My Little Progress : Technology Isn't Magic - Thread 26

Yea

Should have waited until there was content.

>>27546669
Oi I'm working on something

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>Today started like any other day
>But there was something special about today
>Twilight had called a town meeting
>What for?
>Nobody knew for sure
>All she told us was that today marked the beginning of a new era in flight
>Naturally Rainbow Dash was excited
>In one of the nearby fields there was something hidden under a large canvas sheet
>And you're pretty sure you know what it is

>A few weeks ago she came over to visit
>It was the first time you let anyone in after you and your apartment suddenly appeared in ponyville
>While she was over she intrigued by a poster you had hanging on the wall
>It was of Roy Brown's Sopwith Camel vs The Red Baron's Fokker Dr.I
>She was surprised to learn we has such flying machines
>She was even more surprised to learn that the poster was of planes around 100 years old
>She wanted to learn everything about this new way to fly
>Unfortunately you weren't some living encyclopedia that could tell her everything
>All you could tell her were the basics
>Stuff like how they moved forward (propellers pushing the air)
>How they maneuvered in the air (Flaps that redirect the air)
>When she asked "Why does The Fokker have 3 wings to the Sopwith's 2"
>You didn't know but you guessed that more wings equals more lift
>Ever since then she had been busy working on some "top secret" project

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>>27547195

>It seems like today will be the day we see her progress
>Twilight walks on to the stage
>"Mares and gentlecolts I would like say thank for joining with me on this soon to be historic day"
>She sure seems pleased with herself
>"For you see thanks to Anon I learned of a whole new type of flying machine"
>Rainbow dash seems to deflate a little at that.
>Guess she wanted something that could improve her own speed
>"Machines that can move faster than any flying ship"
>That slightly perks her up at the mention of speed
>"Machines that humans have used and improved upon for over hundred"
>"I present to the first airplane! And it's first flight"
>She used her magic to lift the sheet up and reveal her masterpiece

Pic Related

>It seems she took your guess on the reason for number of wings seriously
>The resulting crash was partially your fault

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Well there's my first attempt at some greentext

>>27547211
Good to see you actually delivered. You missed words in a couple of places though.

Still, MOAR WHEN?

>>27547868
When I figure out what to write, how to write it and then write it

kl;'

mercy bump

>>27549602
pity bump

>>27550153
You make it sound so depressing

>be anon
>and luckily your collection of LEGO came with you to magical horse land
>it's some good entertainment when Twilight isn't running experiments
>of course, after she tried to dismantle your phone, you made sure to keep it in a bin under your bed
>no need for her to melt down your precious bricks

>you come back from picking up more socks from Rarity (who for some reason would no stop giggling about them to find... this.

>"Oh, hello Anonymous!"
>Twilight is sitting in the middle of what appears to be several crudely-built models of various buildings in Ponyville
>tiny, brightly-colored brick-built ponies dot the "town"
>Twilight is currently levitating what appears to be a brick-built zeppelin above the town.
>you recognize the colors on that airship
>you track your eyes to your LEGO bin
>you were building a battlecruiser in your spare time. It took you a week to build and you were almost done
>now only scraps of the superstructure remain, poking out of the bin
>"You're just in time! I was just about to commence a simulation of the effects of a Cumulus-class airship crashing into Ponyville!"
>her grin stretched from ear-to-ear.
>that would have sounded awesome
>if your thoughts did not only consist of screaming
"No thanks, Twilight."
>your grip tightens on your door
"I just remembered I need to pick up something else. You have fun."
>Twilight stares at you
>"...Okay. Thanks, Anonymous."
>you close the door and trundle to your kitchen
>with a bottle of Sweet Apple Acres's special Hard Jazz in your hand, you sit outside
>maybe you'll join her later
>but for now, you'll mourn your aborted ship.

>you trundle back up to your room after draining the bottle
>on your desk is a surprise
>your battleship sits re-assembled, right up to the point where you stopped
>next to it was a tiny brick hot-air balloon with a minifigure and a brick-built purple pony sitting in it
>you can't help but smile as you slide the balloon next to the ship
>suck is life in BriQuestria.

p.9 bump

>>27550780
cute&comfy

>>27550780
adorable

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>>27550780

>Twilight asked if the other elements could "partake in the human recreation equipment"
>you give your consent
>you walk into your room to see the horses doing their own thing with the plastic bricks

>Applejack is pushing around a tiny tractor
>Rainbow Dash has a blocky "fighter" in each hoof, and is zooming around the room making laser noises
>Fluttershy is tending to several small brick-built animals
>Twilight is doing some city planning with microscale buildings, while turning around a cheese slope in her magic
>Rarity is making rough shapes of pony clothes out of the bricks while also fretting about the way the minifigures were dressed
>Pinkie Pie-
>...
>she's crouched behind an oversized pink tank
>"Halt! Gesellschaftsspielzeit!"
>did you even have pink bricks?

>upon you opening the door, they all look up at you and beam their little horse smiles
>you can't help but return the smile as you sit down and begin to build

>>27556493
Now I want to play with some lego

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Aztec bump

>>27558372

>>27560088

I think I'll be posting some green, don't get your hopes up, be gentle pls

>>27561427
Don't feel bad if people AREN'T gentle with you.
Half the time I write green people ignore it or say it's mediocre, the other half the time they tell me to kill myself.

>Optical lenses suffered severe damage due to impact trauma to your head.
>The same impact that broke the machinery in your right arm and leg, leaving you with nothing but worthless organics hanging off the side of your body.
>There's a gaping hole in the front of your torso, and something is wrong with your back, leaving you in perpetual agony.
>Surrounded by nothing but silence, you can only wait here for rescue.
>On some desolate, unmarked planet, and your unremarkable ship and self, who would come looking for you?
>How long have you been out here?
>Being a Cyborg has its drawbacks, such as being very hard to kill, having no painkillers, and being forced to live through every agonizing moment of this slow death.
>Since you’re connected to a power source that is basically limitless, you won’t be dying due to a lack of charge any time soon.
>You’ve tried moving, but your servos are too weak, and your body is too heavy.
>Only one good arm, left leg isn’t doing too well anymore, organics failing in that one.
>Should have gotten more implants.
>You hear a distant bang of metal.
>Curious, the ship has been totally silent for years, now.
>Perhaps someone is searching the ship for survivors, or scrap.
>Either one will be a release from this torment.
>You activate a homing beacon using what is left of your innards, and start to hit the metal floor that you now lay on.
>On this backwater planet, whoever is looking through the ship might not have anything advanced to pick up your beacon, so you’d rather be sure that they know that someone else is here.
>Then again, the noise you’re making could scare whoever is in the ship away.
>Hopefully anyone who would bother searching through an old ship isn’t a complete coward.
>Soon enough, the distant clangs start getting closer.
>This ship isn’t very large, maybe 200 meters long, and 70 wide.
>A clang is close enough that it sounds like it’s in the same room as you, and a female voice soon accompanies it.

>>27561732
>You only recently discovered this cave, and already it has surpassed all your expectations.
>Its walls, floors, and ceilings are all made of some dark metal that seems to absorb all light.
>The light spell you have hovering around fails to bring about reflections and shadows in the cave.
>As you walk along, your hooves catch on some scrap laying about on the floor and loudly clangs around as it rolls away.
>You hear a distant banging, not like falling debris, but a constant rhythmical banging.
>Maybe there’s someone in here?
>You hastily walk through the strange metal cave, passing several blinking lights and strange rooms that you’ll have to look through later.
>Soon you come to a room with a figure against the wall on the far side of the room from the entrance.
>Your spell illuminates a bipedal figure sitting against the wall, with one of its metal arms banging on the floor, and the other seemingly fused with the wall, along with the rest of its back.
“Hello?”
>The sound of a sharp intake of air causes you to jump, but is soon followed by a voice from the body in the wall.
>”I am here,” it says slowly and quietly.
>You walk a little closer to it and feel a little sick as you see body more clearly.
>It seems to mostly be made of metal, but you can still see some flesh here and there, facial features, some organs, and meat bits.
>The torso is open, eyes are gone, one of its legs is torn to shreds and the other seems fine.
“What’s your name?”
>It goes silent for a moment before another intake of air, followed by a voice coming from somewhere in its body.
>”I am currently, Anonymous.”
“Well, Anonymous, it looks like you need some help.”
>The figure gives a stiff nod, losing some strange material that fuses most of its body to the wall.
“I think we should get you fixed up as soon as possible.”
>Its torso heaves and it sucks in more air.
>”Replacement only option, impossible otherwise.”

More possibly on the way, might take some time.

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>>27561761
That's a really good opening, I hope to see more

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>>27561732
>>27561742
Dis really good.
Do go on.

>>27561742
“Well, do you know where I can find some replacement parts?”
>”No.”
>You sigh and take a few steps back, trying to step around some more metal parts.
>None of these parts even resemble the limbs on Anonymous.
“Would any of the rooms in this ship contain replacement parts?”
>”Possibly,” it says slowly.
>You take some slow steps back into the hallway that you ran down to get into this room.
>How can you fix that thing up?
>You’re Twilight sparkle, you know how to use spells, not fix strange machines.
>Wait… maybe you won’t need parts.
>You walk back into the room with the machine and see it picking at the material holding it against the wall.
“Alright, I think I can get you out of here and then come back here for the parts, I’d rather not leave you unattended.”
>”Very well, if you are sure.”
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
>Usually you do…
>You slowly surround Anonymous with magic, figuring out where his body ends and where the wall begins.
>The material fusing him to the wall breaks down as you carefully pulverize it, and lift him gently from his spot, leaving a deep indent on the wall.
“Are you okay?” You say, trying not to break your concentration.
>”Whatever you are doing, do not stop.”
>You chuckle a bit and detach several cables going into Anonymous’s back.
>Carefully, you guide him through a doorway and up the hallway.
>Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
>Carrying him all the way back to ponyville will be tough.
>But it will be worth it, you have so many questions to ask him.
>You’ve never seen anything quite like him.
>Soon you bring him all the way out of the mouth of the cave.
“Mind if I put you down? It’s getting hard to concentrate, don’t want to drop you,” you grunt out.
>”Do so slowly, and gently.”
>You follow his instructions as best as you can, slowly putting him up against a tree in roughly the same position that you found him.

