Author's Notes:

Here's a little late Valentine's day gift in case you're interested. <3 :

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/165740/one-v-one-me

Although you may have already seen it in the stories I've published.

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After waking up the next day, the Librarian begrudgingly informed the ancients that the planet was finally complete. From an outside perspective, the planet looked like any other one in the universe, although had it not been held by a Narret artificial gravity generator, it would have propelled into the cosmos. The world itself was smaller than Earth as well, which meant lesser gravity. Not that the ancients could comprehend that.

The primitives gathered as a huge mass in their respective star ships and demanded that the Librarian show them their handy work. The Librarian connected to the Carrier's main orbital surveillance systems and started to stream footage from what was going on in the world and transmitted it to the observation screens in the ships. Although to the primitives, she described it as a magic mirror.

The first thing that caught the attention of the humans was that the world was animated and completely resembled the world the way they drew it. The Librarian tried to explain, but the humans brushed off her comments, declaring the cartoon world as "appealing" to their eyes as literal fine art.

The Librarian sarcastically offered to create more worlds for them, but the primitive knowledge of the humans caused them to think that it was a 'rule' for every star system to have ONE planet, ONE moon and ONE sun. To think so otherwise would be heresy and especially offended the Native Americans and Greeks who believed in a Gaea.
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The next thing the Librarian, knew, the humans started to make LIFE as well. The Librarian tried to draw the line there, knowing that the creation of life was a daunting task for even the most hardy of Narrets. In the end though, her pleas proved useless.

It was decided that each culture of humans would get a chance to use the Creator Heart to model an intelligent species. An intelligent species that they would rule over as the master race of course.

Fueled by their ego, the primitive humans wanted the created races to resemble everything about them, down right to illogical extremes such as using the same tools they did and developing the same culture.

The Librarian's warnings of the repercussions of designing a species to evolve like another was brushed off, and the tribes got to work.

The perspective of the video took the view of the Greeks, and Shadow knew why.

Each human culture wanted to create a race that would appeal the most to them. From what Shadow had seen in the beginning of the video, this specific Greek tribe had fancied horses and were beginning to domesticate them. It didn't take a scientist to know what kind of creature the Greeks wanted to make.

An artisan was called by his tribe leader to draw a horse that would be used as the Avatar of the Greek culture. The artisan got to work and started to draw on the touch screen.

When the artisan announced his completion, the others looked at the display with utter anxiety.

What the artisan had drew, did not look like a horse on Earth at all. It was much smaller, cuter, cuddlier and for some reason had a pink mane and blue coat. It was still adorable however.

Not caring for the immense inaccuracy, the artisan continued to draw ponies in a similar manner that would be saved in the creator heart's data banks. However, normal horses with any special abilities not enough to satisfy the ego of the Greeks. After all, they could create anything.

Some Greeks wanted to create horses with wings like the ones that were ridden by Gods on their visits to Olympus while others wanted unicorns not from mythology, but from what was supposedly from natural history. Others just wanted normal horses, with no emphasis on normal.

The Artisan laid out the final designs for the three kinds of ponies his friends wanted to desperately see. The app on the Creator Heart displayed an image of a unicorn, earth pony and pegasus. Ones that looked the same as how the ponies on Epona looked today.

Next, the Greeks wanted to create a super-pony-goddess-being that would have all the traits of the three ponies, because why not? Besides, it would be a great symbol for unity regarding the marrying of Greek ideas. This time however, the Artisan paid far more attention to detail, drawing a horse that was taller and more anatomically correct to the ones on Earth. It was still a cartoon however.

Long story short, the first alicorn was designed and ready to be created once the ancients were done giving it magical powers beyond belief.

Content with the designs of the to-be species, the Greeks asked the Creator heart to bring their brain child into fruition. The Heart asked them if they wanted to further render the ponies into proper 3-d objects, but the Greeks ignorantly brushed passed the recommendation, not knowing of its significance.

To their displeasure, they were greeted by a programming app that asked them to develop the personalities of their creation. Being unable to understand jack shit when it came to even elementary addition, they called the Librarian for help.

To her annoyance, the Librarian was going to have to program whatever the humans told her to.

The Greeks started to brainstorm ideas of how the ponies would be like. They told the Librarian to program various magical abilities into the ponies, taking inspiration from their Olympian gods all the while.

