Saphrim goes to Equestria

You blearily rub your eyes, hoping that nothing shall disturb you as you lean back in your comfy padded chair. Your eyes slowly close, sleep about to take you away from the waking world. So close, your brain slows down to a crawl. Your just about to lose consciousness...

“Hey, Saphrim, what up?”

You jolt awake, swinging your fists about in a random fashion. You almost succeeded in smashing one of your projection pieces. You look around, still slightly groggy and confused to your surroundings.Your eyes eventually lock onto the reason for your lack of sleep. You glare at his shit-eating grin being displayed on your 3d projection set.

“What's up? What's up! I'll tell you what's up, I was just about to go to sleep when some piss-worm decided it would be funny to wake me up!”

You look around your control panel, wanting to look anywhere but the hologram displaying your friends’ face. Your eyes briefly catch a glance outside one of your ships windows. The view amazes you. No matter how many times you see it, it always brightens your mood. The spiral galaxy just floating around in the vast emptiness of space. You try to imagine what your ship would look like beside it. Your ship, with its sleek, shiny, Titanium infused meta-carbon hull. The streaking electric blue lights of your shield system streaking down its frame. The twin ion-pulse engines silently spewing out energised particles, making a hue slightly paler than that of your shields. You love your ship. You custom designed it just to your tastes. Sighing, you turn your attention back towards the still smiling face in the hologram. You open your mouth to apologise to Droigan but he beats you to the punch.

“Dude why do you even sleep?”

He appeared slightly exasperated. You did too, but only because of how many times you had this conversation with him.

“Just because its the 213’344’455’434’333’455’541st century, doesn't mean I can't be old fashioned. I still like to sleep, I still like to eat, and I still like to drink actual fluids,”

He gave you a funny look. You hated that look. He always gave you that look whenever you had this conversation. He always told you how you should be like other people and just be... Normal. You sighed once more, pinching the bridge of your nose before waving your arm around in exasperation.

“Is there a reason for you calling at all?”

“Of course there is, I called to see if you wanted to come drinking with me,”

You groaned. And he called you old fashioned!

“No. I don't want to. Just let me get some peace and allow me to get to sleep for the first time in-”

You looked to your inter-galactic time chart. Time was hard to keep track of when you were spread out over several hundred galaxy superclusters.

“- six hundred years,”

He didn't respond verbally. He just nodded and the hologram flickered from existence. Finally. Some peace and quiet without any distractions. You decide the absolute quiet isn't going to help you sleep, so you sweep your hand across a hard-light display panel on the larger hard-light control panel. As you do so you hear the ambient sound of your engines flow through you ship. It's by no means loud, but it definitely beats the sound of you rolling in your chair as you try to get some sleep. You lay back down into your chair and try to relax. You blearily rub your eyes, hoping that nothing shall disturb you once more, as you lean back in your ‘captains’ chair. You try to get comfortable, which isn't difficult considering how soft the chairs padding is. You close your eyes and slow your breathing, sleep going to take you with nothing to stop it...

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...

“I'm back!”

“By The Universe!”

You shoot out of your chair and punch the hologram of your friend, who was ginning ear-to-ear. Your hand made contact with his hologram, but your fist traveled straight through his head. You weren't surprised, his head was just an image comprised of Photons. Your ship, however, was constantly scanning your brainwaves. It could tell you wanted to punch him real bad, so being the good little ship that it was, it decided to help you accomplish your goal. Being the clever ship it was, it used micro-lasers to pinpoint the exact location of your balled up meat chunk, also known as a fist. Once it was satisfied with its readings it then compared it to the spatial area your friends holographic head was displayed. Once it had finished its calculations, it preceded to send out the corresponding sequence of code through a hole in the field of space-time that it had pre made just for this specific purpose. This code, comprised entirely out folds of the spatial field, exited the vortex breaching the Universe and reached your friends projection unit, which was approximately 232’200’333’456’000 light years away. This code was translated instantly by its nano-quantum processor and converted into hard-light which took the form of your vengeful fist. He didn't see it coming. This could have been because of the fact that your almighty fist was IN his head cavity at that point in time. Or it could have been the fact that this all occurred in the space of approximately 0.000001364 nanoseconds.

“Fuck off, I'm trying to sleep!”

You smash your fist into the ‘off’ panel so hard your surprised you didn't obliterate it completely. Your friends mangled face disappeared once more and this time you cut power off to the display unit so you don't receive any more unwanted disturbances. Your pretty sure you sure him twitching on the floor a bit before he disappeared. Oh well, he'll get better.

You try to calm yourself down before you go to sleep. You yawn and stretch as you lay down in your chair, listening to the quiet rumble of your ships propulsion system. You relax and get comfy once again. This time, with nothing to disturb you, you're sure to get to sleep...

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You fell asleep. All was quiet, besides your engines and the sounds of your light breathing. Your ship continued on through the void of space. While you were blissfully unaware, your ship began displaying warning signs. You slept on. The warning signs started flashing an alarming blood red colour. You still slept on. Your ship decided that it would be necessary to use loud sirens to arouse you from your slumber. It did. You awoke, startled by the sudden loud noise that had decided to disturb your slumber. You began scrambling around in an incoherent manner. You attempted to read what the ship deemed so dangerous as to wake you from your snooze. You searched through all of your ships diagnostics. Your engines appeared fine, so did your shields, hull, life support, communications and navigation systems.

Ok, now you were curious as to what the problem was, so you set your scanners to search outside your vessel. Black holes? Nope, Stars? No, Supernova? Nop- what? It couldn't be one of those. You checked your scans, and then double checked, then you triple checked the double checks.

Oh no.

Outside of your vessel was what scientists called a ‘Rift’. The human race had been researching into these things since the first one was discovered some six millennia ago. Not much headway was made. These things literally just ended. As in the field of space and time just ceased to exist in these anomalies. They just ended. Of coarse, they were completely harmless so long as there wasn't any spatial or temporal manipulators that entered the ‘Rift field’. Spatial and Temporal manipulators like the ones within your craft. Hell, you even had some on your person.

You quickly set the control panel to turn your ship around but it was too late. You were already inside the Rift field. The only thing left to do was hold on tight and shout.

“I just want some fucking sleep!”

You blacked out.