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The Invincible Iron Manon (Part 7)

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>So there you are, just minding your own business then BAM!
>Some stupid little wachamacallit slams right into you!
[HEY! I'm flying here!]
>Not being the airborne sky master you claim to be, you take a few seconds to rebalance yourself.
>You look after it. A small black streak traces off into the distance.
>It’s fast.
[Jahvise.]
>**Already tracing it, Sir.**
>The loading symbol appears on your screen as you speed off for whatever mad pony thought it was a good idea to hit a flying metal can with lasers.
>**Sir, I cannot track the pony. It’s biological signature is not on my records..**
[What do you mean? I programmed you to follow the BioSigs of earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns.]
>**Yes, I know. The issue is that THING is none of those.**
>None of them? But that’s impossible.
>All griffons you’ve seen have been brown and white, never black. Besides, it was too small to be a griffon.
>Flying dragons are never that small either. Jahvise is malfunctioning, it MUST be a pony!
>Well…what else could it be?
[Can you follow a heat trail?]
>**No. The being emits no heat for me to follow.**
[W-well…]
>**I looked over everything, Sir. I cannot track it.**
>Well shoot.
[Jahvise, save this location and what direction we we’re heading in.]
>**Saved.**
>Hopefully the whatever continues to fly straight and you can come back later. Right now its party time!
>Kind of!
>You arrive where Pinkie said the party would be but it’s more of a get-together.
>Just the usual 6 gals and a couple others.
>What, nobody likes you suit?
>Stupid, uneducated mongrels.
>No one can seem to appreciate science here but Twilight and even her insignificant brain pales in comparison to your superior human mind.
>Wow, whered that come from?
>You racist son of a gun.
>Oh well, just pass it off—
>No! Don’t pass it off! Ever since you got here, whenever something strange happened you brushed it aside and told yourself to check back later, only to never do it.
>You know what? Time to think!
>Grabbing a couple *cough* dozen *cough* bottles of beer and stuffing them into a sac, you say goodbye to the girls.
[Thanks Pinkie. I really do feel a lot better.]
>”Oh really? That’s great, Anon!”
>Whatever unintelligible sentence was escaping her mouth was unheard to you, as your jets carried you off into the sky.
[Jahivse, load the save point.]
>Wow, what a sense of accomplishment.
>You haven’t even done anything yet but fly straight for 2 hours and yet you feel like you’re finally getting things done.
[J-Jahvise are we almost home yet?]
>**You weren’t going home, Sir. You wanted to follow the strange creature from earlier.**
[Oh yeah dash right.]
>Your faceplate opens up, allowing all the wind to blow into your eyes.
>With them closed, you pop open a beer bottle and hold it out in front of you. The liquid courage pours from the bottle and directly into your mouth.
>You’ve had…lots of practice.
>Why do ponies even have beer bottles?
>…
>Oh yeah! You’re following blacks.
>**Sir, my maps say we’re entering Changling Isle.**
[Changlan Whatle?]
>**Changling Isle. Home of the changelings.**
[Well fancy that! Imma make some new friends tonight!]
>Your bag falls from your shoulder.
>You would be sad if it weren’t empty.
>**Pony Law, last updated 3 years ago, clearly states no ponies are allowed within a 3 hooflometer radius of the island.**
[Hoofwhameter?]
>**On Earth it would be kilometers.**
[…]
>**Think of miles but not.**
[Oh pish posh, I'm not a pony! I can do whuever I want! I can even go poopies if I want!]
>**Please don’t.**
[I NEVAH SAID I WUS GOING TOO!]
>With that, a warm stream of liquid runs down your leg in the armor.
>**Sir…**
[Thas not pee…]
>You giggle and land on a tall rock right outside the island.
>Time to enter a new…time to enter a new paradise.
>I said, time to enter a new paradise.
>Come on leg, move.
>Leg?
[Jahvise kum on man don’t even be lake that.]
>**I will unlock the armor in the morning when you are sober again.**
[Jahvise iss my armer en I can do whu I wan with itz.]
>**You’re too drunk for your own good.**
>Curse his logic and your drowsiness.
>Maybe it would be best to catch a few Zs anyway.
[J-Jahvise?]
>**Yes, Sir?**
[Ah love yew.]
>**I love you too.**

