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

And when the Great Princess gave unto the Martyrs the tools to build a new Equestria, they did so without hesitation. With these gifts, these elements, they brought forth a great peace for ponykind. But when the forebearer traitor came forth, she brought discord, chaos, confusion. And so, our magic was lost, dividing ponykind from their rightful place and sowing forth the dark age of Equestria. ~ Queen Haven

Prospect Cover looked over the edge of the railing. It was a long way down, in fact, rolling cloudbanks covered up any sign of a bottom. Prospect looked up at the adjoining buildings, eyeing freight hooks sticking out from their sides.

"Maybe I could use this back wheel on those hooks like those guards earlier," the pegasus pondered to herself. Straightening her back, she unveiled her back wheel. She breathed out, "Here goes nothing."

With a running jump, Prospect leaped off the balcony. Her wings flapped uselessly in the air as she began plummet down. All of the sudden, her back lurched up. With a loud clank, her back wheel flew up and attached to the hook.

"Oh," Prospect said breathlessly, finding herself suspended by her back, "It's magnetic. I wish I knew that sooner." The distant rumbling of a zeppelin snapped her back into focus. She turned her head, spotting more hooks nearby.

Prospect grunted as she began to swing her body back and forth, then, as if on instinct, her back wheel detached, making the pegasus fly through the air once more until she clamped to the next hook. Slowly but surely, Prospect made her way hook to hook, building to building. Eventually, it almost felt natural, being a rudimentary form of flight. After many hooks, Prospect landed on a balcony with an accessible door. She breathed a sigh of relief, the "flying" was exhilarating, but it was also very unnerving to do.

The door was unlocked, allowing Prospect to kick it open and charge in. She stopped short, coming to a halt in front of two pegasi who stared at her. Both of the ponies had paused their work, standing in front of a large printing press with stacks of flyers that read, "Friends of the Earth Pony Society"

"It's her!" exclaimed the stallion with ink-stains on his hooves, "The pony they're after!"

"Go," said the mare, "They're looking for you."

"Uh yeah," Prospect answered warily, "excuse me." She ran past the two earth pony enthusiasts and bolted for the front door. She put a hoof on the handle and pushed the door open, turning snout to snout right into three guards.

The front guard yelled in alarm as Prospect slammed the door shut in his face. She flipped around to the two pegasi.

"I don't suppose you have a backdoor perchance?" Prospect asked.

The pegasi didn't answer, instead wordlessly pointing their hooves down the hall. Prospect nodded and dashed down the hall, bursting through the rear door and out into a courtyard. She turned and ran forward, passing the three guards angrily banging on the door.

"Wait! There she is!" yelled the lead guard, spinning around. He pulled out his rifle and shot at Prospect who ducked behind a nearby stage. The gunfire exploded taxidermy on the stage sending cotton floating down as Prospect concentrated. It was time to try out that fire distilliate. She thought hard, shaking her hooves as they began to glow orange.

Leaping out, she thrust a hoof forward, sending out a fireball bouncing forward at the guards. The ball popped, sending out a spread of flame across the guard. Two of the guards dodged the flames as the lead guard screamed as his green coat caught on fire.

The flaming pegasus guard rolled on the ground, ignoring Prospect as she leapt over him and the flames. She swept right, beaning a guard in the head before galloping down the street. Luckily for her, a large cloudbank was sweeping through the buildings, providing the perfect cover to get away.

The shouts of the guards faded as Prospect fled the scene. She skidded to a stop, looking around, but the fog covered everything. Suddenly, a cry rang out, making Prospect jump as a black-feathered crow flew past her head and perched on something in the fog. She walked forward, seeing that it was statue, showing Queen Haven battling what only could be described as a hydra with pony heads. Multiple crows looked down at her from their guano-encrusted perches, flying off into the mist as she came near. Prospect squinted forward, a large building loomed, with a stone depiction of an eye hoisted on top. With no way around, Prospect Cover entered into the dwelling of the Fraternal Brotherhood.

Inside, there was more crows flying about, leaving their droppings everywhere. The birds pecked at rotten plates of food placed in dimly lit cubbies of walls. The lights overhead flickered, casting deep shadows through the thin layer of mist that covered the floor.

Prospect walked slowly and quietly, looking around the Brotherhood's headquarters. A painted portrait of the martyrs graced one wall, on opposite was a painting of a purple-maned unicorn of white, who was depicted leading a fiery horde upon old Canterlot.

Moving forward, there was two sets of staircases with a statue of a frightened pegasus filly in the center. Prospect crept up the stairs, coming to an overlook over what could only be described as a meeting of the Brotherhood.

A large mural was painted on the wall, depicting a luminescent-maned pegasus, her wings outstretched, presiding over a myriad of other species. Down amongst the aisles was a multitude of pegasi, wearing two-pronged hoods, watching their apparent leader. He wore purple robes and carried a white, gold-encrusted coffin on his back.

