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Sith in Equestria (3): Sonic Screwdriver

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>There was only darkness in the beginning, without change or stimulation
>Then came the sensations
>You smell a forest on fire,
>You watch the General fall,
>You feel the ground shake as the starship crashes around you,
>You hear... the soft sound of woman’s voice
>Followed by silence...
>Your body struggles for air as you breakthrough the artificial mucous membrane covering your incubation vat
>Muscles autonomously twitch, blood vessels constrict, and your brain short-circuits as you are forcefully born into the world not as an infant but as a man
>Soon, the heavy coughs ravaging your lungs become less frequent and you will your eyes to open
"Wher-... where- is she?"
>You stare out into the darkness of the cloning platform, waiting to be answered
>"...'She' no longer matters...”
>A tall figure, draped in black cloth and metal, steps into view
>He towers over your vat, a single strain of light illuminating his face
>You instinctively search for his eyes, yet the only thing you find are two heavily tinted, spherical pieces of glass
>You attempt to reach out to him but your arms fail to move, too weak and unwilling
>”We have work to do"
>”-His wounds are already healing exceptional fast, at least compared to ponies. I’m sure he’ll make a quick recover”
>”Thank you, Doctor Flummox”
>”Don’t hesitate to contact me again if something goes amiss... and Twilight, make sure you keep a good eye on him. Never seen anything like it”
>You hear the door shut just as feeling begins to return to your body
>Slowly, you open your eyes and attempt to sit up
>A dull pain partially inhibits the movement, causing you to wince and clutch your side
>Your fingers surprisingly do not find blood but instead a soft bandaging wrapping around your lower torso
>There was also scattered patches of ointment smeared into the various scrapes and cuts all over your body
>You look up to see you were inside a primitive archive, a place housing hundreds of hardcover books on wooden shelves
>”Ah, you’re awake!”
>Your gaze falls down from the books to the purple pony in front of you, as well as her little friends behind her
>They all stare at you wide eyed, examining you in curiosity as you stare back at them
“What is this place? Where am I?”
>You demand an answer, though the purple one seems to disregard your tone
>”You’re currently in Golden Oaks Library, the public library of Ponyville and also my home. You were pretty banged up, so I had you brought here to receive some medical attention from the local veterinarian.”
>A veterinarian?
>You think about Force Choking her, but still you feel nothing
>Would it ever come back?
>”Now, would you mind telling me who you are?”
“I’m an Imperial diplomat for the Galactic Empire, on a mission to the Bilbringi system to strengthen diplomatic relations there with the locals”
>You use the diplomat cover your Master had given you while also avoiding to reveal your true destination
"Its imperative that I get to the Bilbringi system as soon as possible. What star system does this planet associate itself with?”
>The purple one appears puzzled by your question and looks back to her friends for advice
>They all just shake their heads in equal confusion
>"What do you mean by ‘star system’?”
“Sorry, planetary system, if you HAVE to get technical about it”
>She raises an eyebrow
“So?”
>”...Where did you say you’re from again?”
>You think about baiting her with another lie, but instead you simply avoid the question
“That’s irrelevant. What planet is this?”
>”...Earth. You’re on planet Earth...”
>The uneasiness in her voice causes the gears in your head to turn
>”Are- Are you implying that you’re not just foreign to Equestria, but you come from a whole another planet!?”
>Finally your lame brain begins to make sense of the situation
>The mysterious hyperspace jump and crash...
>The unprecedented lack of any Living Force in the area...
>The unheard of planet simply named ‘Earth’...
>The indigenous species of talking equines...
>and their blatant ignorance of anything Imperial...
>Suddenly you felt very, very far away from home
>Could you have ended up in another galaxy?
>No, trying to use hyperspace to leave the galaxy would’ve dragged you into a gravity well or supernova
>There was no explanation. All you were certain of was that you were no longer in the borders of the Galactic Empire
>You could even be in a totally different universe all together...
“Well I’ll be damned”
>”What? What is it?”
