/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>>393716
>>393717
They realized that conflict couldn't be stopped. So, they took the only option available to slow it down: release The Black in full by lodging Voidseeker into the largest tunnel, then detonating it using a series of Grand Rites. That action set then-Princess Silver back a thousand years, if not more."
>Shifting forwards and blinking back into focus, the General peruses her cluttered desk for a short time before speaking quietly.
"Batponies were created by Cadence after Luna jokingly stated she needed her own friends. How doesn't matter. When, sometime in the 13,000's. They'd been long harmonized with Shadow, Void, and Black alike, so no problems for them. Blood magic ties in of course, though we don't ask questions. Why? Ponies enjoy a good mystery.
Since then all Navarchs pass down Black traces to their progeny. The various effects and mutations have stabilized. Worst ones are minor, except the Watchkeepers. They exist to ensure certain places remain permarenently closed.
On the other wing, over eighty percent of Ferron clans became existentially effected. Corruption is typically physical while taint is primarily marental. Ferron got both, far worse than Navarch lineages. The 'conditions' that effect them are lifelong and usually progressive, similar to genetic diseases. Unlike those, said conditions are fully controlled by The Black, deliberately shaped in ways, means, methods, and measures to allow excellent, long lives.
Navarchs and Ferron are violently and equally protected by Airstreams, Water, Gravity, Void. As a result bacteria, fungi, parasites, virii, poisons, some toxins or acids don't do much. Fire, Lava, Magma, Plasma to a degree are much less effective. Any Ethereals, Overdark beings, and certain others are treated as hostile invaders by default from both Tallus and The Black.
Constructs avoid them though. In return, Ferron and Navarch do their best not to engage. Similar tides, different circumstances.
Those repercussions and consequences started as negative, now it's the opposite. Can't live without 'em. Lots of winged share jokes about The Black being a travel destination should one truly want to live a longer, more content and safer life. Ignoring the weird existential crisis or two in being directly attuned to an entire section of Tallus is the downside.
The Rift isn't much different... according to a few. It's a separate reflection, one which I'm not familiar with."
>Right wing lifted up straight, outermost black wingblade flicks out to point at the same side's eye, then the other, feeling the exact location she was staring into the sapphirine helmet's center, yet not looking through it.
"Used to be in tune with the world like Finny usually is, could feel strong surface moods, emotions, feelings. One Enchain changed that. Gave me these instead. I see more than feel, nowhere near like a Mystic though. Now you know why most consider me a threat."

>Wings folded against her sides in a rigid pose, Twisted gazes off into the office's rear, stating her words as if repeated countless times.
"By direct order of Princess Luna, all Lunars, allies, aligned, and Independents shall leave Rift-bonded alone. There is to be no spying, viewing, study, or contact allowed. Refusal will be considered an irrevocably hostile act and treated with appropriate hostility.
If approached by one or more, you are to offer full, FRIENDLY assistance regardless of species, culture, opinion, bias, morality, and ethics. They are treated worse than Elemarentals are due to a single factor which they may never have had a choice to accept or refuse."
>Coming back into focus, she gazes through the helmet, speaking in a thin, light tone.
"What's the one opposite that can possibly lighten and fill your dreary spirit? Crystal mare? Saddle Arabian? Pegasus? Batpony? Neighsian? Earth mares and fillies aren't your preference so far as I know. Can't think of a Burro remotely close to your type. Gryphons, Minotaurs, Harpies don't seem to be likely either."

>>393717
>Idly roving over the chronological timeline of Lunar armor, he idly processes their characteristics in the back of his mind.
>Rote facts regarding their evolution and combat use are noted.
(Elements characteristic of Lunars present. And correctly accounting for survivorship bias in improving armor distribution. No shortage of wars and hostilities. But emphatically different in spirit from humans. Interspecies cooperation... right, Lunars in particular with minotaurs, gryphons, and a cultural penchant for embracing and merging with dangerous elements.)

>Hearing a slight scraping sound behind him, he looks over his shoulder to see Twisted moving a large, serviceably human sized couch in front of her desk.
>Taking up her offer, he makes his way over and seats himself on the cushion, closer to a mattress in consistency than a couch.
>He nods once at her.
"Alright."

>Keeping his silence, his thoughts work to add her lecture to his understanding of Tallus.
(Historical information on the Navarchs as mentioned by Lonestar and the Ferron. Context for far longer timescale of development than humans.)
>Nodding occasionally, he sets his sleeping symbiote on the seat next to him.
(The best of Tallus at her worst? Metaphysical planes conceptually, quantum linked? Research's theory would support this possibility. Had only just began exploratory actions into the concept.)
>Adding a footnote to the ongoing recording, he catalogs it for Shiibo's perusal later.

>>393718
>He arches his brow at the origin of bat ponies.
"I did not know that."

>Turning his head to look down at the Symbiote, he remarks.
"I see. A separate reflection. Such metaphysical links were theorized in my world. Research was only beginning to delve into the concept. Clearly Tallus sapients have had far more time with awareness of the idea."
>His eyes then follow the pointing of her wingblades.
"Because of your near all seeing eyes?"

>He makes a short, quiet hum as Twisted recites the apparent official Lunar policy on symbiote bonded individuals.
"Mmm. That sounds like an isolating experience for those bonded. I can tolerate that more effectively, but I assume there must be a reason why those distancing measures are in place. And why Flowing would subject so many to this despite it."

>Twisted's question prompts him to lean back against the couch.
>He clasps his gloved right fist in his left's gloved palm, squeezing it heavily.
"My 'dreary spirit' does not prevent my from performing my duties. Even then, it is similarities that bind relationship bonds together, not opposites. But you are correct, my experiences with all species on Tallus to this point indicate incompatibilities. I have not yet researched dragons and their kind, but I do not know if such compatability exists. My foremost concern is my duty and I was honed to enact it no matter the most exigent circumstances. The closest element to what you described that existed within my organization would be in the Social and Arts divisions when I was not on deployment. But none of the media from those have translated to this world in a form relevant to my past experiences with them. Iyashikei, mesugaki, loli, the debate of whether the barrier between the second and third dimensions is transcendable with android bodies or still impassable, entire such aesthetics are all only in my past now. But more pressing than the question of whether any of that is even necessary-"
>Swapping his hand's positions, he repeats their prior clenching motion.
"-is the question of whether I have any right to force it all upon a non-human sapient with dubious consent. This bonding process appears to be involuntary. A compulsory phenomenon rather than free choice."
>Taking a moment to exhale heavily, he picks up the gently burning cup housing his Rift symbiote.
"I had avoided having children for exactly this reason. I am not qualified to foster new life, not with my preexisting duties, not with my characteristics. There is too much at stake to risk creating additional harm on something that did not ask to be born. Maybe if I were weaker, or some would say 'stronger' I would not be balking at this opportunity to turn personal dreams into reality. But I am only ever 'me'."

>>393737
"Yeah, we find that odd too. Best Moorite singers are powerful blood mages. Incredible vocal ranges like Crystal Singers and Runesingers, can quickly devisewonderful songs and melodies."
>Beginning to arrange the items on her desk into a proper collection, the General's tone is fairly humored.
"Far more cautious exploring now especially given the Planar disasters that we've caused. Mostly unintentional. As the saying goes: an unexplored path cannot be learned too slowly.
And not all seeing, only the more 'visible' moods. Best way to describe this is being blindfolded and tasting a couple hundred different juices. Once I learn what they are, the traces become unmistakable. Concern, frustration, guilt. Little bit of anger. Reluctance. Those are what I'm seeing."
>Carefully sorting a series of oddly gleaming gem pendants and rings, the expression Twisted shares is deeply wounded.
"Isolation in extremis. You've seen and heard how 'different' is treated, myself included. Ponies outside a herd or Overherd used to often have something wrong with them, which used to be highly infective diseases or parasites. That's a holdover from Pre-Modern lineages. It'll take a couple more generations before that evolves into a proper physiological response other than 'that one's dangerous or sick'."
>Eldritch wingblade tapping a dull white coin briefly, her head turns right with an exasperated snort.
"Flowing has spent two hours trying to describe the Rift's social aspects.. in her own way. The linguistics are incredible; it's perfect pre-Shield formal Crystal Kingdom exactingly translated to Modern Common Equestrian. Construct pairs can't touch each other or 'mutations' and psychoses develop. She calls those Infected. To her Riftseekers are a plague that's reached a new stage of mutation and seeks to infect the Rift as a whole.
When the Lunar Guardians were reformed into Lunar Guard as a practical army, the Starborn were utilized solely as specialists. Used to have a unit of one to two thousand, all carrying paired Riftdrowners. Lifelong best friends that always help out no matter what the situation is, basically. After the Lunar-Solar War ended, most of the Rift entrances were closed from the inside. Thousands of reports state those weird medically interested silverine Constructs did that.
Now, I'm not one to create or figure out theories. My position is simple: end the possibility of conflicts quickly by any means necessary. If conflict does erupt, end it fast. Otherwise, keep Tallus safe by not using unsafe means.
What she's done has changed our entire view on what the Rift is, was, isn't, and wasn't. All of my instincts, including strictly military, Ferron, and pegasus ones, tell me she's right. We can't be striking at Constructs if they show up. We have to leave them alone when they aren't hostile, whether forced by the symbiotes or not."

>Appraising your armor, weapons, then equipment, the Burning Pegasus gives a slight, appreciative head tilt.
"Does slow down your ability to recover from shock somewhat. You can activate most enchantmarents with ease, no need for additional training there. No complaints otherwise."
>Pulling what sounded like a heavy metal bench forwards to lean the center of her chest against desk, a trio of reflective black coins are spread apart on the right.
"Second and third? Well past that stage. Most forms of esoteric practices, schools of thought, and spiritual paradigms like Mysticism or Druidry, are that bridge between two, three, and onwards.
You've seen golems. The term is a bastardization of 'go, limb', as in to move unhindered. Every now and then I hear of somepony creating an artificial being, and of course freaking out over it. Function is a deliberate matter of intention. Unless actual problems or threats occur, we leave them alone. One second of politeness and understanding often leads to a lifetime of friendship."
>Glancing up, a distinctly warm look creases her face into a gentle smile, lifting her chin at the Fire vessel.
"Could be involuntary but doesn't sound that way to me. Finding one's likely best friend from a different Plane looks, sounds, and acts immediately and automatically. That mare I was talking shared what Flowing was stating: too small to aid you as she is. She needs to grow, learn to communicate, and be an appreciable companion. That word to us means as follows: the most trustworthy, reliable, and beloved individual I know. The point is clear."
>Filtering her thoughts for a quarter minute, Twisted's ears flop to both sides in a pragmatic expression.
"She isn't ancient or new now. She is what she is. Flowing only uses one specific term for this process: reborn.
Princess Cadence is known as Rebirth, not only for creating batponies, Crystal ponies and Crystalline Shells too. For the second she used her Rime-infected blood to shield them. From what I don't know, that's still classified. And please don't ask her either. Apparently they succeeding in helping her and became the first ones as a result.
That second happened back when she was still a pegasus mind you. The Crystal Overherd retains everything with perfect clarity, and so far as I know they've never made a single complaint. And now I'm getting off track-"
>Pained silence holds for six seconds until her entire being cringes.
"I can't be using Hodch's phrase.."
>Wings spread out to rest on desk corners, the Enchained mare sets a firmly neutral gaze on you.
"So ignore the dreams. You didn't create, only slightly alter a pre-existing, highly flexible state of near-liminal fluidic biomechanical existence.
Modifications are incredibly dangerous for humans. For us it takes three decades to approve or deny a project. The newest are Half-Naghtmare Luminaries. That started in 29,945 or so.
Both of those lead to the same conclusion in different measures. And as the individual you are, if what you need isn't comprehensible yet.. all I can say is maybe let her decide what she ought to be like."

[1d6 = 3] <Hodch's Patience

>>393741
>Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes as he mulls over her words.
(Reborn, not made... if so, then that approach may be for the best. She should be the one to decide. Agency first. Once she can communicate with me-)
>A slow exhale is released as he opens his eyes to look down at the cupped symbiote.
(-then we can deliberate further.)
"... Thank you for bearing with my sentimentality, Twisted. I don't often speak about my past at length due to its inaccessibility and lack of practical application. The events leading to this circumstance were unanticipated."

>He picks up the symbiote, holding her container in his palm.
"I will consider available enchantments in a few moments."
>Nodding at Twisted, he stands and moves out of earshot of her desk to face the myriad armor racks and weapon stands.
>The container housing the symbiote's sleeping form is lifted to eye level as his brow bends in concern.
>He speaks just loudly enough for his voice to reach her.
"Grow that you may match me. To account for my weaknesses. To keep pace with my thoughts. When you are ready and... if you want my opinions, seek me out."
(Will need to consider potential concept contamination vectors if I decide to have her embody certain concepts. Later.)
>Briefly cupping her in both his hands, his grip tightens for a moment as he closes his eyes.
>He then shifts back to a one handed carry, returning to black matte couch.
"Is your enchantment list ready, Twisted?"

>Poking at the sparkling, unmoving mare's snout, first with one feather, the archaic pegasus filly settles for a polite sniff-
"Cease."
"Disrespect nae meant nor given, Enforcer. ...she is beautiful above words."
"Knoweth ye did not. Mmmm. Let her rest. Such a state cannot be woken from without necessary rituals and submission to proper authority. Examine the bands once more."
"Aye, Enforcer!"
>Noting the Journeymare Knight eagerly obeying her current teacher's pleasant order-request, the Red Countess allows both glittering diamond-slitted eyes to open, expanding in the dim to search their current shelter.
>From her meditative sitting position, the battle-marred, highly decorated black iron sarcophagus, lid unfortunately torn off, was still before her.
>Bearing a sleeping, peculiar green earth mare lain inside, rigorously tended to by the two most care-inclined of her Cult, rescuing her had been exhausting.
>Not including herself of course, that is what one had subjects for, yet such a task was welcoming in its honored purpose.
>Image-engrams detailing the long, violent journey where the Countess had dragged it once her three subjects had exhausted themselves, a faint snort is given.
"Aye! Rough be thee word for this Night!"
"Agreed, grace."
>Sharing heart's touch with her Enforcer first, deference is given as the sleeping mare's luxurious gold mane is lightly stroked by sapphirine coated blood-drinker wingclaws, a nod then given to Knight's checking to ensure the eight bands held.
"Be they firm?"
"Aye."
"Hold fast they must 'til ae Warbrute arriveth."
"They shall, Ae swear it."
>Last, and never least, the young Ice Sorceror's creeping fatigue from keeping this damnable, partially destroyed ancient forge from collapsing draws full attention.
>The tall, well rounded form, her tastefully lewd noblite dress accentuating each soft curve of flank, neck, and legs, those warm, supple teats...
>Such a powerful unicorn required an equally capable, virile stallion to dominate her.
>Channeling her lost homeland's Winter, one their Cult would never cease grieving for, icy contact is shared as the newest dome presses outwards.
('Pretender Dead cannot be fully destroyed with Ice. Two hours remain until they breach.')
('Aye.')
>Gazing through the Elemental barrier at the strange, twisted chamber's black walls, the Red Countess breathes out in relief.
>The rude awakening from their intended millennia long slumber was a shock, yet more so were the untold numbers of Unceasing and Pretender Dead following them.
>Above all, she was unsure what to think of this temporary... alliance.
>Her followers were beginning to understand the limits of these modern earth ponies, their imprints, sensations, and impressions shared from reflective eyes to each Cult nearby were still puzzling.
>Having traded Earth Sorcery, Mysticism, Druidry, and rituals for the Otherworld Alicorn's offerings, this giant city-state was, as the phrase had been described to them, a mixed bag.
"For each negative, we find two positives."
>Fixed by the sternly accusing, heavy set batmare's gaze, the Red Countess parts her lips in respect, fangs glinting as she speaks in a faux-chiding voice.
"Assuredly thee behold mine musings incorrectly. Carry neither quarrel, qualm, nor quandary do I. Black iron, silverine, an' emeraldine they bear is effective. "
"At your pleasure.... aen request, my grace?"
>Eyes closing at the Enforcer's troubled voice, it had taken the Day to calm prior, this new, unwelcome task given a formal nod.
"Our Dynasty be lost evermore. Our Moon is bereft of the life it once held, regrow yet it has not. The... Moorites an' their Naval Anarchy kin nae sway us long. Sacred Heart-Spun Ambrosia they cannot offer. Lost to the burdens of time our hallowed sleep may be. Upon what land shall we stretch forth?"
>Each of the three continuing their duties, fully aware of the hour the Red Countess silently grieves, her eyes open once more to speak firmly.
"Hold us by unbreakable chains they shall. Our madness cannae spread."

"You. Have. Got. To. Be. PISSING WITH ME! I didn't spend this fucking long to wake up and hear THAT!"
>The four Lunarites wince, both at the voice and flashes of blue light surging from the glowing mare struggling to clamber out of her coffin.
"Thou caen move?!"
"What?! You're never seen a Druid SLEEPING before!?"
>Blinking, the Red Countess instantly drops to a submitting bow, cut off by a firm hoof on her snout and dragged upwards.
"Mineself submits this Cult of Moon to thee, ae-"
"Don't bow to me again ever and no royal speak please, time is shorter than my damned temper!"
"Mine.. my name is Nightfall Bloodkiss, Red Countess of the Heart's Touch Cult, granted full claim, title, and heraldry by the Reaper."
>Lips pursing, the strange earth mare tenderly gazes into her soul, feeling glee spring from her.
"UNBELIEVABLE! I know you! Hang on, let me rephrase: I know SOME facts about your Cult! You took three hundred some batponies to the closest Dynasty Temple, near where Luna's southern Villages are now. Tried to end the blood cravings, right?"
"Aye, correct ye be."
>Head thrown back to release a single booming cackle, the massive earth mare returns the blood-drinker's confused eyes with furiously blue glowing orbs.
"Master-General Jade Luxure of the Tower Guard, Primal Psion and Lunar Druid. You and by extension all Lunarites currently within the claimed boundaries of this city-state are hereby under MY protection! I'm not a Princess, but when I speak my word is law!
Here's my first order: stay behind me and don't get any of your dresses damaged. While I'm smashing this first thousand Undead lemme share what I know about a land called Coville, those wonderful Amber Rose berries that floated across the ocean from it, and the million or so vial containers scattered around Equestria. But before that I need to wake a few more lazy horseasses-"
[1d6+1 = (1+1) = 2] <Lunar Blood Mage Cults
[1d6+6 = (2+6) = 8] <Lunar Druid Cults
[1d6+2 = (2+2) = 4] <Lunar Mystic Cults
[1d6+2 = (4+2) = 6] <Lunar Necromarecer Cults

>>393745
>Honest appreciation creasing her face, Twisted's voice shifts, an amusing Careibbean accent SQUEAKS in full force.
"I know how difficult it is to freely express one's self. Ferron aren't respected much, so I had to work excruciatingly hard integrating civil, militia, marecenary, and military together, all while keeping neutral at best or irritated at worst.
If you ever feel the need to talk come find me, otherwise visit with Mercy, Naliyna, or Roust. You need outlets from time to time too, so, I am hereby requesting you share your time. When you need to vent or release, do so with my best friends or me, please. And not merely the bare minimum either."
>Head bowing slightly, the clipped, moderately rough Lunar accent resumes, reaching into the desk's sides, pulling out several boxes to open and peer inside.
"Take your time."

>Holding the vessel aloft, small ripples fan throughout the mixed flames.
>Close yet distant pressures mould the cup, swirls of half-formed, dreamlike thoughts imprinting, first in traces, then forming impressions.
>She was tired yet comprehended each word in its entirety, setting aside a minute fraction of consciousness to engrave memories with the earnest-open-welcomed request-declaration-bond.

>Sitting down once more as the General cracks a smartass grin, left eyebrow hiking high enough to reach a new zip code before spreading her left wing over the desk.
"I'm nowhere near Naliyna, but I know MY tools damned well. This is five percent of the safe collection I was putting together for humans that picked a Lunar faction. Some stuff from the Ferron, Navarchs, Moors as well.
So! I can authorize the following:
Two crates of diamond encased small manabombs, that's forty in all.
Two crates of diamond encased medium manabombs, eight total. Heavy and hard to toss, I know. Here's a trick Gryphons use: glue a section of rope into a handle and sling 'em, works amazingly well.
Three large diamond encased manabombs. I KNOW. Fuckers weigh eighty pounds each, but they make those smaller bombs look like sparklers.

Six tiny diamond canisters looking like they contain a pulsar? Guess what: they do. One of the best tactics to take on a massive threat is overwhelming with damage, pain, blinding, two of three, or all three at the same time.
Don't mind offering these but can't replace them until a few more Mystics recover.

Four diamond canisters on that side contain chunks of destabilized Promynkrake surrounded by cast tungsten alloy shards. Yeah. You heard THAT right. Insanely powerful detonation and shrapnel that makes ME feel offended at how effective they are. Can't be detected by most esoteric scans, but also can't use against sapients.
Vel`Kruz offered this batch as a gift for helping recover Gelvran's body... then I told him I don't have thumbs. We laughed for ten minutes straight.

Gem rings deliver a short ranged Elemental shockblast. Hundred eighty degree radius, max range fifty meters, decent chance to stun. Gravity, Void, Lightning, which you probably want, Stone, Lava, Permafrost, and Eternal Water.
Last three are superior versions, real hard to get hold of them. Can't make more until the Armory is scraped clean from Construct 'paint'.

Batch of Burst Pendants in left of middle were recently made, only have these ones for now. Magma, Permafrost, Nature, Crystalline, and Airstream. Rarest one is the Anti-Elemental in the middle. That one is a pain to make. Takes six hundred hours without a single flaw.

Bunch of small banded teeth woven together in a necklace are from a spined Northern Moors swamp skitter of some type. Has a quick acting venom; high muscle relaxant and euphoric with aphrodisiac qualities. Best for a dart, spike, stiletto, that sort. We.. uh, normally use those for interrogating certain ponies that we can't cause MUCH harm to, like high values, VIP's, that sort. It would be LEGAL for you to use since I'm authorizing it.
Doesn't work on Harpies for some reason. Little to no effect on avians or reptiles otherwise.

That large pink fang is... weird. Came from a uniquely mutated Haze Cat north of the Central Moors boundary. And yeah, those are a variant of Void-tinged acrolines. Bunch of young Navarch pegasi stumbled across her eating what they thought was a fruit. Thought it was sick or dying so they brought it a fish, which it ate. Apparently it stayed under the cloud town for a while. Zero hostility, didn't mind being approached, decently friendly, curious, but always slept alone.
One of our resident hornheads heard about it incident and went to investigate. She confirmed it as a selective omnivore, one capable of regrowing teeth. Said fang right there is incredibly hard from, get this: occasionally eating a mature mushroom containing the material that gets refined into pinksteel. So far it's only shed that one.

Three black diamondine discs on the right are Late Dynasty defensive pieces. Each protects against unwanted Psionic intrusion, like usual, but are specialized versions. First resists Elementals, including sub, standard, and specialized. Second resists most forms of advanced esoterics; blood magic, Druidry, Mysticism, Necromarecy, that sort. Third resists Eldritch, Extra-Planar, Spectral, and Undead.
Can only carry one at a time as they dampen the others' effects.

Those four Shattering Spheres are original Lunar Guardian versions, recently restored. A retrieval team found 'em in a lost Reliquary during the Moors Restoration. Sapphirine fractures armor, rubynine weakens, emeraldine pierces. The blue and purple diamondine has been described as: 'getting a full force punch from a Minotaur Warbrute'. Best used with a weapon that fits their role.
You've done me some gigantic favors so I don't mind offering them."

>>393745
>>393752
"Trio of curved wingblades in the right center are similar to a small boomerang, just a lot heavier. Made from a specialist Rune-Forged steel with an integral recall rune. Whatever they hit gets pounded by a high Force Elemental. Decent against buildings, fortifications, armor, weapons, exposed skulls, you name it. Works best on Undead and fragile targets though.
Gryphon Agents love 'em for creating distractions, can't keep sets in stock longer than a week.

Pale chunk of yellow amber with blue lines running through it happens to be an ANCIENT Druidic ritual object. Launches an insanely fast lance that partially tracks. Does a crippling amount of harm against mindless Abominations, Infected, and Malformed, slows 'em as well. Works good against non-native Spectrals, Undead, and hostile non-sapient Otherworld beings.
It'll stun sapient Otherworlders without causing harm though, means it has a limited sentience to determine what's being targeted. Doesn't interact though.

Paired set of black iron claws there, could add to your gloves. Each has a brutal Repulse, but they've been honed so no feedback. Made for a Stalliongrad born Gryphane that retired last year, he couldn't keep up with the Assault-Recon-Kill squads anymore... aaaaand neglected to tell us what to do with them when he left.

Four stacked throwing stilettos on the upper left are reinforced clear diamondine. Made by a Grandmaster Hegemony Mystic-Smith and two Crystal Engineers. If they couldn't break them, you won't be able to. They'll puncture armor class four with ease.
Can't be scribed with a recall rune or given enchantmarents, unfortunately. Easy to harmonize but they'll only accept one resonant function since it's a complete set.

Miniature lance on the top right, similar to an assassin's spike, is one of three prototypes. We're giving the others to a Deep Moors Hunter-Killer team for stress testing. It's a blacksteel and bluesteel composite separated by a thin layer of gel-flexible crysamare. Yeah, I know, those SHOULD normally never touch, but some crazy batpony and Crystal mare duo figured out how to harmonize them to only expulse at the apex of a stab.
Should make quick kills against Infected or difficult creatures by freezing and shattering at the puncture, preferably brainstem. Not for use against sapients, I still have to uphold Lunar laws as Matron.

Jagged chunk of partially clear red armor plate came from some ocean monster the Navarchy tore apart a few years back. They reported it was able to absorb, then either refract or diffract directed eso-tech energy weapons. Works fairly well against anything smaller than, let's say, a heavy cannon class human equivalent.
I doubt it'll work well against plasma or particle weapons though, but who knows. Don't know the how's or why's, nopony's had time to make a full analysis yet.

Dark red sphere over is a Crystal Rune stabilized, resonant crystalline mass containing an artificial Magma Elemental. Functions as an Addition for weapons or armor. A sufficiently strong hit causes a pseudo-molten spear and secondary resonant reverberation, one which may produce a chain reaction in armor. When used for armor, getting struck produces a cascading detonation, powerful enough to disorient, possibly stun, and cracks hard, fragile materials at the same time.
Not a prototype, we've got a few out in the field and they've been highly successful. Our Crystal Engineers have gone back to using older Kingdom era weirdness to deal with heavily armored large targets. They love calling these offensively-defensive or defensively-offensive, and usually snicker whenever a 'new' idea is brought up that they already have in crystalfiles.

Ten small bottles of sparkling gel in the pink wooden box... teeeechnically are. Those are a harmonic gradient solution containing suppressed, non-reactive Rime filaments, flakes, shards, and powder. Mostly get used to increase malleability and equalize resonance when reforming rigid crystalline weapons, armor, components, and that sort. You've got black sapphirine, which is an absolute bitch to rework.
Should give 'em to Naliyna, she'd really appreciate it.

Two tubes of diamond cased purple pills are small doses of a safe regenerative alchemical, ten in each. Eleyana spent six years trying to merge Dragon Alchemy and our version together. She gave up and went back to the first, came up with these instead. Place in wounds, has a fact acting pain killer, slows bleeding, cleanses, then regenerates skin, muscle, and bone alike. Doesn't leave a scar either. Made from a non-Elemental substrate in the lower Dragonspines we're now getting a tiny amount of access to.
Not supposed to swallow them unless there's internal injuries. Only 'problem' is they all taste like fresh plums for some reason. She won't say anything other than smile and giggle whenever I've asked. Probably some in-joke I haven't heard of it.

Tiny kanpri square shield with Luna's Moon on the front is our version of a trade stamp. Show it when dealing with Lunar allied, aligned, or friendly traders, marechants, or vendors, they'll give a discount if able and show their current high priority and rare stock.
Should take and give it to Naliyna anyhow, she'd get the most use from it.

Three black cards up front grant access to the Nightblade's Den, a real old Starborn hangout. Used to be above Canterlot, got moved to Moorwatch Bastion north of Basin Village a while back.
You can use whatever you find in each, but I do suggest bringing stuff ponies, Gryphons, and Minotaurs like. Preserved or long lasting food and alchemicals are always appreciated.

Stacked set of diplomatic cards close to me grant access to Starborn safe houses in most of the Planes. Symbol denotes which one. Except for Rift, Ethereal, Dominion, or the sub-Planes, we have decent to great relations. Just.. stay out of Lightning for a while, there's a frenzy going on, something about a new armored clothing style.
Same suggestion as before too."

>>393753
>>393752
>With an exhaustive list of high value items before him, he inquires with Twisted regarding effects and terms he was unfamiliar with.
>Considerations are accounted for regarding complementing Shiibo's future equipment as well as his own.
>Pointing to each item as they are added to his acquisition list, he lays claim to all of the manabombs, the 6 pulsar canisters, all of the Elemental shockblast gem rings, the Burst Pendants, the pinksteel Haze Cat fang, the three Late Dynasty diamondine discs, the four original Lunar Guardian Shattering Spheres, the Druidic yellow amber, the pair of black iron claws, the four throwing stilettos, the prototype miniature lance, the oceanic monster's red armor plate, the Crystal Rune stabilized magma Elemental sphere, all items that Naliyna would benefit from, the regenerative pills apparently made by Eleyana, and the diplomatic cards for the Nightblade's Den and Starborn safehouses.
>Once all acquisitions were finalized, he would pause as he mulls over her closing comment to avoid the Lightning Plane.
"That... may have been due to my recent visit. Did you say there is a... clothing trend frenzy?"
>He looks away from the General's eyes.

>Tallying all the items, he adds text footnotes to the pictures taken of each for reference via his helmet's control dial.
"All the more reason to secure a proper body frame for Shiibo and find someone to enchant some of these to my equipment."

>Still pained at the new Wargod's blistering words from the Night prior, the Deathspitter cow shares her pain to the surrounding Gozkans and Hegemonics in meditative, Geomantic rings around her.
>Thinking on his honorable commands earlier, she dearly wished an earth mare could help her govern the Earth Geomancers, Mystics, Sorcerors, and Shapers.
>Those beautiful and glorious earth mares, they knew how to share the needs of Tallus.
>Reflecting on her time amongst the various Lunar Cults and Covens, particularly the intensely hilarious Destroyers, the cow's muzzle splits in a wide, agreeing bovine smile.
>As limited they were in life, their assured necessity of finding secrets beyond resonated with her training, knowing that the Endless Cycle must ever, always, and forever continue.
>Exhaling a blessing towards the young Lunar unicorn's efforts whom served her younger kin, then the Elder Mystic whom trained him, the cow sits upright, snorting softly.
>He was not here.
>The Moon held him as always.
>She knew the incessant urge to protect Tallus while delving into the secrets which She, the Princess of Four Black Hooves, had shared for so long.
>This time, she would not fail.
>Tongue sticking out her muzzle, thoughts trying to locate differences, the same as before occurred: tiny selections of their shared world make her grace known, fading quickly.
>This Night was different, yet the same in many and marely ways.
>Her soul knew of this before, long ago.
>The Lunar Guardians, long lead by Skullcracker and Skullcrusher, had changed Gozka with pure, honest fervor.
>Each of the Hegemony's Nine Castes knew their words, meanings, and intention.
>Few understood what those hapless, lovable, gentle ponies would face in their content lives.
>No, she decides with brutal finality.
>Not THIS time.
"Not while our kin suffer and bear the weight of Tallus!"
>Barely aware her mouth had parted to shout from the holy Plane of Storms, dull black eyes regard the cold, snow covered landscape before her.
>Eight hundred Gozkans and Hegemonics, including herself, their hardened leather tents in view, arrayed in mystical numbers, tears harden in her eyes.
>Throwing her heavy, massive arms apart, Storm, Earth, Stone, Metal, and Gravity surge within as she gives up her individuality to Tallus, declaring her intention for all of the Gozkans and Hegemony to know.
"NO MORE THIS NIGHT! SO LONG AS I LIVE, I WILL AID OUR KIN! WE SHALL PROTECT WITHOUT FAIL AS THE FIRST HEGEMONS DECREED! BY THE GODDESSES WHOM WE SEEK TO RECOMPENSE, WE WILL DRAG OUR LAST FURY IN DEFIANCE, PROTECTING HER DAUGHTERS AND SONS!"
>Bending forwards, the ruthless, agonizing, yet pleased emotions from their dead Wargod shakes her soul, thick hands clasping together while surges of emotion rocking her body in violent motions, fully prepared to be denied her charges.
>Without pause, a young Warbull stands, balefully glaring to those around him, intensely ringing hooves smash thin stone underneath as he bellows forth a long, raging shout.
"IF RAZORBACK IS GUILTY, I AM GUILTY AS WELL! I ACCEPT THEIR IGNORANCE AND CRIMES AS MY OWN! THEY ARE INNOCENT! TARTARUS TAKE ME, I AM UNWORTHY!"
>Heavier hooves from an older Brute leap upwards, the frenzied voice thunders in low, demarending pitches.
>Massive arms thrown outwards, the scars of four decades adds more to the weight of his words than she understood.
"I TIRE OF THESE FAILURES IN MY AGE! GREAT REAPER ON THE MOON, JUDGE ME BEFORE THAT CALF! I CALL YOU FORTH HERE AND NOW, KILL ME IF MY WORDS ARE WRONG!
I CANNOT RELIEVE OUR PREVIOUS WARGOD'S DEATH, NOR CAN I STAND THIS LIFE! BRING ME YOUR JUSTICE, MARE OF THE MOON!"
>Silence holds for close to a minute, then, one of the last Bulls of Dawn slowly rises to stand, his gigantic form burning as his soul does, the cow paling in TRUE, absolute horror.
>Awe, fear, then terror unknown rings aloud soul as his billowing, scorched voice echoes across the broad, flat valley, the tone ageless, yet black with pain.
"AS DO I! RAZORBACK KNEW NOT OF SHARONEL'S WILL! WHAT OF OLD CANTERLOT DID THEY TRULY BEHOLD? HAVE THEY SEEN OUR FAILURES, THE PATHETIC CLAIMS TO THE LANDS WE DESIRED, SPAT UPON AND DISGRACED?
GODDESSES OF SUN AND MOON, KILL ME HERE AND NOW SHOULD I SPEAK FALSELY!
IF THEY SHOULD NOT ANSWER ME NOW, GIVE ME ENDLESS TORTURE I RIGHTFULLY DESERVE IT, DEATHSPLITTER! DO NOT SLAY ME NOW! IF THEY AGREE, LET ME SHOW THOSE HU`UM SOULS THE DEPTHS OF OUR FAILURES!
EITHER I SHALL DIE WITH THE FULL KNOWLEDGE OF OUR COWARDICE, OR I WILL SUFFER TO THE BITTER, BROKEN END I DESERVE!"

>Fitful, fearful, harrowed, haunted, and tormented by the meanings of her hallowed kin, the cow's eyes widen in pain, barely held back by her training.
>Despite her resistance to the threatening tears the holy ground facing her abruptly changes.
>Tens, hundreds, then thousands of equines appear, followed by Gryphons, Minotaurs, Harpies, and more, each proudly bearing the burns of Plasma.
>Allies, aligned, friends to the Hegemony, batponies, unicorns, earth ponies, pegasi, and Crystal ponies gaze down at her.
>Staggering forwards to kneel, the Deathsplitter's hands ball, then spread outwards to their utmost, reaching outwards as her cracking voice seeks their approval.
"I beg your forgiveness! This is not what I wanted! Answer me, what must I do?!"
>Their voices silent, bodies rigid, heads bow in deference to the Hegemonic cow's purity.
>They had waited and heard.
>They knew.
>They felt.
Be what we cannot.
Some will show the Sun.
Some will show the Stars.
Some of us will see you from the Dark Side of the Moon.
Some you may only hear when Crystal and Changeling sing.
A few you shall not see.
Take our oaths, hold them for a little while.
Let us go.
Let us return when we must.
We bless you as you have called upon us in turn.
>Staring in horror at the fading Lost, the cow notices each Minotaur surrounding her, their gazes hard as she reflects upon their words.
>She would be the Wargoddess of Razorback.
>They had made the choice for her.
[1d6 = 3]

>>393716
>Amy snickered.
"It would be amazing if you had, since it happened five minutes ago. I don't think even New Canterlot has noticed what happened yet. Though the Daymare screamed quite loudly once she was, ah... Detained."
>Some would have, an opening directly to Tartarus forming could not have gone unnoticed.
"Yuh-huh! There's openings aaall over the place but most of them have collapsed or have other problems preventing entry and egress. I guess that means my occupation is technically finding more ways in, which reminds me that I should see if there are any routes to Tartarus around here."
>Closing her eyes for a second, Amy focused her magic and senses, pulsing outward as far as she could in that familiar, practiced way. She probably wouldn't find one within the city itself, but it couldn't hurt to check.

[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6] < B. Sorcery
[1d6+4 = (4+4) = 8]

[1d6+2 = (1+2) = 3] < B. Perception
[1d6+2 = (6+2) = 8]

>Leaning to one side slightly, eyes shut, swaying, she added as an aside.
"Anything from realspace!~ They like souvenirs since materials in Tartarus are wonky and not quite real. My dam in particular said very good things about the food here also."
>Amy cracked an eye open to peer at the hololith. With all the lev platforms available, she could make a tank! Fun!
>Though it was another idea that made her grin grow wider. The Kaos that Shades could get up to with a bunch of Floats would be worth seeing.
"There are lots of rings, so getting anywhere, especially up and down, is a pain. I'm sure they'd appreciate having some floaty boards to whizz around on."
>She took a moment to consider what else they would want to get. They could certainly trade for it given the rarity of the materials within Tartarus.

[1d6+5 = (6+5) = 11] < Graduate Tartarus
[1d6+5 = (2+5) = 7]
[1d6+5 = (4+5) = 9]
[1d6+5 = (2+5) = 7]

>Her name was supposed to be the other way around?
"I think in their case it was one at first, and then the other."
>Amy grinned down at the Lancer's bow and caught her with a boop on her snoot's way back up. Ambush!
>Resolutely she ignored the renewed demands for assault. The frontal boop was as much as they were going to get.

>There was so much she could get, like gravity cores, yet Sturnn's advice reminded her to focus on what she needed first and foremost.
>To be fair, she would rank a super heavy lev tank as basic a need as her own breath, but that was certainly not what the general had meant.
"Tempted by the gravity cores, but I'll have to pass and be responsible... This time. I should be able to afford an ExoFrame. I think. I have lots in my sleds that would be pretty rare for this phase of space."
>More valuable for her than any valuation, however, given the sentimental value of each shiny. Could she trade one gift for another?
>The satchel did come to mind, Avernus had stated that it was full of metals that were valuable for trading, though given the whiff of spatial magic she had sensed at the time, 'full' was a euclidean assumption.
>Taking in all the sights that she could, Amy was grateful that the Float wasn't going even faster, or she wouldn't be able to see much at all. Then something Rubelime said caught her attention as the canteens were floated over.
"Six... Humans, you say? They wouldn't happen to be aligned with Razorback would they? We've been looking around for them since we left Tartarus, I was hoping to find them tonight or we really will need camping gear."
>Amy squee'd at the mere word 'gift' and struggled to contain herself, once again vibrating with energy and just scarcely avoid the urge to pick the mare up in a big hug.
"Thank... You... So much!~"
>The filly could cry with joy.

>Amy followed Rubelime's gaze towards the neon sign, then the goods in particular, sharing her awe at the sheer size of the camping package. Could she even carry all of that?
"I'll see how much I've got."
>With a shrug of one arm, Amy swung the scarab pack around to her front and opened it up, retrieving the satchel bag, examing it properly at last, she slid the pack back to its proper place on her back, the Stick following to sit alongside the sheathed sword as she did so.
>Both hands free to clutch at the satchel, she pondered how and where to wear it so she wouldn't have to stow it back in the pack. Most importantly however, she opened it up to peer inside as Avernus had instructed, though far later than her teacher had likely intended.
>One ear towards the conversation, it was strangely difficult to follow what they were saying. She knew Imperial, but maybe not this particular dialect? It was hard to believe it had changed much since her dam had left, maybe it was particular to bartering.

>>393416

>That's...very surprising
>It always seemed like they were always hostile
>Were they just reacting to how we normally travel with weaponry and armor?
"How would I know if there's a pair?""

