The Author in Equestria

With a small hiss, the pressure within the egg-shaped metal pod was released, and the heavy white steel door opened downward and clunked against the ground.

“Careful master, any damage to the teleport pod’s sealants could end your short trip outside with disaster.” A feminine voice crackled over the overhead stereos.

A man standing at five feet and eleven inches winced slightly as he stood before the now opened pod. Eldren didn’t grant a response to his escape-tool’s warning, choosing to stay silent as he stepped into the pod, and sat upon a tan padded chair. Lights and buttons winked around him within the pod, their soft lights glistening slightly across the three black metal buckles that hung limp at both sides of the chair.

“Are you almost ready in there?” Eldren spoke, his enchanting voice echoing slightly in the mostly empty room.

Silence prevailed in the room for a few short seconds, but those few seconds were all that it took for Eldren to feel a tinge of nervousness. While he may not understand teleportation, he did know that if so much as one thing went wrong, then the consequences could be dire.

“Just about, I think I got the coordinates set. Close the pod and buckle up, it’s a bumpy ride.” his subordinate replied via the overhead stereos once more.

Eldren nodded, slightly worried about her slight uncertainty, and reached a pale hand down. He pulled the pod door up, gently pulling and locking it into place. A hiss screamed in his ear, making him jump from the sudden unwelcome sound. With his heart pumping wildly in his jacketed chest, he leaned back and managed to figure out where which buckle went.
He sighed as he leaned back against the tan padded chair. Tapping his fingers on his thigh, and watching as the cornucopia of blinking lights constantly flashed an unknown pattern toward him. His patience was wearing thin as he sat in the confined metallic space, memories of his old humanoid coffin, which now lay destroyed in his old cell, came to mind. Shaking his head, he leaned to the side and looked out the window toward the glass room where his subordinate stood before the controls.

“How much longer,” he spoke, his annoyance evident in his voice.

He waited a few seconds, but received no response.

“Don’t ignore me yo-”

Whatever he was about to say was quickly interrupted when the white metal door suddenly slid open, and five black armored soldiers quickly made their way into the room; three of them training their guns on Eldren’s pod, and the other two attempted to enter the glass room.

“Do not move,” one of the black armored men spoke, his gun trained directly on Eldren’s surprised face beyond the viewing glass, “You have been caught attempting to use this teleportation room after hours. State your name and rank so that proper punishment can be made.”

Silence once more reigned in the room as no one spoke; Eldren hoping they don’t identify him, and Alexandria too surprised to speak. The nearest soldier strode up to the pod and leaned forward into the viewing glass, watching as Eldren tried, and failed, to push himself further into his seat.

“Sir, SCP INK has been identified sir.” the soldier said as he stood once more and aimed the barrel of his gun at the glass.

“Understood, keep it inside the pod for now.” the now obvious leader of the squad spoke before turning to the girl inside the glass box, “Ma’am, we ask you peacefully step out of the control box. Your charges will be lessened for aiding the capture of SCP INK if you comply.”

Eldren watched through the viewing glass of his pod, worried about what the girl may chose. While he is in here, the power of voice cut off from all of them, the girl stands alone in the glass room, a confused expression on her face. He hadn’t renewed his influence on her, figuring he’d be long gone by this point. His power over her was slowly fading with each passing second, each second bringing him closer to his recapture and torture. So, in this moment of panic, Eldren decided to do something he never thought he’d have to do to someone so low. He unclasped two of the top belts over his chest, and bent forward. Raising a fist, he began to slam against the door of the pod, drawing both the attention of the girl and the black armored soldiers.

He looked at the confused girl, desperation now made obvious in his eyes, and pointed at the control panel. She looked at him for just a few short seconds, before nodding and slamming her hand down on the control panel. Sparks flew inside the room, bolts of energy in the form of electricity arched from below the pod as the once dark circle suddenly flared to life.

