Author's Note

Little plot bunny that I had running around my head that begged to be written. Also at the suggestion of a reader, and as I should have done so in the first place, here is a link to my fanfiction.net page so you can read the New Destiny series and find out a bit about Kerra at the beginning of things.

Chapter 1

Warrior, Spartan, Demon, Savior, Lover, Wife, Mother, Sister, Hero, Goddess.

Kerra "Tails" Prower had been called these things and many, many more over the centuries.

But there was one that no matter what, no matter who it was, that she preferred.

Friend.

She knew that she was unbelievably powerful. The fact that her link with Chaos had allowed her to live for over ten thousand years (she had lost count on the specific number millennia ago) was one that weighed heavily on her.

Another was that the very race that she had helped to protect over the millennia was now effectively extinct.

In the small one room hut that she was walking up to now on what was once the crown jewel of the human civilization, Earth, was the last living mortal in the entirety of the universe. And she was dying.

Kerra's heart ached for the young girl, not even a teenager, who lay inside as her body wasted away from a severe case of radiation poisoning that was the result of a centuries old nuclear device detonating nearby. Had she been on Earth even a few days prior, she might have been able to help the young girl.

Now, the most she could do is make the child as comfortable as she could in her last days.

Leaning her back up against the wall of the hut, the vulpine anthro sighed.

"I guess I spent too much time searching the universe. In less than two centuries the Tauri have gone from one of the most powerful galactic civilizations, far out stripping the Alterans in both size and accomplishments, to this one fragile life that is about to end due to the foolishness of her ancestors." She thought as she moved inside.

"I'm so happy that you came back Goddess." The young girl said in a shaky voice.

"I am too child. I just wish I had come earlier." Kerra replied as she sat next to the futon the girl rested on.

"It's okay Goddess. Even if this hadn't of happened, I would have been lucky to survive a few more years as it was. This way I can see Mommy and Daddy and my sisters again." The girl replied, before being racked by a coughing fit.

Kerra smiled sadly as she changed the damp cloth on the girl's forehead for a cool one.

"A child should never have to live with the knowledge that she won't survive like this one. Walkers, grant this child a peaceful passing, and a joyous afterlife." Kerra thought as she watched the life dim slowly in the young child's eyes.

"Will you remember me Goddess?" The girl asked quietly.

"I will child. Now you need to rest." Kerra replied as she smoothed out the blankets covering the tiny body before her.

The child nodded and closed her eyes. Kerra's sensitive hearing told her the moment of the girl's passing.

She felt something break in her at that moment.

All of the frustration, sadness, and heartache of the last ten thousand years came pouring out as tears streamed down her face and anguished wails echoed in the small space.

After what seemed like hours, her supply of tears exhausted, Kerra carefully picked up the now cool body in front of her.

Stepping outside she walked slowly towards a small rise where she had already prepared the grave for the young girl.

Setting her body down gently on the dried grass, Kerra pulled the supplies that she had prepared a couple of days earlier out of her subspace pocket.

After wrapping the body in a shroud and placing it in the small tomb of marble, she placed the cover stone that contained a stasis field generator that would run off a small but powerful fusion generator that would last for centuries. As a headstone, she placed a plinth that contained a holographic projector and its own reactor.

Cleaning herself off and straightening her clothing, she activated the plinth’s recording feature.

“One this site, lays Tayla Kinson. She was the last human being to live in the universe. She left the mortal coil far, far too quickly. To any civilizations that rise from the ashes in this universe, let the loss of this innocent soul to the weapons of war be a lesson:

Even those who can reach the stars can fall back to the ground that bore them.”

Ending the recording, Kerra set it on a loop that would not only play at the site itself, but also broadcast on every possible frequency out into space at high power.

With a sigh, the vixen tapped into her store of Chaos energy and disappeared from the hilltop in a flash of green.

Appearing in a room filled with computers from a bygone era and a massive ring, she moved to one of the computers and entered several commands quickly before moving to the device that sat in the center of the room.

The red warning lights located around the room began to flash as the inner part of the ring began to move and the lights that lined it lit up in sequence.

As the final light began to glow, a massive splash of energy and an odd mechanical sound issued from the ring before the energy settled into an ever shifting puddle.

Taking one last look around the room, Kerra spoke to herself as she was prone to doing.

“So many adventures started here in this room. I guess that it is fitting that I’m leaving for my last one from here.”

With a small smile she turned to the device that rested in the center of the room, the last Gate Buster weapon in existence.

Keying in the activation sequence, she armed the device and started the countdown before heading towards the event horizon at the top of the steel ramp.

Running her fingers across the surface, she turned around to face what was once the control room of Stargate Command. Snapping to attention, she gave a crisp salute one last time before stepping through the gate and leaving the planet Earth for the final time.

