The Bronies Beyond The Star Adventure Series

BBTS Adventure #7:

Beyond The Stars (Part 1)

“Something the matter, m’lord?” The fancy owl gently lifted the fancy teacup from the silver platter, and placed it on top of the tiny circular plate atop the dark, mahogany table. The entire room fell into a brief moment of silence, as the reclusive bear listened to the gentle hums emanating from his space cruiser’s enormous engines.

“Kant.” The bear finally spoke. “Do I look like a monster to you?”

“Well, I suppose all of us are at some point.” The owl made a gesture to leave the room, though the bear could just barely detect the hint of annoyance his servant had toward the subject.

“We did the right thing you know.”

The owl halted his gentle steps, still retaining barely any hint of his eagerness to avoid this subject, long as he could, as the lonely bear sitting in the middle of this luxurious suite continued his rant.

“As the leader of the Syndicate, my objective is simple; as long as we can push the universe toward complete and utter chaos within a two year limit, everything would have been alright; we could have rebuilt society from scratch, and I might have been the man leading this newly-reformed galaxy. We thought of awakening discord, the prince of chaos, to achieve our goal almost instantaneously. However, those… mercenaries, who called themselves the Bronies Beyond The Stars, stopped the prince from his revival, utterly crushing him with their combined strength. So in order to prevent them from reaching their goal, we crushed them, those… people that had done nothing wrong.”

The bear paused for a moment, trying his hardest to recall the memories that are still fresh in his mind.

“After that, we took control of the government, and led criminals loose into the streets in order to raise the chaos level; not only did we managed to slaughter even more bystanders, we’ve still haven’t managed to reach total chaos within our galaxy.” The bear took hold of the tiny teacup in front of him, inhaling the soft aroma emanating from his warm drink. “And now, that Bronies Mercenary clan reformed itself, just in time for our two year deadline to end as well.”

“Master, surely you are not suggesting for us to abandon our plan?” The butler owl queried in anticipation.

“I’m afraid not, Kant.” The bear sank back into his sofa, his face became grim with worries. “We had wronged too many lives for our plan to end now. Send words to the bridge. The final option is at hand; we have the BBTS’s new coordinates, and we must eliminate them before-

“The End.”

Meanwhile, a massive news cruiser, filled to the brim with BBTS members, drifted about the empty void of space, unaware of the impending doom that was about to befell unto them. Moshi, a green Pegasi that had barely escaped his atomic doom just 2 years ago, have finally returned to take charge of his beloved clan; however, all is not well at this moment, as a pesky blue cat in a pink, frilly dress somehow managed to sneak his way into the ship’s conference room, making a slight scene as he pestered the newly-revived clan leader about his ordeals back on the ground.

“Look, Shinx,” The green Pegasus tried to comfort his teammate. “I’m sorry we didn’t pick you up at the stadium, but that was a… rather intense situation, and we were definitely in no shape to have formulated a sound plan-“

“Oh for your sake, Moshi!” The blue cat creature in a frilly dress interjected the green Pegasus. “While you were relaxing in this awesome space ship with indoor heating, me and Aura were freezing our respective butts off in that stupid 5-star galactic hotel! They didn’t even have a thermostat for each room like we do! Oh, by the way Mr. Flex, we sorta used your credit card number on some things; don’t worry about it too much ok?” The blue cat made a rather adorable gesture to the bittersweet-looking Steven Flex, who could only be glad that the massive drain on his three bank accounts was not the result of a sabotage made by the syndicate.

“Anyways, do you even know what I have to do to just, survive in the streets?!”

“I thought you had Steven’s credit card.” The green Pegasus had a puzzled look on his face. “Does it have something to do with dressing up like that?”

“Uh…no.” The blue male cat with the frilly dress gave his clan leader a rather estranged look. “This is boring. I need to go potty.” And with that, the rather eccentric blue cat trotted out, leaving the entire conference room in utter silence.

“Well, I believe I was just forgiven.” Moshi breathed a sigh of relief and contention. “Anyhow, onto the matter at hand.” The confident leader turned his attention to the recently-robbed news reporter. “I believe you’ve had news to report?”

