A Roegadyn in Equestria

A Roegadyn in Equestria.

Chapter 79: Journey Into Equestria’s Scar. Part 1.

*Point of view: Engineer*
*Location: Canterlot. Entertainment District*
*Time: Five in the morning*

Engineer, who was in a clouded haze, could hear the sound of his own groaning voice as a splitting headache came over him within an instant after slowly regaining consciousness. It came off as something that could easily be confused for the bone-chilling moans of the undead that just came out of the Grave to look for flesh to devour. When he was finally able to pry his own eyelids open. Engineer eventually made out the blurry outline of the roof scaffolding which held a number of spotlights high above his head. Luckily enough, said spotlights were switched off as to not intensify the throbbing of his skull that wanted to split open with the rhythmic beating of his heart.

With his zombie moaning turning into a gargled mess laced with confusion. Engineer groggily began to talk as his eyes turned from left to right as his head was turning in the opposite direction to show that he was still having some issues with his motor skills. “I… Huug! Finally, did it... Nugh! I got drunk! Ergh!” His voice then turned somewhat amused as he started to cackle while continuing. “Hahaha~. It's been so long since I could do that! Those outposts always ran out of their supplies before I got this far. Hancock always got mad at me for that. Ohh boy. I forgot how bad hangovers can get.” His excited tone came to an abrupt stop as he released yet another hiss of pain and reached up to his head.

As for the reason of his excitement. It appeared as though Engineer developed a heightened immune system after taking each of the perks in endurance off of the SPECIAL tabs thanks to the Fallout game system. This of course, meant that under normal circumstances, he would simply not get sick or irradiated after drinking water that was heavily polluted for one thing. The endurance tree even increased is overall durability and regenerative prowess. Although, there was one additional aspect. Which was highly frowned upon to most humans and that was the cannibalism skill, which allowed him to eat his victims to restore hit points which he himself did not partake in.

However, in the prior night. Engineer was hired as a temporary bodyguard by a DJ that he had saved only a few days earlier while heading into a nightclub. It was on a night that Daring Do had to run out in order to take care of some personal affairs and Spitfire took the opportunity as it was also a day off the following morning to take him on a night out on the town. What was meant to be a night of dancing, turned into a full night of bar hopping as Engineer showed off his ability to hold his liquor. Although, Spitfire took that as a personal challenge and said that they had to try out as many bars as they could. But only after having as many as six drinks at each before moving on.

It was not until they got to the seventh stop, that Spitfire was reaching her limit and could barely see straight, much less be reliable enough to give any more directions to another place to try. Whereas Engineer could hardly say that he was close to feeling a buzz as he tried to hide his amusement at his partner’s drunken state. He even laughed at one point when her words were slurred and she was poking at him with her finger and leaning in to prop her shoulder so that she would be close enough thanks to her impaired hand-eye-coordination.

It was even more amusing as she was missing half the time and trying to give him an order as if she were his subordinate to get bucking drunk already. Which he only found to be both hilarious and adorable with how she was not being very commanding at all. At which point she had leaned even further into him as to prevent herself from slipping out of her seat and flopping under the table.

There were even also a number of occasions that she attempted to flirt with him, but to only get interrupted with either more drinks being served or they're being other mare's that would suddenly show up out of nowhere to try and get his attention. As a result, Spitfire spent quite a bit of her time to act as a deterrent. Fortunately, whenever it came to another female butting in, the Pegasus would immediately sober up just long enough to put the other one in their place. It also helps that she would always wear this brown jacket with some patches sewn on that belonged to only those who worked with the Wonderbolts. To top it all off, Spitfire’s face was widely known to the public as well, so it did not take too much convincing on her part.

Now, as it was coming closer to the later hours of the evening. The pair found themselves in an underground club with some spectacular lighting that would shine down from the ceiling as the DJ’s would be up on stage and going back from one to the next with their own songs being played. On the left side of the stage, there was a mare that was mostly neon pink and a spiky mane done up to have a porcupine and mohawk combination. It started off as bright blue and ended with the very tips being a bright green. She had on something that was similar to a heavy metal and punk rock mix. If anything, it's strongly resembled a style of clothing that was close to how Engineer would look when in his transformed state.

The only real difference was that she was wearing a mini skirt and her top was unbuttoned to show off a skull and crossbones for her t-shirt underneath. Even the sleeves were crudely torn away and exposing that she was wearing some black leather cuffs right above the elbows. If one was to look past the outfit and very outrageous hairstyle, then she may have looked decent in anyone's eyes. But this only got broken when one noticed the abnormal amount of black and white makeup that gave her the impression that she was trying to look like some kind of gang member with a skull partially drawn over her entire head.

She was playing some type of heavy metal and techno mixed music on stage, while bobbing her head so quickly that either one of two things was soon to happen. First was that she was going to give herself a whiplash and would end up needing some medical assistance. As the other would have her slamming her head so hard into the table that the records were playing on, that she would also need to be rushed off to the hospital. Seeing as there were no signs of a horn, the DJ was undeniably an Earth Pony. On the upper part of her right arm could be seen her cutie mark. Which was primarily made of black lightning bolts that were shooting from some manner of explosion before eventually turning into a set of musical notes.

The entire atmosphere was for a lack of better words, full-on-rage dancing as the crowds were in a mosh pit and aggressively colliding with one another after hearing the Earth Pony’s ear-splitting music. It did not take long to notice that the crowd was not really dancing, but attempting to show off their strength with the signs of there being more than a few of the party-goers getting shoved around a little too hard. When the music ended and the next DJ came up to bat. The music turned into that of dubstep and the atmosphere changed after doing a one-eighty after just a couple of seconds into the song.

This one turned out to be a unicorn Mare that was a yellowish white. Her mane was a two-tone strike of cobalt blue and brilliant cyan. Whereas her competitor was wearing makeup, she did not. Her hair was almost seeming to be in a disheveled mess on a quick glance, but was obviously done in a style that gave it an electrified look. A big set of dark purple shaded sunglasses covered her eyes as she also wore a set of noise muffling earphones that had on a black set of musical notes on the plastic. The same symbol could easily be seen embroidered onto her half Jacket and very tight-fitting tank top underneath.

She had a set of bright purple fishnet arm stockings that ran up just passed her elbows. She even wore a short skirt to match her jacket that was very close to her own natural Body color. Along with a set of boots that ran halfway up to her knees, there was yet another set of stockings that match what she had on her arms. Her head was slightly bobbing in rhythm to the music as she was holding onto a concentrated expression. Over the course of the next hour. Spitfire was having trouble with keeping herself sitting up straight as the crowd kept fluctuating from one intense atmosphere to the next while keeping in time with whoever was playing the music at the moment.

