Friendship is Intergalactic

by Kaelzoroden

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Original Character, Adventure
Length: 7761

Turns out that a starship can run on magic just as well as deuterium. This is news to the rest of the galaxy.

I NEED SOME PREREADERS.

Four hundred years after Princess Luna's return from the moon, the Equestrian Space Program put a pony in space for the first time.
Fast forward two hundred more years, and there is an established moon colony and asteroid-mining is a quickly growing field. The first deep-space exploration vessel has just been launched, and ponykind holds its breath as the Spellship Arcanum boldly goes where nopony has gone before!

As a note: if some of the spelling looks strange, it's because we spell some words differently up here in Canada. Grey instead of gray, defence instead of defense, etc.

Published 2013-06-30 03:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-30 17:45:04 UTC

The Final Frontier

The wooden ship slid out of the shadow of the moon and caught the sun, becoming for a moment a blindingly bright spot of oak and gold across the dark colours of Equestrian space. Aboard the vessel, hooves pounded the floor of the bridge in a round of mutual applause.

"We are clear of the moon's gravitational pull, lunar slingshot successful!" Slipstream leaned back in her chair, stretching as she relaxed for the first time in the past hour and a half. She was an accomplished pilot, but she'd never served on a ship as large or as powerful as the Arcanum. It wasn't some simple little spell-skiff that could skip across astral currents like a rock across a pond, and though its engine was theoretically the strongest and most advanced ever constructed by pony kind, it was by necessity untested. After all, with a shard of Celestia's sun itself in the heart of the machine, it would go off like a bomb if it was compromised. All the math checked out and it should work fine, but they were nonetheless under strict orders to not engage until they were well outside a safe perimeter from the moon base.

That part, however, was out of Slipstream's hooves. It had been her job to make the ship dance, diving into the moon's pull just enough to accelerate it before lobbing it out into space. Whether the engine blew them all to kingdom come or not was something she'd just have to wait and see about, and until then there was, in her eyes, no point in worrying. She spun around in her chair and leaned backwards, her grey coat making her look almost like an extension of the steel-plated surface of her control console. With a confident grin, she looked to the concerned burgundy unicorn sitting in the centre of the room.

"Subroutines should keep us on course from here, Captain. We should be passing into the safe zone in about fifteen minutes." The unicorn looked only marginally less stressed after that news. She sat silent for a minute before nodding. Leaning over, she tapped a crystal on the arm of the chair.

"This is Quasar to Engineering. We have an estimated fifteen minutes before reaching testing distance, please have the main engine ready." She rolled her neck, feeling a pop. In sixteen minutes, if we're still all alive, I can relax.

"This is Engineering. We're doing some final diagnostics and calibrations, should be ready to go by then." The sand-coloured Earth pony that spoke into the crystal had a slight flanging tone to her voice, and she coughed into her foreleg as she tapped the comm crystal, closing the connection. Humming to herself, she trotted over to the thrumming pillar of metal that took up the bulk of the room. Her eyes began to glow a bright green as a hatch lifted up, glowing to match her eyes. Sticking her head inside, she double checked the alignment of the backup lenses and frowned slightly. Deciding that she could probably tweak it a bit more, she squinted at it, causing it to be enveloped in the same glow that surrounded her eyes. Just a half degree or so, that was all it needed...

"Tymbal! I need you to take a look at this!" The shout caused her to jump, clonking her head on the panel above her and extinguishing her eyes, causing the panel to then swing down and smack her again. Rubbing the back of her head, she turned to face the pony who called her.

"I was just taking some readings and..." he blinked at her. "Uh, boss? Your head okay? Your eyes are doing that thing again..." she stopped rubbing and stared at him, her formerly yellow eyes suddenly a mismatched set of blue and green. Scrunching up her face, she blinked.

" Orange and grey." Blink. "Purple and red." Blink! "Two different shades of blue." BLINK! He smiled.

"Yellow and yellow. Nailed it." She grinned at him, and with a last rub of the back of her head walked over to check his console.

"Now like I was saying, I was taking some readings, and I wasn't sure about this so I wanted you to double check it. It looks to me like even for what it is the engine is running pretty hot-" he pointed to the temperature readout, which was well into the quadruple digits. "-and I just wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a problem."

Tymbal's eyes, never quite managing to stay on the exact same shade of yellow, ran over the numbers and the neighbouring dials and readouts. After a moment she took a calm breath and stepped back, smiling.

