Flight School

Every griffon was at Robin's door to her house including children want an autograph from the human, me, who has come to visit them again. That threw me for a loop since I don't know how humanity crossed dimensions in my absence, or when. They crossed dimensions, end of story. So I took one of the chicks' parchment and I didn't have a name for myself. Often I was called Geno, Genocide Savior, War Wing and all other manner of things. This was like being reincarnated. Wait. Reincarnate. Incarnate. Carnate.
Nathan Carnate. I wrote the name down and handed back the paper as children cheered. They didn't mind the dumb name, they just liked that a human signed it. But I intend to find out how humans got here. After scribbling down my on another parchment, the quill well worn and the ink almost completely used up, I went to Robin's room and saw her finishing getting ready, the shirt, thankfully, just past her breasts but her midriff was out and I had to fight a strong urge to poke it. Childish and sometimes wild impulses plague me and no amount of control will get rid of them but I do practice restraint, thankfully.

"Um... hi." Embarrassment crossed her expression as she tried to hide her body. "So.... uh, you need something?"

"When did the first humans come to this place?" She turned in shock. "I don't know how, or when, humans came upon inter-dimensional travel but I can say with relative certainty that they were no from my time." She had a questioned look. "What clothes did they wear? What armor and weapons did they possess? What was their religion at the time?" I was hitting her with so many questions that she soon put her hand to my mouth. "Sughhy." I was the embarrassed one now. I had a bad habit of asking too many questions. Happened the first time I came out of Cryosleep after the first Orgamech Genocide. I asked so many questions that they presented a disk with all of the information I needed for any changes in the law or if the mechs had evolved further than the last time I saw them. This, however, wasn't the same as there was no disk to help me understand what had changed so far and that there was no way to combat the Orgamechs as I am. This new restriction can be useful though as Orgamechs require iron particles to replicate, and without that I'd have nothing. This final change may be the key to take down the Orgamechs, if they're still around, if not dormant.

"To start, humans visited earth around a thousand years ago, but it is said that a minority had gotten out of hand with their faiths, forcefully converting ponies or punishing them in horrid ways." Robin began her story briefly, sparing a few details for simplicity I imagine. "Males were castrated, females sterilized and don't get me started on the children." Solemn air took hold of her face. "Many ponies and griffons tried to help the humans, but too many circumstances led to many of both sides being silenced for her own gain. Princess Celestia." Sadness was very present on her now. "Princess Luna tried to fight back, even asking for aid of her darker side to gain the strength she needed but was banished in the end." She looked up with defiant sadness. "After that, Celestia had done away with them in a variety of ways for a number of reasons." She looked back down. "She's horrible."

I was rather, harshly nonchalant about the tale. "So a princess named Sun in latin is butt hurt because humans were being humans and the world was changing, her world." I was not happy with stagnation and Robin looked offended. "Now granted I do not condone any action the humans took but it sounds like Celestia could've been a more grown diplomat about the situation but instead chose to assert her authority where it wasn't needed."

She nodded with a bewildered gaze. "I'm surprised you're taking this well." I chuckled darkly, a startling action as it came without provocation and she shivered lightly, either from fear or a drop in cold that I might've missed. "Are you... okay?" I continued to chuckled darkly until I laughed, almost sadistically as she backed away further and stopped laughing so suddenly.

"No, I am very much a pissed Orgamech, or human, your choice." She was thrown for a loop and her expression was word enough. "A princess who answered violence with violence, atrocity with atrocity." My voice was low, calming but hiding an urge to kill. "You don't answer blood with blood. It perpetuates a cycle that never stops until a child is forced to stop it, in which case the child is the winner and everyone else have lost."

"Sounds like you witnessed a great war." I nodded and she calmed down, now that I wasn't doing anything too out of the ordinary. "Was it bad? The war, I mean."

I looked at her with a solemn look of my own. "It was hell. Machines that bleed and humans turning into machines. Flesh and steel as one, a machine that was alive." I looked down and away. "No one should have to see that and I hope no one ever does." I started walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked, taking my hand.

"With any fortune and effort on my part, forward." Before I took another step, she turned me around and nuzzled her forehead into my neck.

"Just be careful, and please come back safe." Her words were laced with worry and concern as if I were leaving her forever and all we did was 'business' last night. I guess I struck a chord in her.

She kept the hug a bit longer before letting me go. I was off and on my way to the dense foliage but there was an instant problem. I am in a valley of griffons, with houses that are build into the rock face as a support system. I can jump, but I can't fly and unless there is a murder happy griffon here that the town want to get rid of or wanted punished for his crimes, I am not killing innocent bystanders. This is, however, the perfect time for a combo of abilities and tools I've already gained to act as repel gear. My legs gained the developed muscles like that of the cricket with the Soldier Army Ant's hooked mandibles coming from my wrists to act as grapples, usable with the spider's reflex to safely and swiftly reach the ground. Jumping off to reach the ground, I rebound and swing safely to the bottom of the valley, like a Toa of Bionicle. Griffons who saw me safely traverse to the ground came to me for a story of how I did that, from smiling children to boys and girls gushing over the simple things so I had to get out. Using the valley's walls aided me in reaching the forest close by and here is where the air was fresh, alive and wrought with survival. Bugs of every nature spearing, clawing and eating at their fresh catch as more beastly creatures chase down, tackle and devour their prey. One creature, a raptor, took a flight at me as I joined the fun, devouring the avian and gaining wings and talons from it as my small grant for survival. This forest is perfect for me to live in and a prolonged stay might just make it the house and teacher I need to avoid the Sun Princess of butt hurt.

All that is left to do is see how long it'll be before I'm visited by the realtors. Until then, it was time to decorate a place to live so it's time to hunt for living space.