>>27562042

>He settles in reasonably well against the tree and you take a seat on the ground in front of him with a few feet between the two of you.
>Despite his ghastly appearance, you can’t help but feel fascinated by him in some way.
>After a few moments of silence, he breaks it.
>”Curious, how did you move me?”
“Well, with magic of course.”
>His head tilts, seemingly in confusion.
>”Magic?”
“Yes, are you not familiar with it?”
>”There is no such thing as… magic.”
>You chuckle some.
“Of course there is, how else could I have moved you?”
>He remains silent, maybe he’s thinking?
“Is there no magic from where you come from?”
>”None.”
>A world without magic?
“What do you have if you don’t have magic?”
>”Advanced technology.”
>You look back at the cave for a moment.
>So, is this even a cave?
“How did you get here?”
>”The ship that I was in.”
>You had a good feeling that was no cave.
>Well, now you feel like you can concentrate a little better, with more questions answered.
“Ready to get going again?”
>Anonymous gives a weak nod.
>Carefully, you envelope him in your magic and gently lift him off the ground.
>Soon you’re making good progress as you float him around, avoiding trees and anything that might hit him.
>Ponyville isn’t too far from here, and you can probably get the others to help you with getting parts back from the ship, maybe fill a wagon with them and you can figure out what goes where in his body.
>You’ve thought about a world without magic, though maybe for a bipedal creature it isn’t so bad, especially one that has hands.
>Maybe he can share his knowledge of technology with you and the other ponies, and tell fascinating stories of another world.
>Telling him about your world should also be fun, he’ll probably be amazed by the capabilities of magic.
>Hopefully he’ll fit into Ponyville well enough.

>>27562592
I'm liking actually smart Twilight, not the "magic is our lord and savoir" we usually see. Good change of pace, keep going

>>27563138

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>>27562592
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjUqUVrXclE

>>27563138
Really though

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>>27562592
>an interesting story
>competently written
>anon is easy to identify with while remaining flexible as a character
>twilight isn't a fucking retard

My god...
A good new story? I... I haven't seen one of these since Writefag_is_kill started writing.

>>27565861
Droid's story is nice too, a little rough in the beginning but it gets better

lets progress to page 1

>>27562592
>speaking the same language
>inb4 anon finds the statue of liberty

>>27567332
To be fair most stories have Anon and the ponies speaking the same language.

>>27568421

>>27569020

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>>27546463
next time use this one

>>27569611

>>27571067
I didn't know I needed this.

am i wanted?

>>27571337
yes

>>27571337
Of course you are

I'll be updating soon, stay tuned.

well, i had a thought about ret-conning the whole tsar timeline and taking a turn into a continued SoL thing.

>>27571877
If that's what you want, go for it

>>27571798
Looking forward to it

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>>27546733

>>27566631
He hardly gets any praise around here anymore. I like his story concept, but the way it was executed wasn't the best. If I wrote it, I would have had Anon in the last days of the war, just after ep 3. He's fleeing from the war, taking his fleet into an undiscovered part of the galaxy. Kinda like the sepnon story from the old SW threads, he sends some ships to cover their trail while he lands his troops and begins to manipulate the local populace into fighting each other, while reaping all of the benefits for himself. Might sound stupid, but I think that when he comes back, he should take this into consideration when he does that rewrite.

>>27571067
>>27573469
Ground control to Major Tom

>>27533079
I intend to address many of these things in the final act. Skipping the whole Titan thing would have just gotten there sooner. Thanks for the input though, it is greatly appreciated.

>”Kraaaaaaaa!”

>You are Spike.
>You are unphased.

“Guh...”

>That may have been a lie.
>A wave of exhaustion wracks your body.
>The guttural screech rang throughout the sky, chilling everyone to the bone.
>Then came the void.
>The cold, empty darkness in the pit of your stomach.
>You've never felt this way before, but somehow you know.
>Your fire has gone out.
>More and more magic left the world until finally, naught but the dregs remained.
>Ponies all around you collapse from exhaustion.
>And still you stand.
>You can feel it, the horrible aching coursing throughout your entire being.
>The meaty bits at least.
>The absence of magic is by no means comfortable.
>But the machines that have replaced your flesh will not yield.
>You've often wondered just how much of your organic body remained.
>The changes to your outside are striking enough.
>But you've never seen the inside.
>Now you have some idea.
>Your thoughts are clear and your senses sharp.
>Your memories are hazy, and many of your muscles lax.
>But your mechanical half- your better half is uninhibited.
>The rest of the world may be crippled by arcane depletion.
>But you?
>You're just ANGRY.

>”Uugh...”

>You ignore Twilight as she struggles to move.
>She needs magic, and you cannot provide.
>Instead, you write.

“I need access to all your facilities.”

>”What?”

“It’s urgent.”

>”No.”

“I wasn't asking. Do it now if you want to stand a chance in the fight to come.”

>>27574528
>”Stand a chance? I wield the fires of creation; I build STARS to fuel my wrath. I am the indisputable master of the physical realm, the fabric of reality itself bends to my will. Were it my wont I’d be able to reduce this entire world to dust. How might a being of mere flesh withstand that might? How could ANYTHING match the power I wield?”

“By devouring the magical potential of the entire world.”

…

“Look around. What do you see? Is it creatures of every description passed out, lying in the dirt. Gasping desperately to pull breath. And where are their friends, their family, their loved ones? Where are the ones who should be helping them? Struggling to even move, no doubt. They didn't all decide to take a nap at once. They've been drained of their magic, of the very power that sustains them. Frankly I fear for their safety. They cannot live without at least some magic, no more than they can live without breath. But that is a concern for later! Right now we need to deal with the monster that did this to them, the beast that now wields all of their magic. You say your power is unmatched, but can you honestly beat the whole world's might? I know your ways better than anyone else in the world, and I know magic better than you. You can't do this on your own.”

…

“You've suffered magical attacks before. That meteor storm that crushed me? Two ponies. What comes next will be thousands of times greater.”

>”Don't worry. About their safety, I mean. You don't slaughter your breeding stock. And yes, I do have enough power to crush that.”

“And if it’s been siphoning our magic for thousands of years? What then? What if our entire world exists to feed this one creature? What if our entire history amounts to nothing more than food? Can you fight that?”

>”Yes.”

“And can you do so without your creator getting caught in the crossfire?”

>”That is… a valid concern. Tell me your suggestions.”

>>27574536
“It would be faster if you just let me-”

>”No. Far too risky. These Titan creatures aren’t so far beyond my understanding as you might think. It has full access to all the knowledge of my creator, but must actively seek out information to make use of it. It cannot learn anything without first knowing it is there to learn. So too with I and the datalinks. It draws strength from its creation, draining energy from others to do its will. So too with I and my machines. It solves its problem with billions of tools rather than resorting to a select few. How many ponies are there to drain? How many dragons? Changelings, gryphons, buffalo… I’m sure you’ve noticed that I too tend towards quantity. It hides in the shadows and works from afar, using proxies to do its will. I’m not even on your world anymore. Trust me, I know the limitations these approaches bring, but more importantly, I know how this thing thinks. There are… nearly three quadrillion machines in my control and I can order them to do ANYTHING at will. I’ve little doubt these Titans can do something similar. It created you, or at least designed your blueprint. It knows you better than you know yourself. It knows how you work, how you think, and more importantly it knows how to manipulate you. For all I know, hell, for all YOU know, it’s already in charge. My creator trusts you a great deal, perhaps he’d be willing to grant you access to my network. But you may have been compromised. I’ll not grant you direct power, but I am willing to take your council. What must I do?”


>You have no name.
>You don't need one.
>Names are for lesser beings, those who need to rely on others.
>Those who form groups and communities.
>Names are for food.
>What you need is magic.
>Power.
>Energy.
>The biped failed you, but its efforts weren't for naught.
>You have much more direct access to the mana above.
>The countless tons of rock no longer block you.

>>27574528
Oh thank goodness, I thought you made friends with a boat propeller for a while there.

>>27574542
>They no longer inhibit your access to magic.
>Within the confines of your undersized prison, you open your maw and drink.
>Metaphorically.
>Your draw deeply from the energies your progenitors left for you.
>From the livestock of your cradle.
>You can feel them fading, weakening.
>You stop.
>It would be unwise to drain them completely.
>You're still dependant on them.
>You will be for centuries to come.
>So strange that two beings seem unharmed.
>The not ape, and the half dragon.
>That ape bothered you when you first noticed it.
>You could have sworn you'd exterminated them millennia ago.
>They were of no use to you.
>Generating such a paltry amount of magic, and competing with your useful breeds to boot.
>And then this one appears, showing even less magical potential.
>That's why you investigated it so closely.
>What you found was fascinating.
>The horrendous mess that was its genome was your first hint. Your progenitors would never have been so sloppy.
>But its memories…
>Those were enlightening.
>A species that thrived without magic.
>A species that was only just starting to augment itself.
>And it was strange beyond measure.
>Born without knowledge of the world around them, they devoted decades to learning simple things.
>They even need to learn to walk.
>Not like you.
>Your knowledge is built into your genome.
>To think that such a species could succeed in the universe is laughable.
>But yet, they’ve managed well enough.
>You’ll have to visit this ‘Zeus-5’ it calls home.
>Perhaps you might discover something.
>Something that might make you the greatest of your kind to date.
>Something that can augment your magic.
>But first, you must come into your own.
>You must free yourself from the hole you’ve lived in for countless years.
>You must hatch.
>It would have been far easier if that biped had finished its job.
>It would have taken much less of your strength and tired you out much less.
>But you’ve drawn enough magic to manage anyway.

