From The Tip Of A Comet's Tail

by sunnypack

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Original Character, Adventure
Length: 2686

A life out in the fringes of the outer systems is tough. They won't expect any help, not for free anyway, but a passing comet sparks a dangerous idea among the hardened settlers. To survive they will need to catch a comet, but how?

The Equestrian Empire has spanned far and wide into neighbouring star systems. It was an exciting prospect to venture out into the stars and reap the riches of countless untapped planets. Hopeful settlers branches out from the core worlds, seeking a new existence on an alien planet the fringes of civilisation. Ten years, they say to themselves, ten years and a garden-world could be terraformed. But the War took its toll and the settlers can no longer expect help from the outside. They need hard resources—and fast—or lives could be lost. This is the story about the settlers on Nocturne. This is the story of how they captured a comet.

Additional Tags: Science and fiction. Together. As one.

Published 2015-01-28 18:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-28 18:00:01 UTC

Chapter 1 - Starving

Chapter 1: Starving

The mood was somber as the settlers gathered around the small, rough and wooden table situated in the centre of the equally small, rough and wooden room. Though the walls were wood, the floor was concrete and on the walls were small digital frames of artwork, certificates and listings of schedules and work rosters for the week. The disparate technology gaps showed the difference between a border world colony filled with hopeful settlers to a bustling core-world megatropolis filled with busy bee businessponies.

It was not the poor lifestyle that had gotten these gathered settlers down. Neither was it the harsh conditions or physical work that had cast an ill mood among these settlers. No, these settlers were of a tough calibre. They knew the risks going in and they would bear the consequences. A settler knew about a desperate situation, but a settler was prepared. But in this situation, none could have been prepared for this.

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Winter Meadows carefully examined the various ponies around the room. Her gaze drifted from face to face assessing each of the ideas methodically as they were voiced aloud.

“We need ideas, we need resources to commit to.” The voice belonged to an venerable pegasus mare, one of the eldest to commit herself as a settler on a new world. Her application had read ‘got myself a taste for adventure, I did, and now I’m a hapless addict’. Manic—that really was her name—was hired on the spot, mainly because she was the best engineer they could find.

“Building the shelters now should be our first priority.” Winter switched focus to the earth pony as he slammed a hoof into the desk. Already he sported a slightly irked expression. Greens was a fairly recent settler that had come inbound on one of the last ships from the core-worlds. Despite the earth pony’s youth he looked tired and drawn. Winter frowned and she rubbed her eyes . We all did, she grimly reflected.

“We will starve, not three months in.” This time it was a unicorn that spoke. Lead scientist Dr. Quark was a soft spoken pony, but his expertise in weather prediction, agricultural sciences, even astrophysics was par none. Everypony in the room tended to listen when he spoke. “The solution is not viable,” he stated mildly.

“I don’t believe so, Dr. Quark, if we strictly ration and curtail the population…”

A gasp went around the room.

Winter could no longer keep silent. “You’re talking of leaving ponies behind?” she queried incredulously. Greens hesitated, then spoke slowly. For once, choosing his words with care.

“Desperate times call for desperate—”

Winter’s jaw hurt from gritting her teeth so hard. “We will not devolve into barbarism! We are ponies and we stand by the creed of the core worlds!” She made a cutting gesture with her hoof. It ended here.

Greens spluttered, visibly struggling to maintain a semblance of control. His mouth flapped open and closed a couple of times before he snapped it shut with a click and reluctantly took back his seat. Winter could still see him seething though, but from his darting eyes around the room, it was clear that there was no support. He broke the laser-like stare Winter had shot him and looked away. The twist of his mouth told Winter that he hadn’t dropped it, merely filed it away to bring up later. Hopefully, not in the near future.

Sunny was the next to speak. “Agreed,” she said quietly. “What you are suggesting is beyond a little dissonance, it’s chaotic. What are we to do? Leave those other ponies to perish in the coming cold?” She shook her head. “That would sow the seeds of sadness.”

Winter nodded, while she wasn’t part of the neo-Harmonic faith, she did appreciate their central tenants being mostly benign.

“Do I see any of you coming up with better ideas? If we don’t do this, everypony dies!” Greens snapped one last time. He glanced around the room before snorting in disgust, crossing his forelimbs.

And that was the truth of the matter. Winter knew that if didn’t do anything soon, there would be no second chances. There were no shuttles coming. There would be no aid in the aftermath of the war. The core-worlds were struggling themselves and they had barely any time to attend to the thousands of requests among the settlements among the fringes of the galaxy.

Nocturne was a planet balanced between valuable and expendable. The planet had the potential to become a garden world after a decade of terraforming, and warranted the protection of the core-worlds. However, the inhabitants on the planet were replaceable. If a settler colony perished, another would eventually be able to eke out a living later on.

