private Celestial Conquest: Adventure in the Great Beyond

[Agent505 661]

(Incoming long post and character design change thanks to an idea I just had)

 

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Metal Gear sighed heavily, and then swallowed with a *gulp* before he turned around. "Fer the love of Celestia, don't do anythin' stupid! Or at least, not 'till I get back." He then galloped off down the streets they had just came from, accidentally bumping into the crowd of ponies, causing a few of them - and himself - to tumble over. "Oh my, i'm ever so sorry ma'am! Gotta look where I be goin' in the future!" he exclaimed as he helped one of the mares to her hooves and continued on his way. 

 

He slid into the side of the ship, not being able to slow himself down from his full gallop in time, but it didn't hurt him, luckily.

After fumbling around in his jacket for a moment, he found the keys to the ship and unlocked the door, opened it and bolted inside, unlocking his own door and again darting inside in a hurry. In the room, he opened a metal trunk under his desk, inside it contained a simple brace and a metal tube, with a few electronics and metal bits poking out here and there. "Hey there honey, it's been a while, yer still good fer me?" he laughed quietly to himself as he shuffled the brace over his shoulders. 

It connected around his neck and just either side of his shoulders, with a central piece going down his spine and over his rear legs. The metal tube came down over the top right of his head, and at the shoulders there was a large box that was connected to a metal mouth piece with a rubber grip. and a green eye piece came down over his right eye. Lining the outside of the metal tube where vertical blue lines, that seemed to power up as he hoisted the harness into position. "Good ta go..." 

 

Locking the door to only the outside of the ship, he made his way back to where Slicer was waiting for him, but this time taking a less crowded route down some back-alleys. It wouldn't have been wise to walk through a crowd looking so hostile. "I...*pant pant* I miss any-anythin good *pant pant* Slice?" he asked as he tried to catch his breath.

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Slicer nodded as Metal Gear ran off. He just kept quiet and pulled an apple from his bag as he watched the ponies fight.

 

He smiled when Metal Gear returned and shook his head. "That guy was shot...now he's all angry and is beating up that guy who shot him. That guy over there is fighting a robot. Cool eh?" He laughed and sipped his water again. "This stuff is always fun to watch." *You should join in and kill them all.* *You should stop being such a smelly face.* He thought.

 

((Slicer and Metal Gear a a few feet away...just kinda watching. Just so everyone else know's...))

Edited June 25, 2013 by ~Fire Sky~

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Thunder Blade smiled as he approached the brawling ponies. Typical mercenaries. They brawled as soon as they had a disagreement. They didn't even try to have a decent discussion. Seems like a typical sailor. Maybe he could draw DeadEye away... but not for a while.

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"Oh! *pant pant* Good...glad yer not dead, at least!" He sat down, and the cannon on his brace compacted into itself and tucked away behind his shoulders, as well as the eye piece lifting up from his eye. Looking over at Slicer, he noticed a very telltale expression on his face, and of course he knew what that meant. "Hey!" He nudged him, shaking his head, "Yer doin' that thing again! With yer face, I know what yer be thinkin' an' it's a dumb idea!" 

Edited June 25, 2013 by Agent505

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Slicer looked at Metal Gear and gave him the usual crazy smile. "Getting ice cream is a dumb idea?" He laughed loudly before shaking his head. "Yes yes, I know...I told him that it was a stupid idea." He replied, sipping his water again before tossing the bottle back into his bag. "But of course he still wants to join in on the fun." He laughed again and sat down on the ground to continue watching.

[RedStorm 66]

He'd been shot enough to take it, but damn it hurt. He growled, spinning the blade in Gold's direction and coming down hard on Gold's leg (the one with the gun) as he fell from the wound. "Dumbflank..." he growled angrily, immediately crawling on top of him to beat the crap out of him with his good foreleg.

Gold bit his lip. Nearly biting it off, he felt punching on his back.

He got the axe out, and swung it at Deadeye. He wanted to kill him straight away, but he didn't notice that he swung the blunt side at him.

As Deadeye hit the ground, the orange stallion jumped ontop of him and pinned him down with the axe. He started to punch Deadeye with his good leg. That meant he only punched one side of his face, punching from the other would do pretty much no damage.

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As Deadeye hit the ground, the orange stallion jumped ontop of him and pinned him down with the axe. He started to punch Deadeye with his good leg. That meant he only punched one side of his face, punching from the other would do pretty much no damage.

