Bronies Beyond The Stars [B.B.T.S]

People... who don't like them. I don't know

 

Lol.

 

dec 4
so hype

 

That's strange, the layout hasn't changed for me...

 

I hated that layout.

 

propley alredy posted but

 

http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=058y-OPZa8g&feature=related
what i'm listening to right now.
dare you to listen to it till it stops

 

wow mine looks nothing like that =p
thats good for me then i gess lol

 

So yeah, here's my progress on the new fic so far:

BBTS Adventure #6:​

Changing Times​

The pale gray pony, wrapped in a thin blanket, shivers inside the unheated metallic basement. Time had not treated her well; the infection on the stump here her glorious horn once was is beginning to take its toll on the poor alicorn, but without proper antibiotics, she could do nothing to stop the patogens from seeping deep into her now fragile body. All she could do now is to sit on her straw mat of a bed, waiting patiently for a certain colt to emerge from the poorly-constructed operating room on the other side of the rusting steel wall. To distract her from this terrible situation, she closed her eyes in order to envision the times she once had in the rather-distant past:
Her name is Zailiner. Just two years ago, she was the co-ruler of clan that went by the name of Bronies Beyond the Stars, a rather popular clan of mostly bony bounty hunters that hunted down countless felons, evildoers as well as masterminds that tries to take over the Milky Way times and again. Their exploits were legenday, and she was amongst the greatest assets the clan has ever had. In fact, the only other pony that could have rivaled her was the leader of BBTS that went by the name of MoshiMoshi, a pink pony capable of wielding a pink bazooka bigger than herself. Together, the two leaders were unstoppable; they traversed across systems after systems, stomping out villains as they emerged, and kept the galaxy safe for those that seek to harm it. However, their exploits became their downfall, as certain organizations began to view them as a possibly hindrance to their mysterious plans for galactic domination. A mysterious organization that went by the name of the Syndicate decided to ambush them on a fateful night, and tore their space station asunder. Fortunately, most of the BBTS clan members managed to retreat through the escape pods, Zailiner herself included. However, Moshi failed to retreat from her own space station in time, and received the full brunt of an atomic explosion as her precious station blew to pieces. When the Syndicate retreated, and when the atomic radiation died down, Zailiner found Moshi’s charred, but breathing body amidst the wreckages of the space station, clinging desperately to the leaking oxygen supply just as his consciousness begins to fade. The gray alicorn managed to drag the charred warrior onto a nearby planet named A-Trixy prime just in time to receive news of the Syndicate’s victory over the entire galaxy; somehow, they have gained control of the majority of the galactic counsel, and, before anyone can react to this terrible news, they have outlawed all mercenaries and bounty hunters within the entire system. Anyone that dared to persecute criminals are being branded as criminal themselves, and those that dared to continue their spree of justice is hunted down by the syndicate’s private army. Being the wanted mares that she is, Zailiner could not take the badly injured Moshi to any hospitals, clinics or wards for fear of persecution, fortunately, she had located an illegitimate scientist who was willing to operate on Moshi, in order to make him better again. For two years, they hid underneath an abandoned bunker, collecting scraps and medicine in order to fix the dying colt bit, by bit, by bit. And in those two years, the world fell around poor as criminals ran rampant in the streets. With each passing day, the alicorn found her job to be increasingly difficult, as criminals and the government attacked her on sight. The countless bruises on her body aches, but she felt a breath of contention in her, because the illegitimate doctor had informed her of the possibility of Moshi finally waking up once more by the end of today’s surgery. With any luck, the great leader she once knew might finally re-awaken once more, and the two of them can finally-
The iron door made a sharp screech as it was heaved agape with some effort. A light-blue pony with a full head of muddled white hair, twitchy hooves, and a broken horn, coupled with a bloody lab coat as well as a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stepped out of the makeshift operating room.
The twitchy doctor spoke in a solemn tone: “Ah, yes, miss Zailiner. The operation has reached its conclusion; you may come in now.”
“Oh for Celestia’s sake, how is he doing doc?” Zailiner asked in a rather wispy tone.
“Oh, I think that’s for you determine, yes?” The doctor calmly motioned for the alicorn to enter the operating room. “I think I did a… rather wonderful job, with all the equipment that I was supposed to… improvise with. Come inside and have a look; I think you will either be pleasantly surprised, or try to kill me; either way is fine, eh?”
The pale-gray mare shed her ragged blanked and tried her best to stumble over into the operating room. For two years, she has poured her heart into reviving the charred warrior, and now her efforts are finally about to be paid off. Her eyes are feeling woozy just from standing up, but she could see him, on the operating table, sleeping.