Once magical powers were dealt with, they had to program the personalities of their creations.

The Greeks had a rather paradoxical view of how the morality and lifestyle of the Equines would turn out. They wanted the ponies to have their exact culture; down to language, architecture, and even using the same tools they did. Basically, they wanted the ponies to evolve just like them for generations to come. At the same time, ancients wanted the ponies to be romantic and peaceful, much like those who were stated to live in the paradise of Elysium.

The Librarian knew that programming creatures to simultaneously have a peaceful nature which the primitives lacked while making them evolve like said primitives would have unforeseen consequences. The created race would certainly not evolve in a proper manner due to a conflicting mind set. However, she had to program as she was commanded.

"Any other bright ideas?" sarcastically remarked the Librarian.

"Certainly!" yelled a scribe. "Make sure that these ponies will have their special talents marked clearly on their bodies so we will know what to use them for when commanding them. And for convenience's sake, they will call each other by their talents. That ought to make calling for their services easier."

The other Greeks agreed with the idea. The Librarian rolled her virtual eyes and programmed so. Before they knew it, the Creator Heart was only a click away from creating the Equine race.

But the Greeks were not content with merely making mere colorful ponies. Oh no. They continued to take inspiration from their stories to create even more creatures, such as the legendary Minotaur that fought Theseus and the mighty Hydra faced by Hercules.

To them, Equestria was an author's dream come true.

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Equnies appeared to be the theme among the other human tribe as well. The Africans had long valued the Zebra, and wished to see them on Epona. The Native Americans wished the Bison to be their avatar. The Arabians wanted horses to be their representatives as well, although they certainly despised the diminutive look of the Greek Equines and attempted to give their horses a more accurate look. (For any given measure of accurate considering the horses they made were still animated. There was only so much that an artisan could do.)

The only tribe that seemed to break the rule of creating a counter part race were the ancient Chinese, who believed that bringing the Dragon to life would provide the planet with worthy guardians and adversaries for the other races, instead of being a mere avatar.

However, the Greeks noticed that the creations of the other tribes lacked magic. The Greeks criticized the other cultures for this, but they simply replied that magic would only spoil the creation and coddle them from the harsh realities of life.

Other races were created as well, although with far less intelligence than the ones meant to be sapient. If the humans were going to colonize the world, they would need certain animals to be around such as birds, rabbits and bears.

And the Librarian, forced to comply to the laws of robotics, created as she was commanded.
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After splitting the land among themselves to dictate where each created race could go to, it was time for the tribes to name their newly created world. The problem was just what it exactly was going to be called, as each tribe had a completely different idea.

The Africans wanted to name it after their god, the Greeks after their's and so and so forth. Eventually, it was decided that a contest was to be held between the leaders of each tribe.

The game was simple. They would meet in the carrier and have a spear throwing contest. The winner of the game got to name the planet and the others had to comply. The Librarian suggested having a shooting contest, but scratched the idea once she realized none of the ancient humans had any concept for projectile weaponry.

The contest was held, and the Greek leader won. He decided to name the world after the Greek horse goddess 'Epona', another tribute to his love of the animal. On the surface of the world, the newly introduce creatures couldn't help but call the planet Epona as well.

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One of the projects of the tribes was to create a God like beast of epic proportions, one even stronger than the Alicorn.

However, none of the tribes could decide as to how such a being would look like, driving the artisans crazy. Eventually, the ancients decided to compromise their idea and make the being a big bowl of everything, with parts from every animal they could think of.

Finally, they presented their design to the Librarian, as well as the personality they wanted to give the deity. The AI was confounded by the odd design and severely thought that giving a beast such grandiose power with a destructive personality to be a fatal idea.

But nonetheless, she had to comply and bring the dreaded abomination to life.

When the Creator Heart finished its work, the abomination rose. As the Librarian predicted, this discordic being had no desire to listen to what the humans had to tell him, and used his colossal powers to vanish and 'have fun' in a certain part of the universe before a pre determined day where he would return.

This incident did not stop the primitives from creating other questionable races to sooth their lust for God like acts. These included creatures that could transform and feed on emotion, bears that resembled the night sky and horses made from gas that were attracted to quarrel.

