HyperSpace HyperWars 1

Mar 25th, 2020
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  1. Anonymous,
  3. I've read your proposal. First of all, I'd like to humbly thank you for considering me in this enterprise. I can also understand why you wish to have someone of authority as a patron, though little power I might have.
  5. I can see that what you wish to do would be considered revolutionary, as silly as that might seem. Many will not like it, and I have a feeling that there will be those that will try to stop you. Stay firm, do not give up. Even if this fails I feel that it will do some good for stallions as a whole
  7. I will do my best to give you the funding you need. I wager it won't be enough, but I trust you'll make do. May Harmony help you, Anon.
  9. Yours,
  11. Shining Armor
  13. >You reread the letter, fingers running against the royal seal at the bottom
  14. >A grin slowly formed on your face
  15. "Looks like the hard part is over," you murmured aloud, rolling the scroll up
  16. >Standing up, you placed it into your coat pocket
  17. >This was good news
  18. >Better than good news
  19. >This was the first purposeful step into something awesome
  20. >It was probably going to crash and burn
  21. >Who knows?
  22. >Trying and fucking this up is gonna be a million times better than what you've been doing since you got to horseland
  23. >A cook, a cleaning maid, teacher's aide
  24. >All of it fucking sucked, and no one would hire you for anything else
  25. >"Everything else was mare's work" they said, along with , "we wouldn't want you getting hurt, dear."
  26. >So you were going to try this
  27. >And, hopefully, fuck some shit up
  28. >Months and months of planning had gone into this
  29. >You had an outline, a skeleton, but you were only one man
  30. >A man with an idea yes, but you needed more
  31. >Dozens, possibly hundreds of people
  32. >Today, you had gotten the help of someone very important
  33. >Now, you needed to go out and get another
  34. >You found yourself whistling as you collected an armful of papers before heading out the door
  35. >You had an appointment today, and needed to get there a bit early to get ready
  37. >You found yourself whistling a tune as you walked outside
  38. >It was a bright, sunny day
  39. >Horses were walking about doing horse things
  40. >You navigate the crowds, said hello to poners here and there, trying to make good time
  41. >"Anon?"
  42. >You stopped, turning to see Twi Sporklight staring at you with narrowed eyes
  43. "Your highness," you said with a low, sweeping bow. "How can I help you today?"
  44. >"Where are you going? What's with those papers? You're not up to anything, are you?" the princess asked, obviously suspicious
  45. "Up to something? Why on earth would I be up to anything?"
  46. >"Because you're you."
  47. >That got a chuckle out of you
  48. "Actually, I have a meeting to get to. I'm thinking about opening a business you see, and I need to interview some help."
  49. >Twilight's eyes narrowed until they looked like they were closed
  50. >"You? A business owner?"
  51. "Yep."
  52. >"What sort of business?"
  53. "I wanna make a kind of toy."
  54. >"Toys?"
  55. "Yes ma'am. A collection of toys really."
  56. >You made a show of looking at the non-existent watch on your wrist
  57. "Will you look at the time. I really gotta be going, but I'll see you around soon, alright, Twilight."
  58. >Twilight slowly nodded
  59. >"Alright... but be good, Anon."
  60. "Nope."
  61. >Before she could say anything else, you darted away
  62. >Your interview was at Ponyville's only restaurant
  63. >It was sorta a shithole
  64. >Not omnivore friendly at all
  65. >But it was either here or Sugarcube Corner, and you didn't want Ponk finding out about this
  66. >That mare was as bad of a gossip as Rarara...
  67. >Finding a table, you sat in a chair far too small for you, setting your papers down
  68. >"My, my, late? And here you went through all the trouble bothering poor Fluttershy to have me be here."
  69. >There was a puff of chocolate milk-flavored smoke
  70. >You looked up to see Discord sitting in front of you, arms crossed, looking a little irritated
  71. >"Shame on you," the draconequus continued. "This is a very POOR first impression, were a lesser Lord of Chaos, I might have left."
  72. >He snapped his claw
  74. >The pitcher of water a waiter was carrying on her back floated into the air toward the two of you
  75. >Two cups appeared, and the water was poured
  76. >Discord picked up his glass, and the water turned into chocolate milk
  77. >He took a sip, somehow drinking the glass
  78. >"Luckily for you, I'm in a very GOOD mood today."
  79. >You took a sip of your own water
  80. >You were twenty minutes early, you knew that, but there was no need to point that out
  81. >Discord was just busting your balls like usual
  82. "Thanks for coming here, Discord. Really," you said, setting your glass down. "I'm sure you're wondering why I invited you here."
  83. >"I am curious actually," the draconequus admitted. "Fluttershy wouldn't tell me why you wanted me here, she also wouldn't let me hop into your nogging to see either."
  84. >Making a mental note to thank Flutters later, you leaned forward
  85. "I could go ten minutes beating around the bush with you, but I'll cut to the chase--"
  86. >"Beating bushes? How vulgar."
  87. "Shut up please. I'm thinking of starting up something big, something this world's never seen before, and I need your help."
  88. >Discord raised an eyebrow
  89. >"You need my help? Whatever for?"
  90. "With a lot of stuff honestly, but for starters I need someone that can use magic to teleport a bunch of stone and earth away."
  91. >"And why not have one of your pony pals do it? I'm sure Twilight would be--"
  92. >"Twilight can't know about this. If she finds out she'll nip this whole thing in the bud before it gets off the ground. I want to have everything ready before she realizes anything."
  93. >Discord, finishing his glass, tossed the chocolate milk over his shoulder
  94. >It turned into a fish that swam away through the air
  95. >"Keeping secrets from out glorious leader? Anon, dear, you know just what to say. If I might ask though, what will you be making?"
  96. "Toys. Models really. Models for a game."
  97. >"A game?"
  99. "A game unlike any that Equus has ever seen. A game where Friendship isn't Magic, where the good guy doesn't win, where no one knows who the good guy even is. A place where everything is war, and the future is grim."
  100. >You reached into your notes, grabbing a particular paper and sliding it to him
  101. >You weren't much of an artist, but you were able to draw a bit
  102. >The drawing on the page was of a stallion in armor
  103. >At his side was a gun
  104. >His face was scarred, and one of his ears looked like it had been bitten off
  105. >There was a snarl on his face, eyes filled with rage
  106. >Above the picture were the words HyperSpace HyperWars
  107. "They shall be my finest warriors, these stallions who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war I shall forge them. They shall be of iron will and steely sinew. In great armour I shall clad them and with the mightiest weapons shall they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe will best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Equinty. They are my Space Warriors...and they shall know no fear."
  108. >Discord looked at the picture for several seconds
  109. >"That is... interesting. I suppose this will be for little fillies?"
  110. "Nope. It's for colts ages twelve to sixty-six."
  111. >The Spirit of Chaos's eyes widened
  112. >A grin came to his face as he realized what you wanted to do
  113. >"Oh Anon, you beautiful, wonderful, chaotic little creature. This will shake things up, I can feel it in my tail. Are you sure we aren't somehow related?"
  114. "So, are you interested in helping?"
  115. >"You had me at hello," Discord said, spreading his arms out wide. "Now what do we need to do?"
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