Roma Nova in Equestria: -Chapter 1-

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Nolo POV

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>You sit among these dethroners, waiting for them to begin

>For though your enemy was powerful, she had never faced the might of men

>Equestria will soon be ours, for we hold the true power!" you boldly claim

>All the rest seem to agree

>Except for Forge, who doesn't trust you fully

>This doesn't bother you in the slightest

>His silly morals give him no rest

>You listened in on the speech, but as excited as you might be,

>This meeting stretched on, without any end

>You had stuff to do, places you had to attend!

>These men were all great, in their own special way

>But only Xillian held your sway

>You observed as he reclined, completely at ease

>Leaning back and contemplating, completely at ease

>You suddenly turn at the sound of your name

>Codz gave you orders, you said you were game

>You were to hang back here, with Xillian and Sherm

>Such an easy job, you might as well get a Perm

>But no, you thought to yourself as you watched Forge get up,

>He leaves eagerly, wanting a respite

>As if that would help, Ha! yeah right

>You still had to go after the most corrupt

>To that end, an alliance was necessary, with the most devious of all

>And Xillian the Magistrate was at the top of the roll call

>You pull him aside as everyone leaves

>Going about their bushiness, doing their deeds

>He seems somewhat wary at first, if not ill at ease,

>But then you ask him something that makes him seemed pleased

>"My Dear Magistrate, wait one moment"

>"I have a request that I need to vent"

>"You see, I have noticed how your goals, you achieve"

>"Always plotting, without a reprieve"

>"I know your skills are greater than the others might think."

>"Which is why I know you and I share a common Link"

>He watches with interest, seeing where this is going

>He knew of your skill, and that it wasn't just hot air you were blowing

>So he let you continue, with a small smile, all knowing

>"You know how to play the game, that much is obvious"

>"But what is your end goal, why so devious?"

>His smile grew wider , sinister and frightening

>"Why Scurra, the answer's simple, I enjoy their fighting."

>"I'm a politician, my choice is not hiding,"

>"merely watching, waiting, biding"

>"For you see, this fighting will someday stop,"

>"And when it does, I'll make sure I am on top"

>"But it is with some regret,"

>"That I must inform you that my true endgame is a secret"

>You stare at him, aware of the simalarity

>"I've had an Epihany, of startling clarity!"

>"I know that I would not like to pit myself against you,"

>"How about an alliance between us two?"

>The magistrate only smiles, and when he answers it takes him a short while

>"I....would love to form an allegiance with you,"

>"If only to surprise the others, out of the blue..."

>"Then it is settled!"

>"Together, no one can best our mettle!"

>You both part ways towards your respective destinations,

>Ready to begin your dark machinations....

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Wüten PoV

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>You always hated diplomacy.

>But, as long as you’re provided with food, drink, and combat to make sure your thirst for action is sated, you don’t care

>Let the others worry about the papers and words; in the end you don’t give a fuck whether or not it worked as long as you were one of the first into the fight

>Bessie always enjoys her fun, too; you can tell by the way she vibrates when she cuts

>Faster vibrations meant she wanted the fight to be over with quickly, because she didn’t like the opponent

>Slower vibrations, however, always let you know by the way there is a split-second longer in the cut that she loves every second of slicing through the opponent’s flesh

>”Evening, Wüten,” you hear a voice come from behind you

>You hate when you get interrupted while sharpening your blade

>You stand, nonetheless, and heft Bessie up onto your shoulder, turning around

>It’s Guapo and Codzurus

“Codzurus! Have you come to see Bessie and I train?”

>You pick Bessie up and swing her in a downward cleave to the side, before trailing her up through the air

>You love the sound of Bessie’s blades vibrating through the air; it’s almost like a howl of battle for you

>”Not exactly. Guapo and I had come to find gear for our mission."

>Of course; they never come to watch you

>”I thought you said we were to make friends with them?” Guapo speaks up

>Gah, you wonder if you’ll ever be free from interruptions

>Fortunately, it wasn’t an opponent behind you just then; otherwise, you would have been in trouble

>They would have had the perfect opportunity to pierce a vital organ or something

>Nevertheless, despite your mind wandering, you look as if you’re paying attention

>You learned this trick back in training, when you would be in meetings and your mind would wander to the field of battle

>You suddenly lose track of what the two of them are talking about

>”We are, of course. But this is for just… self defense, if you will,” Codzurus says, turning back to you. “Have you seen Pikus?”

>This snaps you back to reality

“Actually, he was just here. He left saying something about the control room.”

