The Three Musicians given new life after the defeat of Aku, no longer influenced by his darkness. Drawn to Canterlot High and those for good and evil that sing there.
X-49: the jazz trumpet playing robot assassin, at last given a place he doesn't have to kill, a place to raise Lulu
Scaramouche: the merciless robot assassin, freed of Aku's darkness, free of any hold but his own.
DJ Stybator: Mind Controlling Martial Artist, freed from corruption now just seeking a place to play.
The clouds of the ether sparkled with the souls of the time lost The ones that had never had their chance. That Aku had taken the choice from. Through the endless expanse the drifted, One to another, till three groups had emerged, each ignorant of the other, each destined for a different place.
Some gathered to a world like their own that was being swallowed in darkness. A Darkness that was similar to what had warped their fate. Three sets of four they were, twelve souls in total. They looked into themselves and knew they could not let this lie. To the world of Remnant they went.
This is not their story
Then there was those whose souls called to one other the loudest, the ones that would have found each other had not the Darkness Kept them apart. Three sets they were, light and dark, male and female. They looked at a world in a three way battle with Enforcers, Vigilantes and Villains. Each finding two children that needed them most, that were born of the crimes of the villains and were missed by the heroes. They looked to those cursed children and entered MegaKat City.
This is not Their Story
Finally there were those that Gathered to the harmony of Equestria. Those Three that sought to sing that which was in their hearts. Freed from the darkness of Aku that long tainted their song, they wished to sing, to play, to shout to the heavens, and have the heavens respond. Musicians three they were. Guided only by their song and that which called out. The place that existed alongside Equestria, they flocked to Terra, the world of the Humane 7. Harmonizing as one, they followed the song of their Hearts and attained entry.
This is their story.
X-49 was the first out the portal, stepping to the side he marveled at the feeling of air against his skin. Smiling he rejoiced in the sun upon his brow. A wet nose pressed against his hand, looking down he beheld the being that had saved him from the despair of living. Lulu. Scratching her behind the ears as he knew she liked, he chuckled as she happily leaned into his hand. Rising he looked down and saw he wore a threadbare blue suit and pants, paired with a white shirt. Simple, worn, black shoes were upon his feet and a fedora perched on his head. Removing it he saw, that though worn it was a nice brown color, and had plenty of years left to it. A Red Jazz Bugle superimposed over a Fleur dis Lis, was upon the corner of his jacket, a similar mark showed upon his cufflinks. A green military daypack, next to his trumpet case, both bearing the same symbol, leaned against the concrete base of the portal, along with two others. He folded his arms impatiently, as the portal shimmered again.
Scaramouche was the next, he too wore a suit, but his was purple with white pinstripes, having sharp angular features, unlike the smooth corners of X's. He wore a shirt of vibrant scarlet and had a black cravat around his throat. A purple fedora claimed his head, and he bore a cane that Judging by its hollow nature, doubled as his flute. His hands were hidden underneath white gloves, the points of his fingernails visible underneath the fabric. A Flute resplendent over a black pentagram centered on his hat and, like X, also upon his cufflinks. In addition, the symbol was apparent on the lower edge of his suit jacket. A stylish, mission bag, bearing the same symbol, leaned lazily next to the military day pack alongside one other. Smiling toothily at X, chuckleing at some private joke, but before X could query him, the portal shimmered one last time.
Stepping out into Terra, Dj Stylabator wore acid washed, loose fit, jeans and had a t-shirt that proudly declared "To Be Fair, I WAS Unsupervised." Over the words was a record with a shattered hallo crowning the top. This symbol also was upon the back of the metal banded leather jacket he wore, a grey hood attached crudely with safety pins, rivets and fishing wire. Black, fingerless, weight gloves banded in dull grey metal contained his long thin hands. Circular Shades, so dark as to be reflective, concealed his eyes, a pair of black headphones framing his head. Upon his left wrist he wore what appeared to be a mini turntable, the controls of which seemed linked to his gloved hand. Looking around unimpressed, he glanced at his too compatriots and smirked.
"Heh, seems this timeline got a sense of humor! Haha!"
X quirked an eyebrow at Stylabator a moment more, then turned to Scaramouche as the younger man started laughing as well.
"Hahaha, yeah dig it Baby! We get to swing in our PRIME, yeah!"
X froze, looking down at his hand he noticed how smooth it was, how free of scars or dents. He took notice of how fit he felt. He hadn't been in this good a shape since......."Oh Crap! We're Teens aren't we?"
Lulu barked an affirmation to her owner, before running around the other two Laughing teens, happily joining in their fun. After a moment X smiled a bit himself, noticing that their seemed to be more teens their age seated at some tables he turned to his two compatriots.