“Finally, after all these years; we’re finally together again.” With the infection coursing through her arteries, Zailiner felt a sudden drop in her blood sugar.
“Um, miss Zailiner, you don’t look quite that well there.” The light-blue doctor reached out his hooves right as the pale-gray mare began to collapse into the operating floor. “Perhaps you should take a tiny break, yes?”
“Ha… me and moshi, we’re the best team ever.” The gray mare struggled to keep her eyes open for long as physically possible. “When we’re together again, we’ll be unstoppable. Put a thousand syndicate scums between us, and we’ll kick them all the way… back to their mama crying. Yeah… after all these time, we’re finally together again… we’ll be… unstoppable….
Once….
More....”
The light-blue colt carried the unconscious mare back into her hay-bed, and covered her with her near-torn blanket. “You just rest now, Miss Zailiner; I know exactly what to do with Moshi, and exactly what to say to him.” The light-blue colt gently cosed the operating door shut, and picked up a tarnished cattle prod from the end table.
“Given the circumstances, I did the best I could. There are times where I wondered about the dangers of using an rusty scalpel, or a recycled syringe needle, but this tough son-of-a-colt managed to sit through all those operations in one piece.” The blue colt bent down, and plugged the extension cord that connected to the near-broken cattle prod into the electrical socket below the blood-stained operating table. The cattle-prod sparked itself to life akin to firework, spraying the sparks through the metallic room.
“I COULD wait until you wake up through natural means” The blue doctor colt raised the cattle prod high up into the air, “but that’s simply too mundane and, frankly, boring. And since Miss Zailiner isn’t here to stop me, why not start this thing with a bit of dramatic flair?”
With a sudden thrust, the mad doctor jabbed his unconscious patient with the active cattle prod.
“Wakey Wakey, eggs and Moshi!”
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A strong jolt of energy coursed through Moshi’s newly-constructed body, waking up all of his cells within his body. The colt rose up with a horrifying scream, all of his memories from two years ago rushed back into his cranium all at once, causing a sudden jolt of intense spasm throughout his being. Moshi screamed louder than he ever did, rising up from underneath his surgical covers, as if waking up from a horrifying nightmare. It wasn’t until about an entire minute after his unwarranted shock therapy had he realized his disposition; he is no longer familiar with his surroundings.
With a puzzled look on his face, the clan leader turned to the only blue colt in the room, and inquired:
“Alright, I’ll be frank; where in Tartarus are all my crew members? Are they hurt?”
The blue colt was rather taken back by his blunt and rather unconventional queries. “You know, the first thing ponies generally ask when waking up form a two-year coma inside of an abandoned and very much run-down makeshift operation room are usually in the tones of ‘where am I?’ and less in terms of ‘what happened to the rest of my mercenary buddies?’” The twitchy doctor sauntered toward his bloody end-table, and retrieved a surprisingly well-preserved green-rimmed hand-mirror from the drawer with the least amount of rust caked on it. He held up the mirror, as steadily as he possibly could, and gently shoved it unto his patient.
“My name is Franswicz,” the blue twitchy colt announced. “Despite operating on you for two whole years, you may NOT call me a doctor, for I simply don’t have the license for it.”
The twitchy doctor motioned for Moshi to gaze upon the mirror in his hands. “Your friend found your charred and barely living body and carted it out to me for repairs. For two years, I have been collecting certain… parts from those who no longer needs them, in order to patch you up as best as I ponily could. However, I don’t have the correct body parts in order to make you back to what you once were, and so, you may find yourself to be a bit… altered.”
Moshi gazed back into the mirror, and saw an image he was not quite expecting. The pony that stared back at him had a light-green skin from head to hoof, and a head of deep-green mane. However, the pair of surprises that shocked him the most are the two functional Pegasus wings firmly planted unto his back.
“I’m… a Pegasus now?!” Moshi rubbed his hooves against his sturdy wings in an attempt to dispel this “illusion”.
“Ah, yes. They were… harvested from your sympathizers, for you see, there were more of us before you woke up. However, we fought against the Syndicate with stones and planks. All of the others gave their lives in order to keep you safe; and when they died, they offered me the resources necessary to-“
“To bring me back.” Moshi completed the doctor’s sentence in a rather solemn voice. “They died to protect me; their blood is on my hands.”
“Yes, well, don’t beat yourself up for this… minor setback. What matters is that you are alive, and capable of fighting against the plague cast upon the galaxy.” Doctor Franswicz gave the newly-formed Pegasus a lift down onto the ground. “In the two years that you are in a coma, the organization that crippled your base took over the galactic counsel, and made ponies like you into criminal.”