>>27574549
>The earth trembled.
>A flash of light burst forth from the borehole. Followed by a resounding crack.
>Minutes pass.
>Thin, long tendrils of pure white light emerged.
>Wrapping and coiling about the smoking wreckage of the destroyed drill.
>They pulled.
>And from the abyss emerged a pearlescent orb, roughly 200 meters in diameter.
>The magical tendrils dissipated as the orb slowly rotated.
>The one feature on the otherwise perfect sphere, a small black indentation, locked on to a creature in the distance.
>The only being still standing.
>It looked at Spike.
>To say it ‘saw’ would be a mistake. The nameless beast had no use for light.
>But it sensed.
>And it was fascinated.
>It reached out and touched the not dragon's mind.
>What it found was stranger still.
>Whereas the other biped’s mind had been a chaotic mess of barely compatible thoughts, this one was…
>Fractured.
>Almost as though most of it weren't even there.
>It would need to examine this creature later.
>But for now…

SLEEP.

>A trace amount of magic worked its way into the half dragon's skull, and probed around.
It sought a very specific ganglion, a nerve cluster that was placed specifically for this one purpose.
>To facilitate control.
>But there was nothing but metal there.
>The impossible mesh of metal and flesh rubbed its head as pain ran through its head.
>Then, it braced itself.
>It stood tall atop the strangely glowing box and glared at the Titan with its cold, dead eye.
>It raised both claws high in the air.
>And extended the middle digit of each one.
>A vertical seam opened up on the Titan as the shell split in two.
>A gooey mass of pink flesh wreathed in light lay within, slowly pulsating.
>It was preparing to drain the thing totally of its magic.
>Such disrespect would not be forgiven.
>Unnamed ichor slowly dripped to the ground below the beast as it prepared its spell.
>Thousands of beams of light drop from the heavens, burning away the flesh within.

“Graaaaah!”

>>27574554
>The shell snapped closed, smoke wafting skyward as the Titan levitated itself higher.
>It sought out the source of magic that so boldly wounded it as the beams harmlessly reflect off its smooth exterior.
>It found nothing but the void of space.
>There was only one possible source then.
>The not ape.
>It wielded a strange power that the nameless neonate had grown fascinated with.
>Something that defied its understanding of reality.
>It dug through the puny being’s miniscule brain seeking answers.
>The inconceivably vast stores of knowledge it held always proved a surprise.
>So much information stored in such a paltry brain.
>Fractured, distorted information that needed to be reconstructed with each recall.
>But an impressive amount nonetheless.
>It found an incredible memory, one of lights meant to burn flesh.
>Of machines that destroyed matter itself.
>Of flying weapons that forgot to fall.
>Of innumerable tools of death which could very well rival the most destructive spells in existence.
>And each of these memories were associated with the same thoughts.
>Temporary.
>Crude.
>Prototype.
>The Titan was conflicted.
>Torn between respect, and an emotion it was never meant to experience.
>Fear…
>It had been hundreds of generations since any of their kind had felt that.
>Somewhere, deep within the most primitive parts of its brain, the flesh that grew naturally before this being’s ancestors had first cast their spells to rework their genome…
>It demanded action.
>The Titan began firing bolts of mana wildly towards the heavens in the hopes of thinning out the lights from above.
>Then came they volley of flame.
>Thousands of small flying machines swarmed out from the dome below, and from them small projectiles burst forth.
>Blasts of inconceivable proportions bombarded the Titan, blowing off chunks of its shell.
>An immediate instinctual response, one programmed in 12 generations ago, threw up a magical shield around its body.

>>27574562
>The top of the metal dome came apart, gaping holes opening as projectiles tore through the skies.
>The Titan threw its magical force at them, desperately trying to slow them down.
>But the harder it pushed, the harder they pushed back.
>The slugs tore through its flesh, sending violent shockwaves through the delicate innards.
>But this flesh had been specifically designed to be mended by magic.
>The wounds began closing even as the volley continued.
>Before long, the beast began to tire.
>It knew it couldn’t withstand this torture forever.
>It had to destroy the machines launching those projectiles.
>The not ape would likely be lost in the process, and would no longer be useable for study.
>A shame, but there are apparently many many others.
>It levitates higher into the sky, bullets all the while tearing through its body.
>On the inside of its shell a vast array of specialised cells began glowing, drawing the spell sigil it would use.
>The entirely instinctual process quickly adjusted for the wounds; the gaping holes in its shell ruining the primary pathways that it would normally use.
>A shockwave descended on the dome below, flattening huge portions of inconceivably complex machinery.
>The metal drake yelled some words that were lost to the din of the destruction, and slammed its claws down upon the glowing box.
>Hundreds of rockets descended from the sky, shattering the sound barrier as their thrusters lit up the afternoon night sky.
>A pathetic attempt at violence compared to the other munitions that were so recently at play.
>A bolt of raw mana collided with the first, causing it to erupt into a dense cloud of…
>Arcane dust.
>Ground up magically conductive gems.
>The next bolt came, and dissipated into a brilliant flash of light
>The dark mid-day sky was illuminated painfully across half the globe as more and more spells tried and failed to destroy the incoming rockets.

>>27574568 (You)
>One slammed into the Titan, its shield spell flowing through the airborne material.
>It wasn’t enough; the energy ionized the dust before the creature’s magical reserves could be bled dry.
>But then came another, and another, and hundreds more.
>Incredible brilliance illuminated the world, blinding what few observers still had strength to watch the battle.
>Until finally…
>A small charred hunk of shell fell to the ground below, the dust raining down on the smoldering heaps of twisted metal that once made the Sanctuary.
>And all was silent.

That's it. Paste is way out of date but I haven't decided where to break it to start part 3.

I'm moderately pleased with how this one turned out. Not worth the shitshow that it took to set it up in my opinion, but it's over now. If you have questions about the events of this dump I plan on the characters discussing it next time, so don't worry about it too much. Hopefully I managed to get the important stuff down clearly enough that you'll follow without needing the followup, but even if not... meh.

Yes. Their lifecycle is absurd. I know.

>>27574544
Ah. An understandable concern, but you are mistaken. You seem to have confused me with a manatee.

>>27574630
fully erect and eager for more

>>27574592
I think it was easy enough to follow. Just remember how stupid the average person is, and that 49% of people are even stupider.

Tbh it's a very interesting conceptual lifecycle. Using an entire planet as a shell, and slowly siphoning the energies of its inhabitants is pretty clever.

I'm looking forward to the abject terror the ponies will have when they realize that Anon straight up BTFO a Titan.

>2:35 am
>captcha has been food three times in a row
Fuck you I'm hungry now.

>>27574649
Bah. I was hoping to have the edit done before anybody noticed. No such luck. For any who are curious I tweaked the second to last line to reduce redundancy.

>>27574660
I think it was fine either way desu.
You should keep writing because I need entertainment.

>>27574649
I would do well to remember this 49% thing. That and that nobody will put as much thought into my works as myself, so seemingly obvious details are likely to be missed. Any aspiring writefags should take note.

And thanks. It was an interesting challenge to try and convey the workings of a completely fictional species in such a way. Relying on descriptions and thoughts rather than an actual exposition that might feel like a lecture.

>>27574667
As I said, minor tweak. Probably wouldn't have bothered anybody, but saying that stuff was 'below' twice in one sentence seemed excessive.
And don't worry, I intend to keep writing. I've already got another story in the early stages of outlining, though this one might yet last a fair while. I'm pretty much the worst when it comes to predicting how many words plot points will use. As an example, this story is already 6 times as long as I planned on it being.

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>>27574842
It's over?

The ride ended?

It can't be over. The ride NEVER ends

>>27574842
Never thought I would see a completed story in these thread so congratulations

https://youtu.be/WB9SL-mZtVY?t=1m3s

>>27574842
I'm a bit confused. Is the story well and truly over, or is there going to be an epilogue type of thing?
Either way, it's all absolutely fantastic. Pretty much the best thing to come out of this general imho.

>>27575903
It's not over, just that chapter of it is over.

>>27574554
The worst part about this is that no one is around to see spike giving a Titan the double bird to make it open up.

>>27574549
>>The horrendous mess that was its genome was your first hint. Your progenitors would never have been so sloppy.

Genetic strands- sloppy, but effective

>>27574562
>Of machines that destroyed matter itself.
>Of flying weapons that forgot to fall.
>Of innumerable tools of death which could very well rival the most destructive spells in existence.
>And each of these memories were associated with the same thoughts.
>Temporary.
>Crude.
>Prototype.
I love the wording here. Makes the human so mystical and terrifying rather than normal and human. Love it.

>>27577056

>>27574630
Same Anon that gave you the review last thread.
Still liking it. That was a pretty solid wrap up.
Looking forward to reading the aftermath of this situation.

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>>27578436
Good on you AJ!

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>>27562592
>>27574630
You two are good writers. You should keep going.

>>27574630
Cool fight, I was sort of hoping Anon would regain his mind for long enough to kill the Titan himself but I suppose that might have been a bit cliche.Interesting take on the alien's life cycle though.

so, the titan is ded.

livestock cannot live without constant drain of magic.

alicorns is overflowing with energy and violently explode.

it is like cancer but instead of multiplying cells it is energy supercharge.

>>27580470
>livestock cannot live without constant drain of magic.
I'm not so sure about that. I might have misread the story, but shouldn't the lack of draining their magic make their lives so much better?

>>27580470
What if it's like blood cells production - magic is only synthesized when needed, diffusing from unknown source and when the drain is gone, it will reach natural equilibrium and balance itself.
But first, magic field will have to fill the numerous places with low magic aura.

