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Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons By Somber
Chapter 59: Turbulence "I simply cannot imagine why the pegasus ponies
would schedule a dreadful downpour this evening and ruin what could have been a glorious sunny
day." The Fleur floated whisper-quiet through the
air as we cut our way through the clouds, the wet vapor coating everything in a layer
of shininess. Occasionally, we passed into a dip in the upper surface of the clouds and
broke into open sky. Scotch Tape and P-21 ignored Glory's warnings against staring at
the sun, marveling at the amazing azure that arched overhead. For me, on the other hoof,
looking up produced a feeling much like looking down. I envied both of them; they'd shaken
99's agoraphobia far more quickly than I, if they'd ever had it to begin with. Boo also
seemed quite impressed by the sun and stretched out her hoof as if she could nudge the glowing
orb aside. Of course, then we would plunge into the clouds once more. It was definitely
for the best, though, as we'd spotted at least one Raptor off to the northwest.
As we were crossing another of the cloud valleys, my attention turned to Lancer, who was keeping
to himself by the rail. I trotted over, and I noticed him leaning away a little more with
every step I took. "Oh, stop. I've already got my curse cooties all over you," I teased
as I sat down beside him. That certainly didn't cheer him up, so I commented on the sky. Sure,
looking up gave me problems, but if I just stared down the valley at the horizon... "Celestia,
that's beautiful," I said as the sun washed over us. Then I glanced back over at him and
saw his indifferent shrug. "You don't think so?"
"It's the sun. I've seen it before," he commented quietly, then met my skeptical gaze. Huffing
softly, he rolled his eyes. "Do you think your pegasi keep our homelands cloud-covered
as well? Sun. Moon. Stars. I've seen all the skies have to offer." He turned away, but
then added, "It is... nice." "Right. Nice," I said, feeling the awkwardness
grow. To spare him, I averted my eyes. "So, what are they like? Your lands, I mean."
"Save your breath, Maiden. I have no wish to speak with you. I hate and despise everything
you are," he growled. P-21 and Glory looked over at us as he began to build up steam.
"You are the ruination of everything you come in contact with. You... did you see what you
just did? You kill Goddesses!" "That wasn't my kill, Lancer," I countered,
frowning at him. "The Stable Dweller got the Goddess. I was just along for the ride."
"Yes! Along! Wherever you are, death and destruction follow!" he said, then looked around, his
eyes widening. "I want to land. Let me off." "You get off when we're clear of any Raptors.
If we drop below the cloud layer, we'll be visible for miles." Glory said, trotting up
and looking around at the Fleur. "I talked to Storm Front during the Gala about it. Raptor
radar is tuned to detect high-density objects like dragons, flying tanks, mountains, and
missile casings. If they get a return off the Fleur, they'll hopefully chalk it up to
two-century-old radar systems and write it off as a glitch."
"They could not detect our Tempest," Lancer sneered at her. Oh... that didn't sound good.
"That was a myth," Glory countered with a sweep of her hoof. "Living storms do not exist."
"Keep telling yourself that," Lancer replied with a smug look. "You ponies had your 'Thunderheads'.
We awakened the storm itself." "Do you have anything like that now?" I interjected.
"Or is this a two-century-old prickwaving dickfight of who had the deadliest toys?"
He cooled a bit, seemingly caught between discretion and arrogance. "Well, Thunderheads
still exist," he commented with false levity. "Right..." I turned to Glory. "And these were..."
Glory sighed, rubbing the bridge of her muzzle with a wingtip. "According to some conspiracy
nuts, balefire bombs weren't the only megaspells in the zebra arsenal. Only the most prolific.
There were rumors... myths... war stories... right before the end that the zebras had used
megaspells to create super talismans that... well... had excessive effects. Whole mountains
that would advance on pony positions. Living storms and cyclones. Behemoths of vegetable
matter." She then glared at Lancer and tapped his chest. "But they were just stories. They're
used as plot devices in our war dramas!" "The superweapons of your side still exist.
Why do you suppose that ours do not?" he retorted with a scowl. "Ponies were right to attack
first before we could deploy them offensively. The elemental forces were encased within the
greatest talismans ever created, and those could then be smuggled into your greatest
cities or fired on missiles into the heart of your lands."
"Oh, so the ability to devastate an entire city wasn't enough? What could your mega talismans
do that your balefire bombs couldn't?" Glory asked with a roll of her eyes.
"Go off more than once while not targeting us," Lancer retorted grimly. "A Tempest would
tear your clouds apart and break your control of the weather. A Behemoth could prowl through
your forests, hiding like a hillock during the day and savaging your towns by night.
A Colossus would walk over your armies, resisting any megaspell you threw at it. And when the
war was over, we could use them to reconstruct and rebuild."
"But... why?" I asked, pleading for him to see the madness of it all.
"We knew that the balefire deterrent wasn't going to last! Someday you'd have all your
megaspells ready, and you'd attack. And you did!" he snapped, pointing a hoof at her.
"In an instant, Roam was gone! The fire still burns! You liquefied the Atori Islands in
minutes! Millions dead, and the radioactive slag is still toxic today! And that, by our
accounts, was from just one megaspell! You turned the sun against us! Why would we not
turn the sky and land itself against you?" "And you have one of these... mega-talismans?"
I asked lightly, afraid that the Legate was going to move up several orders of magnitude
in importance very quickly. Maybe it was something in my eyes. Maybe it was something in my tone.
But Lancer seemed to realize very quickly that I was shifting my priorities against
the Remnant. "...no." He said the word like he was extracting
a tooth. "Father sent representatives back to the homeland to find one. We'd not made
more than a dozen before the spells struck. If we'd had another year..."
"We'd have had some other horrifying superweapon to terrorize you with," I replied... but maybe
we wouldn't have. Maybe Twilight would have resigned... maybe Rarity and her other friends
with her. Maybe the war effort would have collapsed. Maybe one of the zebra weapons
would bite them in the ***. Something had to break, sooner or later. I scowled at him.
"You guys weren't any different from ponies. Always looking for that one thing that would
let you win. That one advantage. That one... whatever... that'd let you kill more ponies
than zebras. You used dragons. We made Raptors. We made power armor. You make armor-piercing
bullets. We made megaspells. You made balefire bombs. We made Thunderheads. You made Tempests."
I hissed sharply through my teeth. "It's annoying." "Yes, well, you've never had to deal with
a pony who defies everything thrown at her," Lancer countered.
"Excuse me?" I asked, my eyes widening. "You always win," he said with a scowl.
"I do not... always... win..." I muttered, glaring back at him. The tension inside me
began to grow more acute. I looked over at my friends, but even they seemed unsure how
to respond. That made the wires in my head draw even tighter, and then Lancer laughed
harshly. "Oh, please. Deus faced you, and now he serves
you. Sanguine opposed you, and now he's dead. The Harbingers brought all they could, and
you've fought them off time and time again. You just survived a balefire bomb!" he declared.
"What more can be thrown at you?" "I don't always win!" I shouted at him, springing
atop him and yelling in his face. "I only survived the bomb because of my friend, and
I lost her! I saved my stable only to have to kill it! Beating Sanguine didn't bring
Priest back! I broke the link, then had to kill forty helpless children." Every win came
at a price, and honestly, looking back, it sometimes made me wonder if I'd been right
to win at all. I wanted to rage! Damn this body! Pant! Gasp!
I wanted a heartbeat to thunder! I wanted to feel like something other than a machine.
Suddenly, I realized his face was screwed up in pain as my metal hooves ground his body
into the deck. Just as quickly, I backed off. "Sorry..." I muttered. "I just... I don't
always win. Not... not like you think." He glowered at me but was apparently uninjured.
"I hate you," he growled. "I hate all of you," he said as he glared at each of us on the
ship. "Especially you," he added with a look at me. I sighed and dropped my eyes; oh, well.
He wasn't the first. Then an unexpected voice spoke up.
"Let's take this topic off Blackjack. You want to talk about hate?" P-21 asked casually
as he stepped up towards the larger zebra. Lancer seemed surprised by P-21's advance.
"I know a thing or two about hate. You know what I've hated? I hated seeing a dozen helpless
zebras, some of them children, being gunned down by a coward. I hated seeing him shoot
the pony who'd saved their lives, and his, in the back. I hated and will always hate
any world in which *** like him could get away with that."
Oh Celestia, they were doing this now? "Coward?! How da--" Lancer began, and then P-21 swung
his head around and smashed Persuasion across Lancer's face. The surprised zebra fell down,
looking at him in shock and rage. But there was no bellowing rage in P-21, only a cold
hatred I hadn't seen in weeks. "You are a coward. You're afraid of everything.
You kill from hiding where you can't be seen and from a distance where you won't be hurt.
You're afraid of Blackjack, what she can do and what she represents. You're afraid of
powers beyond your control. You're afraid of your own father. You're afraid of everything,
but most of all you're afraid to admit it," he said as he looked down at Lancer.
"You came to m--" he began again, but he was again silenced by a blow from Persuasion.
This time the zebra blocked the barrel with his hoof, but he still closed his mouth and
stepped back. "Glory went to you," P-21 snapped, "on the
off chance you were behind Blackjack's disappearance. She was desperate. I wanted to implant a grenade
rectally and watch you try and get it out," P-21 seethed, then glanced at me for a moment.
"Blackjack might be able to forgive you. Blackjack lets go of *** that I can't even imagine.
But I don't forgive you, Lancer. I saw a coward *** more than a dozen of his own kind,
including his own mother and sister, in cold blood because he was too afraid to do the
right thing and tell whoever gave that order to go *** himself. Or simply let them live
and then lie about it. You're a coward and a murderer and I don't expect that that will
ever change." Lancer looked like he was about to explode,
but P-21 didn't look away. "You... have no idea..." the zebra said, searching for words.
P-21 actually smiled a little. "Oh? You think that I don't know what it's like to be afraid?
I've been afraid almost every damned day of my life. Afraid for my life. Afraid for the
life of someone I care for. Someone I love. So afraid that I wanted to die just so I wouldn't
have to deal with the fear anymore. And yeah. I hated it too. Hated it and everything that
made me scared. Everything that hurt me was my enemy, and everything hurt me." He glanced
at me again, then back at the zebra. "But hate doesn't make the fear go away, and it
doesn't make you strong. It makes you mean. And that doesn't get you anything but pain
and misery." He pointed a hoof at me. "That mare that you
hate so much? The one you accused of winning all the time? She's gone through stuff that
I can't even imagine, and suffered things that I know nopony should. And she will always
do what is right. Right for her friends. Right for ponies. Right for zebras. Even right for
hellhounds. No matter how much it hurts her or how afraid she is. And sure, she ***
up. But she keeps moving ahead. And as long as she can keep going, I can too. No matter
how afraid I am." I stared at P-21 as he walked away from Lancer,
turning his back on the zebra. Lancer bored a shooty look into his back as the blue stallion
walked over to Scotch Tape and gave her a firm hug. I felt a little lightheaded after
that and stepped between them. "We'll get you down right away," I said to Lancer.
"Don't do me any favors out of pity," he snapped, his eyes full of rage as he glared at the
smaller stallion. Finally, he turned away. "He speaks truthfully... that's what is so
intolerable. I've been afraid of my father every second I've known him. Afraid of his
approval and what it would mean. Afraid of his disappointment. Afraid of his wrath."
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Do you... do you ever think of those you killed,
Blackjack?" "You could say that," I replied. "Especially
the ones that were my fault. Killing someone in self defense is one thing, but someone
dying because of a choice I made... I can't ever forget those. And I hope I never do."
"I see," he muttered. "Your friend was right. It was cowardly of me to slay my own people.
One should never kill the helpless." I closed my eyes, the ghostly tune of a song
returning to memory. I'd thought I'd forgotten, but now I could hear it as if I were singing
it once again. Hush now, quiet now... "You're not the only one who's done that. And you're
right... we never should." Even if they were crazy.
For a moment, he was quiet, and then he said, as he looked off at the clouds, "Father has
a balefire bomb." "I know," I replied. "Xanthe told me."
He glanced at me. "I was... proud... we had it. When we dragged it out of that silo, stabilized
it... I was thrilled. A weapon to end the evil city and the Maiden all at once. But...
he never really said he was going to use it on the city. It was implied, but he talked
about others. Your Goddess. This Red Eye and his army. Something called the S.P.P. up in
the skies. And now, after you two battled, I'm questioning everything he's told me and
what I did for him. And that is what I hate you for most of all. Making me doubt." For
a moment he just stared out at the passing clouds. "I wish that I had been stronger when
we first met. I think I could have caused far less harm."
