Once I watch the colt fly out of view, I go through the house to double check everything. Books, in order and neatly put away. Beds, lacking stains and mostly in order. Food, not eat, thank you Celestia for that one! Given, there aren't many ponies around here that can eat gems. Everything checks out for the double checking list. With everything still in order, I grab my keys and head out, locking the door behind me this time. I have one last thing to do before I head over to Miles' place.

A lot of ponies give me odd looks for wearing a jacket in the middle of summer. Me, I like the extra warmth. I guess that's why you hardly ever see dragons in frozen areas. Well... other than mountain tops, but that's different. That's mainly when we go to sleep and want to find a place to slumber.

Anyway, I make my way through Ponyville and quickly enter my destination, Carousel Boutique. The front rooms seems to be in order, but I can hear Rarity working away in the back. I walk over to the backroom and duck when a large spool of thread nearly hits me on the head. Rarity is hard at work completely whatever order she happens to have this time. With the Grand Galloping Gala coming up soon, it's understandable that she's busy at the moment. It's a good thing she got that new fabric supplier, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get these pieces done on time.

I lean back and simply watch her work for awhile. She's 'in the zone', as she likes to quote. There isn't a single thing I could really do that would break her concentration at the moment, well, nothing short of physically touching her. But, being the good gentledrake I am, I simply wait patiently for her to find a stopping point in her work. I look over the various dresses and suites she's made and start to read the owner tags on them. Some of them are famous celebrities, while others are top tier nobles. Sapphire Shores, Noteworthy, Corporal Hope, Blueblood...

"BLUEBLOOD!" I practically yell. Several spools and furniture pieces fall over when Rarity drops everything, letting out a loud yelp in surprise.

"Spike! When-"

"Why did you make Blueblood a suit!?" I yell as I rush over to the piece and pull the tag out, rereading it.

"Will you please use your indoor voice!" she yells back, making me turn to face her. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself before continuing. "That's better. Now, yes. I agreed to make a suit for Blueblood. He sent one of his assistants to place the order and paid in advance. I know things in the past were less than desirable-"

"You could say that again." I huff as I cross my arms.

"But, I do have a business to run. Refusing business with a noble would reflect poorly on me. Though many of my loyal customers have no dealings with him, the ones that pay the most do. To put it simply, if I refuse to fulfill his order, I would lose a lot of business."

"And we don't want that." I mumble to myself as I take a seat against the wall. Rarity walks over and takes a seat beside me, nuzzling herself under my arm and against my chest. I pull her in close and lean into her, sighing from the contact. "Sorry I yelled."

"That's quite alright. I understand how this situation would make you feel-"

"Well, yeah. I don't like the idea of that creep being anywhere near you." I cut her off.

"But, you do understand why I have to do this, right?" she asks leaning over to look me in the eyes. I stare back into her sapphire eyes before leaning towards her, only to stop when I feel her hoof on my lips. "I'll take that as a yes," she says in a hushed voice. I smile to her and pull her in for a hug. She used my favorite shampoo again. The one that smells like roses and rain. An odd, and expensive, combination.

"He's toast if he tries anything."

"But of course. You should have seen the face on his assistant when I made it clear about that." I laugh as I imagine that. Some overly posh kiss ass being told the mare of his masters affection taken by a dragon. I'd give half my gem stash to see that!

"Do you have a moment? I could make us some tea." I ask her, pulling back from the hug.

"Well... some tea does sound nice. But I have so much to catch up on," she says, casting a worried glance to the messy room behind her. I mull it over for a second before lifting her up and give a few flaps of my wings to stand back up. She yelps and clings to me, making me chuckle. I head over to the main room and set her down on her lounge couch before heading to the kitchen.

"Rosemary or juniper?" I call back to her as I set up the kettle.

"I actually got this new mix that I'd like to try out," she calls back, "it should be in the cupboard in the front." I look inside and pull the front most box out.

"Green Blossom?" I read aloud.

"Perfect! I was in the market earlier when a trader showed me it. He said it's a favorite from the ape lands and I simply had to try it! It's supposed to soothe and-" And at this point I zone her out. I've learned that she tends to give the main info at first, then goes into unnecessary information after that. It's actually a sales tactic of hers. It really drives home whatever bull she's selling.

After a few minutes of getting everything set and ready I head back out to the front room. As expected, she's still talking about Ape culture and whatnot. Something about tea ceremonies or something. I plop down next to her and pour us each a cup, offering her it delicately.

