Title: Galaxy of War Volume 1 Chapter 3 Author: Not-Immortal Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/zi0PcmzG First Edit: Sunday 26th of February 2017 02:11:16 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Sunday 2nd of April 2017 08:04:53 PM CDT Galaxy of War Part 1 Drafted Chapter 3 Analyzed   *eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEBOOOOM!* "Mortars! Get to cover!" "Martin, go!" "Sunuvagun! Neighzis coming over the wall!" "Los los los!" *TAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAKTAK* "...uuh..." "Martin, shoot!" "..." "Quick, Martin, shoot!" "Uuuuuh..." "Martin, GO!" "...gruuuuuuuugh..." "Martin!" "...shuhduhfughguhpf..." "MARTIN!" "...Ishaihdshuhdthuhfuhguhp..." "MARTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" "... Shuhd thuh fuhg uhp..." "Danja zaown... Alright, auto snooze is kicking in, we'll wake you up in five minutes." "...Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking alarm cunt..." >My hoof finds something and throws it at the alarm *FLAP* *THUMP* >Must have been a paperback >Fuck the world, back to dreamland >...   >...   >Ugggggh >What fucking time is it? >What position am I in? >Jesus fuck my neck is sore >Goddammit, I've got, like, seven cricks in my spine >I'm sitting down next to my bed, with my back pressed against it, and my head tilted back 90 degrees >I must have slipped off the bed into a sitting position after blacking out >The edges on my bedframe must have been jammed into my back >I tip forward and try to get on my hooves >I get up and start to feel that sensation >Some of the worst goddamn pins and needles I've had in my life >Sore joints >A hot, painful sensation burning through my neck, shoulders, and head >The sudden flood of unpleasant sensations causes me to lose focus on holding myself up, and I flop down on the the floor, slamming my teeth together >Fuck >Goddammit, this sucks >As the buzzing in my teeth and ringing in my ears fades away, my eyes slowly open >Fuck >My eyes are blurred to shit >Tears built up in my sleep? >What would you call that? >Tears of fatigue? >Ugggh fucking focus >I close my eyes >Get up >I push up on my front legs and feel the soreness in my muscles >Fucking lactic acid >Fuuuuuck >Now the back >Shiiiiit >Shake the head >Theeeeres the bloodflow >When I open my eyes, I put a little more effort in and... >Heylookitsfuckingnothing.gif >Still fucking blurry >Granted not as much >I start blinking rapidly >Dammit >Not much change >I curl up my right hoof and start rubbing away the blurriness for a few seconds >Annnd the other >I rapidly blink a few more times and open my eyes to a little more than an imperial fuckall >Alright, so now that I'm done with that, I decide I need a shower >I've definitely got that "Holy fuck I feel dirtier than a thoroughly used 5th street hooker" feel >I feel sorta sticky, but not in the sense that I can adhere to shit >You know the feeling, right? >Like, three hours after getting out of the pool and you're completely dry? >Yeah, that feeling >I walk to the door to my bathroom >How do I smell? >Like the idiot I am, I lift up my right foreleg and smell the pit >JESUS FUCKCHRIST >I flick my head back away from the smell and clench my eyes shut, squeezing some more saline out in the process >A little more awake, now, I open my eyes, speed up and walk more quickly to the shower and twist the knob counterclockwise as far as possible >As the water flows into the tub and down the drain, I look to the toilet and shut the lid >I sit on the cover and wait for the water to heat up >As I wait, I think >As I think, I think of Sierra >Love >Thats what I think of >I finally have what I've always wanted >True love >I finally got the 80's movie ending I always wanted... >All that's left is the investigation, the trial, and the rest of high school >After that, a career of military service, a family >A whole world... >I reach into the shower throught the shower curtain from the toilet and feel the water >Yeah, thats hot enough >I get off the toilet and reach back into the shower and switch the flow of water from the faucet to the shower head and give the pipes a second to warm up >When I feel the water fully heated, I slip through the shower curtain and pull the curtain shut >I close my eyes, tip my head back, and feel the water run down my face >As the water runs through my mane and along my scalp, I feel a sense of bliss >The water is so soothing >My muscles feel less sore now >The life-giving liquid has almost fully soaked me through >When the water has filled me with energy, I finally reach forward and grab a bottle of shampoo >Ten minutes later, I feel that I'm totally