"Yeah, but if you'd come with us then, you'd have been dragged through a world of misery
and angst. Trust me. You're better off. And you and I would have had sex eventually, and
that would have complicated things with Glory, and--" I started to say when he actually chuckled.
"Maiden, no offense, but your horn aside, you're missing far too many stripes for us
to ever be intimate," he said with an actual honest smile. It looked good on him.
"Oh, really? Cause back at the Society, you didn't seem to mind. Besides," I said with
a smirk, "ever hear of body paint?" Well now, that was quite a look of surprise!
A smack to my backside made me yip, and I turned and grinned sheepishly at Glory. "Oh!
Um! Hi. We were..." Don't say sex. "Talking about sex," Glory finished as she
walked up next to me and sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" In the short term,
the answer was apparently 'smile at her and nuzzle her neck'.
"Well, you were off to a good start," I replied, glancing towards my rear.
Lancer's smile had been replaced by wariness. "I don't think the legends of the Maiden could
cover this part. My mother told me many stories, but none of them mention the Maiden getting
her hindquarters paddled." An image of Princess Luna entered my mind,
and I snickered. Scotch Tape and P-21 approached, though, and the filly asked Lancer, "Can you
tell me more about zebras? I mean, I heard a few things, but most of the lessons in the
stable were about how you were all bloodthirsty barbarians that ate young fillies."
Scotch Tape looked up at P-21 and gave his foreleg a nudge. He glanced at Lancer, turned
away, and finally sighed and said grudgingly, "I have to admit, I'm a little curious about
the zebras as well." Scotch Tape smiled up at her father proudly,
then asked Lancer, "Do you have a wasteland there?"
"Now... wait." Lancer frowned. "I am a warrior, not a storyteller."
"Be both," I suggested. "Can't hurt to branch out, can it?"
He seemed to weigh the choice between telling us and blowing us off, then answered, "Fine.
I suppose I can tell you about our people. Better than hearing just your pony propaganda.
"Ours is a different sort of wasteland. Your wasteland is stark, cold, and empty. Ours
is harsh and wild. Equestria did many terrible things during the war. There are still places
where the megaspells rage. A pillar of fire that wanders a shattered plain of glass, seeking
out any intruders. A city that traps the minds of any who sleep within its limits in endless
dreams. There are many other places where industrial works still poison the land. There
are mines deeper and more vast than any valley, gouged into the earth and now filled with
pollutants. And beasts... some native and others introduced during the war... they stalk
and hunt us. The cities are too dangerous or contaminated to live in. And, of course,
the tribes constantly bicker and fight." "Some things never change," I muttered.
"No," he said harshly. "Some things should not change. Some change should not be allowed."
Lancer met my eye again. "My mother told me stories when I was young of the good times.
Before the war, when the twelve and one tribes worked in unity to survive and prosper. But
all that changed." "Twelve and one?" I asked with confusion.
"I doubt you want to hear the story," he said with a flush. But we did. Soon, we'd moved
over by the wheel so that Scotch Tape could steer while she listened. I didn't know why
Scotch Tape was our designated pilot, but she seemed to be handling steering well enough;
we hadn't hit any mountains yet. We'd even opened a little trapdoor so that Rampage could
listen in as she pedalled below. "Once, there were the sun and the earth. Both
were lonely, but they could not be together for long. Many times the sun came and made
love to the earth, and when he did, life was born. Twelve times they coupled, and each
time a new tribe was born. But then the moon saw their lovemaking and waited till the sun
was away. The moon was wicked and pale, for his illumination was not nearly as bright,
and so he took the earth by force. From the coupling one tribe was born, along with all
the beasts and monsters that hunt under the cover of the darkness. When the sun saw what
the moon had done, he was outraged, and from then on chased the moon across the skies so
he would never get another chance. But occasionally the moon would lay a trap for the sun, and
all the world would turn dark as they battled. But each time, the sun would be victorious
and continue the hunt." Glory looked over at Scotch Tape with an expression
of worry before the filly quipped, "Is this story a little too saucy for you?" Flushing,
Glory returned her attention to Lancer. I gave her a little nuzzle. She gave my ear
a little bite. Ah, good times. If only Lacunae could have been here to share them...
"The twelve tribes are the children of the sun. The one are the children of the moon.
Each coupling, the land gave rise to the tribe. The Achu were born of the high and fiery mountains.
The Propoli in a village. The Carnilia on a fertile plain. The Mendi in a deep wood."
I couldn't help but smile at his tone as he seemed to get into it. "The Zencori were born
on a wind, the Atori on the islands, and the Eschatik in the deserts. Even the southern
snows birthed the Sahaani, and the ice has always borne the springs of steaming water
heated by their passions. The swamps birthed the Orah and the jungles the Tappahani. The
final two, the Logos and the Roamani, were sired in a library and on a battlefield."
"Wait. Sired?" Glory asked skeptically. "I'm pretty sure that violates every code of conduct
in every library I've ever been in." "Nah. All the best libraries have got great
*** going on," Rampage drawled sarcastically from below. "You just have to *** really
quietly." That made us all laugh, and Lancer sighed.
"It is a story. Believe it or don't. The story doesn't care." He snapped his tail and then
smirked. "Or can you ponies tell me your origins with greater veracity?"
He had us there. I had no clue where ponies came from. Everything was rather fuzzy prior
to the Princesses. "Ah..." I looked at Glory, and she gave a little shrug. "Not so much."
"Then accept the story, or I can be silent," he said with a frown. "I'm likely making mistakes
all over. I can't tell stories like Mother, starting everything with 'that reminds me
of a funny story.'" "No no. Go on." I said, mollifying him a little.
"For a time, the twelve tribes lived and spread all across the land. They worked together
to fight the many beasts of the wilderness, but unlike ponies, we did not seek to tame
nature. We respected its might. In the homeland, once, were great tracts of wilderness as far
as a zebra could walk in a year. But then the tribes encountered the children of the
moon. The Propoli invited them into their village. The Mendi healed their wounds. The
Tappahani cooked a fine banquet, the Atori danced, and the Zencori told stories to the
newcomers. But the children of the moon remained aloof, mysterious, and arrogant. They claimed
they had a power greater than all the twelve tribes put together, and that the twelve were
to be slaves of the one. Thus, the twelve went to war with the one.
"For generations they battled, for the children of the moon were numerous, but cold. Hard.
And they had learned many foul magics to bind spirits and souls. Their armor would not fail
and their weapons could not break. Even in death, their mightiest warriors fought on.
They enslaved and killed the twelve in a mad pursuit of their dark powers. Their lies turned
tribe against tribe for a time, and nearly destroyed the twelve. But the twelve rallied,
united, and pushed back. In their desperation, the one tribe called down the power of the
stars themselves... madness. For the stars came. They fell all across the land, shattering
the great and dark cities of the one tribe and the armies of the twelve. But when it
ended, the twelve remained and the one had broken. The twelve cried for blood, but the
earth begged the twelve for mercy, for although they were sired violently, they were still
her children. The One tribe was marked; all who bore their blood would have their stripes
marked in glyphs of warning. And thus the One tribe was named Starkatteri, 'star branded',
and shunned." "What tribe is the Legate?" I asked, curious.
Lancer opened his mouth, then closed it again, frowning. "He is one of the last Achu."
"He is not," Rampage said below, her voice becoming oddly accented. "He does not fight
like an Achu." "He claims he is Achu! Who are you to deny
that, Proditori?" Lancer snapped. "Does that mean you are Achu as well?" P-21
asked. All this talk made me want to say 'bless you'.
Again, the question made him grimace. "No... blood passes from mother to child, not father
to child. I am Zencori." I thought of telling him that his mother was alive, but decided
against it for now. Still, storytelling was a big improvement over killing people. "My
tribe were wanderers and storytellers. We sought the lore of the world. Many came and
settled in Equestria long before the war." "Why did the zebras fight the war?" Glory
asked. "I've never heard your side before." The question seemed to shock him. "You want
to know?" he asked, looking from one to the next, as if he'd never seen ponies interested
in it before. "Our people were not ruled by immortal royalty. We elect a Caesar from the
tribes. All thirteen tribe elders get a vote, and no tribe could have consecutive Caesars."
"Wait, even the evil tribe of star and moons gets a vote?" I asked, surprised.
"Of course. They are a tribe. A cursed, evil, conniving tribe that none would trust, but
a tribe. Their elders used their vote to protect their people from the wrath of the twelve.
Better to keep one's wicked in the open where they can be watched than to force them from
sight where they can be forgotten and allowed to plot in the shadows," Lancer said quite
matter of factly. He continued, "The Last Caesar was elected
admist great controversy. There were four tribes with strong candidates, and each had
three votes. It was the Starkatteri who decided the election, which did the Roamani candidate
no favors. Thus the Last Caesar was terribly weak when he came to power. There was even
talk of breaking tradition and re-voting with only two candidates, but tradition is tradition.
The Roamani are soldiers, one and all. They have fought against dragons, the Mokele, and
other great beasts and reptiles. They did not take the disrespect well.
"When some Atori bandits captured a boat full of pony tourists and demanded a ransom, the
Last Caesar insisted that the Roamani would handle it. But the Atori lived on islands,
and it took much time for the Roamani army to board ships and make the journey. It was
a terrible mistake. A band of a half dozen Achu warriors, or even Atori fighters, would
have sufficed. But the Last Caesar wanted glory and respect. Your princess grew impatient
and sent in the flyers you call the 'Wonderbolts'. They succeeded in freeing the hostages, but
four of the pegasi died. It was a terrible blow to the Last Caesar. There was even talk
of holding a special election to replace him. But tradition is tradition, and he remained.
He treated the pony interference as a terrible insult to our people and demanded that the
trade agreements we signed with your people be suspended."
"So, wait, that's why the war started? One zebra's bruised ego?" Scotch Tape blurted.
"It was more complicated than that," I said. "Equestria was also being pushed into it by
nobles and businessponies who would never actually have to fight a war." This earned
me my own surprised looks. "What? I saw it in a memory orb."
"Cheating unicorns," Rampage muttered below. "For us, the war began with your Princess.
When she seized a coal shipment, it was a great insult to our people. An insult the
Last Caesar used to call for war. At first, only one tribe answered him: the Roamani.
They are a martial tribe, what many think of when they think of the war. Duty and sacrifice
are their creed. The other tribes abstained from war at first, but as the fighting dragged
on, the Propoli eventually joined as well. They were a powerful and influential tribe.
With them came the Carnilia and the Atori. Still, even while we were at war, our mightiest
tribe, the Achu, and our most respected, the Mendi and Logos, spoke against the war," Lancer
said, speaking more now than I ever imagined he could. He had a certain rhythm and tone
that was just pleasing to listen to. "There were zebras who protested the war?"
I said in shock. "Proditor," Rampage said from below over the
squeak of the wheels. "Many, though few declared it so brazenly
as the Proditor. There were Equestrian sympathizers throughout the conflict. Thousands of Mendi,
Eschatik, and Zencori were arrested for their support of the enemy. But you see, the sun
is sacred to us. Many zebras, especially ones who had made Equestria their home, saw your
Princess Celestia as the incarnation of the sun. They questioned the wisdom of fighting
against her. In fact, the fighting had become so terrible that the Last Caesar was nearly
forced to surrender by the other tribes," he said as he bowed his head. "Then the sun
was ambushed by the moon." "You mean Luna taking over?" I asked, remembering
the dream memory of Littlehorn. The dreams of Psalm were now more like memory orbs; I
remembered experiencing them, but the experience was no longer so raw and personal.
He nodded, raising his head up with a glare. "The Princess of the Moon, the Maiden of the
Stars; when we heard she was assuming control, it was the greatest gift to the Last Caesar.
There are tales about the moon and stars' evil back to our creation. From the actions
of the Starkatteri to the horrors of the Maiden." He gave me a very skeptical look. "The first
Maiden of the Stars blackened the world while she was challenged by Celestia. To be fighting
her was... intoxicating. It brought all the tribes fully into the war. Even the Mendi
reluctantly joined, though they constantly called for peace."
"I never really understood that. How could Nightmare Moon keep the sun from rising? Does
the sun really just go away?" Scotch Tape asked with a small frown.