>You stroke your chin, trying to make it look like you were paying attention

>”Thanks, Wüten. Now, to find some gear,” Codzurus says, walking over to the weapon crates

>Looks like the two of them are done with you for now

>Finally, time to try out Bessie’s new, sharper blades

>You grin, bringing her up and cleaving a target in a diagonal strike, slicing it in two at a much faster pace than you were earlier

“Perfect.”

>You pat the hilt of the battleaxe approvingly, before lunging for another target…

>Eventually, you run out of targets to slice through

>You even set up a few already-cut targets again, to just cut through them a second time

“What do you think, Bessie? Will they bleed the same color as we do?”

>The vibrations from the blade almost seem to talk to you

>They sound like she’s saying “Mhm… Mhm… Mhm…”

>You grin, and nod

“My thoughts exactly.”

 

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Codz PoV

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>You and Guapo went down to the lower level of the ship to find the armory.

>You had arrived when you see Wüten in there already, grinding his axe so it can split hairs.

"Evening, Wüten."

>He picks up his hefty axe and places it over his shoulder.

>"Codzurus! Have you come to see Bessie and I in training?" he swings wildly.

>What a man.

"Not exactly. Guapo and I had come to find gear for our mission."

>"I thought you said we were to make friends with them?" Guapo spoke up.

 

"We are of course. But this is for just...self defense if you will."

>You look back to Wüten.

"Have you seen Pikus?" you ask.

>"Actually, he was just here. He left saying something about the control room." Wüten strokes his chin.

"Thanks Wüten. Now to find some gear."

 

>You rummage through the crates of weaponry.

>You find a slender long sword. Perfect for your build.

>You wouldn't need armor though. No need for standing out.

>But you'd have to see about some inventions from Caseus later.

>A sword is fine, but compared to the things hes made? Priceless.

>Guapo grabs his weapon of choice and you both leave the armory with the sounds of Wüten tearing shit up.

 

"Let's go Guapo. We've only got the night, then our plan shall be executed."

 

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Caseus PoV (Cheese Officer)

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>Caseus left the conference room, deep in thought.

>Not for any specific reason, but because he always was.

>He entered his laboratory, a large, messy room with grey walls lined with all sorts of equipment. Syringes filled with colorful liquids, wires, blood-stained saws, scalpels, flasks with organs floating in them and

other things that might make other people sick.

 

>Not Caseus, though. For Caseus, they were his closest friends. Only in their company could he truly relax.

>In the middle of the room stood a large metal table and on top of that table, a dead pony. Ah, yes, he remembered Bob saying his agents found a dead unicorn.

>Caseus picked up a paper from the floor. It was mostly empty, just some calculations. As far as he could tell, they were not too important, so he started scribbling in rather illegible handwriting.

 

"Specimen C-1", he mumbled to himself, "Unicorn, blue coat, yellow mane. Teeth marks all over its body.

>Probably some variation of wolves. Large wolves. Really fucking HUGE wolves, man, can you believe it?"

>He stopped and pulled a pocket flask out of his lab coat. Already half-way empty. Hopefully, someone in this world knows how to make whiskey.

>Caseus giggled to himself. He unexpectedly arrived in this hostile world and everyone was really serious about conquest and stuff and all he could think about was whiskey.

 

>After taking a large sip, he felt much better and ready to continue writing.

"Dead for about...", he checked the wounds and the blood on its coat, "two days, approximately. Next course of action..."

>Taking a hammer, a syringe and some wires from the wall, he started giggling madly and continued.

"Let's see if it reacts to outward stimuli."

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Bob PoV

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>You are Spymaster Blackimus Magus Bobimus of the Roma Nova Empire.

>Bob for short.

>With great cunning and general sneakiness, you have risen in power to your current position.

>Knowledge is power, and you shall forever continue to arm yourself, and your Empire.

>No cost can ever be too great. The Empire must last forever, and your legacy with it.

>Your network of spies constantly feeds you information, and your ability to gather such informants has never failed.

>Even here, in the land of Equestria, the disgruntled, dis-empowered members of both the elite ruling class and the peasantry thirst for power.

>The Diarchs of this land may believe that their people are satisfied, but you know the truth.

>You just can't please everybody.

>As you enter your office on the Luxuria, a wobbling, shaking, arcane box catches your eye.

“Ah shit. I told those damn ponies not to overload the box.”

>You sprint to the box, pressing your fingers to latch and pointing the lid away from yourself.

>At once, the box springs open, dozens of tomes flying into your office.

>The flow of tomes slows, and eventually stops.

“This...will take some time. I hope that idiot Blueblood at least remembered to annotate the important bits.”