>>27580584
>fill the numerous places with low magic aura
That might or might not kill Anon.

>>27580584
Very interdasting

good night bump from 9.

page 9

>>27583854

>>27584671

>>27585380
4 bumbs in a row

>>27571798
Broken will surely deliver

>>27588578
I would love a greentext that was basically just more of this

after looking at all the lines i have to delete; i guess it'd be better to just make a new green.

topics?

fuck it, whatever- i'm just going to go at it.

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Were live!

>"You think he's dead?"

>"No, Rainbow, I already checked, he's breathing."

>"Well, maybe it's a she- just look at it!"

>"Darling, I know a stallion when I see one! That is-"

>"Rarity! Are you really going to do this?!"

>"Eh, no- sorry darling."
>The high pitched voices echoing all around you, coming from no place in particular.
>Your pounding headache had begun working its way around your body, knocking at familiar body parts, seeing if anybody was home.
>When the all-too familiar pounding found it's way to your feet, you started to see again.
>You felt the heat of the sun radiating around you, so it must be day.
>Their voices would come in and out of your mind, you knew they were saying something, but you didn't know what their words were, save for the first couple of sounds; re-assuring you that you could still process information.
>Your mind fades to black once again as your brain forgets how to work.

>When you wake up, your on a small couch, with some soup and salad on a small table.
>The first thing to come back was your sense of smell.
>You smelled the saltiness of the soup, you knew it was a vegetable soup of sorts.
>The salad, however, left you confused.
>You didn't know the smell of salad all that well, but you knew there was salad somehow.
>There was no ranch on it. Just vegetables.
>You deduce that there must be a table next to you, as the smells are coming from off the ground.
>The place you were at reminded you of your uncles pet shop in town. A little mom- and pop deal, that sold puppies for a real cheap price.
>They were so cute, you remember the fuzz of their fur on your face, their nuzzling snouts, their licking; their immediate affection, an animalistic trait imposed by humans, their companionship, an unending well of love.
>Amidst this reverie, you brain falls back asleep.

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>>27589892

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>>27589892
>>27589998
>When you wake up, your eyes open.
>your window's to your soul are tired, and pained. But your soul itself is lively.
>Your mind opens along with your mouth, yawning in context and yawning out your eternal relaxation.
>Your in a cottage of sorts, animals litter the area, little furry creatures littering the ground like garbage in a crackhouse.
>Whomever owned this place was either a hoarder or a hippie.
>The animals were all asleep, you note, and your soup is cold, a grand-father clock over in the far corner notes that it is about 4:35 AM.
>It's night-time, and you're energized, like you've been given a new battery.
>Probably have, for all the time you spent asleep.
>You note, you have a horrid stomach ache that wont dismiss you until you get some food.
>Reaching towards the soup, you grab the bowl, and silently sip at the substance.
>In what seems like a moment, the bowl of soup is gone, but that isn't saying much, there was maybe two cups of soup in there.
>But, for you- it was the most delicious meal you've had in a while, even though that isn't saying much. It's something.
>Putting the bowl down, you disturb what looks like a Golden Retriever with wings and pink hair.
>It must not be a dog, rather- a very strange, small pony.
>You deduce, that you are in the afterlife, though it doesn't seem like much of a heaven, more rather- as if you had taken a step onto another boat, one that's different in size, shape, and crew, but a boat nonetheless.
>And here you were, thinking there was no afterlife.
>the voices from earlier must have never seen something like this before, so; you deduce, this is built entirely for you, and nobody else you've ever met would have a chance of coming here.
>Your disheartened by the thought.

>>27590057
>But, you're enlightened by the fact that your thoughts themselves, realizing that you're still thinking and understanding, even though even beginning to understand what's happened would be like putting a child through college.
>It's night, you remember, and- in an effort to not wake up the master of the house's pets, you step over the small Pegasus and around all the little rabbits and other rodents that litter the ground.
>You notice that by the door is a pot of tea on an ornate silver platter and cup.
>You lift the tea kettle to find that, even though the tea is cold- it's nearly full.
>Picking up the plate, you look at the shiny specks of sugarcubes that litter themselves on the tray, presenting themselves in small pyramid like structures.
>You quietly pick one of the small structures up, and place it in front of what you assume to be the master of this house's pet, curled into a ball on the floor, right in front of where you were laying, providing you with comfort.
>it deserves a reward of sorts, for providing companionship for you.
>You decide, it is time for a walk
>You turn, and walk out of the door, making sure your Converse do not make any squeaking or creaking noises.
>You walk around, looking at the cottage behind you.
>It's half house and half tree, like a hobbit's house, except with a tree instead of a hill.
>The night is very peaceful, the moon shining bright, and full.
>You walk along the path, marveling at the architecture of this world, you couldn't have painted it better
>You pull out your Ipod, placing your earbuds in your ear, and turning it to shuffle.
>you forward passed a couple of songs that do not fit the mood, before the Beach Boys' pet sounds rings its way into your brain.
>you tuck up your jacket, re-knot your scarves, and head out to find a good view of the stars.

>>27589892
This is the continuation of >>27562592 right?

>>27590313
no, definatley not. this is a new green, anon

>>27590202
___
>Soon enough, you find a comfortable spot below a tree that spaces out to see the stars.
>You do not recognize the little orbs. They act as foreign as can be- twinkling and sparking, producing a defiant tone.
>You pour yourself some tea, and plop one sugarcube in it, and take a drink, not bothering to mix the cube as you know the sugar won't mix well anyway.
>You take a sip, noting that it is black tea, with a very sweet undertone.
>Even though this is sugar, it is very potent, and mixes very well. Maybe a form of nectar, you note.
>By the time pet sound's ends, you're so lost in your own thoughts that you do not realize what music you're listening to.
>You wish other humans could get this engrossed in their own mind.

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>>27590388
forgot picture
pic related is the tree he's sitting under

>>27590507
But Anon, that tree doesn't exist anymore. The only way he could be sitting under that is if he's in the throne room in the crystal castle (tm)

>>27590641
Shh

>>27590388
Man that sounds so relaxing

>>27591639
this green made me go and actually act out this green, getting myself tea, finding a tree, and sitting under it while looking up and drinking tea.

can confirm, as comfy as it sounds

Well this is different! I'm liking it!

>>27591639
>>27591658
Double confirming that sitting under a tree and getting lost in your own mind is an excellent way to pass time.

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>>27589892
>your on a small couch
Please see pic related.

>A little mom- and pop deal, that sold puppies for a real cheap price.
Colloquialisms a best.

>Your in a cottage of sorts
>Your disheartened by the thought.
...

Grammarnazi-ism aside, this was really quite nice. Thanks, anon.

>>27590388
very nice.

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So, new to this thread anon here.

Planning to catch up via archives but I wouldn't mind a quick description of what this thread wants to be thematically. Like, is AiE-ness a requirement (ignoring whether it's /typical/, as I know nor/mlp/people can't seem to get enough of Anon)? Thanks in advance.

>>27591639
>>27591769
>>27591925
>>27592653
>>27592823
don't worry, there's definitley more where that came from.

>>27592902
well, to redpill you, anon is in the prompt. but nobody's going to reject a green with a technologically enchanted pony.

>>27592902
>is AiE-ness a requirement
It isn't *explicitly* required, however you will be hard pressed to write green for this thread without Anon.

Worth noting that, although this is Tech in Equestria, Anon doesn't have to bring technology to equestria. One story that I really want continued had Anon bringing Earth's culture (music, books and stuff) to equestria.

>>27590388
Not bad. You constantly use the wrong form of your/you're, and there are other smaller errors as well, but overall the story itself is decent.

>>27593047
I would. It's very difficult to self insert as a pony, which is what the vast majority of us are here to do.

What happened to the Moondancer green?

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>>27593358
>If it does not have hands I cannot relate to it.
Well, I guess every general has to have at least ONE faggot in attendance. Pleased to meet you, anon.

>>27592568

>>27593377
It's still happening, but it's LP's story, so it's slow as fuck.

>>27594000
LP's re-write and the other story are both dead links. How much was re-written?

>>27594125
I don't know. I just stuck with the original story, which is, in my opinion, just fine as it is.

>9
Not on my watch.

>>27594125
Maybe a few paragraphs it wasn't much

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i collected all those "such is life in equestria" one-shots

i miss any?

>>27598410

>>27597622
I love these greentexts

>>27597622
You probably missed heaps, but at least we have some immortalised.

>>27597622
These were hilarious and adorable.

Does Anon usually call Twilight "Twiggles" by convention in this thread, or is this a broader thing?

>>27600416
It's a broader thing.
On mobile, so I can't show you my favourite usage of this nickname.

>>27590388
>Soon enough the radiating warmth of daylight creeps its way onto your face.
>To you, soon is a very relative term, your little escape into your mind was no small amount of time.
>You had made some small conclusions when you were sitting there, mainly about the science that could back an afterlife.
>as Heisenberg one quoted, though-
"The first gulp of Natural Science brings Atheism, but at the bottom of the glass, god is waiting for you."
>Or, something like that.
>Maybe it was the act of a higher power, hell if you know, though-
>Once again, like putting a child through college, you really shouldn't even try.
>So you don't, mostly- you remain agnostic because belief is not the highest point of knowing, facts are.
>And the one thing that humans can't even begin to understand, start manifesting themselves to be beliefs.
"From beliefs come horrible things, people are way to quick to argue, about everything- even though all they have are-"
>"Opinions, one's that are not understood."
>A voice to your left startles you, but does not leave you scared after, the voice was reserved, but slightly sad sounding, normal, reserved, like a perfectly drawn circle. Her voice echoed a light amount of color, if that made any sense.
>You turn your head to see a near carbon copy, in body shape, of the one animal you had left sugar cubes last night.
>Something clicks, and you understand what exactly those beings are.
>They're not animals, rather, they're sentient beings of mind as well as matter.
>You decide, that- instead of questioning her existence, you continue to conversation, in order to gain her respect, and show you are not one of prejudice, like you believe she is.