"No no," Glory replied, matter of factly. "The sun and the moon orbit this world, as
do the planets, due to the fundamental attraction of magic. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna
just gave the sun and moons little nudges to keep them moving on time. Since they've...
gone... the length of days and nights has varied year by year. The moon is much closer
than the sun, even though they look about the same size. When the moon and sun are in
the right position, the moon blocks out the sun. Position the moon just right, and it
can darken a large area of the world." She grimaced. "The first time we saw that... well...
it was unsettling, to say the least." "When the Maiden of the Stars took over the
war, the twelve tribes united. It was no longer about bruised pride; this was a war of good
triumphing over evil. With her ascension, the Last Caesar gave greater orders and passed
sweeping laws more radical than any before in the Empire. Always, the justification returned
to defeating the armies of the Maiden. The establishment of the Ministries, the weapons
produced, and the megaspells... all became further justification. And as the death toll
rose, it seemed impossible to surrender." He sighed and frowned. "Truthfully, many felt
the war glorious. Virtuous." "What about trying to abduct Celestia?" I
asked, almost using the word 'assassinate'. "We did not try to abduct her!" he retorted.
"The Mendi, Celestia, and the one mare called Flutterbye all worked to bring an end to the
conflict. They were attempting to help her defect!"
"Defect? Celestia?" P-21 asked skeptically. "Yes. She knew her mistake years after it
was made. If she had left with us and denounced the Maiden, then Equestria would have abandoned
the war. A peace could have been negotiated between her and the twelve tribes that would
have bypassed the Last Caesar entirely!" Lancer said heatedly. "The war would have been over!"
"Funny. Our histories say you attempted to assassinate her," Glory countered, and I groaned.
"Equestrian propaganda," Lancer said with a wave of his hoof, "Something that your Ministry
of Image excelled at." Glory bristled, and even P-21 frowned at the thought of Celestia
betraying her sister and abandoning Equestria to 'save' it.
I couldn't say which was true. Celestia hadn't looked like she'd been all that willing to
be taken, but the zebras also hadn't been outright trying to kill her, from what I'd
seen. I supposed the exact truth would never be known, unless somepony decided to ask Celestia's
ghost. I started to ask another question to head off the argument, but then I saw Boo's
ears twitch. I froze, watching her. Her ears flicked again,
and she frowned, looking at the clouds around us. "Shh!" They continued to argue as Boo's
frown turned fearful. "Shut up!" I snapped, cutting off their squabbling. "Stop pedalling!"
I said briskly down into the guts of the ship. Rampage frowned up at me, but she stopped.
The propellers and wings slowed, then went silent.
"What is it, Blackjack? We're still hours from the lightning rods," Glory said in confusion.
I reached out hoof and silenced her. Boo's ears were still twitching as her pale eyes
peered out at the clouds. She cringed... and at once I was on my hooves and scanning the
clouds myself. Nothing... but they knew the range of E.F.S.
I froze, and the silence deepened. Every ear twitched, and more than a few eyes looked
at me with blatant skepticism. I couldn't hear anything as inertia carried us through
swirling mist. Only Boo's skittish nature and my own creeping mane gave any indication
that anything at all was amiss... That was good enough for me. "Lancer. Put
your cloak on Glory. Now." She scowled. "Blackjack, if you're worried
about detection, we should put it on you!" This was simultaneously with Lancer saying,
"I do not take orders from..." "Put it on her, now," I commanded as the clouds
began to thin. We were drifting into a gap. Lancer gave one last defiant look, then pulled
out his cloak and draped the shimmery garment over Glory. When the blue gemstone clasp was
closed, she seemed to blur away from sight. Scotch Tape reached out with a hoof to where
Glory had stood. "Ooooh," she giggled as the 'air' bunched up under her hoof.
"Scotch Tape, stop poking m--" Glory said as we broke into another open gap between
clouds. On our left, barely beyond range of my E.F.S., was the long, dark form of a Raptor.
Dozens of black specks, wings of power armor, flew in wedge-shaped formations next to the
long, lean, lethal machine. Beyond it, I could make out a second Raptor. I could barely hear
the hum of their motors, somehow muffled from detection. Nothing so big should be so quiet.
"Blackjack!" Scotch Tape warned. I glanced behind me and saw two more on the other side
of the Fleur, one even closer than the first I'd seen. It appeared filled from one end
to the other with red bars. I slowly leaned out, looking down at the silently swooshing
props of a Raptor below us. I looked up past the balloon to see a half dozen beam turrets
pointing down at the tiny Fleur. Two above. Two below. Two to the left. Two to the right.
We were flying smack dab in the middle of a wing of Raptors, any one of which could
reduce the Fleur to kindling. I closed my eyes briefly and then looked back.
From the cloud bank behind us burst the twin muzzles of a great warship's forward energy
cannons, the dark thunderclouds to either side of the following hull trailing streamers
of white. The quiet propellers flung off chunks of cloud as it closed in behind us. Maybe
my luck would have them all be completely blind to the ancient giant purple airship
flying through the air in front of them. That hope was cut off by the wings of black
power armor moving in slowly and deliberately from all sides.
Rampage popped her head out of the hatch and glanced around. "Huh," was all she said before
dropping back down belowships. "Down worry, I got this!" she shouted. The wheels below
began to shriek as the propellers buzzed behind us and the Fleur's wings began to flap wildly.
A minute or so and we'd be in the clouds. Hopefully that would do something...
Then the clouds ahead of us exploded as another Raptor, facing us nose-on, gunned its engines
and leapt out of the clouds like a massive sea beast lunging for its prey. The wind from
its speed blowing us back was the only thing that prevented the Fleur from smashing itself
to pieces against the great ship's armor. Spinning wildly, the Fleur pirouetted out
of control. The four Raptors to our sides began to circle, turning inward to present
bank after bank of energy weapons. The one to our rear glided to a halt while the one
before us turned like an implacable wall in the sky, Castellanus painted in imposing stenciled
letters on the bow in front of the thunderclouds. There were so many red bars in my E.F.S. that
I turned the damned thing off. I reached out and felt my hoof connect with
solid air. "Ow! Blackjack, I..." I grabbed Glory and pulled her close. "Whatever
you do, do NOT get out from under there. Remember what Sunset tried to pull. These guys are
likely to go crazy if they see you, so stay under there, understand?"
"Y... okay," Glory stammered. "What are you going to do?" Scotch Tape asked
as I walked past her towards the bow of the airship. As I passed Boo, I tugged off her
captain's hat and set it atop my head. "Let me down! I'm not with them!" Lancer began
to shout when P-21 grabbed him around the neck.
"Unless you want them to drop you, shut your mouth," the blue stallion said, then looked
to me. "Trust Blackjack. She knows what she's doing."
That made one of us who thought that. I walked up to the prow and looked up at the
Raptor across our bow. The breeze from her props caught my mane as I stood upright, put
one hindhoof on the rail, and rested my left foreleg on my hind knee. I levitated out my
sword as I examined the massive Raptor and took in her name. Dozens, possibly hundreds,
of beam weapons from power armored ponies all pointed right at me as I switched on my
broadcaster and turned it to the channel that had gotten me in trouble at the Rainbow Dash
Skyport. "Raptor Castellanus," I said formally as I
pointed my starmetal sword at the colossal machine. "This is Captain Blackjack of the
airship Fleur. Heave to and prepare to be boarded!"
* * * "To be honest, this really wasn't what I expected
at all," I admitted as I sipped a cup of rather bland steamy brown water, but, given that
my host could have thrown me in a cell or simply reduced me and my friends to crackling
clouds of rapidly dissipating meat vapor, I kept my beverage opinions to myself. "I
mean, I know I told you I was going to board, but I didn't expect you to actually let me."
"Occasionally, the unexpected is the most expedient," the general said as she inspected
some papers on her desk. Of course, I'd only been let on board unarmed, and I had two guards
watching me. To the general's credit, though, she knew how to pick them. Twister and Boomer
flanked me, the two Neighvarro Enclave I'd be least likely to kill. The brown stallion
had swapped his missiles for beam guns, too. General Storm Chaser reminded me a lot of
Mom: mature, intelligent, and giving me the feeling that if I didn't watch myself I'd
be in far more trouble than I'd like. The gray pegasus mare with the white mane watched
me with a steady gaze that said that she knew more than I'd prefer her to. Her office on
the Castellanus was comfortable and tasteful, with everything neatly organized on shelves
rather than in heaps. The pictures of ponies on her desk suggested a family. Children,
certainly. She wore only her dark purple Enclave uniform; if I killed her, my friends would
be vaporized. The Enclave were all over the Fleur, and all I could hope was that while
I was here there wasn't a Rainbow Dash sighting. The Castellanus had apparently been tracking
the Fleur for more than an hour before they'd swept in to catch us. Wood might not have
had much of a radar profile, but my cybernetic body had been a red flare to their sensors.
"I've received several interesting reports of the goings on down below. The Enclave military
wing may not have as extensive an information base as our intelligence wing out of Thunderhead,
but we're not blind. We've been keeping apprised of things going on below for generations now.
Generally from afar, of course; less risk of entanglement." She sipped her cup of tea
slowly, then sighed, staring at the curls of vapor rising from it before glancing up
at me. "Unfortunately, now it seems the surface is insisting on entanglement with us."
"I don't have any issues with the Neighvarro Enclave," I said defensively.
"I can vouch for her, Ma'am," Twister said respectfully. The general gave the mare a
long stare, and she drew herself more rigid. "Sorry, Ma'am..."
Storm Chaser dropped her eyes back to the neatly organized papers. "Testimony from the
Maripony facility just before detonation suggests otherwise," she said as she reached over for
a clipboard with a wing. She looked at it a moment. "Blackjack, aka Security. Stable
mare. Appeared in the wastelands roughly two months ago. First identified by 'DJ Pon3."
She flipped a page. "Prioritized by Enclave Intelligence as an alpha level threat following
a megaspell discharge at Miramare Air Station. There's a memo that you might have had contact
with a Spike Observation squad, but no confirmation." Her eyes glanced at Twister, who stood so
straight that I imagined that not even a balefire bomb could knock her over. "Reprioritized
as a gamma level threat two weeks later. There's a note that you might be an asset to Intelligence.
Re-emerged at a surface skirmish in which you destroyed the Pre-war battleship Celestia."
She glanced up at me from over the top of the clipboard. "Impressive."
"Yeah. Blackjack does things like that," Boomer chuckled. The general's eyes locked on him,
and he coughed. "Sorry, Ma'am." I flushed a little. "I had help. And I cheated...."
"You won," Storm Chaser replied, then returned to the clipboard. "Disappeared for several
days and was redetected by Neighvarro intelligence assets at the Fluttershy Medical Center while
we investigated the fate of an intelligence squad we sent to spy on the Volunteer Corps's
activities. You were in possession of several unidentified cybernetic augmentations and
in the company of an alpha priority target tentatively identified as a Rainbow Dash clone.
Mane clippings proved inconclusive." "She... changed back. The spell wore off.
Killing joke; it's fickle stuff," I said as I gave the best bullshitting grin I could
manage. She stared at me without comment for a long
second that had my grin sliding off my face like soft tar. Heck, now I was standing more
at attention! Then her eyes returned to the clipboard. "Next reported at Yellow River
where you helped extract three Neighvarro troopers investigating allegations of a biological
weapon. You confirmed these allegations." She stopped and then read slowly, with emphasis,
"Allowed Neighvarro troopers to report this information." She looked at me sharply, "Given
your association with one Morning Glory, third child of Sky Striker, I'm surprised. I would
have expected you to side with her by default." "Bioweapons are wrong. Those things killed
my stable." With my help. "If I can't stop him, you'd have to." She didn't reply, but
I got a feeling that she was pleased by my answer as she read on.
"Possible presence at the Rainbow Dash Skyport; unconfirmed. Re-encountered by the squad you
helped in Yellow River. Encountered the synthetic being known as Dawn and fought her and a zebra
Behemoth class tank... in hoof to hoof combat?" She paused again and looked at Boomer with
an arched brow. "Is that right, Corporal?" "Yes ma'am. I mean, I know tanks don't have
hooves, but she beat it. No clue how, but she did," Boomer confirmed with an eager nod.
I flushed, waving a hoof as I tried to set the record straight. "Technically I lost.
I only survived because the tank was being controlled by the brain of a stallion who
raided my stable and tried to kill me..." I trailed off and waved my hoof at her clipboard.
"Look, that report doesn't really... there's a lot of stuff you're missing..."
She was silent till I shut up, then only answered with an "I see," before looking back down.