“Well I do indeed.” Steven Flex regained his composure. “The antibiotics are working wonders on your co-leader, Zailiner, an alicorn who had her horn cut off, and left it exposed for a rather prolonged period of time. However, she doesn’t seem to be getting any better; her infection is gone, but she just seemed to be failing, somehow.”

“Well, what’s wrong with her? Do we, do we not have enough medication for her?”

“That’s the thing.” Steven tried his best to answer the clan leader as gently as possible. “There is nothing wrong with her, except for the fact that her organs are wearing down at an alarming rate. It was almost as if she’s just… getting old.”

The news reporter made a slight pause, waiting for the clan leader to interject. He looked up, only to see the clan leader, in a rather fit of panic, standing up from his chair, grabbing him by his shirt collar, and flung him toward the hallway. Before the reporter had time to regain his composure, a deafening blast, coming from the window, next to the chair he was just sitting on, propelled him into the hallway, just in time for the green Pegasus, with several shocked BBTS members in tow, to rush out of the meeting hall whilst depressing the “lock room” button on the side of the hallway. The metallic doors to the conference room slid shut before the vacuum of space could have sucked anyone into the void of space.

It took the shocked reporter a full minute to register the direness of the situation: the news cruiser is under attack, by the only other force in the galaxy that wishes to eliminate them; the Syndicate, a mysterious organization that took over the galactic counsel, wishes to eliminate all traces of mercenaries within the universe, and, from the sounds of cannonballs outside, the reporter had gathered that the syndicate is in the process of launching a full-on assult at the BBTS’s last bastion of existence. He lifted himself up from the ship’s floor, and bolted toward the ship’s bridge. As he approached the cruiser’s steering control, the panicking reporter could identify their attackers via the huge display windows sprawled across the control room. The Syndicate’s flag ship, a mega-Cruise ship, just slightly more massive than the news cruiser, swept itself across the news cruiser with the speed of a juggernaut, hurtling massive balls of explosives at the unprepared cruiser. BBTS members throughout the bridge scrambled to their stations, launching waves of intercepting missiles in order to blow up the onslaught of the explosive cannon balls right before they made impace to the cruiser. Steven motioned to the cadet sitting at the sitting at the main control deck, as he assumed control of the cruiser. Eight years of news-van piloting experience seemed to be finally paying off, as the seasoned news reporter glided the ship a smooth 130 degrees by sheer reflex.

“Mr. Flex! What is your problem!?” One of the co-pilots voiced his complaint, as the massive cruiser just shifted itself 40 degrees away from the horizontal position.

“Oops, I suppose this isn’t a bloody van now is it?” Steven’s coat pocket began to vibrate slightly, as he pulled out his touch phone from his front shirt pocket. “Hold on; gotta take this call. This is Steven, what’s up?”

The green Pegasus’s voice emanated from the phone: “Steven! Where are you right now?”

“I’m at the bridge mate!”

“Ah, so that was you shifting the ship just now.”

Steven tried to imagine the Pegasus’ facial expression as the colt made a slight pause. “I do believe I’m stuck here for now.” Steven replied. “Anything I can help you, bridge-wise?”

“You are right where I need you to be!” The clan leader answered. “Listen; I’m going to need you to launch missile pod #3, stat!”

“No can do, captain!” The reporter rebutted. “You’ve probably haven’t seen what’s coming at us right now, but that thing is bloody massive! There’s no way our missiles can even make a dent on those titanic walls, not unless… we….”

Steven poked the control panel’s touch screen, shifting through the various images of the different rooms within the ship. He snapped his finger as the screen focused itself on a rather vacant training room on a remote part of the cruiser’s west wing. He pressed the intercom button on the control panel, and shouted his commands into the room inside his monitor:

“Er… this is your pilot speaking er… please vacate the room er… over.”

The reporter watched as several civilian ponies scrambled away from the near-empty training room. As soon as the last mare’s hind legs are out of the door, the hot-blooded reporter slammed the training room door shut with a lockdown command.

“Mr. Flex! The co-pilot flew into a panicking rant. “Something’s wrong with missile pod #3! There’s some maniac stuffed inside the chamber with a load of C4 stuck on the igniter! We can’t fire-“

The co-pilot paused his rant, realizing that the reporter had already depressed his finger on the missile’s launch button.

“Mr. Flex! What the hell’s your problem?!”

