Starbound Ascension: The Next Generation

Starbound Ascension: The Next Generation

Chapter Twenty One: Aftermath

All of the ponies gathered around the familiar cemetery to yet again say goodbye to beloved friends, sisters, and brothers. Captain Morning Shine, son of the legendary Equus commander Colonel Firebrand, sacrificed himself to save the lives of millions of ponies that called Canterlot home. Another fallen comrade and another funeral as the fighter pilot was lowered into his grave next to the others that have fallen: Flip, Ship, Frag, Hornet, Scratch, Glitzy, and now Morning. His mother, father, and sister all looked on as Morning was buried. Ink Rose mourned the loss of her son with eyes soaked in tears and her head buried into her husbands neck. The Colonel looked to his daughter hugged tight against his right side who was equally distraught by the loss of her brother. However it was her mother who spoke up first.

"Blossom, I need you to come back home. I d-don't want you to end up like your brother," Ink Rose sobbed as she begged to her only child left.

"Mom, I understand your concerns. But my team still needs me. Right squad lead?" she turned to Jet.

"Your mom is right Blossom. Go home. The war is over and you need to take all the time to mourn. We can handle the mop up from here."

This managed to set a spark of anger off in Blossom, "Excuse me?! Respectfully sir, I want to get out there and kick the ass of all those motherfucking Pulsar bastards that have destroyed our lives, homes, and peace of mind! I NEED to get out there and avenge my brother!"

"That is enough young lady!" Firebrand was taken aback to the vulgarity of his daughter, "First of all, that is no way to treat your commanding officer. Second, you and I are going to have a very long talk about your language miss Blossom! Jet I can take it from here."

"Go ahead," Jet let Firebrand escort his daughter back into the car. Blossom was searing with rage and all the bottled up anger that snapped at the death of her brother. The rest of the team looked on as Blossom was dragged away with her anger management issues.

"I'm sorry Miss Ink Rose," Jet placed a hoof on her shoulder, "Your son died a hero and he was one of my best friends for most of my life. I'm so sorry."

Morning's mother continued to cry, "I remember when you t-two were just babies. I'd go over to your mothers house Jet and we watched you two babble and giggle playing together like... Like..."

Ink Rose broke out into uncontrolled sobs once more. Jet joined her in her woes.

“Then can you help me? We all need a shoulder to lean on right now and it's not just Morning here. We won the battle but at what cost?” Jet embraced Ink Rose as all his team, friends, and family joined together in a group hug to comfort and console the loss and grief everypony felt on this day.

Princess Celestia was there once more to address the thousands of ponies gathered at the cemetery. All eyes and cameras were trained on her as she prepared her address to everyone watching.

“My fellow ponies. Mares, colts, stallions, and fillies. Be you unicorn, pegasi, earth pony, or somewhere among our diverse and colorful equestrian races. I stand here on behalf of all of United Equus. United in our fights and struggles! We have lost many, we have been dealt a serious blow by an enemy with the audacity and ruthlessness we've never seen before. But fear not fellow United Equestrians! We will fight them on Equus, we will fight them in the skies, and in space. We will uphold our colonies and the freedoms of our whole Equine species. We will never surrender for we are the guardians of the next generation! Today, I'd like to welcome our saviors and those who stood up for all of Equus in its trying time of need. I present to you: the Next Generation Joint Task Force! Colonel Jet please make your way up to the podium."

Jet and the rest of the attendees of his team walked up on the massive stage set up for the Princesses. All of them were still sad, tear stains on their eyes and uniforms blotted with those very same stains.

“I as your Princess, as your leader, and as your superior bestow upon all of you the highest award in all of our united nation: The Star of Equus. I, no we, are truly grateful and humbled for the heroism and sacrifice you have made for all of us. I cannot thank you enough, Heroes of Equus.”

Many of them were still empty as the medals were all pinned to their uniforms. None of them smiled, all still heartbroken even as the crowds of people cheered and shouted praise to their heroes on stage for all to see.

