There is a stallion that keeps a menagerie. Way out into the seas in Stirrup Bay, a lonely island with a single peak and a single residence, that being of an eccentric. It's walls are ancient and tall; a castle that presides over the island like a knight standing over it's downed enemy. It's foothold in the mountain here, presiding over the long dead harbour is the only sign of life upon the chalk cliffs. His company continues to this day to produce the largest brand for sugar and flour for Equestria, keeping bakeries open seemingly indefinitely. The Brandy name is synonymous with quality and excellent service throughout the land. Bakers tend to owe their companies to them. The biggest shareholder, the owner, Stout Brandy the Seventh stays in his hideaway upon the chalk rock with nothing but gulls and his only heir able to reach him. Within the menagerie itself, these two ponies meet. Strong Brandy strides through the cages, looking up and around at the creatures kept within. This is only a tiny section of the houses that kept these beasts which have spread all over the island. As he passes; the Ursa Major sleeping in a corner, a blindfolded cockatrice clucking around for anything left to eat, the tank encrusted with multicoloured encrustations. Amongst them, two eyes press against the glass from within the murky water. The old pony stands, bewitched by the eyes floating in the greeny brine. "Father, you ought to clean the seapony's tank out at some point." Strong remarks, his voice is regal but accusative like he's telling off a child. "Ah!" Stout knowingly retorts, "Not so, m'lad. She loves the water like that. I have it pumped in especially. Lots of food." "I see. I didn't know." Strong says, taking his eyes off the tank. "Father, I believe I have found the crown jewels you have been looking for." The old pony's eyes light up, meeting Strong's proud smile: "Oh! You don't mean...?!" "Yes Father. Plenty of them on the mainland. Such unusual and amazing ponies of-" "Wait..." Stout commands, holding a hoof up and wearing his deep concern. "What do you mean ponies? I want to build my zoo with animals. What would I do with these ponies?" "Father, I knew you'd say that but I have heard stories of very unique individuals that use their interesting, neigh, fascinating gifts for their own ill gain!" Strong was getting his hoof into the theatrics, raising it high. "While they are unique specimens of amazing talent, they appear to be in the procession of thieves and con artists. The law of the land hasn't been able to keep these miscreants at bay." "Then perhaps life as a sideshow would be what's best for them! At least they can give back to the society they've plundered for so long! Strong, bring me these specimens!" Stout growls, determination fuelling his words while Strong nods sharply. "At once, Father! Prepare some cages for when I return!" Strong states, turning away. His mouth slits into a wide, mad grin now that his Father is out of sight. Soon, anypony that could stand in the way, will be removed. Better a side show than cluttering prisons! Ha! What genius...
A small fox creature sat at the edge of Ponyville, reading a book written in runes forgotten by nearly every sentient creature in any dimension. He was curious looking creature, his fur completely colored with gray except for an interesting streak of almost toxic green color running the length of his body. He laid on his stomach trying to hide an even odder coloration of royal purple. As he mouthed the runes inside of the book his paws seem to light up in a faint color that matched his toxic green streak. Yet, despite all of these oddities, these were not the reasons why none of the Ponies dared to speak to him. It was the fact that we was a thief, a freak, and a monster. "Katra zil shukil!" He muttered, and delight swelled up in his eyes as a nearby Rat froze up before sinking into the earth. "Hehe! Another spell down!" He chattered happily, though no one was around. But two were always their to answer. "Ruggard! What did I tell you about using the Necronomicon? We don't want to attract more guards!" A feminine voice scolded him. In Ruggard's mind her voice was deep, and bellowed like a giant had spoken the words, yet always held the softness that defined her sex. "But Blizzard! We took care of them right quick!" Ruggard whined, his childishness showing. "And probably brought much attention to us. But oh well! We can't do much in here can we?" Another voice sounded his mind. This was one deep, clearly male, but you could practically hear the smirk in his words, his laid back way of life evident in his voice. "It's my turn for control Cal! I still have to much to do today!" Ruggard scowled, his voice ringing into the open area around him. "Indeed, Don't be selfish Calhad. We all get our turns." Blizzard mediated, attempting to avoid the inevitable fight, but before the fight could occur Ruggard's ear flicked up into the air and he hurriedly looked up to see several Chariots approaching Ponyville, all of them loaded with guards. "Oh dear..." "Let's fight! I could always use more experiments!" Ruggard said happily, his paws glowing a terrible aura that seeped death into the ground. "No! Let's run for it. Who know's what they've brought this time." Cal argued, and Blizzard agreed with Cal quickly. Ruggard looked down and sighed. "Fine..." He muttered before slipping into the Everfree Forest. His eyes glanced back towards the town, and he smiled his little insane smile. "I'll be back for my collection!" He chuckled before nimbly hopping into the forest.
