Last Time We Take A Cruise

by Der Lampman

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Alternate Universe
Length: 9758

Those aboard the Princess Platinum got on it for several reasons, each their own. However, an outbreak of intoxication leading to a large amount of unconscious ponies causes the cruise to turn sour quickly. Can they stop the impending disaster?

The Princess Platinum. A sleek ship, one of the most recognized in all of ponykind ever since it advanced enough to allow long - distance, high - speed aquatic travel. Halfway across the Marediterranean Sea, however, following a night of drunken merrymaking, everyone wakes to a spectacle - hundreds of intoxicated, unconscious bodies, and a warning of an impending crash; with several extra details that hint at something beyond mere drunk neglect…

Can the hungover passengers work with one another to save themselves?

Mostly based on the RP Game: Last Exit. Character tags are foreshadowing - they will show up soon enough.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-17 13:44:08 UTC

Wake - Up Call

NOTE IN ROYAL CANTERLOCK: ANYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THIS THREAD, PLEASE READ THE SECOND HALF OF THE AUTHOR'S NOTES.

The simulated sun set slowly over the faux Marediterranean horizon, shading the pristine blue waters with hues of orange and red. The sky was ablaze with dimming light as Luna's night began to rise. The Princess Platinum, a massive, elegant ship, the prime transport for anyone that mattered, a juxtaposition of the best of classical architecture and design, and of the latest technologies. It wasn't a place where ponies from all walks of life could be  - no, only the highest up were privileged to be aboard her on her regular course to the beautiful tropical paradise of Gallopagos - not the island, but the pristine world.

Lapping against the sides of the ship were the clear simulated waters of the sea, spraying lazily, spurred on by the gentle breeze that  the ones on the uppermost deck enjoyed, laying down on their recliners as the setting sun and the chilling air mixed to be the most lulling sensation possible. Sighs of contentment and soft clinking of glasses were audible among the ponies laying on the deck.

Below deck, in the large space allotted for the passengers, were a multitude of entertainment choices, truly worthy of their place aboard the grandest aquatic transport there was. There was a massive sports complex where passengers could run around and kick balls freely as they wished to amid the polished and varnished gymnasium. Fields for almost any equine sport imaginable were marked within, except for those that required spaces that simply wouldn't make sense in a ship.

On one side of the ship, inside a large division was an open space, with a set of vents and window screens. The false air from outside, as well as the unnatural light, all played upon the real grass and trees in the space. There one could lazily stroll among the flowers and frolic with the small woodland creatures such as birds, bees, prairie dogs, and more. One could also pick the fruit growing upon the apple, pear, peach and orange trees if one wanted to.

At the back was a grand ballroom, and it was here that majority of the passengers were currently located. It was a night of food and drink, where everyone, not just the ponies, shared in wine, fruit, food and in many other things. The night was one of sanguine hedonism with every single creature wrapped up in their own interests. Some were there for food, some for the music, and many others absorbed abnormal amounts of alcohol to attract attention and those of the opposite sex, possibly for companionship or for sex.

At one side of the room there was a seated griffon, sipping on his drink, observing just about everyone within sight. He seemed to be an antisocial one, but his actions said that he simply was waiting for the opportune moment to act. He sipped some more and continued observing, eventually noticing something that he took to be a cue for him to get up and get acquainted with others. He then aptly stood and walked confidently to the other side of the ballroom and introduced himself to another griffon as Rune.

A brown earth pony was seated near the wall, observing, just as the griffon was, but showing no intention of moving and mingling, or even being interested in such. On his table there were several empty glasses and two unconscious ponies that he simply couldn't be bothered with enough to move. His eyes darted back and forth, and he noticed a couple in the next table kissing furiously. In a calm voice he said, "You think you two could move this somewhere more private? It's making my wine taste bad."

The yellow pegasus and brown unicorn over at the other table abruptly broke apart. "Sorry 'bout that..." The yellow pegasus' eyes fell upon the unconscious ponies. "S'matter? Couldn't handle your drink - hic! - eh? Name's Sunshine..."

"Good to know, Sunshine, now take your kissing session elsewhere." The brown earth pony leaned back and drank some more as the yellow pegasus left with the brown unicorn, and continued his vigil. He noticed that some distance across the ballroom there was a large amount of uniformed ponies and one who was simply different - two - legged, tall, without a coat, and with something different at the end of his forelimbs. They all drank merrily and sang songs in intoxicated glee, except for one who was unsure at leaving his station.

Outside the window, Luna's moon rose. It was a good day.

Darkness. Then suddenly the light. White, searing, painful, cruel light. Like needles stabbing the eye - painful, prickly and painful. And painful, excruciatingly so. Claws struggled to keep it out as utter head - splitting pain spilled out, the free prize at the bottom of every last bottle that was consumed before passing out. The eyes were forced open, and slowly adjusted, still twitching from the pain. They darted from side to side, looking for clues as to what transpired the evening before.

A dead crowd lay on the floor, unmoving. Red liquid spilled from many mouths, creating a scene of terrible violence. The eyes refocused, and the blood was suddenly wine and the bodies were suddenly moving, breathing, alive. Tables were upturned, passengers knocked out, glasses shattered, and drinks spilled. It was a ghastly scene for a hungover mind, and the massive screen flashing on the far side of the wall only made it worse.

"STELLAR COLLISION IMMINENT. PLEASE INPUT COURSE CHANGE."

The griffon named Rune slowly got up, still struggling as gravity's hold tried to keep him glued to the floor. A bit of struggle later and his eyes were level, but his stand was still wobbly as he examined the screen alternately flashing an image of a star, and the menacing words that he'd seen a bit earlier, merely moments ago. Is - is that - does it really say - star crash? Blinking multiple times, he came to terms with his vision's accuracy. He read the message once more and uttered, "This isn't good."

