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- >What was that saying before?
- >Every second counts?
- >Well, with time ticking down- don’t you have a lot to think about.
- >Five…
- >The final countdown.
- >Four…
- >All these years…
- >Three…
- >All the training…
- >Two…
- >Comes to this.
- >One…
- >Fast forward to three days after.
- >You are Anonymous.
- >Captain of the Space Shuttle, ‘Discovery’.
- >One out of four crew members.
- >Betty, Rodney and Andrew.
- >Lovely bastards, up here for experiments.
- >Betty, the biologist- tested effects of vacuum on animals.
- >Everyone was half-surprised to not see the critter not go boom.
- >Yes, you won’t explode out there.
- >After a few days of eating toothpaste and dry bars, you’re ready to go home.
- >Maybe you’ll grab a nice cheeseburger.
- >You turn away from the cockpit, and press a small button next to you.
- >”Yeah?” A voice rings out from the other side.
- “How’s it in the space lab?” You ask.
- >”Sick of it already, Anon.” another voice chimes in.
- “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, we’re setting up in ten minutes, get your ass back in here by then, alright?”
- >”Copy that.”
- >You leave your chair and hover to the back wall of the flight deck.
- >Through a tiny window, you spot a white arm of the shuttle, and the box placed on its end.
- >You nod and tug on your buttocks, these MAGs were itchy.
- >Also known as ‘adult-diapers’, you always kept in on in case of a need for EVA.
- >You pull down your orange suit, revealing a tight, white suit underneath.
- >Despite the insistence of others, you thought to keep the inner suit on.
- >As far as you knew, anything could happen out here.
- >And in space, no one can hear you scream.
- >Yes, you were waiting to use that line.
- >You see the white arm moving on the corner of your eye.
- >About time the three got back in.
- >You absent-mindedly grab a dry bar.
- >Not very palatable, but it was the only thing you had.
- >You munch on it, thinking about the past few days.
- >Pretty fucking boring.
- >As the pilot, you only had to bring the ship out and in.
- >Leave the workings to the scientists, you were an astronaut.
- >The job is not as hyped up as it’s supposed to be.
- >And to think-
- >Your ramblings are cut short as the shuttle suddenly lurched backwards.
- >You knew it was backwards, since you were flung from your seat to the ceiling above.
- >You rub the dull ache on your head, and look out the window.
- >And to be frank, you cannot believe what you are seeing.
- >A massive swirling vortex, in a deep hue of navy blue- opened up through the mid-section of the shuttle.
- >It was semi-transparent; you could see the stars behind it.
- >It slowly engulfed the ship, and the white arm moving towards it.
- >Shit, Betty and the rest.
- >You rushed to the button and pressed it, only to hear screams and calls for help.
- >A panicked voice tried to revert the arm and-
- >Silence.
- >Nothing.
- “Guys?” You call to the speaker.
- “G-guys?” Your voice reduces to a whisper.
- >Nothing answers but the static.
- >You stare blankly at the black holes on the wall.
- >You then silently let go of the button, and move to the window.
- >You push your body forward, shooting to the small glassed opening.
- >Suddenly, a wave of force knocks you back, violently throwing you back to the cockpit.
- >You shout out in pain, as you slowly roll down to the floor.
- >The dry bar you left gently fluttered to the floor, sending out small chunks in every direction.
- >Wait a second.
- >It fell.
- >To the floor.
- >So did you.
- >Gravity.
- >And as that thought leaves your mind, you are jerked upwards again, by a force underneath.
- >You land back soon enough.
- >Sound of metal clattering and brushing fills you ears.
- >You begin to shake, not by the cold, but by the impact.
- >After a while it stops.
- >And silence again.
- >You quickly leap to your feet and look out of the cockpit window.
- >You see grey surface.
- >You crashed.
- >You pull on your Snoopy cap.
- >God this cannot happen.
- >This cannot-
- >You landed.
- >Correction, you crash landed.
- >You shake your head and move to the back window.
- >You see nothing but the vastness of space.
- >You see nothing.
- >Not even the-
- >WHERE’S THE BACK PART?
- >THE OTHER HALF?
- “Shitshitshitshitshit-“ You mumble silently, as you put on the HUT, the chest piece of the EMU- the space suit.
- >You are multitasking, even as you breathe in the pure oxygen; you are zipping up your suit.
- >Metaphorically of course.
- >A zipper will depressurize your suit in a matter of seconds.
- >After what it feels like an agonizing fifteen minutes, you are set to go.
- >Fuck the sickness, you’re going out.
