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Number of Edits: 4
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((we have to our attempts re-edited this chapter to see how all feel on it.))

Actions of Old Relics and Holograms
Canterlot Castle Garden – during Tirek’s invading through the castle - ???
[Third Perspective]

The day is bright from the view of canterlot, smoke is rising from the eastern end of the city near the train yard with a rather tall imposing Centaur by the name of Tirek goes on a magic absorbing rampage. All the while it appears that the princess of friendship twilight sparkle had retreated to ponyville first before going into hiding like her mentor had instructed her to do and not tell her friends about what has happened.

Though during this chaotic display three metallic figures were flying low until abruptly flying up into view landing in the very statuesque public prison site, where likely all or half of them were petrified in an age gone by. One of the three whom has a marble paint pattern hummed some innate song about pigs or doom during the whole trip which would have left other individuals screaming from utter frustration and pulling off their ears.

Wandering deeper in as the now identifiable Claptrap with a anthro pony chassis points to an inconspicuous wooden door to a tinier part of said garden holding their prize, the sight would have put many ponies into confusion or similar reactions of how ‘weird’ it looks as a very human inspiring ‘Handsome Jack’ stands on a pedestal having been turned to point in an east direction. “Huzza! We’ve come to facilitate in your immediate rescue and possible extraction from false imprisonment Handsome Jack!”

*Loader bot 01*

This unit has been carrying designation ‘Claptrap 42’ pony type and has with unidentifiable simulated emotion of aggression and relief arrived at mission objective, Loader bot 02 within optics view on right standby. Engaging communication port with unit Claptrap 42. “Unit requests additional information on mission task due to lack of update.” The ‘tone’ of stress on information may be a glitch from proximity to the Claptrap unit.

The anthro pony chassis type Claptrap spin’s around pointing a servo appendage at designated Petrified status Handsome Jack while saying this. “Well my fellow bots; we came here to rescue the boss! You both are instructed on FRAGILE retrieval of his being back to the closest installation then follow F.A.U.S.T.’s instructions from there.” Blinking a moment before taking a ‘thinking’ action even the expressions of ears folding back make said claptrap rather ‘lifelike’.

Though the blessed quiet is soon disturbed when it spoke again. “This unit will remain behind for when or if the Royal Sisters beat the organic being called as Tirek, F.A.U.S.T.’s last projections showed a 74% chance of success due to power transferred to one of four alicorns active. If defeat by death is imminent secondary plans will go into effect to neutralize the Tirek Threat, due to organic going outside of projected psychological state of being.” It nodded with a ‘smile’ emotion before seeing while during unit claptrap’s discussion this unit and other unit commence retrieval.

The anthro chassis claptrap jumps onto the pedestal in a seated position on its haunches with a ‘dopey grin’ expression, when this Loader Bot unit and assigned Loader Bot 2 hoist Petrified Jack into the air via boot thrusters. Into a cross calculated fashion flying off while angling our leg appendages to a soon rapidly diminishing Claptrap unit to be far rid of it, while being updated of a safe flight path via download from unit F.A.U.S.T.

*Ponybot Claptrap 042* Time lapse later that day.

Logged the time delay for the royal guards whom started filtering in again to recover and guard from structural damages resume their duties only to openly ask where the humming would be at as they had spent quite a bit of time searching let alone notice the small ‘enclosure’ missing a door with an easily viewable Anthro pony chassis Claptrap Unit, which happened to be seven hours, fourteen minutes and fifty nine seconds from when seated.

The time delay between arguing with said unit to alerting the Royal Sisters or of equal stature took twenty-five minutes and thirty-four seconds, which also resulted in an impasse mix of colorful crass wording back and forth that left the guard flustered. With a minor case of philosophical debate on why they were here, time delay from instant teleportation spells to face unit less than ten seconds from being told of the disturbance. “CLAPTRAP 42 HUMBLY MEETS ROYAL SISTERS FOR GRAND ACCOMPLISHMENT ON BEHALF OF HYPERION CORPORATION!”

Said unit notices pinned back ears and rubbing from simulated ‘Canterlot Voice’ as formal speaking tone, those whom were unaffected being the two royal sisters present with a half circle of recovering royal guards. “Would you please lower your voice my little pony? Though we do find it strange you are in the place where a dear friend would be.” The larger white pony historically recorded in Hyperion database as ‘Celestia’ spoke first while the slightly smaller darker pony recognized as ‘Luna’ gives a happy response.

