surface to reach their clothes, Trevor went back to his Badhi and move it closer to the towering crystal, he then climbed on top of the hood, Michael soon followed and he was given another boost to reach for their clothes, this time the plan worked.
Both men put on their respective clothing, Michael with his grey suit pants and white shirt, the only thing missing was his suit jacket, and Trevor wore his dirty sweat soaked, sand covered, plain white T-shirt along with his equally dirty pants. They enter the truck and continued their approach to the empire.
*** *** ***
The train station was now packed with ponies of all color and species, all came to either watch or help the guards on the rescue effort, but the element bearer were searching among wreck for somepony they left, well technically she got left behind. With a swift and powerful buck from Applejack, a train car door fell off its hinges.
"Fluttershy ye here ?" asked Applejack.
But there was no answer, the five mares began walking into the car, it's interior were a mess, pillows, blankets, shards of glass, and baggage strewn across the interior, but their yellow pegasus friend wasn't among them. Applejack, Rainbow , Pinkie, Rarity and Twilight began searching, flipping service carts, mattresses, and bags, still their Fluttershy is no where to be found. Another powerful buck, this time from Rainbow Dash, and another door fell open, making passage to the another wreckage, they search the inside.
"Fluttershy where are you ?" called Rainbow Dash.
Rarity lifted a sheet of blanket, and a pink tail was stuck on an overturned mattress, piled below some wooden planks and other debris, she called her friends attention, immediately they all remove the debris on top and found their butter yellow pegasus, lying and unmoving on the floor of the car with scrape and a little gash on her forehead. A gasp came Pinkie, and Rarity just fell on the floor, the remaining mares just stood and stared in disbelief, expecting the worse, that Fluttershy was gone. Twilight was first to react, she put her ear to Fluttershy's chest.
"Is she ?" said Applejack.
There was silence for a moment, until a beat reached Twilight ear.
"She's still alive girls," confirmed Twilight.
There was a sigh of relieve from all of them, seeing that Fluttershy was in need of a medical attention, Twilight called the guards that was assigned to the rescue effort to help move Fluttershy away from the site, immediately she was taken into an medical wagon, followed by her friends who took seats at the back of the wagon with her.
The Canis Badhi was now inside the Crystal Empire, traveling through it's main road at a very high speed. As the truck travel on, Michael noticed the inhabitants of the settlement that Trevor decided to visit, they were miniature horses, colorful, big headed, mini-horses or the more correct term, ponies. At first Michael was surprised to see these colorful being, smaller than the ponies he used to see when he was a kid in the Midwest, but Michael was starting to get anxious, as every pony they passed seem to turn their head toward the truck.
"Trevor. You said something about horses," said Michael.
"Yes. Those colorful, tiny, horses we pass are those horses I mentioned," Trevor said, "although I think ponies are the more correct term."
The red pick up was approaching the castle fast, as the truck approached an intersection, a white wagon with a big red cross came speeding from the left and into the path of Trevor truck, with no time to brake, and no intention to brake, the truck hit the side of the wagon, and overturned it, along with the two ponies pulling it, with the advantage of being stronger, and heavier the red truck kept going.
Despite crashing an ambulance and leaving the scene of an accident the Bodhi maintained it speed and kept heading toward the tallest structure in the vicinity. Instead of stopping, Trevor passed the structure through the street running below it, and passing a pink coated horse. Further down the street, without slowing down, Trevor approached a group of ponies moving north in an orderly fashion, but unlike the other he had seen, these ponies were clad in golden armor, some even carried spears.
"COMING THROUGH !" Trevor shouted while sounding the horn of his truck.
The sound caught the attention of the ponies in front, all of them threw themselves to the side to avoid being struck by a red carriage coming their way. After it passed, two pegasus guard from the group took to the air and chased down the carriage. Michael looked back to the scattered group of colorful ponied that his best friend almost flattened, to find two of them had taken to the air and chased the truck.
