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Ancient History (Edited)

Perspective: Ancient Dig
The expedition had arrived at Equestria's border and set up camp as the sun was lowering below the horizon as the moon took its place in the sky. Taking a break, we figured that if we left early in the morning, Canterlot would be within eyesight by noon and we can store the artifacts by sunset and then set up the exhibit, or rather parts of the exhibit, the next morning. Getting a warrant from Luna's old guard to prevent the nobles from claiming any piece of it won't be that hard. She hated the nobility and its underhanded ways of obtaining things in an otherwise illegal manner. Nopony that knows Celestia is certain of why she slaps them on the wrist when they do it again and why she says - said - Luna's punishment is too harsh. Celestia makes the nobles pay actual bits for there crimes, yes, but Luna had a smarter and more realistic approach of claiming and distributing their income and Celestia either never considered it because it was a better plan or never liked it because she thought it was cruel and unusual punishment.

Everyone loves Celestia, and that's fine, but I always thought that was a problem. If everyone loves you, it is because you are covering certain lies to spare their feelings when they need to hear the truth or because you don't want to admit that the truth hurts. Celestia has so many unknowns about her that I won't be able to understand her completely, but she does strike me as someone who is much like a child, she can't bring herself to make the hard choices.

After setting up camp, we got out the rations we took and were thankfully plentiful even after getting side tracked by greedy nobles. I wish they'd just work a small wage job like the rest of us. Exploration isn't a real job but it does remind me how hard other ponies have to work just to make a living or to have the nicer things in life. Then there are some nobles I'm forgetting like Fancy Pants, Luna bless him, who make an effort to give back to the lower and middle class as they help this nation grow in some way. Without the lower and middle class helping Equestria there is no profit to be had, just a stagnating state of income. To put in my own words, if everypony is rich then nopony is rich. At this point I'm just fuming at myself for not noticing this sooner or handling it better. "Ms. Dig, your food is getting cold." I snapped out of it and thanked the guard as I ate my ration.

"Did anyone hear about the griffons lately?" One guard said.

"Yeah." Answered another guard. "I heard they've gotten into this line of work for next to nothing but I did notice some artifacts that other teams were looking into."

"I thought it was strange that they, somehow, got to them before the appointed team." Another guard added.

"Then we best stay on high alert." I advised. "There is no telling if the rumor is true or not so be on your hooves if we see any griffons from here to Canterlot."

They nodded and one guard had an idea I was not fond of, "Anyone want to tell scary stories?"

"NO!" They laughed. They knew why I didn't want them to tell any scary stories. 'I hate snakes. I hate snakes! I HATE SNAKES!'

They continued to enjoy their rationed food and drink as they started talking about mares with the bust size of a head. Those are mares that are blessed with the body of a heavy weight fighting champion with their big boobs or larges rears or both. I get so jealous since I have a more streamlined and athletic body. I'm bigger than Cryptic Glyph but I'm not Runway. Dear Celestia that girl could lactate half a cow herds' worth of milk at best and she doesn't even have that ridiculous a bust size, just very active milk ducts. Anypony would ask me about my body in that regard and ask if I was happy with my body. To some extent I would say no because I want to impress a stallion but the majority is yes because a larger body would limit me in my job a bit more since small openings do not like large butts as much as stallions do.

The night had finally arrive and two guards stayed up to look out for the camp and keep an eye on the haul. It's time to sleep so the bed comes first.

Perspective: Griffon Female
I thought they'd never go to sleep. And the nerve of those stallions brazenly talking about their soft and cuddly mares. Griffons have appealing sizes too damn it. I feel so insulted it hurts to even look at myself. I'm not nimble despite my flexibility and I do have a couple of plus sizes but I'm not fat. Great now I'm crying and I don't have a griffon to comfort me. I wiped away the tears to focus on the mission. Intelligence said that the site was dug up and by experienced archaeologists no less and Ancient Dig is among them. If me and Peck pull this off, we'll have griffon males at our bed in sweet pleasure. I hope. I hate being lonely and I'm sure Peck feels the same way.

Waiting for their shift to change, Peck and I eased down our respective tree and waited behind the bushes, keeping as low a profile as possible so we don't get spotted. After a while, both of the posted guards passed out, more than likely from helping to pull the cart. One of the few times I do feel for the ponies. We griffons may be stronger by nature but we're not the fit zebra or mighty Minotaur much less a centaur. Whatever is in that tank must be heavy or the tank itself is the heavy one. Easing out into the camp site, Peck and I lifted the tank but the strain that was easy off of the cart caused its metal parts to squeak. Combined with its weight, we'd have to head back to our camp and get the remaining griffons to help us lift this thing.