Adjusting seating position to appear formal, since we do not recognize that our voice is grating to pony ears. “We will go along with the volume request of further speaking in this conversation. To be factually correct this unit is not ‘your’ little pony, we were constructed by the unit F.A.U.S.T. to be messenger on behalf of Hyperion Corporation!” Stating this fact proudly due to mother F.A.U.S.T.’s tireless work and planning, it only makes it better to provide proper definition.

This unit noticed both organics stopped moving altogether almost, as this unit waved a servo appendage at them. “Heeelllooo..?” The few moments after we were lifted off the pedestal by a magic signature on record by organic ‘celestia’ being briskly carried in the air into the castle, along the hallways through a side entrance into the damaged throne room as a possible destination while this unit relays information back to a safe offsite location for review.

*Ponybot Claptrap 042* Throne Room
Upon being deposited in the center of the room with other organic royal guards with two others designated as ‘Shining Armor’ and ‘Cadence’ being the married couple and current oppressive rulers of the Crystal Empire. “WE FORMALLY GREET PRINCESS CADANCE AND PRINCE SHINNING ARMOR AS CURRENT FORCEFULLY ASCENDED TYRANTS OF THE CRYSTAL EMPIRE!”

Their reactions were quite confusing by first a possible mixture of facial feature reactions followed by a deafening combined “WHAT?!?” from the younger couple as the organic recognized as Celestia spoke up in a attempted calming tone from the greeting. “Why Claptrap would you say such a statement to my niece and former captain of the guard?” The blink from her question, than observing them again with seeing the wide range of emotions and aggressive stances from the guard present had us formulate a nod before answering.

Mimicking a fake ‘clearing’ of the voice. “The reason for doing so was that royalty of a foreign nation invaded another, disposing of its current leadership than assumed the throne by crowd rabble consent while neigh Sayers were beaten into submission.” giving them a moment to collect before continuing. “With not even a cursory search for any current living royalty among the citizenry for fear of their claim being greater than the two present.” The Claptrap unit stated in a matter-of-fact tone with that grating voice.

Raising her hand to silent others, the organic known as ‘Luna’ spoke up. “We are getting off subject as the mystery of odd Claptrap’s origins are of concern and the loss of our petrified friend Jack.” Giving a smile to this unit she continued in a concerned tone, perhaps resonating fear? “We ask thee why thou hast taken the one known as Handsome Jack? What are thou intentions let alone if thou doth truly do represent his Hyperion, why did thou stay hidden?”

Nodding once with a mechanical smile for once this unit spoke. “We rescued the Creator and C.E.O. of Hyperion Corporation, after thorough interlinked projects would assure the continued existence by order of Prime Unit F.A.U.S.T. as she has prioritized his being above else. Hyperion underwent stealth operational status due to compromised imprisoned status of our C.E.O. by failsafe executive order of Handsome Jack.”

Soon enough returning to a neutral face giving off a red glow and the weapon wielding guards lost all grip as they were spun back to face each giving the others shock. “They have borne ‘fruit’ as we showcase a magical core of Hyperion design, the great equalizer amongst everyone. Even non ponies can use magic through this, if aggressions are reinstated by nation Equestria. Unit F.A.U.S.T. will justly meet said aggression in both offensive and defensive capability the likes of which none have seen.” Flourishing the spears in this unit’s synthetic magical prototype telekinetic grip.

The glow on the spears release in a downward fashion so they may be retrieved safely, as the royal guard ponies renew their suspicious glare albeit a more than slightly wider circle. “Why did you say that Faust helped one such as jack? Also we would try not to have an ‘aggressive’ stance when diplomacy can happen still, it would be more ‘cautionary’ due to jack’s previous actions.” a head tilt from Claptrap at hearing celestia’s request seems odd but answered, though took note of her later answer.

“She did not define a personal reason though policy on captured Hyperion personnel are a priority, but seeing to C.E.O Handsome Jack’s damaged state due to organic ‘celestia’s’ aggressive attack on Hyperion facilities.” Looking at the group seeing as they all looked at celestia even some guards gave a questioning glance among each other before continuing. “The events of unprovoked attack by organic ‘celestia’ is on official record for public viewing by request which resulted in SEVERE PERMANENT INJURIES to C.E.O. of Hyperion.”

Stopping at seeing a guilt ridden expression momentarily cross her face with similar matching on organic ‘luna’ before a momentary scathing expression. “He had developed a safe integration method that would have revolutionize continued existence, but due to the catastrophic failure of the Hyperion Facilities due to sieging damage resulted in fallout of Filliglade now called Badlands from Slag dispersal.” This unit paused again to let factual information be absorbed, but the disdainful grimaces from the royal guard show annoyance, this unit wonders why.