- >You put on the reflective helmet, and step into this tiny white room.
- >At a press of a button, the door behind you shut close.
- >You hear the hiss of air escaping, and another door in front of you opened slowly.
- >You resist the force slowly pulling you out.
- >No wonder they call it the vacuum cleaner.
- >You step out, and walk on the clear, white flooring of the mid-section.
- >You noticed how it stuck up, facing the sky.
- >You step out slowly, approaching the end of the mid-section.
- >And then, you see the surface.
- >Dark grey ground, littered with craters.
- >And then the realization hits you.
- >You are on the moon.
- >You look up to the white arm, at least what was left of it.
- >You see the base and the newly shortened limb.
- >It was a clean cut.
- >Whatever that vortex did…
- >You try to find the other half of that arm, let alone the shuttle.
- >And the three of your crew.
- >And here you were, alone and stranded.
- >And just to make it so, it is on the day of your return.
- >You jump out of the edge of the open mid-section, hitting the ground with your feet.
- >Moon dust flew around, as you slowly made a trail around the ship.
- >You are right; it was a clean cut right through the middle of the ship.
- >Whatever, or whoever did this, had good aim.
- >The wings are gone, and obviously the thrusters behind it.
- >The generators are luckily still on your side.
- >You give the revealed machinery a few pokes to make sure it is still working.
- >One generator’s out, but the rest are still working.
- >Fuel cells are a-go.
- >The surface of the ship looks mostly intact, safe for a few scratches here and there.
- >The crash leveled the ship a little, shaping it to a flat surface.
- >You can only wonder what force in nature could’ve done this.
- >She blew the dust off her mouth.
- >She shook it off her short, mane, revealing its blue shading.
- >Her Nightmare left long ago, maybe she got bored.
- >Her whispers stopped, and so did the strength she gave her.
- >Her tears stopped long ago, along with anything else.
- >But today-
- >Today will be different.
- >Or was it tomorrow?
- >Or yesterday?
- >Time passed differently up here.
- >She fixed the jet black tiara on her head, right behind her long horn.
- >The breastplate could use some shine, the white symbol is getting darker by day.
- >Don’t even get her started on her shoes.
- >Ignoring that, she walked up to a crater.
- >Her wings shook and flared open, scattering the shining dust everywhere.
- >She perched on the edge of the crater, and looked below, to the world she was cast out of.
- >All because she wanted to be seen.
- >All because of-
- >She stopped herself- and the tears that pooled around her eyes.
- >No, this was not the time.
- >Today, she will bring a friend.
- >She focused what magic she had within her body.
- >Her body shook after spending so much time unmoving, and the strain of casting the spell worsened it.
- >She should be able to do it-
- >She used to raise the moon.
- >After a while, she finally opened a portal.
- >Coming from somewhere, someplace.
- >She didn’t care.
- >She felt a single life, and she pulled it in.
- >And in an instant, a giant white object appeared from the darkness.
- >The vortex dissipated, and she soon found herself running from the object that was coming at her.
- >Focusing her magic once again, she quickly teleported away.
- >She only appeared few meters away, barely avoiding the… thing.
- >Heh, magic’s slightly off today.
- >She quickly rose to her hooves, and looked at the thing curiously.
- >She poked it once.
- >It was so exciting right now.
- >But she simply sat there, waiting for the object to respond.
- >”Hello!” She called out excitedly.
- >”I’m Luna!”
- >She excitedly held out a hoof.
- >The broken nose of the shuttle did little to make acquaintance.
- >She then heard a simple thump on the far end of the new friend.
- >Luna paid no attention, she wanted to say hello to the shy creature.
- >You trail the smooth surface of the shuttle with a hand, feeling the full damage the ship took.
- >The white color changed to black- you’re getting near to the nose.
- >As you look up the cockpit window, your legs hit something hard.
- >You almost trip, shaking your arms to regain your balance.
- >>You look down to the object.
- >And you just freeze.
- >You stare down the creature, about waist-high in its seat.
- >It blinks once, and stares back.
- >It’s…
- >A winged horse?
- >With… a horn?
- >Your eyes slowly trail from its emerald eyes, and then down to it slender neck.
- >You spot a breastplate, with a white crescent moon symbol.
- >Wait a minute…
- >You look up again, to spot the jet black crown resting right behind the horn, right on the light aqua blue mane.
- >Should you call it mane?
- >You think it’s a horse.
- >It just seems so…
- >Human.
- >You also think it’s female, judging by the feminine outline of its body.
- >You’re not even sure why you decided that it was female.