By the end, someone who worked at the club jumped up on stage and started to make an announcement on who won the contest for that night's best DJ. The Earth Pony and Unicorn came up and stood on either side of the announcer. When the crowd was asked to give their votes by cheering. It turned out that it was the Unicorn who won and was about to receive a handshake from the announcer when the competitor went into a rage fit after hearing the decision. Engineer had no idea as to how it all happened, but within seconds, the entire club turned into a brawling session and the winner on stage was being assaulted after getting pushed to the ground by the one that lost.

After witnessing this. He then turned to Spitfire and calmly told her that he was going to be right back and that she should just wait right where she was. However, in her drunken state. The mare was just about to leap over the table with whatever coordination she had left after drinking so much. But as luck would have it, she was barely able to get halfway over the table before just giving up and taking on a napping position with her arms being crossed under her head. She then lazily said that he should just have some fun. But to make sure that the place didn't get burned down.

This led to him just strolling down the middle of the dance floor and towards the stage in a somewhat hurried rate. A number of the patrons ended up taking a swing at him, but to only get thrown aside or smacked around for their trouble whenever they got near the stallion. A few even got thrown for their troubles and ended up landing into a group which fell to the ground and ended up in a tangled heap. As all of this was going on, one of the record tables got crashed into by some random Pony and this caused the music to start blasting through the club at a deafening level.

It was only due to that level of noise that led to him being unable to hear a single word that was being said when he finally got up on stage as the Earth Pony was trying to choke the Unicorn as the one underneath was attempting to yell out some words. Engineer then pulled the mare right off by grabbing on to the back of her jacket and sent her flying halfway across the stage. She only came to a stop after sliding the rest of the way and colliding with some of the black boxes that were typically used to carry equipment. When he turned his attention back to the one on the floor. It was quickly found out that she had passed out at one point or another and he picked her up and threw her upper half over his left shoulder.

This was Then followed with him going over to the table that was playing the music and shut it down by kicking one of the cords so that it would come unplugged. Even then, the fighting still continued in the crowd and having been long fed up with it all. Engineer picked up the microphone that was dropped by the one who was just making the announcements and brought it to his mouth. He then screamed the following into it as loudly as he could.

And as a result, every single patron in the bar aside from Spitfire who was out cold, had their ears pinned tightly to their heads while also covering them with their hands. "OI! YOU FUCKING CHUCKLE NUTTING CUNTS, YOU BETTER STOP OR I'MA SHOVE MY FIST SOOO FAR UP YOU ARSE'S, THAT YOU'LL BE TASTING YOUR OWN SHIT FOR TWO-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE-YEARS, YA FUCKING CUNTS!!!” This was then followed with him holding out the microphone and dropping it without any hesitation. This emit a loud sound that was close enough to cause the speakers to blow fuse.

All of their eyes were drawn over to him and unable to look away as Engineer walked to the edge of the stage and hopped down while the DJ was still over his shoulder. He even went so far as to go right back to his table and with just one arm, Spitfire herself was thrown over his free shoulder. When he got to the entrance to leave. Engineer looked over so that he could give the crowd one final glance as he said the next bit in a cold tone. “If this happens again the next time I come in... I'm going to crack a number of your skulls open. You’re all lucky that I’m busy with needing to take these ladies back home.”

He even turned his attention to one of the staff members that was manning the door as he walked through and continued. “Beef up your security, it's pathetic!” This got a quick nod of the head from the mare as she hurriedly reached out to push the door open so that he would not have to do it himself. All the while, giving a nervous smile and sweating bullets at the same time. Clearly this one had seen just what he was able to do while sending over two dozen of the patrons flying with only some minimal effort during the entire scuffle.

Sometime after that, the three found themselves back at Spitfires apartment. Engineer had a bit of trouble with getting the door open as he did not have a key. Although he did hear some sounds from inside, so he used his foot to knock on the door a couple of times. A few moments later, it opened up and revealed it to be Daring Do as she was wearing her casual attire. This turned out to be a white tank top and light brown colored cargo pants. Her mane was pulled back and into a ponytail as she wearily eyed the two sets of ass cheeks on either side of his head thanks to the way he was still holding her friend and some random mare.

She then gave him a flat look and said in an irritated tone, “Was wondering just where you two ran off to.” Daring Do pinched the bridge of her muzzle as she stepped aside to let him in and continued as he carefully passed by and avoided hitting either of the two passengers against the door frame. “Let me guess… She tried to get you drunk again, didn't she?” Engineer quickly responded in a chipper tone right as he was in the middle of plopping both of the mare's down and on to the couch. “Hah! Tried to, being the operative word. He then pointed towards Spitfire with his left thumb as he continued. “Do you think she's going to be cranky that her plan backfired and got carried back home by me?”

Daring Do rolled her eyes as she answered that and went off to the kitchen. “Yeah, I bet she will. If anything, she'll also be mad that she was out cold while she had a chance for her ass to be rubbing against your face. By Celestia's name, she has no self-restraint. But seriously, I should be getting used to this by now. Whenever it regards you, it always turns into a mirror version of what it should be.” She only went on after getting a confused look from him and spoke with an exasperated tone. “It's this, this right here! It's almost like I'm looking at a real time enactment of the stone age. Instead of us mare's being the ones that drags home a stallion, it's the other way around.

Soon, Daring Do came back with a couple of cups of coffee and sat them onto the table just a short ways from the couch. She then said the following while pointing over to the unconscious Unicorn. “Ok, I can understand the other one, so what's with her?” This of course starts a back-and-forth conversation between the two, as Engineer went behind the couch and playfully poked at Spitfire on the cheek, which either got no response or a few annoyed grunts from the Pegasus as she pathetically tried to slap his hand away with little results to show for it.

“Eh. You know. Spitfire went with the whole trying to get me drunk again. May have gone a little too far and I'm afraid of how her bank account is going to look after tonight. As for that one. The simple story is, after getting dragged around to a bunch of bars, there was a riot. One thing led to another and I had no idea where she lived, so I just brought her with me.”

“Geeze! For crying out loud Engineer! You better hope she doesn't press charges, because that's the same as foal-napping. And what exactly goes through that head of yours?”

“Hay, hold on! Are you still mad about the other night? I keep telling you I was not the one who started it. Besides we have Spitfire! I’m sure that you can clear up this whole mess.”

