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- >"Are we there yet, Twilight?"
- >You rolled your eyes.
- "Rainbow, that's the SIXTH time you've asked me that in the last fifteen minutes!"
- >"Well maybe if we HURRIED UP, I wouldn't have to ask so often!"
- >You groan and look up from your map.
- "Rainbow, hurrying up wouldn't accomplish anything! This is a scientific expedition! We're here to map the unexplored regions of the Everfree Forest, not race!"
- "...I see no reason why we can't do both."
- >"I swear Rainbow, you gotta one-track mind if I ever seen one."
- >Oh boy, here we go.
- >True to form, Applejack and Rainbow IMMEDIATELY launched into an argument.
- >You groaned and did your best to ignore it.
- >Honestly, you loved your friends, but sometimes they were just...
- >You were on what might prove to be the greatest expedition in pony history, and all they could do was BICKER!
- >It was enough to drive a pony to madness.
- >"Twilight! Heeeey, Twiliiiight! I found something!"
- >Speaking of madness...
- "Yes, Pinkie?"
- >"Fluttershy and I found something!"
- "...Is it another colorful frog?"
- >"....Nooo..."
- "Is it a-"
- >"Twilight, just come see it already! I've never seen anything like it!"
- >You roll your eyes.
- "Alright, Pinkie. A small detour can't hurt, I guess."
- >She giggles and bounces away, and you follow her.
- >"It's juuuust over here."
- >You follow Pinkie throught he underbrush, grimacing as she reaches down and pulls at something with her mouth.
- >Once again, you're thankful for ma-
- >You get a better look at the thing Pinkie's tugging at.
- "Sweet Celestia..."
- >Its moving.
- Anon's Perspective.
- >...........
- >...............REPAIRS COMPLETE.
- >AWAKEN.
- >Your arm twitches.
- >That is the first thought, the first sensation, that comes to your mind.
- >Images, flaring bits of green light and almost forgotten memory, flash through your mind.
- >You are....you are....your name....what is your name?
- >You activate your eyes, metal sliding away from glowing orbs as you sit up.
- >The sky is blue. Atmosphere mostly oxygen, mix of nitrogen. Living microbes everywhere your powerful orbs can view.
- >You are surrounded by trees.
- >You remembered the sound of trees.
- >The feeling of the sun on your face.
- >The wind at your back.
- >Memories.
- >Your head twitches, ever so slightly, as you feel your mind struggle to dig through a thick haze in your memories.
- >You were...there was something...just out of reach....the forest was familiar...everything was...
- >There is something on your foot.
- >You look down....way down.
- >There is a pink animal.
- >Trying to eat your toe.
- "......"
- >The animal looks up at the sound with wide eyes, and you feel immediately repulsed.
- >There is something disgusting about this creature...inherently so...yet you can't put your finger on it. It is both familiar and infuriating at the same time.
- >"OHMYGOSHTWILIGHT, IT'S A HORNLESS MINOTAUR!"
- >"That thing's....bigger than a minotaur, Pinkie."
- >You lean over, placing one hand on the ground as you bend low to get a better look at the creatures before you.
- >Biologicals. Equines. Bearing signs of shaping by the Ancient E-e-e-e-e-e-
- >Biological equines.
- >You felt a sense of wordless...something...that you couldn't quite describe.
- >"Ummm...hello? Mister...giant...metal...biped thing? Can you talk?"
- >Your eyes scan over the small creature's neck.
- >It would take five pounds of pressure per square inch to shut off blood flow to it's brain.
- >An even more miniscule amount of pressure to snap its neck.
- >You could do it with two fingers.
- >The larynx was shaped similar to...to....to....
- >Your memory stalls again.
- >You analyze it's speech patterns, voiced and voiceless phonemes, throat shape, and structure of it's skull in the span of seconds.
- >Its language would be child's play to pronounce.
- >You chose not to speak.
- "...."
- >The purple one flattens it's...you can't remember the word...and grins sheepishly at you.
- >You cock your head to the side. Is this a display of aggression?
- >Flashes of memory, bared roaring teeth and vicious, cruel grins, play through your mind.
- >No...not aggression...despite...despite....despite....
- >"Mister? What can we...call you?"
- >You did not know.
- >"What...what ARE you?"
- >Your mind raced, flickering over images, memories, visions.
- >...You did not know.
