Canceled for good: making new fic

The palace was built from mixed stones, that together gave it a regal look. It was perfectly symmetrical, not a stone ouf of place. Such unmatched precision, for a place so deep into the plains, Twilight thought to herself, but it didn't matter. The thought that overtook all of their minds was how Luna had managed to escape the void; how the burning shadows had not reached her. They walked up the spiral staircase, past seemingly endless floors filled with the chatter of other ponies. But their bodies were hardened by the plains, and even though the towering flight of stairs would give Big Mac a challenge, they were up to the Master's quarter's in under ten minutes. The guards stopped just before the large twin-archway into the master quarters. "She is expecting all five of you, so you may proceed in." One of the unicorn guards told them, stepping aside to allow entry. Twilight led them into the royal quarters, the walls decorated with artifacts from wars. Some long forgotten, some fresh memories. They all gazed upwards, to the ceiling that was trimmed with gold, giving it a reflective sheen. "Ah, good morning, girls." A voice said from the back of the room they were standing in. The five of them looked over, and pinpointed the voice on the royal midnight-blue alicorn, standing over a large map that was sprawled out on a table. Markers and pins had been stuck in to reveal landmarks, battlefields, and smaller towns in the plains. "Princess? How... how dod you escape the void?" Twilight asked, staring at Luna with her own disbelieving eyes. Luna looked at the violet unicorn for a moment, confused. "Why yes, it is. Now, as for why I have called you here. I no longer rule any form of an empire, but that doesnt mean I don't know something that may concern you. I have received word that Fluttershy has been taken prisoner by the army of changelings. Due to her holding an element of harmony, she is being held in special housing, a small fortress that is almost impenetrable. However, it MAY be infiltratiable. A plan I have devised allows three of you to get in, and do whatever is requiered to get her out of there. But two will have to stay outside, watch for guarrds or any of their new armored chariots." Luna said, turning to a wall of blueprints, and taking a specific one down for them. "They call it the tank, and it is, in simplicity, a giant, rolling shell of iron with an artillery cannon on top that they can rotate and fire. That said, even the Iron Mastodon, as the soldiers have come to call it, has a few weaknesses." Luna drew in breath to continue, but Twilight stopped it just short. "Princess, I appreceate all this information you're giving us, but we dont have the equipment to do this." Twilight explained. Dash looked up, cocking her head to the side. "Andbesides, all the guns and grnades were lost during the seige, and we all know the changelings have their damn biological weapons, so using a sword would be totally pathetic..." Dash told them, circling one of her hoofs on the ground. "Oh, don't worry about that. We do have an armo0ry here, so you can let your imagination run wild." Luna said, directing them out the door. "Tale these lot to the armory, will you?" She commanded, and received a salute in return. The guards led them down the staircase, and far, far below the shattered crust of the earth.

The large steel doors hissed and clanked, the gears turning and rattling. They slowly opened as if in slow motion, which revealed a glorious hall, lined with weapons, ranging from pistols and sniper rifles, to machine guns and assault rifles. The keeper walked up to them, a pegasus with a dark, blood red tint to his coat, and a mane, spoted with dots of red, giving him a bloodied appearence. "Well, now. You ponies see anything you like?" He asked, looking back to the weapons hall. Dash's jaw dropped, and she walked forwards, looking at the first shelf of weapons.

Applejack knew exactly what she was looking for: something that packs a nice punch. Instinctivley, she wandered over to the shotgun rack, and inspected a few, finally laying hoofs on her new gun. "Oh, nice choice. That's a Spaz-12. Good gun, good gun. By the way, the name is Mordus." he said, taking a small bow.

Meanwhile, Pinkie wandered around, until something clicked. She looked up, and there it was. A rack full of grenade launchers, just waiting for her. She took hold of an M-79, a beige finish and the metal stock glimmering in the light of the armory. She slung the strap around her back, and sought out a side arm. She wandered over to the pistols rack, but nothing seemed to leap out at her. She was getting hungry, and randomly selected a pistol off the rack. 'Desert Eagle IMI' the stamp read. It was a large, bulky pistol, but it would do. She fit herself a holster and dropped the pistol in.

