"Move it Motors!" Savoline called, activating her overdrive module stationed right behind her Hypothalamus. It was a surgically implanted little red ball which upon command, forced shut down of all pain neurotransmitters and activated a massive release of Adrenaline. It was a device banned in all sporting competitions for "unethical violations of mind and body". Motorhead grunted as the cyan mare shot ahead of her at blinding speed.

"Oh go on ahead! Leave your one and only friend behind!" She shouted.

"OH BUCK YOU!" Savoline shouted back, barely heard over the roaring of the Avalance as it swallowed all in it's path like a massive land tidal wave.

Motors smiled. She still had a couple tricks up her sleeve.

"Commanding Public User Interface! Binary code!" She shouted.

"C'mon Motors! If ya hack now, they'll figure out where we are!" Shouted Savoline. from somewhere in front of her.

"I DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME!" Her words were drowned out by the encroaching white wall. Now barely behind the draft horse.

"Fine! Keep it on the down-low though woulda?" Savoline's voice echoed through her comms as she sent the message.

Motorhead smiled.

"0110000101100011011101000110100101110110011000010111010001100101001000000110100001101001011001110110100000100000011100110110010101100011011101010111001001101001011101000111100100100000011000110110110001100101011000010111001001100001011011100110001101100101!" She shouted. Instantly her user interface flooded with various algorithms. So many packets and parcels of information were passed from the main satellites orbiting Delta Centurion that her interface threatened to crash.

After a few more seconds, her screen went all clear and she summoned up the main website for SCOOT-CORP. A sub-comapny living in the shadows of FLUTTER-CORP. It specialized in outdoor high-land survival equipment and vehicles. Which was perfect for her particular situation.

With a smile, she drew up the build proposal and sent it to a rendering satellite, there were plenty amongst the horde situated above the atmosphere in case any pilgrims got into hairy situations.

Her comms sparked to life once again as the worried face of Savoline peered at her friend.

"Motors! Where are you? I lost site! And the avalanche is messing with the Ping Locators! Please don't tell me you're still down there." Motor could almost see the tears forming.

"Don't worry kid, remember, I'm better at this than you are." She replied, one window focused on the real-time rendering of her escape vehicle, and one window opened to reassure her friend.

"Okay, hold on, I'm coming down for you!" Savoline's expression shifted to grim as her eyes hardened.

Just as she announced her intentions, Motor's interface notified her that the rendering had been fully uploaded to the satellite and it was ready to begin the build proposal.

"ACCEPTED!" She shouted leaping over a fallen log. As soon as the words left her mouth, it began.

It was as if time had slowed to a crawl. First the barebones blue-print began forming below her, a roughly rectangular shape with waving and softened edges. Then the metal began being pasted onto the skeleton. The atoms from the very air around her were drawn to the outline, and soon enough, it began forming. Rivets, wiring, compact pulse engine. Plasma reactor and oxygen intake values.

Build, complete. Please enjoy your new state of the art BMX Air Cutter.

And just like that, the airboard was completed. The air-cutter was rightly named, with a triangular nose that cut through the air-resistance like butter and duel Pulse and Plasma engines, it was a force to be reckoned with, and only offered to adrenaline junkies, and pros.

"Motors, please don't tell me you-"

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW!" Motorhead screamed in pure ecstasy picking up speed as she now tore through the forest floor. The board was a maroon red with as many as 3 plasma afterburners shaped in a dotted triangle at the back of the board. The middle, or the mid-ground of the board was comprised of an ingenious Iridium and Lithium. To create it, a pony literally had to splice the very atoms of each metal and re-arrange them, and rebind them to the other metal.

On a whim, she angled the nose of the board upwards and shot up and above the canopy, surprisingly coming up right next to her friend.

"GAH! Dammit Motor you scared the crap outta me!" Motorhead had to laugh her pegasus friend fought regain composure.

"Well, there's plenty of time for that later, let's get outta here now alright?" And with that, the two of them shot off to higher ground, below them the beatific yet catastrophic force of nature bearing down on trees and any unfortunate wildlife still in the area.

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CAT has connected.

<CANARY>: Look who decided to show up.

<CAT>: Oh screw you Robby

DOG has connected

<DOG>: Hey all!

<CAT>: Sup Dog.

<CANARY>: Caltrops! How're you doing? :3

<DOG>: Here n' there

<PM:CAT>: Hey Sound Step, how're you doing?

<PING:DOG>: oh here and there Cal.

<CANARY>: alright, now that you two have finished making out, what's say we hop back onto the main buggies chat?>

<CAT>: How the-?

<DOG>: 0_0

<CANARY>: what? I'm your premiere infiltrator! Can't believe you two are still surprised XD

<CAT>: Dude, Rob, that's a bad habit.

<CANARY>: Hey! Can't trust anyone remember?

<DOG>: Rob, we're on a scramble proxy hidden in a sub-program in the the main interplanetary programming so deep that they'd have a better chance finding dark-matter than they would our chat.

<CANARY>: That still don't mean I'm not gonna watch my back. So, are we heading onto the main chat? We're pretty late as it is, the big boss is gonna get ticked if we stay any longer.

<CAT>: Nah dude, we still gotta wait for Rail and Gamma.

JACKAL has connected

<CANARY>: Speak of the devil, hey Gamma! Just in time man!

<JACKAL>: Mornin' all. What's the plan for today?

<DOG>: Dunno, but I heard through the grapevine that we're gonna be doing something huge. Something to help the demonstrators and rebels on Solaris.