A voice from behind said, rather indifferently, "You think?" Rune turned to a brown earth pony seated behind him, watching him with amusement, then looking at the message. "Like we can do anything about that... Come on, sit down and relax. Name's Lamplight."

"No, no, no, there has to be something - urk!" Rune was interrupted by his stomach suddenly acting as though it were in a quickly rotating container, and he began to sound akin to a baby in a blender. Lamplight simply watched him with little - evident amusement.

"See? I told you to sit down. It's hard enough for us to try and fix something this big hungover, and I will openly ridicule you if you think it's easier with both a hangover and a stomach planning on launching your insides out."

"Well, I do like a challenge - hrrg!"

From the side the yellow pegasus from last night stirred, her voice lightly slurred from residual alcohol, her partner for the night nowhere to be seen. "O - kay... I'm either still dreaming or we're all going to die... I hate warning signs. Hey, griffon guy, anything I can do to help?"

"If you can point me to one of the intercom terminals, I can check for - crew..." said Rune, still fighting with his stomach on whether or not his food belonged inside or outside. Sunshine nodded and walked - or rather, swayed - to a nearby terminal.

"Oh, here's one."

Rune nodded in appreciation and spoke to the other pony simply sitting and watching. "Now, you, Lamplighter, can help, or do something... Just make yourself useful." He stumbled a bit, and Sunshine, a little more balanced, asked, "You want to lean against me for support or what?"

"No, I've got the wall for support," said Rune, stumbling toward the terminal. "Any idea where the crew is?"

Lamplight leaned a bit forward. "First off, my name has no 'er' in it. Second, the crew that's proved just as useful as the rest of the unconscious ponies - they're over there, down the hall, hugging the floor."

"In case you can't tell, I'm not in the right mood right now," replied Rune, putting a claw up to his face as he walked on. "Do something useful, wake them up, or anything, just - just make yourself useful. I'm going to check the bridge."

Sunshine followed him, asking, "What can I do to help?"

The three parted ways for a bit, Rune and Sunshine wobbling to the bridge, and Lamplight walking to the hall, trying to recruit the ship's crew. He found them huddled around a corner, all fully unconscious and one practically drowning in spilled wine. Considering whether he should use force to rouse them from slumber or not, he pulled out a coin and flipped it. He smiled and leaned in close before yelling, "WAKE UP!"

The unconscious crew stirred, most notably the tall creature with two legs. He got on his feet, staggered, looked at Lamplight, then at the notice flashing away on the opposite side of the ship, and cursed under his breath. Staring at the pony staring at him, he introduced himself. "Hi there... I'm Lieutenant Colonel Kan - Zod - hic! What can I do to help?"

"For starters, you can point me to the rest of the crew. Next, you can point us to those that know how to steer this ship. After that, you can write a note that in case we do manage to get out of this mess, crew members are NOT allowed to drink on duty." Lamplight extended a hoof and propped Zod back up from his unbalanced stance.

Considering the situation, Zod thought in silence for a bit, and said, "I might be able to help with steering the - hic - ship. During my training back on Krypton I learned about - hic! - steering ships - even put some of it to use on my tours on a few warships. However, I don't think I can do it on my own... It's been a while and I am hungover."

Lamplight handed Zod a glass of water. "Here. We're going to need you in prime condition. Or would you prefer to stay dizzy?" When Zod opened his mouth to reply, Lamplight said, "No, don't answer that, that was rhetorical; even if you prefer to stay dizzy we're going to force you to shape up."

Draining the glass, Zod said, "Thanks. However, we still need to find a co - captain to aid me in steering the ship, or I might end up doing more harm than good..." Suddenly, the two became aware of a half - drunk voice from the back.

"Sir, I know a bit about the navigation instruments from my time spent on simulations back at home, but it's not really in my job description here..."

"Screw your job description. Zod, there you go, someone who can help, and Rune up the bridge says he knows a bit. If that's not enough, point me to the quarters and I'll be up there in five minutes with someone suitable." Zod pointed a finger towards the right, and Lamplight trotted away.

Zod and the new pony walked to the bridge, not out of leisure but of necessity; their hangovers making quick travel near - impossible. Zod asked, "What kind of experience do you have? I'm going to need you mostly to make sure I don't crash into anything."

"Not so much crashing, sir, but I can land a ship like this - although with severe damage, and I understand most of these controls even when I'm hammered - not that I'm drunk."

"Alright then. We're going to check up on this Rune up on the bridge. Depending on his capabilities, we might not even be needed. What's your name?"

"Just go by Tracer, sir, Guardsman Third Class." Tracer glanced at the flashing screen, and added, "I might be a bit out of the right mind, but I can tell you that we're going to be stuck in the star's gravity well if we don't fix things soon enough.

Meanwhile at the bridge, Rune was rambling, his lips having loosened out of panic. "Y'know, I happen to know a bit about astrophysics - astro means star when you go back to the etymo - ow. I'm giving myself a headache... I think there was a medical facility at deck eleven, just nearby... You think it's possible to overdose on painkillers? Hopefully not..."

Sunshine picked up what he really meant to say and headed to the nearby medical wing. "Deck eleven. Medical wing. Painkillers. Got it. Be right back," she said, flying to the lift, but finding it non - functional. "Oh, come on! Stairs it is then..." she grumbled, changing course to the stairs. She quickly procured the painkillers, took a few for good measure, and headed on back, noticing a rumble as she went. "What was that?"

Rune was back at the bridge as Sunshine returned, handing him the painkillers, which he downed quickly and in an excessive dose. "Thanks... I think I can make sense of these consoles now." As his sight focused, he examined the consoles and noticed a countdown clock, which he dismissed, not wanting even more pressure. In his scrutiny he noticed an alert on one panel. "This isn't good."