The doctor consolidated the last of his items into a cloth bag, and heaved it onto his back. “Now that you are capable of walking again, we can finally plan our next moves without having to worry about leaving this place undefended. The Syndicate is bearing down on us, but we have planned a way out of this rock. There’s an industrial-sized news cruiser landing here tonight; you and I are going to hijack the ship, and all of us can blast off form this Celestia-forsaken planet before the feds came down onto us like a pack of-“
“Woah, hold on just a minute here!” Moshi interrupted the old colt before he could have finished his thought process. “I am NOT going to hurt innocent civilians just to make things right again! Two wrongs don’t make a right, and I’m not the kind of pony that will hurt others for no reason!”
“Oh, but I’m afraid you do.” The doctor lifted the unconscious alicorn up from her hay stack, and plopped her down into the operating table. Moshi was rather shocked to see his oldest of friend lying down on the operating table, bruised and battered beyond a normal pony’s tolerance, an infection brewing up from the sawed-off stump that was once her prized alicorn horn. He could not help but to utter:
“What the?! Just what in Tartarus happened to her?!”
“Yes, well, about that….” Franswicz averted his gaze from the wounded and unconscious alicorn, “She sustained those bruises whilst getting the supplies for your surgery; but I was the one who cut off her horn-
A red mist came upon Moshi, and with a quick flex of his hooves, the raging green Pegasus pinned the twitchy doctor to a nearby steel wall.
“You better give me a darned good reason for cutting off her horn, right here, right now!”
“I had no choice!” The doctor trembled as he stared at Moshi’s second front hoof pointing straight at him. “By the time your bleeding body was carted into my house, you are nothing less than a pile of smoked flesh! It took us a miracle to bring you back, a miracle… that is that alicorn’s horn!”
The twitchy doctor can already see Moshi’s intense brows tightening ever further despite his best efforts to explain his motives.
“The alicorn horn is now inside of you; not only can you use the wings of a Pegasus, you can also utilize the alicorn’s powers to your own devices! And now, she is suffering from a huge infection, but as long as you stick to the plan, and hijack that news cruiser, we can get the antibiotics from the med-bay, and treat her so she can-”
Before the mad doctor could have finished his speech, Moshi’s hoof landed squarely on the side of the doctor’s jaws. “And that’s your twisted sense of justification for hurting my best friend?! I’d rather die than to make her suffer like some sort of animal!”
“She was the one who told me to do this! She wanted to suffer, so you can live!”
Despite the doctor’s incessant pleas, Moshi was relentless with his punches.
“I didn’t call for this to happen! People DIED because of me! My friends suffered because of me! And now… now you want me to ruin more people’s lives in order to save my dying friend! This is messed up! Everything is messed up!”
Suddenly realizing what he had done, the green Pegasus’ hooves stopped, and he backed away from the bruised doctor, and retreated to a corner of the room. Franswicz can taste the metallic scent of blood dripping from his cut lips; he wiped his mouth with his hooves as he rose up from the dusty floor.
“Moshi, I agree with you. Nothing in this world is what it used to be, but unless you have the guts to do what has to be done, things will remain this way for a good, long time.”
The blue colt extended hooves toward the green Pegasus: “If you refuse to make more sacrifices, the ponies that died for you would have died for naught; so, unless you want to nullify the work all of us have invested into you, I believe the two of us have some work to do.”
Moshi could not take his eyes off his sleeping comrade lying face-up on the operating table. After what seemed to be an eternity of silence, the Pegasus rose form the ground, and gently carried his best friend on his back. The Pegasus turned his gaze toward the weathered doctor, and uttered:
“Fine. I guess it’s high time we get ourselves a ship.”

 

Cool!

 

awww,
only on page 4094

 

I see that you have already seen all of the weird stuff that was going on...like always...

 

I'm insulted.
*Pouts*

That reminds me of the time when I turned your feet into the power puff girls...

Dammit to hell with this ^This posts,
There as bad as just typing in "lol"

Really?
I would just point my gun at them,
I guess that's why I could never be a guard...

Oh hell yes,
All of my yes in this comment.
Can NOT wait to see it.

But sometimes it is,
If played out right then killing of a character can create a deep emotional impact.
Take the hunger games for example (There won't be any spoilers in here)
They don't just kill some characters randomally,
There is one character that dies and you feel like shit when it happens,
Sure it's sad,
But it's what makes the book so great.
Because of the brilliant writing that went into it.

If you don't already have a answer,
I say yes that you should do it.

I see your posting updates on the fic...
Looks like I'm going to have to ignore those until it's done like last time...

 

I missed that post. Kill Zai.

Also, the posts so far are amazing.

 

I believe you in that I read his past stories,
But like last time I refuse to read it until it's done.
it's better that way for me personally.

 

I usually feel like that, I hate only getting half-way through something, or not seeing the fully polished product; I read it out of pure boredom though.

 

seen it before..but SOOO MUCH WIN