Heat Death

Chapters

The Edge
The Fray
The Time Gone By
The Worst Case Scenario
The Nightmare
The Entry
The Valkyrie: Tram Ride
The Valkyrie: Central Sector
The Dead
The Whispers
The Tree
The Thaw. Part 1
The Thaw. Part 3
The Distant Sound of Drums (Part 1)
The Distant Sound of Drums (Part 2)
The Distant Sound of Drums (Part 3)
The Distant Sound of Drums (Part 4)
The Distant Sound of Drums (Part 5)
The Shockwave
The World is Quiet Here...
... So Lay Your Head Down And Sleep
The Last Light
The Face to Face
The Darkest Hour (Part 1)
The Darkest Hour (Part 2)
The Darkest Hour (Part 3)
The Darkest Hour (Part 4)
The Darkest Hour (Part 5)
The Last Stand of Twilight Sparkle (Part 1)
The Last Stand of Twilight Sparkle (Part 2)
The Beginning
The Big Bang
The Brave New World
The End
The Valkyrie: Engineering Deck
The Valkyrie: Tram Ride pt 2
The Thaw. Part 2

The Edge

The Nightmare Zone lay before Twilight and Forge. To the naked eye there was only the slightest of changes to the blank vacuum, maybe just the slightest tint and the vague impression of depth, like a shadow lying across black card. Twilight moved her head slightly and out of the corner of her eye vague lines and shades flickered, almost forming perceivable shapes and colours, but disappearing if you tried to focus on them.

They'd been dodging smaller Zones for about four hours and according to Forges flight recorder the Valkyrie was situated inside one of the largest fields. Twilight glanced round at Forge and wondered what he could see through his mechanical senses. Maybe it was better not knowing...

“So where in this mess did you see the Valkerie?” Twilight asked as they inched closer to the border.

“Plotting projected course now.” Forge replied quietly. If Twilight hadn’t known better she might have said that Forge sounded...afraid?

Definitely not better knowing what he could see.

Be careful Twilight.
Yeah that place is not fun. I don’t think even I could throw a party there.

To be fair to Forge, Twilight was apprehensive about entering the region as well. As far as she had knew no-one had ever worked out exactly what the Nightmare Zones were or where they came from, even ‘god’ level beings such as herself had avoided them unless absolutely necessary.

There had been many theories over the eons; some more plausible than others. Most races upon discovering their first Nightmare Zone went for the theory that they were simply weak points in the fabric of the universe; area’s where the seams that connected the membranes of existence had come loose. That theory worked...well in theory, but it did little to explain why the manifestations of this were so....well...they were called Nightmare Zones for a reason.

Twilight and Forge had both had a long time to study the ins and outs of reality in their lifetimes and had both agreed that the above theory, though popular, probably wasn't correct or, at least it wasn't the whole story.

There’s always that theory.
No.
It’s no more crazy then all tha’ other theories you’ve heard Twi.
Maybe, but what it implies... it doesn't bear thinking about.

“Calculations completed.” Forge said, “Is Twilight unit prepared?”

“Huh,” Twilight murmured, “Quite a distance in. Sod’s law I guess, couldn't be on the edge, could it?”

“I would be more concerned if it appeared easy.” Forge replied.

The two set forward, almost immediately Twilight noticed what appeared to be wisps of blood red vapour begin to appear, becoming visible in the very corners of her eyes. Twilight blinked a few times tried to ignore them, forging on into the Nightmare Zone. The two looked at each other, then moved closer together as a low, sonorous rumble sounded from somewhere within; almost like the Zone was welcoming them in.

The Fray

“Forge! I think I’m going to black-out.” Twilight groaned, clutching her head. “Forge? Forge!” Twilight looked round to see Forge drifting, lights and engines dead. “FORGE!”

Twilight flew over to Forge, trajectory stuttering as the pain in her flared. She’s first noticed the headache half an hour ago but not thought anything of it. Now it was quickly escalating up to migraine levels. Twilight tried to scan Forges interior but the pain in her head was making it impossible to concentrate.

“FORGE WAKE UP!” Twilight yelled, pounding his psi-receptors with her mental energy to try and get a response. “Oh hell,” Twilight thought to herself, “Is he dead?”

Twilight head butted his hull in frustration, as she pulled her back she noticed something floating between them. Blood was leaking from her nose. Twilight was panicking now; she tried to fly but the pain had grown to the point that it was preventing her from using the magic that let her travel through space. Her thoughts became less and less coherent, her brain felt like it was having all the fluid drain from it and shriving up.

There was a sudden thump and Twilight was launched backwards. Looking down Twilight tried to process the fact that there were now two metal barbs sticking out of her chest. Twilight forced her head up to follow the lines trailing from them, leading back to… Forge?

Then the nadion particle pulse hit her.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Conducted through the prongs embedded in her chest, the particle blast hit her like freight train. Twilight’s body spasmed and convulsed as she screamed in pain, but this was manageable pain. The crushing pain in her head was swept aside as she juddered in space.

The pulse cut out and the crushing head pain returned but not nearly as strong. Twilight, feeling completely fried, could only watch as Forge light up, power flooding back to his systems and he opened up with his phaser banks.

Beams lanced across the void, some slamming into Twilights body, jerking her around, but many more were bursting in the void around her. Another particle pulse surged through the coils and Twilights entire body went numb.

No. Not quite numb, there was the slightest sensation on the back of her neck.

No. In the back of her neck.

Forge was reeling her in now, the coils retracting back into his hull but he hadn’t changed his firing angle. The phaser beams were lancing the area behind her body, Twilight managed to jerk her head round in time to see a phaser beam impact against something. Its outline traced by the nadion particles that led down an emaciated arm tipped with claws passing ghost like into her head.

“Twilight unit?”

“………………………….”

“Twilight unit please respond.”

“…………………………..”

“Administering 10 milligrams cordrazine.”

“………………………………”

“Cardiac functions non responsive. Applying cortical stimulators. Administering 20 milligrams adrenalin, 10 milligrams tricordrazine."

“Uhhhhhhh………”

Twilight blearily blinked back to consciousness, then immediately began giggling at the alliteration in her last thought. She dozily swung her head around and tried to sit up, but wooziness overtook her and she flopped back into the bed.

Ohhh.

What?

Bed?

“Twilight unit, are you operational?” Forges voice filled her head and a holographic image materialised, being projected from a wall panel.

“Forge!” Twilight grinned broadly, hiccuping slightly and waving a hoof. “Where am I? And why am I in bed?”

“I placed you in the bedding unit…” Forge started.

“Phhhft…Forge got me into bed.” Twilight giggled, the room wobbling slightly.

“….to recover from the Terror Child attack.” Forge continued, ignoring Twilight. The holograph showed a cross section of Forges infrastructure. “You are inside one of the old crew cabins.”

“In bed and inside you?” Twilight giggles, rolling over and tucking her legs in. “Sorry Forge but I’m just not into robots.”

“And I have neither the subroutines nor the inclination.”

Twilight burst in full, proper laughter. “Oh Forge you’re so funny sometimes!” Twilight said between gasps. After a few moments the hilarity wore off and she turned back to the hologram. “Hey, I feel really, really weird; like I was hit by a small asteroid.”

“Twilight unit suffered neural trauma during the attack.”

“Hmmmm…..”

“Twilight unit is also under the influence of several stimulant compounds. You nearly went into cardiac arrest.”

“……….” Twilight looked at Forge.

“………” Forge looked at Twilight.

“You shot me didn’t you?”

“Affirmative.”

Twilights face grew stern as she lifted the bed covers and regarded the two burn marks on her chest.

“It was necessary.” Forge explained, forelegs rubbing together nervously. “This unit was encountered Nightmare Children and Terror Children in the past, they are extremely hard to track, let alone be damaged whilst they remain in the Aether. This unit had to wait until it was vulnerable before acting. “

“Ohhh its fine!” Twilight mumbled, stern expression dropping away under a massive yawn. “Celestia always taught me to play against your opponents egos. Bet that Terror Child never suspected a trap.” Twilight yawn again lay down in the bed. “I’m gonna’ have a nap ok? Keep an eye on me ok? We are in the ‘Nightmare zone’ aren’t....zzz…zzz...zzz.” Tendrils emerged from the wall and carefully tucked Twilight in before lightly attaching to her forehead to monitor her dreams, whilst Forge began running a search in his data-banks for reference to ‘Celestia’.”

Simultaneously to this Forge continued to run high intensity scans on any patch of space that looked the slightest bit off. He’d seen what appeared to be a cloud of gas a few times before thoroughly determining that, despite what his eye was telling him, it definitely didn't exist.

More worryingly as he’d passed a sub-space vacuole; a pocket of warped space-time most likely caused by the wake of a black hole, he thought he saw a toothy maw and obsidian eyes peek out of the folds of space-time. It hadn’t been another Terror Child. Like their Nightmare Child ancestors they appeared to their prey in a form that invoked their deepest fears, and what Forge feared was far worse than black eyes and a few teeth, no matter how sharp.

Intensive scans and a log check showed that not only was nothing there but his visual sensors hadn’t actually recorded the image of a face. Forge still put a disruptor bolt into the vacuole to be sure.

Not for the first time Forge hoped that The Valkyrie’s spell had worked properly and time had been frozen for them. Otherwise Twilight would wish that they’d died in the Hrath attack.

The Time Gone By

Twilight galloped through the palace corridors like a mare possessed, other ponies driving to avoid her manic charge. Outside the walls a distant buzz could be heard as the Hive battle swarms collided with their Horde cousins. The Young princess shuddered at a distant boom signalled that another Hive H’Karton drone had broken through a nest’s defences. The nuclear suicide bomber would have incinerated hundreds of his brothers and sisters supporting him but would have taken out many thousands more of the Horde, and more importantly shut off another of their mad brethren’s Mass-Progenitors.

Twilight felt her heart jump into her throat as she reached her destination. She skidded round the open doorway and into the banquette halls, currently being used as a makeshift hospital. The moment she went through the doors the smell of antiseptic hit her like a wet slap, quickly followed by a round of cheering and whoops from the wounded soldiers. Twilight looked around as the soldier whooped and cheered and was baffled for a moment, before looking down and remembering she was covered head-to-hoof in congealed green blood.

“Woooo! Twilight!” Rainbow Dash whistled from a bed near the door. “You look like an avenging angel of death!”

“Uhhh yeah.....” Twilight puffed, as she tried to get her breath back. “Are you ok?”

Rainbow Dash’s grin dropped from her face, the Pegasus rolled over revealing the tightly wrapped and bloodied bandages compressing her back. Twilight gut dropped. “Oh Dashie...”

“The doctors couldn’t save my wings.” Rainbow said sadly looking back, she turned to Twilight. “Its...Its ok, could be worse, still here ain’t I?” A silent moment passed between them, unspoken words and emotions filling each twitch.

Suddenly a shadow swept over them and Dash’s eyes widened in panic. Twilight whipped round as a Hive drone staggered towards them, hissing and chattering wildly. Twilight recoiled, the humanoid insect was missing chunks all down the left side of his body, both left arms amputated at the shoulder. As the drone staggered towards them flakes of chitin and flesh peeled of and crumbled, its entire body seemed to be decaying. With a sudden rush of fear Twilight saw the creeping red lines around the broken patches and bite marks in the Drones exoskeleton.

He was infected.

The drone gave out a pained squeal and dove forwards, zeroing in a on the immobile Rainbow Dash. Twilight leapt at the drone, trying to tackle it away from the injured ponies. Suddenly moving impossible fast despite its extensive injured the drone leapt 6 foot straight up in the air its body crackling with green lightning.