- >Well...we have to call you something...."
- "..."
- >You were at a loss. What was this creature? Where were you?
- >"Oh, oh, ooooh! Pick me pick me!"
- >"...Pinkie?"
- >"We can call him the Iron Giant!"
- >"...Pinkie, I'm pretty sure that's not iron. I'm not even sure if it's...metal."
- >Metal...
- >That sparked some curiosity in you, but only faintly.
- >It was another connection, another wire that led to no where.
- >"Ummm...we can...I mean if we..."
- " A...non."
- >Your voice was deep...rumbling...metallic.
- >You did not enjoy the sound of it.
- >The two creatures stiffen, and behind a tree, you see a third crouch low as it's heart rate increases drastically.
- >"Is that...is that it's name?"
- >You are...you can't find the phrase for it.
- >Not pleased.
- >You had just combed your mind for every possible piece of knowledge related to the query put forward to you by the equines.
- >All you could remember was what you told them. A-non.
- >"Is it alright if we call you that?"
- "..."
- >"...I'm assuming that's a yes."
- >"I-Is he safe?"
- >"He's harmless, Fluttershy! Real big, and kinda scary looking, but he seems kinda...not all there, ya know?"
- >The pink one rolls its eyes and taps her hoof on her head.
- >You should feel something about this, you think.
- >All you can muster is confusion and further frustration.
- >As you stare at the tiny equines, another comes trotting around the corner, slowly.
- >An offensive shade of yellow with a pink mane.
- >She uses it like a guard's shield, hiding behind her hair as she stares up at you.
- >"Oh...my..."
- >"See, Fluttershy!? Perfectly safe!"
- >You examine her a little more closely, prompting an 'eep' and a retreat behind her mane.
- >You feel something like an ache in your chest cavity.
- >"He's...g-giant! And...s-scary..."
- >"But harmless!"
- "..."
- >A groaning, metal sound issues from your vocal mechanics.
- >All three equines look at you in a mixture of fascination in terror.
- >Eventually, the purple one starts asking questions.
- >"Why is he here? Where did he come from...I have so many questions!"
- >The two other equines stare at their purple friend.
- >"Girls, we CAN'T leave him out here! Whatever he is...he's something new! Undiscovered! We have to study him!"
- >"But...ummm...Twilight...where will he stay?"
- >The pink equine and the purple one look at the yellow one.
- >The yellow one is shaking in her...hooves?
- >"But he's so...I mean he's so....big and...metal...and...his face..."
- >Was there something on your face?
- >You absentmindedly paw at the smooth metal with one thin, sharp finger.
- >All seemed to be in order.
- >Whatever order for you was, anyway.
- >Order was important. Order was what kept the ene-the ene-the ene-...
- >The pink one giggles.
- >"His head's going the sparky thing again!"
- >"Oh my! The poor thing's hurt!"
- >There is a blur of yellow, and your eyes slow everything down as you watch the winged yellow one approach your head.
- >You scan it's face for signs of aggression and find none. It holds no weapons. It's hooves seem soft and are certainly incapable of harming you.
- >You do not react as it circles your head and taps at the back of your cranium.
- >"There's...something stuck in here..."
- >She stops talking, and you feel a light tugging at the back of your skull.
- >"Eeep!"
- >She flies back around, cowering on the ground.
- >"It...started sparking...worse..Twilight, Pinkie, you girls are right! We can't just leave him out here!"
- >"...Do we even know it's a him?"
- >"Not important, Twilight! He's hurt!"
- >"Well then...what do we do?"
- "..."
- >They flinch as you try to vocalize, again.
- >Failure. It only causes more frustration.
- >"...I can...take him back to my cottage...if that's okay, I mean. We can keep him there..."
- >"I'll tell the Princess! And then we can run a few tests...ask some questions...."
- >"TWILIGHT! He's injured! We can worry about testing once he's better!"
- >The creatures begin to bicker, and you feel your annoyance overtake you.
- >You should do...something...
- >"It's decided, then. He'll stay at Fluttershy's until he's better."
- Day 2.
- >The yellow one was to provide you with shelter.
- >You understood this on some level, even as you stared at her layering leaves between two trees for you to sit under.
- >She found your stare uncomfortable.
- >You knew this, but had no other way to view. Blinking was impossible.
