The Remarkably Short, Yet No Less Interesting Career of Commodore Derpy Hooves of The Equestrian Nuclear Submarine Fleet

"Captain Robertson! I must express my severe reservations about engaging the targets. We still have no idea on what condition the Pride is in and attacking any UFFE vessel could spark an international incident," Commodore Hooves interjected while Captain Robertson sat down in his chair.

"You really have no idea, do you Hooves? The UFFE and the Kingdom of Equestria have been at war for a long time. Whether it is covert ops, espionage, or deep sea skirmishes the two nations will always be at war. It is never publicized because we lose as just as many battles as we win. So what if a sub is reported missing or a few intelligence officers go MIA, the news will never report it. I am sure that back home our families believe that peaceful relations are around the corner and the little ones will live to see a united world of equines. That unfortunate delusion may work wonders on the home front but out here Hooves, we are very much at war," Captain Robertson dismissively replied.

"Can you not see how blind we really are? There is an undoubtedly a saboteur aboard and we still haven't received a damage report from the last blow! This is not the time for a head-on attack. As your superior I demand that the Pride is pulled away from the enemy subs and we immediately withdraw from UFFE waters entirely," Commodore Hooves commanded.

"I thought we were on the same page here bubbles. I am, along with several of my subordinates declaring you unfit for duty in light of your gross display of incompetence and subsequent injury. Effective immediately you will be following my orders. Now can you play along nicely and see if the damage report is ready yet?" Captain Robertson said.

"This is madness! You all are mad! I am your Commodore personally appointed by the highest authority in land. How will Princess Celestia react to your misconduct?" Commodore Hooves yelled.

"Look at who is having a fit lads! 'Commodore' if you would please help me run my ship I would be much obliged. If not I can always send for someone to lock you up in the infirmary until your head can get looked at. Also if you could please hand over your activation key since I don't feel very comfortable while it is still in your posse-" the Captain said before being interrupted by an officer.

"Captain! The ship has received massive damage to the engines and there is large amounts of coolant leaking onto the ground. The engineers say we will be only able to run at half power until the issue has been resolved. Curiously enough, there is no water leaking into the hull on any deck which has lead me to believe the damage has been caused by an internal explosion," The officer reported.

The Commodore looked over at the Captain and exclaimed, "Ha, it was the work of the saboteur and not a torpedo. Will you please call off the assault now! The unknowns are not hostile and the submarine's systems are to blame for all the confusion!"

"Have you forgotten about the rest of your fleet Little Miss Subordinate? What has happened to the Valiant and the Bravery? I may not have clairvoyance but I would bet my hind leg that the sabotage is part of a greater scheme to pick us off one by one. I will not allow my submarine to take pot shots from enemy submarines while we try to get out of here. The orders still stand," The Captain responded.

Captain Robertson turned forward in his chair and proceeded to look over the controls. Commodore Hooves had a sinking feeling she was welcomed in the captain's chair anymore. Deciding that there was little she could do to regain control of the situation Commodore Hooves decided to investigate the Engine Room. She walked down the stairs and passed through the Command Room while no one saluted her on the way out. It wasn't until the Commodore reached the ladder down to the lower levels that she realized the severity of her injury.

She tried to walk down one rung at a time. The first few felt like an eternity while the next few went by in a blur. Commodore Hooves' vision began to fade. She felt faint and before long the Commodore slipped of a rung and fell. The Commodore spread her wings out and tried to flap but to no avail. A thunderous clunk rang throughout the lower decks.

For a moment, It seemed to be all over. A horrendous nightmare that had been dispelled by the sunlight of a new day. There was a bright light. There was comfort. There was water? Yes, water strangely enough was present in the injured hallucination of the Commodore. It was subtle at first with waves nudging against the hooves of the Commodore. Then it rapidly engrossed her body until she began to choke, unable to breath.

Suddenly the Commodore awoke at the bottom of the ladder. It was dark since the only illumination came from flickering emergency lights. The greater part of the room was filled with water that reached up to the Commodore's neck. Some time must have past since the fall and the ship is under red alert once more. Commodore Hooves turns around to face the ladder but bumps into something. The surprise startled her greatly but it wasn't until she realized it was a dead body before she felt truly terrified.

After the adrenalin rush, Commodore Hooves raced up the ladder to the crew quarters. It was an awful sight to behold. Steady streams of dripping water leaked from the grated floors above and horrified screams of trapped sailors reverberated from the decks below. The alarm blared constantly accompanied by the blinding red light that would cast an eerie glow on the scene.

When the Commodore finally reached the Command Room door she noticed it was propped open by the body of the Chief Engineer. He was still alive which was made evident by the arrhythmic rise and fall of his chest. What was strange was his injuries. A single bullet wound to the abdomen.

An unknown voice inside the command room echoed, "Commodore Hooves I presume? I believe I am the one you have been searching for. Come on in, I think it is time we are properly introduced."