Outlaws of the Verse

It had been a few hours since the young tech kid, went to bed in the ship, and the new crewmembers piled into the docking bay.

While Swanzo wasn't shocked by the strange assortment of people, Hilda recruited. He was curious why Hilda would want such a young kid on her ship. That was just asking for trouble.

The boy didn't even have any tattoos on the backs of his hands, meaning this was his first life. He was about as young as you could get.

Swanzo sighed, really wanting to know what Hilda was getting into... but knowing better then to ask. Hilda wouldn't tell him anything, especially if she was mixed up in something. He already got everything he was going to, out of her.

Looking up from his work. He felt a sudden pick up to the breeze. The Mechanic was worried there might be a crack in the haul of the space station. But then he saw it. A blue box, fading in and out of existence.

"Just what are they playing at!?" Swanzo growled, his metal ball of an environmental suit, storming over to where the box was materializing.

Once it became fully solid, there was a banging sound, as if something heavy dropped. But immediately, when the doors opened, Swanzo snapped, "We have a whole hanger for Teleportation Pods. What you doing here?" He demanded.

A blue Pegasus, in her pony form, stepped out. She held up a badge. "Official Starfleet business," She spoke with a good deal of authority... which was lessoned by the wide eyed filly on her back.

"Admirals Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo! On Official business for the Alien Alliance." The filly eagerly declared.

Swanzo could see the "M" marks on the front of her hooves. Meaning she was regressed for medical reasons. Don't see many ponies choose to Rejuve, instead of just reincarnating themselves.

"She's on sabbatical," Admiral Dash assured. Though didn't explain why the filly was here. Nor why an Admiral of Starfleet was riding in an Uzumaki TARDIS.

Swanzo scuffed, "Blue Heaven is legally recognized as a free state, you have no jurisdiction here. I don't care how high up the chain you are!"

A beagle sized Lunar Vulpony, stepped out of the ship... and Swanzo couldn't stop himself from paling, as 6 identical ones walked out with him. He recognized them, of course.

"Secure the ship," One of them demanded, completely ignoring Swanzo. His duplicates immediately spread throughout the docking bay.

Swanzo gulped, as the Coltkit's counterparts also emerged from the Teleportation Booth. A Sodaroo, an Asari, a Husky Taur, a Kobold... and some kind of nightmarish skeletal creature, burning with purple fog.

The Misfits, what the hell were the Misfits doing here. Just what had Hilda gotten herself caught up in.

The Husky's, far too large, ears twitched. As if he was hearing words unspoken. Looking at the metal ball, with arms, he spoke words that made the Corbonite fear for his friend's life.

"Haunter caught the signal." Spoke the infamous Musky pup, master of the most lethal poisons and acids. "Hot Ice Hilda abducted a child with a class, after attempting to murder his guardian."

Oh Hilda... how could you be that stupid.

•

• Back with Gene:

As Hilda was packing up her things, already having taken down her sign. Gene couldn't help but wonder...

Each crewman Hilda chose, had a look in their eyes. Even the Hunter, who had no eyes, but you could still feel it on him.

Each longed for the freedom of the sky, revenge against the pirates... but there was something more... each wanted, Gene got the impression... a family. They understood what it meant to sign on as crew... much more then Gene did. They were looking for a home... Maybe Gene could understand it. As it was a longing he could relate to... even Jim had that look in his eyes.

•

"What happened to your last crew, anyway?" Gene managed to ask, as Hilda stood up.

"The Pirates killed them," Was her casual response.

Gene tensed, but before he could say anything, Hilda stiffened. Her head turning at the door.

•

"Hilda!!!"

Gene blinked, as almost immediately after Hilda looked in that direction, did something terrifying enter the room. A tiny Equine charged through the bar. Coming straight towards them.

The young ginger almost grabbed his gun, purely on reflex, but thankfully Hilda signalled him to wait. It wouldn't do to break the only rule in a free town. A stray bullet could burst a seal of the space station they were on.

The pony was running over to them. An infectious smile on it's face.

The creature was a pastel brown, with a much darker shade for it's hair.... except for the neon stripes, in both it's hair and on all four of it's lower legs. It had a tattoo of an hourglass, on it's flank... which Gene could easily see, because it was completely NAKED. The only thing it was wearing was thick neon goggles, on it's forehead.

"A... pony..." Gene gulped.

He had heard about these creatures. Supposedly they were overpowered war machines, with the awareness of young children. Because of this, the Space Forces tended to treat them with kid gloves, made of titanium.

A single civilian pony, could easily best a platoon of highly trained space marines, with minimal effort. However, even more terrifying, they couldn't comprehend how powerful they were, nor why other creatures were wary around them...

Although, from what Gene had heard, they were also extremely cuddly living plush toys. Wanting to "be friends" with everyone they met. With boundary issues that rival a Silgrian.

Ponies were a prey race, that were living in a universe were barely anything could rival them, much less hurt them. Yet they were still jumpy and naive.

Jim would probably jump for joy, if he met this guy. But Gene was worried letting him near the stallion. They were danger wrapped in cutesy floof.

"The Misfits Caravan," Hilda eyed Gene. Measuring him, and thankful to see the young man had enough sense to be wary of the deceptively cute creature. "Are some of the most deadly adventurers in the Galaxy, try not to piss them off."

The pony quickly reached them, but despite obviously being a full grown Stallion, only came up to Hilda's waist. Once in front of them, the pony immediately lowered it's chest to the floor, and leaving it's butt in the air. It took Gene a moment to realize it was bowing.

"Captain Hot Ice Hilda," The pony remained bowed.

"Neon Surgeon," Hilda smiled at the creature.

Once she acknowledged him, he quickly stood. Puffing up his chess, and looking... nervous? "The Elders are waiting for you. At your ship, that is... they don't seem happy. It might be best if you hurry back?" He frowned.

Hilda gave her usual smirk, "Gene, Wriker," She nodded at her men. "Let's go."

•

"So who are these ponies?" Gene asked, his arms behind his head.

He and Wriker were walking just behind Hilda, as Wriker insisted was proper, given her higher station to their crew.

The little pony was galloping about a dozen yards ahead. Occasionally, he would stop, look back at them, before running off again, like an over eager puppy on a hike.

"And why are they so important?"

Hilda looked over at Wriker. "Feel up to nursing the space cherry?"

The Krogan smirked, while Gene snapped something, less then proportionate, towards the joke at his expense.

Wriker got an annoying lecturing voice. "The Misfits are ancient, with their Elders being roughly 3000 years older then the Reaper Invasion."

Gene gaped. "They didn't even HAVE Rejuve Pods before the Reapers invaded."

Wriker shrugged, "Technically the previous Federation did," He explained. "But only for about 300 years prior."

"Then how are THEY that old!?" Gene demanded, "Not even Asari live that long!"

"Because they're immortal Planet Busters," Wriker smiled. "Legitimate entities, Just short of Celestials."

Gene snorted, "Please, those things are just myths."

Wriker grinned, "Is that so?"

Gene sneered, "I'm not so stupid, I'd believe an old wives tale. Not even Rejuve pods can resurrect someone, and ain't nothing short of a fleet of battle ships, can even glass a planet."

Wriker shook his head, "Definitely a Space Cherry."