Sunshine pricked up, alert at the words. "What? What's not good?" were her words, hoping that it had nothing to do with the rumble back down at the medical wing.

"Something's gone wrong with the left and right maneuvering engines - recently. We only need one side to get back or turn away,  but obviously we can't now, and I have no idea what happened to them... I don't like that. Not one bit."

"I heard some rumbling down at deck eleven. Maybe it has something to do with that? I could go and take a look."

Rune nodded. "If something happens, scream really loud, we'll be sure to hear you," he said, rather dryly, and coming across as sarcastic. Noticing Sunshine's vacant expression, he explained, "That was my blessing by the way, please do go check it out."

"Right. If I don't make it back, please tell Celestia to use a spoon next time." Sunshine flew off to the lower decks to investigate the rumbling, when it happened again. "Hmm... I must be getting close." Going down a bit further, she found a large hole in the wall, its edges blackened with the blasts. "I guess this is where it happened." She landed, and carefully stepped inside the hole.

Zod and Tracer arrived at the deck to see Rune messing around with the consoles. "What's going on?" asked Zod.

"Left and right maneuvering engines are dead, and Sunshine's gone down to check it out," answered Rune, not even looking up at the newcomers.

"Let me take a look." Zod went to a station at the control panel, and tinkered with it for a bit. Suddenly, some of the other systems hummed back to life, indicating Zod's success. "Well... Right side engines are up. Do we need the left back up right now as well?" When Rune didn't respond, he asked again, "Uhh, Rune, is it? Right maneuvering systems are up. Left maneuvering systems seem to be broken beyond what I can handle. Should we get someone to start working on it? By the way, I'm Lieutenant Colonel Kan - Zod, and this is Tracer, Guardsman Third Class."

In acknowledgement Tracer put his head up from his section of humming machinery and gave his own status report. "Uhh... I said this before, sir, but we are dangerously close to getting inside that gravity well."

"We'll get on that the moment inertial brakes are up - you know anything about comm systems? We're going to need those up, inside the ship so we can talk to the others, and also to send out a distress signal to anyone who might be nearby."

"That's actually my station here, sir - Communications Specialist, but this was not in my job description."

"I'll quote that guy earlier - screw the job description and get to it."

"Yes sir."

It was a testament to Tracer's resourcefulness that he was only using odds and ends to work on the intercom system and still got it up and running. A few sparks singed his coat as he pulled his head out and said, "Sir, the intercom is up - anyone can contact the bridge via terminal." The second part of his report rang throughout the ship, and anyone still awake heard his notice. It didn't take long for assorted acknowledging responses to feed back into the bridge.

Zod nodded and called out to the griffon who still was staring at the main system and unmoving. "Rune! Right side engines are working, and the intercom is up, but not the main communication modules - we need someone to get to work on that."

"I could get on it. I watched my plumber install my shower, can't be that different." Rune was most serious - sounding, and everyone had to figure out whether he was serious or not. No progress was made on that until Lamplight trotted in, herding three groggy ponies.

"Zod! Your delivery has arrived - walk straight, dammit! I could hear you guys outside, don't worry, I'll check it out. And you, sir," he said, pointing at Rune, "need to work on your jokes."

Opening up the communication systems as Zod herded the crew to their respective stations, Lamplight put his head inside to inspect for damage. He emerged, choking and slightly blackened, only moments later. Tracer said, still working on what he could fix, "I have a general alert, as well as a detailed report ready. I need a full damage report - the moment that communications are back up, anyone out there who can rescue us needs to know what's the problem with our ship."

Lamplight answered the implied "what's wrong" question. "I see the problem here... It's perfectly fried. Perfectly, I say. It'll be easier to replace the whole thing than to fix it." In irritation, he kicked the console. "Anyone know where the spares for this thing are?"

To make things worse, Sunshine's voice fed into the intercom and out the speakers on the bridge with a piece of particularly distasteful news. Her voice was punctuated by coughing and choking, and even though smell did not permeate through the speaker systems one could practically smell the smoke in the air. "We got a problem - in case you couldn't tell. Part of the engine is blown into pieces, there's a fire two decks up, and deck eight is venting atmosphere in all the wrong places. I hate to say it... but this looks like sabotage."

"Really? What was your first clue? Drugged wine? The bombs - or this emitter here in the communications system?" Lamplight tossed out a small doodad from the console. It was an inconspicuous thing, although a trained eye could tell that it would fry electronics faster than an egg tossed into lava.

Zod ignored the barb for now - there would be time for that later. He also ignored the urge to ask if a certain yellow pegasus was joking with him, and instead asked, "Can you investigate on your own or would you need assistance?"

"I'd rather someone else fix this mess. I'll go find our saboteur." The message fizzled out to the sound of hooves moving away. Zod answered through the whole ship, "Remember, try to get him alive. We need information, but if he wants to die instead of surrender, we can write that off as an unavoidable loss."

Sunshine rolled her eyes at the orders which she already knew before she even received them. She responded an irate "Look, I got this, okay?" However, not long after, a well - placed explosion suddenly happened directly on top of her, sending down chunks of debris, pinning her down. She groaned loudly in pain and tried to get out but the debris proved too powerful a restraint to defeat alone.

"Those painkillers don't work... Alright, bub! What are you up to?" Her questioning was met with no response, but was heard from back at the bridge.

"Actually, there's a secondary communications unit back at the captain's quarters - I think it would do well enough for any ships within range to be able to even help, and with the way the engines look, I think it's our only hope."

Zod turned to Rune for any other diagnostics he might have. He replied flatly, "We need to keep hull integrity up, try not to die, and wait for rescue. Also, I'd recommend keeping an eye on the star - any sudden outburst of stellar activity could fry our communications even worse."