clean and refreshed >I shut off the water and step out of the shower >Walking into my bedroom again, I grab a towel off the door to my closet >I dry out my mane, and then work my way down >2 minutes later, the towel is thoroughly soaked, my body smells faintly of... pine needles(?), and my mane and tail smell of... whatever the shampoo can be described as... >Mentallyandphysicallyrefreshed.idroid >I check the clock's display on my bedside table >9:38 >Guess I woke up a little early >I look around my room a moment for my hoodie, before I realize it's right underneath my hooves >I ain't wearing that shit, nigga >Probably stinks like shit >I head to the closet for something else to wear >Sooo... three choices, grey hoodie with shitloads of pilling and an Amareican flag in the center, new dark grey pullover hoodie labeled class of 2017, or a thin black zip up hoodie >... >Fuck pullovers >Black zip up >I put on the hoodie and look for my backpack and headphones >I grab the things and start trotting out of my room >On the way out I slip my left foreleg through the left strap, and slip the headphones around my neck >As I trot down the stairs, I look forward to the day >No school, which is nice, because I don't have to deal with a B day, full of stupid fucking math classes >But on the other hoof, I can expect a long ass day of interrogation >But in spite of all that, it's still going to be great >The long ass time I'm gonna be spending at the police station will be a long ass time spent with Sierra >And quality time at that >When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I look around for my mom or dad and my backpack >I see my mom near the kitchen, and my dad is sitting at his laptop >I head over to the counter where dad is and set down my bag next to a seat >I take my binder out of my bag, leaving only my laptop and charger "Hey, Blu, you and your father will have to leave very soon, okay?" mom says "Yeah, sure thing, mom." >My dad says nothing and stares at his computer screen, scrolling through the Grudge Report "What do you want to eat, Blu?" "Ah, just some granola bars is fine." >As mom heads to the pantry, dad looks to me "Blu, why didn't you respond to our texts, again?" "I never got any texts." >A pause >My mom puts two granola bars in front of me "Thanks, mom." I quietly say "Alright, so trotphone clearly isn't cutting it..." >As I tear open one package I eye dad inquisitively "Hmm?" "We're probably gonna get you a smartphone." Dad says as I bite into the granola bar >WHAT >YEEBOI.JPEG "Probably a Croaker with unlimited data." mom says >EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE >Contain yourself, Blu "Huh, neat." >I bite into the granola bar again "Alright, Blu, we're gonna be leaving in 10 minutes." Dad says "Alright." >As Mom and Dad talk, I finish my granola bar, and then eat the other. >When I'm done, I get a drink of water, go back to the table, and drink slowly "Alright, Blu, lets go." Dad says >I sling the backpack over my shoulder >Dad and I walk through the door to the garage, and as I head to the fridge for 2 root beers, Dad opens the garage >I quickly follow Dad to his sedan, and as he starts it up, I open the door and hop in the passenger seat >As I get in, I put my backpack in the back seats >After I close the door, Dad starts to pull away from the garage door >I buckle up and consider opening a root beer, but decide against it, saving it for later, and put the root beers in the cupholder >Dad doesn't buckle up until we get to the end of the driveway, and as we pull out and turn left, I decide to see if I can slip in a few winks of sleep >I reach forward to pull the bar under the lip of the seat with my left hoof and reach back for the lever between the door and the seat with my right >I get a grip on both and pull up, lean back and kick off the floor, throwing the seat backwards and the leaning the back to it's limit, and as the seat slams into the end of the rail, I bring my forelegs up behind my head, cross my hind legs, and close my eyes, trying to let the rumbling of the road lull me to sleep >Hmmmm...   >...   "Blu, wake up." "Mmmmmmph..." "BLU. GET UP." "Shit, we here already?" "Yeah, get up." >I open my eyes and see that we're in a parking lot at the side of a building >Dad turns off the engine, jerks the parking brake, and opens his door as I unbuckle myself and reach back for my bag >I sit upright, and slip on the backpack, and grab the root beers, placing them in the hoodie's pockets >I open the door and hop out sideways and trot along the sidewalk to the front door of the police station >I catch up to Dad at the front door, and he opens one of the glass and wood doors >I walk in and am greeted by her >She's sitting in a cheap seat in the lobby, her head turned downwards, eyes lidded >At the sound of the door opening, her ears perk up, and she turns to me with a smile "Blu!" "Hey, Sierra!" >I trot over to her as she gets up, and before I'm halfway there she's borderline cantering to me >She opens up and almost lunges for a hug >I get ready to receive, and brace for her weight >She quickly wraps her forelegs around my neck, and I wrap mine around her torso >The shock of her momentum almost puts me off balance, but I manage to avoid that >She lays her head on my right shoulder and I feel her tight hold >A warm, comforting feeling flows through me >I close my eyes and lean into her neck >I stay there a moment, listening to our breathing >I decide to loosen my grip a moment and see if she wants to disengage >She loosens her grip too, and pulls back, slipping her hooves across my back and to a position gripping my shoulders, and I pull my forelegs back to grip her sides >We stare into eachother's eyes a moment, smiling >God, she's cute >She opens her mouth to say with lidded eyes and a smile, "I didn't know you were going to show up the same tim-" >I smirk like a jackass and boop her nose with my left hoof while overlapping her side of the conversation, saying as quickly as possible, "Your next line is 'Did you plan this?'" "-e I did. Did you pla-" >At that moment, her eyes snap fully open and her mouth opens in shock, and a smile quickly spreads across her face "Did you plan this?" she finishes, smirking at me with a slight giggle mixed in "Damn straight!" I say, chuckling like an asshole, "I plan everything..." >The hoof I booped her with shoots to the ceiling as my rear legs spread to shoulder width, and my head snaps back with a massive smile "From the very beginning!" I laugh >We're both laughing now, and Sierra hugs me again "I love you so much..." she sighs in my ear "I love you too, sweetie..." >She squeezes a little tighter, and I do the same >We both release and land on all fours, facing the wall where the chairs are "So, did you actually plan this?" Sierra says as she starts leading towards the seats "Actually, yeah. This is probably the one time you'll ever see me manage to pull off a plan." I laugh >As she sits down I take off my bag >After sitting down next to her I unzip my bag and reach for my laptop "What about that prediction just now?" she asks "Nah, I just ad libbed that. Did you get the refence?" "No, actually, sorry." she giggles "Bah, no worries." I say with a smile >I pull the laptop out and boot it up, and look up to see Dad at the front desk, talking to the secretary about our... appointment? >Is that what it would be called? >I don't fuckin' know >All I know is I'm here with Sierra "Hey, what's that smell?" Sierra asks >Oh shit, am I sweating? >I sniff the air a moment >Nothing "Are you wearing colongue?" she asks "No...?" >She starts sniffing the air >lolwut.png >I giggle a little, a bit nervous about what's going on >You know that awkward expression you see with that pic of Constable Stanza? Yeah, that's what my expression is right now >She leans in towards my head, and I lean away a little in confusion, with forced laughter and an awkward smile on my face >She keeps leaning in and closes her eyes, and as her nose meets my mane, she takes a quick sniff "Uuuhhh... Okay...?" I say, chuckling awkwardly >She opens her eyes "Your mane smells wonderful..." >Uuuuuuuuuh "Yeah, I, uh, think it's the shampoo..." >She leans in again with a smile and HOLY SHIT >Lightning shoots through me as she sniffs my neck >I've always been extremely... sensitive there, so to speak, or at least since I first learned about cartoid arteries and such >Any time somepony mentions major blood vessels or touches, oxygen flow, and similar topics, I get a ticklish sensation there and along the inside of my legs, where the major blood vessels are, and I get an anxious, worried feeling in my chest, and an urge to swish my tail underneath me, cross my legs, lift my shoulders, and press my wings against my back >I guess that reading that scene with the US double agent getting killed by those gopniks in Robin of Russia really left some real fear of blood loss in me >Shit, I oughta calm down >It's Sierra >You trust her, Blu >I take a slow, quiet, deep breath to calm myself >She starts leaning into me even further and even starts nuzzling me >Oh >Oh... >Her nuzzling transitons into her pushing her head into a comfortable position using my shoulder as a headrest, fading the instinct out, leaving behind a comfy feeling "Mmmmmm..." she hums contentedly >With the anxiousness gone, I