A Roegadyn in Equestria

A Roegadyn in Equestria.

Chapter 39: “Allons-y!”

*Point of view: Third Person*
*Location: Private residence, South of Baltimare*
*Time: Just passed eight at night*

(Here is picture of the general area.)

About nine miles to the South of Baltimare, was an estate that belongs to a well-known business Pony known only by others as, Big Mama. This was a Unicorn mare was rather on the, larger end of the spectrum. This was due to how she was always into new types of food and continuously hosted extravagant parties for the wealthy and most influential.

She was the president that owned multiple shipping trades that would go in-and-out on the water, along with a few that would go by road on the eastern side of Equestria. In the public's eye, she was an entrepreneur that gained her wealth through expertly handled business transactions and negotiation tactics.

Where she lived, was a large, privately owned estate, that had its own wall surrounding it that was nearly as big as the one that would go around the nearby city itself. There was only one way in or out of the grounds. This was thanks to a fortified gate that would allow two or three carriages to travel through at once.

Tonight, there were many guards situated in key areas around the grounds while there are just as many, if not more within the walls of the three floored mansion that one would believe the princesses themselves to own.

Instead of being made of brick or mortar, the structure appeared to be constructed with the use of magic and marble with how smooth and seamless everything appeared to be. There was even an impressive maze garden that surrounded the building Itself and only a single path for carriages to come right up and encircle a statue with a vague similarity to the princess of the sun, before leaving again.

It would seem that Big Mama, was having a very important guest arriving and was already giving the final orders to one of her servants before they were sent away from behind a very large chair that was facing away. The room itself was decorated with many expensive looking trinkets and statues. Most of which, seem to be made out of mostly gold and rare jewels. When some time had passed, there was the chorus of bells being run lightly through the structure.

Shortly after, the very same servant came back in through the door and quickly announced. “Madam, it would appear that your guest has arrived, shall I show them in?” Big mama replied by speaking in a very, over the top southern tone. “Let us not make them wait. Bring my guest here, but remember what the rules are for any others.”

This got the mare, who was speaking to Big Mama, that was still hidden by the chair, to give a light bow, before she replied with a, “Yes ma'am.” And left. Soon there was the sound of steps being taken from beyond the door and one could hear the voice of the servant on the other side saying something to another.

“The madam is within. But regrettably, this is to be a private get together. I will have to ask that your escort waits outside until called for.” When that was done, a gentle knock came at the door and the servant's voice could be heard saying, “Madam, your guest is here. I will show him in now.”

The door was then opened and who came in, was a stallion wearing a very sharp business suit with silver cufflinks on their sleeves and polished black hoof coverings. Due to how things were being portrayed by the angle of things, everything above their neck line was being obscured from vision. The only physical trait that could be noticed, was the apparently well-kept black tail and that this one was roughly, just over five feet tall.

Big Mama then turned in her chair and revealed herself to be a dark blue Unicorn, with a mane primarily comprised of bright pink and a few streaks of blue running through that was made into a long braid and was going over her right shoulder. Her eyes were a light blue and she was wearing a cocktail dress that left much to be desired in covering the chest area.

On most mare that could be seen around. Such an outfit would have been an eye catcher. But this one was worn by an individual that clearly should not have dawned such an outfit. Seeing as it was already giving the signs that it was about to tear with how large her body frame was.

While giving a very large toothy grin. She held out both of her arms as one would when about to give a hug. She then called out very excitedly, “Welcome, welcome. Thank you so much for accepting my invitation. Please, do have a seat. I find that having these little chats to be more enjoyable when all are comfortable.”

As she was saying this, the one that came in silently, walked into the room further and took a seat in the middle of a curved couch. Once in place, did they begin to cross their right leg over the left and lean back into their seat. This was accompanied by signs that would show that a nod was given to Big Mama.

The toothy grinned from before, became more relaxed. But there was still this small little grin on the edge of the lips as Big Mama kept her gaze on her guest with an almost, predatory glint behind them. She then began to say, “Still, I am very grateful for you to answer so quickly once my messenger got to you!”

Big Mama, then turned her chair to the right. Just enough so that the window could be visible while still having a clear line of sight towards her guest. She then began to lightly tap on the armrest of her chair with her left middle finger a few times. After, she began to speak in a sweet voice.

“I hear that you are not one to dance around the issue and get straight to the point. I admire that in a stallion. I would even say… I even find it attractive. When those last words were said, her eyes began to narrow a little bit, while she was lightly licking her lips for only a second.

She then went on to say, “When I got word that you were suddenly in Baltimare. To say that I was surprised, was an understatement! I do believe we started doing business roughly, close to a year ago. Even then, it was through a proxy if I remember correctly.

What's more, you never attended any of my parties in person. Now if I was the paranoid type, then I would assume that you are avoiding me for some reason. But I could see now that it's most likely, your mare is keeping you out of the public eye, out of fear of losing you.” That last bit, had a small chuckle behind it before she continued.

“But I have to confess something. When I first heard that a stallion had opened up shop and needed a transport business to get their wares around. I was more than skeptical in the beginning. But it would seem that I was proven wrong and I'm glad for that. It's opened up so many more doors for my business.”

This earned Big Mama a light chuckle from the stallion sitting across from her desk. Seeing this reaction made the mare begin to blushing a little bit, before she went on. “Also, thanks to you, I've been able to expand my influence and reach out towards other companies that would otherwise, keep to themselves. Just over the last few months alone, the mergers have been conducted smoothly.”

“With what you bring, along with my shipping network. I dare say we are going to become the richest ponies in Equestria.” This earned her another chuckle from the stallion. In response, the mare was blushing even further than before and was having a bit of trouble with keeping her composure after hearing his voice.

The mare then went on to say, “But still, what brings you here? I don't believe that there were any events that I was aware of that would warrant a personal visit from you.”

In response, the stallion reached into their Jackets breast pocket and pulled out a small card. While carefully holding the corner of it between the tips of his index and middle finger, he flashed it towards Big Mama. After taking a few seconds to look at it from where she was, her eyes went wide for about a second before she adopted a wide smile again.

She then began to laugh a little bit to herself as she covered her mouth with her right hand. While giving him a flirtatious stare down with her eyes. She removed the hand, as she was trying to compose herself once again.

The mare then began to say, “Well, well. Color me surprised! I see that you have eyes and ears everywhere. I had no idea that it got out about my new dealings with the Adventurer's Guild. Is it not wonderful that they are willing to lend more workers? What's more, it will be at a reduced cost to us, seeing as they'll be paid through the Guild as a quest.”

She then brought her left hand up and had the back of it towards her mouth while giving an overly, exaggerated laugh as she continued on. “Ha-ha, Haha-Ha! Sure, there was one hiccup in the beginning, but everything has gone swimmingly since. They're so accommodating that I even got a little something for myself out of the deal.”

Afterwards, she brought her vision back to the stallion that was sitting in the couch and her expression changed to more delight as he lightly began to clap his hands. All the while, still not saying a single word.

Big Mama, was now grinning even bigger than before, which threatened to rip her head open if it got any wider. Her eyes then shifted their gaze down his form while not letting go of her current expression. Soon, this was paired with the mare pursing her lips together for about a second and licking them before giving a slight hum of approval.

She then said, while adopting a husky tone. “You know~, I heard that you were the strong, silent type. But I wonder about that. I'm just thinking out loud here. But if I was to guess... I would have to say that's just a front. You may be the head of your group. However, in the end, you're still a stallion. It's in your nature to be submissive. So, what I think is... That you're looking for a strong, capable mare to lean against. So how about it?”

The stallion uncrossed his legs and had them suggestively parted. He then brought his right hand up close to his head in a motion that suggested he was tapping his chin while in deep thought. Seeing this, Big Mama was practically drooling at the action and at the same time, having eyes filled with anticipation at the favorable response to come.

As her fingers were gently gliding across the fabric of her chair on both armrests. She went on to say, “To every pony else. We can be two very successful partners. But, behind closed doors, we could have a special relationship. You can keep your image of being this strong stallion, while at the same time, indulging in your basic, carnal desires. After all, one can't fight nature. I just know that you would look positively lovely in a collar.”

When she had gotten to the point about the collar. The stallion had partly lowered his raised hand and was now tracing it around the nape of his neck with the tip of his fingers, rather sensually. This caused the mare to release a small sound as she had to swallow a sizable amount of saliva while watching this action.

With her smile changing to that of a devilish smirk. She began to talk and a somewhat different tone than before, which carried a distinct tone of authority. “I can see your rather interested in the prospect. My instincts are never wrong. Honestly, I find it hard to believe that you're even allowed to walk around on your own. Mama's going to have to get a leash on you~.”

The stallion then released a small hum of amusement before slowly getting to his feet and gracefully began to pace around the large desk and approach the large mare from the right side. As he did this, she was going wide eyed at the sudden movement and was now blushing furiously as he placed his thumb and two other fingers on her chin to carefully lift it.

From behind a stallion, one can make out only his hair as it was jet black, with just a few hints of silver on the tips. Big Mama, was apparently getting very excited with the way she was beginning to breathe heavily and her nose was flaring to try and take in the stallion’s scent. She was clearly wanting to say something, but was caught up in a moment when the stallion leaned in closer and was now having his mouth close to her right ear.

He was apparently whispering something into it, as her eyes began to glaze over with lust. But suddenly, they went wide and began to shrink as her voice was caught and being hitched in her throat. Her eyes then quickly darted to the stallion as her right hand tried to reach down underneath the handle of her armrest. Unfortunately, she was stopped when her entire body went rigid as visible sparks of electricity jolted from the stallion's fingertips and into her jaw.

