open Equestrian Civil War- Take Two

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

(Sorry about this, Higu, but I'm gonna godmod just to save time. Please don't hate me. )

 

Luna was just about to answer when a scroll entered for her, from.... Tia? Why was she writing to her? She opened it and began to read. She finished it, and then turned to Cunning Horn. "I am sorry... But I must ask you to leave. I have some buisness that I have to deal with..."

 

After he had left, she began pacing. We thought that Tia had more stomach for this... it has only been three months! He considered it, and then she finally made her decision.

 

Dear Tia,

I will gladly accept a peace conference with you at Ponyville in a week. I will bring a squad of bodyguards, and two officers to help me.

I am glad that the carnage will be shorter than we both must have planned it to be.

Your sister,

Luna

 

She had it sent, and then wrote three more letters.

Dear Lance,

Due to a new development, I require that you stop the operations until further notice.

Luna.

 

Dear Golden Age, 

I request that you return to Rockwington at once. If this is not possible within three days, then please meet me at Ponyville.

Luna.

 

Dear Applejack,

Please meet me in my palace tomorrow at noon.

Luna

 

(This is assuming that Applejack is still at Rockwington. If I am incorrect, I will edit.)

Edited January 18, 2013 by Thunder Knight

[TheLionPaladin 164]

Princess Celestia:

Once again she listened patiently while her subjects. They both had very valid points and she appreciated hearing both of their suggestions. She was a bit suprised that her other guests had not said much. A glance in Steeleye's direction revealed him to be seated stoically, awaiting ordes like a statue. It was a shame that he honestly could not relax, but some ponies were simply too set in their ways to change easily. Rising from her throne, she made a proclomation to those assembled. "As you all have been party to this decision, please accepted my most sincere gratitude. A princess I may be, but even one tasked with the movement of the heavens needs her subjects." She paused for a moment, letting this sink in to their minds.

 

"Wavering Bass and Vedana Purity, I would have the two of you accompany me as my personal aides to the Peace Embassy. Colonel Steeleye will be my head bodyguard with a detachment from his regiment. Benethor, you have good ideas, if a little rash from what I have seen thus far. I wish you to assist the scientific studies into the crystals to the best of your ability. A degree in science is not neccesary, just that you look for practical uses and point ou where theory becomes too meshed with reality. Indeed, these crystals are powerful and unstable. For centuries they have been left to grow in the darkness without tenders. As such, the largest formations could be classified as weapons of mass destruction should they be tampered with. On a side note, intense labor is being put forth so that these same crystals could not be detonated under Canterlot with obvious results."

 

"The Peace Embassy will take place in Ponyville, one week from today if all goes well. This night I will send a magical courier to Luna telling of her this and hope for the best. Tomorrow, at noon, I will announce my intentions and whatever answer I have recieved to the general populace via magical projection. Should she refuse, an immeadiate call to arms is going to be issued. This cannot be allowed to continue. Should she accept, patrols around Ponyville will increase to maintain peaceful conditions. In addition, as a gesture of good faith I will allow Luna to have a bodyguard and retinue of advisors, as will I. Now, I apoloize for my abrupt conclusion, but preparations must be made. Berethor, you will be guided to the crystal labs by the servant standing at the door. I bid you a good day ponies and good luck."

 

With almost indecent haste the teleported herself and Steeleye out of the Throne Room, leaving the others to leave at their discretion. Indeed, a maid was waiting by the front door to guide Berethor as needed.

Benethor blushed and was gobsmacked.

'You want me to look over weapons of mass destruction!?'

But Celestia was already gone. He looked at the maid who was to lead him to the labs. He bit the pipe tight and walked slowly forward to the maid. He let out a big cloud of smoke out of his mouth, not out of rudeness but nerves.

'Please lead me to the labs miss..?'

[The-Master 1,176]

Dear Lance, Due to a new development, I require that you stop the operations until further notice. Luna.

"No..." Lance paced around his tent in worry, the very end of his sanity on the line. What if this was the end? How could it be the end? All of the wasted planning and fighting. All those that died for nothing, so many that died. Flashes of his brother came to mind but he quickly suppressed them, returning to his pacing. He called to him one of his guards, ordering him to halt all advancement until further notice. "Fetch Lieutenant Golden Age. Bring him to my tent. We have much to discuss."

[longgone 873]

"Sir" Ballyhooly said, standing erect outside Golden Age's tent. Golden Age was less happier than he was a few days ago. It had stopped raining, but the liquid condenstation was replaced with frozen condensation, leaving a few inches of snow.

