The Pony/Kzin Wars

The Everfree forest, 900 years A.F. (After the Fall)

Princess Celestia stepped out of her chariot with regal grace, the half-dozen ponies of front of her bowing low in respect. As her gaze swept around the clearing, she took in the tools and tents of a research outpost, all unoccupied as their owners were busy greeting their ruler.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, your highness," said the pony at the head of the group, a male unicorn with a black coat and mane heavily streaked with grey. He raised his eyes to meet hers, and she saw he was nervous, but doing his best to hide it. "While it may be our job to study manticores, this one has us stumped." He stood, and gestured for Celestia to follow him. "We were hoping you could lend us some insight."

"I'm always happy to help any of my subjects, especially a pony as distinguished as yourself, Thread Life, " Celestia said amiably, silently wondering whether this was actually more important than planning the upcoming summit later that month. She hoped so, otherwise this entire trip would have just been a waste of time.

"We found the body after the roaring woke us up last night," Thread Life continued as they stepped into the forest surrounding the clearing, heading north by north-east at a brisk pace while the rest of ponies fanned out behind them, scanning the brush for would-be ambushers. "Whatever did this was easily as loud as the manticore it killed, but while nothing else out here roars like that, it didn't actually sound like one. The roar was pitched too high, and almost refined, in a sense. That combined with the marks... it's best if you see it for yourself."

They walked onward for a few more minutes, picking their way along one of the forest trails. Soon enough, the undergrowth cleared, and the group walked out into a rocky clearing spotted with boulders about 100 tails* across. Celestia pulled up short, stopping at edge of grass to keep from getting blood on her hooves. Under a tree to their left lay the fresh corpse of a bull manticore in the prime of life, partially submerged in a mostly dried pool of bodily fluids. The poor creature was slumped on its left shoulder, its eyes blank and staring straight ahead, frozen in a moment of pain and terror. The sight turned Celestia's stomach, but she was strong enough not to let it show. The other ponies weren't so lucky, and a few of them who hadn't seen the display earlier emptied their stomachs into a convenient bush.

"I'll let you get a first impression before we add what we've found out," Thread mumbled to Celestia, looking a little green himself as the stench hit them both, a mix of fresh and rancid meat. "Prevent bias and all that stuff. Excuse me for a moment." He stumbled off to join his coworkers as Celestia approached the body.

At first glance, she saw the manticore's hide was covered in claw and bite marks, both approximately lining up with the size and shape of another manticore, which would point towards this death being a simple dominance struggle gone wrong. However, there were also a couple of slash and stab marks, like those made by a sword or a spear. Taking a closer look at one of the slashes on the beast's side and wrinkling her nose at the stink, Celestia concluded that whatever had made it was large, at least one tail long, and almost impossibly sharp, as the cut was perfectly clean despite having gone straight through five ribs. Noticing the blood staining the Manticore's mane was a shape lighter than the rest of it, Celestia checked the creature's neck and found what obviously the killing blow: an horizontal slash across the throat, as professional as the executioner she'd fired when she banned the death penalty. "What could have done this?" She muttered to herself, reaching out to but not quite touching the lethal cut.

"That's not all," said Thread from her right, standing next the beast's head. Glancing up, Celestia saw the ponies had recovered and were busily collecting samples, including one pony who was extracting a tuft of orange fur from under one of the manticore's claws. "Whatever killed it didn't do it for food. There's only one body part missing." He gestured towards the head. Celestia followed his gaze, and saw something that made a slightly confusing situation into a totally baffling one. The manticore's ears were missing, both of them, neatly severed right at the base. When Celestia raised an eyebrow at Thread, he just shrugged, "We found a few bloody paw prints leading to a nearby stream, but after that the trail went cold. Do you have any idea what responsible for this?" His gaze hardened, "I don't like it when ponies mess with my charges."

Celestia merely shook her head. In all her years on the throne of Equestria, she'd never seen anything like this. Although something had been bugging her ever since they got here, and Thread's about food had finally pushed it to the front of her mind, causing her to glance around nervously. "Thread Life?" she asked slowly, powering up a scrying spell, "Where are all the scavengers?"

Thread froze, his ears splaying back against his head as his pupils dilated, then scooted a bit closer to her. As he did so, a multitude of screams reached their ears: the terrified braying of a group of ponies, and a single,  overpowering screech that made Celestia want to curl up into a ball and run her legs off at the same time.

Unknown Location, the Previous Night

"How long until we can eat the local wildlife?" Griped Navigator, doing upsidedown crunches while hanging off the wing of the Scout Ship Nobel Quest to get himself adjusted to living on a planet again, "I can't be the only one who is tired of meat sticks."