“You’ve never seen one of my kind before, have you? Never heard anything called the Galactic Empire?”
>She shakes her head in confirmation
“Figures...”
>Guess there was no point of going completely incognito anymore
>They more than likely had no affiliation with the Rebels, the Empire or any galactic civilization for that matter
>”So is that a ‘yes’ to my previous question?”
“Yes. I come from a place very far away, not from your planet”
>The pink pony in the back jumps up in astonishment
>”Oh my gosh! A real life alien!”
>Before you can react, she reappears in front of your face, wielding a crude flashlight under her chin for dramatic effect
>”Take me to your leader, Earthlings!”
>She makes exaggerated movements with her hooves as she speaks... and for some reason, you feel offended
>The blue one quickly flies over and plucks her out of your lap
>”Come on, Pinkie. This is no time for games”
>The purple one speaks up again, making it obvious she was the leader here
>”So what’s your name? And what exactly do your species call themselves?”
“My name is... Anonymous. I’m known as a ‘human’ from where I come from”
>Saying your makeshift name to someone felt surprisingly good
>”Anonymous, huh? Well, I’m Twilight Sparkle and these are my friends. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity and Pinkie Pie”
>Each one gives a tiny wave or a nod when introduced
>What kind of fucking names are these?
>You thought you had it bad
>”Its a pleasure to met you Anonymous!”
>The purple po-, you mean Twilight Sparkle, holds her hoof out to you for an apparent handshake
>You do not return the gesture
“Good, now that we're all acquainted, I think I’ll be on my way”
>You slowly get to your feet, effectively dwarfing the rest with your impressive height
>”Wait, where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m leaving. Didn’t I just make that clear?”
>To march over to what appeared to be the front door and begin to open it
>Without warning, the doorknob becomes enveloped in a purple haze and refuses to turn
>You turn around to see Twilight’s horn glowing, just as the one named Rarity’s had in the forest
>”But I still have some questions to ask you...”
“No comment”
>You try the door again, but it won’t budge
>”Hey we might have just saved your life and you’re just going to walk out on us?!”
“I never asked for your help”
>She cocks her head to the side in annoyance
>”Regardless, no pony just wanders into town and picks a fight with an Ursa Minor without having a little explaining to do. All I want is to ask you a few questions, and then you’re free to go”
>You try and rattle the door one last time before walking back
>Just a few questions
>Instead of sitting down again, you decide to lean up against a bookshelf in order to keep yourself towering over the ponies
“Go on.”
>”Where did you come from and how did you get here?”
“Where I came from doesn’t matter, the name would mean nothing to you. I crash landed here by mistake on my starfighter... its a sort of vehicle I use to get around”
>”Ok. What is that thing on your belt?”
>She points distinctly at your lightsaber
“Nothing”
>You didn’t like where this was going
>Rebel or not, if they found out you were packing a sword that could cut through any material like butter they might become fearfully and eventually hostile
>You without your Force powers versus a planet of miniature horses that apparently had Force powers of their own wouldn’t end well for you, even with your lightsaber
>”But Rarity told me you wouldn’t leave without it. You nearly got crushed trying to retrieve it from what I heard”
>Then again, there were only six of them in the room...
“Its a... tool. I use it for repairs and stuff of that nature, I couldn’t afford to lose it if I wanted to repair my ship”
>Twilight’s eyes shift from yours to your belt, still suspicious
>”Alright then, next question. Why did-”
“Actually, I’m feeling quite tired all the sudden. I think I’ll be going now”
>Again you move for the door, trying to reach it in time before she had time to Force grapple it
>That pony was getting dangerously curious about you
>”If you’re truly tired, then you’ll need a place to rest”
>You stop and turn around to see the white one from the woods addressing you now
>”You said you were far away from home, correct? Why not spend the night at my Carousel Boutique? We have a spare bedroom”
>Twilight chimes in again
>”That’d probably be for the best. You’re still far from good condition. You should rest a couple of days before trying to return home”
>”Besides, this way I’ll have time to teach you some proper manners”
>You resist growling
>This horse should really watch her tongue
>Manners aside, you DID need a place to stay...