- >Anyway, for the moment, you’ll decide that it is a female, mutant horse.
- >In space.
- >Maybe you discovered some sort of a new species or-
- >Decompression sickness.
- >That must be it.
- >You then notice it’s ‘talking’.
- >The expression on its face has brightened up, and it looks human.
- >Too human.
- >”Hello! What’s your name?”
- >Luna kept on shouting at the strange creature, with the round, big head.
- >It had a reflective, gold face- from which Luna saw herself.
- >The color reminded of a certain somepony…
- >It was dark.
- >SHE liked it dark.
- >SHE was in full control now, wrecking havoc with her magic.
- >She couldn’t stop HER, the one they called Night-Mare Moon.
- >And then, when her body tired of using so much magic, she felt a sense of relief washing over her body.
- >Nightmare let her guard down.
- >And after what felt like seconds, a second wave of emotion washed over her.
- >Worry.
- >Fear.
- >Luna saw through her eyes, the golden gleam of her sister’s breastplate.
- >And she also saw the gems swirling around the golden armor.
- >Luna knew what she saw.
- >And as Nightmare tried to teleport away, Luna lashed out the final time.
- >She held the demon down, as it desperately tried to flee.
- >Fear grew to anger and frenzy.
- >And for that moment, Luna felt peace.
- >She finally done something right.
- >As the energy of harmony washed over her, Luna could not but help to smile.
- >Something good for once…
- >Luna snapped back to the current moment.
- >”Hello!” She called out again.
- >But the creature was gone.
- >But he was still here on the moon, Luna knew it.
- >It was trapped here with her.
- >She saw the footprints on the dusty floor.
- >For the record, she drew her face on the moon several times by now.
- >Lune turned to the hulking object she conversed earlier.
- >”What was your name again?”
- “NOPENOPENOPENOPE-“
- >You slam the airlock.
- >You activate the button again, and the hissing goes through.
- >It must be because of sudden exposure to pure oxygen, you just knew it.
- >Must be some strange side-effect, you were sure.
- >You quickly take off the suit, dropping the individual pieces on the floor.
- >You sigh loudly and plop down on your pilot seat.
- >You randomly press the buttons, hoping for any kind of reaction.
- >Nothing.
- >From the valves, you can see about a day worth of oxygen left.
- >Can’t say the same for the food.
- >You pick up the dry bar and begin to chew again.
- >Any moment now.
- >Aaaaany moment now.
- >And-
- >Nothing.
- >You’re fine.
- >No headaches, no limb pain.
- >You grab the oxygen mask again.
- >No fucking way.
- >After the full thirty minutes (and an extra minute for safe-keeping), you are ready to don your suit again.
- >Pre-breathing was boring as hell.
- >You sat there for a full hour and a half, playing with a ball Andrew brought in.
- >Betty, Rodney, Andrew…
- >A small optimistic side of you wishes they are alright, alive.
- >But that’s impossible.
- >They weren’t even in their suits, it’s right there in the-
- >Wait, the suits!
- >You walk over to a white wall cabinet and open it.
- >Three white suits greet you, all EMU.
- >Perfect.
- >You pull out a Snoopy cap, something akin to a pilot’s leather cap.
- >It had the microphones to talk-
- >No, wait.
- >You’re actually planning to talk to it?
- >Well, what choice did you have?
- >If it is some sentient life form, (which you highly doubt) it could help you.
- >Never know until you fall, right?
- >Your eye catches the nametags on the suits.
- >Even if you never knew them personally and kept the distance to a few jokes and chats- you can’t help but to feel for them.
- >They were still your crew.
- “Thanks, guys.” You pat the shoulder of a suit.
- >You raise the cap as if to prove your point, and grab your helmet.
- >You enter the airlock.
- >Luna began to prod the metallic object, namely banging rocks on its surface.
- >After staying so long around rocks, metal felt so… interesting.
- >She heard a thud on the back of the object.
- >”Awwww, did you fart again?” Luna let out a giggle.
- >She never felt so alive before.
- >She had a friend.
- >After some pleasantries, Luna felt a tap on her back.
- >It was the white creature again!
- >Luna used its face to adjust and fix her mane.
- >There, perfect.
- >And the creature handed her a beige cap.
- >It had strange devices and markings on it, was it some sort of a magical device?
- >The creature had digits, maybe he’s a minotaur!
- >That is great news!
- >He can help Luna lift rocks across the surface!
- >Then, Luna can make more faces!
- >The minotaur starts making gestures on his round head, putting up his two hands above his head and lowers it- and repeats it.