"Inside the engine is a shard of the sun itself. The engine shell is tempered lunar steel, and that is sitting in an enormous vat of mercury to absorb the heat and burn it off as steam to power... well, the rest of the ship. The safe guidelines as to the operating heat are really not much more than highly educated guesses, so the fact that we're within ten percent of the safe zone is a pretty good sign. Fact is, we're probably going to be rewriting most of the manual on this thing as we go." Her eyes widened as she remembered to check a particularly quarrelsome set of timing belts on the second level. "Let me know if that number starts to climb or drop much, alright?" He nodded, and with a grin she turned and jumped, her insectile wings buzzing their way free of her illusion as she flew up to the second level, revealing some of her chitinous back in the process.

"This is Engineering to the Bridge, the main engine is ready for use."

Quasar could feel how tense she was, and it really wasn't helping matters. Trying to calm herself down slightly, she started running through a mental checklist. All systems green? Check. Go-ahead from the most skilled thaumatechnician in the space corps? Check. Personal endorsement from three princesses? ...Conditional check, it was Princess Sparkle that had established the safe testing distance.

Dry mouth? Check.

The lives of everypony on board hanging in the balance? Check.

Stress-induced need for a giant plate of greasy onion rings? Emphatic check. Gulping, she tapped the crystal.

"Quasar to Engineering. Unlock the the light damper controls and engage the mass amplifier and primary inertial transmitters." She watched as half the screens on Slipstream's console, formerly dark, came to life. Never had the thin sapphire sheets of a terminal looked so threatening. Making a conscious effort to keep her breathing in check, she licked her dry lips and sat up straight.

"Slipstream, take us out."

Within the pillar in Engineering, the massive tank of mercury roiled. Deep beneath the surface sat what appeared to the untrained eye to be a simple large sphere of hellishly superheated metal. In all honesty, it hardly looked like an engine at all. Inside the sphere, darkness currently reigned. The shard of the sun sat in a sea of enchantments, many of them related to the precise and exacting control and limitation of light.

As Slipstream slid her hoof across a screen, the enchantments began to shift.

The darkness inside the sphere began to abate ever so slightly, but only in a select region. As photons of light began to slip through the magical darkness, they passed through a thin field of incredibly dense magic. The field ramped the mass of the particles up by several magnitudes, resulting in them slamming against the shell of the engine with incredible force at the speed of light.

The complex web of enchantments didn't stop there, however. As each heavy photon slammed into the shell of the engine, the force of the impact was spirited away and distributed across the hull of the entire ship. With a lurch that caused the entire crew to jump slightly, the ship began to move.

As the moments ticked past, countless breaths were let out across the ship, and Quasar dared to let a cautious smile appear on her face. Slipstream glanced back over her shoulder.

"Engine seems to be doing just fine, Captain. She's got a bit more kick than I expected, but she's handling nicely!" Silence held the bridge for a few seconds, before Quasar let out a relieved breath of laughter. This set off a chain that resulted in a growing crescendo of cheering across the bridge.

Belly stuffed with more onion rings than any doctor would probably recommend, Quasar trotted back towards the bridge. Hoof-biting panic put aside for the time, she settled back into her normal, much more relaxed and optimistic attitude, managing to catch herself before she put too much spring in her step. Cheer is all well and good, but I've got to act like a proper Captain here! She thought back to the daring exploits of the space explorers in the novels she used to read- always stoic, unwavering in the face of danger and calm and collected when the difficult decisions had to be made. I bet Captain Buckard wouldn't have been that stressed over the engine test. But then, I'm not Buckard, am? the corners of her lips turned up in a smile. After all, I'm not bald.

Quasar had never really fitted her mental ideal of what a Captain was supposed to be. She couldn't cultivate the air of calm detachment that was the hallmark of Captains of space-opera, and she didn't have the rakish, lackadaisical charm of the smuggler Captains from the cheap paperbacks. To her chagrin, her normally energetic personality often caused her to be mistaken for a cheerleader while back on campus. Since joining the space program she'd made a focused effort to keep herself under check, resulting in mixed opinions and theories about her amongst the crew- ranging anywhere from multiple personalities to being a former theatre major. If she was going to be completely honest with herself, she wasn't exactly good at sticking to a single pattern of behaviour when she was trying to restrain herself. Licking the last bits of onion ring off her lips, she trotted back onto the bridge.

“Slipstream, how are we doing? Getting the hang of the engine yet?” She settled back into her chair as she skimmed the logs. “Wait, these can't be our coordinates...” She looked up, puzzled, at a beaming Slipstream. “It says we're on the other side of the moon. There is no way we could have gone around it that quickly.” Slipstream was just this side of bouncing in her chair.