The Everfree forest was cold, dark and quiet. Only the leaves of the trees rattled when the light feet met the wooden branches. Small red dots appeared and disappeared as quickly as they came, leaving the forest quiet again. A hollow shadow fleeted past creatures, wizzing past them in a blur and onwards, leaving a small and unremarkable wind. A tree suddenly got a mark of claw, but the mark was glowing hot, the wooden material burning away. //LIVE VIDEO-FEED ACTIVE// The two ponies walked cautiously through the woods, eye praying around and skeeting at every tree that surrounded them. "He 'as to be 'ere, cap'n!" Said one of them in a scabby, pirate voice. "Aye, me matey. Keep lookin' or i'll feed ya to tha sharks tahnight!" The other one said, a raised scabbard in his hands. //WEAPON FUNCTIONALITY: WORKING AT 10%// Suddenly, a wind passed by, followed by a scream from the captain. He had suddenly acquired three slashes across the side of his body. He fell down on the ground in pain, writhing. No blood appeared through the instant burn of the wound. His friend jumped back, right into the darkness of a slender silhouette. He bumped into him and recoiled back, meeting the glowing red eye, scanning him all over. He looked at the creature in fear, before turning and running in fear, screaming for help. The sleek creature vanished without a trace and the forest got quiet, apart from the pirates shouts for help. The shouting soon stopped with a slash, rejoining the forest in its calm presence. //THREAT DEFEATED: ENTER STANDBY MODE//
Titus slumbered in his metal prison, the force of the impact forcing him into protected stasis. Yet, even as he slept Guards had come over to investigate the crash that had dug a mile long furrow and made startled the world with it's sonic boom as it entered the atmosphere. The Guards crowded around the machine and one recruit gently poked it with his spear before being reprimended by his officer, but it was all it took for the Automated Systems to boot back up. >Automated Systems rebooting...Location: Unknown. Scans detect nearby lifeforms. >Race: No match, Symbol scanned...No match. Crude sun. >Detection of Warp! Weapons brought to bear...Assumed Hostile. Assumed Hostile. ASSUMED HOSTILE. By this time the Guards had brought their weapons to bear as the giant machine had begun to stir. "State...State your name!" One of them sputtered out. The Dreadnought seemed to turn towards him and in a flash, brought out it's hand, wrapping around the head of the Guard before squeezing, his head exploding he let go of the body with driplets of blood coming from his metallic hand. The rest of the Guards stared at the crumpled body in horror and fear before running or flying off.
Dark Shine woke up on his bed, yawning before looking out onto the Everfree forest. He thought about going on a flight to Dead Rose Grove, but decided against it. Instead he looked out, the other way. Towards Ponyville. From there he could see his 'cover' house as he liked to call it. The one he used to hide what he really does. He does not hide. He does not do bad stuff. No. He saves. From himself within.
It was the same dream. The same thrice-fetched dream that the young Princess had dreamt since arriving in "Other Equestria" three days ago. She hated the dream. Ambiance awoke with a start. Surveying her surroundings only served to drive the point home that her nightmare was only too real. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she sat up in the room that she had been given. The one that the ponies of this world called “Fluttershy” (who bore a striking resemblance to her friend Silent Night, from her world) had shown the Princess nothing but kindness during her time in Ponyville, even offering her bed. The pony’s kindness was so striking that even Ambiance’s Element of Compassion had initially reacted to her presence, which the Princess found odd since Silent Night was supposed to be the Element of Selflessness. Ambiance slowly made her way down the steps of Fluttershy’s cottage. ”Lady Fluttershy? Are you here? I wish to thank you once more for- Oh! Hello, Sir Angel.” She had nearly tripped over the bunny as she made her way to the living room. The bunny made a gesture that was pony was becoming quite familiar with: He pulled his lower eyelid down and stuck his tongue out. It was a gesture that she had seen him perform before in her presence, so she had taken it as some sort of greeting. She performed the same action to him. ”What odd customs you have, Sir Angel.” She chuckled. ”But…’When in Equestria…’” Can you tell me where Lady Fluttershy is?” The bunny hopped away for a few moments, and returned holding two tiny pieces of lettuce. Ambiance watched with some degree of fascination as Angel then placed the pieces of lettuce over his eyes and laid down on the floor. After a few moments, he hopped back up and made a rubbing motion over his one hind foot with his forefoot, then did the same motion with the other. For good measure, the bunny curled his ears and made a “yap yap” sound. Ambiance tilted her head to the side in confusion, as they didn’t have “Spas” on her world. ”So…she isn’t here, then.” to which Angel facepawed. ”Very well. So long, Sir Angel. I believe that I will travel to Archmage Twilight Sparkle’s residence.” As she left the cottage, she had to keep reminding herself that although Twilight Sparkle was the spitting image of Clover the Cunning, a deadly assassin on her world (and personal hoofmaiden of the Dread Witch Nightmare Moon herself!), she could trust her. She had to trust her.
