When Technical Support is Too Helpful

"Food!" Pinkie squealed with delight as she raided a large, silver refrigerator. She stuffed her face with the pies, cakes, and cookies within.

"Wait! We don't even know if it's safe!" Twilight shouted in concern.

"Of course, it's safe," Grey commented, "These are Time Freezers. Everything in them stays as fresh as the day they were put in there," he stated as he pats the second machine. "Eat up while I get us some equipment. Onyx, Kyllgorr, Darqlon  with me." The three men followed Grey deeper in the vault.

Twilight allowed the others to search the other four Time Freezers while she explored the vast metal cave. The Time Freezers were attached to a wall, a wall she saw the men go around, a wall she went around. Her lavender eyes stared at the wonder before her in awe. Vehicles of different types were arranged in rows, several flying vehicles hung from the ceiling on their own platforms, and glass cases with different weapons lined the walls.

"Whoa," she whispered in admiration. Laughter caught her attention and she saw Grey holding weapons in his arms. The others walked behind him carrying materials. He motioned to her to follow him.

Clatter and metallic sounds made everyone turn to look at them. They saw the men placing weapons and boxes on circular metal tables.  Everyone went up to the tables to see what they had brought.

Grey handed yellow tape measures to Rarity and Amy, "Alright, you two get all of our measurements and start working on clothes. In the boxes are samples of fabric that I have," he turned to continue but stopped himself, "If you would please."

"Yes! Absolutely, darling!" Rarity gushed.

"Aye, aye, sir!" Amy saluted.

Both women ran up to the tables. Kyllgorr was explaining the materials to them and would show them the sewing machines.

"Applejack," Grey spoke and the tanned, green-eyed blondie stepped up to him, "These," he held out four metallic cuffs, each about two inches wide, "are called Impact Cuffs. They will envelop your hands and feet with magic that amplifies your melee hits tenfold. You are the Brawler of the group. Your physical prowess only rivalled by the Gods. You can deal great damage and sustain equal damage."

Applejack accepted the metal bands, "Much obliged, Grey. Mighty kind of ya."

"We are more than likely going to have to defend ourselves; everyone is getting a weapon," Darqlon added as he stood beside Grey, "Those bands also give you increased agility and strength."

"Rainbow Dash," the rainbow haired girl sped up to Grey with an expectant expression, "These are the boots of Pmene," he handed a pair of oversized boots to Dash, who almost dropped them from the sheer weight of them.

"Are these made of lead?!"

"They will form to your feet perfectly and make you run or fly faster than sound," he continued.

She dropped them to the floor with a loud clang, removed her sandals, and stepped into them. Immediately, the boots shrank to fit her small feet. She quickly stood up and jumped into the air. Grey grabbed her ankle quickly, lest she kills herself on the ceiling.

She chuckled as he set her down, "This will take some getting used to."

"Here," he handed her a pair of goggles.

"Ooo!" she awed, "What do these do? Can they shoot lasers? Do I have x-ray vision?"

"They protect your eyes," he replied dryly.

"Right," she placed them on her head bashfully. She saw Darqlon holding a long metal stick outstretched to her.

"This rod is made of Deuaes, 'Metal of the Gods'," he stated when she took the rod from his hand, "Light and durable. You are a Striker. You can damage enemies and leave them open for your comrades to capitalise upon."

She inspected the silvery metal rod in her hands. The length was six feet and slightly tapered at both ends.

"That is my personal weapon, Rainbow Dash," Grey said, "It is called 'Limbsplinter'. Take good care of it for me," he smiled.

"Woah," her fuchsia eyes sparkling wide, "I will kick so much flank with this!" She dashed away and Darqlon grabbed her arm, making sure she didn't take off and crash into the wall.

"The boots are closely connected to your mind. Think slow thoughts and you will walk slow," Darqlon advised.

"Yeah. Thanks," Dash carefully and cautiously stepped away from the table to take practice swings of her new weapon.

"Pinkie Pie," Grey called.

"That's me!" the curly pink haired girl chimed as she hopped over to him.

"Hold out your arm."

"Okay!" she held out her lithe left arm for him.

He pulled a piece of armour off the table and eyed it for a second, "This should fit." He slid her hand into the glove which was a snug fit, "Now, snap your fingers." She snapped the fingers on her right hand. "With your left hand, please."

"Well, I do have two hands, silly," she giggled and snapped her fingers. A leather sleeve extended from the glove up to her shoulder, a metal plate covered her shoulder blade, and metal began to grow magically from the glove to the metal plate, "Oooo! Neat!" Grey handed her a second glove which she immediately put on and snapped her fingers. Identical armour appeared on her right arm.

