Audio File #12

"This is Deadshot. We are currently pin downed by Cabal. Our Titan is injured immensely and require immediate evacuation. I don`t know how long we can hold out. Mystic, our Warlock, is run down from defending our location. But, nonetheless, we found it. Down in this, Celestia-forsaken tomb, we found the Core. We just nee-"

The audio file cut out, leaving the chattering of static. Cona dropped the audio case and sighed. Dammit. They were the best! Dammit! Cona slammed his hoof into the ancient stone floor, chips flying off. Steam was practically flowing from his nostrils. He plopped on his haunches and buried his hooves in his lap. He powered his horn and pulled off his round-like helmet, setting it next to him. Cona levitated the audio file into his saddlebags and stood up.

"Sir, we found another audio file." Cona perked up and spotted the data in the Pegasus` hoof. He snatched it and searched for the button. He saw a black button on the bottom and the audio file powered up.

Audio File #10

"Tank... I dont know... Its just... What if she doesn't like me back?"
"Mystic was always the one for mares."
"Yeah... But..."
"Just ask her... It might work."
"Alright, I`ll ask.
"Trust me... Do you trust me?"
"Yes... I do."
"Mystic is smart and will find out that you are the perfect mare for her."
"Thanks."
"Oh yeah, ever put me in this situation again... I will kill you for real this time"

The audio file, once again, powered down and left static. Cona threw it in his saddlebags, finding its place in the stash inside,and started walking for the exit. Several scientist looked on, analyzing old tech and ancient stone. He shifted his helmet back on his head, his muzzle resting in his protected coffin. Conas duster blew around in the breeze, the cool summer air brushing against it. He scanned around, spotting a few drop ships and picked one.

Trotting towards a ship, a orange hoof stopped him." What`s the status of the Core and the Guardins?"

"Deceased." Cona said with grief in his voice.

The commander looked on and stood there, thinking about the obvious problem.The orange pony sighed in frustration and stormed off, tripping on a rock along the way. Cona slipped on the dropship, setting his haunches on one of the plenty of seats and flew off, thinking about if he could have saved them. On the way, he pulled out the last audio file they found and started it.
Audio File #7

"Tank... I`m worried about Deadshot."
"Why, she seems perfectly fine to me."
"She`s been... acting weider than usual."
"How weird?"
"She`s been fidgety."
"Probably drugs."
"Tank! This is serious!"
"Alright, Alright... I`ll talk to her."

The audio file ended abruptly, filling the ship with static. Cona sighed, dropping the memory player on the ground. It clunked, hitting the floor of the ship, echoing throughout. He could barely hear over the engine, its rumbling making him unable to concentrate. The ship flew into lightspeed, finding its way into space and out into the unknown...

The scientists were poking around. Their horns buzzing, magic fields picking up 'evidence'. One scientist was analyzing a pile of rubble, looking for atleast a peak of something interesting. She rested her hoof on a rock, and realized it wasn`t a rock. She frowned and tried pulling it, groaning in the process. She pulled hard enough and tumbled over, falling backwards and onto her flank. She sighed and powered her horn, particles of magic floating about. It latched on to the odd object and levitated it out...

Author's Note

Prologue! You will find out once the chapter comes out! Hope you enjoyed and Become legend!