- >Luna stares at him for a second, and then to the cap she was holding.
- >”Put it on?” She asked.
- >The minotaur paused for a second, and then nodded.
- >Luna lifted it with her magic, and plopped it over her head.
- >It tipped the tiara off her head.
- >”Now what?” Luna asked, having fun in this game.
- >The creature raised a finger to a box on his chest, and pressed a button.
- >Luna suddenly heard static, and she heard a voice.
- “Now we can talk.”
- >Huh, he had a much softer voice to what she expected.
- >The white creature turned his back on the sun, and got to his knees.
- >”What are you doing?” Luna asked through the cap.
- >That’s no minotaur.
- “Hi.” You say, waving at the pony.
- >Her upwards-pointing ears are folded down, thanks to the cap.
- >The thing blinked once, before a grin etched on her face.
- >When was it a ‘her’?
- >When you heard that voice, Anon.
- >”Hello!” She shouted again, lending out a hoof to you.
- >You smile and take it with your hand, and give a firm shake.
- >Oh god, you always knew you’ll go mad in space.
- >”I’m Luna!”
- “I’m Anonymous, nice to meet you, Luna.”
- >”What are you, anyway?” Luna giddily skips across the landscape, not being affected by the harsh conditions.
- “I’m a human…” You trail off, enraptured by Luna’s ability to move swiftly along the barren landscape.
- “And you are?”
- >”Luna.”
- “What’s a Luna?”
- >”Just Luna.”
- >She flutters to a tall rock and strikes a pose.
- >You decide not to argue with the creature about that, and move on.
- “So, can you help me out?”
- >”Hmm?” She pulls on the cap a little, maybe it’s bothering her.
- >You point at your sad excuse of a ship.
- “Could you help me with that?”
- >”Help?” She jumps down to your front.
- >She makes her way to the crashed ship, and begins to poke around.
- >You slide your visor back down, and follow her.
- >You stand and cup your hands on your hips, watching the poor machine in its state.
- “Eeyup, what a majestic standstill.”
- >You hear fits of laughter coming from the comm.
- “What’s so funny?”
- >Luna suddenly zips to your face.
- >”Hehe, you’re funny.”
- “Ooooka-“
- >”YOU’RE FUNNY.”
- >You raise your hands in fear, and slowly back away.
- >Well, it is very assuring to know you only companion is a loose screw.
- “Riiight.” You shake your head and walk away.
- “Anyway, could you help me out with this?” You point at the wreck.
- >”How?”
- >You don’t like the giddy look on her face.
- “Don’t you have tools or some sort?”
- >Two rocks begin to glow in an eerie blue aura, and it levitates to Luna’s face.
- >”Like this? A large rock, oooooor this smallish medium rock!”
- >You’d make a sarcastic remark, but one thing grabs your attention.
- >How the hell is she holding the rocks up?
- >Actually, why don’t you ask?
- “Excuse me, but how are you levitating the two rocks? Or is it a natural phenomenon?”
- >Luna stares curiously at you, as if you asked her if she ate today.
- >Something obvious.
- >”Yep! It’s all on me! It’s magic!”
- >This is plain ridiculous.
- “Magic. Uh-huh.”
- >”Eeyup!”
- “How?”
- >Luna throws you a confused look.
- “What do you mean how? All unicorns can do it.”
- >Unicorns, noted.
- “Unicorns?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded.
- >”Back in Equestria, like always.”
- >Luna points behind her, to Earth.
- >The sun slowly reached through the dark planet, revealing you the green-blue planet you knew so much.
- >But the continents are all wrong…
- >And then, another realization hits you.
- >The sun was revolving the planet.
- >And it moved as if under some effect, as if… someone was manipulating it.
- >It was a creationist’s wet dream.
- >You turn to Luna, who is turn is staring at the ground.
- >She looks… sad.
- “You alright?” You make sure.
- >Luna looks up and forces a smile, but you can see the tears welling up in her eyes.
- >Against your better nature, you decide not to ask her how she’s doing, and return to the world of magic.
- >You wonder how many people would kill to see this, with their stories and hopes.
- >But but but- priorities.
- >Your eyes catch the crashed ship.
- “Say Luna, could you-“
- >Something latches onto your back.
- >You hear the metallic clang of her slippers touching your hard suit and visor.
- >Two hooves block your sight.
- >”Gee, why are you wearing this again?”
- >You jump is surprise, and try to shake Luna off.
- >”Weeee! Could you take this off?”
- >She presses a random button on your chest piece.
- >The comm cuts off, before Luna presses the button again.