“You’re the one that was saying that you're really bored and wanted to tag along! It was a simple meet up and exchange of information on a new dig site. Seriously! Just go in, talk and leave.”

“And I'm telling you that it's not my fault for the umpteenth time. They're the ones that decided to try and double cross you. They even started to pull out their weapons. How was I supposed to know they were going to be that weak? If I had, then I would have left them for you.”

“This is only gonna give me another headache! Again, that's not what I'm referring to! You took out an entire gang that's employed by the black market in just one night! Yeah, it's not as if I trusted them to begin with, although leaving a couple of them alive would have sent the message.”

“Well? You still got the info and they're all dead. I don't really see what the problem is as we came out on top.”

“Don’t you even care at all that you now have a bounty put on your head in the underground world? Seriously! I swear, cut-throats are like catnip to you!”

“Oh I really do care, I honestly do!”

“Then why are you running around the city in the middle of the night and getting intoxicated?!”

“Okay, for one thing, I don't get drunk, remember? And also, what if I do run around and somebody tries to take a shot at me? Hahaha! It makes it more interesting on my nightly walks.”

“How the buck does that even make you happy?”

“Oh my Daring Do. You silly-silly mare. If I have a target on my head, then it just shows how great I am and I’ve got some-somebody’s undivided attention! Hehe-hehe. Anyhow, it’s not the first time I’ve had gunners looking for me.”

“You're just a lunatic, aren't you? Why can't you be a little more level-headed like another male I know?”

“Hahaha! come on, you know you like it. It's my trademark signature charm.”

Daring Do came up to him and gave him a quick slap across the cheek which in turn cause Engineer to fall forward and onto the couch so that his legs were dangling over his body and towards the front. She then quickly turned away so that she could walk into the hall and head for her bedroom But before she left the living room, she said the following as she had this annoyed look on her face and a small blush she was attempting to hide. “No, it just makes you a jerk! First Spitfire and now a completely random mare gets brought home. Just what am I going to do with you?”

Engineer just allowed himself to lay in an uncomfortable position so that both of the unconscious girls were on either side of him and said the next part as his face was partially smushed into the couch cushion. “Hmm…If I'm not mishtaken we are not shupposed to be staying here for too much longer. Sho I don't think we can shay it's our home. He then brought his voice down to whisper as he rubbed his cheek that was struck only a moment ago and this allowed his voice to come clearer. “Huh... That didn't even hurt at all. Kind of expected it to sting a little.”

Once the adventurous Pegasus had left the room. Engineer took a moment and got comfortable on one of the reclining chairs near the couch to sleep the night away. It was not until the next morning that there was a loud uproar of both questions and accusations as to how the Unicorn ended up in a new place. Most of which was surprisingly from Spitfire, while the Unicorn just rolled with the punches and took over the kitchen so that she could get a cup of coffee. Almost as though the Unicorn was completely used to this sort of occurrence. She practically ignored the screaming of the captain of the Wonderbolts until nearly half the coffee was drunk and she was finally wide awake to give any kind of care.

Once the entire matter was settled after retelling the events that happened in order. She introduced herself as Vinyl Scratch or otherwise known to her fans as, DJ Pon 3. As it turns out, that was not the first for that sort of incident to occur in the past month alone. The only difference was how much closer she got to actually being injured and very grateful that just getting knocked out was the extent of the problems. On the other occasions, it was usually the partygoers that got a little too physical and some of the clubs would end up getting shut down before it escalated any further.

Through an odd Exchange between Vinyl and Spitfire, which had completely polar opposite attitudes towards how they both lived. Engineer somehow ended up with a temporary gig as a bodyguard for the Unicorn for the next couple of days. This would at least be until she was assigned her own once the record company who was holding the string of events picked her as the overall winner. From what he understood, that evening was one of a string of live performances being organized for finding new talent in the music industry.

According to Vinyl, there was a new trend of heavy metal music as it was called. Of course, she had her own that she called dubstep and this caused a rift between the two genres to clash more and more often. As for this competition. The goal was to win the best out of nine gigs as the winner through voting processes. These would be given thanks to the audience. So far, six out of the nine were already completed and just three more performances were left. Engineer had already planned on taking some more quests from The Guild the next time he went in, but saw this as a fun way to pass the time until Daring Do came up with her next adventure, which they would both go together to tackle.

Although, there was another matter which caught both him and the other two females in the apartment by surprise. This was because of how Vinyl was saying she did not have a place to stay and immediately crashed there. Daring Do only watched as her friend Spitfire went onto a long rant about not making that kind of a decision on her own when it was her apartment to begin with. But the entire argument came to an abrupt stop when Vinyl brought up how she was apparently taken to an unknown location by the one and only captain of the Wonderbolts and her stallion while she was unconscious and threatened to tell the public in a roundabout way.

This got a set of harsh glares from both of the Pegasus’s as he gave a quick smile and said, “Oops.” This then leads back to the present, as Engineer was still trying to get Vinyl to wake up. He then pushed the mare off of himself and got on to his legs after hopping off of the large table. He then said to himself as one hand was used to steady his body. “Oh Wowie, Vinyl is right. Adding some magic to the drinks really gives it that extra kick. I wish I'd known that sooner. So many bottles got wasted at the apartment.” He then took a quick look at himself and then over to the Unicorn before he said the following in a relieved tone. “OK, pants check! Shirt check! Phew! Good! We didn’t do anything stupid. Er… too stupid anyway.”

What he was referring to was during the end of the performance that night. Vinyl Scratch won yet another of the battle of the DJ’s and the pair decided to celebrate after the regulars left. It was not until she heard that he had trouble with getting drunk off of the alcohol and suggested the idea of infusing the liquid with some of her magic. This turned out to be a little trick she used when she did not have access to some more potent drinks. Now, he was just about to try another round of attempts to wake up the soon to be hungover Unicorn when something caught his attention.

Which turned out to be a notification sound from his Pip-Boy. That was when he discovered that there were some texts that indicated that he needed to open up his special perk list. When it was all displayed. Engineer scrolled to the very bottom and found that there was now a new rank added to the very bottom of the endurance row of perks to choose from. It was called “Magic sponge.” This depicted the Vault dweller to be holding a pair of items so that one hand held a wand, while the other was grasping onto a glowing stone.

The character then showed how energy from the two items were flowing into his body and he was beginning to swell up like a literal sponge before turning back to his normal state. At the end of which, the character would exhale to release a vapor that would instantly disperse. While at the same time, showing a relieved expression and wiping his brow. He then looked at the explanation as the first star out of five was highlighted and ready for a perk point to be added, for which he had one at the moment.