This was accompanied by a sudden sound of, “Zit... Zat... Pizzzzzzzz, Bizzt, Bizzzt.” Big Mama, was jerking in place as her hair began to stand on end for several seconds before the sound stopped and her body ceased with its convulsing. The mare, while still breathing quickly, in short breaths, was staring straight ahead as her body was literally locked up from the apparent, electrical shock that was suddenly delivered.

Seemingly unable to move. The mare attempted to use her horn, but only a few, vague sparks were emitted before snuffing itself out. On the desk, sat a letter opener next to a small stack of already opened letters. It was then picked up by the stallion and held up closer for the mare to see from only several inches away from her face. Within a few seconds, the short blade was now beginning to glow with a green light as it gave off an ethereal flame that danced on the edge.

Even with being unable to move by what was done to her body. Big Mama, tried to struggle, but only managed to twitch her body in random spots as her breath began to quicken and sweat was now visible. There was even a long stream of tears that were beginning to form and run down her eyes. That was when the stallion, with one easy swipe of the wrist, had caused the blade to sever the mare’s horn, mere centimeters from her skull.

The appendage then fell and was caught by his free hand. It showed that it was cleanly cut and cauterized by the intense heat being provided by the letter opener. Close to where the cut was made on the horn, there was a golden band along with a red gem affixed in the center of it.

The horn was then lightly waved very slowly in front of the mare's eyes while the stallion clicked his tongue with each wave as if taunting the mare with the notion that she was now without her magic, permanently. The stallion than began to speak loud enough to be heard, with a tone that was just playful, in away. “There's really no point in needing this to signal with to your friends.”

He then placed the horn into his right hand, along with the letter opener and reached down to where the mare was trying to go just before being shocked. After a few seconds in, along with a harsh pull. The stallion held in front of the mare a small device that looked like it was a single red button with some short, ripped out wires dangling from it.

After carefully putting down both the switch and the knife on the desk, he turned his attention back towards the mare and began to speak in a somewhat carefree tone, that had a slight edge to it. “I gave you a chance, seeing as you were a pony that ‘He’, recommended. However, within a few weeks, a certain matter had got my attention.”

At this point, the stallion was now sitting on the desk while fiddling with the mare's horn before he continued with. “From there, it was only a matter of investigation. One thing led to another and then that led to even, another thing. Long story short, I wanted to cut ties with you for a long time now, but you are so useful. Also, I need to collect more evidence.”

“Oh, in case you're wondering, I'm not talking about you anymore. I was looking into what to do with your other business contacts. How does that old saying go? Cut off one head of the Hydra, another will come to replace it? Well, something along those lines. Thanks to you, I have a list of some very, very, bad ponies to look into. But you are oh so very lucky. Being right at the top of my naughty list! Now doesn’t that just make you feel special?”

“I was gonna let you stick around for another month or so, but recent activities have forced my hand.” That was when he leaned in a little closer and placed his left hand's index finger right on the mare's throat and began to lightly press on it until he got onto the skin right underneath the fur.

The next set of words, were each emphasized with a particularly strong, yet short shock delivered to the mare’s body in a not so pleased tone. “You... Bizzt. Did... Bizzt. Something... Pizzt. That... Bizzt. Makes... Dizzt. Me... Bistzt. Very... Bizt. Very... Bizt. Very... Bizizit. Angry... Bizzizzzizzt!” The mare was silently beginning to foam at the mouth as her eyes rolled almost all the way into the back of her head with each electrical shock. There was even the smell of burnt fur in the air.

Even long after the last electrical shock was sent through into the mare. The large Pony was still fidgeting in place. The stallion then went on to say with a cheery tone, “Now, normally I would take my time... But. That would mean being around you more than I have to. And honestly, I don't see you as something good enough to warrant my time. Oh, and this? In case you're wondering, it's just me letting off some steam.”

“Now, going back to what I said earlier about not needing that thing right there to call on some friends. How about I show you what I meant?” Big Mama, was grabbed by her mane and dragged out of the chair. Without the use of her arms and legs and being in a way, paralyzed. She was dragged all the way across her room and out through the door that was harshly kicked open just then by the stallion.

Seemingly no different than a bag of potatoes, her body was brought down the stairs and had to endure each step hitting the back of her skull with how low she was being carried. Each time, eliciting a small grunt or a whimper of pain that managed to escape her still numb lips.

When they came to a stop and the world began to come into focus once again. The mare's eyes roamed her entrance hall and shrunk into pin prix the instant she realized what she was looking at. There were the dead bodies of at least twenty-three ponies, laying all around in a neat circle and each and every one of them, was missing their head.

Just a little ways away, against one of the far walls, was a stack of the missing heads. All jumbled up as if half hazardly put together without any sense of rhyme or reason, with how a few of them were either on their sides, or even upside down.

The stallion then began to speak as he threw her into the middle of the circular pile of bodies. “In case you're hoping for your big, bad, enforcer to show up, I regrettably inform you, that she is no longer in your services.”

He then released a small chuckle and said, “Just to let you in on something. All those times that I was laughing? It wasn't because of what you were saying. It was more because of what I was being shown. You see, the whole time that you were talking, I was watching all of this unfold in my head.”

The mare, who was currently on her side, had her eyes darting around. It was apparent that she was trying to say something with the way her lips were moving and squeezing out a few syllables. Unfortunately, they only seemed to be randomly made with how her vocal cords were still paralyzed from the direct shock to her neck just moments ago.

While taking a quick look himself. The stallion began to bring his hand up and place it under his chin before humming to himself a few times. He then went on to say, in a confused tone, “Well, I don't see your enforcer here, so you're probably wondering about just where is she?” He then pointed his finger to a door that was nearby before saying, “Oh! Here she comes now!”

The stallion went over and opened the door in question very slowly and revealed the figure of a tall, muscular pony that could be seen coming out of the dark shadows within the hallway that was without any light source. Big Mama, pathetically reached out one of her arms, but it only plopped on the ground after a few seconds of being raised in the air towards the figure.

When the one that was coming had finally gotten into the light. It was shown that they too were without a head and was apparently being carried by another individual standing directly behind it. When this was noticed, the mare on the ground began to shrink as she pulled her arms and legs closer together out of pure fear.

The body was then tossed until it landed right next to Big Mama. This revealed the one behind it to be an Earth Pony mare judging by the curves that were so obviously apparent. Her fur was slightly tanned and the mane and tail were jet black. What stood out the most, was how her eyes were a crimson red that matched very well with the amount of blood splatters littering her clothing that was similar to that of a secretary outfit, with the short mini skirt and button-up top.

In her right hand, she was holding over her shoulder an impressively large axe that was heavily stained in fresh blood. And the other held by its hair, was the head of the formerly known as the head guard to the mansion.

Said head, was then tossed into the circle and it bounced a few times before coming to a slow roll right in front of Big Mama. When it had finally come to complete stop, the two were looking right at each other, directly in the eyes. While the Unicorn was having an expression of horror, the severed Earth pony's head had a manic grin on its face that was just completely out of place for one that was about to lose their head.

That was when the mare with the large axe, approached the stallion and stood by his side and started to wrap her free arm around his and nuzzle into his shoulder rather affectionately in the same way one would a lover. Although the stallion himself did not seem to bother at all with the blood that was now being applied to his once clean suit.

Now giving the Unicorn mare a smile that only an innocent kid would have. He began to speak with a cold and nearly emotionless tone. “Do you happen to remember of a mare by the name of, Cross Pad? If you don't, then allow me to refresh your memory. She was a young Pegasus that once worked for you for a number of years. You could say that she was an invaluable staff member.”

“One day, one of my subordinates had come across a scene, where Cross Pad was in the middle of being forced into a crate that was meant to be shipped off overseas. Now, I wanted to know the full story. We boarded the ship in secrecy and got a good look at all the paperwork that was on board in the captain’s quarters.”

“You could just imagine my surprise when I found out that, not only was the ship being used as a alack market slave dealers transport vessel. But also, the one who owned the ship was none other, than you yourself. Of course, it didn't say the company, but it was under your direct name. I have no idea if that was intentional or just plain stupidity.”

“Once everything was sorted. We proceeded to liberate all of the slaves that were packed away. Well, you could guess that those that were guarding them protested quite adamantly and had to be dealt with.”

“We did find a safe place for the mares to hide for a little while so that word didn't get out about their release. It was quite simple to stage the ship being lost at sea to cover up any tracks. When that little event was done, we looked into more of your actions and started to keep a close eye on every single transaction done on your part.”

“So, here is the kicker! All those illegal business transactions that you've been doing behind my company's back that had anything to do with slavery. You were really dealing through my proxies. Right now, they're all safe and sound and waiting for me to send word that they can go back to their own lives again. Of course, it did cost me quite a bit to acquire them before any other buyers could. But with what I make right now, it's pretty much a drop in the bucket.” At the end of that little speech, the stallion did a light shrug along with a small wicked grin present on the edge of his lips.

At this point, Big Mama was looking at him with disbelief written all over her face. She even tried to say something to him once more, regrettably her vocal cords were still out of it so they mostly sounded like grunts and small squeaks while slowly shaking her head as if to disagree what was being said.

The pair then turned away and we're now making towards the front door. When they did this, Big Mama Began to claw the ground and slowly, but surely was inching her way towards the edge of the dead bodies in the other direction now that they had their backs towards her. As soon as her hand had gotten close enough to grab onto the closest body for more leverage, everything was suddenly erupting in roaring flames.

