Roan Scientists have attempted to re-create the big rip that opened up the outer sphere, not knowing the outer sphere is no more. They start the machines creating a bright light. The labs fill with a huge green light before shutting down, the power goes out for three blocks leaving the scientists baffled. They close up the lab for the night deciding to work more on it tomorrow.
Meanwhile a bright light flashes in an alley in New Damsire leaving a brown Pegasus collapsed into a heap next to a dumpster. He has OD green clothing draped on top of him, and a strange rifle and helmet. Laying next to him. He stays there all night."
A sound of cloth shuffling on pavement was all that cam from the shrouded form of Vex. A large, hooded robe covered the pony entirely and left no clue of her form underneath. In the darkness a faint purple glow could be seen from under the hood draped over her head, as well as glowing out from the few rips and tears in the old fabric. Despite her rather unassuming appearance, an aura of unease often fell upon those who saw the ancient construct. They had no idea why, all they saw was a pony in a robe, they wouldn't even know she was a construct, and yet she made them uneasy.
To Vex, the reason was obvious however. She was an arcanotech machine, she was sentient, and she was powerful. Very powerful. An ancient book hung from the mare's side, nearly as thick as a pony's leg and bound in stiff, cracked leather. Unintelligible runes marked it's surface, shapes both twisting and angular, hard to read, and almost headache inducing to look at for too long. Vex did not know why she had the book, but she had learned from it, learned many things. She could read the runes, they didn't bother her. None of it told her why she was alive however, or why she was thinking about why she was alive, constructs shouldn't think of such things. Constructs should carry out the task given by their owner... Why did she think then? Why could she act of her own will? Why was she walking down this street? Something told her to go that way but she didn't know what.
The thoughts flew around a mind that should not exist, distracting Vex, making her daydream. Why could she do that? Another question with no answer. Something cut through her thoughts however, cut through everything in her false-mind like a hot knife through butter. Energy, lots of it. Suddenly there, and then gone. Close. Down there. Go! The entire thought process took a fraction of a second, automated cognition and sapient thought briefly working as one to make a choice quicker than any organic pony could dream. Vex turned down the alley, the shuffling sound of her robes quietly echoing between the buildings while the occasional sound of metal on concrete escaped too when her metal hooves hit the floor.
In the alley Vex saw nothing of interest, neither her eyes nor her sensors could see a thing that could have made such an energy spike. Dumpsters, garbage on the floor... And what looked like a vagrant pony. "Frustrating." The arcano muttered, before continuing her slow walk through the alley, watching the pegasus cautiously as she passed it. Organic ponies had tried to steal from her before, underestimating her. They had believed she was a simple old pony, they had learned otherwise. Vex idly wondered if they had made it to a hospital afterwards... They had certainly needed it.
With a rattle and a ring a curious six-wheeled shape turned the corner. An old engine chugged along driving the creaking body along. It was a strange patchwork vehicle; the front end cobbled together from derelict cars of the last few decades. After the cab where the car's back half should have been was instead a whole wagon made from grayed and sun-beaten boards. A roof of corrugated metal topped it off with a little stovepipe emerging from the back left corner. The jury-rigged truck stared ahead with bright headlamps, two in front and two on the top of the cab, casting four beams over the road.
The wheels suddenly screeched to a halt as a strange green blast came from an alleyway, followed by the rustling and rattling of whatever loose clutter was in the wagon. The engine slowly grew quiet and let out one last loud pop before it died. Something began to move in the cab, making the truck squeak and shift on its axles. The driver's door flew open, as a huge, rotund orange mare squeezed out into the street, her bottle green eyes wide with concern.
"What the heck?..." she muttered to herself in a high, squeaky Damshire accent. Her plump hoof scratched at her wild black mane. She closed the door and waddled over the pavement to the alleyway. It was there she saw one--no, two ponies. One was in a ragged black cloak, the other slumped over beside a dumpster. Immediately the roadie tensed up and swallowed a lump in her throat. Was this pony mugging the unconscious one? Had she killed him?
"H-Hey! What the heck are ya guy's doin' back there?" she called out, trying to sound braver than she was.