Number 11. Magic Sponge.

Rank one: Grants plus 10% resistance to direct magic on the body.

Rank Two: Grants plus 20% resistance to direct magic on the body.

Rank Three: Grants plus 30% resistance to direct magic on the body.

Rank Four: Grants Plus 40% resistance to direct magic on the body.

Rank Five: Grant's 50% resistance to direct magic on the body.

Additional effect upon gaining rank five: Once per twenty-four hours, the user can completely reflect any spell being sent their way and back to its point of origin.

Warning: Additional effect will not apply in transformed state.

Engineer looked at his Pip-Boy and then back at the table where there was an empty bottle of beer. He then picked it up and glanced back and forth between both arms as he had this incredibly complex decision to make. He then raised the arm a couple of inches that had to do with what he was mentioning next, along with a small whimper in his voice. “I could start building up my magic resistance now... or I could still get drunk... Uh, resistance or the ability to get drunk? Resistance or the ability to get drunk... Magic or drunk? Magic or drunk? Magic or drunk...” He then looked straight ahead at nothing as he was about to cry, while saying the next bit in a whisper. “Why… must I choose?!” He then started to shake his head as he looked to the bottle in his hand.

And with that, Engineer decided to hold on to his one point to use at a later time as he was not in desperate need to level that one up at the moment. Afterwards, he finally got Vinyl to get up and began to discuss as to what they needed to get together for later that evening as the next competition was scheduled to start around five-thirty at night. For one, they had to get some actual rest and clean up. And then they had to check in with Spitfire and Daring Do as the pair would get increasingly worried. Especially since he did not come home that night and ended up sleeping at the bar. As an added bonus, the two of them also were expected later on that day to pick up a crate of pyrotechnics as the next show was meant to be done in the park.

*Point of view: Brex Mith*
*Location: The Everfree Forest. Halfway between the entrance and the Rendezvous point for the Yuna.
*Time: Ten in the morning

Brex could be seen coming out and into the open as the path led right into a straight way through the woods. At the moment, the Roegadyn was riding Crystal with a smile being hidden behind his mask. There was a sudden sound of the bushes off to his side being rustled and a familiar person came into view. While she too was riding her own large yellow avian mount. This turned out to be Twilight, as she was bobbing back and forth and frantically holding onto the reins. This made it painfully apparent that the mare had never ridden another creature in her life.

At the same time, she was screaming for her mount to stop or she would undoubtedly fall off. She even had a number of leaves that were stuck all over her body from repeatedly running right through what could have been multiple bushes. This also included a branch or two to stick out that had apparently gotten stuck in her mane. This only caused rex to be thankful that she was high enough to not be involved with running face-first into a patch of poison ivy. At the very least, he already knew that the Chocobo’s feathers and their thick skinned for their legs offer them the appropriate protection from such annoyances, so it was not a problem for them.

What came next, was the number of others as they too came out of either side of the bushes to create a crisscrossing pattern as each and every one of them was also riding a Chocobo of their very own. Rainbow was hollering at the top of her lungs in sheer exhilaration, as only one hand was used to grab on to the reins as the other was held straight up in and into the air. As for Applejack. The mare was acting as if she was some prized rider back on Earth, as she handled her Chocobo well enough that it was practically in the palm of her hands.

Pinkie on the other hand, was balancing herself upside down with just her right hand, while her Chocobo was leaning from side to side in an odd form of prancing. This gave them the impression that they were doing some kind of balancing act. All the while, giggling up a storm as the Earth pony was switching up her position every now and then. When it came to Rarity. The fashionista was neatly sitting sideways as her Chocobo had its beak slightly pointed up and in a careful, yet elegant prancing speed. Even as this was going on.

Rarity would be using some brushes to carefully arrange some of the feathers on top of the head and along the back of the neck. This was all thanks to her magic, which made it almost effortless as she was holding on to the top of her hat to keep from falling off. She was also using her magic to levitate a clipboard and a single quill that was busy with making one stroke after another on the paper. Brex quickly assumed that this was to make a fashionable saddle for her new partner to wear at a future date.

Taking up the rear was none other than Fluttershy, as not only was it herself, but the Chocobo she was riding who were sticking their heads out of a bush, while taking quick glances around before coming out and into the open. From his perspective. Brex wondered if there was going to be a moment where he would turn around and find that Fluttershy's Chocobo would be sticking its head in the ground like one of those cartoonish depictions of a scared ostrich with the way it was fidgeting very much in the same way as it's rider. There were even a couple of times where the Chocobo would take a single step and cause a twig to snap. To which, they would instantly jump at the sound and the pair would end up ruffling their feathers.

With being in the front of the pack. Brex looked ahead and saw someone else that was coming into view. This one being Gilda as she already had a good grasp of riding hers and was waiting for the rest to catch up after rushing ahead just a short time earlier. Of course, this was mostly due to her already knowing about Crystal and riding her a few times in the past. When they all finally got close enough to join the female Griffin. She rode right next to Brex in order to have a conversation as the others were still getting used to their new mounts. Yet, the Roegadyn was getting this weird sensation that something was off about the Griffin.

“I can't help but get the feeling that I'm riding one of my distant relatives from the past... It’s just really weird.”

“Hahaha! I could guess so. Just try not to think so much on how you both have so many distinctive qualities such as beaks, wings and talons. If you do that, then you'll be just fine.”

“Oh wow, the egg heads overthinking it again. I swear, that Pony can't steer her Chocobo straight for more than a few seconds. At this rate there's going to be a bunch of oddly shaped holes going through the forest if she doesn't stop with that veering off the path thing she’s doing.”

“Hey, they're not all as skilled as you, so don't be too harsh on ‘em. They only just met their new partners a little while ago.”

What Brex said was true, as not even a full hour had gone by when he handed each and every one of them a whistle that was carved out of a piece of wood so that it would resemble a cartoonish toy of a Chocobo. Through a quick explanation on his part. It was conveyed that upon reaching a certain level, one could use these to summon a personal Chocobo for themselves. As the method was already experimented on with the Changelings. It was discovered that he was the only one who could produce a mount out of thin air as everyone else was required to have theirs nearby.

This meant that on the previous day, he had already sent over a group of the birds over to his house. Thanks to his personal Chocobo keeper. Bee was able to go back to HQ and pick out a selected number of those that she felt would be a good match. Of course, it was not an exact science, so there was at least ten that came by and waited until the selection process was conducted. Luckily enough, the whistles worked exactly as they were meant to and each one of the girls took turns to meet their partners with there being little to no issues.