All of the corpses, along with the Unicorn were now a part of a roaring bonfire that had no effect on anything else around it, except for what was within. Not even the floor itself was showing any signs of being damaged by the heat. The mare was screaming at the top of her lungs for several seconds, until she finally succumbed to the pain and lack of oxygen and perished while half way laying across the ring of corpse’s.

Going back to the pair that were just crossing the threshold. The stallion had his right arm raised just above his head and his fingers poised to show that he had just snapped them. The mare at his side, was not affected by what had just transpired and held tightly onto his left arm as they slowly walked over the lawn and made their way down the cobble road, till they got to the front gate.

When they had arrived, they found that it was wide open and there was already a number of other bodies that were spread about on the road and grass nearby. By the looks of things, they had attempted to take the carriage that they had come in with but there were two individuals standing side-by-side awaiting for them to exit the premises.

They were both female Unicorns that were completely identical in appearance, right down to their height and wearing sets of sunglasses. Along with a black suit and tie. These were the typical glamor spells that were used for guards that worked for V.I.P.’s. As well as the royal guards with how they looked exactly the same among each other.

One of the guards climbed up into the driver's seat of the carriage and grabbed onto a set of straps leading to a large, yellow bird that was standing in place while all secured into a harness on the front of the carriage. The bird itself, was easily two meters tall, with vibrant yellow feathers and short wings.

When the guard had tugged on the straps. The animal had released this adorable little, "Kehweee!" Sound. Of course, this made the driver giggle to themselves upon hearing it. The other guard however, merely shook their head while having a small smile of their own as they opened the door for both the stallion and the axe wielding mare to enter the mode of transportation.

Once inside, the pair sat on the back seat while the one guard was on the front. Although, there was another occupant that was already inside and they were wrapped up in a blanket and sound as if they were snoring away peacefully in the land of dreams.

The angle of things from within the carriage now allowed full view of the stallion's face. Which now exposed him to be an Earth pony, with a gray coat and hazel eyes. While having a serious expression on. He spoke in an authoritative tone when he said, “Send word to the others. We move on our primary targets in the next thirty minutes. I want things done quickly and quietly. I believe we have waited long enough to spring this trap.”

This got a nod from the Unicorn in front of him and a green glow began to appear on their horn. After several seconds had passed, the glow slowly subsided and the Unicorn guard then said. “The message has been sent. All units are in place and the countdown has been started. No complications have come up and the targets are already in our sights.”

The stallion then raised his fist and knocked his knuckles against the side of the carriage door to let the driver outside know that they were ready to leave. As the carriage was going over a nearby hill. A small group was moving through the shadows and rushing over to the dead bodies and collecting them all into one place, before rushing into the main building, where the fire within was beginning to snuff itself out.

The small group required close to an hour before their carriage had even crossed through the checkpoint of the city's barrier wall. They didn't even need to stop once when the guard saw the emblem that was on the side of the carriage itself saying the letters, T H I S. And a circular, silver gear surrounding the letters.

When the carriage was finished navigating through the busy streets, they found themselves stopping right outside of the local, Adventurers Guild Hall. The guard that was within the carriage itself, stood up and opened the door and went back to the one that was still wrapped in a blanket and picked the individual up with little trouble at all and carry them outside.

But right as they were exiting the door, something fell out of the blanket and clattered onto the ground just inside and slid close to the male’s hoofs. The stallion bent over and picked up the item and found it to be a flat plate of some type and turned it over in his hands. When he did, it displayed the letter ‘E’ For the background and the name printed on it was Vapor Trail.

Name: Vapor Trail.

Age: 16.

Level: 8.

Adventuring Guild rank: Rank E.

Race: Pegasus.

Gender: Female.

Class: Conjurer.

Weapon specialty: Wand and small shield.

Student At East Adventurer School: First year.

Knowing that this was a very important item. He got up and exited the carriage and quickly caught up to the guard. That was when another mare came out of the building and went wide eyed at the one that was wrapped up in a blanket. This one was a middle-aged Pegasus with hair of yellow and a very light green mane. She was currently wearing a work apron over what was a long-hemmed dress for those that work behind the counter of the Guild.

Without so much as saying a single word, the Pegasus ran straight up and began to check on the one that was covered and pulled back the blanket. Underneath, was a soundly sleeping Pegasus mare with no marks to speak of that could be seen. The older mare then turned to the stallion and guard and spoke in a trembling voice that was on the verge of crying.

“Did they do anything to my daughter? I was so worried about her. She'd been gone for a few days now. I can't thank you enough for what you did...” It was the guard that replied to the Pegasus mare by saying, “She has no visible injuries. From what we could tell, we got there before she could be treated badly. Thankfully, this will just be a case of being kidnapped and nothing else, so her recovery should not take long. Just make sure that she gets plenty of rest and keep an eye on her for a few days. She is going to need someone to lean on and talk things out with.”

The mother was now openly crying as she hugged her still, unconscious daughter. One could even hear the labored breathing from the younger Pegasus as the mother was going a little too far with the hugs and was restricting her airways. It didn’t take long for the mother to realized what was going on and loosened up on her grip and the daughter returned to steady rate of sleeping.

She attempted to get them both to come inside to show her thanks. But the pair had graciously declined the offer. Giving the excuse that they had somewhere else to be. But not before returning the identification card to the mother to give to her daughter later on after giving a set of silent goodbyes. Afterwards, they both went back into the carriage and it took off once more.

During the ride, the axe wielding mare was snuggling up against the stallion's arm once again and pulling it into her chest while giving out a series of content sighs. At the same time this was going on. The guard that was sitting across was shifting her legs periodically while watching the display of affection, with envious eyes.

When the ride stopped yet again, all of those that were aboard, filed out of it quickly. Where they were now, was an open area with several dome shaped warehouse buildings. Close to a hundred yards away, was a rather impressive and decorative airship that stood out from the rest of the nearby ships that could be seen in the hangers from where they stood.

(Here is a picture of the airship. Final fantasy 10, Fahrenheit picture )

Unlike the other airships, that looked like they were meant for the sea, but were plucked out of the water to only have someone attaching balloons to enable flight. This one was a completely different in its design and clearly implemented a type of propulsion unlike any other. On both sides of the hull, one could see the name, Yuna. These four letters were printed in bold, gold-colored words on top of the white surface areas.

At the moment, it was low to the ground but somehow managed to stay perfectly in place as a long ramp was extended towards the ground. Which led straight up to the left side of the craft. What was interesting, was how there was this subtle hum of its engine, showing that it was indeed running, but there was to no air flow that could be felt being pushed out from being underneath.

On the other side, appear to be a similar type of entrance. This one had a lowered cage of some sort that the carriage was being loaded upon, along with the bird that was attached to the front of it. As they were going up the ramp, they could plainly see the cage being lifted up with thick suspension wires. When it had reached the very top, the metal arms began to retract until they were fully pulled in and the door was shut closed.

As for the ramp, that retracted until it was pulled into the flooring before the hatch itself closed. Inside, there was a short corridor just big enough for two to walk side-by-side and a row of section lights along both sides lighting the way that gave off a good amount of illumination.

When the four got to a corner, they made a left turn and went straight ahead and through a bulkhead that slid straight up as they came close to it. On the other side, displayed what could have been the cockpit and additional stations meant for the pilots. In the center of the room was a glowing, see-through sphere made of light. On its surface, could be seen the world map and several locations were currently highlighted with arrows pointing straight down at them. One icon was a pure, round pulsing orb that appeared to be within the city limits of Baltimare.

Going back to the pilot seats. There was one in the center that seemed to be the main control for navigating the ship. Then, there were two others, one on either side. Towards the right side, near the world map display, was a set of computer consoles with multiple screens attached to a wide desk. Currently, each one of these stations was being crewed by a pony guard that was identical to the pair that was with the stallion.

The mare that was at the computer station saw them all coming in and immediately stopped whatever was she was doing and came straight up to them and gave a short bow. When she raised herself upright again, she quickly said, “My Lord! Everything is fully operational and the ship is ready to launch when you give the word. No abnormalities in the core and the new propulsion system are within acceptable parameters.”

When she was finished speaking, the stallion held out his right hand with the palm facing up and a white mask, with black lines and an attached hood appeared on it. It was then placed on to his face before his body began to expand. One would think that this sudden growth spurt would cause the clothing to rip apart, but that too began to conform to the new size of the stallion wearing them.

The stallion that was barely above five feet tall, was now up to seven feet and eight inches. The once slender arms began to beef up to those with powerful muscles. Of course, this was not only focused in those areas, more of the entire body went through such a change. When all was done, it revealed it to be Brex Mith. A K A. Gambit or The Caretaker.

During his little transformation, all that were present were transfixed during the process and nearly every one of them began to blush upon seeing the increased muscle mass. Even the axe wielding pony was showing signs of arousal with the constant biting of her lower lips and an impatient swishing of her tail.

(Play this music for the take-off. Also a Video for those that want to see that ship take off in the game.)

The now revealed to be Brex, brought his attention back to the guard that had been talking to him and said to her. “Lay in a course for home base. Also, don't worry about taking it easy on the ship. This is a test flight and we want to get all the raw data we can on the ship and the engine performance.”

This got him a very wide smile from the guard as she turned on the spot, towards the front and called out to the pilots that were waiting. “You heard our Lord! We're heading home!” When the word home was mentioned, the others nodded immediately and went straight to work. As for the Changeling that was giving the command, she went back to the computer station and began on typing furiously on the console.