"Thank you dear. Did you bring any biscuits?"

"Oh, sorry." I start to get up but stop when I see her levitate a package out to us. I sigh and sit back, getting her to relax against me as we begin to enjoy our tea. It has a slight tinge to it at first, but melts away to a sweet after taste. It's not half bad actually. I prefer my own tea, malted jade with opals, but it's nice none the less. "So... Grand Galloping Gala-"

"Oh! Don't even get me started on that! I've got countless orders to fulfill and I fear I might not be able to attend this year. I'd hate to send you alone but I simply-"

"I'm not going." I cut her off, getting a quizzical look from her. I let out a sad sigh as I set my cup down. This isn't going to be easy, not by a long shot. "I'm... going back to the Southern Badlands-"

"Spike!" she almost tosses her cup down when I say this. I nod, knowing the gravity of this full well. "Why? What's down there that's so important for you to go so suddenly?"

"Every elder dragon holds a moot. A time when like minded dragons meet and discuss... well, I'm not sure what they discuss. Bolas is holding his soon, so I'm going... at Miles' request-"

"Miles! Why would he ask such a thing of you!? And Bolas!? What's so important about him?" She starts getting a little hysterical, so I pull her into my lap to silence her. She blushes deeply as she straddles my hip, resting her hooves on my shoulders. I chuckle at her impishness and rest my claws on her slender hips, enjoying the feeling of her smooth fur underneath. "S-Spike-"

"I love how I can still make you blush." I tell her, making her blush even more. "You know how important you are to me, right?"

"O-of course I do, but-"

"And you know I wouldn't trade anything in the world for you, right?" I ask, resting my forehead against hers. She nods and leans against me, holding me tighter. "You're the only reason I'm going. Miles fears the dragons will choose a side for the upcoming war. And he doubts it will be with Celestia. Bolas is the Elder of Power, and holds the most sway with all dragons. I have to go to this moot to get a better understanding of their hierarchy. If they decide to fight Equestria... I don't want you getting in the cross hairs."

"Spike, I know Miles is smart about these things, but don't lose faith in Celestia just yet. I'm sure we'll work something out in the end. A... war? Times are hard, but I don't think it'll come to that." she tells me, running a hoof over my cheek. I take her hoof in my claw and hold it there, enjoying the soft contact for a brief moment.

"I hope it doesn't. But I want to be ready in case it does. This is why I accepted to go. It won't be easy, but I have to try."

"You'll be safe, won't you?" she asks tenderly.

"I may not be a Spartan, but I have my own cause to fight for." I tell her, looking into her sapphire eyes with as much conviction as possible. We start to gravitate closer to closer to one another, our mouths just barely touching each others. Our eyes slowly beginning to close as we began to close the distance between us-

"RARITY!" Sweetie sings as she enter the building. I jump to my feet, dropping Rarity to the ground with a hard thud. Before I could apologize and help her up, Sweetie enters the room and looks at us in a disappointing manner. "Spike."

"Uh... hey Sweetie-"

"Stop sweating about getting caught. There is nothing worse you two could do after that night." I try to stammer out a response, but nothing comes out. She shakes her head and heads over to the kitchen, leaving us to collect ourselves.

"Sorry about that." I tell Rarity as I help her up. She takes a moment to fix her mane before addressing me.

"I-It's fine darling. Why don't you clean up the tea while I finish up on this piece." I nod to her and gather the kettle and cups onto the tray I brought. I pause at the doorway to the kitchen when I see Sweetie sitting at the table, eating an apple.

"So, what brings you by this time Spike? Hopefully it wasn't for... that." I shake my head and head over to the sink, where I start to clean the dishes. I take a moment to think about how to answer that, before I think back to Miles. No secrets. Just plain, honest truth.

"I'm going to be leaving soon to attend a dragon moot in the Southern Badlands. I don't know exactly when I'm leaving and I have no clue when I'm coming back." She stays quiet for a bit, processing what I just told her. I just continue cleaning the dishes in the sink, even though finished the ones I used already. Hopefully she won't freak out too much, I can't calm her down 0as easily as I can with Rarity.

"What's a dragon moot?" she asks quietly.

"It's... like a club meeting, sort of. Like minded dragons meet with the Elders to... I don't know. Discuss world matters, vie for power... meet other dragons..."