Twilight hit the ground and skidded along the floor, grimacing as pain rolled through her chest. Gasping for air she rolled over just in time to see the Drone come crashing down on the struggling Rainbow Dash, a sharp crack as the lightning discharged downwards. Twilight yelled and leapt back, ripping the drone away from Dash and prepared to kill the insane drone before it fully converted to a Horde.

But the drone hung loosely into the air, eye’s dark and limbs loose. It was already dead.

Mind numb Twilight dropped the dead insect, which was down rapidly crumpling to dust and rushed to Rainbow who was squirming and hissing on her hospital bed. “Bandages!” Rainbow gasped indicated her dressings, now badly lacerated by the Hives claws. “Take them off! OFF!”

Twilight ripped the bandages apart, if the infection got into Dashes blood stream and took a hold.............

But when Twilight peeled back the last blood stained strip of fabric there was no claw wounds, no bite marks, in fact if she hadn’t know better there seemed to be no evidence that Dash and only a few hours ago had her back nearly completely eviscerated. The skin was smooth and unblemished apart from the rapidly shifting cobweb patterns of green Hive energy dancing juts under the skin.

“Ohh!” Dash gasped. “Tickles, oh...ohhhhh, ahhhh.”

Twilight flattened her head against her friends back and squinted hard as she caught a flicker of movement. The energy under Dash’s was intensifying around her shoulders and two tiny numbs started to protrude from the joint. Dash giggled again from the feeling and the two nubs wiggled and grew a few millimetres.

“Princess Twilight?” A raspy voice sounded behind her. Twilight looked round to see two more Hive standing behind her, their plate sized hands, splayed fingers, lack of secondary limbs and sweeping head crests identified them as Royal Escorts.“We require you to accompany us.”

“Your Queen can manage fine without me.” Twilight replied, “I’m exhausted.” Twilight yawned and turned back to inspect Rainbow again. “I’ve been fighting for three hours straight and just want to make sure my friends are ok and make sure your crazy brother there hasn’t messed Dash up. Go bother Celestia, I keep telling you that she’s in charge.”

“Your friend’s cellular regeneration is stable, she will live.” The left Guard replied. “The Sunborn Princess fate is less certain.

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Several doctors, both Hive and Pony were exiting Celestia’s chamber when Twilight arrived. One of the Hive Medics was carrying a harpoon, smeared with dark crimson blood. The Medic handed the Horde weapon to the Royal guards who immediacy crushed it, hands glowing with green power.

The crowd quickly dispersed leaving Twilight with a single Hive, similar to the Guards but unmistakably female. Twilight bowed and greeted the Hive Battle Queen. “Greetings Queen Elloma-ta.”

“Queen Elloma-ta died five hours ago in combat.” The Hive Queen replied. “I am her cloned replacement; Elloma-ka.”

Twilight looked up and quickly inspected the Hive Queen. She looked identical to the Hive Battle Queen she’d known before but if this one was a clone that would make sense. Twilight did however try to ignore the fact that Elloma-ka was no less than four hours old but apparently fully mature. Twilight may have been thankful that the Hive had come out of nowhere when their insane cousins awoke but there was a lot about them that made Twilight’s brain hurt.

Elloma-ka cocked her head slightly and gave Twilight the equivalent of a telepathic tap on the shoulder. Twilight jerked out of her chain of thought and got down to business. “What happened?”

“The Sunborn was defending our landing zone and cloning pods from the Hoard. Unfortunately these Hoard had evolved to level 5 so were armed with projectile weaponry.”

“They can do that now?”

“Theoretically the Hoard can become advanced as we are within a few weeks once they awake from hibernation… … … … … … … … ” Elloma-ka stared into the space next to Twilights head, finger reflexively twitching. The entire Hive Swarm’s telepathic network was processed and co-ordinated by the Battle Queen and her immediate sub-ordinates. Elloma-ka’s predecessor had often zoned out and even stopped talking mid-sentence. “… … … … We have always stopped them before they reached stage 5 in our universe but your ‘magic’ is accelerating their growth.”

The Hive Queen coughed slightly and a largish flake of chitin fell from her crest. “However, the Sunborn wiped out the entire advanced cultivate before succumbing to her injuries. The recorded memories from the Hive present are…..breath-taking.” Elloma-ka coughed again, growling as more chitin flaked off. “I will attempt to wake the Sunborn, if you wish to speak with her I advice you do so quickly. Any other creature would be long dead by now.”

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Celestia still looked asleep as Twilight tip-toed up to her mentors’ bed. It was deadly quiet in the chamber, thought the distant sounds of battle had been getting progressively quitter since Twilight had arrived in Canterlot. The room had been cleared of medical equipment apart from an IV drip dispensing a gently shimmering liquid and a hulking piece of Hive organic machinery. The Hive machine suddenly juddered, grew some legs and climbed out the window with an apologetic whistle.

Twilight pulled a seat and flopped down next down to Celestia. Sweat was pouring off the white Ailcorns forehead, which Twilight dabbed at with a cloth that had been left on the bedside table. Twilight blew air from her nose and just sat there, staring at Celestia unable to move, unable to speak. Trying to find words for Rainbow had seemed impossible, this felt for all the world like a mighty obsidian cliff face stretching above her.

“You’re not dying.” Twilight whispered. “I know you….can’t just be dying, not today. In the past few days I’ve seen what us Alicorns can be truly capable of and I am frightened Celestia. You’ve always know what to do, I need you to tell me how to use this power at my hooves. So you can’t die today Celestia, I need you, your sister needs you, your people need you.”

This train of thought and babbling went on for a few minutes before coming to an abrupt stop. Twilight leaned back and closed her eyes, embarrassed and frustrated that she couldn’t find the words she wanted, that she was more pleading to the powers-that-be to spare Celestia than find something truly important to say.

“You can’t die.” Twilight repeated again. The concept seemed so weird and foreign…

After all…

“You can’t die, your immortal aren’t you?” Twilight glanced back at her wings. “Does that mean I’m immortal too? Never really had to think about it before.”

Celestia suddenly smiled gently, eyes cracking open and turned her head to look at Twilight. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask that question.” Celestia said, blinking and trying to prop herself up. Twilight gently wrapped her hooves around Celestia, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible. Twilight was torn; wanting so badly to hug Celestia and never let go, but worried that the slightest pressure might snap her in half.

“I can hear the Hoard screaming in my head.” Celestia said, looking fairly woozy as Twilight pulled away. Lines of red suddenly shot up around Celestia’s neck, for a few moment Celestia writhed in pain before the line shrunk back down. Celestia gingerly lifted up the bedcovers and peeked down at her abdomen. Celestia grimaced, retched slightly and dropped the covers, which immediately crawled back up on tiny back legs and tucked itself in.

The two ponies shuddered slightly in unison. Hive bio-tech was very advanced but rather creepy. “Is it bad?” Twilight asked, dreading to think what Celestia had seen under the medical cocoon.

“Pretty bad.” Celestia replied shrugging slightly, voice tired but controlled. “Could you get a candle please? It’s very dark in here.” Twilight stood up and began looking through the draws set against one side of the wall. “I might not survive the night; we have a lot to discuss.”

(Meanwhile)

Forge was intrigued by Twilights dream, he’d been able to deduce from context in their previous conversations that Twilight hadn’t been born an immortal so still unusual to him that she was still sane. Beings that were born without an upper age limit had a naturally adapted psyche’s to deal with the nature of their existence and cope with outliving virtually everything around you. ‘Mortal’ beings on the other hand who made themselves ‘immortal’ tended to go insane after about four of their normal life spans if they weren't so already.

For that reason Twilight, who had lived millions of times longer than her original unicorn species lifespan and remained sane was a highly mathematically improbable. He was aware that she had been hearing the voices of her long dead friends in her head, but the inexplicable nature of magic gave her some leeway.

“Note;” He thought to himself, “Do not mention that this unit is aware of voices inside Twilight units head, Twilight unit will likely respond negatively.”

Twilight sat mesmerised as Celestia held her hoof in the candle, the undulating orange flames lapping like waves over Celestia’s coat. Celestia removed her hoof from the flame, wiped the soot off then presented it back to Twilight.
Twilight leaned in, eyes meticulously working over the patch of skin, but there was no damage. Her coat wasn’t even singed. “How do you do that?”

“How would you do it?”

Twilight was perplexed but quickly answered, “Well, there’s quite a few spells I could use to protect from fire; heat absorbsion, err, ice shield…well I guess a small force field could do it…… wait…” Twilight suddenly looked up as she realised what Celestia was getting at. “Is this how Alicorns are immortal, we cast magic to protect us from everything?”

Celestia smiled warmly from ear to ear. “Well that’s the abbreviated version of it. Our innate magic gives us the ability to automatically create wards to protect us from danger. We can still be hurt and killed, since wards feed directly off magic the damage can outpace the rate of which we can replenish it. And of course wards can be very specific about what they protect you from.”

Celestia grunted and indicated her chest. “If you’re attacked by something outside your knowledge or in a way you’re not expecting then you can be in trouble. But we also have cellular regeneration like nothing else on this planet and our innate magic does extend to broad spectrum shielding and integrity fields, not as effective against any one specific thing but it still makes us incredibly tough.”

Celestia suddenly let out a long hacking cough and went very pail. Twilight suddenly felt very fragile, the Hoard were from a different reality, which meant they were perfectly suited to penetrate Celestia’s wards. Twilight glanced out the window for the moment before turning back to Celestia, there were still a few questions that needed to be asked if Celestia fate was uncertain.

“What about old age?”

“As far as I know there’s no upper age limit. Cellular regeneration pretty much prevent ageing once you reach maturity.” Celestia sighed and looked at the bushel of flowers that had been left on the bedside table. “It is worth noting that we can choose to die and age, with conscious effort you can override your natural instincts. Our immortality is a choice. I strongly suspect that Cadence is going to go that way. Your brothers very…VERY lucky.”

Twilight turned away again and closed her eyes. This was the big question, the one question that had been whispering in the background since the first fateful day she’s opened her eyes and seen the wings on her back. “Celestia, why did you make me an Alicorn? I know Cadence was born as one, so why did you do this to me.”

Celestia started to say something. Stopped. Started again. Flustered and sighed and rolled over. “Well…I don’t want to say destiny, that a bit of a…a… I think the phrase is ‘cop out’? I’ve been looking for a successor for protector of our world for a while. After Sunset Shimmer turned out badly I was starting to get pessimistic, then you came along. And I knew were the one to be princess I could never be.”

“The Princess you could never be…but…what?”

Celestia was starting to look bad, sweat running of her like a leaky tap. “Twilight I wish I could give you clearer answers but what being an Alicorn means to me… its nothing like what I know in my heart you can make it mean. Have you ever heard of the Strait’s Wars or the Zenith Empire?”

“No…should I have?”

“No you shouldn’t of.” Celestia clamped her eyes shut and flinched at the memories. “We did a good job of erasing its traces from history, the last testament to how things were.”

“What do you mean?”

“Twilight, I wasn’t always a princess, in fact…” Celestia leaned into whisper. Twilight could see a lot of pain and sadness in her mentor’s eyes. “Celestia wasn’t the name I was born with, my sister and I chose them after the Straits Wars. There was a time when I wasn’t a very nice pony Twilight, none of us were, and can you image a race of vain and selfish gods among the mortals?”
Celestia suddenly whipped out a hoof and gently stroked Twilights face. Celestia’s eyes had unfocused, the pain forcing her into times gone by “She was so much like you… so good…showed me how wrong we were… what I needed to do……” Celestia began crying and curled up under the bio-cocoon, mind gone into the depths of the past. “I’m sorry Galaxia... you didn’t leave us any choice.”