<JACKAL>: Bout damn time, those guys are getting pounded. I heard the facilitator was Luna. Is she making a grab for power again?

<CAT>: Seriously, it's getting really bad on South End and the oriental Continents. It's full anarchy down there.

<DOG>: Yeah, I've seen some of the smuggled news feeds. It's grainy and horrible as all hell. But Faust's sake...

<CAT>: You have no idea sister, I saw them executing a little filly in the streets the other day. Apparently she was stealing food, but there's too little of it. I've even taken up minor larceny...

<CANARY>: Fuckin' a man.

<JACKAL>: Fucking reds.

<PM:CAT>: Sound, how bad is it really?

<PING:DOG>: It's abysmal Cal, I've had to move to several different safe houses. They're purging Unicorns, saying that they're outdated and they need to be 'removed' to make way for a more 'glorious race'.

<PM:CAT>: Faust's mercy...

<CANARY>: FAUST DAMNED ASSHOLES!

<JACKAL>: Man that sucks some balls. So, what're we waiting for?

<CANARY>: We're waiting on Rail remember?

<EAGLE has connected.

<EAGLE>: Don't worry, I know about the situation. And I got the orders from Luna herself. Boys, we got a mission.

<CAT>: What're you saying Rail?

<EAGLE>: Lady n' gents, we're gonna crash FLUTTER-CORP.

"Alright saddle your butts boys! We're almost there!" Cayleene's voice snapped both Taios and Kris out their hushed whisperings. The flight had been uneventful, and using a couple of geo-thermal echo-locators, they quickly spotted the high's main center of activity. So, all in all, they only had to cross 9 continents to get at it, along the way picking up Zap who'd finally exhausted after the 8th due to several 'Mega Swarm'. It was strange really, a boatload of Changelings would suddenly fuse together as if the only thing holding them back from doing so was string and wishes.

"Dah." Kris's normally joyous face was grim, his light brown/gray coat seemed darker in the low-light of the skirmisher craft. His blood maroon eyes were hidden by a SHINING A. Heavy Vulcan helmet, the top of the helmet had a curve angled to fit the head yet cover the eyes like the upper half of an assassin's hood. His body held similar armor, with form-fitting Vulcan tech Heavy resistance and hazmat tech built into the almost dark Iridium Alloy, he was a walking tank, capable of surviving incredibly irradiated environments. It was plated looking armor, square and overlapped in areas to cover more areas, underneath the primary armor lay meshed 'bio-mail' made of a special Zalcom alloy only found in specially irradiated asteroids and meteors. It was an artificial plastic that could withstand brutal biological attacks including Acids capable of wearing away even the most hardy of Boron Nitride.

His Higher StallionGrad accent had begun to crack through his neutral speech patterns. Taios had taken this as a sign that the much older stallion in front of him was under heavy stress.

"But we cannot...how you say...move such a heavy object! Especially vis...vhat we 'ave on our hooves. Dis transport. How much do you think she is capable of holding?"

"A Faust damned Elephant!" Shouted Crayleene over the intercom.

"Mne pohui." He muttered under his breath. Taios snickered, from his rough grasp on the language, he guessed Kris had just told Crayleene 'I don't give a fuck'

Across from them, Zapman held a look of utter concentration. Taios rolled his eyes, Zapman was never the smartest seed in the field. He was probably searching it up.

"Hey! That ain't very nice o' ya!" Taios sighed deeply as he turned on some Neightoven.

"Now that ain't a vey nice thing ta say to a lady ya here me?"

*Sigh* "Here we go with the Dolbo yeb." [Dumb Fuck]

"HEY! ENOUGH WITH THE OTHER WORDS! WE HERE SPEAK ENGLISH! ENGLISH!"

"Well you can take your english and..how you say..shove it up your ass.

"Oh that is it! I will shove my hoof so far up your ass you'll be coughing up my keratin!"

"Morgaly vikalyu, padla!" [I'll poke your eyes out, fucker].

"OH SCREW YOU YOU COMMIE MOTHERFUCKER! Hey! I bet you were with your mother when she was the town whore!"

Something snapped inside Kris.

"Idi na xuy tebe Shluha vokzal'naja!"

Taios looked up from his little musical world, a bewildered smile on his face. Zapman's jaw hung open. Suddenly Kriskayov burst into laughter.

"Ostyn!" He said jovially. Zapman smiled and shook his head.

"YO! You two done with your pissing contest back there? Because we're two minutes out! Gear up and get ready! I'm reading a shitstorm of Buggy (nickname for changeling) activity and I know for damn sure none of it's friendly." Crayleene called over the intercom. Taios's face suddenly turned to stone as he clutched the drum magazine of his Large Machine gun. Krisk did the same with the bullpup ammo clip on his Ballistic Assault Rifle.

Taios shifted to the back of the ship to the now opening hatch. Passing Zapman, he noticed the now massive sniper was gone, replaced by dual chainguns, one attached at each shoulder.

"Ready boys?" Crayleene called one last time.

"HELLZ YEAH!" Zapman began revving his chainguns, the sound akin to the whine of a chopper right before the deafening noise of the Rotor Blades made it near impossible to hear the engine.

"Dah." Replied Krisk attaching the Rifle to his left shoulder.

Taios simply nodded cocking the hammer on his machine gun.

Below them lay trillions upon trillions of changelings, the ground was barely visible in spots where the writhing mass of thousands of moving bodies didn't cover.

"Well." Taios took a deep breath as he advanced towards the opened hatch.

"We are so fucked."

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