Jet walked up front and center, “I stand before you now as a citizen of this fine land. Twenty five years ago, I was born in space. I was the second to be born in space, apart from my friend Rush who beat me to it. A lot of you look up to me as the embodiment of United Equus' journey into the stars. From my birth on I have grown up in a proud nation of patriots and the most kind hearted of all space fairing races! From our ascent to the stars to where we are now I stand before you, my people... I want to thank you all. But today isn't about me. It's about you United Equus! This nation has the spirit and tenacity to fight on even when all hope is lost! A strong stallion once looked up at the night sky and wondered how many future fillies and colts would remember the day we took to the stars in search of our destiny. How he and the others that came along with him to shape our starbound ventures and all the wealth and prosperity it has brought to our nation and the sheer selfless sacrifice he made to give our generation a fighting chance!”

Jet gripped his heart and shut his eyes as tear welled up within them. He stood strong and pointed to the sky as he continued.

“That stallion, was my father! And I will wear this star for him, for Ship, for Frag, Flip, Glitzy, Scratch, Morning, and all those who have gave it all for our freedoms! WE WILL FIGHT!”

The crowd turned from cheers to pure zealous and furious chants. His speech echoed throughout all of United Equus. Hooves, horns, wings all joined together in harmony once more to rebuild what is lost and take the fight back to the Pulsar. Princess Luna replaced Jet on stage as a battle fleet of her ships flew overhead.

“My fellow Equestrians, we are at war!”

“WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR!” shouted and cried the crowds in all the colonies and cities that called United Equus their home. Ignited was the fire of billions of souls all chanting for a new future to be carved out by their hooves.

Princess Celestia looked to Jet as he was taken backstage. Jet still sobbed as his heart hurt from all his mixed and powerful feelings all jumbled up inside of him.

Later that night Jet was lost in his dream. Brought on by the stress of his own self perceived failures he wandered lost in the Everfree Forest as a foal. He continued to cry in distress.

"Daddy!" he sobbed as he yelled into the pitch black abyss of the night, "Mommy!"

He ran into a clearing shaking in fear and sadness. He cried on as his feeling of lost and confusion continued to take hold. Something rustled in the bushes and he backed away as a timberwolf snarled licking its lips and eying the young foal for an easy meal. He screamed and flailed before trying to fly. His tiny wings fluttered uselessly in his sheer panic. He covered his eyes and continued to scream for his father. The deeply distressed foal could only hear the sounds of splinters and cracks of wood as something managed to come to his rescue. He was wrapped in the warmth of a brilliant white wing.

"Jet! Jet, are you okay?"

"I wanted to run away daddy! I'm so sorry!" Jet nuzzled into his fathers coat and cried.

"It's okay Jet. I'm here now. Don't cry baby, daddy's here," Sky Buster shielded his foal in his arms and wings. His father flipped up the visor of his black helmet and sweetly nuzzled Jet's mane, "It's not your fault."

"I wanted to run away daddy," Jet looked up at his father with a look of regret. Sky tucked the colt to his chest and comforted his child.

"It's not your fault Jet."

As Jet opened his eyes the dream changed to that of a blue and open sky dotted with low hanging clouds. He was somehow now an adult still being hugged by his long dead father. Jet noticed a few figures behind his dad all lined up on the cloud. Flip, Frag, Ship, and Morning all saluted in line.

"What do you see son? Do you see their faces?"

"Yes..."

"Do they hold any resentment my son?"

"No, they are crying."

"Jet, they are crying because they are worried about you. You've made me so proud son. Don't ever forget that!" Buster let go of his embrace and put a hoof to his son's face, "You're all grown up now."

Jet looked to his father as he turned away and walked to the others. Jet reached out one last time.

"When can I see you again?" Jet hung the question in the air as his father stopped and smiled.

"When Elysium and reality become one my son."

"Wait! Dad! Dad!" Jet awoke from his dream to the sight of his father's encased feather that fell out of his own pocket. He looked at it and held it close to his heart before putting it back, "Dad..."

"Jet, Jet it's okay. It's me, Avia," Jet's sister slowly wrapped her arms and wings around her brother before Rainbow and Soaren joined in the group hug. They all took a step back and saw Jet still quaking with his father's feather grasped tight between his hooves halfway tucked into his chest pocket, “I have nightmares too. It's okay big brother.”

“Jet, you were screaming in your sleep. Come here,” Rainbow sat down next to her son and let him cry into her chest, “My buddy... Momma's got you...”

“Dammit mom! I saw him again! I saw dad!”

“I know, I know. I see him too sometimes... You were my last gift from him and I am so proud of you son.”

