W40K: The Fringe Fighter

Delicious sprinted toward the hanger bay. The Forever Fire was being torn apart by repeated ork volleys. He had tasked it with, as soon as he and his group were away, to retreat to the edge of the system, and wait for his signal.

Just as a good chunk of debris almost flattened our Rogue Trader, he lept into the hanger. There was the Thunderhawk, ready to go, the rest of his group already aboard.

He sprinted in, and Redneck gunned the engines, the doors closing mere seconds before they hit vacuum. The gunship blasted into the void, desperately dodging enemy fire.

Delicious looked around at his friends armaments, to see what they had managed to grab. He himself had his bolt pistol, Staff of Light, and his carapace armor.

Mane Fire was best armed, as usual. He had his las-carbine, combat shotgun, a trio of frag grenades, krak grenade, demolition charge, a trio of auto-pistols, and, finally, a hoof cannon. He was wearing his usual flak suit.

Third eye simply had a long robe and walking stick with the Holy Aquila upon its top, along with a single dueling las-pistol.

Antimatter had several items of importance, but the only things of use was his servo-arm, long red robe, and Plasma pistol.

Norse was armed with his long-las, a customized, rapid-fire hoof cannon, a plasma grenade, his combat knife, and a single long-range vox backpack, capable of reaching the ship at the edge of the system, and a gray suit.

Redneck simply had a Las Pistol and Stun Grenade, along with her flight suit.

All in all; hopefully enough to last them through a planets worth in orks and whatever the mysterious magic source was on the ground.

The ship shook as it entered atmosphere, still begin hit by the occasional lucky ork shot.

Finally, the ship shuddered to a halt, touching down. Delicious took a deep breath.

Redneck began the best briefing she could muster: "Alright, I touched us down four kilometers south of the position of the energy source. Lets get to it before those orks do!"

The group charged out of the Thunderhawk, and found they were expected. A trio of Orks were waiting for them.

Orks are very similar to boars: Tusked, big, mean, and pig-like. They had red eyes and green skin, normally tattooed and sometimes cybernetic. On their backs were saddles with pistols and swords, or other weapons.

The orks shouted war cries of 'WAAAGH', before running up to do what they did best: chop ponies up.

They were stopped by Delicious and Norse, smiling, with their close combat weapons drawn.

The first Ork had his head lopped off by the Staff of Light. The second was stabbed several times in the heart by Norse's knife. The third was silenced by a las-carbine shot in-between the eyes from Mane Fire

The group looked at each other, then called Redneck out, and left the Thunderhawk where it was. Hopefully the Orks won't find it and loot it.

They walked quickly through the ruins, but the orks around seemed to be distracted, saying that "Da great weirdboy'z come! We'z doomed!"

Could it be possible that this great unknown being is an ork? Delicious pushed on, when they reached the edge of a gargantuan looted manufactorium. Ork glyphs decorated it, and greasy black smoke poured from dozens of smokestacks. As they came upon it, a massive explosion tore a chunk of the colossal structure apart.

The group looked silently at each other. That had to be what they were looking for.

They booked it into the manufactorium, to only find panicked orks, running away.

Delicious blinked. Orks. Running Away. Those words, in every way shape or form, did not fit. Delicious felt a shiver travel down his spine. Whatever was up ahead had to be scarier then a chaos demon to make orks run.

They ran sprinted the corridors, running into more and more scared orks.

Finally, they came upon the central area of the manufactorium, where hundreds of vehicles of ork manufacture were under construction.

There, at the edge of the balcony they were on overlooking this huge area, was a pony they'd seen only in statues and church mosaics. They'd only seen this pony in the oldest texts, in the oldest histories.

Her eyes glowed white as obscene amounts of magic coursed through her body. Upon her head was a great crown, and both a horn and wings sprouted from her body. Her purple fur matched her multi-colored purple mane.

Thrid Eye was blasted down, the energy too much for his psychicly attuned mind to handle.

The rest of the squad, even Delicious, high noble prince of the apple family, bowed low for the being in front of him.

Princess Twilight Sparkle, she who controlled the time between the other domains. She who was lost before the Great Heresy, and who has been thought dead for four-hundred-hundred years.