Delta's Days.

I put on my helmet. After the large white one was done...heaving is what I would call it, nothing ever actually came out, just a whole lot of heaving. After she was done, she began to apologize for acting in such a way, after I had put my helmet back on of course. Meanwhile the pony that I was going to curb stomp to hell had been trying to sneak away. Beardy made sure that didn't happen. What the large white one had done to me, namely floating around bumping into stuff, was being done to the gunpony. I looked up occasionally to see that he was shivering a lot and looking down in fear.

I pointed up to the gunpony and cocked my head to the left at the large white one. “Are you wondering what we are going to be doing with him?” I nodded. “Hmm, Starswirl, what do you think? Twenty years in the dungeon sound good?” I looked to him, and then at the gunpony. The gunpony seemed to turn white in fear. He was an odd color combination. He was black, red and blue. His horn was a blood red color, same with the bottom of his hooves. His body was black with uneven blue stripes going throughout it.

“Don’t you think that is a little extreme? He did some property damage, and he hurt one pony, but that wasn’t even anywhere near a fatal injury. Fifteen years maximum...in my book at least.” He seemed to move back a bit, the large white one obviously commanded a lot of respect and power. Should probably try to get on her good side. I began to look around for my guns. I already had my machine gun, but the rivet gun, drill, crossbow, hack gun, grenade launcher and shotgun were still missing. I looked around but did not see them anywhere. Starswirl and the large white one were still debating on how long the gunpony should be locked up. I myself didn’t really care. I found a nearby paper and quill, and an ink well too. I walked over to the two of them.

+Where are my things?+ I presented the question in front of Beardy's face.

“It would be better to ask him.” He pointed towards the floating researcher. I looked up and felt a grin grow on my face. Finally, I get to really mess with one of these things.

I used the telekinesis plasmid to get him down, and then proceeded to point to the question on the sheet of paper. “I-I don’t kn-know what you’re talking about.” I think this one has a bit of a stuttering problem. I proceeded to point to the paper again, and then rose a fist to the air...he looked at it, obviously having no idea what that threatening gesture was supposed to mean. I sighed, it sounded more like a growl than a sigh. Huh, odd. What happened to my voice? I remember being able to talk at some point in my life...but when?

I pulled out the machine gun and put the barrel to his head, it seemed to suddenly transfer the information on where my other weapons were right to his head, how convenient. He told me that they were located in a storage area, number 51 to be precise. Somehow that seemed familiar. I wrote down the name of the place and proceeded to go back to the 'heated' argument going on how that pony would be treated. I brought a hand up to my face plate and cleared some of the ambient moisture off of the glass, I had never done that in rapture, even though that place was a whole lot more moist than here. They were still debating the ponies time in the...dungeon? Yeah, that was it. That word reminds me of the word 'prison'...I wonder what they mean.

I began to write down my thoughts on this matter, I mean, it was my gun he had used for this. So I should be allowed to put in my ideas, right? If I remember correctly he did hurt one of his own kind...then again, I did too...but they were attacking me first. So it's okay if I did.

+Shouldn't I be getting some form of say in this? He did use my gun for such things, wouldn't that be theft?+ The large white one simply lifted an eyebrow in my direction, and a contemplative look was on her face too. The bearded one, I should really find out his name, seemed to light up at the idea. A large smile was on his face.

"He's right! We need a mediator! What do you think about how long he should be imprisoned?" A devilish idea came to me.

"Yes, how long do you think?" The large white colored one said that very oddly, as if she was going to deeply study my action...should probably play this out carefully. I thought for a moment, and refined my idea to a less...devilish form.

+No time at all, however that does not mean that he is going to be going unpunished.+ The large white one cocked her head to the side, seeming to not understand. I felt my grin grow. Time for the reveal!

"What kind of punishment do you have in mind?" Beardy was looking up to my face plate, a look of concern on his face. He was probably wondering if I was going to beat it to a pulp.

+I was thinking having him help me, I am obviously going to be here for a while, so I think have an...indentured servant would be nice.+ The large white seemed rather unaffected, beardy had a deadpan expression. Where the Hell did I learn the word 'indentured'?

"Really, he just tried to shoot you in your...face...and now you want him to follow you around? With easy access to your weapons?" I nodded. It's not necessarily easy access to my weapons, they would be strapped on to my back at all times, and his telekinesis was quite weak.

"Don't you think that you could just stick to normal punishment, like imprisonment?" The white one said that, I should really find out names. Somehow her saying this just felt...wrong. Like it was not fitting for someone like her to say. She seemed more...motherly in ways than a princess or ruler.

+You did ask for my opinion...what are your names again?+ They introduced themselves rather quickly. The large white one was named Celestia, she was apparently one of the two princesses here, I would be meeting the other tomorrow seeing as how she was asleep right now. Blagh, royalty. Thinking they can go and do what they want, when they want, just because they rule the apparent largest country in the world with complete and total dominance because they used and ancient weapon that got rid of one of the single most powerful beings known to their existence with relative ease. Though this ease did destroy two mountains, make the forest nearby the castle extremely dangerous and filled with magical oddities, severely damage the structural integrity of the universe, make continents shift a few meters and make it rain chocolate milk for thirty days and thirty nights...okay, maybe they do have the right to sleep in...a lot.

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