Ever since STAG had disappeared from public view after their foolhardy attempt at occupying Steelport, time had lost all meaning, literally. Pinkie explained to Pinkamena that the reason for this was because Volition had no idea what they were doing when they designed the timeline for Saints Row Four. What seemed like a few years after the incident may be a few days, weeks, months or years moving forward or backward.

Because of this, Pinkie decided to play with the clock that defined the Saints Row timeline.

A few months after the incident in Steelport, the Saints received word from Mayor Reynolds, who was in contact with the international intelligence agencies, that Cyrus Temple, former leader of STAG and current leader of a terrorist cell, had been located in the Middle East.

During those few months, Pinkamena’s and Moondancer’s relationship deepened. A few trips to Safeword had brought the unicorn’s inner dominatrix to the surface. Inflicting pain on the gimps had become surprisingly therapeutic. The stress she had built up over the years was released gradually for each patron she made scream in blissful agony.

The stress relief she received from the BDSM club combined with the frequent sexual activities she had with Pinkamena had a positive effect on Moondancer’s mental health. Her eyesight improved to the point that her glasses were unnecessary and she decided to let her mane hang down like most ponies. Even if she did look like Twilight Sparkle with a palette swap, she didn’t care anymore.

The Saints agreed to meet up with MI6 agent Asha Odekar in a collaborative operation to assassinate the terrorist leader.

On a pair of helicopters, one carrying the human Saints and the other carrying the Equestrians, the two groups communicated with each other. Pierce suspected a set up but Kinzie assured him that they weren’t walking into a trap. Kinzie stated that she, Oleg and Burt Reynolds had worked with Asha before and was certain that the intel they received was good.

The helicopters were signaled by Asha who intentionally shined a light in the pilot’s direction in a pattern.

Once the helicopters hovered in midair, the Saints evacuated their helicopters. Everyone was dressed in jumpsuits for the operation, including the Equestrians who had to have theirs customized for their quadrapedic forms.

Asha kept the matter professional as she stated that they were three minutes behind schedule and they had a lot of ground to cover.

“You’re a real people person, aren’t you?” Pierce remarked.

“I’m sorry, is this a counter terrorist operation or a Saints Flow shoot?” Asha countered.

Shaundi kept things civil with a simple introduction and a handshake. With that, the mission was back on track.

Looking at the group, Asha had to ask, “Did you have to bring so many?”

“You get used to it when you are around the Saints,” Octavia responded.

Asha spotted the sniper rifle on the musical mare’s back. “Are you sure you can handle that weapon?”

Octavia spotted a lookout tower in the distance. Pulling out her rifle, she took aim and fired a round in the distance, hitting the lookout in the head. “Do you like my answer?”

Asha pulled out her binoculars and looked in the direction that she fired, spotting the dead lookout, the MI6 agent whistled in amazement, especially since the mare didn’t use the scope. “Have you ever considered a career in international espionage?”

Octavia sighed, “I did once, until some upstart sabotaged me and turned my superiors against me.”

“Truly unfortunate. If you ever decide to return to that career path, I can put in a good word for you at MI6.”

“I thank you for the kind offer, if I ever truly give up on finding my way back home, I will consider your offer.”

After traveling a distance, the group arrived at the terrorist underground base, the entrance being a hatch. While Asha wanted stealth, the Saints were not subtle. Playa and Pinkamena moved in. While the Saints leader killed the terrorists in one truck, Pinkamena ended the lives of an incoming group faster than Playa ended his group.

With the surface guards dead, the group entered the hatch and into the base.

Once inside, Asha opened a channel to her handler, “Base, are you there? What are we walking into?

“The intelligence I’m looking at suggests--” came a familiar voice.

Asha stopped her handler and had the group hide as she heard a truck approaching.

“Wait a minute. Your handler is-- was that Matt Miller?” Kinzie asked with surprise in her voice.

“Kinzie, save the rivalry for when we’re not trying to be noticed,” Pinkamena admonished.

Asha had everyone be silent as she heard guards ahead. She and Pinkamena worked together to silently kill a pair of guards. While Asha strangled one from behind, Pinkamena stabbed hers in the back of the neck and out their throat before pulling the knife out then holding his head for a horizontal slice, decapitating him.

Asha prompted for Matt to continue. The former Decker leader stated that the nuke the terrorists had in their possession was stashed deep in the compound and it was primed and ready to go. Kinzie added that Cyrus Temple had lost his mind when he got deported from the United States after he was caught as the mastermind of the Magarac Statue bombing, though she never expected for him to ally with terrorists.

“That’s a hypocrite for you,” Pinkamena quipped.

Asha hacked a terminal and opened a pair of blast doors. Once opened, the Saints openly engaged the terrorists before Temple’s voice was heard from the intercoms. Temple went into a monologue about how the Saints ruined America and that the integrity of the nation was ruined by Saints influence so he wanted to blow up Washington DC and start over.

During the trek to the missile silo, the compound was bombed by allied bombers. One bombing run collapsed part of the tunnel, leaving the group to detour.

They soon reached the silo and spotted Temple on a distant part of the catwalk. Playa jumped over and engaged in combat with the renegade soldier. When Temple stabbed the Saints leader with his combat knife, Playa knocked him away. The two each grabbed a rifle and aimed at each other but Playa was quicker on the trigger and shot Temple in the chest, pushing him off the catwalk and into a vat of deadly chemicals.