"They are the called the 'Arms of Major Wielding'. They will assist you in wielding your new weapon," Grey grinned.

"You like canons, right, Pinkie?" Darqlon asked rhetorically.

"Do I?!" Pinkies sky blue eyes twinkled.

Darqlon held out a long tube with two handles to her, "This is called an  "

Pinkie's shrill interrupted him, "FIRR! A Four Inch Recoilless Rifle! It fires an explosive four-inch diameter, ten-inch long projectile, which are typically HEAP rounds," Pinkie scoffed, "I don't know why it's called 'recoilless'; it's anything but!"

"How," Pinkie's explanation broke Darqlon's stoic expression as he wore a perplexed mask. He shook his head, "Yes. You are the Demolitionist. You can spot the weakness in an enemy's defence and fortifications."

"Whoop!"

Celestia stepped up to Grey and Darqlon, angered, "I do not want you arming my little ponies! They may know how to fight, but I will not allow you to turn them into murderers!"

"We agree!" Luna crossed her arms beside her sister.

Grey sighed, "Under normal circumstances, I would not want this either. We need to end his reign as soon as possible and to do that we need to split up."

"'Split up'?" Luna repeated.

"Yes. There is too much ground to cover as a group. Unless you want to march right into Heaven, where Mystin will be waiting for us with legions of Demons and other horrible beasts. The reason the sky is so red," Grey continued to explain, "is because he opened portals that lead to Hell. They are called 'Hell Gates'. There has to be at least twenty gates. We close them and he has less of an army to defend him. Then we have to go to Hell and close the Fiery Gate. We will also have to close the Dark Gate of the Underworld and the Light Gate of the Overworld. We can only hope he didn't release the Harbingers from the Void."

"Harbingers?" Celestia questioned as she tried to comprehend the task at hand.

"Yes," Darqlon spoke, "They are technically my siblings, but my Father created them to destroy the Humans to bring an end to the First Demon War. In the end, they were not needed but being as dangerous as they were, he did what he always does and locked them up in the Void. They are not inherently evil but it is their nature to destroy. There are four: Destruction, Disaster, Deceit, and Disease. If they are out... things are much more dire."

Celestia cast a concerned glance over her subjects and sighed heavily, "I... I do not want any of them to experience this."

"If you want, you all could stay here and wait, but it could be months before we are done," Grey explained.

"Sister," Luna held her sister's shoulder and looked up at her with teal eyes, "they helped us when," she glared quickly at Darqlon, "we had our troubles. We should extend that same aid."

"Speaking of troubles," Celestia scowled at Darqlon, "can we expect the same outcome from you?"

"Grey is the one you all should be worried about," Darqlon stated callously.

"What does that mean?" Grey snapped.

Darqlon crossed his arms disinterested, "A demon plays a trick on your mind claiming to be Valkyrie, you know damn well you would turn on us if she ordered you to; if the past is to be trusted."

Grey huffed, "Not this time." He smiled up at Luna, "My heart belongs with another."

Darqlon rolled his eyes, "Because you ended on such good terms with your previous relations."

"What do you mean?" Luna inquired.

"Well, Grey here  " Grey's hand around his throat cut his voice and air off.

"I can speak for myself," Grey snarled at Darqlon, his golden eyes ablaze. He released his vise-like grip on the Reaver and returned his attention to Luna with sad eyes. "There were lovers after Valkyrie," he admitted, "I... foolishly thought their company would fill the hole inside me but their love was as hollow as myself. There was one woman I began to love and care for and eventually she gave birth to my son. I was very happy, it felt as if my life was coming together again. Then Shade, my daughter from Valkyrie, killed my son and wife out of pure hatred." Grey sighed, and Luna wrapped her arms around him, and he continued, "As angry and distraught as I was, I could not kill her  she is still my daughter whom I love. I thought if I talked to her... explained everything, she would forgive me and we could go on living as a family..."

"But that was not the case, right?" Luna finished for him.

"Yes. Anger and hatred had consumed her heart and soul. So I had to put her down... but I couldn't. She looked up at me, bleeding and in pain, all I saw was the baby girl I held in my arms all those ages ago. My baby girl that I had caused all the hurt and pain in her life. When I bent down to heal her, she stabbed me in the side of my neck and left me to die. I could have healed myself but I deserved it. I deserved to die  but my end did not come. She did not use a Godsbane blade and I healed moments later."

"So, your daughter is still out there to kill you?" Celestia probed.

"Most likely," he ended his embrace with Luna and kissed her on the cheek. He turned to Darqlon, "When the times comes... I want you to kill her, brother."

Darqlon quietly nodded.

An awkward silence filled the vault for a few moments only to be broken by Luna's question, "So where are my new toys?"