"T, we got problem ?" warned Michael.
"If it roadkill then there's no problem, they're cute, but they're stupid." Trevor answered.
"You didn't turn any of them into roadkill."
Trevor turned his head, and saw that two pegasus, clad in golden armor, were after him and Michael.
"Michael, take the wheel." commanded Trevor.
Without asking, Michael did what Trevor told. Trevor move to the bed of the Badhi, with a shotgun in hand, he took aim at one of the pegasus, and pulled the trigger. Pellets and fire came out of the mouth of the shotgun, then travelled with tremendous speed toward the pegasi guard, not all of them hit the pony, but it had done quite the damage as the pellets planted itself on the left wing of the guard, sending him back to the earth. Trevor took aim and another shot rang out, and another guard went down.
Shining Armor and the rest of his squad ran toward the injured pair, all of them were bleeding, but not deceased, one was from the wing and the other from the abdominal and forelegs, he watched in disgust and anger as the red carriage pulled away from the scene, whoever or whatever pulling it was going to pay for assaulting the guards under his command.
The strong stench of aviation fuel enveloped the whole area, fuselage, wings, engine and what remained of the jet and the cargo it carried were scattered across the area, some were on fire, some were just mangled mess, Trevor walked through the crash site hoping to find anything valuable, or anyone to tell where they are. He kept searching through the nauseating-stench-filled crash site, and stumbled upon a body, a badly burned human body, he flipped the body with his foot to look at the body's front detail. It was a bald man with a body armor, but in civilian clothing.
"Merryweather," Trevor said with a disgust in his tone, "If Merryweather is here that means....."
As his friend search the wreckage, Michael stayed with the truck in case the flying horses came back, but to him it was starting to be a bad idea since the bone chilling cold returned to punish his body again, making Michael to grip his stolen overcoat tightly and blankets around his body, this was made difficult with him having to hold a gun. There was a sound of something being dragged across the snow, Michael glanced toward the source to find Trevor pushing a green crate on the ground.
"Look what I found !" said Trevor with joy in his voice
"Whoa, that's a lot of fire power," said Michael.
"There's still more where these come from wait here while I get the rest."
Trevor ran back toward the wreckage, leaving Michael with the truck and a box of assorted weaponry. Contained in the olive green crate were weapons of all kind, shotguns, pistols, assault rifles and even grenades along with ammunition, he also noticed that some of the firearms wasn't on sale anymore in the numerous gun store around Los Santos and Blaine County. Trevor came back with another crate, this time filled with even heavier firearms, grenade launchers, a rocket launchers, machine guns, and even a minigun along with more ammunition, shortly Trevor left Michael alone once again to grab some fuel, Michael wasn't sure how Trevor would find fuel in a downed aircraft.
Michael mind drifted away into his family, he imagined, Amanda, Jimmy, and Stacey, on a beach smiling, laughing, enjoying life together
"After this I'll have to buy them that trip to Vice City," Michael thought aloud.
His thought was interrupted by the loud clopping of numerous hooves, Michael grabbed a Ruger from the first box and took cover behind the red Bodhi. Then it stopped, Michael wanted to looked at what he's up against, but the blowing snow restricted him of doing so, instead he stayed behind cover and listened.
"Spread out and move carefully," said a commanding voice
Michael laid down on the snow and peek under the truck, several feet away from him were two ponies with horn on their head, and were closing in his position, then there was the sound of something being dragged across the snow behind him, he looked behind him and signaled Trevor to be quiet and get down, unfortunately the ponies heard it too.
"Who goes there ?!" asked the pony.
Michael face was locked in shock, hearing that the equine in front of them had just move its mouth and talked.
"Identify yourself !" said the other pony.
Michael kept his vision on the two talking ponies as they made their approach toward the truck, they stopped several feet closer to the truck.
"There's something behind that box !" one of the unicorn guard shouted.