- >”Oops! Maybe this?”
- >She then eyes the hatches on your helmet.
- >It slowly pulls open, covered in the same blue aura you saw earlier.
- “Nonononono-“ You pull down on the helmet, and push Luna down.
- >”Hey, what gives?”
- “Luna, don’t. Ever. Try that again.” You balance your body on your knees, placing a hand on each joint.
- >More confused stares.
- >”Why?”
- “I can’t breathe here.”
- >Luna gasps.
- >”Can’t breathe? Why? Moon air is fine to me!”
- >You shake your head.
- “Maybe you can, but I can’t. I need this suit- or I’ll die.”
- >Luna slowly nodded, and then shook herself to her cheery, somewhat creepy mood.
- >She makes fast glances at you and your ship.
- >”So- you were saying about the ship?”
- “Huh? Oh, right. Could you-“
- >And so you began the construction.
- >You and Luna will try to put it back to shape, the front half of the shuttle.
- >She could round off the impacted surfaces, turning it back to its original form.
- >You’d go back in and refill your oxygen tank every eight hours.
- >If you were lazy enough, you’d just take your old crew’s tanks.
- >It’s been two days.
- >You still got plenty of paste and dry bars in stock, and about ten liters of water.
- >You’ve been rationing your food since day one.
- >Never know how long it would take.
- >The familiar hiss goes off, and you are greeted by the starry space.
- >It doesn’t take long for you to find your odd companion.
- >She is lying right by your airlock, curled into a sleep.
- “Morning, Luna.” You call out.
- >She stirs awake, and smiles to you.
- >She was an… eccentric character.
- >She was eager to help you with your every whim.
- >You were impressed, but you had no idea why she would help you like this.
- “So, why are you here, Luna?” You grab the wielder.
- >”What do you mean?”
- “The moon, why are you alone?”
- >You press the trigger and slowly meld two plates together.
- >Sparks fly and then quickly disappears.
- >”Well… There was a fight.”
- “Oh? With whom?”
- >”With my sister.”
- “Which was?”
- >”Oh, don’t be coy, Celestia.”
- “Excuse me?”
- >Luna shakes a little.
- >”Oh! I’m sorry. Your visor just reminds me of my sister.”
- “This one?” You tap the golden gleam.
- >She nods.
- >And then, her face sinks to a solemn look.
- >”It… was a terrible fight. Many ponies lost their lives.”
- >You’ve never seen her so serious.
- >You decide this is a touchy subject, so you choose to drop the subject.
- “Well, anyway, I think we’re ready to go, Luna.”
- >”Hmm?”
- “If you can just propel me just right, I can ride this ship back to the planet. Then I can get help. I’ll find help for you too.”
- >”Anon…”
- “I just need one quick burst of energy. The low gravity will make it easier.”
- >”Anon….”
- “Yes?”
- >”There is no escaping the moon, my sister made sure of that.”
- >You give her a smug look.
- “We can give it a shot, right?”
- >Luna frowns once, but she assumes her giddy expression once again.
- >”Okay…”
- >She subconsciously draws her wings open, like if she was taking flight.
- >She closes her eyes.
- >She saw this before.
- >”Get in.” Luna says.
- >You smile and rush into your ship.
- >As soon as your airlock seals, you feel a sudden lift.
- >Gravity feels stronger, as your ship slowly lurches up.
- >It stops for a second, before you are launched.
- >You fall to your back, the force is too strong.
- >You drag yourself to a nearby railing and pull yourself up, and look outside of the cockpit window.
- >The planet is getting bigger and bigger and-
- >It stopped?
- >You are given a moment of weightlessness, before you are jerked to the ceiling of the deck.
- >You’re falling.
- >Luna watches in silent agony, as your ship crashes on the same spot again.
- >You barely land on your feet as you jump out, and go straight for Luna.
- “What did you do?”
- >”Nothing, it is my sister’s work.”
- “What?”
- >”I’m imprisoned here, Anon. She made sure I can’t leave.”
- >Luna demonstrates this by throwing up a rock up to the air, only to have it fire back to the ground, leaving another crater.
- >Luna opens her wings again, showing you the wounds on it.
- >”Ever wondered why we have so much craters in the moon?”
- >”Anon, this is pointless!”
- “This is pointless.” You echo her mockingly.
- >You grunt and meld the broken surfaces again.
- >This time, this time- it will work.
- >As you close the airlock again, you call out to Luna.
- “Remember, try harder!”
- >Luna sighs and nods once.
- >Your stomach heaves as you feel the speed crushing down on you.