Seconds after she stepped through the gate, it shut down. Unobserved by anyone the timer on a weapon powerful enough to destroy a device that had survived for over twenty thousand years continue it countdown, until it reached zero.

Then, in a flash of tritium enhance nuclear hell-fire, the Stargate and the mountain base that it rested in, were destroyed.

The Void

Kerra stepped through the gate into a station that she had constructed untold years ago. Moving towards the windows that opened into the infinite blackness that was intergalactic space, she looked out over the spiral galaxy known as the Milky Way.

‘Its gotten darker since the last time I was here.’ She thought as she looked out at the indeed dimmer galaxy.

Steeling herself, she stepped away from the glass and moved towards the lift that would take her into the bowels of the station.

As she descended, she observed the many ships that she had built, salvaged and captured arrayed around the station. Some she had a sentimental connection to like the Blue Typhoon and Serenity. Others were merely spoils of war that she wanted hidden away, some that were rare or one off designs, or in the case of one, a gift from the Asgard High council that was left for her to find before the fall of the race.

Entering the storage level of the station she moved quickly towards a platform in the center of the room.

“Lavender, is everything prepared?” She called out.

“Yes, ma’am. Everything is ready. Just give the word.” A highly distorted voice replied from the speakers.

Lavender was the last AI that Kerra had made nearly a century ago. Despite the advances that she had made over the last millennia, Rampancy was an unavoidable issue with AIs.

“Very well, if I am going to do this, I am going to be wearing my armor. Do me this one last favor?” She asked as she stood on the edge of the platform.

“Of course. Engaging MJOLNIR assembly routine.” The aging AI replied.

The platform opened up to reveal a pair of heavy boots that the vixen stepped into. Slowly mechanical arms rose up from the floor and descended from the ceiling holding pieces of the legendary MJOLNIR power armour. Due to the slow speed at which the AI was able to process and send instructions, the assembly was done with an almost reverent care.

Once the last piece of armour was secured, a pair of arms held out the helmet to the Spartan which she took with equal reverence before speaking.

“Lavender, initiate WHITE GLOVE Protocol. Rest easy with your sisters my friend.”

“Yes ma’am. I shall hope to see you once again on the other side.” Lavender replied before white noise filled the station.

Bowing her head, Kerra moved towards a console and shut of the speakers before moving deeper into the storage bay.

Her heavy footfalls echoed strangely in the silence, she donned her helmet and with a series of blinks and eye twitches, music began to flow through her helmet’s speakers.

Reaching her destination, she strode towards a console that lay near a sturdy altar. Keying in an activation sequence and turning a key caused a countdown to appear on every monitor in the room and a protective shield to retract from a small red button.

Kerra contemplated the button for a moment as the song began to reach its crescendo before pressing it and starting the countdown.

Climbing onto the altar, she lay back and locked all of her armour’s articulation.

Once the song faded into silence, the countdown struck zero and a prompt appeared on her helmet’s heads up display:

Voice activation required

This was her last chance to back out, but licking her dry lips she spoke:

“This conflagration is my legacy to you.”

Then she knew nothing more as the most powerful weapon she had ever designed, the planet killing Nova, detonated, turning the station into a funeral pyre.

Across the Multiverse,

The world known as Terra was home to many different races that for the most part, lived in peace. This was mostly due to the fact that one nation was ruled over by two demigoddesses who controlled the very celestial bodies that allowed life to flourish there. However this nation, known as Equestria, played host to a demigod that used reality as his personal plaything, twisting the very essence of an individual just for his own amusement until he was stopped nearly two millennia ago by the Royal Pony Sisters who wielded the fabled artifacts known as the Elements of Harmony.

However after the schism between the Sisters, and the Elements falling inert for a thousand years, caused the seal holding back the Chaos God known as Discord to weaken, until it finally failed after a certain three fillies began to argue amongst themselves at the base of the mad god’s prison.

In a shower of shattering stone, the Draconequus stretched out his mismatched arms before taking a look around.

“My, my. This will not do at all. All neat and orderly, where is the Chaos? Where is the Disorder?” He questioned as he observed the gardens around him. “Hmmm. It seems that I will have my work cut out for me dealing with Tia and Lulu. Maybe a little help will speed things along.” He said to himself as a twisted smile stretched across his face.

Opening himself up to the fabric of the multiverse, he cast out his senses looking for just the right candidate.

“Ah, there we are. This one shall do fine.” He said finally as he pulled the being that he had selected towards his universe. “It will take them sometime to get here though. Might as well get started.” He said with a shrug.

Several hours later, a wave of harmonious energy spread across the world, restoring everything that had been twisted during Discord’s rampage.

In the Manehatten’s Central Park, a young pegasus mare with a cutie mark of an emerald and sprocket was found several hours later as the residents of the city checked for any injured persons.