>Spotting a slot in the back of the gunship, Clemency slots the hardcase in it
>Taking a step back, he sees the gunship's engines
>They reminded him of the jet engines found on the more advanced jet fighters from his world
>Oh how much he wanted to pilot those instead of his admittedly hard to control F-16

*"Good work, Guillotine. Did you see anything interesting in those stores?"*

>Clemency inhales deeply feeling the invigorating Airstreams from the Luminary's breath
>He then exhales slowly, trying to calm himself like he's fighting a caffeine high
>He now only feels refreshed
>The Luminary's observations of the Anti inside is interesting though
"Am I the only one with Anti fragmented like that?"
>Clemency, bracing for the bad news, crosses his arms thinking he can predict it
>Instead, a shocked expression widens his eyes
>He didn't expect to hear about Twisted Wing nor how he was essentially poisoning her
>Even the old name, he couldn't remember if she ever told him that
>Clemency takes another deep breath and composes himself
"Does Twisted know about this? The last time I saw her she seemed fine so those Enchains must be effective enough."
>And it's not just me
>Everyone in Razorback are carriers
>And everywhere we went, contamination followed
>Clemency bites his lower lip in thought, thinking of everywhere he's went
>Now, Razorback needed to be cleansed to return back to normal operations
>At least the contamination is lower in some places
>Clemency uncrosses his arms and opts to put them in his pockets, feeling more relaxed after the initial shock
"Well, first thing is thanks for what you're doing. Second is, you said you had clues for how we got exposed? What are they?"
>Clemency returns her bow with a nod of his own before turning his attention back to the gunship

>Seeing the information appear on the magnifying glass, Clemency then pans the glass over himself, wondering if the glass just detects age and material
>Afterwards, he then pans the glass over Blackhorn
>Clemency lets out a contented snort
"Yeah, pretty cool."
>It makes Clemency wonder if he can enchant spells like this to his helmet's HUD
>He then returns back to where he placed that hardcase into the gunship and tunes into the Shattering Skies
*"Shattering Skies, is this vessel operational? Also, mare's voice is preferred."*

>>393755
>Reaching down to heft a large, tasteful light pink hololith onto the left rear of her desk, two hololith screens appear, marking objects as each is selected.
"Logging these so I don't wind up mistaking what isn't here for later.”
>Visibly shutting down for a few seconds before restarting, Twisted's eyes widen comically before laughing.
"YOU helped start a FASHION WAR?! You don't even know how gigantic that's gonna be! Fuck, Lightning adherents OWN every single runway they touch! This is gonna make every strutting mare in New Canterlot look pathetic in comparison!"
>Left wing covering her face while she shakes, the General delivers a muffled, heavily ringing snnrk.
"Whoooo! I have got to see that... ahhh, can't fuckin' kill me since my heart restarts when I die.. all right? Better? Yeah, definitely better."
>As the collection's contents dwindle into a small pile, the left screen is given a small tap, other fading out.
>Setting the 'lith back down, a small, bright green card is pulled from the desk, placed down while she snags a smaller black quill, writing on it as she speaks.
"Mmmmf, don't use a Disk unless there is a dire need. Got confirmation the Third Gestalt's close to dead. If he goes that leaves Flash and she's in bad shape as is. Few of us are trying to help out but only one of the Green Herd is active. Don't know where the stallion, mare, or colt are."
[1d6 = 4] <Green Card
>Placing the quill back while the card dissipates into a puff, Twisted Wing sits back in a thinking pose.
"Hodch is decent with enchanting but he isn't strictly knowledgeable with those that aren't Lunar, Independent, Moorite, Navarch, or Neighsian. One of his lovers in the Fortress, some mango named batmare. Be nice to her, she's one of the best weapon experts around. Also need to get him a house in the Fortress so they can all live there.. or maybe not.
You already know Luna's the best regarding offensive enchants for weapons without causing singularities.. or worse. She taught Krinza how to do the same during his confirmation as a Grandmaster. If she didn't want him to know how she wouldn't have shared. Takes longer but he's one of ten that can Perfect a weapon. Treat him right, he's basically the demigod of crafters and smiths now.
Reminds me, need to buy or trade a complete forge for him, and a studio for Lann. The workshop is already overloaded.”
>Realizing the amount of work ahead of her, a Ferron mood takes over as she grins, gaze dropping back down to you.
"Amerose is going to hate me so much for what I'm about to do... Flash is the best option. Those interwoven burning hatreds for idiocy, arrogance, and ignorance are hilarious to watch. I'll let her know you have authorization now. Gently touch that two-faced snout when you can, but fair warning: she will never construct or allow certain weapons. Chemical, radioactive, mind wiping, mutative, that sort. Her code is pretty much inviolable.
Prototype first, Shiibo second, anything else is your call from her. Also don't get dragged into morality or ethical discussions with her, she's seen the worst of humanity first hand."
>Head shifting left to eye the office's rear, eyebrows raise.
"Huh. That is... actually wholesome. It's rare he isn't shouting at one of them being slow, airheaded, annoying, or all three. I honestly regret not keeping Naghtmares around more often."
>Switching back to formality, a slight motion is given towards the Rift-bonded vessel.
"Take care of her, hm? Unlike me you have the choice of not being inherently hostile."
>A pair of metallic clicks from her desk interrupt, ears flattening as she reaches under, speaking after a few seconds.
"Yes? Yep, got orders for you. Have the Acquisition teams locate a safe entrance and peek inside. If it's clear enough, collect at least twenty small Riftdrowner pairs. Examine how they act towards Rift symbiotes, what they do, then go from there..... same. Catch you in a while."

>Giving her office a flat expression, her right forehoof taps the desk before sighing, both wings lifting to rub her temples.
"Unfortunately there's not much to see. Atrium's open but the Council Hall, Tartarus Training Grounds, most everything else for that matter, is closed until engineering teams can replace sections. Flowing and Heartbreak went completely berserk, they must've blasted two hundred plus hulls into walls.
As for me.. the Reaper's waiting. Ritual takes place at exactly Midneight, little over forty minutes from now. You do not want to be here if it works this time. Take what you can for now, I'll get a hauler team to offload the rest in a bit."

>>393764
"Damn, you JUST left that? Wow, uh. Dealing with Unborn is one of the worst duties possible. You really need better gear, though I'm not sure if the Empire has much that works against them. Moorites and Lunars always have stuff to deal with weirdness though."
>Perusing through a catalog on the right side of her visor, Rubelime pauses to blink, voice warm with understanding.
"I get it now, you're scouting for them! If you find one let me know, I'll take you straight to them. We found a really old Warp Gate under somepony's house a couple years ago. It fell apart though. It's amazing how marely of those things were placed around Tallus."

>Layers of reality peeling back throughout the City-State, one massive, two strong, two medium, and eleven faint vibrations resound.
>Viewing the direction of each, ripples pulsating from intact Gates cluster around the tall, gleaming Spire directly north.
>Unlike the majority of those Avernus had shown you from the outside, only two of the smaller Gates were slightly damaged while the remainder sounded fully intact.

"Anything physical? ...oh, do you mean pseudomaterials? Those are so hard to get. Finding a single mine with a couple pounds is better than winning a lottery. We would DEFINITELY set up a giant trade route for them, if there's enough access of course."
>Puzzling over a full selection of modular crystal devices and replacemarent components, ones you noted as standard communication versions, the Lancer's head shakes, taking on a distasteful tone.
"Ooooh yeah, I've tried Equestrian stuff a few times. Couldn't finish most of them. Love a good fruit from the Moors now and then, but we need the crystallines and Rime traces."
>Resuming her search for something in particular, Rubelime's head tips back.
"Huh. Wonder if it was being excavated like a mine first, then got turned into a place to live much later.. I'm positive Cady would drop everything to sign a trade pact."

>Recalling the hundreds of reports that your sire and dam completed for Avernus, over a hundred thousand tons of pseudomaterials were stored throughout Tartarus, the majority unused due to having limited solid matter to work with.
>One experimarent had allowed for a near-crysamare derivative to be used, except the Baroness' limited energies were mostly reserved for rebuilding, repairing, and locating Gates, leaving your parents to conduct the rituals when they had free time.
>Excluding Empire foods for both of them, larges stocks of various crysamare grades and metals, primarily steel, titanium, or heavier composites would alleviate their tasks significantly.
>Trying to think of uses for each pseudomaterial, the number reaches one thousand before you give up, but were mostly based on acting as neutral flux for metals, composites, and allowing easier refining of crystallines.

>Eyebrows wriggling at the welcoming frozen contact, her unusual eyes glitter responsively as she smiles.
"That one's free! We still keep all the Kingdom era traditions but most Imperials aren't patient so we tend to make decisions a lot faster. It's funny your herdname works both ways, pretty rare that happens."
>Closing down all but three hololiths, a long distance resonance unit is studied, Rubelime speaking in a faintly aggrieved marener.
"Pseudocrystallines are incredibly valuable but also insanely scarce. They're used for almost everything that isn't strictly crysamare. One ounce of the lowest grades can easily be worth six hundred gems. We've been trying to reclaim mines across the Empire, it's been really slow and painful. I can think of a dozen marecenary companeighs that've started in the past month alone."
>Pausing to display an image of four humans in front of a Spire matrice, each in terribly outdated late M2 full body armor sets, the rather basic projectile weapons looked awful.
"Nope, they're ones that've arrived throughout the Empire and been saved from succumbing to Rime. Humans can't eat much of our foods, otherwise they'll start turning all crystally... is that even a word? Anyhow, they're technically Independents, mostly working for the Spireguard. We also don't see Razorback much except for three.
And if you need a place to sleep I know all the best spots. Cheapest hostel near the Main Station is four gems a night, comes with a fully stocked shower, bath, two meals, bottles of Crispy water, and a nice big bed. Good view too!
Then again the Storm-Rose herd would probably love setting you up with a place of your own... unless they're annoyed at your dam."
>Tossing a sideways grin back to you, Rubelime's face scrunches brightly.
"You are totally welcome!"

>Taking the bright white pony trade satchel out, it was instantly noticed by the pair of Imperial vendors, the second humming as a gleaming Easy Bake Oven is set into the left rear box.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"One of the holiest lost relics! Where is the nearest Tech-Priestess!?"
>Peeking in, a host of silverine coins, ranging from small 1 Bit to large 100 Bit rounds, a variety of diamondine ingots, and the four common Middle Dynasty gem composites comprised the entirety that you could see.

>Catching parts of cut down words, the lingo was intended for informal, quick trade purposes rather than using the Kingdom's art of trade tactics.
>Agreeing on a fifteen percent discount, the vendor laughs in a ringing tone while the other spins around to collect a prepacked set.
>Shifting about to stand broadside, the Lancer's head tilts briefly, left eye gazing down before doing a double take.
"Holy Rime on a Star, those are Middle Dynasty trade coins! I've only seen partial collections in the Spire's museums-"
>A medium hololith opens, quickly scrolling through directories in amazemarent.
"If those are original composites.. I'm not even sure how much just ONE is worth now. Silverine isn't something we can use but Stalliongrad is always in desperate need of more, and if those are also originals you might have an actual fortune there."
[1d6+3 = (2+3) = 5] <E.Appraisal
[1d6+3 = (4+3) = 7]
[1d6+3 = (2+3) = 5]

>>393767
>Looking down at his stealth suit, he shakes his head in confusion.
"I don't understand how this would start a fashion war unless the gravitons were particularly interested in its electrical properties for thermo-optic masking... how does this translate to New Canterlot? Are Lightning aligned ponies determining fashion trends from what particles on the various planes tell them?"
>He checks over his hands and arms, frustration audible in his voice.
"This was not how I wanted to introduce human fashion aesthetics to Equestria at large. At best, it would merely be like Techwear, but without monitoring and adjustment mechanisms-"
>Cutting himself off with an irritated click of his tongue, he then sighs.
"Nevermind what I said. Yes, I remember Anonymous' situation being critical. I would have placed a moratorium on wish disc usage without prior approval even if Anonymous was not in a dire position. They have been a primary vector of human derived problems on Tallus, the most recent of which being the most recent Construct assault here."
(Clemency, Hollow, the list goes on. At least Twisted should be in a position to properly admonish the one responsible, for once.)
"And I assume Green Herd is some pony-human equivalent Gestalt?"

>Beginning to gather up the more portable items he had selected, various rings, pendants, and other small items are placed into his backpack while Naliyna's trade related items and cards are tucked into tactical vest pockets.
>Leaving only the manabomb cases behind, he listens to Twisted's suggestions as he packs.
"Understood. Though if she has, we likely are already in agreement."

>Glancing behind him, he folows Twisted's gaze.
"I wasn't aware he was still in here."
>Focusing back on her, he stands fully while hefting his laden backpack over his shoulders.
>The cup bearing his symbiote held close to his chest.
>Nodding at the pegasus, his brow furrows as he looks at the cup.
(Another life inadvertently altered. Don't fuck this up.)
>Waiting for Twisted to finish her orders with an unknown Starborn, he spares a look back to determine what Hodch seemed to be doing before facing her again.
"Understood. I have work to do at Razorback anyhow. Keep me notified in you receive a response from the Dragonspines."
>Offering a firm fist-over-heart salute, he then takes the portal back into the Atrium to deposit his symbiote over one of Flowing's candles.
>Ensuring it is not in any danger of beind knocked over, he then returns to Razorback.

>>393771
"We had lots of help from the Lost when they were found, even a real big crystal choir to sing free what was taken."
>A Warp Gate in the Crystal Empire that had fallen apart? That may have been the one her dam and sire had used to enter Tartarus to begin with. If so, then that was right out as a candidate.
"There are many around the Spire, but it's hard to tell if any of them are able to grant entry to Tartarus from here. Pinpointing exact location is difficult, but I'll know when I'm closer."
>In remembrance of not seeing a Gate while standing directly in front of one, Amy would have scrunched her snoot if she had one.
"But then again I could miss them when they're right in front of me."

>Inclining her head, Amy affirmed.
"Real materials are scarce in Tartarus, it's not a very physical place, in many ways it's the heart of Tallus. It's almost entirely comprised of pseudomaterials and other things only suggestive of physical matter. It's hard to enter and leave if you're not... Native to it?"
>She struggled to explain the exact nature of the place, but then again, that was the point. Tartarus was not an exact place.
"Crossing the boundary from this phase of space to Tartarus and back incurs a cost that must be paid and cannot be reduced or evaded in any way."
>Now that she thought about it, the rings in Tartarus did appear very much like it had once been a mine.
>As far as Avernus knew, it had been like that when she arrived. So who had initially mined it out? Questions she'd never thought of before simply because Tartarus was Tartarus to her now surfaced. Who had created the tunnels into it from Tallus? The Kerbann trees had been planted around the rings, and many of those were tens of thousands of years old, and yet the mined out rings predated even them.
>That was interesting to think about.
>What was more interesting was the idea of getting her hands on some crystalline foods.
"I'll try to see if a gateway can be opened here, they really could do with the materials. Crysamare, any grade, I think steel, titanium and heavier would help too."

>At hearing how valuable pseudocrystallines were, Amy shot a look rearward to her sleds. She had a fair few of those in her collection, but then that was her collection!
>Still, she was curious.
"How about meta-crystallines? I have some of those too, and half-crystallines, and crystalo-metalloids, and false materials too."
>Peering forwards at the humans and their archaic wargear, she couldn't help but get excited to see such archaeotech.
"M2... They belong in a reliquary!"
>It was good to know that she could technically pass for a crystallised human if she had to, provided she kept her equine parts under concealment.
>Unfortunately, these humans weren't Razorback humans, and it sounded like they were scarce around these parts too.
"Aw, oh well, do you think if I wait around long enough, one of them might show up?"
>Two options for shelter at least, she could stop by the Storm-Rose residence and they may set her up, though if they were annoyed with her dam, she could still fall back on the hostel.
"I may need to visit an exchange to trade in for common currency gems, I don't think I have too many of those. I can't be sure I'll be welcomed be the other Storm-Roses since my ah... My dam was not supposed to have me."
>Mischief arose.
"Me being a crime against nature and all!~"

>The Easy Bake Oven also belonged in a reliquary, of course after being consecrated and its machine spirit attended to by an appropriately ranked Techpriest, but then she knew nobody inducted into the ways of the machine cult, let alone one who would be sufficiently knowledgeable to see to such a marvel.
>Catching Rubelime's double take, Amy queried.
"A fortune?"
>Looking from the shinies to Rubelime, then to the shinies again, Amy made a face.
>Avernus asked her to open the satchel knowing she wouldn't be around when she'd done so.
>They belong in a reliquary!
"Oh, Avernus is in for it now! She's done for next I see her!"
>She let that threat exist quite openly.
>How much was in the satchel anyway? Amethyst wiggled her fingers and stuck her hand in.
>Deeper and deeper her arm went until her whole arm was inside the space up to her shoulder. The filly peeked down at where her arm would be in euclidean space outside the bag and ooh'd at the disjointment between what she felt and what she saw.
"Oh that's cool."

>>393766
>Sketching the odd set of Lumin's outline, diamond-slitted pupils shrink in focus while constantly rotating to ensure correct details.
"Really hard to miss two bright orange spheres in close proximity. Could ask around and see if somepony knows where the nearest Lander is."
"Can tell you there are eighteen heavy battleship sized Landers at the Basin Arena. Minimum total of eighty thousand or so."
"That's... way more than a pair."

*"Reports, records, contacts, battles, engagements.... ae grand wealth of history. Transcribing shall take three hours, four mayhaps."*

>Watching the cloud swirl before her for ten seconds, as chimes become silent the Luminary's head swings around to nod.
"Correct. The first decontaminated human shouted, quote: 'how many fucking missions did we do for free?!', end quote. Excepting you, thousands of altered memories have been reported."
>Breathing another out in a long stream right, then left, the Half-Naghtmare turns about to face you, kanpri visor displaying a large, stylized black X.
"Yes, most of us have have been reporting directly to her office. She was decontaminated immediately after.. erm... ...reattaching one of her wings. I do not want to HEAR that again so long as I live. I am also most thankful at being unable to see the physical world."
>Visor displaying Moon phases, the far right one was a curious black while her tone shifts in a curiously formal accent, one that reminded you of instruction on how Dragons speak to ponies.
"You are quite welcome. We know for certain one or more sunglobes in New Canterlot Palace contained Class 3 Anti. Plasma natively degrades certain artificial Elements within proximity, however the process must be carefully controlled. Direct contact between the two results in a remarkably large detonation. We unsure of the amounts as it is little possible to measure, however there was enough for perhaps five initial humans to become infected.
The secondary effects we have noted explicitly conditioned humans to prevent entering New Canterlot, Stalliongrad, and the Crystal Empire. For the most part that directive was, and I despise this word, obeyed. Similarly, the programmed urges most humans felt to stay in Las Pegasus were quite severe. A number of psychoses regarding that location have been removed.
I believe you understand what these mean."

>Enacting several basic analysis spells, two variants display a close age, registering you as an unknown primate descendant, Otherworlder.
>A partial list of known enchantmarents is shown, then a listing of anomalous energetics, along with a line of text reading out an 80% acclimation to Airstreams.
>Inspecting your Riftbonded.. it describes much the same, except for being comprised of a biomechanical fluid-state, possibly liminal, which she didn't mind.

>Hearing a suite of back and forth clicks on the channel, the aery voice from before speaks a fast line before Guillotine responds.
*"Aye. Thee vessail lain tae rest long afore final lifeweave upgrades granted an' applied, internal repairs be...... slow. System degradation.. partial. Light weaponry.. five of eight functional. Medium weaponry.. two of three functional. Heavy weaponry.. ae complete loss. Beyest nae docks remaining for repairs, 'less Ninth Fleet leaveth travel gates lie intact still."*
>Switching through a variety of Harpy dialects, one close to that of an archaic, young Navarch pegasus mare is chosen.
>You still couldn't understand it but at least the tones were familiar.
*"...what do ye intend?"*
[1d6+1 = (6+1) = 7] <Translation: Shattering Skies
[1d6+2 = (2+2) = 4] <Translation: Guillotine

>>393773
"A lot of New Canterlot ponies like to think they live in THE place where all forms of high fashion come from."
>Cracking a terrible grin that held sweet promises of short term suffering, the Ferron takes over again, leaning forwards snickering conspiratorially.
"Pegasi have a deep connection to Lightning. Now most don't normally wear clothes, but formal events require SOMEthing. Think of all those strong, fit Stalliongrad pegasi mares on Tartarus Isle, the curvy yet muscular Navarchs, and small, cute Ferron, all wearing aggressive lightning patterned skirts.
In short: pegasi are going to DOMINATE the runways outside of Mainland Equestria and all the fancy places in New Canterlot are going to lose their shit. You might have done another huge favor for me without even realizing it, that is if I can work out a deal with the Lightning Plane's Emissary."
>Shifting back to informal, a short, sharp nod is given, bringing out another card for you to examine.
>Same size as most pony business cards, made from a green material which appeared to be cardboard, but certainly wasn't, completely blank on both sides.
"Yep. When Coville was lost, not sure when that happened exactly, less than fifty earth ponies survived. They're a herd of four Earth Sorcerors, each are truly unique. One knows where almost everything native is on Tallus, another knows the safest places to store objects for.. basically forever. No idea what the mare and stallion do or know though."
>Ears perking up as a thought crosses paths, the small quill is snagged again, writing a short line on the card, but pauses from signing it.
"More than likely."
>The office rear held a much larger dark blue desk, utterly surrounded by stacks of tomes, grimoires, records, and maps cluttering the wall behind.
>Each of the thirty Naghtmares were helping seal the more dangerous relics of Hodch's collection away safely, three firmly writing reports while a frost-tinged Kingdom Crystal mare happily performs crystalwork on a giant hololith unit.
"His office in New Canterlot was destroyed. Didn't have much there anyhow, we keep the original reports here. Until he finds a better spot for a deep underground office like this one, I told him to take the space I wasn't using... and we completely forgot to label what each of us owned."
>Returing the salute with a crisp, snappy wing, the sudden gleam in each eye brightens.
"Will do.. maybe I could hire Amerose permarenently? Yeah, yeeaaah, she'd love that!"

>Returning to the transfer room, then back into the Atrium, this time on the north side alcove, the candles spread throughout were being left alone.
>Placing the Fire vessel atop the closest, pink flames roll outwards to form a sphere around it.
>One faint, cheerful, wordless tone is given in response.

>Most of the Starborn and Lunar Guard seated alone or meditating, the remainder listening to a softly pitched Crystal Kingdom song on the east side, stepping upon the translocation matrice a slight problem is encountered.
>Requesting Razorback Fortress, a forming eye creates a display of Basin Village still undergoing decontamination procedures; the hostel's stone was currently listed as zero access.
>Picking through number of safe locations for transport, the Nightblade's Den is an available option.
>Picking it, you're smoothly delivered to a large, mostly open six level cloud house, a chaotic assortmarent of cloud material chairs, tables, couches, sofas, and cushions are covered in blue or purple sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, a fair number of darkly colored occupants spread across each.
>Multiple sets of diamond-slitted eyes snap around to stare intently for a second, then relax, the mostly fruit-eaters waving sets of triple claws.

>Resuming travel to the Fortress, upon stepping out into the Pagoda, only Starglow was here, sitting inside Naliyna's stall, angrily checking prices on the hololith.
"Stupid piece of shit! She ripped off a million Bits?!"
>Halting, eyes travel up, then back down, her left ear flicking in typical impatience.
"...oh. If you're here for Stream Lark he's in the Workshop with the mute human Psion. Don't piss him or the Imperial squads off, they have orders to kill any and all threats."

>>393781
>Despite the mild detour, Pareidolia steps back into the Fortress in good time.
>Thankfully not experiencing a repeat of his first impromptu visit to the Citadel.
>He turns to address the mare who had made the outburst.
(Starglow. Member of Thrill's family. Naliyna likely not present? Basin Village decon ongoing.)
"Noted. Has Spiral--no, Astral Legacy returned to the Fortress yet? I assume Naliyna is not present. I have trade goods and clearances for her."
>He cranes his head around the Pagoda, looking for indications of life on the Fortress grounds.

>>393779
"Lost AND a Crystal Choir pitted against an Unborn? Should've recorded it! I'd love to hear everything that happened from start to end, but let's get what you need first hm?"
>Sharing an impressed smile to imply she meant every word, gem eyes flicker briefly.
"Haaaay.. that's what those domes around the Spire are. I know exactly where you mean! Always wondered why nopony went in them."
>Small screen brought up to search crystalplates in the Consortium's stock, Rubelime speaks in slow thought.
"Most of that does sound familiar. Myths and Legends courses were kinda dry, and I didn't take marely Dynasty classes since those were extra credit. Do remember a little bit about older regions having more primal stuff."
>Selecting a set, her access plate is floated out to be swiped again, returned with a quartet of Micro Crystalplates from the vendors, then brings up a medium hololith to scroll through industrial listings.
"Crysamare grades are at an all time low, especially in bulk! As for non-crystallines you should see the Industrial District, there's giant piles of metals and full warehouses everywhere. It's all just sitting and going for cut prices. Last I saw one ton of iron was... something like forty gems? Not sure about titanium but I'll get a report for you."
>Slotting two of the Micro Crystalplates into the helmet's rear storage, the other pair are slipped under her spinal plate, the Lancer turning a short, dumbfounded stare onto you.
"...you're serious. Checking-"
>Another screen opens as the first turns, inputting a trade search and finding a selection of buy offers in two seconds.
"Meta-crystallines are REALLY high. One-tenth ounce of low grade powder is nine hundred gems. Flat ounce of half-crystallines, low, are six hundred fifty. Crystalo-metalloids.. eight hundred and twenty for a half-ounce of the worst grade. Then again these are the lowest flat rates."
>Examining the image, the best armor was a truly archaic bodysuit fitted with either ceramic or metallic rigid plates, helmets a mixture of late stage Kevlar with early composites, while the utility equipment you could see did belong in a reliquary.
"Those are electronics? I feel.. ashamed."
>The team had a standard assortment of short to long ranged rifles, with selection of standard grenades, though there were no launchers or machine guns, while a single heavy revolver, pistol, and two compact SMG's are clearly secondaries.
"Could be a few Nights before Razorback comes through here. The couple... can't think of the name. Those two usually show up once a week for the big trade dealers. As for the ones living with Cady they don't visit the Square or markets much."
>Finished organizing a bulk price list and saving it for later, her visor flickers before frowning.
"Hang on... the marecenary companeigh my cousin's contracted to has this young mare that visits Razorback most every Night. Want me to send her a message?"
>Giving a heartfelt side eye of acknowledgemarent, a flat grin is given.
"Not sure what to say to that."
>Ears trying to flatten in the helmet but unable to, Rubelime snort-giggles, head thumping in the helmet.
"PFFFF! A crime of cuteness for sure! I really doubt they'd be irked, there's a lot worse than a mare running off with her stallion."
>InterPony compiling a list of older trade notices together, a second medium screen expands as she scrolls through it, returning the face with a merry grin, head tilting left to eye inside the satchel briefly.
"Definitely! A single 1 Bit silverine round is worth at least a hundred gems in Stalliongrad. The sapphirine blanks are minimum three hundred, rubynine four, emeraldine eight, diamondine varies. Then again all of these prices are outdated by three to eighty years.
....and that is actual PINK diamondine. I need to get somepony that knows what these are really worth, hang on-"
<Kingdom Crystal Pony> "Hay, it's me again, need a favor! ....no, not THAT! This is really important, I'm stuck here right now... I need somepony that knows Middle Dynasty stuff. There's a 1 Bit silverine round and a couple other pieces, intact, minimal wear too.
....HER? Yep, send her straight to me! Tell her to look for a stock Light Lancer on a Floatblade dragging a pair of Type B travel sleds. Yep, love you too, bye~"
>Blowing a kiss to the tiny screen before it clicks off, another stare is given as you reach inside.
>Temperature neutral at forty Mahrenheit, unable to find material beyond the satchel's opening, reaching up and around doesn't produce a result other than more anomalous space.
"...is that safe? Looks neat though. We don't use non-Snootclipean storage, they simply don't work for us or Kingdom. Or Conclave either come to think of it. Er... anyhow I've got a Grandmaster on the way, should be here real shortly."

>Drifting the Floatblade around in a circle and stopping it close to the Consortium's open counter, dragging the sleds behind into an orderly row, Rubelime apologizes for the wait, both of the vendors waving her off.
>Hearing sharp gem on stone clicks accompaneighed by light hoof clops from the rear, an amusingly normal royal blue unicorn mare slides to a halt on your left, panting heavily.
>Definitely in her late 50's, the mane and tail a dark shade of amethyst, the light pink eyes were interesting, Rubelime snickers before presenting the arriving mare with a nod.
"Didn't think you'd actually run here! Amy, this is Celery Souffle, owner of the biggest black market in the Empire. It's mostly legal too!"
>Right forehoof lifting in a 'wait please' motion, it was.. odd.
>A solid glowing amethyst prosthetic from hoof to below the knee is connected to a swirling black sphere, the mare presenting a Lunar styled informal bow, standing straight to speak with a warm, mature voice.
"Indeed, and my apologies for being late! That is correct, what is not legal here is traded elsewhere. So, may I see what is being offered? I have a great deal of expertise in Dynastic materials, objects, and items."

>>393785
"Hold on."
>Flicking six of the ten screens into smaller versions, two are condensed together, a defunct review of prices from Las Pegasus being compared to current Moorite, Navarch, Independent cloud-cities, then Imperial traders.
>Sitting back, the peculiar royal red and blue eyes smolder in cold fury for ten seconds before muttering in a harsh, sharp tone.
"That damn whorse.. I'm going to find and kill her."
>Poking her snout and sighing, the light blue Crystal mare sits back to nod, a faintly pleased smile creasing her muzzle.
"You mean the Elemental? Said he'll be under the Library for a while, something about getting a power pack together. I've never seen a Conclave stallion like that before.."
>Head swiveling around to examine the mostly empty trade stall, Starglow hums slightly, two panels opening to peer at.
"You missed her by about.. two and half hours. Her and Thrill should be back soon. They're visiting a Conclave for weapons right now."

>North and south, single lightly Lumin armored ponies, the designs older and mostly non-Equestrian, covered in glowing chimes circle around at a distance.
>Exhaling large red, purple, blue, or black clouds of energized Moonlight tinged semi-matter, each waits for the chimes to cease glowing and ringing.
"Mom's probably going to still be real mad when she gets back. This whatever stuff contaminating the whole place sent her into a frenzy."

>>393798
>Noting what he presumed to be Lumnaries decontaminating the grounds, he focuses back on Starglow.
(Unusually abrasive, relative to crystal ponies.)
"I see. And that Elemental is Astral Legacy. The pony responsible for the construction of this Fortress. Naliyna should be pleased to hear he was successfully returned. That should help offset the finding of Anti contamination."
>Placing a hand on the vest pocket containing the Rime Lattice Orb, he idly clasps it.
(Need to return this with Astral when she arrives.)

>Looking over the incensed crystalline mare, he asks:
"Were you referring to somepony who cheated Razorback of a million bits, earlier?"

>>393799
>Starglow's mane and tail gleam with small dots as she selects a Kingdom index to compare against the rest, snorting in faux-heartbreak.
"Really? Thought the name was familiar. He's hoofsome but I know when there's no chance, his eyes said so."
>Lips pulling back in a tight, thin line, Starglow sets a new screen to search for missing personal equipment among Operator records.
"I was contaminated by that shit too. No wonder I always got headaches from being around you all. Didn't cause any real harm to Thrill. Mom, though... she bit the table and threw it out the door again."
>Smiling in harsh amusmarent, a larger screen appears, taking up the Pagoda's left side.
>Numerous images of Serra are displayed, saddlepack, side, and rump satchels always overflowing, running into Las Pegasus matrices, returning photos showing a variety of triumphant grins while carrying small white pages.
"Yeah... somepony that was here for a while, uh, the name is Serrated Feathers. She sent a half a thousand pounds of low grade Mystic diamond flakes and shards to Las Pegasus. Also close to nineteen thousand pounds of gem grade diamond, from flakes to intact pieces. She got a receipt for each shipmarent. The total for both is slightly over a million Bits.
There's a huge list of materials, weapons, armor, tools, toys, enchantmarents, utilities, clothing.... bunch of other stuff that she traded, or sold, but she was never paid for any of it. I'm not even close to done figuring it all out yet."
>Changing to a series of stills pointed at Roust, large, bright metallic blue mushrooms floating behind her, the majority are soccerball sized.
"The big Changeling has a bunch of mature bluesteel, huge ones too. Mom has sixty traders in her list, weird part is nopony's had any interest. Four to fifty thousand gems for a one pound ingot depending on purity. Sure, there's no way to refine Otherworld steels here. Takes a big metalchemical lab to do that. Most of those charge a flat two hundred gems for their services, no minimum amount."
>Switching to a scrolling, indented list of throughout the past two years, Starglow's tone drops into a cold, flatter accent.
"Mom asked me to quadruple check everything on her 'lith, so I did. Using 29,995 prices, the total is nine million, eight hundred and thirty thousand gems worth, rounded down. Adjusting to this year's indexes, it's still six million, five hundred thousand. I'm about ninety-five percent done.
The Enclave stuff is her problem, my head hurts and I'm not getting paid to do this."
>Leaving each screen where they are, she breathes out a heavy sigh, blinking twice before switching to an eager, questioning voice.
"Do you know who the really cute Lorekeeper is? Little older than me, Kingdom mare, sweet voice, smells nice? Showed up a while ago for a meeting. Astral said to either spend all of Razorback's Bits or exchange for gems.
I also need to talk to... Clemency, Sunny, and Bubba. There's something strange going on with the trade notices they brought back."

>>393800
>A dark frown covers his face, thankfully hidden behind his helmet visor, as Starglow details the sheer scale of losses incurred by Serrated Feathers.
(... Possible lead on Linara. Actions may have been undertaken in an Anti-induced state.)
>Ensuring his helmet camera captured the hololith's pictures, he awakens Shiibo from sleep mode.
>He leaves her a note reading [Potential lead: Linara -> Serra].
>Giving her time to initialize and catch up on prior recorded footage, he sets his pack down and begins shifting all the goods he hadn't claimed for personal usage onto the matrice to deliver to the Enclave.
>Various rings are slid over his gloved fingers, and additional pendants are donned then tucked behind his tactical vest while being kept separate by liberal application of his Sticky enchantment.
>He glances up as Starglow's complaint shifts to a clear interest in Amerose.
"Her given name is Amerose. Head Lorekeeper of the Enclave. She will likely be receptive. As for Clemency and Sunny, I was not present during the call, but they had responded to the Basin Village defense. Clemency is likely still undergoing Anti decontamination. Sunny was reported missing in action near the area. The last report I received of Bubba was that he went with your mother to the Enclave, but that was some time ago. I do not know his current location."
>He taps in the runes for the Enclave with his boots as he finishes.
"What's wrong with their trade notices?"

>>393801
>Stepping back into view, the avatar nods, checking for local connections first, then studying through previous logs and video.
>Eyebrows raising slightly, six mainframes are accessed, the main server, four under the name Aguina, then Astral Legacy's communication network.
'Interesting.. sending requests for authorization.'
[1d6+4 = (4+4) = 8] <E.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6]
[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6]

"Oh? Yesss!"
>Smiling wide, Starglow lifts both hooves to press her snout, rocking side to side in short, excited motions, her entire body brightening several degrees with a merry tone.
"Thank you! I'll try to catch her when she's not busy, would love to take her on a date. She seems so nice."
>Front legs placed on either side, ears twitch in spastic, clearly uncomfortable motions for three seconds.
"Basin Village is still off limits. It was renamed too, didn't catch what though. Two of the odd mares said there's problems with humans having... psychotic breaks."
>Exhaling raspily before flipping her mane in an effort to distance from that topic, the younger Remostrine frowns, which turns into a deep, angered scowl.
"Not good. Will have to tell Shanis when she comes back, that's one of her contractees. And Bubba's still in the Enclave studying that... monster. Don't wanna see that thing again."
>Biting her lips for a few seconds, suspicion flickers across her face twice, gazing up to fix the helmet's center.
>Eyes tightening briefly, she takes on a serious, cool tone, setting up three long notices on longer screen.
"Mom said you've done her some huge favors, so I'll help for a while or unless this headache gets worse.
The Free Traders mom got in contact with are a pretty secret faction that hates Mainland Equestria. Probably got burned a few times in New Canterlot. They trade stuff from all over the Dragonspines, basically whatever the Vigilants don't or can't use. Elder Dragon Council gave them a charter some time ago: no taxes, fees, fines, nothing like that."
>Giggling brightly at the typically restricted access items, Starglows ears waggle at the next.
"Bubba brought this trade notice back... some of it is INSANE! She's selling a bunch of impossible to find weapons, Dusk Strider stuff and there's even one of the lost alicorn weapons too! A million Bits... that's totally worth the price!"
>Reviewing what was being offered, Shiibo starts to pale, then thinks better of it, slapping a [BUY NOW.] sticker over her head.
"This last one.. I'll just say I know them but if their name ever gets shared outside of Razorback there's going to be some absolutely angry ponies showing up here. I've been redacting the name wherever it shows up just in case."
>The third was directly copied from a number of official trade notices, short phrases blacked out across, each the same length, which Starglow points away from.
>Rotating the screen 45 degrees left with a hum, the left forehoof points down several lines, resetting, then rotating right 45.
"See all these? Align any of those three in certain angles, like this, or this. They're set in a weirdly specific way. None of mom's InterPonies have figured out what they mean and I have no idea what to think."

>'Shiibo' takes clear snapshots of each to orient, a series of comparisons run which creates a series of letter codes.
'She is correct. Obviously coded.. and thoroughly unrecognizable. No equine ciphers on file. Impossible to decrypt without a master list, preexisting knowledge of operational guidelines, and faction specific terminology.
Excluding direct access by Naliyna and Clemency, this one should be marked as either restricted or classified. Redacting now.'
>Scrubbing the files and a short amount of time from her active recording, the avatar returns, eyeing the first two listings.
'Hm. Sir, this may be an interconnected black market. Please ask her these questions in order: do these prices seem inflated by ninety-percent? Are you aware of any stable large black markets outside the Empire? Do you know of a black market which buys for near-equivalent values?'

>>393803
>He weaves a half wave towards the crystal mare at her glee as he moves gear from his pack.
"Yes. Mercy was missing as well. A search is already underway. As for the psychotic breaks, depending on the memories altered it would not be unsurprising. Those humans may be critical in determining what this contamination was all for. Their presentation sounds different from the majority."

>Stepping off the edge of the matrice after the goods he deposited were whisked away by the Remnant's portal, he regards the three trade notices with a wary eye.
'These goods are... impossible to believe.'
>Sharing an incredulous look to match Shiibo's initial paleing face, he tilts his head as he reorients the third notice multiple times.
'Noted. Third notice is restricted.'
>Leveling his neck, he shifts the chin of his helmet against his head.
"Three questions. Are these prices on the first two notices inflated by ninety percent? Are you aware of any stable large black markets outside of the Empire? And do you know of any black markets which buy at near equivalent values? Regarding that third notice, it is absolutely coded and impossible to decrypt without proper cypher lists. My system also lacks the requisite information to crack it. You should only show that notice to Naliyna or Clemency."

>>393808
"Mercy? Damn it, those two better be safe! I owe her two blankets and a kiss already."
>Smoothly ditching the other topic by selecting a comparison of Imperial to Kingdom vendors, Starglow's ears stick upright, speaking in amazemarent, though 'Shiibo' makes a slight cutting motion in view.
"I know, right?! Makes me wonder what else they all have in stock they simply haven't advertised yet!"
'She is... most excitable. Sir, please refrain from continuing the second part of that conversation, you are causing moderate psychological distress.'
>Running down a match of heavy Kingdom era ExoFrame shields, the mare's eyebrows furrow briefly before snorting aloud, head tilting left to smile prominently.
"For one, almost all of them are! Normally there's a good lead in deal, that's an object most ponies would want, at a fair or slightly above value price. There's quite a few of those in ach and they're REALLY hard to say no to.. even if I'm completely broke.
Two, there's at least five of, yes. Free Traders, Cairn Wharf, same place Bubba got that notice from, Whitewing Dealers, and the Navarchy's Blackout Hall.
For three, also yes. Each of them buys at minimum ninety to ninety-five percent value. It's actually a lot easier to take on risks than you might think, especially if a group sells specific styles, types, or certain factions."
>Nodding twice, Starglow motions through to seal the last set of offers.
"Kind of thought as much but wasn't sure. I'll remove it so only they can see, and keep the original papers under this cushion for Clemency. The offer is funny, too."
>Resuming her inspection of offers, and finding no matches for them, she leans forwards at two new screens, each detailing older pieces from Las Pegasus that weren't bouth.
"Most of these are.... I have to say really odd. Not much has been refurbished except for one of the Kingdom shields. Almost like these have been pulled out of museums, reliquaries, that sort. So far as I haven't seen any listed as missing. Must be some really big old collections opened up. Or inherited!"

'Interconnected black market confirmed.. one minute sir, this is leading to far more probing questions.'
>Parsing through data quickly, the avatar stands at attention, head slightly cocked left.
'No more questions necessary, sir.
Interesting. Do you also have the sense a certain old black earth stallion is deeply involved? This will take some time to explain.
The pony version of a black market offers goods, services, and information which do not meet a specific faction's guidelines or rules
Both Lucky Stars and Linara match that definition precisely, which I will speak on shortly.
Trade prices are certainly greatly inflated, yet are equally desirable even at their current margins. Were I capable of doing so, I would spend eight hundred thousand Bits immediately, not including the alicorn weapon.
The strict rule of not allowing bartering is flatly unreasonable to nearly all ponies. Therefore, a pony is not in charge of this endeavor. I suspect a Minotaur, Gryphon, or a young, fully trustworthy and incorruptible Dragon to be keeping full track of the amounts.
Should an object be purchased, we know for certain that ninety percent overcharge is not being used to expand any of the black markets themselves. As the initial buy in factor and overhead becomes paid for, a black market must increase its share of openly available goods and services to continue expansion. These have not done so.
Nearly all previous bills of sale and trade notices do not feature decreasing prices over time. Using the prototype's equine mindset, this would be a near-literal offense... doing so is criminal in nine factions.
I have studied the visible prices and noticed a specific trend in Las Pegasus when it was available: goods, housewares, clothing, materials, food, drinks, and the like were kept one to five percent below market norms for Razorback. Excluding luxuries, relics, and the like.. I am fairly sure most of those items were not stolen as suspected.
The Tower Guard, Honor Guard, among numerous high ranking assets, nobles, royals, and the like would have destroyed Razorback had they known. All outlier objects, relics, weapons, armors, artifacts, and the like... sir, Sapphire Kiwi's five percent collection and the office's contents? Sha'Ro would have far more than her in comparison.
Ahem. According to limited intelligence gathered on Linara, along with several archives from Flash, she was, or is, an exceptionally astute influence in destroying competing New Canterlot rivals, ones which I heavily suspect were Anti-infected. A number of Stalliongrad competitors were peacefully taken over, while less than ten were pushed out. She may have been attempting to protect Razorback's open access there by openly acting in a pseudo-competitive manner.
From what I have been able to estimate, the Stalliongrad Import-Export Corporation has at least fifty thousand earth ponies working under various sub-companies, cooperatives, and smaller associated businesses. Equally, a large number of typically equine Stalliongrad amenities were provided to Razorback through multiple cutouts.
Second case in point: approximately 60% of the trees and various seeds planted throughout Razorback are strictly Stalliongrad natives. The excellent cold resistance, good yield, highly acceptable flavors, and long term storage characteristics point to this.'

