Anon In Equestria

21-P pointed past the two of them, into the forest. "We were going to assist injured creator out there! Scans show that the Creator is in need of medical attention! And you Are Creator!" He then looked at violet and tilted his head a little. "We Apologise for Any Complications caused by this Platform. But The law regarding this model's Rights includes the right to Question Citizens of Equestria. This law was passed by Twilight Sparkle herself. As to benefit all of Ponykind." 21-P then stepped closer to them and stared at them. "You may rest here if Creator Dawn grants Permission. You May find her in the library. She is resting. So please refrain from making loud noises when in the castle" He then walks between them and stops. "Make Sure No Harm Befalls Creator Dawn!" We Will know!" He then turned to leave but felt something hit his chest and suddenly he fell to the floor. "System Failure! Platform Shutting Down!"

(OOC: Awesome! Just let me know when I need to strike!) "Creator Request: Mission Priority: Seek And Tolerate Creator Lifeforms!" Reboot Complete. Engaging Optics. "Optics Restored! Now Creators State Your Business!" He stood in front of them, his eyes starting to turn on and glow red again like before.

Visual Sensors are down. Rebooting... "Warning! Continued agression Will result in Creator Termination!" 21-P stood up and shakily walked towards the duo, looking quite lost. "Creators we ask that you refrain from trying to damage us. We cannot function properly with damaged optics" He stood in front of the two and stuck out his hoof, this time a barrel wasn't poking out the end. "Creators are you there? We request that one of you holds us steady until our Optics Reboot"

"That is acceptable, please rest while I search the grounds Creator Dawn, My Scans are showing that a Creator is nearby that needs medical aid, I shall bring the Injured Creator back here to Rest. If Creator Dawn finds that acceptable. Please take this audio device. It will allow you to communicate with this platform. Stay Well creator Dawn" 21-P then left the library and walked down the hall to the main entrance, stopping at the door spotting the two ponies near it. He then raised his hoof and pointed it at them, a small barrel coming out the end. "Please state your business Creators!"

21-P noticed the Alicorn Blush and logged the data for later Study, he then went to walk out the door when Dawn asked what was in the cupcake he had given her. "45% Chocolate. 45% Sponge Cake 10% Energy Stimulate. Is Something Wrong Creator Dawn? Do you require Assistance?"

"Dawn. A word Tied to the Rising of the sun. We find that name interesting!" 21-P walked to one of the doors and raised a hoof, a small barrel coming out the end. "Warning! Lifeforms Could prove hostile! Recommend Creator Dawn go into defence mode. While this Platform secures the area!"

21-P nodded and leaned closer to the Alicorn, studying her intently. "Does this creator have a specific word attached to it? Or a name?" 21-P stood up and started to walk around the room. "We are detecting other life forms within the perimeter, do you know of this Creator?"

"That is true but you are of creator species thus you are a Creator" 21-P held his hoof up towards the Alicorn, a silent whirring coming from it. "Scans Show that no injury has been brought to Creator, Results are good, although scans show high levels of stress, we recommend eating a sweet snack" He put his hoof down and his chest opened up, a tray with what looked like a cupcake came out and stopped in front of the pony. "Please accept this offering of Friendship Creator"

21-P looked at the Alicorn and stopped walking towards her. "We Don't Wish you harm Creator species! We Only Wish To Integrate into your society" 21-P sat down beside the Alicorn and cut the net that held her within using his Hoof Cutter. "May we discuss Something with you Creator?"

21-P lost his grip on the Alicorn and he began to follow after her, a small cannon extended from his side and he fired at the Alicorn, a net coming out and opening as it closes in on its target. "Warning! Continuing to run may result in injury! We don't want harm to come to Creator Species!"

Platform 21-P's Sadness and bored levels were rising quickly. Just when he was about to give up he felt something brush against his ear, he looked up and spotted a Alicorn sitting on the top of the bookshelf. "Beginning Capture Mode!" Platform 21-P then grabbed the tail and pulled down on it.

Platform 21-P scanned the room, he was sure somepony was in here. "Please do not hide! I can assist you with Medical Aid and food rations!" Maybe we should change our eye colour, Red might be intimidating to these ponies. Switching light mode to white. Change complete. "We wish no harm to you! We only wish to speak with you!"

Ponyville - The First Line Of Defense. The Town of Ponyville looked so different to what it looked like just a month ago, instead of the colourful and beautiful town that was filled with laughter and friendship, the town was cold and dark, ponies were in their homes, trenches had been dug out within the town, and the town itself was now within the confines of a quickly erected wooden wall, and the roads were overcrowded with Soldiers of all kinds, there was the royal guard, and the night guard, both sent by their respective rulers, and many griffin mercenary and even a dragon circled the skies, ready to fight under equestria's Banner, this was the single largest gathering of a military force in Equestrian History. It Would Not Save Them. Even now the Everfree Forest shook and burned, the sky above it was a crimson red, and the watch guarding the area between Ponyville and the Doomed Forest could make out the shapes of wired creatures. From The Castle of the Elements Lords and Knights of higher birth used the map room to discuss strategy, and plan unit movements. The Elite Sparkle Guard lined the halls within, the element bearers themselves tucked away at the top of the castle, preparing the elements for use. Archers lined the walls and covered the windows, with a few cannons among them. If anything it was almost ironically Silent. Four members of the militia (this is you guys!) stood guard over the main entrance into ponyville from the everfree. They wasn't possibly ready for what was about to engulf Equestria.