In the end, it was always hunger that brought Eight Star out of hiding. Once again his shopping agent failed him, (and he was pretty sure it was time to appoint a different grocery mare.) So once again, he had to head into Ponyville. Alone. By himself. Without anypony else traveling with him. Didn't seem dangerous, at least not for him. After all, he was Eight Star, the sorcerer of the Ever-Free, and even after all the incidents that occurred, there was still a bit of a warm welcome awaiting him in town. At least... when he had bits with him. He trotted into market with his shroud tied about his shoulders, moving smoothly so as not to let the jingle of his bits be heard while he parused the vendors. He smelled the apples! He remembered what happened last time... Spoiler: Flashback! His stomach growled, and he narrowed his eyes as his horn glowed, levitating the pouch so he could talk. “Oh come now, Applejack, don’t tell me you’re still sore about the whole… trap you and your friends in alternate bodies, then later use parts of your essences to create duplicates which terrorized all of Equestria… thing.” “Yeah,” she said, “and lemme show you how much!” She stepped back from the cart and turned her back on him. “Oh come now, facing your r-“ Eight Star stopped mid-word as he saw the entire cart coming at him. He had to stop talking in order to snap his concentration into stopping the surface from flattening him. He crouched down to the ground fast and covered his head on instinct as his energy gave the cart enough push to soar through the air above him and land on the other side. He stood up and shook the apples off of him. “Have you gone mad, filly?!” The cart had thrown all the apples and other goods all over the square. The ponies surrounding them watched, frightened and intrigued as Applejack stamped on the ground. “Ya’ll go on get outta here, now. Ya ain’t welcome!” He was surprised by her reaction to say the least, and tried to reason with her. “Look, I just came for food. I’ll pay… triple your price!” “No way, no how!” Applejack leapt at him, and he cringed a bit, his horn glowing with a cyan color. She twisted at him again, and threw out one of her hind hooves at his face. He growled and shook his head... and went to check out the hay vendor instead. Feeding a sizable force was no small task, it seemed.
Sulphy burps, delicately catching the rolled scroll as the orange flame harmlessly flickers away. There'd been about four different things being forced upon them both today. It was nakedly apparent that the whole of Equestria was having a very bad day. Two a month was the average. Maybe something had gone missing in the first two weeks, then somepony has tried to attack somepony else the following week. But three in one day, Sulphy had learned, was meltdown, end-of-all-days type stuff. Tyro was a touch disappointed when he actually read what was so important that they'd been told to do something. Firstly, Twilight had written, as she always did, to her teacher and mentioned a new pony that had appeared from nowhere, dressed in armour that only air-tight boilers should be made of. Tyro's interest peaked at Twilight's account of her actions when Fluttershy found her. Something about a bright light and a huge weapon appearing. That was low priority. Then there was the animals within the Ever-Free forest that were running around with weird spells cast on them. Nothing huge usually. Just small things you can catch easy. Again, low priorty. But they were on a train, heading for the deserts past Appleoosa. Something had gone off like a Rainboom. That fine, that's actually sort of reasonable. The tremour caused by something massive impacting the ground however? Not so much. The dispact of guards sent haven't come back yet so the next course of action is to send Tyro. So, as Sulphy closes the scroll, going over the lastest information, Tyro's excitement was still clear on his face as he watches the trees go by. "Nothing yet, huh? All right, all right..." He says, nodding his head as though it helps with comprehension somehow. "Still, a UO? You gotta wonder where it came from!" Sulphy looks up from the scroll, face resting on his fist as he slumps in his seat, propped on the armrest by the elbow. "Mmm...Totally...It's not anypony you'd know trying to send you anything, is it?" "What? Nah! Sounds more like a metor as crashed or something. I bet we'll get out there and it'll be a rock in a hole. That's it." Tyro replies. "A rock in a hole doesn't make Celestia's finest vanish..." challenges Sulphy. "Fine! It's aliens!" Tyro says, melodramatically waving his paws. "They're here to conqure the planet and make us mine for gum drops!" As he backs up the paw waving with a theramin-like whine, Sulphy shuffles in his seat, watching green hillsides slowly turn into yellow dunes. "We're more likely to get three boring jobs than have one good one anyway...." Tyro reselutely states. The dragon never takes his eyes away from the glass: "Here's hoping..."