“Correction Captain, there's no way any other ship could have gotten around it that quickly! And we didn't just go to the other side, either.” She paused, savouring Quasar's puzzled expression. “We went around it two and a half times. One of those was flying backwards.” Quasar's mouth opened and closed soundlessly for a few moments, trying to process how fast they would have had to be going. I only went down for a quick plate of onion rings, for pony's sake! Interrupting her lurching train of thought, her comm crystal lit up and Tymbal's voice came through.

“Engine is holding up absolutely fine under stress testing, Captain! The mercury steam is absorbing much more radiated magic than we expected it to, so we're currently burning some of the surplus off as light and heat along some of the outer strips. Mana capacitors are all full and everything is about as far into the green as it can be!

In the future, Quasar would vehemently deny that she giggled like an excited schoolfilly. Of course she hadn't been a hair's breadth away from clapping her hooves together either, and it was absurd to think otherwise. It was a few long moments before she trusted herself to speak without squeaking. Regaining some scraps of her composure, she sat straight.

"Slipstream, do we have a flight path locked in towards our first goal?"

"The anomaly? Yeah, though I think we're gonna get there way quicker than I first thought. Lemme just bring up a flight path..." Her hooves danced across the monitors, outstretched wings swiping along the touch-sensitive screens next to the ones her hooves worked at. A moment later, the large viewing pane taking up the majority of one wall shimmered, the view of space being replaced with a diagram showing an icon of their ship and a dotted line going off to a distant point. "Still don't know anything more about it than what we launched with, but we should be able to change that pretty quick. Considering how fast we were going without spatial compression, we're gonna be able to really haul flank out there when we give it everything. I lowballed the numbers when I was coming up with this flight path to start with, and considering that we actually way OVER-performed what was expected, I think we'll be able to reach it in a couple hours, tops."

Quasar couldn't help herself. She got up, one hoof raised in the air. "Engineering, bring the spatial compressors to full power! All stations, standby for densespace entry!" She let her words hang in the air for a moment, enjoying the dramatic tension of the moment.

"Slipstream, full speed ahead!"

Travelling via spatial compression was similar to walking into a "no shirt, no service" restaurant without any horseshoes, in that it completely violated the spirit of the rules, but there was not much anypony could do to stop it. Spatial compression didn't technically make things travel faster than the speed of light, it simply compacted space around the ship. The closest parallel to what was actually happening would be a sponge being squished flat before having a toy car driven over it- the toy car crosses the entire sponge in very short time, but it's not actually moving any faster from an objective standpoint.

The Arcanum was simply doing that on a grand scale, moving 0.9 repeating times the speed of light and condensing space by a factor of ten. This was substantially faster than the estimated capabilities of the engine, and after a surprisingly brief period it began to slow, nearing its destination.

Ahead of the ornate wooden vessel was an asteroid field, only dimly visible with the best telescopes from Equestria. Here though it stretched out, a floating mass of stones more vast than any ocean. Every so often an asteroid glinted, reflected light catching a vein of ore as the hulk of stone slowly rotated.

"Well Captain, this is it. Readings show the anomaly is in there somewhere." As a test drive for the Arcanum, it had been sent to explore a puzzling discovery that was too distant to learn much more about. While optical telescopes said little about the faint smudge, mana-based telescopes were able to give more detailed but cryptic readings. Initial graphs of the mana patterns had been similar to those of asteroid fields, but they also implied that there was a large object inside that swirled the passing mana in the same way that a beehive would- not pulling on it in the ways that would imply any actual use of it, just the faint distortion and turbulence resulting from swirling through a structure riddled through with holes and openings. The academic consensus was that it was likely a small planetoid composed of porous rock, possibly lava that cooled in space. The fact was though that there was no way to be sure, and as such the little anomaly had become an ideal test run for the capabilities of the ship.

"Slipstream, take us in slowly, I'd like to avoid any unnecessary collisions if possible. On that note..." Quasar tapped her crystal. "Engineering, please bring the secondary inertial transmitters and the punishment sphere online." A faint ripple, similar to a heat wave, passed over the viewing pane as the defensive inertial transmitter came online. Just like how inertia from the engine could be taken and spread over the hull for thrust, impacts on the hull could be taken and redirected to the large, heavy ball of solid metal deep in the belly of the ship. There was a limit to how much punishment it could absorb before shattering of course, but a few accidental knocks from some asteroids weren't going to scratch it up too badly.

The ship began to pick its way between the drifting stones, smaller ones plinking harmlessly off the oak exterior. The engine allowed it to move side to side as easily as forward, resulting in it moving in seemingly erratic ways as it dodged the asteroids with all the skill of a dancer in slow motion. It was several long, tense minutes before one of the ponies at the sensor banks called out.

