Daema in Equestria : 2

//Daema In Equestria

//Part Two

 

>>SYSTEM POST

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>>CHECK REGISTER

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>>RUN

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>>DAEMA ONLINE

 

!>>SENSORY CHECK

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/TACTILE

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/VISUAL

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!>>MOTOR CHECK

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<ERROR ON CHECK 12

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<WITHIN REPAIR CYCLE

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!>>STARTUP COMPLETE

>ACTIVATE

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>Sensory data flooded back into your mind, making you feel alive again.

>It was a hollow feeling.

>Your artificed senses are alight with something being on top of you.

>You swiftly push the debris away, and return to a standing position.

>While you do this, your focus drifts around your HUD, looking for an active network.

>Not a single subspace beacon is in range.

>...

>Not a single place in the galaxy is out of range of any beacon.

>The thought puts you on edge, and you shift your focus away from your sudden feeling of being lost.

>There were not many places left in the galaxy that could be considered 'alien' or 'foreign'.

>You look around your frame, seeing a pair of equines on your left staring at you in fear.

>You disregard them, ignoring all features and just as you take a step they both cry out in terror and flee, which takes you by surprise.

>This place was very alien indeed.

>You wonder, for a moment, if you were even in your home galaxy anymore.

>Tossing such thoughts aside, seemingly alone, you take in your surroundings.

>You are before a wrecked building--that must've been your fault you supposed--on the outer edge of a rather large village.

>It was primitive at best, most buildings having thatched roofs and wooden walls.

>But, it didn't matter. You needed to get back, and with no way to get onto the galactic network, there was no way to call for recovery.

>You'd have to build a beacon, or develop some way to communicate with your kind again.

>Judging from the local technological development, that might be a problem.

>...being stranded on an alien world was not on your bucket list.

>Deciding you've made enough of a first-contact impression, you start on the dirt-path away from the village.

>A purple equine at a full gallop down the road however, catches sight of you and comes to a dead stop.

>For a few seconds, you both simply stare at the other.

>Something which you had paid no mind before, is at the forefront of your mind.

 

>This, small horse, was wearing clothes.

>You've never seen a horse wear clothes or yell before.

>Where in the Divide were you?

>"H-Hello?"

>...

>The social part of your mind would respond, with a gentle return of greeting.

>Currently however, every piece of logic you have is belaying that order.

>Horses do not speak, however, you have met many aliens over the centuries.

>Though you were never first contact.

>You were a soldier then, a machine of war, and have been for a long time.

>But every species must have some form of first contact with another.

>This must be what the first explorers really felt like.

>Wondering, 'what is this strange creature? Who is it? What are its aspirations, if any? Is it safe, to speak with it?'

>So many questions.

>So few answers.

>But right now, those didn't matter so much to you, because you were about to greet a talking purple horse.

"Hello."

>The simplest greeting you could pull out of your mind in a small state disarray.

>The...pony, you supposed, took a step back in shock.

>Thankfully, you weren't the only one confused by this turnabout.

>Whatever language it spoke was clearly one you could understand thanks to your translation software.

>Whether it was mutual however...

>"Hi. Um..."

>The pony pauses, trying to push through the initial loss of words.

>"My name is Twilight Sparkle, w-what's your name?"

"My designation is Daema Unit One-Two-Five-Three."

>The pony--Twilight Sparkle, rather, looked at you strangely, as if you had somehow become more alien.

>"O-okay, well, um..."

>There's a moment of awkward silence, neither of you really knowing what to say.

>Since there was some level of understanding in your speech, it really cut down on the mysterious wonder.

>Now, it was simply a manner of learning who the other was.

"I am a member of the Therlin, of our homeworld Therlinheim."

>Twilight takes a cautionary step forward, a little bit of the fear gone.

>"I'm a unicorn pony, of Equestria. I..."

 

>Twilight strays off, looking over a wither before looking back.

>"How did you get here?"

>Such a question was beyond you.

"I do not know.

>"Well...I was trying a spell, when...it just exploded, and I saw something fly out of this really, really strange portal in front of me. And now you're here."

>You didn't know such a kind of magic existed.

>There were abilities, of course, that many Therlin could train themselves to be able to do, but whatever has transpired here is very well beyond what your people can do.

>The temptation to inquire about it was tempered by your still-outstanding situation.

>You were an alien in a foreign land, with no way to contact your own people.

>Clearly alone, with no way to get into orbit, or build a subspace beacon.

>Things were looking bleak, but, if you arrived from this portal, and it was still present, there might be a way to return.

>The only question in that regard is, what kind of portal?