Author's Note

Trying a diffrent style for this little bonus chapter full of fanservice.

The * means a transition effect.

Vinyl and Octy in: A Cephalon's Request

Grineer filed into the small room storming towards a grey mare with charcoal black hair.

"Tavi on your right!" a white mare with neon blue streaks in her hair warned. What those bulbous cloned soldiers failed to realize was that "Tavi" was wielding a jet-powered hammer. Which she used to crumble a lancer into a wall, with a crazed grin she pulled it close for another swing.

*EERRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The scene froze with a record scratch.*

"Hi I'm Vinyl Scratch, you probably know me better as DJ pon-3 master of the wubs. The smokin hot mare who looks like she has way too much playing alien wack a mole. That's Octavia Philharmonic. Ya that Octavia, the famous cellist."

The scene continued as Vinyl leveled two yellow Grakatas at more Grineer and opened rapid fire like the crescendo of an epic dubstep piece.

"You probably wonder how all this started, Well about three days ago."

*The scene rapidly rewinds.*

"You're a lazy good for nothing slob!" Octavia shouted at Vinyl who snarled

"Your an uptight Snu-"

*The scene froze both mid-shout. Near the front door of their shared home.*

"Not our best moment."

*The scene jumps to Octavia leaving out the front door with a slam, Vinyl's tears hid behind her ever-present shades.*

"That's when the love of my life walked out." Past Vinyl stormed around the room "So ya I was upset, and I needed to clear my head, so I called my agent." Past Vinyl dialed a number on her cell. "Hey ya Neon! ya, whats up I need a gig tonight!" She looked at her phone disgusted "NO OCTY DID NOT KICK ME OUT! Do you have a gig or not ass!"

Lucky for me he did, and a couple hours later I was setting up in a dinky club. While I swore at Neon who probably set it up as a joke. Soon enough the magic hour struck, and It was time to work my Wubs. My rep drew the crowds, My music enslaved em. I'm used to all shapes and sizes but something on two legs in neon blues and pinks with bright peacock feathers on her head. That was a new one for me but whatever it was time to PARTY!

So I set my volume, something to work into before I blow everyone's minds. I started the show, and everyone cheered. But I was angry, and my beat showed it fast and heavy as the sound amped up. I prepped for a killer drop like a man prepping for the apocalypse. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that thing throw something. Whatever I have a Beat to drop. When my wave of sound hit the crowd my jaw dropped.

The floor glowed in neon pink spots with blue outlines. As solid pillars of pink rose and fell to my beat! Ponies were bopped into the are by my bass as they whooped and hollered. All the while that thing danced and shook every inch of her slender frame. I started experimenting, testing how my music toyed with the crowd. A short hype piece played on loop leading to a hell of a drop. Anticipation filled the air as the group readied for it.

I put a voice sample in on the fly right before the drop, "EVERYBODY FUCKIN JUMP!" The drop tossed the whole dance floor in the air. That person leaped into the air almost into the rafters with a twirl that left pink stripes in the air. She landed not missing a beat of her dance. I swept the floor with waves of rhythm that moved the crowd like the sea.

I let that track fade as I figured out the next. My hooves subconsciously hit play on the sound Octavia, and I was collabing on before she before I let her walk out. It wasn't finished only half a song. I should have switched tracks but I couldn't I played and added to it like a slave to my own thoughts and emotions. I looked over the crowd seeing everyone lost to the beat, Everyone except that person. She had her fists over her chest as if out of everyone she could feel the emotions I was throwing into this song. When the song ended, I had to wipe my eyes and set up a filler song so I could take a break.

She approached me, "Your music is just beautiful. It grabs the soul and moves the body." Her harmonic voice praised

"That light show was fricken sick!" I threw back, and she bowed. She asked for an album, and I got out my marker. "Whats your name?"

"Octavia." I nearly dropped my marker, but like the professional I was, I kept my cool.

"To my new fan Octavia, keep spinning." I nearly broke into tears when I almost wrote Octy. She squealed at the autograph and did another twirl. I had so many questions. What are you? How'd you do that thing with the crowd? But hearing that name shut me down. I went through the rest of the night on autopilot until I hit my bed. My empty, lonely Octy less bed.