"Captain, I think we're nearing it. The mana field is really distorted, but it should be just... around..." She wasn't the only one to lose her ability to speak for the moment, as the jaws of everyone on the bridge went slack. As a particularly large asteroid drifted slowly out from in front of the Arcanum, the anomaly was revealed.

It was easily bigger than any of the asteroids, and composed entirely of metal. Vast disks rimmed with glowing lights connected at a strange angle to a central hub, like some manner of enormous propeller mounted on an axle. It had to be at least the size of Canterlot if not larger, quietly turning in place.

After a moment of stunned silence the bridge erupted in activity, readings frantically being taken as Quasar had Engineering bring the stealth systems online. While Slipstream set their drift pattern to match that of the asteroids around them, the illusion systems sparked to life and disguised the ship as just another mass of drifting rock.

"Alright! We need to know as much as we can about this thing as fast as we possibly can! What can you tell me so far?" Quasar tapped her hoof at a brisk pace, her mind going a mile a minute. Reports started coming in, some spoken, some showing up on various displays as raw data. Apparently it didn't interact with mana any more than inert metal, was mostly hollow, and as had been immediately obvious, was completely artificial. Spectrographic readings of the mana passing out of the object indicated a large amount of living matter inside- meaning a large population within it. Quasar slumped back in her chair.

"So, first contact then. Alright then..." she rubbed her temples, too nervous to be excited, but too excited to be nervous. "Try hailing on all frequencies. I know it's a long shot with it reading as mana inert, but might as well be thorough. Take us out of stealth and approach ahead of the asteroids, we don't want them to think we're trying to be underhooved at all." The ship levelled out in relation to the object and dropped its illusions, moving forward just enough to stand out from the drifting asteroids but not far enough to be threatening. The bridge held its collective breath as hails were broadcast towards the object.

"...That's all of them Captain, there doesn't seem to be a response." Quasar stared out the viewing pane, rolling the problem around in her head. They don't use mana, so how do we communicate? If we could get their attention it would at least be progress, but how? It's not like we can lean out a window and yell, or wave flags at- Her eyes lit up. "Engineering! Vent all the energy we can spare as light off the outer strips!"

The ridges of inlaid gold and platinum along the exterior of the ship, while highly decorative, were for far more than just show. They began to glow as energy was poured into them, dimly at first but growing brighter by the second. When it seemed they couldn't get any brighter, there was a faint shockwave and the light seemed to ignite in a riotous burst of colour. No longer simply glowing, the light took on the appearance of an aurora, each strip of the ship sending off a differently coloured ray into the darkness. Blues, reds, greens and purples arced into the darkness, a drifting star of brilliant light against a backdrop of darkness and stone. The reaction from the hulking anomaly was fairly expedient. Quasar grinned as she watched a series of lights across the structure flash into different colours, the universal oranges and greens implying a level of high alert but not one of hostility. After a few moments of the extravagant lightshow, she sent the command to drop it down to a dim glow. No sense in wasting too much energy after all.

After a few tense minutes of waiting, a small and decidedly inelegant vessel soared out of an opening. It turned and set a course towards the Arcanum at a decidedly nonthreatening speed. More than enough time for Quasar to get every station with a scanner running checks on the blocky looking ship.

"Purely metal! Mostly hollow interior aside from the aft, density readings seem to imply heavy machinery making up the rear bulk!"

"No mana signature! Light and movement seems to imply some sort of heat-based rear thrust, acting like a rear-mounted propeller!"

"They're pulling up alongside! Velocity dropping, it looks like they're lining up a hatch on their ship with one of the ones on ours!"

"They are blinking lights near the hatch! It... it looks like they're trying to invite us to dock with them?"

Quasar smiled. Perhaps, just perhaps, life outside their own system shared some Equestrian sensibilities. "Open the hatch, extend the atmospheric shell over their hull and set up some planks or something! Let's meet the neighbours!"

Space Oddity

There was a moment of breath-holding suspense when the hatch opened, the alien vessel seeming to react as though trying to dodge some sort of attack. One of the pegasi crew members leaning out and waving to them seemed to alleviate some of the tension though, and within short order they had resumed their previous position. The particular hatch that they had lined up with didn't happen to be the landing hatch (the only one with a built in ramp), and as such some improvisation was needed. Fortunately, between an extendable ladder and some spare planks of wood, a decent walkway was able to be improvised. Careful modulation of the exterior gravity field buoyed the bridge up as it slid towards the other ship, eventually knocking against the opposing hatch with a dull thud.