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Twilight wandered out of the chamber, chewing her lip in deep concentration. What Celestia had told her would take a while to process but right now there were more immediate concerns. Elloma-ka was leaning against a wall, half obscured by shadows, next to the door while the two Royal Guards fitted extra armour plating over her body. One of them tried to move in front of Twilight but not fast enough to block the view of Elloma-ka’s rapidly deteriorating flesh.

“It’s ok.” The Queen whispered, gently brushing the head of the nervously chittering guard. “You’ve both performed admirably.” The two guards stood eyes dreamy but locked on Elloma-ka. The Queen pressed her fingers against the Guards temples, shutting her eyes in concentration. All three Hive smiled then the two Guards dropped dead, leaving Elloma-ka holding two effervescing spheres of green light.

Twilight stared gobsmacked, unsure what to make of what just happened. Elloma-ka turned to look at Twilight and smiled sadly. “Oh don’t worry, they’re not dead. I’m sending their minds back through the Ansible to our world.” Elloma-ka explained, “Those two are resistant to the degradation you have no doubt seen on other Hive drones.”

Elloma-ka stepped forward into the light revealing that half her face was rotted away. “Few creatures can adapt to survival in parallel dimensions, and our worlds do not even share a common origin....well...err.....you know it is difficult to verbalise. Anyway despite our genetic reinforcements we were never going to last long in this world without piggybacking on the Hoards neural network. Their ‘nightmare’ sustains them, killing them is pushing the nightmare back.”

“It must be a terrible nightmare. No wonder you’re all so suicidal when fighting them, they must really scare you.”

Elloma-ka laughed and shook her head, poise relaxing as she slid down the wall to be level with Twilight. “Oh no, we’re like that normally! It’s a characteristic of any hive-mind race. Though they do scare us” Despite being only a few hours old Elloma-ka suddenly looked very old and tired to Twilight. “Another characteristic that that we don’t always get on with or even like other life forms, you can be so chaotic and disordered. But we do like your race. And I do like you; the Sunborn chose well.”

“Thank you.” Twilight said. She strongly suspected that Elloma-ka had been listening in on her and Celestia’s conversation, but that was probably another habit from living in a race where thoughts are shared.

“Before I go, I have a question.” Elloma-ka said pulling herself back to her feet. “Well not quite a question, could I just observe your reaction to something we found in the Hoard’s neural network?”

Twilight nodded and felt the telepathic probe gently brush against her mind. Elloma-ka suddenly clenched her fists and let out a deep hiss. Twilight recoiled as the telepathic ‘feeling’ signal triggered a rush of emotion and memories. Both Twilight and Elloma-ka staggered as the connection was shut off.

“Last time I felt like that…” Twilight grimaced, “…was when I looked into King Sombra’s door. It showed me my worst nightmare.”

Elloma-ka nodded slowly, a flash of deep concern passing over her ruined face. The Queen straightened up and turned to leave. “Thank you Twilight, I advise you go get some rest, we can handle it from here.”

“Wait, what was that all about?” Twilight gasped, trotting after the Queen. “And I’m not resting whilst you’re out there fighting those abominations.”

“Don’t call them that. They’re insane but there still part of my species.” The Queen said, continuing to walk away. “And you’ve done enough. The battle is approaching endgame, and your people have helped end it a lot earlier than if we were fighting alone. Also you haven’t noticed yet due to the adrenalin but you have numerous broken ribs. Goodbye Twilight, we won’t meet again.”

Twilight awoke with a jerk accidently launched herself out of the bed and was sent sailing through Forges inner compartments. She flapped her wings to slow herself down, unfortunately Twilight remembered to late that, that Forge hadn’t pressurised the cabin, so she ended up painfully bashing her wing tips against a door frame.

“Twilight, are you operational?” Forge beamed to her. It was very disconcerting to think she was inside of him, reminded her far too much of being swallowed. Not a pleasant experience. “I require assistance.” Forge continued.

“I’m...better Forge.” Twilight beamed back, restarting her magical impulse spells, “Just point the way out.”

Following a path of strip illuminations Twilight jetted through Forges desolate interior, all unused for millennia before the universe had even begun to end. Looking around Twilight was reminded more of being in ancient ruins than being inside a stomach. Then again she probably counted as an ancient ruin as well.

Twilight popped out of a cargo bay door and flew round to Forges mono-eye, it was the closest thing he had to a face. “Ok Forge what’s them issue?”

“We have reached a crossroads.”

“Sorry. What?”

The Worst Case Scenario

Twilight popped out of a cargo bay door and flew round to Forges mono-eye, it was the closest thing he had to a face. “Ok Forge what’s the issue?”

“We have reached a crossroads.”

“Sorry. What?”

Forge indicated around them, the space had taken on a reddish tint, the same cloudy looking texture that had been scattered around since the edge of the zone. “This unit is unable to proceed forward.” Forge said extending his forward appendage in front of him. “Forward momentum negates a few meters from this position.”

Twilight took off and cautiously flew forward, after a few moment she felt a drag, like moving through a strong wind. A few moment later it felt like she was wading through tar and wet sand. Twilight grunted as she strained to move forward, but realised that the spells propelled her through space had ceased functioning.

For half a second Twilight stopped concentrating to reboot her spells and when she looked back up she was right back where she started.

“I have probed in all directions,” Forge said, “The spatial anomaly extents in a cone shape originating from a point around 10 meters in front of us, and extends backwards for a distance that is at least as great as my sensor range.”

“So if we want to get to the Valkyrie,” Twilight sighed, guessing the conclusion, “We’re either going to have to backtrack a long way or …”

“Or take one of the two tunnels I have detected.” Forge finished, “They are each located at one half radians left and right from current position.” Forge carefully extended one of his front appendages and poked it into one of the ‘tunnels’. The arm seemed to waver for a moment as it passed the threshold. “I am unable to obtain a decision on our course of action; both options are 99.9999999999999999999999999999999999999% identical, choice is completely arbitrary.”

“You really can’t make a random choice?” Twilight asked. She was still a bit fuzzy and being dragged out of the first bed she’d seen in millions of year’s bed for this was very aggravating.

“Arbitrary decision lies in the realm of biological emotion.” Forge explained, “Attempted processing results in logic loops, this Unit had already spent three and a half hours attempting to reach conclusion.”

Twilight felt like pointing out that in the short time they’d known each other, Forge had made what had seemed like quite a few decisions that were not strictly logical. She was about to say as much when Forges lights dimmed and flickered for a second. Twilights reached out telepathically in time to catch his entire hard drive rebooting and realised that what she had been about to say might have killed him.

Contrary to what the term implied robots had been capable of transcend what their systems were technically capable of (emotion for example) throughout the ages, especially in those who had learning software that adapted and constructed new pathways over time, similar to how a biological brain grows new neurons. The problem arose however when you tried to point this out to a robot.

Since robots initially lacked the equivalent of an imagination then the concepts they were able to envisage were limited by their hardware and processing power, the rule of thumb being that a robot could not completely understand its own complexity since doing so would require a greater level of complexity.

The result of all this was that telling a robot of certain levels of advancement about their own levels of advancement could be lethal. Lower grades of robot would ignore the problem as illogical, higher grades of complexity were able to resolve the problem since their own mental complexity was exponentially increasing. Forge however straddled the line between these two groups, he was severely constrained by what he’d originally been designed for, but trillions of years learning and adapting his own programming had made him just capable of ‘being more than the sum of his parts’. To him the entire situation was a massive paradox, aggravated by the conflict between the times when he exhibited impulsive actions and the times when he was bound by his logical nature.

Any paradox could be lethal to a robot, it looped around around until the problem consumed their processors. Twilight had once seen a robotic army reduced to scraps by a simple geometric paradox attached to a computer virus uploaded into their network. The sheer simplicity of the ‘crossroad situation’ had brought Forges internal struggle to the surface.

“We should definitely go right, bad things seem to happen more often when I go left.” Twilight announced as authoritatively as possible.

“Does Twilight want me to run a hypothesis test on your past experiences?” Forge replied, clearly relived that for now the situation had been resolved.

“No don’t think about it, just go for it.” Twilight said, pushing ahead down the right passage. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

THUMP

Famous last words Twilight
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The second they crossed the threshold of the passage way a wormhole materialised and swallowed them up. Twilight kicked backwards through space and magnetically locking herself to Forge, there was no way she was going to let them get separated. There was no situation where a 1000m long behemoth wouldn’t be useful.

With a sickening lurch Twilight and Forge were deposited back into real space. Forge let out an audible sigh of relief, the wormhole had been highly unstable, since space-time had been degrading for millions of years now, and there was visible abrasion on his tritanium hull plating where it had been bashed against the sides. Twilight shook of the dizziness and quickly began scanning the area they’d been moved in.

“We have been approximately 5 parsecs to the galactic west from previous position.” Forge informed Twilight as he scanned the opposite side to her. His sensors were all giving incongruous reading to each other so they were definitely still in the nightmare zone. “Twilight?” the Alicorn had gone completely quite.

Twilight floated in space, frozen in shock. Forge rotated and immediately saw what was wrong. Floating in space around five hundred meters from their position was a pitch black sphere standing out against the red tint of the zone. Forge set all his sensors against it carefully position himself between it and Twilight. At first Forge was puzzled by his sensor readings, he’d fully been expecting it to not be real, that seemed to be how things worked round here. But instead this object didn't just come back with a tangible mass, this object had nearly as much as mass as a black hole but wasn’t giving off any gravitational waves at all.

Twilight had started to hyperventilate, despite the vacuum. Her wings and legs were pumping furiously but she wasn’t moving through space, all the movement was doing was sending her tumbling on the spot.

Meanwhile Forge’s scans finally managed to work out what the sphere was composed of, suddenly Forge felt something creep through his circuitry, for a moment he thought he’d sprung an internal coolant leak before he realised the cold sensation was fear. A memory of a human scientist he’d known long ago sprung to mind and he replayed the appropriate file.

~We have a lot of dangerous things out there. If Subject 4532 were to breach containment right now it would probably manage to kill about 50 people before we managed to stop it. Fairly dangerous, but you could probably just step on it Forge.
Now consider those Dell creatures you find around the galaxy. If one of those creatures could flatten continent without breaking a sweat. I’ve seen footage of those scythes cleaving neutron plating in two. Very Dangerous. Luckily for us they can be reasoned with and generally stay out of everyone’s way.
Now consider the WCS, if it were to break containment it would kill me, then you, then everything else it could find. Then a million years later when a lightning bolt strikes a mud pool on the other-side of the glazy and a simple self-replicating molecule is formed the WCS will find that and kill it.
WCS, it stands for Worst Case Scenario. We’re damn lucky those ponies found it first.~

Forge felt another sensation of cold sweep through his circuits. Information long archived and forgotten was pulled from his data banks as he inched closer. The files spoke of the WCS and a magical race, who stood their ground when their neighbours had fled. The legends spoke an epic battle that obliterated an entire star cluster in a matter of days and of the ultimate sacrifice of their Moon Goddess who gave her life to seal the WCS within in an eternal nightmare, distracting it from the real world forever.

Forges attention snapped back to reality as a hairline crack opened up along the side of the prison, a light spilled out that’s colour could be only be described as ultra-violent. Twilight screamed. A long guttural wail of unspeakable terror. Her magic began to spasm and jolt erratically as and the hairline crack began to widen.