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After a week or so passed of just blindly creating animated life with the Creator Heart without any sense of caution or rationalism, the primitive tribes decided they had enough, for now.

As per an overwhelming agreement, the leaders of the tribes demanded that the Librarian return them to Earth, so that they would bring their family and friends over to Epona, so that they would rule the created planet as a God Race.

Once again, the Librarian warned that simply returning to Earth without the proper time to enact calculations would have a severe negative impact on the group due to time and space curves, but the humans would have none of it.

The leaders demanded that the Librarian return them to Earth the very instant, without taking any precautions for safety. Constrained by the laws of Narret robotics, she had to comply with the wishes of the organic or suffer termination.

The next thing she knew, she had taken the fleet back into sub space without the humans ever bothering to set foot on the world they created.

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A moment passed, and the fleet was back in Earth's orbit. While the tribals had been gone for a week, only a day and half had passed on Earth due to space-time dilation.

The video fast forwarded parts of the Primitive controlled fleet reentering Earth's atmosphere.

Over some time, the ancients who were on the ship regrouped with their kind and told them of their mysterious adventures. How they had found a vessel that could traverse the heavens and how they had not only created a world and life, but a world and life that was their very own mythology come true. At the same time, none of the primitives who were on the space voyage the first time could comprehend as to why their fellows were telling them that they had been gone for just a mere day, when it was a week to them.

Nonetheless, every tribe around the Earth had the same idea of returning to the planet to rule over their creation as a master race. After all, just because they were animals from mythology did not change the fact that they had been created by humans and thus had to serve their masters.

A few days passed, and the last of the ancients returned to the Narret fleet. On cue, the Librarian begrudgingly teleported the now densely populated fleet back to Epona for the rest of the ancients to marvel at the creation.
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Unfortunately, the ignorant minded humans failed to take time dilation into account, and failed to realize that a hundred years had passed on Epona.

Soon, the memories flashed back into the view of the prime alicorn and her adventures in the forming world without human intervention during its hundred year gap. Which ancestor of the Mane 6 she was to didn't matter at this point.

The races that were not given magic, such as the Buffalo, Saddle Arabians, Donkeys and Griffons more or less struggled to survive their initial few years on the planet. Each one of them had the mind set of their human counterpart, and found themselves compelled to behave like they did, forming a culture antithetical to the biological needs of each. The tools designed for bi-pedal beings certainly did not help their situation, and using them was awkward.

As intended by the humans, the species followed a process of progression that mirrored their counter parts. Each species spoke in the language of their counter part, had their architecture and uncannily, even had government systems that were reminiscent to neolithic ones on Earth.

The non magical races did not have quite an exemplary beginning, as they had to adapt to the most brutal of conditions in order to survive, and soon they began to change. They evolved past the neolithic stage of their human counterparts and unknowingly entered a much later stage of life. A state more advanced than any civilization on Earth at the time. Any race that wanted to have mystic powers would have to gain them.

It also seemed that each race was beginning to make up origin stories regarding their appearance, each of which seemed to resemble the mythology of their counterparts. Zebras worshiped beings akin to the first African deities and the Buffalo started to worship Aztec like gods. The Saddle Arabian seemed to believe that they were always just there. None of them came to the conclusion of a primitive race creating them with ancient alien technology.

Contrast could immediately be seen when the focus shifted to the Equine's development. The ponies were essentially spoiled by the magic the Greeks allowed them to have. They enjoyed a much easier life than the other races and didn't advance as swiftly as the others. Their adaptation was their magic.

Despite the fact that the planet and star system the humans created would never function in a natural state, the ponies began to use their magical abilities to cheat what was essentially nature. It only took a few moments after their creation for the unicorns to realize they could control day and night with their magic, the Earth ponies made pockets of land bearable in an otherwise infertile ground while the pegasai could control the weather to be whatever they pleased. Unfortunately, these abilities meant that the other races would have to rely on the Equestrians for survival. An elvish superiority complex unintentionally grew within these ponies.

Soon the earliest traces of pony society began to brew. Structures resembling pre-ancient Greek structures were built and the ponies hastily used their magic in conjugation with their copied thought process.

