"And then zombies rose out of the ground, following Twilight's weird mare with the key shaped weapon." Sulphy looks up from the scroll to see Tyro's face frozen in amazement. It was like seeing a child light up with a present of a jet-powered mountain lion. With tassels, of course. The fox leaps off his seat. Sulphy stops him: "Where are you going?" "We're going in the wrong direction! We need to turn around! I need to get off the train!" Tyro said, his eyes showing that he's already trying to figure that out. "The meteor? The guards in the desert?" Sulphy insists. "Handle it, will you? See you later!" Before Sulphy could stop him, he'd already rushed down the carriage. You could hear his voice further down as he bounds down the train: "I need a fast flyer! Can anypony fly me back to Ponyville? I can pay when we land but I really, really need a lift!" A pony steps out, wearing goggles. His mane was slicked back and a slightly darker shade of azure. "I'll do it." The pegasus leaps out from the train as it storms past. With a small fox wrapped around his neck like some sort of scarf, they barrel roll away from the train in the dust and smoke kicked up while Tyro clings tightly. The pegasus coughs, loosing height. "Tight! Too tight!" The pegasus rasps. The grip is loosen and the wings start to flap again. As quickly as they possibly could, they begin to climb towards the faster air currents.
Titus was still in deep sleep but the Dreadnought was still heading towards the Heretic town by following the railroad. It had bent one part of the railroad so if the Heretics would be delayed if they call for reinforcements. >Warning…. Train coming… Close…. Heretic Town’s distance….. 5 miles The Dreadnought started to walk towards the railroad and stepped on the tracks making another dent into the railroad for the train to crash. It walked a small distance away from the tracks and aimed its Flamethower and Mini Gun at where the train would derail and crash into the desert. >Estimated time of weapon use..... 15 seconds of the Flamethower and 25 seconds of Mini Gun.
The breaks slam on hard. A constant, irritating and skin peeling squeal that rattles ear drums while the mechanism clings on for dear life. The heavy engine comes to a heavy stop, sparks dying away just before the broken track. The driver drops to the sand by the track, sooty from head to hoof. He trots over to the broken rails, giving them a good long look but appeared to have no idea what caused them. His bemused face carries on as he bends low to look. Standing up again, he looks around. To the left: nothing. To the right: giant machine pointing a variety of gun barrels and a small flame at him. It was the size of a house, it seemed but was pretty scratched, scuffed and beat up. The driver lets out a quiet whimper before hiding behind the train, heart in his mouth. What in Equestria was that thing?! "Was that the train's stopping?" Tyro asked the pegasus, who shrugged. "Can we turn around quick? That shouldn't happen."
The Dreadnought looked as the train screcched to a stop and looked as a pony exited the train. >Scanning Driver..... Recongation of Crude Sun on Train and Hat... Heretics must be destroyed. The Dreadnought aimed at the front of the train and fired its Mini Gun making the engine exploded and the flames spewed out of the Flamethower making the caboses catch on flames killing any reinforcements inside. >Scanning Train for life forms.... New life form reconized.... Assume Hostile. The Dreadnought ran into the train crashing into one of the cabooses find a small reptilian looking animal and it aimed the Flamethower straight at the reptilian.
Sulphy pants heavily as he looks down the flame-thrower barrel. Nothing could be more terrifying than the hulking behemoth with nothing but dead cameras and a metal hull. Handle it, he says! Be back soon, he says! The mecha was peering in at the dragon having bashed its way into the carriage, ripping open a hole in the side. The tracks were on a slight incline so the machine was actually able to comfortably point massive weapons at passengers. Something lands on what is left of the roof, attacking the attention of Sulphy and any ponies hiding under seats. "Wow...Your a big boy, huh? Mind telling me why train robbery is such an important part of your day?" It was Tyro. There was a brief moment of relief for Sulphy. Now the robot would have something else to shoot at.
The Dreadnougt was about to fire upon the small reptilian creature until a new creature had landed in front of him the Dreadnought turned as quick as possible to see the new creature. >Scanning now...... Species... Unknown.... Symbol.... None... Assume Hostile. The dreadnought now pointed its Mini Gun at the new creature but inside the Dreadnought it was starting to get at temperature to wake up Titus. "Ugh... Wait what is happening," he said but the voice modulator made his voice deep and metallic. Titus shook away his grogginess when he was burning up he turned on his visor to find himself in a burning building Titus moved out to see he was in the middle of the dessert and a burning train. He saw two creatures looking at him.