 

The lieutenant called out "Ye may enter" Ballyhooly walked up to Golden Age, who was once again looking over his maps. "Letter for you sir, from Princess Luna." Golden Age imediatley took interest in the matter "Aye? Right, thank ye lad, dismissed."

 

"There's one more thing sir, Lance wants you in his tent sir, seems important."

 

The lieutenant let out a small sigh "Very well, I'll be with him once I deal with this" He said while waving the letter "Dismissed" Ballyhooly about faced and walked out.

 

Dear Golden Age,

I request that you return to Rockwington at once. If this is not possible within three days, then please meet me at Ponyville.

Luna.

 

"Right, I'll leave tomorrow, be there in a day or two. What matter would require my presence there?" He put the letter in his coat pocket, dawned his Hardee hat and walked off to Lances's tent.

Edited January 19, 2013 by HistoricallyInaccurate

[The-Master 1,176]

@,

"Golden Age, please enter. We have much to discuss." He beckoned the lieutenant to a nearby seat, still obviously on edge. "Recently I have received a letter from the Princess. It demanded the withdrawal of my forces until further notice. If my suspicions are correct this would mean a political standstill. The war may be drawing to a close."

 

"I suspect you may already been informed of this, the princess was always fond of you. What has she asked? Where does she want you? What command has she given?"

[longgone 873]

"Arg, bloody hell." He took his seat and placed his hooves together. "I recieved a letter quite recently from the Princess, she asks of me to return to Rockwington within 3 days. I suspect I'm to take part in the affair, but I haven't any idea why, I'm not a politican of any sort! But even so sir, I seriously doubt the war will just end like this. Think about it, armies have been mobilized, tensions are high, do ye really think all of that will go away by a few signatures on paper? I'm almost certain this little affair will fail to bring peace, and we will be back to normal routine shortly. I'm almost tempted to go ahead and attack that city right now! Are you sure she said 'withdrawal'? I wouldn't withdrawal a bloody inch unless she said word-for-word 'withdrawal your troops'!"
 

[The-Master 1,176]

@,

"Any second wasted on the boarder is practically a withdrawal. But now I must ask of you one thing; report back to the princess that I have pulled back forces until further notice and am awaiting further orders." Lance re-strapped his sword back to his side, looking over to a ready prepared travel pack. "This is a lie. I will be gone for two weeks. I will tell you all once I have returned, but for now I need you to do this one thing and leave it at that. She trusts you more than myself."

[longgone 873]

"Aye sir, ye can count on me sir! I reckon I might as well take leave tonight, I have nothin' else to do execpt daydream in a wall tent." Golden Age gave a quick salute and showed himself out. He took out his knapsack and hastily packed necessities. Gumblanket; check, blanket roll; check, plate & utenils; check, great coat; check, food & water;check.

 

Within half an hour, he was packed up. "Sergeant" He called out "You're acting as CO until I return, I expect to find everything in good order upon my return." He gave a quick wave and trotted back towards Rockwington

[Vedana Purity 221]

Princess Celestia:

Once again she listened patiently while her subjects. They both had very valid points and she appreciated hearing both of their suggestions. She was a bit suprised that her other guests had not said much. A glance in Steeleye's direction revealed him to be seated stoically, awaiting ordes like a statue. It was a shame that he honestly could not relax, but some ponies were simply too set in their ways to change easily. Rising from her throne, she made a proclomation to those assembled. "As you all have been party to this decision, please accepted my most sincere gratitude. A princess I may be, but even one tasked with the movement of the heavens needs her subjects." She paused for a moment, letting this sink in to their minds.

 

"Wavering Bass and Vedana Purity, I would have the two of you accompany me as my personal aides to the Peace Embassy. Colonel Steeleye will be my head bodyguard with a detachment from his regiment. Benethor, you have good ideas, if a little rash from what I have seen thus far. I wish you to assist the scientific studies into the crystals to the best of your ability. A degree in science is not neccesary, just that you look for practical uses and point ou where theory becomes too meshed with reality. Indeed, these crystals are powerful and unstable. For centuries they have been left to grow in the darkness without tenders. As such, the largest formations could be classified as weapons of mass destruction should they be tampered with. On a side note, intense labor is being put forth so that these same crystals could not be detonated under Canterlot with obvious results."