The only thing that got me up was this really annoying persistent knocking. I may have answered the door a teeny bit irritable.

Past Vinyl threw open the door with a snarl. "Fuckin Celestia! What do you want!" Past Vinyl's words died when a female covered head to toe in a skin-tight outfit colored black and white with purple neon lines running through it. She stood with a silver briefcase.

"Miss Scratch?" She asked, and I dumbly nodded yes. She nodded back pleased.

"Good my boss Cephalon Suda had sent me with a request for you." She put the briefcase on her arms and opened it to show solid gold bars. Past Vinyl's jaw nearly unhinged and her pupils expanded. "We're told you trade gold for goods and services on this planet. Suda hopes this enough to cover a private concert." She closed the case, and Vinyl wiped the drool from her mouth and gave her head a shake.

"Um, when does your Boss want this show?"

"As soon as possible my ship is ready to take you there." Ya, that's where my brain broke.

"Ship you say, ya let me just go back and get ready." I lied and shut the door. But I'm totally great under pressure and totally didn't lose my Sh-

"What the fuck is going on!" Past Vinyl shouted as she lost her shit. She laid on the floor. The Suda operative opened the door with her hand raised respectively.

"Sorry for the intrusion but is everything all..." She trailed off seeing Vinyl halfway out a window that had fallen on her back trapping her as she flailed.

After the Operative politely helped me out of the window, we sat down to actually talk.

"Um sorry about the total freak out there I was a little overwhelmed." I rubbed my neck, and the Operative shook her head.

"Is the payment an Issue?" She asked, and I shook my hooves frantically

"Celestia No! That's more money than I've ever seen for one gig in my life!" I had to take a breath. "Your an Alien right, and your ship is a spaceship right?" I asked trying to wrap my head around things.

"Yes, and Yes" She responded, and I could only nod.

"And this Suda sounds like a big mob boss that wants me to play for them."

"Cephalon Suda is interested in all knowledge and lately has developed a fascination with music. Nothing shady she just would like to experience your music live." She explained with a smile.

"So how long will the trip take?" I asked running out of reasons to say no.

"The nearest relay is Venus so three hours since we're not using Tenno warp." The gears started turning in my head.

Good money, Check
Fulfill fillyhood dream of going to space, Check
Take my mind off of Octy, Check
Put on a killer show for an alien bigwig and gain intergalactic cred, Check

"Alright, I'm in." I finally agreed, and the Suda Op brightened.

"Fantastic I'll help where ever you need me to, to get ready."

With that, I ran a comb through my hair gave it a nice spike. Put on a fresh pair of shades and wheeled my equipment outside.

"Everything ready?" the Op asked, and I flipped down my shades.

"Lets party!" I said dramatically

"Good the ships a couple blocks east." She pointed, and Past Vinyl looked a little disappointed.

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing just figured you had a teleporter or something cool. But no I'm cool let's go." I saved face as we strolled to the outskirts of town. To a blocky blue ship. The Suda Op loaded my gear onto the lift, and we boarded. A filly like excitement grabbed me by the ass seeing all the alien tech. All the lights, all the sounds, all the Octy... OCTY! Sure as shit the grey mare stood staring at me in as much shock.

"Vinyl? What in the heavens are you doing here?" She asked, and I could feel the tears starting again.

"I didn't know you'd be here ok. I know you don't want to see me anymore." It bubbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. Octavia slow blinked processing what I'd just said. I turned and ran before I started to cry.

"Vinyl your an idiot," Octy said no wait present Octy is saying that.

*Suddenly were sucked back to the current alien filled room where I'm wielding twin alien machine guns, and Octys wielding a jet-powered hammer.*

"Vinyl your an Idiot." She repeated with a soft chuckle while smiling at me. She pulled the hammer back like a batter and home runned a Grineer's head off its shoulders down a hall.

"I know I am Octy, and I know you're mad at me. But you're starting to scare me." She looked at me in bewilderment then laughed a laugh that put butterflies in my stomach.

"I thought you were mad at me for exploding Vinyl." She said, and my Brain screeched to a halt. She swept a lancers legs and crushed his head with a downward swing. " No, I'm actually working through my pent-up aggression at my concert group." She said resetting the hammer on her shoulder.