>>27600599
MOAR.

>>27600599
>>27600795
jesus, fine.

>She joins you, looking at the sun that's supplemented the moon.
>She begins, trying her damned hardest to sound colloquial.
>"I'm Twilight, by the way; I live in the tree behind you."
>You think of something that might provide a bit of levity. Because this meeting is, strange to say the least. And not because you're meeting a new sentient species. That would be more exciting, but this- this is just, strange.
>But, something about this feels, comforting- for whatever reason, like you two were holding an air of nostalgic sentiment, comforting casualness, like two friends meeting for the first time in fifty years.
>It was strange, one of the strangest feelings, and closing your eyes didn't help, the air itself was thick like gravy.
>without turning your head, and gazing at the horizon in the distance, you speak.
"Do all of you sleep in trees?"
>You say that last statement very nonchalantly, in a manner reminiscent in a joke said by a person who's near death.
>Definitely not the levity you were hoping for.
>"No." she says. "Most of us sleep in buildings, but me and my friend Fluttershy live in trees for the time being."
>She blinks, and her large eyelashes cast a shadow that catches the corner of your eye.
>She's sitting pretty close to you, whatever reason is unknown, her heat is pressing onto you along with the sun now.
>You have a light realization.
"You must be tired."
>Her eyes flutter a bit, and she acknowledges your comment.
>"yeah, I just woke up.

>>27600447
Huh. I guess I just haven't come across much it before. Although there's plenty Anon, there isn't a lot of Mane 6 in the threads I'm most used to.

>>27600798
Damn. This shit is like music for the eyes.

>>27600953
I'll give you a run down of names I've heard used.

TS:
Twiggles, Purple Smart, Purple Nurple, Bookhorse

Pinkie:
Ponk, Pankas

Fluttershy:
YellowQuiet

Applejack:
Appul Horse, Background Pony

RD:
Rainbow Autism, Blue Fast, TopCunt

Rarity:
>implying Rarity is popular enough to get nicknames

>>27600983
>Implying Rarara doesn't already have one.

>>27600798
>>27600953
what key is it in?

>You two sit, basking in the awkward tone of silence, your mind still wide awake, seeing as it saw to you getting quite a bit of sleep.
>Nut, there was one need that was clawing its way into the front of your mind… it was sustenance.
>The sorrowful bowl of vegetable soups' effect was waning on your conscience and gullet, and your brain was beginning to ask for more.
>They're little sentient horses, so they might just graze, so you would have to go look for fruit, or maybe they are simply vegetarian.
>But, since the illusion of sentience is on your mind, another trope of civilization comes to mind.
>Money.
>If this is a civilization, rather than a tribe, then there must be currency of some sort.
>Hopefully a bunch of tiny horses could make use of your mind and matter.
"I'm sorry, Twilight, that I have to ask this, but~"
>"Yeah, it's no problem if you get me some food- err, I mean, if I get you some food."
"Thank you, Twilight."

>>27601062
f sharp

bump?

>>27600599
They're sapient. Sentient is the ability to perceive, so most things are sentient. Sapient is the ability to possess wisdom/intelligence.

>>27601062
There's a very relaxing feeling to your story. It doesn't help you post at around midnight for me so it puts me right to sleep.

>>27575228
>>27575705
>>27575903

Not over. Final act begins now. How long that will be is anybody's guess.

>>27576627
Then I have succeeded. Thank you.


>You are Anonymous.
>You are absolutely terrified.
>And broken.
>And bloodied.
>And poisoned.
>It’s not a good day to be you.
>Last thing you remember you REALLY wanted to disable all your weapons systems and present yourself for vivisection.
>Now you find yourself strapped down to a table with far more wires and tube wrapped around your person than you care for.
>You draw a deep breath through the tube shoved into your lungs.
>Even with the drugs coursing through your veins you feel like warmed over death.
>You activate your implants and check the datalinks.
…
>You are in worse shape than you'd expected.
>The kinetic surge that flattened most of your base was mostly absorbed by your armor.
>And the E.M. radiation from the Titan dying, the massive burst of heat and light, didn't do much damage thanks to the shielding and internal climate controls.
>And still you've massive, widespread spontaneous necrosis all throughout your body.
>It appears your concerns had some validity to them.
>This strange energy is vital to their biology, and hazardous to yours.
>You've never been directly exposed to anything more than background levels before.
>At least, not for more than a few seconds.
>Having it directly used on your body was bad enough. Being so close when that clam thing started leaking it everywhere only made things worse.
>You'd sorta been hoping to augment yourself with their power once you figured it out. That's still worth considering, but it just got more complicated.
>You'll need much more data before you can determine how much is safe.
>But for now…
>Probably best if you keep your distance.
>Hanging out in space seems like a good idea.
…
>You need to build that gate.
>It's been months.

>>27603890
>The mission was long enough that that might not have been noticed yet; they could well believe you had to make a course correction.
>But the people back home are going to start thinking you're dead before long.
>Assuming they remember you're out here.
>But you'll need to rebuild an awful lot before that's even an option.
>Thankfully, this time you're not starting from scratch.
>And hopefully, this time you won't need to fight.
>Those laser satellites should keep your stuff safe from the wildlife.
>And you've got a decent foundation to work with thanks to the orbital industries.
>Your other you has been busy.
>But you can't rely on it to do everything.
>They went dormant pretty much the instant you were safe.
>Funny thing about having no emotion or desires. You tend not to do much of anything without them.
>It would have been nice if he’d gotten rid of the boneheads, but you can’t have it all.
>You’ll quickly put something together to keep them away.
>What remains of your gear should be plenty, you don’t need to have everything rebuilt.
>So you can afford to put it off for a little while.
>Tomorrow you'll start rebuilding the Sanctuary.
>Tomorrow.
>For now?
>You're going to watch satellite footage of the Titan dying.
>It's calming to just watch the bastard exploding.
>Over. And over. And over. And over…
>You are Twilight Sparkle.
>You are being shaken awake.
>Fairly gently.

“I feel sick, mommy…”

>”I'm not your mommy. If anything you could be argued to be mine.”

>You reluctantly open your eyes.
>A hideous mesh of metal and flesh is staring down at you.

“Waugh!”

>You try to get up- to run!
>But your legs just won't carry you.
>It doesn't move as you try, and fail to get out of your cot.
>Wait…

“Oh. Sorry, Spike. I- I had a bad dream.”

>He just looks at you.
>It's so hard to read his face now…
>Maybe he bought it?
>With all he's been through, all he's about to go through…
>You don't want him to feel shunned.

>>27603896
>Even if he does creep you out.
>His life will be hard enough with what comes next…

“So… that’s it then. We failed. They’re back…”

>You don’t feel as scared as you expected.
>Defeated, depressed, ashamed…
>But not scared.
>Perhaps it’s the inevitability?
>The certainty of the times ahead bring dread, but when you already know exactly what’s going to happen...

>”Naa. Titan’s super dead.”

>What?

“How?”

>”A barrage of high altitude MIRVs containing about half a tonne of arcane dust per warhead. My own personal design. Well, based on my own design.”

>You didn’t exactly understand that.
>But you get the feeling it would take a while to explain.
>You’ll ask later.

“How did I wind up in bed?”

>”That helped.”

>He gestures lazily toward a massive suit of…

“Luna! “

>”Is still sleeping. She got it worse than you. The armor brought her here, helped me get everypony indoors, and then just shut down. It's been standing there stock still for hours.”

>If Spike was creepy, this is terrifying!
>A black, featureless face staring right at you.
>You’ve been told it has the same cannon that shattered your shield.
>The one that made a crater in the ground from a single claw gesture.
>The one that could vaporise you at a moment's notice.
>No eyes to blink.
>No mouth to smile, or to snarl.
>No-

>”Can you walk?”

>You begin to move your legs, much more calmly this time.
>With some trouble you find yourself standing up a few minutes later.

>”Great, ‘cause you gotta go home now.”

“Wh- what Why?”

>”Follow me.”

>He leads you to the door, patiently waiting as you slowly make your way across the floor.

>”Right. I don’t want you to freak out or anything, so I’m going to give you a warning. We’ve been, uhh, invaded. There’s an army out there.”

“WHAT?”

>He pushes the door open before you have a chance to ask for details.
>You see them.

>>27603926
>Hordes of lifeless machines, each modelled to look like a giant version of ape.
>All except for the missing head.
>The unpainted steel shines dimly in the starlight as their upper appendages stick straight forward.
>Some of them turn to face you.
>The legs- arms they’ve got pointed at you have a brilliant blue light emitting from the tip,
>On its front in glowing red text you see the message.

[BONEHEADS GO HOME. T-6376 S]

“Wha- why?”

>”C’mon, I’ll walk you down to the train.”

“But-”

>”No. Let’s get going. They’re clearly designed to intimidate rather than fight, but I think you probably want to do what he says anyway.”

>He firmly pulls on his leg, demanding you follow.
>You take one cautious step forward. Then another.
>When they don’t react- when they don’t kill you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.
>Your heart is racing.
>Your blood is cold.
>Being escorted through the scores of murderous machines by yet another machine...

>”Try not to be too upset with him. Imagine where he’s coming from. He comes to this world totally unarmed and everything keeps trying to kill him. Then, just when he’s convinced he’s safe, something turns him into a puppet. Starts to dig around in his head.”

>You’ve started going downhill towards the train station.
>They aren’t following you…

>”They don’t have mind control or any kind of telepathy at all. They can’t read minds, at least from what I can tell. His head’s been totally private for his whole life, and then something comes along and violates him. Starts changing things. Maybe even left some permanent changes, he has no way of knowing.”

>They’re still not following.
>You’re still scared.
>But the mind numbing terror has passed.
>Now you can at least think clearly enough to follow what Spike’s saying.

