C.R.’s Detective Agency: Case File, Corruptions Roots. By: Snoopy8009

Chapter 6: Dock Yards

After navigating his way out of the police station, C.R. emerges from the stuffy station. Trotting down the stairs with less enthusiasm than before he thinks of his next move, while the information he was looking for was not what he had hoped for but he did get a good bit of knowledge on this Bik fellow, he had learned from this encounter was to be wary, while not giving him any reason to distrust Bik, his sincerity, while warm and genuine from an untrained pony, was in fact hollow and cold but his act didn’t fool C.R. in fact it only seemed to confirm the suspicion that Bik was hiding something. Filing this information away in his mind C.R. brushes off the encounter and continues on his way to the closest of the two dock yards.

He passes disgruntled market goers and stall owners; many complaining about the general state of Equestria after Twilight took over, although quietly while not common place it still isn’t unheard of for ponies to go missing after criticizing the new ruler. Continuing on he passes more officers leading more ponies to the overfilled police station.

As he neared the edge of the market he stops to grab a rather sad looking sandwich from a busy stall, dropping a few bits on the counter and taking the paper wrapped food in his hoof, he continues on to let the next pony forward to get a greasy looking wrap. Slowing to un-wrap the questionably made sandwich he hears a pony calling out to him.

“Sire! Sire! Hang on, I must speak with thou!”

Closing his eyes with a sigh, he could only think of one pony who would use such dated speech, the greenhorn he had recently met in front of the police station, the red pegeaus with the 2 tone neon mane. Turning around and waiting for said pony to reach him, he sees the red pony floating in front of him no longer equipped with his riot gear, or any police uniform at all, C.R. asks him. “Yeah, what do you need kid?”

Landing and ruffling his feathers to make them sit in place correctly he replies with a salute. “Sire, I’ve been ordered by mine commander to give ye assistance in thine quest to further prevent these misdeeds.”

“This is an appreciated offer but I don’t need any more pony power right now.”

With as much gusto, and sparkles, as the legendary stronghooves, Afterburn hovers above the ground while speaking loudly “Non-sense good sire! Ye can never have a big enough host* when combating evil and all its forces!” followed by much less gusto and noticeably lacking in sparkles, “even if ye doth not needth my assistance, mine commander hath commanded me to follow ye.” *Army

“So Bik wants you to dig up information about what I’m up too?” as C.R. starts to continue slowly on towards the docks, Afterburn floats alongside him continuing the conversation He waves his hoof around in a disgusted manner as he replies.

“Truthfully methinks mine commander wishes to be rid of me for his pelf* collecting and this task was an excellent way keepth me out of his mane for you see my troth* prevents me from doing anything too illicit, given my line of work I’m sure the sister shall understand my transgressions when I finally transcend.”

With a confused look C.R. asks “Your what?”

Afterburn replies “My troth, uuhh methinks thee calls it faith, or religion.”

“oh, you’re not one of those ‘Praise the sun’ loonies who knocks on doors at three in the morning are you?”

With chuckle he shakes his head “neigh, forsooth* not. For I follow the sister of the moon, we’re those other loonies across the street and we sooth* say ‘Luna Nos Custodit’. We’ve been toldeth this mean ‘The Moon Keeps us’ or something of that nature, tis difficult translating a dead language.”

*Believe *Actually

With a confused look C.R. asks “You seem awfully easy going about your belief, I don’t mean to offend you or anything, it’s just all the other religious ponies I came across are always busy trying to ‘save my soul from eternal damnation’ or some such non-sense and you don’t seem like the others, why is that?”

With straight face he replies as he casually waves his hoof around for emphases “is't not a free equestria? Trying to force mine own beliefs onto another shalt not maketh those folk believeth it anymore than thee couldst maketh a dog fly, so wherefore would one worry about forcing mine own beliefs onto another? But if 't be true thee wanteth I can recite sections from the Lunarum Ordinem Libri about how thee shalt beest imprision'd on the moon for mundane offenses, I particularly enjoy the section on how moonfire shall burn your skin off as nightmare moon kills your family, tis a riveting tale.”

Slack jawed all C.R. could do was stare doubtfully at Afterburn. After a moment he couldn’t stop his chuckling as it turned slowly into full blown laughter, he was laughing so much that the cart was shaking. As C.R. gripped onto the sides of the shaking cart, he gathers his wits enough to respond. “Is there really a section in that book like that?”

Wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes and slowly calming his laughter, he says “Oh luna preserve me, thee non-believers art so gullible, neigh comrade, Nightmare Moon tis just a fairy tale to scare the younglings into compliance, much like thine tales of sir spike and how that gent combated off a battalion of soldiers with a single claw.”

“Wait, so do you really believe in all that religious stuff or not?”

With a mischievous hum Afterburn doesn’t say a word more about subject, causing C.R. to have his jimmies rustled even further.

The rest of the trip to the docks continued in relative silence, occasionally Afterburn would throw out a hook to try and get C.R. to bite again but it wasn't going to happen again, today anyways. Among the many casts of his line, Afterburn, would also throw tid bits of information out about the sections they had past through. Like the statue of Maximus Makyus in the market place, it wasn't just a big hunk of iron honoring the hero who gave his life to saving many lives from a terrorist bomb. He had found the vile pony acting as a walking bomb, he shielded everypony by using his own body and a ponyhole cover, which is also why the statue was made of iron instead of the typical quarts, it was a dreadful but a much needed reminder of why we should always 'Be Aware! Be Suspicious! Report Everything!!', well that's what he'd been told to say anyway.

After what seemed to be days of turbulent and educational flight, the bustle of the docks could be heard in the distant, with the faint smell of the ocean had finally started to seep through the normal everyday city stench and silhouettes of big equipment could be seen peeking over the horizon as the decrepit city-scape slowly changed into a more sickly industrial state.

As Afterburn slowed his flying to a crawl, a large chain linked fence started to show itself.

Author's Note

Hey! look another chapter! Sorry it took so long to release another chapter but personal family stuff had came up and I had been busy tending to that instead of writing.

Anyway here is another one and I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know what you guys think and forgive me for the bad old english translating stuff, I dont know many words and have to rely on a translator. If you see a mistake let me know and I'll fix it, thanks!