“Alright rookie!” Steven replied as a sharp, ripping sound echoed through the launch bay. “This is what we professionals like to call a ‘killer shot’!”

The side of the cruiser led out a bright, orange explosion as a green Pegasus inside of a tattered space suit was forcibly flung out of the cruiser’s cannon-head. A shield made of pure magic surrounded the Pegasus, shielding him from the blast of the explosion, and keeping him from freezing to death in the sheer vacuum of space. The force of the explosion propelled him toward the massive enemy cruise ship at an alarming speed, a speed that is still not capable of penetrating the thick hulls of the enemy cruise ship.

“I’m not done yet, Moshi!”

The reporter redirected the intercom to broadcast throughout the entire ship, and shouted into the microphone.

“Er… this is your pilot speaking er… you might want to hold on to er… oh sod it all! Hey! All of you! Grab onto something nailed to the floor! This is going to get bumpy!”

“Mr. Flex!” The nervous co-pilot exclaimed. “We can’t just repeat that stunt again! We’ll all die!”

The co-pilot’s words fell into deaf ears, as the reporter spun hard onto the ship’s virtual steering wheel. The entire news cruiser made a sharp groan as the powerful engines thrust the entire left flank of the cruiser sharply toward the massive enemy cruise ship.

“Mr. Flex! What the hell is your problem!?”

“Alllllllrighty mate!” The excited reporter shouted into the still-active intercom, his blood-shot eyes fixated on the flying streak of green Pegasus flinging toward the massive, cannon-ball-spewing warship. “Listen up! This is what we professionals like to call ‘I’m three days into my field work without a break and I really, REALLY need my COFFEE right now!’”

The enormous news cruiser’s western flank impacted the cruiser at a huge and accelerated speed; the now-empty training room absorbed most of the impact as it crumpled into oblivion. Steven cranked the engines on the ship to maximum speed; a dull groaning sound echoed throughout the news cruiser, as it strained itself, pushing against the gigantic enemy cruise ship with all its might. The enemy cruise ship began to rotate itself under the great force exerted by the equally as great news cruiser; the wide-open launching decks began to point toward the incoming, speeding Pegasus. The enemy cruiser seemed to have taken note of this sudden change of events, as it began to slowly closing the launching deck gates shut with its impressively impenetrable sealing gates. The engines on the opposing side of the enemy warship began roaring into life, as the entire body of the massive ship pushed back against the news cruiser in an attempt to turn its ever-narrowing openings away from the daring green Pegasus.

“Mr. Flex! What the hell’s your problem?!”

A grim and unnervingly serious look came onto the reporter’s face, as his blood-shot eyes turned itself away the exploding battlefield of death, and onto the sweating and panicking co-pilot whimpering inside of his seat.

“Do you want to know what my problem is?”

The co-pilot dared not to answer that question.

“I’ll tell you what my problem is, private.”

The reporter lifted up a secret patch underneath the control panel, and gently rested his trembling index finger dangerously close to the skull and cross button hidden beneath the controls.

“Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always wanted to live fast. I’ve made make-shift cars out of soap-boxes and spare wheels I found on the neighbor’s kid’s bikes, but that wasn’t satisfying enough for me. I wanted to be faster, faster than anyone, or anything had even been, and that is why I’ve taken a job driving news vans across the galaxy, which led us to this very point in time.”

Steven took his eyes away from the traumatized co-pilot, and resumed staring into the explosion-riddled battlefield.

“For 20 years, ever since I’ve gotten enough money to purchase this magnificent beast of a news cruiser, I’ve been modifying it in secret. With every part I’ve added to it, my ship became stronger, faster, and more resilient than the rest of the scrap heaps combined!”

Quivering with sheer excitement, the reporter with the blood-shot eyes began to depress the skull-and-cross button that led to a secret francium reactor that had remained dormant for decades.

“No… not when I shift into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!”

A massive burst of radiation emanated from the right side of the ship, as the cruiser pushed back against the enemy warship with renewed strength. The dual engines on the enemy cruise ship could not match up against the sheer strength of the incredible francium turbo boost led out by the news cruiser, and gave way to the crushing force of the boosted impact. The launch decks pointed itself directly at the speeding Pegasus right as the boost died down, despite the openings becoming ever thinner.

