Title:           Thread 7: Stories 46-60
Author:          PrincessApplejack
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First Edit:      Wednesday 5th of March 2014 07:22:15 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 5th of March 2014 07:22:15 PM CDT

 
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>Celestia
"Twilight"
'77'
*Spike*
~~~~~
>So, I'm interested to hear a progress report from the two of of you.
 
'We've lost six guards in the past week. Making for nearly eighty since you hired me'
 
>My stars, have you been killing them?!
 
'No, they're deserting like cowards.'
 
>I see... What about those remaining?
 
'They've still got a long way to go. But there's a few of them, maybe a dozen or so who show promise. They have a sort of fire in their eye, I think their sanity is leaving them but the rest of them isn't backing down.'
 
>That's... Good? Twilight?
 
"Well, Shiny's refusing to donate any blood, so clones are out of the question. I managed to make a few, prototype robots but they're not looking very promising. Flash is refusing to return my calls so I can't remove the rest of The Power Guard project from him. But on the upside, weapons development has only improved, I've made some great new guns and Spike gives them rave reviews! Also, Applejack 2 gave me some great idea, but I don't have all the details yet.
 
>Can we mass produce the guns?
 
"Eh, only the older ones based on human world guns. Also they'll need to be modified."
 
>Perfect. Spike, I have a job for you.
 
*Huh? Princess, I told you I'm not killing anyone for you anymore*
 
>You're not. But I want you to train the royal guard on how to shoot.
 
*And if I refuse?*
 
>You lose out on getting a seventh paycheck.
 
*Sold!*
 
'Let me know when you're having these lessons, I'd like to orientate myself with this new tech as well.'
 
>As long as you don't begin shooting up the place again. Otherwise, despite setbacks, commend your efforts. The new direction for the Royal Guard will be quality over quantity.
 
'You know, Princess, I'm starting to like you.'
 
>Thank you, now who wants to join me in an evil laugh.
 
>'*"Mwahahahahah!"*'
 
meanwhile...
 
[Shiny, why did you just shudder?]
 
{I don't know, Caddy... I don't know.}
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>Applejack
"Spike"
-???-
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>So, ya'll are going to teach the guard how to use guns?
 
"Yep."
 
>Ah don't know why, but it just don't set right with me.
 
"Not sure what could go wro-"
 
>Uh, sugarcube, is that dot on your head supposed to be there?
 
The two stood in silence for a brief moment before Applejack tackled Spike to the ground, as a loud bang resonated in the distance.
 
>Are ya'll alright.
 
"SON OF A BITCH, THAT FUCKING BASTARD SHOT ME IN THE LEG!"
 
>That could've been your HEAD!
 
"IT STILL HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER! GET A DOCTOR!"
 
Applejack picks up Spike and runs away from the window.
 
Off in the distance, a blond-haired, white unicorn curses to himself.
 
-I'll get you soon enough, dragon, and that filthy usurping mudpony, too.-
 
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>AJ56
“Diamond Tiara”
~~~~~~~
 
>I think this is the first day I’m walking to school and absolutely no one’s giving me a sneer! Now all’s I need is a nice, fat plot and I can-
 
*chak*
 
“Did someone call for a nice, fat plot?”
 
Still smiling, 56 froze when he felt the cold end of a gun press itself to the back of his head.
 
>That Spike’s gun? It feels like Spike’s gun.
 
“It’s been commandeered by me for awhile in a little trade of sorts. All this time I’ve been trying rockets and projectiles… maybe what your chitinous hide needs is some up close and personal love.”
 
>Ya know, when I said ‘nice, fat plot’ and you suddenly showed up? Gotta say, I’m feeling mighty dejected right now.
 
*BANG!*
 
56 shot forward a couple inches with his ears ringing and a prickling sensation radiating throughout his skull.
 
>That tickles!
 
“...oh, come on! You’re still alive?!”
 
>Are you still a flatflank?
 
*BANG!*
 
>Wow, right between my eyes! You must mean business! Too bad you can’t put enough effort into fixing that bone you call a butt!
 
*BANG!*
 
>Boy, the mosquitos are bitin’ hard this morning!
 
*BANG!*
 
>Is that large gun supposed to compensate for your lack of a-
 
*BANG!*
 
>Right through the hole!
 