"Next report at the Grimhoof Army Base where you helped confirm Thunderhead's acquisition
of several long range cruise missiles. Killed one of the three who attempted to accost the
clone. Let the other two return to report." The general tapped her chin with a wingtip
as she gazed at the paper. Then she went on without looking at me, "Final appearance was
at the Maripony facility immediately prior to the detonation of a suspected Mark III
'Chernobog' class balefire bomb. Presumed dead along with High General Harbinger and
the surface terrorist known at LittlePip, aka the Stable Dweller." She reached over
with a wing and lifted a clipboard that was as thick as mine. "Since you're here, I suppose
we'll have to wait and see if those other two are actually alive or not."
"Pip might be. Harbinger... isn't," I replied, feeling a little sickly as I remember him
being torn to pieces. "I saw him get killed prior to the bomb going off."
"I see. Was the balefire bomb an attempt by this LittlePip, Red Eye, Thunderhead, or the
entity known as the Goddess to assassinate the leader of the Enclave military and decapitate
our command apparatus?" Storm Chaser's cool tone reminded me of when I'd asked Lancer
if he had a mega-talisman. I could withhold, lie, or tell the truth.
As General Chaser looked me in the eye, I had the distinct feeling that the first two
were extremely risky. "The Goddess was using LittlePip to get some sort of black magic.
LittlePip turned the tables and used the bomb to kill the Goddess and the book. I don't
think the Goddess intended LittlePip to live, but she got distracted. Your High General
was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." "I see." She set LittlePip's clipboard down
and then set mine next to it. "Well, if you see her again, congratulate her on causing
more havoc in the Enclave command structure than we've endured in a century and a half.
High General Harbinger's death, the Triumphant being severely damaged, the loss of two other
generals aboard the four Raptors destroyed, and the loss of two colonels has thrown the
whole chain of command straight into a cyclone. Half the remaining leadership is busy pointing
at anypony else to blame while covering their tails, a quarter is claiming they're the legitimate
heads of the military now, and the remainder are actually doing their jobs. I've got three
councilors blaming me for not physically stopping the High General from going in there, or for
not demanding that he take a whole Raptor squad with him." She folded her hooves on
the desk before her as she looked at me evenly, "And, according to you, there's a rogue intelligence
element with a bioweapon pointed right at the Enclave's citizens from one of our most
secure and sensitive military facilities. You'll forgive me if I'm a little skeptical
that all of this is just one big coincidence." "Yeah. I know. But sometimes life is like
that," I replied with as much levity as I could manage. "I'm sure if LittlePip had known
you were going to come in unannounced, she... nope, actually I don't think she could have
managed it more perfectly. Maybe she might have gotten the Triumphant too. But really,
she didn't know. Unless she did know and removed that memory so the Goddess couldn't read it...
she is scary good like that." I grinned sheepishly at the general's flat gaze. "What? I'm telling
you, it probably wasn't intentional." "Forgive me if I'm not reassured." She finished
off her cup and set it beside the teakettle and hotplate. She looked at my clipboard again,
silently reading it, then glanced at me once more. "Blackjack. You've put me in an awkward
situation where I'm going to have to creatively interpret my orders. Officially, I'm to bring
you, and anypony involved in the Maripony attack or associated with such people, to
a secure facility for interrogation. Or summarily execute you." I could teleport behind her
and use her for cover... The general then gave a little smile. "Well, I'm not going
to do that." You could feel the tension drain out of the
room. "Thank you, Ma'am," Twister blurted. "I understand. I wouldn't want to try to execute
somepony I'd fought with either, Sergeant," the general replied.
"No, that's not it, Ma'am," Twister replied. "I'd rather tackle a Talon squad naked than
try and force Blackjack to do anything," Boomer replied.
"Naked and unarmed..." Twister agreed. "And covered in barbecue sauce," Boomer added.
"I'm not that bad..." I muttered. "I mean, that one time I was half psychotic from lack
of sleep. I'd have to really work to kill a half dozen pegasi now." The three of us
were drawing some very uncertain looks from the general.
"Be that as it may, you seem like a pony who wants to avoid as much death as possible in
this situation. If it wasn't for you, Lighthooves could have deployed his bioweapon at his leisure,
and you've helped us in the past. Right now, with our leadership so fractured, would be
an opportune time for him to attack. Autumn Leaf will be mopping things up on the ground.
My mission is dealing with Lighthooves, his weapon, and Shadowbolt Tower. Will you assist
us?" I rubbed my neck nervously. "That depends
on what you had in mind." "From all our reports, you're a superb combat
specialist. If you can help us seize the tower, we'll be able to avoid engaging the city directly,"
the general said. "I'd like you on the vanguard raiding the tower and neutralizing its defenders.
Once the biological weapon is under our control, disabled, or destroyed you'd be free to go."
"Neutralize. You mean kill," I replied. "That is the standard euphemism," the general
replied with a little bit of amused confusion. Her lips curled up a little. "Would you prefer
'take out'? 'Eliminate'? 'Terminate'?" It still tasted sour to me. "What is it? You've
killed before. In fact, according to your dossier, you're rather effective at it."
"Exceptionally," Boomer agreed. I frowned back at him, then returned my attention
to the general. "Just because I'm good at it doesn't mean I like it. I'm not as good
as you think I am, anyway. I... I don't want to hurt people," I said, looking down. "I'm
Security. Not 'Soldier'. Security saves ponies." The general didn't answer for a moment, then
asked coolly, "I see. So security defends, whereas soldiers attack?" When I nodded, she
pursed her lips a moment, pressing her hooves together before her mouth as she studied me.
"Interesting. Do you think I am attacking Shadowbolt tower because I want to, or because
I am trying to defend my people against a pernicious threat that you are familiar with?"
When I didn't answer, she gave a little smile. "I assure you, it would be much simpler to
simply attack Thunderhead, take the populace hostage, and demand Lighthooves's surrender
while summary executions begin. That was Harbinger's plan before mission creep set in."
Okay. Neighvarro definitely slipping on my scale. "I get it. I do. It's just a lot more
offensive than I'm comfortable with," I admitted. "I see," she replied calmly, with a small
smile. "If only you'd been born a pegasus." I blinked in confusion. "What's that?"
"Nothing," she said as she dropped her hooves to the desktop. "I am a soldier. One of the
few command officers with actual combat experience. While many see us as attackers, the reality
is that a soldier's life is to defend. If we existed to kill and slaughter, we'd be
little different than the raiders who infest your surface. If we wanted to simply kill
ponies, we could do so with impunity." She paused, then asked with a small smile, "Have
you known any soldiers?" "A few," I said, thinking of the Marauders.
I could see her point. None of them had been bloody butchers... well, maybe Doof, and Applesnack
I honestly didn't know. Twist... Psalm... Big Macintosh... They hadn't been fighting
to kill. They'd fought to protect their homeland. Their Princess. Their family. "I see your
point, and I apologize. I'm just... not a soldier."
"We'll have to disagree on that," Storm Chaser said with a sigh and a small frown. "The Enclave
needs ponies like you. We've got far too many who are eager to attack. High General Harbinger
was a symptom of a disease, and after Maripony... I don't know what the Enclave will be like
in the coming months." My ears drooped; I felt like I'd disappointed
her. Why should it matter, though? I wasn't a pegasus or a soldier. "Sorry," I muttered.
She waved her hoof like it was no matter. Then I frowned, "It's also something else,
though... it feels like..." I faltered. The general frowned at me, but gestured with
a wing for me to continue. "Feels like what?" But I didn't have time to finish, as the doors
to the office were opened with a loud ***. Two mares and a stallion, all dressed in the
same dark purple uniforms, stormed in. The mares were red and blue and looked enough
alike to be related. The green stallion hung back, his black mane cut short and a trimmed
black mustache curled above his top lip. "Is this her?" the red mare with the orange-and-yellow-striped
mane demanded. "Is this the terrorist *** that killed the High General?" Her orange
eyes blazed at me as she answered her own question. "I'll drop you back in that irradiated
grave!" "Enclave directive 122639J demands immediate
and summary execution of all parties affiliated with the intentional death of party leadership,"
the blue mare said with a smug smile, her lovely face framed by her lavender and ivory
mane. Her wingtip curled down and pulled a beam gun from her holster as she said coolly,
"This will only take a moment." Indeed it would. Smash red feathers, grab
her as a shield, ram the blue one, crush her head, throw red at green. Finish both if need
be. Twister and Boomer looked from the general to the trio. "Don't kill them, Blackjack,"
the general snapped, making all three of them pause. The general clenched her jaw as she
rose behind her desk. "Captains Afterburner, Hoarfrost, and Crosswinds... your timing couldn't
be more ironic. How dare you interrupt my interrogation?"
The three stiffened somewhat. The green stallion still smiled a little, though it was hard
to see beneath his mustache. "My apologies, General. As soon as we were aware that one
of the terrorists from Maripony survived, Captains Afterburner and Hoarfrost both insisted
on seeing you," he said with amused tones. "There's four others who are very keen to
know what you'll do with her." "Yes. A pity that information couldn't have
waited till the interrogation was complete, Captain Crosswinds," the general snapped.
"I'm going to cook you. I'm going to light your pretty little ship on fire and watch
you dirtsiders burn or jump for what you did to the High General," Afterburner said with
a grin. I could have dropped her with five magic bullets through her head, so her menacing
expression lost some of its edge. "The law is patently clear on the matter,
General Storm Chaser," Hoarfrost said primly. "As are your orders."
"Captain Hoarfrost, if you bite that weapon, it's you who will be summarily killed, by
me," the general replied, making the pale blue mare freeze. The two power-armored ponies
turned and directed their weapons at the three, to their surprise. Afterburner hissed through
her teeth as the general pinned her with a glare and continued. "I understand that you
are upset. All of you had a... personal... relationship with the High General. Right
now I am ordering you to set that aside and to conduct yourselves with the duty and professionalism
the Enclave expects of its officers! Is that understood?"
The three seemed to weigh the order a moment, and that was when I understood just how soft
General Chaser's position was. Maripony hadn't just destroyed ships. It had shaken the Enclave
badly. The well-oiled military rulers had just been reminded that they could die. They'd
come to the Wasteland, been touched by it, and now knew that the Wasteland was coming
for them. The trio of captains finally stiffened at attention, but Afterburner kept her eyes
locked on me. If she'd been a unicorn, I had no doubt that she'd be lighting me on fire
with her mind. "Yes, General," the three said solemnly.
"Now get back to your posts, immediately. We're on high alert, and you won't do your
ships any good if you're here!" "She killed the High General! Everypony knows
it!" Afterburner raged as she glared at me. "I swear, Stable Dweller, if it's the last
thing I do, I'm going to see everything you love burned to ashes."
I should have just kept my yap shut, but for once not being the not-smart pony made it
impossible to resist. "One, I just love the flame motif you've got going on here. Really.
Well done," I said as I approached her with a smile. "Two. I'm the 'Security' stable mare.
Not the 'Stable Dweller'." She rolled her eyes. "Pfft. Security. Stable
Dweller. Whatever!" Her gaze narrowed. "I'm going to see you pay for what you've done!"
Was it a bad sign when I was more mature than a 'captain' in the Enclave?
"You three are dismissed. Are you going to leave on your own, or am I going to have to
have you escorted out?" Storm Chaser challenged. Captain Afterburner opened her mouth, but
Hoarfrost, having returned her beam pistol to her holster, covered the red pony's mouth
with her wing. "We'll be leaving. Come along, sister. And we'll be filing a full report,
immediately, General." Afterburner seemed like she wanted at least a few more threats
and bit down *** her sister's wingtip. The blue pegasus just shivered and smiled,
her wings poofing a little. She looked at me. "Oh, incidentally, Blackjack? I find it
very hard to believe that the Rainbow Dash clone you are so attached to isn't with you.
I'll be keeping a very close eye out for her." "You do that," I countered, just as coldly.
The pair turned and walked out, Afterburner starting to argue aloud as soon as they cleared
the door. The green stallion grinned, saluted Storm Chaser, and followed them. As the door
closed, I could hear him laughing. "So! You were saying?" I brightly asked the
general as she sat down hard behind the desk and rubbed a temple with a wingtip.
"Those three... why couldn't they have been assigned to Autumn Leaf?" The general shook
her head. "I have until one of them gets on a radio, so we'll have to wrap this up quickly."
"They seem awfully young, and not quite what I pictured a captain in the Enclave to be,"
I said delicately. "Well bred," Twister said sarcastically.
"That's enough, Sergeant. They're still your superior officers." She tapped a button. "Captain
Racewind? Delay the three captains however you can. Jammed hatches. Stuck cargo. Be creative
and don't let them anywhere near a radio." "Yes ma'am. Please disregard any fire alarms
you hear," a stallion said through a speaker. She frowned at me, then leaned back. "They
were all extremely, inappropriately, close to the High General. If they hadn't been out
here getting ready for operations, they would have been at Maripony. That would have been
quite a burr out of my feathers. All three are from military families, all three are
privileged, and none of them have been in serious combat. Oh, but they want to."
