The Awakening, Part 2

Division 48 – The awakening, Part 2

And then the ignorant heretics saw the power of the First Ones, the holy flames of the Colossus devouring their unclean souls, purifying them with bright light and warmth. Because nopony can stand against the avatars of the true Gods, against their mighty creations, nopony can comprehend their abilities! And you shall know their name and feel their wrath when the Achilles judges you and the Colossus takes your soul into eternal void. You shall know they are the First Ones, you shall know they will reclaim what was stolen from them and with that knowledge they will give you 2 choices. Give yourself to the judgment or burn!

The Truth, Banned by the royal order, Unknown Author

Entropy cannon – Technical information:

Device Full Name: Entropy Rip Effect Cannon
Short name: Entropy Cannon
Division 48 Prototype ID: 100002/D68
Year of production: 2092
Purpose: WMD, Mounted on UEF Colossus type Vehicles
Security: Full authorization for usage needed
Targeting chip: Black Cloud Corp X1
Effective firing range – 20 000 km
Range of impact – 1 m2 – 100 km2

Entropy Cannon is a weapon of mass destruction based on singularity rip effect discovered in 2091. It creates a singularity in its inner barrel through exotic particle stimulation. The singularity is than overloaded through the constant bombardment of particles. The resulting radiation and energy travels through the particle compressor under the ion cascade. Kavrovicz Focus Filter focuses, amplifies and holds the energy. After a proper built up of the energy and radiation, both may be immediately released through the gate. Because of the chaotic nature of singularity based weapons, the target is affected by the collapse effect for only 5 seconds. Those however are more than enough to completely disintegrate the target. The upside of the weapon is ability to fully control the amount of radiation and exotic energy built up, resulting in a full range of impact control and extreme effective range. The downside is that the weapon can be fired only once every 10 hours. The reason for that is a need of singularity stabilization after the stimulation in order to stimulate it again, without destroying the weapon in the process.

Location: Equestria, Canterlot area, previously known as North America, Washington D. C., Calmleaves Mental Asylum, Level -3, Criminal insanity floor.

The room was barely lit, weird markings all over the walls, they looked as if carved by something sharp and hard. Horrifying pictures of headless bodies, gore, blood and mass murder. The room was paved with some soft and puffy material. Years of usage however made the cushion-like walls dirty and flat. It was possible to carve something into them, words and images. The current resident of the room did just that. He had to, they were observing him all the time and told him to do that. He didn’t like them much, but there was no choice. Either carve the walls or carve your pathetic self. Oh he carved himself too, too deep sometimes. The pain made the world real again, no more fire, no more dead living bodies, no more seeing the future. He knew it was the future, inevitable at that. They will be back, they have to. It is their home in the end; you can’t just borrow something without asking and hope that the owner won’t see. Oh no, you can delay as much as you want, but eventually the owner will realize and come back for what is his. They will do just that, take back what’s theirs and while on it cause a little genocide too, because hey, why the hell not? He smiled, smiled too much. The muscles on his face tearing themselves apart yet again. Warm blood coming down his pale cheeks, recently healed wounds on his face reopening again. Pain… again, sweet, sweet pain. The darkness in the room made it almost impossible to see one’s own hooves. Hooves… funny word… Hoooooves… They are nice, hard and heavy, just like a maul. He remembers the time when he first used them as a maul. It was a real surprise how someones face could collapse like that because he stomped on it 3 or 4 times… That colorful and cheerful face, cheerful and ignorant face. Gosh! He was staring at something yet again. How long did it take this time? He had no idea…

Meanwhile 3 storeys above a very calm unicorn was looking at a photo lying on his work desk. His cutie mark a book with a red cross on it. His coat in a color of dark yellow, while his mane was black. He was wearing a white doctors clothing. The picture he was looking at was of a smiling earth pony. Smiling in a very unnatural and disturbing fashion… The smile was way too wide, the face muscles unable to hold it, causing the skin to break in a few places, which were bleeding. How was it possible to make oneself smile like that was a mystery. Coat of the pony was in a color of dirty white, with few red stains on his side. His mane dirty, covered in some unidentified filth. His tail… surgically cut near the base. Hooves neglected, covered in something red that dried a while ago. One of his ears was missing, only small parts of it still visible. It looked as if ripped off by something. Behind the pony on the ground something was lying. An unidentified mass of red and white. The doctor knew exactly what it was, but was somehow afraid to admit it. The pony was by all means a bare flank. He had no cutie mark, but his appearance was that of an adult. The room the pony was standing in was made of old wood. Furniture scattered over as if a tornado raged through the room. The doctor shook his head with resignation; the whole image looked as if taken in another reality, another horrible macabre filled world. On the other side of the photo a small note was glued, “Evidence 1” written on it. He put the photo down and placed it back in a case file titled “Canterlot Royal Guard, Case 14, Brutal Murder”. The unicorns horn then shone in a bright yellow color. He casted a memorization spell that showed in his mind any previously recorded image or sound. He closed his eyes and then, Just like a movie would, a desired image or sound was played in his mind:

“I… I can see them… I can see the bodies… No, it cannot be true! I scream, I weep, but I know it is reality, reality that is about to happen. So many dead… So much pain and suffering… Their rage, it’s endless… I see now, it was taken from them! She was taken from them! Their home… Earth… We are the invaders, we took it and now it’s time to pay! PAY FOR WHAT WE TOOK! PAY WITH OUR BLOOD AND LIVES!”

He opened his eyes, a minute after some intensive thoughts he levitated a notebook from the shelf behind him, placed it on the desk, opened it and proceeded to write:

Journal entry 180
Doctor Clear Mind, Patient 48:
Severe case of schizophrenia and mental shutdown, criminal insanity. Genius level intelligence. Recommended therapy – magical shock.

He then closed his notebook.

Location: Equestria, previously known as Earth, Forbidden grounds, previously known as Western Europe

The whistle of icy winds suddenly gave away when a much louder noise echoed though the icy wasteland. The sound of something old and heavy being moved, sound of metal scratching metal. A green light shone above the heavy airlock doors of the black cube considered to be a historic curiosity by the ponies. Titanium alloy locks disengaging one by one. The circle in the middle of the door turned around to the left, as after such a long time the building was opening to the outside world. The heavy airlock door rising with much hardship, showing the darkness of the base 94 insides. One last sound echoed through the wasteland, a mechanical, artificial male voice coming from the Base 94 insides:

“Colossus Online…”