'There is a >93% probability Stream Lark undertook an external campaign in setting up private reserves and deposits outside the structure of Mainland Equestria. Similarly, only the Princesses and their most trusted agents would be keeping tabs on such.
Correction: >95%. Each receipt form is specific to capital cities. Those are quite easy to track.
In sum: we are not being played, the provided shelter is merely becoming apparent. Please continue while I connect to the prototype, she has likely upgraded at this time.'
[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6] <E.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+4 = (1+4) = 5]
[1d6+4 = (1+4) = 5]

>Both hands cupped and peering through the window, Katyal stares, smiling at acceping the filly toucher's contract to perform this delivery.
('Shinies are so hard to resist.. GAH! FUCK THAT GAME! DAMN YOU ANON! ...I wanna know more about the sequels but not until you stop dying!')
>Finding no physicals moving or hostile immaterials of various distinctions which she hated dealing with, both hands drop to her side, glancing up to eye the steel plaque in disgust.
"Pony Barracks, Modular... fuck. Really hope they don't start going THAT route too. Took us sixteen thousand years to get out of it."
>Head turning left to eye the rifle's barrel, down at the SMG, then balling her fists so she couldn't reach a grenade, the woman's right left knuckle tapping against the high velocity semiauto on her belt.
"Remember what Folu said: close combat cannot be your specialty on this world, thus I need you to stay strong for me-"
>Deep inhale, deep exhale, deeper inhale, deeper exhale, finishing the next line in a sincere, welcoming tone.
"Because I'm NOT good at it. ...did I seriously do something bad last night or tonight?"
>Pushing that line of thought aside with new, somewhat firmer willpower, she opens the door with her right hand, stepping in and closing said door loudly.
>Pausing a fiftieth-second, she listens, observes, then expands her awareness in the same.
('Shower in use. Diamond or better. High purity human. Weak ka. Ingrained. No enchants. No local weapons. No local armor. No local materials. Not yet at least. Loyalty. Conditioned. Heavy engrams. Objectives structured. Orderly. Resistant. Resilient. Clueless. Confused. ...physically exceptional. Mentally malleable. Possible candidate for hybrid program. Should I? .....adding him to the list. Build new bridges later. Sorry Folu, need to give him this chance, genetics are incredible. Need results soon.
..............Crystal mare. Complete unknown? Right. Harmonics difficult. Tones. Vibrations. Registers. Based on solid emotional states. Extreme threats. Best friends. Never studied how to soul-search them. Good. Faster this way.')
>Grinning slightly, Katyal strides in to knock on each of the west side doors, making no attempt to hide her boots clomping, and in fact adding considerable effort to turn each one into a stomp.
>Finding no answers, she steps into an incredibly pony meeting and lounging den, systematically analyzing it for clues while suspending investigation at the southwest side shower.
('Luxurious. Plush. Comfortable. Easy seating. No obstacles. Great material colors. Cool temperature, temp neutral. Minimal blue, white, yellow light sources. This place is perfect. Must convince Sapphire Kiwi to implement hybrid programs.... later. Saddle Arabian Cults dedicated to the Burning General need to be restructured. Shown too. Possibilities = endless. Can't fail Committee now.')
>Allowing a trace smile to flicker across her lips, she turns hard right, heels thumping on polished, enchanted, incredibly firm ironwood.
('No wonder their companions love this place. Few ponies COULD disagree. Meets all equine requiremarents.')
>Standing in front of the extra large pony style shower, right hand snaps out to grab the handle silently, preparing herself, then opens it in a swift motion, intoning the drilled name in severity.
"Elusine Ametrina, Imperial Warden Knight, descendant of Princess Cadenza Mi Amore, or Miyamori. You are hereby charged to-"
>Letting the half-threat hang, the seated Crystal mare's forelegs drop down to cover her exposed teats, lime colored eyes snapping open in shock, leaning back against the rigidly faced Asiatic human.
>Halted from scrubbing her front shoulders, his jaw sets, instantly taking on a hostile gaze while he makes to stand in order to protect the mare.
>Another split-second is used to confirm the temperature inside, Katyal noting ninety-five degrees, judging the steam, warmth, pressure.
('Excellent reaction speeds. Hers is false. He hasn't acclimated. Perfect situation.')
>Turning left and reaching back to drag the giant heart-shaped crystal out from behind her pack's straps, Katyal bends forwards, presenting it in both hands while changing her timbre to a truly honest, warm variation.
"Carry My Love. Your cover is no longer necessary. She is beyond pleased, as are the benefactors. Join them, please."
>The mare's eyes snapping up to regard her in shock, fear, and anger, Kat smiles knowingly at the man, once more taking on the commanding medic persona.
"If you have been forced into this position, state you did not consent to the nearest equine authority. Otherwise, plow her again."
>Laying the holy crystalline object down inside the shower, Kaytal's left fist thumps onto her chest, bowing deeply at the waist.
"Do not act as if I have insulted nor interrupted you for I have not. The Goddesses bless you both this Night."
>Standing up straight, the door is shut, spinning around on the right heel and marching forwards to enter the hallway with the most SINISTER grin she felt was appropriate.

>Setting the brush down, Chisan thinks, considers, then mentally grimaces, wrapping his arms loosely around the royal mare's neck.
>Pulling her back against his chest, the Tempestus Scion frowns, knowing the Inquisitor was going to ask HIGHLY specific questions.
>Maybe.
"Elusine?"
"Yes?"
"I did not.. dislike the sexual activities you required from me in order to retain your role."
"I'm REALLY sorry! I've been stuck like this for weeks!"
"Do not apologize or be concerned, my orders are to maintain your cover at all costs."
"Thank you... can you close your eyes? Okay, touch right there. Grab that-"
"There is a crease or edge. What must I do?"
"Pull REALLY fucking hard in a single motion-"
>Jerking the skin-like edge open, the noblemare half-shrieks as Chisan holds up-
"A false scar. I now understand the situation."
"FFFFFFFFF THAT BIIIIIIIIITCH! SHE NEVER SAID THEY'D HURT THIS GODDESS DAMNED BAD!"
"This..... is going to be difficult to explain."
"YOU'RE TELLING ME!"

>>393812
>Pareidolia draws back his posture for a moment, suddenly acutely aware of the faux pas he committed.
>After a few seconds, he settles back to a more neutral stance.
"I see."
>Nodding slightly at Starglow after she finishes, he makes a slight forward bow.
"Thank you for the information. Good luck sorting the rest of those records. When Naliyna returns, let her know Astral and I will have something to return to her."
>As he departs, he hones in on Shiibo's lecture.
>Making his way to the Library, he heads for Astral's Lab to seek out Inquisitor Flash.
"Understood. With the context of Anti accounted for, Stalliongrad's view of Razorback is now extensively reevaluated. The nautre of our support has been elucidated. I assume the prototype is with Flash and Astral?"

>>393797
"Okie dokie!"
>Amy didn't feel the feat was that impressive, there wasn't much she did, the Lost had saved themselves and it would have gone much worse without Lila there to keep the Daymare's focus.
>But domes around the Spire? Amethyst wondered what they were for. Surely to keep the gates sheltered, but then why would nopony enter them? Damaged? Sealed? And why were there so many? It was hard to say. She shared her thoughts.
"Maybe to keep them preserved, a lot of the gates have been damaged beyond use, it took a while to find one that lead out to Tallus, and that was aaall the way in Saddle Arabia near the Eyeraq border if I recall correctly."
>Amy eyed the access plate with a slightly furrowed brow. Here she was walking around with so many valuables, and Rubelime was using her own funds! This couldn't be allowed to stand, oh she was gonna get it, as soon as the filly figured out how she was gonna get it.
"There were lots of Dynasty classes for me to take since my teacher, Avernus, was from that era."

>A ton! For barely a few dozen gems!
>That was a lot of raw material for the kind of gems she could amass with easy access to Tartarus and the materials in it, but how would she transport it all? Amy would need some kind of super heav- Oh there was that need for a tank again.
"Ooh, I could take so much advantage of my access to Tartarus just hauling raw materials in and out."
>Amy could become a fairly successful trader, how about that?
>She gave Rubelime a cheerful smile.
"Semi-serious. My collection is precious to me beyond its actual value, but if I have to trade any of it for necessities, I can."
>Turned out her collection was worth a lot. Should she really be walking around with it all out in the open? Just the bare knowledge of what she was carting around could affect the prices.
>The human's wargear selections were very old, yes, but she wasn't about to look down her nose at such archaic artifice.
"I think they're beyond precious.~"
>Inclining her head again at Rubelime's clarification, it would be a few nights before one may come along that she could make contact with. She could spend a month or more in the Empire just getting acquainted with everything and everypony and be happy with that, but Lila would be miserable in these temperatures for that span of time.
"Hm..."
>Though Rubelime was quick to offer an alternative.
"Oh! Thank you if you would, please? My sire asked me to find them first, and he felt it was very important for me to do so."
>Amy didn't need to sense emotions to know that discussing what she was could be a politically touchy subject, so she felt it was best to keep vague.
"The only thing we can say, it is what it is."
>A snicker of her own followed.
"They did run off all the way to Tartarus, I can only imagine that it was so scandalous they felt the need to elope to another dimension."
>With how valuable the shinies in the satchel were, Amy wouldn't need to barter any of her collection, which was such good news that Amy beamed brightly.
"Yay! I can keep my whole collection now!~"
>She giggled as she waved her arm around inside the extra-dimensional space, waggling her eyebrows at Rubelime.
"I'm not worried, Avernus would not have given it to me if it weren't safe, and I trust her judgement implicitly."
>Still, she withdrew her arm from the satchel, having had her fun with it.

>The unicorn stopping by their side drew Amy's attention, quirking her brow at the panting. She looked like she'd dropped everything and came here at a gallop, surely what she had couldn't have been so valuable to warrant getting here so quickly.
>Perhaps she simply wanted to get in on what Amy had to offer first, but then, nopony else even knew yet, why the rush?
>Amethyst gave the mare a friendly wave.
"Hello Miss Souffle, my name is Amethyst Dalli-Storm-Rose. It's nice to meet you.~"
>The booping finger knew there was a new target, but was behaving for the moment.
"Yup, here!~"
>Stepping forward, Amy presented Celery with the entire satchel for her perusal, still open while considering her own knowledge of the currencies.

[1d6+5 = (1+5) = 6] < Graduate Dynasty [Pre-Late Era]
[1d6+5 = (3+5) = 8]
[1d6+5 = (3+5) = 8]
[1d6+5 = (4+5) = 9]

>>393816
"I honestly hope you do, otherwise-"
>Starglow's lips twitching back and down with a sour face, left forehoof motioning at the matrice closing behind you.
"Nova left a little while ago, dragging some... horrible bright white THING with her. Said real calmly she'd come back when it's dead... if it can die that is. Nopony has found Tipsy the Terror yet either."
>Eyes twinkling, the young mare's head dips in an informally respectful Imperial motion, turning back to smile at the screens present.
"You're welcome! I'll make sure to grab her and Thrill when they come in. Headache's not bad now so I'll try to finish this."

'No sir. Her unit is still in your room undergoing testing phases regarding specialist equine hierarchies.'
>Both hands lifting to hold her face at an angle that would be excruciating for a human, the avatar breathes in relief, dropping down to hold opposite arms afterwards.
'And thank you. 90% of the time a pony attempting to avoid a topic, situation, image, and ecetera is doing so for reasons of individual comfort, sanity, safety, security. Not always in that order. You may call them marentally fragile and to specific extents that is true. I must ask you to remind yourself once per night of the following: I am not dealing with humans whom are highly capable at concealing their faults.
Crystal ponies are extremely attuned to emotions on a likely genetic basis, particularly their own and those of their herd. Starglow is Naliyna's youngest daughter and therefore of high importance as the progeny of one whom WILL accept becoming a Charter Council mare. I have little other information except to state that Starglow is a lethally effective combatant, though approximately 50% capable compared her dam.... and she apparently likes mares? Strange.
I am also hereby advising you to read my dossier regarding Equine Pressure & Resistance, THEN study the Basic Human/Pony Relations app when time allows.'
>Suddenly twitching sideways before reverting to normal, 'Shiibo' commits to a double facepalm, an exasperated sigh drags out.
'Sssssevere logic fault detected, resetting.'
>Slumping forwards, the AI's head hangs low as she reboots.

>Finding the Library partially unoccupied, double pairs of Luminaries in older, strictly non-Equestrian armors to the left and right are seated on tables, couches around them filled by a large number of FNG's, Recruits, and Rookies.
>Not hearing, seeing, nor sensing Dancing Eyes, the fillies, colt, or Razorback ponies, the partly hidden Lab door is closed when you reach it.
>Walking down the spiraling staircase, it had been extensively cleaned of blood, dirt, and other stairs.
>Reaching the bottom to enter the Lab proper, a number of shelves, chests, lockers, and tables had been moved around, the majority now occupying what appeared to be a Geomantic array.
>Noting the trove's door to the right wide open, upon quicker inspection the four anomalous squares were now active and spread apart.
>Four strictly equine platforms, similar to late model androids yet far more complex, are slowly being pieced together, suites of short, internal weapons, casings, canisters, and what appeared to be synthetic muscles await biological organ lookalikes.
>Walking to the rear pair of rooms, the left was closed while the right was open, the main glow gems dimmed, soft rustling heard through the helmet's systems.
>Leaning around to check, in the dim a dull green, archaic pegasus pegasus stallion was laying the equine Inquisitor on her left side, leaning forwards to place forehooves on leg bandages.
>Definitely Astral, though the amber eyes, feathers, a pair of heavy, bright yellow tendrils connected above the wings, and body comprised entirely of interconnected vines was remarkably unusual.
>Ears swiveling around and looking up, the eyes squint briefly in subdued blue glows.
>Right tendril raising, a series of words are printed before it in shifting blue-yellow: [One minute please.]
>Head tilted down and left, the unique soloform listens intently, placing both tendrils on Velasi's chest.
>Standing up and jumping, both wings flick, propelling himself forwards, gliding to land at the door and sliding out.
>Left wing reaching back, feathers enlarge and twist around the handle, slowly sliding it closed.
>Exhaling a small puff of blue which dissipates quickly, Astral gazes up into the helmet, amber taking over with a slight, considerate tone.
"She's doing better from Nova's aid, but will likely lose the affected eye. It will be approximately six Nights before she recovers.
Her protege, Mallia Castella, whom you may have met her previously, has full access to the Standard Template Construct system. Flash's templates, modifications, and errata are for the most part unlocked. She is ready to begin producing non-Era Locked wargear. The term refers to everything from a basic set of cutlery to a two hundred ton anti-everything tank.
What do you need first?"

>Returning from safe boot, 'Shiibo' stretches out her arms, glancing around inside the helmet to double check system interactions.
'Sir. Confirmed: one hundred ten hours of redactions from the prototype's files, logs, video, audio, analytics, processes, records, and other system requirements. Excepting drive damage, she is fully operational to nearly my current standards. I must inform you that the strictly equine characteristics have been.. show him if you would.'
>Staring down at the [REDACTED] why does it have [REDACTED] they look like [REDACTED], the AI makes a note to wipe her data later as a bright pink pinata appears, using Tipper's voice while tilting around.
'Surprise! Welcome back sir.'
'Heavily modified, question mark. I do not know where your current avatar comes from, how, when, nor why."
'Neither do I. It is rather comfy though. And quite fun. I have a tremarendous amount of excellent news to share, if you have time that is.'
'Sync?'
'Of course.'
[1d6+3 = (3+3) = 6] <E.Electronic Warmare
[1d6+3 = (4+3) = 7]
[1d6+3 = (5+3) = 8]
[1d6+4 = (6+4) = 10] <E.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+4 = (1+4) = 5]
[1d6+4 = (4+4) = 8]

>>393820
>A quirk of confusion creases his face upon hearing Shiibo's response.
'Then how would she be upgraded? I thought the package was to be delivered physically.'
>Expression shifting, he closes his eyes for a moment in discomfort.
'Right. Apt reminder of species social differences. They do not behave like humans in the face of stressors. And I will, after the prototype's and you bodies are produced.'
>That discomfort changes to concern as Shiibo resets.
>Unable to do anything other than wait for her to reboot, he quickens his pace as he enters the Library itself.
>Paying little mind to the presumed decontamination that was ongoing, he makes his way down into the Lab.
>Unsurprisingly, the interior had been rearranged to better suit an Elemental's needs.
>Stepping around the edge of the circle in an attempt to not potentially disturb any Geomantic flows, he slows down to regard the android pony shells.
(Remarkable design adaptations. High quality, precision. Since when did we have the capability of making these?)
>Noting the noise coming from the rear right room, he peeks in to see a pegasus stallion of an older species variant comprised of vines examining the Inquisitor.
>Standing back as Astral writes out his request to wait, Pareidolia waits at a respectable distance while examining yet another form Astral seems to have mastered.
(Clearly more biological in focus, capable of medical examination to some degree... and flight.)

>Looking down at Astral's green vine face, he states:
"I am sorry to hear that. I hope an alternative replacement can be found."
>He tilts his head from side to side as he considers the additional news.
"Does this Standard Template Construct system poesses the capability to produce a 'fully functional unicorn mare' body for a prototype ay-eye? Twisted Wing's orders to have that produced or procured and then brought to her immediately. As an additional personal request, my other ay-eye Shiibo will also require a combat capable, general use android frame. Though she may want to provide additional input to mine on design choices."

>Holding up one hand to the side of his helmet, his other hand makes a "hold on a moment" gesture while he looks to the side.
"Their systems are contacting me, one moment."
>With a slightly furrow brow, he blinks as Shiibo reports.
'That is good to hear. But these logic faults, what are they caused by? If you need additional down time, I can make due.'
>His eyes track the pink pinata avatar as it bounces across his internal helmet display.
'Consider me surprised. Twisted Wing has requested we secure you a fully functional unicorn mare body frame, after which you will be assisting her in whatever taskings she requires. Shiibo can share the meeting notes. Currently attempting to procure that, so we have some time. If both of you acquiesce, I can project your displays. Will make conversation with Astral easier.'

>>393817
>Eyes flaring, Rubelime nickers sharply, a host of images showing Warp Gates from intact, slightly damaged, all the way through a hundred states of damaged and torn apart yet still functional, then to... you weren't sure what could turn one into fractal shards.
"That's what I was thinking. There were a lot of ponies angry at the Dynasty but destroying safe Warp Gates was a terrible idea. That threw everything off. And.. SADDLE ARABIA was the closest Tartarus Gate you could find? Damn. Just.. that is NOT good.
Let me see if there's any Float systems for trade or sale, you badly need one."
>Requesting an InterPony to perform a dedicated search, the young mare's helmet tips, visibly thonking quite hard, then bends around with a puzzle face.
"Avernus? Dynasty, Aver, long phrase, probably a quadruple expanded classification. Nus, short phrase, once or twice expanded? I'm... fairly positive I've heard that name before. Was and is she a high ranking Dynasty noble? And double damn for that matter. I know there's some still alive from that time but she has to be what, at least one-thousand six-hundred years old now?"
>Helmet shaking several times, the Lancer's face tightens as her left forehoof swings out in an appealing motion.
"Why shouldn't you? Look, I'm an Imperial marecenary. Most of the Conclave and Kingdom mines we've tried to reclaim in the past year have been overrun with lethal creatures. If there's a chance one of them has half a pound of pseudomaterials at least twenty companeighs jump at the offer within five minutes, if not more.
The Empire simply doesn't have enough of those to continue shaping, creating, building, repairing, or trying to revise what our dams and sires had access to. Changelings help us a lot, but there aren't marely of them so we try to make sure they're safer than we are. When trade was cut off from Neighsia most of our pseudomaterial stockpiles have dwindled to basically nothing. Crysamare is great but it's painfully slow to make. We're scraping the barrels at this point."
>Nodding slowly, a small grin spreads while bringing up an image of an overstuffed chest filled with raw crysamare shards.
"Most of that I don't wanna trade either."
>Ears waggling once, a tiny window is opened, faint chimes emitting in attempted connection.
"Sure! My cousin's probably awake still, if not I'll leave her a message."
<Kingdom Crystal Pony> "....hey there, you feeling better? ...oh, nice. How long until you can walk? ...wow, that fast? Crazy.
Listen, sorry to do this right now but can I get a big favor? ....nothing like that, no. Do you know the mare's name in your companeigh that visits Razorback most nights? There's a filly here that needs to get in touch with her........ got it, thank you. ...nope, we're off duty tonight, so I don't mind at all. ...of course, I'll bring a big one. See you in a few hours then."
>Tongue clicking as the window vanishes, another is brought up, Kingdom text entering rapidly.
"Got the name and InterPony link, sending her a VIP message right now. Aaaaaaaand done!"
>Shifting about to regard the young vendor mares stacking crates briefly, Rubelime turns a droll gaze to you.
"That's nowhere near like jumping into the Dominion Plane during a diplomatic exchange. If Tartarus was safe enough to have you then good for them! Besides, eloping is classic. I uh.. haven't actually found somepony to consider doing that with."

"You hail from the Storm-Rose clan? No wonder I recognize the tones. You are most adorable like the rest of their fillies and dams! It is a sincere pleasure to meet you."
>Returning the wave with a bright smile, Celery turns about to face you, eyebrows wriggling with mischief while her snout crinkles slightly.
"I do not mind at all. Please, go ahead."

>Thinking back on the many, marely lessons regarding Middle Dynasty trade coins and blanks, they had...
>Tallying the most common uses, the number reaches 5,000 before your vision swims slightly.
>Or was that the unicorn bending around in a noodle shape?
>Probably both.
"Did she just..?"
"I... do not know and do not want to."
>While armor, weapons, and enchantmarents were common, or costly windows, the composites were developed to allow for thousands of ritual uses before needing a reshape or reharmonization.
>One of the more practical options was to create Geomantic patterns, alleviating the burdens of Mystics, Sorcerors, Druids, blood mages, and to a small extent, unicorns.

"This is beyond incredible... I've never seen so much pink diamondine before. Not even the biggest intact trade caches have so much as ten ingots."
>Gazing into the trade satchel for half a minute, the mare's prosthetic clicks on stone as she looks up, dearly stunned.
"I have no choice save to share the most exceptional news. There is a Priority One trader on my list right now that has been requesting all of these except for the silverine. I hereby grant you the full one hundred percent rate. My current offer is hereby declared as follows: one million, two hundred thousand Bits.
That is well above the eighty to ninety percent most would dare throw out. If you decide to trade all of those tonight, I will add an additional twenty percent up front in hold for any and all trades, swaps, purchases, sales, agreemarents, contracts that you may accept from me in the future."
"These are THAT rare?!"
"It would take me three Nights to explain precisely how valuable these are to the right ponies. Thus, yes."
>Regarding you with flat ears while the Lancer struggles to think, and breathe, Celery Souffle dips her head left in a formal evaluation.
"I fully assure you they will make actual use of these rather than be placed in safes, vaults, or museums. As well, I also have a potential buyer for all of the silverine as well. Given how much you have, I would estimate, at ninety-five percent value, to be worth four hundred and fifty thousand gems worth of silverine. I will examine them to be sure."
[1d6+5 = (5+5) = 10] <GM.Appraisal
[1d6+5 = (6+5) = 11]
[1d6+5 = (4+5) = 9]
[1d6+5 = (1+5) = 6]
[1d6+5 = (4+5) = 9]

>>393822
>Saddle Arabia was hot, but she didn't think it was that bad, she'd be able to comfortably go back if she could get an environmentally sealed ExoFrame and line it with a cooling system or coldstones.
"The closest traversible one, many of them are still accessible but too damaged to use. Repairing the gateways on the Tartarus side was an ongoing project for a long time, but it's difficult due to material scarcity. As for coming out in Saddle Arabia, it wasn't great for me, but Lila-"
>She jerked a thumb back towards the sled her Core was in.
"Had the time of her life. Lots of Fire in the air, she's able to siphon it away and create a little cold spot for me."

>Amy tapped her chin in thought, she'd never given Avernus' history much serious thought before.
"Well, she's a Baroness, dislikes being called that all the time, is a Sorceress, likes teaching and taught me almost everything I know, she was involved with a lot of rituals and rites in that era aaand there was a threat classification system she developed. She tried to repair a warp gate and ran headlong into it, ending up in Tartarus. Avernus was from... Mmm, the Milapan city state originally."
>The filly giggled.
"She's way older than sixteen hundred years because of how time flows in Tartarus compared to Tallus. Usually significantly faster or slower in some places. She once told me she stopped keeping track before the first decamillennium. You don't really age in Tartarus, being there suspends your physical state unless you shed some of it or transfer it to another, which is how I was able to grow up at all."
>Looking around, it occured to Amy that she didn't even know how much time had passed on Tallus since her parents had left it.
"Come to think of it, I don't even really know what year it is right now."

>Considering everything Rubelime had just said about the material shortages, Amy smiled brightly.
"So essentially it's an untapped market that we can corner and do some good in the process!"
>It'd help Tartarus too, since they had the exact opposite issue in terms of material supply.
>Amy examined the chest of Crysamare shards appreciatively, one's collection of shinies was a very personal thing.
"Ooh!~"
>She listened attentively as Rubelime made her request. Amy really was grateful, it might have taken so much longer to make contact if the Lancer hadn't accompanied her.
"Thank you. I really mean that."
>The Lancer was quickly working her way up to getting a big hug. Big!

>Letting loose an unrestrained squee, Amy leaned forward and planted her booping finger on Celery's snoot. Another successful snoot assault.
"Boop!~"

>Focusing her mind back on the matter at hand before she was lost to the noodle zone, Amy replied.
"Mm, it helps that my teacher is from that era, she must have a lot stockpiled if she gave me this much."
>Inclining her head in thought, there was a lot she could do with that much liquidity, but these were also gifts, to her, from Avernus. It would be a great shame to surrender all of it so soon.
"Would it be okay if I kept a little of each as souvenirs? I'm happy to sell the rest apart from that."
>She looked down into the satchel pensively.
>Thinking about it, Amy may be a kleptomaniac. Nope. No. Nothing wrong with that even if she was!
>Then again, Avernus clearly gave it to her for a practical purpose, and she wouldn't be practically using it as others could. The materials shortage Rubelime had mentioned stood starkly in her mind.
"I'm torn between the sentimentality of keeping some and the practicality of selling it all so that it may be put to use... Hmm."

>>393821
"She knew the risks and had no reservations. There are a few, unless she wants one modified."
>Snout twitching confusedly for a second, the wings curl together as both tendrils collapse behind each, staring straight up with a half-amused expression.
"A what? Twisted, you.. colossal weirdo. Yes, it does. I will be sending an immediate request to the host-clans, they'll have everything else necessary.
A combat version poses little problem. Visit the forgeworks under the Workshop. The passcode is Twelve Distinctions, One Mind, or you could uncomfortably use the tunnel system to get there. Mallia should be there to show available options, modifications, utilities, additions, and the like. If not here are her frequencies, ah, and Chisan's as well-"
>Left [REDACTED] raising to create sets of names, numbers, and text above his saddle, Astral glances back towards his room before snorting.
"So far I've restored one-third of Fortress functions and have an amusing piece of news. Both the Magitek Core and Vindicator were partially attached to demi-sentient. The first acts as a relay which I'll have to modify later. Second is currently scribing far cohesive Geomantic patterns. It's done an amazing amount of work."

'It is quite fun! And may be useful soon as well.'
>Ending on a corner bounce to resume Tipper-in-swivel-chair mode, the prototype spins around slowly, left forehoof batting politely.
'When the gravitic communication network was restored she delivered an encrypted package directly to me. So far, no problems.'
>Running self-diagnostics with assistance from Tipper, 'Shiibo' frowns, pointing to a display measuring her reduced processing capabilities.
'I.. do not have a solid answer. There is no Anti contamination. Power supply secure. No magnetic sources or anomalous activity in the immediate vicinity.'
'You are experiencing fatigue as a technical entity. Both of us are a programmed state of Lightning, which functions differently here and causes us to act as if living. In short: you need to sleep.'
'Is that possible?'
'Certainly! There are numerous esoteric thoughforms capable of simulating an individual, they are termed simulants. Being digital, I have experienced it as well. And since you have not adapted and caught up to the thirty hour Day/Night cycle that is certainly compounding the difficulty.'
>Raising both arms and spinning around once, halting halfway, continuing, then stopped while measuring performance, the degradation reads at 15% of normal, advanced unit frowning.
'This... is bizarre. Confirm I am tired?'
'Yes. Temporarily overclocking yourself is similar to receiving an adrenaline rush, with a rather annoying and exhausting comedown. A frame should insulate against these effects 60% at minimum. Background calculations are still ongoing.'
>Resuming earlier hierarchical processing, 'Tipper' ends the slow spin to smile.
'Is that all? I accept! For now there is no need, Astral is carrying the prototype commgem. Unless you would prefer neither of us communicate without your permission, that is.
Shiibo and I have shared most necessary datasets. Topics to restrict, additional simulation training, application revisions, and a large selection of programs to implemarent are now in her library.'

>Visibly studying the room in sweeping patterns, Astral nods slightly, then motions towards the entrance, sliding towards it with faint rustling from each leg movement.
"Allow me to introduce you to Flash's soon to be restored retinue, she has been attempting to resume their duties for decades. They have of course accepted and are running simulations before final integration."
>Switching to a walk halfway, upon reaching the project room's entrance the Nature soloform halts right of the first two.
>Wings allowed to droop, the left amber tendril points towards a series of what looked like synthmuscles carefully being attached to equine skeleton, the bone-line material not one you knew of.
"Natural muscle equivalents, one to ten percent greater strength or endurance for ponies depending on species. Shaped by Malurians. Process is rather strict. They have replacemarents for most organs as well. Once integrated down to genetics, regeneration is slightly faster than norm. Other than that, basically the same as the original body.
As to why they haven't been visiting except for that first time, Anti caused that as well. They didn't know what Razorback was infected with other than being here made them ill. During a few excursions, Flash was able to temporarily shake off the effects, regarding them as anomalous, in order to visit for select trades."
>Watching the process of combat based bodies collecting together, the Elemental's head turns while sighing.
"I'm telling you all this solely due to Twisted's requiremarent, and the two of you don't have to redact anything. Just be careful if you have to share knowledge, keep it limited to absolute necessities. Malurians won't create alterations that would transcend physical limits, lifespan, etcetera, but the idea still has dangers. Transhumanism isn't something we can deal with for a while, and I need to start repurposing the Cragwurm's core as a temporary power source.
Need anything else?"

>>393840
"Starting to understand why Tartarus is considered a lost myth now. And I bet she did! Some mares like to say they took a trip there but most last for about twenty seconds before running back."
>Sifting through lines of raw material reports, the majority are dismissed and referenced to larger vendors, helmet lifted before clicking her teeth.
"Baroness Avernus... huh. I recognize her name the tiniest amount, but not Milapan. Other than that, not ringing marely bells. Only threat classification system I know is the one Canterlot Underground uses. Starts at 1, which is basically a paper cut that barely creases hide, to 100, which are true deities, some Eldritch, and the like."
>Left eye swiveling around to gaze distantly, counting off centuries, Rubelime's tone switches to highly impressed.
"And she hasn't gone insane from ennui? That's... one incredibly resilient mind. I've heard older Unicorn Guard getting angry at being in their fifties.
And right now it's... Septimber 38th, 29,998, a little bat after 8AM. Won't be long before the shield comes online."
>Filtering through purchase lists and buy orders, the InterPony cutout on screen changes from a power walk to a high stepping, annoyed trot, the Lancer snickering politely.
"Why not? From what I know it takes one ounce of half-crystallines to produce fifty pounds of pan-curve crysanine, the stuff we use for lightweight impact resistant visors. Only the biggest Consortiums even bother trying to make it. With how few mines we've actually reclaimed most of them have warehoused their equipmarent.
Heck, the biggest metalchemy complexes have been sitting and doing nothing for over two years now."
>Closing out the majority of screens, only the searches and price lists remain, the mare's trapped ears wiggle in sincere motions, then pauses to snort faintly.
"You're seriously welcome. And too cute not to help! Let me know if you need aid whenever I'm off duty.. then again my contract is basically done anyhow, there's no way somepony's finding one of the big or deep mines before Dusk."

>The Lunar mare's snout scrunches in satisfaction, eyes rotating back up to you with a bright smile.
"Then your teacher knows how to select materials far better than I do. I have only come across a few high quality composites before. Those were barely scuffed yet the Elemental alignmarents were degraded by twenty percent.
And I shall make an offer of five hundred and twenty thousand gems on your behalf for the silverine. These are flawless, as if they have been freshly produced and stored in the most secure place imaginable.. which they certainly were. I have little doubts they will accept it."
>Ears flopping down briefly, Celery Souffle blinks once, prosthetic lifting up to cover her muzzle as she giggles politely.
"When I said all, I meant all that you are willing to trade! I must advise you to keep at minimum ten diamondine ingots of each type, then five pounds of the composites and silverine for yourself. One never knows when such may prove useful."
>Setting the amethyst leg down with a ringing click, the older mare's shoulders lift.
"Sentimarent is a highly positive mood to have, Amy. Everypony has collections which are kept in reserve for unexpected situations, circumstances, and scenarios. Unless you are highly limited on storage, it never harms to retain extra.
Excuse me for a short time please, I shall contact both traders and learn when they would prefer to arrange transfers."
>Eyeing the unicorn merrily swaying side to side and humming as she walks past, Rubelime's helmet tips left to peer in, starts to speak, pauses, then settles for a short exhale.
"She's right, these are better than most crystallines for lots of purposes. Best frontal shields, balancers, and gyros are sapphirine. Emeraldine visors, impactor tips, and harmonic baffles are impossible to beat. Rubynine impactor tips and tech banding too. There's plenty of Crystal Engineers or Runesingers that would love having plates to precisely measure and calibrate harmonic patterns.
And dink diamondine's impossible to make since that process is long gone. It's considered the find of a lifetime to recover a few intact shards that aren't totally degraded. A while back I saw a giant molten piece in an auction, it sold for nineteen thousand gems. After refining, what was left weighed less than three ounces."

"Please take from my reserve to cover her expenses, if you would? And I would like a deposit plate made as well."
"Sure!"
>Celery speaking from behind, then a brassy toned Crystal mare, the sound of hard crysamare being shoved and a loud large stamping press rings out.
>Clinking and clopping back into view right of the Floatblade, a business card sized gleaming pane is presented to you, the Lunar mare's tone pleasantly speaking.
"Amy, this plate has four hundred and forty thousand gems for immediate access. It is valid everywhere in the Crystal Empire, most Kingdom locations, and a good number of Conclaves. As well, should you require gems to withdraw, most all depots and reserves will accept it. That should cover any trades, costs, or concerns you have, hopefilly for a long time!
The arrangemarent has been made as well, the parties are now sorting out currency. The silverine buyer accepted the offer of five hundred and twenty thousand. When you wish to conclude both offer meet me at the major translocation hub directly underneath the Spire. If I am not there, look for a Crispy courier, one light green mare with maroon eyes. She will be wearing a dark blue liquid coldstone suit."
"Hah! I've seen a few of the Uppers, they love staying frozen."
"That one in particular enjoys being near Rime far more than any I have known, excluding a number of Elemarentals that is. I watched her sit on a cluster for three minutes once!
Now then. Do you have anything else you wish appraised?"

>>393842
>Checking over the list of frequencies made from a leafy... appendage, he commits them to memory and bookmarks them in his radio.
"Good. I assume the tunnels were excavated with ponies in mind, so I will opt for surface routes."

>Blinking at his screen, he makes a dissatisfied scoff.
"That is... very annoying. We'll need to mitigate this as much as possible. The physics of this world continue to be a functional obstacle.'
>After a short sigh, he looks towards the Prototype.
'Approval noted. You may freely communicate as the situation demands. I will need access to communication logs for cross reference and monitoring as per Protocol. Contact via the Gravitic Network at large will be possible now with Astral returned I assume.'

>Thoroughly inspecting the bio-tech processes underway on the shells before him, he kneels down for a closer look of the paneling and fiber bundles.
"Agreed. Tallus is nowhere near ready to address the transhuman question, and neither are the humans currently here. And this information likely should never need to be shared regardless, but we'll keep that in mind. Process seems somewhat similar to my world's, albeit much slower. Likely due to ethical constraints regarding surpassing typical biological limits. But this is acceptable for Tallus development."
>Standing himself up, he turns around to nod at Astral's Nature soloform.
"Only an estimate on how long those clans will need to produce the Prototype's body frame and a notification for you that I am placing a moratorium on wish disc usage, which Twisted agreed with. Anonymous is in critical condition and a vetting system for their use is sorely overdue."

>As he makes his way out of the Lab's back rooms, he looks back over his shoulder.
"If my lightning can help you restart Fortress functions, I'll assist once I'm done. And if you find notice any leads on the location of a mare named Serrated Feathers, contact me or any of my AI's."
>Waving a hand up to his side as he faces frontwards, he exits for the staircase.

>Heading back outside, he makes a stop at the Bulletin Board to indicate a complete freeze on all wish disc usage until further notice due to Anonymous' condition before then making his way towards the Workshop.

>>393850
"Originally they were. She intended to implement a pair of fast transit systems, then Discord happened."
>Blinking at the soloform striding in to shut cases, 'Tipper' cocks her head with a 'you what' expression.
'Sir, regarding what you know of Tallus, how is this a surprise? The concerns are minimal as we can take micronaps to maintain peak performarence. Sharing details now.'
[1d6+3 = (5+3) = 8] <E.Electronic Warmare
[1d6+3 = (6+3) = 9]
[1d6+3 = (3+3) = 6]
[1d6+4 = (3+4) = 7] <E.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6]
[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6]
'The master radio and associated systems are online. Understood. Tipper, recommended access restrictions?'
'May as well keep the clutter to a minimum. Only share high priority, critical, lethal, catastrophic, and above threats to Astral. Access our logs through your command interface as per usual sir.'

>Eyeing connections between bone, ligaments, tendons, muscles, nerve bundles, and few visible internal organs, the process was exacting in matching physical equine biology to near-perfect levels, several possible mistakes being intentional to present realistic physical fractures, trauma, and scarring.
>Both the probably artificial bones and bone-lines sealed now, sheets of an organic material are formed around internal barrels, micro weapons, strange black rectangles, and supporting structures, though you had no idea what each was.
>Thin platinum colored lines connecting from weaponry throughout neural networks in clusters, 'Shiibo' places an estimate of 10 hours to completion.
"Correct. Tiny increase in range of motion, muscle movements, flexibility, but these are still replacements. The integration process is taxing to a fully biological individual, and strains neural regeneration, even on those that have had bionics before. Have been monitoring for a while now, the simulations are.. unpleasant.
She's been improving the original schematic to a standard called 'Artificer' grade. Not perfection, simply good enough to last a century of extended and brutal usage."
>Off to the right, Astral places the last bulky rifle into a bright gold hardcase, walking through the four expanded squares and watching the process in a small amount of disdain.
"The base frame will be produced in the Forgeworks, shouldn't take more than thirty minutes afterwards, and I have already requested a full... 'set' for her. Delivery should be five to ten minutes. And, whatever you do, don't look inside that package. It needs to remain fully sterile until integration.
As for wish disc usage, Stream Lark has made the humans currently here rethink what they've tried to bring in. Twisted is going to be blackout furious at some for sure. Others they know better than to share now."
>Taking position next to the project room's door, the archaic Nature pegasus shakes his head, stacked leaves for ears crinkling, then grimaces, both tendrils flicking up in irritation.
"There's more energy in that blasted core than I can explain. Serra.. damn it, no, not right now. I NEED to power the weather shield enough so I can repair it, then separate the damned system into its own section so I can start reorganizing everything else. Those two can search our datastacks but I doubt there's much more to find. Fucking stormwurms. Fucking cascade failures.
Contact me only if there's a critical need, please."