Forge’s processors clicked into overdrive, in an instant thousands of data points were analysed, he just need something to work off but the distortion of the nightmare zone combined with Twilights rapidly increasing energy interference wasn’t making it easy. Twilight began to jabber wildly her pupil’s mere unseeing pin-pricks as the breach open few more millimetres.

Wait….

“Gotcha.” Forge clicked to himself. Twilight was wheeling madly through space, far too quickly and erratic for him to catch but it didn’t matter. Instead Forge reached out and grasped the prison in his four front forelegs, holding it securely despite its gravitational distortion waves. Twilight saw what Forge was doing and yelped with renewed terror. She drove towards Forge babbling something incoherent, Forge quickly projected her trajectory and grabbed her out of mid-flight with a tendril. “Sorry Twilight.” Forge said impassively and, for the second time in as many days, shocked Twilight into near unconsciousness with a nadion pulse.

Holding Twilight just in front of the sphere Forge hesitated for a moment, what he was about to attempt was well beyond his experiences with magic in the past, magic and technology didn’t often mix. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Extending a specialized tendril Forge made a small incision in Twilights head just below her horn. The wound quickly resealed itself but Forge was able to read of the energy frequency of her regenerative magic. Forge checked the progress of the prisons breach then with a sharp jab Forge pushed the tendril through Twilight’s skull into her brain.

Forge compared his best models for both Twilight’s and the prisons magical architectures. Ideally he would have liked more time to scan but he was going to have to scan and improvise as he went along. Forge exerted a small charge into Twilights main magic centre, simultaneously scanning the reaction on Twilights energy skeins and the reaction of the prison. With a tangible sense of relief Forge’s theory proved to be correct; Twilights magic wasn’t merely interfering with the magic of the prison, they were resonating on the same wavelength. Another discharge in a different section reviled the field lines arcing between them, not overly dissimilar from a magnetic field.

The upshot off all this was that by manipulating Twilights magic it made his following task much easier, though this was relative since he still needed to repair a breach in the prison of the ultimate destructive force in the universe whilst performing highly delicate brain surgery, all without accidentally freeing the WCS or killing Twilight or himself.

So yeah…………… apart from all that things should be fine.

The Nightmare

“Good morning Twilight, watch’a doing?”

“Good morning Spike. I’m trying to figure out how to repair a self-perpetuating psi-ion weave.”

“Sounds horrendously complicated.” Spike said, looking up at the 3-d hologram suspended above Twilights desk. Spike frowned as he followed the lines of energy back as they converged at into the centre. “What’s that in the middle? It looks angry.”

“Nothing you need to worry about Spikey, would you mind bringing me some coffee? This is quite important and I need to concentrate.”

Spike’s feet pattered out of the room. Twilight chewed on a quill and contemplated the problem in front of her. “Hmmm, maybe if we tried using a tachyon beam as frame we could keep the initial psi strings up long enough……”

“TWILIGHT!” Spike yelled from elsewhere in the house. “There’s a giant metal spider attached to the ceiling!”

“Oh excellent! What he doing?” Twilight called back.

“……He’s sort of flickering?” Spikes voice said, thoroughly perplexed.

“Could you knock the wall down so he could get through here?”

“What? Have you lost your mind?” Spike stormed back into the study. Flapping his hands at Twilight, whose gaze remained fixed to the hologram in front of her, “Break the wall down? How precisely am I supposed to accomplish that?”

“I’m lucid dreaming Spike.” Twilight said, stopping the animated Spike in his tracks. “Just grow bigger and make a hole in the wall large enough for Forge to get through.”

There was a few moments of dead silence before there was a humongous crash and splinters came flying past Twilights face. A dinner plate sized hand appeared in her peripheral vision and placed a coffee mug on the table.

“So… this is a dream?” came a deep, resonant voice.

“Yeah, afraid so.” Twilight said, sighing slightly. “Sorry.”

There was another few seconds of dead silence. Before Spike eventually replied, “Anything else I can get you?”

Twilight smiled, a single tear forming in one eye. “The Library should be housing my memories now, I made a list of things that might be pertinent.” A long scroll materialised in Spikes hand. “Hold on I’ll get Shuffle Pie to help you.”

A pinkish red colt materialised next to Spike. He had the iconic Pie family candyfloss hair and a cutie mark of a deck of cards. “WOAH! Spike!” Shuffle exclaimed, grinning ecstatically, “You’re so tiny!”

“I’m the size of an elephant…” Spike replied, raising a scaly eyebrow.

“I know, right?” Shuffle said, throwing both hooves in the air. “ Anyhoo, let’s a get those memories for Twilight before that space monster breaks loose and murders her in real life, that would totally suck!”

Spike and Shuffle exited into the now unfathomably large library, every few minutes or so Shuffle would whizz back through with a pile of parchment. On the ninth delivery he announced that Forge was moving. There came a buzz of electricity and hiss of hydraulics Forge scuttled through the demolished wall.

“Appropriate form,” Twilight commented taking a moment to inspect Forges arachnid body. Since we’re weaving a web…sort off.”

“Sub-unit chassis correlation was unintentional.” Forge replied, “This unit was merely attempting to reduce CPU usage on Twilight unit’s brain. Neural stress is already extremely high.”

“Ok well, what’s the situation out there?”

Spider Forge projected his own hologram next to Twilights. It was similar but angry, red fractals were forcing themselves out from the centre. Twilight bit her lip anxiously, the WCS had already broken through nearly half of the existing barriers. She forced her survival instincts down as a pang of fear cut through her, if she woke up she’s start panicking again and probably fry both herself and Forge.

“I have managed to stall the progress of the WCS for the time being. My attempts at manipulating your magic have been highly erratic,” Forge explained, “This however has kept the WCS from adapting for the time being”

“Good work.” Twilight replied. “Well I’ve worked out how to repair the prison, but the problem is implementing it.” Twilight took a big swig of coffee, it tasted good. At least she thought it tasted good. What did coffee even taste like? “Ok so Luna was able to trap the WCS the first time round by sealing it in a perpetual nightmare, and that worked as a prison because the WCS was essentially trapping itself, looping around and unable to concentrate. Understand?”

“Affirmative.”

“But in order for it to work it had to affect the entire of the entity at once, Luna killed herself to make it work. I could theoretically fix it but the damage is so widespread I couldn't fix enough before the WCS noticed. And if it noticed it would know exactly how to negate what’s left of the prison.”

“Catch 22.” Forge said solemnly. “Any attempt to fix the situation will make it worse. Is there no way to distract the WCS?”

“Not for long enough.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The two worked the trans-spatial equations over and over, looking for something, anything, which would give them a foothold. Eventually a small warning beacon began pinging on Forge. Twilight poked her head out from her mountain of parchments and looked over.

“It’s nothing.” Forge said, trying to distract Twilight by running another holographic simulation.

“Forge…”

“……………. Whilst scanning I noticed an anomalous reading in the Nightmare Zone, as in more so than usual. The ratio of left to right spin in ambient sub-atomic particles has been steadily shifting to left spin. The alarm indicated that the probability skew has far exceeded any possible natural explanation. If we come under attack we are worse than defenseless.”

Twilight shut her eyes and murmured. “Nightmare Zone…Nightmare Zone……” Suddenly her eyes snapped open. “IDIOT TWILIGHT! Ohh this is good! This is really good. Forge, I have an idea!”

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“Well what do you think?” Twilight said bouncing excitedly, having explained her plan in breathless gasps.

Forge considered Twilight’s plan for a moment before replying. “Logically speaking I calculate a 37% success chance.” Twilight looked down-trodden for a moment, 37% is not great no matter which way you looked at it. “However,” Forge continued. “Factoring biological tenacity alone adds at least other 25% to that calculation. Let’s do it.”

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(Back in the real world)

Forges warp engines thundered into life, magic drawn from Twilights body being drawn in to augment and amplify the field. At the same time Forge started rapidly shutting down all sensory equipment. “Warp One, Warp two, Warp Three.” He transmitted down the line into Twilight.

Meanwhile the WCS paused for a moment, when Forge stopped trying to hold him back a new psychic presence had entered his beachhead into the physical world. It was evoking a sensation that it had never experienced before. It…. Recognised this this entity?

“Remember me?” Twilight snarled, through her psychic projection.

WHOOOOMPF

Forge lurched in space as the psychic backlash blew through him. Even at maximum insulation every circuit was resonating as Twilight and the WCS minds clashed. The WCS was by definition the most dangerous being that had ever existed but Twilights mind power was truly a force to be reckoned with. His hull shuddered again, “Warp 7, Warp 7.5, Warp 8, Warp 8.1…” Maintaining a static warp bubble at this magnitude was pushing his battered body to the extreme, only his lighting fast adjustments to the field generators were keeping him from undergoing total spaghettification.

Twilight’s mindscape hammered against the WCS, twisting and developing almost as fast as the WCS could adapt. Each of them probing and grasping in a furious maelstrom, both seeking to control and subjugate the others will. The WCS should have had the advantage over Twilight; not only was it older and more powerful than Twilight but unlike Twilight there were no intimate places or memories for it to exploit. However the fury with which Twilight fought was like nothing the WCS had ever seen before. Every time it lunged into a weak point, some grief stricken memory or past trauma, to use to its advantage Twilight would turn it around and use the pain to lance back with an unstoppable knife blade of emotion.

So engrossed was the WCS with this epic battle of wills it didn’t notice that how the fabric of space-time was vibrating and buckling as Forges magically augmented warp field continued to build in power, exactly as planned.

“Warp 9.8, Warp 9.9, Warp 9.99, Warp 9.995. Charge complete.” Warp field in place Forge activated his particle emitters, which had been charging with magic at the same time. A dozen beams of nameless particles lanced down from Forge; skewering the WCS, pinning it to its prison and pulling the immense warp field down with them. Twilight’s mind leapt back from the fray, reintegrating with her body before letting loose an apocalyptic energy blast, simultaneously Forge began spinning the particle beams, as the beams intersected they dragged the warp field through itself, folding and refolding space-time.

Twilight blinked herself awake and grinned. From within Forges warp bubble she watched as the shear from the rapidly compressing warp fields dragged the space-time fabric of the Nightmare Zone with it and funneling into the WCS pocket warp bubble. Within the bubble Luna’s prison and the Nightmare Zone were being superheated by Twilights immense magic blast and melding together.

The WCS thrashed violently to escape, once again the nightmares were exerting their vice like hold over it. Once again it its mind was driven into a deep, dark pit that could never be escaped. Once again it recoiled from horrors that no other being that had ever existed could possibly comprehend.

And this time…

This time…

This time

was

worse.

On the outside Twilight watched as the boundaries of the Nightmare Zone finally collapsed inwards. Normal space-time hit the shear and rebounded, collapsing both warp bubbles. Forge began furiously venting the extra energy while Twilight inspected the prison. In a reversal from before the perfect sphere had dull red colour in contrast against the comforting blackness of normal space. Placing her ear against its frictionless surface she could hear the faintest, unending scream.

“Good riddance to the both of you.” Twilight huffed, kicking the prison.

Forges moved forward, grabbed the prison and pulled it through his main cargo hatch. “Do you require a minute to compose yourself?” Forge asked, “Or shall we begin boarding procedures immediately?”

“Boarding?” Twilight squeaked as she looked to where Forge was indicating. Hanging in space above them, illuminated their ambient glows, was a vast metal hull that dwarfed even Forge. “The Valkyrie." Twilight breathed, “I’m finally home.”

