The path of a hero

The inside of the work shop was well lit and the air was heavy with fumes from the scientists past experiments.  Instruments of construction as well as destruction hung on the walls and hid in cabinets and draws. The cold concrete floor appeared covered in cuts and scrapes from previous experiments that had ether failed or ended up being stolen.  Kick Pulse followed the two scientists as they lead him deeper into the rather chaotic building, maneuvering around broken, disassembled or half-completed projects.  “So, what is this special equipment that is supposed to give me the edge to win Dual of the Disks?”  The white unicorn asked, attempting to break the silence.

However, it was to no avail.  Clockwork simply continued walking next to Tesla, giggling silently to himself as he led the unwary unicorn to a trap door hidden behind a large metal chariot.  The sudden metal double doors on the floor gave the DJ a slight tinge of fear, unsure as to what the two unicorns had hidden under all their work.  Doctor Clockwork and Professor Tesla both looked at each other as they walked to either side of the trap door and stopped.

Slowly, the two inventor’s horns start to glow; Tesla’s tan horn begins to spark with energy, a few cracks of lightning signaling his concentration of magic.  Clockwork’s yellow horn seemed to lightly glow with white magic, slowly growing brighter until it nearly blinded Kick.  By this time, the loud crackling of Telsa’s horn and the blinding light of Clockwork’s horn played an unseen show as the sound of metal dragging against stone resonated from somewhere in the room.  The smell of ions mixed with the fumes, making the stallion’s head swim as he began to stumble back away from whatever was happening before him.

Suddenly, the crackling noise of lighting ceased, the once chaotic noise leaving behind a rather unsettling silence.  The white colt’s vision was heavily blurred from the mad doctor’s glowing light and the Professor’s lightning magic.  Slowly, as Kick’s vision returned, he could make out two large cylinder-like contraptions in the scientists’ hooves.  As the DJ attempted desperately to focus his sight upon whatever the unicorns held, they began walking up to the dazed pony, cylinder-like machinery in tow.

Unsettling fear gripped the stallion as he flinched in terror, unaware of what the two scientists held.  With a sudden pull, Kick felt his hooves rise up into the air and cold, metallic plating spaced with soft silk padding clamp around his hooves.  Before the unicorn could ask a question, a sudden piercing pain punched through his skin and burned his nerves.  Unrivaled pain racked at the DJ’s body as he felt his fur burn from the machine’s electronic function fused the nodes of the contraption into his nerves.

Almost as sudden as it started, however, the pain ceased, leaving behind a slight uncomfortable sensation ringing through the colt’s hooves.  With his sight returned, he could fully examine what had caused the pain, and a sense of fear and astonishment swept over him.  The machine that had momentarily fused with him appeared to be something out of a science-fiction novel; robotic hooves laced with flashing lights and sliders.  The layout seemed familiar to the unicorn, however, almost as if he had seen it before.  His eyes fell upon two plates that appeared to be able to hold two disks upon their vinyl texture.

“Turn Tables?”  Kick asked in surprise as he looked to the unicorns.  “Not just any turn tables, you silly little pony.”  Doctor Chromegear began.  However, before he could begin explaining, Professor Coil stole the moment as his smooth voice ran through the functions of the new equipment the stallion had obtained.  “Those are portable sound modulators that with a push of a button and a flip of a switch can alter the sound and frequency of the music that has begun playing.  You are their power source.  The more you concentrate on the Portable Entertainment Gauntlets, or P.E.G for short, the louder, and stronger, the music will become.”

The white unicorn pushed his brow up once again in greater confusion.  “Stronger?”  Tesla smiled lightly, but Clockwork quickly regained the spot light as he explained “Ze funny zing is, with your special talents, your music can influence your fans to enter an unstoppable desire to hear your music, and cause your rivals to lose zeir touch.  Not only zat, but your love for-” That was all Kick needed to hear to know what he wanted to do next.

“BASS MARES!”  Kick suddenly shouted as he focused his magic through the new equipment he obtained, his front hooves rising as he rolled them around in the air.  Suddenly, the shiny gears began to turn as crackling static began to resonate from the P.E.G.  As the sound from the dangerous addition to the unicorn’s arsenal began to grow in power, Tesla and Clockwork quickly dived for cover before the process was complete.

With a powerful stomp on the ground, the white stallion shouted “Boom!”  The stored energy within the P.E.G was suddenly released, unleashing a glass-shattering bass blast that resonated outward in a cone, dying quickly as it bounced off the stone walls and around the room.  The unexpected power caused the Bass hungry pony to be pushed backwards, his coat sliding across the stone floor.  His ears rang loudly from the concussion he gained after the collision with the ground.

“That was awesome!”  Kick exclaimed with unconceivable excitement with his new gadget.  With tender slowness, the stallion slowly pushed himself back on all four legs, shaking his head with to regain his focus while the other two unicorns slowly walked up to their DJ friend to examine him.  “How do you feel, Mr. Pulse?”  Tesla asked quietly so not to hurt Kick if he obtained a headache, Dr. Chromegear staying a minimum of five feet behind his assistant.  The white colt looked up to the polite unicorn and asked “How do I feel?”

“I feel as though I just won an Oscar!”  He exclaimed with unrivaled enthusiasm, leaping into the air with joy.  Prof. Coil and Dr. Chromegear looked to each other with satisfaction as they returned their gaze to their overzealous friend.  “Then we will entrust P.E.G to you, for now.”  Tesla said with a soft smile as he turned to begin cleaning up the mess Kick had made from his sudden bass blast.  “You go out zere and show zem what Pi9o means.”  Clockwork said with a proud tone in his voice, though in truth he didn’t really know what the unusual unicorn’s DJ name meant ether.

With a nod of confidence, the white stallion turned around and waved to the two scientists.  “Thanks again Chromegear, Coil.  I’ll make sure everpony knows the two great scientists who gave me the edge to win Dual of the Disks.”  As he walked away from the workplace of Clockwork Chromegear and Tesla Coil, Kick couldn’t help but have his mind begin to race with anticipation at the upcoming contest.  He needed to figure out who DJ Pon3 was, and know the rules of the contest as well as learn of the other ponies that planned to compete.  No doubt the contest was going to be fierce and possibly improbably for any normal pony to win.

But I’m not a normal pony, am I?  The stallion thought to himself as he looked down to the P.E.G attached to his front legs.  These gadgets would provide him the needed advantage to assure he would place at least in the top 3.  It would take a lot of training and even more time to think of new mixes that would blow his previous ones out of the water.  He needed to out due himself to such an extent his last few disks would look like they had been made by a Pegasus beat-boxing off key.

However, before Kick could plan out his strategy any further, he suddenly felt a sharp pain strike the back of his head.  The sudden blast from behind pushed the stallion down to the ground, his body going limp from suffering from two concussions in less than half-an-hour.  His eyes began to flutter as he tried to stay awake, his vision fading rapidly.  He could feel the tingle of magic lift his body up and the P.E.G become removed, his movements proving fruitless against his suddenly heavy corpse.  The warm wooden planks were the last thing he felt before his mind slipped away from consciousness and everything faded.

In his drift through his subconscious, Kick pieced together what had just transpired.  The sudden and quick attack followed by warm wooden floors.  He could only say one thing before going into lala-land.

“I don’t like this.”