Anytime that Ambiance had travelled around Ponyville by herself, she always wondered at how peaceful the place was. As she wandered the streets of the marketplace, she couldn’t help but notice how at ease everypony was. Her world had a hamlet like this, it was even named “Ponyville”. It was just as peaceful as this town as it was of no strategic value to either her father’s kingdom, or their enemies. But the peace wasn’t as pure as it was here. The peace in her Ponyville was more…uneasy. With the threat of the Dread Witch Nightmare Moon looming in the back of everypony’s mind, it was hard to find true peace. This Ponyville didn’t have that problem. When Archmage Twilight Sparkle learned of the Dread Witch Nightmare Moon of Ambiance’s Equestria, the purple unicorn was quick to inform her that no such threat existed here, as their world’s Nightmare Moon was purified by the Elements of Harmony. Princess Luna, as she was called now, resided in the castle in Canterlot, Equestria’s seat of power, and had no designs on Equestria. Lost in her thoughts, she nearly ran into a dark-cloaked pony. She was able to snap out of her reverie just in time to avoid running headlong into him; instead she merely brushed against him. ”My humblest apologies, Good Sir,” she said, giving a slight bow. ”It seems that I was too caught up in my own thoughts to watch where I was going.” She glanced around the marketplace, just now realizing that she had gone in completely the opposite direction of her intended destination. ”My apologies for once again troubling you, Good Sir, but…could you kindly point me in the direction of Archmage Twilight Sparkle’s residence? I’ve only been there once, and I’m afraid that I am still unfamiliar with this town and its environs.”
He paused when he was brushed against and tilted his head, listening to her appology, and without turning his head towards her he gave a warm response. "Quite alright. With this kind of clear day, it happens often enough." He was about to continue towards the pear stand when she spoke to him again. Darn, directions. That meant he'd have to direct her. Though, something was tickling at the back of his brain, like the voices were telling him that she was different. He turned to look at her, and for a moment his golden eyes glowed as the sunlight hit them from around the edge of his hood. After giving her a glance over, he decided conversation was appropriate. "New in town, then? Hrmm, the way you're dressed suggests it's more than just that... but I won't pry." He steps to a position where he has a clear view down the road. Lifting a hoof to point down the dirt path he says; "Just down the road, and when you come to the hill, her home... which is a giant treehouse, and the city library... will be to your left. Quite difficult to miss, really." He hums a moment while thinking. "So, you have business with Twilight? I assume it's magical in nature by the title you've given her." After all, he never did see her quite at Arch-Mage level. Perhaps Adept was more her level. Well, that itch in the back of his mind to respond to her was fading at least, even as he stared at her for her response.
"New in town..." That's one way to put it... "Nor, shall I ask why you're dressed in a concealing cloak, Sir." She took note of his golden eyes. In her world, golden eyes were something to be feared, as it was the distinguishing mark of a lycanthrope, among other magical entities. After he pointed her in the right direction, she nodded. "My business is indeed magical in nature. And..." she stammered a bit, "I merely assumed that Archmage was the title given to all sorcerers in your world. She understood my...situation...enough that I assumed she was quite versed in the magical arts. I have some familiarity with magic, myself, but I am hardly a spellcaster." Part of a "game" of sorts that she played in her mind was to see if she "recognized" any ponies that she met in this world, and how they compared to the ponies of her world. It was comforting, yet heartbreaking at the same time. Something bugged her about this pony, though: She didn't recognize him.
He gave his classic grin. Friendly, but slightly creepy. "Perhaps you care for some quick education?" With a slight tilt of his head, his horn glowed a grey color and he drew lines with words in the dirt between the two of them. "Apprentice, Mage, Adept, High Mage, Master, Arch-Mage, and Grand Master." He mused the titles in a whimsical voice and drew a flat line in the dirt with one hoof after where he wrote High Mage. "Personally, I would put her here, after seeing her in action. However, I was not present for her performance against the Ursa Minor... then again, neither were you. His cloak seemed to take a disrespect of its own and the corner brushed forward, flattening the lines and words in the sand. He growled lightly and pulled his cloak back into place, hiding his mark with the eight pointed star symbol. He cleared his throat a moment later. "Impertanous thing now and then. Now... I'm really here for some food... but if you're looking for anypony to conversate with, then I would be interested in having somepony new to speak to."