The Alicorn couldn't help but notice how the ponies began to be treating her. It was almost as if the non alicorns were worshiping her as a goddess. Was it merely because she was taller and possessed traits of all three pony sub species? They really seemed to believe that she was the one who created the world and provided the materials to survive. The Alicorn knew it wasn't the truth, but seeing as to how it brought the Equestrians so much joy, she played along, if only for the sake of the greater good and order.

Unfortunately, there also appeared to be a split between the three different Equestrian races, based both on racial as well as ideological grounds, much to the Alicorn's dismay,

The Pegasai, who's minds were copied from a Greek that viewed life as a game of the strong dominating the weak, created a warrior culture to become the most dominant of fighters in the land.

The Unicorns, who's set of values were cloned from a man's that would eventually lead his family to be the first settlers of Athens, said no to such a brutal lifestyle, and favored a more lavish way of living dominated by magic.

The Earth ponies had their mindset and way of thought cloned from a primitive who would eventually sail to Arcadia to find a more nature tuned life. The Earth Ponies preferred to live in harmony with the world around them and embraced the wildlife.

Each tribe held their way of life close to their hearts. With magic to secure their supposedly Utopian societies, they could ensure their survival and development without the need for rapid advancements and over reliance on technology.

The Alicorn was distraught to see the ponies so divided among themselves, but she did not intervene as their ruler, they could manage themselves. For now, she would be a moral teacher and figure of hope for the three nations.

Despite the progression of each species going rather smoothly, no one put a hoof on just how awkward it was. Why was every species suddenly compelled to follow a strict evolutionary path that did not suit them? Why did they speak the way they do? Questions like that could not be answered, so it was best to avoid them.
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Due to poor planning on the humans' part, they failed to realize that when they returned to Epona, a hundred years had gone by.

The primitives who saw Epona for the first time were awestruck at notion that their own race had been responsible for the creation of a world, planet and star.

The plan of the ancients was simple. Each human culture would go to the land that was designated for them and rule over the mythical creatures they created as a literal master race. They would probably create a few more mythical creatures while they were at it. (The ancient Egyptians themselves had taken an interest in jackals).
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The next series of memories played in a quick successive pace.

Shadow saw each culture of ancient humans travel to the lands that they created, teleported by the carrier's facilities which the Librarian reluctantly orchestrated.

When the human cultures teleported onto the world they created, they were ecstatic to see that their mythical avatars were making progress. What they failed to realize was that it was a hundred years of progress that they missed thanks to their inept handling of teleportation devices.

At first, things looked well. The mythical creatures welcomed their respective human culture, not knowing that they were looking at their creators, who had given them their mindset, culture and tools.

One could tell that the humans were not amused at not being worshiped on sight by what was literally their creation, but they remained calm for the most part. Only a few tribes lost it on the first moment when they weren't lionized.

The next blow was when the mythical creatures failed to recognize the humans as their supposed deities. Time and time again, the humans insisted that they were their creators, but every mythical race; Buffalo to Griffin, did not recognize them as such.

For countless hours, the ancients tried to convince the mythical creatures that they were responsible for everything they had achieved, to no avail. To make matters worse, when the humans laid eyes on the technology and tools of the creatures, (tools that they would ironically develop after a hundred years themselves) they lost their minds. How dare the mythical creatures that they had created reject the 'fire of the gods' they were given?

Failing to comprehend that their creations simply had time to evolve, each human culture accused their avatar of heresy and refusing to obey the commands of their 'gods'.

Right when it seemed the ancients would give up, they tried to reason with their creation. They stressed that they were men, and it was the divine duty of every animal, especially those created, to obey its rightful master. Was it not common sense?

Disturbed by the racism and god complex of the humans, the mythical creatures shooed the humans away from their societies one by one.

Blasphemy and heresy was all the ancients could think about after each culture was exiled after their failed attempt at godhood. When they would all regroup inside the Narret carrier, they were going to make sure that their creations were going to regret their decision very soon.

They yelled to the sky and ordered the Librarian to bring them back to the ship. While their sounds didn't travel through space, the Librarian unfortunately heard them through the ship's surveillance systems. She had to obey.
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'Oh those ungrateful little shits' thought the ancient humans. They were the ones who gave them the tools needed for survival, they were the ones who gave them culture, land and LIFE. And now they simply say that their way of life was better and more adept than theirs? Unacceptable on all accounts!

