"You have to trust someone to be betrayed. I never did."
Captain John Price
"Hey Katherine, how's it going? I see you managed to keep your mechanical arm in one piece"
"Jonathan Burton, I see you managed to stay out of the mental institute, some of your *ideas* are more than mere toys you know"
"Only for you, ma'm, you're the one that showed the whole damn galaxy that my prosthetics work as intended, not only that, but you managed to save the Citadel on more than one occasion"
"Yeah, and one of those instances is where you 'accidentally' chopped off my arm"
"Ohh, yeah, please don't bring it up, I wasn't quite into it when you found me there"
"Really? Last I remember I found you swinging that fire ax at me and managed to chop my arm off in the first swing. You're damn lucky that the wound was sealed and that it was not my good arm"
"Yeah, I know, no need to bring it up, so how's the new arm doing?"
"Alright, it certainly responds to commands quickly, and it has as much speed as my other arm, almost makes me want to have the other replaced"
"I can certainly help with that!"
"You try to pull the same stunt again I will put a bullet through that mess of a brain you have" I grabbed his shirt and hauled him to the point where his toes barely touched the ground, he replied "easy, easy there, sweetheart! I was only kidding around!"
"Fine, but I will mount your head on the CIC of my ship and then space the body if you try to crack a joke like that"
"alright, alright, geez, can't you take a joke now and again?"
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"There is a realm of existence so far beyond your comprehension you cannot even imagine it"
Sovereign
"Mistress, I brought your test subject, she's barely alive, perfect for what you have in mind"
"Thank you, get her ready and transport her here"
The stallion bowed before her, and quickly left the lab. Nightmare Moon tapped her hoof on the cold moonstone impatiently as her materials laid out before her; small squares of steel, titanium, Mythril, rubber, glass and several plastics were ordered across the floor in a circular pattern, with thick rings of gold sandwiching the materials. Several lines of copper connected a series of generators around the ring to the middle, the copper wires spread an inch apart. Her idea was solid, in theory, but put into practical use, none of her volunteers were able to stay alive during the process, and she hoped that a near-dead subject that has no natural magic would be more malleable to the change. The doors slammed open as the cot carrying her test rushed into the room and put it on the floor, the ends of the cabling almost touching her body, the cot sliding smoothly out from under, allowing the body to rest on the floor, allowing the medical ponies to leave Nightmare Moon to her own experiments. Nightmare Moon levitated a few vials into the circle, pouring a coal-water mixture on the steel and letting it seep into the porous metal, one of the vials had a liquid that would deflagrate when struck with a heat source, which she set next to the wires, another was filled to the brim with a conductive liquid, which was poured over the wires, causing them to spark and shoot bolts of electricity towards any nearby conductive surface. The third and final liquid was more like corn syrup in it's consistency, a special concoction of her own to allow this one to sense and use magic, which was slowly fed to the subject.
Once the vials were completely empty, NIghtmare Moon stood back and formed the spell in her mind, picturing every necessary component in the spell, with a little bit of spiritual magic added to drive a small crack into the ball holding back the vacuum in her soul. The spell coalesced into the energy around her horn as a small tendril snaked it's way across everything around the girl, each of the materials instantly liquefying and mixing together, and she kept summoning more of each material, while at the same time lifting the silvery mass over her. The ball of all the different components soon started to touch the floor, feeding itself the energies required to increase in size. With one part out of the way, Nightmare Moon concentrated on the girl, using a special funnel spell to channel the ever-weakening body to the mass, absorbing the physical confines and allowing the spirit to become the controlling force of the ball. The flesh melted away, leaving behind the green strands of the magic-locked subject to be implemented, but first, she had to break that barrier, lest the ball will become a mess on the floor and the experiment will be another failure. Using her energies, she poked and prodded the barrier, looking for the weakness she had made earlier, but found the crack was a lot smaller than she though. Again channeling the proper spell into her horn, she unleashed a stronger blast of spiritual magic at the barrier, finding it to have gained a larger crack, but not with much progress, as the shield was very thick, and the cracks were not very deep. Instead of using brute force, she looked around for an opening, discovering that a very high-traffic opening in her mind, and since the body was cleaned out, the mind was busy looking for any sensory input. With that small opening in mind, she lifted the hefty orb of metal and plastic, and held it below the soul, and began gently lifting it up. Timing would have to be perfect to get this right, one second too soon and the soul will evaporate, one second too late and the soul will be destroyed by the sphere. Right before the sphere touched the soul, she applied her pressure, and with a glassy smash, the barrier shattered and the magic-deprived soul began taking in any magic it could find, and the sphere happily obliged, feeding the soul the proper energies, letting it integrate into the bubbling and roiling mixture.
With this part finished, there is nothing more she can do to expidite the procedure, only time will tell if her creation will come to fruition. Almost about to leave the room, she could hear something coming from the mass. Looking behind her, she found that it had begun to sing, and sang it did, quickly closing the door before it could become any louder, it sang "If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're SICK OF IT
"Read everything you do, don't seem to matter, you try but it's no use your world is getting blacker
"When every time you fail, have no answer, every empty promise made, is a reminder
"No one can make this better, take control it's now or never
"ARE YOU SICK OF IT? RAISE YOUR HANDS"
And with those final words two arms emerged from the top of the sphere, held high over the vertex, the lyrics being so similar to a song Nightmare once heard she began to sing along
"GET RID OF IT! OH THERE'S A FIGHTING CHANCE!"
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"ARE YOU OVER IT, PUT IT DEAD, HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH WITH IT?"
"Take a staaand"
"RAISE YOUR HANDS!"
The time passed had allowed the figure to form, a very lithe, very tall female that began to move around the room with the grace of a Pegasus, her silvery-gold skin shining in the little light in the room, her hands moving across each generator and sucking them dry of energy, fueling a secondary transformation, a long, thin horn began jutting out of her head as two giant wings emerged from her back, and a smaller pair grew on her heels. Her eyes opened up and shone like two flashlights, glowing with a pearl-white sheen, and her body looked vaguely similar to the previous one...
[Jane POV]
I stopped prancing around the room signing to my favorite song when I realized that someone was watching me. Coming to a halt, I gazed around the room with an energy I had no clue I had, nothing passing my gaze as my eyes scanned the room, silently thanking whoever installed lights into my skull as two white disks followed my field of vision. Eventually I had my sights on a rather smug-looking horse, 'cuse me, pony, her teal eyes boring into my own as we both grinned at the song, and said aloud "Sick of It"
I clapped my hand over my mouth as she mimicked my words, right down to the timing, but my hand went right through my jaw, while hers went into her mouth. Looking down at what I could I found that my skin changed to a silvery color, similar to high-carbon steel while I gained a golden sheen, though with the fact that my hand went right into my jaw with little effort or resistance, I knew that there was more. Almost as if she was reading my mind, she said "would you like a little light and a mirror?" as she lit several torches along the walls, and summoning a mirror from nothing. Had I not been gawking at what I looked like, I would have questioned her how she managed to get a mirror to appear from thin air