"Okay, so first things first... Lamplight, go and get that secondary system -" Zod was interrupted by the explosion some distance below that remained audible somehow. It didn't take long for Sunshine's voice to come through the perpetually activated intercom, rather weakly. She sounded as though she was in a lot of pain, and Zod immediately changed orders. "Lamplight! I need you to help Sunshine. She seems stuck. Tracer, you're going to be working by yourself for now. I'll send Lamplight back once Sunshine's fine. Someone else needs to get the secondary comm systems. Sunshine! I'm sending Lamplight to help you."

"Yeah, you do that. I'm going hunting." He rushed out of the bridge with what little he always had on him, full speed ahead to the engine bay, Tracer beside him headed to the back - up kit.

The two split paths, Lamplight heading downward, and Tracer heading straight ahead. Tracer paused when he saw orange light, and spoke into one of the numerous communications terminals. "Alright, we're going to need to pass through two decks that are on fire - try not to vent the atmosphere while we're still out!"

Back at the bridge, Rune and Zod were still working on what they could make progress on without the supplies. "Things are getting intense, don't you think?" asked Rune dryly. "Shame they get all the fun."

"I'm impressed you can call this fun," muttered Zod under his breath, directing the rest of the crew to where work needed to be done.

Sunshine was still hopelessly stuck underneath the debris, some of which was, strangely, stone. She struggled and winced more and only ended up getting more hurt. The pile of steel, ceramite and again, weirdly, stone simply shifted and tightened around her body and constricted more and more until she feared she would never get out.

Faint hoofsteps came from above, and as they grew louder and louder she yelled out to her invisible assailant. "Show yourself!" Her yells were met with laughter, and she yelled out some more. "What's so funny? Oi! Come out and show yourself!"

The steps grew louder and louder. She closed her eyes in resignation, knowing that if this saboteur went to such lengths to trap her, she wasn't going to be receiving any mercy. In her head she estimated the distance from the steps. It was shrinking more and more, the sounds growing ever louder. Soon enough they stopped mere inches away from her face, and she waited for the final blow, the last laugh. It never came; instead there was a shuffling at the pile of debris. She opened her eyes and saw the brown earth pony digging away. The weight on her body lessened until she managed to shake part of it off her. Once she was free, Lamplight stretched out a hoof.

"Come on - get up!" With a pull, he got her back on her hooves and carefully started to remove chunks of steel and out of place rock from her wings. "We're going to want you in better shape for when we hunt down that explosive junkie, and you're going to get first kick."

She grinned. "That's just what I wanted to hear. Thanks for the assist." She got to examining her injuries; aside from a bruised wing that grounded her for the immediate future, and a slight limp, she was fine. Bleeding, but fine.

"Okay, now it's personal. He's going down."

"Down? I suggest we hang him by his tail and see what happens... You see where he went?"

"I heard laughing from over there," she said, pointing to a nearby set of stairs. A quick look at the label beside it told her the saboteur's destination. "He's headed to the escape pods."

Sunshine ran after him, and Lamplight ran in a different direction, calling over his shoulder, "I'll go this way - we're going to corner him!" and pausing only to pick up some rope, some jagged rock, and wonder aloud "Why does this ship even have rocks?"

Back on the deck Rune and Zod played the roles of commander, issuing orders to the still slightly tipsy crew members, monitoring the situation with the others outside the bridge, and working unseen miracles that kept paths free of flaming debris and unwanted shrapnel.

"It's hard to believe we're doing this. If you asked me to come up with something intense yesterday, I'd never have guessed something like this." Rune sounded wistful as he pressed a few more buttons and cleared another path. Zod sighed. "I know... It reminds me of my time back at Krypton."

"Sorry to interrupt but we kind of need assistance - bomber's headed to the escape pods." Sunshine's voice cleared out as quickly as it came from the intercom. Rune's reaction was quicker - no sooner than had Sunshine spoken he was already activating the controls.

"Which deck and pod number? I can override their mechanisms, keep them stuck here."

"I don't know, can't you just shut all of them?"

"Will do." Rune went to work and Zod added, "Do not let him escape. Kill him if you have to."

Another message came from Tracer, some distance away. There was a crackling of fire audible as he spoke of his situation. "The fire at deck three blocking my way is way out of control, sir. I think you're going to have to drain the deck atmosphere out."

Rune's right claw moved elsewhere in response, attempting to fix both requests at once. It only took him a few false starts but he managed to do it, and was rewarded by Tracer announcing ten minutes later that he had acquired the backup communications units.

"Great. One thing less off our backs... Now we just have to wait for Lamplight and Sunshine to come back with the bomber."

"And fix the engines and the navigation systems and get this ship off collision course," Rune added dryly.

Sunshine's pursuit had taken her to the escape pods, a little ahead of her companion, where she saw a brown unicorn busily trying to pry a shut pod open. The moment he heard the steps, he chuckled lightly. "I'm impressed. I wouldn't have expected you to be quite so fast. Now if you could just give me a few minutes while I make my grand exit."

"No. Stop right there. You've caused enough trouble." Upon hearing the command, he simply turned and laughed. As she advanced, he held up a trigger. "Ah - ta - ta - ta! Let's not blow this thing up any bigger than it needs to be. You wouldn't dare mess with someone who rigged the bridge to explode, would you?"

"She might not, but I just might. Try me." Lamplight emerged, his hooves finally making a sound as he ended up only a few steps away from the unicorn. He didn't seem to mind being cornered and outnumbered. "I hold the lives of your friends in my hoof right now. Wouldn't want to mess with that, would we?"

Lamplight shrugged, inching a bit closer, and asked Sunshine, "How do you want to go about doing this? I got a few ideas but I'd like your suggestions first."

"Should we call his bluff?"

"It's not a bluff - here, you can press it," interjected the unicorn, shoving the trigger a bit closer into view. He was still hopelessly cornered without so much as an inch of escape route. He seemed to be planning on either a stalemate or an intimidation attempt.

