Getting Out of Bed Was the Easiest Part

Princess Luna stood up, and trotted over to the window on the right of the bed, before staring out of it. Courier Six didn't know what she was staring at, but he assumed it to be something of importance.

"We are investigating the Diamond Dog attack in Ponyville, and have come to the conclusion that it somepony instigated it." She spoke, before closing her eyes, "Diamond Dogs usually take slaves to work in their mines, but they never took any." Luna shook her head, before looking over at the Courier.

He remained silent, waiting for her to continue, his hands folded neatly into his lap.

"We believe that you will be extremely useful in finding out who instigated the attack, and with that, we are returning your full arsenal to use at your disposal. Make no mistake, we did not make this decision lightly." She smiled, before stepping over to his door.

Six stood up, "No promises, but I'll try." He nodded. Those dogs were slavers? Say no more, he was going to slaughter them all, as he did with the Legion.

Luna nodded, "We've arranged for you to leave in a week. Goodbye." She then stepped out of the door, shutting it behind her. The human could hear her hoofsteps grow fainter as she walked off down the hallway. He made his way to the window, having a nice, full view of the ballroom, where a party was going on, complete with fireworks and all. He watched as a rainbow streak zipped through the sky, before what looked like a mushroom cloud but rainbow, followed by an intense explosion broke the sky.

It was beautiful, and he just observed as the streak exiting the cloud zipped around the area. He didn't catch to see if it landed, as he turned away and back to his desk. He picked up his helmet and secured it a clip hanging from a bandolier that wrapped around the armor inside of his duster. He then picked up his AER-9, slung it over his back, and checked his Microfusion Cell count. He had around 10, one of them holding a charge of 12, and another of 23, the rest were all fully charged with 24 shots in total.

Courier Six waited for the part to die down and disperse before he stepped out of his room, and down the hallway. He stopped a passing maid, asked for directions to the gardens, and continued on his way.

He found himself admiring the beauty of the gardens as he stepped through it. It was very well kept and had just the right amount of growth to it. Not too little, and not too much. He smiled, before spotting Celestia near a small pond, just sitting down and staring at the water.

Six came up behind her, looking over her, and at his own reflection, "Beautiful place." He commented, kneeling down beside her, and tossing a pebble into the water. He watched it bounce across the lake, leaving a pattern of circles that extended outwards like a child reaching for its mother, before sinking down into its depths.

"Yes, I suppose it is." The Solar Princess sighed, "I'm in a tough spot, Courier, would you mind taking a walk with me?" She asked, looking over at him.

He shook his head, and stood up, watching her do the same. She stepped past him, and down the path, him walking right beside her.

"So, what's up?" He asked, sliding his hands into his Duster's pockets, looking over at the Princess.

"I've just been informed of another Diamond Dog attack. It happened in a small village northwest of here, well out of Diamond Dog territory." She let out a small sigh, before raising her head up a little more.

"This is definitely a coordinated attack, and we're grasping at straws, here." She looked over at him, staring up into his eyes, "Once you arrive at Ponyville, we need you to make friends with the bearers of the Elements of Harmony."

Six let his eyebrow raise, "I'm sorry, Elements of Harmony?" He asked, taking a bemused look.

"They're artifacts meant to keep the peace of this land, and the bearers are the ones wielding them. They're the six you saw when you exited the throne room, earlier today." She informed him.

Courier Six nodded, "Ah, I see. I'll try my best. I don't make promises. The amount of times you break one far outweighs the times you actually keep one." He sighed, shaking his head before they came across a dead end in the garden. They turned around and headed back to the castle.

After they exchanged goodbyes, the Courier was now making his way back to the castle.

"I don't want to set the world on fire.." He sang in a whisper to himself, vaguely remembering parts of the song. Once he was back in the castle, however, he immediately made for his room.

He passed a few servants along the way, and once he came to his room, and stepped inside, and shut the door behind him.

Stepping over to his desk, he brought out a bottle of Whiskey from his duster, and popped the top off, and taking a giant swig. He let the liquid run roughly down his throat, feeling the intense burn that accompanied it.

Removing the bottle from his mouth, he let out a satisfied sigh, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, before setting the bottle down onto the desk.

"Fuck." He cleared his throat, "I needed that." He smiled, taking another swig, before setting the bottle down. He knew it was getting close to dinner time, so he didn't want to get wasted just yet. He capped the bottle, opened a drawer on his desk, and slid it into there, before shutting the drawer.

Now, he just needed to wait until that servant came to take him to dinner. He was going to ask her name. He wouldn't mind becoming friends with her. She seemed nice enough.

Sliding himself into the chair, he pulled out the leather book and flipped it open. Maybe he should consider writing an entry log. That's what he did. He got to writing, writing down everything that he's encountered in this place.

If he ever got back to the Mojave, he'd have quite the story to tell. Not like anybody would believe him anyway. Except for No-Bark, but he's not exactly a sane person, to begin with.

Well, neither is Six.