Within seconds, the low hum that was barely noticeable began to rise as the engines powered up beyond their standby power levels. Almost all at once, the crew members on the bridge begin calling out their readings and procedures for the take off.

“Taking engines off of standby mode. Increasing power levels to fifteen percent… No problems. Switching to running mode complete!”

“This is the bridge to all hands. Lift off procedures initiating. Secure all cargo. I repeat, this is the bridge to all hands. Lift off procedures initiating, secure all cargo and report to your designated stations.”

“Laying in a course now. Destination, Badlands. T H I S. Complex. Correcting heading to the port bow. Increasing vertical output to bring the ship to a safe cruising altitude.”

While this was happening, the inside of the ship was undergoing some slight changes to the atmosphere. The once white lights, had now turned into a light shade of blue. The surface that they were all standing on, began to rattle just a slight amount. But not enough to cause any problems with standing for a few seconds after the order was given and the engines were powering up.

The floating orb that was hovering in the center of the room, began to rotate as two rings appeared around it and began to alternate in position. The image of the world spun a few times until it came to a stop and zoom in on the part of Equestria that displayed the Eastern quadrant. From there, it showed the same circular pulsing dot from before and a lit up triangle, with the letters, H Q. Overhead being connected by a dotted line running from one to the next.

(Here is the picture that is shown on the orb.)

Over the course of a few minutes, the airship began to climb higher and higher. Until it broke the cloud lining overhead. From there, it accelerated once more and caused all of those inside to partially brace themselves until they were used to it. The crew members on the bridge all began to call out to one another with status reports to verify that there were no problems to be seen.

“The Yuna, is now at the maximum altitude recommended for safe flying of any Pegasus. Adjusting heading by 0.15. Thrust output is at sixty-seven percent. No problems with controls or read outs here!”

“All readings on hull pressure appear to be stable. No problems in structural integrity. External systems are showing all green on my end!”

“Radar detects no obstacles in our direct flight path. Defensive systems on standby. If anything out there so much as looks at us funny, I'm going to blast it out of the sky!” This earned a stern look from all of those inside of the bridge to the overly enthusiastic one that was dangerously close to all the buttons controlling the weapons. Of course, upon seeing all the glares, the mare gave a weak chuckle and return to her station.

The next to speak up, was the one that was just talking to Brex and she appeared to still be looking at the computer monitors with a scrutinizing gaze. “Intake optimal. Flow conversion within acceptable preset parameters… Core showing no signs of degradation. Artificial Aether current controls are green. Overall thrust capability, At... one hundred, thirty-two percent of estimated predictions! I would have to classify this test of the Aether stream engine to be a complete success!”

The mare then turned around to Brex and exclaim, while having a giddy expression on her face. “I do believe with some application of magic to relieve the extreme inertia that would be produced from high-speed flight. We can easily break the sound barrier if we wanted too by what I'm seeing from these readings! We would have to do some minor adjustments to take into account of the higher than anticipated overall output, but that should be it.”

Brex nodded to the excitable mare before speaking in a truly appreciative tone. “This is all thanks to you and your sisters’ efforts. If it wasn't for all the hours and dedication to the job, this would not have come to pass. With all of your support, it took only a few years and we finally managed to put together a fully functioning working prototype. The fact that we got a better outcome than expected, is proof of all the great work you've done.”

Now looking extremely bashful compared to the excitable one from before. The mare was twiddling her thumbs while looking at the metal floor as steam began to come off of her head due to the praise she was getting. She then began to stutter, while poking her fingers together and not looking at him. “I am, uh... That is, you! Are uh... W-Welcome!”

He then asked, “How long would it take until we arrive?” This was able to break the mare out of her current attitude and went back to her excited one again when she replied with. “Under normal circumstances, the distance that we are going to be traveling would take up to two, maybe three days tops for normal Pegasus to fly. However, factoring in our current output, I say that we can be there within just two hours.”

Brex nodded to this and said, “Thank you for all of your hard work, all of you. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go onto the observatory deck. Call me if anything comes up. If not, then wait until we are about to arrive.” This got him a salute from the mare before he left through the automatic door.

When the bulkhead had closed, all the others that were still on the bridge were silent for a moment before one of them that was acting as the pilot said, “Was any other here expecting him to forget putting on the hood before he changed back so we can finally get a look at his face?” That question was followed by a chorus of sighs coming from all of those that were operating the controls.

It was the one, with the itchy trigger finger that spoke up next when she said, “Honestly, I wouldn't care what he is at this point. He could be a squid face and it wouldn't even make a difference. Especially with everything he’s done all this time. I just wish that he trusted us more…”

This time, it was one of the two that was accompanying him earlier that said, “It's not that he doesn't trust any of us. You weren't there in the beginning when he would hardly even say more than three words at a time to us. Whenever he is out, he goes back to that. It really shows that he trusts us more than you know.”

That was when the one that was speaking, began the shimmer in a green flame, before it went away to reveal a Changeling with silver hair, put into a single ponytail that stretched halfway down her back and wearing a maid outfit with a short skirt and adopting a small smile as she looked towards the door.

The other one then revealed herself in the same way as the first. Instead of the silver hair, she had hers done up neatly in a bun behind the back of her head and it was black in color. She then went to say, “The Lord will tell us when he feels more comfortable with doing so. But I would have to say that he changed somewhat after returning from escorting that partner of his that went by the title of Warden, back home.

“And this is putting aside him bringing back the Mistress when he returned. For that, both I and my sister are very fortunate for what-." The Changelings sentence was cut off when a hand quickly reached up and pinched the mare’s ear and pulled sharply. Although this action looked like it could have been rather painful. The maid neglected to let out any type of sound that would indicating being hurt, aside from looking straight at the one who was doing it to her while being perfectly silent.

The one that had pinched her ear, turned out to be the mare that was still holding onto the large axe in her free hand. While giving an innocent smile, the mare simply said, “Now, now. You know full well that the rules of the house say that nothing in private is to be mentioned in public, even if it with your fellow sisters. That is unless either I or he does so.” This was followed up by a small giggle as she released the ear and covered up her mouth that had just shown a small fang during the time her mouth was open.

*Point of view: Brex Mith*

Brex had just exited the bridge and had made his way down a short corridor and went up a flight of stairs. When he got to the next level, he found himself standing on the observatory deck that appeared to be wide enough to host a small party. All around, were rolls of wide windows that offered a full view of the ship from the insides. In the far back, was a rather large door that would slide open towards both sides of the wall to reveal a walkway leading to the top of the ship. Where one could literally stand on the top of the hull.

Brex went over to one of the windows on the left side of the ship, towards the front and leaned on to the railing to look out the window. But was more focused on his reflection, than the outside world.

Within his head, the Roegadyn was beginning to replay what had happened during his trip over to the other world. It started with him becoming an apprentice and taking on the class of ‘Artificer’ from the tabletop role playing game called Dungeons & Dragons. It had taken a little convincing on Ryu's end in convincing him to learn it. Even with the possibility of there being the, World counterbalance effect, that he likes to refer to it as.

Thanks to the stories, Brex came to the conclusion that whenever a displaced comes back from another world, given new powers or weapons from another displaced. Has this type of ripple effect that causes their reality to adjust and make changes according to what the power or item is.

Honestly, he could have refused, but the argument was made that the damage was already done the very moment that he had accepted that scroll of mending awhile back. Even if it was something considered, insignificant at the time. It still had the chance of turning his world into that of the Dungeons & Dragons, to some degree. There was no telling how long it would have taken before things could be noticed and Brex had to be ready.

As it turned out, there were three real ways to level up the Artificer class. One was to be in constant fights and gain experience. The second option was to constantly craft and tinker. The final one was to simply study and learn. Thanks to Ryu, Brex got to go to the Academy and study a number of subjects, while being able to go through the library and read to his heart's content. There were even some out of the school lessons being given by a few of the champions known for in the game called, League of legends.

There were even a few times that the Roegadyn did have to do a few, morally questionable acts that he felt was necessary in the long run. When Brex got to those memories, he shook his head to get past them quickly and move on.

Sometimes, it was hard for Brex to wrap his mind around how it was when he came back. Although a good five and a half months had gone by for him. He had literally only been gone for not even a second on his own world. Knowing that he was going to be gone for a while, Brex had taken the opportunity to write down a small journal of things that were recently occurring, so he wouldn't forget when he stepped through the doorway and back into his Equestria.

Images began to flash before his eyes and superimposed onto his own reflection. They were in a way, snapshots taken in time of the following events.

There was the buying and selling of land, along with having to deal with the legal bureaucracy that nearly made him rip his own hair out. There were those businesses that he knew we're going to be complete flops, but seeing them do so in front of his eyes, really didn't feel all that great. He had the cringe at remembering the one idea about, edible shoes. Oh! and he just couldn't put behind that one idea about, wing warmers for birds. Thank goodness his name wasn’t on anything, or he would just die from embarrassment.

While all of that was being settled with. Brex would take the Changelings out to train them from time to time. Until he was sure they were ready to act as the head mares and teachers for his schools.

Now, when he had everything pretty much set up for his nine ideas. The next question was where the place the buildings meant to further the races of this world in defending themselves. At the start, he had played around with the idea of putting them in one place, but thought otherwise in case there was some type of incident, then the whole thing would go up and smoke.

So, he ended up going down the path of building three distinct schools in different areas across Equestria. They were going to be called the East, West and Central schools of combat. He could have gone with the naming convention of, Sea, Earth and Stars or something. But saw that it was a good opportunity for those to try and use the names for personal gain in some way or another for social status, so we opted for it to relate to its location.

