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- >Be Anon
- >Only [spoiler]aeroplane[/spoiler] pilot in the singular super-contient of Equestria.
- >Possible psychopath.
- Today, you are all here because you absolutely refused to blasphemise Celestia, despite the constant torture you were under, and knowing that I had killed others for doing the same.
- >The eight, rather frightened p0nes, all of whom were quiet, outstanding theologians we-
- >Eight.
- >Hm.
- >You looked among them and found what appeared to be the weakest; a rather skinny, frail, and old p0ne.
- >Grabbing him by the shoulders, you asked him a question.
- Are you willing to die for your faith?
- >A moment of silence, a deep breath, then "Yes."
- >Crunch.
- >So he did.
- Well, with that taken care of, want any figurines, holy books, incense?
- >One wanted a mirror, another a small icon, but the rest were fine.
- >So you took them out to the plane.
- >When they saw the black orb sloppily painted on the emergency door, they immediately jerked their heads in your direction.
- >They might actually have whiplash from that.
- >Heh.
- Yeah, yeah, dark cult, end of days, blah blah blah.
- The truth of the matter is, she's a goddess of the night, of predators, of hunters and hunts.
- Of fair chances too.
- In about an hour that door will open by itself, then it'll close by itself.
- When that happens, the best of her predators, of those living and not, will be summoned, and give a small taste of the neverending hunt-to-come to everyone around here.
- Here's where fair chance comes in; you can stop it all if you can bring but half a moment of Celestia's attention.
- You even have the advantage, what with there being seven of you at the apex of your faith.
- >You open the door and grab one of the p0nes.
- >You smirk.
- Watch this.
- >As soon as he crosses the threshold, he tenses up, his eyes go wide, his teeth clamp together.
- She knows exactly who you are now.
- >You chuckle.
- Now the rest of you all.
- >And in they go.
- >You close the emergency door, then walk up to the already open loading door, and after climbing in, close it and take your seat in the cockpit.
- >As you run through the final steps of the start-up procedures, you call back over your shoulder.
- Remember, if one of you lot die, either kick his body out the door, or crush 'is throat, got it?
- >They were quiet, but then, that was to be expected.
- >You start up, go down the runway, take-off, climb.
- >Aside from what may have been preaching in the back, the climb is uneventful.
- >You're now at... 11km altitude... 780km/h.
- >And now you would just cruise.
- >You hear the door open, feel the turbulance start.
- Eyes ahead, Anon, eyes ahead.
- >You start praying yourself.
- Eyes ahead, Anon, Eyes ahead.
- >You hear a thump, then chanting in a timeless (but time-forgotten) language.
- Eyes ahead Anon, eyes ahead.
- >The chanting stops.
- Eyes ahead, Anon, eyes ahead.
- >The praying has been going on for about two hours now.
- Don't look too closely, this isn't prime real-estate right here.
- >You laugh at your own pathetic joke.
- Neither to the right or the left, nor up or down, for of the ground we're bereft, and for sights, there's no town.
- >You have a lot of time to think.
- >But then the red, glowing, hell-smoke clears away, and the clouds come back, and you like to think that when the sun reappears, it's a little brighter than before.
- >So you alert your passengers.
- You may now close the door, after you have done this, please take a seat and put on your oxygen masks.
- >Silence, then a slam, the turbulance stops, and a moment later you see the blinking lights of the provided masks being put into use.
- >Well, six of them, anyways.
- >You silently land, and usher them off to their graduation ceremony from "Princess Celestia's School for Dedicated Theologians".
- >The corpse wasn't here so they must have kicked it out.
- >With your job done, you sit back and have a good cry.
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