"Alright, you two, we better go see the lay of the land. This is obviously a High School and Judging by those three bags and my trumpet case, it appears this is meant to be our high school." All three teen's tensed as a wealth of information pulsed through their brains. Living situations, class schedules, the layout of the grounds, information normally learned over months crammed into their minds as the timeline snapped them into place. Lulu whined worriedly as all three clutched their heads, staggered by the shift.
"Wow, Heavy stuff bros, that was most uncalled for." Scaramouche groused.
X just shook his head, "Still better than the Telepathic Info Dumps they'd give us before missions, so quit your bitching. Lets go."
"Yeah, Scat, lets go check our fellow students. Might be able to score a gig, eh?"
"I'm not really Digging the nickname Sly, but I'm hip. Let's us three bros pluss doggie dearest go and check the scene."
X shook his head, "My younger brother's guess you really can't pick family." Together the three, plus Lulu made their way over to the tables, to meet those that would either welcome them, or outcaste them. For the first time, going forth light in spirit and free of darkness.
As the Trio strolled towards the tables, Scaramouche and Sly cocked their head, listening to a sound only they could hear. X glanced at his siblings, Lulu now perched on his shoulder.
"Alright you two, what do you hear?"
Grimacing Scats paused, Sly next to him, the two younger brothers debating who to break the news to X.
"I hear a sound most uncool, X, baby, it's causing my teeth to be on edge, you dig. I mean Baby, this sound, it has to come from a chick with some kinda pipes."
"Oh, really?" Pausing, X closed his eyes, sure enough he felt a vibration echoing from the tables. Hearing a whine, he glanced at Lulu. The ever happy dog was whimpering, the sound clearly causing the peppy puppy no small amount of distress.
Looking back to his brothers he queried, "What does it sound like?"
To both his and Scats' surprise it was Dj Stybator that answered.
Letting out a gutteral snarl, he growled, "It sounds like she's screaming, no real words, just pain. Caused by being hurt by her love of others." DJ Stybator's eyes narrowed dangerously, his hand touching the controls on his wrist. "The frequinceies she is using to broadcast are above the hearing of even Scats. I however can hear it all. When I find the garbage that hurt her, I will dispose of it."
Not waiting for a reply DJ Stybator marched towards the tables, his brothers following his lead. Like a Wolf stalking prey the grey skinned DJ circled the common area. Soon though he had his target. Marching right up to a trio of individuals, a teen boy sitting on the table, while two girls flanked him the either side. Leveling his gauntlet at the boy, Stybator let loose a blast of sonic power, knocking the young man off the other side of the table. Walking forward, he strode over the table, dropping down, reaching down he lifted his quarry, on handed of the ground. Bellowing his rage, Stybator hurled the young man, then conjured another wave of sound and suspended the cretin in the air.
"You are a piece of work, do you know that?" Stybator snarled. "I've been a bad dude in my life, put preying on someone that can't tell you no is beyond anything I have ever concieved of. Telling her that you will hurt those she cares about, just to keep her under your thumb and at your side. She submitted right? That's consent, right?"
Dissmissing the sound with a gesture, Stybator watched impassively as the cretinous foulness dropped to the ground. Snorting vicously at the vile thing, the former servant of Aku turned towards the two women.
Striding over, keeping not only himself between the one that had been calling, but the table as well, he bowed and introduced himself.
"Ms. Vinyl Scratch, I am DJ Stybator, Sly to my friends. I heard you calling out and decided to answer." Turning back to it glance at the groaning bitch behind him he finished. "Because there is just some shit even I will NOT put up with.
A question spoken on the same unhearable frequencies as the scream echoed forth. Keeping his eyes on the filth on the ground he answered. "I know your name because you've been subvocally and supervocally shouting the whole situation so loud you hurt little Lulu's ears. And we can't have little Lulu's ears hurting can we?"
"Indeed, we cannot." Came the smooth baritone of his eldest brother, followed by the cheerful barking of Lulu. "I apologize for my younger brother's exuberance but he knows how I feel about Lulu here. My name is X and this adorable little girl is Lulu, she's my therapy dog. But I think that you need her more than I do at the moment."
Hearing Vinyl snuggling Lulu as the small dog struggled to give the blue and violet haired girl the appropriate amount of doggy kisses made the grim DJ grin.
"Yeah, Babe, that dog of my Eldest Bro's a fierce lover of music. Prefers the blues and Jazz, while I'm more into swing, you dig?" Scats' rolling melodic voice called out. "And you must be Octavia, Ms. Scratch seemed most concerned about your safety. You know I see that you are a cellest, my oldest brother here, stick in the mud that he is, plays a mean Jazz trumpet if I do say so myself."
A sharp british accent chastised Stybator's youngest brother, "I will thank the both of you in taking a step back! Vinyl is the closest thing I have to a sister and I wish to ascertain the truth to your statements. Vinyl Dear? C'mon honey, tell me the truth."
