open Celestial Conquest: Equestria Fallen

[Yes-Man 597]

Charon blinked at the strange sea-pony. He turned his head in confusion and made his way towards him.

"I can think of 1001 was I can kill you right now, dissident. Now, if you so much as leak a trinket of information to the Changelings, I will hunt you down and use one of the many ways...."

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

DeadEye looked at this stranger with utter disbelief before he bursted out laughing. "Oh, that's a good one! Listen, buddy, Charon's a little overzealous, but he's right. If you're so eager to blab to the changelings, what's stopping us from turning you into calamari? In fact, we could easily make it so that you never say anything ever again! Or perhaps we could turn you into our fire-breathing buddy back there. I'm sure you two would get along great. Maybe you'll get lucky enough to end up in the Canterlot dungeons. I've heard Celestia has begun to lose her wits over the years. I'm sure she would enjoy watching your punishment personally." He had a sadistic smile on his face as he took out the same titanium tomahawk from before, twirling it in his hooves before balancing it, head-down on his left hoof.

 

"So, what's it gonna be?"

Edited February 2, 2013 by MelancholicMemory

[Salacious B. Crumb 13]

Inky was confronted by his decision. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." he thought. He put his fins up in a submissive gesture "Alright fellas, it appears I've gotten a bit ahead of myself he he he..." His mock smile disappeared, and was replaced by a look of concern and fear. "Ah dang. I'm sorry, It's just that, well, my ship was stolen by some stupid  Equestrian guards just because I had an itty-bitty piece of Rebel propaganda in it's cargo. Then I heard you guys and, well, he he." He hung his head in shame. "I was desperate. So go ahead. If you ponies really are as zealous, xenophobic and bloodthirsty as the ones I saw cheering for that, Celestio, than I suppose I'm dead anyway. Just, please, make it quick. He put his fins out, and dropped his boxes, the keepsakes shattering and the sapphires spilling.

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

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"...Rebel propaganda..."

 

"Oh, boy," DeadEye thought, looking at Charon nervously. Charon hated the Rebels, and DeadEye didn't know how he would react to this information.  Before anyone could act, he asked the stranger, "Why the heck were you carrying Rebel propaganda?" If he had a good reason, they may be able to spare him.

[Yes-Man 597]

Charon shifted his hooves. His eyes were turning a dark shade of magenta, a sign of rage filling his body and his combat inhibitor failing. He shook his head and deactivated the circulation of artificial-magic to his back. It made him a bit woozy, but his master had a use for this stranger.

[Salacious B. Crumb 13]

Inky stared blankly at the stallion for a few seconds, than responded. "Oh, I bought it at a pawn shop in Las Pegasus. Apparently they aren't as tight about Rebels there. I was gonna bring it with me back into Zebrayik territory, maybe hang it up in my apartment. But then I had to make an emergency stop here."

Edited February 5, 2013 by Hyperdrive

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

He took note to visit Las Pegasus when he got back before pondering what to do with this stranger. He didn't want to kill Inky if he didn't have to, but he didn't know what else to do. If they let him go he might tell someone about what he had heard...

 

"Charon, grab him. He's coming with us," he stated flatly before turning back to Inky with a terrifying smirk. "If you make one wrong move though, you'll end up as Changeling bait. I hear they're big on sea food lately."

[Yes-Man 597]

Charon pulled a long piece of rope from his satchel, which had been carrying his valuable items. He walked up to Inky and threw him on tr ground, and grabbed his hoof. He tied his hoofs to his sides, and proceeded to tie the rope with a double knot.

"Done master, assuming you wanted him tied."

You could almost see the sadistic smile on his face, despite him not having a mouth.

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

"Bring him along, Charon. We have to make it back to the ship soon."

 

After a 20 minute trek, they arrived back at Dying Star, just as the ship was ready to leave.

 

"Axel," he called to the pilot. "I'm back and we're ready to leave. This is Charon. He's going to man the weapon systems. This seapony's going to help us too. Would you be willing to make another stop along the way? I'll pay extra."