"Oh..." Even though I'm not looking at her, I can tell she's blushing. Heck, I'm blushing!

"I don't intend to find a dragon... mate. Miles is asking me to go to hear what the dragons think, and possibly win some favor with them. The moot I'm going to is for a dragon named Bolas, the Elder of Power."

"Why is he called that?"

"I'm not sure. When a dragon is an adult and completely gives themselves to an aspect of their life, they ascend into and Elder stage. Bolas is Power, Frost is Ice, Urza is fire, and I intend to find all of the others and speak with them as well." It goes quiet again, and I'm running out of dishes to clean. I hear another set of hooves enter the room and glance back to see Rarity joining Sweetie at the table. She's still working on one of her pieces, but I can tell she really wants to be a part of the conversation.

"Will it be dangerous?" Sweetie asks, getting Rarity to pause and look up to me. I look back to the now empty faucet and shut the water off. I knew this question was coming up, and I was kind of dreading it.

"Yeah, I imagine it will be." I tell them as I turn to face them. "I'm not well known by many dragons, and my size is a bit... unimpressive."

"According to Raritys diary, that's not entirely-"

"SWEETIE BELL!" Rarity yells, dropping the dress. "What did I tell you about invading the privacy of others!?"

"You mean like how you were watching me and Button last time?" Sweetie asks innocently, making Rarity turn red. I turn a bit red as well, never getting accustomed to how open these two are -and aren't- with one another. I quickly come to the decision to sit this one out, knowing how awkward it's going to get.

"I-I was not watching!"

"Were too! By the way, clean up after yourself next time! Button nearly broke his neck on the way out that night!"

"He obviously have some coordination issues if he's slipping on nothing! I swear! Can't you teach that stallion how to use his hooves more effectively!"

"AHA! I knew it! Button has no clue what to do with his hooves during sex! You were watching us!"

"Why are you even having sex in the first place!? In my home no less! That is no way a lady your age should be acting!"

"HA! A 'lady* also shouldn't be sneaking off to their coltfriends house for quickies every Friday night!"

"H-how-"

"I read your diary! Remember!? That's the only reason we're talking about this right now!"

"Sweetie Bell! Watch your tone!"

"Right after you admit you were watching us!"

"Oh.... fine! I was watching you two! I was in heat and I could smell the two of you a mile away! There! Are you happy now!?"

"No! My coltfriend doesn't know what to do with his hooves during sex! It's been driving me crazy forever! It keeps killing the mood for me! I nearly yelled out for you to come lecture him on what to do the past four times for Celestia sake!" Rarity lets out a small whimper before she pulls Sweetie in for a tight hug.

I don't get it. It's not even just these two, their mother acts like this as well. I tried asking their father about it, but he simply told me to sit back and wait for them to hug it out. Hasn't failed since. I don't know how the three of them can talk to one another like this, but it works somehow. Also, never make a sound during these heated exchanges.The littlest noise will turn them on you like a manitcore to a sick, abandoned puppy.

"I'm sorry I... sneaked a peek at your moment of passion." Rarity tells Sweetie as they pull away from one another.

"It's alright. I can't blame you for being in heat. I'm sorry I read your diary again... and broke the lock on it... again."

"That's fine dear, I'm sure Spike won't mind fixing it again-"

"Says who?" I ask, feeling like it's a good point to come back into the conversation.

"Spike, how will I ever put all my thoughts and inner secrets down without the judgement of others?" Rarity asks in her puppy dog voice. She puts the extra effort to bat her eyes an pucker her lips, making me chuckle.

"I'm sure we can work out some sort of arrangement." I tell her with a confident smile. She blushes a bit and smirks back to me, making Sweetie gag.

"Anyway! How soon until you leave for the Southern Badlands?" Sweetie asks, immediately changing the mood.

"As soon as I can. The moot is in a few days, and I have to get there early if I'm going to meet my contact." They both perk up when I say this, leaning in closer to me.

"You don't mean..." Rarity leads with, gesturing with a hoof.

"Eeyup."

"You're going to the moot with your mom!?" Sweetie exclaims, making Rarity faint.

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I don't know how I get into these situations. One minute I'm running down the halls of the castle, having a touching moment with my son. The next I'm getting scolded by Celestia and Luna for scaring a bunch of old farts! Now I have to hold one of Lunas meetings to make it up to her, or she'll be mad at me forever. And I'd rather not go through tomorrows christening with her on my side, so I basically have no choice in the matter. It's only one meeting, so I guess it's not too bad-

"Good evening your hi... uh..." Luna, you are pure evil. I will get revenge on you one way or another for this, I swear it!