- >And at that point again, you stop.
- >And with the same speed, you are shot down.
- >You have to stay down for a while, due to the shock to your body.
- >You crawl out, only to meet Luna’s sad stare.
- >”Anon…”
- “Again.”
- >You drop to your knees, and look up to the stars.
- >How many times did you do this?
- >Five, six?
- >Luna comes up next to you, and lays her head on your helmet.
- >”I’m sorry Anon.”
- “No.”
- >”What?”
- “Fuck it, I’m not giving up. Luna, prepare your magic.”
- >”But Anon, it’s pointless!”
- >You turn to her, and smile.
- >It was hidden under the visor, but she gets it anyway.
- “We humans never give up. It’s our spirit.”
- >God that was the cheesiest line you ever used.
- >Luna puts up a hoof to hide something on her face.
- >Her expression lights up with the sun behind her.
- >”Alright! Let’s do this!”
- >You tap on the flat metal surface, and rise to your feet.
- >There, all set to go.
- >Luna watched as Anonymous slowly backed away from the ship and admires their work.
- >She often saw his prideful and smug expression.
- >And his insistence to never give up.
- >It just seemed so… familiar.
- >Anonymous reminded her of a certain pony she knew.
- >And know.
- >She saw his face only thrice-
- >Not that she was counting.
- >Most of the time it was obscured by the darkness, since the sunlight would blind him.
- >Luna wondered if he had a mane like her.
- >Minotaurs certainly didn’t.
- >And Anonymous don’t have horns- he’s a ‘hooman’.
- “Alright, another leap of faith.”
- >Anonymous leaped into his ship, and Luna saw the white pillar that noted its seal.
- >She never tried going inside; that would be rude.
- “Let’s do this.” Anon beeped through the comm..
- >Luna took a non-existent breath, and started her magic.
- >She had to admit, doing all this magic polished her skills, little by little.
- >Last time she was this powerful, she-
- >No, she was not going there.
- >She focused her mana to the tip of her horn.
- >Just like how she taught her.
- >Just like when she was taught to raise the moon.
- >With one single push, Luna saw the machine lurch up to the air.
- >Funny she thought it was her new friend.
- >How silly of her!
- >Seconds later, the ship crashed back on the surface of the moon.
- >Luna heard Anonymous curse through his comm., many which she did not understand.
- >Knowing the next step, Luna slowly made her way to the ship, and began repairing it.
- >Just like how Anonymous taught her.
- >A plate by plate, a nail by nail.
- >Now, to wait for the wielder.
- >…
- >Where is he?
- >Luna glanced sideways, to find a sign of that white figure.
- >He is nowhere to be seen.
- >Luna waited a little longer.
- >”Anon?” She called into the cap.
- >She saw a small wave of moon dust scattering on the far side of the ship.
- >She then saw a white hand slowly clutch onto the ground, and pull in the body behind it.
- >Luna figured by then something was wrong.
- >Very, very wrong.
- >She quickly ran over to his side, only to see his left leg bent at an odd angle.
- >From the way he was laying and his twitchy movements, he was clearly in pain.
- >She quickly worked her magic, reverting the limb back to its position.
- >Anonymous twisted and writhed more.
- >Luna could practically hear him screaming.
- >”Please hold on!” She shouted.
- >Suddenly, Anonymous stopped.
- >He slowly looked up to you, and put up a thumb.
- >Luna hesitated, not knowing what the gesture meant.
- >Anonymous slowly got to his feet, and pressed the button on the white box.
- “Thanks.”
- >”Are you… alright?”
- >He nods a few times, and tries to get up.
- >But he fails to do so, his back falling to the floor helplessly.
- >He tries again, only to slump down.
- >Luna looked over him, with a worried expression on her face.
- >”Anon?”
- “Nonon, I’m fine, I just need to-“
- >He tries again, only to roll over his stomach.
- “Erhm.”
- >Luna stifles a laugh, as she follows your suit.
- “Can I-“
- >Luna bends her knees and lowers herself next to you.
- >”Need help?”
- >You sigh.
- “Please?”
- >She smiles, and stands up.
- >She offers you a hoof, which you take eagerly.
- >She rears back, trying to balance her weight and yours.
- >Your feet are almost aligned with the ground when Luna suddenly loses her stance.
- >She lets out a yelp before falling, as do you.
- >You grip harder on her hoof, as you land with a thud.
- >Dust flies off everywhere, obscuring your view.
- >Your visor is encrusted with the settling particles.
- >You try to dust it off, but more simply float down to take the clear space.