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>So there you are, just minding your own business then BAM!
>Some stupid little wachamacallit slams right into you!
[HEY! I'm flying here!]
>Not being the airborne sky master you claim to be, you take a few seconds to rebalance yourself.
>You look after it. A small black streak traces off into the distance.
>It’s fast.
[Jahvise.]
>**Already tracing it, Sir.**
>The loading symbol appears on your screen as you speed off for whatever mad pony thought it was a good idea to hit a flying metal can with lasers.
>**Sir, I cannot track the pony. It’s biological signature is not on my records..**
[What do you mean? I programmed you to follow the BioSigs of earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns.]
>**Yes, I know. The issue is that THING is none of those.**
>None of them? But that’s impossible.
>All griffons you’ve seen have been brown and white, never black. Besides, it was too small to be a griffon.
>Flying dragons are never that small either. Jahvise is malfunctioning, it MUST be a pony!
>Well…what else could it be?
[Can you follow a heat trail?]
>**No. The being emits no heat for me to follow.**
[W-well…]
>**I looked over everything, Sir. I cannot track it.**
>Well shoot.
[Jahvise, save this location and what direction we we’re heading in.]
>**Saved.**
>Hopefully the whatever continues to fly straight and you can come back later. Right now its party time!

>Kind of!
>You arrive where Pinkie said the party would be but it’s more of a get-together.
>Just the usual 6 gals and a couple others.
>What, nobody likes you suit?
>Stupid, uneducated mongrels.
>No one can seem to appreciate science here but Twilight and even her insignificant brain pales in comparison to your superior human mind.
>Wow, whered that come from?
>You racist son of a gun.
>Oh well, just pass it off—
>No! Don’t pass it off! Ever since you got here, whenever something strange happened you brushed it aside and told yourself to check back later, only to never do it.
>You know what? Time to think!
>Grabbing a couple *cough* dozen *cough* bottles of beer and stuffing them into a sac, you say goodbye to the girls.
[Thanks Pinkie. I really do feel a lot better.]
>”Oh really? That’s great, Anon!”
>Whatever unintelligible sentence was escaping her mouth was unheard to you, as your jets carried you off into the sky.
[Jahivse, load the save point.]


>Wow, what a sense of accomplishment.
>You haven’t even done anything yet but fly straight for 2 hours and yet you feel like you’re finally getting things done.
[J-Jahvise are we almost home yet?]
>**You weren’t going home, Sir. You wanted to follow the strange creature from earlier.**
[Oh yeah dash right.]
>Your faceplate opens up, allowing all the wind to blow into your eyes.
>With them closed, you pop open a beer bottle and hold it out in front of you. The liquid courage pours from the bottle and directly into your mouth.
>You’ve had…lots of practice.
>Why do ponies even have beer bottles?
>…
>Oh yeah! You’re following blacks.
>**Sir, my maps say we’re entering Changling Isle.**
[Changlan Whatle?]
>**Changling Isle. Home of the changelings.**
[Well fancy that! Imma make some new friends tonight!]
>Your bag falls from your shoulder.
>You would be sad if it weren’t empty.


>**Pony Law, last updated 3 years ago, clearly states no ponies are allowed within a 3 hooflometer radius of the island.**
[Hoofwhameter?]
>**On Earth it would be kilometers.**
[…]
>**Think of miles but not.**
[Oh pish posh, I'm not a pony! I can do whuever I want! I can even go poopies if I want!]
>**Please don’t.**
[I NEVAH SAID I WUS GOING TOO!]
>With that, a warm stream of liquid runs down your leg in the armor.
>**Sir…**
[Thas not pee…]
>You giggle and land on a tall rock right outside the island.
>Time to enter a new…time to enter a new paradise.
>I said, time to enter a new paradise.
>Come on leg, move.
>Leg?
[Jahvise kum on man don’t even be lake that.]
>**I will unlock the armor in the morning when you are sober again.**
[Jahvise iss my armer en I can do whu I wan with itz.]
>**You’re too drunk for your own good.**
>Curse his logic and your drowsiness.
>Maybe it would be best to catch a few Zs anyway.
[J-Jahvise?]
>**Yes, Sir?**
[Ah love yew.]	
>**I love you too.**

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