 

@@Ian,

Edited February 5, 2013 by MelancholicMemory

[Salacious B. Crumb 13]

As he was dragged along, he decided, once and for all, to end the string of fish jokes.  "I am a cetacean, not a fish and most definitely not a mollusk. As he was dragged along, he couldn't help but think. Where would I be now had I just ignored these two? Still on this horribly dry rock. What if I didn't have the propaganda? You'd probably be offworld by now. 

[Yes-Man 597]

"Well then, we'll start using fin and blowhole puns instead. That more politically correct for you?"

Charon closed his eyes and bounced his head a little, a sign of him laughing.

"Ah yes. Master, it occurs to me that he might sneak off when we're not looking. Shall I have him share his quarter living quarters with me?"

@Leonard Nimoy

@MelancholicMemory

Edited February 9, 2013 by The Dovahkiin

[Yes-Man 597]

Charon shifted his hooves and awaited an answer. He could already tell that this Sea Pony didn't like him, and was possibly afraid of him. But it was always fun to torture people, just not as the torture is mental and not physical.

(Sorry, just needed to find some way to bump this.)

[Salacious B. Crumb 13]

Inky stared at the robot's unemotional face. "So, robot, if we're going to be roommates, we might as well get to know each other. I'm Inky Brick, Zebrayik colony architect. And you are?" Inky waited for an answer, and he speculated about the robot. He was probably some form of assassin droid.

[Yes-Man 597]

"I am a Stampede-Type AI who originally fought with the CoE. I now serve whoever I see fit. Zebrayik? I have several phrases relate to them in my memory."

His eye turned blue and he looked heroic.

"Better wiped.... Than striped...."

He then turned to normal and looked at Inky.

"I have several classified files, but they cannot be accessed."

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

Deadeye laughed at what Charon said. "Yes, Charon. He can stay with you so you can keep an eye on him. Watch him closely. And as for you, Inky, I frankly don't care what you are. All I know is you meddled in  things far bigger than you could ever understand, and now you'll be lucky if you see tomorrow."

[Salacious B. Crumb 13]

Deadeye laughed at what Charon said. "Yes, Charon. He can stay with you so you can keep an eye on him. Watch him closely. And as for you, Inky, I frankly don't care what you are. All I know is you meddled in  things far bigger than you could ever understand, and now you'll be lucky if you see tomorrow."

Inky raised an eyebrow at the strange pony. "Oh I think I understand very well. I am an innocent, albeit unlucky, Zebrayik citizen, whose ship was taken for no good reason, and, in an effort to recover it and the rest of my property, tried to blackmail a few of Celestio's minions, who were probably scheming to wipe out all other governments, to clear room for their so-called 'superior' race!" The sea pony was breathing hard, his eyes filled with the rage that comes with extreme frustration and humiliation.

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

DeadEye gave Inky a narrow, soul-shattering glare as he brought his face to down Inky's, so that his captive stared into the his creepy white, scarred eye. He brought his weapon to Inky's throat menacingly. "If you ever say that; if you ever compare me to them again, you will wish that I killed you when we first met! I am nothing like those soldiers.!I am nopony's minion! You got that? You have no idea who exactly you're dealing with. Now, do yourself a favor and shut up!" he exclaimed angrily. DeadEye did his best to calm himself and let Charon watch Inky as he looked around for Axel, finding him in the pilot's seat.

[Archi the Atmomancer 564]

Smart Flank's eyes snapped open in the darkness, and he sat up on his hind legs. It had only been a few hours since he'd gone to sleep, and groaned wearily as he glanced at his wall-mounted holo-clock through blurred eyes.

 

He hauled himself out of bed and trotted into the kitchen. Facing the spaceport was a wall-sized window, revealing Canterlot in all its glory. It was just as magnificent at night as in day, although despite all the lights he found his gaze drawn to the spaceport, a towering building built to house hundreds of ships in and on its many bays and platforms. He supposed DeadEye was up here doing whatever with his information. Probably flying off to some distant part of the galaxy no doubt.