Oddly enough, the ones that were called exhibited familiar traits that coincided with their rider. The excitable, yet wacky Chocobo went to Pinkie. Who instantly started to play some random games off on their own as the rest were busy. Rarity was paired with one that gave off a hoity-toity attitude and walked right up to her with grace. What made it almost comical was the way the Chocobo even did that weird head shaking movement to cause a couple of the feathers to do that motion that Rarity would do when making her hair flow in the wind as if to show herself off.

The one that came up to Applejack just stood there, while intensely looking straight into the Pony's eyes for several long moments as their heads got closer and closer to the point that they were nearly pressing their foreheads against one another. It only ended after pulling away and nodding to one another as if giving their approvals. The next Chocobo had some rather disheveled feathers after getting into a scuffle with one of the others for some random dispute that was not really understood. This one was what came forth after Rainbow was the one to use her whistle.

What came next out of those two, was still somewhat of a mystery for the Roegadyn, as one second, they were looking at one another as if sizing their opponent before the pair began to rush off and start some kind of a race between the Chocobo's land speed and the flying of the Pegasus. When it came for the time for Fluttershy to use her whistle. The Pegasus was so nervous, that she was barely able to put enough force into the whistle to create a very weak squeak. It was even so small that Brex even noticed the way the ears on Rory's head would flick and she would have this small wince in her eye.

Although, a majority of the remaining Chocobo's failed to notice the whistle. Although, there was a timid one that came out of the pack which was previously attempting to hide behind some of the taller ones and approached Fluttershy. Of course, the yellow Pegasus was obviously nervous, whereas the Chocobo was more so until they got closer together and Fluttershy began to lightly stroke its feathers along its neck. This turned out to be a small trick that Fluttershy discovered once when Crystal would be at her place to help with some of the critters. Afterwards, the Chocobo could be seen leaning down and brushing the side of its head against Fluttershy’s own as a form of affection.

Gilda's experience was straight to the point as the instant she blew her whistle, her new partner came rushing out and at her side as if they had already known one another. The last one to get to blowing her whistle, turned out to be Twilight. Instead of instantly bonding over one thing or another. The Unicorn was instantly in research mode and began to examine the bird from every conceivable position. At one point or another, Twilight had even pulled out some measuring tape and a protractor as a number of notebooks were levitated around and quills were rushing to write down anything that she could come across.

Brex nearly laughed out loud when he saw how the Chocobo was somehow giving the impression that it had made a horrible mistake. This was made only more apparent when it made a sudden, and loud squawk of protest when Twilight started to abruptly tug on its wing to measure the length. If it was not for training that it had received beforehand. Then there would have been no doubt that a wild Chocobo would have taken offense to the treatment and attack the Unicorn with its beak without any hesitation.

Going back to the present. It was easy for Brex to see exactly why Twilight was having so much trouble as her Chocobo was not entirely comfortable with this arrangement. It also did not help that Twilight was over analyzing and failing to give her partner the proper instructions, which turned out to be way off on the timing. If he was to compare it to anything, then it would be similar to watching someone play a video game, where they would have to drive a hovercraft without any previous knowledge of its workings. Thereby, they would go off into not only random directions, but also into some horrible spin-outs.

For the moment, it was only them as Rory left earlier on to meet up with Zecora so that they could see each other at the Rendezvous point. Speaking of Zecora. The Zebra already had her own Chocobo after coming over to his place the day before. But only after she was done delivering another load of her tonics to the spa twins. Without there being so much of a surprise for him. The Chocobo she got was fairly laid back. Yet at the same time, it would give off this air of importance in the same way as her striped rider.

By the time they had reached their objective. Rory and Zecora was already waiting underneath the ship as the Zebra’s mount was in the middle of being loaded on thanks to the basket being pulled towards the other side of the ship. It was Gilda who spoke up after everybody climbed off and watched as the boarding procedures commenced. “We got a lot here. Don't you think it's going to get pretty cramped inside?” Brex waved his hand dismissively as he responded. “We removed all the unnecessary cargo for the trip. If anything, they can all take turns and rotate to walk around on the observatory deck if the birds get a little too restless.”

Brex had expected for that to be the end of it and for Gilda to rush off somewhere. However, the young Griffin was standing nearby as she gazed upon the last of the Chocobo's being loaded without so much as saying another word. After finding it a little odd and just thinking that it must have been his imagination. Brex turned his attention over to the rest of the girls that were at the bottom of the ramp. Even though they seemed pretty busy with talking with each other. Brex did catch the subtle signs of Twilight glancing at him from the corner of her right eye before averting it when she found that he was turned in her direction.

The biggest sign to show that there was something amiss. Was obviously the way that Pinkie was widely smiling as her own eyes betrayed some worry behind them. After squinting from behind his mask. He wondered what could have recently have occurred to warrant this type of behavior. He was sure that their relationship as student and teachers were on good terms. Also, there was a lack of princesses around to act uncourteously to, so there should have been no reason for Twilight to give him that kind of look.

He then thought about Rory's plan and the subsequential results of the group going missing for a few minutes before suddenly popping back up and leaving the dream so abruptly. Seeing as it only happened last night and with Rory not having much time to be with the girls alone just yet. There was no way for the Roegadyn to know about their escapades within his mind until later on. It was at that moment that Rory excused herself and went over to chat with the others, along with Gilda so that Brex would be left alone.

This left him to stand there from several yards away as the group made him realize that this was most likely the perspective of an actual teacher from a school in his own world that was looking at a classroom of students that were waiting to go on a field trip bus. Brex was just about to start walking towards all of them when his senses picked up another presence that was attempting to hide within the dense tree line. After concentrating for a bit. He could tell that it was from the direction of their path and a little ways off to the right, to indicate that they were tracing along it as to stay hidden.

Brex then expanded his mini-map to its absolute range and found a green dot to be slowly moving towards his position. After carefully focusing on the icon to figure out its exact location. Brex carefully turned his hood and narrowed his awareness to where he could look through the trees and pick up the figure. From what he was able to see, it turned out to be someone who was dressed in black. Thanks to the way it was conforming to her body, Brex could easily tell that this was the same spy that previously followed him overseas. This only became more obvious as he noticed the black bat-like wings as they open to allow some gliding from one tree branch to the next.