“Mom?” Jet asked as he sobbed, “When will it end? This whole fucking war, the ponies that are all dying... All this pain, all this suffering... I just want it to end.”

“You listen and you listen here buddy,” Rainbow held on to her son as she tried to comfort him, “YOU are gonna be the one to end this war, and I know it! All your life I've seen you grow up into a soldier your father would be so proud of. If anypony is gonna bring an end to this war, it's you. I love you my little buddy...”

“Buddy... That's the nickname you always called dad huh?”

Rainbow sobbed, “Yeah... Hang on Jet. Hang on for me.”

“What the Pulsar did to us... We're broken.”

“We gotta pick up the pieces Jet. Don't be afraid to reach out. And... You're not alone,” Rainbow pointed to herself and her daughter.

“Don't you think I still have nightmares about Flip, Jet?” Avia came forward and nuzzled her brother's mane, “We're a strong family. It's gonna take a lot more to shake us up.”

Jet's phone rang in the middle of the night. His family stopped for a second as he answered it.

“This is Jet, can it wait?”

“Jet, this is Brainstorm. It's important. We need you back up on the Sky Buster.”

“Guess it's another mission,” Jet sighed as he packed his weapons and gear, “Come on Avia.”

“No it's not another mission. Just get up here. I really need to talk to you about something, classified.”

“This should be good.”

Rainbow, in her curiosity picked up the phone, “Hey, Brainstorm. This is General Rainbow Dash of the United Equus Space Force. What's this you say about the classified information?”

“Ma'am, if you wish to join your son you may. I can't stop you.”

Rainbow hung up, “Damn right he can't stop me. Not with my pay grade.”

“Never lost your edge huh mom?” Avia smiled at her mother.

“Nope, let's go.”

They arrived on the ship via air transport right in from the hangar. Brainstorm was right there to welcome them in.

“Madam General, Commander Jet. I need both of you to come with me to the medical bay. You too Avia.”

“What's going on?”

“This is a disturbing find Avia. I want you guys to see it for yourself,” Brainstorm opened the doors to the medbay once they arrived. The wounded soldiers from their last missions were recovering in their beds but something was off about them. Passion was right there next to her boyfriend. Red looked right at Jet and his eyes were devoid of all color. Even his bright red coat was now tinted with the same grey.

“Red! What the hell happened to you?! You were fine and stable when we pulled you in!”

“I-I can't fly...” Red pulled away his blanket to show Jet his atrophied wings shriveled up from the lack of magic in his system, “But I can still fight... Get me out there and I can still fight! When I am fit to do so comrade.”

“Sir, the Pulsar have equipped their troops with a brand new weapon capable of draining all magic from anyone wounded by it. Reports are flooding in worldwide: millions of wounded unicorns left without magic, pegasi that can't fly or walk on clouds, earth ponies with no super strength. Commander we are dealing with an enemy Equus is outclassed to fight,” Brainy sighed and pounded on one of the tables, “They wounded three of our unicorns.”

“Oh my Celestia! Piggle!” Jet rushed to his side and saw him sobbing, “Your horn... Holy crap...”

“I-I can't use magic anymore! I didn't even get hurt that badly but they shot me with some sort of weird alien metal!”

“He's talking about Violium... You are well aware that gemstones hold magical charge unlike most minerals found in planetary crusts right?”

“Of course Brainstorm.”

“Violium has an unstable negative magical charge. So much of it in fact that even just a few grams of it to make contact with the blood of ponies, will cause them to lose all magical abilities. And the worst fact of all: it's what they used to kill Discord. His autopsy confirmed this with numerous bullet fragments made of this strange substance. Not even the Alicorns are safe now.”

“No, they wounded Wishful and Blue as well?”

“Correct. Wishful can no longer use any of his game changing spells and Blue is devastated to the loss of his dexterity. Suffice to say, he can't play video games with his magic anymore and his morale has been shot down.”

“Any good news at least?” Jet held up his arms in frustation.

“Well, you did kill Alson Burry. And that has set the Pulsar back for quite a while. They have been gradually routed by the UPF and EUF forces but knowing them, they won't stay down so easily.”

“Does Princess Celestia know?” Rainbow asked.