The Librarian tried to explain that since a hundred years had technically passed, the races they created would undoubtedly evolve to a new culture that did not match their creators', but it did not matter to the primitives. What the mythical creatures had done was essentially defying and denouncing their literal creators. Heresy such as this needed to be purged indefinitely.

To add insult to injury, the concept of an animal, no matter how intelligent or advanced, refusing to be subordinate to a human was treason to what was (to them at least) the natural order of things.

With such 'crimes' committed against them, the tribal humans prepared for a final solution.

All but the Greeks, who were still rather content that the ponies were using the magic they gave them. Whether or not they would be loyal to the 'natural order' of human superiority would be a matter decided later for they never bothered to visit the land they created. The rather stayed on the carrier to discuss creating new species.

As for the others, the tribal leaders approached the Librarian and asked for a means of attack.

Disgusted by their snobbish and ignorant reasoning for declaring war, the Librarian attempted to lie to the humans and tell them that the ships had no offensive capabilities. Unfortunately, rule four of Narret robotics was pretty clear:

An AI Shall Not Lie.

Even without being constrained by protocol, the tribe leaders could tell when someone, organic or not, was holding something back. After much hassle, the Librarian was forced to reveal the Fleet's weapon capabilities. She describe the ion cannons as 'magic beams' in order for the humans to understand.

After an overwhelming majority voted in favor, the Leader of the Arabic tribe demanded that the Librarian program the weapons to attack every single individual of the races they had created and only stop when wiped out. With exception of the Equestrians of course, the Greeks had yet a bone to pick with them. The other mythical creatures they made like the Minotaur were expandable though.

At that very moment, the AI tried to delete herself from the ship's systems, but doing so would render her unable to carry out the humans' commands.

The Librarian knew what she had to do and after hesitating for an hour, she turned on the weaker directed energy weapons in order to mitigate damage done to the world, in the hopes that there would still be creatures left if the humans changed their minds.
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All was quiet in the Pegasai lands. A guard, resembling an ancient Spartan was busy pacing back and forth.

Right when he yawned out of boredom, he noticed a series of blue lights descend from the sky. Curious, he flew up in the air to get a better view.

The blue lights started to approach ground level and was headed for lands he knew to be Buffalo and Donkey territory.
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In the center of the Carrier, the ancient humans sat in the halls with food they had brought from Earth. They watched with glee as the 'traitors to the natural order of man and beast' were burned by 'magic'.

To their dismay, the weapons didn't wipe out villages in a single blast like what they envisioned, rather it took a few minutes or so to wipe out a small population due to the Librarian using weaker weapons. Still entertaining to themselves none the less.

The Africans especially cheered after seeing a Zebra city incinerated by the Narret energy weapon. The Anglo Saxons yelled in victory after seeing a group of Donkeys obliterated, a fate they found suitable for 'heresy'.

The Librarian couldn't believe the sight before her virtual eyes. Thanks to getting their hands on Narret technology, the humans had become so convinced of their supposed Godhood to the point where they believed that they could simply enact judgement day on an innocent race for not adhering to their twisted moral standards.
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It did not matter that the the Narret ships were decimating the landscape of Epona, for the Creator Heart allowed the humans to simply repair whatever damage had been done to the land with ships that weren't firing energy weapons.

Despite creating a massive planet for their supposedly loyal subjects, the humans realized that they had failed to create a section of the world for themselves.

After clearing out a Griffin village, the humans found a suitable spot near the tundra areas that provided a nice, almost romantic location for a city.

As the carnage swept below them, the tribe leaders met on hologram to discuss the creation of the new city. After their artisans got work on the designs for the settlement, the ancients turned to the Creator Heart and got to work.

Using the Carrier which had not been a part of the fighting force, the humans started to build a city with the most Utopian looking architecture they could think of. But once again, their lack of modeling and programming skills caused the heart to produce a city that was animated with bare detail. The Librarian gave up trying to explain the implications of failing to properly render an object at that point.

With each ancient tribe contributing an idea, Crystal buildings began to rise and a giant central castle was created to serve as a home for a collaborative oligarchy between the leaders of each human culture.

After work on the Crystal Empire was complete, the primitives decided to settle on the land once and for all, knowing that frigates bombarding Epona would not target them.