wrap my wings and forelegs around her for a hug "Hey, what's in your pocket?" Sierra says, recoiling slightly "Oh shit, I forgot about the root beers." >I retract my left foreleg and pull a can of root beer out of my left pocket >Still cold >Nice >Gotta love hoodies >Half balancing, half holding the can, I reach for the other one "Why did you bring two?" "Huh... I dunno. You want one?" "That would be nice. Are you sure?" "Yeah, take one." >As she takes her can from my left hoof, I pull one out of my right pocket >We both pop the tabs, and I lift my can a little, as though to toast >She takes notice and lifts her's up to mine "To... a peaceful life oooofff... prosperity and love, I guess?" I propose "To a prosperous love." She rephrases >I suppose that's an agreement "Cheers." I confirm, and with that, we bump our drinks gently and bring them to our lips >As the cold, sweet, slightly bitter liquid flows over my tounge and I close my eyes, I sense Sierra slightly recoiling from her drink >I open my eyes, lower my can, and glance at her, wondering what the problem was "Gah, it's bitter!" she gasps >I raise an eyebrow, and suddenly she blushes and looks at me "Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to be rude I just spoke too soon and-!" >I guess it's my turn to calm her nerves "It's fine, it's fine! No offense taken. Not everyone enjoys bitter stuff like this." "No I mean I liked it and all it's just the bitterness it really was surprising and-" "Don't worry, I get it. You prefer sweet to bitter, that's all." "No offense taken?" She says as she sets the can on the bench "None at all, honey..." I say, pulling her into a hug, both hooves and wings, careful not to spill on her >She squeezes me back, and we stay that way a while, before suddenly I hear a deep commanding voice "BLU." Dad snaps, jerking my attention to him >Me and Sierra both look to him "Sorry, I was talking to him." Dad tells Sierra >Dad looks to me and starts addressing me "Blu, I'm going to work, your mother will be here to pick you up at one. If any of the police officers come to get you, follow their orders immedietly. Follow the directions from the mare at the front desk, DON'T CAUSE A SCENE." Dad commands "Understood." I confirm. "Alright, I'll see you later." "See you, Dad." >As Dad walks out the door, I wave, goodbye, and then turn my head back to Sierra "Whelp, I guess that's that." I say with a smile "Yeah. So, why did you bring a laptop?" "Well, I was thinking that while we talk, we could play around with a few simulators, listen to some music, you know? What do you think?" "That sounds good, actually." >I scoot up closer to her with a smile and begin pulling up PSP, and as it loads, I pull up all my music "Oh!" she chirps, and points to a certain song >Fly Me To The Moon, by Frozen Starlight >A quick glance at the neighboring songs and I realize I have a good dozen similar songs ranging from jazz to do-wop >Man, for a metalhead, I sure do have a lot of easy stuff... >The play count says... >HOLY SHIT >4074 plays? "You enjoy that song too?" Sierra asks >A quick check on the metal section says that Raining Blood has only 306 plays "Uhh, yeah, I guess so." I reply "I figured that you would be more into things like rock and rap." she giggles "Actually I'm more into stuff like hard metal and whatnot, but I guess I enjoy some classics, too." I chuckle "Metal? What genres?" >Oh shit, she's into metal! >And not a poser! >Oh hell yeah, dude! "Oh, stuff like viking, black, death, sometimes just the softer stuff like heavy metal, maybe a little thrash, stuff like that, you know?" "Oh, maybe we can listen to some stuff like that later." She smiles. "Maybe we could listen to some quieter stuff for now?" >Meh, not like we need to jump into the Sons of War and High On Fire right away "Yeah, that sounds nice." >Sooooo, I guess I'll just go with the one she pointed to at first >A poke on the screen and a quick punch of the enter button and the snare begins to tup-tup-tutup away >I realize this is a recording where the snare lasts for a good 35 seconds before the main course starts up >Sierra closes her eyes and bobs her head to the beat >I watch her and bob my head too >I feel almost like a kid, content and warmhearted >Sierra begins to stand up and pull my hoof with her >I set down my drink and let her lead me, not knowing what she's doing >She stops, and reaches for my other hoof, and she begins to guide it arou- >Oh >A dance? >Alright >I think back to some things I picked up years ago from random books and slide my right hoof to her left hip >She smiles and puts her left hoof on my shoulder >Ohboyherewego.mp4 >I've never danced before, but