You must've wonder what took me so long to make this chapter. To be honest, it's due to classes, the horrible weather, and above all plotting out a path with this story. I don't want to make it end to fast, but at the same time I don't want to prolong it, so me and Riddle crafted up a few thoughts and toss around a few ideas. Hopefully you'll get to see the fruits of our labors before the new year is up.

Jerry felt that the damages were going to be high somehow...but he just didn’t expect to lose so few Minions. Or at least to him in terms of losses. Looking over the reports, he could tell his Reds suffer some numbers around 300, or roughly that since the Caribous showed up in the kitchens. He was just glad that they sacrifice themselves to get the other cooks out, as well as forcing the invaders in for the other inhabitants to go.

However his Browns were by far the largest casualty of Minions that died. At least in terms of 500 or so. He mostly lost newborns that zerg-rush the mere 80 troops that invaded his home, or the couple of servants or guards that fought against the invaders. Or partially, as his Greens suffer about 200 or so losses...He was thankful that his Blues hasn’t dropped much, since they’ve managed to keep the numbers from rising higher in terms of Minion losses.

Right now Jerry was looking over the damage reports Gnarl brought up...along with a large pile of information that he gained from the spy and captains. Gnarl was pleased of interrogation...although he did mention that he was disappointed in not using torture to gain the answers he wanted. Still, Jerry look at the damages as he frown.

Hrm...so we got 200 losses of Greens, 500 Browns, half are the Minion Guard and Servants being killed. As well as the farmers-- which is annoying. 30 Blues by chance..Acceptable losses. Only problems is that most of the Browns are the Guards, as well as their wolves being killed...Wonder if I can get Mortis to revive the wolves too with their corpses alone? He did brought back a cooked fish after all. Reviving a wolf seems simple, right? But the Minions were the least of his problems since he can gather more in the Dungeons and get Mortis to revive the old Minions again.

No, his more bigger focus was that there were Runic Gateways around his domain. Granted they were ‘off’ as it were...but they were also unknown magic for him-- maybe to the ponies too. He brought them to Kalvarn attention, see if the scientist knew of this...Thankfully the scientist knew of these Gateways, as well a few unicorns too.

Apparently they cost a lot of magic to use, even more they aren’t cheap to make or use either..

Another thing to add in was that the kitchen and the dining room was trashed. The halls and doors to the rooms of the mares were needed to repair, granted not much since they’re sturdy. It would take days to repair everything, but it was a minor setback. However assuring the population was another thing...especially announcing on how Caribous got in the first place.

There were a lot of emotional and mental panick from the mares that were caught by the bastards. Thankfully weren’t taken away through the runic gate-- but were scared for their lives. He knew there were going to be hot tempers around on explaining there were Pinks among them...or what ones were around.

However what concern him was where Neon went. She wasn’t found anywhere on the island, and he hasn’t heard reports...granted the Runic Gates were disable, but he caution the volunteers of whoever found her to be wary, as well as his Greens too.

Which reminds me...I’ll need to visit the Dungeons to get a quick build up with the Harvest helm. Boost up the numbers to sacrifice for the good Minions that died, as well as the Guards...and servants. Not easy to trained for either. looking at the overall reports, Jerry could say that while there wasn’t too much damages in the Castle, and a good testing on the summoned Catapults Grubby made to hit at the invaders that were at the rockpile…

There was still the fact the ponies are going to question at him for ‘allowing’ this to happen. Or the fact he didn’t get the Pinks in time. We were lucky we got them at all...or the few we managed. Its hard to say if there’s more, but the...spy inform me that there weren’t many of them, mostly because having trouble getting here. Thankfully we got the Runic Gates down...or at least those we know of. Who knows if there was some fallback plan?

Already feeling the stress and migraine in his head, Jerry rub his forehead, leaning back in his chair as he was within his ‘upgrade room’ of the Private Quarters, looking over the reports Gnarl gave to him. I’m almost tempted to just go back to bed and relax… thought Jerry, although he knew he couldn’t do that. Considering there might be a potential angry mob soon, and he also had to talk to Celestia and Luna...maybe Cadence too.

He did had to tell them of the ‘vision’ he saw of this new threat. So with a sigh, he rolled up the reports, and filed together the information he gain from spy and captain as he got on his feet. Not looking forward of telling his people on what just happen...or the chance of trouble among them. Granted he could be speculating, but he assured them they were safe here. His credibility was on the line in a sense.

“Master, there seem to be a small crowd around the Throne room, I suggest you talk with your peons on their concerns.” spoke Gnarl, walking by Jerry as a low exasperated sigh escape from the human.

