The Meta

Freddy Fazzbeer's

Fire Storm was tending the bar when a brown Pegasus stallion with a gray mane walked in.  He was wearing chain mail armor  and a faded brown ( facing the screen, the one on the left ) duster over it, he also had a one handed long- sword on his back and kite shield strapped to his arm.  He walked up to the bar and sat pulled up a stool to sit on.

"Bar tender! some service please", he called out in a deep gravely voice.  Fire put the glass he was polishing down and walked over.  " What can we retrieve thou?"  The stallion looked down in thought for a second.

"I'll take a whisky on the rocks."

"Any preferences?"

"Diablo's espada de fuego, if you have it." Fire Storm turned around to fetch the drink with a nod.  "Before I forget, I'm Quick Draw, the sheriff of the town guard.  You called about the bounty for Burning Legion. Did somepony finally bring him down and/ or in?"

Fire handed the Pegasus his drink "Five bits and he hasn't returned just yet. Also we are uncertain as to whether he is a pony or not" The sheriff looked at Fire Storm confused. Fire picked up on this look and explained. "He is six foot six inches and wears white armor and his helmet is mainly yellow, oh what is the word.... ah yes, polarized glass. At least we think that tis the word. Pardon, our mind was drifting. The armor is an odd sort."

"Odd, how so?" he inquired.

The bar tender paused to gather his thoughts.  "Oh how do we put this.  The armor, tis not made for a pony, nor was it made by any species we  know of.  The armor is, for lack of correct terms, too perfect."  Fire sighed and rubbed the back of his head.  The armor shows no sign of being forged and hammered.  Sure there are dents and scratches in the armor but thou can tell they are from battles past.  A second reason being, there are no naturally white metals known to any races.  The only painted part of the armor are yellow accents here and there."

"Well that is certainly odd but how would you know such things?" Asked Quick Draw before he finished his drink.

Fire was about to answer when the door to the bar slammed into the wall.  The person who kicked it open slowly lowered their foot.  Everyone in the bar looked at the figure in the doorway.

*Thump - thump - thump - thump - thump*

Quick Draw was trying to see who it was but the sun was directly behind the figure leaving not but a figure shrouded in darkness walking toward the two at the bar.  A flaming being burst into assistance on the figures shoulder.  " We're back Fire. Has the bounty come in yet?"

"Ah yes, Sheriff Quick Draw here twas merely awaiting thine return."  Quick draw stood and reached out his hand for a shake.  Instead he got a moist red sack [Giggid- oh wait that's not mine. Bow chick-ah bow wow. that's better.] that was dripping a beep maroon color. Quick looked back and forth between the bag and the figure he now knew to be the one that Fire Storm was describing.

"Uh. . . What do I do with this?"  He asked, his gaze finally settling on the Meta.

"GrrGRRrr."  Meta rubbed his pointer and middle finger against his thumb then held out his hand.  Quick stared at the hand for a second before realizing what the gesture meant. His pupils dilated and he looked at the bag still in his hand, he slowly opened it revealing the head of Burning Legion; eyes glazed over and staring, lifelessly.

Quick dropped the bag and fell to his hands and knees.  He raised a hand to his mouth and retched.  Never in all his years had anypony brought him a severed head as proof of a completed job.  At most it was only ever a photograph or the actual convict, if wanted alive.  The bar tender put a bucket by Quick's head and Quick couldn't fight the urge anymore he leaned over the bucket and vomited.

He slowly got to his hooves and looked at the Meta, who held out his hand again, and said "You're a monster, I hope you know that but damn it if I won't stay true to my word. Here's your money." he placed a sack in the Meta's hand [Don't do it.I'm tryingNo don't say i-BOW CHICK-AH BOW WOW. Oh gosh no, please you made that happen and I should be able to appear next chapter.].

"A monster he is, But efficient  are his methods." said Sigma.

"ggRRrrr grrRRGRRR."

"Fine I'll drop the Yoda act."

Canterlot

Celestia and Twilight were about to continue their reading of Muffinators journal when a guard rushed into the library.

"Princesses! The creature has appeared in Manehattan.  He has taken care off the infamous crime- lord, Burning Legion."

"What?!" Twilight called hopping to her hooves.  "When was this?"

The guard flinched at the volume of Twilight's voice.  "A little over an hour ago the sheriff of the Manehattan town guard sent in the weekly crime report. The Town guard has attempted the re- taking of Runners Watch several times.  So now Runners watch is open for us."  The guard pulled a scroll from within his armor and handed it to Celestia.  "This is his last known location and what he was doing."

"Thank you guard, you are dismissed", Celestia said. He saluted and walked out of the room.

Celestia opened the scroll an read it over. "Well. . .  What does it say?" Twilight asked curiously.  Celestia levitated the scroll to Twilight.

location: Manehattan

-Old Manehattan

-Freddy Fazzbear (Tavern)

Harbored by: Storm family

-Fire storm (Unicorn)

*Bartender

-Gentle Rain (Diamond Doge)

*Blacksmith

-Snow Storm (Unicorn)

*Daughter

-Monsoon (Pegasus)

*Son

The being known as "The Meta" is being harbored by the Storm family.  They live at number 4 Privet Drive (Above the tavern).  It was last seen returning from "The Legion Job".

Recommended course of action:  Bring in the family and lure creatur into a trap [This is considering the family may or mayn't have befriended the creature.

"Well Princess.  We have to go back . . . . . . . . . . . . to Manehattan."