The sun, the moon and the flamed truck.
"What is this thing doing here?" a guard asked his collegue. "Something like this should belong is a museum, or something."
"I know, right?"
It was a nice day at the NEST base in Washington DC, but suddenly a golden chariot appeared at the entrance.
"Should I radio... her?" the first one asked.
"No way, man. She scares me!"
"Yeah, me too."
"Let me radio Prime." the second guard said after a long pause.
"Yes, good idea. The thought of... her, scares me honestly more than a giant robot." The first ine responded.
"Hey, give me that!" An angry woman commanded.
"Only if you promise to not use it on me... again!" a silver roadster responded while driving through the vehicle hangar, avoiding crates and soldiers, getting away from the woman.
"Sideswipe, what seems to be the problem?" a giant green robot asked the silver roadster.
"That Mearing lady decided it was a good idea to hit him with a brown leather bag." a soldier answered.
"Dutch cow?" a mechanic, who was working on fixing a Humvee, asked.
"Dutch cow." the soldier confirmed with a nod.
"When does he learn that he cannot simply use her helicopter for target practice?" the green robot shook his head. "This is the third one this week."
"Easy there, Ratchet. It is just his way to tell her that he does not like her." an even larger robot said.
"Prime? Do you read?" a voice could be heard from the larger robot his commlink.
"Loud and clear, soldier!" he responded.
"Someting just appeared in front of us. We think you would want to see it."
"On my way." Prime acknowledged while moving to the front of the building.
When prime arrived at the entrance in his truck form, he could not believe his optic sensors: a pure gold chariot, straight out of the Roman empire.
Before someone could say a thing, Prime gave a command.
"Open the crate in the chariot."
The two guards opened the crate inside the chariot with their knives, only to reveil a letter and two organic creatures on a blanket, sleeping.
"What does the letter say?" one guard asked his partner, who took it from the crate.
He read out loud:
For the one who finds this, must raise these two goddesses: Celestia and luna.
Teach them to raise the sun and the moon, to become real royalty and to be responsible for their subjects, to care for them and to fight for their land.
If they have reached the appropriate age to rule, pull this chariot to the castle.
Princess Mary Sue
When the guard stopped reading, a song could be heard, becoming louder with the second.
"Bumblebee, slow down, you have won!" a thick Italian accent said, coming from a red Ferrari chasing a yellow Camaro.
They just drove through the entrance, into the hangar.
"Well, that was random." the guard said.
"Eeeeyup" a low Southern accent said from seemingly nowhere.
The guards had a WTF look on their face, while one could almost see the truck frowning.
Prime turned around and ordered: "Connect the chariot to my bumper, these are my daughters now."
The two soldiers connected the chariot to the truck and Prime took off to the hangar.
"Dafuq just happened?" one guard asked.
"Seems to me like we have a new father in our midst, and it aint you, dumbass."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Optimus, what are those?!" Ratchet asked.
"These are my daughters, old friend. since there is really no use for my skills on this world, I figured: why not do something productive?"
One of the two goddesses opened her eyes, looked at her little sister and then at Optimus Prime. Being scared of the large robot, she immedeatly started to cry.
The sound of a crying toddler could be heard throughout the entire base, and attacted the attention of 'that Mearing lady', if not the other people in the base.
An entire crowd was surrounding the little goddesses, covering their own ears.
"What are those?"
"Could someone please silence this thing?"
And other things could be heard among the crowd.
"Prime, if you are going to be a father, YOU MUST RECOGNISE WHEN A CHILD IS BEING UNCOMFORTABLE!" Ratchet yelled in Prime's auditory sensors.
Optimus, reacting quickly after the yelling, picked up his newly aquired daughter, and put her on his hand. Slowly moving his hand, the little pony calmed down. She looked Prime in his optic sensor for about a minute.
She began smiling, making the large war-machine feel warm inside. He could not prevent a smile forming on his own faceplate.
"Daddy?" The little white goddess managed to ask.
"Yes, Celestia?" Optimus replied with a warm smile.
"You are my daddy?" Celestia asked. To wich the giant robot replied: "Yes, my dear Celestia, and Luna´s too."
Celestia looked down at her still sleeping sister.
"Luna." She said. "Wake up."
The smaller goddess opened her eyes, looking up at her big sister.
"Down." Celestia said to Optimus.
Optimus slowly lowered his hand for his eldest daughter to jump off safely to her little sister.
Celestia jumped off of Prime´s hand to her sister, and said: "That is daddy." pointing her hoof at Optimus.
Luna looked at her new father, she smiled.