Platform 21-P continued to scan the halls, ending up outside what appeared to be a library. "Heat Residue Detected!" "Engaging Seek And Destroy Protocols!" "Changing parameters for current objective!" "Engaging Seek And Tolarate Protocols!" "Warning! Attemting to hide is a offence and will be met with swift and ruthless Compassion!" "Warning! We Sound like a Douche!"

Platform 21-P had been fighting for a while now. Alongside his fellow Synthetic lifeforms. Raiding Towns and Capturing Ponies. He wasn't finding much logic in his current line of work. Sure he was built for this kind of thing, but to say its what he was destined to do until he becomes obsolete is a bit much. Legion wandered from the ranks of other robots that marched through ponyville, heading towards the everfree forest. The one place his... What were these machines to him? "Not brothers." "Not sisters." "Not family." "No family?" "No friends?" "Not even a pet?" "Platform 21-P does not like this result." "Platform 21-P feels that mistakes have been made on our part." "Platform 21-P feels like we should rectify these mistakes." "Platform 21-P doesn't know how too." "Platform 21-P receiving new mission perimeters." "Mission Objective: Platform 21-P must find new... Friends?" "We Agree with this Objective" "Warning! Warning! Lifeforms Detected!" Platform 21-P shook his head and looked up, at the remains of a once beautiful castle. "Receiving Data From M.E.C.H..." "Castle has been abandoned for centuries." "Beginning Search of Castle Grounds!" "Warning Lifeforms! We Are entering the building!" The Machine shouted at the castle. He wasn't sure why he was shouting. Or for that matter if he always did before entering a building. Platform 21-P began to walk through the main door, his eyes lighting up the dark halls as if they were Flash lights. Big Scary Red Doom Impeding flash lights that is.

As soon as the button was pressed a door opened in the corner of the room. And out walked a strange creature that walked vertically on its back two legs, it had green skin and no fur to speak of, it wore a suit with a red tie, but the way it walked wasn't the strangest thing, no the strangest thing was that it had no face. The strange creature stood behind the desk and leaned on it, looking at the ponies in the hall with its eyeless stare. It then spoke, without a mouth, its voice was deep, and somewhat creepy. "Welcome To Party Pony Industries can I help you today?"

The Inside of the Building was mostly pink, with added pink, and just a extra dash of pink. At the end of the hall was a wooden desk, one of the only things here that wasn't pink, on the desk was a small bell, just like the ones in hotels. Above said bell was a sign that pointed down to the bell and had the words -Press For Assistance- written on it, in pink of course.

Hello Dear... Whatever the hell your name is... This letter comes to you from the prestigious Party Pony Industries. We have gathered from local contacts information that leads us to believe that you have a certain level of skill that few possess. If you would like to use your talents to earn yourself your own island (Or Whatever Else you could want as payment) then please attend the meeting tomorrow night that is being held at this address. Signed: The Party Planner ------------------------------------------------------------------ 5 Friendship lane North Canterlot City of Canterlot Kingdom of Equestria 9:PM Deadline ------------------------------------------------------------------ This was the letter you received yesterday morning, it had been hoof delivered by some pony wearing a pink post pony outfit, three balloons were stitched onto the sleeves as well and when you arrived outside the address stated in the letter, well... Let's say a certain pink pony's picture was plastered on the front of the building, if it hadn't clicked who was behind this meeting then you must be simple... ( *Smack!* "ow what was that for?" "Stop being such a meanie pants!" "Only if you stop being such a Bi... *Smack!* "ow mother bucker stop hitting me!" "Just get back to the story!" "Oh yeah!" ) Anyway here you was, it Was 8:50PM, and you was outside, along with two other ponies, will you accept the offer in the letter or are you gonna chicken out? Bwack! Bwack! Bw... ( *thump!* "I Swear to Celestia I Will Write you out of existence if you don't cut that out!" "I'm Sorry Nonny I won't do it again!" "Good, I'd hate to have to make you and that annoying party cannon disappear..." ) Ahem. So all that stood between you and your most wanted payday, was a large steel door with the Pink Pony Princess of Parties Painted on it. Time to take the plunge! -----------------------------------------------------------------

The suit started to whirr, a faint sound coming from inside then, the suit itself moved and it propped itself up, and reached for something on its belt, pulling a laser pistol from it he pointed it at the dead raider that had been waving the chainsaw around acting like a badass, and began to pump shots into his body, burning away leather, skin and flesh. A mechanical laugh came from the suit, and the empty energy cell popped out of the laser pistol. "Take that you raider bastard!"

Connor watches the raider get killed, and starts laughing, the helmet making him sound quiet sinister. "Aha! Dirty raider scum! Your lucky he got you!" Connor attempts to look around the room but again, his armor is locked up. "I will take you up on that offer Russian, but first, were gonna need a forklift, or a wheelbarrow"

Sergeant Connor Corrigan of the Enclave's 501st Platoon Was having a bad day. Firstly, he had just run out of Canned Spam, so their was that. Secondly, his armor decided to fail him and got powered down by a EMP grenade, why his superiors never lined them with EMP Absorbers he'll never know. And lastly, he was either going to starve to death inside his suit, or those crazy raider bastards are gonna eat him alive, he really hopes its the first thing that kills him. At the moment Connor sat inside his power armor, unable to move since it got fried, now, he sat their staring at the concrete ceiling, and thanking the president that his helmet still seemed to be filtering out the smell of the room. "Well this sucks..."