"Prince Blueblood.... I presume." I gruff up my voice a bit to try and hide it, but don't put too much effort into it. I doubt he'll recognize me after so much time, and if he does, so what? What's he going to do, bitch at the mother fucking king?

... hm. Mother fucking king, true on all levels.

"M-my liege! It's an honor, an honor, to finally have the privileged to meet you!" He grovels as he bows before me, practically kissing the ground as he sends all of his documents flying from his grasp. I chuckle internally as I watch him lower himself, but quickly become uncomfortable with the gesture.

"Um... you can stand up already, no need to be creepy about it." He quickly does as I say, giving me the creepiest smile ever. Mainly because I can tell he's trying to put on the charm... and it's just creepy. "So what did you wish to discuss today?"

"My liege! I've been petitioning for my bill to update the Royal Air Force! With the Griffin Colonies buying new, advanced technologies, I feel it's imperative that we have the appropriate counter measures." ... what the fuck Blueblood. When did you become... smart. "Now, I understand that mobilizing may cause some... misunderstandings, but... but..." He stops and thinks about what he's about to say.

"Go ahead, speak your mind." I tell him, getting him to let out a sigh. I'm actually interested to see where he goes with this. Maybe he isn't completely stupid after all.

"Well, to be blunt your highness, Equestria isn't a land of war. We've been in a golden age of peace for so long... if we were attacked tomorrow, I fear what would come." Interesting that he's come to this conclusion. I wonder if this is common thought throughout Equestria.

"So you don't believe we could fend off an assault on our own lands?" He flusters a bit when I say this... I'm kind of enjoying this. Is that weird? It shouldn't be as long as I don't tell anyone.

"W-well... uh... after the initial attack...I-I'm sure we'd be able to secure our borders-"

"But only after the initial attack, in which we lose land." He backs up a bit and starts to sweat. Oh sweet Barbra, how far can I take this before it becomes too sad?

"Of course not! I-I mean-"

"So now we have nothing to fear? Which is it? Should we prepare for an invasion or set up a counter offensive since we apparently can't hold our borders?" He keeps quiet as his sweat begins to practically pour out. Before I could say anything further he drops to the ground again in a deep bow and keeps quiet. Dammit, I should have guessed he would have folded too easily. Oh well, I had my fun.

"Forgive me my liege! I didn't mean any disrespect! I was merely thinking of Equestrias future!" Aww, the poor foal. Alright,enough is enough.

"Enough with the groveling. I told you to speak your mind, not pander to some ideals of nationalism." I tell him with a dismissive wave of my hoof. "Now, I know the threat the griffins posses to us. I know full well what their new tools could bring to our lands. But we cannot begin mass production of any form of military grade hardware."

"But they-"

"Any form of mobilization we would attempt would only escalate our already rocky relations with the griffins. It's simply too late to do anything without being painted the villains." He stands up to try and say something, but I cut him off before he could. "But I do share your conviction that we must prepare ourselves for whatever may happen, even when we hope that it won't. I have a plan."

"Sir?"

"Private enterprise will have to save us. What we can't do as a country, private business can. Do you have any designs ready right now?"

"I... uh, have a few. But most were locked up-"

"Alright, here's the deal then," I say as I take out a quill and paper to start writing. "You are to go down to... wherever these plans are and bring them to me. From there I will go to private companies that have the tools we need to enlist their help, of sorts. Now, and I cannot stress this enough, this is top secret."

"Of course sir-"

"We never spoke. We've never met.If anypony asks what you were doing at this time, you lie out your ass. When you speak to whoever is in charge of these documents, you tell them that you are under orders from the crown and cannot say anything more. And if they persist, you then warn them that the crown will come after them if they do. We cannot let the populace know we are preparing for war, can I trust you not to speak about this?"

"Of course my liege! My loyalty lies with the crown and country! I'll do anything that is required of me!" I feel a ping of worry when he says that. I've seen what happens to people who devote themselves completely to something as dire as this. Since he's a Prince whose completed his military training, that makes him high ranking officer as well. When the shit hits the fan, I'll have to keep an eye on him.

"Alright, get this done, I'm counting on you." I never thought I'd see the day when I'd say that, but here we are. Luna owes me big time.