After the guards discovery, a creature stood tall on two legs from behind the crate and began attacking them,with yellow bolts of light, the sound similar to firecrackers rang through the snow and their ears. The sound made Shining and his squad of Crystal Empire Royal Guard took cover behind wreckage, rocks and snow dunes.
*** *** ***
"Headcount!" said Shining, "Chrome !"
"Here!"
"Quartz!"
"Not dead!"
"Spears!"
"Alive!"
"Sentry!"
"Present!"
"Whistle!"
"Aye!"
"Carbon!"
"My head ain't gone"
"Raid!"
There was no answer.
"Lieutenant Raid!"
The headcount didn't escape the ears of Michael and Trevor, as their attacker counted their own, Trevor was able to reach Michael's cover.
"Not only those horses fly , they also can talk T," said Michael.
"What ?" Trevor said in disbelief, "you're saying those farm animals can talk?"
"Well you see them fly, why not talk," Michael said.
"Alright, I wanna seem them talk," Trevor demanded.
"You see the one lying there ?" said Michael, pointing to a pony lying by it side several feet from their cover.
The pony let out a groan of pain, he had receive multiple wound from his attack, and was bleeding in the cold snow of the Frozen North, immobilized between his comrades and his attacker.
"What the hell was that ?" Trevor asked.
"It talked," Michael said.
"You mean that -uurrrgghhhh- was talking ?!"
"Well not technically."
Trevor then dug through the first crate he brought, he found what he was looking for, a smoke screen canister, Trevor then remove the pin and threw it away, as the canister released it's content he exited the safety of his truck and sprinted toward the bleeding pony. First there was a lack movement form the pony, then he poked it with his shotgun, and it's large beady eye opened and met Trevor's gaze.
Lieutenant Raid opened his eyes, and was met by a horrifying creature standing before him, a creature which stood tall on two legs, two limbs extended from it's upper part of it's body on either side just before the head, and unlike him it was covered in skin and little hair on it's body and head. He screamed for help, but the creature didn't move, Raid looked at the creature again, he closed his eyes expecting nothing but death.
Trevor ran back to his truck, after the pony screamed for help, he was nearly skewered by a spear landing not far from where he stood before.
"Convinced now ?" asked Michael.
"Okay they talked," Trevor said.
"We really need some explanation on this," Michael said.
"That is something I can agree on," the Canadian agreed.
The spear attack continued, unknown to Michael and Trevor more of the guards have arrived at the scene, and started bombarding the truck with arrows, spears and magic. In retaliation, Trevor threw three frag grenades, which landed close to where the ponies had been hiding and gave time for Trevor to put his stolen goods on to the trucks bed. After all guns, grenades and fuel were in the truck, Michael sprayed their attacker position with lead to bought Trevor time to start the engine of his Canis Bodhi. With the ponies ducking for cover, Michael and Trevor sped away into the distance, heading back towards the empire. Leaving a very irritated Shining Armor.
It was night time in the Crystal Empire, a time where everypony should be in their beds, at time where ponies would dwell in Luna's realm undisturbed until a new day arrives, but not this night. Most of the inhabitants of the empire were on the streets, ponies of all ages outside their beds, awaken by loud noises in the middle of their slumber.
In the middle of the empire's main road was an ambulance, now an overturned wreck resting by its side, the medical ponies pulling it lying unconscious on the street, and the patient inside lay unmoving inside, along with her five friends, with the exception of the new princess.
After getting up, Twilight looked around the confined space of the ambulance, all of her friends were unconscious, resting on the floor or rather on the wall, it was not long before she was joined with her pink friend.
"Wow weee, what a ride !" Pinkie said.
"Ugghh.... more of this we'll all end up in a hospital," Twilight complained while rubbing her horn.
Shortly after their awakening, the double doors of the ambulance was force open by a firefighter with a crowbar, liberating the ponies inside. All of them were taken out from the wreckage and checked by another pair of paramedics from a different medical wagon. Fluttershy was the last to made an exit, still unconscious, she was carried out with a stretcher and taken away by a different ambulance to presumably the hospital. The rest of the group can only watched the ambulance, carrying away their yellow pegasus from the scene, as they sat on the sidewalk with blanket over their body given by the paramedics.