 

"The Peace Embassy will take place in Ponyville, one week from today if all goes well. This night I will send a magical courier to Luna telling of her this and hope for the best. Tomorrow, at noon, I will announce my intentions and whatever answer I have recieved to the general populace via magical projection. Should she refuse, an immeadiate call to arms is going to be issued. This cannot be allowed to continue. Should she accept, patrols around Ponyville will increase to maintain peaceful conditions. In addition, as a gesture of good faith I will allow Luna to have a bodyguard and retinue of advisors, as will I. Now, I apoloize for my abrupt conclusion, but preparations must be made. Berethor, you will be guided to the crystal labs by the servant standing at the door. I bid you a good day ponies and good luck."

 

With almost indecent haste the teleported herself and Steeleye out of the Throne Room, leaving the others to leave at their discretion. Indeed, a maid was waiting by the front door to guide Berethor as needed.

Vedana Purity smiled and bowed his head respectfully to princess Celestia, "It will be an honor to be your personal aid for the Peace Embassy. it will be nice to hear the voice of Luna and the others once more and hope for the best. I shall pray day and night for everything to go smoothly." The Blind unicorn said, as he heard Celestia teleporting away, his smile stayed. "There will be war, there is no denying it...But hopefully we can minimalise the causalities.." Vedana looked at his General Pinkie pie. "So Pinkie Pie my general, what are your orders?~"

[Shift 4,272]

Pinkie Pie

 

Pinkie Pie was sleeping during the rest of the meeting but then woke up.

 

"Wha- oh, your orders. Um...get ready for the peace conference, like find an outfit and decorate the place and get refreshments. I'm going to get my armor ready and get the peace conference room ready too!~"

 

Scootaloo

Scootaloo, realizing her idol wasn't paying attention, decided to grab a drink.

 

Lightning Dust

Lightning arrived at Cloudsdale, and with a grumble, she set off.

[longgone 873]

Golden Age arrived in Rockwington late evening. More familiar with the layout, he quickly found his way to the throne room. He tossed his knapsack on a nearby bench, straightened his hat, and walked in. "Yer highness, fair greetings to ye! I do believe you sent fer me aye?" He took a small bow then stood erect.

[HigurSan 195]

Princess Celestia:

Inside of her bed-chambers, the Princess let her guard down. Collapsing on a couch she had adored for the past century or so, she examined Colonel Steeleye. Even though this was simply the ante-room outside of her actual sleeping quarters, few ponies had ever dared set hoof this far. Despite the obvious implications, Colonel Steeleye remained standing at attention, ramrod straight. For a while she rested her head on the couch's arm, waiting to see if he would move. Minutes passed and still he remained at complete attention, not moving a muscle. Sighing, she lifted her hoof and made the gesture to signify he was to relax to 'at ease'. The sharp clack of his hooves against the tiling rang throughout the chamber as his legs moved with perfect percision.

 

"Colonel...," She finally uttered. "What did you think of the other guests I called to the meeting, even the one who was... unexpected."

 

Steeleye furrowed his brow thoughtfully. "I can understand your confidence in most of them ma'am," he eventually responded. "The only two I wonder about would be Pinkie Pie and the one you assigned to the Helios Bombardment project. Knowing of Pinkie Pie and her record with you and the other Elements of Harmony, her presence does not disturb me overly much. The intruder, Berethor I believe, does cause my attention to be aroused. His uninvited presence is a punishable offence, even with the abilities which you see in him."

 

The Princess remained draped on the couch, studying her newly appointed bodyguard. "Once, a young filly queried Starswirl the Bearded: 'Why have you let villans and monsters remain in the land? With your power you could surely undo them all!' Starswirl smiled at the filly and said, 'The place of the Powerful is to protect those weaker than them. For all creature deserve friendship.' True, Berethor's entrance is punishable. But I believe that giving him mercy and making use of the gifts he has (even if he doesn't realize it) will teach him far more than any punishment I could give. That does not mean I will simply let anypony charge in and hand them a secret weapon. Everypony needs to be dealt with in different ways."

 

At that moment, a letter popped into the air in front of Celestia. After reading it for a moment, she smiled. "It appears that Luna has agreed to our terms. The Peace Embassy shall begin soon."