Sapphire was busy minding her own business, the mare on a long, self imposed quest to figure out just what it was that was making the Aethertech constructs come to life. She herself could probably be mistaken for one, seeing as how eighty percent of her body had been replaced with mechanical augmentations to save her life. Her body was now a matte silver color for the most part, her face still covered in her natural dark blue fur, and her light blue mane and tail with the wite stripe showed this mare had once been a regular pony. A sudden, massive energy surge made a few of her systems go wonky for a moment, namely her eyes and balance, causing her vision to fade and making her stumble before everything corrected itself once again.
"Weird..." she muttered under her breath as she shook her head, her wings flexing at her sides a little before she suddenly heard somepony shouting. Looking around, she quickly located the source, a fat rodie mare who was yelling down an alley way. Could the disturbance have come from down there? Deciding it couldn't hurt to look, she made her way over, keeping silent fkr now, watching the scene that was already going on.
Max weaves down the street out from one of his favorite watering holes. Everything seems so pleasant tonight, soft and just a little blurry. He pauses for a moment to adjust his saddle harness, the thing seems to keep on leaning to one way or another, putting him off balance constantly. That thing was expensive, couldn't it be a little more stable and secure, like it normally is? He soon gives up with fiddling and goes on his slow way; he can fix it in the morning. The sudden bright flash from a few alleyways down leaves him stunned for a few seconds before reflexes, perhaps a little sluggish in his current condition, kick in and he zeroes in to investigate whatever dares to be so harsh and bright in such a peaceful night. He peeks his head around the corner to the alleyway, taking in the several figures already there, but in a surprising moment of lucidity decides to bide his time.
A large copper colored canine meandered through the night, idly passing ponies and gryphones that he towered over. The dog wore the robes of a priest. The collar of his shirt held small pin, marking him as something more to those that knew what its purpose signified. It was a cool night with a clear sky, a faint few starts could be seen over the city's light pollution, making him yern for the countryside for the fourth time that night.
On a whim, he decided to turn down an alley, an nearly collided with someone, "sorry," he muttered profusely.
Sitting by a heater in the outdoor seating of a cafe, a large, gray tercel was staring bleakly into the cup of coffee in front of him. He couldn't remember why he thought that ordering the caffeinated beverage this late at night would be a good idea, as it would probably keep him from getting a full night's rest. He shifted uncomfortably as he drummed his claws lightly along the side of the porcelain mug. Despite the coat and scarf he was wearing, the tercel couldn't help but feel naked, like a shell-less hermit crab looking for a new home. Even though it was nice to do street observations every now and then, the griffon didn't like the idea of being without the armor he usually wore, especially in a public place like this.
He was beginning to wonder if he should have ordered tea when a large Canidian walk into the entrance of an alleyway adjacent to the cafe's porch. Odd. the tercel thought to himself. That was the forth or fifth body he saw walk into that very same alleyway on this night alone. Maybe it was some kind of well-known shortcut the local used to get to and from work, but there was something strange about that alleyway--sinister, even. The griffon scratched at his jaw as he checked his watch. Only tens of minutes remained on his shift before he could call it a night, but something in the back of his head told him that it could be more than something to just call in. Maybe ordering that coffee was the right idea after all.
The Pegasus stallion slowly stirs he looks around as the haze in his mind starts to fade. What is going on here? he tries to think he lets loose a moan as he tries to gain his faculties, head, ears, eyes, arms.... Wait. Where is his arms? he feels like he's crawling on all fours but his arm's are replaced with his legs he lets loose a panicked shout "Gahhh" he starts to look around as his eyes start to adjust, seeing ponies and griffons. Fear catches on as he tries to make a grab for his rifle realizing his hands aren't hands anymore. He screams again covering his face with his hooves.
Vex had managed to do little else before she had a large dog walk into her, most ponies likely would have been sent stumbling back by such a thing, or knocked over completely. Vex however wasn't normal, even if it was mostly hidden by the thick robes draped over her body, a stark contrast to the priestly robes the canine wore, Vex's looked more sinister, if only by the way she wore them. Under them was her aethertech body, sturdier than flesh and with superior stabilisation. She was rocked slightly by the impact, but otherwise remained where she was. "Vex is unharmed, you do not need to worry." She said, glancing up at the canine.
