HyperSpace HyperWars 4

>It was a hell of a thing watching your building spring up from the ground up
>Discord must have really put the fear of god into those construction horses
>Every time you walked by, they were working like their lives depended on it
>Hopefully, it didn't, but you still liked the speed
>With each day there was real process
>The foundation was made
>Pipes and wires and those sort of things were laid out
>Then came the wood
>Wood flooring, then a wooden skeleton
>Steel came next
>From morning till afternoon you could hear the banging of hammers and the sound of magic twisting and cutting metal
>A roof was put on, then the smaller, but just as important, things were built and readied
>Air conditioning, lighting, doors, windows, you name it they put it there
>In the span of a month, you had a whole building to your name
>The next trick was trickier
>Cranky and his wife were true to their word
>You had no idea how the donkey's managed it, but you got yourself three dozen machines
>You weren't too sure of what they all did
>Greta insisted that she needed them, and you believed her
>They also had the most important thing for all this
>Steel molds
>Hundreds and hundreds of them
>All made out of the finest donkey metal, all ready to be broken in
>This took a great deal longer to get, though shipping them here was no issue with Discord helping, and getting them into the building was an absolute breeze

>Their expense was felt, however
>All of the machinery was easily double the cost of the land and the construction for the building
>That, along with ten tons of plastic, wood, glue, paints, and a billion other things, took nearly all of your royal funding, and you had to do some hardcore flirting to get some more cash to make your building look pretty
>There were a lot of sleepless nights, a lot of talking and planning with your eat
>A few times you went some days without eating, and you're pretty sure this whole thing had taken years off your life due to stress
>None of that mattered when Discord placed the sign right above the front door to the customer wing of your store
>You had Fresh Coat make it
>She wanted a epic scene of battle and triumph
>You instead insisted on something simple
>A yellow, plain background
>In it's center were two war axes with blades pointed to the sky
>Sandwiched between them were bold red words with a thick black outline
>BattleAxe: HQ
>The sight had brought a tear to your eye, and after the sign was up you and your team spent the rest of your funding partying like it was 1993
>You and the team were now in the "creation" wing of your building
>It would be where every model, every tube of paint, every brush was created, packaged, and shipped
>The space was tiny, but it would be good enough for now
>If things took off, this one be one of many buildings, but this would be a good start off point
>You were giggling like a schoolgirl, Moondancer was fast asleep at a desk, a mountain of papers all around her, Fresh Coat was balancing a paintbrush on the tip of her muzzle, looking bored, and Discord had a grin on his face

>Above you all, pulling levers and twisting nobs, was Greta
>The Gryphon was staring intensely at one of the many screens in front of her, all the while the machines groaned and hissed and beeped
>You all watched as five hundred pounds of plastic pellets were poured into a big funnel
>The pallets were melts and formed into a long tube of plastic the thickness of a soda can
>That was then cut, and they were lifted and dropped into the molds, where they were squeezed into shape
>Greta had tried explaining the whole process to you, but she may as well have been speaking moonrune
>There was a hiss, and one of the molds began spinning
>Faster and faster is went, making you all step back, before it suddenly stopped
>Just as a flash, Greta leapt from her control station, and with a flap of her wings landed softly next to it
>The mold opened, and she reached out with a claw, taking the frame from it's confines
>She examined it, a frown coming to her beak
>"I don't why you wanted the models to be put in pieces," she said, offering you the frame. "We could have made the whole thing, no need for all of that glue and clippers crap."
>You rushed over, taking it from her
>There were dozens of little arms, torsos, and heads
>Guns, little anonymous bits, even the bases
>All of had been put in these frames
>They were perfect
>Maybe even better than back home
"There's a lot of reasons why having them like this are better, Greta," you said. "For one, these don't get damaged as often being shipped compared to a whole model. They also take up a lot less room."

>The gryphon's frown deepened
"And what about these mold lines? Why in Equestria did you insist that they be there, huh?"
>You opened your mouth, then closed it
"Hey, if I had to deal with mold lines everyone here needs to know my pain."
>Discord laughed
>Fresh Coat and Greta groaned
>"Typical colt."
>"You're really a piece of work, you know that?"
"Building molds isn't supposed to be fun. It's a character building exercise! You're supposed to find out who you really are after spending an hour shaving plastic off a model."
>"Really?"
"Yes, really."
>"You can't let your would-be customers enjoy the whole process."
"Fuck no!
>"You're nuts."
"No, you!"
>The gryphon snorted, snatching the frame of of your hands
"I'm fixing the molds."
>You opened your mouth to protest, only for her to smack your stomach with her tail
>"Shut your trap and get those boxes ready. In ten minutes we'll start full production."
>With a flap of her wings, Greta launched herself into the air to hover over your machines
>You just stood there, glaring at her
"The second you leave I'm putting the moldlines back," you shouted
>"I guess I'm not leaving then, huh?" Greta shot back, pulling a wrench from her toolbelt

>You puffed your cheeks out in frustration
>You'd show her...
>Discord floated over
>"There, there," he said, patting your shoulder. "After those molds are used a few thousand times you'll get your way."
>"No it won't," Greta said. "You crazy colts."
>Your business partner had to drag you away so you didn't start throwing things
>Next she'd want plastic glue not to get you messed up and not to get all cut up while building...
>You were lead to a long table
>Sitting there were stacks and stacks of cardboard boxes
>They were special
>Brought in just this morning
>Fresh made the box art for these
>They were what she wanted for the outside sign
>A company of Bloods fighting with Boar Boyz
>A lieutenant stood in the center of the box
>Standing on a rock, his chapter's flag in one hoof while he gored a Big Bozz with his powerclaw
>Beside the boxes were everything else you needed
>Dice, blast templates, instruction manuals, rules for models
>Beside all of that, you had tape and plastic wrap and those little price sticker guns
>Fresh Coat trotted right next to you
>She pulled her cap off, tossing it onto the table
>"This is gonna be a boatload of work. You ready for this, chief?" she asked
>You nodded, a smile coming to your face
>This was it
>The beginning
>Now it was time to see if all that prep work meant anything...