“No, no no! They’re closing too fast! He’s not going to make it!” The reporter groaned, until he realized that his co-pilot just launched a fat rocket right at the speeding clan leader.”

“Private!” The reporter screeched. “What the hell’s your problem?!”

A colossal grin spread across the co-pilot’s face as he looked at his handiwork in action.

“Don’t worry Mr. Flex; watch this.”

The fat rocket whizzed past the magical green colt, and aimed itself toward one of the closing launch gates. It managed to get itself stuck inside of the launch gate, forcing the gate to leave an opening just wide enough for a colt to travel through. Moshi positioned himself for a diving maneuver, as he rushed into the opening of the gate, right as the fat rocket led out a dull explosion, its smokes obstructing the views from the insane reporter, and his equally as daring co-pilot.

Sweat began to bullet down the reporter’s forehead as he scanned the vicinity for any signs of the audacious green Pegasus.

“By my retirement fund!” The news anchor exclaimed. “Did he, did he make it?”

The metallic doors behind the green Pegasus slammed tight as they snapped the recently-exploded rocket in half. Moshi found himself to be inside of the enormous loading deck inside of flagship of the most powerful organization in the galaxy.

“Alright, Moshi, you can do this.” The green mare attempted to psych him up for the upcoming assault. “If I could just hijack the ship’s bridge, I can stop the cannonballs from bombarding my ship, and I’ll have more time to sort this all out, somehow.”

Moshi could sense footsteps encroaching toward him. The green colt’s explosive entrance have attracted quite a bit of attention toward his general area, and, as the drones of syndicate troopers approached him, Moshi could sense something is very wrong.

Conrad, the changeling queen as her swarm of changeling minions, approached from the catwalk. Eshredder, piloting her ridiculously over-sized and over-modified fighter jet, hovered above. Kuyon, the gray mare with a love for pastries, wielding Moshi’s old modified bazooka, now painted with a shade of gray, and armed to the brim with muffins, approached from the loading bay, whilst Teddeck, the astute brown unicorn of arcane magic, teleported to surround Moshi on the side. Moshi was stunned; the mares that donned the syndicate uniform, who stood before him, was once members of the BBTS; they were once comrades in arm, and yet, they now aimed their respective weapons at their former leader, with spite, bitterness and guild on their faces.

“Conrad! E-Man!... Guys!” Moshi exclaimed. “What are you doing here?! Why are you all doing this!?”

The changeling queen peered unto Moshi with a look of anger and remorse. “Look! Boss! There’s no time to explain!” She readied her minions, as the rest of the former BBTS members cocked their weapons. “We shouldn’t have defeated discord; and now everything is messed up, more messed up than you can imagine! There’s not much time left! Your ship busted our secret weapon just now, and now we really, really don’t have time for you right now!”

The queen looked at her comrades, who share her mixed feeling of sorrow and regret. “You know the protocol, guys. Aim at the head; we can’t let him live a third time.”

The green Pegasus jumped high into the air right before Eshredder fired her colorful missiles at the ground where he once stood. He glided into the air, masterfully evading the colorful explosions that only managed to shake off the excess of changelings flying about. Kuyon, launched a barrage of oversized-explosive muffins toward her former clan leader, and, as Teddeck’s horn began to glow, the muffins was transformed into magically-infused-homing-exploding pastries of death. The deadly muffins, explosions and flying minions proved to be futile however, as the green Pegasus, armed with both wings and magic, managed to avoid, deflect or even redirect the incoming projectiles with some difficulty.

“What are you doing you louts?!” Conrad made some rather angry demands of her teammates. “Aim! Aim at that green… flying thing!”

“Well, I didn’t expect him to have wings and magic!” Eshredder screamed, as he tried his hardest to collect the speeding green streak inside of his focal lens. “I can’t even track him!”

As Kuyon began to load another muffin into Moshi’s old cannon, she found herself unable to lift up her weapon.

“What in the world?!” The poor mare proclaimed, only to a blue wolf-like humanoid holding her bazooka in place with his special eastern magic.

“Ted!” The mare exclaimed, “Help me stop this crazy guy!”