“Open fire! Stop them!” the lead soldier shouted once he had gotten over the shock of the sudden sounds and lights.
Bolts rained down upon both the pod and the girl. The glass shattered under the onslaught of lead and copper. The red-hot bullets ripped into the girl, tearing apart her insides as the left her body in a small, gorey explosion. She fell, silent to the end, staring at her master in the white pod. She had done her job, and this was the end for her.

Eldren watched, surprisingly saddened by the death of his subordinate, but quickly forgot about her as the loud screeches of the molten lead impacted with the hardened steel and titanium shell of the pod. The egg-shaped pod was designed to withstand the deconstruction of atoms, it could take a few bullets, but he knew they would eventually blow through.

Suddenly, all went silent, the clicks of the now emptied firearms taking up the mantel of sound from the explosions of bullets. A chorus of the simple word “Reloading” echoed slightly in the room, each soldier releasing their old clip and replacing it with a new one. It was for naught though, as the pod began to vibrate, and break down into atoms rapidly.

However, this didn’t stop the leader of the squad. With practiced aim, he pulled a 9mm pistol from his hip, and fired three times into the glowing circle beneath the rapidly disappearing pod. An explosion rocked the room, and Eldren was thrown backward into his padded seat, the pod heating up rapidly as it still continued to break down with him in it. He looked out at the soldiers climbing to their feet, feeling the leader’s eyes locking with him. Then, Eldren saw no more as the last of his atoms disappeared, his path to the next teleporter ruined, and his atoms flowed seamlessly into the void.

And he was scared.
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Then, light burned forth into Eldren’s eyes; blinding him in his hot metal coffin. Blocking the light streaming forth from the viewing glass before him with his hand, he looked around the cabin of the egg-shaped pod. The once flashing lights and buttons no longer blinked, instead laid dormant near his head and hands. The viewing glass was still in once piece, and a bright burning sun forced it’s cruel light upon him. Confusion made itself known in his slowing mind, why is the sun shining directly into the window? Shouldn’t it be blocked from the top? It’s no where near big or dull enough to be sunset.

Not only that, but where was the ground? Even from the pod’s upright position, he should be able to see the ground in front of him. All that he saw was the sun, baby blue, and the occasional puff of white… oh no. Suddenly, the feeling of falling took over his body, his innards rose as his head felt strangely lighter.

‘OK…’ Eldren thought, the bright sun shining directly into his eyes slowing his brain more and more, ‘First things first, get rid of the damned lights!’

With that, he pulled forth a piece of his arm, it immediately turning to the black gel-like substance from when his transformations, and slapped it against the window. He spread the substance over the window, effectively throwing the room into almost complete darkness. He sighed as he leaned back into the padded seat.

‘Don’t know how long until we hit ground,’ Eldren thought, his normal brain capacities coming back to him from the absence of the burning sun, ‘but if we do, I’d like to be buckled up for it.’

With that in mind, Eldren buckled the straps he had released when the SCP night guards had stormed into the teleport room. Good thing he did to, as the last strap clicked shut, his pod lost all momentum; throwing him up toward the ceiling of the pod, the last strap being the only thing stopping him. The floor of the pod rose a decent half a foot before stopping in a jagged pattern. Gripping the armrests on the apparently reliable tan padded chair, he let out a breath of relief when the distinct feeling of bobbing replaced the sudden shock of stopping. He had hit water, and the sealants that somehow survived the long fall and crash down into water held tight. If the humans could gain his respect in anyway, it would be from their craftsmanship, with his titanium human coffin, and his new egg-shaped coffin.

In the darkness if the cabin, Eldren leaned back into his chair. He could survive several weeks longer than a normal human without food or water. Although, it was going to get uncomfortable if he doesn't wash up on shore soon.

All he had to do now, was wait.
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“Professor,” a young male voice echoed across the beach, “What exactly are we here for again?”

“Weren’t you paying attention?” another, much older, male voice replied, annoyance and slight disappointment evident in the voice.