*BANG!*
 
With the way his head suddenly shot back, one would think 56 had really been injured. But no. When he glanced at DT, still smirking, she was dismayed to see that he’d caught the bullet between his teeth.
 
>Ptoo… Ugh, bullets taste nasty….
 
“You’ve got to be fuckin’ me….”
 
>Not with that puny plot I won’t be!
 
“Why you-”
 
*POP!*
 
“OWWWW! My eye! Son of a-”
 
>Well, flatflank, you look a bit busy being in pain so I’ll just be on my way now. I think I see Silver over there! Hey, silver booty! Wait up! Can you do that chocolate milk thing again?
 
“So… much… hate….”
 
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>Spike
"Celestia"
'Various (written)'
~~~~~
Spike wakes up in the hospital
 
>Ugh... please tell me that damn mosquito bite didn't put me under?
 
"*Snort* Huh? What- Spike! You're awake!"
 
>Celestia, have you been here the whole time?
 
"No... Not exactly. I switched off with Twilight, who switched off with Applejack, when it comes time I intend to switch off with Luna."
 
>You're kidding, Twilight left her lab?
 
"Spike, you were shot."
 
>Not the first time.
 
"With an anti-material rifle. You had bone fragments lodged in your chest cavity."
 
>... I've had worse-
 
Celestia suddenly hugs him and begins crying
 
"No, Spike... Just no. We're looking for the bastard who did this. But until then, please, don't take stupid risks or do something like try to get back to work."
 
That was when Spike noticed the dozens of cards, the flowers, the balloons, and the well-wishes from friends.
 
'Spikey wikey, please come back to us. I'm cutting my spending, I'm giving my money back to the ponies who need it, I'm making clothing for charity, I won't ever bother you again, just please stay with us! -Rarity'
 
'Shiny says you weren't feeling so good, so I tried to bring you marchamalleys but the doctor wouldn't let me bring them in so Shiny said we'll get a whole big bag for you when you get out. But he said I should write a card for now. -2'
 
'Try to get better soon, Spike, you've still got a campaign to DM and need to calm down 42. She doesn't want to admit it but she's worried about. I'll visit as often as work allows but you and Applejack taught me some bad habits -SA'
 
'Despite your hand in my current state, or rather because of it, I wish for a speedy recovery, and justice on your assailant. Namely the sort which involves them impaled anus first on a pike. -Sombra'
 
Those and a dozen more like them reminded how alone Spike truly wasn't among ponies.
 
>I'm not crying, I'm not crying, I'm not crying-
 
"I am."
 
>... Dammit...
 
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>Spike
"Applejack"
'Twilight'
*Celestia*
~~~~~
"Git back in that bed!"
 
>Dammit, woman, I have work to do!
 
*No, you don't! You have MY work to do that I will be doing! But not if you don't march your gem fattened, scaly ass right back into that recovery room!*
 
'How tha hay does someone wit' an injured leg an' half-our size struggle so damn much?'
 
"Oh, good, Spike! You're up!"
 
'Twiligh'! Thank goodness, talk some sense inta Spike! He ain' even fully stopped bleedin' an' he's insistin' on gettin' back ta work!'
 
>come on, Twilight, I once filed the library while suffering from pneumonia, I can handle a mosquito bite.
 
*Your leg was half-amputated from that shot!*
 
"Actually, I'm here to help Spike."
 
'Pardon?'
 
*What?*
 
>Really?
 
Twilight reveals a massive and boxy-mecha.
 
"Behold! I call it the Fafnir. I was inspired by the Imperial Juggernauts of Hyperspace Hyper Wars! It's made from advanced, alchemically synthesized carbon weave and ceramic composites with a reactive armor overlay, self-evolving alloy core, and a arcano-dynamic deflection barrier! It has a grip strength powerful enough to crush diamonds, can move faster than Luna's butt in freefall, armed with rockets, high-caliber assault cannons, and a shoulder-mounted particle beam! Also comes with air-conditioning, genuine, Corinthian, heated, leather seating, AM/FM/XM radio, MP3/CD player, and ergonomic, lite-touch control scheme and intuitive systems interfacing."
 
'...'
 
*...*
 
>... You know what? I'm gonna go back to bed and rest up.
 
Spike leaves
 
'Twiligh'... Yer a genius.'
 
*THIS is why you're my favorite student! Such brilliant use of reverse psychology!*
 
Twilight quickly cycles from disappointment, nervousness, and finally a put on smile
 
"Uhh... Yeah! All according to plan!"
 
