Legacy

by Silva

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Alternate Universe, Dark, Comedy
Length: 738

Subparticulate wave matter (Pinkie Pie) and Lyra in SPACE!

Pinkie Pie and Lyra embark on Quest to find the other Mane six after their separation on the battle cruiser 'Equius'

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-15 22:35:23 UTC

Chapter 1

Legacy

The ship began to buckle and quiver under an unearthly force as leathery figures sprinted madly towards a stunned unicorn and a bouncing earthpony. “How did they get past Lucifer?” stammered the cloaked unicorn,

“Weeelllll—“

“Miss Pie now is not the time.”

“But Lyraaaaaa—“

“Not now!” Lyra growled as she reached into her cloak. Following suit the pink earthpony swiveled a small black sphere imbedded in her hoof controlling  a small cannon as it  rose from a compartment on the back of the fillies’ armor.

“Yippyyyy” the cannon brandishing filly cheered.Legacy

Authors note: Lucifer technically means devil but in ancient Hebrew devil translates into opposer

By: Kyle Juniper Kartora

The ship began to buckle and quiver under an unearthly force as leathery figures sprinted madly towards a stunned unicorn and a bouncing earthpony. “How did they get past Lucifer?” stammered the cloaked unicorn,

“Weeelllll—“

“Miss Pie now is not the time.”

“But Lyraaaaaa—“

“Not now!” Lyra growled as she reached into her cloak. Following suit the pink earthpony swiveled a small black sphere imbedded in her hoof controlling  a small cannon as it  rose from a compartment on the back of the fillies’ armor.

“Yippyyyy” the cannon brandishing filly cheered.

Lyras’ hoof connected to the brace of her gun, hydraulics hissed as the brace attached itself to wires running up the length of her arm to a black visor that was lowering its’ view screen over Lyras’ eyes . As the screen locked in, hundreds of red lights began marking the leathery figures skulls.

“BOOM “

A mass of streamers and party favors collided with the skull of a charging creature.

“That’s one for me Lyra, better keep up,” Pinkie said in a singsong voice

“Miss Pie! This is not a game!”

“I was just having some fun,”

“Miss pie how can you think that being chased by blood thirsty trolls is the time to have fun!?!”

“Weeellll-“

“DOHM”

Lyra opened fire on the trolls her gun emitting a burst of serrated shrapnel tearing their insides to ground chuck as it splattered across its' brethrens' leathery skin.

“DOHM”

“DOHM”

“DOHM”

Shrapnel tore through the leathery figures of the trolls at the front of the horde.

“7, 9, NO! 12, ooh you’re good.” Pinkie remarked. She then reached for a small rainbow colored box. Pinkie grasped the box in her teeth and unloaded a black sphere from the box into her cannon.

“BOOM”

Pinkies’ cannon recoiled, sending a shudder down her armored flank.

~*~

“BOOM!”

A stream of molten plasma pierced the looming fog; it collided with a sleek black cruiser smoke guttering from its engines. The blue aura surrounding the plasma revealed a desolate waste littered with stones and starved carcasses. Energy bore down upon the craft, the chaos residing inside rose accompanied by howling shrieks and the grating of claws on transteal panels.

“BOOM” A small black sphere cut through the hull of the ship like a knife through butter. A muffled cheer escaped the ship following the black sphere in its journey across the wastes.

Rain rolling off the transteel alloy

~*~

Rain danced softly across a black visor slightly quivering at the same pace as its owners.  White armor surrounded the visor, encasing the body and adorned with a white cross on its back. The once bright and untainted armor now lay in a curled up heap, dull and stained with blood. “Medic,” the cry was filled with rage, urgency and either pain or sadness the medic wasn’t quite sure. Without warning the speakers on both sides of the medics’ helmet came alive, crackling and sputtering. “Medic # 3894250,” the voice was a generic computer script monotone, probably from a small base camp set up to monitor the battle. As it spoke a digital readout was displayed to re-enforce the commands that were given. “Two tangos  are moving on your position” a mini-map materialized in the lower left corner of the visor, showing two advancing red blips, “you are also needed 0.5 Lunar meter(s), South Celestial movement. We advise moving now before you are captured or killed.” A ruffled pink tail twitched as hydraulics hissed straitening and lifting the armor and the medic that lay inside. The helmet pivoted 15 degrees to its left, revealing two heat signatures hunkering down in a shallow bunker. “eep!” the medic squeaked now seeing the tangos yellow and red figures hiding behind a jeep that had been gutted by land mine.