I quickly began to think over my options, as well as looking through my mind blueprints for anything that could be useful to me. At first nothing really came to mind, So I kept crawling the vents in an attempt to get somewhere other than here. I kept pushing on through the cramped duct, I got to a large vertical shaft after about ten minutes of crawling. At the base of the shaft was a massive fan, and it was running, and although jumping through it would'nt kill me, it would hurt, and it would be noisy, which would alert everyone to my location. From what i could see, tunnels amd rooms above me were either dungeons, catacombs, or something similar, so hopefully I would find a sewer or a storm drain below it, which would hopefully get me out of here. Teleporting was risky, because If I misjudged the distance between here and outside, I could end up fused into a wall or someone outside, and although I could pull of extremely long range teleports by using a heavily modified spell, I wouldn't trust it. I gave myself a set of gekko style climbing pads mounted on large segmented feet to allow me to climb down to a lower duct.

Through the ducts I could hear buzzing, and talking, As far as I could tell, none had entered the ducts yet.
I slowly made my way down and stopped at the fan, In the center was the motor, it was on top of the blades, and had a massive cable protruding from the side, which ran along one of the support girders and dissapearing into a wall. I decided to risk it and disconnect one of the terminals and climb through, when I finished unbolting the cable with magic, I pulled the thick cable away from the giant motor, It sparked and crackled for a second before ceasing. I pulled the cable to me, and waited for the fan to lose its momentum, Considering that I could gain energy from electricity, I grabbed the positive and negative leads in my hands and felt the current flow, Unlike when I was human, having hundreds of volts pumped through me felt good. The fan slowed to a stop and I clImbed through the gap, reconnecting the terminals to the motor after I passed, the motor creaked and buzzed before finally spinning back up.
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After a few hours of traveling down I had repeated the fan maneuver 2 more times and I finally reached the bottom of the duct. The bottom was slightly dished and had a drain at the center, on the edge of the round duct I located the service hatch and gave it a firm tug...nothing, I carefully and quietly started to laser out the deadbolt, Pulling the same peephole teleport trick with the door back up in the catacombs wouldn't work here, the echoing of the spell firing and the air displacement would rat me out faster than I could say "Oh shit". After the deatbolt was severed, I tugged the door open and climbed through it onto a catwalk and quietly shut the door, I heat welded it shut and continued on.

After a 20 minute fumble through the maintenance shafts I found a large locking hatch which read "sewer access"

"Well shit"

I mentally shut off my ability to smell and rotated the large handle on top, I swung it open and decended into the horrid place below me, and was immediately rewarded with a rushing stream of shit cascading along about 3 feet below, along the side of the sewer there were a few small walkways and cables to hold, no doubt to keep the unfortunate bastards who worked down here from falling into the shit stream of probably doom. I shimmied over to the walkway and walked along the thin metal grate, I would assume that I could probably get to the surface if I traveled along the sewers long enough, although the sooner I got out of this place, the better.
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An hour and a half passed and I could finally see a manhole I was confortable leaving through, It read "Griffonstone Industrial district" outside I could see dark...night... Perfect. At night this would make a decent place to hide and possibly arm myself a little better, because although I had quite the array of extremely powerful weapons at my finger tips curtesy of the monolith, they ran off of my own energy, and although I had a lot, under fire or during multitasking It would be over strained pretty quickly, especially while flying with my makeshift boosters or using large amounts magic, not to mention that they were quite obvious and very easy to pinpoint, and having an entire army come down on my head because I fired once would really suck.

I climbed from the hatch out into the empty road of the industrial district, I had gotten lucky and emerged into the middle of a back road near a storage warehouse on the outskirts of the district, I could see some factories about 2 miles distant, and more warehouses. My legs and lower torso were caked with shit and fuck knows what else, and I had no clothes. I walked around in the dark empty streets until I found a suitably large place to bathe, in this case, a small warm resuvuior that was being used to dissipate heat from something within an adjacent factory. After I removed the caked on crap smoothie, I summoned myself some weird "clothing" from my mental blueprint library, it was composed of a jumpsuit made of some kind of synthetic material underneath some "chaps" which had some pockets and places to clip things to, some metal wraps holding my hair away from my face, and on top was a hoodie-esque jacket,the main diference being material and fitting, it was much more fitted and more breathable, the colors of the clothing were relatively dark, although with the limited light it made identifying anything beyond that almost impossible. The clothes seemed to be adaptable, but required cery little energy to keep together, so little in fact, that it was almost unnoticed until I changed the length of the sleeves on the jacket to something shorter. I continued my trek through the districts until I found a remote enough warehouse to hide in for the day, I entered the warehouse through the skylights and
hunkered down in a back corner behind a massive stack of large crates, each was easily big enough for me to fit into with room to spare, in the dark I translated the equish writing on the crate and read out the words written on the crates, in this stack all of the crates had designations for army clothing, each code read like this "typ;00, Des. Cam; sz 32; F" which I could assume was information on the color, size and gender configuration, of the uniforms contained within. And upon checking in one, it seemed that I was correct enough for my purposes. After checking a few other crates I found more crates of clothes and finally backpacks, I took one and opened It, I dug through other crates and found bayonet compatible knives, camelbaks, and some helmets, as well as vests and straps for everything. I stocked up and found a good place to sleep, which turned out to be inside the center of one of the stacks, the crates were staggered enough so that I could remove some crates from inside and slip in, I pu the extras on the stack and left one out to use as a makeshift door. Once I crawled in and slid the crate back in with It's brethren, I started fiddling around in my head about how to contact someone in equestria, without magic to keep the changelings from finding me, or a method of getting home quickly enough to avoid tracking. Teleporting was too risky because of the unkown distance and the possibility of having the teleport interrupted and causing me to be completely emulsified on appearance. Flying there on my own could work, but being out numbered an army to one would really suck, and self destructing could end badly for me. I kept thinking it over until I had a dumb but possibly feasable Idea to steal a plane, stealing it would he hard, but escaping with it would be easy, because by the time a counter attack could be launched, I would already be gone, and with a bit of magic It could be survivable....and having a fighter plane just sounded cool.

Author's Note

This chapter was originally far different but after rewriting it, it makes far more sense in context, and seems more plausible than the original Idea.