>>27603936
>”And what’s worse is that he doesn’t understand how it happened at all. Or how to protect himself. The fear that you felt when he marched in here and ate your super-spell without even flinching, the horror of seeing him rip Celestia’s infernals apart with ease… How did you feel when he first demonstrated those explosive rounds? The ones that could wipe out canterlot with a single shell, the size of one of your teeth? There was a clear and present danger to you, you had no idea how to stop it, how it worked, when it would come back... That’s how he’s feeling right now. The main difference is that he’s sending you home on a train instead of in a hearse.”

“Why would he call us such an awful name?”


>He opens his mouth for a moment, words clearly on the tip of his tongue.
>He shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh.

>”I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t even know it’s an insult, and it’s easier than saying ‘anypony with a horn’. Doesn’t need to specify alicorns too, or exempt Luna; she’s allowed to stay, I already asked. Or maybe he’s just lashing out. If the worst thing that comes of this is that he calls you a mean name you should consider yourself lucky.”

>His words do little to assuage your fears.
>If it’s that afraid of magic, who’s to say he won’t hunt down magic users?
>It certainly could.
>You arrive at the train, parked at the station.
>You see no activity around it, no signs that it’ll be moving any time soon.
>It’s strange to see it so lifeless. When it passes through Ponyville there’s always such a flurry of activity about it.
>Boarding, departing, baggage handling…
>Here it just looks like…
>Like another machine.

>”Think you can get on board on your own? I need to head back up.”

“What? You’re not coming home with me?”

>”Not yet. There are a few other unicorns to bring down here, but after that… we’ll see. Somepony needs to negotiate with him, and he’s not scared of me. Unlike you, he knows how I work. You of all ponies should understand the peace of mind that comes with that.”

>He gives you a quick hug around the leg, his warm scales sharply contrasting the cool metal.

>”Don’t worry, I’ll have Luna with me. Don’t overwork yourself, Twilight!”

>Then, he starts running back up the hill.
>You slowly make your way up the platform and board the train.
>It’s mostly empty.
>Except for a few guards trying- failing to raise their spears.
>And a very familiar face.

>“At ease. It’s good to see you well, Twilight.”

>A small smile creeps on your face. The first in far too long.

“Hello, Cadance.”


That's it. Writefag needs to run.

>>27603950
Whoo the story continues!

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>>27603896
>”I'm not your mommy. If anything you could be argued to be mine.”
Mild kek

Every time i see this thread, i get the imagery of anon being a cool augmented deus ex man. And i imagine him in one of those action scenes where his body starts to closk while he is in full sprint.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odqh4xgkm9A&app=desktop

>>27606315
Cloak*

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>>27602455

>>27606582
"Sapere" means to be wise. Sapient means wise and self-aware.
"Sentire" means to feel. Sentient means able to perceive and feel.
You ever heard of a fucking dictionary? or etymology? Get out of your little delusional world and read a fucking book without pictures once in your life.

>>27606662
are you really doing this right now?
>>27600599
>You just sit around for a moment trying to forget the light discomfort in your gullet, staring at the sunrise that is now upgraded to just sun, you lay in the grass allowing Twilight to study the contours of your face and light 5 o'clock shadow, forgetting your uncomfort until it is unbearable enough that you decide to face it, like a room that you're too comfortable to clean.
>You slowly turn your head, you swear you heard creaking coming from deep in your neck.
"I'd like to cash in on that breakfast now, if that's fine."
>"Ye-yeah! That's, that's fine, but I need one thing out of you… first."
>She's very nervous, you decide, based on the fact that that perfect circle of a voice formed right into a triangle.
"Yeah, what is it?"
>You squint a bit after noticing something.
>Her fur, you notice, turns a bit red, as if it was skin. You deduce that the awkward tone is connected to that.
>Also, you notice, that her eyes might have changed color, but that might've been the contrasting tones of her purple face.
>You can personally relate to the feeling, not only is someone asking her out to breakfast, but they're an entirely new being capable of who knows what, wearing what may or may not be very alien clothes.
>In all the sense, it feels like a Sci-Fi movie from the sixties, a wonderful one, at that.

>>27606756
>You get up, brushing the excess moss and dirt from the tree behind you off of your coat.
>It is way to hot, you find, to be wearing a coat.
>You're from the state of Washington, where the winters are bitter cold and the summers are searing hot at times.
>Really, at this point, you're used to both extremes.
>You've been to a lot of places, as well, but this place is entirely alien, you've never seen a photograph or recollection or anything to do with this place.
>It's got you quite excited, too, like being the first man on Mars.
>Like that one book that the librarian that lived on second street gave you, about a man going to another world, and being left there.
>You don't remember much from that book, except it got a pretty great movie adaptation.
>But most definitely the sense of wonder and admiration of the book stayed with you.
>Actually, to be more precise, it was more like an adapted version of 20 Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by, you want to say, Jules Verne.
>Your mind is a little fuzzy, because your stomach has no way of making glucose.
>You're just mindlessly following Twilight, and- once again, you find yourself more absorbed in your own thoughts than the new frontier you just stumbled upon.
>You really need to get out of your mind more often.
>For you, it's like a NEET getting out of his government paid closet to 'reeee' the neighbors dog.
>For whatever reason, you just thought the picture of some shitposter 'reeeing' a dog only to run back inside hilarious.
>Once again, lost in your own mind.
>you thump your temple a bit with your index and middle finger, both to get that Beatles tune out of your head and get yourself to stop thinking so thickly.

>>27606862
>You lightly bump your head on the top of a door. And get brought back to reality.
>Or maybe it was the side, you question. you weren’t paying enough attention to see.
>"So this is ponyville bakery, it's official name is Sugarcube Corner, though- here is where we get all our tastiest breakfasts."
"This makes me think you have eggs, then- and a couple of other things you have to harvest from animals."
>"Yeah, Flutter Shy does a pretty good job of keeping the bakery stocked.
"For some reason I want to think that Fluttershy is the yellow one, the one with wings."
>You put your hand to your thigh, making it flatten out and announce its presence, as if you were pressing down on a table.
>"Yep! She's a Pegasus pony, they are like earth ponies, but they're lighter, for whatever reason, and have wings."
>She notices what's happening with your hand. Her head cocking to the side, reminding you of a little doe.
>a very cute doe.
>you imagine that these ponies, at some point were evolved to have a symbiotic relationship with another race, maybe dwarves or something, and then they died out and left their instinctually cute tendencies.
>"Is that a gesture for something?"
>she raises a large, bell shaped hoof towards your hand, in attempt at a gesture of her own.
>you wonder how anything can get done around here. Seeing as flanges aren't actually factual
>Oh, my-
>You notice, for the first time, something sticking out of her head.
>A horn.
"Oh my god you’re a unicorn."
>"Oh! Yeah, I'm a unicorn, if you don't know, that's the only way ponies can use magic."
>Yep, it's entirely plausible for magical tiny cute unicorns to be existent.
>in that moment, you decide one of two things.
>you're going to suspend your disbelief.
>if there is a higher power, they're obviously laughing their asses off right now.

>>27607023
I FUCKED UP THE NAME!

FUCKING FORGIVE ME!

>>27607032
Ok. I wont ask later.

>>27607044
expound on that. what were you going to ask?

>>27607124
Why do you have a second name, and what thread or board did you work for?

>>27607151
it was a one off for this post to imply i was a singer,
>>27606920

>>27607269
neat.

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>>27607269
>implying you re not actually a certain mint unicorn
Dont worry, your secret is safe with us

>>27608553

>>27609472

>>27606756
>>"Ye-yeah! That's, that's fine, but I need one thing out of you… first."
>never says what this is
Was that on purpose?

to the first page!

>>27612211
>>27612774

>>27612774

>>27613391

>>27614093

>>27580597
He wasn't created by a titan

>>27614951
Yes, but magic might be dangerous to him. I think it is.

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>>27611608
>No Battletech writefag ever

Why live?

>>27615004
Maybe one day we'll get a Battletech writefag

>>27607023
>"Hey Pinkie, this is the guy, err."
>She turns to you to say something, but you are in your head again.
>She realizes that your studying the contours of her face, her shades and highlights, not unlike what twilight was doing a moment ago.
>The one over the counter twitches, but at the same time seems reserved.
>Her hair cascades in cloudlike formations off of her twitching head.
>The scent of bubblegum and syrup diffuse throughout the air, invading the nostrils.
>The scent is not sickly sweet, but is present.
>You came back with a tap on your thigh, you jeer downwards to see Twilight pushing her head into your thigh.
>She breaks her contact to look up.
>"Are you considered male of female?"
>You're taken aback, before realising that the question is quite valid, considering the circumstances.
"What?"
>Still, you couldn't have answered more human.
>"We just never know."
"I'm considered male back in my dimension."
>You see her lightly nod her head, as if she had won a bet.
>"Well, that's good to know, then."
>She turns to the one over the counter, who had somehow produced a large stick, and was pushing it around the table, you get the idea that this one is something else.
>"Pinkie, I would like a table, and two stacks of pancakes both with a sides of oatmeal, both of those oatmeal's how I like it, two bowls of fruit, two cups of orange juice, and a large set of French cut toast dippers, please ."
>That sounds lovely at this point in time, now only if they have either coffee or tea.
>she turns to you, obviously to take you to your table.
>she speaks, back to her normal tone.
>"And you'll be having?"
>you're surprised once again, taking a step back to stop you from falling over from utter confusion.
>geez, I guess you just made acquaintances with big smoke from grand theft auto.

>>27616200
While she may have his appetite she ain't Big Smoke unless she stabs in you the back

>>27614997
>And still you've massive, widespread spontaneous necrosis all throughout your body.
>This strange energy is vital to their biology, and hazardous to yours.

Seems like a pretty good bet.