Before he shed his mortal coil, Temple triggered the launch of the nuke which prompted Playa to rush to the missile and jump on it in order to disable it from the air.

As everyone said their farewells to the Saints leader, thinking he wasn’t walking away from that alive, Pinkamena started heading to the compound exit. “Well, I’m hungry, who wants to try arabian food?”

“Girl, you even feel a little sad our boss is sacrificing himself?” Pierce asked.

Pinkamena rolled her eyes. “He survived two skydives without a parachute and while enemies were firing their weapons at him. I think you’re forgetting how resourceful he is.”

“Yeah but--”

“So, since we’re in the Middle East, might as well try out the food here.”

“She does have a point,” Asha cut in. “Until we can confirm his status, there’s no reason to worry about it until then.”

With that, everyone left the base and waited for extraction. Pinkamena convinced the pilot to land them in the nearest town with a restaurant where they enjoyed the cuisine before they headed back home.

Life took a strange turn after the Saints thwarted Cyrus Temple. When Playa disabled the nuke aimed for Washington DC, he literally landed in the seat meant for the President of the United States. Nobody knew how it happened because what happened seemed like a blur, but Playa somehow won a political race and somehow ended up elected as the actual President of the United States.

Since then, Playa picked his cabinet based on people he knew. Johnny became the Secretary of Defense, which made the federal staff tremble in fear, Shaundi became the director of the Secret Service, Pierce became the Communications Director, Kinzie became the White House Press Secretary, Oleg became Playa’s personal bodyguard.

When selecting his Chief of Staff, Playa called up Benjamin King, the former leader of the Vice Kings, to step up and take the position. King wanted to be sure Playa didn’t burn the nation to the ground with his ineptitude toward politics.

During the election, Playa ended up selecting a voice actor named Keith David as his running mate. Everyone but Playa seemed to know that Keith was the same guy who voiced the former leader of the Saints, Julius Little.

While Pinkamena and her friends had been offered positions, the Equestrians were legally not allowed to take any political office on account of their undocumented alien status. Instead, they were allowed to live in the White House as long as Playa remained President.

The days after the election dragged on without incident and Pinkamena was really bored. Even with Playa’s unorthodox method of leading a nation and his speeches making him less popular each time. This was why Pinkamena preferred to avoid public politics; it was simply a different world compared to leading a criminal organization.

Even with his friends trying to help him become a better leader, Playa had no idea what he was doing and many of his friends were having similar problems with their own positions. Ben and Pierce tried to convince Playa that there was a problem but the President wouldn’t listen to them, believing everything was fine.

Playa had a press conference to attend. On the way, Keith David gave him a choice of which bill to pass through the legislature: cure cancer or end world hunger. Playa decided on ending world hunger.

A congressman stepped in front of Playa to threaten to use a typical political delay tactic to prevent any of Playa’s policies from getting through Congress. Playa retorted with a punch to his groin and one for his face.

Josh Birk invited Playa to watch some NyteBlayde with him and Oleg. Playa accepted the invitation.

A screaming fan made a mad dash toward the President and was kicked away by Oleg.

While Kinzie was trying to mollify the press with a bored expression on her face, Shaundi let Playa know that Asha and Matt were waiting for him in the Oval Office to warn him that an alien invasion was imminent.

That was when the roof of the building exploded. A group of pale-skinned aliens with stubby spikes for hair and wearing black and red armor floated down to secure the area.

One alien who wore more armor than the others and was almost the size of two adult humans greeted the scared people with a bored expression, “Hello, humans.”

The alien landed on the stage to make an announcement in dramatic fashion, “Ladies and gentlemen this is not a time for fear, but a time for celebration. Today, the best and brightest among you will find salvation within the Zin Empire.”

The alien started by abducting Kinzie. The Secret Service tackled Playa to protect him and prevented him from trying to rescue the press secretary while Shaundi leapt at the alien leader. She was grabbed by the neck by his large hand and held up to his face. “I do love your spirit my dear. I’m Zinyak, pleasure to meet you. Would you like to join me for a ride?” He shook her vertically to make it seem like Shaundi was nodding before she was teleported away along with Zinyak.

Pinkamena and her crew were curious about what was going on. When the attacks started, she and her friends sprang into action to slaughter the alien invaders. While the number of enemies were few, they were not prepared when people were being abducted.

Pinkamena’s friends were pulled into tractor beams one by one, each one with a look of horror on their faces as they disappeared.

Zinyak then teleported in front of Pinkamena when she was alone and quickly grabbed her by the neck before she could react. He held her up to his head before he spoke, “I have not forgotten what you did not too long ago. You may have caught me by surprise back then, but this time you are afforded no such advantage. My forces have taken Mister Gat and with him under control, nothing will stop me from conquering the universe.”

Pinkamena couldn’t reach for the Vorpal Blade in her mane and could only glower at Zinyak.

Zinyak continued, “And with you in my prison, I shall take your world as well.”

A red light filled Pinkamena’s vision before she lost consciousness.

Author's Note

Here we go, SR4 begins. I still don't know what went through Volition's minds when they made the timeline for this game so please bear with me on matters of the game's timeline. I know I'm doing a lot of ranting on this but when a game comes out from a game company, I expect professional quality. I don't expect the best graphics or a perfect storyline but I wish they would have paid attention to something so obvious. It's like they never intended for SR4 or Gat out of Hell to be canon to the Saints Row story.

Anyway, enjoy.