Aviation Industries

Twilight backs up, her wings heavier than normal and closed. The device on her wings is called the ET-42, which stands for Extreme Turbulence model 42. She runs forward and jumps off the side of the building. The wind from falling makes her tear up, and makes it hard to breathe. At fifty feet from the ground, the device glows red. It expands, pushing a rod onto her spine. The rod pushes out four blocks, and forces Twilight's wings open. She then safely glides to the ground. "Job well done Ms. Sparkle." A colt says, flying down to her.

"Yeah, if you ignore the fact that I could have just died." Twilight says, struggling to remove the device.

"Come now, do you really think we'd let a princess die? Also, the ET-42 has a button on the side for a convenient removal." He walks up to her, pressing the button. It falls off of her. "Now then, are you ready for model 43?" She sighs.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope." He then flies back up to the building.

"How did I get stuck into this?" She flies into the air, but is tugged back to the ground.

"Because Tirek blew up your house." Pinkie Pie says, happy as always.

"Yeah, that's right." Twilight breathes out.

"Oh come on Twilight, you have a Castle! Sure your house is gone and your books destroyed, but you still have all of us! Your friends!" Twilight forced a smile, Pinkie was right. "I'll see you later Twilight, I need to go see Mr. and Mrs. Cake, they are having a baking sale and need me to bake. Bye!" Twilight waves as pinkie heads back to the bakery.

"Alright, come on Twilight, you can do this." Twilight says to herself, trying to muster up enough courage to head back to work. She flies into the air again, and slowly heads back.

Once at her bedroom and ready for her ten minute lunch, see sees a box on the ground. She opens it up, and in it is a contraption of some sort. "Let's see, directions. 'Attach to left wing and let it sit for the night. The results will be very promising. From, Princess Celestia.' Princess Celestia? Why would she give me this?" She puts the paper back in the box and holds the device. It is a half sphere, but not too big. The flat side has straps on it, most likely to put the wing in. Twilight puts on the device, waiting. Nothing. She just shrugs and heads back to work with the device on her back.

"Oh, hi Twilight. Have you figured anything out?" Fluttershy asks, bumping into her.

"Oh, well no I haven't. I'm sorry. I'll keep trying thou- AHHHHHHH." The device on Twilight's back begins sparking and glowing a deep orange. "Get it off!" Fluttershy grabs onto it, but is immediately shocked.

"Hold on." Fluttershy goes running down the hall. Twilight falls, her pain now becoming numb. Her vision starts to fade away, the light being blackened from the corners in. "Ok, here we go." Twilight's numbness goes back to extreme pain as feathers are pulled out of their place and electricity hits the exposed skin. Fluttershy finally manages to pull the machine off of twilight. The straps had disintegrated during the electrocution and the device itself had molded to Twilight's back. "Are you ok?" Fluttershy asks, taking the rubber gloves off. Twilight is unresponsive.

The colt from the first room they were in walks up to them. "Hey, she's the one from the closet. What happened here?"

"I-I don't know, this thing on her back malfunctioned and she went under." The colt looks at the machine.

"It's a part of the WE, or Wing Expansion series, ID number 57-224. But, this number is only used for code blue situations, what is she doing with it? She's just a... a puny Alicorn. Code blue. Code blue! Code blue!" The colt goes screaming this through the facility.

"Wait! She needs help! Oh no. Ok, come on Twilight." She picks her up and throws her onto her back. "You'll be ok, I promise."

"My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I will rule!"

"But Ms. Sparkle, please reconsider, you don't know what you're doing or even thinking. They-"

"They showed me the truth! You are all the players and we are just the pawns! You've had you're position too long, I think you deserve this early retirement."

Fluttershy paces back and forth, wanting to go in and check on her even thoguh she can't. "Fluttershy!"

"Applejack?"

"Is everything alright? I heard what happened, will she be ok?" Applejack asks, severely out of breath.

"She'll be fine. The doctor says it'll only be an hour until she is released. Oh, and applejack, why did you want me to-"

"I've got to go, sorry. Tell me when she wakes up though." Applejack trots off, heading down the hallway.

Fluttershy sighs, "Oh, ok. Bye." She begins to walk away, but is stopped by one of the nurses.

"Are you Fluttershy?" The mare asks.

"Y-yes, is there something I-"

"Please come with me."

"But, may I ask why?" The mare just looks at her. "Ok."

Once at a set of two doors, the mare stops. "In here please." She steps aside, bows, and walks away. Confused, Fluttershy opens the doors.