- >You groan and pull up the golden visor.
- >You hear a sneeze, and some of the small debris clears off.
- >And then.
- >And then you see the two eyes locked to you.
- >You blink once, and it does the same.
- >It quickly vanishes up the gray cloud.
- >Luna quickly shot up, and froze in place.
- >Her face lit up, feeling a stinging warmth for once.
- >Anonymous still held onto her hoof, in his strong grip.
- “Uhhh.” He stammered.
- >”I-I-I-“ Luna did the same.
- >Anonymous let go slowly, and let Luna get off him.
- “How about magic?”
- >”Call.”
- >You are immediately flung to your feet.
- >So fast, you almost fall flat on your face.
- >Helmet, whatever.
- “Thanks.”
- >”No problem- c-can we get back to work?”
- “Please?”
- >Ignoring the event, the two of you went back to work.
- >It was almost cyclical.
- >That day, Luna and you attempted escape two more times, before stopping for lunch.
- >You offered a dry bar once, Luna didn’t like it so much.
- >She spat it at your general direction.
- >Not using that helmet again.
- >Luna commented on your increased trials, but she won’t understand.
- >The concept of wearing suits outside was foreign to her in the first place.
- >You can’t explain what goes against what came to her naturally.
- >You were running out of time.
- >To be more specific, oxygen.
- >The fuel can last so long.
- >Soon, the generator’s out.
- >And food will be least of your worries.
- >Of course, you can’t let Luna know.
- >She often considered you a friend.
- >And you figured losing a friend so fast wouldn’t do much to her psyche.
- >So every chance you got, you try to escape.
- >Better you die somewhere far off than here.
- “Again, Luna.”
- >”But Anon, we’re not-“
- “I’ll be fine, again!”
- >No you weren’t.
- >Your leg still hurts.
- >And yet, you still go on.
- >You have to.
- >Pushing limits, it’s what people always done.
- >That’s how you achieve something.
- >But sometimes…
- >It just doesn’t work.
- >The ship began to rattle, and then to full blown shaking.
- >You were thrown to either side of the deck, and everything was flying everywhere.
- >Your thoughts stopped for a second.
- >Could this be it?
- >And everything stops.
- >Even you, float in mid-air.
- >You feel weightless.
- >You glance out the window, to the infinite, random arrangement of stars.
- >It is beautiful.
- >It always was.
- >Funny how quickly you can get used to things.
- >A plate passes through your view, and then- it slowly descends.
- >Your eyes go wide, and your heart begins to sink.
- >You were falling back.
- >You are slowly lifted higher.
- >You hear the same loud crash, as the metal wall bends around you.
- >Sparks fly off, and small machinery breaks off.
- >Far too late you realize what’s happening.
- >The ship is breaking off.
- >The vehicle lets out one final low pitched whine, before cracking.
- >Clear white walls snap open, revealing the dark void.
- >Everything that is not nailed to the floor gets sucked out.
- >Of course, that means you.
- >You are barely given the chance to hold on to something, before you are pushed out to the cold space.
- >You hurl and twirl a few times, with no hope of regaining your balance.
- >Finally, you stop.
- >You look down to see yourself covered in blue aura; Luna’s magic.
- >You are slowly brought to Luna.
- >”Anon, the ship…”
- >You turn around to face a pile of debris that was your ship.
- “No!” You scream, as you make a mad dash for the remnant of the shuttle.
- >But you know it.
- >It’s lost.
- >The recent push was just too much.
- >You rummage through the pieces, hoping for the impossible.
- >”Anon!” Luna trots up to you.
- >”It’s lost, stop it!”
- “No, I can still fix this!”
- >Luna jumps and pins you to a wall.
- >”Anon. I don’t think even I can fix this.”
- >You stare at her for a second, and then you push her off.
- “I got this, get my tools!”
- >Luna stands silent, looking scared.
- >You snap at her.
- “Get my tools!”
- >She takes a step back.
- >”Anon, I’m scared.”
- “Fine! To the hell with you!”
- >You brush her off, and head towards your tools stashed inside a crater.
- >Before you can reach it, your helmet suddenly cracks, and you are thrown to the ground.
- >You’re on your back again, looking up to the stars.
- >Luna slowly trots next to you, looking down grimly.
- “Luna? Help me up, I can still save the-“
- >”Shut up!” two of Luna’s hooves slam on your chest.
- >That shut you up.
- >”I can’t see you like this, Anon, I just can’t!”
- >She’s crying loudly now.
- >Her tears gently float to the ground, wobbling in the low gravity.