He didn't want to place all of the classes in each one of the three locations. So, he ended up splitting them up and making sure that each had one Healer class and two Tank classes. Along with the only class that can become either a damage dealer or a healer. This depending on how the student progress’s when it came to the, Arcanist. While the rest were evenly spread about.

These beginning tanks were, Gladiators, the base class of the Paladin. Specialize in the handling of all manner of one-handed blades, from daggers to longswords, be they single or double-edged, straight or curved. Tracing their roots to the Coliseum, where the roar of the crowd reigns supreme, these melee combatants have learned to seamlessly flow between attack and defense in a dance that delights the eye. Making use of their skill with the shield, gladiators can also draw the attention and attacks of an enemy upon themselves, thereby protecting their comrades from harm.

(Here is a picture of a Gladiator from the game.)

Arcanist, base class for both the Summoner and Scholar.Adepts of the art of arcanum derive their might from symbols of power born of geometric techniques hailing from across the southern seas. Held within occult grimoires, these symbols lend shape to the arcanist's aether, thereby allowing him to produce myriad powerful spells. Using the selfsame symbols to unlock the latent power contained within gemstones, arcanists are also able to summon forth the familiar known as Carbuncle to carry out their bidding.

(Here is a picture of a Arcanist from the game.)

The second starting tank class was, Marauders, the base class of the Warrior. They are combat specialists whose weapon of choice is the great axe. A fearsome arm long associated with Eorzea's pirates. Their approach to battle is one of brute force, as they rely on pure strength and good steel to crush enemies and sunder weapons. They are highly sought after for their ferocity and intimidating presence, and are often employed to hunt down monsters plaguing the land or to turn the tide of battle between warring nations. Skilled marauders have been known to take on entire packs of slavering beasts and emerge with little more than a few scrapes and bruises.

(Here is a picture of a Marauder from the game.)

The West school had, Conjurer, the base class of the White Mage. Conjury calls upon the elements of earth, wind, and water and concentrates them to a potency at which spells can be weaved. Through practiced meditation on the essences of creation, conjurers draw forth and absorb Aether from their immediate surroundings. A wand or cane made from unworked wood is then utilized to focus the Aether until it manifests as the desired spell. Versed also in magicks that restore and strengthen, conjurers are regarded as accomplished healers.

(Here is a picture of a Conjurer from the game.)

The Rogue, base class of the Ninja. These agile fighters pride themselves on their skills with knives and daggers to make quick work of enemies.

Lurking in the shadows, adhering to no laws but their own, they punish the wicked, pilfering their ill-gotten gains and delivering them to the downtrodden masses. Thought by many to be mere common criminals, some would say they play an unseen hand in maintaining order in the buccaneer's haven of Limsa Lominsa.

(Here is a picture of a Rogue from the game.)

Thaumaturge, the base class of the Black Mage. In the hands of a skilled practitioner, thaumaturgy can be a force of terrifying destruction. At the heart of this school of magic lies the ability to call forth and command the latent Aether within oneself through deep introspection. To then mold that Aether into sorcery, the thaumaturge makes use of a scepter or staff, within which is housed a medium—a natural stone imbued with magical properties. Thus armed, the thaumaturge is capable of wreaking considerable havoc via ruinous spells and curses.

(Here is a picture of a Thaumaturge from the game.)

When it came to central. That one had, Astrologian’s. Ever has man coveted knowledge, and none more so than that of his fate. Focused on healing spells. Thus, did he labor to master the skill of foresight—but initial efforts bore little fruit. That is, until he looked to the stars above, which foretell the coming seasons, and learned to read the heavens.

Though this gift is known today as astrology, the people of Sharalyan saw fit to not only read the stars, but to write their movements as well. By attuning their aetherial energies to that of constellations, they learned to wield magicks with heretofore unseen properties.

Thus was astromancy born—a new form of magick which grants its users power over fate. Employing a star globe and divining deck in their miraculous deeds, fortune always smiles upon these masters of arcana.

(Here is a picture of a Astrologian from the game.)

Brex made sure that the Astrologian was placed there. Due to its close proximity to Canterlot. He had originally planned that it would be a good idea in assisting Lulu with her public relations if there was a healing class that had to do with the constellations was nearby.

Red Mage. On the eastern edge of Abalathia's Spine lies the mountainous region of Gyr Abania. It is in these elevated lands that people took shelter, when a burning star guided them away from the Sixth Umbral Calamity's treacherous floodwaters. The survivors gathered from near and far, and amongst them were refugees of the sorcerous cities of Mhach and Amdapor.

These sworn enemies buried their history for the sake of the future, and cast aside their vestments of black and white. Upon the remnants of their arts a new discipline was built, and the first red mages stepped forward with rapiers in hand to fight back against the rising tides of destruction.

(Here is a picture of a Red Mage from the game.)

Lancer, the base class to the Dragoon. The lancer is a master of polearms—weapons which have evolved from humble hunting tools. In former times, the longspear saw the most widespread use, due in great part to the influence of the proud lancer legions of Ala Mhigo.

The lancer's weaponry has since expanded to include other lethal implements such as the halberd and trident. While it is no easy task to wield a polearm as if it were an extension of one's body, those who master the lancing arts come to be as a raging storm before their enemies, capable of delivering a barrage of devastating thrusts and slashes.

(Here is a picture of a Lancer from the game.)

Now ask for the East school. It had the remaining classes which consisted of.

Pugilist, the base class of the Monk. The path of the pugilist is one of incessant training aimed at mastering the traditional techniques of hand-to-hand combat. Though pugilists command formidable power when unarmed, they are wont to use metal, leather, and bone weaponry to maximize their destructive potential. Their preference for fighting at close quarters makes negotiating distances an absolute necessity. Many among them accomplish this by avoiding burdensome armor, allowing for maximum mobility while they move in for the kill.

(Here is a picture of a Pugilist from the game.)

Archer, base class of the Bard. With a bow in hand and a quiver on his back, the archer strikes at the enemy from afar. In Eorzea, two schools of archery have risen to prominence: that of the longbow sentries of the Elezen military, and that of the shortbow hunters among the Miqo'te.

Archers constantly assess the battlefield in order to determine the most advantageous ground from which to loose their arrows, as well as the nature of the shaft, point, and fletching best suited to their foe. It is said that master archers are capable of showering their targets with a veritable deluge of death well before a counterattack can ever be mounted.

(Here is a picture of a Archer from the game.)

Samurai, Far across the rolling waves, towards the rising sun, there lies the island nation of Hingashi. In the distant past, the realm's great lords vied for supremacy over its sea-girt confines in a long and bloody conflict. And taking to battle in their lieges' names were noble swordsmen whose art was forged in the crucible of war: the samurai.

Eventually, the nation was unified under one banner, and these warriors came to wield their katana not upon fields as part of an army, but upon streets as protectors of the peace.

But as a neglected blade grows dull with rust, so too do men forget their purpose. Amidst waning memories of the old ways, a determined few hold fast to their convictions, hands by katana grips, awaiting the moment for steel to sing.

(Here is a picture of a Samurai from the game.)

Dancer, From the Near Eastern nation of Thavnair comes a troupe of bewitchingly graceful performers. Though certainly elegant and beautiful, their movements also speak of martial discipline─of a pulsing, persistent energy whose rhythm can inspire souls and soothe troubled hearts. Inured to the hardships of the road, these dancers have learned to land throwing weapons with the same exacting precision as their footfalls, removing any who would obstruct the endless beat of the dance.

(Here is a picture of a Dancer from the game.)

To say that it was a massive undertaking, was putting it mildly. But thanks to the help coming from the Changelings and paying workers for the construction, things went fairly well. Even with there being some nuisances here and there in regards to the school board. Apparently, with it technically teaching others something, we had to listen to them.

Brex had to hold in a chuckle when he had to tell them face-to-face, that it was not a school for learning subjects such as math and science, but for self-defense. Fancy Pants had mentioned because of it being called a school or Academy, that the higher up’s wanted to try and get their claws, so to speak. Into them and this was just a pathetic attempt on their part that had no real legal leeway.

Thanks to everything that he had learned while away. The Roegadyn had a vast wealth of knowledge and had put it to rather good use. It took quite a bit of elbow grease, but he had gotten the technology level that he had access to, to a degree that it was capable of creating the very ship that he was on. Although he had only released to the public, things that were not of the military grade so to speak. Brex wanted nothing to do with starting some type of arms race by releasing weapons such as guns all over the place.

This also included two of the job classes that he had not put into the schools. Those being the Gunbreaker and the Mechanist. Those he had kept close to him and only trained those that he felt were trustworthy. Of course, this left out but one job class that was going to be something that would cause quite a bit of stirrer if word about it were to get out right now. This being the, Dark Knight. With how society views anything that resembles dark magic, this would no doubt cause a panic.

His thoughts were broken when he heard Rory speaking in his head. “Master, I don't see why you're not overjoyed with both the ship being finished and finally being able to take down so many black-market dealers, all at the same time.” To that, Brex responded with, “I'm just reminiscing on things. After all, that day is getting closer.”

Rory's voice then went from its usual casual tone, to that of seriousness as she replied to that with saying. “I see what you mean master. Once Nightmare Moon returns, keeping a low profile may not be so easy. Of course, you can always return here immediately after and continue to run things from behind the scenes, just like you have been.”

Brex shook his head lightly before saying, “No. If everything goes just like it tends to do so many of the displaced stories, along with the main plot of the television show. Then I need to be there to make a judgment call on whether or not I’ll go with either my plan A or plan B.” Rory then added at the end of that by saying, “Oh, and don't forget about your others plans that have to do with, C through J.”