The magical unicorn attempted to use her magic, only to be interrupted when A pink pony inside of a space suit hoisted her up into the air, and flung her toward the other end of the room. The changeling queen swept her army of darkness toward her partners in distress, only to have her precious flock led astray by a purple Pegasus, the entire swarm distracted and disoriented by the signals gave off by the purple flying pony.

“Curse it all!” the changeling queen swore at the top of her lung. “Where did these loyalists come from?!”

“By the Luna.” Eshredder’s sight became fixated on the weary, hornless gray alicorn inside the loading dock, using what remained of her magic in order to teleport BBTS members into the enemy warship little by little. “Looks like our old co-leader is leaking her men onto our ship!” She aimed her heavy missile launchers at her former superior. “We’re so close! I can’t… I just can’t let her do this right now! I’ll regret it late; but for now, she must be elimin-

Eshredder’s enormous jet shook violently as a bolt of blue thunder crashed into the left main thruster. The skilled pilot struggled to keep the jet plan from crashing into the sides of the launching bay, as she re-routed her aim toward the blue Pegasus that bumped into her flying vehicle. The blue flying mare goes by the name of Atrixy, her old partner back in the BBTS.

“Eshredder!” Atrixy addressed to the pony in the jet plane. “We were friends! Comrades in arms! What happened to you that made you betray Moshi like this?!”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you!” The pilot shook her hooves into the air. “The BBTS ruined everything! I’m just here to make things right again!”

“By killing everypony?!” The blue Pegasus yelled. “You can’t fix anything with murder!”

“Get out of here Trixie.” Eshredder look at her once valued partner with disgust. “We don’t have time for this, but if you want to stop us, to stop the world from turning then….”

“I will stop you with all that I am!”

The jet fighter roared to life, chambers on its hulls lifting themselves up, revealing a multitude of turrets, missiles, and rays. The blue Pegasus motioned toward her leader to flee the premise, as even more former BBTS syndicate members flooded the room, greeted only by the multitude of loyal BBTS members, teleported to this deck by Zailiner’s waning magic.

“Moshi! We’ll handle things here!” Atrixy yelled. “You need to get to the command center, and stop those syndicate bullies from destroying our entire ship!”

“I can’t just leave you!” Moshi sternly replied. “I can’t abandon my teammates-

“THIS IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!” The normally calm blue Pegasus became almost unnaturally forceful as she tried to force Moshi out of the ensuing bloodbath. “You need to go! Now!”

Moshi was hesitant, but he understood what must be done. He doesn’t know why his beloved former members had turned against him, nor does he know why a mysterious group that called themselves the syndicate decided to rein chaos upon the land. However, the Pegasus know that at this moment, the syndicate is trying to kill off his friends, and, if he were to save all of them, Moshi needs to talk to the leader of the syndicate, right there and then.

Moshi ran. He ran, far away from the chaos of the BBTS vs. BBTS battle, far away from his needy friends, whilst surrounding the syndicate troopers around him with a teleporting spell that sends them plummeting onto a nearby planet. His flapped his wings as he jettisoned himself toward the ship’s central bridge. At the precise moment when his hooves made contact with the control station’s metallic door, Moshi focused his thoughts, as an eerie green glow began dispersing outward from his hoof all the way to the door. The warm glow of the alicorn magic inside of Moshi began harmonizing the green Pegasus and the gate, allowing him to slip into the control room, little by little. But before the green colt could fully immerse himself into the gate, his ears picked up a rather familiar pitter-patter of footsteps, as a slender purple and green baby dragon popped up behind the colt. Moshi knew this dragon well; his name is Spike, a name that was personally given to him by none other than Moshi himself, when he rescued the little tike from the clutches of a firey doom, and adopted him as his own son. However, this devious little dragon had since betrayed his father, and became the very first BBTS member to have joined the Syndicate. Now, just as Moshi could not literally tear himself away from his own magic, the little dragon appeared before him again, fully capable of disrupting the green Pegasus’ concentration, leaving him permanently stuck inside the thick metallic doorway he was so keen oh phasing through.

“Well hello there Spike!” Moshi replied with a tone of bittersweet. “It’s been too long; how have you been lately?”