As Prospect ducked behind the railing, he continued his spiel, "And so, the Prophet lead us into the changeling hives, where we demonstrated to the fallen kingdom the true mission our Martyrs had given us. And when the changelings and hypocrites of Equestria betrayed her, our Prophet did not heel."

Prospect flapped her wings, charging up a fire attack.

"She did not come crawling back for their forgiveness... Like our Martyrs broke apart the Great Apostate, our Prophet broke these socalled royals... and today is the day we celebrate this secession!"

The cloaked zealot looked up, hearing the buzzing sound from overhead. Down from the balcony flew a large fireball, landing in the middle of the aisle. Before the brothers could react, the ball exploded, cratering the floor.

Prospect leapt down through the flaming feathers, kicking a cloaked brother in the head. She attacked again, using her back wheel to slit the throat of another brother as he climbed other the charred body of his brethren. At the front, the lead zealot watched Prospect battle the members of the brotherhood, turning tail and running out through the door on his right as she knocked out another hooded brother with a slam.

In a few seconds, Prospect had hit, sliced, or burnt her way through the members of the cult, except for one. The pegasus ran out the room, intent on following the lead zealot and finding a way out of the dirty, crow-infested dirt hole.

Up some stairs she ran, passing through a study, passing through an office before coming to a halt in front of a large door that was creaked open. Prospect flattened herself against as she heard crying inside. Peeking inside, she saw a creature tied up to a table. A griffon.

The griffon openly sobbed.

"Why do you do this?" he cried, "I just want to go back to my family!"

Prospect winced at the distress of the non-pony and pushed the door open to help him, but she was too late. The griffon screamed in pain as a murder of crows set upon him, pecking at his skin, pulling out his feathers, jamming their beaks into his eyes. The crows scattered as Prospect whipped into the room, turning to face the lead zealot.

Through his purple hood, he looked gleefully at the bloodied corpse of the griffon before flicking his at Prospect. Black smoke silted from his glowing hooves as the hooded pegasus suddenly vanished.

Surprised, Prospect walked forward, turning into a large indoor garden. Crows flew freely amongst gilded cages that hung from the ceiling, pecking at their inhabitants, the rotting corpses of the Brotherhood's various prisoners. She jumped as a crow cackled at her left, another cawing at her right.

Suddenly, the zealot leapt at her, manifesting out of the mist.

"Guide me Sister Zipp and may you judge this heretic in death!"

Prospect yelled as he swung his sword at her, narrowly missing her snout by a few inches. She retaliated, shooting a fireball from her hooves at the zealot, but he merely vanished into a black smoke, the fireball harmlessly flying past into a pool of water.

The zealot's laugh echoed throughout the garden as the crows went into a frenzy. Prospect swatted at the birds as they flew around and pecked at her mane, not noticing the zealot of the sister manifest out the shadows behind her. She screamed in pain as his sword sliced across her back, despite the glowing potion from earlier negating most of the damage. She flipped around, swinging her back saw at the zealot, but he was gone again.

She looked around frantically as the zealots laugh resounded once again. Then she noticed it, the crows. The crows were attracted to the zealot and seemed to be following a path. She ran out into the middle of the garden, keeping an eye of the fluttering crows until they congested at one point.

Sure enough, out of the smoke appeared the zealot, only to be kicked right in the chest as he appeared. The crows screamed and flew away as the zealot flew backwards into a wall, the coffin on his back shattering into splinters. As the black feathers that filled the air slowly glided down, Prospect saw that the hooded pony was dead. The fool had somehow managed to impale himself with his sword when he hit the wall.

Prospect knelt down. On the zealot's body was a bottle with a black substance. "What's this? Some new kind of distilliate?" she picked up the distilliate and examined the ornately carved crow's head on the bottle, "That's one heck of a thing..."

She popped the cork and downed the potion. Her hooves began to shake as a ringing sound filled her ears. A crow landed on her leg, looking at her with its beady eyes as her hooves splintered and cracked apart. Large bird talons seemed to unveil themselves from her legs as the sounds of crows filled flurried around her.

Then it stopped, the sound silencing in an instant. Prospect looked at her hooves again; like before they were normal.

Exiting the garden, Prospect proceeded forward. She covered her eyes as she pushed through a door, suddenly being blinded by the bright light of the sky. Having finally exited the Fraternal Brotherhood, Prospect gave a sigh of relief. She looked forward, spotting the Monument Island gateway.

It was nearby; she only needed to jump a few hooks to get there. And so she did, flying to and through between buildings and hooks until she reached the station for the for the gateway.

The surprisingly little presence of the guard on her way there, merely a single royal guard standing watch outside the entrance of the station. The guard was quickly dealt with after Prospect made a surprise attack on her from above, using her back wheel to pounce on the unsuspecting guard, knocking her out.

Prospect stretched her wings before entering the station, "I'll say it, all this jumping is real pain in the wings."