To that, the Roegadyn simply chuckled before quickly shooting back. “Now, you know I don't have a backup plan all the way up to letter J… They, only go up to letter E.” Rory then said, “By the way, have you finally decided what you're going to do if everything doesn't go according to the story and you end up meeting Princess Celestia?”

Unlike all the other times that she was mentioned, Brex didn't even so much as flex a finger in response. Instead, he replied in a calm and orderly tone of voice, “If that does happen, then I'll deal with it then. I've had more than enough time to run and hide from that mare. Aside from that, it’s not as if I’ll go out and cause a scene that will have her running. If it takes her some time to realize I’m back, then so be it.”

After a small amount of time, the silence was broken when he continued with, “You know, I don't think I said it enough. So, I'll say it now. If it weren't for you, I don't think I could have gone through any of this. I love you, Rory.”

That was when he heard a set of steps being taken behind him so he turned around and lightly leaned his back against the railing. Standing there, only a few feet away, was the axe wielding mare, just without her weapon in her hand, it was a little ways back and laying on the floor near the steps leading down.

She came closer while swaying her hips and giving him a very alluring stare with her eyes being half lidded. As soon as she was close enough, she jumped into the air and was caught by Brex in a tight embrace and both of them began to make out furiously by pressing their lips upon each other once the mask vanished. Letting out a content set of moans as they deeply kissed one another and only paused for but a second to regain some air before returning to it again.

After nearly a minute of this, they pulled their faces from each other and looked into the other's eyes. During this, a light shimmer was now apparent on the girl's form. The mare that was within his grasp was slowly changing. The tan fur vanished to reveal a slightly tanned skin in its place. The pony ears and tail began to change to something that was more akin to that of a wolf. As for the hoofs, those turned into a set of feet that were wearing a pair of boots.

When the transformation was complete. It showed a girl that looks more along the lines of the cat race from the Final Fantasy game. With raven black hair and a set of scarlet eyes. The girl was holding in her left hand, a black bandana that was just dangling from her fingertips. She gave him a gentle smile before saying, “And I love you too, Master~.”

(Here is a picture of how Rory basically looks like and how tall she would be in comparison to standing next to a member of the Roegadyn race.)

He then chuckled before speaking in a voice that was just full of amusement. “You had a lot of fun today, didn't you?” To that, Rory responded while twirling the bandana between her fingers. “Oh, I might have had some fun there, Master. Although I didn't expect them to plan on making the first move though.”

*Point of view: Rory Mercury*
*Location: Second floor of the mansion*
*Time: Ten past eight at night*

Rory had just watched her master entering the room that had Big Mama inside while still in disguise. When the doors closed, she found herself alone with the servant mare that had escorted them. Almost immediately after, the servant asked if Rory would like something to drink, seeing as she was going to get some refreshments for the meeting inside.

She of course agreed and followed along until they got into the lower level and went into the kitchen. The room itself was quite large. By the looks of it, it would easily able to house an entire group of chefs to produce a large quantity of food.

As Rory was checking out all of the utensils being hung on racks right above the stoves and countertops. The servant had gone to the far side of the kitchen and had begun putting together a tea set on a silver serving tray. At the moment Rory had her back towards her and was staring intently at a large ladle made of polished silver only a foot away.

To an outsider's point of view, they would have thought she was simply admiring the craftsmanship, but in reality, she was really looking at the reflection being produced off of the polished surface. From what she could tell, a number of the items that were being brought out had come from a single cabinet. But the servant had turned their head to see if she was watching and quickly reached up into another one and pulled out a small bottle and began to quietly add a few drops of its contents into one of the serving cups.

They then replaced the bottle to where it once was and sloshed the liquid around within the cup and poured the excess liquid onto a small napkin before tossed it into the nearby garbage can. That was when Rory thought to herself while pretending not to notice. “Huh... They're putting something on the cup itself. So that they can drink from the same pot and not arouse suspicion. She even went so far as to invite me along and do this while my back was turned. I take it that they've been doing this sort of thing often and have a lot of practice.

That was when she heard her master laughing within her mind due to the constant connection that they both had set up. This was obviously because he had noticed the same thing that she had and found it quite amusing.

She then used the very same connection and looked at her Master's mini map to determine just where all the life signs where within its detection range. It would also seem that he had sensed what she was doing and brought up a display of the map that was shown of the mansion itself.

(Play this music for the next part.)

After getting the relevant information on how everything was laid out, along with the positions of all combat and non-combat personnel, Rory made her move. Without so much as giving any kind of indication that she had moved away from her spot across the kitchen, she had already gotten to the servant and then forced them to turn around thanks to the hand on their neck, that was griped tightly in her vicelike fingers.

They tried to break the hold and strike Rory’s arm repeatedly. But this stopped with a subtle application of excess pressure, which nearly broke the mare's neck. She had then applied a spell that was directed at the one that she was holding. It was apparent that they had noticed it when their eyes went wide and began to look around as they were searching for anything different.

Rory brought her closer until they were nearly touching their snouts together, then she ask in a tone that sounded both sweet and terrifying at the same time. “What were you putting in my Master's cup?” The mare then opened her mouth and blurted out a response in a very weak voice, “I... I was putting in a strong aphrodisiac that… Was also mixed with a mild muscle relaxant.” When she had finished saying this, she immediately went to shut her mouth with her teeth slamming into each other with how fast she did it and gave Rory an extremely startled look.

Rory then went on to ask, “Now if you would be so kind as to tell me where the girl you kidnapped a few days ago is being held? I would be most appreciative.” The mare was then lifted partly off the ground until her hooves had at least a solid inch of air in between. She was trying to prevent herself from saying anything, but succumbed to the spell that was used previously and started to sing as a canary would and spilled everything.

Rory was told about the day that the girl was brought in and everything about where she was kept. From the information, Vapor Trail was being held in the basement that was just beyond one of the doors in the main room.

When the mare was done telling her what she wanted to know. Rory gave another one of her sweet little smiles before saying, “Under different circumstances, I would let you go. Unfortunately, as it would happen, I already have a file that says otherwise. You have been one very, naughty mare. But since you were so forthcoming with your information. How about i do you a favor and make this quick?”

She then proceeded in quickly snapping the mare's neck without any trouble at all with just a single hand and drop the body before leaving the kitchen. Upon going through the door, Rory went for the front entrance and was quickly called out to from a group that was now entering the main room from behind her. They seemed to have come from all over the mansion and congregated there.

There were exactly, six Pegasus, eight Unicorns and nine Earth mares. They were all lined up in and a semicircle around her and the front door. One of the Unicorn mare’s called out in a bossy tone, “Just where da ya think you're headin off too? The Mistress hasn't given ya permission to leave just yet!”

Rory then began to giggle out loud while her back was still turned towards the group. Over the course of a few seconds, her laughter only got a little louder and louder and even her shoulders were now bobbing up-and-down due to the sheer volume. While slightly tilting her head to the right, she turned in that direction until she was fully facing them and quickly kicked her left foot behind and crashing it into the door. This broke the locks and made the heavy wooden door to swing wide open with a loud thud from her hoof.

When she had stood straight up again, Rory had one arm stretched out to her right side, while the other was being held close to her mouth to cover her smile. She then managed to calm down a little and spoke in a sing song voice. “Oh, dear me! I believe you misunderstand my intentions. I wasn't really leaving. Nope, I just wanted to make sure that there was a clean line of sight.”

When the group heard this, they were visibly confused as a number of them were scratching the back of their heads. Others were tilting theirs as if a dog would when hearing something that they didn't understand.

It was the mare that talked to Rory was the next one to react and say, “I don't know what you're on bou’t. But you're not goanna be goin anywhere, so sit still and let our Mistress have a little fun. If you're a good little filly, maybe, just maybe. Then I'm sure she will allow you to have go at your stallion once more before he’s takin away for good.”

Roy's expression became a little sterner, yet her smile still remained. This made the mare stop and look at her with caution. With her voice seemingly echoing, now that the room was quiet. She began to say, “Now this is... Going to be… Fun.” That was when one of the group members raised one of their hands and pointed towards the front door and spoke in a confused tone. “What's that over there?”

From behind Rory, far off in the distance to the point that it could no longer be visible in the darkness. Was a faint, green light. This was then accompanied by a second one, then a third right above the pair. Suddenly, all but one could be seen and that was getting even brighter. A loud ‘swish’ sound could be heard as the green light came closer at a dangerous speed.

Before it got close to the building, the light faded and revealed it to be a large, long object hurtling towards the front entrance. With the very same arm that she had been holding out to her side, she easily caught it without so much as a glance. Her feet began to dig into the floorboards for only a few inches before she stopped. Even with that happening, it seemed as if she was unaffected by catching the object with how her arm didn't even budge.

There was a strong gust of wind that nearly knocked over a couple of the guards that were within the building when the object came through the doorway and they were pretty much gawking at her. Along with slacked jaws after witnessing that amazing catch. One of them had even released an audible gulp and was now shaking in place.

The axe that she was now holding, was easily more than twice her size in height alone and a heart shaped decoration etched into the metal itself near the base of the axe. Rory slowly made her way until she was standing in the center of the main room and was now fully surrounded by the slightly terrified mix of ponies.

By now, they had at least pulled out their weapons that were mainly those of daggers and clubs, but there were a few short-swords in the mix here and there. They had started to move in after Rory had slowly rested her axe over her right shoulder and was waiting for them to try and make a move.