The Entry

Twilight sat in the airlock staring at the inner door. She felt numb; she was excited of course, but who knows what had happened on the ship in the elapsed time since she’d last seen it? Theoretically the crew had been frozen in time, but they could be long dead, or twisted and corrupted by the forces that existed outside time and space or…

Twilight grunted and slapped down the fear welling up inside her. It was these kind of thoughts that had felt her listless and paralyzed for so long, drifting through space waiting to die. No they were ok, Ember Glow was formidable magic user even by Twilight’s deictic standards. After all the Valkyrie’s defence grid was still operational, though this did mean it was impossible to scan inside the ship and that the teleport scramblers were active. She and Forge were going to have to go in blind.

Twilight frowned, she hadn’t actually considered that. What was Forge going to do?

“Twilight unit.” Forge’s voice came, much smaller in her mind than usual. What was walking towards her along the hull was tiny in comparison to the full article, but was unmistakably Forge. The main abdomen was practically identical to Forge’s hull with a single red eye midway down the front. The body was supported by a single set of backwards bending legs, and at least six arms were visible tucked up under the abdomen.

“Snazzy.” Twilight commented, “But won’t the defence grid prevent you from transmitting from your main body to this unit?”

“This unit contains a scaled-down version of my primary data core, I have transferred my primary cognitive functions for this mission.” Forge explained stepping into the airlock with Twilight, “For all intents and purposes this body is now Forge.”

“Excellent!” Twilight grinned, tapping the console she’s spent the last 15 minutes hot-wiring. The outer door clicked shut behind them. “Main computer seems to be offline but from what I can tell from here environmental controls seem to be still operational and…BLERK!”

Suddenly Twilight collapsed, hacking and coughing in wild fit. Forge rushed to her side, mind racing to work out what was possible causing this reaction. “Twilight unit?” He beeped nervously. On the ground Twilight was turning a ghastly colour, her entire body becoming bloodshot as veins bulged under the skin. Forge tried to telepathically read her but got nothing but a scramble back.

Forge couldn’t detect any unusual external stimuli and was about to smash down the outer door to get her out of there when Twilight’s body flashed with internal fire for half a second and she sat up. Twilight drew in a deep breath and began laughing. Forge noticed that her voice that her voice was noticeably deeper, for a moment he could not work out why then the two puzzle pieces slotted together in his mind.

“Oxygen.” Forge said, speaking with a long unused vocoder as Twilight pulled herself to her feet.

“I haven’t been in an atmosphere for millions of years.” Twilight grinned, “Not that I’ve needed to for a very long time but…yeesh! I’d forgotten my body would need a moment to adjust. I also forgot telepathy’s scrambled when the Valkyrie’s in maximum lockdown.” With a clunk the inner door opened, Twilight took a step forward but wavered on the door way. Between the defence grids scramblers and her own utter exhaustion Twilight felt more mortal than she done in aeons. It was scary. But there was no turning back now. Nothing was going to stop her now.

The Valkyrie: Tram Ride

The tram clunked and hissed as it trundled along towards the central sector terminus, it had taken a while to coax the machinery into life and Forge had need to plug himself into the motor for power but they would arrive without incident.

It would have been faster to them to fly down the track, Forges mini-body was fitted with repulsor-lifts, but considering the hazardous state of the ship internals the tram was safer since the trams were hermetically sealed.

Twilight was spread eagled across a few seats and was feverously devouring her 7th chocolate bar in a row. Forge had gently suggest taking some supplies from the mess they passed to reach the trams. Twilight had been initially sceptical, assuming that Forge was making a PMS joke on account of the previous incident, however having demolished several chunky chocolate bars she was feeling much better, both in relation to her rampaging hormones and not.

“You know something Forge?” Twilight pondered, “I’d actually forgotten how good eating was, not just the taste but the whole experience.” Twilight finished her last chocolate bar and started on a Derpy brand muffin, which decompressed from its dehydrated sate with a soft ‘flump’. Between mouthfuls Twilight continued, “There’s the texture, the smell, the sensation of swallowing, even the feeling in the pit of your stomach as the food settles.” Twilight rolled onto her back, brushing crumbs off her as she did so. “I know I don’t need food but it’s still strange to me that I just forgot about it. During the other times in my life where I went for long periods without eating I always looked forward to when I could go home for a proper meal…or at least somewhere where the plant life wasn’t toxic… or trying to eat me. Sorry I’m rambling.”

"You do not need to apologise.” Forge replied from his corner by the motor. “This is indicative of normal Twilight Unit behaviour, meaning you are returning to normal function in spite of chemical imbalances and exhaustion from the Nightmare Zone.” After a few moments Forge added, “I am glad you are well.”

Twilight peered cautiously at Forge. She did not want to have to deal with another meltdown, it had been sketchy enough last time, but Forge continued to sit quietly in his corner powering the motor. She considered saying something but instead just quietly smiled and lay back, relaxing under the rhythmic clunking of the motor and gently strobing lights from the tunnel.

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A short while later Twilight felt the tram slow, but knew instinctively that they had yet to arrive at the central sector. Opening her eyes from her meditation Twilight looked up so see the tram had reached a containment door that sealed the transit tunnel and blocked their progress.

“The door is not powered…” Forge said.
“And the system is quantum locked so we can’t transfer power from here.” Twilight finished. “Don’t worry I got this Forge.” Twilight reassured him, straitening herself up and facing the door. “My magic pool has regenerated from its reserves and after that little siesta I’m back in fighting form. This is a piece of cake.”

Twilight swept her wings open, body letting out an aura of power and sure enough the doors parted and were carried into their housing on a wave of telekinesis. Unfortunately the magic proved to be a bit too strong and with an ear-shattering crash the doors were driven into the outside walls . Twilight yelped, hooves grasping her ears as the cacophony echoed through the tunnel. Even Forge jumped in surprise at the huge crash, launching him into the ceiling of the tram.

“Whoops.” Twilight blushed as the compartment swung too and fro. “That was enough to raise the dead.”

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Unbeknownst to the two of them, Twilights crash was heard by a third set of ears. Far away down the tunnels and crawl-ways and corridors something stirred in the darkness. A vestigial maw twitched in surprise at the sound, the dark tendrils that spewed from it flicked, reaching out as it tasted minute magical scents carried on the ethereal plane. The creature rose on four legs each impossibly thin and long and twisted, and it cocked an eerily familiar head as it pondered this intrusion into its domain.

The Valkyrie: Central Sector

As they neared the Central Sector the state of the ship began to rapidly improve. Working lights became more common and sparking, damaged equipment less so.

The moment the tram pulled into the station Twilight bolted from the carriage, spreading her wings jumped through the air. She flew up and quickly surveyed the area; nothing unusual… but no one around either. In all honesty she hadn’t been realistically expecting any of her ponies to have been outside the central sector but it was still very much nagging her that she’d not had any indication the crew was still alive.

Twilight glided down ahead of Forge and set to work opening the door. Unlike the one in the transit tunnel the sector still had power and all it took was a wave of her hoof to trigger the unlocking sequence. Forge arrived just as the doors slid open and containment fields dropped, opening up the bay beyond.

“Why is there an antiquated airship parked up ahead?” Forge asked, pointing at the old hot air balloon sitting in the middle room ahead.

“This area used to be a hangar bay.” Twilight replied, “In fact the entire central sector is one of the older incarnations of the Valkyrie. It actually used to be able to detach from the rest of the ship but when the Crystal Heart failed we had reconfigure the entire power grid to keep all the magical systems working. Still, because it’s so reinforced makes a good area for all the ships vital command functions, plus heritage and stuff.” Twilight indicated the air-balloon again. “Same thing with that really, I’ve had that balloon since before I was an Alicorn. Kept it around for flying with friends.”

The two set off into the interior of the ship and after a few minutes the sound of their conversation and the clumping of Forges footsteps faded to silence. Soundlessly a dark shape dropped from the ceiling of the tunnel. It landed lightly and started probing the air and surfaces around it. It had just missed the interlopers, but it was close. It paused for a moment as a tendril waved through the traces of magic present before it raced away. It folded itself into a ventilation shaft and began slithering as fast as it could.

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Twilight felt a wave of calm breaking over her, the familiar surroundings leeching the stress for her body. The corridors were highlighted with stripes of white and burnished gold, giving it at warm and welcoming atmosphere, like stepping into a cosy house after a cold winter’s day.

With minimal effort she telekinetically pulled the bridges blast doors open and walked inside. There was no-one around. Twilight snorted in irritation but it wasn’t too big a deal. The fact that she’d been yet to see any of her ponies probably meant that they were locked up somewhere safe and out of danger.

Right?

“Ahh.” Twilight hissed, as a sudden jolt of pain ran through her forehead. Her head had been feeling achy on-and-off forma while now. It especially seemed to flare up when she used magic but not enough to really bother her until now. It passed quickly however, and twilight got quickly got back to work.

Twilight gave the bridge a quick visual check but it seemed to be relatively untouched. She could remember the days when bridge consoles had a nasty habit of exploding in ponies faces. Twilight wandered past several consoles reminding herself what each station did and as she neared them they would light up, screen displaying its relevant data. Sometimes it was almost funny how little the commend deck had changed over the years. The pony race, though inventive had always stuck to reliable technologies whenever possible. Applejack would be proud.

Darn tooting I am.
Oh great, the voices are back.
We never went anywhere silly!

Twilights attention was caught as a console in the Tactical section of the bridge began blinking. She quickly jumped over to it and let out a little sigh of relaxation. She’d sent Forge down to the primary engineering core to shut down the defence scramblers. As she see watched the systems shut off one by one she could feel the disruptions of the magical planes diminish, but they did not go entirely, her magic did feel off still. “That’s weird.” She thought, “Is it something else on the ship messing me up?”

Twilight tried to reach out with her magic and scan the ship for her Ponies but after about 12 meters her perception crumbled to static. Twilight bit her lip, this was becoming quite concerning. Sure she could just still be tired and stressed, it had been less than a day since they’d defeated the WCS, but twilight couldn’t help but feel uneasy. “Best add that to the list of things to be worried about.”

Further ruminations were cut off as the brides comm-link crackled into life. “Forge to Twilight, Do you read me Twilight?”

“I’m here Forge. How are you…?”

“You should come down here right now.” Forge said cutting her off. His grim tone cut through her like knife, “I’ve just found a pony but… ….she’s dead.”

The Dead

Forge waited quietly for Twilight to arrive, unsure of he should do in the presence of a dead body. He really wished Twilight had though to grab a comlink from the bridge before she rushed off, despite disabling the primary defence Scramblers he was still unable to establish telepathic contact with either Twilight or his primary body.

The junction area he stood in, just off the defence control substation, was littered with the detritus of the everyday lives of the crew that had lived here. Food packaging and data-pads lay in small heaps, discarded during the Hrath attack and subsequent time-shift. There was even a medical trolley tipped to one side, its load of hypo-sprays collecting dust in a corner. And there, laying in the centre of the room, was the dead pony.

Forge walked over to the cold, lifeless body. He’d decided not to disturb the body until Twilight arrived but it might be worth performing a quick autopsy. The dead pony was young, approximately 98cm tall and lacking the species distinctive flank markings, so definitely a juvenile. Morphology was indicative of female gender and Earth Pony subspecies. The filly had a gunmetal grey coat that closely matched the floor tiles starkly contrasted by a snowy white mane and tail.

The cause of death was quite obvious; the Filly’s back had a large patch of mottled skin splashed down the side, The Filly had been struck from behind by a directed energy pulse. It was a small consolation but Forge was pretty sure that they Filly would have felt no pain, the pulse had hit her directly in her spinal column and would have burnt out her brain stem instantly.

