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   Another Wednesday morning had come, and Quiver rose from his bed and emerged from his bedroom, the house seeming emptier than before. He actually didn’t mind, as it was quiet, and he’d long been appreciative of peace and quiet. Nor did he feel guilty over what had happened the previous day, only that he’d been foolish enough to be strung along as long as he’d been, and that he hadn’t sought help sooner. His father was wrong, at least in this case; you could count on some ponies to save your life.   If he felt anything for Luster right now, it was pity. But she had made her choices, and she would pay the cons

Chapter Five: A Night with Applejack   “Well, sounds like y’all had a right pleasant evenin’.”   “We did, yes.” Fluttershy hoped that the embarrassed blush on her face wasn’t too obvious, given she’d woken up cuddling Sunset that morning as if she were a giant, warm teddy bear. “I do feel bad that she couldn’t stay with us longer, but we have so little room.”   “Good thing that won’t be a problem out at the farm.” Applejack followed her friend into the town’s animal shelter, taking a second as she entered the brightly-lit lobby to kneel down and gr

Facing the Night A Transformers: Armada Story By William Rendfeld   Frenzied activity took place within the Ark’s medical bay, Red Alert already at work prepping equipment as Hot Shot and Crosswise stormed in, the unconscious Blurr carried between them with Jolt, Incinerator and the Emergency Team following, the former pair carrying the blue and grey Autobot’s severed arm. “Report!”   “He’s been hurt bad! That thing, whatever it was, sliced his arm off with some kind of energy blade!”   “Internal damage is extensive.” Riding a rising platform up onto a berth’s operating console

   Nights on Animatros tended to be quiet and peaceful. From the right corner of the planet, assuming their view was not blocked by the weather, an individual could look up into the sky and get an excellent view of the stars overhead. On nights like that, Scourge would often find himself standing on the edge of Valley One, their primary settlement, his optics cast upwards and darting from star to star. This time, however, he wasn’t alone. “You may as well come and ask what I’m doing, old friend. You aren’t going to get an answer otherwise.”   “My apologies.” Snarl emerged from the shadows and took h