A chair spins to face her. In it is Spitfire, the leader of the Wonderbolts. "Hello once again my dear Fluttershy. Please, have a seat." Fluttershy sits across from Spitfire. "Now, I'm sure you're confused by multiple things, so let me clear the air a bit. We, the Wonderbolts, are the head of Aviation Industries, and naturally the boss of the leaders is the overall ruler of the company. Next, ever since you helped make that hurricane, we've been watching you. You are here to leave your mark on history my dear Fluttershy. You just have to be willing to do it, and I think you'll pick the right decision."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Funny you ask, I was just about to show you." Spitfire presses a red button on top of the desk. The room goes black. The walls, floor, and celling flash. An image pops up, surrounding her, as if they're outside. The sky is red and the ground is on fire. Fluttershy cringes in her chair. "You see Fluttershy, this is the future. There are ponies running and screaming, robbing stores and fighting eachother with bats. Fire has engulfed Ponyville and animals are rampaging throughout the town. Chaos, despair, brutality, this is what may become of our beloved Equestria Ms. Shy. But you can help stop it."

"Me?! How? I'm nothing noteworthy, I'm not even able to meet the regular wing power. I-I can't-"

"Twilight."

Fluttershy stops, confused. "T-Twilight? What about her?"

"Let me explain."

Twilight opens her eyes, clearing them and squinting the light out of her sight. "About time you're awake." A voice quietly says from the corner of the room. A rhythmic bouncing noise is coming from there.

Twilight forces her eyes open. "Rainbow Dash? What are you doing here?" Twilight struggles to ask, watching the ball ounce onto the floor, to the wall, and back into Dash's hoof.

"What I'm doing doesn't matter. But you, you're more than just a tester Twilight."

"I-I don't understand."

"You will. But for now, don't let your sanity go. It'll change from your best asset, to your worst nightmare in an instant." With that, Rainbow Dash leaves. Twilight tries to stop her, but can't.

A minute later, a nurse walks in. "Ms. Sparkle? You're clear for release." Twilight nods, and follows her to her room. She pulls out her testing suite. Against everything in her gut saying to put it back, she puts it on and goes to work with it fit and snug.

"I, I didn't think that we need to do this." Twilight says, standing on the edge of a cloud.

"Well, we don't have to, but as a tester it is your job. Any questions?" Twilight is silent. "In that case, get to it." Twilight breathes in deep, closes her eyes, and falls forward. As she plummets towards the ground, she opens her wings. The device on her back kicks into action, grappling onto her wings. They begin to control where she goes. She flies around the buildings on the ground, through two clouds, and back onto the floor of where she started. "See? Now was that so bad?"

"Thank you for not killing me." Twilight says, annoyed.

"You are welcome." The colt walks away, leaving Twilight to herself. Twilight gets up, but falls over. Her back is sparking with blue electricity, just like when she had the device from the princess on her. She tries to get to a doctor, but falls and rolls off the edge of the floor she was on. Suddenly, she feels something push her.

"I've got ya' Twi'." Applejack says, flying with the artificial wings. They land on the same ledge, but this time farther in. "Are you ok?" Twilight doesn't respond, unable to. Applejack runs to the room near them, and grabs a set of defibrillators. "One, two, three!" The defibrillators go off, and Twilight stops moving. "One, two, three!" They go off again. Her body jumps, but nothing else. "Come on Twi', stay with me. One, two, three!" She jumps again, gasping for air. "Twilight! I thought ah' lost ya'."

"What happened?"

"Well, n-nothing sugar cube. Ya' just had a quick pain, that's all. Come on, let's go back to your room." Applejack walks Twilight down, and heads to Spitfire's office. "She's in more danger now."

"Do you think I don't know that?" Spitfire asks, playing chess with herself.

"No, you don't understand. What we want to happen is going to do more damage than good. I mean, it's not like she is immortal."

Spitfire gets up, sighing. "The mind, Applejack, is a precious thing. It can be the strongest part of a pony. It could be more fragile than glass being thrown. It could also be like any other part of the body, it could take some beating before it breaks. What we are doing with A1-"

"Her name is Twilight." Applejack interrupts.

"Right, Twilight, is nothing that Clestia wouldn't want us to do. We are doing everyone a favor, and if you can't handle that then get out."

"Have you ever seen a pony be in agony Spitfire? Look into their soul as it is torn from their every fiber of being? They plead for help, yell for someone to bring justice to the wrong they've been given, and you know you can't do anything. And just as you realize this, the room goes silent. Have you ever done that, Ms. Fire?" Spitfire is silent. "Then don't make me do it again. What ever it is you want to happen, do it. But be careful, everyone, even Alicorns, have a breaking point." Applejack bows, and walks out the door. Spitfire sits there, looking at her chess board.

"Breaking points?" She moves a pawn to face the king. "Checkmate."