Limitless Skies Ch16Chapter 16More Like This
The Stage is Set
With the light of the full moon lighting her way and a navy cloak covering her scars and weapons, Silvia made her way through Canterlot in hopes of finding Equinox before he could hurt anypony else. As she continued through the dark desolate city her rage filled expression made her intentions obvious as an unknown voice came from an alley, “Psst… miss Silvia?... where might you be going at this hour?”
Silvia stopped and looked at a cloaked stallion as she replied, “Who are you?... a member of the Cutters?”
The cloaked stallion put the hood on his head down and replied, “I'm afraid not miss Silvia. You see, the Cutters are no more.”
Silvia replied to the familiar stallion, “Fancy Pants? Wait, what do you mean by, no more?”
Limitless Skies Ch15Chapter 15More Like This
The Hostile Takeover
Octavia stepped out and approached her cello case as it sat in the middle of the stage. When she looked into the crowd, she was amazed to see a substantial number of Bat ponies in the audience. Though she was surprised to see something too odd to be a coincidence, she held her emotionless expression as she looked at Phi Phi behind the bar who could only look back with an expression that said, “I know… I see it too.”
Octavia nodded back as she opened her cello case, Picked up her cello, bowed, and begin playing a melancholy tune. As the song progressed, Octavia acted as if she was closing her eyes to concentrate on the music but in actuality, she was only closing them enough to observe the crowd without bringing attention to herself. With no way of identifying whether or not her eyes were truly closed, Octavia looked over the crowd
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0253 hours, Wednesday, February 14, 1973.
I am trying not to panic but the only thing I found by the crate was one of Sniper's arrows and not actually Sniper. There was a little blood but so little that it might have come from a wound he sustained during the fight from earlier. I think he is still alive because he is not here, but what caused him to leave? Hopefully he wasn't stupid enough to try to run out through the door when he saw the situation deterioraHOLEN SIE SICH WEG VON MIR
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Sorry. I was running-- well, rolling, I do not have legs so I do not, ah, yes. I passed the cell I had been held in earlier and I was not looking where I was going and someone grabbed my coattails that are not really coattails. The sudden jerk from the grab almost knocked me over, but I managed to keep my balance as
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0329 hours, Wednesday, February 14, 1973.
This is the end. I have passed beyond all hope of redemption. What I have done is inexcusable, and I have no doubt that I will face the full repercussions of my actions. But what else could I have done? I could not have stood idly by and simply allowed him to be killed!
I recall the look I saw on Herr Gray's face when Herr Engineer pried the door from its hinges. There was a slight tilting of the brows, and his eyes widened a noticeable amount while his posture became rigid. Herr Engineer noticed it too, I think. His robotic exterior trembled as he stalked toward him into the room. His eyes seemed almost to glow brighter as they found the man's shape, and when he spoke it was in a quiet, still voice. It unnerved me.
E-001: I never thought I'd be happy to see you, Gray.
Herr Gray met the gaze evenly though his expression did not change. His back was to the wall;
Spirit of Soldier 4.2More Like This
A man was meditating in the forest. He could hear the birds in the trees and the wind whistling through the branches. The air carried the scent of rain and the distant, cold promise of winter. The sky was a steel gray and the moss beneath him was damp and soft.
He was staring at his hands. They were large and calloused from so much fighting. He could see many burn marks across his skin, along with reminders of arrows, knives, and especially bullets. He traced them with his fingers and flashes of battle seared his mind. There were so many he couldn't recall which time he'd been shot or burned or stabbed had left which scars.
Normally such instances would be painful, but since someone had released him from the helmet, being possessed by that thing was already feeling like a bad dream.
How long had it been? 5 years? 10? Longer? He was free now, free to run and sing and protect the planet from evil, evil Mann as he'd been bo
Limitless Skies Ch 14Chapter 14More Like This
The K-7 Limitless
Allen looked through his cracked goggles as he hammered a red-hot rivet in a small metal part. As he continued, he heard a slight knocking sound over the drill as he stopped what he was doing and looked towards the door to the shed. When he saw Derpy standing there with a plate of muffins’ he removed his goggles and smiled, “Hey Derpy? You need anything?”
Derpy shook her head as she replied, “I was just wondering if you wanted a snack… you know… for your big day. I accidently made too many and I wanted to see if they were good or not.”
Allen smiled as he looked at the plate of Blueberry muffins, and took one, “sure, let’s see how they turned out.”
As Allen took a bit of the muffin, he could only frown a
Limitless Skies Ch 13Chapter 13More Like This
Sons and Daughters
As the three travelers reached a hilltop that overlooked Ponyville Allen smiled, “No place like home, right Derpy?”
Derpy smiled, “Yep, um I gotta check on a few things. I'll come visit you later Allen.”
As Derpy started to fly away Silvia asked, “Is everything alright Derpy?”
Derpy smiled, “everything is fine. I just gotta see if anything’s changed at home.”
Allen nodded his head, “Well alright; I'll be at my house if you need me.”
Derpy nodded her head as she flew away into the distance. As Allen and Silvia continued into town by hoof, Silvia asked, “Speaking of which, where does Derpy live?”
Allen replied, “Her parents own a home not too far into town. She stays with them.”