damned if I won't try >Sierra begins swaying her hips, and I follow >As the vocals begin I start to panic a little >No turning back though ~Fly me to the moon~ >I smile nervously and step to the left and forward >Hopefully I'm doing this right >Sierra follows, too slow to avoid our chests coming together >Whoops, not room for Jesus! >Whatashame.mp3 ~Let me play among the stars~ >I step back at this point, guiding her, our eyes locked >As she comes to me I sidestep and guide her past me, putting some distance between us, and let go of her hip >As she steps back, I see some confusion in her face for a moment >Trust overwhelms her confusion as I lift my left hoof, along with her right, and she follows the cliche, doing a slow spin >I panic a little as her wing comes towards me, so I hunch my back a little to give it some clearance for a moment, and as it passes me, I feel relieved ~Let me see what spring is like on,~ >Sierra comes towards me halfway through a second spin, crossing her hooves across her chest, bringing her back towards my chest as I plan our next move >We come together, and I sidestep to the left as she grasps my right hoof, which has come across her right shoulder, meeting her left hoof >As we spin around again, Sierra continues to spin right on her own axis, raising both pairs of our hooves over her head, and I have to dodge her right wing carefully >We both now face eachother again, and I take the lead on our next movement by releasing her left hoof hoof and sliding my right back towards her hip while I bring my left back out to the side, closing the distance between our chests again >I get a rather risky idea and decide to slip my right hoof between Sierra's left engine and wing and wrap it around her >Her face shifts to an expression of confusion and unease as I lift, using my hind legs for some added clearance between her hind hooves and the ground, doing my best to be gentle >I realize what I'm doing might be rather alarming, so I quickly mesh my wings together behind her, and lift up against... >No. This isn't lewd. You may want this to be lewd, but no it isn't. This is no lewder than a 4 hoof carry, or 2 ponies on a single bike with axle pegs. ~Jupiter and Mars.~ >As my intermeshed feathers lift her up by her buttocks and my right hoof lifts her up and stabilizes her, she looks to me and smiles >She's definitely got some weight, but I can handle it well enough >BUTWAITTHERESMOAR.png >I smile back and begin to twirl us to the left, pivoting on my left hoof >As we pass 180 degrees I shift to my right hoof and bring us another 180 degrees >At 90 degrees more, we glide to a stop, and I lower her to the ground >I feel somewhat cocky, so as I bring my right hoof back to her hip, I lean forward, sliding my left hind hoof forward, against her right, nudging it inwards towards my right hoof and her left, and bring my right wing up across her flank and behind her back, and follow up by flicking my left wing out behind her, and begin to brace all my muscles >She panics and and clutches the area just below the base of my neck and my hind legs begin to do a split, my right driving forward and my left staying anchored to the ground ~In other words,~ >I do my best to be reassuring with my body language, and at that moment my left wing takes the blunt impact as the flute whistles and Sierra flinches, gripping tighter >Our combined weight puts a horrific amount of strain on my left wing, but I manage to support both of us enough to begin gliding to a stop ~Hold my hoof.~ >We finally stop, and the awkward angle my wing is bent at makes it quiver a little, but I manage to hold us ~In other words,~ >Sierra's head is inches from the ground, but she's relaxed enough to simply lay on my right wing and dangle from her right hoof >I slowly lower us an inch more and then begin to focus ~Baby, kiss me.~ >I throw all my strength into throwing us back on our hooves, pushing through my wing and right hind leg >We come up fast, and the moment I feel Sierra has her balance, I retract my wings and place my right hoof back on her hip >I decide that my call is over, and it's time for her response ~Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more.~ >I do my best to imply that she has the controls, while simply swaying our hips and slowly meandering around >Sierra is still a bit startled by the dip, and acts a bit unsure of her footing ~You are all I long for, all I worship, and adore.~ >Sierra reluctantly begins to gently guide us, and she starts to smile more ~In other words,~ >We're slowly moving around, sorta like we're orbiting one onother counter clockwise ~Please be true.