 

Berethor's Maid:

The little mare was only just out of her fillyhood. A long, flowing, and black mane seemed to cascade over her neck, not to mention that her tail matched. Otherwise, her coat looked like it was that of a newborn, soft and smooth while a soft greyish white in color. Her uniform hid her cutie mark, but from the look of her it likely had to do with cleaning. Her warm brown eyes looked up at him, a little afraid actually. "Er... y-yes sir... The labs are this way." She indicated a nearby door and led him through it. Despite her overwhelming shy nature, on par with Fluttershy, she manuevered through the castle's corridos with exacting percision. Eventually their progress led them down. A sealed metal door opened at the bottom of a long staircase, revealing a cross between a mad alchemists workshop and a sterilized operating room. A few skiny stalliosn (all with glasses on their noses) scampered back and forth between projects like ants. An exceedingly tall stallion with a gianty fuzzy white afro turned to greet the new arrivals. "My name is Fizzrocket, welcome to the Helios Labs."

 

World Events:

Soon enough a delegation from Canterlot arrived, remodeling Ponyville for the coming Embassy. Damage and misuse were all undone until the entire town looked better than it ever had. Instead of dividing the town into two halves, the Solar quarters and sections were meshed equally in a grid pattern with the Lunar's. Most notably, the largest inn in the town was turned into a vertible resort, with help from the local specialists. Only here wasthe division fully recognized, with one half of the inn set apart from the other so that both Lunar and Solar emisarries could sleep in peace without fearing a knife in their back.

[The-Master 1,176]

Lance sat down at the Inn counter, polishing off another mug of ale before beginning to write a letter. His hoof writing was a bit off thanks the the drink, but he managed. He wrote as follows.

 

Dear Lieutenant Golden Age.

 

So far my travels north have taken me to the city of Las Pegasus living in its former glory. Soon I shall be returning to Fillydelphia with 700 Pegasi under my command to add to the force. Combined that is an estimated force of over 1500 Air Troops, an army capable of making a quick, but devastating attack.

 

This is why I write to you, should things turn ill and all hopes of diplomacy fail, send me a message under the code word: Elio and my forces will be dispatched to Ponyville with full haste. It would take us but an hour at full speed.

 

Remember that this is the last resort, do not contact me or respond to this letter.

 

Lance Vanguard, 5th Captaincy, 10th Regiment.

[TheLionPaladin 164]

Princess Celestia:

Inside of her bed-chambers, the Princess let her guard down. Collapsing on a couch she had adored for the past century or so, she examined Colonel Steeleye. Even though this was simply the ante-room outside of her actual sleeping quarters, few ponies had ever dared set hoof this far. Despite the obvious implications, Colonel Steeleye remained standing at attention, ramrod straight. For a while she rested her head on the couch's arm, waiting to see if he would move. Minutes passed and still he remained at complete attention, not moving a muscle. Sighing, she lifted her hoof and made the gesture to signify he was to relax to 'at ease'. The sharp clack of his hooves against the tiling rang throughout the chamber as his legs moved with perfect percision.

 

"Colonel...," She finally uttered. "What did you think of the other guests I called to the meeting, even the one who was... unexpected."

 

Steeleye furrowed his brow thoughtfully. "I can understand your confidence in most of them ma'am," he eventually responded. "The only two I wonder about would be Pinkie Pie and the one you assigned to the Helios Bombardment project. Knowing of Pinkie Pie and her record with you and the other Elements of Harmony, her presence does not disturb me overly much. The intruder, Berethor I believe, does cause my attention to be aroused. His uninvited presence is a punishable offence, even with the abilities which you see in him."

 

The Princess remained draped on the couch, studying her newly appointed bodyguard. "Once, a young filly queried Starswirl the Bearded: 'Why have you let villans and monsters remain in the land? With your power you could surely undo them all!' Starswirl smiled at the filly and said, 'The place of the Powerful is to protect those weaker than them. For all creature deserve friendship.' True, Berethor's entrance is punishable. But I believe that giving him mercy and making use of the gifts he has (even if he doesn't realize it) will teach him far more than any punishment I could give. That does not mean I will simply let anypony charge in and hand them a secret weapon. Everypony needs to be dealt with in different ways."

 

At that moment, a letter popped into the air in front of Celestia. After reading it for a moment, she smiled. "It appears that Luna has agreed to our terms. The Peace Embassy shall begin soon."