“The tiny dragon blushed a shade of pink, looking even guilty as the BBTS clan mates that joined forces with the syndicate. “Moshi.” The little dragon stuttered. “I’m not here to hurt you. I, I know this is weird, what with us joining forces to stop you and all, but I think it is time to come clean. There is a reason that all of us are doing what we do; we-

Before the dragon could explain his most unfortunate disposition, a puple Pegasus managed to break away from the battlefield, and charged himself at the traitorous dragon. The baby dragon tumbled to the floor, only to see a strange purple Pegasus staring at him from above.

“SECOND DIVISION, BRANCH DELTA SQUAD PRIVATE JENKINS, REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIR!” The purple Pegasus voiced his ranks, as he picked up the tiny dragon, and placed him into a choke hold.

“I WILL NOT LET YOU HARM MY SUPERIOR OFFICER IN COMMAND WHILE HE IS VULNERABLE TO ATTACK! SIR!”

“Unhand me!” The dragon demanded. “I wasn’t going to hurt my father a second time!”

“WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, SIR!” The purple Pegasus yelled at the top of his lungs, “I NO LONGER BELIEVE YOU AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO US, SIR!”

“I’m not going to ask you again, knave!” Any hints of patience are lost to the dragon as he squirmed inside of the purple mare’s hooves. “At any moment, I could claim all the wealth in the galaxy to be mine, and believe me, you do not want to see me when I get greedy-

The metallic door to the control room suddenly opened by itself, and Moshi, losing his focus, bounced back away from the sliding doors. The purple duo halted their bickering and followed their beloved leader as he trotted into the luxurious control room. The entire control room was carefully arranged with fancy furniture imported from across the galaxy; mahogany tables positioned itself neatly in front of the daring green Pegasus, with a lonely, war-tested bear inside of an oriental plated armor sitting snugly inside of his soft, purple-and-gold trimmed western sofa, sitting right opposites of the trio of intruders.

“Ah, good day, Monsieur Moshi. It’s good to finally meet you in person.”

“NOW JUST HOLD ON A DOG-GONE MINUTE!” The purple private lost his temper the moment he made eye contact with the bear inside of the control room. “STATE YOUR NAME AND OCCUPATION IN FRONT OF OUR GREAT AND POWERFUL LEADER AS DICTATED BY THE TRADITION OF OUR PACT OF WAR, YOU FILTHY DOG YOU!”

The lone bear answered the call of the soldier without hesitation: “My name is Polar Bear, despite my prolonged lineages branching back to my half-Ursa-Major ancestors.” The bear withheld his urges to partake in his usual mid-noon tea, and placed his massive paws firmly on his legs. “Although I believe you have figured out my occupations at this moment in time, I shall inform you nonetheless. I’m the prime directive, the overseer of this organization that I’d like to call “The Syndicate”, and I, of course, had issued the attack on all mercenaries in the galaxy, and, of course, am responsible for turning your men… against you.”

“I KNEW IT!” The headstrong purple private bellowed. “THIS YELLOW-LIVERED, NO GOOD CUR IS THE CAUSE OF ALL OF OUR WOES! PERMISSION TO ENGAGE THE ENEMY, SIR!”

“That won’t be necessary right now.” The green Pegasus calmed his spunky compatriot, and shifted his attention back onto the bear in the room. “Pardon my French, good sir, but what on earth drove you to do this?” The unnaturally calm Pegasus began to become just the slightest bit agitated as he voiced the opinion that he had kept inside of him for two entire years.

“There are people being hurt outside because you’ve branded any vigilantes a criminal; people with bad intentions are running loose on the street because you closed off all the jail cells; my brothers and sisters are fighting amongst each other because you’ve made them see us as enemies! Please, I want to know; what reason do you have for cause all of this, this madness?”

As if preparing his answers his entire life, the weathered bear wasted no time to respond:

“Back in my military days, I served the galactic council as the second lieutenant in the field of secret intelligence. I realized that you used to be in the army as well, Sergeant Major Moshi; we probably never met in person, seeing as how you rode on a fighter pilot whilst I am enticing a drunk, corrupt politician on the far side of the galaxy. But that isn’t what I needed to tell you. Back in my “real” army days, the boys and I have tracked down something that is moving toward us with little or no regard for Oldton’s laws of gravitation. Our first thought on the matter was that this was merely a space ship traveling into our tiny little milky way from some unknown void, but, as time passed, and the squad got better listening equipment, we’ve determined this, this thing, to be organic, and massive. That bloody thing was measured to be in the size range of planets combined, and it is heading toward us at an alarming speed.”