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"Hi Rarity!"
 
>A loud rumble is heard as the Neightor scale in Neighpon registers a minor 2.4 earthquake.
 
>Pinkie Pie! You know better than to startle me so!
 
>Giggling like a school filly Pinkie bounces atop of the white mass of marshmellow fluff which jiggles like a wave upon the shores of the lake in Ponyville.
>The living trampoline snorts in annoyance as she tosses her mane as a XXXL size sewing machine works under her hooves as a dress rolls off the line.
 
"Oooh thats a shiny new dress Rarity whose it for?"
 
>Yes, I had heard of Spike's stay in the hospital, it... it inspired me to return to my roots as it where.
 
"Really? How so?"
 
>Well, this line of dresses are for the foals orphanage down in the city, they had been suffering from a shortage of winter clothings.
 
"Um, Rarity? Those are dresses."
 
>Ah but you see my dear they have these dainty little stripes on the inside?
 
"Yeah?"
 
>These insulate and heat the foals while they are wearing the clothing keeping them warm when ever they need to go outside!
 
"Aren't those the things that Cowera had a solo market on?"
 
>Oh yes, it is. Why?
 
"How'd you pay for it?"
 
>Rarity looks down from the pink mare and sighes as she continues to work.
 
>I rented out my wing of the castle.
 
"What?! Who?"
 
>To this DJ pony of some renown she was wanting to enter the mar-
 
"No no not that why did you give up your wing of the castle?"
 
>W-well I was wanting to make a bit of extra money as I had slashed my cake budget in half to make the down payments on the insulator strips and I figured having a bit of income from the parties sh-
 
>Interupting the mare Pinkie wraps her forelegs around Rarity saying.
 
"Rarity...it'll be alright."
 
>Unnoticed by the white mare small droplets fall to dampen the fur of her friend.
 
>N-no it's not I-I still have to finish the order an-and S-spikey wikey is still h-hurt a-
 
"Shh...Shh it's ok Rarity."
 
>The pink earth pony holds her friend as Rarirty cries her eyes out.
>Before too long, after the mascura has been ruined and Pinkie's shoulder is damp and colored the same as her sisters does Rarity calm down.
 
>Th-thank you Dear.
 
>Smiling Pinkie giggles
 
"It's aaaall ok Rarity, everyone deserves a good cry now and again after all. Now."
 
>Pinkie whips out a harness and bit
 
"Let's get running on the track!"
 
>No Pinkie! No!
 
 
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>SA
"Chrysalis"
'Cadence'
-18-
[AJ 2]
{42}
~Sombra~
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>This is really unnecessary.
 
"Yeah! I mean, I was going to be in here anyway, but still. Overboard much?"
 
'I'm missing my hooficures!'
 
-There's no room in here!-
 
[Yaaaay! Sleepover!]
 
-It's the middle of the day!-
 
[Dayover sounds stupid.]
 
"Wouldn't it be wakeover?"
 
[I don't really sleep much in a sleepover, though.]
 
"So... should we be asleep? I am all for that."
 
-Where!? We are pressed shoulder to shoulder in this room!-
 
"It's mostly your stupid paperwork crammed in here!"
 
-Sorry some of us actually do maintenance for a freaking governance!-
 
"... I will slap you with my dictionary."
 
'Why couldn't we go into the ballroom?'
 
From outside Shining Armor's office, a slightly irritated voice calls back.
 
{Because it's full of windows!}
 
'I know, that's why I want to go there. It's so beautiful at this time in the morning.'
 
[But Caddy, its noon o' clock.]
 
'Details.'
 
-Why couldn't I just stay in my office?-
 
{Windows!}
 
-It's ONE window!-
 
>42, you're over-reacting.
 
{He was SHOT!}
 
-In Canterlot!-
 
{Oh, I'm sorry, I was unaware it was impossible to traverse long distances and move from location to location. How silly of me!}
 
>Why my office, of all places?
 
{You aren't slacking off just because someone may or may not be trying to kill you!}
 
>...
 
{Besides, this room has ONE entrance, is in the heart of the castle, and is surrounded by very sturdy crystal besides. It's the safest place by far.}
 
'So why am I here?'
 
{Because you're the princess.}
 
"So why am I here?"
 