"The computer said our bacteria will have adjusted by tomorrow," Trak-Sergeant growled at him in response, stopping his pacing to look him in the eye, or at least as well as he could with Navigator's head bobbing up and down like one of those infernal water contraptions, "Be patient until then, or I will have to discipline you." He held up his left hand and slowly extended his claws. Navigator's ears flattened against his head as he shut up and nodded eagerly, making his body wiggle even more than before. He knew better than needle to Trak when he was in one of his moods.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Trak-Sergeant went back to pacing the perimeter of the ship. His crew, minus Navigator and Ship-Pilot (who never wanted to set foot on a planet again, for some unimaginable reason) was out exploring or gathering data, while he was stuck waiting until they came back. To be precise, they were escorting the researcher and his Jotok slave whom the whole mission were centered around. It isn't every year that a star, even a smaller one like a white dwarf, is found orbiting a planet, and it's even less common for the Patriarch to dispatch a research team to investigate anything, even something as bizarre as this.

The light dimmed suddenly, and Trak turned toward the sun to see it set in a rather dramatic and spectacular fashion as the moon rose in a similar manner. The whole reason they'd made landfall (besides going stir crazy from living in a hunk of metal at maximum capacity for cycles on end) was because Plosk-scientist were unable to figure out what was keeping the sun in orbit. Trak had almost skewered the mewling weakling on the spot, but restrained himself since the short term satisfaction would not be worth the damage to his honor returning empty handed would bring.

In any case, Plosk had wanted to get some readings from closer to the ground, so they'd landed in an isolated area where they could work undisturbed. The orbital cameras had recorded a large portion of the local civilization, including the fact that there were multiple sapient races all living on the same world despite having no industrial base or anything else that would allow for interstellar travel, which would be quite fascinating if Trak actually cared about stuff like that. What he did care about was fighting. However, as much as he might have wanted to tangle with one the bipedal bulls or a bird-Kzin hybrid, the mission came first. It was the Hero's Way.

Trak pulled up the feed from one of the scouting drones they'd deployed while the ship was still confirming whether it was safe for them to step outside, and watched with no small degree of amazement as a group of flying horses pushed a wall of clouds over a small town and made it start to rain. He'd give half his collection of ear trophies to own one of those creatures, be it the flying variety he was currently spying on, the super-strong farmers who appeared to make up the working class, or one of the horned creatures that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Since Engine-Technician had outright stated he wanted a horned one to help him with the more difficult to reach repairs, Trak knew he wasn't alone in this sentiment. Vomit-inducingly cute (they almost looked like cubs, between their size and distorted features) or not, these creatures were ideal slave material, especially since they seemed to be naturally docile, much like their Homeworld counterparts.

They were still trying to come up with a name for the locals, since when Soldier had suggested "Ponies" he'd earned himself a fresh scar across his chest. No self respecting member of the Heroes Race would ever use such a ludicrous term, and it was because of stuff like this that Soldier was still Soldier. Bright Horses was Trak's choice, thanks to the future slaves's garish coat colors, but he hadn't managed to convince the others yet.

In any case, he was already itching to run out into the forest and hunt down the biggest animal he could find, and Navigator's comment was the nudge that knocked him off the cliffside. "Navigator," He said, his nostrils flaring and his ears flattening in anticipation, "I'm going to have a look around. I'll grab a comset before I go so the others can contact me and I won't stray far from the ship, but don't follow me. I need to hunt." Navigator saluted, raking his claws across his face (an odd looking motion when performed upside-down) and Trak-Sergeant stepped into the airlock. He held his breath as it cycled and sprayed disinfectant on him to catch any stray microbes, then entered the ship proper.

The smell of oiled machinery hit his nose as the sound of buzzing electronics filled his ears, and he stomped down the metal walkway towards the armory, ducking under a low hanging support beam as he went. Ship-Pilot was in the room when he entered, polishing his Wtsia, a long knife with a mono-filament edge. His ears twitched as he worked, and kept twitching as he looked up and tossed a salute in the Sergeant's direction. "What brings you back inside?" He asked, his eyes lidding slightly, "Given how you t'kzintars were griping during planetfall, I was not expecting to see anyone for quite some time." Trak just snarled at him. Pilot's use of the Mocking mode had gotten under his skin just like it always did, but Trak tried his best to ignore it. Ship-Pilot was the best flyer in the empire bar none, and the only reason he hadn't earned a full name by now was the delight he took in stepping on his superiors's tails. Of course, that skill also kept the repercussions of most of his actions from ending his life. "I really do not see why you enjoy the surface so much," Pilot continued, "It's hot and humid and full of bugs more often than not. Give me a nice, climate controlled vessel any day."

"And what of the urge to hunt?" Trak shot back, getting pulled in despite himself. He walked over to one of the weapon racks and grabbed a kreera, a serrated short sword, which he strapped to his belt opposite his Wtsai, then picked a helmet off the wall and strapped it on. It clicked neatly with the rest of his suit, protecting his neck and shoulders from attack.

"A minor inconvenience," Pilot answered, "Besides, it allows me to spend my pay on females instead."

Trak decided not to point out that Pilot should have his own harem by now and turned to leave. "I'm heading out, but not far. You're not in charge until I get back. Understood?" He left before Pilot could respond, making his way back outside with a bit more haste than could be considered normal. The entire crew, himself included, did their best to avoid Pilot (an impossible task on a longer voyage like this one), since the last thing anyone wanted was to have the only Kzin who could dock or land the ship with any degree of skill dead. Trak took a deep breath to take in the smells of the forest and clear the stink of metal, oil, and plastic from his nostrils, then dropped to all fours and stalked out into the forest. He hoped he would run into something large and angry. He seriously needed to vent after so long without a fight.