The principles of harmony and giving were simply not practical in the expanded scope of the Equestrian Empire. Resources had to be prioritised. Settlers had pitched their luck of their own volition, help would be given when spared when available, but the settlers were on their own. Short of an outright attack, requests for aid would be filed in a dusty government department drawer to be processed in due time.

The ensuing silence was all anypony needed to hear to feel the gravity of the situation. That is, if anypony had the slightest sliver of doubt in the first place.

Winter took a deep breath. “I need to think,” she announced and the room fell silent. “Discuss among yourselves, I’ll try and come up with something.”

Winter closed her eyes. A quiet murmur filled the room.

She could hear the desperation in their voices. There was so much at stake here. Winter’s thoughts bounced around trying to think of a solution to the problem. Something that wouldn’t compromise anypony. She tried to think of the bigger picture.

Think big, she thought. Then break it down.

They were a small settlement out in the boonies. Technology was sparse and mostly outdated. Some of the critical systems were up to spec. Population management, the automated criminal control unit and the emergency distress beacon were all the latest models. The rest of the settlement, from agriculture to construction were lacking in the necessary technology to be fully self-sustaining.

They were down to managing the weather in ancient times, shifting clouds without cloud-seeds and kicking them for rain. Some of the ‘weather team’ had quickly grown fatigued, there weren’t any expert fliers around the assist with the ancient art of manual weather management. Only a few more billion credits and the settlement could truly flourish. They needed money. Enough to tide over the coming frost. Periodic seasons on this planet were extreme. Heat and cold flew hand in hand, but if they could change the atmospheric composition, they could mellow the storm.

The only question was, how would they make their money? Organic matter was the only thing they could produce, even the gross domestic product of this whole settlement was barely one hundred million credits. They couldn’t afford anything that could change the face of the planet. Not for ten years.

The problem always came down to money. Aid wouldn’t come from the the core-world, but they could purchase it from the Far Reaches. She shuddered, thinking about dealing with those back-stabbing space-debris. They’d do anything, even get them an Atmo-feed, but only if they had enough money.

What could they use? What could they utilise? What was around their settlement nearby?

Nearest settlement was Wazzoo, but that was a few systems away, definitely out of reach for their tech. If only they had a gating device. Even if that were Government-only…

Wait. There was something else Government-only and much, much closer.

When Winter opened her eyes, she returned to a room in chaos. Muted whisperings had become fevered shouting and lighting tapping had become stomped hooves.

“Everypony,” she called out clearly. The voices drifted into silence.

“I have an idea.”

Author's Note

I really wanted to create a fic where ponies would gather together to create spacecraft. Technology advancement is a passion of mine, from my studies—to my profession—and beyond. I really hope to one day see space. I know it's unlikely but if enough people like me hope, perhaps one day it'll become true...

Next Chapter: The construction begins, but not all are content. Building spaceships is no easy task and they are working to a deadline. Can they save themselves before they destroy themselves?

As always, my science-laden readers, thanks for reading!

P.S. I pitched this to some of my aerospace buddies and they loved the idea, so I just ran with it. Hope you enjoy the technical semi-accuracy. Also bit of a risk on my part to just have OCs, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless (although there might be a cameo by Twilight).

Chapter 2 - You're Crazy!

Chapter 2: You’re Crazy

“Am I crazy? I think it’s the only chance we have.”

“That’s even more suicidal than my original idea of building the shelters. No way. You’ve lost it.”

“Listen. Really listen.”

Winter waited for the appropriate time before she continued.

“What we have here is a lose-lose situation. No matter what path we pick. Dig in, ask for help, wait it out, whatever, it also ends up with us losing a few.” She winced even saying that. “What we need is a plan that is crazy but could work. We can invest a small amount of money into creating the necessary delivery systems—“

“Small?” Dr. Quark spluttered, for once losing a little of his composure. “You’re asking for a tenth of our current resources.” He slammed his hoof on the table to emphasise the point. “And that’s just for the budget version.”

Winter looked to Sunny, but she slowly shook her head.

“I don’t see how it could hurt,” she began and Winter perked up at that. “But I also don’t it haven’t much chance of succeeding. It’s simply foolhardy.”

A scratchy voice pierced the momentary silence that followed Sunny’s input. Manic fixed Winter with a stare of flaming passion that burned deep within her eyes. “I like this plan,” she cackled. “This’ll do nicely.”

Greens opened his mouth, but Manic just steamrolled ahead.

“I’ll make sure it’ll work,” she growled. “If it’s designed by me, then it’ll fly, no doubt. I can guarantee a one-way trip.”