Using the teleportaion network, the Librarian transported the ancient humans into their proudest creation yet. Once the first settlers got a look at the shining gaze of the city, they truly felt like gods, even if the city did look like a cartoon.
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The Librarian wasn't too relived at her new job of being....well....a Librarian. While she was bound by the laws of robotics to serve in a desolate chamber in the middle of sub space, those foolish humans were massacring entire races for pitiful reasons.

The AI watched the humans muck around in the archives, merely using horridly outdated writing techniques to describe their wretched genocide. The Librarian wanted to point out that the archives were meant to store holographic information on tablets or virtual documents that could be accessed through devices, not leather with ink.

But it wasn't like they were going to listen to her anytime soon. Since she was banished to the archives, she had hope that the auto fire of the star ships would eventually seize, but that would only happen once the poor races that weren't human were butchered to extinction. At least the humans wouldn't be able to carry out the functions of the Narret fleet once that issue seized. All they would have was the relatively harmless Creation heart.

Outside the archives, a group of humans sat in the command table with a holographic display of the Crystal Empire lit up, debating on how certain parts of the city would look like. The culture clash certainly didn't help is choosing an architectural style. Neither did their gross lack of knowledge on city construction and how the Creation Heart functioned.

It would have been safer to form the land in space or subspace rather than inside the planet and city they were forming, but the leaders wanted to see the power of the heart in action, clearly having gone mad with a power they should have never used.

In space, the carrier was populated by an overwatch of primitives, supervising the destruction of the planet before hand. As parts of the planet got decimated from orbit, the ground team controlling the heart would merely "clean up" the damage as if nothing had occurred.

To the humans watching the carnage from space, everything was just a light show. Once every Griffin, Minotaur and all other disobedient animals were extinguished from Epona they would take the planet for their own and reign as its rightful rulers and recreate the races to be a little more submissive.

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Unfortunately for the humans, their little play at godhood eventually had to come to an end. For the next thing they knew, more star ships exited sub space.

The memory changed to reflect the view of the Carrier's surveillance cameras. From sub space descended a whopper of fifty Narret Cruisers and one gigantic Narret Dreadnought that was sixty kilometers long. Evidently, none of these were populated by humans.

The confused primitive humans tried to see what was going on, but without an AI or relevant knowledge, they were pretty much useless and stuck in a moving hunk of metal on auto fire.

The next thing the primitive tribe humans knew, they were being teleported against their will....again.

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While the Librarian merely stood in place, the scribes in the archives were discussing the foundations for their new empire, only to be engulfed in a familiar blue light and taken away.

The Librarian was shocked. "Have the humans found out how to use the fleet's teleportation systems without me?"

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The alicorn looked around in the foreign fields. The destruction from the sky had stopped. She flew towards a cave that had been used as a hiding spot for a group of Zebras.

She descended to the ground and let them know that the carnage had stopped.

At first, she saw hope in the Zebra's eyes for a better future, but then she saw hatred. Hatred that stemmed from a burning desire to avenge the deaths of the many that had fallen.

As the Zebras cried for revenge on the human race, the Alicorn pondered her actions.

Her race had been spared, but they were not oblivious to the destruction that had occurred on the world. She could tell the ponies that it was an alien invasion that triggered the catastrophe, they would seek revenge as well.

In order to protect the peace and not lead the ones she cared about to a dark path, the Alicorn would forever remain silent on the truth behind the issue. She could simply blame it on a cosmic storm. The Equestrians would believe that.

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Finally, the scene changed to depict the primitive humans, back on their home planets, stripped away from their Narret technology.

The human tribe was looking straight at a new group of aliens, more than 6ft tall and wearing a bluish-purple suit of armor, with a pattern of glowing teal lines and a helmet with a black 'T' shaped visor. Each one was clutching some sort of energy staff.

The leader took these aliens took of his helmet, and revealed a face that was essentially a male version of the Librarian's. It was more than clear that these were the Narrets themselves.

"What is the meaning of this?" finally cried out a scared human.

"Excuse me?" roared the leader of the Narrets. His voice was very similar to Shining Armor's. "You were the ones who stole our technology to create a world without authorization, only to massacre its inhabitants."

"Your precious ghost lady said we could!" defended another primitive.