>As you inspect the books across the floor, bright tabs seem to stick out from most of them.

>With a sigh, you pick up the first one and begin to flip through it.

“Physiology. Time to make piles. I guess I'll throw the books for Caseus in this corner...”

>With a careless toss, you send the book away from the others.

“Herbology. Aether's pile will go over there.”

>Another toss.

>Skimming through a third you pause as realization dawns upon you.

“This...is a goddamn cookbook!”

>This one gets tossed over your shoulder as you dig through more and more.

>More piles are formed, information for your “brothers”.

>Finally, only one book remains.

“Another fucking cookbook.”

>You close it in disgust, and stare at the cover with simmering fury.

>Thirty damn cookbooks in all.

>All written by some moron named Starswirl the Bearded.

>Wait. Where had you heard that name before?

>Quickly, you dig through one of the piles you made, before pulling up a text claiming to be a history of great magicians in this world.

>Sure enough, this Starswirl had whole chapters to his name.

>You dig through all of the texts, noticing that each one was hand-written, and all bore the name of the same author.

>A quick call over the intercom to your grunts on the ship, and the other piles are sent to your prime subordinates for perusal while you gather you new project together.

“Clever little pony. I have your number now, though.”

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Forge PoV

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>You were flying through the air at incredible speeds, all which ended when you landed on your ship.

>Fuck, forgot your com box back up there.

>Oh well, get that later.

>You turn the intercom on.

"All troops to the main deck. We have a job to do."

 

>Suddenly you hear the footsteps of machinations rush up from the bellows of your ship.

>All of them arrive on the upper deck in perfect formation.

>Nothing but perfection for your troops.

 

"I see before me a hundred, a hundred who wish to fight for the betterment of two nations. But the time for fighting has not come yet. Instead our orders are to gather intelligence, to that end we go to the capital, Canterlot. Our targets are the Royal Sisters, you should all know who they are by now. We will be gathering as much information about them as we can, look for anything that can be used against them. Any weakness, corruption in the guard, disent among the populace, political failures, anything. More detailed orders will be distributed once we are in Canterlot, remember, this is not a combat mission, you are to use none-violent methods only, we can't risk casualties until we are certain of the need for our intervention here."

 

"Are you're orders understood?" you finish.

>The loud bang of stone against metal plate rings up, signifying a salute from your soldiers

>They understand.

 

"Good, we move out."

 

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Thunder/Lightning PoV

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>Those CURSED pegasi.

>Thinking they can control the weather with their factory?

>This would not do.

>You would destroy this accursed factory.

>Return the natural order of things you know?

 

>You were to aid this 'Roma Nova' legion. This was temporary.

>You were only seeing to it that weather remained natural and untouched.

>Then you could take your leave.

>You walk out of the conference room.

 

"Ready to go Lightning?"

>"Let us return." he responds.

>And with that you two soar back into the clouds above you.

>Clouds that were not to be altered in any way.

>Pegasi were no exceptions to that matter.

 

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Codz PoV

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>You had just finished speaking to Pikus.

>He told you that you would start your mission at the small town of Ponyville.

>What a name.

>But he did say that we picked up quite the energy signatures.

 

>With this, you head to the east wing to meet up with Caseus.

>Walking in, you smell something...peculiar.

>"Ah Codzurus. You came just in time, I finished experimenting with the corpse of the unicorn brought to me." he cackles.

>So that's what that smell is.

"Anything specific to report?"

 

>"Nothing much, except the horns. Of course being unicorns, the horn would serve a special purpose. It is a 'magic conductor' of sorts. Very thick. Very durable." he reads off his list.

"Interesting. So without the horn then..."

>"Indeed! The magic source around them cannot be input through a conductor into spells!" he cheers.

>"We'll have to remember this for later." Guapo speaks up.

"Indeed. For now, Caseus, I've come to see about some inventions of yours. "

>"But of course! The usual?" he laughs as he goes into his workshop.

>One day you'd see the shit he's got in there.

>One day.

>He comes back out a small cube with a singular button.

>"Here you are Codzurus. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it." he walks back into his workshop.

"Thanks again Caseus."

 

>You and Guapo walk back towards your respective cabins.

>"So Codzurus." he starts. "Why me?"

"Why not? I figured piloting the ship isn't eventful outside of battle. You need a vacation of sorts." you grin.

>"Heheh. Well in any case, I'll enjoy our adventures down in Ponyville. It ought to be interesting to say the least." he finishes.

"Of course. Now get some rest, we're due out early tomorrow."

>He nods, then continues on his way.

 

>Tomorrow we would begin our plan.