"Raiders with Raptors," I sympathized, and shivered.
"Apt analogy." I looked back at the door, then gestured towards
it with a hoof. "Was that intentional? That whole fire... ice... thing. I mean, seriously?"
She gave a mirthless smile. "Oh yes. They've been like that since they were fillies. Twins,
you know. Absolute terrors. I know their father." She sighed again, "And thanks to their connections,
they're now in charge of the Sirocco and the Blizzard. Given how much they shower their
crews with bonuses, I can only hope they'll follow orders and stay in position."
"And the stallion? What's his deal?" "Crosswinds? Less blatant nastiness and more
callous amusement. He doesn't have the seriousness his position warrants, but he was remarkably
proficient at ferreting out information for the High General. As a reward, he was bumped
to being put in charge of the Galeforce." She sighed and leaned forward, frowning at
me. "They're what I'm trying to prevent. The Enclave is not a clubhouse for overprivileged
idiots to play with war machines." "I hope you're right," I answered. Had those
three not made an appearance, I might have signed on. As it was, I couldn't. I didn't
have a soldier mentality... maybe I could have been, if it had been an army commanded
by Storm Chasers, but I had an inkling that there were more Harbingers in the Enclave
than there were Storm Chasers. "Now... about stopping Lighthooves. I can't be your soldier.
But I do want to help, and maybe I can in a way outside the Enclave." We were short
on time, so I'd have to cut to the proverbial chase.
"I see." She narrowed her eyes a little as she considered me. "What did you have in mind,
then?" "What about contacting Thunderhead's government
directly? Work with them to close him down?" I suggested, and the general frowned thoughtfully.
"Now that the High General is dead, you have a chance to engage in good faith without him
calling ponies traitors and stuff like at the Skyport."
The general stared at me, then rubbed the bridge of her muzzle. "Clearly your dossier
is incomplete. It didn't mention that you have a tendency to listen in on highly classified
diplomatic exchanges." "I have a way for getting into systems," I
said with a small smile. I wasn't as sharp as my sword, but even I knew better than to
mention EC-1101. If it really came down it it, I might be able to simply turn off the
tower's defenses. "I can see that. But as for your suggestion,
if Lighthooves has gone completely off course, what makes you think Thunderhead can bring
him back? Even assuming that they're willing to try." The general shook her head. "There's
no guarantee that they'll be any more capable than we are. Meanwhile, Lighthooves could
launch at any second." That comment made a niggling little connection
in my head. I frowned as I thought a little about the smug pony launching an attack while
the Enclave was disorganized. "I'm not sure he will, General. I think he's waiting for
you. In fact, I bet he'd give everything up to his own people at this point."
"Excuse me?" she asked with a frown. A beeping began to ring somewhere above us, but the
general ignored the shrill notes. "Look. Lighthooves and Thunderhead have one
thing right: long term, they're going to win. You just lost a bunch of ships, and unless
I'm missing something, you can't replace them. A first strike biological attack on all the
other settlements would work against him. Think about it. He'd be the ultimate villain.
Thunderhead would be guilty by association." I tapped my forehooves together. "But what
if he's stopped by Thunderhead? Gives everything up. Makes his impassioned speech about how
he did it for the long term survival of the pegasus people... in front of all the cameras?"
"You're suggesting that this is nothing more than a self-sacrificing PR stunt?" the general
asked in low, skeptical tones. "Sure. Thunderhead can't win a shooting war.
You have the ships and the firepower. But what if he can influence enough settlements
to shift the civil authority? Your Enclave is a democracy, right? So what if everyone
votes to back the government that just stopped one of their own from going too far?"
"That vote would never happen. The military wouldn't allow it," she said quickly, but
then her eyes narrowed. "Ah...." "Right. Folks realize that their democracy
isn't. Then your choice would be to either hand over control to Thunderhead or risk a
civil war," I said, hoping that this wasn't all just desperate guesswork. A little purple
unicorn in the back of my mind gave a prim nod. Lighthooves was too smart... too smooth...
to just be a classical villain. "Unless you're wrong and he is going to use
the bioweapon. It'd take us years to clean up the mess. The famine alone would be intolerable,"
General Chaser said with a frown. "My guess is that he will if you attack Thunderhead.
A plan B. Then Thunderhead takes him down, and Thunderhead becomes the vital food source
to address the famine. They're the ones with the extra food. Thunderhead is a hero. And
if you do too much damage, Neighvarro looks like the villain." Lighthooves wanted to save
his home. I had to believe that. If he just wanted death, then all I was doing was getting
ponies killed. General Storm Chaser closed her eyes. "Ordinarily,
I'd prefer to take time and work something out, but Maripony has thrown everything into
the air. You saw Afterburner and Hoarfrost. Some of the Enclave leadership is convinced
that Thunderhead was behind the balefire bomb. Originally, we were going to destroy Red Eye's
army below and then call for unity. Put some of our own security in Thunderhead and winnow
out the bombs. I can only hope that Autumn Leaf uses some discretion until I get finished
in the east." "Then that's his plan C. I bet that if you
contacted him, you could work out a deal. Lighthooves wants Thunderhead to survive.
As long as he gets that, he's won." But that lead me to a disturbing thought. What if he
offered to trade the weapon to the Neighvarro for Thunderhead's survival? Storm Chaser might
be decent, but I had no problem imagining what a pony like Afterburner or Hoarfrost
would do with a biological weapon: they'd use it. Even if it could infect pegasi now.
Crap. "Interesting," Storm Chaser mused. "I'd planned
on a surgical strike. Five Raptors doing long range, pinpoint strikes on the tower's air
defenses, with a picket line to intercept the missiles. Odds are seventy to eighty-five
percent, depending on how lucky we get with our deployment and if he fires them one at
a time or in volleys. Once they're down, we storm the tower and Thunderhead. Make sure
it stays under our control this time." She closed her eyes again and sighed.
"Even if you got most of them, all it would take is one missile getting through. This
disease makes ponies eat other ponies. I saw it happen to my stable. I had to gas all of
them before they ate the Wasteland," I said as seriously as I could, hoping she believed
me. The beeping stopped. "General, they're off
ship. Ten minutes before they're aboard their vessels," the stallion said through the terminal
speakers. "I can do it, General," I promised.
She sighed. "Very well. Given that you seem to have lost both fliers, I'd like to assign
the sergeant and corporal here. You've worked together in the past."
I looked at the two power-armored pegasi for a long minute. They hadn't blabbed about Glory
being Rainbow Dash. I nodded once to the general. "Great. Well, at least we won't have to worry
about hellhounds," Boomer muttered. "Don't be so sure. You wouldn't believe some
of the rumors coming out of R&D about some intelligence programs. I've heard stories
that there've been hounds spotted in Neighvarro," Twister replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Nopony's crazy enough to bring one of those things up here," Boomer chuckled.
"You've got five minutes to get on the Fleur. We'll need some stealthbucks to hide our energy
signatures from the lightning rods. Otherwise, you'll have to leave your armor and energy
weapons behind," I said to the pair, then turned a questioning expression to the general.
She considered a moment, then nodded. The pair looked at each other and immediately
ran for the door. "Sweet! Field work!" laughed Boomer.
"I got my bag packed just in case we got permission!" Twister said happily. Well, I supposed most
Enclave soldiers weren't detached for 'special missions' as often as they.
Then I remembered... If she was still here... "Also... we're going to need one more pony..."
* * * She was an absolute wreck, even after two
weeks. They don't have unicorn medics, I reminded myself as I carefully carried her upon my
back and a dufflebag of Dusk's belonging in my jaws. My telekinesis wasn't up to levitating
it all, and it'd take too long to let the others transfer her; if only Lacunae were
here. Not just for her confidence... she'd also been telekinetically stronger than me!
A little orange earth pony and a little white unicorn in my head told me to buck up and
stick it out. I had to be stronger and tougher now, and while there was nothing wrong with
missing her, there was no point in me tearing myself down over it. Then the pair started
quibbling over if I needed to be stronger or more enduring...
Soul jars were weird. Aboard the Fleur, Glory was still out of sight.
Any stuff we'd had had been thrown all over the deck; the Enclave version of a 'search'
I supposed. Boomer and Twister were coming with their power armor deactivated; they'd
have to reactivate it once we were past the lightning rods, but at least they'd be able
to bring it along. We were also bringing Dusk's armor, which had already been shut down; apparently
its repair talisman could repair the faceplate. Rampage saw my injured burden and immediately
got a look I didn't like at all. I directed P-21 to head her off with a toss of my head,
though I wasn't sure just what he'd do if she tried to press the issue and 'help' her
pain. "They thrashed the pedal system," Scotch tape
complained as I set the bag down on the deck. "It's okay," I said as I looked at Twister
and Boomer. "What?" the brown pegasus stallion frowned.
"Do y'all expect us to push this thing all the way to Thunderhead?"
I smiled a little wider. "Come on, Turkey. Like back in basic. Hup
one. Hup two," Twister said as she flew to the back of the Fleur. The pair began to flap
their wings hard, and the ship moved off at an even quicker pace than when Rampage had
been pedalling! The power armor paced us as we moved back into the clouds, but it finally
veered off as I carried our disabled passenger down below to the old cabins. Whatever those
three captains had planned, we'd deal with it another day.
There wasn't much space, but it'd be more comfortable than being on deck while P-21,
Rampage, and Scotch gathered up our belongings and put them away. The clouds were becoming
so thick that it started to feel like I'd just stepped out of a cold shower. I ducked
into one of the cabins that was relatively intact, kicked the junk on the floor aside,
and then used my telekinesis to slide her onto the bed.
Dusk groaned, half of the dark pegasus's head bandaged up. Given what I'd nearly done to
her... The air beside me shimmered, and Glory appeared. "Oh sweet Celestia!" she said as
she took the cloak off. "She should have been in a hospital. A real hospital. What happened
to her?" "Me," I replied. "This is what I did at Yellow
River. I tore off her helmet with my metal fingers," I said shamefully. "She got off
easiest. The rest didn't survive." Glory went through her usual cycle of emotions
for when I screwed up. Anger that I'd hurt her family, acknowledgement that at the time
I'd been half out of my mind, and acceptance of these new facts. I was lucky she wasn't
throwing me through a wall again. "I should have sat on you rather than let you run off
alone. At least sent Rampage with you," Glory said as she began to dig out healing potions
and trickled them into the unconscious mare's mouth, waiting for her to swallow before giving
her more. "You shouldn't let her see you, Blackjack."
Yes, I supposed that seeing her near killer might cause a bad reaction. I wanted to apologize...
but really, what could I say? Dusk. Boing. Those survivors who'd stuck it out in 99's
reactor maintenance area. How did I apologize to them? After the second potion was empty,
Dusk let out a groan, and one violet eye opened up. "Who..." Dusk groaned, then looked up
at Glory. "Rainbow Dash?" "It's me. Morning Glory," Glory said as she
moved between me and her sister. "Buh... must be drugged..." she said weakly.
"Can't be." Glory sighed. "When I was young, I used your
secret Wingboner magazines for illustrations for my health and biology presentation. I
got an A-, and you got grounded for a month." I fought the urge to snicker as she huffed
and muttered, "I would have gotten an A, but I didn't know that Playmare wasn't a noteworthy
source." ...Huh? Dusk's lip curled a little. "Oh yeah... it
is you..." She raised a hoof and brought it down in a limp smack atop Glory's head. "That's
fer getting me grounded..." she mumbled as she blinked up at her sister. "That's... a
much better disguise..." Dusk muttered softly. "Where're we going? And why do you look like
Rainbow Dash?" Glory smiled and took her sister's hooves
between her own. "We're going home. We're going to get you fixed up. And I have things
to tell you... about Father... and Mother..." Glory shielded me from Dusk's sight with a
wing, then smiled at me and glanced at the door. I nodded, kissed her cheek, and stepped
out. They had a lot of catching up to do. I moved out into the hall and helped clean
up some of the mess... Well, I collected the mess into piles for other ponies to clean
up. I didn't find anything valuable. There were some old newspapers with pictures of
Rarity at some social event alongside a dashing-looking gray-maned stallion sporting a monocle. I
caught sight of a certain scarred individual accompanied by the black pegasus Eclipse in
the background. The caption under the yellowed picture read 'Princess Luna a no show at the
Canterlot Garden Party.' By Ace Buckley- It's the society season in
Canterlot, when all the nobles trot out to Canterlot for their parties de rigors, charity
auctions that don't address the people needing help, and other social gatherings that are
only important to ponies whose lives revolve around the getting and not getting of invitations.