Forge twiddled his pincers as he moved round the body, there was nothing really more to be done. Was there? Nothing, but wait for Twilight to arrive.

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Twilight ran.

She ran and ran and ran.

“No.”

Twilight skidded as her hooves hit some black goo as she tried to turn a corner. The moment she hit the substance all friction went out from underneath her, she careened wildly and slammed into a science lab doorway. The door buckled under the impact but held and Twilight rebounded, hooves thundering to make up the lost momentum.

Somewhere in her mind the rational part of her brain asked, “What the heck was that?” but it was buried and ignored.

Corridors and doors blurred together as she raced through the ship. Her vision swam but it didn’t matter, guided by memory and instinct she descended closer and closer to Forges position. Closer and closer to the awful truth;

She’d failed someone.

Whoever it was she’d failed to save them.

And if she’d failed one…had she failed them all?

“No…no no no…no no please no…….please please please………”

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Forge straightened up and backed away from the body. Immediately he started scanning the space around him, checking every possible route of entry to the room. He’d just come to a very worrying conclusion.

He hadn’t felt the need to intensively scan the body, a visual examination had shown all the relative information needed and poking around in a dead body could be considered disrespectful and ‘not pissing off Twilight’ was still pretty high on his list of priorities. However by chance he’d glanced over at the body as he paced around the room and noticed something from the different perspective.
There was thin incision running all the way along the Filly’s spine. It started at the nape of the neck and ended just before the tail. He hadn’t noticed it initially as was pretty well hidden by the mottling and his top down perspective during the examination. Intrigued he’d performed a quick scan of the surrounding tissue, and that’s when it had hit him.

It was the decay of the cells.

Or rather; lack thereof.

It should have been obvious but he just hadn’t been looking. This could mean trouble.

The spell the mage Ember glow had devised to protect the Valkyrie was supposed to have frozen time for the ship while it lay protected in a pocket dimension, this had not quite worked quite according to plan, the principle itself was shaky and the proximity to a Chaos Star would not have helped.

Evidently from the state of the vessel some passage of time had occurred on the ship and although it was difficult to say how much, the time passed was defiantly more than enough to allow the decomposition of a corpse to take place. However the dead Filly showed next to no signs of cell decay, she had died very recently.

In addition to this Forge had discovered that mottling not the result of a directed energy blast, in fact he could find no discernible evidence of what had actually killed the young pony.

In conclusion he had a killer that operated through unknown means, a high probability that it was still in the area and body left displayed as…what a warning? A message? A trophy?

“What happened in here Twilight?” Forge thought to himself, eye flicking around. The shadows seemed that much darker now.

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Unseen something black and white twitched in anticipation, its ragged hair standing on end, black gooey saliva dripping from its tendrils. It crept towards where it knew they’d be, stick like limbs easily prizing open hatches as is slowly, stealthily worked its way forward.

Timing was everything, it was in no rush to attack. It had waited long enough for something to come along, it could wait a few more minutes for everything to fall into place.

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Twilight rounded the last corner and burst into the room, her eyes locking onto the still figure laying on the floor. Forge could only watch silently as Twilight partially collapsed and began to shudder.

Through breathy, strangled sobs Twilight cried out a name, “Nocturne!”

Then the dead Filly sat up. “Twilight?” It gasped eyes snapping open and homing in on Twilight’s and for a half a second the world seemed to stand still. “AUNTIE TWILIGHT!”

There was a blur of movement as the two ponies bounded towards each other. Nocturne vanished in puff of smoke and reappeared in front of Twilight, both of them going down in a tremendous hug. Twilight tightly wrapped her hooves then her wings around Nocturne, fearing if she let go the filly would somehow evaporate away into the darkness. Twilight began crying and laughing at the same time. A series of incoherent noises escaped her throat as she rocked back and forth, clutching the chilly little pony to her chest.

Eventually Nocturne managed to wriggle free and bring her face up to Twilight’s. “I knew you’d come.” She grinned, wiping tears from Twilights face “Some ponies said it was hopeless, but I always knew you’d come for us. HA! Ten years late for the rescue but you got here in the end!”

“T-Ten years?” Twilight croaked.

“Well one year up and about, nine in Cyro-stasis but…” Nocturne froze as she caught Twilight tone, her face crumpled as the meaning sunk in. “A bit longer for you then?”

“A bit.” Twilight said wiping her face. Twilight smiled an ‘everything’s ok now’ smile down at Nocturne and finally disengaged from the embrace. Breathing heavily she looked up and saw Forge staring at them somewhat dumbfounded, his arms akimbo and twitching slightly. “OH! Forge! This is Nocturne. Yes I know there no detectable life signs or brain activity but she’s a Fell Pony, that’s normal for her.”

Forge continued to stare for a few moments before uttering, “Magic?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Nocturne replied, her expression hardening somewhat as she regarded Forge. “And you are?”

“FRGE-110972 Lambda Series Starlord. You can call me Forge.” He replied, extending an arm in a friendly gesture. Nocturne looked at his extended limb like he’d offered her a dead kipper, luckily Twilight intervened before the situation could escalate.

“Forge has been helping me track the ship down.” She explained, willing Nocturne to not freak out. “I would have died at least half a dozen times if it weren’t for him. In fact I wouldn’t have even known the ship still existed.”

Nocturne regarded Forge suspiciously for a few more moments, in which Forge detected several quick telepathic transmissions between the two ponies, before Nocturne jaw suddenly dropped and she yelped, “You fought the WCS!?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Forge replied. “Its repaired prison is currently secured within my main body.”

Nocturne sighed slightly, then faced Forge properly and said, “Thank you for helping Auntie Twilight find us. You’re pretty badass,” She hoofed bumped his outstretched arm, “for a machine.”

“Well your tactic of hiding in plain sight was pretty ingenious.” Forge replied, retracting his arm, “For a dead pony.”

Nocturne turned and began saying something to Twilight who looked away down one of the corridors, following what the filly was saying. The moment the ponies looked away from Forge he realized something was very wrong. He didn’t know what it was that tipped him off, there was nothing on sensors, but in that one moment he knew without a doubt that something had just dropped down from the roof behind him.

Forge spun, whipping out his three left arms as he did so. His legs dipped down then up again as he put all his momentum into one almighty uppercut. His arms connected with the creature which was sent flying across the room where it crashed into the abandoned medical cart. Despite the force of the impact Forges blow was completely noiseless and the creatures landing made only the barest of sounds, despite detritus being thrown everywhere.

The creature reared back up instantly from its landing, Forge had never seen anything like it. It was quadrapedal, thin bone white limbs at least three meters long, covered in a diaphanous material that wavered and melded as the creature moved. The body, small and twisted compared to the limbs, was covered mess of dirty black and white hair tangled around twin bony spikes protruding from its shoulders. What was most bizarre was its head, there was very little of its face and skull visible behind the huge swarm of tentacles that spewed from its wide maw. One of the tentacles had whipped across Forges hull plating when he punched it, leaving a furrow just as easily as a fusion cutter could have. Whatever it was it didn’t register on any of his scanners and didn’t even produce disturbances in the atmosphere when it moved

Still noiselessly the creature whipped its tentacles aggressively and charged Forge. Forge released the safeties on his on-board weapons and launched himself towards the monster. He had to keep the creature away from the ponies, its tentacles could easily damage his armour and with Twilights magic on the fritz…

Suddenly, and greatly to his surprise, Forges body was enveloped by an indigo aura which froze and dragged him back. There was a puff of smoke and Nocturne appeared in front of the creature, front hooves waving. The creature flared its tentacles and ‘roared’ but it stopped its advance.

“Easy now Umbra!” Nocturne said assertively, “Its ok! It’s all ok now. Your safe, everyone’s safe now.” The creature continued to whip its tentacles aggressively but the movements were hesitant now. “Hey you remember me don’t you? You remember you little sister don’t you Umbra? These people aren’t your enemies.” The creature was barely moving now. Twilight slowly pushed past Forge and placed herself between Forge and the creature. Nocturne continued to talk soothingly, “Look! Auntie Twilights here! It’s all ok now, it’s all ok.”

A single tentacle unfurled itself from the mass and alighted itself upon Nocturnes forehead, where it remained for a few seconds twitching slightly. The two ponies held their breath as slowly, cautiously detached itself and placed itself upon Twilights forehead. Almost the moment it made contract the tentacle immediately withdrew and the creature vegan to violently convulse.

The two ponies backed up as the creature began to make retching motions, with every convulsion the creatures limbs twisted and became shorter and thicker. In spurts the tentacles were sucked back into the creature’s mouth, despite the fact that there should have been far less room in its torso to accomdate them.

With a final set of spasms the spikes retracted and bones clicked back into position. Left standing in the creatures wake was rather dazed, snowy white, adolescent male pony with a shaggy gunmetal grey mane. The pony blinked a few times, looked around then sighted Twilight. His face lit up and he bounded over to (still silently) Twilight who smiled and wrapped him in the second gigantic hug of the day.

“Ohh Umbra!...” Twilight gushed, “Yes I’m real…No I’m not angry at you, you were just trying to protect the others… aww you big softy.”

If Forge had been confused before he was utterly bewildered now. Twilight and Umbra were defiantly communicating but the other pony was still unnaturally silent and Forge could detect no telepathic activity between them. After a few moments he eventually formed a coherent thought and turned to Nocturne. “That’s your brother?”

“Yeah.” She replied.

“Is he a Fell Pony too?”

“No, he’s an Eldritch Pony.”

“Eldritch? As in…?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about it though, he perfectly safe now. Probably.” Nocturne looked sideways at Forge and grinned slightly. “Are you ok? Not going to explode are you or something?”

“No, I’m not going to explode.” At that moment Umbra came flying through the air and wrapped his hooves around Forge. Forge staggered slightly, his eye widening at the bizarre entity gratefully hugging him. “Probably.”

The Whispers

Calm, Calm... hmm...haaaa...Oh by the gods why does my magic still feel like this? Has it ever hurt so much before? Did tear something up inside when I fought the WCS? .....OK...OK hold it together Twilight. You can manage for now, You did it, you made it back to the ship, the crews safe. Just hold it together for a bit longer then see Ember and Doc about this when their awake. Just hold it together...

Keep it together Nocturne, She's back! You knew Twilight would come back for us! Everything is going to be OK now. Twilight can sort out everything, I'm sure she can sort out the visions. Twilight's always kept the nightmares at bay before. Just hold it together...

Friendship is strange. When did I decide I was so attached to these creatures? The small one doesn't even like me, yet I am glad that she lives. Not that this new, you have had many friends, some even as 'logic crisis' inducing as these ones. Despite everything... I want be here... Hold it together...