>>27607341
Holy shit, a real...
>APUL
...faggot.

>>27617399
>muh superiority complex
FTFY

Are we dead now?

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>>27622159
you got me, i may be slow moving coal but it's coal.

>>27622215
True, I wonder where everyone else is. thanks for the green.

>>27619102
Surgery on a Budget.
Sounds like a book I should read.

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le bumpa

>>27622239
Droid Anon's taking a bit of break because he was felt his quality was starting to dip too low. As for the others I can't really say. They tended to just quietly stop updating.

>>27625151
i've actually written for this thread before.

bnkl;

>>27625603
What stories did you write?

>>27625151
Working on a sizable update right now actually. Problem is, I'm incredibly busy for all of the next week. So it's coming, just slowly. Hope this makes someone here feel like the thread isn't completely dead yet.

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>>27626946
not telling you intensifies

>>27627788
Excellent usage of that image.

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>>27625151
This. Bumping for the sake of acknowledging my existence.

>>27629393
Droid any plans on returning yet?

>>27630038
It'll be some time, but I'll be back. Couple weeks, maybe sooner.

>>27632025

>>27632580

>>27633582
literally top teir sorry, going to get going to dump some more green tonight.

>>27633706
Bumps are expected at some point.

>>27633706
I'm hype

>>27634684

Page 8? No, front page.

>>27635636

>>27635636
Ohboybacktopagefuckingone!

>>27636309

This thread is a bit slow. Suppose I'll post some green.

>"Hey Anon! I think I figured out how your aircraft's navigation system works!" Twilight says ecstatically, anxious for you to see the diagram she made.
"Really?" You just lean back in your chair and sip your coffee.
>Mm. Coffee.
>"Yeah! Look!"
>The purple equine hands you a paper.
"..."
>Twilight waits, her anxiety for her to have finally figured it out growing.
"Nope. Wrong. Look, Twilight, you're hellbent on using "Magic" to understand something not "Magic". If you want to understand how the Thunderbolt works, you need to use real Science."
You arrived in Equestria not by foot, but by air.
>You were an A-10 Thunderbolt pilot.
>And before you were violently transported here, you were running a mission over Afghanistan.
>"But - It is real Science!"
"Then why haven't you figured it out?"
>"Science takes a while."
"Face it Twilight. You'll never figure it out. Not with Magic."
>"But-"
"I'm not going to argue with you. But that reminds me, I'm going for a flight."
>You put your coffee down, and get up to go to your "Hangar".
>It was really just a hodgepodge of steel, rivets and tarp. But it kept your A-10 safe, and that's all that mattered.
>"Anon, please! Help me here. I want to understand. Your technology, is amazing!"
>You look back, calculating your response.
"Alright. But don't touch the fuel tanks."

>After 10 minutes of walking, you both arrive at your hangar. The door is made of steel reinforced with metal rods.
>Ain't nobody breaking in here.
>You unlock the door, and swing it open.
>Inside, in less than perfect condition, is the A-10.
>Your A-10.
>"I still can't get over how big that thing is."
>Urge to make innuendo intensifies.
"Yeah. That's not even the biggest plane ever made."
>"Wow."
>The pony's eyes are darting around the frame of the massive titanium tank, trying to understand.
"So. You wanted a lesson?"
>You ask, jumping up on the wing.
"What do you want to know?"
(1/?)

>>27637292
Moar!

>>27637345
>Moar!
>(1/?)
More is likely coming soon.

>>27637292
>"What I want to know is-"
"And not the GPS system. Baby steps."
>Twilight shrugs.
>"How does an aircraft made of metal fly?"
"Simple. You understand aerodynamics right?"
>"Yes. But it's not my expertise."
"Well, when the plane moves forward, the air pushes it back. How much air pushes back on it is called Drag."
>"I know that."
"And the faster the object is moving, the more Drag it experiences. So much so, that if you get anything going fast enough, the air will be forced to suspend it. That's how it flies."
>"But how does it generate the speed? The wings don't move. I know it has "Engines", but I want to know how that works."
>Twilight is starting to get anxious. She wants answers.
"Well, you know how fireworks work, right?"
>"Yes."
"Same principle. Except the fuel is a liquid, not a solid. It also ignites the air passing through the turbine,"
>You point to the engine. More specifically, the turbine.
"Reducing the amount of fuel necessary to provide propulsion."
>The pony is in awe.
>"That's amazing! But, how does-"
"Sorry. Lessons are over for today."
>"But - We just started!" Twilight seems disappointed.
"I said I wanted to fly today. We can continue tomorrow."
>Twilight nods reluctantly. "Alright."
"Now go. Your ears won't like the engine very much."
>Twilight walks out, then flies away back to her castle.
>You wish you had a crystal castle.
>But you don't need one.
>You have a flying tank.
>That still has bullets.

>You open the massive hangar doors, put on your gear, and climb inside the cockpit.
>The displays and gauges flash to life, and with them so does the engines.
>You ease the throttle forwards, and coast to the makeshift runway.
"It's nice to be back."

>>27637379
>You press the throttle forwards to 40%.
>Don't want to start too fast.
>The plane creeps down the runway, slowly gaining speed.
>Then, you set throttle to 75%.
>The plane is now accelerating quite quickly, and you can now feel the vibrations of gravel through the landing gear.
>After a short while, you pull back, and the plane rises above the ground.
>This is followed by the landing gear lifting.

>You are now airborne.
>And it feels great.
"And so I conquer the skies again!"
>You say to yourself, sailing over the ground.
>The faint humming sound of your engines complements the even fainter sound of wind.
>The hills and roads below you went on for miles.
>Damn, you loved flying.
>You make a left turn, going toward Ponyville.
>As you float over, a familiar sight starts flying beside you.
>It's Rainbow Dash.
>She says something, but you can't hear her. Your protective earmuffs prevent you from hearing through the glass.
>But since you arrived, you got good at reading lips.
>"Hey! Want to go for a race?"
>You answer by increasing throttle to 100%.
>You start sailing past her, your engines now roaring.
>She then races past you. Somehow, she was able to travel over 400 miles per hour.
>Didn't matter though. You knew not to race her. So instead of chasing her, you split off, and go in a different direction.

>In the distance, Canterlot can be seen.
>It was a strange city, being perched on a mountain.
>But there were weirder things in this land of magical talking ponies.
>Just then, you see a large lake a mere mile away.
>There appears to be ponies swimming in it.
"Let's see how they react to this."
>You fly down, and once you reach the lake, you get as low as possible.
>Already they are getting pretty riled up.
>Whether they were getting thrills, or getting horrified, you couldn't tell.
>Just then, you tilt the plane sideways slightly, causing the wing to graze the water.
>Water starts getting kicked up, and a lot of it lands on the shore.

>>27637498
Going to bed. No more posts tonight.

>>27637518
Nice work so far Anon

>>27637518
Another good story

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>>27637498
Rainbow dash and pilot Anon is what I've always wanted

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>>27637292
>>Your A-10.
>>"I still can't get over how big that thing is."
If she thinks A-10 is big, she ain't nothing yet.
I wonder how would she would react to a plane that can transport tonks and ICBM launchers.
>"There /HAS/ to be magic involved somehow! No way /that/ can fly on it's own. It's impossible!"

>>27639227
the ass was fat

Make this thread gr8 again

>>27616200
>You turn towards the one behind the counter, whom had just got done saying 'okie dokie lokie'
>You get a good look at her, noticing the lightly ruffled fluff of her coat.
>The fur under her mouth is dry, and crispy, and lightly darker than her coat.

>"And you'll be having?"
"Give me a moment."

>Her teeth were lightly yellow, definitely noticeable enough to know that she doesn't brush that often.
>The building itself was, from what you could tell, a gingerbread house in all it's sweet glory.
>Maybe it wasn't, but this place gives you the notion that you're going to get so fat you can't go out the door.

"I'll have a stack of pancakes and a tall glass of orange juice, if that's okay."
>"Okie Dokie Lokie!"

>Like a McDonalds, back home.
>The interior was reminding you of the candy stores in Disneyland.
>there were green, wood polished floor boards with a more saturated green round rug in the middle.
>you poke at the thought of them using glue for this building, meaning that they might kill their own for their glue

>"Table or booth?"
"Table, please"

>You sit down in a couple of hand- engraved wood chairs, with really ornate depictions of candy-corn.
>What even goes into candy corn?
>'they definitely used wood glue for these chairs'
>you think to yourself, laughing lightly.

Okay, here's another green text.

> Be Tenno
> The greatest warrior of bygone era
> The one who can use powers of Void
> The one, who can control Warframes

> This was usual sabotage mission in the Void
> Dumb grineer tried to use the torsion beam device to infiltrate in the Orokin ship.
> You done your job well, took the void key and overloaded beam device.
> Then you got back through the portal on Orokin ship.
> But after you did this, something strange began to happen.
> "Hm... interesting. Why portal is not closing?"
> It was Lotus.
> As usual you don't answered. Just got to extraction point, slicing neural sentry's slaves apart.
> "Wait. Is... gravitation value increased? I don't like this, tenno. Get to extraction as fast as you can."
> Suddenly you heard, how groaned and grated metal of the ship.
> Shiver ran throughout surrounding.
> "Hurry, tenno. I'm detecting very powerful gravity anomaly inside the ship. It growns larger. And this anomaly just swallow the entire ship. You need to evacuate. NOW."
> Her voice sounded worried.
> You just ran through the golden corridors.
> Ah, at last a docking bay.
> You stand in the Liset's docking pod, and it turned around.
> Moment later you were on board of your personal shuttle.
> "Phew, Operator, thanks maker you're still intact. This ship just collapsing inside itself! We're leaving this place."
> You sat in the cockpit. And corner of eye you saw, how elegant hull of Orokin ship just crushing and squeezing inside itself.
> And then remains of it just... scooped in scary-looking totally BLACK circle
> It was... a black hole?
> You heard suddenly, how stained roared the ship systems.
> And you felt some kind of force, what pulls you right to the direction black hole.
> "Um... Operator. We got a problem."
> Ordis sounds very, VERY nervous.
"..."