Her muzzle was visible, illuminated lightly by the odd purple glow that seemed to come from within the robes, strange markings and runes were visible on her features briefly by the dog before she looked quickly down at who she had assumed was a vagrant, now mumbling and screaming, this did little to change her opinion however, and she still appeared to have little care for his well being. "You should stop." She simply said to the pony on the floor, in her head she knew he wouldn't do that, but she was compelled to say it anyway... Why? Such a thing is illogical, why say something that will achieve nothing? The thought circled Vex's mind, these changes to her were nagging.
Sweet Tooth blinked as she saw a large canidian appear and collide with the robed figure. She wasn't sure who he was, but he was big, and might be able to help out if this was in fact a mugging. The fat mare sighed in relief.
The stallion laying on the ground--she could see now he was a pegasus--started screaming. Sweet Tooth winced.
"Hey...Hey, what the heck's goin' on?" She cried as she started waddling forward, making a beeline for the pony. "Is he hurt? What's happenin'?" She tried to get close to him, checking for any sign of injury. She tried to avoid looking at the creepy robed pony. Now that she was closer she wasn't sure if it was a pony at all. But as long as she left alone she hoped it wouldn't be a problem.
Tilting her head, Sapphire began to follow after the fat mare, picking up her pace a little and being surprised at how many others were in there as well. Maybe this was the location after all! As she drew closer, they would undoubtedly be able to hear her heavier hoofsteps as she tried to look around the mare and find out what she was talking about, finally giving up and just taking to the air, her metallic wings barely able to spread to their full span as she hovered in the air above the mare, finally getting a look at the others, one pony, a pegasus who seemed to be having a mental break down, as well as a robed figure and a rather large canidid at the other end of the alley way. Deeming the upset pony more in need of attention, she flew over and landed near him, looking him over curiously. "Are you alright?" She asked in a quiet, calm tone, not wanting to excite him any more than he was. She looked at the obese mare as she came up and began checking on him, probably invading his personal space and upsetting him further. "Ma'am, could you please give him some space, he's clearly upset." She asked, politely.
Two.. Two... Four.. Five? Five. Seven. Max gave up counting after seven and leans more heavily against the building, grateful for its solidity at least. There seemed to be an impressive number of people converging in the alleyway in any case, leaving him to wonder what the special occasion was. Flashes of light before, was somepony setting off fireworks? Impromtu party in a back alleyway? The idea seemed sightly less likely as he started to follow the wall down the alley, since although people tended to be noisy at parties, usually it was not to scream like that. Still, one could always hope. He kept going, trying to hear what was being said, shuffling along with all pretense of stealth or discretion forgotten.
Rufus looked down at the surprisingly solid pony he bumped into. He opened his mouth to reply, but a hereto unseen equine started to panic. He wasn't sure what was the cause of the panic, but it might have something to do with a surprising number of ponies filling the alleyway. Feeling a massive Canidian would hinder rather than help, he began backing his way out of the alley.
"Mayhaps some space will help him," Rufus called out from the corner, only his large head peaking around, hovering well above everyone else.
Kroll walking along one of the walls that led into the alley when he heard someone scream, prompting the tercel to stop dead in his tracks.He wasn't in a position to put himself at any unnecessary risks, especially any that would draw attention to himself. Plus, it seemed that yet another pony was heading towards the alleyway, possibly drawn in by the commotion. To keep himself out of sight but still be capable of observing the situation, the griffon resorted to taking a knee behind a dumpster close by, pretending to adjust his prosthetic leg.
Jason flinches away as he tries to understand what is going on, where are his fingers, his hands, where is his feet or toes? What are these creatures and they're talking to him? could he respond? He musters up the courage "Stay back!" he shouts, "Who ... What.... Am I?" he looks at the metal horse looking thing "What are you?" he tucks himself into a corner trying to curl into a ball.