Hearing the beginning of Vinyl's panicked shouting again, Stybator called out, "Hey! Remember Lulu's ears! And the only way he'll ever hurt you or anyone else you care for again is over my dead body. What was done to you is wrong and I am tired of being on the wrong side of things. So, I will stay on your side, because that way I know I will never be on the wrong side again. Besides, Us DJ's Have to stick together."
"Oh, isn't that fucking adorable!"
Stylabator smirked, he was hoping this piece of filth was that kind of idiot.
As the moronic bag o'deuce unsteadily got to its feet, it continue to spout its dribbling idiocy. "You think you can just take her from me? You think there won't be repercussions? She BELONGS to me, not YOU!"
There was a rush of air and DJ Stybator crossed 4 ft of grass in an instant, burying his fist into the stomach of this vile being.
Speaking quietly and slow, but loud and clear enough to be heard by all, Sly answered, "Vinyl does not belong to you, she does not belong to me. She never belonged to anyone other then herself. Right now the only reason that I haven't torn of your finger to give as treats to Lulu is that Vinyl has asked me not to kill you. Per her request I am giving you a headstart, by the end of the day you will have transferred to a new school, then you will never come near Vinyl or any of her loved ones ever again."
Stybator stepped back, his long fingers grasping onto the human filth before him, Sly made sure this scavenger was looking him in the eye. "If I ever even think you were near her or her family then I will merely find you when Vinyl is not around." Letting the words sink into the thick skull of this slug, he shoved back and as the slug staggered, DJ Stybator snarled. Now GO!!!!!"
Tripping over his own feet, the thing that had kept Vinyl captive started running and did not stop till he was out of sight. Sly smiled, turning back to the picnic table he placed his hands in his pockets and calmly strolled over, a smile on his face and a booming Dubstep Remix in his heart.
Scaramouche smiled as he watched Vinyl and Octavia txt back and forth, the cellist looking more and more dismayed about what had been happening behind her back. Hearing a comotion behind him, Scats turned and saw three girls surrounded by 3 larger teens. They seemed to be led by a large individual that reminded Scats of a cross between a hairless ape and a malformed bulldog. The two henchman were both of similar, if smaller and slimmer, build respectively.
"Leave us be!" the orange haired leader of the girls demanded, "you gave Sunset a chance, why not us too?"
"You three are monsters, made me and the boys hurt each other," The Largest snarled, "Now it time for us to hurt you."
Feeling X's presence behind him Scats snarked. "Stay with Ms. Scratch and Ms. Melody, You dig? I got this. You play your cards right I think you may finally get a date. Finally end that dry spell of yours."
X snorted, "Hardly," he muttered to his youngest brother, "Vinyl is not exactly my type and I'm pretty sure Sly is angling to end his own dry spell."
Scaramouche snorted, "I wasn't talking about Vinyl, my brother. That Cellist has been making a few glances your way."
X sighed, but sat back down near Octavia. The well dressed girl glanced at X, then saw where Scaramouche was headed. Octavia's eyes widened and she rose, only to feel a hand rest on her arm. Looking down she saw X smiling up at her.
"It's alright, my brother knows how to handle himself. My name is Xylophone Bell, but please just call me X."
Sitting back down, Octavia smiled back, "Octavia Melody, I am sure that your brother can, but those are Rover and his boys and those girls they are harassing are The sirens. Neither group is good news."
"Oh?" X quiered, "Well, me and my brothers are not exactly strangers to trouble ourselves and Scats has always liked the bad girls," looking down for a moment, X finished, "Honestly I hoped we could avoid trouble here. Just be able to play some music, maybe find a steady gig."
"Yes, your brother, Scats was it?" Octavia asked, "He said you knew how to play 'a mean jazz trumpet.' I myself prefer the classics but Jazz is a favorite."
X chuckled, then reached for his Trumpet case, "Well I think I can find something to play, Ms. Melody, if you would like?"
Octavia's eyes sparkled as she replied, "Oh I would like that very much," leaning forward she whispered in his ear, "although my friends call me Tavi. You want to be my friend don't you?"
Smiling himself, X undid the clasp, responding as he placed the trumpet to his lips, "Oh indeed Tavi, I think we'll be the best of friends."
"Not exactly my tune but I can dance to it," he grooved, "yeah! That Ms Melody can swing!"
Strutting his way over, he saw that the boys had turned to watch the impromptu concert and had failed to notice his approach. They still stood between the girls and escape, but X's and Ms. Melody's jam session had given him a much needed distraction. Closing in as the music ceased, he took stock of those before him.
"Now that isn't the way to treat a lady. You gots to try a little Tenderness." Scaramouche snarked to the three thugs.
Rover growled at Scaramouche, easily towering over the former Assassin bot, he pushed Scaramouche back.
"You leave this to the Diamond Dogs, bitches here do bad things. Make brothers fight each other. Use bad music. They need to pay." He snarled.