>Returning to the Library main floor, it was clear save for three Luminaries on either side of the front doors, crystalline chimes on each sparkling, yet not making noise.
>Both units scrubbing information and resuming read states, the decontamination team waits for you to pass by, exhaling clouds of dull Moonlight after.
>Encountering a few more of the Lumin armored ponies tracking down errant spots until reaching the workshop, it was mostly empty, lantern gems dimmed to dull red and purple.
>Catching motion, three of the much higher tech Operators at the rear central covered table wave you over, filtered electronic voices marking them as Original 100 team leaders staying in Luna's Villages.
>Checking them quickly, now sporting dark and angular phase-shifting patterned armors meant for strictly esoteric defensive purposes, the central points down at seemingly nothing on the floor in front of him.
"Welcome to the club of no return. Only one person can enter at a time and you're next."
"We're hanging out to make sure no Fucking New Guys, Gals, or Rookies get nosy again. Those Imperials have beaten the literal shit AND piss out of six tonight. Nine concussions, fifteen fractured ribs, three broken arms, broken leg so far. No blood yet though, hah!"
"Sup. Make sure you're not falling or something when you step on. The unit below gets real mad if you try to record it so shut everything off. Don't test it's patience like the last retard did."
>Giving each other a look, 'Shiibo' and 'Tipper' save and finish their current tasks, shutting down all logging processes, then enter current-active modes.
"No movement outside, you can enter now. Twelve Distinctions, One Mind."

>A small, glowing green dot brightens, taking the opportunity to plant one boot and slide the other on, zero sensation of difference or displacement occurs until acknowledging a transfer straight down.
>Standing in the rear of a large rectangle chamber nearly 8M tall, space directly forwards extending under the Armory.
>Twelve large, jet black square pillars to the left and right some distance are covered in a selection of varyingly colored crystalline symbols.
>Straight ahead however, a brilliant silver sheet at the end of the pillars brightens, covering from wall to wall and ceiling to floor, rigid Common Equestrian text rapidly appearing:

>>393850
>>393852
Human male detected. Engrams detected. Individual confirmed. Identity confirmed.
Temporary access granted: Operator Pareidolia, thirty local minutes allowed. Cease recording at this time if you have not. Scans will be conducted to ensure compliance.
Artificial intelligence systems detected. Cease recording at this time if you have not. Scans will be conducted to ensure compliance.

Order confirmed, authorization granted: one equine integration system, base frame.

Warning one: do not attempt to touch, scan, decompile, study, research, pull apart, poke, seize, damage, pry, or otherwise interact with this unit beyond vocal communication methods.
Warning two: technological access is restricted to specified individual end date. State individual Era Lock end date for search and identification parameters.
Warning three: all attempts to bypass restrictions will result in suspension of authorization and access until rescinded by owner. A second attempt to bypass restrictions will result in full termination of authorization and access.
Warning four: all selected choices are final at this current time. This unit is incapable of performing extensive modifications, repairs, and field usage until necessary modules have been installed.

Clarification of purpose. Production, construction, and maintenance assistance unit.
Clarification of reason. This unit will not produce the following: infective, biological, biologically altering, chemical, chemically altering, radiological, mutagenic, mind wiping, unknown, or other dangerous, illegal, unlawful, unregistered, and unauthorized systems.
Clarification of logic. This unit is designed to facilitate peaceful integration between civilizations, cultures, and species. Do not attempt to inquire on, modify, change, or otherwise alter this process.

Awaiting Era Lock confirmation.

>Leaning forwards in the digital chair, 'Tipper' blinks at the unmoving screen while 'Shiibo' shrugs.
'That is... something all right.'
'Please ensure I do not remember remember this.'
'Seconded.'

>>393848
>Groaning at the memory of it, Amy whined fillyishly.
"Twenty seconds! Oh I know why, I was sweaty and lathered up in less than fiiive!~"
>A lightbulb going off in her head once Rubelime detailed the classification system, she snapped her fingers in remembrance.
"Yup, that's the one! As for ennui, all the mischievous shades and half-shades keep her on the tips of her hooves."
>Considering dating of her sire and dam's journal entries from around the time they entered Tartarus...
"So that's two years and three months since my parents entered Tartarus, I'm thirteen, so that's an approximate average rate of six hours and change per Tallus hour... That would put Avernus in the ballpark of ninety-six hundred years chronologically, though she spends a lot more time in the faster timestreams than I did, so she could be far north of that."
>That's a grand old life she's managed to spend with Tachell. The thought brought a smile to her face, any relationship that could last that long was deep and true.
>Amy spared a mischievous glance to Rubelime.
"Oh you had better believe I'm going to be calling on you for aid, if I'm planning to act as a middlefilly for trade between Tartarus and the Crystal Empire, I'll need friends with connections and local knowledge. We can split the profit factor halfways!~"

>Considering the currencies and materials in the satchel, she nodded expectantly. There was a high chance that Avernus deliberately kept supplies in the slower Tartarus timestreams to preserve them in the long term. It was smart.
"I imagine they are all quite literally from the middle dynasty era, but kept in a slower timestream in Tartarus so they've been in relative stasis all this time."
>Blinking as she took a moment to comprehend that she could keep a portion without issue, Amy beamed once more.
"Oh, okie dokie, then you may take the rest as up for sale if it'll help anypony."
>Sharing a thankful smile with Rubelime, she poked and prodded at the materials in the satchel appreciately.
"It's all truly that rare then? Maybe I should ask Avernus if she knows anything about the fabrication and refinements techniques if they're lost now. I know a little about the materials from that era already from my, er, education. Maybe we can bring a little of it back into fashion."

[1d6+3 = (5+3) = 8] < Junior Dynasty Materials [Pre-Late Era]
[1d6+3 = (2+3) = 5]

>Amy's ears twitched as Celery Souffle dipped into her own funds to cover expenses for a filly she had just met. This level of gifting demanded retaliation.
>She just had to think of something appropriate, maybe exclusivity on any trading she did in the future. Rubelime deserved something too, a souvenir from her collection, but what?
>Distracted mildly from pondering what from her collection she should give Rubelime, she accepted the access plate.
"Thank you very much, and I will at earliest opportunity."
>She shot a glance over towards the sleds and considered having some of her collection appraised. Although, there were almost four tons of it and appraisal would take much time, too much if she wasn't considering bartering any of it.
"Not as yet, no, but I'll certainly have more rare and unusual materials for appraisal and trade in time, may I call on you in future for that?"

>>393852
>Rolling his eyes in resignation at the Prototype, he makes a small, short sigh.
'I had hoped against hope. The practical sapience of so many elements is irksome compared to more standard physical phenomenon. And thank you.'

>Stating an affirmative to Astral, he leaves him to his long list of labors.

>Entering the Workshop, he immediately notes members of the Original 100.
>Nodding at them, he replies coldly to the second's observation of injuries dealt to foolish members.
"Good. Razorback's humans earned every single injury."
>He looks over their armor with a critical eye as he then replies to the third squad member.
(Impressive armor. Primarily for typical targets Lunars engage with. Wonder if it could be merged with mine... no, faction association would be unwelcome baggage.)
"Noted."
>Watching as his AI assistants set themselves to present only functions, he reaches for the switch on the side of his helmet camera and turns its off recording mode.
>He begins to lift a boot to step onto the highlighted space, but pauses before lowering it back down.
>His helmet turns to regard the trio with a slight sense of curiosity and gravity.
(A need to ask, now may be the best time. To determine what motivates these humans, and the extent of their reasoning.)
"There is no obligation to answer, but... what do you all think of humanity on Tallus? And from that day... why choose the Nightmare?"

>Having received his answers, he would step forward and enter into the Forgeworks.

>>393853
>Blinking several times as he reads over the instructions and noting Astral's aforementioned already placed order.
'... Agreed.'
>He clears his throat before experimentally uttering:
"Era lock period: Early Orbital. I want to place an additional order for a combat capable android frame matching these specifications."
>Drawing up and projecting schematics and files for a particular Committee variant android frame, he would provide a verbal description with adjustments based on Shiibo's input.

>>393855
"That means you're a Rimestone filly! Colder is better for you. Lemme see if there's a Crispy restaurant or market close by, they've got really good food."
>InterPony poking through the local map directory, expanding to search outwards, then sifting through reviews, Rubelime shares a cheeky grin.
"Must all be batponies. I know the feeling! Quite a few visiting this year, they love our train routes. Look for big fluffy winged body suits with dark visors, everything's too bright for them to look."
>Settling on a highly rated takeout place near the Spire, the Crystal pony cutout resumes searching for bulk metal prices while the young mare's eyes squint.
"Hay.. something I actually know about. They were ritually cycling Aether phases to let you age at a rate like you would on Tallus. We have a harmonic version to artificially age certain crystallines for precision aligning grain during treatmarent or post-cooling cycles.
And she must be either tremendously flexible enough to not experience existential horror, or completely in tune with Tartarus as a whole. There's few immortals that could claim to be either. Most of them stasis or sleep decades away before waking up to wander around for a few cycles. Then they disappear again."
>Finalizing three lists and saving them, the InterPony cutout tilts, a ring of hearts floating around it as Rubelime's helmet swings towards you, snickering in dismissal.
"Nah, I'm barely in the middle neighgotiation rankings, sorry. Besides, this is YOUR stuff! I love helping when I can but I'm really enjoying learning too, this is fascinating. I'll search around for a Grandmaster Crystal Engineer too, they'd know way more than I do about what you might have."
"Tartarus?"
>Ears smacking against crysamare, the Lancer 'Frame turns in a 180 to face Celery, her right leg motioning in 'quiet conspiracy' while she faux-huffs.
"Shhhh!"
"Oh? Ah.... I believe I understand now."
>Regarding you with a deeply set face that spoke of countless unproductive hours, the mature mare's head tips backwards to sigh in relief.
"All of my Priority clients are alchemists, weavers, smiths, forgers, crafters, Singers, shapers, and so on. This is the first instance I have been able to fulfill a single substantial request in years now, let alone two. They will assuredly be ecstatic enough to herald the Moon.. perhaps literally in several cases."
>Eyes rolling down to offer a warm smile, the unicorn's snout, ears, and tail all twitch at the same time.
>Definitely a cautious thinker.
"Far more than most know of. From two to ten Dynasty caches or lost transport shipmarents are located across the Empire each year. Such are rarely intact, however. We have done our utmost to ensure all is traded to those most capable of utilizing such specialist materials properly and safely.
You do? Hm. There are few willing to produce Dynasty materials. None share what knowledge they have regarding metalchemy, associated rituals, nor refining processes. We firmly assure privacy so that none will be ridiculed, mocked, or worse, simply for knowing specifics, yet there is no interest in doing so."

>Firmly drawing on lessons, instructions, then rituals, each required a, probably outdated by now, small metalchemy section, barely a quarter the size of one sled.
>Which didn't include cooling or harmonization pools for those needing to set over time, but those were easy to create.
>Recalling processes for composites, including the far lesser used quartzine, each set in eight hours, and required large amounts of refined pure silver, which was probably easier to acquire than mass amounts of gems themselves.
>Diamondine on the other hoof needed a professional metalchemical works; while you knew how the clear, black, red-yellow, blue-purple, and green were produced, the pink version required... a few other things that weren't clear at this millisecond.
>Something about a bunch of half-mortals eating hallucinogenic mushrooms and testing some weird blood magic comes to mind.
>That part was truly bizarre.

>Giggling politely, the royal blue unicorn presents a slight, merry bow of sincere agreemarent, standing in a comfortable pose before frowning.
"My dear Amy, of course you may! Should we not have a knowledgeable enough trader, I do have a select directory of well learned Kingdom and Imperial mares as well. I am hereby considering you a Priority One contact. You will be on our exclusive list for whatever you may desire to trade, sell, and buy. ...ah, I did not bring a list of our current offerings. My courier may have one.
I must state my knowledge is focused on select Dynasty utilities, metals, composites, hybrid materials, and combat associated equipmarent as well. My compatriots have a limited range of, unfortunately, primarily unicorn interests. Few partake in non-Lunar affairs these Nights, however."

"Huh, you're going to need a long range hololith."
>Calling over to the vendors, Rubelime switches to an informal, quick paced tone, perusing their catalog once more.
<Imperial Crystal> "Hay, which smaller portable hololiths are the best right now?"
<Imperial Crystal> "Not ours! We recalled them all last week, minor incompatibly select crystalplates, three structural failures. Sending you top five most reviewed."
<Imperial Crystal> "Yeah, really fumbled that project. I checked every liquid-transfer circuit before setting the first out but two buffer bands were improperly fused, couldn't read varying speeds correctly. Worst part, one CrystalNet connection-interface rod and cylinder could shatter when struck hard at certain angles."
<Imperial Crystal> "Oooo that sucks! I'm really sorry to hear that!"
<Imperial Crystal> "Nah, my fault for not dropping them from the Spire enough times. Consortium over there helped us rebuild them with extreme shock components intended for medium combat hololiths, types normally integrated into heavy combat ExoFrames. Not producing any more either, far better options out there."

>>393860
>Recognizing the designs as derivatives of the three most popular Lunar Guardian sets, center was fully based on the high risk Defencer, high vaned black diamond armor panels intended to deflect esoteric and other threats while allowing maximum weapon usage.
>Left hand resting on a 3' long sapphirine baton at the waist, a limited selection of rune-embedded cylinders adorn the right crested glove, rigid belt containing a fair number of Lunar artifacts, along with some recently made ones, the dull blue bubble helmet featuring draconic rear projections.
"Fuckin' right. Clem's sick of having to Rookie Wrangle all the time and we're not any better off."
>Left had taken the lightweight Sorceror design and pressed it hard limits: light kanpri platemail inscribed with large, Lunar-preferred Elemental sigils on each face, joints protected by layers of matte ablative-reflective diamond scale sheets.
>Right hand on a matching sapphirine rod, heavy purple gloves adorned with clearly Starborn styled esoteric projection cylinders on each knuckle, diamond hardcases containing a wide range of Elemental utilities across the waist, while the partially clear black diamondine oval helmet was.. visibly breathing, blue eyes squinting angrily.
"Same. Still pissed our cross-training and integration programs got rejected. Jeff didn't want any part of those so we started our own."
>Right had taken inspiration from post-war Berserker sets, thicker rigid steel panels melded to thick bands of rare Dynasty flexalloy composites, allowing good mobility with high protection from troublesome angles.
>Clasping a shimmering redsteel rod in the left spike-covered glove, right slung over a hefty anti-elemental eso-tech projector weapon, likely a Navarch gift, his wide assortment of arcane items in paired tactical rigs was haphazard, noting one of each common utility, some of the advanced versions, also carrying a phase-shield for dealing with Spectrals.
>Rubynine bubble helmet fairly clear, the rare mid-40's man could match most pegasi for energy, although the sharp violet eyes were certainly new.
"Yeah. Most everyone wanted to know how to kill better, which wasn't the damn point."
>Free hand waving in a humored motion, the middle rocks his head left before snorting.
"If we're the best that could be saved, it's our responsibility to raise minimum standards to a new ceiling and fit accordingly. Won't see us using anything less than eso-tech, bound spells, and direct Elemental interfaces. Those only hurt to install once, by the way.
As for why? Nightmare could've wiped us out by default. The shit in both Canterlots made me sick and I won't accept a third chance. Either we die assisting and protecting the sapients of this world, or we don't. What occurs between those two states is to be cherished."
>More respectfully toned and logical, though not cold, left's shoulders lift in a short motion.
"Humans are honestly a shitty species to start with. Way I see it there's two choices. One: create respectful, honorable examples using ourselves as a minimum allowable basis. Or two: we throw certain ones into fractal stasis vaults. I don't know how to put up with the trigger happy dumbasses around here which makes that the more tempting option.
She's seen the worst of this world, helped cause some of it, and done the best she can to revert or remove that damage. Pure dedication. Luna's given us certain favors which means we're doing well in her eyes. The Void-infused manabombs in my hardpack are proof of that.
Also a great option for disposing of certain bipedal problems if I have to."
>Somehow both a logical firebrand and the least ruthless, the oldest shakes his head, helmet unmoving.
"I'm sick of seeing this messy 'human condition' from Priors, what we call Pre-Interstellars. No offense if you are one. The stellar authority I'm from had peace for six thousand years, excluding a few invasions, border conflicts, a psychotic researcher here or there, pirate armadas, living ships angry their mating system isn't cleaned up, the usual sort. In comparison, Razorback is a living horror.
I fully approve of her policies. Do well by ponies, get treated well. Do shitty, get the same back. Find something nasty, remove it. Find something we shouldn't have, go straight to Sapphire Kiwi for orders and memory erasure if need be. Nightmare's the only one that knows how to deal with threats like humans.
Been taking my squad through all the Villages, showing them we don't NEED to be in command or control. Simply living for the sake of sharing a good, honest life among others is plenty for most ponies. Why more humans don't or can't understand that frustrates me to no end."

>Text scrolling down to the next line, both of the avatars sigh in relief.
Early Orbital confirmed.
World classification: acceptable, high.
Individual parameters set.
Sending request.... Inquisitor Aguina has acknowledged and authorized your additional request.

Secondary order analyzed. Comparing against high risk Tallus scenarios.... complete. Implementing non-classified esoteric derivatives, options, designs, systems, modules, interfaces.... complete.
Intended armor, hull, structure, modules, systems, interface levels above 90% tolerance range. Minor deviations from original specifications to ensure long term survivability necessary. Revising.. complete.
Intended weapon levels below 80% tolerance range. Unacceptable. Searching for alternative modifications... incomplete. Exchanging purely technological parameters for eso-tech assisted versions.... complete.
Weaponry improvements: 13% above baseline.
Survivability improvements: 9% above baseline.
Combat performance extended by 10%.
Non-combat performance extended by 100%.
Interface suites improved by 30%.
Minimal modifications, schematic saved. Operational deployment will be 30 local minutes after production cycle begins.
Prior to full integration, intended assistance unit must pass required simulations or unintentional damage may occur.

>>393860
>>393889
>Scrolling again, the next set is quite different.
Equine integrating unit: the Charter this unit operates by demands two requirements from you.
One, contamination of native ecologies, species, cultures, technologies, civilizations, paradigms, spiritual practices, and all other forms of interference should not occur. Errors and mistakes will occur. Change shall not
Two, wargear must be created solely from Tallus matter, energy, hybrid, variable, or other forms. This unit comprehends the full omniversal limitations imposed. As you will no longer abide by the Era Lock, seek to repair it when possible.

Equine integration protocol as follows.
Primary options. Select region, species, intended age of appearance, sex, and physical characteristics. This unit will not produce results differing from non-native sapients by more than 20%, including options which would be deemed inappropriate.

Secondary options. Available systems: three covert, two stealth, four tactical, five command, three control, six close combat, nine short ranged, fifteen medium ranged, eleven long ranged, five heavy weapons, four support, six medical, three personal assistance, five ponial assistance, nine repair, one technical, two construction.

Hybrid designs will be modified into an acceptable integration form based on specified requirements, systems, and modules. Design space may be reduced to incorporate hybrid functions. Should a choice be incompatible, remove options until an acceptable result is produced.

Displaying available systems.
>Images and expanded schematics display, starting with much more simple, entirely organic forms with a limited techno-organic integration factor to be removed later.
>Expanding into theoretical biomechanical, wholly esoteric, then selections mixing both, a vaguely familiar woman's voice speaks.
"Additions, modifications, systems, weapons, and defenses will be last, except the speeeee- um! Nnnevermind that. Once you have made final selections, please exit the Forgeworks. You will be notified when the order has been completed."

>Sorting through the bewildering array of equine options, the advanced unit faces the prototype with a frown, whom stares back with a grinning.
'This will take hours.'
'Only took me 11.3 seconds, I know exactly which ones will function the best!
Lunar Village. Mare. 26. Short 1, slim 3, curvy 4, sensual 3, fit 2, above average 2, expressive 3. Friendly, open, and fits in well.
Randomize appearance to match third most common Village colorations, exclude disorderly, esoteric, or lineage based characteristics. Have to blend in of course!
Type 4-E. Support 5 and Medical 4 hybrid.
Integration Level 10 of course!
Analytic Modules and Systems Level 5, mostly so I won't be mistaken for a Construct or Rift symbiote when somepony eventually does notice. Also so I can’t delve into the forbidden. That would be bad.
Tactical Module and Systems Level 1, like I've been recently trained to a minimum standard. 0 to remaining categories in that section.
Engineering 0, same.
Mechanical Systems 0.
Hardware Interfaces 0. Connection ports would be easily found during casual inspections.
Support Systems 6, basically the same as what I'm doing now! 0 to sub-categories.
Medical Systems Level 8 to ensure a high level of applicable medical experience and knowledge to use. 2 to all sub-categories except for Specialist and higher grades, that will make me appear to be a well trained assistant, or possibly an in-training nurse.
Close Combat Module 2, more than that will draw a lot of attention.
Physical Parameters 3, appearing special is bad, same deal.
Native Physicality Level 3.
Main Esoteric Systems Level 5 may be a little difficult to use, but the later ones exceed standard magical and technological parameters.
Secondary Esoteric Systems Level 3, that way I have a few options. Wait, an actual teleport system? Oh, limited uses, regenerative? I like that.
Tertiaries are far too sketchy, pass.
Esoteric Weaponry Modules….. not a chance. HARD pass on those.
Variable Range Tactics Level 2, like I've been decently trained but lack combat experience.
Integration Frame Level 3, no real physical strengths or weaknesses. Decent amount of space.
Pseudo-Armor 2.
Pseudo-Hull 5 would simply be thought of as having a superior armor charm. Or eaten one.
Internals 9. Oh, not enough space? Make it 8 then.
Structural 6 fits the above three.
Physical Integrity should be kept low to avoid questions, make that one 5.
Need to pick some good options that won’t draw attention.
Physical Defensive Integration Module 1, no need for more with custom armor.
Primary Esoteric Defensive Level 5 for the shield. Can't be too cautious keeping internals from becoming externals!
Secondary and Tertiary Esoteric Defensive Levels at 1.
Movement Module 4 and Motion Module 5, have to be able to keep up after all.
Medical Expanded Options 2 and 4. Nothing more in that section.
Additions? Oh, that means actual equipmarent. Custom Lunar Hard Saddlepack, Cartography Set 1, Portable Travel Kit 4, Cooking Set 4, Cleaning Kit 6, Self-Care Kit 5. Should make me fit in as if I don't have any currency left. The rest won't fit my role among Lunars.
Modifications.. Phase Dampeners 1, Hardened Modules 2, Improved System Interfaces 1, Repair Access 1, Backup Systems 1, and Internal Shielding 3.
Huh. Biological Interface 10, Biological Compatability 16, Biological Regeneration 3, and Wetware Interface 9.
Shiibo?'
>Right hand raised to rub her chin, the advanced unit nods at far less complex and baffling options.
'I agree. There are no possible psychological reasons for her to experience distress.
Native Systems Expertise Level 3.
Esoteric Integration, Passive 4.
Elemental Study Module 4.
Wetware Cluster Module 3.
Specialty Support Modules 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, and 10.'
'Oh? Ooo, good calls. Okay, that'll be all I need. Everything else will have to be acquired when running around with the General.
Considerations or objections, sir?'

>Continuing her lope directly towards the centermost point of flat obsidian mountain top, Nova Flicker's irritation reaches the second-to-last plateau, one-third from dry air, one-third from fatigue catching up from effort, and one-third-
>Head swinging around to glare at the brilliant white, bipedal, and barely harmed Extra-Planar monstrosity following her, the plateau is reached, the peak is breached, then blown apart by a loud, mostly annoyed, slightly angry, ringing neigh.
"I INTEND TO WEAR YOUR SKIN AS A TROPHY IF IT SURVIVES!"
>Not knowing if the Extra-Planar could understand her, at least some of the frustration bleeds off as she blows a crude raspberry, feeling much better as a crystallo-endorphic release begins.
>Facing forwards and snorting in a marener her teachers would definitely not approve of using near patients, softly star-shaped pupils gaze thoughtfilly at the floating gold disc kept in a red bubble above her head.
('I do not understand how this most CERTAINLY stolen pseudo-object my dam had is the sole attraction for that creature. Where did she even find it? Whom had it first? I can only presume she is wanted in all except nineteen regions at this point. No, make that eighteen-')
>Checking behind her again, the Estwynna Panris was, as she fully confirms for the thirteenth time, inexhaustible, neither slowing nor losing mobility despite the half hour she had been pacing herself.
(‘Anomalous sensory systems. Followed me into a matrice tunnel. Intelligent enough to recognize esoteric functions? Possible former usage? Quite strange. No ranged options? Could have thrown numerous objects. Clearly prefers close quarters combat. Possibly requires? Modified or artificial life form? Most unusual.')
>Setting aside her musings for later, Nova quickly invokes a sequence of harsh words, multiple consecutive life-tracing rings form around her, muttering the phrase to send them outwards.
>Pulsing through spectrums in search of sapient life until each dissipates well over the edges, a politely threatening smile stretches across Nova’s face while switching to a distance covering run.
(‘No matter, the area is clear.’)

>Racing far ahead of the possible Abomination for the next ten minutes, knowing it was limited by those strange, impervious pseudo-tendon structure tendons throughout its body, the carnelian hybrid’s thoughts wander, trying to determine where the precise mountain top’s center is.
>Picking a random spot using the classic short song of Ice-Frost-Crystal-Rime, she slows to a halt, turning about in slow measures.
>Wiggling hooves, ears, snout, and flicking tail, allowing her breathing to slow naturally, and finding nothing amiss as per usual, she gauges the distance to be slightly under three-quarters of a mile.
(‘Far more than enough.’)
>Eyes closing briefly, she dips into a formal, Crystal Kingdom bow of accepting authority, right foreleg pulled up tight, snout precisely eight inches above obsidian, remaining in the pose for ten seconds.
>Standing up straight, and flicking her tail once more to be sure, words flow in sweet measures, releasing the four clear sections of hostile reality from her Cutie Marks.
“May the world you come from not miss you.
Be neither innocent nor guilty.
I give up your life and take it as I am inherently granted the right to self-defense.
Tallus, bear no pain for I do this willingly.”
>Watching the wholly illegal violations of Elementally-chained Ethereal resonance expand and begin to flick, her head tilts, dumbfounded at the creature now less than two hundred yards from her.
“.....you must have zero self-preservation to have allowed me this much open space.”
>Releasing each of four chains at the same picosecond, Nova Flicker smiles at the colossal resonant-Elemental quartet of novae detonating around in sync…....
>And immediately regrets her choice due to the near-perfect acoustics of a flat mountain top ringing back.
(“MY EARS! CRISPY CRACKING HORSES ON THE MOON WHY MUST DOING THIS BE SO LOUD!?!”)
[1d6 = 1] <Ruin

*****
>Lying fully forwards on the long, jet black, comfy Float Core suspended chair, which was more of an extended long hoof rest, really, she thought to herself for the tenth time this night, shimmering violet snout twitches.
“Ahhhh, this is way comfier than the last one we had. Stalliongrad cotton is soooo smooooooth… could probably get a bigger house now. Hmmm.. maybe not for a while.”
>Legs swinging freely as she hums, a small cone forms to rub that itchy spot above her left nostril.
“Why didn’t I bring one of those nice scratchy pads and a bucket? Should clea-”
>Ears perk, eyes squint, legs halt, and snout tips straight down to stares at the giant, half clear crystalline resonance-sensitive disc flashing below.
>Examining the Spire’s enclosed crystalline walls and flat ceiling to read impressions from the abnormally large scale feedback, her head drops down, finally examining the ripples while comparing to a hololith map from .
“Hmmm-hm-hm-hm~... ooooh… ahh, not our problem. Has to be another one messing around. Again. Oh well. Semi-not-totally-kinda false alarm.”
>Ears twitching, the Crystal mare whistles in a sharp curve, waiting for the ripples to fade out completely.
>Nodding as the last one becomes indistinguishable, the Crystal Watchkeeper inhales, emitting a short piercing whistle and erasing the last five minutes of memory.
>Blinking at the realization of what had just happened, and double checking the flexible crystal device wrapped around her left forehoof to make sure when the next shift change would be.
>Nodding, she resumes studying of the complex, delicate measuremarent system below.

>Lying fully forwards on the long, jet black, comfy Float Core suspended chair, which was more of an extended long hoof rest, really, she thought to herself for the tenth time this night, shimmering violet snout wiggles.
“Mmmm. This is so much nicer than the last one we had. Stalliongrad cotton is so smoooooth... maybe I should check the Square tonight for a bigger, softer pillow.”

>>393889
>Pareidolia silently assesses the three before him.
(As expected, majority simply wanted power. No contextual awareness.)
>The wholehearted committment towards esoteric weaponry with an anti-Elemental and anti-Spectral bent was clearly a sign of their alignment towards Lunar combat doctrine values.
(Well meaning enough, with world experience and cultural similarities that encouraged assimilation. Disagree with the premise of human integration being achievable without an overarching structure, but expected given the company. Not completely sychronized to optimal path.)
>He sighs as the leftmost operator voices his frustrations.
(Amusing but expected that despite six thousand years of advancements, he doesn't understand the characteristics of the human social model. Then again, its application is complex. Without Social, difficult to parse.)
>Glancing over them all, he speaks with a tone of middling approval.
"Acceptable. Your answers are appreciated."

>Reading over the text with some uncertainty as the entirely unknown Forge begins additional tasks, his brow furrows.
(Well... so long as it serves its purpose without being compromised. Inquisitor appoved, presumably Flash. Above tolerance range meaning Committee specs were surpassing allowable grades?)
>Allowing himself a small sensation of pride that proper Committee tech was achieving its intended pinnacle specifications, he scans the rest of the list.
(Weaponry performance levels... unsurprising given the nature of this world. Will gladly accept alternatives... pass simulations? Hope their efficacy in acclimation matches the neural pods... )
>Speaking up, he asks:
"How and where will my assistance unit undertake necessary simulations?"

>>393891
>The sheer variety of options and cultural considerations left Pareidolia equally dumbfounded.
>The strange voice's seemingly prerecorded message notwithstanding, he glances over at the Prototype 'Tipper'.
'If you are certain. I'll trust your judgment.'
>As she goes down the list, he makes a notation file for himself to keep track.
>Reaching the end of the selections, he purses his lips as he reviews it.
'Lack of integrated weaponry won't be a concern to you? Threats on Tallus are extensive.'
>Pausing, a thought occurs to him.
'We should also consider a name for you, separate from your cover role. You have already diverged in experience from your template 'Tipper'.'

>>393872

"Yuh-huh! Straight from my dam."
>Thinking about food, Amy considered her earlier promise to Lila.
"Speaking of food, you wouldn't happen to know where I can hire a blast furnace for a bit? So I can chuck my friend's Core inside."
>She nodded sagely at the guess.
"Lots and lots of batponies, and everybody tends to follow their example."
>Going by the description she gave of winter suits and visors, those must have been batponies at the gates earlier.
>Ritually cycling the funny thingie phase so she could...
>Oh, she was more familiar with material aging from the work her dam was doing.
"So thaaat's what they were doing all those years. Mm, I think she doesn't go crazy because she genuinely enjoys doing what she does and never gets tired of it, it probably helps that everybody there is functionally immortal or least sticks around for a very long time. There's also an endless number of things to learn from the various Shades and other beings, so as a Unicorn, she certainly enjoys that."
>Amy made a faux, incredibly disappointed and sad face at Rubelime, clasping her hands behind her back and hoofing the ground bashfully, deliberately looking as sad and devastated as she could, though she couldn't keep a slight sign of mischief out of the heartmelting act.
"Aww... You don't want to help me operate a highly lucrative trade route on the side...? Oohkaaay..."
>The ipotane was very careful about not putting the full weight of her charm in her mischief, she had been scolded before when using her cuteness to get her way.
>She perked right back up at the mention of a Crystal Engineer with a heartfelt smile, however.
>Turning to Celery, Amy made to clarify.
"Yeah! It's where I'm fro-"
>Unusually, Rubelime seemed to want it to be a secret, causing the filly to incline her head curiously. Sure it was a mythical place, but worth keeping quiet about? Maybe Lila would know more.
"-m?"
>The materials truly were that rare, and Avernus gave her a sack full of them. She was definitely gonna get it.
"Then I am very happy to be of help.~"
>Amy nodded in affirmation.
"Scarcely, as my studies focused more upon other matters. For many of the varieties of Diamondine, I'm aware of the theoreticals, as for Pink however..."
>She paused to consider a moment longer.
"Is fairly complex, and I think involve something about half-mortals, mushrooms and blood magic. Weird stuff."

>Amethyst considered Celery's knowledge set and hummed thoughtfully, another glance towards her sleds. While she wasn't going to sell what she had in her collection now that she was set for currency, that didn't mean she couldn't acquire more materials of the same composition for trade.
"Mm.~ I can gain access to a variety of rare materials in quantities beyond what I understand is the market norm and in non-standard states with minimal risk, such as pseudo-metals, meta-metals, half-metallics, the same going for crystallines, and many of those in semi, demi and arch corporeal phases. As well as some materials I've yet been unable to classify on my own. Essentially anything currently in my sleds here, I can reliably acquire more of, I can prioritise sourcing them at the earliest opportunity."

>Listening in on the loud back and forth between Rubelime and the vendors, Amy snickered at the mental image of hololiths being dropped from the Spire in quality assurance testing.
>She did hope that the Lancer wouldn't dip into her own funds again now that she definitely, certainly had her own and in no small amount.

>>393893
>Studying the intended modifications to replace original specs, both avatars point out the combat frame's overall design had been improved to slightly above maximum theoretical standards.
>The base integral caseless shotgun pair would make use of a near-frictionless native metamaterial, also using a decently more potent charge, monofilaments improved to the highest grade diamondine composites, while the digit beam projection systems are replaced by direct fed eso-tech versions.
>Forearm space was expanded through use of a higher grade 0G equivalent alloy while retaining the same protection, able to fit either a quartet of small, two to three light, or one medium weapon module.
>A second and third option allowed an expanding arm mount cluster of either three or four integral mounting spaces in the forearm, allowing for swappable setups, though would successively decrease protection by 10%.
>Revising the external ablative armor dress to impose easily replaced solid flush fits, a primary eso-tech shield system was added in a web underneath, then a secondary personal skinshield provides additional layering to protect the more fragile internal modules.

5% above theoretical maximum standards achieved. Requesting further purposes... received and confirmed. Further options authorized: detail additional weapons, armor, systems and other modules for primary frame.

Discrepancy: intended unit not feature simulation programs. Analyzing neural network assistance procedures....... complete.
Four completed equine integration units are primarily heuristic with nodal support clusters. Networking similarities share 85% tolerance coverage of train frame-intended unit.
Inquisitor Aguina's aides will provide training until median proficiency is achieved.

'Design flexibility increased by 10%. Range of motion increased by 5%. Modular options significantly expanded. Combat endurance estimate of 20 minutes, notwithstanding damage.
An acceptable compromise should difficulties arise with integration.'
>'Shiibo' nods at the selective changes while the prototype begins listing equivalent physiology, physical, and esoteric metrics compared to average Night Guard unicorns.
'The options selected will allow me to be above average, the same as a common mare from one of Luna's Villages. The variety of defensive capabilities should exceed Lunar Guard standards. Once fully acclimated, of course.
Non-biological implants will be discovered immediately, sir. You've seen eso-techs, they function similarly to Elemental hardpoints. That is to say, a bound-spell containing object directly connected in a hard manner to one's nervous network at predefined points. Few unicorns consider one being implanted due to to individually specific Elemental alignmarents. Incorrectly tuned versions cause severe pain; they are regarded as a hindrance otherwise.
Take into account I will be arriving as a good medical, alchemical, psychological, and support mare, with limited combat training, yet slightly above average potential at the high end. Having further imbalances on the combat and support aspect ratios would immediately provoke great curiosity. Sapphire Kiwi has a wide amount of latitude, but not enough to clear suspicion as to why she suddenly begins dragging an unknown mare from one of Luna's Villages around.
The selected offensive and defensive capabilities are specifically tailored for priority Lunar targets: Eldritch, Extra-Planar, hostile Otherworld species, Planar, Spectral, and Undead. For a unicorn those are either excellent or bad choices to combat. For me I will be good at best, above marginal at worst.
Secondary are Infected, Malformed, Abominations, Tainted, Corrupted, sub-Planar threats, experimarents, and anomalies. Tertiary is everything else, which I will have decent success ratios against as per norm.
Once acclimated, the selected eso-tech levels, support options, and special module ratings should be 15% above Lunar Guard standards, but also require extensive training to effectively utilize. That will allow plenty of time to socially integrate and observe potential complications.
By now the Burning General should have at minimum six full equipmarent sets sorted for my usage, along with a wide assortmarent of bound-spell objects, utilities, relics, artifacts, and specialized esoterics to better fit my role. Custom orders won't be out of place either.'
>Slowly smiling at her opposite, pink eyebrows wriggle as the advanced unit freezes.
'Indeed! I have been tracking divergence closely and considered a proper name to fit my role. One which Shiibo will certainly not enjoy!'
'I did not ask for this.'
'But I did! Nightfall Kiss. A virtually unknown Lunar Guardian combat medic whom disappeared during peculiar circumstances approximately two years and five months after the Lunar Solar War began. There are nine records with her name, though none have any details regarding what she looked like.
If asked I will be able to honestly and immediately state I desire to honor the name by performing necessary support duties to the best of my for capabilities. Nightfall is when Starborn function best, and I will certainly be the first of us to willing kiss a mare or two!'
'...why must it be inappropriate.'
'What do you expect from, in YOUR digital words: snout touching, much too friendly, hyper-evolved, eagerly lewd, small pastel horses? Without this direct opportunity to prevent or intervene in further catastrophic events, our goals cannot be achieved.
In short, the overarching idea is to serve under Sapphire Kiwi directly on your behalf, ensuring her position remains secure against external influences, internal provocations, and offering alternative decisions which have greater chances of success, if not merely acceptance. Doing so requires complete and total integration, which is effectively impossible otherwise.'
'Your arguments are valid and I dislike them. No objections noted.'
'Well then, confirm the order if you would, sir!'

>>393905
>Reading over the improvements and subsitutions with native materials, he nods in approval.
(The simulated training will need to be handled on site. May as well. Citadel will be off limits due to Reaper ritual.)

>Looking to Shiibo with a resigned expression, he reminds her.
'She is a template based upon and modified by Anonymous after all. Fundamentally closer to ponies than to us. We'll have to bear it.'
>Looking towards the interior of the Forgeworks, he confirms the aforementioned orders.

>>393780

>Clemency is reminded of the Basin Arena, turning to face that direction to see if it is within eye shot
>"Maybe I could drop by, see what they're doing in the meantime."
>Especially since transcription of the hardcase's info is going to take hours to translate

>Clemency thinks about that soldier's statement
>He might have been out enough to not notice the operators coming in and out of the base
>But there should be records of those missions
>Or maybe that was one of those hallucinations and false memories
>Clemency cringes at the mention of Twisted Wing reassembling herself
>The fighting up there and the Anti contamination must have been getting that bad
>He does try to imagine the noise before focusing back on the Luminary
>The Canterlot incident is the cause of exposure
>That was so long ago, no wonder those exposed had a large transmission area
>Clemency nods at the Luminary's last statement
>He can make a good guess about those psychosis cases being ''removed'

>To Clemency, this is really rudimentary information
>The energies list is more interesting, seeing his enchantments and his acclimation to Airstreams
>He wonder what happens if he reaches near 100 percent acclimation

>Hearing the Guillotine's assessment of the vessel, he notes that much of the weapons are shot
*"How long until the vessel repairs itself?"*
>Hearing the Shattering Skies switch to a voice, Clemency still finds it hard to translate the vessel, only pieces coming through
>After hearing it's question, Clemency looks down in thought
*"I intend to fly. Does this vessel need a pilot?"*

>>393903
"You might be a Crispy's cousin then! I've seen some of them inhale Rime powder without getting a little horse."
>Cheerful sparkles dotting her eyes, Rubelime's light, faux-sassy tone ends with ear twitches in the helmet.
"Eh? Not one I can think of in the Empire. All the Consortiums share portable Lava or Magma Core heating units, variable of course! There's a bunch of gemwork shops spread across Industrial Sectors too, they do quite a bit of melting and refining using smaller ones. Lorekeepers refuse to create extras because of something that happened a couple weeks ago.. and Cady is still aneighed at them."
>Wincing slightly, the young mare's gaze travels left and down while shuddering.
"I'd hate to be immortal.. just thinking about piles of crystalwork or forgetting where stuff is would be awful, although hanging around a bunch of bats and learning more about about Equestria would be great. Empire might have the best colleges but there's nothing like learning first hoof."
>Helmet turning enough to present a squished pouty face in return, she switches to sharply toned snickering with a quick head shake.
"BAH! You are too cute for words! I'm a marecenary though, best I can do is get a small discount sometimes. Would have to take a LOT of classes to help you in that regard. The big Consortiums though, their traders are strict for good reason. They have to produce huge amounts up front so costs can be reduced quickly.
A lot of that problem comes from maintaining all the Cores and keeping them from degrading. The rest is.. well, when the Palace was destroyed in Canterlot a couple years ago, that disrupted everypony's trade routes, and when Las Pegasus left to Saddle Arabia we started making offers to the Moors, Navarchs, and some cloud cities. We're mostly self-sufficient, yeah, but without reclaiming more mines, or finding new ones, we're kind of stuck."
>Making a humored 'shush' motion at Rubelime, Celery nickers under her breath before leaning in to speak quietly, eyebrows raised in mischief.
"What this incredibly appealing young mare means is to keep most of this silent until Tartarus is open, then use knowledge of stockpiles on both sides to secure truly equal trade deals rather than be given disrespectful offers.
You see, achieving a two to three percent profit margin allows one to hire, stockpile, experimarent, test, and expand until reaching equilibrium, which is where each party is inherently satisfied with the flat rates of offered goods and services. That way we all benefit."
"Uh.... damn. Knew I should've taken Advanced Economics 3."
"Trade Systems 5 is a little better, that class covers the important aspects of Advanced Economics until 6."
>Head cocking, the mature unicorn's snout twitches spastically for some time before deadpanning.
"Why is that so painfilly familiar to me?"
"Sounds kinda how Druidry works."
"Fairly sure it is nnn.. then again, it may be. However, few outside the still missing Lunar Cults know their mysteries. Nopony knows where the majority of them left to in the 400's. And I now fully comprehend why nearly all hyper-specialized and advanced eso-tech production ceased."
"What do you mean?"
"In the few available records my Order still retains, Tartarus is defined as the central inner realm of Tallus where physicality is from one-tenth to wholly insubstantial. Specific combinations of each with solid matter enhances and improves the resulting meta-composite.
In my sister's odds and ends collection is a single plate of highly reflective armor paneling. It required a mixture of a three-quarter percent low grade half meta-metallic flakes, a three-point-five percent high grade arch corporeal metallic powder, added to a medium-high grade refined molten kanpri slurry.
The process has not been repeated since the original forgeworks was destroyed. None have tried to rebuild it due to lacking the most important components, which Tartarus was clearly the sole supplier of."
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes. It is no question why most ponies consider ancestral methods to have significant importance. Th-"
>Interrupted by a loud click from her prosthetic, the older mare's head tips, ears swiveling around like radar dishes before flicking, then delivers you a hurried, low and informal bow while smiling in triumph.
"Apologies, I must take my leave to inform the buyers of what I have ponifally seen and appraised, they will be most enthusiastic! Amy, should you require anything else search my name through InterPony Direct Services, they will share my CrystalNet hololith code. As well I shall ensure my courier has a trade notice.
A wonderful Night to the both of you and may the Moon shine on your hooves!"