{You're my Queen.}
 
-Why am I here?-
 
{You're Cadence's stand in most days, you're important.}
 
[Why'm I here?]
 
{You're Applejack 2.}
 
>Come on, let's get through this till the coast is clear, alright?
 
"...Fine! Hey, Shiny! Can I sit on your la-
 
-DIBS!-
 
"Screw you!"
 
-Hah! I... HEY!-
 
[I dunno what dibs mean, but Shiny has crayons.]
 
"Hah! Serves you right!"
 
'Stop bumping me!'
 
"I can't help it! It has a mind of it's own! Shiny, come over here and punish this naughty thing!"
 
>This is gonna be a looong day.
 
Outside, 42 and Sombra stood opposite on either side of the door, eyes twitching and looking for any signs of something out of the ordinary. The guard was every bit as on alert, sticking rigidly to their schedules and patrols.
 
{...Try it... just try it you bastard. Try to hurt them... watch what happens.}
 
~Trash talking only works if the assailant in question is even on the same continent, which we cannot confirm.~
 
{I don't care where they are. They know. They fucking KNOW.}
 
Her eyes narrowed.
 
{They fucking know not to touch my home.}
 
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>AJ 12
"Store pony"
~~~~~
 
"I don't think this is going to work out.'
 
>N-n-n-noooo! I c-c-c-can doooo thiiiissss
 
"I admire your drive, really. But you've only made it about sixteen feet in the last... day."
 
>I-I-I-I'm p-p-p-part-
 
"Part insect, right. Which means you are particularly vulnerable to cold."
 
>A-actually I-I-I t-t-t-think t-that's jusssst me.
 
"Sorry to hear that. But, like I said, it's not going to work out."
 
>S-s-s-s-s-s-s-shhhhhhhh
 
"I got it. You want me to wheel you out?"
 
>P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-
 
"Please. Right. Got it...."
 
>I-I-I'm stuck, aren't-t I?
 
"I'll get a chisel."
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>Twilight
"42"
'Shining armor'
*Crystal Guards*
~~~~~
"Hold it right there and not step further! The Crystal Palace is on lockdown by order of the Legate Praetorian!"
 
*Which means no one may enter at this time, we're sorry, Princess Twilight.*
 
"Assuming you even are Twilight.*
 
Twilight rolls her eyes and then levitates the entire squad, suspending them helplessly in the air
 
"Dammit! Don't just ignore me! I SWEAR IF YOU TOUCH ANY OF THEM I WILL MURDE-"
 
Twilight then sets them all down and snuffs out the attack spell 42 was charging.
 
>42, calm down. It's really me, Princess Twilight, Shiny's BBSFF?
 
"Ugh, sorry. I'm just... On edge. No one even saw Spike's attacker and your brother-"
 
>I know.
 
Twilight bursts into a smile
 
>THAT'S WHY I BROUGHT HIM THIS!
 
Once again, she reveals the Fafnir and runs down its specs.
 
'Hey, what's all the commotion- *Squeals with girlish delight!* Ohmegawd! Twily, is that an Imperial Juggernaut?!'
 
>You bet it is!
 
'Is it for me?!'
 
>Yep, to keep you safe for day to day business in the Empire.
 
Twilight's squeezed in a hug
 
'YOU'RE THE BEST! 42, can I please please please please?! *wibble*'
 
"... Ugh... Alright, just stop giving me those AJ2 eyes."
 
'YAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!'
 
And so, when Shining Armor would walk through the shadows of the valley of Death, he would fear no evil. For he now drove a seven ton machine of 'fuck you'.
 
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>Let's go Rarity flap those wings!
 
"I...*huff*...am!"
 
>A few weak flaps of the small pudgy wings on the back of the mare barely hold aloft the alicorn.
 
'Maybe...maybe if I try now that blue she-devil won't notice...'
 
>A small hint of blue magic starts to envelope Rarity before Rainbow dashes in to flick Rairty's horn with a hoof making the alicorn princess drop harder than the beat.
 
"WHAAAAHAHAHAHA!"
 
>Oh grow up you wuss its 10 feet up!
 
>Blowing off a tuft of grass from her landing as well as brushing off some dirt Rarity sniffs as she looks away from Rainbow.
 
"Why again am I doing this?"
 
>Cuz your lazy as Celestia in fixing the economy of the kingdom and Spit Shine in record keeping
 
"Spit Shine? Who is that Dear?"
 