>“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! Do make yourself at home”
>You stop to stand in the middle of what an ancient artisan seamstress’s shop must have looked like
>The place was vibrantly decorated with everything from blue sapphires to red valentine hearts, walls and curtains plastered in different shades of pink
>You thought you were going to be sick
>Being apparent Force users, you’d think they’d be a little more advanced than this
>The colorful and fragile wallpaper made you wish you could jog a mile through a refined steel corridor right about now...
>You reluctantly followed your new host back deeper into the shop, where her apparent living quarters were
>Weird, this placed had looked so small from the outside
>Rarity, perky as could be, gives you a short tour of the house
>”-And right next to the Kitchen is where I fashion all the designs for my clients. Who designs your clothes?”
“Does it matter?”
>Your monotone response causes her ear to temporarily flick in irritation
>However, she continues on with the same attitude as before
>“Do tell me Anonymous, what is fashion like in your world? I know the stallions here do not care too much for appearance, and your current apparel suggests the same for your species, but certainly your mares do?”
“I wouldn’t know. Where I was raised, everyone worn the same thing 24/7”
>”Really? That sounds awfully boring”
>Before she can ask another personal question about your life, you try your best to change the subject
“I assume you are the only one living here?”
>”No, not exactly. My pet cat, Opal and my little sister, Sweetie Bell both live here at the moment”
>’Little’ sister? There were ponies smaller than this?
>”Though Sweetie Bell is at a friend’s sleepover tonight, so its just us for now”
>Finally you arrive at the last room in the house
>”Last but not least, the guest room. Its not used very often, so feel free to make yourself comfortable”
>You tread carefully into the room, flicking a nearby archaic lightswitch to illuminate the place
>The room consisted of a bed too small for you, a window too low for you, and a dresser to which you had nothing to put in
>Oh, and there was Gem themed wallpaper lining the whole length room, just to make matters worse
>”My room is next door if you need anything. Do try to get some rest, Anonymous”
>She’s about to close the door when you forcefully keep it open with your hand
“Why are you doing this?”
>”I’m sorry, doing what?”
“Giving me shelter like this, what's your motive?”
>”Motive? Oh come now. What could I possibly want to gain from helping somepony in need?”
“That’s what I’m asking. What the hell do you want from me?"
>Rarity briefly narrows her eyes as you sense her frustration with you beginning to grow
>But before she can verbally retaliate, she lets out a deep breath and remains calm
>”I wonder if all you humans are like this or if its just you. So defensively and cynical”
>The pony finally heads off to her own bedroom, leaving you holding the door
>You watch her leave your sight before sharply shutting it
>What a fool, accepting a complete stranger into her house
>With no security and asking nothing in return?
>Such arrogance
>You begin pacing the room, mentally irritated
>Was it perhaps... because she pitied you?
>The idea made your blood boil
>Did she think because she ‘saved’ you, that she was better than you?
>Stronger than you?!
>You resist the compelling urge to throw the dresser across the room
>Your brief rage subsides as quickly as it came
>Why were you so mad?
>If she wished to grant you mercy, so be it. It could only benefit you and harm her
>Such reckless behaviors would led to her inevitable demise
>Just as it had for Galen Marek
>You don’t even bother trying out the bed, you’d probably break the damn thing and hurt yourself
>Instead, you move to sit cross-legged in the center of the room
>Bowing your head, you enter a meditative state of mind in an attempt to induce sleep
>But you remain distracted, plagued by your thoughts and unknown feelings
>If this Rarity had willingly given you a place to recover and asked for nothing in return... why were still so anger?
>And anger at what exactly?
>For Rarity’s ignorance and foolishness for taking you in
>Or your inability to thank her for doing so?