There was a small smirk from behind his mask as he thought the following to himself, while resuming his walk towards the airship ramp. “The princess’s probably just want to make sure that I don't mess up with this being a new location and all. And here I was wondering where that bat Pony went off to.” With taking into account with how far she was. Brex assumed that she was well beyond range to pick up anything with those sensitive ears of hers and quickly brought out a Link Pearl to the side of his head. From there, he immediately instructed the crew about the situation and how they needed to be careful on what they say as it could all be picked up on by their extra guest.

After getting a quick confirmation from the other end. The Link Pearl was placed back into his sleeve, where it instantly got deposited into his item box. When this was done and the Roegadyn took his next step. His height and senses forced him into a state where his mind was essentially put on overdrive. As a result. Time itself felt that it had come to a grinding standstill. The carefree picture of everyone ahead of him began to flicker until the girls were replaced with grotesque eyeball monster versions of themselves. What's more, was the way they already seem to have their weapons drawn and pointed straight at him.

Pinkie already had her bow drawn to wear the arrow was ready to be released. As for the spell casters. A number of orbs of both electricity and fire were already ignited at the ends of their prospective focal items. Even Fluttershy was already opening her book and channeling what he perceived to be an offensive spell in the making. What made it even more disturbing for Brex, was the odd sensation of what he could only describe as slick and wet tentacles reaching underneath his mask and caressing his skin.

Brex wanted to scream out as his body was locked in place. A part of him even wanted to rip the mask off and to grab on to whatever was causing the sickeningly disturbing sensations. He then felt that something was covering his ears and filling them up with water right as a set of two-toned voices echoed deeply within his head. One was obviously a male, as the other was of a female that he had no recollection of as they whispered the following in a melodious, yet hypnotically calm tone.

“What is the point of this farce? In the end, they will just use all that they learn from me. So many other Displaced have made that mistake. The best option would be to get rid of them now! hurry! Now do it now! Before they become a real threat... The only reason that they have not used the stone’s… Is… Is because I'm still valuable. Once every trick is taught to them, they won't hesitate to move onto disposal. First the Elements will turn me into stone, and then they'll break me into pieces.”

As the voices were going on. Brex began to internally repeat some of the words. “I'm just a tool... They're putting on a very convincing act... can't trust... even her... Rory is the worst... the worst… She knows our secrets. She knows our strength... She knows our weakness... It's always the one you trust the most that ends up being the traitor. Yes… Yes. Shut her out, shut her out, shut her-.”

The words would have continued to flow if it was not for a mysterious set of metallic sounds to occur. Which also coincided with a pair of pain shrieks from the unidentifiable voices before it all came to an end and Brex return to his senses. As time quickly caught back up. Brex almost twisted his ankle on the next step. His eyes blinked rapidly with a bewildered expression underneath his mask as to how he could have nearly hurt himself and wondered if he had another one of those episodes.

As he was attempting to figure this out. The right side of his head began to hurt once again as a sharp pain was drilled at an agonizingly slow pace. This progressed for a couple of seconds before it's spontaneously disappeared. During which, it would have become painfully obvious for any around to see his twisted face if it was not for the fact that it was being covered during those few seconds. With ears now ringing loudly enough so that it prevented him from listening to his surroundings. Brex began to shake his head a little bit until Rory walked up to him with a concerned look in her eyes. Eyes of which turned almost pleading as she stared straight into his mask with an intense amount of concentration.

Brex was still in a daze as the ringing fully subsided. After just a handful of seconds went by, he was suddenly bombarded by Rory yelling in his head. “MASTER!!! Master!! Respond! Can you hear me, Master! Not good! this is not good! why can't I re-establish the connection?!” She would have continued rambling if it was not for Brex quickly placing a hand onto her right shoulder and answering back. “C-Calm down, I can hear you!” This earned him a relieved sigh from the girl before she asked her next question. “How are you? You weren't in a daze. I could tell you were looking right at me! Oh no… The symptoms. There progressing!”

Rory then came in close so that she can give him a tight hug before she ended up breaking down through the connection. She then began to speak in a way that made him instantly remember how she was when his body was sent into that mountain and rendered into a crushed mulch of bones, muscles and blood. “Master, *Sob*. I-I thought... I-I thought I wasn't going to be able to speak to *Sob*. To you again!” He moved his arms to give her a hug. However, he frowned upon himself as he noticed how his hands stopped for just a fraction of a second before making contact. This was only because he could not recall a single time that he hesitated in the lease when it came to being in contact with the girl.

It took a few moments for him to calm Rory down enough so that they could part from the hug. Although, when he observed his surroundings. Brex found himself slightly blushing as everyone there was staring straight at the pair. A few of them were blushing, which included Twilight, Applejack, Rarity and Fluttershy. Whereas Zecora was giving a knowing smirk. When it came to Gilda and Rainbow. The two of them were giving some rather envious expressions. After giving a light cough into his right fist, Brex ushered them all on to the ship so that they could finally depart.

*Point of view: Third Person*
*Location: Unknown cave system*
*Time: Several hours earlier*

From within a dark and narrow passageway that just barely allowed enough space for even a person of Brex’s size to move with both arms extended towards the sides, and just an extra two or three inches above his head as clearance. A group of four could just barely be made out as they carried torches. One was a light green Unicorn and she was wearing a set of white robes with a hint of gray to give the impression that she was a Conjurer. Her mane was of a slightly darker shade of green and she had in her right hand a wooden staff with three golden bands near the top for decoration.

Another was also a Unicorn. But the only difference being that her entire body was covered up to where even her horn had some type of cloth covering. All that could be seen was a set of dark pinkish orbs that glisten from the torch light as everything else was colored black. Attached to her back, was a set of crossed short swords to show that she was a Rogue. Unlike the Healer. The Rogue was nearly in perceivable as she kept herself position so that the light of the torch was unable to get to her as another member at the front was blocking it with their body.

The third member was holding on to a shield and sword combo. The armor itself was reminiscent to iron chain mail with just a couple of pieces being made of plate. The armor itself was not all that bad, yet it seemed rather worn out as if it was a family heirloom. However, the sword and shield seemed as though they were in perfect condition as the weapon itself appeared to be made out of a mix of metal and gold. As for the shield, it was so well polished that the Conjurer from behind could practically use it as a mirror with the way it was strapped to the back of the Gladiator.

For just a second, it was hard to determine who was underneath. But after a few more steps, the Gladiator reached up and lifted the visor guard on their helmet to reveal a set of brown eyes. Said eyes obviously wore some dark eyeliner as this one spoke up in a commanding, yet feminine voice. “OK, now just how much further does this Tartarus-forsaken hole go down?!” It was the last member of the party that answered after turning just enough so that they were facing the rest of the group as the torch was being held in their left hand.