Dark Shine looked at the amulet. It was growing the need for energy. Which meaned he had to do something to physically give up energy. Weather... Fine... Not scheduled for sunny weather but oh well. Sun is nice isn't it? He'd forgotten. He kinda prefered the rain. Oh well. Maybe he could find somewhere with rain. He leapt from his balcony towards Ponyville, before zipping into the clouds, obliterating them on impact. The impact being fed to the Amulet, rather than the amulet feeding off Dark Shine as he liked to call it. Feeding sounds much nicer than allow it to wreath my energy from me forcefully. That was always his way of looking at it. He continued to fly through the clouds, letting the energy go into the Amulet.
Ambiance nodded as the gentlecolt educated her in the mystical hierachy. She would put this knowledge for use later; perhaps she would ask Twilight what her title actually is. At the mention of the Ursa, Ambiance started. "She...slew and Ursa Minor?!" Twilight Sparkle hadn't told her that. Slaying any kind of Ursa was considered a great feat in her world. But, then again, Twilight also kept a dragon as a pet, as gentle as he seemed...now... Her power was truly beyond anything she had seen before. This one that she spoke to now seemed to know a thing or two about magic. Perhaps he was also a powerful mage, and knew of a way to send her to her home. It was always important to keep one's options open. "My appointment is not urgent. Merely a social call. I accept your offer of conversation, Good Sir." She bowed, slightly deeper this time. "My name is Lady Ambiance of Eque-... Ambiance, if you will."
Ruggard looked at the Necronomicon in boredom. He had learned so much since his arrival to this...Equestria. The Ponies of this world were nothing like his dimension. They were the Spiritual leaders of the universe and were the first to dub all magic, Dark Magic, whether natural or powered from Daemons. But these ponies freely used magic! He found it funny, but they weren't very nice. They tried to arrest him...Well, they didn't prove to be very strong. He sighed, his intellect remaining unchallenged and his magic being used on small, unintelligent animals. He needed a challenge. He wanted fun. "Ruggard...I know where this path has taken you before." Blizzard whispered in his mind. "But I liked it. It was fun." He replied back simply, as he got up and began to wander the forest. "What you did was wrong. Forbidden." Ruggard narrowed his brows as he sought out anything to keep his mind occupied. "I'm going to have fun." He stated, before he stumbled on a collection of blue flowers. The flowers were such a radical difference from the regular green landscape so the change was quite abrupt. "This looks really fun!" Ruggard giggled, sweeping his paws over a few nearby flowers. "Oooh! Such magical properties! In such a little flower!" He gaggled over them, making sure not to touch as he came up with ways to change them. He always favored manipulating the mind or genes of a living object. Manipulating aura's such as what these ponies did bored him. And these he could work with...His paws glowed a sickly green, as did almost the entire field of flowers. Slowly, they began to move towards the center vanishing into the ground as they reached their goal. "Ruggard! Don't do this! I will force you back!" Blizzard threatened. But to no avail as Ruggard continued to chant in his Daemon language he was so fond of. "Ered'nash havik yrthog!!" A sudden explosion ripped apart the field and thus emerged a creature unknown to Equestria. The newly birthed creature stood on two legs stretching to the height of ten feet, with long tentacles as arms. It had no discernible facial features making it a horror to look at, but the truly terrifying part was that its entire body was composed of Poison Joke. "ACHOR!! ACHOR!!" Ruggard hissed. The creature looked towards its creators before moving away, spreading the flower as it moved on towards Ponyville. "What have you done?!" Blizzard yelled as Ruggard fell to the ground, his energy sucked away from such a momentous spell. "I had fun," Ruggard chuckled before passing out. Blizzard seized the chance and quickly took over the exhausted body as Ruggard slumbered. Blizzard stumbled to her feet, and limped after the monstrous creature that her careless brother had summoned. It moved quite fast for a creature so vast, and it didn’t help Blizzard had to avoid all of the flowers that it summoned. “Damn you Ruggard…This thing is going to make our lives hell…”
Finally recognizing her regal mannerisms he bowed his head low, but kept his eyes to her. "M'lady Ambiance. A pleasure to meet someone regal and sincerely honorable." He lifts his head and huffs gently as he raises a hoof. "Defeated without slaying. Or so the tale goes. I've yet to get it from Applejack, the element of honesty, but she doesn't like me very much. Rather, there are very few ponies here who do." He snickered and tipped his head back, shifting the hood from his mane. He shook his head around a little to let his hair down and sighed gently. "My name is Eight Star. If the eyes and mane don't give me away, just look for the unicorn with the odd horn." He bowed again. This time much shorter, before he opened his mouth again to speak, but stopped. He turned slowly towards the horizon and lifted a hoof to shade his eyes. "What... is that large blue thing?"