~ >As the brass section begins to call, I try to take the lead a bit, and guide her to take some decent steps while I move in somewhat more sweeping motions, gliding my left hind leg out farther in our orbits, creating a path where I orbit her more than she orbits me ~In other words, I love you.~ >The bridge starts, and Sierra and I start to finally get a better feel for eachother >We finally begin to sync up, and now we aren't trying to guide eachother >We glide effortlessly around with eachother, and our orbit feels natural ~Fill my heart with song; let me sing forever more;~ ~You are all I long for, all I worship, and adore.~ >Sierra lets go of my shoulder, and pulls away >She smiles brightly like a schoolfilly, and does a little spin, holding my left hoof >I smile back, and this time, I more easily dodge her wings >She comes back and we get back into our respective positions ~In other words,~ >I wrap my wings around her again, and just like before, create a seat from my feathers >I press my wings on her thighs, and she gets the idea ~Please, be true;~ >I lift her up just enough to clear her hind hooves from the ground, and begin to twirl us counterclockwise as the brass and drums beat and call together >Sierra and I gaze into one another's eyes, smiling widely ~In other words;~ >I slow our spin and set Sierra down, and she glides into another twirl >Halfway through the twirl, she stops and comes back, so I have to dodge her right wing twice >I don't really mind dodging her wings, it just comes as part of the package >Once you get used to it, it really doesn't have to be considered all that hard >Sierra comes back and we again get into position ~In other words,~ >We orbit a little more, and I decide to end the waltz with a little something special >I bring my wings under her wings and intermesh the feathers behind her back, creating something like a hammock, and begin to lean forward and draw her balance onto my wings >She lays back on my wings, and I bring her as close to me as possible, releasing her left front hoof to hold her up >Our spin means that her lower body slips to my right side, pressed against my right hip >Meanwhile, her hooves reach across my back to join together behind my neck ~"I love..."~ I sing along, gazing into her eyes >I bring my right hoof off her hip and snake it up along her chest >The piano plinks away, and my right hoof caresses her cheek >On the third note, it stops and lifts up in front of her muzzle, posed like a cobra ready to strike >She glances at it a moment before bringing her eyes back to me and smiling with lidded eyes ~"You."~ I say with a sense of finality, as though I was finishing a speech, and at that very note, my right hoof boops her, almost like the period at the end of a sentence >Sierra brings her left hoof away from my neck and brings it to my right hoof, and from there guides it way from her nose and to her neck, just along the left side of her jaw >She pulls on my neck with her right hoof, and... >Well, I think I know where this is going >We both close our eyes and tilt our heads to the left slightly as I lift my wings up higher >Our lips meet gently, and I caress her neck slightly >So this is what it's like, huh? >A dance and a kiss... >God, I could stay this way forever >As cliche as it is, I can't help but notice how soft her lips are >It's like there's not muscle or cartilidge or tendons there, like they're just tiny, warm pillows >I'm not sure if my lips feel the same >I'd be willing to bet not >Mine probably feel like... memory foam, I guess >Eugh... I hope that they don't feel like that... >We stay held together like that, holding one another as I try to be as affectionate as possible with my right hoof, just rubbing her neck >Eventually, though, we pull apart >We both open our eyes, and smile, nicely, our eyes lidded >I stop with her neck and brush her left cheek with my hoof >I decide to lift her to her hooves, and when I'm sure she has her footing, I slide my right hoof down her left side as her left hoof releases it, back to her hip >We gaze at one another for a while with bright smiles and half open eyes >Sierra pulls me close, and wraps her left hoof over my right shoulder, squeezing me tight >I wrap my right hoof around her, underneath her wing, and bring my left hoof under her right front leg, and squeeze her back with both my forelegs and my wings >I close my eyes, and feel her lean on me >She sighs contentedly "I love you..." I say "I love you too..." >We squeeze eachother a little tighter, and then gently begin to lower ourselves to the floor >I open my eyes, and we release on another >I hold Sierra's right hoof as we turn to the seats where we left the computer and walk