(this is godmodding. No more please.)

 

Deadeye knew how to take a punch, and he has been punched by much more dangerous ponies. He swung his body back, raising his legs, and kicking him so that he'd fly off of him, over Deadeye's head. That direction also happened to be where Max was.

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"I'm sure y'did Slice." 

It was about now, after Metal Gear had caught his breath, that he noticed the robotic companion one of the other ponies had - he was fighting. "Why, aint that interestin'?" he thought out loud once again. "Wonder why I never made one o' those things yet. Ah well, i'm happy fer now with the ones I do got. Can't imagine it bein' too hard ta whip up one o' those things." He then pulled out a bar of chocolate from his jacket - it was warm and had begun to melt from being in there for so long, but he didn't mind too much as he tore off the top of the wrapper and began nibbling on the end. "C'mon Slice, we gotta get outta here while we got the chance, they aint noticed us yet, and if I fire this thing - half o' Canterlot's gonna notice us! - Hay, the whole o' Canterlot's right aroun' the corner there!" 

Edited June 25, 2013 by Agent505

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(this is godmodding. No more please.)

 

Deadeye knew how to take a punch, and he has been punched by much more dangerous ponies. He swung his body back, raising his legs, and kicking him so that he'd fly off of him, over Deadeye's head. That direction also happened to be where Max was.

(Sowwy you're gonna win the fight anyways so...)

 

Gold actually smirked as he flew through the air. He loved flying, but not like this.

He landed on Max's head, smashing it.

Once gold saw what happened he's heart dropped.

"Oh no... no... no... no... no.. NO!"

He started collecting together the small bits and bolts that were now scattered.

"I'll fix you up, old pal. Don't worry, it's gonna be fine." Gold muttered to himself as he picked Max's body up.

"This, I'll need. Also this, this and this... most important stuff... now who's gonna do stupid stuff for me?" A tear rolled down Gold's eye and was stopped by his glasses. His life's work was destroyed.

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(Sowwy you're gonna win the fight anyways so...)

 

Gold actually smirked as he flew through the air. He loved flying, but not like this.

He landed on Max's head, smashing it.

Once gold saw what happened he's heart dropped.

"Oh no... no... no... no... no.. NO!"

He started collecting together the small bits and bolts that were now scattered.

"I'll fix you up, old pal. Don't worry, it's gonna be fine." Gold muttered to himself as he picked Max's body up.

"This, I'll need. Also this, this and this... most important stuff... now who's gonna do stupid stuff for me?" A tear rolled down Gold's eye and was stopped by his glasses. His life's work was destroyed.

That was a darn shame. Deadeye liked that robot. Still, it would teach him a lesson. He got up and limped inside his ship, closing the door. He'd have to patch himself up before finding another mechanic to fix that moron's mess. He took out a knife and a body of vodka and got to work taking out that bullet...

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"Sooooooo...don't fire that thing." He laughed and stood up. "That was fun to watch...what do you want to do now, Metal Gear. I think we should go bother the pony in the spaceship." He said, looking at the spaceship the colt just entered. "Or something else. Somepony somewhere around here has got to have a serious big job for us..." He said, stretching.

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"Wheren'tchya lookin' for a stallion who's filly went missin' or somethin'?" Metal Gear shook his head and stood up, as he stood up, his cannon extended again and his eyeguard slipped down over his eye, ready to fire. "I don't think botherin' that stallion's such a good idea, after what we jus' saw anyhow!" he sighed and shook his head, scratching his chin afterwards. "But I know what yer like, i'm right behind ye."   

[Durandal 623]

(I'm assuming that Max was calculating their chances, given the fact he was not attacking.)

 

Aquila was in awe. The bot had actually begun calculating it's chances, making it oblivious to the fact Aquila was even there. Before he could attack, however, the owner fell onto the bot, crushing its head. At least they had won the fight.

 

The orange one broke into hysteria as he realized what he had done. Aquila was surprised by the owner's emotional attachment to the bot, however could understand. Regardless, it did nothing to absolve him of his crimes, nor did it incline Aquila to give him sympathy. Watching as the grey stallion retreated into his ship, Aquila turned his sword on the saboteur.

 

"He let you walk, now leave, else he change his mind. I hope this has taught you a lesson." Aquila warned, keeping his distance. The saboteur was in no state to fight, however Aquila wasn't keen on taking chances.