>Spitfire, though with the amount of licking she has had to do lately I came up with a little nickname for her.
 
>Somewhere else...
 
[ACHOO!]
 
{Scuze you.}
 
[Whatever kid get back to cleaning those panties.]
 
{Yes Ma'am! Heh love your plot...}
 
>Squeaky noises can be heard from the laundry room as well as embarrassed grunts.
 
>Back to our heroines...
 
>Now try it again!
 
"Uuuugh!"
 
>Thats it! Thats it! Keep it up Rarity! Your almost off the ground!
 
"HNNNNNG!"
 
*POP*
 
*THUD*
 
"Fucking hell bitch zigger with a mule dick eating buffaloshit! OW!"
 
>Uh...thats not supposed to happen.
 
"What?! Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck!"
 
>Your wings...popped off?
 
"..."
 
>...
 
>"TWILIGHT!!!!"
 
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>Applejack
"SA"
'Cadence'
[Chrysalis]
-18-
{42}
~AJ2~
~~~~~
 
>Oh, come on!
 
"...Good morning to you too, Applejack."
 
>Ya'll are takin' this too far. Was this yer' idea, 42?
 
{What, the guards or Sombra? Both of those were my idea, yes.}
 
>No! THIS!
 
'No, I picked those drapes. I like them!'
 
>Ya'll know what Ah'm talkin' about!
 
[See? She agrees! We totally should have got guns loaded up there.]
 
"No, Chrysalis, we're not loading guns in easy reach of Two."
 
~It's funny, Applejack! I just poke it and everyone jumps!~
 
>Ah' meant this! This whole situation! Yer' all-
 
-WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP IT IS SIX IN THE MORNING!-
 
>...
 
-Sorry, I'm cranky when I don't get my coffee.
 
{She really is.}
 
'No no, please, scream louder. Not like I don't want a headache or anything.'
 
"You'd get them less if you used less hairspray."
 
'I need the volume, honey.'
 
[You're just using the wrong moisturizer, I'll pick some up later.]
 
'I thank you.'
 
>...Ya' know what? Never mind. Don't care. Jus' came ta' see how ya'll are doin', and Ah'ma take my leave.
 
"You sure you don't want to stay for breakfast?"
 
>Nope. Ah'm good, thank ye'. Have a good one.
 
'You too! Bye Applejack!'
 
[See ya.]
 
-Friggensixinthegoddamnmorning-
 
{Be safe.}
 
~Come back and visit and play candyland and make coco and do other stuff reallyreally soon kay!?~
 
>Sure. Some other time.
 
*She leaves*
 
'What do you suppose was bothering her?'
 
[Told you. Guns.]
 
~Maybe it's cause you always steal all the covers, not-mom.~
 
[Unlikely.]
 
"...I'm not ready to get out of bed, five more minutes?"
 
'Done!'
 
[Was going to do that anyway.]
 
{Oh, I suppose it couldn't hurt.}
 
~Awww, okay!~
 
-ZZzzzzzz...-
 
"Good call."
 
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>Twilight
"77"
'various/???'
~~~~~
Twilight morose by spike's bedside while he sleeps, 77 not far away with a notepad
 
"What all was taken? Do we have an estimate?"
 
>Thirty six, bolt action rifles I had mass produced for the army based on the human Mousin Nagant design, Five prototype rocket launchers, also modified expressly for pony use, and the schematics to assault rifles, sniper rifles, anti-material rifles, the rocket launchers, The Power Guard project, my robots... The hardware wasn't much but they took the schematics, whoever they are, they can build more.
 
"What limitations did you put on who could enter your lab?"
 
>It was based on a genetic key. Ideally only the other princesses, Spike, and Shiny could get in.
 
"In practice, it would be open to anyone with even some relation to you."
 
Twilight nods
 
>It's my fault this happened, I got careless, I thought I had just misplaced things like I usually do without Spike. I don't even know if this was all one theft or a dozen different ones.
 
"And your certain it's the same one as who shot Spike?"
 
>The projectile fragments matches one of my designs for an anti-material rifle... Because of me, Spike-
 
"It'll be okay, Princess. I'm working with the others to track this son of a bitch down. I'll leave you two alone for now."
 
77 gets up to leave and pauses.
 
"One more thing."
 