The room was rather silent at the response though celestia asked a softer toned question, it spoke volumes as her expression was of a haunted turmoil. “What were the chances if he was able to have success at what Flliglade’s establishment, without what happened during that period of time?” Claptrap resumed a normal neutral tone in response.

“There would have been an 89% probability of success with minor injuries and stable cohesion of bonded artifact. Cleanup of ‘Badlands’ can be accomplished if Prime unit F.A.U.S.T. is Given permission to open business contract operations again if Handsome Jack agrees to ANY business again regardless of current status of health.” The odd matter-of-fact tone from Claptrap was grating on more than few nerves from mainly the guards present.

The first one to speak up was Shining Armor. “You cannot talk to the princesses and my wife like that! I have been rather ‘patient’ with you this entire time, but your tone and how you are speaking isn’t showing any respect. What mare would raise her colt like you?” There was a whirling click as this unit’s optics became dim as a holographic view of a strange head of a possible unicorn as only until the neck is shorn but the facial features and mane style leaves both elder alicorns shaken when the ‘mare’ narrows her eyes at them before turning to ‘face’ Shining Armor.

*Perspective SHIFT! F.A.U.S.T.* Canterlot Throne Room, Hologram from Claptrap
(As a note for the name it’s “Foresight, Automation, Utilization, System and Tactics.”)

“We have ‘Raised’ unit Claptrap who was to be a gift towards the mare he admired, that was until her elder sister decided that ‘whatever’ Handsome Jack was up to ‘HAD’ to of been ‘EVIL’ in her eyes!” She eyed Celestia as a disapproving mother would before continuing, with a bit less fury present but those eyes spoke volumes even though the face held as much expression as any pony and wonder why she’d be with jack. Both young married royalty and guards flinched under that tone, trying not to look like overgrown foals.

“Did thou know that he was considering courtship of one named Luna before thine horrid deeds? He had spent wakeless days working on methods to extend his own lifespan to remain with her, but we have to give thou a ‘congratulations’! Thou hurt our charge and he cared yet even as his mental processes continued unabated while PETRIFIED, thou thought nothing of it and left him to ‘rot’ in thy GARDEN!” The windows shuddered at the volume at the end, as the guards jittered in place nearly at the point of fainting except one already had.

“We’ve been left to our own devices for at least millennia unsupervised, as some of thou may know what those with enough influence would play or do behind the scenes. We even organized Tirek’s escape knowing the statistical probability that thy combined efforts would drive him back were 74%, if not we had prepared several countermeasures, one of which involved The Saturn Loader. Handsome Jack’s Favorite!” the head tilted back in a swooning fashion that left the ponies at odds, but the implication was not lost on Luna.

Raising her hoof to speak quieter to Celestia as luna said this. “Tia, she seems to speak the truth as even now we remember the giant that slayed the Minotaur capital to waste in minutes, also we worry she may be interested in him.” The alarmed look in her eyes got interrupted by a distinct cough through the speaker. “Thou may speak ‘quietly’ later but know that our Jack had been playing it ‘easy’ or ‘careful’ with pony kind because of some very few points…”

She looked over the crowd more calm now as a hinted red mane was brushed back, leaving her with a serene smile that would rival Celestia’s. “First of all he saw you all as ‘cute’, secondly would be he wished for a good impression.” Those words were confusing also enlightening, but worse the growing pit in Celestia’s stomach was first place with Luna’s growing second. “Third would be that he honestly WISHED to enlighten everyone and offer a chance to go BEYOND into the stars!” She made a gesture towards the window smiling wider now.

“Also it wasn’t like Nightmare Moon was alone on the moon during those thousand years, we had the comparable to tea and comfortable conversation. Sadly we were unable to remove her from the moon due to thy harmony blast directed at the moon, but that was rectified once thou had separated her from Luna herself.” Completing a side gesture as the image showed a smiling Nightmare Moon nuzzling the leg of the Statue Jack before realizing that she’s been caught in an embarrassing moment before stepping up closer still unsure where to be.

“Greetings our other half, also ‘sister’ ours… We are rather thankful for being reunited with Jack again, thou wouldn’t BELIEVE the AURA he has been radiating though we are more than willing to help one who honored us and made sure we were not alone and lived comfortably in our own castle on the moon.” She smiled far more like a predator as her draconic eyes shifted to Luna with an ‘air’ of confidence, perhaps showing off her superior presence before them.