Edited June 25, 2013 by Durandal

[RedStorm 66]

Gold listened what the pony said.

"Buzz off..." He mumbeled. He was still bleeding from his head.

Gold had finally gotten every bit back.

He spat at the ship.

*Good luck finding another mechanic who would undo everything that I caused.*

Gold finally reached his ship. A crew member ran out of the ship.

"Sir! What happened!?"

"We're leaving."

"But Sir..."

"NOW. I just killed someone's ship... just in case, get ready. They could come after us with another one..."

"Yes, Sir."

Gold went to his workroom and started putting Max back together.

[Durandal 623]

Watching as the stallion left, he finally turned his attention to the ship. Bending down, he noticed a faint glimmer by one of the wheels. It wasn't much to go on, but Aquila had to make sure.

 

"I suggest you head out as well. Oh, and perhaps its time you worked with someone else. Just some advice." Aquila said, his sword at the ready. Though he was in no mood to fight, it never hurt to be prepared.

Edited June 25, 2013 by Durandal

[MelancholicMemory 2,025]

Watching as the stallion left, he finally turned his attention to the ship. Bending down, he noticed a faint glimmer by one of the wheels. It wasn't much to go on, but Aquila had to make sure.

 

"I suggest you head out as well. Oh, and perhaps its time you worked with someone else. Just some advice." Aquila said, his sword at the ready. Though he was in no mood to fight, it never hurt to be prepared.

Deadeye stormed out, a little tipsy. "Now I gotta find a better mechanic..." He turned his eyes towards Aquila. "Oh, you. Thanks for the help, sir. What's your name? How can an old merc like me help you?" he asked, slurring his words a little. "Can't believe that worm shot me..." he muttered.

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((I got some serious overbooking here))

 

Thunder Blade smiled as he approached the brawling ponies. Typical mercenaries. They brawled as soon as they had a disagreement. They didn't even try to have a decent discussion. Seems like a typical sailor. Maybe he could draw DeadEye away... but not for a while.

((I don't know how you look as a pony))

 

Storm noticed a strange stallion next to Deadeye's ship, she wasn't a 100% positive but his behavior was highly suspicious, he had spent several minutes watching the combat between the three ponies without even taking his eyes off Deadeye.

 

Whatever Deadeye was into, this pony would probably know more. After the battle had ended and all of the ponies where dispersing she decided to tail and interrogate the unknown pony. But she encountered a problem, the gray stallion was still looking for her.

 

She had no time to handle that stallion, so with a swift motion of her right foreleg she readied her hidden blade for attack. As soon as he was close he enough she would just kill him and hide him were she had been hiding.

 

Watching as the stallion left, he finally turned his attention to the ship. Bending down, he noticed a faint glimmer by one of the wheels. It wasn't much to go on, but Aquila had to make sure.

 

"I suggest you head out as well. Oh, and perhaps its time you worked with someone else. Just some advice." Aquila said, his sword at the ready. Though he was in no mood to fight, it never hurt to be prepared.

Storm's plan changed instantly as the stallion finished speaking. She closed her eyes and meditated for a few seconds, clearing her mind and planning her steps carefully. With another short movement she caused the blade to sheathe itself.

 

She shot out of her hiding spot. Facing the other pony, and playing a perfect role. "Oh my god! it was my first day, I'm so sorry. Please, I did everything I should, I'm so sorry! Please don't beat me" she took several steps backwards and then started a sprint away.

 

He primary objective was still the stranger and as soon as she was far enough away from the grey stallion she locked on the colt and watched his moves.

 

Deadeye stormed out, a little tipsy. "Now I gotta find a better mechanic..." He turned his eyes towards Aquila. "Oh, you. Thanks for the help, sir. What's your name? How can an old merc like me help you?" he asked, slurring his words a little. "Can't believe that worm shot me..." he muttered.

 

She was hiding behind a corner when she saw Deadeye coming out of the ship, she expected the stranger to make a move. So, let's see what your intentions really are

[Durandal 623]

Aquila leaped away as the mare shot out of one of the wheels, apologizing profusely before running away. Though doubting that this was her 'first day', at least she had retreated. Finally alone, he sheathed his sabre, the purple tint of its edge fading as the blade slid into its sheath. Well that was interesting, Aquila thought, turning towards the door to the ship.