“Yes Madam General. She's scared. Luna's scared. Every pony who calls United Equus home is in danger of extinction and they know it. The Pulsar do not follow any rules set about by any peace keeping force, they do not respect morals, they will not stop until they conquer everything.”

“I'll petition the Princesses to use the Elements of Harmony once again. I'm calling for my friends to help out.”

“Mom, it's to dangerous. Let Avia or I wield the Element of Loyalty.”

“I suppose you're right bud. I guess it's time to hand the reigns to the next generation.”

“And our starbound ascension?”

“Heeey!” Rush came in from the ceiling, “That's my mom's job!”

“Speaking of your mother. Rush, think you can wield the Element of Laughter?”

“You got it Jet! You know I'm always gitty to go!”

“So that leaves Cross with Magic, Macbook with Honesty, but... Who's gonna wield Kindness and Generosity? Rarity doesn't have a kid,” Brainstorm thought out loud.

“No, but she does have a cyber-augmented sister and one of the fleet commanders is her husband. Call Button Mash, tell him that we're recruiting Sweetie Belle for the fight.”

“You got it Jet,” Brainstorm saluted before making his way up to the bridge, “This does give me an idea to harness the power of the Elements by encasing them in your armors. Let me get to work on that unless you have some other research you'd like me to do.”

“Storm, I want you to focus on finding any trace of the Pulsar left of Equus. From what I noticed in the field, such as the prototype Wyverns being flown by North Equestria, it seems that we've got sleeper agents within our own race. I want you to get the message out to Nelly's mom and see if you can get us some intel.”

“Copy that commander.”

Jet phone rang again. It was Umbra on the phone as stoic as ever.

“Jet, we got a problem. I want you to take my brother and a squad over to the Crystal Empire embassy in Canterlot. It's about my father...”

“Oh shit, Piggle can you walk?”

“Yeah, Brainstorm was just experimenting on me a little. At least I can still use my hooves to grab things.”

“Good, grab your gun and let's get down. Your dad's got some issues I think.”

“What kind of issues?” Piggle got off the bed and donned his uniform. A look of concern shot across his eyes.

“Umbra just called. I think she needs you to see her about it.”

“Oh no, not this again...” Piggle's gut twisted with fear.

Umbra was with her father discussing an issue with the Pulsar as they trotted along in the embassy halls. She was confronting her father about his rather controversial opinion of the war, “Dad, this doesn't make sense. Why are you voting against this war?”

Umbra's father, “Mena” as he is known only sighed as he shifted his papers for a meeting he was about to be called to, “Blood begets blood and it will continue forever that way.”

His daughter continued to escort him to the meeting room, “You don't understand... Celestia dammit dad... I lost THREE friends on my last mission. I SAW babies get eaten by those fucks! This isn't right. They are ruthless and they will stop at nothing until we are all dead. Or their lunch.”

“Yes that is true, and there will be retribution and justice after the war, but only if it ends peacefully,” Umbra's father kept a cool head, “Don't let your emotions run wild.”

“Do you even hear yourself?! The one Pulsar sniper we caught was so full of himself about how we all need to die, there is no peace, there is only extinction for your race,” Umbra scoffed at the thought, “That was until I fucking caved his skull... It felt good...”

Mena shivered and glared at her with red eyes.

Umbra continued, “Every kill I savor but that was just the most satisfying,”

“Fine then.”

“Dad, you know that doesn't scare me anymore... I'm better now. I accept myself for who I am: someone who LOVES to kill.”

Mena's voice wavers before lashing out in a fit of rage, “LET'S SEND IN RECON! FIND THEIR BASE NUKE IT! IF THAT DOESN'T WORK! LET'S KEEP NUKING IT!” He pinned her to ground, fur darkening, “HOW DOES THAT SOUND!?”

Piggle rushed to the scene just in time, “Dad! let it go...”

Mena hisses, “FUCK IT!”

The tired old mercenary turned senator sighed, deep and relaxed to calm his nerves. He looked to Piggle, his son.

“I'm sorry Piggle. I need to get back to work, just get me where I need to go. Wait, what happened to you?!”

“They... Took away my magic dad... All of it... Don't you understand now?”

“They will be brought to justice, but this war has to end peacefully or we will repeat the mistakes of the past.”

“I can't believe he's still like this after what we've been through,” Umbra whispered to Piggle.

Piggle rolled his eyes, “I know right? Scratch and the others didn't deserve that. I didn't deserve this!”

