Title:           Pathfinding is Magic Act 2
Author:          Shazbot
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First Edit:      Tuesday 27th of March 2012 10:49:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 27th of March 2012 10:49:24 PM CDT

>Floating in darkness again
>Heads aches like you just got hit with a thumper shot
>Struggle too recall what happened
>Last thing you remember is going fast and then...
>Oh yeah...
>Warp tech, amazing ideas and skydiving into a pastel painting
>You sigh
"Not my brightest hour it seems..."
>Id have too agree
>I mean honestly, what were you thinking? chasing a cruiser on ski's into a WARP FIELD
>Voice echoes out around you
>Assume its your asshole brain trying too act smart after what you pulled
"Shut up brain, The sandraker scum were trying too escape and i had a mission to finish"
>Theres that word again, "Sandraker", dont hide behind duty bound racism Anon
>You wanted too prove yourself
>Again
>Need i remind you of how you GOT into that armor in the first place?
"..."
>Headstrong Anon always willing too go fast, even at the sake of his own speed
>For as quick as you are you sure are slow eh?
"Ok yeah, So i dont hate the sworders like i should and all this was a massive mistake but still, raking sand?"
>Yeah that is kinda loco in the coco
"Wait what?"
>Ya'll better watch out though anon, The way you were moving before made rainbow look like she was standing still and she wont like that
"Seriously brain why the hell are you switching accents like that? and what the SHAZBOT are you talking about?"
>You'll see soon anon, We'll both see
"Huh?"
>Voice fades from around you
>Feel a change in the atmosphere around you
>METSU HEADACHIN'
>Brain feels as if its suddenly made of melting cheese
>Find yourself unable too breath
>Gasping for breath as a light appears on the horizon of your subconcious
>Everything hurts
>Hold arms up as light consumes you
>SHAZB-
>Eyes crack open to see a swirling mass of colors and light
> Frightened whispers float around as a piercing voice screams out "Hey everyp0ny, its moving!"
>You cringe but quickly doubletake what was said
>....P0ny?
 
>Slowly but surely you return too the land of the living
>Its alot more colorful then you remember
>Granted, your head aches like a bitch
>What DID the land of the living look like again
>You struggle with your memories, words and thoughts slipping away like water through cracked glass
>A few things come too you, your name
>Your name is...Shazbot?
>No, Anon
>You are Anon, a....path...finder?
>The conversations around you continue as you blearily space out, internal struggle raging on as memories slipped away
>"Any idea what it is big sis?" Applebloom poked the crimson creature with a stick from a safe distance
>"Ah don't know Applebloom, and s'far as ah can tell it ain't like anything Fluttershy ever seen either"
>Her face darkened slightly "Whatever it may be, it sure as hay ain't Equestrian"
>They had sent spike too write a letter for celestia almost immediately after the crash so she should be arriving soon
>Applejack glanced around at the ponie's in the barn
>Twilight was taking notes on its appearance from a distance, scribbling furiously
>Fluttershy hid behind a haystack glancing over at its crumpled form from time too time, torn between helping the potential animal and being scared witless
>Rainbow Dash was napping in the rafters having told them too wake her up if something happened while Pinkie bounced around the room spouting out how she had seen it move
>They took that announcement with a grain of sugar
>They had been having a pinkie party for the days end of work and had heard the loud crack of it hitting a tree
>No-p0ny knew what too do other then too send a letter too celestia, drag it into the barn and wait
>As she thought that, the creature stirred causing the room too fill with tension
"Ughhhhh, Shhhhaaaaaaazzzz...."
 
"Shhhhhaaaazzzzbot"
>whatever that word means, you feel it suits how you feel at the moment
>Raising a hand you clutch the side of your face and brace your body up against whatever it is your leaning against
>The headache doesn't go away
>Not by a long shot
>Your eyes slowly focus
>It seems the more you try and fight your way back into conciousness the harder your headache try's too fight back
>But still, you aren't so out of it as too miss the fact your surrounded by...what are these things?
>Mr.Sulu?
>Yes captain?
>Give me warp 6, now.
>Adrenaline hits your bloodstream like a runaway train, you bolt too your feet, sense overloading on the fear and awe these creatures are showing you
>Thoughts fill your mind too the brim as your eyes fly around the room
>You are quickly subdued by your splitting headache though, a raspy groan escaping your lips as you kneel forward grasping at your temples
>They step towards you at this, the rainbow colored things are....scared? NO, the orange one has rope!
>Fear fills you
>They seek too capture you
>A deep sense of irony encompasses that thought, but you cant remember why! glancing around in pain you notice a doorway cracked open
>The creatures are closing in on you now
>Panic fills you too the core now
"GODDAMNIT!"
>Fear turns too rage as you bolt towards them, Your own speed surprising you as well as them, easily dashing past them and pushing open the door bolting out into the colorful landscape
>Yell's follow after you, something about waking up rainbow but you don't care
>You had to go fast.
 
>The blind sun blinds your eyes as the dirt road sprawls out ahead
>Voices follow
>But the call of speed is that much more important
>Racing down the hill you accelerate, reflexes hitting a button for the thousandth time as a voice calls behind you too stop
>This is all so...familiar
>As you slide down the hill it slowly hits you
"I'm....floating?"
>No Anon, your SKIING
>You are Anon, a Pathfinder who excels at his job beyond all others
>And this is your talent
>A voice nudges at the back of your psyche, memories coming with it of a man walking up a line of soldiers, looking each of them in the eye
>"Crouch your body and bend your legs, keep your center of gravity low and always make sure you can see your goal"
>The words ring through you as you follow each of them too the letter
>"If you can do these, you might survive long enough too force those sandraker scum off our planet"
"SANDRAKERS"
>The word comes suddenly and without warning your body twitching as the memory forces its way back in, throwing you off balance you trip and fly into the air
>Flipping over your head skids the road
>Helmet flies off
>Blonde hair frees itself too the winds call and you glance back at the creature following you
>Its keeping up with you, Apparently enjoying the rush of adrenaline through its blue body if the grin is anything
>Mr.Sulu, you did well
>The smile comes too your face even through the piercing pain in your forehead and ache in the read of your body
>Your on an alien world, being chased by aliens and are about to be captured
>Cant seem too find a fuck to give captain
>The memories come in droves now Cassandra, Mendez, Robert, slowly sending you over the edge
>Back in unconciousness
>The faint feeling of being grabbed around the chest is registered as you lift into the air
>MIND.EXE HAS ENCOUNTERED AN ERROR
>ATTEMPT REBOOT?
>Y/[N]