One has to wonder a great deal about an event like this. How do they eat all that caviar?
Is it possible to bore a pony to death with endless prattle? Can association with the
urbane cretins passing for aristocracy drive a pony to madness? And, most importantly,
what grave crime could Equestria's most humble investigative journalist have committed to
be assigned to such an event and ordered to write an article documenting every excruciating
detail? Really, Rarity, you have been putting on a
little extra padding, but did I truly deserve this? Fortunately for me, this column is going
up before those trolls at the Ministry of Image can polish, nip, tuck, remove, edit,
and redact all my wonderful words. There's nothing like a weekend print deadline to really
slip past the gatekeepers in the final frenzied rush.
So what did yours truly notice at the most ahem-ahem social gathering in all of Equestria?
Well, there were plenty of fine, overpriced garments on mares who, quite honestly, couldn't
pull off the twentysomething look if they had a zebra stealth cloak, an old picture,
and a Flash Industries projector. Lots of stallions compensating for... honestly, most
of these folks are so rich that if they can't afford male 'enhancement' spells they wouldn't
be here, but clearly there's some reason for all the fancy frivolity. The new money was
in full swing; rest easy knowing Equestria's finest profiteers are doing well. So plenty
of movers, shakers, editors, and newspaper owners who will go unnamed were in attendance
doing what they always do: little to nothing worth as much as they imagine. So I'll spare
you the more odious details. The canapés were okay.
But do you know what struck me as I listened to a portly gentlequus complain about 'the
declining state of affairs', nodding my head spastically at appropriate times to feign
interest? The party was missing some of its usual A list material. No Ministry Mares;
for the first time ever, Madame Marshmallow Buns didn't grace us with her genteel presence.
Pinkie Pie, ever one to crash formal and stuffy events with party cannons and spot arrests,
was also a notable absentee. Applejack, who's never far from family members raking in bits
right, left, and center, has been a no-show for months now. One would expect Rainbow Dash
to pop in to an event with little thought and mass public exposure, but the skies are
clear. And while no one has expected Twilight Sparkle to do anything social for the last
four years, Fluttershy almost always makes an appearance where she can make appeals on
behalf of the widowed, orphaned and maimed. After all, if she doesn't, how will the audience
nod sympathetically and then ignore her? But you know who's really been gone? No, not
Princess Celestia. I know. I know. It's been four years since that mess that got Big Macintosh
killed, and she's still in that school of hers. No. It's the other alicorn. The big
alicorn. The one who's supposed to be sitting in seats of power and making the grand speeches
and cutting ribbons, launching ships, and running the country. The dark one.
Where the heck is Princess Luna? It's been nine years since Luna assumed the
throne, and I can count the number of appearances she's made this year on my hooves. Oh, there's
always the obligatory fifteen minutes she spends at the G3. We might get treated to
a canned Hearth's Warming Eve broadcast. But getting the mare herself to show up to any
kind of social gathering is like trying to raise the sun or get an article like this
past a gauntlet of Image editors: impossible for all but the most exceptional of ponies.
Now, I know what you'll say. Oh, she's a princess. She doesn't have to leave the palace. She's
probably far too busy. Well, if she is busy, nopony can say what exactly she's busy with,
because so few ponies have access to the Princess. Thirteen requests by yours truly this year
for an interview have been denied by the royal guard with no reason given. Sixty-four requests
through the M.o.I. were also turned down. I've spoken with dozens of other journalists
who have had similar experiences: denials, refusals, or 'scheduling conflicts'.
The lights are on in the palace, but there's nopony answering the door. Somepony is getting
work done there, but you'd be hard pressed to find out who it is. Is the Princess deep
in conference with her Ministry Mares, or is it, as some have alleged, that the Princess
meets with them only to approve specific projects and proposals? We don't know. Is she working
closely with generals to win the war or simply passing on instructions through bureaucrats?
We don't know. What is Princess Luna actually doing to run the country?
We don't know. So this is Ace Buckley's report from the Canterlot
Garden Party. Very boring. Okay canapés. No Ministries Mares. No Princesses. And if
this is my last printed article, let me say this, Ministry Mare Fatflanks: you can silence,
censure, and fire me, but don't think that by getting me assigned to the Canterlot 'social
pages' you can stop Ace Buckley from asking the hard questions.
I smiled as I glanced at the yellowed picture of an emaciated-looking earth pony stallion.
He was completely bald, and his eyes were concealed behind round, dark glasses. His
jaw was covered in stubble, and I had no problem imagining him reeking of ***. From the sneer
of his lips and the scowl of his brow, I imagined his favorite line to be something on the nature
of '*** you. Give me the damned story!'. Best of all was the rumpled, ill-fitting tuxedo
he'd been crammed into and the way he had each forehoof clenched around the neck of
a well-dressed mare and stallion who seemed to be verging on asphyxiation. 'Ace Buckley,
social pony' read the caption at the end of the article.
There were other papers strewn along the floor, most of them too smudged to be legible. I
squinted and tilted my head as I made out Rarity's name.
Rarity, I'm so sorry to hear about the difficulties
you've had recently with Sweetie Belle and Blueblood. I'm afraid he hasn't abated his
mudslinging one bit; it might not make it into the papers, but word is getting around.
However, he has something new. He claims that he has some exclusive stable reserved for
the finest ponies. I was skeptical at first, but he's getting the attention of some exceptionally
well to do ponies. The price tag is an extravagant ten million bits per reserved seat.
I'm skeptical about anything involving him, but Vanity has confirmed, if grudgingly, that
this 'Redoubt' exists. He has stated it lies somewhere in the Hoofington region, is protected
by magics far older than most, and will withstand even the strongest megaspells. May I be blunt?
I know your finances are not excessive, no matter what the common slob may believe. If
you wish it, I will procure additional spots for you, your sister, and your parents. I
hope that you will But the letter was unfinished. I could only
assume that the author was the 'Fancy Pants' who'd once owned the Fleur. I thought about
what had happened to Rarity. How she died in Canterlot, her hoof fused to a window...
I wished she'd escaped to some remote stable with Fancy Pants or Vanity... I wished as
many ponies as possible had survived that mess. I knew better...
I sighed, Lacunae's memory walking into my thoughts as casually and gently as the mare
herself once did. For an instant, she'd been Twilight. I'd wanted to tell her about Big
Macintosh. Wanted to let her know that she had a child, if via Marigold. I wondered...
would she have been proud of me? Or would she have covered her face in embarrassment
at her barbarian descendant? Pure Twilight... gone. Lacunae... gone. As if she'd never existed,
like she'd insisted. "You idiot," I sniffed. "I miss you, so you
existed. Damn it..." I wished she was here. With her magic and wisdom and silent confidence
and... just... here! "Are you all right?" Lancer said from behind
me, making me start. I needed to put a bell on him!
"I think this is the first time you've snuck up behind me without shooting me," I said
as I turned to look at him. "What's up?" "You said you've killed ponies who didn't
deserve it," he said as he walked into the cabin I was 'cleaning'. "How did you... How...?"
Clearly, he wasn't sure how to ask the Maiden this.
"Did I go on?" I prompted. He bit his lip and nodded. "I almost didn't. But then a friend
told me something I'll never forget. You make your life about making up for that death.
You devote yourself to doing the right thing and helping as many as you can. And you hope...
hope as hard as you can... that when you die, you've made up for a tenth of the life you
took." I sighed, rubbing the back of my head. "Unfortunately, I am not the smartest or safest
of ponies to be around. Maybe there is something to your Maiden story."
"Perhaps. I do not know. You still scare me," he admitted. Maybe there was something about
candor that was a zebra thing. "Why did your father order you to kill them?
What did your mother do?" I asked quietly. "I..." he opened his mouth, then closed it
and thought a moment. "I cannot say for certain anymore. Since that duel, nothing is certain.
We were told that they were cowards who spread falsehood and lies. But now... now I cannot
recall Mother saying anything about Father before she fled. His other wives said nothing,
but simply agreed with his claim." "Other wives?" I asked with a grin.
"Yes," he said baldly. "Is that a problem?" "No. It's just..." I couldn't help myself,
"How many wives?" "Eleven, now," he answered.
"Wow," I murred. "Wonder how he finds time to sleep."
He shook his head. "Father is a great warrior. He has slain dragons with his bare hooves.
Conjugal duties are hardly taxing." Lancer looked towards the window, frowning. "The
day before she fled... they hunted a balefire phoenix... a great and dangerous prey. Something
happened, but I know not what. Only that when Mother returned, she said she'd done something
terrible. Then she left with my little sister and begged me to come with her. I refused.
Two days later, Father returned and said that mother had tried to kill him. When I told
him she'd asked me to leave with her, he sent me to kill all the traitors."
I sat on the ruined bed, facing him. "Lancer, do you know anything about the zebras around
the Hoof? What is your father planning?" "I do not know," he answered quietly. "Most
of those at the far camps are the Brood. They are... terrifying. They come from no tribe.
They barely speak at all, and yet they have the knowledge of veteran warriors. No fear.
No questioning. They obey Father's every wish." "But where did they come from? I thought they
might be from your homeland," I ventured. He shook his head firmly. "The passage across
the strait is perilous. Only a few small ships will risk a Megalodon swallowing the vessel.
It would take a year to ferry the numbers he has found." He closed his eyes. "For the
last year, Father has frequently gone out alone. He says there was an ancient prize
to be had in the Hoof. A weapon which would allow us to sweep the valley clear. For a
time, I thought he meant the balefire bomb... yet that was found far from the city. Then,
one day, he emerged from the tent looking more overjoyed than I'd ever seen him. He
said half of it had been unsealed. Then, one night, he laughed long into the night. He
said it was the beginning of the end." Well, that certainly sent chills down my spine.
"Did he ever elaborate?" I asked, hopeful. From somewhere, I heard the long low growl
of Hoofington thunder. A deep, bassy growl that seemed to be welcoming me home.
"No. But soon after, he went alone into a bunker in the southeast, near Grimhoof. I
am not sure if it was zebra or pony in origin. It was hidden beneath an empty warehouse.
We waited outside the star-marked door. For hours he was inside. Then he emerged with
a dozen of the Brood. Some of the warriors protested, and Father had them killed on the
spot. Since then, whenever Father leaves, he comes back with more of the Brood. Dozens.
Hundreds. 'A gift of Four Stars' he calls them."
"Four stars? What four..." but then I remembered something Boing had said. They'd been camped
outside a bunker with four stars on the door. Those events were thankfully blurry for me,
but I thought there might have been one somewhere else, too. Inside the foundation of some building
in the midst of construction. And Bottlecap had talked about a bunker up north. I'd thought
she'd been talking about my stable... "Can you wait just a minute, please?" I'd
have loved to ask Lacunae this right now... Instead, I flipped open my broadcaster and
thought of who I could bug. Pinkie Pie had mentioned something about them too, hadn't
she? Bad ponies... I found the right terminal address and established
the connection. "Security to Watcher. Security to Watcher. Come in you big, handsome, purple
guy." There was a hiss of static, followed by a click, and the connection went dead.
Instantly fear ran through me. Was the Enclave, or somepony else, trying to raid Spike's cave?
I peered down at the PipBuck screen. 'Connection manually interrupted, MASEBS Tower #19.'
What? Manually? Somepony out there was dicking with me. I smiled sweetly. "Dealer? Dealer?
I need your help." I looked around. So often he just appeared. New fears bubbled up inside
me. First Lacunae, now Dealer? "Dealer? Come on..."
"I'm here," he rasped slowly. I peered around again, but I couldn't see him.
"Are you okay?" I asked in concern. "Just tired. EC-1101 wasn't meant to be crammed
into so small a PipBuck. It's been a strain. Hopefully you'll get... well... nevermind.
What's wrong?" he muttered in my ears. "I need to know about 'Four Stars'. I wanted
to ask Spike, but somepony is blocking the connection. Can you do something about it?
With EC-1101?" I asked, for some reason my eyes being drawn up. Lancer was giving me
that funny expression again. "Yeah, I talk to things only I can see and hear. Wacky,
huh?" "That is a word for it..." he replied as his
ears folded back. Dealer was silent for a long minute. "Try
now." "Security to Watcher. Come in," I said, now
with no joking around. There was a distant flash through the portholes; miles off, but
still a bit too close for my comfort. The thunder rolled through the clouds.