- >You sat under her shelter, watching her tiny avians cluck and run around in circles outside of their miniature dwelling.
- >It was a calming sight.
- >You had combed your mind six thousand, seven hundred and fifty two times in the last 48 hours.
- >Nothing but frustration and the memory of a memory greeted you.
- >You knew you knew this world. You just didn't know how. Or why.
- >Or what your purpose here was.
- >It was a world of the Ol-ol-ol-ol
- >"Anon?"
- >You stop trying to remember at the concerned voice of the yellow one.
- >"You're hurting yourself again! How can you get any better if you keep doing that, Mister! You burned off another bandage!"
- >The yellow one had wrapped cloth around the back of your head in order to fix whatever damage she had found there.
- >You had considered trying to explain self-repair protocols, but swiftly dismissed the notion.
- >You couldn't even explain that to YOURSELF, let alone a lesser b-b-b
- >"Let me get you another bandage...."
- >She sighed, and you watched sullenly as she went inside to find another thing to replace your now smoking head-wrap.
- Day 5
- >"And that's a tree!"
- "...Tree..."
- >"See! You're learning Equestrian awfully fast, A-non!"
- "Elder Installation Silver Zero Five's tongue is known."
- >Fluttershy blinks.
- >"Is that another..."
- "..."
- >You were frustrated again. Things would come to you in flashes and leave just as quickly.
- >At least whatever was afflicting you did not destroy your ability to form new memories.
- >The name of the yellow one was known to you, now.
- >She was...showing you around her cottage, 'teaching' you her language.
- >Teaching you about the Elder Installa-
- >The -Equestrian- way of life.
- >She lived outside of the forest you had been found in.
- >It was apparently full of creatures she placed in designation 'dangerous, big, scary and mean.'
- >You found her fears...amusing. That was the word describing your emotion.
- >"A-non?"
- "...Thinking. Apologies."
- >"It's alright. I'm just glad you're no-"
- >She breaks off, squeaking, as something snarls and roars from the direction of the cottage.
- >You stand up as she takes off in a run back towards the cottage.
- >Something is there, waiting for her.
- >It is larger than she is, aggressive. You can hear it's heartbeat.
- >Something strange is happening. The heartbeat of one of Fluttershy's 'chickens' has ceased.
- >The animal senses you coming. You are not quiet.
- >It escapes through the back of the coop as you and Fluttershy approach it.
- >The yellow pony is...weeping?
- >Fluid drips from her eyes as she cradles a still bird in her hands.
- >You are confused.
- >You lean down and gently nudge the bird's head with a finger.
- "...Awaken."
- >The chicken does not respond.
- >You poke it again, confused.
- "Wake."
- >Fluttershy shifts her front hooves, pulling the chicken away from your finger.
- >"Anon! Stop it!"
- >You pull back, even more confused.
- "You are upset. Awakening the avian will calm you, yes?"
- >"She's not asleep, Anon....she's dead..."
- >A thousand, thousand thoughts flash through your mind.
- >Dead.
- >Permanently, irrefutably dead.
- >Something new curled in your chest cavity as you looked at the dead avian.
- >...Horror? Was that the name of this emotion? You feared death. You realized that now. You had feared death so much that you'd....you'd...
- >You lost the thread of thought.
- "...Dead..."
- >Fluttershy catches your tone, and looks up at you, sniffing.
- >"Anon?"
- >You kneeled down, staring at the dead chicken in mounting horror.
- >Your hands shook, spasms running up and down the metal joints as you struggled to comprehend what you were seeing.
- >"Anon...it's okay...Anon..."
- >You feel her hoof on your leg.
- >"It's...Anon, death happens to...all of us, eventually. It's...not a bad thing, to die."
- >She looks at the broken coop, and down at the bloodied chicken.
- >"It's...bad to kill...."
- >She looks up at you.
- >"But not bad to die."
- >You stare at the bloodied chicken, your hands working in the air as your mind races.
- >You feel Fluttershy nuzzle your leg.
- >"It's okay, Anon. It's okay. She has friends here to look after her, and she has friends waiting for her where she's going. Just like you do."
- "...Friends..."
- >The two of you sit there for a long, long time.
- Day 17.
- >It was a good day.
- >You were tending Fluttershy's animals.
- >They had all gotten used to you, by this point, crawling along your limbs and the ridges in your metal body.