When they had gotten close enough to finally launch an attack, one of them screamed out, “Get her!” Rory quickly gave a smirk before loudly saying enough for them all to hear, “Attention!” in the same way that an officer would be giving out an order to a group of soldiers.

Once that single word had escaped her lips, the air began to feel murky for but a split second and all those in attendance, had lowered their weapons and adopted a standing pose with their arms down at their sides.

All the while, showing expressions of fear as they tried to fight the urge to do what was told to them. A few had even had a scrunched-up look on their face as if trying to move something really heavy and failing. They were all lined up in a good circle and were within six feet of Rory.

Taking her axe, she thrust it between two of the pony's heads. Unfortunately for one of them, the blade was turned towards them and it clearly sliced through their neck. But what happened next began to terrify the others even more as Rory slowly pulled back her weapon and showed to them that their comrades head was still laying on the blade as it was cleanly detached from the body. It was quite literally sitting there the same way something would if put onto a plate to be displayed for all to see.

It was clearly evident that they wanted to say something or call for help, but with being called into ‘Attention’ due to some strange spell that she had used. They were unable to do anything but bear witness to what was to happen.

Rory then proceeded to do the same to a few more before she quickly got bored and cleanly swiped her axe in a full circle and decapitating the rest. In a cruel way of adding insult to injury, she used her weapon as a golf club to knock all of the severed heads into a pile over on the one side of the room.

Afterwards, she headed down the one door leading to the basement. When Rory had gone down a flight of stone steps, she arrived and found a simple wooden door with a latch that was undone and no lock nearby. She checked what her Master was currently displaying on his end and saw that there were just two within the room. One showing a green dot, while the other was red.

When it was opened and she stepped through, she found a small mare who had just entered her teens to be sprawled out on the floor behind a locked cage door. The bars were incorporated into the wall. The red dot that was seen before, was standing between Rory and the cage while we brandishing her own axe which was just under half the size of Rory's.

The one guarding the prisoner, was a large, overly muscular mare from the Earth Ponies. What drew the girl's attention more, were the set of humongous orbs that were hiding behind an iron breast plate. The mare was beginning to say something, but Rory's attention was fully focused on the boobs in front of her so much, that she didn't catch a single word being uttered.

As the seconds went on, the girl was now twitching her right eye in clear annoyance and frustration at what she was looking at. To Rory, all she heard was mumbling sounds that one would have heard from the grown up's when watching a, Charlie Brown show. After giving out a few, almost inaudible grunts she finally snapped.

Rory lifted her axe high above her head without taking her eyes off the mare’s chest and screamed bloody murder as she said. “SHUT YOUR GIANT ASS TITS!!!!” This was accompanied with her swinging down and cleanly Passing through the mare’s body. Starting from the left neckline going down, until it literally went through her chest, stomach and halfway down her right leg and exiting near the outside of the knee.

When her axe had left her opponents body, it continued until it made contact with the stone floor. A sudden crash filled the air and some debris was shot against the walls. Eliciting some cracking sounds as some of the rocks that were kicked up had partially embedded themselves into walls, while others made a few heavy indentations.

The weapon itself was nearly a good quarter of the way into the stone flooring when this was done. With ease, Rory yanked it out and flung off the excess dirt. Once The weapon was given a good once over, she went over to the cage and used it to destroy the lock with just one strike.

Then she went in and grabbed the blanket that was off in a corner, on a small straw bed and used it to wrap up Vapor Trail. Seeing as she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon due to exhaustion or not being properly cared for with food and water, Rory brought her outside and right to the carriage that was waiting on the outskirts of the property. At the time, all of the guards that were meant to protect the mansion had already been delt with by the two Changelings in disguise.

When the mare was safely put inside. Rory rushed back to the manor and went down to the basement after having a wicked idea popping her head. She had taken the body of the head guard and used some of the armor wrappings to hold the pieces together and then and went on to cutting the head off.

Afterwards, she turned it on its back while on the floor and plunged the tip of her axe head into its back and lifted it into the air just enough to make it seem it was on its own two feet. The head that was decapitated, was then grabbed onto with her free hand and she went back up the steps to meet up with her Master and the main target of tonight's event.

( Stop the music here.)

*Point of view: Brex Mith*
*Time: Back at the present*

Brex have his mask come back and he couldn't help but to laugh while trying to cover the part where the mouth should be when he recalled just what Rory had shouted at that one mare who was in the middle of boasting about her fighting capabilities. Only to be cut off with the girl screaming such a thing out of nowhere, along with a sudden attack that came so quickly that it hadn’t even registered until it was too late.

It seemed that when Rory finally got a body, she had this slight complex when it came to others with abnormally large breasts. Normally, she would be just fine, but in that situation and with that mare being an enemy, the girl didn't really have much restraint and took out some of her anger on the spur of the moment.

Rory saw how he was laughing a bit and began to give him a small pout, before blushing a little bit. She then mumbled to him, “I would appreciate it if you forgot that little bit near the end.” To this, the Roegadyn shook his head and said while having a playful tone. “Not a chance. It's so rare that I get to see you lose it like that. Also, it was so hilarious with what you called her at the end!”

Wanting to move on apparently. Rory went back over and picked up her axe and came back to display it before him. With a wide smirk, she said, “At least this time I didn't break it.” She then tapped on it with her index finger a few times before continuing with, “I really do wish that I wasn't limited to my class level, otherwise I would be using some better equipment. Now I really understand a little more about you trying to hold back your strength out of fear of destroying something by mistake. I think I got the hang of it by now.”

When Rory had finished talking, her weapon began to emit a few metallic ‘clank’ sounds that than grew until it was much more noticeable to the pair. When they turned their attention fully to it, the weapon instantly broke apart into a few pieces. Both, Rory and Brex were now looking at the floor at the busted-up pieces for a few seconds before the girl was now giving a few weak chuckles, while rubbing the back of her head and looking rather embarrassed after being proven wrong only seconds after affirming her control.

They were about to go on, but heard a set of hoof steps coming up the stairway and Rory went back to placing the black bandana from before back around her neck and image of a mare took her place again just as whoever was coming had reached the top of the steps and was now looking at them.

Brex turned and saw that it was Lin. She had quickly apologized for interrupting them both and relayed that they were close to arriving at, H Q. Afterwards, they turned their attention to the window and watched as the craft was now going across a row of mountains that were acting as a natural barrier.

With little effort, the craft began to angle itself downwards until it went below the clouds and displayed a nearly endless sea of sand and scattered rocks. This was the Badlands, which was in a way, an enclosed desert surrounded by solid rocks that stretched on for miles upon miles, for as far as the eye could see. The large rock formations that could be spotted from the window, range from those of the size of a small house, to that of even a skyscraper.

After several more minutes, a small town came to view which was called, Canter Creek. Once they had passed that, it took another ten minutes more of flying until they had reached another large rock formation towards the Southwest part of the Badlands where a large number of mechanical structures was erected. These were protected by a very high wall with towers built into it and space at equal intervals. The whole plot of land that it had taken up, was a good three and a half miles in diameter.

From the outside, it was rather impressive with how elaborately constructed it was made compared to the other types of architects used in Equestria. But Brex knew that this was only the tip of the iceberg so to speak, as a large portion of it was being built under the ground even as he thought this. Brex had ended up modeling everything there to follow the type of theme from Final fantasy ten and the city of, Zanarkand.

(Here is a general picture of what it looks like overhead.)

He still couldn't believe it, even when he saw it right then and there that with the help of the Changelings and hired help from the other races during his time in Equestria, that such a place could have been built in the time frame allotted. When it was apparent that they were getting close to landing, the three went over and down the stairway to get back into the bridge.

When they had come through the bulkhead door, they found that all that were within, were currently busy and giving out commands to one another and in the middle of the final landing sequences.

“Four miles out, adjusting course to come in from the North. Beginning to reduce speed! How are we looking on the confirmation for dock access?”

“Working on it right now. Transmitting verification codes... Codes accepted. Permission has been granted to use dock Three.”

“Bringing weapons off standby and switching over to Deactivated status. I kind of wish something had happened during the flight...”

“We all know you like to blow things up, I'm pretty sure you're going to get that opportunity someday.”

“Engine status optimal. Preparing systems for landing procedures. Attention all hands! We will be docking in two minutes! I repeat! All hands prepare for docking, two minutes!”

From where he stood near the map display in the center of the bridge. Brex could view the mountain that was at the back of what was built and a number of large doors were incorporated into the cliff side. The ship had gradually decreased its speed and was now heading to one that was near the top and the doors had the number Three printed on them.

When they had gotten close enough, they began to open from the middle to expose a lit-up docking bay built inside of the mountain itself that had more than enough space for the ship to enter without any issues.

The engines went from their usual hum, to something that sounded a little more along the lines of giving off this strong gust of wind type of noise, just as the front of the ship began to enter the dock and aiming for some scaffolding that would end up on either side when put into place.

When it had gotten far enough in, it then began to turn to the starboard side and rotated until it was facing the exit once again. When the ship had come to a complete stop, some docking clamps were lowered from the ceiling to the left and right and clamp down onto designated sections of the hull, while another came up from below to rest on the underbelly.

After the docking clamps had been securely fastened, which only took a few seconds to do, there was a subtle release of a hissing sound coming from where they were and the ship began to finally quiet down. The engines went silent and the lights return to the same shade of color that they were before they had taken off from that airship port in Baltimare.

Once the docking procedures were completed and the ship's systems were powered down for further maintenance and adjustments to be taken. Brex, along with Rory and his attendants, Rin and Lin, both made their way out of the airship and down the ramp. At the same time, the carriage along with the large bird were off loaded on the other side.

