Quest to Zephyr Heights: A My Little Pony / BioShock Infinite Crossover

I told you, Haven -- you sell 'em paradise, and the customers expect things to be magically done, simple and easy! No menials in the safe haven! Well, I've a pony in Bridlewood who'll lease us as many unicorn convicts as you can board! Why, you can say they're simple souls, in penance for rising above their place. Whatever eases your conscience, I suppose. ~ Browsy Gold

The crowd eagerly awaited the execution of the false prophet. She was surrounded by several guards who held her firmly and pushed her head towards buzzing back wheel of another guard. But unbeknownst to the snickering pegasi, Prospect Cover was no stranger with violence.

She stopped her resisting in the hooves of the guards for a split second, then suddenly twisted her torso, overpowering the guards grip and launching his face directly into the blade. The guard screamed as the saw sliced into his forehead, creating a gory explosion of blood.

"Stop her stop her!" Browsy Gold yelled before ducking behind the lowering curtains of the stage, "The false prophets' come to lead the seed astray!"

The crowd of Zephyr Heights pegasi panicked and scattered, as Prospect bucked her hind leg, the hoof connecting with the snout of the other guard, knocking his helmet off and him onto the ground. The third and last remaining guard stood still in shock as the screams of the guard thrown onto his saw faded into gurgles. The blood-covered pegasi didn't get a moment to react as he was headbutted, promptly getting knocked out.

Prospect, now covered in splotches of red blood, stood still and breathed heavily. She turned and pried the "back wheel" off the unconscious guard. The thing was some kind of self-powered saw that could extend itself from the back of the wearer. Prospect put it on, for she would need some kind of weapon moving forward.

This idea was immediately proven useful as sirens rang out in the distance. Prospect abandoned all pretense of blending in, turning hoof and running out of the raffle park.

Yells came down from above, "There she is! Get her!"

Looking up, Prospect saw guards swoop in from overhead, their wings outstretched. No, they weren't flying; they were using their back wheels to attach themselves to the golden railways that ran overhead throughout the city.

"So those wheel things aren't only good for combat," Prospect commented to herself, readying for more fighting. As if by magic, her back wheel buzzed to life in response.

She unfolded her wings and charged at the guards who landed nearby. Turning her body, she rammed into a green mare, who stumbled back before receiving a punch upside the chin. Another guard swept his saw at Prospect's back, narrowly missing her wings by a feather. Prospect reacted by extending her saw to the right, slicing through the guard's breastplate.

He collapsed to the ground as Prospect ran off towards Angel Island, its statue looming in the distance. However, she was too late, the gate had risen and bridge leading to the island was floating away, it edges packed with fairgoers who watched down at her in horror.

Gunshots cracked out from behind her, one of the shots piercing a wing. Prospect leapt behind a nearby fruit stand, clutching her bleeding wing to her side. In the distance was three more guards, each of whom aimed rifles at her. Prospect swore as more gunshots rang out, tattering the rest of the stand above her.

Suddenly, she remembered the distilliate she had drunk earlier. Maybe it could be useful here. She began to concentrate and flap her wings, gritting her teeth as she powered through the pain. The wings began faintly glow green.

Prospect leapt out from behind the stand and with a final clap of her wings, sent out a spiral of misty green light towards the nearest guard.

The guard froze in her tracks, bolting upright in place. The other two guards paused in a moment of confusion to look at their newly possessed compatriot. The possessed mare suddenly raised her rifle and shot through the yellow guard on her left, penetrating her armor with three shots and knocking her into a nearby bush. The other guard emitted a cry of distress and dropped his rifle. He charged at his possessed companion, giving her a punch with his hoof. The possessed guard reacted accordingly, dropping her rifle and engaging the other in hoof fight.

Meanwhile, Prospect had taken the opportunity to quietly slink away, finally exiting the raffle park through an eschew gate while the guards continued their fierce infighting.

The street that Prospect exited onto was much like the others before, except it was predictably empty of ponies. The previously packed pass had clearly been hastily abandoned, both from being closed due to the day's festivities and its inhabitants fleeing from the violence in the park.

Prospect walked down the curving lane, keeping an eye out on her surroundings. She tiredly dug through a nearby barrel, pulling out and eating an apple, "I don't think I'm gonna make it if I constantly have to fight these guys," she commented to herself, ripping out a strip of fabric from a nearby awning before wrapping it around her wing as a makeshift bandage.

The end of the street was barred by yet another gate, but luckily, it was unlocked, allowing Prospect to push it open. She wiped away the sweat from her brow, "Is it getting hot? Or is it just me?"