- >A few even clung to the tails of your cloak, treating it like a ride.
- >The white one, Angel, only threw four carrots at your head a day, rather than twelve.
- >Fluttershy was with the others in town.
- >You had met the gem-flanked one early. You disliked her. She found your appearance 'too somber' and tried to cover you in gems and cloth.
- >The apple one only talked about apples. She disliked it when you could not eat them.
- >The rainbow one was loud, fast, and irritating. She wanted to race you. You lost the race.
- >You finish shoving all the chickens in their coop and turn to muck out the pigpen when you hear something.
- >Growling. A lot of it.
- >Something is coming from the trees.
- >You look up, as a multitude of winged creatures leap out of the tree cover, snarling and soaring over the cottage.
- >They are headed towards the town.
- >You do not think they are friendly.
- >You stand there, paralyzed by indecision, a broom held in your fingers as Manticores soar over your head.
- >As you stand, you feel something slam into your upper back.
- >Jagged claws rake at your cloak and the back of your head.
- >You let out a metallic cry of confusion and reach behind you to tear the beast off, when it's claws strike the back of your skull.
- >The green glow of your eyes grows dim as the claws strike once, twice, three times.
- >A thin sliver of bonelike material pulls out just an inch....
- >...And everything is suddenly clear.
- Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJlLVYWT-Hc
- >Your eyes blaze in your head as your memories come rushing back to you.
- >This world, in it's prime, as it was being formed by the Old Ones.
- >The Eldar and the greenskins dying in the thousands as you and your legions ravaged their numbers, intent on bringing their Old masters down and their creation along with them.
- >This world was precious to them. A work of art, they had called it. They had done their best to keep you and your Dynasty away, but they had failed.
- >The Stormlord had called upon you, and you had answered. Your shadow had fallen across this world, and you would see it burn and break before it was finished.
- >They battle had been glorious, a good war, truly worthy of such a pompous name as the War in Heaven.
- >The Eldar had come for you at the height of it.
- >A council of their primitive, Warp-loving Far Seers, and their greatest Autarchs.
- >You had slain them to a man, breaking them like the fragile little things they were.
- >But the last one had attacked you with a strange weapon, something formed of song and magic and faith.
- >A thin needle of bone, driven into the core of your mind, constantly attacking you, struggling to keep you from repairing or returning to your Crypteks for removal.
- >You had fallen.
- >Your soldiers had failed without you, the Old Ones rallying and routing them with a new race at their heels, a race of horned, winged beasts, psykers all.
- >You reach up and slowly pull the sliver of wraithbone free, then call your Staff of Light to you.
- >You were Anon al Rah, Necron Overlord of the Setesh Dynasty.
- >And you remembered everything.
- >You grab the beast on your back by its mane.
- >It snarls and tries to claw at you.
- >You fling it to the dirt and step on it's neck, crushing its windpipe.
- >More beasts wheel in the sky, screaming and roaring as they make their way towards the town.
- >You raise your staff.
- >Moments later, only ash and scattered, blackened bone falls from the sky in place of the beasts.
- >You set off towards the town of equines, your blazing green eyes settling on the colorful place in the distance.
- >More beasts meet their end as you march, death following in your wake.
- >The roaring and screaming of the townsfolk is clearer as you approach, as are the voices.
- >Twilight Sparkle, shouting orders.
- >Rainbow Dash, with her bravado.
- >Pinkie, jokes and anecdotes.
- >Rarity, screams.
- >Applejack, local drawl.
- >And lastly, Fluttershy. Whimpering.
- >Green light presages your entrance into the town, spears of emerald leaping from your staff and turning the manticores into so much dust.
- >The screaming stops as you make your way to Fluttershy and her companions, each of your steps cracking the paved street.
- >They look upon you with fear, as befits your visage, your station, and your size.
- >All except Fluttershy.
- >You bend, taking a knee to get your face closer to the equines. Twilight's horn lights up, gathering her filthy 'magic' out of fear.
- >"Fluttershy...he's...different. Stay back."
- >The yellow pegasus ignores her friend, stepping closer to you.
- >"No. He's Anon....he's still our friend."
- >You hold out your hand, and the equines flinch, Rainbow flaring her wings and getting read to attack you.
- >You extend a metal finger, and Fluttershy nuzzles the necrodermis, smiling.
- "Hello...friend..."
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