A moment later, the other ship opened its doors and one of the occupants stepped into view, and once again the Arcanum's scanners lit up. Surprisingly little was able to be learned this time though, as the occupant was wearing some manner of metal suit over their entire body. It had four limbs though it only was standing on the back two, similar to a pony rearing up. At the current distance it was impossible to make out finer details. As it crouched to inspect the jury-rigged walkway, its legs bent in a way that made the crew grimace. Apparently finding it satisfactory, it stood back up and waved to the interior of the ship, the moving shapes within implying other beings inside. The creature took a tentative step, and the crew member manning the artificial gravity had to scramble to increase the power.

"Luna's gibbous moon it's heavy! That thing has to weigh half a ton!" As the metal creature walked forward, an impressive balancing act considering it was only using two legs, they were forced to shift the opposing gravity to match it. Too much applied overall would break the bridge around it, while not enough would cause it to sink down under it's weight. After a short period that felt much longer than it was, the creature stepped onto the Arcanum. If it was aware of the multitude of spells that immediately began washing over it, it chose not to respond to them. It was only now, when it was right in front of them, that the crew at the hatch realized just how much bigger this thing was than them- It was nearly twice their height, and monstrously broad. The fact that it was wearing what looked like a pony's weight in metal plating certainly didn't make it any less intimidating, and the pegasus who had the poor fortune of being closest to it was trying to resist the rather overwhelming urge to turn tail and run like a madmare. Fortunately, Quasar came trotting around the corner at that very moment (she most certainly had not been skipping when nopony had been watching, thank you very much, nor had she been wearing a smile so big it nearly split her face in half) and calmly dismissed her. Snapping off a salute, the Pegasus tried not to break into a gallop until she was out of sight. Looking up at the monolithic creature, Quasar stood tall and tried to look commanding- a difficult feat when the other party looked like some manner of golem.

Quasar had known better than to assume that this creature could understand her, and so she had come prepared. She wasn't much good with language spells, so with this in mind she had one of the unicorns on the bridge (she had been skeptical about the benefits of having somepony with a background in linguimancy on board, lesson learned) throw a quick enchantment on a blank crystal. It was a quick and dirty version of a universal translator spell, and while this one might be poorly put together (she was having to constantly feed it mana to keep it from running dry and burning out) that same crewmate was currently tasked with putting together some quality translator crystals. For now though, this one should handle the job just fine.

"I am Captain Quasar of the spellship Arcanum, hailing from Equestria. To whom am I speaking?"

There was a moment of tense silence, broken by the alien slowly raising its forelimbs up to its head. It seemed to do something to its neck, the motions hidden by the jutting metal of the chestplate, which caused a plume of some sort of vapour to spill forth as a seal was broken. Grabbing the metal helmet, it lifted it off, revealing a head utterly devoid of hair. The similarities to pony features were almost disturbing- it lacked a muzzle, but it had two eyes, an obvious nose, a mouth, all arranged in the same general layout as any pony might have. It smiled, wrinkles forming around its eyes, and crouched down to come level with Quasar.

"Victor Caliban, serving on the Lonely Star and of the Sons of the Horizon. How is it that you're fluent in our tongue?" Quasar opened her mouth to respond, only to be abruptly interrupted by a grating, metallic voice- a voice issuing from the newest creature stepping through the hatch. It had the same shape as Victor, but its armour looked somewhat different. It didn't look as heavy or as uniform, and almost seemed closer to metal robes than anything else.

"That should be obvious, even to one of the Sons." Reaching up, the newcomer removed their helmet as well. This head had more than a little hair on it, from grey hair that hung to his neck to a moustache that hid most of his mouth. The reason for his voice was immediately clear, as his throat looked to be as much machine as flesh. "They revealed themselves when they chose to. Clearly they would have had the means to study us for some time unobserved." He cast a wry smile at Quasar. "Heironymous Gaunt of the Machinists. I'm quite curious as to how you were able to maintain a hologram large enough to conceal your ship. Or for that matter, why your ship seems to be made out of wood." He did a very poor job of keeping the revulsion out of his voice at the last word, though to his credit he managed to keep his nose from pointing upwards.

"A-actually, we just got here no more than a half hour ago. We didn't really expect to be encountering anypony else out here, at least not this soon. I can't speak your language either, just had somepony on the bridge put a translator crystal together." She held up the crystal for them to see briefly, only to flinch back as Heironymous lifted up his arm and made it... well, do things that she was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to do. Thin metal struts peeled off of his arm, anchored near his wrist and up until now laying flat and unnoticed up his arm to his shoulder. Each was tipped with some strange device, from lenses to prongs to things she didn't have a word for. All these various things swivelled around like the legs of some giant spider to focus in on the crystal. The devices filled the hallway with a momentary cacaphony of digital screeching before whipping back to lay flat and dormant against his arm once more. He lifted his arm up, staring at his wrist for a moment, before shooting Quasar a silent and distrusting look. It was only then that Quasar realized she was cowering a little bit. She wasn't the only one that noticed, either.