The owl man appeared from behind the silvery blinds, carrying 6 cups of piping hot tea. He walked toward the mahogany dining table, and began gently setting each fancy cup on the table top. The bear gently lifted his right paw and twitched his ring finger toward the owl butler before he brought the tea cups to the Pegasi duo. The owl man quickly retracted his wing hand, placing the steamy honeyed aroma drinks, and retreated back behind the blind carrying the two cups of tea laced with concentrated poison. With the situation defused, and his guests much more relaxed, the bear took up his tea cup, and took a gentle sip.

“As I was saying, this massive, organic being was headed right for our galaxy, so the government sent out a squad of men, including myself, to investigate the matter. We’ve managed to get close to the colossal beast and took up a sample of it into our space craft. We’ve quickly realized that this beast feeds on our feelings of unity and bonds of comradery, as the sample made us crazy, and fought amongst one another. Unfortunately, due to my staggering size, the rest of my team didn’t fare well against me, and… perished. With only me at the helm, I’ve made the tough choice of falling back with this valuable information about the beast, and the council made an even tougher choice with what I’ve found out: that thing is coming to devour our feelings of unity, and since no army can get close to that thing without losing their unity and attacking each other, we have to make sure it loses interested in us, and that means-

“By bringing about total chaos before it comes.” Moshi took the words right out of the bear’s mouth.

“So now you see, don’t you? Your teammates made the decision to abandon you, not out of spite, but rather, they’ve left you in order to save as much people as they can, before the end comes. Your changeling queen, your jet pilot, your adorable gray rocketeer, your magician as well as your own son… they all left you, because they wanted to spare everyone from a fate most foul; they’ve made the ultimate sacrifice to abandon the colt they respect the most in order to save the galaxy.”

With his story told, the war bear rose up from his seat, and roared at the Green Pegasus with a voice most commanding:

“And now, I ask you, as an army man to another: Without us, everything that we’ve some to know and love will perish! The creature that feeds on unity is near, and, as a member of the secret intelligence unit, I can absolve the crimes brought forth by you and all your little friends! Join me! Moshi of BBTS! Together, we shall save the entire Galaxy!”

The green Pegasus stood silent for a good long while, his face frozen in thought. After what seemed to be an eternity, he finally broke the lasting silence in the room.

“Jenkins.” Moshi directed at the purple Pegasus by his side. “I think you can do this better than I ever could. Go on, Tell Mr. Polar bear what we think of this plan of his.”

The seasoned war bear and the dragon wished to interject before sensing a severe change in the purple Pegasus’ facial expressions. The normally stern-looking private became red in the face, as she gritted her teeth, letting more than several veins popping out of his forehead. The whole room began to shake as the purple Pegasus strained herself, as if trying to unleash something inside of her that had been bottled up ever since she was a filly. Her grunts of rage became brasher and louder, as it finally reached a boiling point. With gusto, the Pegasus yelled, louder than ever before, shaking the entire cruise ship with a magnificent and nearly earth-shattering voice.

“WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, SIR! ME AND MOSHI NOW UNDERSTAND THE POSITION WHICH YOU ARE COMING FROM, BUT NO ARMY MEN SHOULD EVER DEAL WITH A PROBLEM BY RUNNING AWAY WITH HIS TAIL BETWEEN THEIR LEGS! IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THIS MONSTER CAN DO TO US, AND IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THE CONCIL DECIDES, AND IT DEFINITELY DOES NOT MATTER IF THAT THING CAN TAKE AWAY EVEN OUR FIGHITNG SPIRIT! AS LONG AS WE HAVE ONE MAN STANDING, AS LONG AS WE HAVE OUR FISTS AFIXED ON OUR WRIST, A TRUE ARMY MAN NEVER BACKS DOWN, AND NEVER SURRENDERS! IF THE HIGHER UPS TELLS AN ARMY MAN TO POINT HIS WEAPONS AWAY FROM THE ENEMY AND INTO THE FACE OF THE PEOPLE WE’RE TRYING TO PROTECT, THEN FORGET THE ARMY! WE’RE NOT SOLDIERS ANYMORE, LIEUTENANT POLAR, SIR! WE ARE THE BRONIES, FROM BEYOND THE STARS, WE BELIEVE THAT MEANS NEVER JUSTIFY THE ENDS! AND WE’D RATHER DIE FIGHITNG THIS BEAST, RATHER THAN TURNING LOSING OUR UNITY BEFORE THE BEAST EVER GOT CLOSE TO US! SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU, SIR! BUT YOUR GENEROUS OFFER…

"IS DENIED!!!!!!"