 

Aquila leapt a second time as the door suddenly swung open, the grey stallion appearing. Looking over the stallion, he realized he had been at work pulling out the bullet. From the way the man wobbled, it was likely with alcohol and a knife. Hopefully he wasn't the kind of man who absolutely refused to believe they needed a doctor. It was as if after so many bullet-wounds they begun to consider themselves invincible.

 

"...What's your name? How can an old merc like me help you?" Aquila snapped out of his trance, realizing the man was talking to him.

 

"Oh, Aquila," he said, brushing any dust off his dress greys. "And I think a more accurate question would be how can I help you. Now, lets get you to a doctor for those wounds. Maybe afterwards we can see about fixing up your ship."

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Aquila leaped away as the mare shot out of one of the wheels, apologizing profusely before running away. Though doubting that this was her 'first day', at least she had retreated. Finally alone, he sheathed his sabre, the purple tint of its edge fading as the blade slid into its sheath. Well that was interesting, Aquila thought, turning towards the door to the ship.

 

Aquila leapt a second time as the door suddenly swung open, the grey stallion appearing. Looking over the stallion, he realized he had been at work pulling out the bullet. From the way the man wobbled, it was likely with alcohol and a knife. Hopefully he wasn't the kind of man who absolutely refused to believe they needed a doctor. It was as if after so many bullet-wounds they begun to consider themselves invincible.

 

"...What's your name? How can an old merc like me help you?" Aquila snapped out of his trance, realizing the man was talking to him.

 

"Oh, Aquila," he said, brushing any dust off his dress greys. "And I think a more accurate question would be how can I help you. Now, lets get you to a doctor for those wounds. Maybe afterwards we can see about fixing up your ship."

Deadeye rubbed his head like he had a headache. "N-no...the ship is the priority right now. I don't have time for a doctor..." He shook his head. "When I get back, remind me to kill that good for nothing...Anyway, it's good to meetcha, Aquila...good work..." He rubbed hsi head some more. "I need to fix my ship and make a call...if I have time I'll find a doctor..."

[Durandal 623]

Aquila had a feeling that would be his response. Though it didn't surprise him, it did bother him. Perhaps he could convince him otherwise.

 

"Ah, a tough guy aren't you? Your head's hurting, at the very least you need some downtime. Come on, I know a guy, he'll fix your ship up properly and at a discount. What do you say?" Aquila pressed.

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Slicer laughed and looked away from the two ponies talking outside the ship to look at Metal Gear. "Metal Gear my friend...um...something." He laughed again. "Seriously...er...as serious as a conversation I start can get...I don't feel like saving some girl...anymore." He grinned and walked towards the two ponies. "Hello there...forgive the interruption." He said, grinning at the two ponies...which did a good job of showing off his filed teeth, and split tongue.

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Aquila had a feeling that would be his response. Though it didn't surprise him, it did bother him. Perhaps he could convince him otherwise.

 

"Ah, a tough guy aren't you? Your head's hurting, at the very least you need some downtime. Come on, I know a guy, he'll fix your ship up properly and at a discount. What do you say?" Aquila pressed.

"F-fire...just get the guy over here...and get a doctor..." He looked down at the bloody cloth which he had wrapped around his wound.

 

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Slicer laughed and looked away from the two ponies talking outside the ship to look at Metal Gear. "Metal Gear my friend...um...something." He laughed again. "Seriously...er...as serious as a conversation I start can get...I don't feel like saving some girl...anymore." He grinned and walked towards the two ponies. "Hello there...forgive the interruption." He said, grinning at the two ponies...which did a good job of showing off his filed teeth, and split tongue.

Deadeye looked over at Slicer, his scarred eye closed to avoid alerting passers-by. His open eye, however, conveyed a look of tired drunkenness. "Oh what now? Who the heck are you?" he asked the strange...cyborg. He looked over the stranger, unsure what to think.

Edited June 26, 2013 by Mellon Collie

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Metal Gear closed his eyes and shook his head without saying anything, and then tapped the box of his harness, folding away his weapon manually. He walked up behind Slicer, trying not to look imposing or draw too much attention to himself, he simply stood and waited beside him, a little further back than Slicer was stood.  

[Steel Accord 6,660]

Meanwhile, in a remote part of space . . .

 

"THERE!" The knife, held in a meaty paw, stabbed the mark on the holo-map being projected on to the table. "Coalition mining space rocks! Plenty of geeeeeems." The Diamond Dog drooled over his words.