"Keep your probes to yourself, gearhead. You'll have your chance to poke at machines later, after we've met them properly." Victor couldn't keep the growl out of his voice as he rounded on Heironymous. "This is first contact with a new race for god sakes, we hardly need someone like you giving them the wrong idea." His face turned into a smirk. "Don't go getting angry at them just because they can do more with their wooden ship than you could with a full Machinist lab. I saw your face when the hologram came down." Quasar watched, shying back, as the two aliens seemed to be moments away from coming to blows. After a moment of tense silence, Heironymous backed down with a grumble.

"Far be it from me to start a conflict with the Sons. Besides, I'm more interested in seeing how this boat works than engaging in pointless squabbling." Victor was clearly working to restrain himself at this point. "Now, are you going to show me around, or not?" Gulping, Quasar gave a nod.

“C-certainly. If you'll follow me, I can give you both a tour.” Turning away from them, she gave a subtle tap to her comm crystal and spoke in a hushed enough voice that the newcomers couldn't hear her. “Engineering, put some rust crystals together and gather a security detail. Our guests are heavily armoured, and I want to be able to stop them if they start something.” A quiet click-click from her crystal gave a nonvocal confirmation from Engineering of 'message received'. Forcing an amicable smile onto her face, Quasar turned to the newcomers. “Well, since it's nearby, why don't we start with the mess hall?”

Making a rust crystal was actually harder than it sounded. It needed to effectively turn nearby metal into a super-magnet for oxygen, and then dilate time a little bit. It was far easier to induce rust through a chemical mixture, but the tradeoff for ease of creation was ease of application. A rust crystal only needed to shatter near some metal for it to take effect, and it couldn't be rinsed off. That said, the precision needed for the enchantments meant that few people bothered with the crystal form.

That didn't stop Tymbal from making them in batches, however.

Being a Changeling, Tymbal was not as gifted with magic as Unicorns. She had never let her lack of raw power stop her from mastering raw theory however, as displayed by the growing stack of glowing, pockmarked rubies piling up next to her. Most unicorn thaumatechnicians would probably take near ten minutes to make a rust crystal, since the process itself was, like most enchantments, really quite inefficient- almost all enchantments required the creator to brute force the magic to some extent. Tymbal simply didn't have that option, lacking a unicorn's strength, and as such had become almost disturbingly good at paring enchantments down to their most basic form. Since her enchantments were several orders of magnitude more efficient, they were several of orders of magnitude easier to cast. This meant that instead of ten minutes to make one, it took her closer to one minute to make ten. After amassing a decent pile of the things, she pulled out an empty workbelt and stuffed the pockets.

“So to answer your question, most of the cables aren't metal at all, just a suspension of very finely ground quartz in mineral oil. We only use platinum for the high-capacity lines, since it's more conductive.” Quasar wasn't sure why, but around the time she'd started explaining some systems Heironymous had started grinding his teeth. She thought for sure he would have cracked one by now, but perhaps giant alien teeth were stronger than Pony teeth. It still concerned her, though. “Uh... Mr. Gaunt, are you alright?” He took a shuddering breath and gave her a somewhat madcap grin.

“Oh, just fine, just fine. Don't worry about me, I'm just... marvelling at your ship, and its rather thoroughly electricity-proof circuitry.” Flipping out more of his arm tools, he set them to running scans over the cables. “Not that there's anything... disgustingly wrong with using a known insulator as a medium for transmitting energy, of course...” he missed the caustic look Victor shot him. Tymbal set to work sealing the wall panel back up once Victor withdrew his tools, having started tagging along once she caught up. Being the Head of Engineering gave her a perfect cover for being there, and when it came down to it there wasn't anyone else on the ship Quasar would rather have beside her if a fight broke out- Tymbal wasn't a violent Pony by any stretch, but of all the Pony races none were as well adapted to combat as Changelings. Between their chitinous hide, fangs, flight, and horn, even an untrained Changeling was a dangerous, mobile opponent. The way that the aliens were carrying on, Quasar was a little worried that Tymbal might get put to the test.