And it’s going to be tough keeping Gnarl in the dark of this new threat, especially since he’ll backstab me the moment he hear of them… He already knew Gnarl couldn’t be trusted fully, after all, the old minion ‘betrayed’ him once in the first game. He knew he would betray him for a better Overlord to serve. “I’ll be there soon.” told Jerry, already heading down to see the situation at hand. Better if he nip this bud before the situation get worse.

Walking down the stony steps, did he saw at least 50 or so ponies, mostly mares waiting. He could tell they all wanted answers. With a sigh, Jerry moved further down, gaining their attention as he came to his throne. Sitting on the cushion chair, did he look at them all. Seeing few with anxious looks, other's close to another, even a few frustrated or angry looks. A few even look afraid, either on the invaders showing up, or perhaps them coming again?

Either way he wish he had his helmet on, just to hide his own emotions as he spoke. “I can gather you all are troubled with the sudden attack we faced?”

“Trouble doesn’t cut it.” bitterly told a mare as she demanded. “What in Tartarus happened?! How did they came in here? I thought they weren’t able to get in!” afew gave agreeing nods, all knew that the Dark Castle wasn’t able to be breech so easily, or so the Overlord claimed. Was he wrong or mistaken somehow?

A deep breath fills him as he thought. Better tell them now. letting it out as he answered. “We were infiltrated by Pink spies.” getting various of looks ranging from shock to dread. “We recently figure out that there were spies among us, and had to flush them out to remove a problem, a problem like a invasion force. The problem with Pinks, is that they are good at hiding...so we had to develop a ruse.” Looking to them all as he continued.

“It worked...until one panicked and activated Runic Gates. 3 out of ten were active, which brought in the invaders. However as most of you are aware, 80 highly trained troops were no match for my Minions. Rest assures the Runic Gates are deactivated and removed. We are currently making sure there are no more.”

“You said we would be safe, that we wouldn’t be caught!” shouted a mare on the verge of tears, clearly troubled, abit shaken. She was probably one of the few who were captured. thought Jerry as she went on. “How can we know they won’t come again?!”

“Because they are very costly to use, especially in long distance.” told Jerry, trying to keep his tone and expression neutral. “40 for each Gateway came to my Castle. Which is quite a feat, especially since no more came. Meaning we are so far, that they couldn’t send more. I will be blunt to you, I am angered that the spies managed to make such things within my domain…” taking a breath in and told.

“But we had little option in rooting out the Pinks, was it a risk? Yes. Did it scared and frighten you all? I wouldn’t blame you. But...we had to take a calculative risk, one to nip this potential threat now, than to face a potential full scale invasion from the inside and around us. I know you all are angry, and yes perhaps angry at me…” Taking another breath as Jerry told.

“But despite the sudden arrival of the vermins coming into my domain? We found the few Pinks, and will make sure that they won’t ever do this again. That we will remain safe and untouched by the Caribou Empire as long as I breath and fight against them.” doing his best to remain confident and steady as he look to each of them. “Know that I will never allow such filth to come to our home, to our place of safety, to take away what is ours.”

There was a slight silence, few shift, looking unsure as Jerry thought. Come on...believe in me...I know I’m the Overlord-- but come on! My word is good...right? desperately hoping that they’ll be at ease with his words. There were some doubts on their face, but he could tell that his words were affecting them, hopefully for the best.

“What about...Neon?” asked a mare, looking unsure as she asked. “Have you...found her yet?”

“No. We are still looking for the spy...she will be found eventually. One way or another.” said Jerry as he asks simply. “Now is there anything else that needs to be brought up? I am certain I answer most of your questions by now.” Seeing some glancing to the other, some thought on asking him...but slowly they dispatch from the Throne room, one by one, or in groups as he let out a low sigh once they were all gone.

Rubbing his face as he was glad he got that out of the way, and was debating on heading to the Island now or later...Admitally he opt for now, mostly to get that outta the way...but at the same time his mind was still heavy on reading up the reports and gathering questions. Not to mention it’s probably late, judging from the sun setting earlier while he was in the room reading the reports.

Ugh...might as well go in the morning. Bright and early. thought Jerry as he got off his throne. Already planning to head to his bed and relax. Or at least until he heard Gnarl speaks.

“Nice work Master, hopefully the peons will be sated. Don’t worry on that wench spy, I’ll be sure to find her soon enough, one way or another.” cackling a bit as Jerry roll his eyes, already wanting to walk off from Gnarl as he walked up to the Private Quarters. Moving past some servants to his room, already wanting to relax and lay on the bed.