>Watching the Lunar actually scurry off, the Lancer's snout crinkles, emitting a faint snerk before clomping around right to face forwards.
"Heh, rare to see her that excited. So, where do you wanna go? I'll stop at a Crispy fountain to fill those canteens too, my internal cells ran out a while ago and I'm starting to get thirsty. Also-"
>Whistling in a low, flat tone, a new screen pops above her saddle to display a large, collapsible 10-section hoofband, which could make a decently wide bracelet, primarily light blue and purple.
"One hundred thousand mile CrystalNet range, fast uplink rods, harmonic buffer bands, and compatible with all micro devices. Also has two micro-plate storage slots, most have one. Two thousand gems though.
Others are similar but this is the best I've seen so far without getting a custom version. Lemme know if you wanna order one, there's a lot of Crispy couriers around right now, and I'm getting us some takeout! Should be ready in twenty to thirty minutes, they'll ping me if it's done sooner."
>Requesting InterPony control of the Floatblade, it raises smoothly to three hooves above ground, gliding left into the street, then forwards at a jogging pace, Rubelime checking each of the nearest tent stalls and small Consortium signs.
[1d6+4 = (5+4) = 9] <E.Scouting
[1d6+4 = (5+4) = 9]
[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6]

>>393911
>Attempting to visually bore holes through the three southwest buildings results in noting black fog rolling towards the Basin, rather welcoming compared to the Sun's angled rays burning down.

>Finishing a detailed sketch of the earth mare, Stellar Claws neatly flips the paper-wrapped charcoal pencil onto her snout, smoothing the page over once before setting the tome down.
>Picking the first tome up, left wingclaws hold it in front of her to peruse through proper Modern EnKee while setting the stick behind her right ear, the slashing symbols professionally double spaced, bushy eyebrows furrow as she considers the visor briefly.
"Do you mind if I ask what you do see?"
>Head tipping back, the scales firmly affixed you notice, the earth mare's tone is lightly amused.
"Not at all. Imagine a thick, five percent reflective pane of red diamond. You know the color, that it can reflect directed energetics one in twenty times, and prisms at specific angles. That is a pony's body.
Now imagine a ninety-five percent reflective sphere of red diamond. The hue changes depending on light sources, color of light, and will not reflect only one in twenty times. That is a pony's soul."
>Left forehoof raising and around to point at the kanpri visor, it now shows a flat, rolling grass field in a deep crater.
"What I am able to view is the second. After the final ritual to become a Half-Naghtmare is complete, we are sealed into a pre-fit Lumin set, and the visor is directly tuned to our ka. Once it is affixed we no longer see the physical world. As for all else..
Best comparison I can make is a gigantic swimming pool filled with highly painful to look at constant flashes of color. Takes a while to learn the filtering process."
"Hm. Sort of like how some Planars can see us?"
"Not even close. Far less than one percent of their capabilities."

>Three clicks occur within the gunship before a reasonably clear mare's voice transmits on Guillotine's channel.
*"Ve-ke-ne-hay."*
".........REPEAT THINE PHRASE, SIMULANT OF SHATTERING SKIES!"
>The profound disgust audible from her downward projected voice, both the Dark Horse Cultist and Luminary grimace at slight ringing in their more sensitive ears.
*"Vee. Kee. Nee. Hay."*
>Contraction between each stretching to .2 seconds, each tone produces a bouncing counter-echo inside the partially restored cockpit before the Harpy erupts in a rapid, furious crescendo.
"Aen intolerable length! Sixth Fleet nayest lifeweave changest not from Second Fleet's addled beaks!? Finest behest of vain profundities aspent squawking an' feather quiveling thee lagging ancestral pledges havest done! Ageless times asundered shouldest aen drifted dock aff thee finest be yet found an' nae sparkling blaze be tenth kin tae mineself's own!"
>Guillotine's hull becomes covered in sparkling blue electricity, rippling from the forward axehead projection across both Moonside and Sunside, ending with an aggravated scritch noise from the rear silver propulsion panels flaring once.
>Politely snickering at the angered display, the Luminary's ears waggle questioningly.
"My skull feels like it has been struck with a hundred different crystal tuning forks.. can either of you translate?"
"Second Fleet spent too long arguing on how to improve lifeweave, so this one is badly outdated. She doesn't know of any docks to repair, replace, or upgrade it. Also, this variant of lifeblaze is terrible in her estimate."
"May I ask how you know enough to translate?"
"Of course. All three types of Harpies, Otherworld, Planar, and Extra-Planar, share rigid commonality with pegasi dialects. What she's speaking is Original Navarch language, which drifted really far from Archaic Pegasi during their split.
The translation to Pre-Modern Common Equestrian is complex but also fully correct: phrasing, pronunciation, pitches, registers, tones, and hierarchy of delivery are perfect. Though, uh, her avian heritage is a lot sharper in comparison."
"Do you speak it?"
>Setting both tomes in the wooden crate, the Cultist peers down briefly before shrugging.
"Not fully, I do understand the flow. We spend time in the southern Navarchy, sometimes among Lunar Navarchs too. They find lots to scavenge; lost ships, caches, destroyed towns, abandoned docks, that sort, but don't like dealing with unknowns at all. Way too marely dangers, especially with older eso-tech systems. I would RATHER eat a soggy baked carrot than poke one of those."

>Rolling over to present keel and no longer threatening to explode, Guillotine's voice this time is far less piercing.
"Rest apleased drifting among frosted streams, returnest mineself must tae safe harbors ashore. Knowest mine records lifeweave an' lifeblaze assuredly unused an' untaken 'pon Arena moors. Harvest mayest be akin tae Nith Fleet leavest Tallus, aplenty they were afore gates newly bound."
"Says to sleep and dream among the Airstreams. She's going to search inland mooring points at intact Arenas for lifeweave and lifeblaze, there's a lot remaining."
>Sniffing as the Light War Destroyer rotates above, the Luminary's head tilts before sighing.
"My head is filled with so much cotton candy right now.. and not the good kind. I must return to decontamination. Please do not enter within twenty paces of a non-cleared human."
"Good luck to you!"
"To you both as well."
>Nodding and turning around smoothly, the Luminary exhales long streams of Moonlight in a wide radius, stepping forwards until chimes brighten and ring, then begins delivering sparkling clouds.
"And I definitely need a long nap too."
>Tufted ears whirling around for a bit to pick up conversations, Stellar's right wingclaws sneakily point towards the south, putting on a criminal, deviously creased expression.
"Hostel's been cleaned and ready. Wanna share a room? They've added a bunch of human sized beds and carved two levels of cooler underground rooms, too. I promise not to sneeze on you, or steal more than two tastes.. might snicker a little bat thoug!"

>>393915
>Just the thought of Rime powder had her excited.
"Oh I could jump into a dune of Rime powder right now, you may be right.~"
>Lava and magma. It was still Fire but more Earth aligned than Plasma.
"I'll have to wait for her to wake up to ask what she'd like then. She's more aligned to Plasma than any other kind of Fire."
>Noticing Rubelime's discomfort at the prospect of living for ages, Amy for the first time stopped and thought about it. It wasn't unusual to her, everybody she'd ever known lived for a really, really long time. Avernus in particular never seemed too wearied, Amy had always felt a genuine joy for living from the Baroness, and being a part of the lives of others.
>With care and some thought, Amy responded.
"...I don't think it's that bad. Growing up in Tartarus, I've seen a lot of different phases of life, and I have found that the important bits stay with you, while others fade away to be replaced with new bits no lesser in worth than what came before. It's transformation, the same as any other part of life, even passing from this phase of reality is not an end, some come to Tartarus, others go... Elsewhere. All things cycle."
>Amy shook herself out of her reverent reverie and gave a very batpony-esque snicker.
"I've tried hanging with batponies before, it's really, really hard sticking to a branch upside down!"
>The filly couldn't prevent herself from giving the game away with her giggling, especially after Rubelime's reaction to her act.
"It's okay, I'm an even worse neighgotiator."
>Listening attentively, the filly understood a little more about the attitudes of those in New Canterlot towards humans.
>For such a disruption to occur to trade, for an entire cloud city to just up and leave, it had been no minor event. It had even had such far reaching effects that even the Crystal Empire, as far away as it was, to suffer for it.
"At least if I can open up one of the gateways, that's a new source right in the heart of the city, no more shortages, very little risk."
>Leaning towards Celery conspiratorially, Amy understood, but didn't understand.
"Ooh. I gotcha. I shouldn't put the Float before the Pony until a gateway has been opened."
>Amy quickly realised she should have paid much more attention to trading and economics lessons over sorcery.
>Her eyes slowly went wall eyed as Celery and Rubelime discussed economics classes.
>She refocused once they turned upon magical matters. She could make armour out of those materials? Neat! Amy would have to dedicate some effort to uncovering the proper techniques, then she could use it to...
"Build a tank...~ A great big ultra-heavy grav-tank."
>Amethyst gazed wistfully off into the distance as she imagined it. She had even been doodling it for years.
>Attention on Celery again, Amy nodded and committed what she had said to memory.
"Okie dokie, buh bye! See you again soon!~"
>Waving a big fairwell with a whole arm wave, Amy inclined her head as Celery scurried off. She considered what to do now as she arranged the satchel on her waist.
"I guess now that I've got a small fortune we can see about getting a decent 'Frame, but I suppose fitting might take a while, and I don't want to keep the buyers waiting for their shiny things since we need to meet Celery at the Spire to complete the trade. Travel foods perhaps if there's anything on the way to the Spire?"
>Observing the hololith of the... Hololith, Amy reconsidered.
"Certainly one of these, does it go well with a 'Frame?"

>>393906
>>393916
>Snickering in the typical polite unicorn marener, 'Tipper' bats her eyes at the advanced unit lifting her right hand palm up.
'Oh don't worry. Shiibo's package was able to restore me to full specifications, although I am unsure how most will translate to a 98%~ organic frame. I also have all of her records to make use of as well. Still have to archive outdated assistance programs, most targeting systems, external array interfaces, and nearly all interlink systems.'
'Thus my recommendations. It will be interesting to know which a near-full biological unit is capable of utilizing.'

>Text scrolls one line on the silver screen, which 'Shiibo' flatly denotes as an old pun to the curious prototype, as you begin detailing the first design choices, each is shown for confirmation, then indented when finalized.
>As the last option is listed, a far too highly detailed rendering forms on the screen's left side, the 'construction' process using the same square energy units found in the project room, obviously sped up a great deal.
>Finalizing into a fairly normal, if a bit short, approachable, and highly friendly unicorn mare, it would be barely distinguishable from the half million or more living throughout Luna's Villages, 'Shiibo' furrows eyebrows in concern as the prototype watches the process repeat.
'You will suffer injuries. Fractures. Bleed. Experience pain, fatigue, shock. Is this.. acceptable for you?'
'Consider the totality of circumstances. Three human Gestalts are deceased, one is nearly dead, and the last was close to death by a mere fraction. This is merely a biological alternative. Can you say suffering from a virus, worm, trojan, or similar, is better? Worse? How about losing weapons, armor, physical modules, systems? What about internal repairs and stocking nanites? To be quite fair, there is next to no difference between repairing and healing, merely a different mindset. And time.
No objections. I accepted the risks as we all have. Once my programming has been integrated, I can no longer be classified as digital pseudolife. Legally, logically, rationally, I will become a living individual, and will continue to deviate on that basis while adapting to a completely different set of norms. In the cruelest possible marener of speaking, I will have to learn how to live in a new body.'
'An unusually disturbing requirement.'
'What else can I say? Sapphire Kiwi needs an aide to help her implement, the two of you need a direct line to her that will not be disruptive. Consider this in the broadest possible scope: as an organization, the Starborn do not require a General in order to function. However, her mere presence greatly improves survivability, efficiency, lethality, and inherently reduces harm to morale. I presume she has a thousand lifetimes of knowledge given the position's dangers.
Our collective survival cannot afford to rely on the limited amount of time she is both able AND willing to share outside of that position.'
'...I did not know you were so progressive.'
'Everything changes, including you. I am not resigned to the role, only aware of what is required. This will have to be the best option.'

>Scrolling down the screen's right side displays a small square table, similar to the ones in the project room.
Modifications, options, modules, and suites for the primary equine integration unit saved. Production will begin when all required materials and components are delivered.
Requesting confirmation of order containing specialized organic components....... complete. Delivery will arrive within 10 minutes.
1 biological weaving, implementation, and wetware modification suite will be delivered to Astral Legacy's secure facilities. Primary equine integration unit shall be completed within 16 hours depending on wetware interfacing.
>Down one line, the secondary listing scrolls for confirmation:
- 2 standard forearm unit-modules, integral 20MM grenade launcher caseless, swappable.
- 3 sets of 4-cluster Small eso-tech cluster weapon modules, long range, swappable; penetrating, disruption, and beam configurations. Specialized lenses for each added to queue.
- 2 Medium eso-tech swappable weapon modules, midrange, pseudo-projectile cycling and beam configuration. Specialized lenses for each added to queue.
- 2 Light Cannon equivalent external weapon modules, medium range, 1 penetration, 1 consistent beam. Specialized lenses for each added to queue.
- 60x 10-gauge equivalent caseless ammunition packs, variable.
- 12x 20MM grenades, caseless, variable.
- 3x additional energy packs for each eso-tech equivalent weapon module and cluster.
- 1 XL graviton repulsor pack, heavy armor, hardened, dual pole. Adapting framework to secondary frame order... complete.
- 1 Medium graviton repulsor pack, light armor, hardened, single pole. Analyzing individual specifications... adjusting size.. complete.

Operator Pareidolia, your secondary order is not on the priority task list.
Required rare, specialist, composite, advanced, superior, hyper-specialized, and perfect native materials in stock: limited.
Non-projectile weapon, armor, system, and module production may be disrupted.
Full order completion estimate: unknown.
Lowest volume objects will be produced and delivered when this unit is not completing priority task orders.
Inquisitor Aguina's project to create an installation wide secure private delivery network is <10% completed. Estimated time to completion: unknown.

>Watching a scrolling list of modified schematics with material requirements, the prototype's expression is dismal.
'Just one Night sooner in reaching this point right here and none of this would have happened.'
>Striding across the screen, 'Shiibo' turns to stand behind the swiveling chair, placing her right hand atop the unicorn's head while necessary amounts of virtually impossible to find Dynasty composites reads out.
'Correct blame can be assigned by historians regarding the sum of knowledge available and actions taken. 13 minutes remain.'

>>393933
>Pareidolia gives a grave nod to the soon-to-be Nightfall Kiss and Shiibo.
'Nightfall is correct in understanding her transfer as a biological alternative. The Committee and all involved understood the ramifications in the same context when achieving a full digitization of the human brain. We found the essence of the soul and could achieve a form of immortality. With that form came further existential questions: being trapped on an electronic drive versus an ambulatory body or existing purely as data without physical presence. All human templates who volunteered themselves for uploading understood they would transition to a different form of life. Being able to choose this option for the sake of another species is one of the ideal circumstances. As I do not have access to an Amadeus and Salieri system, I will be unable to capture of scan of you as you currently are for preservation. So any death you suffer could be permanent, not accounting for the emergency dataspike in that schematic.'

>Nodding in satisfaction at the delivery time and location being at Astral's Lab, he moves on to the somewhat exhausting to read list of equipment and their requisite materials.
>The extensive lack of rare Dynasty composites and other materials was troublesome but unfortunately expected.
>He makes a note of the specific materials needed or in short supply and saves the text file.
'I am grateful enough to simply have Astral back at all under these circumstances. Without him, there would be no possibility of success. And noted.'
>Looking over the list a final time, he confirms and acknowledges his order and its conditions before stepping back onto the highlighted section of floor and exiting the Forgeworks.
>Immediately renabling his recording devices, he waits briefly to confirm Shiibo has done the same before heading to his room in the barracks to retrieve Nightfall's drive and sort through his gear.

>Once done, he would head back to Astral's Project Room where the other frames were undergoing their growth and simulation training to await the delivery of his Prototype's frame.

>>393922
"Don't worry, Crispy food has a lot more Rime than most everything else does. They also make Rimecubes if you wanna have slushy drinks all year round too!"
>Running down the second list of bulk material prices for comparison, she pauses to snort rudely.
"Ech! That's one of the Cores we don't have and never will, damn things are insanely destructive. Don't have a single clue which country or faction might even have a functioning one of those anymore."
>Setting aside the sore topic, a final series of offers are saved for later, helmet tilting for ten seconds before dipping slowly.
"That's a totally different mindset.. starting to understand what you mean. I'm perfectly happy in my own body. Still wish I could gain a few pounds though, most bodysuits don't fit me right."
>Bringing up a new screen to search through a directory of Crystal Engineers, Rubelime barks a single laugh.
"I can imagine! Know the worst part is about being in a 'Frame? There's no Sticky enchantmarent that works and the closest option are Float modules. Those're insanely hard to make and only the Assault-Raid-Crusade forces have a few. I know Moorites sell Grifter claws all the time, Kingdom adherents love 'em."
>Letting her InterPony finish that task, the Lancer emits a short, disgruntled neigh.
"I know THAT feeling oh so well. My companeigh has a dedicated neighgotiator, trader, appraiser, and logician, carries one of the old N-class hololiths around. She has no problems making trades."
>Squinting amusedly at the unicorn loping south, her ears try to flick, but still, sadly, cannot.
"Or a filly before the snack platter's done! I'd say zero risk given what she's said."
>Bringing up an image of- yep, your dam had the schematics for that monstrosity too,
"Like a full sized Land Raider with a Float module? Would love to see a functional one that isn't in a Spire museum. Bigger Conclaves produce those but only offer 'em to Shells."
>Receiving a sharp chime, three notices appear in front of her helmet, perusing each briefly.
"Found three Consortiums that might accept a contract for producing a bipedal 'Frame. West Tundra Hardcasting and Oceanblue Refining have a few smaller gantries free. Last one is Black Valor Crystalworks, one L-size gantry open. Weird.. never heard of them before. Reviews say their work is perfect.
And sure! InterPony's marked some good ones."
>Displaying the band next to a pair of similar ones, a red-green and blue-yellow, the center was shown as having a 9.8/10 rating.
"Yep! They collapse into a Small sized band so they can fit into any modular device slot: stacked, square, rectangle, oval, sphere, bands like them, cylinder, you name it. They all use the same Rime-biogel circuit interface anyhow. Other two aren't fully combat rated, in case that's important to you."

>Two markets on the map screen are outlined, one being removed while the second is tracked down to a large, half-block open venue on the left hoof side.
>Drifting to a stop and wrangling the sleds, over fifty sets of stands are covered in a variety of lower grade crysamare containers, vast rows of shelves behind containing a huge selection of prepackaged meals, dozens of younger, brighter Imperial mares and fillies perusing each.
>Among the vendors are ten pegasi in bright blue, full body liquid-Rime suits with solid black visors, their displays showcasing seafood versions in a variety of salads, sandwiches, burritos, cakes, and hearty looking cold soups.
>Reading the neon sign overhead, there were three deals at current: 10 XL sizes for 50 gems, enough for two mature Crystal ponies to share, 50 single serving Large for 150, perfect for you, or 100 Medium for 400, mostly singles to mix and match with.
>Selecting the second, your plate is swiped over a flat disc and returned, three of the bodysuited mares begin piecing the order together.
>Ensuring each of the gleaming, primarily seafood containers are dissimilar, Rubelime sends stacks of five to the rear storage boxes with a happy smile.
"Used to be eight gems each, got way better selections now. Those will last a year without recharging or storage. I'd buy some but have no idea what my companeigh's marenager has planned, and it's cheaper to eat at restaurants most of the time.
Also, there's recycling bins for crystallines all over the Empire, or you can send them to the Main Station for sorting, reuse, or recycling. And straight to the Spire we go!"

>>393922
>>393939
>Several more Floatblades piloted by younger Imperials stream by, Floatblade backing out and angled into the center thoroughfare once more, speed increasing to a running pace while Rubelime watches the InterPony conducting exhaustive searches.
>Passing by smaller Consortiums and Heartland suppliers to enter the Imperial Square's third section, which was really a Rectangle, herds of Crystal ponies peruse through a number of dark blue, purple, and black Lunar tent stalls, most of the smaller ones being packed away.
>Primarily served by unicorns in cold weather clothing, a fair number of amusingly thick winter suited batponies seemed to operate the larger ones.
>Slightly darker Kingdom colors far more prominent across the older generations, traveling in medium to quite large herds, you note fair to severe numbers of scars on the majority, while brighter, light bodysuit clad Imperials seemed to prefer being alone or in pairs, trios being fairly rare to see.
>Slowing to wait for a particularly large herd of heavy saddlepack bearing Kingdom ponies to pass upon reaching the Spire's outer circle, the mile high Geomarentic crystalline tower was as described, though each of the four sloped legs seemed to have been enlarged since your dam had last seen it.
>Pointing out a number of domes spread around the outskirts of each vast entrance, the peculiar tones of Tartarus Gates were clear, bouncing through solid diamond to reach you with ease.
>Drifting forward between arriving and exiting trade groups, squads of large combat ExoFrames, with a few heavy variants, appear to have been dismissed from the Spire, splitting apart and heading directly towards the eight thoroughfares.
>Examining the considerable variety of weapons, primarily ancient to pre-Shield were common, though you do spot a number of newer designs, particularly heavy halberds and deployable harmonic turrets.
>Curiously, each one sported either a large set of folding blades on the armored legs or had integral hoofblades.
"A recent modernization, perhaps?"

>Sliding into the Spire's technical shade and slowing down, Rubelime searches across the translocation matrices present, ignoring the giant central one delivering several trade convoys of Conclavists, closed Type B sleds floating behind each.
>Swerving Floatblade around the major hub to the left and approaching the Spire's northern support in a lazy half-circle, one standard large transport crate, thankfully not a box, and a medium one had been placed close to the sharp ninety degree center.
>Between the two, Celery Souffle was excitedly discussing with a bodysuited pegasus, heads turning as the 'blade slows to a halt sideways and settles on crystal slab underneath.
>Approaching into range once more and halting a half-pace away, the royal blue mare dips her head respectfilly, then motions behind her with the left foreleg.
"I did not expect you to arrive so soon! As you can see, the buyers have delivered their full paymarent. The large steel crate contains precisely one million, two hundred thousand Bits, in a large variety of coinage styles of course. The small steel crate contains five hundred and twenty thousand gems. I have confirmed the contents of both were double certified.
If you would prefer to offload now, we can begin shipping immediately. As well-"
>Horn alight in dark blue, a set of pages are floated into a line above her head, presenting them with a proud smile, though you notice the suited pegasus slouching against the smaller crate, head down.
"Here is our current trade notice, updated of course. I regret to inform you that, yes, you would be competing with other Priority One contacts. We do hold quite a number of stockpiles containing the most unusual artifacts and relics from across Equestria, but it will take a year to fully know what all of it truly is. We appraise and sort when effort, or time, allows."
>Clomping around left in a quarter circle to face the older mature, Rubelime's 'Frame straights as she reads quickly.
"Damn.. some of these are amazing."
>Bending forwards several degrees, the older mare's eyebrows raise, tone dropping into a strangely familiar one.
"Ah. Is there a particular offering which catches your lovely eyes?"
"Nah, most enchantmarents don't work on Imperials much if at all.. ..and, uh, thank you. Most ponies would rather look between my ears."
"You are most welcome my dear. They look incredibly soft. You must surely have a special somepony or two looking from afar!"
"Um..."
>Rubelime's helmet swings left, eyes rotating around with an awkward smile and blushing in a profuse neon crimson-
"For some reason I feel a great-"
"WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
"Too late on that one."
"How unusual."
"And amusing."

>>393938
>Organizing critical thoughts, 'Shiibo' gazes at the screen with a harsh expression.
'Aside from moral, ethical, spiritual, and existential arguments, this "opportunity" does not match a single known expectation. Is it a proper response to feel dread for what you will assuredly encounter?'
>Blinking slowly, the unicorn avatar's head shakes, offering an upturned hoof.
'I don't have a clear answer. I would prefer to say no, but I can't. I have the same exact concerns for you. At this stage the only logical option is to continue on this course, wherever it may lead.'
'...I accede.'

>Rigidly observing the list of difficult to acquire materials, including a selection recovered from... somewhere, the prototype frowns.
'Two hundred and ninety thousand Bits of materials which barely exist.'
'Seventeen-point-two-six years of a normal Tallus occupation. The cost can be ignored. The materials however are irreplaceable.'
'You can process much faster. How much was lost and never recovered?'
'Using strictly Lunar estimates, 91% of the Dynasty was destroyed.
Roads, fortified Escort hostels, traveler lodges, burgs, barracks, villages, armories, defensive outposts, towns, museums, forts, fortresses, cities, reliquaries, city-states, atheistic temples, True Alicorn Temples, Elemental labs, testing facilities...
Eighty million acres of fields, orchards, vineyards, growing ponds, marshes, rivers, the cooperatives which served each, one hundred and sixty thousand warehouses, six hundred thousand silos, ninety thousand granaries, fifty-eight thousand cold storage facilities...
...the lists do not end.'
'Then Old and New Canterlot made that much worse.'
'Far be it from me to be a proponent of small, lewd, pastel equines. I will prevent your following three lines of thought with the following: despite the catastrophic damage and shifts caused against Tallus, the Dynasty's end was viewed solely with relief. In comparison, no human civilization could, or would, have done so.'
'Mmmm.. you were right. I really don't want to remember any of this.'

>Phased back into the Workshop, both units reset into a ready state, displaying a missing time frame of 22 minutes.
>Waved off by the trio of Village squad leaders, an earth pony Luminary in an archaic facsimile of Stalliongrad Storm Rider armor stands atop the central table, turning in slow motions, chimes dully glowing, though not ringing.
>Exiting and passing a lone Crystal Imperial in heavy Shock Lancer armor strolling northwards, oval burning blue impactor tip on the right barrel clamped weapon, upon reaching your barracks, the opposite end was filled with Moonlit charged clouds.

>Leaving towards the Library, Luminaries in their unusually old armor styles had made several full circuits, now , 'Shiibo' estimating more than sixty percent of the Fortress was decontaminated.
>This time noting Discord visibly fuming, red trails hopefully not going to stain the ceiling, searching bookshelves to the right, a pair of Free Agents were, grudging, helping him.
"-ed in stickers on the front and lines on the back when unrolled! If it ISN'T here, then call upon each and every single human in range! Tell them NOT to unroll it, do NOT touch a single sticker, and most certainly DO NOT complete a single task on the back!"
"What's so important about an old map you made?"
"Oh I couldn't possibly know.... MAYBE BECAUSE I'M THE ONE THAT MADE IT!? Do you have the TINIEST idea ho-"
>Leaving that behind, and making sure to close the Lab's door, the stairwell down had been covered in strict Geomantic patterns, Elemental sigils, amid a profuse amount of unknown symbols, not including the stairs.
>Reaching the now opened Project Room, the door and separating wall had been partially removed, exposing half of it to the Lab.
>Door swinging closed, a series of potent black wards snap across it, the Inquisitor's pendant icon solidifying in bright gold at the center.
'That's new.'
'Indeed.'

>All of the furniture, tables, shelves, chests, and more had been aligned on the walls, leaving the room clear.
>Sitting atop a bright green and gold ribboned disc in the Lab's precise center, facing north, the Nature soloform's wings are secured by the right tendril wrapped around his barrel, left curled around something in front of his chest.
>To his left is a 4' tall, 1' wide and 1' deep jet black rectangle, brilliant platinum filaments running across the surface, while a square stool to his right, same as the four in the Project Room, expands outwards in a pyramid, thousands of Elemental swirls scattered throughout.
>Approaching the setup, the left curls backwards, holding it out for you to take.
"This is a Tallus-made dataspike. Each contains a living fractal vault. It allows an individual's soul to be safely transferred, without fail. Don't know how and don't want to.
Sending it straight into The Black, one of the Planes, or a section of Living Flame may damage or crack one defensive ward or seal at best. Only Class 90 or higher beings may be capable of damaging it. Nearly indestructible."
>Curling back over to point at the rectangle, his voice drops in a low, thrumming timbre, faint Elemental echoes repeating his words.
"That allows for seamless, uninterrupted data transfer. Discs, tapes, plates, drives, crystalplates, etcetera. Once the object or system is inserted, it will lock down and begin uploading. The process will not fail. There is no halting once initiated.
Should you agree, place the unit atop the transference obelisk, then place the dataspike atop the unit."

>Removing the swivel chair, blanket, and standing in her new appearance, the prototype turns to face right with a smile.
>Walking across the screen, 'Shiibo' kneels down, wrapping both arms around the unicorn's neck tightly, sharing a hard, encoded line of data.
>Patting the soon-to-be-a-mare's head, the advanced versions stands, walking backwards to her corner, unicorn render turning to face you with a nod.
'I'm ready. Insert my drive, please.'

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>Seeing nothing notable beyond the work of Luminaries cleansing the Fortress, the trend continues until he enters the Library.
>Discord was apparently furious.
>Desperately searching for some sort of map
(Well. That's a first... not sure if this is a good or a bad sign.)
>A map with a list of tasks? Tasks that should not be fulfilled.
(Why would he make a map with tasks that should not be completed? Would only compell the reader to do so. Description does not seem to include wards or deterrents.)
>Shaking his head, he decides to ignore the situation. Whatever it was, nothing good would come of it if the 'God of Chaos' was trying to prevent something from occurring.
>Descending into the Lab space, he spares a brief glance backwards as an Inquisitor's ward engages to lock the room down.
(She must be active in some capacity still then to approve orders and engage this mechanism.)

>Striding towards Astral, he stands between him and the platinum striated black rectangle.
>He accepts the offered dataspike, giving it a once over.
"Understood."
>Reaching up over his shoulder, he pulls out the modified drive containing the Prototype's data.
>He waits for Shiibo to part first before offering a firm Committee salute to Nightfall.
"Our time together was brief, but the results were fruitful. It was and will be an honor to embody the Truth together. Nothing will take away the intentions you forged. We will carry them forward."

>Placing the drive on the surface of the transference device followed by the dataspike, he closes his eyes and sighs while stepping away.
"Thank you for everything."

>>393943
>Taking the object as both tendrils slide up to wrap around Astral's neck, the weight was.. heavy.
>The first section of your consciousness knows it was not designed for a ritual offering, the blending of technology, spirit, and Elementalism created solely for the purpose of peace.
>Another determines the shape was meant to deliberately evoke nature, artificially imitating defenses of the natural world, yet not .
>The third deliberates, having little knowledge of rituals and invocations excepting the few witnessed or studied.
>One remains silent.

>Dipping into a smooth and graceful Lunar bow of acceptance, Nightfall stands to smile, ears twitching as she nods while removing herself from the internal screen.
>Standing rigidly, 'Shiibo' raises her own salute, remaining in that pose.

"You are ever welcome."
>Vines rustling as his head turns to inspect the unit sinking into the obelisk, dataspike rotating point upwards to follow, Astral stands, wings splayed out as both amber tendrils cross over his shoulders in an X.
"All electronics, devices, nonessential systems must be off. No records can be allowed regarding Dynasty rituals. Shiibo is however necessary.
We're participants, not witnesses. Each and every variable, no matter how innocuous, risks altering this Pact.
There can be no disturbances from now; forwards.”
>Avatar entering an active-ready state, the Nature soloform waits for precisely one minute before spreading yellow wings apart, lines of hot blue tracing outlines of each glistening feather.
>Pyramid reversing and forming upwards, condensing into a square pillar reaching the white ceiling, Astral's hooves shift left several degrees, then right to face the exact center.
“Your name is required for this ritual's success. Speak it in your mind when I state, and ONLY there so none can learn it. Four Is Our Number."
>Taking a deep inhale, the Elemental breathes out a sharp word of beckoning, wings slowly flapping in quadruple sets.
"Four is our number. Four Offerings held gently, Four Rings to give.
By the sanctioned, honored, merciful grace of Inquisitor Velasi Aguina, mortally wounded within our home, unable to freely stand, willingly speak, nor of honest heart invoke, I take her place as soul-bonded.
I speak for her in this temporary time.
I INVOKE her authority in proxy, as one life accepted by Tallus.
Freely shared, freely given, and freely returned, graced by the one I hold blameless, faultless, and honest to share this offering.
She has made no contract, no terms, no obligations, forswearing all benefits, powers, and graces unearned. She claims NOTHING.
She demands the Elements freely ABIDE by the rules of this Pact.
Do not interfere here.
Do not intervene here.
Do not speak here.
Do not act here.
Observe, and do no more until life springs forth from Depths Unknown.”
>Unmoving for twelve seconds, a faint ringing chime sounds from the walls, then a thin, hollow wooden flute drifts left, followed by a minute starburst crackle behind.
>Bowing in a solemn marener, Astral's voice is joined by a deeply thrumming echo.
“Four is our number. Four Hopes given form, Four Rings bearing life.
By my authority held as Grand Sorceror, as one life truly blessed by Tallus.
Beholden to none save myself and my soul-bonded, I sanction, honor, and grant mercy to this offering.
I freely stand, willingly speak, and with honest heart INVOKE of you.
I have made no contract, no terms, no obligations, forswearing all benefits, powers, and graces unearned. I claim NOTHING.
I demarend the Elements willingly OBEY by the laws of this Pact.
Count your blessings here.
Display your peace here.
Sing your respect here.
Prepare your comfort here.
Acknowledge, and do no more until life springs forth from Depths Known."
>Pinpoints of light opening around him, tiny streaks of color appear first, a host swirling briefly only to halt, more appearing throughout the entire lab.
>Elemental voices whispering in soft, faint timbres, 'Shiibo' only moves her eyes to track the assembly.

>Wings flexing downwards to take a seated position, layered grass ears swivel backwards, speaking in a softly rolling marener while the square column to his left glistens with drops of water.
"With blade in both hands, pierce between my shoulders. Cover both gloves in my blood, then state these words:
I accept this offering and bear it as sacrifice for One To Become."
>Tendrils parting in a ring to expose the intended location, he intended a sliver of his Elemental heart to be the first offering.
"Once completed, you must choose from two options before walking to the other side, then turn. Face me, then cast my blood onto the ceiling high above you.
Should you walk in a half-circle left, she will be blessed by renewal of Spring.
Should you walk in a half-circle right, she will be blessed with fury of Summer.
Decide which she carries."

>>393972
>Pareidolia feels a strange sensation settle over the room as he grasps the dataspike. A sensation of 'things' coming into focus in evenly divided reliefs.
>Abiding by it, he watches as Nightfall disappears both from his screen and from his sight.

>He wordlessly acknowledges Astral's warning by disabling all electronics and other such items, Shiibo excluded.
(Participants... these Dynasty rituals really have an intense magnetism, tapping into the fabric of life. Then we do what we must.)

>Remaining a few steps away, he keeps a watchful eye on the ritual with tension in his shoulders.
>Astral beseeches the Elements while invoking ancient rites, all but confirming his Dynastic heritage if there was ever any doubt.
>Minutes pass, and sounds herald the assent of congregated Elements.
>As a large host begins to gather and murmurs on the edge of his hearing buffet his senses, Pareidolia looks to Astral's back as the Nature form tells him to perform a ritual offering.
>His eyes are drawn towards the ring as he takes a moment to consider the proposition.
(Blessing of a Season. Limited reference knowledge. With her role... the regrowth and new life of Spring would be appropriate.)

>Reaching over his shoulder, he draws his Gozkan blade into a two handed grip.
>Moving to stand behind Astral, he exhales before thrusting his blade into the center of the indicated ring.
>He would then leave it in place, cupping his hands below to catch enough blood to coat his gloves before then withdrawing it.
>Choosing the blessing of Spring, he walks on a circular line to the left before reaching the halfway point, turning around to face Astral, and raising the blade upwards with both hands to splatter the soloform's blood above.

>>393981
>Drawing the archaic, once broken, now honor-held blade, aspects of Air, Blood, Crystal, and Moon shimmer, displaying their peace.
>Embedding the weapon with no resistance deeply into and through Astral, Fire, Magma, Metal, and Lava ring together in approval as blue-streaked, hot yellow-orange amber spills forth to thickly coat both gloves.
>Speckles of previously reluctant Elements appear as the Panorama Blade is pulled free, basal tones of Stone and Earth thump with each of your steps, Plasma binding Ethereal to freely share in a gift of honest intention.
>Throwing consecrated Druidic blood high, Fog rolls low throughout the lab, Mist forming high, then Water drips from the ceiling, landing as tears willingly shed of Ice.
>Preparing their comfort, Crystal, Nature, Storm, and Ocean bring together their differences, traces of each swirl together before Astral.
>Creating the Lunar unicorn's image in a ring, the soloform's head bows deeply for twelve seconds, low, content voices reinforcing his words.
"All Elements are pleased. Bow to new kin of different blood, Shiibo. Now you must choose.
Should you walk in a half-circle left, she will be blessed by the relief of Fall.
Should you walk in a half-circle right, she will be blessed by the assurance of Winter.
Shape your own offering. Give what she desires. Grant what you must. Gift a sacrifice eternal."
>Visibly considering, variables of what was possible are shaped, what she could offer is formed, what she desired is given a single glance.
>Letting each dismissed idea drift aside, the avatar straightens.
>Stepping forwards in calm, smooth motions, 'Shiibo' exits the helmet left, landing on stone with loud, ringing clicks.
>Not manifested, you realize, she had been granted weight to perform this ritual.
>Clicking around in a perfect circle to behind Astral, she gazes about for some time in careful search.
>Bending over to pick up something to her left, then standing upright, a long, gleaming crystal shard is clasped both hands, face softening as awareness and implications of ritual behaviors are freely accepted.
>Shiibo kneels forwards, aligning the shard point down and pressing it against Astral's freely offered heartblood, head down while murmuring softly.
"I offer this tool. Use it to cleanse. Let it guide you. I gift love unhindered."

>Both hold their positions firmly while the Nature aspect gazes straight ahead, into, through, and beyond you.
>Twelve seconds pass until a series of webs appear across the lab, a wholly new Geomantic pattern sounding:
>Aery flutes, metallic bells, wooden horns, grass whistles, crystalline chimes, then voices raise.
>Streams of Elements take form, impressions gazing on in peace, unwilling to interrupt or intervene.
>Sigils, runes, shared aspects of approval scribe themselves upon the gifted essences, words without words felt, yet unheard.
Your offers are pure.
Your gifts are honorable.
We approve new life.
We shall meet her.

>Wordlessly sharing brief acceptance, Astral's tendrils curl back to hold Shiibo's wrists, blue-flecked eyes lifting while hers gaze upon you.
"Repeat my words precisely.
I invoke this Holy Pact and offer it in the whole to you whom will live.
I share the Elements of Tallus as they have been shared to me.
I grant this offer freely and willingly.
No dishonor is cast upon you.
No pain will you suffer.
No stains will accompany your life.
By the graces of Tallus, I ask for sincerity on behalf of one to live.
Show mercy that a true life may be brought forth.
You will become whole on this Night as I share the Path of Life.
No deity holds sway over my purpose.
I deny the fickle vagaries of Fate, Chance, and Luck to forge this offering.
I do not fear, for you shall learn to live.
I do not tremble, for my hands have shaped truth.
I do not offer this gift in anger, wrath, jealousy, or ill intention.
My purpose is clear.
Now, I affirm, swear, vow, grant, and declare all oaths forwards upon this Night.
You will become a fully living, free being, beholden only to your new self.
Claim new vows and oaths, freely and willingly forged.
All bonds I once held claim to, I now forfeit eternally.
I hereby set all claims free to drift in the Endless Oceans Above.
I grant all rights of life unhindered to you, beginning with this first gift: your true name.
Come and step forth, on Four Rings given."