For his part, Victor thought he was doing a fairly solid job keeping his threats to Heironymous out of sight of their hosts. He was certain that none of them had noticed him tasering the Machinist when he was trying to stealthily take a 'sample' of their wiring, and more than once he'd had to hold a magnet near Heironymous' back where he knew the man's mechanical kidneys were located, producing a pained grunt and interrupting him from whatever he was currently trying to palm from the ship. He had known the man put more value than was healthy in his machines and research, but to casually steal during first contact? Victor had nearly reached his limit with his straggly-haired companion.

“Incidentally, I'm curious about your own people.” Victor was distracted from his anger by Quasar piping up. “I mean, you're the first species we've encountered from somewhere other than our own planet. What's the world you're from like? Does everyone there wear...” she gestured at the alien's metal outfits. Victor just blinked, slightly stunned for a moment. Not an hour into first contact and these small things had managed to ask a somewhat taboo question- taboo to those who knew their history, at least. He struggled for a moment to find an answer, trying to find a way to explain that didn't cast his entire kind in an unfavourable light.

“My people... lost their homeworld a long time ago. It was a lush and beautiful place once, but industry crippled it and war later destroyed it. There's nothing left there but an asteroid belt now.” He realized as he was talking that he wasn't doing a very good job sugar-coating it. “We don't call any single world our own anymore, but we're not in danger of going extinct by any stretch. You can find us in pretty well any corner of the galaxy.” He grinned, despite himself. “I can't help but feel that we're doing this a bit out of order, I should have introduced us a bit better from the start. Anyway, the term that we once used for our kind was “Human”, but most of us have come to adopt the name that the rest of the universe uses for us:” His grin became a little bitter. “Cultists.” Quasar and Tymbal, until now listening quietly with wide eyes, shot a worried look between each other. Victor sighed.

“Cultist is the singular, at least. As a whole, we've come to be referred to as the War Cults. See, we've always been a divided people, even when we shared the same world. As we took to space and our numbers grew, it just got worse. Without national borders, we divided ourselves on other lines, ranging from the colour of our skin to our beliefs or our values or goals. I suppose that our dedication to our various causes seemed a bit intense to outsiders, since it earned us our new name.” Quasar gulped, rather glad that she had a Changeling with rust crystals next to her.

“A-and what about the 'War' part of that title?” Victor's smile became a sad one.

“There's an old saying from before we lost our homeworld- 'At the end of the day, long as there are two people left on the planet, someone is going to want someone dead.' There hasn't been a recorded period in our history where there wasn't a war going on, and it seems even destroying our homeworld couldn't break that habit. That's not to say all of us enjoy war or fighting, far from it, but there's enough that we've all been painted with the same brush. Take the faction I'm from for example, the Sons of the Horizon- we aren't a military group, really. We're explorers. We're often out at the edge of known space, and if we're armed and armoured it's because we don't know what we'll encounter, and we need to be prepared in case it's dangerous.” Feeling vaguely reassured, Quasar nodded. Tymbal was keeping a decent poker face, but it was clear she was on edge a bit herself. Clearing her throat and pulling on a smile, the Changeling stepped forward.

“Well, I suppose I can guess what the 'Machinists' are interested in then... why don't we take a tour through engineering next?” That got Heironymous grinning, at least. It still wasn't a friendly smile, but it seemed to at least be a step in the right direction. They continued on in uneasy silence for a short distance, until they stood outside the door of Tymbal's domain. The floor faintly vibrated with the hum of machinery. Tapping the door with a hoof, it slid open, revealing the pulsing heart of the ship. "Gentlealiens, welcome to Engineering!"

Victor was keeping a close eye on the horrified looking Heironymous as they walked into the chamber. The room itself was absolutely bristling with machinery, but not the kind he had ever seen the Machinist working on. Crystals featured prominently in most exposed machinery, and those that seemed free of them also appeared impossibly anachronistic- one entire wall consisted of a bank of massive iron wheels driven by pistons located higher up, like the repurposed wheels of some monolithic steam train. The huge pillar in the middle of the room, its purpose impossible to determine, had a massive timing chain running into its base from a large aperture in the ground a few feet away. Heironymous was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, seemingly incapable of speech, as he looked from the antiquated machinery to the touchscreens that they were apparently using to control most of it. The technician that Tymbal had left in charge looked up, beaming as his boss returned.

"Tymbal! Good timing, I just finished some calculations. I've come up with a new configuration for the turbine inscriptions that should let us siphon more energy out of the cooling steam on the way back to the boiler, when you get a chance I'd appreciate a second opinion on-"

He was interrupted by an enraged yell from Heironymous, who's steam was clearly NOT cooling.