As the machine whines with the effort of aiming the huge, multi-barrelled mini-gun arm at him, Tyro rolls his eyes. This wasn't going to be easy as it really should be. Clearly this was what had fell to the ground earlier. Considering how antisocial it was being, what with pointing a high caliber weapon at the fox's face. He wasn't all smiles and hugs but something like that was uncalled for. The machine had just peppered 2nd Class with bullets after all. So, Tyro takes a seat, eyes raised to complete the disappointed face he gave the metal monster. Then, it made some odd noises. A booming, low, electronic growl. There were minators that sounded more effeminate than this thing. Apparently, it had found it's voice. But what it decided to say threw him off: "Ugh... Wait what is happening?" Tyro tips his head to the side, confused, as it backs away with heavy footfalls. "You've just ripped apart the 9:45 from Appleoosa. I dunno if anypony's hurt but you've got to have a pretty good reason by you thought a passenger train was a threat."
Titus looked at the creature but it spoke to him and he understood but the blazing flames made him only hear parts of the sentence he was so used to speaking with intercom Titus started to search through the data base for any creatures similar to it he found out that his energy was very low Titus switched off anything non-important including his voice modulator. He looked at the destroyed train and he checked how long his auto-poilt was on and it was clear to him that these things are non-imperium but also they are not any other races they were at war with. Titus didn't know how to speak to him but the best he could do is through arm movement Titus pointed at his symbol and then pointed at Tyro with him trying to ask what is his allegiance too.
Tyro watches the machine. It was like trying to communicate with a chimpanzee. The machine removed the mini-gun from it's current position, which was pointed at him and instead moved it towards a symbol on the front of the hull, pointing at it. It was a skull and cross...well, either bones or two crossed spanners. He wasn't quite sure. This was framed by two outstretched wings and a banner underneath. He couldn't see any mottoes or anything on it. All right...He wants me to recognise the symbol. This would be a brilliant time to recognise that symbol but I really don't have any clue. Nowhere around here has anything like that here... The minigun was then moved, sliding backwards, inside the arm out of sight. Then two more pieces of metal move slowly over the gap. It looked like a claw, actually...And it was pointing at him. So...He wants to know who I am? I think....All right...Huh... "I'm Tyro. I work for the Royalty of Equestria as a sort of...errm...Agent?" He would have to clarify what exactly he was later. "Anyway, how about you explain why you think that a train is just so good for target practice, hmm?
Titus listened to the creature but the fire had died down so he could hear it clearly now Titus tried to think a way to mimick the auto pilot. After a few seconds of thinking and staring at the creature and he looked at his energy level and he had only 15 days left of energy with use of no weapons. Titus decided to use his voice modulator he flipped the switch and static filled the air. "I am sorry for the train but my auto- defense system had activated and started to think everything was evil," Titus's voice boomed, "But how am I supposed to know that you not another race trying to kill our Goddes Empress?". The energy level started to go down quickly and Titus turned the voice modulator off again.
Huh...The voice was back. So....Goddess Empress...What in Celestia's name was a Goddess doing with an Empire, exactly? Don't they tend to prefer a hands-off approach to government? Even so, I've got to give the guy with the massive gun something he'll accept....Umm.... Tyro answers the booming voice after a few seconds of thought: "Considering that I haven't a clue who or what your talking about, you can gather that I'm not going to kill you or rage war against you or anypony you represent. And neither are any of the Goddess Empress' I work for either. Now, how would you like to make up for the little mess your auto-pilot has gotten you in, hmm? I think I'll need somepony with your unique size and strengths for something, if you don't mind."
The Demon turned away from the fleeing civilians and faced his attackers. He quickly lashed out a tentacle at the living pony, while he ripped a large piece of a nearby house with his other, chucking it at the charging skeletons. Blizzard looked on with horror as Forbidden Magic met another. "Necromancy!? Here? What other kinds of magic do they have here?" Blizzard whispered to herself. But she couldn't concern herself with such things right now, they first had to destroy the beast. Drawing from her limited amount of energy, she molded the water in the air into ice, forming it around both of his shoulders, making his tentacles more stiff and harder to move. It was all she could do and was slightly ashamed as she watched the others fight what should have been her fight.
Titus listened to the creature called Tyro and heard his demands and the Dreadnought tried to tilt its head but failed with the whole Dreadnought tilting 'unique size and strengths? They do not have any kind of machines to defend themselves against the enemies of the galaxy?'. Titus nodded for his demands so he would not fell the punishment of their leader Titus got closer to Tyro and raised his hand.