The creature approached the boundaries of Ponyville swiftly, belaying it's large size. The creature swiftly moved towards the boundaries of the large town and quickly met his first resistance. A few Guards stationed at Ponyville for the sake of protection quickly moved in to intercept the beast. This was when it truly grew animated as it leaned back as if to roar, but instead his tentacles seemed to shoot forward as quick as a snake, wrapping up both Guards. The Fel-Energy imbued within the already magical plants gave the once, barely harmful, affects of the Poison Joke real danger. The Guards screamed in horror as they watched their bodies change rapidly, bones shifting and enlarging turning them into grotesque things. The monster then threw the mutated ponies into a nearby building, ignoring the now dead Guards and moved into the town attempting to catch the now fleeing townspony. Blizzard finally arrived at the scene and gasped in horror as she watched the destruction the thing had already caused. It had already caught another townspony and was currently forming it into another grotesque form of a pony. "A unicorn! Please!" She yelled over the din. "You need to destroy Daemon that's holding it together!" She knew most of them had no idea what a Daemon was, but she could hope for the best as the energy Ruggard had used made her to weak to be able to do much else.
Ambiance whirled around at Eight Star's mention of the "large blue thing", thinking that it was perhaps a dragon. To her horror, she saw that it was something completely different. "A unicorn! Please!" Somepony yelled over the din. "You need to destroy Daemon that's holding it together!" A Daemon?! Her eyes narrowed at the beast. But not one of the Black Demons... Nonetheless, when she clenched her teeth, the Keyblade appeared in her mouth. "Sir Eight Star! We must stop this Fel Beast before it destroys all of Ponyville!" Without waiting for a response, she dashed off toward the creature, Keyblade poised to strike at one of its appendages.
"You'd best be careful, Ambiance," he called after her, "Merely touching it could prove disasterous!" He sighed and took a moment to think, taking a few steps towards it as he saw ponies begin to scatter. "Well, something tells me I won't need to inform Twilight that she has an issue in town... but this time it's not my doing," he mused to himself. Finally, he came to a decision and stomped his hoof into the dirt. "Oh well, what they hay? He pushed his hooves forward and over-turned some of the dirt as his horn began to burn with a dark purple and black flame. His eyes became darkened to the same color as he concentrated on his very favorite kind of magic... necromancy... The guards which died twitched from their mutated states, and from their corpses, their bones erupted. Covered in their sticky red ichor, the bones gathered together into a skeletal abomination. It appeared as a blood-covered skeleton with extra bones covering and supporting its magically animated structure. The eyes lit up with a dark purple glow as its necromancer whispered the commands. With a screech, the skeletal horror charged at the poisonous daemon. That wasn't it, though... for the fallen body of the other townspony got pulled underground by one of their buried dead... and seconds later another one of the abominations tears from the ground, spreading bone-molded wings with an un-equestrian roar. To think... they don't enjoy my methods. "The dead arise to take their revenge, Ambiance. Use them as your assistance!"
The Dreadnought stared at the fleeing enemies they used the warp to their advantage so they must be eliminated. >System diagnostics.... Energy low.... 20 days if no weapons used... Checking weapons for damage It bent down slowly looking at the crumpled body of the enemy it lowered the flame thrower and clicked the ignition for the weapon and a burning flame came and it went to flames. The mini gun lowered to aimed at the body it turned slowly but went faster and faster suddenly bullets flew out making holes the size of golf balls both weapons stopped and the body was almost a burning pile of ash. >Weapons diagnostics.... Full and functional.... Weapons ammo... 10 minutes of ammo and 6 minutes of fuel...Scanning for enemies..... Enemies found going for exact coordinates.... Large population found at coordinates Hertic base found... Leave no survivors. The Dreadnought started to move slowly heading towards Heritic Town to extermanite all enemies for the Goddess Empress
