>WOOSH!
>FHWEW!
>WAZOOP!
>SH…SHAM…SHAZOOM!
>You and Sweetie fly through the air, her screaming all the way.
>**Sir, are you sure It’s best to be doing this without her strapped on?**
[Shaddap Jahvise, I know what I’m doing.]
>Without warning, Sweetie punches you and stops screaming.
[What the heck, Sweetie!]
>You fly in silence.
[Sweetie?]
>**Sir, my scanners and noise filters say Sweetie Belle is currently falling.**
>Your eyes confirm his information when you turn your head.
>There she is, falling to her doom.
>…
>Woops.
>The silence continues while you continue flying.
[Meh.]
>**Sir, do I need to remind you what her SISTER is liable to do should she discover what you’re doing?**
[Jahvise, did you really think I would let her die?]
>Your jets point ahead of you, stopping your forward motion and send you back/
[I was just seeing if you had a heart. Daddys proud!]
>**Sweetie Belle is currently 500 feet from the ground.**
[Jahvise, route all power to foot thrusters.]
>**Yes Sir.**
>The jets from your feet shout with power.
>Your form becomes a golden streak in the air.
>**400 feet, 300 feet, 50 feet. Oh dear…**
>Seconds before she becomes ground pancakes, you scoop her up in your arms and slam into the dirt yourself.
>Your body acts like a surf board for Sweetie Belle.
>**Rock.**
>Luckily your armor protects you from getting seriously injured, but you’re still tossed around a bit.
>Then a head ache begins setting in.
>The once happy filly in your arms is now a shivering mass of fur.
>Her eyes are wide, only colored by two tiny green dots in the centers.
[Hows that for a joy ride? Come on, I heard you screaming!]
>You nudge her.
>She continues shaking.
[Oh come on.]
>You shake her
>Her own shaking is multiplied ten fold.
>…
[Meh.]
>You set her down, get up, and leave.
>*Sir, are you really leaving her there?**
[What? We’re only like a mile away from Ponyville.]
>**Sir.**
[FIIIINE!]
>Picking her up and walking 10 more feet towards Ponyville, you set her down again and leave.
>**And what will you do when somepony realizes she was with you, Sir?**
[Say she went home or something? Besides we can pass this off as a dream anyway. Who will believe I flew off with her and let her fall 5000 feet?]
>You shoot off into the air again.
>The cave’s open mouth awaits your person.
>Your footsteps sound through It’s emptiness.
>You really did never clean it.
>Looking around, you see various metal scraps and tools lying everywhere.
>The 4 tables are all littered with papers and blue prints. Next to each is a separate mannequin based on your own body that Rarity made for you.
>They used to be home to the main 4 armor sections you were building.
[Ah, memories.]
>You sit on a chair.
>It instantly breaks underneath your weight.
[Hm.]
>After rubbing a rock down into a chair-like form, you rest on that and uncover the paint can.
[Jahvise, take a scan of the arm. I want to know how many layers of paint go in the cut so It’s nice and smooth.]
>The scratch on your arm glows blue in your vision before turning into a wire frame.
>The frame is pulled out and displayed in a top quadrant of your mask.
[So that’s about…3 layers. Not much.]
>You begin the long process of carefully painting in the scratch.
>The paintbrush makes looong, steaaady strokes along the gash in your arm.
>Jahvise and you have a pleasant conversation while you do this.
>By nightfall, the scratch is filled in, paint dried, and you’re looking good as new.
[Alright! Well Jahvise, that was a long day. What do you say we hit the hay?]
>**Funny, Sir.**
>Oh yeah, horses.
>Ha.
[Now to hop out of this armor and go to…]
>Wait a minute.
[Jahvise?]
>**Yes?**
[I don’t recall how to exit the suit.]
>**You cant, Sir. Your designs did not include a ‘out’, only a ‘in’.**
>Jesus cake-baking Christ.
>You slump down in the rock and sigh.
[Jahvise?]
>**Still here, Sir.**
[Bring up the flippin’ blueprints. We have to make some changes.]