"Is that your best argument?" replied the Narret commander. "The AI was merely trying to return home and you purposely took advantage of her and the fleet to suit your lust for Godhood!"

"You have no right to take away what we reaped as ours!" defended a human.

"These ships were never yours to begin with." panned the Commander, his rage intensifying. "The fleet will be taken back where it belongs to."

"What about the world we created? All the beasts that need to be attended to and ruled over?" questioned the human leader.

"Despite your superficial understanding of terraformation and the most simplest of sciences, the planet you created is rather stable. Especially considering that you just bombarded it with energy weapons chronically. The world will be allowed to function on its own, without any xeno intervention. The way it should be in the first place." explained the Narret commander.

"What about that ghost women? Are you going to just leave her there?"

"The Librarian will remain in the archives, I suspect that once the races you created properly develop, if they develop given your poor programming, she would be a useful aid to your creations." informed an anonymous Narret.

"And what are you going to do to us?" inquired a primitive.

"You will be stripped of our technology and develop without any interference or help, the way that is fair and natural." stated the Narret commander. "Although I warn you, if your kind does indeed return to your creation, do not expect its inhabitants to take it lightly. The very concept of getting revenge on you would be rather biblical considering the damage."

The Narret commander turned around and moved forward. "Ready the amnesia device, so they forget of this wretched ordeal."

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Video Terminated. Replay?

The screen turned off. The Librarian turned around to look at the viewers.

The ponies were rather disturbed at what they saw, but everything made sense to them. Sort of. Shadow on the other hand appeared to be completely frozen in place and mute. Too mute.

"Well that just happened." sighed Rainbow Dash.

"Guess that explains the magic, planet and....everything." gulped Twilight.

"Based on what I saw, I don't ever think the alliance would even dream of backing down. Had the Narrets not intervened, I swear the planet would be under the control of an oppressive human empire." guessed Rarity.

"But, it was all just a big misunderstanding right?" said Fluttershy.

"Hardly, the humans seemed to know what they were doing." countered Applejack.

Pinkie Pie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but that was ten thousand years ago. I mean, the humans now are totally different compared to the humans in the past. Right Shadow?"

There was no response.

"Shadow?"

The four commandos just stood there. Their masks were still glued to the screen.

"Their vitals indicate that they are in shock." informed the Librarian.

"I think that information was too much for them to handle." theorized Twilight.

Finally, the four of them started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Yep, they've gone mad." nodded Pinkie Pie.

X-ray finally spoke. "What. The. Fuck. Was That!"

Scarecrow laughed like a mental idiot. "Wow...just wow!"

Scorch couldn't control his speech. "So our ancestors massacred.....them all....because.....fuck."

"So the logical explanation for all this is a giant ancient alien conspiracy?" blurted Scarecrow. "That's just fucking.....I don't know what to say."

"Are you guys feeling okay?" checked Fluttershy.

"Oh, we are feeling spectacular!" sarcastically remarked Overwatch. "We just saw the biggest load of bull shit ever. Of course we're okay!"

"What's wrong with the video?" inquired Twilight.

"That's the logical explanation?" shrieked X-ray. "The answer to this stupid planet is that a bunch of ancient humans wanted to play god with fucking space magic?" He was cringing at this point.

"That makes even less sense than a magical world appearing out of nowhere!" fumed Scorch.

"I recommend you four get some sleep to calm you down. Hours have passed outside." advised the Librarian.

"................................"

"Awesome." was all Scarecrow finally said. The four enraged counter terrorists turned around and walked towards the exit, distraught that their answer was not the rational exposition they had hoped for.

"Where are you going?" called Rainbow Dash.

"Out!" replied X-ray, already a considerable distance away from the ponies. "Any of you coming?" The Mane 6 hurriedly followed the commandos out the archives.

Soon, all that was left in the archives was the glow of the Librarian's holographic avatar.

"Well, I'll just wait here until someone decides to visit again. I count another few centuries."

While pondering what to do next, the Librarian could have sworn she heard a voice that sounded awfully familiar to her. One that did not belong to the Mane 6 or Shadow squad.

But given the fact that there was no one physically present in the room she was in, and the fact that all types of sensors failed to pick up anything, it would be illogical to suggest that someone was there.

Right?