Ugh...invading caribous, Pink spys...I’m glad not alot are here to begin with. Especially with not enough ponies around. walking into the room itself and heading to the bed. Glancing over it to see the servants change the sheets already from his and Seasalt...moment. He had to admit, the mare could go on for a good while, granted not as long as Lovely...but long enough.

Taking a quick glance to see neither pegasus or unicorn, he figure they were elsewhere. Getting on the bed he relaxes on his back, almost wanting to have either mare, or Lovely, or all of the mares by his side. Granted he knew they would come in their own time...he just like sleeping close to a mare body.

...Jerry briefly wonders if he was a bit spoil at feeling up a mare body, or bodies as much as he like?

Then again, he was the Overlord...He was sure this was normal at this point.

Sounds of a Main Gate activated, Jerry arrived in the Equestrian Island in the morning time. Wearing armor once more, mostly the black armor one. He didn’t bother taking his blade, mostly since this was a ‘quick visit’. He did however grab the Intel in precaution. Making his way past several of ponies, most giving him a wide space as the Overlord didn’t run...but he was speeding a bit. Moving to the ‘home’ of the Celestial sisters as the doorway was block by two royal guards.

Looking down to them, he told. “Let me through. Now. I have something very important to tell them.” While they put on a emotionless expression, they couldn’t help but shift some, mostly at how ‘insistence’ he was as one spoke.

“Their royal highness will be informing that you request their time, Overlord.”

Jerry took a deep breath as soon told. “Let me make it simple. Move aside. Or be push aside, I cannot wait for ‘politeness’.” keeping up the act as a villain. But also trying to not be a total douche about it, granted part of him regret to not do this last night...but there was a lot on his plate! Especially with the whole invasion thing!

While they seemed unnerved to some small extent, the guard told, “they will be informed that you request their time.” Seeming insistent herself in not moving. It was clear that what guard were there, were being trained to not budge. Great for the Princess’s safety for sure… annoying to Jerry though.

Snorting, he told. “Then you better pray that either one of you, or your fellows can move fast. My patience is thin as of now.” adding a bit intently. “Very. thin.” seeing them still not budging, but was forced to wait...thankfully not long enough for him to bust down the doors as a guard open the door and told.

“The Princess’s will see you now...Overlord.” the two before him move aside as he walked past the guard. “Hey! You need me-,” but was interrupted by Jerry.

“Don’t care! Need to talk to them now!” rushing ahead as he was moving towards the ‘throne room’ for the two. Which thankfully wasn’t far as he enter in, taking a quick glance to the two alicorns as he told. “Celestia. Luna. We need to talk. Now…” then added as he glance around the room. “And in privacy.”

The two gave him a long look, thought after glancing to the other, Celestia seemed to nod for those around to leave and waited. Once the doors shut closed, Luna took a moment to cast a spell, silencing the room before saying, “You normally don’t rush yourself here. Has the situation concerning the Pink Collars excelated at your own Castle?”

“By ‘excelated’, you mean one of the spies I managed to root out panic and activate three Runic Gateways to send in Caribou soldiers-- yes.” looking to the two as he told on. “120 troops. In three different locations, two of which in my Castle.” reaching into his suit to bring out the information as he told. “These are what I manage to gain after capturing the captain and one of the spies. It seems they were going to make a invasion in my domain...and here as well.”

While the papers were enveloped in a indigo glow of Luna’s magic to be looked over, Celestia sighed out and said, “we’re working out our own end on locating the Pink collars. Magical Supariority, a mare skilled in mind based magics, has assured me she’s dealing with the situation swiftly in her own manner.”

“Though I don’t understand why this would cause you to nearly invite yourself in, Overlord.” The eldest alicorn seemed to look him over and proceed on, “even a messenger could of sent this. What is the real reason for your presence?”

Being silent for a moment, he soon told. “I had a vision. A vision I dread on seeing.” rolling out the story like Albert told as he explain to the two. “A vision that due to me not being a true Overlord...Fate decree that a ‘replacement’ of Evil will form...one that will be what both the former heads of the Resistance-- and everyone will soon fear. One that will make me look insignificant as a ‘villain’.”

Focusing to this, Luna asked, “can you further define the dream of your vision?” Getting a look form him while she told, “I am long aged, Overlord. Whenever myself, Celestia or any pony has a vision, I can interpret them by what they recall.” Thinking more, she proceeded to explain, “visions are not always easy to understand. Unless you know what to look for, important information can be misplaced or left unnoticed.”