>You knock on your arm.
>**Right away, Sir.**
>A small folder pops up on your screen. From it sprout a million and a half blue pages with small white lines and unreadable text on them.
[Jahvise, really?]
>**Only doing what you asked, Sir.**
>The files are sucked back into the folder, save for one.
>The plans to the helmet.
>**Shall I play some music, Sir?**
[I don’t remember programming music into you.]
>**There were several books on music that you had me scan. I could replay the songs for you using the notes.**
[Oh well, sure. Thanks.]
 
>You begin to bend the first pieces of metal into shape.
>This time it is much easier. With the aid of the original armor, you no longer need to use the forge.
>What to turn to forge into THOUGH. A pool? A bed?
>There’ll be time to contemplate that later. For now, work.
>After shaping the outside shell, you began working on the circuits of the inside.
>Jahvise also helped you make a few improvements to the design and saved them in a new file.
>Eventually and exponentially faster than before, you had a new helmet ready.
>It was quite acceptable even though you spent maybe 10 hours working on it.
[Jahvise, why don’t you upload yourself to that while I sleep?]
>**Of course, Sir.**
>A small progress bar appeared in the center of your mask.
>Your eyes began to close once it hit 1%
>You awoke the next morning, er, afternoon, to a completed arm and leg sitting on your table.
>Dafuq?
>Even their insides were finished, right down to the wiring.
>The eyes on your new Helmet started flashing.
[Jahvise why are those flashing?]
>…
>No response.
[Oh yeah! You moved yourself!]
>Your eyes caught the “Download Complete” message in the bottom corner.
>You dig your fingers into the helmet and begin to pull it apart.
>It was very painful emotionally.
>Seeing all your heard work literally torn to shreds before your eyes.
>The screen cracked, wires snapped, you and you began to truly hear the silence.
>Setting the beauty down on the table gently, you put on the new helmet.
>It was decided right there that the forge would become your hall of armor.
Jahvise? Are you the one *click* [that was flashing the eyes?]
>**Sir, wonderful to see you again, and yes. I was trying to inform you that some of your friends came by last night.**
[And?]
>**Rarity wanted to thank you for taking care of Sweetie Belle. You were right, nopony believed her.**
>A smile grows on your insides.
>Then disappears.
[Wait, how did you talk to them? And how did these armor pieces get here?]
>**Once my download was complete, I informed them to put on the helmet as I have you. I told them you were sleeping, that I would relay the message to you in the morning, and shortly after that we would begin making more armor. They offered to help so I told them what to do.**
[And they could bend the metal?]
>**Magic, remember?**
[Oh yeah.]
>**Also, no need to worry about your designs leaking, Sir. I kept their instructions clear enough so they could build those two specific parts, nothing more.**
>He was so thoughtful. You couldn’t have asked for a better robot computer butler thing.
>The rest of the day was spent building the rest of the Mark II.
>Jahvise helped you edit the plans as you went which mostly revolved around making a ‘out’ option available.
>**Sir, what are we to do about the power source? Your current cannot sustain a reasonable charge for more than a day.**
[I know, I know. For now I’ll have to just replace this one until I can build a new source.]
>You walk over to a cabinet and open the drawer.
>Inside it is a small pink light about the size of your fist.
>After ripping the chest plate from your body and replacing the old battery with the new one, moving the suit becomes easier again.
>**Estimated power time: 30 Hours.**
>Although the suit wasn’t needed to create the power source, you still felt safer in it.
>Like a super-security blanket that covered your entire body…filled with lasers.
[Don’t judge me.]
>**Excuse me?**
[Nothing.]
>**Right then. As I was saying then, perhaps a magic conductor would be a nice home for the energy. Unicorn horns for example seem the be very efficient for storing massive quantities of energy.**
[Jahvise, that’s magic, not science.]
>Still though, he has a point. You made a mental note to yourself for it.
>When you turned around, you saw Twilight and Rainbow Dash at the entrance of the cave.
[Um, hi. What are you doing here?]