He sets out a 'get well soon' card for Spike along with a modest sized diamond.
 
>Thank you.
 
Meanwhile...
 
'So, do you two think you can build any of these?'
 
'Hmm... Well what do you think, dear brother of mine?'
 
'Well we're skilled with this sort of thing, we are sales ponies and right now, we're selling our skills this will run a high price-'
 
A sack of gold bits hits the table
 
'You've got opportunity to overthrow the royalty!'
 
'He's Flim!'
 
'He's Flam!'
 
'We're the infamous Flim Flam Brothers!'
 
'Political Co-conspirators Nonpareils!'
 
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>SA
"Chrysalis"
'Cadence'
-18-
[AJ 2]
{42}
~Sombra~
*Poindexter*
~~~~~
42 and Sombra walk alongside The Fafnir housing Shining Armor, 18, 2, Chrysalis, a Cadence
 
-So... Is it sad we've all got more room in this thing than we did in the bed?-
 
"Or Shiny's office"
 
'Naw, Twilight's smart like that.'
 
>Yeah, isn't this thing a beauty? That smooth feeling on your flanks? that's heated seating wrapped in genuine Corinthian leather!
 
[Shiny, what's Corinthian leather?]
 
>It's leather from Corinthia
 
[Where's Corinthia?]
 
>...
 
-...-
 
>I don't know.
 
"Are we at the store yet? I want to get that Adam Saddler movie where he dates the amnesic chick."
 
'And do you think we can get this juggernaut painted pink?'
 
>Honey, Twily gave this to me, and I'm keeping it blue and gold. Besides, pink would be lore breaking.
 
{Actually, pink is at least used by one Imperial Chapter. Blue and gold are more the colors of Sombra's army, remember?}
 
>Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! You just got into Hyperspace Hyperwars! You know nothing about the lore!
 
Sombra slips a paper through.
 
~Actually, she speaks the truth. Your current color scheme is lore breaking. I was shocked Twilight would make a such a mistake~
 
>SHUT UP! Don't make me turn this mecha around!
 
*Hey, Shining- Whoa! Is that a working Juggernaut?*
 
>Sure is!
 
*... Shouldn't it be pink?*
 
>ARGH!!!
 
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>"..." AppleJack
"..." Spike
'...' Twilight
 
---
 
>"Hey ther' loverboy, how you feeling?"
 
"...Better, but still crap, I guess."
 
>"Yeah, they managed t' remove most o' th' bone shards an' lil' bits o' bullet fragments, they've put in some metal parts fer now till ya proper heal up with the aid o' magic, then they can get rid o' the metal parts."
 
"...Sounds bad."
 
>"Naw, not really, yer healin' well, all things considered. Twilight tells me anti-material rifles are used in th' human world in wars, against tanks."
 
"Tanks? As in... Hyperspace Hyperwar tanks? Like a Baneblade?"
 
'Precisely! You're lucky to be alive, but you're very tough.'
 
>"Ah, howdy Twi."
 
'So, Spike, I asked the doctors and initially they said no because, y'know, me and experiments. But I'm going to help them as they restore your chest to proper bone and reconstruct you, properly. No machines involved, or augments, or demonic powers.'
 
"I wouldn't be opposed to that. You do get a little hectic."
 
'...I know. I just care for your safety.'
 
>"So do ah. Anyway, this was a brief visit, ah gotta get on helpin' 77 track down th' would-be-assassin."
 
"Hey. Stay safe, alright?"
 
>"Ah will, sugar. Love you, loverboy."
 
"You too, Applebutt."
 
Twilight squee's her arse off at the sight of them sharing a kiss.
 
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>77
"Celestia"
-----------------
>...so, the first potential suspects to find would be anyone with royal blood.
 
"Surely, I wouldn't be a suspect."
 
>Unfortunately, you are, but I doubt you're the culprit, I saw you two in the hospital. Now, what I need is a list, so I can mark off suspects one by one.
 
"Let's see... Luna, Cadance, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Twilight, and... myself."
 
>and Shining Armor.
 
"I guess."
 
>I'm afraid I'm going to interrogate your sister, first.
 
"Go right ahead."
 
*77 leaves the room*
 
"I can't help but feel I'm forgetting something... whatever it is, If it's my fault, I'm quitting. I'll go up to live with mother for the rest of my days. I don't think I could take it if I made the... worst possible mistake."
 
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