Near the edge of crashing waves over a rocky beach, seventeen figures stood in a semi circle, forming around a single figure. Each of them were unique in some way. They all had fur covering their five to five and a half foot bodies, each of them an unusually bright color that would easily get them spotted in the wild. They stood on two hard hoofed legs, their arms ending in four digit hands; thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers each. A tail, different colored from their fur, some with two tone tails, sprouted from the bottom of their backs. Under some of their hair on the top of their head was a horn, some longer than others, that ended with a soft point and the extruding bone the same color as their unique fur. Only two had no horn, rather, wings sprouted from their backs, once more the feathers the same color of their unique fur.

However, what made them especially unique from each other was the strange tattoo-like markings on either their left shoulder or right hand, depending on the gender. A definite chunk of the strange markings had something to do with water in some way. The younger male voice that had spoken came from light green furred bipedal creature, it’s tail a dirt brown, a small green horn sprouting from between short, forest green bangs, and a marking on his left shoulder depicting the bones of a strange fish.

The other uniquely furred and marked creatures turned toward the green one that spoke before, watching with slightly mocking eyes as he bowed his head slightly.

“S-sorry sir, the carriage ride here was long, and I forgot most of what we were supposed to do.” the shamed looking green furred male spoke, stuttering slightly from embarrassment.

The light blue male sighed as he turned away from the green male, the marking on his shoulder visible to all who looked. Depicting white water crashing harshly over a rock, it sat proudly on his left shoulder as he ran his four digit hand through his dark blue short cropped hair. Turning back to the embarrassed green male, he sighed once more before speaking.

“We came here,” the older blue male spoke slowly, as if speaking to a younger child, “since this is the prime month to calculate the possible tidal effects that may come this year. Just do as I say, and keep with the group. That shouldn’t be so hard to forget this time, right?” he finished with slight mocking in his voice and stance.

“Yes sir…” the green one mumbled, further embarrassed by both the older male’s mocking, and the snickering from the other bipedal creatures around him.

The group began to move forward across the rocky shore, writing on smooth paper with thick pencils. They recorded what the apparently leader, aptly named the “Professor”, answering questions asked by him. The embarrassed green furred male hung back toward the back of the group, avoid eye contact and speaking with the professor to try and avoid further embarrassment. Suddenly, he jumped when tannish yellow furred hand clamped down slightly on his right shoulder. Looking over and down the yellow furred arm toward the slightly elongated face, he relaxed when he say the sparkling green eyes look into his slightly saddened blue ones.

“Hey Blossom,” he spoke with a slightly relieved voice, “Shouldn’t you be up ther-”

“Don’t let him get to you Haze,” Blossom spoke, interrupting her friend’s sentence, “They always pick on the newbies. Just pay attention and ask a question here and there and he’ll forget about you, Ok?”

Haze nodded, a small smile playing on his slightly elongated furred face.

“Thanks, I needed that.”

Blossom clapped twice on his shoulder before letting her arm drop to her side, “No problem, you're still new. They never give newbies a fair chance in the beginning anyway, take it from my experience.”

A playful smirk spread across Haze’s face, “Oh ya? You gonna tell me about it then?”

“Uh… no.” Blossom deadpanned, snickering slightly at the false upset look that replaced Haze’s expression.

“Ahem,” the sound of someone clearing their throat a few feet from their playful banter sounded.

They looked over and saw the professor staring at them, along with most of the other’s snickering.

“Anything you’d like to share with the group, Miss Blossom, Mr. Haze?” the Professor spoke, mocking once more evident in his voice.

Both went red in the face from the unexpected embarrassment, the blush somehow visible under their colored fur coats.

“No sir,” Blossom spoke in a slightly softer tone, “I was just reminding Haze on how to calculate on how wind will affect a wave’s density.”

The Professor smiled slightly at her words, “I see, well Mr. Haze you can answer my next question.”

Haze gulped as he nodded, “Y-yes sir.”