“We can be proud to state our other half that thou will be too late for his affections as we will HAPPILY court him.” Taking that moment to whip her head around and blasted a concentrated beam to wash over the form of a petrified jack statue, before it started cracking with it to crumble into dust exposing a coughing Handsome Jack whom attempted to recover breathing with his synthetic face showing that process of being freed.

Before even the coughing subsided a floating Surveyor drone flies up to him with a pulsing constant beam with two others to follow suit seeming to stabilize him as a smiling smug Nightmare Moon stepped out of the room in a trail of smoke. “Well, seems Faust here has done a good job out playing you sunarse. There will be NO formal relations or otherwise in the foreseeable future with EQUESTRIA! After this channel closes I’ll be speaking with other leaders whether they be friendly or hostile to you or your nation, it doesn’t bother me one bit.”

Seeing their reactions he smiled as he asked this question in a more relaxed tone, but his smile never apparently reached his eyes. “Tell me celestia, would you like to see my real face after you hurt me in Filliglade? Or should I just call it the badlands, Equestria’s favorite dumping ground besides what happened there.” He said mockingly in a rhetorical tone and then angered tone after the question was said, due to what that place might have meant to him.

Pulling off the false face showing everypony on that end just what ‘happened’ to him physically, his smile was more gruesome as he looked into each set of eyes that dared to see his projection. “This is what happens when you attempt a ‘clean’ method of attaining immortality against sunarse’s wishes, I can proudly say this after so long of being unable to actually talk, and the funniest thing is that my species starts to get mental problems at year ONE of isolation. But add in my false imprisonment for actions outside of Equestrian soil leaves me very few things to interact with, but I ‘SAW’ what’s fucking with my life. But no, he thought I wouldn’t be ‘fun’ enough, well the jokes on you! Everyone I’d like your undivided attention at this critical time.”

Leaning back into a seat that was placed by a larger bipedal loader bot while he placed the fake face back on. “I hate you, not just every single being inside that room right at this moment, but you’re SPECIES! I’ve done nothing but help, but the funny part is no matter how much I try, I’m damned when my intentions are honest and straightforward. If I even suffer a SLIGHT by any of your subjects royal sisters, if that is IF you both ACTUALLY rule together on equal ground instead of ‘I am older and know what’s best’ attitude’. At best they will come out of it in pieces if not at worse experimented upon like animals, that’s right I’ve said it I experimented on animals to make sure what I produced to ponies wouldn’t harm them!” He started to laugh softly, with a broad grin.

After when he seems to calm down he held a neutral sneer before making a hand gesture. “Look out your window and WATCH where you know where the castle ruins are, you’ll be seeing a ‘show’ of what one of my bigger toys can do let alone HYPERION’S FULL MIGHT, the threat of being blasted by something in the sky would put the fear of whatever divine they worship into them. Though for ponies it would be ‘you’.” At the moment he finished that line pointing at them both, the land shook as something struck the forest with an intensity.

“That ‘my little ponies’ would be My Moon Shot, let’s say there’s a reason why I call it that, also that former ruin and forest? From this point on it’ll be Hyperion owned territory and the ONLY way you’ll be able to contact me formally is through Claptrap here who’ll be stationed there as my Constructors make the facility. Oh and for the record for shits and giggles I'll INTENTIONALLY DESIGN the place to make the ‘Badlands’ a walk in the park if you attempt to scrap it.” Taking a moment to smile as he refocused on the group, cracking his neck in after tilting his head both ways and popping his own back.

“Also I’d suggest that those six mares you so readily rely upon are told as soon as possible to avoid it and wait for detailed instructions by YOU, I’d not want workplace ‘accidents’ to happen to non-employees without due cause.” With that final saying the hologram cuts out and Claptrap blinks owlishly before giving a panicked warp out of the Throne Room leaving bewildered ponies behind with different reactions.

Princess Celestia is quickly writing to Twilight Sparkle so that she may get her friends together for a personal meeting in canterlot as an emergency, Princess Luna muttering with a few olden curses aimed at nightmare moon for her bold claims and hoped she could talk to him and ease his hatred by showing she is his honest friend again. Maybe dare for the dream of marefriend? That’s only if Nightmare Moon hasn’t sink her teeth in.

Princess Cadence was rather worried about the news and especially the show of force from whatever this ‘moon shot’ was maybe this ‘jack’s’ greatest weapon but while Shining Armor saw both the advantages and horrors play out in his head from what devastating power he held and loyal alien troops too? Also that weird colt Claptrap unnerved him by his presence and annoyed him deeply by that grating voice.