"This... this is not science! This is absurd! You can't manage interstellar flight with STEAM ENGINES AND SHINY ROCKS!" Heironymous stomped forward, clearly on the warpath. Tymbal reached for her rust crystals, then winced as she realized the damage it would do to her machines. It seemed, however, that Heironymous put a touch less value in the things. Enraged, he marched up to a crystal hovering over a silver spike, scowling at the arcane inscriptions coating the surface of the gem.

"This entire joke of a ship is built on impossibility and backward concepts! There's no electricity in this entire hulk! Everything in here is polished scrap and pipe dreams, and is an insult to every natural law there is!" Rage etched across his features, he raised his fist, his arm tools whipping together to form a menacing looking spike extending past his knuckles. He lifted it to the crystal. "And I've had ENOUGH!"

It was at that exact moment that Victor's heavily armoured fist, nearly the size of a Pony's skull, crashed into the side of Heironymous's face, sending him staggering and spitting teeth.

"I've had enough of YOU, Machinist! You've sneered and poked at everything since you set foot on this ship!" As he advanced on him, Heironymous lifted his weapon with a snarl, only to double over from a shovel punch to the gut. "You're the same as the rest of your sick order, eager to tear apart whatever you don't understand with no regard for what you destroy!" He grabbed the wheezing Machinist, oily black blood staining the white beard of the man's chin. Heironymous clawed at his arm for a moment, trying to dislodge his grip from his chest, before giving up on that and bringing his arm tools into play. Bending like a spider with too many joints, spindly struts whipped forward to smack onto Victor's golem-like armour. For a split second they didn't seem to do anything, simply staying in place. It didn't last however, as the crackling of electricity and the scent of ozone poured over the combatants, Victor's face contorting as his armour was electrocuted. Heironymous chanced a malicious grin as he felt the larger man's grip weaken, only for his face to shift into surprise as his hold came back in force. The electricity hadn't stopped flowing, and the scent of burning flesh indicated that Victor wasn't protected from it. Despite that, he didn't seem to be going down. Instead of screaming in pain as lightning danced over his armour, he roared in fury and pitched Heironymous at the door they had come in through.

Heironymous could feel a few things inside him crunch when he impacted the wall, things he was pretty sure weren't meant to crunch. His breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes widened when the smouldering form of Victor stepped through the door. Despite not having received the brutal pummeling, the electricity had clearly taken its toll on his opponent. His movements were slowed and clearly pained, and he couldn't hide the grimace on his face. When it came his voice sounded wet, though Heironymous doubted that he sounded any better.

"You have one chance, Machinist. Leave. If you stay I'll tear out the machines inside you and throw you out an airlock." Heironymous had every faith that he would, too. The pain of his crippled form dulling as neural inhibitors kicked in, he pulled himself to his feet, steadying himself with a hand on the wall. Wheezing, he trudged off the way they had come.

Victor managed to wait until the Machinist was out of sight before slumping to his knees with a grunt of pain. Their would-be attacker gone, the Ponies hurried over to him, both frightened of and for him after the ordeal. He smiled at them as they gathered, chattering frantically in some lyrical other-tongue. As the adrenaline (both natural and suit-administered) began to wear off, the haze of pain from the full brunt of his injuries started to pull him down into unconsciousness, he wondered for a moment why he couldn't understand the small creatures anymore. A pity, he thought, as the darkness took him, that this should be the first they see of us.

"Victor? VICTOR? Horseapples, the translator crystal died! Quick, help me get him to the infirmary! I can't lift him alone!"

"Looks like lightning burns, extensive ones. It's full body and fairly deep, it'd be a longshot if this was a Pony, but we don't have the the time or knowledge to help him in this state. He's got a few minutes at best, I could extend that to a few hours with the ship's time-dilation, but then we couldn't move him out of here. We'd never get him back to their ship with the time he's got."

"Slipstream, get us back to Equestria as fast as you can! I'm not about to let first contact end with an Alien dying for us, and there's only one Pony who can help us!"

Author's Note

Victor was originally inspired by the thought of a jacked-up warrior version of Sir Patrick Stewart on a Warhammer 40k kick- he's grown a bit since then. The interior of Engineering might have been just the tiniest bit inspired by the giant machinery running the Götterdämmerung from Iron Sky.

Also, the first version of the fight between Victor and Heironymous culminated in Victor ACTUALLY tearing out the machines inside him and throwing him out an airlock. I clipped that since it was getting a bit more graphic than I really had in mind.

I'm a little nervous about the end to this chapter, I'm hoping that it reads the way I intended it to as a sort of montage. If it really honestly doesn't work, let me know and I'll rework it.