Fortunately, almost immediately a deep, ominous voice growled out. "Blackjack! You're alive?
This is great! I've been frantic since Maripony. I haven't been able to contact anyone! Someone
is blocking me out of the MASEBS, and my remote links are all compromised. I'm blind here!"
The voice made Lancer's mane and tail stand nearly upright.
If the Enclave thought that LittlePip and I were terrorists, and knew we'd associated
with Spike, it wouldn't be hard for them to put two and two together and try to cut off
Spike. Maybe even draw the dragon out with worry. "The Enclave is going nuts right now.
The Stable Dweller accidentally killed the head of their military, as well as a whole
bunch of other important ponies. I don't know what they're going to do, but it appears like
they've tried to cut off access to the MASEBS network." I paused and added, "The Stable
Dweller is all right, Watcher. She survived too."
I heard the breath let out in a great gust. "Thank Celestia. Thank you, Security." There
was a pause, and the deep growling was replaced by the tinny synthetic voice. "I'll keep working
to break through their interference. They must have done something at Tenpony to have
this kind of access. I hope DJ Pon3 is all right."
"Me too," I said, now wondering if I should... ugh... no. I had my own crisis to worry about.
"The Stable Dweller can handle it. Listen. I need to ask you a question. Does the word
'Four Stars' mean anything to you?" "That's two words," Spike and Lancer replied
simultaneously. I rolled my eyes and then gave the stink eye to the one I could see.
"Before the war, Four Stars was a transportation company. Big connections. They were plugged
into the import business. Pinkie Pie was dead set on taking them down. She started with
a raid in Manehattan, but they were going to storm every holding from Hoofington to
Las Pegasus," Watcher replied. "Why?" I asked, glancing over at Lancer. The
Fleur began to creak as the wind picked up outside.
"Zebra sympathizers. A whole network of ponies who ended up helping the enemy. Major players.
Right before the bombs fell, Pinkie focused on them. I don't know if it was the raid that
set off the attack or not. They had built bases of operations all over Equestria, smuggling
in weapons and even enemy soldiers. Funny thing is... nopony is sure who owned it. Maybe
Pinkie or somepony in the M.o.M. knew." I frowned. Bases all over Equestria. Bunkers
hidden in buildings under construction. "Why four stars? And do you know if they were connected
to the O.I.A. or Goldenblood?" After all, the O.I.A. did seem to be the Ministry of
secret underhoofed deeds. "I don't know. I never heard Goldenblood mention
them. I think..." Spike was silent a moment, then went on, "Wait. I do remember something.
I remember way back, when Twilight first travelled to Ponyville, she thought Nightmare Moon was
going to return. Nopony seemed to believe her at the time. Twilight found a passage
in one of her books, right before we left Canterlot. It said 'The four stars shall help
with her escape,' or something like that. And then Nightmare Moon showed up the very
next day." He trailed off a moment. "It was when we first met the pony gang. That's why
I could recall it..." If I could give hugs through a radio link...
"And you're positive that these folks were working with zebras? And they named their
company after something that set Nightmare Moon free?" I frowned as I regarded Lancer,
to see if he thought that was as messed up as I did. From the bafflement and disgust
on his face, I thought so. "Well, thanks for telling me that. How are you doing?"
"I was chewing my claws till you called. I knew Litt- er, the Stable Dweller was in the
area of Maripony, and... well... I'm just glad to hear from anyone right now. The Enclave
have control over the EBS now, so I'm struggling just to network spritebots together and carry
a signal." "Well, keep your eyes open, and watch out
for her as soon as you can, Watcher. I got my own mess to deal with out east. I'll try
to check in soon. I want to know what's going on as much as you do," I said, looking gravely
at Lancer. "Take care of yourself, Security. Watch out
for your friends," Spike said, then cut off. "That makes no sense," Lancer said sharply.
"When I saw the stars on the door, I thought it was simple pony decoration. But this Watcher...
setting the Maiden free! No zebra would do such a thing."
I frowned. There was something not coming together. "The zebras wouldn't have known
about the four stars reference. That was a pony myth. And the ponies wouldn't have known
about the Maiden of the Stars... that was a zebra myth." There didn't seem to be any
overlap, except for one. "Lancer, what did the Starkatteri tribe do during the war?"
The question clearly disturbed Lancer. Stark lightning threw his face into sharp relief
as the thunder boomed seconds later. "The Starkatteri were laborers. They toiled in
mines and factories. They were forbidden from fighting in the war. They suffered and died
in toxic, poorly ventilated conditions instead." "But would the Last Caesar have used them
and their dark knowledge?" The question insulted him. "Absolutely not!"
I stared at him. "Are you certain? Without a doubt?" I glared into his eyes as the storm
played in the distance. There was doubt there before he dropped his gaze. "There were two
wars being fought," I muttered as I slowly walked towards the windows. "The first one
was the war we all knew. Soldiers and weapons and battle and megaspells. But there was a
second war being fought, too. A hidden war. Goldenblood on one side... somepony else on
the other. Secrets and lies... using the battle between your people and mine to cover what
they were doing." "What are you saying, Blackjack?" he asked,
clearly shocked. "I'm saying that the war that we all thought
was fought over borders and resources... someone used it. They used you, and they used us for
their own ends." I stared out at the growing storm. "What if the last war... didn't end?"
"It ended! Your spells! Our bombs! It is finished!" he cried out as he stepped beside me. "Even
the Remnant admits that, if in hushed tones. The last order is simply a reason to go on."
"I'm not sure. Since I left Stable 99, I've been running into the past more and more."
I stared out at the flashes of the gathering storm. "Something bad happened then, and it's
been like an oozing wound ever since. The more I learn, the more relevant that secret
war feels. Secrets and lies and old ponies not quite dead." Though gaps in the clouds,
I could see flickers of a distant green glow and just make out the black towers biting
the clouds. What was it? Security saves ponies, but from
what? What was the peril that scratched at my mane and whispered in my ears? Goldenblood's
Project Horizons? Lighthooves's plague? The Legate's balefire bomb? Cognitum in the Core?
Why couldn't I have enemies that I could just face? Opponents to battle and overcome? The
Enclave... The Goddess... Red Eye... Remnant... Brood of Coyotl... I wanted to rage! Damn
this body! I needed to feel pissed off! "Come at me, you ***!" I screamed,
slamming my hooves against the window and splintering the glass. "Come on! Face me!"
I yelled, rearing again and smashing my hooves till the glass shattered and cold, rainy wind
blew in. "I'll kill you! I'll smash you to pieces!" I bellowed towards that distant green
glow as I kicked again and again, knocking out the window frame in my fury. The thunder
rumbled before me, and to me it was the laughter of that distant spire and my enemies. "Face
me! Fight me! You Goddesses-damned ***!" "Maiden!" Lancer shouted. I stood right at
the brink of the hole I'd kicked in the side of the airship, and at the word I glared back
at him. The Maiden glared back at him with a rage that made him step back in fear and
awe. Bringer of chaos. Destroyer of people. That was me. "You cannot fly," was all he
said. It would be nice if my body had some kind
of calm down mode. But in that terrified yet respectful expression in his eye, I saw that
I really was on the verge of something bad. I sat, slumping before the hole as the cold
rain spat in at me. I regarded the distant towers of the Core, wishing I could destroy
them with my glare alone, before I hung my head. Defeated. Impotent. And I could hear
the black towers laughing. The door opened and P-21 and Rampage ran in.
They viewed me and the hole I'd bashed and Lancer. "Um, if you want to throw him off
the ship, the deck is right up there." "I... don't. I'm not," I said as I covered
my face. "I'm just... it's been a long day. Sorry."
"Right," P-21 said as he looked at me, then at Lancer. "Well, don't make that hole any
bigger. It's an old airship." He turned and walked out. Rampage glared at Lancer and said
something in zebra, then pointed her hoofclaws at her face, then at him, before she backed
out. A second later, her head popped back around the doorjamb, repeated the gesture,
and slowly withdrew a final time. "Your friends are concerned about you," Lancer
said. And him too. "Sorry," I said, a word that was a bit threadbare
for me. "I'm just... really sick of this place. I hate it more than you do, I think." He didn't
approach me as I sat before that hole. "So. What are you going to do?"
He thought a moment, then answered, "I don't know. My whole life has been the Remnant.
My whole reason for living was to make Father proud. Now... I do not know. But I do not
wish to follow in your wake, Maiden. I know that much."
He deserved a chance. "What if I told you that your mother and little sister were still
alive?" "What?" he hissed in shock.
"Glory got to them before they died. They're still alive. Both of them."
"W...why didn't you tell me sooner!?" he demanded, shocked.
"One day ago, you tried to kill me. Two days ago, you were your father's right-hoof zebra,"
I said as I jabbed a hoof at him. "And you shot me in the face, I might add! So don't
get indignant that I didn't let you know you didn't finish the job. For all I knew then,
you'd go back and kill them just to get back in with your father!"
He drew back. "I apologize. You're right." I watched him think a moment, and then he
replied. "If... if I could see them again? Well, I'd apologize. And then I would listen
to whatever she wished to tell me... better than I did before she left."
I approached him, keeping my eyes locked on his. "I like your mom. She's weird, but I
like her. So if I tell you where she is, and you do something bad to her, I promise you
that I will show you just how much a Maiden of the Stars I can be. Do you understand?
I am sick of being responsible for good ponies dying."
"I understand," he answered at once, with complete conviction as opposed to fear.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "She's in the town of Chapel. Right across the river
from the Core in the southwest." "I see," he replied, unable to hide his shiver.
Then he turned and started towards the door. Then he paused and regarded me with an odd
smile. "Thank you, Blackjack." He bowed his head to me, then walked out.
I walked to the hole and peered out. The towers were gone behind the clouds, but the thunder
still rolled. It was more distant now, sullen sounding. "I'm coming. Just you wait."
* * * We settled down on the outskirts of Hoofington
to let Lancer off. We weren't far from Stockyard, where I'd once killed monster lizard things.
How far off that felt... when big animals were a threat. I'd promised that we would
let him off before the assault, and hopefully he'd go and make up for his mistake back at
Brimstone's Fall. The inhabitants of the farthest west settlement
in the valley were all gathered up on the hillside. There were more than thirty ponies
and easily a dozen brahmin. More than a few stared in awe, while the rest were wary. We
had to be quite a sight... if only Lacunae was here to finish off the image of wacky
weirdness that was our group. All blue bars. Stockyard had gotten the same treatment as
Brimstone's Fall when Sanguine had been searching for me. Either he hadn't gotten everypony,
though, or newcomers had moved in. Either way, better than more death in the Wasteland.
Lancer stepped out into the rain. I'd seen so much more of him than Lancer the Killer.
Lancer the Storyteller. Maybe even Lancer the Friend. All I could hope was that he'd
continue in a direction away from his father and the Remnant. That was all I could ever
hope for. Dusk joined us on deck. The bandaged mare
could barely stand. Glory supported her every step and kept a wing around her. Another mare
who'd once tried to kill her sister... she kept her eyes turned away from me, and I couldn't
blame her for that. Much as I wished it, Yellow River wasn't all that far in the past.
"Here," I said to the zebra as I levitated over his invisibility cloak. It was useful,
to be sure, but it was his. He contemplated it a moment soberly, the rain
hissing around us. "No. You hold on to it for now. I think it will be more useful to
you where you are going than it will be to me." He glanced over at P-21. "I believe it
will be good for me to hide less. Yes?" "Maybe," P-21 said as he held Scotch Tape
between his hooves. "Just be careful. Don't be so eager you turn around and become Blackjack.
She gets shot a lot." "By my friends too, oddly enough," I said
with a little smirk. "I will try to keep things in moderation,"
Lancer replied. "Remember," I told him. "Make up for it. Help,
however you can." And I didn't add for him not to make me regret my leniency. I didn't
need to. He walked away from the Fleur, heading east. Maybe to a better life. He paused and
turned back, smiling at me. Suddenly Boo trotted out after him with that
ridiculous captain's hat on her head. What the heck was she doing? She moved right up
next to him and plopped the hat atop his ears. "Boo..." I began with a helpless smile.
"*** move," I heard on the wind, caught by my augmented hearing. The voice was tense
and angry. I turned my head, glaring up at the settler ponies with a small frown. My
eyes picked out several weapons... not unusual. The ponies were all still blue on my EFS.