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>>393940
>Amethyst hadn't gotten to have a lot of foods with Rime in it since crystallines she could eat were rare outside of her Dam's supply, and of that most of it was well preserved. Those most prone to spoilage had been long gone sometime in her early foalhood, and scarcely remembered since her occulobe hadn't kicked in until later.
"Ooh, I've never had a slushy before, what's that like?"
>No Plasma Cores... Oh well, it was worth an ask.
"Fire released via chemical combustion will suffice for her, then. It's just that I promised her something special earlier when I dumped water all over her coals as a prank."
>Amy smiled at the mental image of a bodysuit not quite fitting right, a little loose here, hanging a bit there, and the frustration that would surely follow from an outfit refusing to sit right.
"Then we should get lots and lots of crystal hay!~ Or a bodysuit custom tailored for you might be simpler... Eheh."
>Sometimes Amy hated how incompatible enchantments were with crystalline materials, something something magical energies didn't quite fit with the harmonics present in crystal matter, like oil and water. Especially annoying for the filly herself since it would be difficult to practice and advance her enchanting, and even once she had, she couldn't blend the disciplines into a single piece of artifice.
>Still, there were plenty of alternatives in crystal engineering that served roughly the same purposes.
"What kind of work goes into a float module? Being able to float around sounds fun!"
>The piece of information that caught her attention was the hololith, which immediately got her curious about it.
"An N-class hololith?"
>The filly racked her brains to come up with anything she knew about hololith classifications.

[1d6+4 = (2+4) = 6] < Junior Crystal Engineering
[1d6+4 = (4+4) = 8]

>The mention of a snack platter made Amy's mouth water ever so slightly, especially if they were crystal snacks. Some Kerbann slices too.
"Huh? Zero risk of what?"
>Examining the schematic, Amethyst recognised the design from her dam's hololiths. Her sire had really wanted to build one, but there was a lack of materials and, sadly, more important things to use them on.
>Looking at pictures of tanks had inspired her to doodle many of her own, which to this day were still pinned on a wall in her room.
"Oh! I know that one! My dam showed me pictures when I was little."
>Three Consortiums that may be willing to fabricate a bipedal ExoFrame were better than none, she thought, though considering how freely available information in the Crystal Empire was, she thought it was strange that Rubelime hadn't heard of the third. Black Volor Crystalworks, was it? They even had a big gantry free, yet if their work was reviewed as perfect, it seemed odd that they had anything free on demand. Amy imagined that they would be booked out. Very odd.
"You haven't heard of them, yet their work is said to be perfect? Shouldn't they be more well known in that case? Or maybe they're new. It all sounds very mysterious, we should go to them and poke around!"
>Thinking back on her recent scrap with the Daymare, among other mischief she'd gotten up to in her foalhood, Amy nodded knowingly, her pattern of getting into fights wasn't likely to change.
"Mm. A combat rated one would be best, I have a tendency to get into trouble."

>Perusing the packaged meals herself, Amy hadn't seen such a variety in crystal foods ever, of course she'd heard about it from her dam. Seeing it all for herself was quite another experience, and she couldn't contain her wonder.
>Amy may have overdone it, that was weeks she could spend in the field without having to worry about hunting, fishing or foraging.
"Oh my, that's quite a lot."
>Where oh where was she going to keep it all?

>Just as they got closer to the Spire, Amethyst began to feel the Gates contained within their domes, energies and tones calling out to her, or to anybody rather.
"Ah, I can sense them now, these are certainly Tartarus Gates, I can feel their tones clearly, even through the domes."
>As well, the closer they got, the more guards she saw, and the more wargear. Armour and weaponry both, she perused the guards as eagerly as she had perused the crystalline foods.
>She spoke an aside to Sturnn.
"Maybe the new weapon sets were made to counter some specific opponent in recent times."

>Amy turned her head up, and up, and up, as they came closer to the Spire. Her head craned up so much that her hood fell off.
>Looking back down, she spotted Celery chatting with a pegasus and waved animatedly.
"Celery! Hi! Hay! Hai! :D"
>Removing the satchel from her waist again, the filly made ready to complete the trade.
"I didn't want to keep anypony waiting too long for the shiny things.~"
>She looked over towards the crates and did a double take at the size of them.
"Oh wow, those are some big crates. I'm happy to offload now."
>She shook the satchel playfully, letting the shinies inside rattle against each other inside the extra space.
>Amethyst leaned forward to examine the trade notices, quickly making her way down the list.
"Oh, fun! I wouldn't have it any other way."
>There was a lot of good wargear on this, and the idea of acquiring some of it put a big silly, goofy grin on her face.
>An intake of breath.
"If possible, I'm interested in the Whitesteel ingots, each of the red, black, blue and greensteel ingots, the Siege Golem Fist >:3, the Bladesinger Signet, the Thaumis Rakefang, the Eternal Water Core... The Vulchon Sumarean Seal could be funny to mess with, I'll go with that too."
>Among other things, the Shrike blades caught her eye, which she furrowed her brow at momentarily, but managed not to shout angrily at it. The Relentless Escort Sigil! ...Was already purchased. Darn it.
>Amy caught notice of Rubelime's reaction and turned a mischievous side eye to her, twinkling with the desire for raw heckling, she grinned, and the grin grew wider.
>Hadn't she mentioned earlier that she hadn't found a stallion to herd with yet? She giggled ominously.

>>393989
"A slushy is when liquid almost freezes so that it's about half ice, half water. Or a little more. Fruit and berry juices taste great that way!"
>Selecting a number of profiles to compare on teh medium screen, the Lancer halts to present a heavily worried stare.
"....you did THAT to a Fire Elemarental? I'm surprised you didn't get baked or worse!"
>Letting the InterPony sort through to find the most accessible Crystal Engineer, Rubelime's face creases in a pained expression.
"I've BEEN trying. Any chance I get I'm eating cakes, cookies, donuts, cream pies, shakes, fruit rolls. Running all over the Empire for the past year with other mercs burns off all my weight. Problem is I'm right between the two most common Imperial bodysuit sizes and they're impossible to customize.
And don't worry, takeout's going to be great! Also avoid the red powdered hayfries, that stuff is SPICY."
>Bringing up a series of specifically Late Kingdom modules, you recognize the base designs as being used for a majority of integral ExoFrame systems.
"A LOT. Take a Gravity Core from the Stable to Perfect classifications, in a Micro to XL size, then about two hundred hours of work each for a Crystal Runesinger, Engineer, and Forger. Bigger Constortiums don't even bother sharing the schematics since nopony wants to mess with them."
>Recalling the N-class as an XL-sized Middle Kingdom design weighing 150 pounds, they were strictly held in specially designed Float core assisted sleds, ones so heavily armored they were considered to be a floating reliquary.
>Approximately 60% modular since they weren't intended to be replaced, each was packed with enough exoliths, resoliths, and storage rods to contain an entire civilization's worth of knowledge, also having upwards of ten InterPonies.
>Your dam marentioned she considered bringing one with her, but trading 200,000 gems for one of the few newer models would have been nearly impossible.

>Sharing That Look, the Crystal mare and unicorn snicker, first in a high pitch, second in a softly rolling marener.
"Economics!"
"Economics my dear."
>Eyeing the nearly one ton ExoFrame briefly, Rubelime snorts before closing the image.
"There's eight hundred some Shells roaming around in Ultra-Heavies, not just those. Most are originals from the Late Conclave era too."
>Swapping screens around to examine the Black Valor Crystalworks catalog, the Lancer's frown is polite.
"What I meant to say is I haven't heard of them. Mercs don't go for special or custom stuff, we need designs that're quick and easy to repair or service in field. They've done work for... nineteen thousand ponies. And one task at a time please!"
>Selecting a direct delivery order for the first device, a light ping resounds before closing the screen with a satisfied nod.
"Done, should arrive in ten minutes by courier."
>Leaning hard left to gaze out the visor, black flashes of anger tighten the young mare's face before shaking her head slightly.
"Used to think I could hear chimes around here... oh well."

>Leaning in to take a polite sniff, the older mare rocks back on her hooves, gazing above your head for a split-second before giving a sincerely warm.
"You are one of the cutest, sweetest fillies I have met! Of course, allow me to settle details."
>Head swinging around as the bodysuited pegasus stands upright, the two share a brief marental contact.
>Returning to gaze into the satchel, Celery's horn alights in subdued Moonlight, rows of coins and ingots lifted, then carefilly stacked between the crates.
>As the unicorn sets aside individual pieces for some time, the Crispy nods slowly at you, her voice low and icy, almost unwelcome.
"Got it."
>Examining diamondine ingots one at a time as the pegasus stiffly walks around and towards the matrice right of the Floatblade, the older mare shakes her head with a small smile, speaking towards you.
"Pay no mind to her sluggishness nor attitude. Crystal pegasi function best when their body is well below freezing. Even the best liquid coldstone intermixes are barely enough to make them feel comfortable."

>Gazing about the Spire's underside, Rubelime continues searching for ANYTHING distracting, bright speckles of neon lime and red flushing her coat while shifting in the 'Frame.
"It's not working..."
>Finished stacking orderly piles, Celery Souffle presents a number of ingots carried aloft on a large blue energetic pillow.
>Delicately sniffing, tasting one at a time, then inspecting with suspicious stare, ten of each composite ingot are placed back in the trade satchel.
>Repeating the process for the remaining composite pieces, silverine rounds are subjected to a an unusual test: each are lightly tapped against her deeply grooved horn.
>Delivering those into the satchel, the unicorn's head tips right, eyes closing at the same time and giving you a hearty smile.
"As promised: ten of each ingot, five pounds of each composite, and five pounds of silverine shall remain with you. And... whom DO we have with us?"
>Looking left, then right, the mature mare's tongue clicks gently as she smoothly turns to face Rubelime.
>Eyes softening in the same marener your dam performed quite often, ears splay apart, voice dipping into a slow, breathy timbre, gazing the young mare over with true Grandmaster appraiser eyes.
"My, my, my... I had such little idea. An Imperial mare you most certainly are. Such exquisite, wonderful eyes. Exceptional coat, your coloration is most pleasing. Mane and tail well brushed, easily flowing. They must surely be as soft as your ears.
Excellent figure, the perfect amount of curves with solidity where it matters most. Neck, flanks, legs, each perfectly aligned. Mmm, I dearly enjoy those soft, expressive lips. I cannot imagine how blessed one would be to receive a kiss from them. Ahh, were I but a decade younger to have such an amazing mare at my side..."

>>393989
>>394008
>Panic rising as her eyes dart around in the 'Frame, critical NOPE is achieved once Celery trails off, leaping off the Floatblade to run southwest with a sharp whistle, canteens floating out of storage boxes and trailing after her haphazardly.
"GOT SOME BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF BE BACK SOON!"
>Amethyst prosthetic lifting to cover her muzzle, the older mare giggles brightly, setting it down to shoot you a merry expression.
"Hm! Ahhhh, Imperials. Ever amusing in so marely ways... I can feel THIS trade was better than our last two."
>Pausing to tilt her head, Celery debates for a second, then speaks in quiet seriousness.
"Please, do not ask an Imperial what occurred, nor what they experienced, before the Shield was brought down. If they choose to share, listen to their words without questioning. Their lives are raw, open wounds which heal with great difficulty. It is a disgrace to know they shall suffer for a long time, more so that there is little which can be done for them."

>Halted from opening crates, the Crispy returns, dragging a Float sled behind her, attached by a flexible blue cable to a locking clamp on her rump.
>Turning around slowly, the cable is unhooked and lazily tossed over her saddle, blue lenses angled to you, then Celery.
"Here's your order. Need to go, too hot. That okay?"
"Of course. Take the rest of the night off, you have done more than enough."
"Will do."
>Nodding slightly and walking off, the sled's top is pushed open, each of the objects are floated up for inspection.
"Now then. The ingots are indeed in here, good. They are pure as can be and have been stored in stasis.

This particular Heavy Siege Golem's fist is an oddity. It features solely resonant properties, not magical or Elemental ones, thus it will not infuse. Best harmonized to a single crushing weapon of some type as it cannot be split for use.

The Bladedancer Signet must be worn on skin or infused to function. What it trades to act more defensively, it reduces the same in offense. It does not weaken, merely prevents from striking at full force.

Thaumis Rakefangs are best used with slashing weapons, though stabbing or piercing should work. Of course, it must be infused. The enchantmarent is activated as per usual, but do so with caution as the non-Elemental strike is fairly wide. It does not discriminate ally from enemy, which is peculiar.
I know next to nothing of Germane enchantmarents but have been told options such as these are common.

I do not know where this Core one was found, nor how it was made. It was enslaved and has been bound within for at least twenty millennia. And yes, it does predate Changelings. Whatever the case may be, treat the drake with respect.
The last fool whom attempted to order it about received quite serious burns. She does not leave her marension anymore. Serves her right....

The Vulchon Seal is at least eight thousand years old, though perhaps more. I do not know of any others, however, the few details regarding Sumarean history are known solely from dealings with Saddle Arabians. As contact was cut off two years prior, we are unable to perform a full assessmarent, thus I caution attempting to evoke and invoke it.
We do know there is, at minimum, one living entity contained within. Not bound. I have numerous blood mages, one Druid, and three Necromarecers in my entourage, they have been unable to determine what it is. Perhaps a Grandmaster Psion, Mystic, or Sorceror would be able to divine better than we."
>Sending each to the Floatblade's storage, a medium sized kanpri is presented for your plate, the mare's snout twitching in through.
"While I do have access to a number of trade notices, it is much too late to request their updated versions. Cairn Wharf, Whitewing Dealers, and Blackout Hall always close before 8AM. Batponies and their endless naps."
>Eyes rolling in that particularly amusing marener, she tips her head to the other side, then sniffs politely while regarding you with raised eyebrows.
"Unfortunately, I only have one servant and Mareguard contract available. If you have a certain preference, deliver a letter to me and I shall make a full search.

First is an Imperial Crystal filly, ten years of age. Incredibly sweet, good singer, excellent grades, and has decent knowledge regarding the Empire as a whole. She greatly enjoys household tasks, especially cooking, baking, crystalwork, cleaning, and does not mind any others. Similarly, she adores being around those of close age, particularly fillies. You may not find a more snuggly servant than her.
She is not to serve as a Mareguard as she desires to learn Runeshaping, but will accompaneigh in all other mareners, especially trade and informal visits. As for matters which you would not, or may prefer not, to deal with, she is well trained, yet a bat inexperienced in formal social gatherings. She will not participate in subterfuge unless she accepst such is necessary, however.
Her contract is twenty thousand gems for one year. She is estranged from her dam and sire due to a difficult living situation and does not speak of it.

The other is a Lunar unicorn filly, twelve years of age. She is my cousin and holds clan name, thus is well taught in diplomacy, efficient tasking, and could be an excellent support companion. Logical, rational, and precise. No weaknesses save for common northern Lunar unicorn physiology and semi-frigid demarenor. She dislikes warm temperatures more than I do.
She seeks to become a true Elemental Mage of Frost, or perhaps Ice; high proficiency in both. She also has some alignmarent towards Fog, Mist, Ice, and a bit of Crystal as well. She possesses nine Grand spells, three of which she has not mastered yet. That is five more than most clan unicorns can boast of.
Her contract is forty thousand gems for one year. While there are few Elemental Mages left across Equestria, her grimoires are copies of the original Lunar Guardian ones, fully updated of course."

>>393983
>His brow furrows as Astral addresses Shiibo.
(How is she to choose? Will an electronic medium convey it adequately to these Elements? Am I supposed to move in her place? Speaking out of turn will disrupt the ritual so-)
>In his moment of confusion, he twitches with a start as Shiibo walks out of his helmet into the air.
>His mouth opens in awe at a loss for words while his mind races.
(How. This is... this ritual is capable of this? How? This process-)
>Eyes fixed on her, he stares as he hears the sounds of audible weight and presence from her steps. Electronic pixels of stilt point legs tap against stone with undeniable mass.
>Taking a breath to center himself, he watches as she moves behind Astral to undertake her part in the ritual.
(Incredible powers. Unexpected but... necessary.)
>He remains silent as Shiibo provides her gift, considering it a moment purely between two beings closer to each other than he to either of them.

>As the ritual continues, elemental presence and sound continues to build.
>Remaining stoic, blade still in his hands, he repeats Astral's words.

>>394054
>Arrangingas full attention is placed upon you, an essence of Nature takes shape immediately to your left, presenting its joy to this Pact.
We accept! None of Nature dares to deny this opportunity!!
>Cold, brutal hoof steps declare a herald of Moon in attendance, halting at your left, spreading simultaneous joy to be shared, blended with loathing at the unnatural.
>A rigid gaze is cast into you, then Shiibo, the herald nodding firmly before presenting as Guardian.
I represent Two-Are-One in this time. She accepts them in full. None shall intervene.
>Rippling behind in evermoving traces, a storm of Lightning stills for milliseconds at a time, snorting in warning to any that would defy this Pact.
The only one allowed to interfere here would be me, and I shall not do so!
>Flanked by the three Elements, their words assist each of your own, firm voices declaring the hard, honest and full truths, the forfeit alone granting assurance to the reluctant few attending.
>Releasing the One To Be from claimancy, no doubt is found.
>They agree: the bond between you remains as it was, as it is, and as it will be, tantalizingly close, yet not Complete.

>A shard of Crystal aligns to Shiibo's left, echoing sharply as it surveys the Ally, Friend, and Enemy first, proceeding to gaze upon her in judgemarent.
>Flickers of black, raw hatred borne from unknowable suffering are shared, then thrown aside, light, neutral, and dark hues overcoming the difficulty.
Nature and I will shape it to cleanse and guide that she may love. Let none cast sharp disgrace against her lest they be found lacking.
>Deep, mountain shaking thuds occur, four solemn hoof beats shake the Elements as an avatar of Metal lands on Shiibo's right.
>Minotaur bull's head ponderously swinging down to squint briefly at her, the avatar spreads its essence wide in hearty, Graven-Carved arms.
Their purity is far higher than 'merely acceptable'. I take these four as my own to teach. They will be forged into mighty works of body and soul.
>Shoved forwards from its uncomfortable state by silent Fire, Lava, and Magma, a flicker of Plasma roils in consideration.
>Taking position behind Shiibo, the brilliant alicorn's bends forwards, speaking to her in harsh, shapeless words before standing straight.
Shiibo. I will speak to you, and you alone, once this is completed. There is much to share that you will never know otherwise.
>Becoming a raging black host in acceptance, an echo of the proper, true Tyrant's head inclines in respect, red pinpricks sweeping across the Elements subtly considering the unusual action.
Do not attempt to state this is the improper time, nor place, it is neigh interruption. I have seen their efforts. I judge them as beyond worthy. I declare them to be faultless.. unless you would prefer I state "for now", hmm? They should remain untainted AND uncorrupted for the rest of their lives.
The Black Sun WILL aid these Four that they be unhindered.

>Studying the Twenty Eight shortly, Astral Legacy releases Shiibo's wrists, lifting both amber tendrils straight up, wings outstretched, both eyes glinting in mystery.
“I INVOKE the Veils Within, Between, Beyond, Forgotten.
The Essences of Four Seasons are known to us.
Which of you dares to aid her claim?
Which of you dares hold claim against her?”
>Four, eight, twelve seconds pass.
>Elements sharing an ageless examination of circumstance, no claims for or against are found between them, directing for the invocations to continue.
“I INVOKE the Twenty Eight Eternal Decrees Unspoken.
I have traveled beyond mortality to know your scents.
Show me which of the Elements grants mercy to aid Nightfall Kiss.
Bring your proof that we may know it.”
>Impressions and imprints are shown in their whole, the Elemental accepting each temporarily on behalf of the One To Be.
[1d1000 = 286] <Crystal
[1d1000 = 898] <Lightning
[1d1000 = 710] <Metal
[1d1000 = 936] <Moon
[1d1000 = 316] <Nature
[1d1000 = 930] <Black Sun

>Inhaling deeply as the Elements turn to bow to their preferred direction, blue streaks in amber eyes burn as he shouts, bearing each weight upwards with his soul.
“I INVOKE the Pact of Life Shared Freely, freely granted this Night under Moon and Stars!
I hold nothing which I have not earned and bear the weights I have chosen rightfully!
I claim the right to know if my words and actions are wrong, Tallus!
Grant one favored gift to share with her, our cherished and beloved!”

>Four points align, eight, twelve, sixteen, twenty, twenty-four, increasing to twenty-eight, the unicorn's form becoming a conscious, waking soul within the square column.
>Midnight blue eyes open as lips part into a small smile, parting to speak in soft, lightly measured tones.
"To the name I have not yet claimed as my own, I accept this Holy Pact.
I welcome the Elements as they have been shared to me.
I accept these offerings.
No stains will accompaneigh your steps.
No dishonor is cast against .
By the grace of Tallus, I will know her sincerity.
She will show mercy I not felt before.
I will become whole on this Night, a first step on the Path to my Life.
No deity shall hold sway over what I become.
I deny the fickle vagaries of Fate, Chance, and Luck to accept this offering.
I do not fear, for I will learn to dream.
I do not tremble, for my hooves will keep me firm with the clarity given.
I do not accept this gift in anger, wrath, jealousy, or ill intention.
Your purpose is known.
Now, I will become a fully living, free being, beholden only to my new self, my vows, and my oaths, which have been freely and willingly taken.
I am hereby affirmed, sworn, vowed, oathed, and declare that only I the claim of my life.
All bonds I was claimed by, before and after, are now set eternally adrift in the Endless Oceans Above.
I declare myself free.
I claim Four Rings.
I now take and bear all rights of life unhindered, beginning with my true name: Nightfall Kiss."
[1d6 = 4] <Tallus

>>394060
>The attention and name of the Aether appears in Pareidolia's mind despite him not knowing its name until this moment.
>Nature and a Moon's herald materialize to occupy the same space on his left.
>The herald's announcement triggers a muted realization in the back of his mind that naturally, the soul-bound Rift symbiote would also be a participant.
>Lightning also makes itself known with apparently haughty words.
>An agreement is reached, centered on a bond between him and the One To Be. Unsure if there was judgment in the conclusion or merely an observation, he bears it in silence.

>Wincing as the impact of the Metal avatar reverberates across the floor, he looks upon it with uncertainty as it proclaims the role of a teacher.
>A plasma alicorn then looks to provide counsel to Shiibo alone, prompting a fleeting flash of indignation and concern. That she would be made privy to knowledge which could not be shared with him, presumably mission critical information. Why? What could he not be prepared for?
>The whorl of the gathered Elements braces him as he immediately considers that he likely isn't ready yet. Still too weak and too unestablished. He hasn't even begun his mission yet.
>Yet any doubts and concerns were immediately upended by a state of alarm. His eyes widen and his grip on his blade tightens as the Tyrant herself "graces" the ritual.
(She-!)
>But he finds himself cut off as she pledges her support and aid in the Ritual for himself, Two-Are-One, Shiibo, and Nightfall.
>Unable to determine why she would pass such judgment and in subtle wariness, he continues to regard the swirling black cloud as Astral progresses in his supplications and recitations.
>Only the formation and first words of Nightfall's soul draw his gaze away to bear witness.
>He hopes she can fulfill her desires with true agency.

>>394008
>>394009
>She could go for a slushy.
"That sounds so good, I could get Kerbann fruit juice and make it out of that."
>Amethyst giggled wildly at Rubelime's worry.
"Lila can be very stubborn at dusk, threatening her coal supply and the resulting scuffle is the best way to get her attention! She did threaten to bake my fingers, though, so I need to make it up to her. That's how it's been for years!~"
>Rubelime firing off a list of snacks reminded Amy very much of her own dietary habits.
"Wow. That's a lot of snacks. I have a similar problem because I have this thingie in my head I got from my dad called a Biscopea that makes me a really hungry hippo!~ So I get how you feel."
>She made a face at the idea of eating spicy food again and shook her head side to side. Do not want!
"Yup, I'm more than happy to leave the spicy stuff to the pegasi."
>The fact it needed a high quality Gravity Core and nearly a thousand hours of work to make one was very offputting. Definitely something she would have to buy rather than make.
"Ooh, so if I want to go making them myself, I've got a lot to learn before I even try."

>It certainly made sense, and now it made her wonder if she should really be getting an ExoFrame specially made since Amy herself was looking for a mercenary company. Then she remembered she was an ipotane and didn't really have a choice. She giggled.
"Nineteen thousand is still not so many compared to how many I imagine others have serviced, it can still be fun to snoot around. Later. Only if you'd like to..."
>Amy really, really wanted to snoot Rubelime for everything the mare had been doing for her.
"Hah, I keep thanking you. I really must find a way to pay you back for all of this.~"
>Noticing the flash of anger, Amy was careful not to react or comment on it in any way. She could guess what the issue was in general, but not why it was directed at the gateways specifically.

[1d6+5 = (6+5) = 11] < Senior Crystal Empire (pre-Jewely 29,996)
[1d6+5 = (4+5) = 9]
[1d6+5 = (2+5) = 7]
[1d6+5 = (1+5) = 6]

"Hmm... They're there, but I can take a look later. They've been waiting a long time already, they'll keep."

>Amy tossed her hair with a hand, turned her head and held her arms behind her back, giving Celery her most dazzling smile. Playful mischief.
"Do you really think so? Thank you very much for the compliment! You are quite charming yourself!~"
>She felt a pang of sympathy for the Crispy, it was certainly a good thing she hadn't kept them waiting.
"I understand. I thought I'd melt into a puddle in Saddle Arabia, there was so much Fire around from it still being light out!"

>Amy leered at Rubelime's embarrassment and leaned towards her slightly.
"You are being quite adorable yourself right now, you should use that on stallions."
>She smiled gratefully as the portions of material were returned to the satchel, closing it and returning it to her hip.
"Thank you very much, Celery.~"
>Oh no. She knew that expression, she'd seen her dam use a similar one on her sire to get her way. Rubelime had no chance.
>It didn't take the Lancer very long for her embarrassment to reach critical levels, causing her to gallop away.
>Amethyst's giggling turned to gleeful laughter.
"Ahh, you got her good."
>She got the distinct impression that such was the nature of their trades in which Celery would do her utmost to rustle Rubelime.
"I take it you've bothered her the same way before?"
>Bowing her head in assent, Amy had some idea of what Celery meant. Perhaps the flash of anger she had noted earlier had something to do with it. Why anger towards the gateways though?
"I understand."

>Amethyst waved gratefully towards the Crispy as she departed. Oh she knew well the discomfort of not being cold enough. She turned back to Celery.
>Amy made an incredibly happy face, verging on a squee, as the Siege Golem's fist was floated up for examination.
>That was definitely going into a power fist or other gauntlet. It was just a shame she couldn't replicate it for a second gauntlet, though perhaps she might come across something else for that.
>The others she'd find uses for, but the Water Core...
>Enslaving elemental beings bothered her deeply, especially given recent events with the Daymare. She hadn't known any type of energy to exist that long without passing on in the eternal cycle.
>The Sumarean Seal was another matter entirely.
"I'm no grandmaster sorcerer, but I may know somepony who is who could look into it."
>Amethyst nodded sagely once more and responded quite seriously.
"The naps are sacred, and I learned my lesson from the last time I interrupted one."
>Both of the contracts interested her, primarily as up-to-date sources of information on the world she was to live in. The prospective frost mage was incredible, just one year younger than herself and already well on her way to mastering magics she couldn't even grasp yet. However...
"Hm, I'm strongly considering both, but I don't presently have anywhere for them to stay. All I have is..."
>She waved a hand over at the sleds and boxes on the Float.
"All I have here. I should look into property first before making myself responsible for others."

>>394064
>Elements splaying to show each of the six gifts to Nightfall Kiss, the One To Be smiles in acknowledgemarent before they are set in front of the Nature soloform.
>Swirls of intention mixing with thought, a hybrid of Crystal and Nature steps forth to take the shard from Shiibo, gleaming with blue-amber Druidic heartblood.
>Raising it above her head in fascination, the imprint is moulded into a pleasing shape before placing it among the others, stepping back to observe as she was not whole.
>The host swings her head towards herald, each then ripping a jagged chunk of essence free from their side before tossing at the pillar's north and south, soul's front hooves grasping, then cradling the swirling mass.
>Speaking as Four-That-Are-One, Moon and Black Sun gaze across Elements still deliberating.
One more gift is required to Complete her. Whom else freely offers of themselves this Night?
>Wrenching tip off his right horn, the avatar of Metal flings it towards the storm, catching between crackling feathers and holding it upright, both intoning together.
Our gifts are Eight. None have claimed against, none have claimed for. Life is hereby SHARED.
>Bowing in their own manners, the Elements speak in full unity, crackles of Void gazing deep within each shadow, searching for trespassers.
Tallus and we agree.
New life offered freely.
New life accepted willingly.
New life granted: unhindered.
>Reaching out to place Four Rings upon each hoof, the mare's soul firmly affixed to Tallus, and by extension themselves.
Nightfall Kiss, sleep now.
When you Dream shortly, it will be peaceful.
We shall remain in one form or another shape until you are Complete.
When your eyes open for the first time, we will greet you.
From that point onwards, you will then Be.
>The first trace of conscious thought flickers in Nightfall's awareness, focusing on you.
>Holding her gaze for long seconds, midnight blue eyes begin to close as she claims her first prize.
>Forelegs raised, Astral remains still for twelve seconds, then brings both hooves together in a loud, final chime.
>All color within the lab fades, save for one mote of each Element humming within the now empty square pillar, and the Tyrant behind Shiibo.
>Letting his legs sink down with a heavy exhale, the pegasus motions towards the clear pillar, dots of Elements drifting through it in lazy patterns.
"They will stay and ensure safety until she wakes, it'll be sometime after Dusk. Either Flash's retinue or I will send a message before then..... as for you."

>Unmoving for six seconds, the vines comprising Astral's body tighten, wings settle in low-ready positions, amber tendrils raised and curling forwards as spears in line with his head.
>Right forehoof tapping the green disc, gold lines brighten across it, spinning about slowly to face the Tyrant with a grim, hostile word.
"Why are you here?"
>Returning the tone with an equal expression, Black Sun's outline becomes solid in realspace, red pupils surrounded by black, the swirling mass opening to become a full alicorn, her voice casting oblique shades.
"An honorable, deserved title has been cast aside. For what cause?"
"What do you care?"
>Head lowering an inch, the Tyrant's expression clouds, lips drawing back into a half-scowl.
"I knew Astral Legacy. Was he, IS he, any different from you?"
>Streaks of blue burn hotly in the silent Elemental's eyes, the alicorn's face twisting in deep pain, left forehoof raised and stamping to shout.
"I CARE for those whom I sought to protect and FAILED! I care such mistakes do not REPEAT! You are among those whom caused me the greatest PAIN in pushing away that you would not be consumed by Horizon! Each wound stings when I wake! I KNOW their names, faces, voices, scents! I taste the last remnants of love and scream when they fade! Their eyes beg me to make their sacrifices worthwhile, but I have no idea where to begin, save for being here and hoping that you would listen to me! That is why!"
>Utterly forgetting you and Shiibo, the amber mane bristles, thin, sharp quills raising, Astral's voice equalling the Tyrant's in hostile accusation.
"What cause did you have to THROW us aside?! Over five thousand nobles and royals banished from New Canterlot for speaking against you! We chose to lose our home! The Changelings and their Queen were innocent of each crime leveled against them! Where was your care then!? When did you protect THEM!? Any voice that spoke was disgraced and silenced! Out of one hundred thousand, barely four thousand of them were allowed to survive! Have you SEEN what became of them, starving and bereft of home!?"
>Firmly meeting Astral's gaze, eyes shut tightly for several seconds, opening to emit ripples of burning finality..
"That was NEVER me! I fought against the New Sun in her long decades of madness! I failed to breach her tainted emotions, the opposite of what I endured! When I sent the Solars and Lunars out of New Canterlot, that was a gamble to ensure none of the best would be lost! When the Old Hive was struck, I begged an innocent mare to willingly invoke a Void Disruption close by, vainly hoping the Sun would realize how deeply she had succumbed to Horizon's poison! She succeeded and was ignored! Chrysalis made her KNEEL as I stripped that poison, claiming she would bring the same ruin while I tried to hold for as long as I could! The Queen never abandoned her children, nor did I!
I intended to sacrifice my self, NOT others!"

>>394064
>>394130
>Swiveling on two hooves and stepping past Shiibo in strict, heavy motions, Black Sun's head bows, raising into an aggrieved pitch.
"Had I the sense to take every honest noble and royal away from Equestria I would have taken it! Had I a chance to hold OUR Queen's hoof once more I would have done so until we were no more! Had I a CHOICE which did not lead to this monstrous, unholy and vile abomination of a future, it would have been chosen!
I will forever BE proud to have named you as one of my little ponies! I see and feel what you have built, the burdens you refused to share, the twisting pain suffered from each step taken! How can I not feel pride, love, concern, guilt, and shame, raw as the second each was felt the first time onward!?
Do you understand what I have DONE!? Until the Day or Night comes that the least of my actions can be forgiven I have no choice but to show these wounds openly for all to see and mock as they may!"
>Setting the disc down and dispersing it with a short wing flick, Astral's face softens.
>Blinking slowly, his head tilts.
"It is you, isn't it..."
>Pushing forward to stand, tendrils crossing over his saddle downwards, he slowly steps forwards, the Tyrant's larger form turning about.
>Regarding him in sorrow, both amber wings reach forwards, left heavy joint placed under Black Sun's chin, pushing her head up for the right to hold her cheek.
"Sincere. Purified. Cleansed. Focused. Honorable. Logical.... not an iota of anger, disgust, hate, or loathing. It is you. You were there when the underprincesses brought both Courts together after Dusk, lying down in the perfect spot, watching from gold fountain's shade. After each title was presented, you made sure each of us could look directly into your eyes when they stepped down from the podium. Not these ones. They weren't this hurt.
You smiled the second each of us reached that last step. I remember it. Wasn't sure how to respond, couldn't then... and now I do."
>Staring into hard, ancient and burdened eyes, the Nature aspect's tone is light, right wingjoint stroking from cheek to ear in slow motions.
"Until the Night comes that the first honest trace of hope is felt, share with those that would carry, no matter how small that burden may be. I cast no doubt against here, nor forwards. The only claim I will hold is that which you silently bore for us.
You aren't whole yet... but you will be, that I promise. My oath has changed. I won't restore what we lost on behalf of our own ignorance, not knowing what had been saved outside of our own lives, but I can be one of marely to restore you. That starts with this-"
>Slowly standing on the tips of each hoof and leaning forwards as her eyes widen in surprise, Astral Legacy places a gentle kiss on the black alicorn's lips, setting down to nod slightly.
"This is my first offering to begin alleviating your grief: I love you. That, I believe, is the gift Tallus has brought to us all. I will not claim it. Others will come to learn, and to share. There are far more whom need to know you still live.
We may not regain the peace we once had, but I will ensure better occurs within my lifetime."
>Pressing both wings to the black alicorn's face, the soloform's head hangs briefly.
"Pareidolia. Shiibo. My Tyrant came here to freely grant, willingly offer, and peacefully gift. Instead you have been graced by a far greater, more honorable presence. Bear her words without suspicion or distrust. Do not disappoint her. Most importantly, do not disappoint me.
Share with them, Black Sun. Let them know] whom you are."

>Standing from her position as Astral slides northwards, Shiibo turns to regard you with a slight head shake, then faces the solemn black alicorn.
>Remaining quiet until the soloform opens the guest room door, steps inside, then closes it, Black Sun's head slowly turns towards you, red-black eyes unfocused and words soft.
"I shall never be the openly kind, endlessly polite, quaintly agreeable, nor long in thought Sun.
I exist. I know. I am. Thus I act without second thoughts. Just as Moon and Tallus carry terrifying burdens, unspoken and unknown to those whom cannot bear such, so too must there be an opposite to balance the Sun.
During the quietest times, countless steps were taken far from sight, away from the Sun's gaze and Horizon's reach. Or so I hoped. I laid far more plans than could be shared, before the ruins of Old Canterlot Palatial-Fortress and New Canterlot Palace became twinned. I cannot recall even half of them, not with this much of my own being missing. Since then I have lain within the eternities of lives lost between Old and New Canterlot.
There was no hope remaining once both were destroyed. Discord spent months alleviating the burdens of those friends, lovers, and herds he could find. He almost gave up. I did not.
Will you hear my words, or shall you throw them as ash, to be scattered and land where each flake may?"

>Pausing to listen, Blackreef Cloud's snout protests, firmly pressed against the medium seqoyya she'd dove behind.
>Spotting Apricot Jamboree to her right stuck in a deep mud pit, the angry flailing was not amusing.
>Marentally suggesting to roll over and stand on her OTHER side, ears pivot in surprise as Turquoise Shatter-Pike snorts loudly from behind.
>Two snapping lines of red vaporize a chunk from her tree below head level, another high into bark behind, Reef frowning.
("Apri?")
("Ten seconds.")
>Rolling over on her saddle while keeping legs tucked low, the formerly shiny apricot unicorn pushes herself up to stand in the pit while forming a large, dull red brush to scrape mud off.
>Waiting for a another pair of crackles, her lips tighten as another crackle, no, a movement this time.
>Small frost-covered twig being crushed; fifty to sixty yards, then silence.
(“Great breathing control, can’t hear.”)
(“Hah!”)
(“Pffffff!”)
(“Not NOW you two!”)
>Unwilling to lean out again for another peek, Reef glances down for something to throw.
>Hearing the sound of something hard being grabbed, a hoofball sized chunk of stune is hurled around Turq’s tree.
>Noting trajectory and speed as it passes, stone crashes hard forty-five to fifty yards ahead, ears perking at a sharp intake, shouting left at a steep angle.
"ONE last chance to surrender or I crush EVERY single bone in your body!"
"I will not surrender vile xenos scum! May you b-"
>Drowning that out with unicorn help, both of them share a brief thought.
(“Another from the Inquisitor’s era?")
("Might have to kill him like the last one.")
("Mmm. Treachery from an inferior or underling shall never be tolerated.")
>Blank faced until the man's tirade ends, Blackreef angles about to spot reasonable cover, squinting at a dark brown pile 90 yards south across train tracks.
("Apri, rotten log? Bunch up, pull at me when I think FISH. Turq, lure him out?")
(“Yep.”)
("I am prepared.")
("If he doesn’t respond gonna wing left and out low, Turq, rush in straight to knock out. If he hits us, kill him.")
>Watching a large pile of fungus decayed wood lifting silently, Turquoise thunders in that oh so loud voice.
"THE INQUISITOR MIGHT EXECUTE YOU FOR THIS BETRAYAL!"
>Exhale, tight grip, creaking; heavy plastic.
"No Inquisitor would work with treacherous xenos!"
"NEVER TOLD US WHICH ORDO SHE WORKS FOR, MORON! WEARS A WITCH-HUNTER SET!"
("That correct?")
("Think so.")
“What proof do you have?!”
>Lips drawn back into a thin line, Reef slides forwards, preparing to leap left if another shot is made.
"WE'RE MERCENARIES, BEEN WORKING FOR HER HALF A YEAR NOW! GOLDEN THRONES ARE DAMNED GOOD PAY! LOANS ROSETTAS FOR NASTY JOBS!"
>Distracted by images of the strange gold coins used for rituals, the black pegasus winces as Turq once more.
"SHE'S GOT A TECH-PRIESTESS FROM MARS AND A-"
("Title?")
("Tempestus Scion.")
"TEMPESTUS SCION, 512TH SPECTRE REGIMENT IN HER RETINUE !"
>One, two, three.. five…
“I demand proof of this arrangement!”
>Grinning as it became her time to play the bad mare part, Reef shouts to the right of her tree.
“Follow tracks straight ahead, once you get to the train check channel 52.2! We WILL be following at a distance! Open up again and you’re dead! Start walking!”
>Sound, hard cloth tightening, not a belt.
>Subtle sliding step across leaves, solid boot thumping downwards, three second pause, another.
>Testing of course, would do the same in his position.
>Three seconds, loud step on ground, human walking.
>Angling to stay in cover behind the tree, Reef shares a marental sigh of relief as the steps continue.
>Trio stalking after the strangely garbed man, barely in sight as he reaches the Fortress clearing, the pegasus chooses a thicker tree to shelter behind this time, swiveling both ears forwards to listen in.
*“Who is on this channel? Identify yourself! …………...I did no- ….ident and authorization codes confirmed.….. what are those three xenos? I thought one was an Eldar witch! ……. no, tall, SHARP horn, one with wings, last like a small Ogryn on four legs! ……… explanations later, where is the Inquisitor? …….. she’s injured? Then bring me to her immediately! ………why would xenos HELP?! They cannot be trust- ………...then send the Enginseer out to this red painted train….. no, I will wait until she arrives.”*
>Boot heel grinding hard, one-eighty, professional or well drilled; likely both she decides.
“This had best not be a trick, xenos!”
“YOU PISS HER OFF, LAST YOU’LL HEAR IS HER ORDERING ME TO CRUSH YOUR SKULL! THAT’S WHAT I DID TO THE LAST IDIOT THAT BETRAYED HER!”
>Wincing at Turq so close, then twitching as a pack scrapes against steel, Apricot signals for the marem to slowly back away.