>At last, you’re able to suppress these troubling thoughts
>They must have been that little part of ‘him’ still left in you, trying to resurface
>You refused to allow yourself to become a slave to his weaknesses
>Not again, not like the others
>Finally, a dreamless sleep takes hold of you

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>There was only darkness in the beginning, without change or stimulation
>Then came the sensations
>You smell a forest on fire,
>You watch the General fall,
>You feel the ground shake as the starship crashes around you,
>You hear... the soft sound of woman’s voice
>Followed by silence...
>Your body struggles for air as you breakthrough the artificial mucous membrane covering your incubation vat
>Muscles autonomously twitch, blood vessels constrict, and your brain short-circuits as you are forcefully born into the world not as an infant but as a man
>Soon, the heavy coughs ravaging your lungs become less frequent and you will your eyes to open
"Wher-... where- is she?"
>You stare out into the darkness of the cloning platform, waiting to be answered
>"...'She' no longer matters...”
>A tall figure, draped in black cloth and metal, steps into view
>He towers over your vat, a single strain of light illuminating his face
>You instinctively search for his eyes, yet the only thing you find are two heavily tinted, spherical pieces of glass
>You attempt to reach out to him but your arms fail to move, too weak and unwilling
>”We have work to do"
 
>”-His wounds are already healing exceptional fast, at least compared to ponies. I’m sure he’ll make a quick recover”
>”Thank you, Doctor Flummox”
>”Don’t hesitate to contact me again if something goes amiss... and Twilight, make sure you keep a good eye on him. Never seen anything like it”
>You hear the door shut just as feeling begins to return to your body
>Slowly, you open your eyes and attempt to sit up
>A dull pain partially inhibits the movement, causing you to wince and clutch your side
>Your fingers surprisingly do not find blood but instead a soft bandaging wrapping around your lower torso
>There was also scattered patches of ointment smeared into the various scrapes and cuts all over your body
>You look up to see you were inside a primitive archive, a place housing hundreds of hardcover books on wooden shelves
>”Ah, you’re awake!”
>Your gaze falls down from the books to the purple pony in front of you, as well as her little friends behind her
>They all stare at you wide eyed, examining you in curiosity as you stare back at them
“What is this place? Where am I?”
>You demand an answer, though the purple one seems to disregard your tone
>”You’re currently in Golden Oaks Library, the public library of Ponyville and also my home. You were pretty banged up, so I had you brought here to receive some medical attention from the local veterinarian.”
>A veterinarian?
>You think about Force Choking her, but still you feel nothing
>Would it ever come back?
>”Now, would you mind telling me who you are?”
“I’m an Imperial diplomat for the Galactic Empire, on a mission to the Bilbringi system to strengthen diplomatic relations there with the locals”
>You use the diplomat cover your Master had given you while also avoiding to reveal your true destination
"Its imperative that I get to the Bilbringi system as soon as possible. What star system does this planet associate itself with?”

>The purple one appears puzzled by your question and looks back to her friends for advice
>They all just shake their heads in equal confusion
>"What do you mean by ‘star system’?”
“Sorry,  planetary system, if you HAVE to get technical about it”
>She raises an eyebrow
“So?”
>”...Where did you say you’re from again?”
>You think about baiting her with another lie, but instead you simply avoid the question
“That’s irrelevant. What planet is this?”
>”...Earth. You’re on planet Earth...”
>The uneasiness in her voice causes the gears in your head to turn
>”Are- Are you implying that you’re not just foreign to Equestria, but you come from a whole another planet!?”
>Finally your lame brain begins to make sense of the situation
>The mysterious hyperspace jump and crash...
>The unprecedented lack of any Living Force in the area...
>The unheard of planet simply named ‘Earth’...
>The indigenous species of talking equines...
>and their blatant ignorance of anything Imperial...
>Suddenly you felt very, very far away from home
>Could you have ended up in another galaxy?
>No, trying to use hyperspace to leave the galaxy would’ve dragged you into a gravity well or supernova
>There was no explanation. All you were certain of was that you were no longer in the borders of the Galactic Empire
>You could even be in a totally different universe all together...
“Well I’ll be damned”
>”What? What is it?”
“You’ve never seen one of my kind before, have you? Never heard anything called the Galactic Empire?”