(1/?)

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> "Looks like we're caught by gravity field of anomaly. The power of our engines is not enough to escape from this field. That mean we have... /We gonna die!/ ..difficult situation. I can't do anything. Forgive me, Operator. /Just pray to Lotos!/"
> Suddenly you heard Lotus voice again.
> "Hold on, Tenno! I'm going to save you!"
> But nothing happens, because your ship just passed through the event horizon.
> In moments, which felt like eternity, there's only dark.
> But then... you just realise what you can see.
> You're not dead!
> And you saw stars on dark sky, through the glass of cockpit.
> And there's yet another thing.
> A sphere of the planet. World, covered with a beautiful bluish haze of the atmosphere. With unknown shapes of green continents and dark-blew oceans.
"The Earth?"
> This is was your first though.
> But this is was NOT Earth. All surface was totally different.
> You got up from the floor slowly. Clenched and released fists. Looks like your body still can controlled by you.
> "Re... re... rebOOOOtinggggggshhhr... Oh maker! I'm alive! And operatior still alive! Ordis is so happy!"
> You would have smiled at this moment, if you had a mouth.
> "Oh... Oh? Oh! /Dammit./ Operator, we... still have a problem. I just tested my navigation system, and it's nominal, but. I can't find in my data any maps of this place. And moreover, I can't communicate with any of our comm stations. Looks like we're not in origin system anymore..."
"..."
> "Oh, yes, yes. Operator, you should to check your somatic link, and also, condition of your pet kubrow. Ordis hoping what... /This flearug is dead/ ...Blacky survived too."
> You turned arond and walked in lower compartments of your Liset.
> Fortunately, Blacky, your female Sunika Kubrow survived too. She greets you lying on the floor, with a plaintive whining.
"..."

(2/?)

>>27642024
> You patted her on the head gently and scratched behind an ear.
> Then you looked at medical scanner installed in the incubator.
> And looks like Blacky don't have major injures, at least nothing what autodoc can't cure.
> Good.
> Next point of your "voyage" - the Somatic Link.
> You walked in the farthest room of your ship. And went to the pod.
> It opened. And you saw... yourself.
> Then your consciousness transferred into your host body.
> And you quickly recalled, what warframes cannot feel the pain.
> But you can.
"Aaaah, fuck!!!"
> You grimaced.
> This pain runs through your entire body.
> You need to take some painkillers.
> By the willpower you ordered your warframe go to the cargo hold.
> And take some medical multisubstance.
> He returned in half of minute, and bring you small box with dozen blue capsules.
> You took one and swallowed it.
> The pain almost immediately began to declinesubside.

> Twenty minutes later you were in cockpit.
> Looks like you were more lucky then your kubrow, your body is not damaged when passing through the event horizon... mostly.
> Definitely good news.
> Your warframe stood here too, as silent servant.
"So, Oris. Can you calculate jump corridor back to Origin system?"
> "No, Operator. I really sorry, but I can't. In this moment this is beyond my posibilities. I can't determine our position in relation to the core of Galaxy. I also can't find any recognisable constellations."
"That means we're stuck here."
> "/Thank you, Captain Obvious/ ...You're right, Operator. And what do we do now?"
"Same thing as always, Ordis. Try to survive."

(3/?)

>>27642030
> "Oh. I see."
"At least we got habitable planet right in front of us. So, our chances of survival are greatly increased. So... let's land on the surface and scout around."
> "There are specific location where you want to land?"
"Nope. But... let's try to land in the center of this continent. I guess this place not worse than others."
> "Roger, Operator. Moving to exact location... /yes, exact... heh!/"
> You heard faint humming of ship engines. And planet in front of you grew larger and larger...

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>>27642018
Cool a warframe fic... too bad I know nothing about warframe

>>27642343
it's very confusing

maybe a step or two above EYE in terms of coherency

>>27637498
I am return

>You pull back up, and tilt back to normal.
"Well. I suppose it's time to head home."
>Just as you start flying back, you see a group of royal guards flying towards you.
"Goddamn guards, what do they want this time?"
>They were probably going to give you a stern talking to for pulling that stunt.
>These ponies just don't seem to understand that a lecture is not going to stop most people.
>One time you were flying just a slight bit lower to the ground over Ponyville then you normally do, and within minutes, a dozen guards were after you.
>One of their magical adepts used their magic to disable your engines, forcing you to land.
>As a result, you expect your engines to suddenly cut.
>But that's not what happens.
>Instead, they just follow you back to base.
>Wasn't easy though; Not many ponies can travel faster than 400 miles per hour.

>You eventually land back at the runway, and park the A-10 in the hangar.
>Almost immediately after exiting, the leader lands next to you, tired from all that high speed flying.
"What do you need?"
>The armored pony, still panting, answers.
>"Sir Anonymous, we have a letter for you from Celestia herself. We would have sent to you earlier, but you made an unexpected flight."
>The guard uses her magic to hand you a letter.
>"And please, next time slow down."
"Alright."
>The pony waits for a second, and then flies back to Canterlot with the other guards.
"I wonder what this letter says."

>"Dear Anonymous, as you already may know, tensions are rising between Equestria, Yakistan and Saddle Arabia. It's only a matter of time until all out war erupts. Although our military is more organized then both of theirs, we cannot handle fighting both of them at once. I'm sending this letter to you because you have an extremely advanced piece of technology, that if I recall, is actually a war machine. I would like to request your aid for what is at this point, an inevitable war.
Sincerely, Princess Celestia."
>Well hot damn.

>>27642672
>You didn't think anybody, let alone the Princess, would ask for your help.
>After all, most ponies were afraid of your jet.
>It was big, loud and spit smoke out the back.
>Couldn't blame them.
>But maybe this could be the opportunity You've been waiting for.
>You sit down, and start writing a response.

>Next day.
>Do the standard Triple S.
>Wash your A-10.
>Do the dishes.
>The usual stuff.
>Just as you move on to your next chore, the steel door entrance bursts open.
>"Hey Anon, can you teach me more about the aircraft today?" Twilight exclaims.
"Just call it the A-10, Twilight."
>"Okay, okay. But you'll tell me more right?"
"Yeah. Just let me finish refilling the storage tanks."

>"So. I wanted to ask about the steering system. How does the A-10 change direction?"
"Simple. Small flaps on hinges move up and down, or left to right. This forces the air to move in a certain direction."
>"Really? It's that easy?"
"Yep."
>She seems disappointed. It's as if she wanted a more sophisticated steering system.
>"Well, what about-"
>Spike busts through the door, and belches out a scroll, along with some flame.
>"Uh, Twilight, here's a message for you."
>The small dragon hands it to Twilight.
>"Hm. Wait, this is for Anon."
>She yet again seems disappointed.
>"Oh. I thought it was for you. Sorry."
>Twilight floats the scroll over to you.
"Alright. Let's see what this is about."
>You already knew.
>You open the scroll, and indeed, it is a response to your letter.
>And you are now an unofficial member of the Equestrian Military.

>"Anon, what is that letter about?"
>Twilight inquires.
"Turns out I'm apart of the Military."
>"What?!"
>Twilight was clearly not expecting that.
>"Whoah. But, why?"
>Spike asks.
"Well, let's just say I've got a special piece of equipment that the Military may want."
>You lightly gesture to your Thunderbolt.

Final post for today.

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>>27642898
good job looking forward to more

Thanks. Will have more tomorrow.

>>27642672
I demand you fit the words 'danger zone' into your green at least once.

>>27642043
Hate to be picky but the somatic link, foundry and incubator in the "lower compartments" are actually in the Orbiter.
10o ships are bit bigger and only the Liset shuttle can land.
>That mean we have... /We gonna die!/ ..difficult situation.
kek

Good green. Keep going.

>>27643784
I know, but looks like this is devs just confuses us with terms. BTW, remember, when other player joining in your party, you sees NOT an orbiter, you sees Liset (or other ship types), and he sees yours Liset. Therefore I believe what Liset and Orbiter are same ships.

>>27642898
So when does Anon realize he's out of the fight before it starts cause he's burned up all his fuel on joyrides and Equestria doesn't have any?

why does no one follow the god damned prime directive

>>27644308
Cause we don't live in the Federation.

>>27562592
MOAR

>>27644308
Because it's retarded.
If you can help a some species to prevent a large-scale war, it would be a crime NOT to help them.
>meh, let them kill each other by millions, they'll learn eventually or just wipe themselves from the face of the possibly now sterile planet
At the same time you shouldn't enable and perpetuate the usage of technologies to give some totalitarian retards technological advantage to take over the planet.

Prime directive is retarded and is a shitty excuse to not help developing civilizations and taking responsibility for your actions.

>>27644928
literally tell us immediately or i will find you

>>27644928
What are you fuckin doing on /mlp/ then

And I get that this thread doesn't stick to the prompt much but fucking come on. That's too much. If you're going to be that fucking new and write something completely off-topic, then just fuckin don't. Take that bullshit to some other thread.

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Understandable. Since this has nothing to do with any fandom, should I make a new thread and where?

>>27644979
/b/ is over here ->>>

>>27642898
Unless they can magically reproduce fuel, parts, bullets and Maverick ASMs, as well as boost it up for speeds faster than griffons' flight so they can't break into the cockpit, I doubt it's going to be useful for very long.

>>27644979
someone get this guy a newfag redpill, please.

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>>27645037
> break into the cockpit
Um... I got a bad news for you.
Just imagine what "bird" had 75-80 kg weight instead of 15-20 kg.

>>27645072
BANZAAAIII

>>27637498
I hope Dash knows not to get too close. She might end up like a few Canadian Geese I've heard about.