Rarity wanted something unique, with that flare you wouldn't find on other weapons. Though her clothes may not show it, she still longed for the accessory-lined closets in her old home, back in Ponyville. She scoured at all the guns, lined up and all the same. Like cookies on a baking sheet. But, in a graceful gift ffrom Celestia, she spotted a very diffrent weapon. The mag was positioned behind the grip, something that no other rifles there had. She Looked up for Mordus, and signaled for a ladder; she was just out of reach. Mordus walked aound the corner, out of her sight, but she could hear the rattling and chaking of the steel carrige rolling back out. He positioned it up to the rack she needed, and retreived her selected rifle. "Ah, a wise choice. We call these the Augies, but the name doesnt really matter. This is your AUG. And, if you want, there is the accesory depot off to the side for all your guns." he said, raising a hoof to the side. Rarity lit up like a light, and trotted off, the scopes, slings, and special underbarrel weapons shining just like the jewels she had found so precious.

Twilight, the scientist she always was, longing for the untested, went up to Mordus and tapped his shoulder. "Ah, who have we here?" He asked, and awaited a name. "Twilight SParkle. By chance, you you happen to have any prototype weapons? Anything... new?" She asked, looking around blandly at the rather stock weapons n the room. "Yeah, we may have a couple things that may catch your eye. Go down 3 racks, theres small corridor. Down there, you'll find what you're looking for. Twilight wantered round the corner, and through a (rather poorly lit) hallway when she found it. She turned in to the toom, head craned to the right, and she found them.  The few that were in the small store room were special. In that way, where you dont just kill youe targets, but have fun with them doing it. Each of the four weapons had a description explaining what they did.

Eviscerator: This melee weapon is designed to do exactly what the title states. The plunges itself into a target's body, lacerating anything in its way, and detatches itself from the harpoon cable. At the press of a button, it begines spinning, just like a blander would, inside one's body. The effect is a spectable of chunks or organs, waves or crashing ruby, and the ever-so-enjoyable screams of unadultered pain as your target is made into chop suey!

Dragon's Breath: This weapon is the latest in scienific eingineering. When fired, it fires a beam that us intraceable by the naked eye, that can make its way through objects [ANYTHING THINNER THAN 8'] and upon impact with organic cells, starts a fire on the molecular level. Blood cells come to a boil in the cell stream, and whoever the poor sod is that you fired this baby at will have one final steam bath.

Wild Wind: Ever wanted to fire a tiny, peircing, slashing needle at somepony? How about five? In one second? You guessed it: The Wild Wind fires a continuous stream of needless at a target. Perfect enough to slip through clothing and most armors, yet deadly enough to peirce through bone. If the needle itself doesnt take care of your target, the optional explosive-tip, corrosive-tip, or inferno-tip will!

Twilight stopped for a second. She realized she didnt look on the opposite wall. Turning around, she saw that the Changelings werent the only ones with tanks. Not by far. There turned out to be an entire hangar, tanks lined up. At least twelve she counted. "Yes, seems that I should tell you this. I know what Luna told you, they they just discovered these tanks. Well, we know stuff she doesnt, and thats not true in any way. Down here, she has restricted access, and... well, i'ce been training a squad of tankers. We have lights, mediums, heavies, tank destroyers, and artillery platforms. You want it, I got it here." he said, a half-smile quirked across his face. Twilight would have explored deeper into this, but a voice called out from the main room. "Twilight! One of Luna's guards is here to take us bakc up!" called Applejack's voice. She thanked Mordus, and said she would be back to learn more about the tanks theybhave hidden here, and walked back to her freinds. She looked at Dash, sho was wearing a gas mask, but not like the one before. Along with that, a helmet, leather camo suit and a sniper rifle. "Hey, Twi. Check this out." she said, and pulled her rifle ofer her shoulder. At the press of a button the scope clovers flipped up, and the barrel extended. "It's called the DSR-1. Pretty sweet, huh?" She said, giving her the ego-boosted look that was so common all those years ago. Twilight have a nod of approval, and led them all out into the spiral stair, and they started back up to Luna's quarters.