>She shakes her head in confirmation
“Figures...”

>Guess there was no point of going completely incognito anymore
>They more than likely had no affiliation with the Rebels, the Empire or any galactic civilization for that matter
>”So is that a ‘yes’ to my previous question?”
“Yes. I come from a place very far away, not from your planet”
>The pink pony in the back jumps up in astonishment
>”Oh my gosh! A real life alien!”
>Before you can react, she reappears in front of your face, wielding a crude flashlight under her chin for dramatic effect
>”Take me to your leader, Earthlings!”
>She makes exaggerated movements with her hooves as she speaks... and for some reason, you feel offended
>The blue one quickly flies over and plucks her out of your lap
>”Come on, Pinkie. This is no time for games”
>The purple one speaks up again, making it obvious she was the leader here
>”So what’s your name? And what exactly do your species call themselves?”
“My name is... Anonymous. I’m known as a ‘human’ from where I come from”
>Saying your makeshift name to someone felt surprisingly good
>”Anonymous, huh? Well, I’m Twilight Sparkle and these are my friends. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity and Pinkie Pie”
>Each one gives a tiny wave or a nod when introduced
>What kind of fucking names are these?
>You thought you had it bad
>”Its a pleasure to met you Anonymous!”
>The purple po-, you mean Twilight Sparkle, holds her hoof out to you for an apparent handshake
>You do not return the gesture
“Good, now that we're all acquainted, I think I’ll be on my way”
>You slowly get to your feet, effectively dwarfing the rest with your impressive height
>”Wait, where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m leaving. Didn’t I just make that clear?”
>To march over to what appeared to be the front door and begin to open it
>Without warning, the doorknob becomes enveloped in a purple haze and refuses to turn
>You turn around to see Twilight’s horn glowing, just as the one named Rarity’s had in the forest
>”But I still have some questions to ask you...”
“No comment”

>You try the door again, but it won’t budge

>”Hey we might have just saved your life and you’re just going to walk out on us?!”
“I never asked for your help”
>She cocks her head to the side in annoyance
>”Regardless, no pony just wanders into town and picks a fight with an Ursa Minor without having a little explaining to do. All I want is to ask you a few questions, and then you’re free to go”
>You try and rattle the door one last time before walking back
>Just a few questions
>Instead of sitting down again, you decide to lean up against a bookshelf in order to keep yourself towering over the ponies
“Go on.”
>”Where did you come from and how did you get here?”
“Where I came from doesn’t matter, the name would mean nothing to you. I crash landed here by mistake on my starfighter... its a sort of vehicle I use to get around”
>”Ok. What is that thing on your belt?”
>She points distinctly at your lightsaber
“Nothing”
>You didn’t like where this was going
>Rebel or not, if they found out you were packing a sword that could cut through any material like butter they might become fearfully and eventually hostile
>You without your Force powers versus a planet of miniature horses that apparently had Force powers of their own wouldn’t end well for you, even with your lightsaber
>”But Rarity told me you wouldn’t leave without it. You nearly got crushed trying to retrieve it from what I heard”
>Then again, there were only six of them in the room...
“Its a... tool. I use it for repairs and stuff of that nature, I couldn’t afford to lose it if I wanted to repair my ship”
>Twilight’s eyes shift from yours to your belt, still suspicious 
>”Alright then, next question. Why did-”
“Actually, I’m feeling quite tired all the sudden. I think I’ll be going now”
>Again you move for the door, trying to reach it in time before she had time to Force grapple it
>That pony was getting dangerously curious about you
>”If you’re truly tired, then you’ll need a place to rest”
>You stop and turn around to see the white one from the woods addressing you now
>”You said you were far away from home, correct? Why not spend the night at my Carousel Boutique? We have a spare bedroom”
>Twilight chimes in again
>”That’d probably be for the best. You’re still far from good condition. You should rest a couple of days before trying to return home”
>”Besides, this way I’ll have time to teach you some proper manners”
>You resist growling
>This horse should really watch her tongue
>Manners aside, you DID need a place to stay...