"You can trust me my liege! It's been an honor to have worked with you-"

"See, you're already failing. We never met. This didn't happen. Now get going already!" He gives a few nods and bows before leaving quickly. I let out a low sigh and rub the bridge of my nose. He better deliver, I'm actually counting on it. All of Equestria is.

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I sit back in my throne and look over the others critically. All of my generals and admirals sit to the left of the table before me. Schor Bleak-wind from the Air Guard, Anguin Razor-edge from the Army Regulars, and Frida Highwind from the Navy. There's also Krag Meadow-brook from representing the militia forces. To the right of the table are my three sons, Skald, Dengeir, and Korir. Directly to my right is my assistant Karan and to my left is Regina.

Schor is a quick hawk. I think he actually hates being on the ground and tries to avoid it as much as possible. He's a fierce fighter in the air and a quick strategist. What he lacks in strength he makes up for in speed. He's only been the leader of the Air Guard for a few years now, but he's quickly adapted not only the new technology, but the role of a leader as well.

Anguin is the epitome of griffin stubbornness. He approaches everything head on, literally at times,and never backs down from a fight. Not to say he's ignorant of circumstances. He's knows when to retreat and when to push on. He's been leading the armed forces for nearly twenty years now, and has earned the respect and admiration of those under him. He's the only griffin here with kids as well. though his thirteen hatchlings more than make up for the others.

Frida, the only female in the bunch, may as well be a fish. When she walk down the halls those around her think she's drunk. In reality she's just walking with the waves that aren't there. She's patient and soft spoken, never speaking before thinking. That white owl has only been with the navy for nine years now, but she's been sailing the oceans for her entire life. I remember when I asked her to lead, she merely shrugged and asked if she could use her own crew.

I know very little about Krag. He seems like any other griffin out there. I do know we found him at one of the racialist rallies getting griffins to pick up arms against... what was it now? 'The tyrannical dictatorship and false deity of our foreign oppressors.' Despite what little I know of him, I have to admire his ability to rally griffins. If all else fails, he may be a key player in what's to come.

The owl to my right has been serving under her entire life, as her father before her, and his father before him. She's quiet at times, keeping to herself mostly. Her critical thinking skills are phenomenal and her claw writing is top notch. There isn't a single thing I could ask that she wouldn't do, and there isn't a single thing she would say that I wouldn't believe.

Regina... is an oddity to me. She volunteered early on to be ambassador to the Equestrians and has quickly gained the trust of their leader. There are times I fear she'll hesitate or withhold information that could be vital, but that's to be expected. You can only spend so much time with someone before making attachments. I know this discussion will be a difficult one for her, but she needs to be here for this. I need her here for this.

"They sure are taking their sweet time getting here." Anguin grumbles as he shuffles in his seat.

"Patience Anguin, there's no need to rush into this." Frida tells him,making him scoff.

"The longer we wait, the longer they prepare their defenses. It's already been six years-"

"So what's a few minutes then?" Korir asks him. I look to my eldest son and smile internally. I don't play favorites, but he's grown into a great leader and an excellent model of a sphinxes wisdom.

"Who are we waiting for?" Krag asks. I lower my head as I think over that. They appeared out of nowhere. Crippled, lost, outcasts from all corners of the world. I offered them sanctuary from damnation, and now we're making war pacts. I can't believe that it's come to this, but the suffering of my people has to come to an end.

Before anyone else could continue on, the doors to the throne room open up suddenly. A Kroth man walks in flanked by two of his own guards. Kileh, the leader of the remaining Kroth. His dark beady eyes take in the room quickly as he runs a hand through his short white hair. He gives a nod to his subordinates who take their place at the door. The alien being stops at the end of the table and gives a slight bow before taking his seat. He wears armor similar to that of Miles, but has intricate purple detailing on his. His subordinates have similar markings, but in yellow instead.

"Kraeh kul sem, countless apologies. My tardiness was due to... er... idem il whe sho? Deliberations, with my Koreth, my people. Preha, let us begin." He speaks softly, having obviously thought thoroughly on what to say. Common isn't his strong suit, but I can't blame him. None of us have put any effort to learn his language. A few of my generals give me odd looks but don't openly question his being here.