"Wait really?" I asked not sure if I'd really heard that or was making shit up.

"Yes, they've been driving me up a wall" She swatted a smaller grineer into a bigger one. "Haha take that Symphony you out of tune hack! To the point, I exploded on you Vinyl" She confessed I saw one with cleavers pull back to swing at Octy and I staggered him into a hammer swing that removed his whole upper half leaving his legs to fall over.

"That's what you deserve Flute you backstabbing cowered!" She gloated then returned to apologizing in the same breath. "I walked away because I knew it wasn't your fault I'm sorry for that Vinyl." She finished, and my heart swelled in my chest. I mulched another Grineer without looking as I wiped a tear from my eye. When a thought hit me.

"Hey Octy, you think were committing some sort of war crime by fighting these things?" I asked warily seeing Octy gleefully batting a row of Grineer out of the way. One she had just barely missed turned to run, but she gave chase.

"OH get back here Brass beauty you Tuba blasting bastard!" She leaped into the air and dropped the yellow hammerhead right in his back collapsing its chest with a spray of crimson. She looked at Vinyl with a tsk.
"I never thought I'd say this Vinyl, but you're quite the buzzkill right now." I felt like I'd been smacked.

"I'm not a BUZZKILL!" I defended a little hurt. "I'm just saying these are living things you know," I grumbled as I reloaded. Octy laughed which sent tingles to all the right places.

"Please, these things are genocidal clones bent of galactic domination. Plus it's somewhat therapeutic doing this. You know how many times I've fantasized about bashing my cello into a bandmates skull!" She paused and looked off into the distance a bit crazed then shook her head and pointed back at me. "More times then is probably healthy!" She declared. A grineer who leaned against the wall tossed a grenade which Octy batted back. Her grin did things to me. "Ha to delicate for Baseball Father! Am I too delicate for this!" She shouted moving from band issues to parental ones.

"Celestia on a fucking stick your hot!" She looked back at me brushing a loose strained of hair behind her ear, and I died on the spot. A bullet whizzed past me interrupting the moment, and without breaking eye contact with the angel in front of me, I blew him away with a rattle.

"Vinyl we simply must find a way to do this again. Maybe our next date perhaps." She suggested with an excited smile and the fact the words "next," and "date" was in the same sentence put me on the moon. The room was silent, no more gunfire, or shouting, or screaming just Octy and me. She started towards me, and I met her halfway in a nuzzle that turned into a sweet kiss that tasted like victory. A Grineer survivor tried to crawl away on broken legs totally killing the mood. But a quick rat-ta-tat-tat gave us the room again.

Until the Alien Octavia and someone, I didn't know dropped from a vent on the ceiling with guns of there own at the ready.

"Don't worry little ponies were here to..." Alien Octy trailed off looking around at all the dead Grineer and two kissing ponies. My Octy pulled away to wave at the neon blue and white alien.

"Hello Banshee, nice to see you again." She greeted Banshee who looked like she was wearing a simple short dress with thigh high socks and a massive pair of headphones on her head.

"Hello, Octavia." Banshee greeted back in a mature voice.

"Wait Babe is this the pony Octavia you were telling me about?" The alien who will be called Tavi from here on said. Banshee nodded

"I'm assuming this is the Dj you gushed about?" Banshee asked.

"Ya, this is so weird! Why would Suda want..." She trailed off letting her excited hands fall slightly. "I gave Suda the video of Vinyl's show." She realized.

"And I sent Suda the recording of Octavia's solo." Banshee stated simply.

Tavi facepalmed. "This is our fault, isn't it."

Banshee nodded. "It would appear that way Octy."

I bumped my Octy's shoulder "Hey, they have the same nicknames for each other." I pointed out, and Alien Tavi squee'd

"Oh my god, I told you this was some freaky alt dimension stuff." She said excited, and Banshee shook her head.

"We're sorry for putting both of you in danger." Banshee apologized and bowed, Then put her hand on her Octy's back and made her bow too. My Octy smiled.

"I'll tell you, Miss, we'll forgive this little detour on two stipulations."

****

"I can't believe you convinced them to let us keep them!" I gushed to my amazing marefriend as we walked through a space station they called a Tenno relay. Octy's Jet kittag, and my Twin Grakata's as they were actually called were being stored on the ship because weapons weren't allowed. I was admiring the airport like relay when I realized something.