 
>“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! Do make yourself at home”
>You stop to stand in the middle of what an ancient artisan seamstress’s shop must have looked like
>The place was vibrantly decorated with everything from blue sapphires to red valentine hearts, walls and curtains plastered in different shades of pink
>You thought you were going to be sick
>Being apparent Force users, you’d think they’d be a little more advanced than this
>The colorful and fragile wallpaper made you wish you could jog a mile through a refined steel corridor right about now...
>You reluctantly followed your new host back deeper into the shop, where her apparent living quarters were
>Weird, this placed had looked so small from the outside
>Rarity, perky as could be, gives you a short tour of the house
>”-And right next to the Kitchen is where I fashion all the designs for my clients. Who designs your clothes?”
“Does it matter?”
>Your monotone response causes her ear to temporarily flick in irritation
>However, she continues on with the same attitude as before
>“Do tell me Anonymous, what is fashion like in your world? I know the stallions here do not care too much for appearance, and your current apparel suggests the same for your species, but certainly your mares do?”
“I wouldn’t know. Where I was raised, everyone worn the same thing 24/7”
>”Really? That sounds awfully boring”
>Before she can ask another personal question about your life, you try your best to change the subject
“I assume you are the only one living here?”
>”No, not exactly. My pet cat, Opal and my little sister, Sweetie Bell both live here at the moment”
>’Little’ sister? There were ponies smaller than this?
>”Though Sweetie Bell is at a friend’s sleepover tonight, so its just us for now”
>Finally you arrive at the last room in the house
>”Last but not least, the guest room. Its not used very often, so feel free to make yourself comfortable”
>You tread carefully into the room, flicking a nearby archaic lightswitch to illuminate the place
>The room consisted of a bed too small for you, a window too low for you, and a dresser to which you had nothing to put in
>Oh, and there was Gem themed wallpaper lining the whole length room, just to make matters worse
>”My room is next door if you need anything. Do try to get some rest, Anonymous”
>She’s about to close the door when you forcefully keep it open with your hand
“Why are you doing this?”
>”I’m sorry, doing what?”
“Giving me shelter like this, what's your motive?”
>”Motive? Oh come now. What could I possibly want to gain from helping somepony in need?”
“That’s what I’m asking. What the hell do you want from me?"
>Rarity briefly narrows her eyes as you sense her frustration with you beginning to grow 
>But before she can verbally retaliate, she lets out a deep breath and remains calm
>”I wonder if all you humans are like this or if its just you. So defensively and cynical”
>The pony finally heads off to her own bedroom, leaving you holding the door
>You watch her leave your sight before sharply shutting it
>What a fool, accepting a complete stranger into her house
>With no security and asking nothing in return?
>Such arrogance
>You begin pacing the room, mentally irritated     
>Was it perhaps... because she pitied you?
>The idea made your blood boil
>Did she think because she ‘saved’ you, that she was better than you?
>Stronger than you?!
>You resist the compelling urge to throw the dresser across the room
>Your brief rage subsides as quickly as it came
>Why were you so mad?
>If she wished to grant you mercy, so be it. It could only benefit you and harm her
>Such reckless behaviors would led to her inevitable demise
>Just as it had for Galen Marek
>You don’t even bother trying out the bed, you’d probably break the damn thing and hurt yourself
>Instead, you move to sit cross-legged in the center of the  room
>Bowing your head, you enter a meditative state of mind in an attempt to induce sleep
>But you remain distracted, plagued by your thoughts and unknown feelings
>If this Rarity had willingly given you a place to recover and asked for nothing in return... why were still so anger?
>And anger at what exactly?
>For Rarity’s ignorance and foolishness for taking you in
>Or your inability to thank her for doing so?
>At last, you’re able to suppress these troubling thoughts
>They must have been that little part of ‘him’ still left in you, trying to resurface 
>You refused to allow yourself to become a slave to his weaknesses
>Not again, not like the others
>Finally, a dreamless sleep takes hold of you

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