"I've got a better idea... Zod said we'd want him alive for answers, but he didn't say conscious." Without the slightest hint, Lamplight leapt forward and hit the unicorn on the head with the bit of rock he picked up, promptly knocking him out, and catching the trigger before it hit the floor. "My hooves are full, here, take this." He tossed the rope to Sunshine.

"Come on, let's drag him up." He then hit up a nearby intercom terminal.

"Zod! Good news and bad news. Good news is, we're going to be dragging this guy up. We got him. Bad news is, he says there's a bomb on the bridge."

The terminal shut down in a bit of static as the two began to haul their captive upstairs.

Explosives, Treason and Plot

"How goes the test, sister?"

"I fear I may have made a mistake with this decision, Luna. I have done what I thought best under the circumstances but I still cannot remove the fear at the back of my mind. She might be an agent of chaos, or she might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, as these others with her were."

"They are in the utmost protection, are they not? You yourself have designed this test, and they will not be harmed while it is ongoing. Have you not said so yourself?"

"They are indeed safe but my concern isn't what physical harm falls upon them, but that on their minds and souls... What if I accidentally turn them into what I'm trying to prevent them from turning into?"

"You will not, sister. I have absolute faith in you."

"Faith will not be enough when lives are on the line... especially the lives of the ponies I love."

"We will find a way, sister. Trust me. Trust yourself."

Celestia and Luna were standing inside a sealed room, designed to look as though it were a void, with nothing but darkness aside from the rectangle floating in front of the two sisters. It displayed an image of the insides of a ship, and currently, there was plenty of activity in it. Luna left her sister to her devices, and as she turned her back to the alicorn watching the images, she failed to see that in the darkness she smiled sinisterly and chuckled very softly to herself.

"Wait, WHAT?" Tracer shouted in surprise, hearing the report from down below. He frantically scrambled at the controls, mashing buttons without a discernible pattern to untrained eyes, activating several controls and bringing his newly - placed communications system to life. "Any ships nearby who have received our distress call, keep distance; I repeat, keep your distance, we have a possible explosive on board."

"Good job, guardsman." Zod nodded appreciatively at Tracer's quick thinking, and then immediately spoke up to the two down below deck. "We don't know for sure if we have a bomb on board, so we need to find out as quickly as possible. Get info out of this guy ASAP. Use any means necessary."

Sunshine replied over the speaker, "Should we bring him up to the bridge? Isn't that a bit... Unsafe?"

Lamplight stretched out a hoof and caught a bit of warm shrapnel falling from the busted ceiling. "Safer than here, I guess, with all this burning metal snow." He pulled on the rope, and began towing the unconscious pony upward. "Come on, I can drag him face - first if you'd ask me to."

"No, you interrogate him there. No time to bring him up here, and that's even if you use any means you have to. Remember, you're holding the lives of many in your hands."

"First thing, you're the only guy here with these 'hands' you speak of," said Lamplight, still dragging the pony up the stairs, not too gently. "Secondly, we're going to die of either fire, or smoke, or sharp stone falling on us - again, why does this thing have stones anyway? - unless we get out of here."

"Screw it, just go and hoof it up here as quickly as you can."

"No need for that," interrupted Sunshine, helping Lamplight tow the prisoner up one deck. "We'll just take him somewhere that's not on fire." Arriving at the next floor, which wasn't a health hazard from heat or smog, she took the prisoner to the wall and shoved him against it. "Now we just wait for him to wake up. You hit him pretty hard."

"Yeah, got it." Lamplight took a seat on the wall and watched Sunshine watching the prisoner for signs of consciousness. Up above them the others were still working frantically, not only looking for traces of explosives and attempting to bring the ship back to a stable condition, but also sending out warning after warning, this time trying to push away any rescuers. They were waiting for news about the purported bomb, and as the unicorn started to stir, Sunshine wasted no time in trying to get the news out.

"So, it all ends here for you," said the unicorn, his tone calm yet betraying a small hint of his fear, the reason of which was unknown to all but him.

"Shut it. Where's the bomb?" asked Sunshine, shoving the unicorn and making him wince. She spent no time at all beating around the bush. The unicorn however had no interest in leaving the bush yet though and simply grinned that unsure grin of his and said, "You think I'll actually tell you? Your doom is sealed! Final! Just like Equestria's!"

Zod called over from the intercom. "You're going to answer our questions, or I will come down there and... well, I have a hankering for a brain pie. Care to donate?"

"Wait, wait, wait... Let me take care of this one." Lamplight stepped forward and leaned in closer to the unicorn, and his slight trembling grew the slightest bit more prominent.

"All right." Lamplight approached the unicorn. "First, I don't what the hell you're thinking, but Equestria's doom's been approaching from the very start, and we're still alive. You're not going to change that - no one's going to change that! Not you, not your boss, no one! I don't think you understand that, because if you did you would know how pointless your actions have been.

Let me ask you a question. Why did you do it? And don't give me that 'I was told to' crap. No, this 'boss' of yours has some power over you. I can see it - why are you sweating? Is it because I'm getting closer? This boss guy of yours... Let me guess, the usual? He has your family , your friends, everyone you love - in exchange for your loyalty, he'll keep them safe? And I thought my jokes were bad. Truth is - they're gone! Nothing will change that, but you can get back at that bastard that sent you here."

The unicorn trembled a bit and kept on smiling. "It doesn't matter... Equestria will fall!"

"In due time... But for now, here's what I'm proposing. Either you tell us of your free will where the bomb is, or we force it out of you. Tell us, and you're going to be protected. Force us... Well, here's an overview... The authorities are going to scour your mind with every possible spell, every existing trick until you spill the beans, and once you're burnt down you're going to die, forgotten, useless. And that's not even including what we're going to do... I myself feel in the mood for strangling you with your own insides.