"Aww, babe you interrupted my flashback!" I whined, and Octavia stopped to give me that you're silly look.

"Was that what you were doing? I thought you were just telling me how you ended up here."

"I was I mean I was doing that thing where everything freezes with a record scratch, and the main character goes yep that's me your probably wondering how I got here," I explained holding my front hooves out like I was still holding my Grakata.

Octy giggled "You always liked that trope."

"Ya, and you interrupted before I could explain everything in the middle." I continued to fake pout, as I got back to all fours.

"I was there for those parts Vinyl why would you explain that?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I don't know. What if someone was reading it?" I asked, and Octy smiled.

"Then I hope they can use context clues to figure out we got boarded and valiantly fought our way to safety."

I think the word you're looking for is brutally Babe." I joked playfully bumping into her. She couldn't hide her smirk as she rolled her eyes.

"Pick whatever word you want I have a feeling our little adventure qualifies as a filler chapter a bit of fanservice perhaps." She offered with a sly look.

"Oh, we definitely filled a chapter. Probably more than most of the other chapters probably. We filled it with murder." I pointed out again, and Octy merely flicked her mane.

"Everypony must unwind from time to time." She said casually, and I had to stop my jaw from unhinging.

"Babe that's, that's just dark, like Luna's plot dark." I stopped to say wide-eyed.

Octy snorted at my concerned tone. "Oh please I'll buy a therapist will part of the bloody briefcase full of gold were getting paid." Octavia did a hop and a skip. I've never seen Octy this happy.

"Briefcases." I corrected, and Octy spun around on one hoof grinning like a filly. I could get used to happy Tavi. They lead us a door into a pure silver room with a glowing rhombus surrounded by smaller ones. Two more steps and the walls fell away to show endless blue and white. The rhombuses were now huge in front of us. At this point, I thought nothing could faze me until they spoke like a kind old lady.

"Hello, I am Cephalon Suda welcome."

"HOLY SHI-" Thankfully this is the part where Octy shoved her hoof in my mouth.

"What my dear Friend means is thank you we are honored to meet you, Ms. Suda." Octy saved us both and Suda rippled and somehow seemed pleased.

"Have you to sorted your relationship issue?" Suda asked so casually Octavia's jaw dropped, and she tried to sputter a response.

"Um wow I don't mean to be disrespectful but-"

"How the Hell do you know that!" I shoved my own hoof in my mouth, and Tavi gave me a glare.

"Simple really two of my Tenno sent me such beautiful videos of your music," Suda said happy as ever and indeed didn't seem ready to vaporize us on the spot. Both videos popped up in little floating squares. "But I noticed something." The second song I'd played at the club started playing.
"One remorseful." Then Octy's solo played, and I recognized her part of our song.

"Octy you played our song at your concert?" I felt a tear in my eye.

"when I stormed out I thought I had finally pushed you away." Octavia looked at her hooves.

"One regretful, but together." Suda merged the two together, and it changed into something harmonious. It brought tears to both of our eyes. "Your hearts beat in rhythm together it made me sad to think such a song would end," Suda admitted, and I wiped my eyes.

"Wait what would have happened if this was an issue we couldn't have solved so easily?" Octy asked the hard question, and Suda chuckled

"Then I would have locked you both in this closet till my OTP was canon." Suda looked to her right were a closet door swung open. I grabbed Octavia tightly.

"Nope! were good madly, madly in love right Octy? No need for that." I smiled widely, but Octavia tapped her chin.

"I don't know Vinyl I'm pretty sure there's something we could do in the closet," Octy commented with a sly grin that turned me red, and popped my brain like popcorn. Suda looked between us and the closet then into the distance for a moment then back to us.

"That's lewd... Continue." Suda said with conviction. But Octy shook her head with a smirk.

"I'm merely teasing. I remember being paid for a concert." Octy brought us back to business, and Suda nodded.

"Of course." The giant hologram seemed to be smiling as Suda operatives brought out our equipment. Like the professional she was Octy wasted no time in getting her beloved cello out of its case, and a smile crossed my face as she rosined up her bow. My hooves touched my tables, and I knew this was going to be epic.