This showed it to be another spellcaster that wore a very dark shade of blue. Everything from head to toe was completely covered with a set of robes and a very large hat that just barely concealed a horn underneath. Even her face was covered up thanks to the fabric being pulled up so that it would cover the bottom portion of her face, as the rest of it was concealed by the hats shading.

With not only an arrogant, but an over-the-top way of speaking, she said the following as her voice filled the cave. “The Great and Powerful tri-.” Apparently, her introduction came to an abrupt halt after quickly coughing as she continued. “The Great and Powerful Pixie! Cares not for such trivial matters. For this much is a common occurrence. Just from that complaint, it is easy to tell that you are all very inexperienced.”

This only earned her a set of eye-rolls and annoyed grunts from the rest of the party as the spellcaster went on. She also pulled from underneath the robes a large piece of rolled up paper and continued to speak. “This treasure map is authentic and the payout will be more than enough to satisfy all of our needs! Just do as the Great and Powerful Pixie commands and all shall be well! Both glory and filled Bit pouches shall be ours!” The Conjurer and the Rogue gave each other a shifty look before the Gladiator responded with a hint of hostility behind her voice after placing her free hand onto her hips.

“Now look here! We're only following what you're saying because you're a higher rank and that's all there is! I can understand being all high and mighty, but even I have my limits! Not to mention! It's the three of us who have been pulling this team through, while you're just staying in the rear and twiddling your thumbs! Just when are you going to actually participate!?” This just got a set of nods from the other two as they also voice their opinions, which started off with the Rogue.

“Yeah... I can't help but notice that you've been keeping your distance whenever we're in a scuffle. The least you could do is lay down some cover fire.”

“I would have to also agree with that assessment. Plenty of opportunities have presented themselves for the oh so, Great and Powerful Pixie to show her stuff.”

The identified Pixie leaned down with her head just enough so that her hat was now completely obscuring her head. She then hastily responded by saying the following in a very, self-assured way. “You… dare to question The Great and Powerful Pixie?!!! It would be best not to forget that you are addressing a rank "C" Adventurer! I am but one of less than a hundred on file!” That was when there was a faint light coming from underneath the hat as to show that her horn was beginning to power up. She then said, “Feel grateful that you are even privileged with the knowledge of meeting one who has become a level forty-nine Thaumaturge!”

This got an instant reaction from the others as each tensed in place as if they were about to get struck. The Conjure immediately said that she was sorry for doubting the Great and Powerful Pixie as the Rogue simply looked away. The Gladiator reached up and closed her eye visor and gave a quick salute as to show that they knew their place. Pixie then said as she pointed with the torch to the path in front of them. “Go on now! The Great and Powerful Pixie will only step in if you three are unable to do your jobs! Meanwhile, the rear will be under the protection of yours truly!”

And with that, the group began to move past Pixie and she carefully positioned herself to be several paces behind the rest as they continued down the dark cave network. However, thanks to the way that they were all facing. None of the three up ahead realized just how much the one called Pixie was shaking from underneath her clothing. It was then that one of the others stepped onto a loose pebble and the amount of pressure sent it flying to the right so that it would strike the wall and produce an echoing effect along the tunnel.

The others paid no mind to it as it was a common occurrence for where they were. However, Pixie inadvertently flinched at the noise and lifted her hat just enough so that the pulled-up collar of her robes would expose a bit of her face. The result was hard to make out with the amount of darkness and the position of the torch. But sweat was clearly visible as her eyes darted from left to right in pure panic. She then quickly whispered from under her breath so that it was just low enough not to be heard by the others. “J-Just need to hold out a l-little longer... G-Grab whatever it is in here and get out. Please... for Celestia's sake. please let there be something worth it in here.”

Just as this universe was well known for granting these sorts of wishes. The voice of the Gladiator could be heard just up ahead. “WHAT THE?! Hey! check this out!” Afterwards, they all ran to catch up and what they found caused half of their jaws to drop. At the end of the cave. There was nothing but a very large room with walls and ceilings so far away from where they were, that it was nearly impossible to tell just how big it all was with only the limited reach of their torch lights.

Pixie moved along the left side and inadvertently tripped over a long and thin cylindrical object on the floor. This caused the caster to drop the torch in her left hand and reach out for anything at all that could prevent the tumble. But it just so happened that her arm got caught by the elbow joint by a protrusion from the wall. Having stopped such an embarrassing accident from occurring. Pixie released a heavy breath and relaxed her body. Although, this had the effect of causing whatever she was hanging from, to quickly jerk down and allow her to fall the rest of the way thanks to how the object was now tilting downwards at an angle.

It was the Rogue who turned towards the caster and pointed at the object as he said the next words in disbelief. “Did… Did you really just flip some random switch with a skull and crossbones hanging right above it?!” Pixie then replied with a nervous chuckle as she smiled from behind her covering. “Hehehe~. Would you believe Pixie... if she said she planned to do that?” It was the gladiator that was about to say something next when she was interrupted by a bright set of glowing purple lights from the far end of the large room. At first, it was dim and tiny. But over the course of a couple of seconds. Those very lights grew until they were almost as bright as the sun itself.

Pixie saw that there were three cylindrical like objects filled with a fluid. But what caught her full attention was the object slowly moving inside. The tanks themselves were nearly Thirty meters high and perhaps fifteen meters wide. The tops and bottoms were covered in a mix of stone and metal work that added an extra few meters to extend its height until it connected to another set on the ceiling. Pixie then said the following as she tried to make a break for the exit. “The big ones… Even… Even bigger than an Ursa Minor!” Unfortunately, the Great and Powerful Pixie collided face first with a steel plated door that had instantly slammed shut from the top of the caves mouth and thereby cutting off their original escape route.

She was just beginning to panic even more as her free hand was pathetically scratching at the door to let her out, when the sound of cracking glass and loud hisses of both steam and liquid flowing could be heard from behind. When she turned. She saw how the mysterious moving mass inside was pushing on the container. Thanks to the glowing lights, all they could tell was the strange silhouette of a muscular creature with long bat-like wings and multiple appendages sprouting from its body. If that was not enough, then it should have put them over the edge as the other two containers were beginning to follow the first one’s example and hairline cracks were now forming thanks to the pair of smaller beings inside of their own tanks.