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̴͖̣͉ͪ͒͞ ̧͇̻̄ͦ͘ ̐̾ͤ̂͌̐ͫ́҉̣͕̜̻ ̧̰̪͓̻͖͎̖͎ͫͭ̄̍̊ͅ ̩͍̦̤̳̖̆̔̋̎̽̾͢ ̷̧̮̬̩͕̅ͫ̏̍ ͍̖̫̹́ͣ̽ͣ̿̂̌̽̚̕ ̡̛̙̦̒̈͛͊͂͜ ̻̞̩͇̋͐͆͌ͪͭ̂̎̎ ̴̵̟̖̘̟̲̾̍͝ ̷̼̳̖̪̻̓͂̐͛̆̏ͬͬ̎͞ͅf̴̴̡̹̘̼̳̠͈ͭ̀̔̇́̚ͅb̛̦͖͙͉̖͇͇̫̆ͨ̀̒͘͜v̑̋͋͑̎͛̇̒͡҉̼̯d̢̮̲̳̭̜̬̖̓ͮ͋͊͑̄̇͞fͧ͐̐͛҉̥͡ẕ̷̿̀͡ ̣̳̤͈̩̹̩̘̲̈́̾̌̉ͬ͛̀ ̟͙̟̦̲͔̥͍̉ͫͪ͊̄̂̉̌̚ ̢̰̥͍ͩͦ͋̒͒ͥ̽̂ ̴̰̦̭͎̰̯̜̙̩ͯ̚ ̛̹̣̋͡ͅ ̧̬̜̲ͫ͊ͪͭ̈ͪ̚̚ ͪͨ͏͓̻͓̠͇͡ ͚̥̗́̅ͣͫͯͭ ̧̣͍̅̀ͣ̋ͯ̌͘ ̧̟̹͖̰̜͍̟̞ͫ̈ ͖͚ͫ̈́͂̋̔͐̅̾ ̡̹̤͉̺͔̬̰͋͛ͧ̓ͧ̂̄̓f̖̱̱͖̼͂ͮ͝j̵̬̗͔͈̜ͧ̒ͥ͢h͇͈̭̻̰̟͍̝ͮ̐̎ͭͦͧ̽͑͛̕͠s̡̩̜̱̗͔͛ͬͭ͌̽̐̽ͥ͗͡a̸͈̗̼̙̟̎̒̂ͦ̃̃̎̕͞ ̤̩̻͍͙̄̉̂͞ ̣̦ͫ̽́ͭ́ͯ̍̂͘͝ ̛͍̙ͤ̈͛̐g̷͇̝͕̝̰̳͕̀͊̀i̲̝͎̠̖̻̭̒̾̄ͦ̑r̩̯̜͆ͬ̒ͪ͠͞s͍̫͊ͧ̍ͤ̈́̇̇u͂͏̴҉̱͕͎̭̟̬a̶ͩ̍̍҉̙͇͖v͍͍͇̿̍̐̊̋̓̌͒̒h̴̹̘̤͈̞̟͙ͮ̒̾ͣͩ̍͟s̸̳̰͓̖͔̙̽̑̀̕u͎͕̿ͧͥͧ͑̈͋̌̌v̱̩̞͉̘ͬ̊ͯ̈́́́̔̐̅ḇ̵̷͎͚͈̣̿ͬ̇ͫ̆͘ ̷̱͇̮͎̭͐̿ͫ̋̆͆̓ͥ͞ ̶̗̖̗̩̬̩̹̠ͮ́͡T̵̛͈̞͔̰̪̭̎̇̉ͮ͌͂ͮ̔Hͭ̾͆ͭͩͭ͊҉̛̱ͅE̻̣̙͍̱͖͓̺ͨ̀͆ͪ͆ͥͤ̽ ̵͖̝̫͙̟͙̲̺̎̓͜͡N̲͕̦͙̭̗͑͆̋ͬͫͫ̍̕ͅͅḮ̪̮͎̠̠͔ͯ̃̽̐̃͊̒̇͞͞G͒ͫ͐ͬͣ̄̒̔̆͏̼̣̣̰͓Ĥ̴̶̝̫̭̟̞̬ͦ̋̐ͥ͜T͉̫͔̩͙͉͇̲ͧ̍̒̔͆͆ͩ͂́͘ͅ ̴̤̻͓̭̤̝͒̄ͮ̽Ȅ̸̼̻͔̞̼̈́̽ͣ̾Ț̭̪̯̬̫̗̔̏ͥͮ̏ͪ͊̓E̶̞̖̱͍̳͔̗̝ͧͬR̭͍͔̣̠̙̹͖ͯ̐̇͌Ń̷̠͉̤̼̬̞ͮͭͫ̍͢A̝͐L̶̝͍ͤͦ̿̀̚̚ͅ ̫̖̤͚̻͈̙̱͇̌͗̊ͭ͛̇̚Ĭ̴͇̠̰͉̜͔̊̿̔̓͆͠ͅS̒ͤ̋͒͗ͣ̃ͬ͊͏̹͖͚̲̮̜͔̀ ̤̤̫̜̙̥̼ͩ̊̄̽̔ͣ͊C̷̖̲͇ͭͨ́ͣ͝O͎̲̒̾́͛̇̉̂͢M̡̖͚̠̺͈̤̼̊͛̊̄̿ͮ̈́ͫ͠ͅI̛͚̰̫̬͌̊͘͠N̨̞̱͕̩̭͔͚͎̏̄͑̅̋ͨ͊̽́G̰͓͕̋̊̌̓̀ͧ̀ ̰͇̲̭̺̹̑̊ͮͬ̔ͪ̔ͥ̀̚
̸͍͙̖̖̼̱̤̆ͩͧ̂̓ͪͯ̆͗ż̸͓̜̝̯̰̘̝̽̽̈͑̕͞f̡̼̙̽̀͘l̡̝̦̦͉͙̫͈͖̍͒̽b̡̹͍͂ͤ̀a̟͍̿ͬ̍̃̑;̨ͫͨ̌̊҉͇̗̠g̢̹̝͕̜͖ͫ̂̃̐ͩ͒͗̕ń̨̫͔̰͈͓̉ͪ̈̇͑d̹̮͖̄̃ḽ̠̖̻̺̱̦̈̏ͯ̒́̋b̭͓͔͖̲̰̓ͣͩͣ̀̑͑ͨ̓̀͠n̷̼̗̭͈̮̬ͤ͑̉ͯ̕͠v̩̼̬̘̠͚̮̳̽̌̔͡͡ ͙̊ͭ̿̈́̒̒͗͛͝k̷̩̮̦̗̼̃̅a͇̙͈̗͓͈̩̿ͨ́͝s̎͑҉̨̫̗̰̝̀ġ̡̈́̌͋ͭͦͥͨ̚͏͇̣̦̫̳̗̠̙̀j͈̥̒ͮ͐̅ͪ͐͘̕b̩̙̼̊͒̀͑̄͂̚ą̪̭̔̏ͩ̈̑͡s̑ͩ͊̾͒͏̦͇̲̞̀͢l̹̏̎̅̽ͅŗ̧̩̼͈̺̪̩̦̦̮́̃̔͗̌ͮ̾̂̏͡g͍͓͚̦̬͚͚͌ͫ̇̑̂̚bͧ҉̰̫͇̠͔͕̦̕ͅͅ ̸̢͇̰̗̮͔͓̦̎̋̇ͭͥa͆̓̎̀͋̍̀҉̙̲̙̝̠͖ͅo̬̽̑̉̚ī̵̖̟̝̟̩̣̎ͨ̿ͫͫ͊ͤ̇̕t̘̭̣̣̖̠̊̀̈́ͬ͋̅ͬ͑̊̕r̳̟̳̜̿̔̍̈͢g̘͉̗̉̓̃̌ų̦͔̪̖̦͚͈̓̓͂̑ͭ̇́̕s͙̩͙̲͈̤̘̭͔ͭͧj̷̱̞̲̣̫̰͕͔͂͒̽̈͒͞gͤͯ̾̅҉͎͢ ̶̿̎͋͛͏̸͖͔̺̫̘͎ḩ̮͈̟͉̅̄̌͋͌͗ͩ͢͞g̒̚͏̧̯̪̺ă̵͉̙̝͐̓͝͝s̸̫̹̣͇̩̩͚̥̅͑̑ͮ̈́͠g̷̷͉̳̺̰̥̻̺̹̐͆̿̅̌ͅh̝̭̬̃ͤ̐̍̊l̏̎̑̇̏̓͏͈͡s̴̠͚ͣͤ͝͞a̢̦̠͖̱͇̘͐͝b͎͚͓ͧ̏͒͂̓̂̽́̅v̡̞̹̬ͨ̅ ̇ͪͅi͛͛̆̈́̇͐ͨ͛͏̻̗͔̜̤̟͉a̷̢͇̞̫͇͂̍͘ű̧̯̘͖̜̮͕̠͑ͫͩ͋̓ͫ̈́g̵̥͈̹̦͎̩̖̔͑̃b̎ͫ͝҉̲̹̥į̴͔̣͙̳̣̜̦̐̀̂ͨ́ả̵͔͔̮̘̼̔͑̽͌ͧ̎́͢b̬͍͒̈̄a̮̭͓̥͖̰̓͗̍d̴̡̩̠͛͆ͬ̍̔̆ͧͣ̂ś̡̝̭̣͙̤̥̂ͩ̐̂ͣͨͭ͢͝b̨̛̦̮̠̼͕͑̔͒̈́̅ͦͅ
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̉͒̾͂͊͋ͪ͆҉̤̰͔͉̞̉͒̾͂͊͋ͪ͆҉̤̰͔͉̞H̢̭̪̪̼͍͖͉ͥ̽Ȏ̳̗̫͚̩̰͍̘ͬͥ̍̒ͮ͒͆̅͟͠L̷̩̻̠̦̼̬ͯͩ̏̚D̗̺̙̤͍͔͖̥̭̿̌́ ͉͎̗̮̞͍̀̔̂ͨ̒̌̂ͮ̓͠I͙̞̖̱͇ͩ̇̈Ṫ̢͓̠̘̠̹͋̆͛͊̅ͯ̄͌͘ ͈̩̋͋̐͟͠T͚̼̫͉̋̑̈́̎͂͌̿O̷͉͉̖̥̱͆̓̽́ͦͧͤ́͐G̻͎͂̂͐̔̇͜Ë͙̦̓ͮ͂͒͌ͅT͚̀ͮ͆̐͒͑̀H̛͎̼͛̇̔ͤ͟E̴͕̼̮͖̫̟ͥ͛ͩͬ̓ͦ͠R̡̩͖̝͉̬̰̬ͯ̉̀̒́ ̺̘̄ͮ̈́̉̕͢ ̥͍ͤͬ͌͐̅͒͊̃̀͘͘

The Tree

As it turned out Twilight had walked right past the entrance to the Valkyrie’s Cryogenics lab twice. Situated just behind the Bridge, the entrance to the lab had been fitted with the last working perception filter meaning Twilight hadn’t given entrance a second glance.

Within the room, the cryogenic pods hung like giant fruit from a strange tree. Giant branches spit from the central trunk, sub-diving out again and again. The smooth organic structure pulsing with eerie blue light as magically charged super-coolant was pumped through the life pods like a beating heart supplying blood to organs.

Twilight walked around the central control area studiously checking over all of the life support equipment needed to safely start thawing out the crew. It was going to be a long and laborious process to wake the crew up. Uneven time dilation from the rift had wrought havoc across most of the ship and while this room was the most well shielded area of the ship, mostly due to the remaining shards of the tree of harmony embedded in the core, but Twilight was taking no chances.

For a moment Twilight closed her eyes and tried to feel the great power pulsing at the heart of the tree. It was there, she could feel it, but like her own powers if felt alien and just out of her reach.

Just as Twilight finished double checking the last computer bank she felt the slight change in air pressure that indicated Nocturne teleporting in. “All pods checked.” The Filly reported, “Everything good up here?”

“Yeah, we can start thawing out the heads of staff as soon as the other two get back.” Twilight replied, “Good work Noc. Just while we’re alone… you are ok aren’t you?” Twilight asked, “It’s just that…well the state of you and your brothers Cyro-pod is a little concerning.”