 

Berethor's Maid:

The little mare was only just out of her fillyhood. A long, flowing, and black mane seemed to cascade over her neck, not to mention that her tail matched. Otherwise, her coat looked like it was that of a newborn, soft and smooth while a soft greyish white in color. Her uniform hid her cutie mark, but from the look of her it likely had to do with cleaning. Her warm brown eyes looked up at him, a little afraid actually. "Er... y-yes sir... The labs are this way." She indicated a nearby door and led him through it. Despite her overwhelming shy nature, on par with Fluttershy, she manuevered through the castle's corridos with exacting percision. Eventually their progress led them down. A sealed metal door opened at the bottom of a long staircase, revealing a cross between a mad alchemists workshop and a sterilized operating room. A few skiny stalliosn (all with glasses on their noses) scampered back and forth between projects like ants. An exceedingly tall stallion with a gianty fuzzy white afro turned to greet the new arrivals. "My name is Fizzrocket, welcome to the Helios Labs."

 

World Events:

Soon enough a delegation from Canterlot arrived, remodeling Ponyville for the coming Embassy. Damage and misuse were all undone until the entire town looked better than it ever had. Instead of dividing the town into two halves, the Solar quarters and sections were meshed equally in a grid pattern with the Lunar's. Most notably, the largest inn in the town was turned into a vertible resort, with help from the local specialists. Only here wasthe division fully recognized, with one half of the inn set apart from the other so that both Lunar and Solar emisarries could sleep in peace without fearing a knife in their back.

As he walked through the long and twisting corridors that went on for miles he started to believe the little filly was lost. However when they reached the stairs and then entered through the huge iron door he knew this was the place. He let off a huge cloud of tobacco smoke in amazement from the sight. Of the scientists, there nature and also the sheer technological advancement of the project. He then saw the odd looking Fizzrocket and raised an eyebrow.

'Nice to meet you....I am Benethor (or Berethor if you prefer) Celestia wanted me to take a look at the project...I don't know why but..if Celestia has faith in me i doubt its without reason!

[Vedana Purity 221]

Pinkie Pie

 

Pinkie Pie was sleeping during the rest of the meeting but then woke up.

 

"Wha- oh, your orders. Um...get ready for the peace conference, like find an outfit and decorate the place and get refreshments. I'm going to get my armor ready and get the peace conference room ready too!~"

 

Scootaloo

Scootaloo, realizing her idol wasn't paying attention, decided to grab a drink.

 

Lightning Dust

Lightning arrived at Cloudsdale, and with a grumble, she set off.

Vedana Purity sighed as he hopped off his chair and trotted to Pinkie pie, "You were fast asleep wern't you general?" The blind unicorn kindly asked her, titling his head cutely with a smile to add the innocence. "Any way I have an outfit in mind and I shall get dressed immediately." Vedana nod his head to Pinkie Pie as he made his way to the private quarters of the castle and opening up a suitcase.

 

" I swore i would never wear this armour again...Now I have no opinion but to." Vedana then begins a suprising transformation, coming his mane to a more styled and noble fashion, then with his magical horn starts to dress himself in the armour that appears to look like an Roman Emperor for battle. (picture it as Julius Caesar style look) Armour from top to his hooves, he then added the cloak around his neck with the Solar Empire Emblem. The blind unicorn looked as if he was taking on a new persona for war, one to be feared. Alas it is for the Embassy and one must look his best.

 

"Gaius Vedana Caligula Purity.....That is what they used to call me, during my time in Istallia....It is time to show just all ponies what I can be during War time." Vedana Purity said to himself with an assertive look, still keeping his blindfold on for the time being and leaves the Private Quarters, trotting his way back to the main hall, and all armored up.

Edited January 24, 2013 by Vedana Purity

[Sky Warden 2,243]

Cunning Horn leaned against the wall near the window in the hall outside the throne room, since he didn't really has something to do that day. He smirked when he saw Golden Age strode into the room. The newly-promoted Captain looked exhausted. A long and non-stop journey maybe. As much as he knew, Golden Age was besieging Fillydelphia when Luna asked him to return.

He looked out through the window. It was very high above the ground. He imagined how could a pony survive from such height without wings. Ropes and some cupcakes will help. He snorted weakly when his belly rumbled, "I wonder if there's any grub in there". He glanced at the same grumpy guard he saw earlier, and the guard stared back at him. He remembered that Princess Luna called him "Steel" yesterday. He threw an awkward friendly smile as usual, but Steel just stood there, glaring at him. He pulled out a short metal stick from his mane and leaned against the throne room's wall. Hidden between his messy black mane, he used that stick to overhear the conversation inside.