But there was a weapon not pointed at me. "Get down!" I shouted, a blast of lightning
cutting the sky and flooding the hillside with its harsh glare while the boom drowned
out everything but the sharp crack of a hunting rifle. I stormed up the muddy hillside, giving
the shooter something far more pressing than taking shots at Lancer to think about. Cursing
as loudly as I could at the gathered settlers, I fired my own guns into the air. They screamed
and ran for the shelter of their buildings. I slowed and stopped, my muddy body sliding
slowly back down towards the Fleur. "Is everyone okay?" I called back.
"We're fine. Lancer almost pulled a Blackjack," Rampage drawled as she helped him to his hooves.
"I'm a thing now?" I asked with a frown. "Sure. It's what happens when you're so in
love with the Wasteland that you get your head blown off," Rampage said with a smirk.
"I'm thinking of patenting it. Maybe making shirts. 'I pulled a Blackjack and lived to
tell about it.' Kinda catchy." If Boo hadn't fouled their shot... "Ha ha,"
I said as I turned to Lancer. "You should have your cloak back."
"No. It was a good lesson," he replied soberly. "I should remember to always be vigilant.
Perhaps this will make me a better survivor." He adjusted the hat atop his head and then
smiled down to Boo. "Thank you for your gift." She just beamed back at Lancer. I had to wonder
why she'd darted out just then. If she hadn't... I had images of his smiling face exploding.
"Just take care of yourself," I said with a small smile.
He nodded and once more moved off through the long grass, this time ducking down so
that, in a few seconds, all but the hat disappeared. It moved off like a shark fin till it too
disappeared from sight. I frowned up at the hill. "Now, if you'll
excuse me, I need to have a few words." * * *
We never found out which of the settlers had fired the shots. A few condemned the gunfire
as cowardly, but nopony gave up the shooter. There were a half dozen hunting rifles, and
I couldn't spank the owners of all six. The settlers were more shocked that I'd gotten
so upset over attempts to 'off a stripe'. Lancer was 'just a zebra'. Apparently they'd
thought I was going to do it, till I let him go. When they thought that I wasn't listening,
I heard more than a few angry mutters about stripelovers. They didn't know how I heard
their every word. I'd been happy to see a settlement of ponies.
I'd assumed that that was a good thing. Twister and Boomer stayed with the Fleur while
I tried to lecture them about doing better. Not all zebras were the same. Not all of them
meant harm. My words were wasted as I was given sullen nods and angry glares.
"Let's just go, Blackjack," Glory said. Since it was clear that my lecture wasn't going
to be accompanied by a body count, the settlers were scattering back to their afternoon routine.
As we re-boarded the Fleur, I found a rail and slumped against it. There wasn't a sign
of the settler ponies. They had had their fill of Security, and I had had my fill of
them. The only ones I could see were the Brahmin, approaching the Fleur with dull curiosity.
"Ahem," one said as his heads looked up at me.
"We just wanted to say sorry bout the shots at yer friend," the other head said lowly.
"Yeah, sorry," agreed the first one. "Thanks," I answered with a small smile. "Do
they treat you okay here?" "Oh, sure," nodded the first. "Ponies is good
folks... more or less. Milk and cheese brings more caps than meat and leather. So they watch
out fer us." "Good. Good," I said, gritting my teeth as
I felt unsteady once again. "Take care o yerselves," the second head said
as he moved away. "Yer good folks too..." "Thanks," I croaked as the Fleur's bag filled
with lifting gas began to rise into the air. I buried my face in my hooves. Good folks?
If they were good folks, and we were good folks, then why did good folks keep doing
bad things? Any good feelings I'd had at Lancer agreeing to do better had been robbed by the
muleheadedness of a bunch of bigots who couldn't see anything wrong with killing a zebra just
because he was a zebra! I ground my teeth and sulked till Glory hooked my collar with
her wing and lead me belowdecks to an intact cabin.
We lay together on the bed; there wasn't any sex. After Lacunae's death and Lancer being
shot at by 'good folks', I couldn't be further from the mood. She was just with me. Helping
me deal with it. As always. "Blackjack. When was the last time you slept?"
Glory asked me as she brushed my cheek. "I dunno... twenty four hours ago," I muttered.
"You need to sleep," Glory reminded me. I closed my eyes. "Yeah..." I knew that too.
But I didn't want to. I wasn't tired... and besides...
To sleep... and maybe to dream. That was the trick. For in sleep, what dreams would come?
* * * I didn't sleep. There were too many things
to do in the meantime. Too many things that could go wrong. Lancer's parting gift had
one benefit: it would hide me from the energy sensors of the lightning rods well enough,
so no need shut down and plug into Rampage. Anything else that might set them off was
given to me and hidden under the cloak as well: Pew Pew, PipBucks, and the energy supplies
from the three suits of power armor had all been put in my saddlebags. We'd thought that
deactivating the armor would be enough, but better safe than sorry. I dolefully chewed
on one of Glory's cyberpony cakes. I might not have felt tired, but a little sustenance
couldn't hurt. In seconds, we were in the skies of Hoofington,
and even as a unicorn, I could feel the difference. The clouds far away had been white, fluffy,
ephemeral things. These clouds swirled like dark waters. Lightning flickered deep in the
depths, and thunder growled every few minutes. I felt like I was trapped beneath the Celestia
once again, despite the fact I could breathe. The saturated clouds soaked everything, and
we had water streaming off the balloon and the deck within minutes. The clouds were moved
by strange breezes I couldn't quite pin down. While Boomer and Twister pushed, Glory made
constant adjustments against the heavy, drab gray clouds she'd packed against the hull
to ensure that as much of the Fleur as possible was covered.
"I hate these skies," I heard Boomer mutter. I hated them too.
Suddenly, the clouds parted, and we saw a bright yellow glow blinking and flickering
in the gloom. It was a colossal black needle perhaps fifty feet long hanging down from
an immense black stormcloud. Glory hurriedly finished making a shell of cloud between the
deck and balloon, then ducked inside, out of view, as the winds carried us towards it.
Only narrow holes let us see out at the ominous spire.
"Damned crosswind! Why'd it kick up now?" Twister complained. The Fleur groaned as the
two forces of wind and pegasi fought over it. We were going to pass by the rod far closer
than I liked. Every second made the needle grow larger and larger. Yellow lightning flickered
along the black metal, and every now and then a bolt leapt off of the blinking talismans
and crackled through the surrounding storm clouds. At the top, where the metal connected
to the cloud, I could see clusters of cameras peering out in the storm clouds. Celestia
only knew how they could see anything. We passed a stone's throw from the lightning
rod, blinking talismans the size of my head flooding the inside of the shell with a harsh
glare. I only hoped that Glory's work had made us resemble just another cloud. I watched
as a band of lightning crackled off the nearest talisman and stretched towards us a moment
with flickering fingers, as if reaching for us. We might just get blasted by accident.
Then the bolt thudded down the shaft and discharged off the tip in a yellow fork.
"I really hate these skies," Boomer amended. I could also appreciate General Chaser's problem
of attacking the Tower. Any motion would have to be above the cloud layer. It would be suicide
to try and take a Raptor through these clouds. They would have to travel through open air,
easily detected and targeted by the tower's defenses. Lighthooves would have time to prepare,
and he could send missiles on flight paths where the Raptors were more spread out.
"Take us up," I said, wanting to avoid another brush with a lightning rod.
The balloon hissed as Scotch Tape pulled a lever, and we lifted up. The dark clouds began
to lighten a touch, and Glory flew back out and continued to work on the cloud layer.
Suddenly the Fleur lurched and groaned. Dozens of pink orbs showered down onto the deck.
"Take cover!" I yelled as one tumbled down and struck me right on the head. It burst
open. "I'm hit! Is anyone else hurt?!" "Calm down, Blackjack," Glory called from
above. "We just hit an apple tree is all." I blinked and picked up one of the mushed
pink globs. It was... vaguely... appleish. I heard rustling above us, and then brown
branches flopped off to the side of the ship. They resembled ropey tendrils studded with
the fleshy pink globs. "That's an apple tree?" P-21 said skeptically, and Scotch Tape appeared
a little insulted. It was an apple tree... if an apple tree had
been made to float. Where the trunk should be was an immense, swollen, oval sac much
like the gasbag of the Fleur. Atop it were hundreds thin branches with filmy leaves attached.
The 'roots' of the tree, and the fruits growing off them, acted as ballast. "That's not an
apple tree," Rampage declared flatly. "It is too," Glory said, defensively. "A lot
of our food is grown on top of the S.P.P. towers, but we couldn't begin to feed all
our people with such a small area... so we turned to cloud farming." We skimmed along
the cloud layer, Glory pulling the viewing slits into windows now that we were above
the lightning rods. I took a bite of a cloud apple and nearly gagged. It was like eating
glass... barely any taste at all. Like faintly apple-flavored paste.
"Takes really wet clouds to sustain cloud crops, though," Twister said. "You need lots
of water and cloud cover. But Thunderhead's always got the clouds for it; no need to irrigate
with the S.P.P. at all." She sounded a little jealous. We were floating through a veritable
orchard of 'trees', all bobbing on top of the clouds. They weren't so much rigid wood
as flexible fibers, and so they yielded for our passage with barely a problem.
The tops of the clouds had a strange terrain to them. There were hills and valleys filled
with the bizarre floating biomass. All of the plants sported some sort of gasbag. Cloud
wheat was thousands of balloon-sized clumps with pale yellow grain on top and long roots
on the bottom, like bobbing heads. There were cloud potatoes... that didn't seem much different
from their apples. Cloud corn was similar to wheat, except the ears all had their own
bubbles to tug them upright. "That is so weird," I remarked as we passed spidery bean plants.
There was more than just plant life up here, though. There were ponies working, too. I
could make out a half dozen of teams of pegasi loading crops onto skywagons in the late afternoon
light. The area up here was so large, though, that I didn't have any fear of them spotting
us from so far off. "Where's..." I began to ask, but as I turned
I saw that everypony was staring at it. Shadowbolt Tower.
It was utterly impossible to miss. The tower was a black hexagonal shape rising out of
a massive, dark, green-lit pit of clouds. It had to be the tallest structure ever built.
Each segment had talismans at every level, blinking bright blue. Shielding talismans?
Levitation? Magic had to be the only way such a feat of engineering was possible. The tower
didn't taper off, it widened. The higher one gazed, the bigger and more elaborate the tower
became. At the top was a massive blue dome, like a jeweled scepter. There were long, black
fingers stretching out into the air, landing docks for Vertibucks, Raptors, and Thunderheads,
I supposed. Where the tower started to widen, each side I could see of the hexagon bore
an enormous panel decorated with the winged rainbow lightning bolts of the M.o.A.
"Wow. That's really... really... big," I muttered weakly. It seemed to stretch for another mile
up into the sky, but I couldn't be sure. "That is the Equestrian Air Command. Shadowbolt
Tower. The one target that, thanks to the Core's anti-missile beam technology, never
got destroyed. And they tried." Glory said proudly.
Twister and Boomer were less impressed. "Y'all could refit the entire fleet with the metal
in that thing." "One, lots of it is the same ceramic as the
rest of the Hoof. Two, you could easily get that metal by trading with the surface for
scrap metal," Glory retorted. "That's gonna be a much harder cat to swing
after Maripony," my hearing caught Twister mutter.
"Where's Thunderhead?" I asked, peering at all the fluffy white globs above the cloud
layer. Lots of it seemed to be gathering and holding stations. Others were cloud... factories?
Well, they had to create those fluffy cloud terminals somehow! I looked for a tire-shaped
cloud but couldn't see... "Um... Blackjack?" Glory said as she smiled
and pointed past the cloud factories at a huge, curved wall of white slightly above
us. It was so large, I'd dismissed it as simply the background. "Welcome to Thunderhead."
We'd finally, truly, left the Wasteland. ________________
Footnote: Maximum Level Reached.
(Author's notes: Whew. Well, when moving and job plans fall through then there's always
getting the next chapter out. We're now into the enclave arc, where we get to see the consequences
of Operation: Cauterize out east. I still don't know what's going to be happening with
work and the like, so every bit donated is especially appreciated right now. I'm going
to start temping soon if I can't find somewhere to teach.
Huge thanks to Hinds, Bro, and Hidden Fortune for getting this done in record time. Seriously.
Four hours. New record for this year. Check out Hidden Fortune's fic Treasure Hunting
if you have the time. It will be worth your time. Huge thanks to Kkat, as always, for
making this awesome world for us to explore and enjoy. Huge thanks to folks who leave
feedback. It's greatly appreciated. I hope to have the next chapter out soon. Finally,
time to leave the wasteland!)