"What is that smell?" a mechanic asked.
Everyone looked at the little ponies. Luna became a bit uncomfortable and tears began forming in her eyes.
"I did a smelly." Celestia said proudly.
This was going to be a loooong day.
The sun, the moon and the flamed truck.
"Daddy, where is everyone going?" Luna asked the large semi-cab she and her sister stood besides.
It was four years since Celestia and Luna arrived and Optimus became their new father.
Nest was no longer needed and was considered a loss of taxes, that could be better used to fund operations in Third world countries.
Celestia was now six years old and Luna four, both wearing customized, old dresses.
The base was being emptied, soldiers were putting all equipment in large sea-containers, wich were being put on trucks, ready to be sold to the highest bidder.
The Autobots were unwillingly helping them, because they will be stored away in a secret base, when this is over.
Optimus could not talk to his daughters. He was trying to convince the president to let him stay with his little girls, in an E-mail.
"Alright, load them up!" a man shouted from a plane.
"No! Let us stay with our dad!" Celestia shouted back.
Another man walked up to her, this one was dressed in a fancy suit.
"Do not worry, little lady. We are going to give you two a new home." He said.
Suddenly, Prime spoke up. "Let me stay with my daughters, they are my responsibility! You are not allowed to separate a family, unless a valid reason is given, and I do not see one!"
"Well, what about a truck looking after two possibly dangerous aliens!" The man answered.
"I can be more dangerous, if separated from the ones I hold dear." Primes voice dripping with venom, suddenly going into Stealth-force mode, aiming his weapons at the man in suit.
The man kept a neutral expression on his face, while it was clear he was scared by the dark colour of his pants suddenly becoming darker around the crotch area.
"I will try to come to an agreement with the council, to keep you together." He said, his voice bland and his muscles tensing.
"Good." Optimus said with a dark voice.
Then, Prime opened his driver-side door.
"Celestia, Luna, get in!" He said. "We are leaving."
"Where?" the little ponies asked simultaneously.
"Home..."
Trusting their dad, the both flew in, Celestia taking a spot on the bed and Luna riding shotgun.
Suddenly Optimus drove out of the base, not caring if he destroyed some military equipment, and accelerated to the edge of the city, leaving everyting behind to raise his daughters.
Driving south for a few hours, they came to a halt: the alicorns were hungry and there was no food in the truck.
"Alright, you know the drill." Optimus said. "Celestia, get in the drivers seat. A few miles away is a McDonalds, I am gonna use the drive-in and you order four large salads. Use the money in the glove-compartment."
"Yes sir!" Celestia saluted when she seated herself behind the steering wheel.
'And who said raising girls in the military was a bad idea?' Optimus thought to himself.
When they arrived at the drive-in, a young female asked through a headset what they wanted to order, to wich Celestia answered: "Four large salads!"
"That´ll be it?"
"Yes!" Luna said happily.
"Allright. drive around the corner to make your payments."
When driving around the corner, a young man was waiting with the food for the little girls, when he was stunned to see this gigantic truck stop infront of him.
"That... That´ll be t-twenty dollars p-p-please."
"There you go!" Celestia floated the money over and took the bags with the salads with her magic.
While the little princesses were enjoying their lunch, the manager of the restaurant was furious.
"Who took the gate for the drive-in! Who do I have to fire to let a freaking truck use the drive-in!?"
The sun, the moon and the flamed truck.
it has been a few days since leaving the NEST base in Washington. Optimus didn't have a destination in mind, he just wanted a good home for his daughters and he knew that when the humans were getting their hands on them, they were being disected in a lab.
Celestia and Luna were sound asleep, not noticing when their father left the highway for a bumpy dirtroad.
"There must be a place where we can live without the government knowing it." the truck said to himself.
Just as the big rig felt some asphalt under his tires, the alicorn duo woke up.
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Meanwhile, in equestria
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Princess Twilight couldn't believe what Mary Sue said to her all those years ago. She couldn't believe that the most powerfull of ponies could be pony-napped. Now she just kept silent about it.
The new princess was powerfull, loved by many ponies and made Equestria what it could have been under Celestia's rule: the most wealthy country on the planet. 'But why aren't the ponies happy?'
"Princess twilight Sparkle! Princess Twilight Sparkle!" a stallion ran to the lavender alicorn.
"What is it now, advisor." the princess replied.
"The Chrystal Empire wants to start a war!"
"This is the second time this week." Twilight sighed.
"No worries, sister. I will take care of it." a black alicorn with a red mane and bat-wings stepped forward from the shadows of the throne.