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Celestia landed in front of the ponies who had back themselves into a corner of a boulder, and turned to face the manticore killer. Her first impression of the being was that a minotaur and a big cat had had a child. The creature was massive, five tails tall and three across while standing on its hind legs, with a pure black coat spotted with yellow stripes. His face was feline, snarling at the group as he crouched and prepared to spring, his hairless ears flattened against its head. his bald tail slashed back and forth behind him, bumping against the body of the pony he'd murdered just a moment before. and a prominent scar on his right forearm came into view as he sprang. But despite his fearsome appearance, Celestia did not prepare to fight him with everything she had because of his apparent strength or terrifying. No, it was the sword in his hand, the helmet on his face, and the armor plating snaking across his shoulders and down his back which marked him as a sapient being that made her cautious. The pair of pony ears taken from the researcher he'd killed hanging on a loop in his belt along side many other sets she couldn't identify didn't help.

She threw a shield up between them in record time, and the feline smacked into it face-first, causing the ponies to wince. It didn't seem to deter him in the slightest, however, as he simply got back and attacked the barrier. When his claws raked harmlessly across the magical energy, Celestia relaxed slightly, wondering whether this would be enough to keep him at bay. Then the sword came into play, and it sliced clean through the shield without slowing down. The wall held, but the strain of maintaining went up considerably, and Celestia grunted as she shunted more power into her horn. It didn't last, though, as the Cat just kept attacking and attacking, until a hefty blow finally shattered the defensive spell.

He roared again (in truth it was closer to a scream than a roar), and leapt. This time, instead of meeting a wall of magic he landed on top of a skewer made of solar energy, one that blasted him across the clearing and through a tree. Celestia let out a gust of air. A blow like that could put down a griffon, let alone this big cat. However, as she walked towards the splintered remains of an oak, the ponies she was protecting frozen in shock, her ears twitched as she picked up a combination of hissing and spitting interspersed with groans.

She gaped in disbelief as she rounded the stump: The creature was not only still alive, but both conscious and trying to stand up! He wasn't succeeding, but he was still trying. Then he screamed, and collapsed, but before Celestia could decide whether to help him her pupils dilated as the answering screams came,  seemingly from all around her and at least four different throats. She had to get her subjects out here!  She turned and sprinted back to the group, but didn't get there fast enough. By the time she arrived, the ponies were dead, killed by five more of the creatures in much heavier armor, and a bizarre animal that looked like a five petaled flower made out of arms.

They saw her at the same time she them, and advanced as one, drawing weapons she couldn't identify as they stepped closer. While she may have been able to take out just one armed with only a sword, she doubted she could last against a group. Then a beam of energy shot from one of the weapons, slicing a piece of her mane off as she dodged. That doubt made a sudden change to shock. They hurt her. These creatures could actually hurt her. She teleported back to her chariot, the fear in her eyes transferring to her escorts as they met her gaze. She ordered the pullers to get them out of there as quickly as possible, and only after the campsite had been left far behind them and she'd sent orders ahead to scramble the guard for war did she allow herself to weep.

She was going to find the monsters that had slaughtered her people, and she would make them pay. Every. Single. One.

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Engine-Technician purred in pleasure as he bit into the first fresh meat he'd tasted in over a cycle. These colorful horses were delicious, sweet and flavorful without any special preparation. The rest of the crew tucked in around him, filling their bellies after a successful hunt, and for Plosk-scientist a successful mission. According to him, that much larger, white horse was the source of the anomalous readings he'd been picking up. The idea of a single creature controlling a star was ludicrous, but so were horses that made it rain, flying lizards that ate gems, and a bear the size of a capital ship, all of which had been thoroughly recorded on the cameras.  Trak-Sergeant was still recovering from the brutal hit he'd taken, but he was healthy enough to gobble down a few hunks of meat before the sleep drugs kicked in, so he'd be fine. In fact, it was thanks to his distraction that they'd killed the others and taken their first slave (one of the horned grazers), who should be waking up right about... now.

The horse stirred, raised his (thankfully) grey and black head, realized just what the Kzin were eating, and passed out again. There wasn't anything it could have done in any case, they were already on their way back to Hunter's Rest. The Empire needed to know about this new world, and the riches it contained. With their new slave as proof of their claims, soon they would all earn full names and the right to homestead on this world, the most wondrous the Kzin had ever encountered. The only downside was that it was a full cycle and a half each way when moving at 4/5 the speed of light from the perspective of the crew, plus the 1-2 cycles it would take to actually get the fleet organized. Slowly than light travel was boring, but at least the gravity drive made the time short enough to be bearable. They'd all die of old age before they completed the six and four eights cycles it would take for a round trip without time dilation.

The Jotok crawled over to the horse and poked at it curiously, causing Engine's ears to twitch amusement. The future was looking bright, and soon the Empire would claim the light of yet another star. Life didn't get much better than this.