Mena started to shiver with tears falling on face. His fur darkened and a dark aura started to consume him.

Piggle rushed to his dad's side knowing what was about to happen, “Dad?! It's me! Dad wake up!”

Mena struggled to maintain his sanity and control his magic. This magical condition of his was like that of someone with a split personality disorder yet much worse due to the magical nature of ponies. Mena would transform into his alternate, much more evil, self: Locke Jaw.

“Even Locke knows who you are Piggle,” he glanced at them and sighed, “Leave me alone, I preferred it when ponies ran in fear of me, so I couldn't hurt them like that. Even the Princesses don't view me as threat anymore.”

Mena started to calm down, his anger replaced with tears.

Piggle tried to lighten the situation, “That's because they respect you now.”

“Even after I support peace with monsters?” Mena pounded one hoof at the floor, “I mean my own daughter comes in here just to berate me for my choice. Locke has grown bored, I have grown tired, what should I do children?”

“What can we do dad?” Piggle sighed in relief as his father was stopped from morphing.

“I'm sorry, but the fact of the matter is that we all want this war to end,” Umbra brought back the subject at hand.

“Fine, I'll stay with my vote, they'll out vote me, and everyone will get ther war,” Mena was now shaking. He assumed the worse because of his opinions, “And kids, no matter what happens after this gathering, know daddy will always love you.”

Umbra sighed in regret, “We love you too.”

“Which is why we are here,” Piggle and Umbra finished escorting him to the location in the Crystal Imperial Embassy on Equestria. Mena is greeted by the NGJTF all aiming their guns right at him about to take him into custody.

“Senator Mena,” Jet was right there with his whole eight pony team with Umbra and Piggle included, “You are being detained for your opinions on-”

Mena snarled, starting to morph again, “Oh fucking Luna, don't do that, Locke is itching for a fight...”

“Don't!”

Jet noticed the massive white wings behind Mena and the horn of an alicorn as well. As Flurry Heart came into view they all lowered their weapons and saluted, “Princess on deck!”

Flurry put a hoof on Mena's shoulder, “I can assure you the senator is not a Pulsar collaborator. He's just a little hippie is all. Don't mind him he's just a little anti-war.”

“Hello miss Flurry,” Mena greeted her accordingly.

“And hello to you Mr. Senator. I knew you NGJTF guys would do this when I heard about the Senator's stance on the war. Just back off and give him some space.”

Mena, jaded and stressed by all the attention he has gathered sighed long and deep, “So shall we make our way to the gathering hall miss Flurry?”

“Not quite Senator. We just need a few questions answered from you.”

“We got the approval of Celestia herself to question the Senator. Guess we can do this the easy way?” Jet asked Flurry.

“Yes, pull up a chair,” Flurry used her magic to levitate the chairs in the meeting hall to seat all the NGJTF. Mena stood instead, just fine and comfortable standing.

Flurry looked to Umbra, “Can you get my servants to fetch us some refreshments?”

Umbra saluted as she flew off, “Yes ma'am.”

“Oh Umbra!” Flurry stopped her for a second, “Anyone have anything to request?”

Jet looked at his phone, “Uh, what time is it? A beer would be nice.”

“Piiie-” Jet's pie obsessed half sister sat wide eyed.

“Dammit sis. Is all you think of pie?”

“Yes,” Avia retorted with a smug look on her face.

Umbra whispered a growl as she was annoyed and flew away.

“OH! And some cupcakes!” Rush jumped up. “DON'T FORGET THE CUPCAKES!”

Umbra could be heard in the distance, quietly cursing.

Flurry teleported in a clipboard, “Now, let's pick your brain a little bit.”

Jet started, “Okay. So, why do you feel this war towards the war?”

Mena motioned Piggle to leave. His son walked out of the room, “Because I have killed many for and against Equus, and I'm tired of seeing bloodshed. Next question.”

Flurry's horn started to click. She nodded and looked back to Jet.

“Are you in any way shape or form collaborating with the Pulsar?”

“No.”

Again Flurry's horn started to click, “He's clean. That was no lie.”

“Good, he can be trusted,” Jet nodded.

Umbra flew back into the room as she puts a platter down, “No shit.”