"Thank you all for being here today," I say as I stand and begin to walk around the table. "As you all know, we've been preparing for a large scale invasion for the past few months. I've kept the plans a secret between myself, Kileh and my sons. And now we're at a decisive moment in our countries history. Should we succeed, not only will we secure the future of our people, but as the leaders of the new world. Should we fail... the exact opposite. Death to the crown, our homes and way of life will be taken from us. Absolute victory, or total failure, that is what we face starting today. Starting with this question;

do we invade Equestria?"

The four griffins look to one another as they process what I've said. I'm sure they've known for awhile now that we were gearing for war. The rest of the world knows, why wouldn't my generals?

"Equestria sir?" Schor asks. "Why not the soviets? They're a closer target and hold a much less threatening opposition. The Equestrians... they have magic and flight."

"Not to mention the logistical nightmare it will be to move troops, gear, and...well, anything really. That's a three month journey." Frida adds after a moments thought.

"And what of the Saddle Arabians? If we invade, they'll have the perfect platform to invade as well. Not to mention that invading might invoke an attack from countless others."

"And lets not ignore the major problem." Krag chimes in. "How would an invasion stand against Celestia and Luna?" Kileh chuckles at that,getting everyone's attention.

"Preha, they will not be a problem. Ulfric, preha, tell them already." I pause to look back at Kileh for a second before continuing. I stop at the head of the table and start to move a map out telepathically. I also move a few figures out to show regiment placement.

"With information gained from Regina we've devised a plan of attack on Equestrian soil. A two prong attack would initiate simultaneously. First, naval forces land the first, second and third battalion at the coastal city of Crescent Cove. From there they march to Canterlot and siege it. Meanwhile, the first and second air battalion, along with my personal guard, will assault Moosden to take take control of their teleportation stations. From there, they will sneak into Ponyville and either capture or kill the Bearers of the Elements and take control of the farmlands there. When they complete their objective, they will march to Canterlot to aid in the assault."

"There is the problem of the Spartans there though." Skald interrupts. I look to my youngest for a moment before continuing.

"Yes, but we hope that a surprise attack with overwhelming numbers will catch them off guard and either push them away long enough to deal with the first objective, or hopefully end the threat."

"What of Celestia and Luna?" Anguin asks.

"That's where we come in." Kileh says with a toothy grin.

"A detachment of Kroth will be aiding each assault force. The group heading to Canterlot will be specifically targeting the Alicorns while the others will be targeting the human. This is our initial plan."

"So, what's the worse case scenario?" Krag ask uneasily.

"Well...worse case scenario, we lose each fight and they use this as an excuse to make a counter attack. Then... well, then it's an all out war." I say as I take a seat at the base of the throne, thinking over the consequences should we fail.

"And that goes double if the bears decide to attack in response to this." Dengeir adds. "If we fail and they decide to attack us, there will be little to stop them. Even if we're successful they might attack. But, with a victory, we may instill enough fear to keep them at bay. At least for the time being."

"That is also why we're depending on the militias to be ready in case they do decide to attack." I comment, looking over to Krag for a moment. I stare him down for a moment before looking to the others. "Before any of this though, we will be sending informants to learn of any patterns or secrets. We will not be going in blind. My question to you is, can we do this?"

They all look nervous about this, as they should be. This isn't something to be trifled with. This is the future of our country, win or lose. I've pushed this discussion back for months now, and even now I don't feel ready. I doubt I ever will. After such a long time of peace, I don't know if I can make it through the another war. I know full well what will happen should we fail, and I'm ready to face those consequences should they arrive. But until then, I will stand ready to act, even when my actions cause doubt within me. Krag kicks his chair back quickly and gives me a salute suddenly, gaining all of our attention.

"From jagged mountain tops to the driest deserts, I stand ready to fight for these great colonies. And from the coldest wastelands to the burning fires of hell, I'll stand at your side. What will you have of me?" I nod to him, glad to have his support. Slowly, the other three stand with him and salute me as well, giving me a sense of peace. A peace I know will not last for long.

"Then get ready, we have a war to plan."

So, if you remember way back when, I said I'd have a story to drop that takes place in the Man of War Universe. Well, here it is!

Super Dad

As I say in the authors notes it won't be posting as quickly as Man of War, but I will be giving it the love it needs. I hope you enjoy the story and look forward taking you all through it.

Also, give Dinorlondi a hand for editing this chapter! I know a couple of you sent links to help, and I apreciate all of the help offered! I intend to speak to some of you for... other projects.

Brony on!