[HigurSan 195]

Proffesor Fizzrocket and Company:

The extremely tall stallion had a coat of ashen grey in addition to his puffy white afro. Small spectacles balanced off the end of his noise. Even a classic labcoat draped down his body. It was worth mentioning that the lab coat's edges had sustained numerous burns and what looked like chemical exposure, leading to hasty repairs done by someone who could not drive a carriage through an archway, let alone thread a needle. The maid promptly scampered over and retrieved the abused coat at once, hurrying of to a table before mending th abuse. Fizzrocket, apparently used to this kind of action nodded cordailly at Berethor. "Well, glad to have you here I suppose. My full title is Head Proffesor Fizzrocket over the Helio-Jackdandy put that beaker down RIGHT this INSTANT!" In a flash the stallion as rushing over and tackling an overly inquisitive young pony holding a vial full of blue liquid. Without even thinking Fizzrocket managed to pin the pony to the ground and place the beaker on a flat surface without spilling a single drop, or even disturbing the fluid.

 

"For the LAST TIME Jackdandy! Be CAREFUL. We're dealing with powerful stuff here! Much worse than the bio weaponry that melted through the floor last week. Now get on, get a mop and clean up the mess. I don't see one currently but there's bound to be one in a couple of seconds." Almost on cue a strange hissing noise came from across the smoky room, followed by a large bang. Sending Jackdandy off to whatever it was, Fizzrocket turned to Berethor while the maid helped him re-don the now exquisitely repaired lab coat, complete with reinforced fringe. "As you can see, what Princess Celestia likely sent you here for was a rather simple commodity that is in short supply around here: Common Sense. The lot of us would be blown to bits by now if she hadn't made us magically swear to not blow up things for fun. Unfortunately we still get quite out of hand."

 

He gestured with one hoof at the maid. "This is Neat'n'Tidy, our assistant. Her reflexes are sharper than mine and her cooking is to die for. You will enjoy dinner later, saute'd carrots as the main dish correct?" This brought an extremely shy nod from Neat'n'Tidy, who was blushing profusely. "At any rate. She will be able to show you to your rooms, the dining hall, and just about anywhere you'll need. You can't go upstairs until we're done unfortunately. Sorry about that. Security reasons. Now tell me, have you-JACKDANDY! I swear to Celestia I will sit your flank in the mining operation if you don't listen!" This last outburst was prompted by a larger explosion than before, sending the Professor scurrying off.

 

"O-o-one thing that h-he didn't tell y-you sir was that..." The young mare was blushing like an apple. "Other than m-my duties for the lab I've your persoal full time servant." If she could have sunk into the floor, she would have at that moment.

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

Golden Age arrived in Rockwington late evening. More familiar with the layout, he quickly found his way to the throne room. He tossed his knapsack on a nearby bench, straightened his hat, and walked in. "Yer highness, fair greetings to ye! I do believe you sent fer me aye?" He took a small bow then stood erect.

 

"Yes, please." She got up and began to pace. "Tia has sent us a request for peace. We honestly thought that this war would last longer, but we cannot say we are displeased. At the peace negotiations, we will need both military officers and politicians. I request that you help me with the military side of this." She sighed and looked at him. "What do you say... Captain?"

 

(I forgot your rank, Historic. If I got it wrong... Just take my money, fool!)

[longgone 873]

(OOC: It's 1st Lieutenant )

 

"I'd be pleased to help yer highness. 'Twould fit me better to help with the military side of things, I never was much of a politican. I should also mention that Captain Vanguard has withdrawaled his troops out of the Fillydelphia area, but he's ready to make a swift flight back should the peace talks fail. Which, to be honest with ye yer highness, I see little chance of success. But aye, I'll assist you, I just bloody well hope I don't have to speak with Celestia!"

Edited January 30, 2013 by ~HistoricallyInaccurate~

[HigurSan 195]

(I feelt that I have waited long enough that moving the plot along shouldn't be a problem. No, no weapons of uber suprise mass destruction this time.)

 

Celestia and Steeleye:

Whatever people said about Celestia, even if it was obviously propoganda, she did not like travelling with pomp and parades. More often than not she simply wished to trot along with her companions and chat as the kilometers rolled by. Her lot in life had declared otherwise, so now she sat in the least jewelled and gilded carriage that she could requisition without mortally wounding the pride of her personal attendants. In her eye, there were two types of nobleponies. The first attracted money and power to themselves by sheer force of will. Others, like herself, had to keep a persistent struggle going so that they did not drown in the ceaseless tide of gifts and awe. Sure, being respected by everypony was nice. This feeling began to wear off soon after one realized that it was never going to end. On this short excursion alone, three ponies had gone through stupendous lengths of trouble to make themselves as presentable as possible for her passing. It made her regret not seconding Pinkie Pie to come with her, just to push away the stifling air of formality.

