YhaY: Judgment Day

Apollo, Harold, Pat, Johann, and the newest addition to the fray; Blueblood, all sat down in front of the bonfire right outside the shipwreck.

Silence reigned supreme as the quintet (Yes, that's a word) gazed in boredom and sorrow at the small sparks of fire that rose up into the night sky.

"We require a plan." Stated Harold "We cannot go into battle with one who was able to teleport several kingdoms at once so easily, not yet at least."

"True," Replied Johann "her armies should be ze easiest to vipe out, but if she is as poverful as her actions speak of her, then ve're going to need a less direct approach."

"Not possible." Broke Blueblood "She's an alicorn, alicorn magic runs through their blood, and any being that posseses alicorn magic can't be injured. The moment an alicorn suffers any type of damage, their wounds will heal themselves almost instantly."

"Welp. There goes all chance of subduing her, eh."

"Isn't there any way to deprive her of this magic?" Asked Apollo.

"No. Contrary to the dwellers of yours, from what you've told me; inhabitants of this world simply can't not have magic of any type. It's against the rules of this universe. However, it is possible to swap out one's inherent magic for another type. Albeit that requires very ancient knowledge, the likes of only individuals like King Sombra might know."

"Where might we find this king you speak of?" Asked Harold.

"It is complicated, he was defeated about two years ago, when he tried to take over the Crystal Empire, he was turned into crystal and shattered into six parts by the Crystal Heart. His parts where then distributed, one for each major kingdom to protect, so that he might never resurect again. His resurection is, however, still theoretically plausible, if one or many were to gather his parts, they could use the magic of the Crystal Heart to bring him back."

"So basically," started Apollo while he wrapped a bandage around his hand."all we have to do is go to the different kingdoms and gather up his parts, do the thingy thing with the crystal macguffin, then convince him to swap out celestia's magic so that we might subdue her into undoing the spell. Right?"

"In a nutshell, yes." Blueblood looked up at the sky, wondering if he was doing the right thing helping this lot.

"You seem unusally compliant." Added Johann "From vhat I understand, the princess is your aunt and your ruler. Vhy are you so eager to help us?"

Blueblood looked down at the ground. "After understanding the meaning of her spell, I don't know what to think of her anymore."

"MY SHIP!"

The party turned their heads to see a tall, pale man running towards the crashed ship. Immediately before turning his head towards their direction.

"What have you done to her you fiends?!"

Location: Canterlot - Outer Walls

*BOOM*

Pieces of guardspony flew all over the place as the second crew backed up from the now very open stone wall.

"These equines really need to research concrete." Said Pitka, popping his head out of the new exit/entrance.

"Concrete wouldn't have fared much better against my grenades either." Added Alexander.

"Come on, let's get out of here before the authorities come." Urged Gasman

Dropbearius looked around for the best direction to run off to, but then he noticed a train track not too far away from their current location.

"Gentlemen, behold!" He said as he pointed towards the railroad like he was objecting in court.

Alexander looked a bit to the left "If the rising vapor from within the walls tells us anything, it's that the steam train is about to depart."

"What are we waiting for, then?" Asked Faustin. "Let us make haste! Off we go!"

The crew ran towards the railroad, with the exception of Dropbearius, who was power-walking really fast. Their adrenaline kicked in when they saw the tip of the train peek it's head through the outer gates of the wall.

"We're not gonna make it!" Shouted Alexander.

"Do not give in so easily! Just a little ways to go!" Replied Faustin over the loud sound of wind and steam engines.

After what felt to the runners like a reject scene from a Mission Impossible movie, our heroes made it to the border of the gate, where the latter half of the train still found itself. Barely.

"Jump!"

All 5 humans propelled themselves forward and grabbed on to the ledge of the last wagon of the train. After a deep breath or two, they pulled themselves up to the roof, where they fell to their knees out of the pain in their legs, but not before Dropbearius added:

"Y'all run like welshmen."

Location: ONI Headquarters

2526 A.D

Miles Blackwood, an old bald man in his sixties, and the current ONI commander in chief, sat down on his swiveling chair, lit up a cigar, and swiveled around. Alot.

Not that he didn't appreciate his current position of power, but from time to time being the CiC was boring as all hell.

As if on cue to appease his boredoom, Lieutenant Michael Harbor spoke up on his communications system.

"Sir, the laboratory down at the Olympus Project research center wishes to have a word with you, sir."

"Oh, them again. Can't you tell them to wait?"

"Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Granted."

"They have politely asked you to ´get your lazy ass over there now´."

Miles let out a chuckle he didn't know he needed.

"Alright, tell them I'll be there soon."

He stood up from his chair, left his office, and went down a long hallway down into the Olympus Project research wing. Upon entering, the familiar smell of burning opium that the laboratory always kept hit his nostrils. Walking further down the lab, he noticed his childhood friend Taylor Haste, an old woman in her sixties that managed to keep her long, shiny, black hair and young facial assets thanks to plasic surgery.

"Taylor! It's always a pleasure!" He said. "Whadd'ya need?"

Taylor swiveled her chair around. "It's about Olympus Soldier No. 01 Miles, he-"

"For fuck's sake, woman! Just call him Apollo!" Interrupted Miles.

"Very well." Taylor kept her stern look. "We've been trying to locate Apollo for the last three days now, and we finaly tracked him down. The problem is, his coordinates shouldn't exist."

Miles raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" He took the cigar out of his mouth and let out a tuft of smoke.

"It means that either his chip has gone haywire, which it can't, I made sure of that, or that he somehow managed to get himself abducted by covenant and taken to a distant sector."

"How distant are we talking about?"

"Outside of the observable universe distant."

Miles sucked in some smoke and held the cigar in his hands, not long before putting it out against his shoulder.

"Well, shit."