Oh, and there's some further incentive," Lamplight said, bringing out the sharp rock he picked up from the engine deck. "How about you tell us right now, or I do this." Lamplight then gashed the unicorn in the stomach, making him wince. "All over your body. You're going to open up like never before, and... Well, you heard me ramble about the intestines. That wasn't a joke. So if I were you, I'd speak up while it's still possible, while I'm not drowning in your blood yet. What do you think? WHERE IS THE BOMB?"

The unicorn broke down in fear and said, shaking, "I - its o - on the b - b - b - bridge, under the floorboards! B - but you'll never b - be able to defuse it! Its a slip - space bomb, and it's taking up the whole floor!"

"When did I say defuse, exactly?" Lamplight hit the unicorn on the head, making him fall unconscious again. "Sunshine, keep him here!" he said as he rushed on upwards.

Sunshine spoke into the intercom before following suit. "We have the info, and you're not going to like it. You're all standing on the bomb."

Rune was still vigilantly standing at his self - assigned station, and his head quickly jerked up, indicating to everyone that he had news. "Something large is approaching, and a bit fast... Could be a ship..." He squinted and looked again, confirming that it was indeed their possible salvation. "Yup, it's a ship. Everyone! We have a ship!"

Zod quickly relayed the news to Tracer on the other side of the console. "Rune says we have a ship nearby. Get us in contact, and get us in contact fast! They have to know about the bomb."

"Roger that, sir... Hailing them... Now." Tracer activated a button and set the microphone in place in front of his mouth. "Incoming cruiser... This is the Princess Platinum. We're on collision course with a large star and our engines are badly damaged. We have a popsicle - AHEM - a possible bomb on board, and a saboteur in custody."

The speakers came to life again, this time relaying Sunshine's tired voice. "We have the info, and you're not going to like it. You're all standing on the bomb."

"Make it good news next time you call, please," Rune replied, getting somewhat panicked again.

"All of us... Everyone! Check under the floor! The bomb's below it!"

Lamplight burst into the room. "No time for that! Way I see it, we have two options. Option number one: we get an expert up here, and have him cut the bomb in places where it matters, but unless you have a spare expert around here somewhere, I don't think we can do that. Option two - and this is my personal preference - we tie up that unicorn, leave him here, run to the pods, and escape while someone plays rock music in the background. Oh, and Rune, try to tell the other ship to get anything that can pull this bridge off the ship - preferably a tractor beam - ready."

Rune turned around quickly. "Do you even have any idea how much this ship cost?"

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" asked Lamplight in return, raising an eyebrow. "Look, I'm all for saving this ship but there's no point dying for something that wasn't even alive to begin with. Unless you have any better ideas, I'm heading off to the pods and you can enjoy your wasted martyrdom."

"We help save this ship. and we become heroes!"

"We die unknown heroes or live unknown villains, and there's really no difference between them."

"Slow down, guys, no need to decapitate the dying ship. I've got a solution." Sunshine's voice interrupted the slowly escalating argument and cut it off early. Zod replied in the silence, "Walk us through it then. Get up here."

It took a bit of time for Sunshine to appear at the bridge, by which point everyone was extremely tense and doing their own things with an air of panic. Rune was mashing buttons with more than necessary force, Tracer was in a trance - like state of forced calm, Zod was sweating somewhat, and Lamplight was observing the floor, poking it in various places.

"Okay, here's how it works," she said, not breaking stride towards the command controls as she pushed the unconscious prisoner she dragged up to the side. "Based on what I remember, slipspace bombs utilize the same technology as slipspace faster - than - light travel. The difference is that it only sends half of its target to a new place, so the poor target is ripped, usually in half."

"That's reassuring. At least half of us will survive if we stand on opposite ends of this deck then," said Lamplight dryly, still inspecting the floor and picking up a splinter, putting it under intense scrutiny.

"That aside, this ship does have slipspace engines, and those are always independent of the normal engines. We can activate it at the same time as the bomb, but with only half the functional area, and only after linking it to the bomb. That way, it acts like a normal jump... Problem is, I'm not sure how to link the two."

"I can help with that," said Tracer. "I know how to link them... It's standard for our training." He went to work, and began to direct everyone else to their proper places and actions. The star grew slightly bigger with every minute that passed, and by the time that work was finished, they were speeding more towards it and they could feel the heat suffuse through the walls even more.

"All right, everyone, we don't know where this will spit us out...." Sunshine held in one hoof the detonator, acquired from the sleeping bomber, and one hoof on the button to activate the jump drive.

"Just you know... If we're going to die... I wish i'd dragged that unicorn on his face." Lamplight tensed up, preparing for the leap of faith.

"Go right ahead," answered Zod, laughing. "Kill the maniac. He deserves it." Holding in his chuckling, he said to everyone else, "Well, it was nice knowing you all. I hope we end up somewhere that we can be found... If not, I can't think of any better ponies to starve to death with."

"I'm touched," said Rune in a bit more tone than was normal based on how he spoke the past few hours.

"Well... Let's do this. Sunshine, go on."

"Wait," said Tracer. He breathed deeply, inhaling the possibilities up ahead, and opened up the ship - to - ship channel for his final broadcast. "All ships in the vicinity of the Princess Platinum, please steer clear of the slip... And always remember to bring something to play with at all times... It might not save your life if there's a bomb on board but it does make it more fun." He chuckled at his last message, as he attempted to lighten the sinking feeling in his heart that was telling him he might not see tomorrow. "You have been listening to Guardsman Tracer, speaking for the inebriated crew of this ship... Princess Platinum, signing off. Good day, and good luck. " He killed the communications systems after his sign off and salute, and nodded to Sunshine.

"We're going in 3... 2... 1..." She pressed both, and the star, the approaching ship, and the darkness from the windows stretched out, speeding past them.

Then everything was black.

