E-Q-stria

by BitTune

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Princess Luna, Comedy, Adventure, Discord, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Human, Main 6
Length: 2086

When a team of strange ponies(?) appears in Equestria, a little more is learned about Discord.

Jean-Luc Picard has explored strange new worlds and boldly gone where no one has gone before, but when he and a number of his crew are transported into a world of magic and colorful quadrupeds by a familiar foe, they begin to...ugh, I'm no good at this. Tl;dr the TNG crew is transported into Equestria.

Alright, this is another blast from the past. In fact, when I started writing this, the Season 2 premiere hadn't even aired. Obviously, I added more on since then. Rated T just in case of Star Trek-y things.

Published 2012-10-23 20:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-23 20:30:01 UTC

Chapter 1

The depths of space were quiet as ever. The vast expanse had a sense of surreal tranquility, almost complete emptiness except fiery clumps of hydrogen and helium undergoing nuclear fusion, suspended in mid-space, nearly completely still.

Through this tranquil expanse rumbled the Enterprise NCC-1701-D, the flagship of the United Federation of Planets. Majestically sailing through this void like a great wooden ship on water, about as much was going on within her as without.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard, having left his bridge to his First Officer, had retreated to his quarters to continue a book about exoarchaeology which he had never before found the time to finish. The book provided an interesting diversion for about forty-five minutes, but after that he quickly found himself…unoccupied again. He tapped his combadge.

“Picard to Engineering.”

“La Forge here.”

“Geordi, how long until the holodecks are back online?”

“Not for a while, sir,” crackled the voice on the other end. “It seems as soon as we had untied one knot, we discovered another one in a completely different part of the system. The good news is that I’d say we’re about 75% done. The bad news is that it’s going to take at least another five or six hours to take care of this one.”

The captain sighed. “Thank you, Mr. La Forge.” The holodecks had been offline for a few days now. Fortunately, it was a nonessential system which had failed, plus they had plenty of time to fix it, seeing as even at Warp 5 it would take them about three more days to get to Starbase 229. Unfortunately, the lack of holodecks made most everybody on the Enterprise, to use a technical term, bored out of their skulls.

Captain Picard, for lack of anything better to do, made his way back onto the bridge of his ship. Everything there was exactly the way it was when he had left it. Nobody seemed to have even moved.

“Has anything come up, Number One?”

“Negative, Captain,” replied Riker.

There was a pause, and then Riker tapped his combadge.

“Riker to La Forge.”

“La Forge here.”

“How long do you think until the holodeck systems are—“

“Five or six hours,” the captain finished in a bored monotone. “I’ve already asked him.”

There was a long pause again.

“With your permission, Captain, I’d like to say something.”

“By all means, Number One.”

“Ever since the holodeck went down, things have been rather…dull…on the Enterprise.

“Oh, I agree totally, Number One.”

“As do I!” chimed in an all-too-familiar voice.

A theatrical whooshing filled the room, and once again the members of the bridge crew were face-to-face with one of their greatest adversaries.

“Q, what the hell are you doing on my ship!?” barked Picard.

“Well, you have nothing to do, and your primitive little houses of mirrors are broken, so I thought I’d drop by and spice things up a bit!” Smug as usual, the entity put on a false look of indignance. “And you’re treating me like this?? Why, the NERVE! I thought I’d be welcomed here!

“Q, you know you’re about as welcome here as smallpox,” Riker snapped. “Now, get off the ship—NOW!”

“Oh, why do you have to be so…unfriendly all the time?? Why is it that you never welcome me?”

“Q, you tried to put us on trial for the crimes of humanity, you forced us into contact with a hostile race with technology far superior to our own, you are IRRESPONSIBLE and ERRATIC and ARROGANT and CONNIVING—"

“All right, I did some things that were not so nice! But can’t you forgive me?

“Q, that little incident with the Borg nearly DESTROYED the entire Federation! Because of that incident, you put the very existence of COUNTLESS SPECIES in jeopardy!!”

“And I am truly sorry for that, mon capitan!”

“Hmph!” A grumbling voice gave a snort of skeptical derision.

The Q turned around. “Ah, my dear Klingon! I do hope that you’ll be able to forgive me for all the nasty things I’ve said about you...if your species has any such concept, that is!”

The Klingon gave a low growl, causing the omnipotent entity to grin even more. The Q then turned around and addressed the rest of the bridge with a put-on look of disappointment.

“I truly am SHOCKED, SHOCKED and APPALLED, at the way that all of you treat someone who’s only trying to be friendly! All of you...you, Picard, could use a lesson or two on the value of friendship!”

“Since when did you know anything about ‘friendship’!? You’re DETESTED across the galaxy!”

“Oh, you’d be surprised, mon capitan!”

Picard was about to make a rebuttal, then sighed and decided that it wasn’t worth it. He sat down in his chair.

“Okay, Q, since you obviously have no intention of leaving...what is your little game now?”

“There’s BIG ADVENTURE! TONS of FUN!” Q beamed, characteristically theatrically. “And what’s more...” He leaned into the Captain’s face. “Magic makes it all complete,” he concluded in a whisper.

“‘Magic’?” muttered the Captain.

“Ah. Illusion, sleight of hand, perhaps the perceived reaction to technology far superior to one’s own native technology--”

“Oh, no no no no no, dear Data, you’ve got it all wrong!” The Q interrupted. “This kind of magic is very, very real. More real than any diversion you’d find on your ‘holodecks’.”

“MAGIC DOES NOT EXIST,” stated the Captain firmly, standing up from his chair.

Q smiled. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Picard, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” The entity snapped his fingers, and the crew of the bridge vanished in a flash of white light.