"I hope Fluttershy is okay," Rarity said.
"Right now I just wish she made it to the hospital in one piece," said Twilight.
The rest agreed with Twilight's word through a collective hums through out the group, some may considered the remark to be cold, but being in an accident twice in one day justified what Twilight said. The five mares from Ponyville continued to sat on the sidewalk, told by the paramedics not to move. They watched them take care of their injured comrades. While the mares watched fire fighters and police ponies tend to their duty on the crash site. A rumbling noise came from the direction of the castle, and every pony near or on the site turn to look.
A red a carriage moved towards them under it's own power in high speed, behind it, they could see pegasus ponies from the castle guards was locked in pursuit with the said carriage.
BEEP BEEEEEEPPP
"FUCKIN" MOVE!" shouted Trevor.
The Canis Badhi didn't stop. Instead, it struck the overturned wagon in third gear. Demolishing what was left of it. Everypony working on it jumped away from the trucks path.
Following the pickup was a squadron of pegasus from the Royal Crystal Guard. A squad which was sent by Her Majesty Cadenza. Ignoring professional medical advise, Rainbow Dash joined the chase.
*** *** ***
In the bed Michael was thrashing about. Hitting boxes of weapons and ammunition Trevor driving made it possible for him to hit the other side every three seconds. Behind a squadron of pegasus had been dispatch and were still on their tail. Plus one that left a rainbow trail in its wake.
"T ! We gotta loose these ass wipes !" Michael yelled, bringing the matter to attention.
Trevor replied, "I'm trying these things are just persistent fuckers !"
Speeding on a straight road wasn't a good idea. Swerving all over it while being pursued made it even worse. But to Trevor it didn't matter. His rear view mirror showed an incoming pegasi, armed with a lance. The Canadian saw it coming to the left side of the truck. He turned to face it.
The pegasi guard and Trevor was both on the same level, and speed. Trevor greet the pony with a grunt and a hit from his pickup door. The pony lost control and loose his grip on the sky.
Continuing on, Trevor took a left hoping to loose their pursuer. The maneuver did the job of loosing their pursuer. All except one.
Michael warned his friend shouting, "We still got one left Trevor !"
"Shoot 'em !" Trevor commanded.
Michael aimed his Ruger at his pursuer. The middle aged man pull the trigger and quickly spend all of his rounds. The result was not what he expected. The cyan mare following them had reacted to the firing. Dodging the rifles firing line in swift an unpredictable movement beyond Michaels comprehension. Then he grabbed a shotgun. Aimed once more. Before he could pull the trigger, the truck made a turn. With aim misplaced and finger on the trigger, a shot was fired. Most pellets homed to nothing but air, the rest found Rainbow Dash left wing. Crippling and taking her out of the sky.
With no one chasing them. They made a run for the city limit. They got a whole city after them.
*** *** ***
At the entrance of the city, appearing from a teleportation spell were two ponies. One elderly, one was a mustard mare. With a stallion voice.
The Elder cult leader spoke to his king inside the mare, "M-my king....."
"I admire your.....attempt to free me......" hissed Sombra in Shimmer.
"It is my honor sire," said the old pony.
"You....would continue....to do so..," replied the spirit inside the mare, "by assisting them.....in the ritual...."
"Them, my lord ?" asked the cult member.
From a between buildings, came a vehicle. Trevor pickup approached both ponies, in fourth gear. The elder was terrified with the appearance of the alien vehicle. But the mare lowered her head and aura of green and purple engulfed her horn. It intensified.
Trevor screamed, "MOVE OR YOUR ROADKILL HORSES !"
Closer and closer came the truck. And her horn grew brighter. As inches separate them. Blinding light replaced the scene and the two ponies and two men disappeared from the Kings Den.