The next thing to happen, was the other three immediately grabbing a hold of Pixie and unceremoniously tossing her forward so that she was now on the front line. The force of which caused her to stumble so that she was on her hands and knees as her staff tumble just a couple of feet away. While reaching up to pull the top of her large hat enough to see up ahead. The Unicorn screamed at the top of her lungs as a horrific Roar was heard from inside the tank only a second prior to the entire container shattering and sending a large amount of liquid to flood a good portion of the room. This also meant that a sizable wave was heading straight for the lowered caster as she held up both of her hands in a pathetic attempt to protect herself.

*Point of view: Daddy*
*Location: The other side*
*Time: Back at the present*

Daddy was just sitting at the very edge of some scaffolding that was hastily put together along the outside of the hole for their old house. As another majority was made to go down to where the remains of the table were now located. As his legs were now dangling and swaying back and forth. He would periodically lean over to see how things were progressing. Over the course of the last couple of days. Jet had gone ahead and set up a makeshift garage at the bottom and the pieces of the table were elevated through a mechanism that was closely resembling a machine meant for lifting cars. There were even a number of equipment that could be rolled around on tiny black wheels nearby.

Many cables of varying colors and oscillating lights running through the connecting points could be seen. Most of which look almost antique and required vacuum tubes. While others ranged from the nineteenth century to what could have been the twenty-fifth century by Earth's standards. Since the talking fish incident. The table has undergone many upon many transformations as jet attempted to return the original settings to the proper calibration. At the current moment, it was looking more like an oversized cream filled donut with a chocolate glaze and pink sprinkles. That was when that very one came out from underneath and could be seen grabbing onto the little hair on the sides of his head while screaming

“Seriously! Ask me to build the alien mothership from Independence Day! Or what about a completely functioning Dyson Sphere that can hold an entire solar system! By the Seven Hell’s! I can even make the perfect sex bot if I really, really wanted to!!! Yet why is it so hard to get this table to look like a table!!!” Jet’s rant was only interrupted after Daddy screamed down to the bottom of the hole in a loud, yet indignant voice while waving his right fist angrily. “Hey! I asked you about that nearly two centuries ago! You said you couldn't do it!” Jet angrily looked up at the old man while grinding his teeth together as the next word slipped through his pearly whites. “No... What I said was, that I didn't WANT to!”

In a fit of momentary rage. Jet kicked one of the older style machines that was hooked up to the gigantic confection and it sent a strong visible jolt up and through the cables. This caused the donut to expand and quickly morph into a gelatinous Berry-blue colored blob with a floating eyeball in the center that was easily two stories tall. A multitude of slimy tentacles began to whip around and knock over the scaffolding that surrounded it within seconds after. Daddy, who was sitting at the top. Failed to get away as he fell into the bottom of the hole. When it came to Jet, he was already smushed underneath as his form was seen through the gelatinous mass.

The next thing to happen from out of sight, was the loud cries of battle from both Daddy and Jet as the creature released a sound that was comparable to someone playing some whale songs so loud, that it can blow up car windows from outside of a kid's bedroom. Beams of gold occasionally shot up at random directions from the hole and into the sky. Flying golden mallets could also be seen coming down from high above so that they would constantly crash inside of the hole. Spiers of sharp Jagged rocks would rise and fall no differently than high waves on the sea as it barely went above the opening.

The scene then progressed for what seemed to be several long minutes until all sounds of battle died. Soon, the shaky hands of both men could be seen grabbing onto the edge and pulling their upper torsos so that they could lay onto the dirt. Both were heavily panting and showing a couple of new bruises and lumps all over their faces. The clothing itself had a mix of rips and chard sections to where they were very close to simply being worthless and better off torn completely from their bodies.

Daddy then said with labored breaths as his cracked sunglasses could be seen. “I think... *Huff*. I think we won~.” Jet then said in an equally exhausted tone as he showed that there were now a couple of teeth missing. “That… *Huff*. May have been the defense protocol... turned all the way up. It should... *Pant*. It should turn back into a donut soon.” Daddy coughed really quick as he looked over to Jet with a disbelieving raise of the eyebrows as he answered. “That... *Pant!* Was in no way, shape or form a defense! I swear! Those tentacles were trying to go somewhere!” He then gave a quick shiver that ran up his entire body after those words were spoken.

It was at that moment that nearly a dozen of the aforementioned tentacles slowly raised out of the hole without making any kind of noise. A number of which were wiggling in a very provocative way as they slowly approached the two from behind. It was not until they were both snatched up by their ankles and abruptly pulled into the hole once again with one quick tugging motion, that they were aware of the situation. But during those seconds. Daddy was screaming at the top of his lungs like a little girl before disappearing. Whereas Jet was full on crying as he was only able to let out one simple phrase in a shrill voice. “Mother!”

It was at that very moment on a distant planet called Earth. That the group of Mother, Little Light, Little Moon, Honey Lemon and Lisa, who had all taken on a more human-like appearance to blend in could be seen walking around a large amusement park. Little Light was looking at her phone and scrolling through a number of texts while Little Moon and Lisa were busy with munching away at a very large stick of cotton candy. Mother on the other hand, was looking at a foldable map of the theme park that spanned nearly two or even three miles. It was at that point that Little Light stepped closer to Mother and said the following as she fixed a pair of sharply made glasses on her nose. “Was it really a good idea to just leave Daddy and Jet to fix the table on their own?”

Without even looking away from the map and attempting to figure out as to where she was on it by looking over to the nearby rides. Which consisted of a long Viking boat being swung like a pendulum and some rotating teacups. She responded with a dismissive tone. “Oh shush now. You worry far too much. It was mostly their fault, so we're just going to go on vacation for a few more days. If they're not done by the time we get back, then we can give them a hand. Now come on, let's enjoy the rest of our time while we still can. Oh! look at this! It says here that the dolphin shows about to start! We better hurry!”

As the group runs off in hopes of catching the start of the show. There was another set of voices that were screaming from a distant part of the Galaxy and in another dimension. These obviously comprised of Jet and Daddy, who were both screaming at the top of their lungs and adding a few whimpers here and there.

“Jet! Whatever you do, don't stop clenching!!! I know how this goes!!!”

“Why is this even an option on the table???!!!”

“I'm not really into this! Okay, only as a spectator, and also there needs to be some really hot girls involved!”

“We need Mother's help!”

“No way, no how! I am not letting that Harpy see me like this! Hey! WHAT?! No! No! That is not happening! Keep those things away from me! Why didn’t I wear my turtle shell todaaaaaaay????!!!!!”