It was quiet in the Sculpture Garden today, and Hayseed the gardener was tending to the hedges of the garden’s labrynth. He then noticed something--or rather didn’t notice something--in the corner of his eye. He stopped his work and turned to look at the empty space behind him.

“Hay,” he said to himself out loud. “didn’t there used to be a statue or something here?”

Chapter 2

In a split second, Picard found himself outdoors somewhere, still staring into Q’s smug visage.

“And you’re expecting us to believe that this is magic?” Picard snarled, his temper reduced to nothing but cinders. “Some...fancy form of transportation or illusion that we haven’t yet fully worked out the mechanisms for?”

“Oh, no, not that, although if you looked at yourselves now, maybe you’d wonder--”

The Q’s smug retort was interrupted by an unearthly bellow behind the captain.

“Ah, I see Worf’s found out what he looks like.”

The captain glared at Q, even though by now he was used to his officers being insulted.

“No, really! I mean it! Turn around and look!”

The captain turned around to find that the source of the noise was coming from a strange creature in a group of many. This particular one was dark brown, a rather muted color compared to all the others, and it was rearing up on its hind legs and bellowing--no, not bellowing...was it...saying something?

“NO!!! NO!!! I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!”

“...Worf?!” The captain addressed the voice that he knew to be of his chief security officer.

The beast’s head turned, and, seeing the face of the entity who had transformed him, seethed with rage and uttered a low growl.

“Oh, I must say, this IS an improvement!” The Q grinned in a condescending manner. “Much better than that ugly Klingon form--oh, Worf, let me just say that you make an ab-so-lute-ly adorable little Pony!”

This rose the beast’s level of rage even higher, a feat that nobody at the time deemed possible. Slowly it stepped back, not taking eyes off its assailant. The beast then stopped, uttering a snort of fury.

“I.”

The beast began to move forward, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.

“Am NOT.”

The entity stood (for he had been crouching previously), not making eye contact with the enraged animal, and in affected nonchalance began to inspect his fingernails.

“A.”

The trot became a canter, and the canter became a gallop.

“LITTLE.”

The gallop became faster and faster, exceeding speeds that anyone had expected of the creature. Its head tilted downwards, but its eyes never left the Q. Still it ran. Harder and harder, faster and faster...

“PONY!!!”

At the last second, the Q vanished in a flash, causing the animal in momentum to ram head-first into a tree. The Q rematerialized as abruptly as he had vanished, leaning against another tree, giving a slow clap.

“Oh, well done, Worf! You hit that tree spot on! You know, I think I know somepony who might be interested in your services, as...limited as they may be.”

The beast turned again, still snorting and growling, attempting to once again ram into the Q, the second attempt meeting with the same results.

“Careful, Worfie, you don’t want to kill any more brain cells than you already have.” The entity was once again at the first tree. The beast backed up again, intending to repeat the process, but was interrupted by the voice of the captain.

“Worf, that’s enough,” the captain barked authoritatively. The look in the brown beast’s eyes changed from one of rage to an expression of confusion and perhaps fear.

“...Captain?”

“That’s an order, Mr. Worf,” the captain said in the same tone.

“...Aye, sir...but do you realize--!”

“Aaand that’s my exit cue,” said the entity, shifting his weight back to his feet. “I’ll see you around, Picard.” He gave the captain a friendly rub on the head, turned around and vanished once again.

“Q--” the captain called after the entity. Then he stopped. Something wasn’t right. He looked down at the ground between his legs. A pair of peach-colored cylinders were the only thing he could see other than the grass beneath his...his...

“Q, what the devil...” The captain turned around to the herd of creatures behind him. He looked at them, then turned to the Worf-creature. It was quadrupedal, with a blunt, nearly rectangular muzzle and a large pair of dark, angry eyes. On its forehead was a rather familiar ridged pattern. The rest of the body seemed largely undefined, all a solid brown except for a mark on the haunch in the shape of a bat’leth.

“Am I...” the captain asked the creature.

“...yes,” the creature returned bluntly.

“But...what the devil are we?”

“Q called Worf a ‘pony’, but he does not look like any equine that I am familiar with.” A light yellow creature, seemingly of the same species, stepped out from the herd. Its black mane was closely cropped, and there was the mark of what appeared to be a calculator on its haunches. Its golden eyes were alive with a sort of reserved inquisitiveness.

“Whatever this is, I don’t want to be one,” grumbled the brown Klingon-Pony.

“Well, we might as well play along with Q’s little game,” said a crimson stallion, sporting what seemed to be a beard. “The sooner we appease him, the sooner we can get the hay back to our ship.”
Picard and the other creatures stared at the stallion at this remark.
“What?”

A dark-eyed violet creature broke the awkward silence with a soft laugh. “I...I’m sorry, but did you just say ‘get the hay back to our ship’?” This creature had a softer and less angular face, a long dark mane and a noticeable protrusion from its forehead.

“What? No! I...” The red stallion blinked. “...I said,” he spoke slowly and clearly. “...’get...the...hay... back...to......our....ohhhh...horseapples.’”

At this the captain himself couldn’t help but let a small smile appear on his face. The violet mare allowed her smile to grow bigger, and a tan creature with its eyes obstructed by a visor broke into an audible chuckle.

“I...think...I’ll just shut up now...” said the red stallion, clearly embarrassed by his rather odd turns of phrase.

“Your expressions are forgiven, Number One, considering the circumstances we’re in...” The captain smiled, deciding that this was one of those situations in which he would have to once again “bow to the absurd”.

“So, what do we do now?” asked the visored Pony.

“There appears to be a town about a half-mile to the west of us,” stated the yellow-eyed stallion. “It would be a reasonable assumption that Q would expect us to go there.”

“Make it so, Mister...er, Mister Data,” said the captain. The group--or “herd”, as it were--set off in the direction of the town.