- >”I don’t want to- I can’t see you turn into-“
- >”Me.”
- “Luna, I will never-“
- >”But you are! It’s pointless, Anon, it’s pointless.”
- >Luna breaks down on you, laying her body over yours.
- “No, Luna, the reason I do this is-“ You cut yourself.
- >And at that moment, a small light starts to blip.
- >You know what that means.
- >”What? Why?”
- “… I’m dying.”
- >Luna goes speechless.
- “See this?” You point at the red dot. “I’m almost out of oxygen, Luna- I’m gonna die soon.”
- >”What? Nonono- I know, you can just take off the helmet and breathe like I do!”
- >You put up your visor, and look to her sadly.
- >”B-but- you can’t go… I need you.”
- “No, you’ll be fine, Luna.”
- >”I NEED you Anon- I-I like you…”
- >You can’t help but to smile.
- “You like me?”
- >You see a blush on her face, with a small smile.
- “Well then.”
- >You open one of the latches holding your helmet down.
- >You hear a light hiss.
- >”Anon, what are you doing?”
- >Luna is starting to panic.
- “I have to leave a good lasting goodbye, don’t I?”
- >”Stop talking like that, I can help you with my magic!”
- “I have to die sooner or later, Luna- say- I never realized how beautiful the stars are.”
- >You let out a chuckle.
- “I suppose we tend to not appreciate the things we always see.”
- >Luna smiles weakly, and turns around to see the sight.
- >She rolls off you and lies next to you, watching the show.
- >”I suppose we do.”
- “You know, maybe you can do something with your mane, work it with the stars.”
- >Luna smiles again, followed by a short giggle.
- >”I suppose I should.”
- >A short silence rings out between the two of you.
- >Luna holds tries to hold back the tears, and sniffles.
- >”I’ll miss you if I go.”
- “Don’t worry, vacuum has a great way of preserving bodies.” You smile.
- >Almost out now.
- >Your breath begins to fog the helmet.
- “Luna…”
- >You slide a hand behind her head, eliciting a surprised gasp.
- “I need you to trust me with this.”
- >You open the other lock.
- >You quickly take off the helmet, and throw it off.
- >At the same time, you pull Luna close to you.
- >You leave a small kiss, before letting go.
- >You draw your last breath, as Luna goes away from you.
- >It’s so cold.
- >It was so cold.
- >It always was.
- >But now…
- >Luna felt the tingling warmth on her lips, which quickly faded away.
- >Anonymous let out a breath, and went silent.
- >”Anon?” She called out.
- >”Anon!”
- >She shook his body, but he didn’t respond.
- >He was-
- >No.
- >Luna quickly erected a shield around her, and tried to create more ‘oxygen’.
- >But she didn’t know what it was.
- >Tears fell endlessly.
- >Her only friend was gone.
- >She slowly slid his cap off, seeing his mane.
- >So he did have one.
- >Luna began to take his suit off.
- >She first removed his glove, revealing a much smaller hand underneath.
- >Luna lifted it up with her magic, and slid it over her cheeks.
- >His fingers were smooth, and it was still warm.
- >He was definitely not a minotaur.
- >Luna laid with his corpse for a while, absorbing his warmth.
- >His hands ran through her mane, separating it.
- >Luna loved the feeling, being stroked.
- >And then, anger filled her.
- >It was all Celestia’s fault!
- >If she didn’t hold everyone back- Anon would’ve-
- >And so Luna began to draw her power.
- >She would awaken one thing Celestia feared.
- >It would be a nightmare over Equestria.
- >They would all pay.
- >And then she reached out to the forgotten.
- >She called out to the stars…
- >Her mane split with the brush.
- >Some of the mane dissipated for a second, before reuniting.
- >It’s stars gleamed softly, in the navy blue background.
- >Anonymous would’ve liked it.
- >”Once again, it is good to have you back, Luna.”
- >She turned to the white princess pony before her.
- “I-Indeed, thine words makes this pony feel most welcome.”
- >Her sister smiled.
- >”Of course, if anything-“
- “Then a moment would be most appropriate.”
- >Celestia opened the chamber door, turned around to sneak a smile, and then she left.
- >Luna sighed, and continued to brush her mane.
- >”Luna!”
- >Celestia suddenly burst into the room.
- >Luna sighed and turned to her sister.
- “Speak.”
- >”You have to see this, sister; it calls itself a ‘hooman’, or whatever!”
- >And for that second, Luna’s eyes gleamed like the stars.
- http://youtu.be/XGPTpbuL6HE [For kicks.]
- ~End
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