"What about that Sunset chickadee I heard mention? What makes these three ladies beautiful different from her, my man?" Scaramouche questioned.
Rover cocked his head, "I no have to give reasons to you. We Diamond Dogs. We stronger, we do what we want. We want punish these girls, so these girls get punished."
Scaramouche smiled wickedly, "I so hoped I'd run into an idiot like you." he snarked.
"What you call, Rover?"
"I called you an Idiot. You deaf too?" Scaramouche teased.
Looking behind the boys to the three girls, Scaramouche called out, "Hey, Pig tails. Hold on to this for me."
Tossing the cane into the air, three sets of eyes watched it fall into the purple haired punks hand, "My name is Aria, asshole." She snarled.
"Aria the amazon, I'll remember honey. But first, how about a performance."
Snapping his fingers to a rapid rhythm Scaramouche smiled, each snap causing the Diamond Dogs to flinch. Snapping faster and faster, several objects began to vibrate until an unattended glass bottle shattered.
Ceasing his snapping, Scaramouche chuckled at the sniveling Dogs before him, "Alright, I gots the rhythm, now let's add the song. Alluring Aria, would you mind given me a beat?"
Aria's first blow shattered the small boys kneecap as Scaramouche began scratching. Each sound out of his mouth causing the Diamond Dogs to flinch and stagger back, while among them Aria swung his cane. Soon the three boys were in full retreat, the tall one carrying the smaller, Rover leading the way.
"Thank you for being such a lovely audience and once again give it up to the Lovely Aria on percussion!" Scaramouche snarked as he clapped his own hands.
Aria's eyes narrowed, but she flushed when she heard clapping and cheering from behind her.
"Woohoo, Go Aria!" a blue tinted pony tailed girl shouted, leaping into the air as she cheered the other Siren.
The older orange haired girl stepped forward, politely golf clapping, "Indeed Aria, good show. I would ask for a encore performance, but you must introduce me to your partner in this deut," Looking Scats over she smirked, "I do so love his style."
Sliding forward and slipping his hand behind the orange haired girls back, he removed his cane from Aria's grasp. Winking at both Girls, Scaramouche chuckled at their blush as he stepped back.
Giving a full on stage bow, he proclaimed, "Aria and I were never formally introduced, but I am a great admirer of her form," He complemented, earning another blush from the belligerent siren, "I would love to make all of your acquaintances, you three ladies look like you know how to swing."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," the orange haired hottie answered, "I am Adagio, the de facto leader of our little group, Aria provides the staying power, while Sonata here provides the harmony."
"A trio? While I am definitely hip to that. You got any room for a Flute man in this little group of yours?" Scaramouche teased.
"Before we let you audition, we must know your name?" Adagio purred.
Scaramouche smiled, this was what he yearned for. Three woman of dubious intent, eyeing him like wolves before a sheep.
"Forgive me for being so rude Ladies, my name is Scats Arpeggio. You are all pleased to make my acquaintance."
Three women converged upon him, Aria to his right, Sonata to his left, and Adagio in front. Smiling the women, eyed him hungrily.
"I like him Dagi, he's fun," Sonata chimed. "He just better like tacos." the blue bombshell remarked.
Scats hummed, "Nata, baby I love tacos. I think your's would be absolutely delicious." Scats flirted to Sonata's delighted squeal.
"Well he can keep a beat, I'll give him that," Aria growled, "Just have to find out if he has any staying power."
"Aria, I have staying power for days," Scats assured, "I'd have no problem keeping up."
"Well, I guess you can audition for the part of bass," Adagio allowed, "have any problems performing under me." She leered.
"I will gladly play the part of bass," Scaramouche leered back, "and although I have a wide range, I have no problems taking orders under you."
All three girls nodded, they liked this one and they had not had someone to share it quite some time. All three women grabbed Scats and began leading him away. The self proclaimed former Pied Piper of ruination turned his head."
Shouting over his shoulder the now renamed Scats Arpeggio shouted to his brothers, "I'll catch you cats later, I have an audition to prepare for and I have no plans to disappoint. Catch you guys on the flip side."
From across the courtyard X sighed, "I really shouldn't be surprised. Scats always was a player. Now he just found women how actually will play."
Octavia smiled, "And what about you X," the cellist shly glanced at the lean boy beside her, "do you happen to be a player?"
X snorted, "No lady but Lulu in my life," he sighed, "although it does look like your friend has adopted my pup."
Octavia chuckled herself when she saw that Vinyl had coaxed Lulu into her lap and was rubbing the small dog's belly, while the other brother of X fed Lulu scraps donated from the lunches of others. Smiling at how easily the two males had slipped into her and Vinyl's lives she narrowed her eyes mischievously at the older brother. He did indeed play a mean trumpet, maybe it was time to find out how else X was gifted.