Nocturne glanced over at the two pods set into a wall away from the main bay. Though largely undamaged it was obvious that her door had been forced from the inside. “That?” Nocturne said, waving a hoof dismissively, “Well you’ve spent the last half hour getting the computers working again, silly thing wouldn’t release the lock when I sensed the ship drop back into real space.”

Twilight looked hard at Nocturne. What she was saying was true and a perfectly reasonable explanation. It didn’t explain however why her brothers door had been ripped off its hinges with such ferocity or why Twilight had seen Nocturne tremble ever so slightly when she’d re-entered the Cryo-bay.

Before Twilight could press the subject Forge suddenly appeared next to the platform hovering on his repulsor-lifts, Umbra happily perched on Forges head. “All systems are nominal.” Forge said landing with a loud ‘clang’. Umbra jumped off and smiled at Twilight, blinking several times as he did so.

“Umbra says that Chief Engineer Talon is going to be super exited to talk to you when he wakes up.” Twilight translated. Umbra flicked his ear and Twilight giggled, “Provided he doesn’t try to take you apart first for touching his machines!”

The Thaw. Part 1

The crew chiefs were slowly making their way back to consciousness. Emphasis on the slowly.

Of the nine pods being defrosted four of the crew had managed to hit the release catches, though this was more likely from reflex twitching as the visible crew rolled around gargling and flapping limbs. Normally the defrosting sequence was a lot faster and involved a lot less drooling but to check for side effects Twilight had set the equipment for safety mode, at least until she’d woken up more of the medical staff. For such a long Cyro-sleep the crews brains had been steeped in drugs and deep rooted magic from the Tree so naturally they’d be more than a little out of it.

Twilight watched bemusedly as Interstellar Winds,the head of astrometrics and navigation, let out a massive yawn and, eyes clamped shut, began extending his left primary wing. He was a Greatwing pony so his wing stretched out and out till the tip was well passed the open door adjacent pod. There was crackle of stiff bones and the impressive wing structure swept backwards straight into the face of Araya Flux, his wife and Head of Science Division.

The petit unicorn let out a tiny drowsy “noooooooo” as the soft mass of feathers gently flumped into her face pushing her back down into the pod. After a few seconds the “Nooo” was replaced with gentle snoring and Stellar‘s secondary wings began fluttering contentedly having located his spouse.

“Those two are always funny.” Twilight giggled to Forge who had so far chosen not to comment on the delirious gaggle before him. “He’s not much more sophisticated when he’s awake.”

“I don’t know what she sees in him” Nocturne said looking on with a mixture of amusement and mild disgust as a large dollop of drool rolled down Steller’s chin. Umbra made a gesture at this this point but no-one was looking at him so his witticism was lost to the ages.

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Ember Glow dreamt of fire and darkness.

She had this dream often, in her dream she sat alone in vast blackness in front on a small candle. Strange things moved in the void around her, Faceless black things

While for many the thought of being alone in a strange place surrounded by goodness-knows-what things would have been frightening or at least unnerving, Ember was calm and content. The candle in front of her though small had a warm fuzzy glow to it that made her feel safe and she could sit and stare mesmerized by the flicker and undulations of the flames for hours.

While it was perfectly reasonable it be a little bit afraid of fire, Ember had never seen it that way. Obviously it was dangerous, possible one of the oldest primal dangers in the universe, but it was also one of the purest incarnations of life itself.

Without heat and energy from the stars life itself would have never sparked into existence in the primordial ooze and crawled its way to land. Without fire the most ancient ancestors of pony-kind would never have taken their first faltering steps towards civilisation. Millions of years later it would be fire from the stars that was harnessed to propel the first spacecraft from the surface of Chordata into the universe beyond.
So as Ember sat there watching her candle she wasn’t afraid. Oh sure she was still surrounded by formless, faceless, black things but they really weren’t anything terrible. She didn’t bother them, they didn’t bother her and sometimes they came over and sat for a while to appreciate the subtle beauty of the candle.

Today something felt different.

Ember shuffled in slightly closer to the candle as something approached. Unlike the things that normally lurked around her in this dream the figure had a form and a face. She felt like she should recognise the figure but she couldn’t focus properly on any of the features.

The figure walked up to her with a great big friendly grin plastered across its face and for a moment Ember wondered if she was getting worked up over nothing. The grin never wavered for a moment as the figure adjusted its clothes, hunkered down and blew out the candle.
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The Thaw. Part 3

With a flourish of vapour the end pod flipped open and Daktari Hex strode out, apparently completely unfazed by the stasis aftereffects. The Zebra coolly flicked her hair from her face and took in the few gently squirming chief officers lying in their pods before her eyes met with the expectant gazes of Twilight and company.

“Ah! I should have known you three misanthropes would be here to greet me when I woke up!” Boomed her deep sonorous voice as she strode over and clamped her hooves around Twilight. “I hope this isn’t the afterlife. I was promised sunshine and buff colts with cocktails as far as the eye can see.”

Twilight squeaked slightly under the iron grip of her Chief Medical Officer. “Good to see you as well Daktari, unfortunately your stuck here with us for the time being. Feeling delicate please let go.”

Daktari Hex obligingly released Twilight, not before one final squeeze from her muscular frame. “Well I guess being stuck here with you is the next best thing. Looking ravishing as ever Princess!” The Zebra smiled with a bite. She turned to Umbra and Nocturne then made a hoof-gesture which the two unearthly ponies copied, bowing their heads slightly. “Ra’tavoria Darkling’s, I knew you’d keep us safe while we slumbered. No major upsets while we slept I presume?”

“Ra’tavoria.” Nocturne answered the greeting, raising her head back up. “Umbra tried to eat Twilight and her new robot friend.” Nocturne gestured to Forge who’d been standing back and trying to look as little intimidating as possible, which is hard when you’re a large insectoid machine. “Guess machine boy had him confused.”

Umbra waved his hooves in protestation but Daktari had fixed her eyes level with Forges eye. “Well hello there big boy!” Forge blinked his eye, suddenly enraptured by the being that stood before him. In that moment the zebra had become the most gorgeous, sultry, beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

“Stop that.” Said Twilight, Forge vaguely aware of her rolling her eyes in the background.

All his attention however has focused on Daktari. Her hair was as black as the void yet shone like starlight. Her eyes were palest green. He felt himself sway from side to side her she walked towards him wiggling her able hips as she did so. Forge looked upon her smiling face and felt such warmth that he never wanted to be anywhere else. In fact he…

“Hex!” Twilight barked, her voice sharp and authoritive. “I said stop it.” Daktari swung round and it was suddenly like a fog had been lifted from Forges mind. He even staggered slightly as he tried to process what just happened, CPU whirring fairly loudly for those with sensitive enough ears.

“Ohh Twilight! Let me have a little fun after being cooped up so long. It’s not every day…” Hex was cut off by Twilights burning glare as she turned to face the princess. Twilight stood right in Daktari’s face, eyebrows knitted, wings slightly flared. For a moment the two looked at each other before Daktari wilted under the pressure.

“Yes Princess. Sorry Princess.” Daktari stuttered out, eyes dropping to the floor dejectedly.

In an instant Twilight’s annoyance crumbled. Her whole body sagging as she clamped a hoof onto Daktari’s shoulder and said; “Oh no no no, I’m sorry. It’s been a REALLY long day ok?”

Daktari looked back and smiled, her aura of confidence and power immediately back up. “It’s going to take more than that to hurt my feeling. But you are of course right, I will contain myself,” Daktari leaned to the side and winked at Forge, “For now at least.”

Twilight rolled her eyes again but let out a small chuckle as she indicated the pods behind her. “Now would my Chief Medical officer kindly get on with her job?”

Suddenly the picture of a professional Daktari Hex nodded and strode to her fellow officers. Twilight walked up to Forge and patted his shoulder as he suspiciously regarded the Zebra as she went about her work. “Don’t be embarrassed.” Twilight comforted, “She has that effect on everyone the first time you meet her.”

Umbra made a few gestures indicating that she seemed to forget that little fact every time she met someone new. Nocturne translated for Forge then grumbled, “I would have thought she had better tastes.”

“I am fine.” Forge replied. “I do not feel embarrassment.” Twilight raised an eyebrow at this, but grinned slyly a few moments later when Forge telepathically transmitted to her: “Please don’t let her do that again.”

“Sorry Forge.” Twilight beamed back, “You’re on your own.”
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A short while and a flurry of greeting, hugs and few tears later the nine Chief Officers stood assembled and ready for action.

Ember Glow, Commander of the ship and greatest Unicorn sorcerer of the age, already had her nose buried in a data-pad reviewing preliminary information. She hadn’t even bothered to sort out her frizzy orange hair yet which stuck out at rakish angles from her head.

Daktari Hex, still radiant despite the intensive work, looked between each of the crew members making sure there were no suddenly side effects of their thawing.

Lieutenant Talon, an imposingly framed griffon engineer, alternated between discussion with Ember and throwing fascinated glances at Forge.

Chief of Operations Aurora stood tucked in behind Talon. The shy Technomancer was also deeply fascinated by the ancient robot but for the time being was only peeking at him from the confines of her locked up bodysuit, twin turquoise glows peeping out from a crack in her carapace.

Interstellar Winds and Araya Flux were already bickering, as was normal for the Greatwing and Unicorn couple.

Helmsmen Thaxis lurked behind the couple, flicking between different forms as a barely visible film of love energy flowed from the two. Cryo-sleep was especially rough on Changelings, and Thaxis was siphoning as much food as possible not only for him but also for the other changelings yet to be woken.

The two remaining Officers were in conversation with Nocturne and Umbra. Steel Bastion, Head of Security, towered above the group standing like a silent stone monolith. His massive battle scarred frame a testament to the unyielding determination and strength that had carried the Earth ponies to the end of time.
His brother, smaller but equally battle worn, was the Chief Tactical officer. Bronze Spear was probably the only pony in the crew who was openly pleased to hear that virtually nothing remained outside this spaceship, and after all they’d been through Twilight couldn’t blame him.

“Ladies, gentlecolts, my friends!” Twilight announced, her loyal crew instantly snapping to attention. “We’ve come far, and you’ve done well. This won’t be the first or last time I say this but I want you all to know how deeply, profoundly proud I am of all of you.” A mummer of warmth passed through the crowd. “I wish there was time for us to properly relax but we’re currently sitting in a wreck of a ship with no idea of what will lie in store for us. I wish I could say that there is nothing but darkness and black holes out there, I wish I could say we were finally safe, but considering what little I’ve told you already of what it took to get here we need to be ready yesterday.”

Twilight looked at each of the expected faces in turn and felt warmth spread through her bones. “Well what are you waiting for? Hex and I will sort out the crew, the rest of you get to work!”

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN!”

The Distant Sound of Drums (Part 1)

Author's Note

Hello Friends!
I am still alive!!!

Past few monks I've been bogged down with course work and exam revision but now i have more free time i should be able to sum up the motivation and inspiration to keep going

So to continue my tradition of fucking stupid cliff hangers heres a teaser for the next chapter

The Distant Sound of Drums (teaser)

(2500 years after the time of the Mane 6)
(Last day of the Tellos War)

The planet Arcana 4 hung like a jewel, its red volcanic surface glowed like a furnace. Magma streams criss-crossed and mixed across the surface in an ever shifting web of fiery oranges and deep bronzes. The surface light filtering through and reflecting through a thick celestial ring that shimmered with a hundred different colours and flowed with sparking electric plasma streams. The whole system seemed to morph and reorder with a life of its own as if it were the beating heart of some great ethereal creature.

It was by far the grizzliest sight Sergeant Solar Spear had ever seen.

The Distant Sound of Drums (Part 2)