“Tell me,” the Professor said, “Based on our current findings, how do you think the tide this year will affect the local amphibious wildlife?”

Haze winced as he looked down at his notes, his sloppy handwriting legible only to him. He had stopped paying attention when he started talking to Blossom. Gulping, he looked toward the shiny ocean before him, hearing the whispers of the group, but not able to make any meaning to the words spoken.

“Well,” the Professor said, once more mocking poor Haze, “We’re waiting. If you don’t have an answer just say so, for someone who forgets as easily as you, it should be easy for you to conveniently forget to take simple notes.”

“Uhh…” Haze said, not willing to take anymore embarrassment from his professor if he could help it today.
His eyes scanned the shiny ocean, hoping for something, anything to pop out and give him the answer. Then, something caught his eye. Something white and shining bobbing up and down on the faint waves in the distance.

“Professor,” Haze said slowly, his eyes still locked with the strange white thing in the distance, “What is that?” raising a four digit hand, he pointed toward the white object.

The Professor laughed mockingly, his other students joining in, except for Blossom who just stood there, looking at the same object Haze had just pointed out.

“Don’t try to change the subject Haze,” the Professor said as he strode his way over to his side, “Besides, it’s probably just… a…”

Their Professor stood just behind Haze, looking out at the same object Haze had pointed out. By now it had come much closer, and some detail was able to be discerned from it.

“What in Celestia’s name is that…” the Professor mumbled slightly, watching as the strange white object drifted closer and closer.

From what he could tell, it was some sort of white sphere with a glossy black circle pointed slightly away from them. It looked to be only four feet in diameter across, but was five feet in diameter with a crushed bottom from it’s longest ends. Strangely enough, it reminded him of an egg.

He nodded before turning back to his class and pointing to the two winged students.

“Miss River and Miss Emder, could you please fly over and try to bring that object to shore for study.”

The two females, River and Ember respectively, nodded before unfurling their wings from the back and taking off with a slight gust of wind. It only took a minute for them to return pushing the strange, floating white egg onto the rocky shore. They struggled for a few seconds to push it across the rocks before a few of the horned students pointed their hands toward the object, their horns and hands glowing brightly with the same color as their fur. The egg glowed a multi color hue before being lifted up from the rocky ground. Moving and shifting their glowing hands in relative synchronization, they worked together to bring it closer to the group. Once there, they released the egg, allowing it drop roughly on the rocky ground, and their colored glow on their hands and horns dissipated, some of them painting while the others just looked slightly red in the face.

“That was way harder than it should've been,” was the general whisper amongst those that helped lift the egg onto shore.

Seemingly ignoring them, the Professor and Haze walked up to the egg, scrutinizing every detail. Suddenly, the Professor’s hazel eyes locked onto a strange symbol on the side of the egg near the inlaid black circle.

“Well well well, what do we have here…?” he mumbled as he crouched, leaning in to look at the symbol. A black circle with three black arrows pointed toward its center.
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A sudden jolt woke Eldren from his nap, not nearly as bad as when he had fallen into the water, but still noticeable. He was about to reach up and pull away the black gel from the window blocking out light to see where he was, but stopped when he heard a multitude of muffled voices. He jumped slightly when he heard another voice, very close to his head, speak in slightly muffled tones in a different language.

“Rien rien rien, daele din vy quawn carni?” the voice said, it’s meaning completely lost to Eldren.

‘Where on this planet did that damned girl send me?’ Eldren thought as he leaned into the padded chair, content in the dark, but confused over the strange language.

Since he had been born near the beginning of the human race, he was there for the creation of most of the languages, taking the time to learn each and every one of them. Yet this language, as far as he could tell, did not match up with any of his known languages. Perhaps someone came up with their own code language, and was using it to try and confuse him? No, that makes no sense. Code languages have at least some sort of similarity to their base language. This one didn’t even had an accent that he could place.