As soon as the large creature was undone from its straps, it quickly darted off and around the ship and chased down and immediately jumped into the air and literally landed on the Roegadyn.

(here’s a picture of the Chocobo.)

This resulted in both him and the creature, falling onto the ground with a heavy thud. But on his side, there was no signs that he was defending himself in any way and the creature was making a series of excited "KHAWEE, KAWEEE!" Noises as it lowered its head and began to furiously rub it on the side of his.

As it turns out, the creature was called a, Chocobo. It was a creature from the final fantasy game. In fact, this one was his personal mount from the game that he had summoned after a while of waiting. Brex had named his mount, Crystal. In Final Fantasy, Brex would have to use a special treat to call on one of these creatures and needed to feed them every thirty minutes or they would disappear. However, when it came to Crystal. The bird never left once it was summoned by him.

This ended up confusing Brex with how it wasn’t going away like it would when summoning the mechanical versions of mounts. Whenever he called one of them it would just show up out of nowhere after some type of light show and would go away in the same way when he was finished.

When this had happened, the Roegadyn was fearful for Crystal being taken by some deranged rare animal collector, but those were unfounded when he discovered reports about more Chocobo’s being spotted in the wild in recent days. He could still remember when he first called on Crystal and the reactions from the two Changelings upon seeing it. To say that they instantly fell in love with it was an understatement with how they were cooing over how fluffy the feathers felt, along with the, oh, so adorable sounds made.

Once the tackling hug fest was done, Crystal finally climbs off of Brex and stood there patiently waiting for him to get backup. When the Roegadyn had finally gotten back to his feet, there were still a few the birds yellow feathers that had slipped off of Crystal and had gotten stuck on the edges of his mask. Thereby turning it into an improvised version of a tribal elder’s headgear.

Rory was now visibly giggling at the sight and said, “Master, I can safely say that she's trying to get her times worth with you until you go on you're a little trip. We managed to get our hands on a couple of the wild Chocobo’s that have been appearing, but none of them seem to be as intelligent as her. Nor are they nearly as powerful.

At that time, Brex had finally shook off the last of the feathers loose and looked to Crystal while giving her a playful death glare from behind the mask. Which only elicited another one of its ‘Kahwee!’ Sounds before it began to nuzzle its beak against his head yet again.

He then replied to her by saying, “Just be glad I called Crystal and not the Behemoth mount. I can only imagine what kind of a riot that would have caused to have that hulk pulling the carriage.”

After the pleasantries were finished and Crystal was escorted away by one of the Changelings who had been watching over her during the flight. They went over to what appeared to be an oversized elevator that could have easily Have fitted a full-sized truck inside and Brex pulled out from his item box, a golden key that was in the shape of a card, with a few etchings made out at one end.

It was then slipped into a thin slot that was located at the bottom of the control panel for the elevator and turned. Once he had done that, Brex removed the key and placed it back from where he got it, the elevator began to move down after the door was fully closed.

At the beginning, they didn't see much of anything with how the walls were made up of something that resembled glass. What was beyond that, was simply the metal foundations and supports. But after a good several, long seconds or so, that disappeared and showed that they were going down these reinforced poles that were attached to the four corners of the lift.

They had just gone low enough that they had entered a hollowed-out cavern that was filled with many lights far down below. There were even a few along the walls in the far distance and ceiling. This was where the real magic happened when it came to the, Tech Hex Institute of Science. Also widely known more as, T H I S. The world's source of the most advanced technology.

Thanks to his trip over to RuneTerra. Brex got to learn quite a bit when it came to Hex-Tech and Chem-Tech. Along with a few discoveries of his own when he started applying the combination of spells from Dungeons & Dragons, known as the, Detect Magic and Identify. To which he used on the minions that he was able to summon.

Back in the game, a player could collect these things called minions. Which were in a way, consider to be these small Chibi's. They would range from iconic figures of other characters or monsters. As well as machines and other objects. They would typically follow the user around and just be there for esthetics.

But when Brex had used that set of spells that was mentioned earlier, there was a sudden realization that he was able to fully understand the composition of the magic and how to use the enchantments to make it move and act in the same way, if not more.

But it wasn't purely the knowledge on how the magic and innerworkings worked, but the theory behind it which opened a whole new door of science for him to get into. Thus, led to the creation of what is now known to be the most powerful industry known to any on the continent.

Of course, he couldn't do all of this on his own and having just fifty Changelings wasn't going to make too much of an impact. But overtime, other Changelings had come out of hiding once they had come across those from the one, he made friends with. These were carefully screened by the Hive queen, Bellona. Thanks to this, their numbers just kept on growing and now there was close to over a hundred.

There are even a number of citizens from the other races that have joined them after leaving their own homes and countries in search of a better life, due to both the monster attacks and the tyranny conducted by some of the higher up's where they used to live.

It took some adjustments, but Brex had managed to get only those that he felt could be trusted to work here and not have to worry about secrets being stolen thanks to the sensing abilities that the Changelings had.

Now underneath the ground in secrecy, both Changelings and those of the other races live in harmony. They maybe under the ground and everything, but to him, it seemed far better off than what it looks to be on the surface, under the princess's rule.

With them digging, the Changelings found a good suitable underground source of water. Now when it came to food, that was something that Brex stumbled upon by accident once. For whatever reason it could be, whenever he went to go and plant something, it would mysteriously sprout and bear fruit within days. Afterwards, it would continue to produce fruit at an accelerated rate, as long as it was given the proper amount of water, along with the light from the artificial sunlamps.

The lift had passed through a few columns that were jetting out from the wall nearby. For brief moment, one could see groups working on different types of developments.

These would range from them working with mechanical instruments and putting together both small and enormous types of machinery. While in another part, it was visible that they had what could have been seen as a large chemistry set, filled with bright colorful solutions that filled not only small containers and vials, but a few large glass tanks as well.

After passing those, the elevator continued down until it hit the ground floor. Once it did, the doors did not open, but instead, the lights within the elevator changed to a slightly dimmer shade before there was a slight rumble beneath their feet. From there, the elevator began to move once more and Brex could see the ground moving upwards as they went even deeper.

It didn’t take long at all until everything had finally stopped again and the doors opened. Just beyond, was a reception office table, along with a single Changeling that was not in disguise sitting on the other side. At the moment they came in, she was going through some documents and typing onto something that closely resembled an old-style monitor with a keyboard.

When she noticed them coming in, the papers were then quickly organized and placed into a stack as to give her full attention. When Brex approached the desk. He asked, “Has there been any new developments that I should be aware of since my absence?”

The Changeling coughed into her fist once, before putting her hands together in front of her and onto the desk before she answered in a very polite tone. “My Lord, there are a few papers in your office right now in regards to a few requests from the development division that need to have some signatures. Then there’s the matter of finalizing the team management positions.”

She then coughed another time as to show some type of annoyance before saying the next part. “Then there’s the continuous complaints being issued by the Academy of ‘Magic and Science’ from over in Canterlot. No matter how many times the letter has been sent back, they just will not accept that we are a privately owned organization and have no obligation by law to give them full access to our research. Yet, they continuously harass us by sending these letters nearly… Every… Week.”

Brex hummed to the information and couldn’t help but roll his eyes from behind his mask after hearing about those stupid letters again. He was seriously beginning to contemplate about going over there and giving them an earful. But thought otherwise. Ever since they had put out their first big hit of an invention, which was the tape recorder for one. Those bigots from the Academy have been almost relentless in a way, in wanting to claim that they are the higher authority and should have all rights to anything new.

Now when it came to the other items mentioned previously. It was in a way, just some things that needed to be squared away for his unspecified time of absence. These consisted of making sure that things were running smoothly by appointing heads to the different areas within the institute.

Brex then asked, “And what about that other matter that I asked about last week? Has all the preparations been completed?” To this, the mare reached over into the stack of papers and pulled out one. From there, she began to skim it for a second or two before replying with. “Ah yes! As for the reservations, those have been confirmed. But my Lord, are you sure this is what you want to do? I mean we could book you a better place than this.”

To that, Brex shook his head and said, “No, this is what I want. At least for the time being. Now, just to be sure, this is for the event happening in two days, correct?” The Changeling then handed the piece of paper that she was just checking over to him and said, “That is correct my Lord. The reservations are set and the date for check in is, just two days prior to the, Summer Sun Celebration that is to take place in the small town called, Ponyville.”

As Brex was looking at the paperwork, he started to think to Rory through the mental connection that they had and said, “Looks like I get to finally be part of the show. We’re down to the homestretch and just need to make sure that Nightmare Moon is stopped. After that we’ll just have to play it by ear and flow with the punches. Now the real question is, do I stay completely out of sight or should I have a little fun and mess with the characters a bit?”

Without so much as even showing any indications that their conversation was happening Rory was still looking at the document in his hand while standing nearby and replied with her usual mischievous tone. “Master, I think you’re owed a little fun. However, are you positive you don’t want me by your side the whole time? What if something was to happen and you need my help? I would much rather not have to wait here to just fiddle with my thumbs, while you’re out and about with those rude mare’s surrounding you in that town.”

To that the Roegadyn responded with a playful tone of his own as he said, “I’ve fought off hydras, large groups of monsters, and even a delusional doctor. With what I know from the show and other displaced stories, I’m pretty sure I know what to expect… And before you say it, yes, I know not to rely on expectations when it comes to that pink menace.”

His eyes then trailed to the bottom of the paper to show a picture that was used for the promotion of the festival happening in Ponyville. He then said, “Allons-y!”

(Here is the picture that Brex is looking at.)