Greens leaped at that as if he were a snake striking a limping rat.

“One-way trip, eh?” he sneered, looking around. “How are you going to convince anypony to take that offer. Are you offering to go, Winter?”

“Of course.”

That shocked him into silence.

Winter plodded on before anypony could interject. “I have the most experience with this type of mission.” She waited for anypony to voice their opinion. When nopony did, she continued. “Being the captain and subsequently the Prime Leader gives me the responsibility that comes with my privilege.” She levelled her gaze at Greens. “That means, picking the best pony for whatever mission, regardless of their position.”

Greens broke eye contact again. There was no sign of defiance from him this time, only confusion. The others were silent. None of them had suspected Winter to reply so readily to Greens’ challenge. Her answer spawned a cavalcade of emotions around the table, from tacit approval to shades of awe.

Dr. Quark scratched his head with a hoof before pointing it at Winter.

“I don’t think this is the right decision, no matter how noble your motivations are,” he said with a sigh. “You should reconsider your position, Winter. Your leadership is needed here.”

“And it will be!” Winter snapped. Sunny and Manic drew back slightly from her outburst. She glanced at them and then took a deep breath to steady herself.

“It will be,” she repeated in a more reasonable tone. “We’ll work on the shelter, I’ll organise both projects and manage the day to day situation like I usually do. At most, I’ll be gone for a few days. That’s all it’ll take. Once we grab the comet, we’ll have enough hard resources to last us a decade! Think about it. It’s not just to survive the frost. It’s the survive the next year and the year after the next.”

Winter surveyed the gathering. Dr. Quark was more receptive and Sunny had a thoughtful expression on.

“Alright. The proposed plan is to concurrently run the shelter project and the comet project at the same time. All in favour for this arrangement raise your hoof.”

Winter raised her hoof immediately after her announcement. Manic’s immediately followed. Surprisingly, Greens raised his hoof.

He eyed the others, meeting their surprised gaze with a flat on of his own.

“I got what I wanted, didn’t I?” he muttered.

Sunny and Dr. Quark followed soon after.

“Then it is unanimous.” Winter turned to the camera recessed in the table. “Let the record show that the agreement by council members was deemed unanimous. Motion passed.” Her hoof striked the table with a resounding bang. Winter smiled. Who needed a gavel when one had hooves?

As the others left to tend to their business, Dr. Quark approached Winter, catching her by the withers before she left the room.

“Ms. Meadows, would you mind if I had a word with you?”

Winter nodded her head warily as she was drawn outside.

The trees lining the edge of the garden gave a serene feel close to the Council Complex. The leaves of the deciduous trees had started paving the grass beneath with their colourful brand of oranges and reds. The wind, crisp and cool, belied the fact that in half a year’s time, this place would be buried under leagues of snow.

Winter shivered slightly but set her jaw and eyed Dr. Quark as he exited the Complex, shivering sympathetically as Winter had when she first stepped out.

“It’ll get worse,” Winter whispered to herself. For now, she squared her shoulders against the cold and faced the scientist as he shut the door with a metallic click.

“Ms. Meadows, I must ask. How did you come up with this plan?” he queried, his face bearing the curiosity of a cat.

Caught off-guard by his question, Winter threw away her half-prepared response about the organisation required for the shelters.

“It came to me when I was thinking about what we had available,” she admitted honestly.

“So you decided to use the Air Brake and a comet that happened to be passing by?” Dr. Quark snorted and tossed his head. “This sounds like a plan you’ve already been working on for a while.”

For a moment Winter didn’t reply. Should she tell Dr. Quark? Well, it’s been passed, there was no harm in giving him what he wanted.

“Yes, actually, I’ve actually been planning this for a while.” She took a deep breath. “It was more as a side project and I wanted to create our own Air Brake, not hijack a Government one.”

“It’s risky,” he interjected, pushing the frames of his glasses up as it slipped down his snout. “Getting up there with our level of technology?”

“I know!” Winter shot back, her ire rising. “I know! I was hoping to implement this is five years or ten years when we’d got the world to garden level. I was planning for the comet to be a useful addition to our funding, not be the last resort to a haphazard plan.”

Dr. Quark sighed.

“Building a spacecraft to nudge an Air Brake into a comet’s path and then hacking the Air Brake to bring it into our planet? That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard,” he muttered. Winter was about to say something but he grinned at her toothily.

“But it’s good to know that if this works, everypony survives.” The scientist stamped his hoof. “And that’s worth the risk.”

Author's Note

Sorry for the mess of grammar, I'm writing this quite late at night.

Next Chapter: Dangerous ideas can convince the leaders, but what of the people?

As always, my fritzing readers, thanks for reading!