Thankfully our camp was following us and we were able to get the tank out of the cart but one of us slipped and dropped it, waking up the ponies. "Hey!" Dig knocked a few of us away from the tank and squared off with one of the males while the rest of us dealt with royal guard from princess Celestia's and Luna's forces.

"We need this technology just as much as you do." One of my comrades shouted.

"For what reason?" A guard yelled, demanding an answer.

"We got information that this tank can preserve a living body for an extended period." Another griffon said. And he was right, we got that information just from reconnaissance and with that tech from our resources, every nation in the world can preserve their more desirable citizens if not everyone can be saved.

"You just want the tech so you can make more and sell them back to us. Admit it!" One guard was definitely fighting on adrenaline as his sword came down on a griffon who had the reflexes to dodge but the blade hit the tank as this white, cold air came spilling out of it. My instincts, at that instance, suddenly kicked in. Desire, fear, lust and caution were now present in my eyes and body language and I wish I had a clue as to why but my more preserving instincts were screaming at me to retreat while I could still move.

"Oh great job Captain 'Swing-a-lot' you just damaged our oldest find in history!" Ancient Dig, even as our enemy, was right to be mad. Any find this old is crucial to any nation that discovers it. However, the true relic isn't the tank apparently. The treasure was still inside and it was... is dangerous. AND WHY DOES IT TURN ME ON?!

Perspective: Genocide Hero
Cold. It's so... cold. How long have I been out? A normal question for cryosleepers like myself since time, when you're preserved, is irrelevant. Time during cryosleep seemingly stands still as you go to sleep and wake up, but thankfully you have time to practice lucid and governed dreaming so as to not empower your mind to unrealistic boundaries. The lid finally opened after detecting the crack to filter more warm air bit I hand plans to speed it up. Using the Organites is all mental, much like lucid dreaming, so raising my body temperature was a simple matter. Before long, the sound of cracking ice was heard as I felt my limbs come free.

Leaning up, with ruined clothes, my outer layer of remaining Organites ripped and reformed the fabric into legging and sashes as the creatures I witness before me all held a defensive stance. I could tell the males from the females by the contours in the clothing, and armor if present, and as far as I knew they were enemies but neither contracts or new or repeating Orgamechs, so my objective right now is subjugation. Stepping on the ground, the more bird-like beings seemed to lock up a bit before I reached for a sword and stabbed it into the ground with some still active Organites to grow the blade into something massive, leaving me with no useful organites of any kind.

In the meantime, two of the avian creatures tried to dive bomb me as I oriented my movements to throw one into the other. Another rushed me, sword at the ready as I grabbed the wrist, brought him around, grabbed the back of his head and shoved it face first into the dirt. An equine creature with wings rushed at me. Preparing my movements, I ducked underneath and jabbed hard into her stomach, minding her internal organs. She went down after getting the wind knocked out of her but my break was short lived as another avian creature stepped close to me with a combat stance unarmed. I respect opponents like this and brought my arms to my side, relaxed and ready. She went for a jab that I easily blocked with my hand as she flowed into a back roundhouse that was deflected with an arm and she used her wings to drop her body and I prepared for an uppercut. She was smart as she used her wings to do a front flip for an ax drop kick. I blocked it but she used an opening in my attention and knocked me in the face, knocking me away but her bodies contortion made the hit fail to knock me out. "Not bad."

"What are you?" She asked, understandably terrified.

"Nothing special, just a killer." Whatever my even stare did had scared her as she backed off. "But I'm afraid this is where we part ways. I was awoken so there must be a situation concerning the Orgamechs, though I will need new power, I slept for too long."

She appeared stunned. "Orgamechs...? What are you...?"

"I have no time to speak."

Perspective: Female Griffon
The being walked to its sword as one of the ponies went to seize it. As the pony got close, the being drew the sword from the ground as chunks of said ground were pulled along with it. The ponies neck was caught between two blunt prongs of a massive blade and throw to a tree as the rest of the remaining dirt fell, revealing a strong blade that gleamed with a sharp reflection. I rivaled the largest show blades but its refinement looked genuinely tempered, meant for conflict. The hole close to the base and the prong at the end were mostly an unknown but the handle was made with enough length so as to be wielded with versatility.

The others went to seize him but all I saw was him catching someone with the prong, kicking another upward, bring its leg around knocking three ponies, I could tell there, into a tree, throwing another pony into a griffon with his hand, another with the sword... it just displayed fighting tactics that made my body react. I was on my knees, wet and scared. I had no way to beat this thing and I know it won't lay me so I sit there, paralyzed in fear. The other griffons woke up as the ponies, Dig included, remained knocked out. We decided to take them half way to Canterlot where they were inside their boarder. Whatever that thing was should not be messed with and we were going to tell everyone that for their own safety. What they do after is up to them.