 

He turned from the vista and resolved to boot up his computer. Perhaps some late night gaming would relax him. He rubbed his eyes and placed his glasses on the ridge of his muzzle as he waited for the computer to boot, and upon logging in noticed he had received a new e-mail courtesy of the CISC's night shift.

 

He perused the e-mail carefully and found the information within most intriguing. Apparently a ship had been found displaying rebel propaganda at the spaceport, and although the owner hadn't been found he was registered in Zebrayik databases as Inky Brick, an architect.

 

Strange that he'd been found with Rebel propaganda though. Even the Federation hated the rebels; hell, the damn Changelings hated the rebels. He would've expected one of those Zebrayik posters that criticised the Coalition for racism or oppression or some other stupid concept. He'd met about two racist ponies in the Ministry, both of whom were "patriotic" to he point of stupidity, and had always been taught that the best course of action with the Federation was to seek reunification and a return to the old ways. Besides, what did the Zebrayiks have to worry about; they seceded in the first place, weakening the entire galaxy to the Changeling threat, they obviously had some Ace up their sleeve or were at least content to be utterly demolished.

 

He shook his head to snap himself out of his mental rant, then opened up the Vapour game client. It was time for some fun...

[Yes-Man 597]

Charon stared at Inky. His eyes flashed between red, green, and blue. His left eye twitched and let out a few sparks.

"Listen here, "Inky", have no tolerance for that kind of talk. I may not agree with everything the Coalition says, but I still favor them over anypony else. Now you shut your blowhole or I'll shut it for you, do you hear me?"

(I'll explain this in the OOC.)

[Salacious B. Crumb 13]

Charon stared at Inky. His eyes flashed between red, green, and blue. His left eye twitched and let out a few sparks.

"Listen here, "Inky", have no tolerance for that kind of talk. I may not agree with everything the Coalition says, but I still favor them over anypony else. Now you shut your blowhole or I'll shut it for you, do you hear me?"

(I'll explain this in the OOC.)

"Sorry. I completely understand your favoring of the CoE. Now, excuse me if I ask, but are you malfunctioning? If you are, would you mind if I had a look at the problem? I've worked on some 'bots before, but they were mostly just construction drones with very basic programming. Of course, if you don't trust me, I can understand that." Inky sat up, and waited for a response.

 

(BTW, I've translated your signature into Spanish. Me gusta cafe tazas.)

Edited February 11, 2013 by Leonard Nimoy

[Blitz 127]

Purplepower was looking at the controls when DeadEye walked in, along with two others. She looked a bit confused, and was half tempted to say something, but she decided it would be better to just ignore it like she usually did. It's probably not a good idea to ask on something like this. She turned back to the controls in front of her.

[Yes-Man 597]

Charon blinked at Inky. He looked at him with a disapproving look and shifted his hooves.

"No, I've worked with con-men, hackers, and spies, I know that trick. Also, I have a direct pipeline connection to the Meganet, and I've seen several fine pieces of fiction with that trick in it. Now, I suppose we shall find our room now.

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

The Dying Star took off as everyone settled in. Once, they had escaped orbit, DeadEye went to the communication system, and hailed Colt's ship. "Colt! Colt, are you there? This is DeadEye on the Dying Star. Can you hear me? We will follow you to our destination if you lead the way."

[Yes-Man 597]

Charon looked at Inky with suspicion and walked away. He wandered until he found DeadEye.

"Master, I must inform you about my abilities and my model. It is the first thing in my servitude. I won't be long. It's only a 15-minute long hologram infomercial. Shall I fire it up?"

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

He was still waiting on Colt to return the call when Charon approached him. He looked back at the comm screen for a moment, checking that the dragon didn't respond, before saying to the robot, "Well, it looks like Colt hasn't even taken off yet, so why not? Let's hear all about you then."