 

Thankfully Steeleye had remained rather dependable as the trip from Canterlot to Ponyville wore on. It was admittedly refreshing to have a pony by one's side that retained an attitude of humble but point blank harsh truth at all times. At least she had convinced him to ride in the carriage with her instead of marching alongside with the rank and file. If she could have ridden the train and enjoyed everypony's company in peace she would have. Unfortunately the rail lines had been the target of terrorist sabotage since the war began. Steeleye for the moment was focused like a hawk on a patch of cheering civilians who were trying to support an artistic interpretation of the Celestial Crest, painted on a linen banner. As they passed he gave a sharp salute, which was ultimately ignored by the stallions but made a couple of fillies swoon.

 

If he had been looking right at her, he might have noticed how Celestia's eyes roamed over him with a peircing examination. Frankly it would have been embaressing for both of them and more important matters were at hand. Throughout her reign a couple of Imperial descendants had popped up here and there, but nopony remembered those, Celestia had made sure of that. Perhaps though, having an heir would be a neccesity in the coming days. Despite what most ponies though, Celestia was convinced that she was not going to live forever and she wanted to ensure the continuing security of Equestria after she passed on.

 

So it was with rather mixed feelings of somber responsibility and mischieviousness that Princess Celestia and her bodyguard would arrive in Ponyville. Summons and orders had been sent to everypony that had attended the breifing, save Berethor. If they had not been in time to join the caravan Celestia now rode in, they were commanded to hasten to Ponyville and report at the town hall with due haste. Notably, carefully worded and secretive documents had been passed around the commanding officers, dictating their orders in the case that diplomacy failed. Each document burned itself by magic after the reader had memorized the words or finished reading, ensuring that no copies would be passed to the enemy by spys.

[Danny Hollow 57]

Wavering had finally finished with all the patients of the day. The amount of injured that entered the Hospital everyday had been decreasing since Celestia send the letter to Luna. Wavering knew Celestia had already gone to Ponyville, but he was too late to go with her, he got immersed so bad in his routine he forgot why treating so many had become a routine. He knew Celestia had chosen him for a reason and he couldn't fail her on this one.

The Hospital was almost silent, almost all patients had been treated and the ones that were being treated or waiting we're just quiet. Wavering packed a new scalpel and a few other medical equipment for emergencies, he left his office and waved at some of the other medical staff that was around, he then left the Hospital to go home, prepare for the trip and then hopefully go in one of the convoys to Ponyville.

[Dariusgib 42]

Proffesor Fizzrocket and Company:

The extremely tall stallion had a coat of ashen grey in addition to his puffy white afro. Small spectacles balanced off the end of his noise. Even a classic labcoat draped down his body. It was worth mentioning that the lab coat's edges had sustained numerous burns and what looked like chemical exposure, leading to hasty repairs done by someone who could not drive a carriage through an archway, let alone thread a needle. The maid promptly scampered over and retrieved the abused coat at once, hurrying of to a table before mending th abuse. Fizzrocket, apparently used to this kind of action nodded cordailly at Berethor. "Well, glad to have you here I suppose. My full title is Head Proffesor Fizzrocket over the Helio-Jackdandy put that beaker down RIGHT this INSTANT!" In a flash the stallion as rushing over and tackling an overly inquisitive young pony holding a vial full of blue liquid. Without even thinking Fizzrocket managed to pin the pony to the ground and place the beaker on a flat surface without spilling a single drop, or even disturbing the fluid.

 

"For the LAST TIME Jackdandy! Be CAREFUL. We're dealing with powerful stuff here! Much worse than the bio weaponry that melted through the floor last week. Now get on, get a mop and clean up the mess. I don't see one currently but there's bound to be one in a couple of seconds." Almost on cue a strange hissing noise came from across the smoky room, followed by a large bang. Sending Jackdandy off to whatever it was, Fizzrocket turned to Berethor while the maid helped him re-don the now exquisitely repaired lab coat, complete with reinforced fringe. "As you can see, what Princess Celestia likely sent you here for was a rather simple commodity that is in short supply around here: Common Sense. The lot of us would be blown to bits by now if she hadn't made us magically swear to not blow up things for fun. Unfortunately we still get quite out of hand."