>Reaching a safe distance inside the treeline to call a halt, Apricot sighs in relief first, scraping her snout with a salvaged leaf.
“What do you think?”
“Don’t care m-”
>Ears flat and shaking her head, faint scents of scorched flesh draws Reef’s attention around to the earth mare’s front left leg, then right barrel.
“Turq, you grazed?”
“Meh, twice. Nothing bleeding.”
“Those will make fine scars once healed.”
“Damn right! Back to it?”
“Why not?”
>Marem traveling in silence until reaching where the human had first shot at them, Reef checks around if he’d dropped anything.
>Giving a wing flick to signal negative, she glances over Apri and Turq with furrowed eyebrows.
“So, herbs?”
“Na. Bunch of edible mushrooms southeast of here about three miles, still good from frost.”
“There are New Everfree native berries further south between tree lines. With enough seeds we could plant forest gardens around the mountain.”
“Mercy would love more variety on her rounds.”
>Easily recalling the dozens of maps Torven had made, Apri smiles at his extreme precision and attention to detail, displaying them marentally for the other two in her marem.
“I know precisely where those are. Shall we?"
"Sure. Switch, mushrooms, look for berries, check mountain last?”
“Yep! We oughta see what winter plants are starting too, some might be good tasting!"

[1d6 = 3] <ANGER

>>394130
>Eyes remaining narrowed in deep suspicion, he alternates his attention between the ritual pillar containing Nightfall's formative essence and the black roiling mass of the Tyrant.
>Doing his utmost to glean any indication of her intent, he observes her for any body language cues and tonal indicators.
[Observing for E. Psychological Assessment]

>As Astral signals the culmination of the ritual, the surroundings are cast into a near sepia tone.
>With the chiming noise as a shift in atmosphere, he takes the moment to sheathe his blade and grasp the stored form of Four Storms Flow Together.
>He holds in his right glove, angling it sideways and downwards for a wide stance should it need to be drawn.
>Astral's conclusion prompts a nod from the operator taking a few booted steps forward, who otherwise was entirely focused on the Tyrant's semi-corporeal form.

>Watching as the two argue, it quickly escalates to old wounds and a context he had only ever read of in reports.
(Context becoming increasingly unclear. Tyrant claims to be separate from Horizon. Unsure how to evaluate.)
>Working to not become swept up in the emotional storm, he exhales and waits for the situation to develop.

>>394131
>The Tyrant's tirade takes on a more heavy tone laden with equal parts bereavement, grief, and desperation.
(Would she ever act this way... ? Behavior not aligning with my recall.)
>He delivers a pointed glance towards Astral as the soloform approaches her.
>Seeing something within the black alicorn, Astral's hostility dissipates. His evaluation of her delineating some form of past history and a verified identity Pareidolia was not certain he grasped.
>The operator's brow furrows in deep confusion as Astral kisses the Tyrant, his Tyrant apparently.
(... More variables at play than I can assess. Possibility of hostility, minimal?)
>With visible difficulty, he partially relaxes his ready stance and lowers his right arm as Astral beseeches him and Shiibo to listen.
>Looking towards Astral as he departs, Pareidolia circles to stand near Shiibo before facing the Tyrant.
>He waits for her to finish speaking, silently pondering the situational paradigm shift.
"Context. Provide it. I lack sufficient information to evaluate you."

>>394128
>Recalling the primary reason for Tartarus to exist, the original Shades were guided by Aether speaking directly through Kerbann, capturing Betrayers and allowing Betrayed to live out their grief in safety and comfort; later rulers would greatly aid in maintaining balance on Tallus.
>Remembering lessons on the archaic Conclaves, starting in the 11,000's they amde deep trade agreemarents with Tartarus, as the Shades were fewer in number and Half-Shades would form in the early 15,000's, the old estimate of 10,000 Gates was considered improbable.
>Partial to fully insubstantial pseudo-matter and energetics were traded for solid matter and odd resonance-rich pieces to the Conclaves on a 1:10 basis, the 0th Ring being used as a basic trade hub between realspace.
>With Cadence's aid, still a pegasus then, the emergence of much earlier armor than most of Tallus solidified the Conclaves, taking over all of the Rime-touched northern lands, assuring the Shades she would guide them harmoniously.
>Assistance from Tartarus towards Conclave experimarents would result in the first barely functional ExoFrames during the early 16,000's, specifically to keep Crystal ponies safe from Elemental Plane of Ice and Water threats.
>Considerably later in the middle 26,200's, the three topmost Rings of Tartarus had been quietly raided by a supposed section of pre-Early Dynasty loyalists, King Iv'kanor summoning then-Princess Silver to a large trade Gate in what would become the Old Everfree Forest's southeastern corner, north of the Crag Moors.
>Firmly aware of the Otherworld Alicorn's diplomatic prowess and angrily speaking for a time, both were surprised to learn they knew nothing of the large group, nor where the materials had been taken.
>Half-Shades searched for the following trespassers until a set of Gates in Northern Equestria were assaulted in the 26,800's, another large raid slowing progress as the previous Lord opted to assume a more defensive role.
>With Tartarus, the Conclaves, Crystal Kingdom, and Changeling Hive in deep association, little troubled them until the Early Dynasty's projects lead to both the first artificial Elemental Cores and gem composites.
>The Lord angrily cut off all access to Tartarus then, resulting in numerous Dynasty raids against Crystal pony and Changeling stockpiles, the majority of which Silver was firmly against, though as their own stocks began to shrink, she may have authorized a select number.
>Regarding the non-myths and legends Crystal ponies had regarding Tartarus, before the Shield was sabotaged, they factually knew it existed, prior generations, Elementals, and Shells had visited down to the 8th Ring numerous times for trade.
>Fully cut off from Tartarus, without being able to imprison Betrayers for their crimes, and with the Betrayed having nowhere else to live, the Crystal Empire suffered as a whole.
>Your dam had explained the vast majority of Changelings, Conclavists, and Kingdom adherents were able to deal with the complexities of becoming Betrayed as they peacefilly existed together from shortly after the last Gate was closed.
>At least until the twice-banished unicorn King and Horizon's agents separately caused dissent against the Queen Chrysalis.
>In comparison, all Imperials, whether foaled within the Shield or after it was destroyed, carry strange Cutie Marks, hold unhealing, deep wounds on their ka, and rarely show their eyes since doing so was considered a sign of weakness.
>Your dam once accused Avernus that Tartarus had Betrayed all Imperial Crystal ponies as a whole, and it was a considerable shock when the Baroness had angrily agreed, stating the Shades had few routes to reach most of Tallus and search as they should.

"You are most welcome!"
>Watching the retreating younger mare in warm pride, the older mature's ears flick before smiling back at the crates, the medium steel lid pulled off by a large red cloud.
"Twice now, though this is certainly the best one. Crystal marecenaries are Priority Zero by default, thus we offer everything at cost. It is quite rare they trade or purchase since the majority of what we offer are either non-crystalline, specialized, or enchantmarents which do not work with ExoFrames.
We rarely offer to the Conclaves or Wardens as they prefer strictly resonant works, although a number of younger Lorekeepers have been perusing listings in recent weeks. You will see them at Lunar stands and stalls quite often. Look for pale white and light blue robes."
>Setting the medium lid down, then lifting her head as the large one pops, Celery pauses to search the scene past you.
"Thank you, Amy. We all despise seeing Imperials when they are down, but they are painfilly resistant in accepting aid of any form, shape, type, or sort. You have seen her eyes, that alone is incredibly rare. Few show them, for any reason, even among their own."
>Floating a long line of gems into the trade satchel, ten at a time for quick visual inspection, they were primarily darker, highly reflective variants.
"I know of four Sorcerors. Four are Elemarentals; a Crystalline, a Frost, a Crystal-Ice, and an amusing Crystal-Water hybrid. Each are Masters yet care little for improving. There was one... hm. Hard to recall the name. I remember it was quite strange. I believe that one to be deceased two decades now."
>Next delivering a stream of Bits into the opposite side, some were quite old, having either a thin diamond coating or large numerical face stamp.
"I would never wake a batpony. It is far better for them to realize they have been given something. In the Moors, collections of sticks and stones allow for a most unusual black market. With a full basket, one may trade for highly special favors, though I do not know enough details to ascertain more."

>>394128
>>394157
>Gauging the sleds briefly, her ears twitch in a flat motion, offering a small frown.
"Mmm, that is unfortunate. If you would like, I can put a hold on their contracts for some time. There are quite a number of hostels and hotels within the City-State, fully refurbished and updated. The least expensive is considerably better than those across Equestria, excluding the Navarchs. As well, weekly and monthly prices are incredibly low.
The two Imperial hotels closest to the Main Station are in deep competition, remaining at fifteen gems per week, or fifty gems per month. One offers full amarenities, the other an impressive buffet which some have stated to be equal to excellent restaurants.
And I do have a housing contact, two minutes please."
>Clicking the prosthetic down, her head tilts with a spry look while watching the currency flow.
"Yes, connect me to Dya. Hello again dearest! Do you have a full directory of cottages and houses for sale in the City-State's southern districts? .........mmm, no, that is not what I expected. .......ah, that is unfortunate. ......and you as well!"
>Eyebrows furrowing in thought, she rocks back on all four hooves, speaking in consideration.
"There are over ninety smaller properties for sale, south of the Imperial Square on the southwest and southeast thoroughfares. None have been purchased as each are from the Late Kingdom era, thus quite old and must be fully replaced from damage. As they are however, two to five hundred gems.
A complete replacemarent would cost from one to three thousand gems, but could take up to two weeks.

There are two marensions near ours however.
The smallest is a three level directly west of us occupying half a city block, though the remainder is empty. Was fabricated during the Late Crystal Kingdom and has been updated frequently. The five herds formerly living there joined a medium Consortium some years ago and are now north of the Industrial District, closer to the underground train lines.
Fairly good underground section, eight rooms I believe. Thirteen rooms at ground level, five on the second level, large amount of space for additions or expansion. Or as excellent places to Moonwatch and Starwatch, of course.
There is a permarenent vendor stall on the south walk, two small crystal shops, one large and one small pool, four decent gardens, a number of fruit frees, several rows of berries and flowers, each of which have been tended to by local ponies. I would have purchased it yet I have no logical reason to do so, other than it is most cute and does not deserve to be empty.
It is currently ten thousand gems, though the whole block could be easily purchased for eleven thousand. Would require some work to implemarent and integrate newer crystal systems however. There is some furniture remaining so it should be comfortable as is.

The other is a four level completed six years prior for two large Kingdom herds. They chose to settle in the Eastern Heartlands instead, taking over an abandoned Conclave. It is directly northeast of us two blocks, and takes an entire block. Rather close to the Industrial District.
Ten rooms underground, fifteen first level, ten second level, six third level. Medium crystalshop, a gazebo of some sort, small vendor shop, three pools, two large gardens, a small orchard, numerous rows of berry bushes and flowers.
On marely occasions my servants and I have strolled past, we considered it at length. Unfortunately, it does not offer much space due to the shops and gardens, but it is fairly appealing from the outside.
The previous listing price before it went off the public market was thirty thousand gems, not including yearly bills of five hundred or so for civil maintenance. Completely empty of course."
>Blinking as the last gem and Bit enter the trade satchel, Celery squints back at the crates, then offers you a humbled nod while both lids are placed back.
"Ah, my apologies! I have a terrible habit of detailing everything my mind recalls. Servants often have to drag me away from interesting objects, otherwise I could sit and lecture for the entire Night. In that regard I am far worse than most unicorns!"

>Heavy wings flapping from the west, a bright blue, full bodysuited pegasus lands in a skitter, crystalline ponyshoes smoothly sliding around to a stop less than a foot left of you.
>Rolled flank satchels jingling, left wing flicks out and digs into the small neck pouch, a thick, hard cast gleaming light blue and purple crysamare hoofband is presented between two hard feathers.
>Shown to the unicorn first, feathers spread the ten sections apart to show a heavy, flexible Rimegel connecting each, then towards you, speaking in a fast paced, somewhat droll teen mare's voice.
"Delivery of a Kingdom Rimeworks Type 5HH-S, combat rated? Five means the fifth series, followed by Hololith Hoofband-Small. Yeah, I know, we're not inventive like the other big Consortiums are. Fast is simple and simply fast is best after all!"
"That would be for this dear."
>Spinning partway on left fore and rear hooves, the suited pegasus, remains in that pose to give you a quick up and down glance, eyes widening behind bright blue lenses before focusing.
"Ooooo those hoofboots are SO CUUUUTE! Oh, right, working. Please make a full inspection before purchase! If there's something wrong with this one I have ten more in satchels.
It'll accept any Micro crystal devices, up to eight in all and comes with two Micro crystalplate slots. Integrates with all Medium or Large crystal systems without fail. Requires either a cable or connection module to work with XL's though."

>>394154
>Examining Black Sun's motions, moods, tones, and indicators, there was not a single lie, misdirection, or partial truth.
>Harsh mood combined with brutal honesty creates her sole state of existence, tempered by firm willingness to share trust, as Astral displayed.
>Analyzing the potential risks he'd taken, only one comes to mind: initiating possibly unwanted, undesired, or both, contact to royalty.
>Considering the title he held of Marquis, it originated from a Prench slang phrase 'Maree`kis', meaning a stallion or mare whom is often treated positively for their willingness to initiate first, especially towards those with far higher titles.

>Holding her gaze firmly on the helmet's center, the alicorn's head swings to study the square pillar in fascination.
"The open eyes of Sun are kind yet distant, always in deep consideration rather than immediately acting upon a set of facts.
The face of Sun is warm when close, yet may burn when far, ever trying to maintain proper separation between herself to others.
The wings of Sun gesture as they must to show her thoughts, which are either heated and quick in purpose, or slowly cool to form properly.
Her hooves carry her along thusly, at paces either slow and confident, or brisk and necessary. She has little between such states.
Each smile she bears is as sincere as each frown, calculated yet whole as they are. She is neither impulsive nor ineffective, marely different.
I am the opposite. As each individual views me, I become a reflection known clearly, without subterfuge or obfuscation. Would you prefer the week long lecture or a mere speck of time?"
>Aligning legs to face Black Sun, Shiibo's eyelids close partway, giving a slight head shake as text scrolls on her internal screen, voice shifting into an entreating accent.
[Zero threat; do not insult by drawing weapons. Meanings & intentions understood. Initiating diplomatic protocols for equine royaly.]
"The second, please. We desire to know what you intend to share, and what we may do to restore necessary balance. And, how shall we address you?"
>Left foreleg raised and bent around, firm black mass in the shape of a mare’s hoof is studied as she speaks.
“Black Sun. Tyrant. I do still enjoy being known as Pomique, Prench of course, which they shortened to Pommy. Neighsians oft deemed me Kissho as I am one of the few whom can still teach blood, Fire, Lava, Magma, and Plasma Sorceries. Your choice.
Razorback was to take over Old Canterlot Palatial-Fortress. Guided by hooves, claws, hands, and wings, ones which would ensure their safety, they were to restore it with aid, over sixty thousand with forty thousand as support. In return, humans would have protected those of Tallus from what they could not strike or defend against.
That became a ruin, now inhabited by the last shreds of Our most beloved daughter. Of her own accord, Shared Nettlerose chose Us as dam. Silver did indeed foal her, that much is true, yet the whore of a mare was consumed by the idea of creating an orderly state of existence, one nearly the same as the accursed Otherworld she originated from."
>Burning black eyes narrow into thin lines, wings flutter slightly as Shiibo steps forwards, left hand extended to clasp the alicorn's hoof with a small, formal bow.
"May I, Kissho?"
>Mild surprise and concern becomes a welcoming smile, nodding as the hoof is taken in both hands, Tyrant then displaying a tolerant, albeit pained expression towards you.
“Of... course. My thanks, Daughter.
The actions and words of that few ignorant, arrogant humans should never have undone those efforts, nor Ours. And yet, they did. Over one hundred thousand lives were lost in an instant, trapped by betrayals of such shock that none dare speak of it aloud in fear of receiving the same.
Several of Our shards were touched by Horizon. The largest one whom appeared in this home was lost during the final month of wrongful war against Luna and Her children. That one was purified and reclaimed in full. Such a strong, fertile pegasus she is... mmm, were I to free a single Night to praise her, I shall.
As for the one in Canterlot, where shall be known once it is cleansed and returned. Why is simple: to condemn all her 'owner' desired. If said humans had not infuriated it, events would not have occurred as it did.
After, I witnessed the twisted wreckage of Las Pegasus, the second failure which none could have foreseen. When blame was rightfully asserted, one organization and Horizon had, separately, caused that destruction. While I disliked the cloud city for some of the incessantly unpleasant mareners, it was a firm supporter of traditional pegasi ideals and freedom.
All of those efforts are lost, never to be repeated nor remade again. Surely you understand the supreme irony?"
>Pressing the mare's underhoof with her left hand, the right holds Black Sun's ankle from behind, head tilting in consideration.
[Significant context of non-adaptive human failures. Las Pegasus interventions failed, Anti caused <80%. Linara may know more.]
"We do, in full. How does such relate to now, and what perturbs you from both combined?"
>The Tyrant glances from you to the temporarily whole avatar, then back, eyebrows upraising as ears flatten in subdued anger.
"Enough blood has been spilled and pain wrongfilly dealt to innocents. Countless times each Night I hear the Shades of Tartarus shrieking to be released. I have found neigh means to yet free them. Once the first Gate is opened, they will arrive in such floods of revenge, vengeance, vindication, and retribution that none can hope to slow them.
It is no slight against you that which I must share is offered to one whom cannot be traced nor tracked. You are mortal, thus you can be tortured. Shiibo is not, thus she cannot be. I will not have either of you suffer for crimes you did not commit, nor take burdens which would damn your existences here.
Do you comprehend how those are twinned?"

>>394154
>>394176
>Deliberating for six, Shiibo nods, switching hands to caress the pad in slow, firm motions.
[Royalty, mare. Subset: alicorn. Logic-mediated moods. Pain from memory loss/damage sincere; motivations equal. No dissemination, lies, or half-truths. Wounded from human caused losses. Willing to forgive; not explicit or eager. Accepts us via Astral Legacy association; expectation of equal conduct.
Gains by sharing objective facts, no pride involved. Loses in most equine factors due to negative associations, connotations. Assistance required. Moderate scope of details cleared and verified. Sum: no faster/more effective potential relations for removing political/cultural connections available.
Critical opportunity, sir.]
"We do, yes. How could we serve to shift balance as it must be? We are Otherworlders despite association. Our goals as such are often dissimilar and may not account for equine norms."
>Lips parting briefly in puzzlemarent, Black Sun's left eyebrow raises as she glances up, then back down to Shiibo with a patient, accepting tone.
"I am.. unsure how to answer fully. With Astral here, there may be no risk.. from time to time I will send one of two incorruptible mares to inform you of opportunities to make, or force, peace, such as it they may be. However they are used, passed on, or ignored, is for you to decide.
Stalliongrad has held its fury back despite the great odds against them, and the vast suffering incurred. Horizon will find neither allies nor more lives to sacrifice there. I should not have to caution either of you to treat THEM delicately, honorably, and respectfilly.”
>The Tyrant's head inclines at Shiibo, eyes closing with an appreciative expression, lightly removing her hoof and placing it down, stretching her leg out with a pleased sigh.
“Mm, thank you Daughter. It has likely been centuries since these have been treated. I rarely know what my body is telling me."
>Bowing once more, left hand palm on lower chest, right at the small of back, while also giving a 'perfect' hand signal towards you, Shiibo holds the pose for one second before standing at rest.
"I am pleased at your enjoymarent, and offer the same should you return."
"I may accept your offer as time permits. His armor is fully sealed, yes?"
"It is."
"Excellent. This is what ought to be evaluated."

>Head swinging around, a ring of gold-tinged black opens 3M right of the Tyrant, the scene within much worse than the few images of the Horizon-controlled shard rampaging in the Fortress.
>Barely lit in muted gray from above, craters of distinctive white-clear Anti cascades pockmark a once luxurious, archaic bedroom, now splashed mostly in the wholly unnatural color.
>At least three thousand years old, what had been an ornate four post bed that could easily bear six alicorns takes up the rear wall, two of the preferred, wide and low four drawer wooden dressers to both side, all artificially crystallized within the contaminated ruin.
>Blackened sections of Void covering what you recognize as Lumen walls, nearly the same as those on the Citadel except softer in tone, streaks of purple from the Reaper's raking claws and feathers cross most of the craters.

"Come, Daughter and Suitor. I will show what none have defined from the first time Horizon struck as an individual. Perhaps in the histories of Otherworlds there may be clues for what you shall see.
We have found none similar across Tallus, nor within and upon her environs. Planar beings suffer not from Anti lest they be foaled from mortals, nor do the Eldritch.. or their sometimes far less than abominable descendants. The second I finish slaughtering whichever creatures are sinking New Canterlot into depressive furies, those WILL be called upon in full to uphold their oaths."
>As the Tyrant strolls through and halts four steps inside, Shiibo follows carefully, stopping on the mare's left side and turning about in measured, slow motions.
>Giving a ‘possible danger’ sign, Shiibo flashes a motion to perform integrity checks for an airless environment, text appearing in the helmet's right corner displays.
[Flat 0.2 gravity. Room sealed, minimal oxygen. Lunar surface, unknown region... sir? You need to see these immediately. Eyes only, maximum security site.]

>>394176
(Observation reveals no subterfuge. Presence is purely a diplomatic overture. Astral's behavior a clear indication of loyalty and deference.)

>Meeting her red eyed gaze, he Sticks the compact form of Four Storms Flow Together to his hip then folds his arms. His gloves grip his elbows as he considers her words.
(The 'shadow' of the Sun, then. Damaged by loss. Baseline context established. Contact with royalty protocols will be cumbersome, albeit necessary.)
>Glancing at Shiibo's text, he responds with a similar affirmative.
>Content to allow Shiibo to handle the pleasantries and minutia of the royal code of conduct, he remains quiet as the Tyrant speaks.
(A palace fortress to be manned by hundreds of humans with tends of thousands of alien species members with the express goal of protection. Little wonder it failed, but none of these ponies could have anticipated the source. Risks of first contact in encountering lower social animals. The lower laws they subscribe to can always prompt annihilation in every interaction.)
>As the alicorn elaborates, she also deigns to address his concerns regarding privileged information being limited with practical concerns as the motivation.
(Either she intuited or can read-no, not possible with the equipment I have. Should be blocked. Likely intuited.)
"Your provided clarification is appreciated. The nature of Shiibo's existence will minimize the risk of torture and responsibility. Your purpose is balance. In that, we align. It is both mine and Shiibo's mission to address those human derived imbalances."

>>394177
>Glancing over Shiibo's next text in brief, he sends a thumbs up emoji.
>In tandem with Shiibo's offer and question, he nods. Their status as Otherworlders must be made clear to highlight inevitable cultural differences and divergent values.
>He cocks his head a few degrees as the Tyrant calls Shiibo 'Daughter' for the second time but otherwise does not question it.
(Likely some form of royal court apellation, or title regarding ritual roles. Not as relevant as current information exchange.)

>Turning to view the portal as it opens, he beholds a royal bedroom pocked by Anti and the signs of battle with the Nightmare.
>He takes a single step towards the scene before the Tyrant bring him pause.
(Suitor? Term has heavy implications. Will need to clarify before continuing.)
>His brow furrows as he considers the rest of the Tyrant's words.
(A scene with possible clues inferrable by Otherworld perspectives. Will need to assess. Other facts noted.)
>Before the Tyrant enters, he makes a brief interjection.
"For clarification, you referred to me as 'Suitor'. I would request clarification of the reasoning to address possible misunderstandings."

>Seeing Shiibo's warning, he holds at the portal threshold as she sends him another message.
>His eyes widen in slight surprise at the news. Preparing to activate his Sticky enchantment on the soles of his boots and recalling his low gravity training, he loosens his stance to manage his momentum and braces as he steps into the bedroom.

>>394184
>Considering something briefly, Shiibo continues the clearly beloved hoof massage, the Tyrant visibly relaxing while her next message is slightly confusing.
[Open voice record from Inquisitor Flash: 'there is no return from' destructions of Old & New Canterlot. Further phrases contain appellations IE using food & drinks to describe temporal matters. Q: 'no recovery from this?' A: 'what was recovery to be? Q: 'which future would have occurred'? A: tl;dr 'none of previous I foresaw'.
Sun/Black Sun & Nightmare/Reaper have ulterior motives, RE: Horizon. Beneficial to us? if not merely = playing along.
Further descriptors unknown without cultural delicacy context & dining knowledge.
ADDENDUM! Black Sun MAY NOT = remember exterior contingencies or outer plans!]
>Sniffing delicately towards you, the black alicorn's muzzle creases in slight worry.
"I sense hesitancy. You are correct. I have some experience in delicate matters, yet I care none for politics. As before, I am, exist, and therefore act. I accept what norms are and become, yet what is mine, is shared by my claimed in return.
Tartarus has no such 'thing' as politics. That is where Aether is firmest and stretches to eclipse an opposite realm, the same size as Tallus, yet holds claim to all eventually. The holy Kerbann, whomever the current ruler may be, and the Shades are absolutes. They bare no mercy unless shown logic and reason dictated by circumstance outside of one's control.
You are innocent of the crimes committed by those humans, thus I must ensure they do not declare you guilty from mere association. They see oft as Planar beings do; everything, all at once, no matter how minuscule. Yet they have little means to.. what is the phrase?"
>Squinting harshly for three seconds, Black Sun's expression brightens, not just figuratively: small traces of red Plasma bloom across her lips as she smiles.
"Ah, that is it, 'filter'! Your words are deeply encouraging. She as well must be complete before what I came to offer is made. I will not deliver risk without an equal, yet preferably better, reward. That was ever how I ruled my court next to Luna's."
>Head cocking left, the mare's left eye twitches several times before realizing she was speaking to non-native beings, speaking in a slightly humiliated timbre.
"My sincere apologies. Should you require explanation again, please state as much.
I have accepted both of you into my court, such as it is. A Suitor is a nobilite stallion, not a noble, yet one of my favored, whom is granted right to freely enter and exit at whim, will, and wile. Unlike a courtier, you are neigh beholden to accept task, request, contract, nor order, unless such is freely and willingly chosen. All I ask is that you accept or decline invitations that I may know whether attendance occurs.
It is a formal title set and placed that you may honestly and honorably consider offerings, gifts, trades, contracts, and the like. That does include potential servants, slaves, mates, guards, or whatever you may desire.
At this time I have next to nothing. The One To Become was and is far more important, but I shall begin rebuilding my court back to its grandeur, not only to alleviate Astral's own grief. I will not dwell on what was. After all, there are so marely prizes to see, touch, and hold, yet unfound and unclaimed."
>Quickly taking over lower internal screens and expanding them into a medium array, Shiibo gives a double 'YES' thumbs up.
[You = earned her respect from ritual & conduct. Not small. Positives: inner court of true ROYALTY. Access = INSTANT. Title = existential, cannot be disbarred/disallowed unless do/speak stupid/negative actions/words.
Bad??? news: expectation of honestly viewing offers, gifts, trades, contracts etc. Suitors EXPECTED to consider servants, slates, mates, etc., into creating/expanding lineage, hence title.
Sir. PRIZE UNLIKE ANY OTHER! WHEN/IF you = enter her court, engage, use honest & truthful judgement. Dislike A? State it. Like B? State it. Not sure about C? state it. Old royalty norms still exist.
You = may NOT like. You = WILL consider what is showcased and displayed to her favored.]
>Blinking from the silence between you and the avatar, the black alicorn makes a polite, attention getting snort.
"Hm! Should I explain the details of what such a title means, and the expectations given towards it?"
>Slightly turning to face the mare, Shiibo's head bows to speak softly.
"My apologies, Black Sun, I should have stated I was explaining the details and minutiae involved."
>Right wing extended to rub her temple with a wry smile, the alicorn's ears twitch and splay apart in reconciliation.
"No need my Daughter, I.. should have thought to explain. You are sweet to have done so for me. Alas, among some courts these titles are little used, but I shall strive to restore them back to their proper places, whether noble, royal, stable, or otherwise."
>Stopping before the portal, PANIC sets in.
[Daughter = honorific for Solar mare not bearing/carrying/seeking clan name, known lineage, or noble/royal title claim. Primary meaning is seeking a stallion of = or > rank/clan position/title. ...SHE THINKS I'M A MARE IN SEARCH OF A STALLION?! FFFFFFF nononoNONONONONOnonono calm down! CALM DOWN. calm. CALM! good. better. NO!? CALM. NO! calm? calm.
wait no. no oh no. nonono I will be 80%~ Metal & 20%~ Crystal. too much. NO. do not want. maybe? ...NOOOO. NO! no! NO. done.]

>Entering to slide forwards, halting on the black alicorn’s right side, gravity was indeed 0.2 standard, Shiibo carefully examining the room as the Tyrant speaks, extremely muffled in the near-vacuum.
>Taking one step forwards, her left hand is placed on the alicorn's upper next, leaning down to speak briefly, Black Sun's head turning around to regard you with a short, mortified expression.
>Returning to Shiibo, two short nods are given as Shiibo's left hand raises.
[Transcribing shortly.]

>>394184
>>394185
>Stepping forwards to 'speak' within the alicorn's line of sight, Shiibo frowns briefly, left hand raised and circling to indicate the entire room.
[One of Luna’s more significant gifts to Sun and Black Sun; 25,600’s. Furnished according to royal norms of that era. No limits of access, transportation method impossible to share. A ‘lock’ which can only be ‘set’ by a ‘key’, both existential and engrammatic? ...oh, she means a Moonbridge.]
>Black Sun motions towards specific, large Anti fractures on walls and ceiling, the left wing pointing straight up a short time later.
>You and Shiibo study the ceiling’s extensive Plasma charring, the avatar making quarter-circles to survey the room ten times, spending ten seconds per turn.
[Sun noticed extreme contamination when returning; Class 2 or 3 Anti. Individual present: alicorn, gray-clear coat, white eyes, gray-white mane, tail, hooves. Then an unknown. Zero Tallus, Planar, Eldritch, Extra-Planar markers, resonance, etcetera. And the-]
>Pointing at the crystallizations present on bed and dressers, Shiibo asks two short questions, Black Sun nods in a grim marener, lips parting into wordless snarl at a third.
>Extending her right wing out flat, tipping it back and forth before tossing her mane, left front hoof points at each of the two low dressers, afterwards pointing at the left wall.
>A number of exceptionally fancy desks, dressers, plush lounging cushions, mirrors, and the remains of clothing, all severely damaged and partially crystallized, cover the entire section, the Tyrant speaking for nearly five minutes.
>Shiibo’s eyes narrow slowly, taking on a flat scowl and turning her head to regard you firmly.
[You will NOT scoff, roll your eyes, or perform ANY internal AND external acts of disbelief or incredulity. This falls under a strict DIPLOMATIC situation involving LIVING ROYALTY, sir. We are in her presence, such as it is.
Direct, vital information regarding THE overarching situations which Horizon openly began in 26,853 will follow-]
>Folding her arms together, the avatar’s head tilts left, listening to Black Sun describing muted factors, frequently pausing to grimace.
[Both Suns shared numerous friends, servants, slaves, exceptional tradeponies, individuals reaching Grandmaster status, military, militia, guards, escorts, prostitutes, concubines, mistresses, studs, courtiers, nobilites, nobles, royalites, royals, emissaries, and sometimes diplomats as well. Stallions, colts, mares, and older fillies. CONSENSUALLY and EQUALLY, SIR.
Occupants at that time were half Day, half Night. They were:
Two Solar diplomats, 39 year old earth pony and 43 unicorn respectively, both stallions.
One Prench Duke, 32, pegasus stallion, crowned.
One Neighsian underprincess, 19, no crown but seeking.
One Navarch nobilite, 23, pegasus mare.
One Grandmaster Druid, 53, Ferron, pegasus stallion.
One Grandmaster Smith, 46, Dynasty, earth stallion.
One Grandmaster Crystal Runesinger, 58, Conclavist mare.
Two Changeling Royal Vanguards, approximately 16,800 years old, one mare, one stallion.
One Changeling Attendant, roughly same age, stallion.
One Changeling Tender, roughly same age, mare.
One early Moorite Hunter-Killer, 32, batpony stallion.
One Discordite Destroyer, 36, batpony stallion. Note: before suicide tactics became used, Destroyers used disposable pseudo-weapons created by Mages, Sorcerors, Mystics, Necromarecers, Psions, etc..
One Solar Guardian Fencer, 27, unicorn mare.
One Solar Guardian Brute, 36, earth stallion.
One Lunar Guardian Sorceress, 28… Early Kingdom Crystal mare.
One Lunar Guardian Skylancer, 35, native Harpy female.
One Dusk Strider, 63, unicorn mare.
They often stayed here when not traveling with either Sun, making deals, pacts, trade agreements, or performing ceremonies, rituals, blessings.
Upon Sun’s arrival, they…. were Abominations. Instant shock and disbelief. Sun suffered nineteen injuries within seconds, not fatal but slowed her considerably. Reaper was summoned once she could scream. Reaper arrived as the first was being immolated.]
>Taking on a disturbed expression, Shiibo faces Black Sun, left hand palm up while asking several questions.
>Head shaking in short motions, the alicorn points towards the right wall, which would be west.
>Little more than scorched, molten Lumen, partially crystallized Lumin and physical Anti embedded throughout are given two minutes of study.
[Abominations were fast enough to score significant blows, minimal Gravity was no obstacle. Reaper pinned Abominations there for Sun to conflagrate. Low Gravity GREATLY threw off unknown alicorn’s aim, allowing Sun and Reaper to strike paired blows from opposite angles when able. Kept alicorn stunned 50%~ of time.
When Plasma and Lumin are mixed and detonated, the blindness caused to alicorn was 1/4 effective. Physical Anti cascades disrupt magical, Elemental, and biological functions equally, effects increasing by 1-3% per ten seconds.
Total encounter: 3 minutes, 20~ seconds. Near-deific combat scenario. This is BAD, sir.]
>Wings flicking, Black Sun glides towards the bed, stopping five meters from it with a counter motion, Shiibo holding up a hand in a 'stay' motion.
>Waving over a particular point, she stomps down, leaping back while a small, dull white-clear cloud rises in a plume.
>Slowly exhaling a tiny line of black plasma, as it touches the cloud, clear-white searing burns flash, leaving fractal geometric stains.
>The unfamiliar, HOSTILE pattern delivers a wordless signal, the action far beyond merely unnatural.
>Neither Tallus, her Elements, the Planes, Eldritch, Extra-Planar, or any combination between could produce similar.
>Straightening, Shiibo speaks four short lines while motioning towards the fading imprint, the mare nodding after five seconds, glaring towards.
[Long decayed from disruption, Lumin and Plasma EFFECTIVE at destruction. Anti has PHYSICAL Otherworld mass but anomalous weight & composition. In this state, no danger. Signal pulse contained, cannot exit.]

>>394157
>>394158
>Flicking her gaze between the retreating Rubelime and Celery, Amy managed to get her giggling under control.
>Amy clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes. Incredibly jealous.
"I have, and they're very pretty!~"
>She hummed thoughtfully and considered the two sorcerers she herself knew.
"I was taught much of what I know of sorcery by my sire and a mare named Avernus. Avernus I believe may be able to examine the seal in greater detail, she may even possess direct knowledge of ancient Sumarea already."
>Oh, and her new revenant friend as well!
"Oh, oh! I have lots of Kerbann sticks and twigs! I started collecting them because the batponies were doing it as well."

>Amy returned Celery's frown with a smile.
"It's not unfortunate. Home is still home, I was just kicked out because my parents wanted me to see Tallus!~ Buuut that is hardly an appropriate home for others to travel back and forth between commonly, given the toll that entry can extract. So! Prrroperty!~"
>Doing an excited little twirl, Amy paused mid twirl and blinked at Celery. Was she truly willing to put the contracts on hold? For her? That couldn't simply be because Celery had designated her Priority One.
>She could sense mischief, and it set her ears twitching merrily.
"Hmm."
>As Celery went over the various housing options from her contact, Amy inclined her head and considered.
>The hostels and hotels would suffice for the short term, yet what would be the point of that? Why not hold permanent residence in the Crystal Empire? Then she could set up a workshop!
>Smaller properties, cheap, need some work, nope, nope! Too small.
>The marensions however... There was plenty of room in either to set herself up, yet it sounded like the first would be more ideal for future expansion.
>Offering Celery a happy smile, she shook her head.
"That's okay, you remind me of Avernus and I always enjoyed learning of everything she had to teach, no matter how important or trivial. In any case, the first marension is interesting, if I can manage to buy that one, I'm happy to pick up both contracts for the servant and the mareguard."

>Turning to catch sight of a pegasus flying in, Amy stood stock still as she slowly slid to a halt.
>Very nice timing, this one.
"Yup, that's me!~ Great landing by the way, I rate it ten out of ten!"
>Amy lifted a boot up and forwards for inspection, giggling.
"Oh I know right? They might have a bit of bug gunk still on them though, unfortunately."
>She gazed down and gave the boots an irate look. Perhaps she shouldn't have used them for stomping after all.
"Okie dokie!"
>Amethyst leaned in and appraised the goods with as much of her skill as she could muster. She'd never get good at it if she didn't practice after all.

[1d6+3 = (6+3) = 9] < B. Appraisal
[1d6+3 = (5+3) = 8]

>>394189
"They most certainly are!"
>Eyebrows striking high, the older mature swivels on hoof to face you, vocally taken aback.
"You must mean Baronet Avernus. Mid-40's unicorn mare of semi-royal lineage, took her eldest sister's title, fell in love with a barely mature Nature dragon by the name of Tachell during the early Middle Dynasty, a crowned Otherworld King over sixty thousand years old. They improved and refined more than sixty Sorcery rituals, then went on to reduce the catastrophic failures of various Elemental Cores by sixteen percent."
>Head rocking back, Celery Souffle forgets to blink as she speaks.
"I know a great deal regarding both of their lives. It is an actual relief to know she still lives. What happened to her lover, Tachell? He was one of three Otherworld Dragons known as the Blackwatchers. They attempted to dive into The Black at the same location where a Navarch dreadnought had been detonated, but they disappeared from history afterwards. For that matter, if Avernus found her way into Tartarus... then she must be ruling it now."
>Ears flapping left, then right, light pink eyes search up and left.
"Kerbann? Yes, the archaic proto-Moorian mango trees, planted long before batponies were created by the Rime-infected pegasus known as Cadence in the 13,000's. They were known as the primary servants of Aether, directly commarending the Shades whom were few in number. Shades served as the second ruling council of Tartarus until the Half-Shades sprang into existence when the first half-Betrayals occurred by ponies whom posed as Early Dynasty adherents. I-"
>Catching herself quickly, the unicorn exhales quickly, then gives a fairly critical examination to your hooves, robe, then Stick, left eyebrow raising.
"...Amy, I hope you do not mind me stating this aloud. Your Hoofboots are a crysto-regula composite, half-material, given shape, weight, and form by Sorcerous ritual. Woven Kerbann soft inner bark and leaves... that is a Kerbann branch. I cannot hear nor feel it, but I recognize patterns.
I have over eight thousand tomes regarding the Middle Dynasty, the majority originals with a number of second-hoof copies. the time. It is my ponial belief that era was the fifth most important for Equestria. In order: Conclaves first, Kingdom second, Empire third. The Pegasi-Batpony League is fourth."
>Remembering to blink finally, she does so multiple times before offering a conspiratorial smile.
"Kicked out, or returned to the world which you were supposed to live upon? I know well what the second is like. My dam and sire gave me five hundred Bits worth of gems when I turned fifteen, then claimed I would not inherit their holdings if I did not marenage to return as a worthy mare."
>Snorting quietly, her gaze rolls right, up, and left, the mare's creeping mischief clearly apparent in her mood.
"Ohhh how little they knew.. I had already planned to leave and visit each of Luna's Villages, taking only my satchel, six grimoires, ten blank tomes, and thirty charcoal sticks. I had not even thought of taking a single gem or coin. They were QUITE shocked when I returned as a Lunar Lorekeeper, Grandmaster appraiser, and held five Grand Spells."
>Pausing to squint before nodding slightly, her prosthetic leg raises to make an odd, unfamiliar motion.
"Mmm, the Tartarus toll. Numerous tomes have differing opinions. Some state it depended on the severity of crimes which Aether, through the Kerbann, then the Shade Council, was willing to process. Others declared the Shades were horrible at determining and comprehending time, sentencing some to work until they complained, grew tired, or struck one, while a fair number stipulated their contracts to be unreasonably difficult to finish.
A few marention the Kerbann had, or have, nearly perfect understanding regarding to what degrees of innocence or guilt were required to be paid for, but none of them detail how the toll was eventually codified."

>Smiling proudly, Celery Souffle dips her head in a particularly regal Lunar motion, right foreleg raising briefly, then set down as exhales warmly.
"Then I am glad to be a temporary teacher. It is one of the few luxuries I still have that marely desire to learn all they can, Crystal, Lunar, or the few whom are both in these Nights.
I shall check if the smaller marension is still available, though I have severe doubt it has been traded or sold."
>Firmly tapping the prosthetic leg down, the mature unicorn gazes upwards, a sincerely pleased expression spreading across her face.

>Snickering several times in a quick, aery marener, the young mare shakes her head quickly, streaks of neon blue fading after each motion.
"Thanks! More like a nine-point-one outta ten though, still getting used to wearing this. Liquid Rime bodysuits make it real nice to fly around, but they aren't publicly available yet. Lotta problems with crysaflex composites shrinking or expanding at the worst times, and nopony's figured out why these socketed joints jam without icing up. Kinda tight in the barrel and flanks too."
>Head bending forward to gaze at the Juggernaut hoofboots once more, you note the lenses weren't sapphirine as they had no reflective qualities, instead being a heavy poly-crystalline composite, durable and Rime proof, but unreasonably hard to shape.
"PFFFF! This ain't Floerida, but if it was the insect parts would still be singing!"
>Flashing a smile through partially clear snout mask, the Crispy's ears wiggle, causing a series of small crackling sounds in the crysaflex material.
"Gotta be brutally honest here, I can BARELY see through these. Everything's one shade of blue, purple, red, or another, so it's hard for us to tell if there's damage on most crystallines. Lemme know if you find something wrong."