The windows blurred with streaks of white, red, blue, and orange light from suns and stars passed by incredibly fast, made possible only by the extreme advancements in arcane technology made by pony civilization. Unicorn magic combined with earth pony innovation and Pegasus atmospheric and aerodynamic knowledge to make faster - than - light travel, accessible to all. The finest vessels in all the world, these ships were, and the foremost among them was now burning through the void, struggling to hold on.

The battered bridge bore bloodied but unbowed burned - out bodies breathing blearily. All of them were exhausted and drained by the hectic and uncalled - for wake - up call they'd just received. The ship's shaking and noise wasn't helping either, but what made the situation look so bleak was the fact that debris streamed past their windows as well.

"All right, I'm tired of watching the ship fall apart. I'm going to the mess hall for some food, and then kick the prisoner." Sunshine stood up and began to walk to the stairwell, and heading towards the fourteenth deck, where they stored the prisoner earlier during the beginning of the jump. It wasn't far - in fact, it was only a two - minute walk away. "Anyone coming with me?"

"Count me in. I did say you get first kick, right?" said Lamplight, following Sunshine.

"Yeah, you did. Oh, dear Luna, what I wouldn't give for a drink right now..."

"Any way I can convince you to give me the first hit rights? Like, say, a drink"

"Hmmm.... Nope, I'll get one myself."

"Shame."

On the other side of the room Zod was speaking with Rune about the possibilities of their travels under the Random Number God's will. "I swear, if we land somewhere full of hostiles, I'll be so pissed..."

"Considering everything that's happened, I wouldn't be surprised," said Rune, although it was clear that he didn't approve of the notion at all. The two looked grim and resigned as they considered the likelihood of landing somewhere full of enemies.

Zod noticed the two get up and briefly heard the words "mess hall" and "kick the prisoner" and got up himself. "Wait for me. I'm coming with you guys, and that prisoner's going to learn how hard a Kryptonian can hit. Rune, you coming along?"

"No, I have to go somewhere else first," he said, a little flushed, as he ran off somewhere else as his body remembered the stress he'd been under.

"Oh well. Tracer, you coming?" asked Zod, on his way to the mess hall.

"In a bit, sir... I have to make sure the ship won't fall apart while we eat first."

"Suit yourself." Zod left and made his way to the hall. There was nothing in the path there that was worth noticing - nothing at all. Naturally, he thought nothing of it as his mind was on food. He arrived at the dining area where Sunshine and Lamplight were already seated at one table. Sunshine was eating fried hay very rapidly, causing Lamplight to say in a mix of amusement and alarm, "Slow down, girl - you don't want to choke, do you?"

Lamplight heard footsteps and looked up. Seeing Zod approaching them, he asked, "Zod, you getting anything?"

There were no staff anywhere in sight, and the fresh food was unguarded, so Zod simply pulled out a cheeseburger made with synthetic meat and a bottle of alcohol. Sitting down and leaning back far on a chair at the same table as the two, he said, "Yeah. These 'cheeseburgers' are excellent." He snapped his neck to both sides and added, "When this whole thing's over, first thing I'll do is take off this damn armor... Oh am I ready for some sleep."

"Nah, not me... First thing I'll do is hit Cloud Kicker. She said this thing would be a fun romantic experience. She is so wrong." She finished off her fries and set to work on her sandwiches.

"At least you met some cool people... Right?" asked Zod.

"Yeah... Rune and Lamplight are awesome. Oh, I guess you are too, in your own way." Sunshine nudged Zod playfully, teasing him.

At that moment a loud belching rang from upstairs as Rune finally stopped swallowing the stress in his throat, and let it out in the form of an acrid mess that thankfully was not acidic enough to eat through the bathroom and drip down to the dining area below.

"I think one of you guys should check up on Rune - either he's transforming into some sort of monster, or he's throwing up so much that I can hear him from here," said Lamplight, taking a drink from his glass with an air of indifference.

Zod considered for a bit. He looked up, then back down at his burger. Shrugging, he said, "Eh, he'll live." He took several more bites of synthetic meat and then replied to Sunshine, with a rather considerable delay. "I'm hurt... What about Tracer?"

"I don't know him that well," she said, shrugging. "I can hardly remember who I kissed while I was drunk. I do know I kissed someone though."

Tracer chose that exact moment to show up, shouting down the hall, "Everypony, save some food for me!" At his side was Rune, still wobbling a bit in his stride. He appeared to have no interest in the food, and instead rushed on down to take a seat and stop the ship from spinning around his head.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." Lamplight turned quickly and tossed a sandwich aimed at the face of the new arrival, who deftly caught it and began to munch. Consuming the entire sandwich like a pony possessed with savagery, Tracer wiped his mouth and asked, "Where's the beer?" unwilling to undergo the consequences of sobering up.

"We just witnessed first - hoof the effects of beer on interstellar travel. I'd recommend you not try it again, but if you must, it's up there," answered Lamplight, pointing up behind his back.

"Thanks." Tracer went to the beer so fast it appeared as though he teleported, and upon procuring his poison of choice he sat down and drank it.

Sunshine and Zod were already headed towards another deck. Noticing that Lamplight was still seated, Zod turned around and asked, "You're not going to come and take a kick at this traitor? Sunshine and I are."

"Didn't realize it was that time already... Wait up, I'm coming." Lamplight stood and followed the two.

"Count me in. Nopony tries to kill us and gets away with it... Beer can wait." Tracer got up as well and followed suit. Rune did the same but none noticed him follow since he was silent.

"Oh, back so soon?" The unicorn managed to shore up some confidence while he was stowed away elsewhere, staring defiantly into Sunshine's eyes, oblivious to the fact that she wasn't alone, but signs were still there betraying his fear. Those signs were hidden beneath eyes discolored.

Sunshine simply responded with a glare of her own, and if looks could kill the two would have died at the staring match already. "Why did you do it?"