Flurry dug through her saddlebag pockets and pulled out her phone, “Oh! Silly me, I forgot I had my phone all along. I could have just called for all of this to be brought in! haha...”

Umbra shook in a fit. Her father started giggling.

“Okay last question,” Jet popped his beer open and lifted it up, “Party?”

Mena looked at him confused, “No thank you.”

“Fair enough,” Jet leaned back and took a swig from his bottle.

“Guess you have a lot of work to do then. Carry on Senator. Sorry we wasted your time,” Flurry apologized on behalf of the NGJTF.

“Yes, thank you,” Mena walked it off, “I understand.”

“I don't,” Umbra huffed at her father.

“Yeah, his opinion isn't all that popular,” Flurry dismissed it and thought of something else, “Say...”

“Hmm?” Jet looked to the Princess.

Piggle continued with the previous subject, “Of course it isn't. Dad has never really been popular.”

Flurry agreed, “For the record it's a small miracle he's a senator. Gets the job done but can be a little... You know your father. Anyway back to what I was saying.”

“Go ahead Princess,” Jet focused his attention back to her.

“I prefer to be called Lieutenant. I've served in the Guard for a long time you know. You can thank my dad for that,” Flurry smiled. Umbra and Piggle followed their dad out of the room.

“What do you have in mind Lieutenant?” Jet was curious to her intentions.

“I want to join your team.”

“WHOA! Is that my beer talking to me or did you just say-”

“Yup,” Flurry sipped her tea and replaced it back onto the table before cupping her hooves together to rest her chin onto them, “I've mastered multiple shield spells, been training myself all my life in self defense and counter-terror operations, been in the kill house both as a hostage and a pointmare, and I know all the tricks in the book right from my daddy. I'm sure you can ask my German cousin about all of that.”

“Wow you are legit. Guess it would make sense for Prince Shining Armor to make her daughter into such a badass. Terrorists who'd want to capture you for ransom have another thing coming,” Jet admired her skills, “Talk is cheap though, you wanna prove yourself?”

“Yeah, I busted myself out of a few hostage situations. I am an alicorn after all. Though to be fair my magic has tapered off since my foalhood. A lot of my spells do have quite the long cooldown mind you. One of each type once per day mind you. I've read about your Wishful Fun, I am terribly sorry for his loss of magic. But to be honest with you, my skillsets are probably just as powerful as his. I found it hard to believe such a unicorn could do such a thing.”

“He's devastated though. He's worked for all his life on those spells and all his military career using them. Then just one day the Pulsar took it all away from him. Aren't you immortal though?”

Flurry sighed, “What is immortality when the enemy has the means to kill an Ethereal being like me? In any other circumstance I would wipe the floor with these guys. I am no super mare now. The enemy has leveled our playing field Colonel. Take every advantage we can get.”

In a sudden burst of action a squad of UPF troopers filed into the room. There was a Keldeo Pokemorph leading the operation as the troopers all pinned the NGJTF members to the table and placed them all in handcuffs.

“By order of President Micheal Rivers, the United Equus NGJTF is hereby under arrest for crimes against the Federation! 3 Burn! Sacred! On me.”

“Got it boss! All NGJTF members in the room are pacified,” Carman the Sylveon finished her swift arrest on Jump Jet and his sister.

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” Jet yelled, “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?”

“No kidding. I as Princess of the Crystal Empire demand an explanation of this at once!”

“Princess Flurry, members of the NGJTF have destroyed a number of UPF assets in the Sargasso region mere days ago. We have confirmed intel that they are all responsible for this action and are hereby arrested for war crimes.”

Flurry huffed, “Then you'll have to arrest me. Because I'm part of their team now.”

“She's right! Go ahead and spark an international incident you pricks!” Jet snarled as he was bound.

“Spaz, what you think?” the Keldeo looked to the other Eevee squad leader of the two strike teams sent to arrest the NGJTF.

“RTB Gabriel. We don't have orders to arrest a Princess. I don't know what the President has to say about this.”

“Roger that. Sacred Sword Squad, stand down. Task Force 3 Burn, stand down. RTB for retasking,” Gab the Keldeo took the two squads outside and went away as the NGJTF got back to their feet.

“Flurry, you're on the team. No more questions asked. Now what the hell was that all about?”

“Something tells me that some really messed up shit is about to hit...” Flurry looked to Jet with a look of worry in her eyes.