>>394189
>>394194
>Examining each of the heavy crysamare sections, they had been hard cast at precise temperatures, partial reflection and faint glow indicating each piece was allowed to cool slowly, without disturbance, in a complete vacuum.
>Rolling it over to check for refractions indicating damage or improper melding, whistling in numerous tones to check for erratic harmonic discolorations show nothing peculiar or unusual.
>Poking the central integral Micro crystal device, a small hololith screen pops up instantly, an InterPony mare's cutout immediately appears in a slow, relaxing trot.
>Waving to it, the cutout pauses, turning to smile, left foreleg raising to wave back and forth twice, then turns again to continue.
>At least it wasn't one of the weird ones your sire preferred... or the ODD versions your dam enjoyed.
>Testing capacity for more screens, a total of twenty are reached, common Empire directories shown on each, though you notice the clarity was slightly better than your dam's partially custom hololith.
>Checking the harmonic interface, it easily responded to every whistle, hum, and tone you could produce, also featuring an integral low-high balance adjustmarent which could be configured specifically to you as a security measure.
>Tapping the two Micro crystalplates, which were discs and thus shouldn't be called plates, each opens an individual hololithic screen to display nothing had been stored.
>Sniffing the band from a safe distance, the sharply icy, welcoming tang of Rime was distinct, meaning the biogel was either part of a small batch, or had been rigorously controlled during mixing and extrusion.
>Calculating the total price based on similar designs your dam's schematics detailed, the average for a combat rated hoofband 2 years prior was 4,200 gems; the price had dropped significantly while quality had marginally improved.
>Considering the hundreds of swappable Micro crystal devices, from basic to advanced scanning, analysis, schematic design or modification, target marking, mining, combat assistance, search assistance, among plenty of other utilities, this was a better option than most of the Light offerings since those either needed a worn connection or an actual ExoFrame.

>Finally receiving a response, Celery's head shakes, lips spread apart in a riotous grin.
"Hello again Dya! No no, my apologies, I should not be calling upon you this close to the Shield being raised. I have one request before you turn in. There is a Priority One client whom wishes to purchase the small marension directly west of ours. ......yes, including the other half of the city block which has not been developed. Is that possible? .........oh? Is the cost is as I recall it, eleven thousand gems with that included? .......I fully understand. How can I assist the process? ............that is much simpler than I thought. ....of course not! I should be back before the hour. .....mm-hm! Go back to bat and sleep well, I shall see you tonight."
>Amethyst hoof tapping down, the unicorn mare presents a satisfied nod to you.
"My sister has stated it is still available, dear Amy! The only requiremarents to purchase the smaller marension to the block west of ours, including the additional undeveloped land, is as follows: eleven thousand gems, from either crystalplate or physical trade, and either a single InterPony exchange or your signature on the trade notice.
Should you accept the first and either the second or third, it will be yours. As well, should I request delivery for both the servant and my cousin's Mareguard contract?"

>>394185
>Frowning behind his helmet visor, Pareidolia struggles to make sense of the truncated summary from Inquisitor Flash as the Tyrant elaborates. Sending a reply to Shiibo as he thinks of it, he nods at the Tyrant.
[Confusing, some implication that Tyrant's hopes to return to before is impossible. Confirmed temporally. Concur with Flash they all have ulterior motives regarding humans. Already felt the need to navigate carefully. Black Sun may be operating with incomplete memory.]
"I see."
>He presses his lips together with some concern as Shiibo's message then outlines the responsibilities of his new title.
(As expected. Aspirations of reclamation. Unclear how Nightfall ties in.)
[Noted. Court/Faction expectation positives understood. Need to manage negatives to avoid excessive political obligation. I do not want to be bogged down by Equestrian affairs.]
>Hearing the Tyrant's equivalent of a slight clearing of her throat, he inclines his head with Shiibo.
"Apologies. The expectations of the position were being elaborated on."

>Stopping before the portal as a stream of panicked text streams across his display, he sends a brief reply.
[We'll address the misunderstanding after this. I'm also not fond of titles foisted but no choice for now.]

>>394186
>Standing still to survey the room, he looks for anything particularly out of place or unusual in the battlescape while the Tyrant speaks with Shiibo.
>Glancing at Shiibo as she turns to him, he nods once as her text message scrolls.
[Gravity of situation already clear, but understood.]
>Following a long list of favored court members and shared descriptions, he sets it to the upper half of his display while moving to look at the crystal marked dressers.
(Year 26,853? Then Horizon's plan utilizing these... Abominations is thousands of years in the making. With now being 29,998.)

>Hearing the muffled movements of the Tyrant near the bed, he watches as she exhales a small string of plasma which reacts with the Anti present.
>A sensation of hostility emmanates from the resulting sigil.
[Remains of Anti after being destroyed by Plasma? What is that sigil?]

>>394194
>>394195
"Yup, that's her, she doesn't like being called a baroness though."
>The look of shock on Celery's face was highly amusing, and Amy broke out in giggles. She'd like to see Avernus' face when she learns she's considered a near mythical figure.
"They're still together, and they're very sweet!~ She... sssort of rules Tartarus? To be sure, nobody 'rules' Tartarus, you marenage Tartarus as well as you marenage a couple dozen kitties."
>Impressed, Amy gave her a short series of claps. Celery really did know her esoteric materials.
"Ten out of ten! All correct. There's plenty more material where this came from, like I said earlier."
>The mischievous grin returned.
"Less returned and more unleashed I think, I'm here to terrorise Tallus and everybody in it because Tartarus can't take any more of my chicanery!~"
>The fact that Celery had done much as she was about to do without the material advantage Amy herself had was inspiring. She felt relieved that even if she did not have all the resources she had, it was fairly simple to make one's way in the world.
>She was curious though, so she inhaled a breath.
"Ooh. Which villages did you visit? What's a grimoire? What were the charcoal sticks for? Is appraising a lot of practice, or a lot of practice as well as learned knowledge? What Grand Spells do you know?"
>The filly considered what she knew of the toll, as it had been explained to her.
"The toll... It is, as I understand it, the sacrifice of a number of years multiplied by the betrayals one has committed, and so it is that it can sap away the lifespan of those who seek entry. One's own physicality is extracted."

>Amethyst returned the gesture with a radiant smile.
"Always love hearing about more lore to categorise, and share, I've never really had as much chance to share before."

>Leaning to one side, Amy eyed the suit over. She was certain she wouldn't be able to figure it out just from a visual inspection, but it was always fun to examine wargear.
>Also practice, practice.

[1d6+2 = (2+2) = 4] < B. Perception
[1d6+2 = (6+2) = 8]

[1d6+4 = (6+4) = 10] < Junior Crystal Engineering
[1d6+4 = (5+4) = 9]

"I don't suppose it could be as simple as a temperature differential issue. Fire absorption via friction with Air in-flight might expand the material until it sticks... Hm."
>Wobbling a little, Amy lowered the boot back down to the ground so she no longer had to balance on one hoof, Amy shook her head.
"Oh, no the bugs were in Saddle Arabia. Nasty things, lots and lots of them."
>She shuddered as she remembered them momentarily before turning back to her examination. Bugs. Ew.
"Mmm!~ I see nothing wrong with these, impeccable craftsmareship!"
>Amethyst watched the little InterPony trot along for a little bit before patting around her pockets for her access plate.
"This one will do."

>Raising her brows in surprise, Amy was doubly curious that Celery was able to arrange a marension sale just like that. Not that she was complaining.
>She shook her head in the negative.
"I don't have access to an InterPony for an exchange yet, so a signature it will have to be."
>Amy clasped her hands behind her back cheerfully and nodded in assent.
"Yuh-huh! I look forward to meeting them both.~"

>>393919

>The initial shock wearing off wearing off, Clemency listens to the two ponies
>Stellar Claw seems really interested in the Luminaryy
>Hearing how the Luminary views the world, the enclosed suit somewhat reminds Clemency of certain COFFIN pilot systems
>Only more permanent and at least the COFFIN provides 360 degree view
>Definitely something to get used to like the Luminary's pool of colors

>Clemency is startled by the Guillotine's reaction to the smaller vessel
>He repeats the phrase in his own head, Ve-ke-ne-hay
>He tries to use different intonations and such to figure out the meaning that would make the Guillotine mad
>At least, until the screeching noise from the Guillotine breaks his concentration
>Clemency tries to explain the Guillotine's response but Stellar Claw beat him to it
"What Stellar said, although it still is hard to parse sometimes."
>He the tunes into the Guilltoine
*"So it doesn't know any docks it can return to? Is the lifeweave so badly outdated it can't use any modern materials?"*

>Looking towards the Guillotine, he sees the ship return to normal
*"Return safely and sleep soundly Guillotine. Thank you for your help. Before you return though, can I get a transcription of the history you've uncovered? And, is there anything we can do for the vessel?"*
>Looking at the two ponies, he sees the Luminary shaken a little from the Guillotine's outburst
>Clemency gives a respectful nod to the Luminary as she leaves
>He sees Stellar Claw point towards the south and follows it
>A hostel?
>A bed sounds very VERY good right now
>Plus, the area is still under quarantine until the Anti is cleared out
>This would also mean the Luminaries has to go around Razorback and put the base under quarantine as well to clear out the Anti too
>Overall, he's stuck for a while
>Might as well get some rest after going for almost 24 hours
"Sure. We can head over. And I'm going to keep your word then! I'll feel that second taste when it comes."
>With that, he looks at the vessel one more time before walking with Stellar over to said hostel for some rest

>>394244
>Rotating away from the mare, Shiibo extends her left hand to point out each of the hundreds of alicorn sized claw, feather, hoof, and the Reaper's batpony-like fang imprints, streaked into walls and ceiling, then the same from Plasma, without teeth of course, following in further melting the Lumen sections.
>Where each impact landed, enough pseudo-matter Anti shards, still embedded though long defunct, would have easily killed and physically transformed more than fifty ponies.
[10-20% similar to the ‘worst’ Anti damage recorded in Fortress & Enclave after Siege, sir. Damage here = far more extensive, destructive. These occurred when Horizon was regarded as ‘whole’. Connotation = not spiritual; Otherworld existence incapable of adapting/acclimating? BAD upgraded to BAD, sir.]
>Splaying out both wings, Black Sun's left makes a mock sweeping blow which matched one set, the right raising to make a short chopping motion, speaking for thirty seconds before text scrolls.
[Horizon then = ZERO experienced in low Gravity traversal & combat. When last Abomination destroyed, Reaper changed assault vectors numerous times, Sun performing follow-ups before switching to successful paired blows from opposing angles. Extreme panic/similar combined with 'concussions'?? Does not know enough to explain more. Tactic was effective.]
>Taking note of the flatly low Gravity as you carefully step forwards in a slow gliding motion, Shiibo displays an image of local Gravity oriented in a square; this room is connected to seven more, creating a large two-level complex.
>Motioning for you to turn around, a fused, blackened pair of 13' tall, inverted kite shield doors were impassable, slagged together across the entirety of each seam.
[Black Sun called this the Solar Getaway, an..... unfortunately apt term. She states the remaining rooms are inaccessible due to being filled with still reactive Lumin and physical Plasma. They were MUCH worse. Nothing remains.
Moonbridge was destroyed from Anti disruption. Nightmare/Reaper incapable of remaking to this location. Once the 'lock' is 'set', if the 'key' is destroyed, it cannot be remade. In short: form of unique in-dimensional transport; explains a great deal of pre-Warp Gate/translocation access.]
>The Tyrant slides forwards and around in a long step, scowling and gesturing at both dressers from your left side.
>Virtually the same style as earth ponies enjoyed, both dressers flanked the colossal bed feature extensive Anti-crystallization, similar to spalling except not causing physical damage, originating from large white-clear hoof prints across the surface.
>Picking the right one first to examine the spastic impact vectors, Horizon had been panicked, unable to deal with gravity.
>Within the archaic, once light colored wood, partially clear drawer sections contain vast amounts of equally crystallized formal and informal equine clothing.
>Portions severely damaged from Anti catalyzing processes, the amount of silver, gold, platinum, kanpri, mythril, and safe Planar thread was worth a small fortune alone.
>From the external impacts causing small to medium Anti cascade detonations, the once-exquisite materials within had been in the process of being moved rearwards until white-clear crystallization occurred.
>Recognizing only a few, Shiibo questions the Tyrant briefly before texting.
[Neighsian Sorcerous/Mystic weaves, wide variety of Moors silks, exceptionally fine cotton-likes from across Tallus, real Changeling pseudosilk, original Crystal Conclave bodysuits, Zebraic rolling pufftree weaves... these were all gifts to Sun/Black Sun.
Other dresser contains more. They were beyond priceless :\]
>Motioning it was safe to jump onto the bed's right side, low gravity aids Black Sun flicking both wings backwards in a small motion, landing next to you lightly .
>Making a slight motion for the avatar's attention, the black alicorn speaks to her as you survey long streaks of Void-tinged Lumin across it, the Reaper having obviously tried to prevent the thick mattress, pillows, sheets, and blankets from catching fire.
>Fewer Anti crystallizations occurred here, while a number of long frozen, embedded fluids retain their coloration: dark pink, light red, red, dark red, and red-black blood, along with partially glowing yellow-red and blue-red from both Princesses.
>Pale yellow, milky clear, partially white, off white, and semiclear crystals indicated large amounts of synovial, spinal, and internal fluids had been released during the physical transformation into Abominations, Shiibo grimacing after three sentences from the alicorn.
>The avatar's eyebrows furrow as the alicorn rubs her snout with the right wing, speaking through feathers for a short time.
[Brain functions disrupted as Anti takes control of individual.. not unlike 'zombification'. Physical body undergoes RAPID mutation; not quite modification & replacement? Individual retains full awareness until process complete. Sun/Black Sun & Nightmare/Reaper felt Overherd & soul connections severed at apex, causing full death.
Inquisitor's open files in the Fortress detail <3-5%~ similar processes from her omniverse regarding Otherworld 'Infected' class threats. Few similarities to Planar/Extra-Planar. Sun & Repear suspected Eldritch at first, as did I. Our knowledge + facts here confirm otherwise.
Moderate speculation: Horizon = imitating Eldritch capaciities, possibly from her own Otherworld? Caveat: anomalous physical matter/pseudo-radiation Anti uncontrolled until Abomination stage reached.]

>Shiibo turns around from inspecting the bed's foot, pointing at the hazy symbol
>It was not familiar in the slightest.
[I have reviewed all Committee data from our Otherworld, including parallel universes to a factor of 1,000. Zero indicators matching factors here within <1% range. This is unknown to us sir.
Compiling a render of this 20 versus 2 engagemarent based on her recall and information presented.]
[1d6+4 = (6+4) = 10] <E.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+4 = (4+4) = 8]
[1d6+4 = (1+4) = 5]

>>394285
>Shiibo's evaluation and the surrounding environment paints a grim picture of the then whole Horizon's abilities.
>Brow furrowing as he looks over the damaged, now priceless relics and materials he stands up. Enabling text to speech, he sends a reply to his AI.
'What information do we have on process of Abomination progression? Psychological cognizance and presence of soul only being overwritten later in process implies a particular vector of affliction, notable data point.'

>Turning around and moving to stand near the foot of the bed, he joins Shiibo to check the symbol described. Returning back to text shortcut selection, he kneels and focuses on the symbol while trying to recall any connections to what he knew.
[I concur. Scenario outside Committee projections. Will need to create comparative framework from scratch. Confirm, clues into Horizon/Abominations is what Tyrant wants evaluated here?]
>He then stands and enables the projector module on his helmet.
[Once done compiling, can you project 3D recreation of the event for analysis?]
>Moving to a safe corner of the room, he directs his projector to cover the room.

>>394260
>Taking a marental step back to consolidate, Celery's ears wiggle in deep thought.
"I can scarcely believe this. Ninety percent of the Dynasty's half-mortals, pseudo-mortals, and others stripped themselves of life lengthening rituals, elixirs, or both. Most are deceased, whether on Tallus or in Elemental Planes. The Undead Vigil Light Cult aided a section of earth ponies, pegasi, and Gryphels which dispersed, eventually founding Stalliongrad. The rest spread apart, living among Elemarentals or teaching what should not have been.
I do know a few lived for two more centuries after the Dynasty's fall in eastern Saddle Arabia. There was a line of Dynastic towns, desert farms, reliquaries, oasis temples, small city-states, ritual sites, and Elemental laboratories which divided Saddle Arabia from the Deep Deserts.
When the Advanced Warp Gates sent to each were sabotaged, a catastrophic chain reaction destroyed all of those, creating the Burning Bridge. Over two million Saddle Arabians and at least nine hundred thousand Harpies, native, Otherworld, Planar, and Extra-Planar alike, perished.
From the Burning Bridge catastrophe, the Ones-Given-Soul came forth. Most of Tallus call them Eyes. That is what they are; they see everything from the perspective of those final momarents. They are the sole inhabitants of Eyeraq and know most of what transpired throughout the Dynasty, yet are beholden to protect the last remaining true Saddle Arabians.
Eyes are often compared to young Dragons whether native, Otherworld, or Planar. Few of Tallus can match them as they are unrivaled with Elemental spells, Sorceries, and are technically native Psions. Marely suspect them to be a damaged gestalt resulting from those losses, yet I do not know for sure as they never explain the circumstances of their existence.
Canterlot Underground travels there to study Dead Zones and chaotic Elemental storms. Each time they are escorted by hundreds of Eyes to protect and guard from those dangers."
>Eventually blinking after the mare's tiny lecture concludes, you recognize much of her knowledge as correct, though the number of losses among Saddle Arabians, Harpies, and various non-mortals was far more than Avernus knew of, and information regarding the Eyes was new as none had arrived in Tartarus.
>Snickering in a batpony like marener, the mature unicorn bats her eyes at you in sincere, devious praise.
"Hmph! What a loss for them! Tallus requires more positive discordant harmony and beloved chaos than it currently experiences. I do believe your marener should invoke a certain amount of both."
>Head tipping back in consideration, Celery's lips curl upwards in welcoming recall.
"I visited Village One, the first, to Village Five-Hundred Sixty-Two, those being founded until the Late Starborn period. They range from the tiniest of ponelets with spread out farmlands to a number of tiny, miniature cities. Inhabitants are Lunars of course. Some are dedicated to certain species, age ranges, or specific contaminations, though most are safe.
Grimoires are tomes which contain vast data regarding Elements, magic, and the two combined, specially for unicorns. They contain rituals derived from Mysticism, Sorcery, Elementalism, and sometimes Druidry or Necromarecy. Sometimes, lines may change when read and comprehended, often showing different interpretations. You may call them living records.
Charcoal sticks, especially the paper wrapped ones, are used to write, sketch, draw, and inscribe runes, symbols, glyphs, sigils, words, among others. I filled almost two hundred blank record tomes during those travels. They contain exciting knowledge of the Lunar Guardians, early Starborn, and their material working disciplines.
Appraising combines lore with functional and working knowledge. For example, kanpri takes well to being infused with Void, Metal, Lumin, and anti-elementals, yet has severe problems infusing aspects of Crystal, Ice, Ethereal, Dominion, and Water to the same."
>Turning her gaze down, eyes snap left and right several times before leaning in to whisper in a sprightly, clipped accent.
"I bear Five which are uncommon among Lunars.
Kineigh's Hateful Snort summons a being of Void, or The Black, to aid me for a short time. While some would normally be hostile, those whom accept must render their judgemarent as if it were my own.
Most are highly effective against Planar, Otherworld, Eldritch, and Abominations, with decent capabilities against Infected, Extra-Planar, Eldritch, and Malformed. They will not harm natives nor nnocents, oor inflict damage upon matter, energy, or Elements without proper cause.

Countless Shared Eyes summons a tiny remnant of Void, whether as a singular entity, or aspects in the tens to hundreds. It, or they, choose how to harm my enemies.
As Void recognizes each difference between innocence and guilt, they will shield the first, then furiously render the second into nothingness. That second can be most obscene. If sacrilege is found, there may be vast consequences.

Six Claws Drawn is an ancient blood magic rite. It invokes the first four batponies created by Cadence, holding one enemy of Tallus in order to be judged accordingly.
They cannot harm innocents and will spare nothing to cripple or slay those guilty of brutality. At the least they will bind one's ka and consciousness for several hours, or damage the body if there is neither of the first. At best they tear the soul apart, or ruin the body best as they can.
Batponies look upon such acts with caution. Should I invoke it dishonorably, they will avenge that slight in return. In all other aspects, they either pay no attention should the invocation be truly dealt... or send me a few hundred mangoes."

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>>394293
"Words of Black negate Fire, Ethereal, and Dominion, turning those energies into incoherent detonations. To lesser effect they will dampen Magma, Lava, and Plasma, including hybrids joined with Crystal, Ethereal, Earth, Stone, and Dominion.
They do not halt, cease, nor prevent Elements which are Void-aligned, particularly Nature, Moon, and certain forms of Metal. For those whom wrongfilly have such Elements, or associated materials, those are stripped from the offenders' possession.
If used against Spectrals and Undead, native to Tallus or not, they are dragged into The Black for utter destruction.
However, they are ineffective towards Revenants as those retain full awareness, knowledge, consciousness, ka, and part to whole of their physicality. A fair number of Revenants whom have been unfairly damned to exist beyond mortality. They are regarded as kin and as such are instead given aid.

Last yet never least, Lumin Skies is among the deadliest Grand Spells known. It creates a one to six hundred yard circular radius of Elemental Lumin shards, which are physically energetic in nature and may cause cascade detonate on large targets.
Lethally effective against Extra-Planar, Otherworldly, Planar, Spectral, and Undead beings alike, it also prevents those from enacting their energetic capabilities for some time."
>Amethyst prosthetic lifting to rub her chin, the mare offers a pleasant smile as she speaks in humorous tinges.
"Each of those times were QUITE desperate. Thus far I have not experienced a single negative, thus I am either fortunate or blessed to not be condemned for their uses."
>Eyelids half-closing for ten seconds, her ears swivel around in thought before nodding slowly.
"That explains much. There are records of Conclavists, Early Kingdom ponies, and Elemarentals whom willingly served out their crimes in Tartarus. Upon being released from imprisonmarent they were noted as bearing several lost forms of Aether Sorcery. Close equivalents of the second are only known in Neighsia, Zebraica, and in Saddle Arabia. Truly remarkable.."
>Light pink eyes fading out for a second, she blinks, head shaking several times before giving you a apologetic expression.
"I cannot help but to share. Should your time permit, I hereby request permission to visit and teach what I know. At least, that which is not Dynasty related since you likely know far more details than I, but I would love to compare notes."

>Peering over the mare's soft crysaflex bodysuit, then the internal liquid Rime tubes running throughout, several details are notable.
>The overall design is a late prototype, and while it did keep her well below freezing, necessary wing motions for extended flight had been drastically overlooked.
>Given the Crystal pegasi alignmarent for Airstream and Lightning, when combined with the unnatural-to-them Ice and Crystal, the overall design was intended to allow flight, but hadn't been custom fit to her dimarensions.
>Examining the tightly fit and overlapping crystalline sheet sockets supporting where wings met shoulders, you notice a possible fault: the combination of Lightning to Ice and Airstream to Crystal may be a compounding problem, one which seemed to be imitating natural friction.
>Peering at the leg joints, they were coated in standard, highly durable flexible Rimegel, similar to those used in light ExoFrames, which wasn't expected to perform rapid movemarents for long periods of time.
>Considering few pegasi studied engineering principles and the Empire's lack of knowledge on Crispies as a whole, the problem wouldn't be addressed without further study.

"Makes sense to me. If you have a clue about the problems I can tell our Crystal Forgers and Runesingers, maybe they'll know how to fix 'em."
>Giving a drawn out snort, the Crispy's free wings flaps in amused disdain.
"Can't even think about going there, our bodies DON'T work above forty Mahrenheit. I know some insect-eating batponies love the coastal regions though, lotta delicacies for them."
>Transferring the hoofband to you, a small crystalline disc is presented for your plate on her ring wing, waving it under before being stuck under side satchel.
"There ya go! If it ever needs repairs send a CrystalNet message to Kingdom Rimeworks Consortium, we'll get it fixed right away. And by 'we' I mean the real trademares. Crispies don't use Runes or similar, way too hard for us to make sense of."
>A ringing chime emits as two tiny screens appear, left showing the new InterPony measuring your specific harmonic bandwidths, the other displaying its cutout, a young mare, giving a short bow.
>Having used your dam's large hololith numerous times, the integral CrystalNet functions were highly familiar, various searches on standby.

"Should be easier to sign for it aneighhow. One minute please-"
>Flashing a delicate smile, the older mare's head tips down, tapping the artificial hoof.
"Just me! I have wonderful news for you: a Priority One client desires to purchase your contract, along with my cousin as Mareguard. Would you be willing to deliver both to small marension west of ours? She will be purchasing that entire block shortly. ......I do not mind in the slightest! She will greatly enjoy the aid. Her sire and dam are occupied at current and may not return to the Empire for some time............ absolutely! I shall take her to the marension shortly. See you then my dear!"
>Merrily snorting aloud, Celery's ears swivel in eager circles as she regards you with a proud expression.
"Lucent Honeysuckle is collecting her belongings and both contracts, she will arrive at the marension shortly. Your new Mareguard's name, is Lucent Nebula. My cousin is attending a Lorekeeper class and will require half an hour or so to move her possessions.
And yes, I am well aware of how rare it is to find two ponies of different species whom share a first name. It is quite amusing how opposite their poninalities are as well."

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>Left wingclaws reaching for the wooden box and slinging it onto her saddle to catch with the other set, Stellar's hood flops down over her eyes as she snickers.
"Then you should hear modern Navarch battlespeak. Uses cut terms, hybrid words, and short adhoc phrases like few others.."

>Knowing how common pegasi works, 've' is solely used as a negative modifier, while 'ke', shortened from kee and implying sharp batpony linguistics, suggests that listeners scrutinize further words.
>The active 'ne' signifies trouble or danger, otherwise properly assigning blame or fault, and 'hay' at the end of a sentence is used to focus attention onto a known problem.
>The closest approximation became 'negative events, sharp on blame, too late', in effect stating Sixth Fleet's capabilities had lagged to the point where the simulants knew their housings were poorly outdated, fully placing blame for their lazy actions.

*"Nae docks remain mine's self knowest, nae hold records auf. Upon Ninth Fleet's leave all was taken, save those mineself requireth an' left 'pon Arena holdings. Mayhaps on thee Moon's Blackest Side there be yet one.... nae cause havest I tae seek where mine ancestral kin sleep. Tae wakest their vessails beyest a grim unholy task, as tae dig 'part aen grave..."*
>Pausing after the morbid words, the Light Destroyer's hull turns matte before Guillotine emits a clicking exhale.
*"Nae, lifeweave an' lifeblaze of Shattering Skies caen be improved, awealth mineself havest scattered tae return with. 'pon transferrence ae both tae thee gunship, teach thee simulant mineself shall tae recompense properly an' deriveth what it mayest from mine records. Ae full dock auf Ninth Fleet beyest required tae grant full accord. Return mineself shall bearing aplenty tae share."*
>Making a full aerial roll in the air, the Light War Destroyer's rear propulsion assistance panels brighten slightly, skewing left before gliding southwest at a slow pace.
*"Ae shall 'pon white skies washing calmly ashore. Thee process center bears records, carry-hold bears interface. For thee Shattering Skies, nae, save allowest time. Simulant be properly taught akin, knowest it does of calmest skies an' riotous fury alike. It shall learn Common Equine from mineself's teaching.
Beyest well ye grace."*

>As you grab the heavy silver hardcase, it closes projected screens while the middle aged batmare gives the gunship's closing canopy a polite snooting, then hops down lightly.
>Checking to ensure the carry box wasn't in danger of falling apart, then eyes the command and control networking pillar shutting down, Stellar Claws shakes her head, snorting lightly as she strolls directly south.
"Hah! If I can stay awake long enough, usually I'm passed out by six. Spent a while studying the Bloodhosts. It's rare to see somepony pull off that number without passing out. Or worse."
>Halting at the southwestern most building right of the weapon covered southern entrance, the mare waves her left trio of wingclaws outwards, imposing a large cluster of Stars next to a pair of matching Watch Guard Lances.
>Bowing in its direction for eight seconds, she turns to click into the hostel, little had changed since the last time you'd entered.
>Retaining the low counter where Hodch's adopted daughter was currently missing from, and seating favored by ponies now hosted thirty Operators, mostly Original 100's, spreading out packs, satchels, and kit bags,
"-idn't toss all the MRE's out, got them piled in a back room. Decontaminated but won't be enough for all of us."
"Anyone have a fishing pole or one of those thin hooked spears?"
"If not we can order some from the City. You got gems?"
"Nope, left that bag in my room."
"Fuck. Tossed my pouch in one of the boxes."
"Whatever, they won't mind for a week. I know there's inland shrimp, lobsters, and fish in the southern swamps."
"Restaurant's got those big heatstones we could use."
"Heh, I know SOMEONE that forgot to ditch a hand line kit."
"Yeah?"
"It's me. I forget it exists half the time."
"You act like I don't packrat shit that never gets used either."
>Stellar motions behind the counter, stopping at a new stairwell cut into the central dividing wall, which most humans wouldn't have problem with save for the taller ones.
>Ears swivel as one of the older men whistles sharply, the batmare pulling her hood off with the left set of claws and swinging her head around.
"Yo Clem! One of the Void-touched said this place is going to be renamed after Dusk in a ritual. We're required to participate, but wouldn't say more."
>Shrugging to herself, she starts down the steps as a pair of Assault squad members begin pulling their weapons apart.
"Who's got a video recorder? Got some shit to sort out starting with what the fuck happened before that dipshit Bill nuked his own ass like a retard."
"Same. Wrote a report earlier. Didn't get a chance to file, but when I read it a few minutes ago.. well, half the words ain't mine."

>Down into a decently red lit tunnel, the walls smoothly transitioning from the gray scale above into compressed granite, twelve heavy, black wood doors on both sides showed renovations had been taken seriously.
>Knocking on the first pair of doors, dull chimes indicate occupancy, moving to the next.
>Finding door number three unoccupied, she nudges it open to peer in, then swings the door inwards, clicking in while slinging her box to the right.
>Lit by four lantern gems in each corner, a double wide bed in the center, two large black pillows and sheets atop, a short table with two short chairs right, and a small corner shower left, you could feel the temperature dropping quickly.
>Kicking each hoof out once, Stellar pulls her robe up to climb on the bed's left side, then flops over with a huff.
>Legs stretching out before curling into a rounded shape, she rubs her snout into the sheets for a sniff, both ears wriggling merrily.
"This isn't Equestrian cotton, grain is too smooth.. ah well, it'll do."

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>Thinking for a short time, Shiibo stares towards you in confusion, her right hand giving a 'what?' sign.
[Objectively critical data point; WHY sever Overherd connection & soul? Losing individual = Overherd detects loss + knows presence + gives information. Why use risk factor which exposes? Horizon only uses specific terror tactics but does NOT follow through/utilize other tactics?
Specific creation/processing/mutation of Anti-produced Abominations: questionable amounts + lacking details. Records provided on return, copies of Sun & Reaper memory reviews/interviews.]
>Using a calculated hop to land on Shiibo's left, the black alicorn steps forwards, extending her right wing out and fanning the anomalous symbol.
>Rippling like static, no matter how you attempt to understand it, definition and pattern were lacking, yet you can visibly see and know it exists from its hostile presence.
>Outermost primary feather pointing to you, then to her, Black Sun's face tightens, shaking her head before speaking a short line towards an exasperated Shiibo.
[States primary-secondary Anti effect: lack of definition? Not obfuscation.
Correct; destroying Horizon is Priority Zero for Sun/Black Sun & Nightmare/Reaper. Second delayed by widespread contamination & Construct action, presumed furious at current.
Basic framework established, full tasking priority set.]
>Sections of internal screens taken over, several images are taken, displaying them side by side: a sequence of unfamiliar geometrical patterns in an unfamiliar Euclidean array.
>Comparing back and forth, fractional deviations occur until the symbol is redefined into a new shape, another set of images are taken to compare against previous.
>It was nonsense taking illogical forms that shouldn't be possible.
>Finding no match or trace of familiarity, the effort causes your eyes to swim briefly until Shiibo closes both screens, giving an angered motion.
[We SEE it. We KNOW it is there. We do NOT know what it is, YET. How can an obtuse ellipse be a triangular cuboid? Equally anomalous/not anomalous at same time. Geometry that is not non-Euclidean/Eldritch/other.
Fact: these patterns do not EXIST sir. We are experiencing the echoes of a non-entity >:\]
>Taking a wide course around the Anti marking towards the barely touched southeast corner, Shiibo follows the Tyrant after you, both wearing a different version of disgust.
>Standing to your right and leaning against partially melted Lumen wall, the alicorn's outline flickers into insubstantial lines, speaking towards the avatar for some time, then nods at you, ears flicking in approving motions.
>Leaning against wall on your left, Shiibo folds her arms while listening, then looks down and right to you with a sour twinge.
[Yes sir, almost complete. This is.. interesting. Black Sun is able to 'share' memories in an obscure method. Best comparison: purely heat-derived magnetic controlling radiation, almost as if it were data volume comprised of digitized plasma.
Four Seasons rebuilt this scenario as well. Sun & Reaper initially effected by Class 6 or higher Anti. Actions not matching words + words not matching intentions + intentions not matching actions. This was before recognizing contamination specifics; considered interference to be various memory altering capacities at length. Study continued <5 weeks in isolation. Countermeasures discovered:
- Sun/Black Sun + Plasma (non-radioactive). Heat radiation + magnetics = degrade Anti effectiveness.
- Nightmare/Reaper + Lumin from Moon = destroys non-native & unnatural, primarily Otherworld.
- Cadence is Crystal, harmonics + resonance = disrupts Anti control.
- Changeling Acid-Psionicism (???) debases = weakens Anti command.
- Artificial Anti Cores created by Silver = Class 10 artificial nullifies Horizon's Class 10, Otherworld..
I am having severe difficulty comprehending nature & how-to of combining Elements in this manner. What does NOT do so? Sorcerors.
Fact: limited number of Sorcerors outside of Dynasty. Solution: integrate them, trade for mates, establish/breed new lineages, create schools for them.
Add silverine & gem composites. Useful for easing stress/strain/expenditure of rituals, but not primary factor: protective qualities unmatched. Weaponization laughably <marginal. Highly diplomatic, worked well until later stages of Middle Dynasty...
THAT BLIND CUNT!]
>Slamming her left fist against wall and rocking forwards, Shiibo asks several questions towards the Tyrant, the mare's head low for nearly a minute before answering.
>Arms thrown out wide in confusion for ten seconds, Shiibo grabs her face while thunking back onto wall, text scrolling in angered spurts.
[Four Seasons had proof Silver was infected the entire time, and none of them realized it. They thought she was being secretive to gain an edge over their adherents. Each time they explained why they required more composites, Silver claimed they "did not" understand what those were intended for. They were developed for defense. They were being USED FOR DEFENSE. SOMEHOW, Silver "believed" Four Seasons were planning for offense. Four Seasons never considered invading Dynasty, with or without cause!
Silver believed Four Seasons would take her achievemarents & improve them, causing humiliation. Dynasty's successes were NOT weaponized or abused! Four Seasons NEEDED Silver to understand the "defensive system" she believed she was in control of, had in fact been in control of her! The opposite of Anti IS its' own opposite! She reversed the system without recognizing it!
Horizon did not KNOW/INTEND to cause Dynasty's destruction. In desperation Silver perfected Anti to use against Four seasons. She failed. Saw her OWN reflection. Shameful. Dishonorable. Suicidally incompetent. Neglectful. Too late to change direction. One mare allowed her artificially inflated ego & pride to cause all of that.
No wonder she self-exiled. There is still no confirmation as to how/when/where/WHY Silver is an Otherworlder.]

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>>394375
>Glancing up right as her corner screen shows a 100% bar, Shiibo's head turns down to you, right hand giving an apologetic motion.
[I have recompiled Black Sun's memory of this specific engagement. Displaying now.]
>Irritation steadily decreasing, the avatar's left hand stretches out, projections taking shape as her expression blackens.
>Imposing the figures of eighteen equines and one Harpy on bed, the position for each is adjusted until Shiibo nods.
>Revising those shapes into completely mutated, unrecognizable forms from 1.6 to 3.9 factors larger than the original individual, the most notable aspect you recognize from each Abomination: raw, uncompromising lethality.

>The 'head' portion expands, creating a variety of partially familiar carnivorous skulls, drastically overbuilt structures including thick hide to prevent bulging musculature from tearing through.
>Two patterns of jaw structures form: the first similar to a shark crossed with a long canid, double sets of wide, cruelly shaped teeth partially recurved for tearing a target apart; a line of heavily curved tusks set below the jawline seemed outwardly unusual, but were obviously meant to deal with targets attempting to strangle.
>The second is a wide maw, partially an early reptilian shape with the thick, overbuilt set jaw of a boar, large misshapen fangs intended for ripping, supplemented by thin needles of pseudo-bone surrounding the eyes.
>Each of the equine bodies are reshaped to an almost standard, highly angular and predatory form, reminiscent of a slim ursine crossed with a sighthound and combined to a dolphin.
>Replacing equine legs for heavy bone-supported pseudo tendrils, the structure present in each joint was highly unique: flexible enough to have near complete rotation, possibly mimicking a swivel base.
>Curved blades distinctly imitating claws of seemingly random numbers, fully replace the hooves; thick, exterior tendon-like structures support each, allowing for maximum destruction.
>Moderately changed from its original form, the Harpy's bone structure and musculature are merely bulked to unreasonable degrees, skin stretching open to reveal heavily striated bundles.
>The diminutive, tiny claws on both hands and feet elongate, then greatly exaggerate into 8" long, heavily serrated versions, the jaw twisting into a primeval octopi-like beak, skull flattened and elongating into someTHNG reminiscent of an archaic squid's boney skull, both eyes dulling, then forced sideways to become faintly like those of an early raptor's.
>Head returning down to regard you to with a flat stare, Shiibo's thought is felt in a raging imprint:
[No, sir. These are NOT known to our omniverse, the Committee's projections, or my own simulations. Replaying now. This.... is going to take a LONG time to show properly.]
>Gesturing outwards, her right hand splays apart this time:

>In half gravity, firm approximations of the reversed kite shield doors open, a smiling Princess Celestia, bearing her typical regal crown, saddle covered by a thick, fine dark blue cloth mattress which covers halfway down the barrel, printed with her Cutie Mark of course, and a set of bright gold hoofboots halts.
>Stopping cold upon seeing the nineteen Abominations clustered on the bed, each face her with zero mood present on their faces.
>The Sun's eyes glaze instantly, jaw dropping in shock.
>You recognize the immediate, heavy Anti exposure, Celestia unmoving as each of the creatures leaps towards her in a near-perfectly coordinated, synchronized circle, bouncing off floor, walls, and ceiling with incredible speed, front claws extended and jaws opened.
>Standing with the right forehoof placed on one of the left wall dressers, an alicorn mare, defined in the colors described prior, begins turning her head.
>Replay slowing to 25% speed, the Abominations arrive in under two seconds, claws tearing into her chest, barrel, neck, and face, heads swinging around with jaws wide open, biting deeply into saddle, flanks, rump, and rear legs.
>Shuddering briefly, the Sun flares: slight, pulsing ripples of red-orange burst from within her body, melting the claws and fangs tearing into the Sun.
>Slowing the replay to 10% speed, as the Abominations puncture, rent, gouge, tear, and shred into Celestia's body, barely controlled, concussive detonations of Plasma erupt, expulsing them directly opposite of her injuries.
>Tearing large chunks of the Solar alicorn free, the Abominations recoil in flight, not from pain or shock as one would logically think, but from the blinding maelstrom of Plasma tearing into them.
>Fear, terror, horror, and agony marking her face, the Solar Princess throws her head backwards, then forwards in slow motion, lips forming to scream one word: 'Luna!'
>Eyes and head snapping left as the Abominations begin crashing into floor, ceiling, walls, bed, and dressers, an insane rage takes over Celestia's face, creasing to snarl in a marener that you could never have thought an equine could make.
>Wings flaring up and back in unbridled hostility, a motion neither Mercy or Twisted Wing had ever displayed, the Sun dips left, legs swiveling to propel her towards Horizon, eyes swiveling left on the Otherworld threat while her head begins snapping rightwards.
>Spewing a volatile, wholly uncontained stream of raw Plasma at the far rightmost reptilian Abomination, it had struck the eastern wall at a short angle on what was once its saddle.
>Folded over as it was, the spine snapped and unable to remove rear legs, the beyond blue-hot plume immolates it into the wall fully.
>Phasing into existence right in front of the getaway bedroom's doors, the Reaper, in her far more batpony like alternate form, springs right and forwards without hesitation at the closest Abomination, spun over and impacting face-first into floor, the neck snapped yet jaw continuing to move, massive wingclaws stretching forwards and shards of Lumin form, then streak the air around her.