"It'll be a long night, but we'll kill it. This is what we've been talking about and training for. Everyone grab your own box. We'll sign 'em and keep them for ourselves. Greta, get the special orders ready first. Discord, please get Moondancer up. We got a thousand boxes to fill!"

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>Be Pinkie Pie
>It was super duper late
>Not that you'd know that, what with you being asleep and all
>You might have been an energetic mare, but even you needed to get your eight hours
>You laid in your bed, splayed out, snoring away while you dreamed Pinkie dreams, when your tail twitched
>And your snoozle wiggled
>And it felt like a bug bit your rump
>MotherbuckingPinkieSense1000.jpg
>You bolted upright in your bed, turning on the light sitting on your nightstand
>There was nothing to worry about of course
>Gummy was already on the case
>The gator sat on the stack of boxes that now sat in the middle of your room
"Aw, you beat me again," you said, jumping out of your bed. "Good job, buddy!"
>Gummy blinked, wagging his tail as you walked over and gave him a pet
>You looked over the boxes
>They were bright and shiny, and so new that you could still smell the glue drying
>There was also a note
>Lifting one of Gummy's widdle claws, up, you grabbed it and gave it a read

Pinkie,

Here's the game we spoke about. Sorry about bringing it so late. We all were just so excited to get it out, and we'll be too dead tomorrow to do anything other than sleep. There's a box for you. Everything should be in there, but if you have any questions just pop on by. Thanks again.

Anon

>You smiled
"Neat."

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>Be Shining Armor
>It was the wee hours of the morning
>You were up because Flurry needed her nappies changed
>Cadence was useless with diapers, so that was your job
>You didn't mind
>When you were a normal guard you didn't get much sleep
"Who's my cute little girl? Who is it?" you cooed, nuzzling your filly's face
>She babbled happily, holding her wammy tightly
"Do you want a baba? You want some nummies?" you asked, grabbing a bottle and bringing it to her lips
>Flurry, of course, drank it all
>She then burped and fell asleep
>The spitting image of her mother, the little pig...
>As you were placing her back into the crib, there was a flash from across the room
>You didn't panic, but your horn did crackle with magic
>There, sitting on your nightstand, were boxes
>Four of them, all wrapped in butcher's paper with a note on top of one of them
>You weren't stupid
>No matter what the nobles in Canterlot said, you were more than a bit of eye candy
>You checked the stack with a half dozen spells before taking so much as a step toward it
>Nudging it with your snout, you picked up the letter

Shining,

Here's something special for you. These won't be coming out for a couple of months. Hope you like them. Thanks for all the help, buddy, couldn't have done any of this without you. Let's hope this will be as big as you think.

Hey, do me a favor. When you paint these send pictures. The girls and I were thinking of putting pictures and art up on a public board or something like that. Maybe it'll give others ideas. I don't know. Tell the old lady I said hello.

Anon


>A smile came to your face
>That smile only grew when you opened the boxes and saw what was inside
>Bits and pieces, instructions, a rulebook, dice, paints, brushes, even a knife and clippers
>Everything had a cute little BA logo on it
>It was lovely

>You were expecting good things from Anonymous, but not this good...
>Flurry let out a whine from her crib
>Carefully putting everything back in their boxes, you rushed over and picked her up
"Does my little girl wanna see what uncle Anon got her pappy?" you asked, poking her belly
>The foal just giggled, hooves kicking

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>Be Twilight Sparkle
>Probably the most suspicious horse in Equestria at the moment
>Anon's building was finally finished
>You had absolutely no idea what is was ACTUALLY going to be used for
>That whole toy nonsense was a load of horseapples
>He was up to something
>He was ALWAYS up to something...
>It was early
>You hadn't slept very well, and you were a little grumpy as you sat at the kitchen table waiting for Spike to walk in
>A stack of pancakes was exactly what you needed right now...
>Your ears perked up when you heard the tell-tale sounds of his little claws tip-tapping against the crystal floor
>You were expecting him to be wearing his cute little kiss the cook apron that you got him for his birthday
>Instead, he was carrying two large boxes
>Each of them must have been twice his size
>From the look on the little drake's face, you could tell they were heavy as well
"Spike, here, let me get those," you said, grabbing them with your magic. "Where did you even get them? Did Starlight leave something out again?"
>"Nah, I found them near the front door," Spike said, letting out a yawn. "They had out names on them."
>Tilting your head to the side, you spun the boxes around, trying to figure out what was inside of them
>Both were covered in brown butcher's paper
>There weren't a lot of butcher's in Ponyville
>Actually, there wasn't a one
>In fact, the only butcher you knew was in Canterlot...

>You let out a hum, bringing one of the boxes close to your ear and giving it a shake
>It rattled
>You couldn't help yourself, tearing it open
>Out fell a letter
>Picking it up, you began to read as Spike started getting ready for breakfast

Twiggy,

Here's a sample of what I'm making over at the old warehouse of mine. Something for both you and Spike. Hope you like it.

Anon

P.S.

Discord is very excited about this. Says that you'll have a chaotic time.

>Your ears folded against your skull
>Anything Discord would like would no doubt be hazardous to your health...
>Still, a gift was a gift
>Why not at least open it?
"Spike, breakfast can wait. Come and open your box up. We'll see just what we have here..."