 

He gestured with one hoof at the maid. "This is Neat'n'Tidy, our assistant. Her reflexes are sharper than mine and her cooking is to die for. You will enjoy dinner later, saute'd carrots as the main dish correct?" This brought an extremely shy nod from Neat'n'Tidy, who was blushing profusely. "At any rate. She will be able to show you to your rooms, the dining hall, and just about anywhere you'll need. You can't go upstairs until we're done unfortunately. Sorry about that. Security reasons. Now tell me, have you-JACKDANDY! I swear to Celestia I will sit your flank in the mining operation if you don't listen!" This last outburst was prompted by a larger explosion than before, sending the Professor scurrying off.

 

"O-o-one thing that h-he didn't tell y-you sir was that..." The young mare was blushing like an apple. "Other than m-my duties for the lab I've your persoal full time servant." If she could have sunk into the floor, she would have at that moment.

(Ooc I am taking the role of Benethor/berethor until thelionpaladin gets back.)

Benethor blushed a bit as he held back a few chuckles. This was almost like an asylum: So many ponies rushing around with so much volatile chemicals. How did they get anything done without bashing into each other and setting the laboratory on fire?

'Well errr...'

He looked at the small maid mare and blushed bright red. He had never had a servant before nor ever wanted one.

'Umm wow err thanks.'

Great one Benethor. Great one.

He couldn't believe he was given all this responsibility all because he had interrupted Verdana and Celestia during a meeting. He was expecting death by trampling squad!

He managed to stop blushing for a moment and looked back at the professor.

'So..I am a common sense guy here am I? So whot do I do?'

Benethor wasn't going to flatter while talking. He wasn't that kid of pony. It wasn't needed either.

Edited February 1, 2013 by Dariusgib

[The-Master 1,176]

"Captain!" The young lieutenant rushed to his superiors side. Lance stood with a defiant look out towards the town of Ponyville looming on the horizon. They had set up their camp in the eaves of the Everfree Forest not a day ago, keeping a low profile. The Capitan did not trust the Solar's, nor did he trust his own comrades very much, but in this case he had to be ready to act.

 

"Captain?" Lance turned swiftly as he remembered he wasn't alone. The lieutenant cleared his throat before speaking. "The other Pegasi have req-"

 

"I did not permission to speak yet. You will be patient before addressing me."

 

"S-sorry sir. Um, permission to speak sir?"

 

"Permission granted, lieutenant."

 

"Right. The other Pegasi have requested we get a few fires going. The forest can get mighty cold at night, and there's also the chance we may be ambushed by those beasties that live in these dreadful woods."

 

"No."The Captain spoke staunchly. "The fire will give away our location and draw others towards us. You will have to bear through the cold young one. And do not fear what lurks in the wood, all they can do is kill you. Besides, you are Pegasi Elite. A few squalling animals should be no match against Lunar's very finest."

 

"Y-yes sir. I guess you are right."

 

"Now be off with you. See to it that all the soldiers keep quite."

[Shift 4,272]

Pinkie Pie:

Pinkie Pie was preparing the peace reception so enthusiastically that she made individual snacks for each pony, a pinata, a Apploosan band, a bar, and practicably everything. She even refused to wear armor, and decked all of the guards with armor with streamers, party hats, and decorated their armor with pictures of balloons and parties.

 

Now she had to wait.

 

...waiting...

 

...waiting...

 

...yup, this was harder then she thought.

 

 

Lightning Dust & Scootaloo:
"ROGER, YOU BETTER HAVE NOT TAKEN MY CANDY CANE!" Lightning shouted at Scootaloo, who panicked and threw it to the floor, snapping it in half. Lightning groaned.

 

"Look, Celestia put me and RD in charge of Cloudsdale's defenses. I can't focus on defending without a candy cane in my mouth!" Lightning told a confused Scootaloo, while she was complimenting herself on her choice of words.

 

"T-T-Okay." Scootaloo mumbled. Lightning wasn't the best boss.

Edited February 7, 2013 by Shift

[longgone 873]

Golden Age was eagerly awaiting the peace conference. He wondered if any officers would be there that he would reconize. Wonder what me former comrades in arms will think of me now he pondered. He sat at a desk and wrote a letter to his Sergeant.

 

Sergeant,

 

I do believe the main confrontation will be at or near the town of Ponyville. Therefore, you are to break camp ASAP and pitch tents in the Everfree near the town. I have confidence you will be able to fend of any pests until I return. The dense trees will also provide safety from Solar Forces.

 

Golden Age, 3rd Ponyville, Commanding Officer.

 

After tracking down a Lunar sympathizer and with a small bribe, he was able to get the letter delivered.