So...So, he expected a hand shake? Really? Heh...Very funny. "I think you'll crush me if I shook that, mate." Instead, Tyro dashes forwards, leaping onto the outstretched arm. He manages to land on his belly, slumped over it. He picks himself up, keeping his balance as best as he can. He calls behind him: "Sulphy?" The dragon edges towards the hole in the side of the carriage, still cautious of the massive machine. "What?!" "Can you handle this, please? I gotta go make sure Ponyville's still there." Tyro asks. The dragon sighs, mumbling as he backs into the carriage. The fox on the machine's arm looks up to the black slit where the eyes are probably sitting. "We need to move towards Ponyville. If we follow the tracks, we'll get there eventually." He said, tentatively sitting down on the slightly dusty metal. A paw slips under him, making have to catch himself mid-flop. "How fast can you go? We need to get there pretty sharpish..." He has a sudden thought: "Oh! You got a name, mate?"
Titus suddenly stood at attention while his unoccupied arm pounded on his chest. "I am Titus." His speakers boomed. "Dreadnaught of the Blood Hammer Legion. Servant of our God Empress, she who sits in eternal vigilance on the Golden Throne which occupies Holy Terra. I have served her Goddess for over three thousand years and will continue to until my body rots away, and even then, I shall attempt to serve she who is eternal. For I have pledged my body and soul to my Queen." His speakers cut off with a hiss of static and his arm fell to his side again. Inside of the cockpit Titus smiled despite the speakers draining away a bit to much energy for his taste. He had displayed the discipline of Her armies and Her holiness. He was sure She would be proud. These Xenos would learn to fear and love Her, and fourtantly they were much more receptive to him then most races.
The Amulet made a small hiss, before cooling to a cold as ice feeling. He knew iwhat it meant. He had done enough for it and it was satisfied. He flew back into the Everfree before circling back and making his way back to his house in Ponyville after decided he was just there, might as well stay. He went up a floor and plonked himself on his bed.
Ambiance was appalled that Eight Star had summoned the dead to assist her. Such magic is the work of the Dread Witch Nightmare Moon! I cannot suffer these abominations! She growled under her breath as she glared at the undead ponies. And to think that Eight Star told me to USE them! She quickly dodged out of the way of the Poison Joke Monster's tentacle, but wasn't quite quick enough to strike back before the tentacle withdrew. Still annoyed at the prospect of having to side with the skeletons, she nonetheless silently thanked Eight Star for summoning them as a distraction as she witnessed a chuck of bulding careen toward the twice unfortunate former guards. "Monster! Demon!" she shouted at the monster. "I, Princess Ambiance, sworn Defender of Equestria and Keeper of the Element of Compassion, shall suffer your existence no longer!" Rearing up on her hind legs, she prepared to put all of her might into throwing her weapon at the monstrocity before her. "Know ye, fiend, the might of Equestria!" She threw herself forward and whipped the Keyblade at her enemy. It spun, end over end, as it headed true toward its target.
A gun barrel pokes Dark Shine in the cheek. There were five of them, dressed in black fedoras pulled low over their faces. Two of them carried a sort of saddle-mounted version of a tommy gun on his back. A complicated, half-finished box of clockwork and gun barrel on one side was fed ammo from a container on the other side. A mouth-operated switch in front of their faces seemed to activate the complicated contraption. The other two were just standing around, looking menacing. The one that steps forwards had what seemed to be a knife in a pocket on his leg. "Now! Everypony outside is running to go an watch the commotion outside. That gives us a chance to talk." He grabs the knife handle in his teeth and flicks it forwards. The blade flies, lodging with a thud in the wall above Dark Shine's head. "Start talkin'! Who told you about the delivery?"
Dark Shine felt something cold and dangerous poke into the side of his face. A gun. He looked at them. They were armed. And knew how to use the weapons. "Please. Just calm down. I dont know what your talking about, but just calm down!" He looked at those who had entered and are now threatening him. Ok. The one who threw the knife clearly knows how to use it. But they seem to be able to fight and would probably trump anything I do. Lets see if we cant avoid having to fight...
He scoffs, moving over to Dark Shine in the bed. "Uh huh...Sure..." A hoof snaps forwards for Dark Shine's throat, pinning him to the bed. "Come on! You gonna tell us what you know or you gonna tell us how you were looking the other way some more?" The hoof presses down, beginning to choak.