She pushed through the gate to discover the sight of another street, except it was fire. Small infernos of flame burned nearby, the burning remains of carts and stands. It only took a moment to see what the cause was.

Standing right before was a pony in a fully suit of charred iron. Orange light and sparks of flame emitted from the eyes and nostrils of their covered face. Smoke poured out from a cone at the top of their head. Makeshift wings of metal and tattered cloth extended from their back, and the only skin visible was their hooves, being charred black and covered with glowing orange cracks.

"You shall burn in the name of our Prophet!" The fiery mare's muffled voice screamed from behind the suit. The suit mechanically flared it wings as the mare reared up and shot balls of fire from her front hooves.

Prospect jumped out of the way, the fireballs exploding against the gate. She furiously flapped her wings, charging up another possession attack. The green light swirled out at the firemare, only to fizzle into nothingness upon making contact with the iron suit.

The firemare roared with fury in response to the flimsy attack, "You shall be cleansed!" She lobbed another fireball at Prospect, which exploded, launching the pegasus upward into a wall.

Her body aching, Prospect grunted as she stood up, her torso flaring with pain. She glanced at some nearby barrels, and using all of her strength, kicked a barrel right at the firemare.

The barrel shattered against the armored suit of the mare but stunned her just long enough for Prospect to dash up and wrap her front hooves around the firemare's neck. The firemare stomped the ground and roared with fury as she jerked about, but Prospect kept her grip. Prospect's back wheel automatically extended, and she positioned the curve of the saw around the iron neck of the firemare. Prospect grimaced as the hot iron burned the fur of her hooves but remained steadfast as the saw began to buzz.

Without warning, the saw powered up, twisting the firemare's head into an unsavory angle with a muffled snap. The fire in the suit's slits faded to black and Prospect let go of the firemare. The mare clunked onto the ground, a small red vial rolling out from hooves as she collapsed.

Panting, Prospect picked up the vial. She read the label, "Flame Distilliate huh? Well, you only live once." She popped the cork and downed the distilliate.

Suddenly, it became hot, very hot. Prospect looked down at her hooves, staring in horror as orange light flared up. She yelled in pain as her hooves cracked and flames trickled out from beneath her skin. The skin charred and blackened, and the fur curled back as the hooves burnt down to the bone.

Then it stopped, as everything snapped back into focus. Prospect looked at her hooves again, they were normal.

"They really don't go light with the hallucinations here, do they?" Prospect panted.

Straightening herself out, Prospect proceeded forward to find another dead end at the end of the street, the bridge and island having left long ago.

Wincing with pain, Prospect turned left and entered into the nearest location to find another way. It was a large restaurant named The Rainbow Receptacle.

Prospect Cover limped into The Rainbow Receptacle. She had her wings shot, her hooves burnt, and probably broke a few ribs, and she needed something, anything to help recover.

She turned a corner to see that the restaurant was not as empty as she presumed. A tan pegasus, presumably drunk, was passed out at the counter, but more importantly were two familiar cyan unicorns standing behind the counter. Prospect did a double take but didn't say anything.

The male unicorn turned to her, "We have company."

The female unicorn nodded, "We do indeed."

Prospect eyed the two suspiciously, "Why are you two following me?"

The unicorn mare's expression remained unchanging, "We were already here."

The stallion looked at Prospect perfidiously, "Why are you following us?"

Prospect raised a hoof. "I-" she began but was interrupted by the female unicorn bringing up a platter with a bottle of another glowing substance.

"Aperitif?"

Her male companion continued, "You'll find that happy in a pinch."

"Difference between life and death."

Prospect sighed, knowing there was no other choice. She picked up the bottle and drank the stuff inside. In an instant, Prospect felt her strength renewed, the aching gone. She flapped her wings with renewed vigor.

"Woah, what was that?"

The female unicorn tapped a hoof at her chin and hmphed, "Hmm, surprising."

"Surprising that it worked?" Questioned her male compatriot.

"Surprising that it didn't kill her."

"But a magnetic-regenerative field around one's body can come in handy."

"If it doesn't kill you."

"A fair point."

Knowing that she wouldn't be getting any answers from these two, Prospect left the duo, exiting the restaurant through the kitchen. She stepped out onto a balcony, looking out to see a small zeppelin fly past. Guards were poised on its deck, looking over the buildings below. One of them was operating a large turret.

"Clearly I'm still a wanted pony," Prospect commented, "Now I just need a way to get to Angel Island..."