>”Well the technology in your suit fascinated me and Jakmis only told us so much, so I wanted to talk with you too.” Twilight smiled.
>**It’s Jahvis, Miss.**
[You’re soundproofed, remember? She cant here you.]
>**Ah yes.**
>”And *I* wanted another race!” Dash stepped forward, stomping her hoof down.
[As much as I would love to entertain you both, and believe me I really want to show off right now, I cant. I’m busy with something.]
>You gesture to the Mark II. It’s complete except for the helmet which you’re wearing and the power source is missing.
[As you can see, I don’t have time to chit-chat. Sorry.]
>Twilight walked in anyway and looked at the suit in awe.
>A bit of drool forming at the side of her mouth.
[Can I help you?]
>She backs up when you lean on the unfinished armor and look down at her.
>”Whats missing?”
>A tap to your battery is all the answer she needs.
>”Well maybe I can help.”
>Dash flies in and lands next to Twilight, stretching her wings out. Wow, you forgot how much she hates being ignored.
>”I can help too!”
>You stifle a laugh. The cave stays silent for a minute.
>The only light inside it comes from your chest and the outside world, making it difficult to see their faces.
[A-as much as I-he-he would LOVE for PFFFFFT!! That, I’m afraid it’s a bit to complicated for you.]
>As if seeing their faces wasn’t hard enough before, now It’s impossible since you’ve turned around and put a hand to the helmet where your mouth would normally be, snickering.
>”I’m pretty good with machines too Anon!” Twilight says. You can hear a sliver of sadness in her voice.
[Twilight, I’ve seen the lab in your library. Theres more complicated stuff in preschools back on Earth than that, let alone this suit.]
>If you had soul-vision available in your helmet, you’re sure you would have seen hers break.
>**Sir, maybe you should just humor her. It’s not as if you have any idea what you’re doing either.**
>He has a point. Damn him and his good ideas.
>Biting your lip, you give in.
[Fine. Twilight?]
>She looks up at you with a cracked poker face.
[Would like like to heeeEH HEL. Would you like to heeeeeLLLELELELE] Ahem. [Would you like to heeeeeelp. Yeah, would you like to help? M-me?]
>Her smile brighten the room.
>”Oh YES! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!”
>Her eyes dart open and look to you and Rainbow.
>”I-I mean…yes. Thank you.”
>Rainbow stomps out, very dissatisfied.
>”I wonder whats up with her.” Twilight says right before Dash takes off at super speeds.
[Gee, I can only wonder.]
>Twilight turns to you and pokes your chest.
>”Now what to do about this.”
[I was hoping to build something self-sustaining so I wouldn’t have to keep making more. If not that, something that can last a long time would be good.]
>Her lips pucker as she thinks.
>”Mayyyybe…have you tried mag—“
[No magic.]
>”OK. Well what about electricity? My lab runs on it.”
[Any electrical generator smaller than a house would barely power a gauntlet, forget about a entire suit.]
>**Sir, may I remind you about the magic conductor purposed?**
[Fine, fine.]
>”What?”
[Jahvise thinks something like a unicorn horn could store the power for the armor.]
>Twilight cringes and rubs her horn.
>”Well, they are awfully good at storing magic.”
>You get up and walk over to the table you put the first battery on.
>Picking it up, you walk over Twilight.
[Hold this.]
>You smash it down on her horn.
>It begins to glow brightly as sparks fly from it and into Twilight’s being.
>**Sir, the amount of power flowing into Miss Sparkle’s horn is much more than was left in the battery when it was last in use.**
>The transfer went on for another minute or so. When you removed the battery at last, her horn was smoking and red.
>The purple in her eyes was also…brighter.
>She looks dazed for a minute. After shaking her head, she looks to the once dimly glowing disc in your hand.
>It’s dead, Jim.
>”That was…something else.”
[Maybe this actually could work…]
>You look to Twilight.
[Wait, what unicorn would be willing to donate their horn? Even then It’s not like we would get it right the first time so we’d need MULTIPLE horns.]
>”I might be able to find a way around that actually.” Twilight looks to you, smiling.