Curiosity burned, the want to know ached within him. It actually hurt; sitting in his padded chair listening to the foreign words muffled outside. If he went outside, and it was some division of the SCP Foundation waiting for him, then what would he do? They’d try to capture him again, and they may not be so nice this time around.

“Screw it,” Eldren said as he unbuckled from the chair, “I want to know, consequences be damned.”

With that declaration, he pulled down on the emergency red lever attached to the door. A loud hissing blared in the hollow cabin as the room depressurized slightly, and several small explosions rang out along the seam of the door, apparently frightening whoever was out there if the sudden yells gave any clue. With a final obnoxiously loud Bang! the heavy white metal door to the egg-shaped pod flew off, skidding and sparking across rocky ground.

Eldren counted down in his head to be sure of no sudden surprises, absently listening to the sound of waves crashing a short ways behind him, and the foreign whispers to his left.

‘Five, four, three, two, fuck it, one!’ With that, Eldren stepped quickly out from the now useless pod and onto the rocky shore.

He stretched, cracking his back, and tried to seem uncaring of the sudden gasps and whispers emanating from his left. His hood was somehow still up, blocking him from the direct sunlight burning behind him, yearning to hinder him. Then, taking a deep breath, he looked to his left expecting to see more humans. Instead, all he received was a sudden surprise.

‘What… the fuck...’ was the single thought in Eldren’s head as his deep blue eyes scanned over the strange furred humanoid creatures before him.

They were short, the tallest of them only standing at 5’6”, each them had a blinding color to their fur. Oddly enough, along with tails protruding from the bottom of their backs, they also had full heads of hair despite the fur; their hair and tail colors matching. It only got stranger though as Eldren’s eyes started to pick up some minor details they had missed in their once-over. Most of them had a horn poking out from their foreheads, the short protrusion of twisted bone possessing the same blinding color as their furs. However, two of them stood without horns, rather had wings that did not seem nearly big enough to lift their weight; the biggest one seemingly having a wingspan of twenty feet.

“Where in the hell did that girl send me…” Eldren asked himself once more, his quantum brain trying to wrap itself around the impossibility that stood staring back at him.

Another thing he had noticed, their eyes were huge. Not ungodly huge, but big enough to give a generic anime character a run for their money. Not only that, it seemed the express their emotions fluently from their large eyes, if the sudden influx of strong emotions was anything to go by. He had felt them early, them being small enough to ignore, but once he made eye contact with any of them, the influx of emotions was enough to burst through his reinforced dam.

Blinking, Eldren looked away from them, cutting off eye contact and the annoyingly large influx of emotions from them. He had noticed one more thing about them. They were all naked. While they were indeed fur covered, it still bothered him seeing a young female humanoid to be standing there as naked as when they were born without reason. He blushed despite himself, actually thanking himself for the shadows of his grey hood to block the view from his face.

The shifting of rocks and a slightly clacking sound reached his ears, drawing his attention. Looking back to his left, taking extra care to neither look at their large eyes or their private areas, he spotted one the males approaching. His fur was light blue, vaguely reminding Eldren of the day sky. He looked at the approaching creature’s feet, wondering what the clacking sound was, only to be once more surprised at another observation. They had hooves for feet, their legs expanding in a cone-like fashion from the knee down. Oddly enough, it bothered him the most to see a bipedal humanoid walking toward him with anything but feet. It just didn’t click right in his ancient mind.

Eldren turned his eyes upward, preparing himself for the sudden influx of emotions when he locked eyes with the light blue creature. The creature hesitated when Eldren locked eyes with it, probably from the unexpected eye contact. An almost unhealthy amount of curiosity flowed from bright brown eyes, along with the expected fear and anxiety from meeting something not like you in all but shape. The creature raised at four fingered hand to it’s furred chest, speaking four foreign words before hitting himself in the chest at the last one.

“Vin bauni ko Arid.”

Catching onto what the creature, now named Arid, was trying to say, Eldren raised his five fingered right hand to his chest.

“Eldren.”