"The boss told me to," was his grinning answer, which was then met with a hoof to the face.

"Never start with the head... They go numb," Lamplight said from the corner of the room, watching, the others beside him as well. The unicorn visibly shivered at the sight of everyone staring at him.

"Oh sorry," said Sunshine, kicking the unicorn in another place that the sun normally doesn't shine upon. He recoiled in pain from the kick. His assailant smiled. "There. Much better."

"Hah. Much better, yes. Who's next? I'd like to go last."

Tracer said dismissively, "He's just a lackey then... Not worth it."

"Lackey or not, he deserves a royal beating. You want to go next?"

Zod answered by standing up and giving a kick of his own, much more powerful than the one before it. "You will answer our questions, or I am going to use my vision to fry your brain. Trust me, it's not pleasant." The unicorn practically cowered and began to whimper a bit before biting back his lip.

Tracer followed up with a sharp hit of his own, slamming the prisoner against the wall. "So who is this boss, and why did he want to destroy the ship?"

"I don't want to be the bad guy here, but he didn't want to kill us specifically," said Rune, still just watching, obviously repulsed to some extent.

"Yes, he just wanted to kill everyone in the ship. You're not helping his case," quipped back Lamplight, also watching at the side.

"The guy knows he's beat, no need to rub it in. Remember, if you escape, I was against this," Rune told the prisoner. He walked away from the scene and headed back up to the bridge.

"Only way he's going to escape is if he walks out a corpse."

When the unicorn didn't answer after a few minutes, despite being well enough to toss out a few insults, Zod kicked him again, fracturing three ribs. "Well, let's see who he wanted to kill specifically. Why did you bomb this ship?"

"I'm not... telling..." The unicorn coughed up blood and began to tremble uncontrollably in pain. Whatever was making him confident, it wasn't holding on that well.

"Well, we gave you a chance," said Sunshine, sighing in exasperation. "Who wants to finish this?"

"I will. It will be the most painful five seconds of his life, as well as his last." Zod stood up, ready to kill.

"Wait... How do you plan to do it? I have a few particularly... messy ideas." Lamplight grinned at the unicorn, who shook at remembering the conversation, his eyes back to their normal color.

"I plan on using my heat vision to melt his head and possibly implode it."

The unicorn ignored the discussion as best he could and said another of his scripted lines, in that flickering gaze of his switching from hue to hue. "The plan is far from ruined..."

Tracer teased the unicorn in reply, sarcastically pretending to cower in fear and saying, "Watch out, we've got a badass here."

"He's not the badass," spat Sunshine in contempt. "He just works for one. Sooner or later we'll meet this boss of his."

The ship lurched and a greater amount of it dislodged itself and flew past the windows, now showing a massive area tinged with blue. It was water, although wherever it was that the ship had arrived, there was soon to be a massive foreign vessel on it. The skies were darkening - it was night.

"We're coming out of slipspace." Sunshine headed up to the bridge upon confirming that the lurch indicated arrival.

"You want the honor of killing him? If we're finally coming out of slipspace, I'm going up to the bridge to whatever's on the other side."

"I'd like that but first... He and I are going to have a little chat. Isn't that right?" he asked the prisoner, nudging him and getting his hoof moist from the cold sweats breaking out of his nervous hide.

"All right, he's all yours. Tracer, come with me, we're going up and seeing what we've gotten ourselves into. Lamplight, make sure he suffers for me."

"Yes sir," said Tracer, falling behind Zod. The two headed up, leaving Lamplight alone with the prisoner. Once the room was empty aside from the two of them, he walked to the intercom and turned it up, and the whole ship could hear the prisoner's sobbing as he became himself. He slowly dragged the unicorn to the middle of the room and circled around him.

"Now... I told you some things already earlier... I'm perfectly sure you remember them, from the way you're trembling. Here's the deal. You're not leaving this place alive anymore, obviously, unless you resurrect yourself somehow. But there is a catch - you can get your ticket to your grave quickly or slowly, depending on how you cooperate.

Naturally, we're not interested in you per se, just those that you know. Which means there's a chance I might get merciful today - a low chance, but a chance nonetheless. That chance gets lower and lower the more you make me wait, so I'll ask one last time... Who do you work for?"

The prisoner's eyes briefly lost color and his voice became a monotone - much more so than his previous voice which was still that of a pony. "I can't keep up this game anymore. He and she have joined forces to overtake Equestria after previous failures. I do this because we are their children. We have woven our way into their ways, completely hidden and trusted. In fact, I had the most wonderful time on this ship. I must say, the highlight of which was a glorious kiss I shared with a certain mare. Now then, I must go. My brethren need me to die."

"That can be arranged, but you haven't answered my question," said Lamplight as the prisoner turned back to his frightened self. "Who do you work for?"

"I don't know! I swear, I don't know anything! Have mercy on me! That wasn't me you were talking to!"

"We'll see..." Lamplight brought out a coin and showed it to the prisoner. "Heads, I show no mercy. Tails, you live." The unicorn began to plead some more, his courage having gone with whatever put it in him in the first place. "I really don't know anything! Have mercy!"

"You really don't know anything, do you? It seems you deserve enough mercy for me to flip the coin..."

Up the coin went and back down it landed on Lamplight's hoof. He gave it a glance and smiled. "No mercy... Not tonight." Lamplight drove the sharp rock into the prisoner's stomach, slowly ripping him open and bleeding him dry. The intestines he pulled out and entwined around their owner's neck. The sounds of him choking to death were broadcast throughout the ship, but neither of the two cared about the others listening in.

Lamplight leaned in as the unicorn gasped his last breaths. "One last thing... Dead tongues still speak. You just need to know the language. We'll get the information out of you some way or the other."

He turned his back on the dead pony strangled by his own body, and walked up to the bridge.