Out in the decks, every pony, BBTS and otherwise, stopped their fighting as private Jenkin’s words echoed throughout the entire war ship. The bear was stunned. He let go of the handle piece of the tea cup he was once holding in his paws, now broken into pieces due to the purple Pegasus’ incredible audible voice.

“That was an amazing speech, private.”

“THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT, SIR!” The Pegasus resumed. “I’VE LEARNED TO USE MY DIAPHRAM TO PROJECT MY VOICE IN MY THEATRICS CLASS BACK IN MY DAYS SPENT AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CANTERLOT!!!!... community college.”

“Well, Mr. Polar.” Moshi grinned with satisfaction. “Have we given you a clear enough answer yet?”

“That you have, Moshi, that you have.” The bear replied without pause. “So are you saying that you wish to fight this monster, knowing that it will rob you of your friendship?”

The confident green Pegasus nodded his head in agreement. “The BBTS will do anything in order to save not only the galaxy, but the entire universe from a threat such as this, this you can be sure of!”

“And what of Mr. Spike, and the rest of your teammate?” The bear shifted his attention toward the baby dragon, who had stayed silent the entire time. “He only acted according to my instructions; will you forgive his actions?”

“I cannot forgive someone when I wasn’t even mad at him in the first place.” Tears began streaming down the Pegasus as well as the baby dragon as they embraced in the first hug in well over two years. “Welcome back to the family, little guy.”

“I think I finally saw the errors of my ways.” The polar bear stated with an apologetic tone. “When I was just a cub, my family was taken away from me by bandits. I was thrown into the worst kind of orphanage where I endure through species discrimination, bullying as well as punishments from the headmasters for performing my chores just the tiniest bit out of place. I went through hell before the army finally found me, and took me into their ranks. From that day on, I’ve vowed to work with the army in order to protect the meek and the old, so that no child will be left without their family. When the army ordered for me to induce chaos into the world, I gladly and blindly obeyed my superiors under the assumption that the army would protect the people, at a huge cost to everyone. But as time went on, as I sent more and more innocent people into the same hell I endured as a kid, I’ve begun to rethink my choices, and began to have doubts about following my orders. I was blinded by following orders, I’ve forgotten the reason I’ve become a soldier in the first place.”

With his massive forearms, the veteran bear slammed his paws on his treasured mahogany table, sending off a vibration that shook the entire floor.

“I’m going to never hear the end of this from the galactic council, but scoff all that! Let’s Join forces, Moshi of the BBTS! I will NOT attain victory at any cost, not this time, because….”

“We’re going to save everyone!”

(To Be Continued)

DEAR CLAN LEADER MOSHI:

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE HONOR OF SENDING YOU THE FINAL LETTER OF THE SERIES! I AM BEYOND HONORED! AND I WANT TO THANK YOU, THE GOOD FOLKS SITTING BEHIND THAT FORTH WALL, FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT OF OUR ADVENTURES, WHICH WILL MOSTLY LIKELY END, ON THE NEXT CHAPTER! AND NOW THAT THE TWO STRONGEST FORCES IN THE GALAXY HAVE FINALLY REACHED AN UNDERSTANDING, AND ARE USING THEIR COMBINED MIGHT AGAINST THEIR COMMON FOE, WILL THEY BE ABLE TO DEFEAT THIS MONSTROUS CRETURE WITHOUT LOOSING THEIR SENSE OF FRIENDSHIP? YOU CAN FINALLY FIND OUT HOW THIS SERIES… OF EVENTS, END, ON THE NEXT AND FINAL EPISODE OF THE….

BRONIES.

BEYOND.

THE.

STARS!!!!!!!!

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT,

Second Division, Branch Delta Squad Private Jenkins