 

*shiiiiii-ink*

 

"What that noise?!" Another demanded as his ears perked.

 

*shiiiiii-ink*

 

"Who doing that?"

 

Another demanded.

 

"Ahahahahaha." Came a low chuckle from above. The assembled Diamond Dogs looked up and saw a grey pegasus sitting on the bulkhead, running his hoof along a sword he held on his wing. The edge of it's blade glowed with magic. "Forgive me." He said cordially. "I was just thinking that, for all the effort you have put into robbing these ponies, you would already be swimming in gems if you worked for them legitimately." He then stood up and looked over his audience. "Then again, look who I'm speaking to."

 

"Get him!" The small group pulled out their magical energy rifles and pistols and open fired.

 

The pegasus dropped from his perch, feeling the searing heat from the spot he just was.

 

He lunged at the closest dog, cut his weapon in half, and flew under the table. Coming out at the other side, he tripped another and then leapt atop the table.

 

One managed to get a shot off at him. The pegasus brought his blade up and the blast was sent back to the shooter. The Swordpony checked his reflection in the polished surface of his blade.

 

He then swept up the hologram emitter they were using before and focused it's beam.

 

"Why don't you all take a closer lion at the map!" Spinning about, he blinded them all with the focused light.

 

Taking advantage of their state, the pegasus began to dispatch each until he reached the first one he disarmed. This one appeared to be the leader. He pulled out a magic edged cutlass.

 

"Really?" The pegasus said with a raised eyebrow. "I understand you're pirates but isn't that a bit cliche?"

 

"GET YOU!" The Diamond Dog lunged at him. Sparks flew and metal sang as the two dueled. The pirate was panting, but the pegasus was just grinning as if this was the time of his life.

 

The pirate leapt backwards and all six of his comrades had recovered their weapons and were training them on the pony.

 

"You can't fight forever, pony!" The leader growled. The pegasus almost absentmindedly brought up his hoof.

 

"I don't have to. I was just fixing to get a little practice in." He pressed a button on the holographic display.

 

Before the pirates could react, a pointed metal protrusion erupted from the wall behind the pony. It then opened and the pony flew inside. "Enjoy my parting gift!" He said with a wave. "I would love to remark upon the phrasing of that, but I don't think you'd get it in time. Ciao!" With that, the penetrating beak closed and the pirate vessel's safety measures clamped down on the hull breach.

 

"What he mean . . . parting gift?" One asked. Suddenly there was a beeping sound. The dogs looked around for the source of the offending noise until one looked under the table.

 

An explosive charge was primed and counting down.

 

"Paaaaarting gift . . . Oh! I ge-"

 

BOOOOOOM

 

The Coarse-air cruised easily away from the explosion behind it. The bomber at it's helm.

 

"Another day, another pirate crew stopped." He sighed happily. "Oh! A message." He said as his console lit up.

 

"Steel Accord?" Came the voice on the comm.

 

"Commander! Good to hear from you. I'm happy to report that your pirate threat has been neutralized." Steel said.

 

"I saw the footage from your mission cam. You know, you could have just anted the bomb and left."

 

"Oh where's the fun in that?" Steel dismissed. "Besides, I prefer to look my enemy in the eye. It's dishonorable to hit and run without so much as a regard to who's bested you."

 

"You're a good pony Steel." The commander complimented. "I wish I had more stallions like you."

 

"Tempting Commander, but as much as I love Equestria and gladly serve her, military life just isn't for me. Plus I like to have my options." Steel said.

 

"I can understand that. I'll contact you if I have another job."

 

"Looking forward to it. Coarse-air out." The radio connection then cut.

 

Steel set his destination for Federation space, looking forward to working with them as well. "Maybe I'll get to fight the Changelings even!" Steel fantasized as his ship made the jump to FTL.

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Deadeye looked over at Slicer, his scarred eye closed to avoid alerting passers-by. His open eye, however, conveyed a look of tired drunkenness. "Oh what now? Who the heck are you?" he asked the strange...cyborg. He looked over the stranger, unsure what to think.

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Slicer's smile was replaced with a rather hurt expression. "Y-You don't...know?" He wiped a tear from his normal eye and sighed before quickly smiling again and looking back at Deadeye. "Wind Slicer...the mercenary. This pony hiding behind me is Metal Gear." He said, holding out his mechanical hoof to shake Deadeye's.