Crap...well...better roll with it from what...the Eyes of Fate told me. thought Jerry as he took a breath in and said. “The dream started off simple...at least until someone appeared. A inverted being...one who told me that if I did not follow the path of evil, if I stray too far of the Overlord way of Evil...I would die. That I would be killed off and another will take my place.” Not technically lying as he went on.

“This being told that my ‘karma’ was benevolent than malevolent, that I would pay the price as it were for not being a true Overlord of Evil...and that now no matter what I do, either good or evil now? It will hardly matter as a replacement will come, to fill the void that was supposed to be the Evil here...someone who will enjoy their job...so said the Eyes of Fate that this being introduced himself as.”

Whatever he was expecting, Jerry didn’t expect to hear either of the sisters take sharp breaths. He looked between the sisters, the two sharing a very fast exchange of looks between the other. When Luna looked back, she asked, “Eyes of Fate. Those exact titled words, Overlord? None others, just that?” A slight tinge of worry and concern hardly masked in her voice. Even Celestia was seemingly watching with a baited breath.

“...yes. His exact words.” Replied Jerry.

Luna gave a long and possibly worried filled sigh, while Celestia rubbed her head and spoke almost too lowly, “he’s returned then. Fate’s personified self has come back to toy with us once again.”

Confused for a brief moment, Jerry managed to say, “....I’m sorry, but I’m missing some context here.” looking to the two as he went on. “You mean to tell me that...he’s usually known by you two….and whatever he said will be as he said it’ll be?” Already knowing he was omnipotent...but if he was Fate himself? Well...Jerry knew he was screwed even further in the hole he was in.

Breathing in, Celestia told, “we know him on a… slightly lesser personal level.” Hesitating to place it like that. “He is a shapeshifter. A entity that has the very sight to see the strings of Fate themselves.” She raised a hand to convey, “He knows everything that has ever happened.” Then the other hand, “And everything that ever will be.” Then said in a slight tone of detest, “and he enjoys playing with mortals lives, just enough that he gets entertainment, but not enough to change their fate… unless they decide to strike a deal.”

“Take heed to our warnings, Overlord.” Luna spoke up suddenly, “if a bargain is given as a chance to you by the Eyes, do not take it. It will end horribly for you, and only profit him to the greatest degree.” With a more darker tone, the night alicorn went on. “Making a deal with one that knows what will happen, is something he exploits. We have both gone to great lengths to remove any way to summon him, though in truth it doesn't truly stop him from coming and going as he pleases.”

Fuck….just….fuck… Jerry thought as he took a deep breath, it would...explain why the Eyes of Fate was utterly amused by Jerry...and was making him dance of being truly evil or not...then again, he was the Overlord. A deep sigh escape from him, as Jerry told. “As much as I will take your warnings...it is too late for me in a sense. As within the, vision...my fate has been sealed when this new ‘replacement’ will show...Gnarl will attempt to backstab me once more when he hear of this being.”

“That, is left in the unknown.” Admitted Luna, much to Jerry’s own confusion. “The vision said this new threat, this new evil… it was to replace you, possibly kill you-- but he didn’t say you would directly die, or how.” With a deep frown, the dark mare spoke, “he is toying with you. And possibly us now. He does not always do this for entertainment… there might be more to this, such as a deal someone foolishly made by his offer. And we are merely all paying for it.”

“...he did mention that he would of killed me due to being a benevolent Overlord than a malevolent...only reason he didn’t was due to someone making a deal to keep me alive. For whatever reason.” admit Jerry.

Sighing heavily, Celestia said, “it appears we’re now in a game that the Eye’s has taken a large amount of interest in.” Thinking to herself, Celestia soon told, “But… the warning was a hint. I think it’s clear that the Eyes of Fate wants us to ‘play along’ with this. Otherwise he would of not bothered to tell you, or allowed you to tell us.”

Glancing around, Luna agreed, “Yes. For whatever reason, you have his interest now, if he’s only showing himself to you. Whatever the deal was that made him come to you… it’s concerning.” But, with a reluctant shake of her head, Luna admitted, “but one we can’t do much about. The best we can do is prepare for a betrayal by your conniving advisor and to try keep a eye out for this new threat if possible.”

“Agreed...which is why I am unable to assist you, or the Equestrian Island much...or go to other nations to assist with the kharra infection. If there is a slight chance I go out, and meet this being by chance? Gnarl will know...and he will betray me.”

Celestia nodded and agreed, “We know. That, and we can not do anything until the spies in our own land are dealt with. At this point, we must be very careful.”

Giving a firm nod, he told. “I will try to keep update with you both and the other's, but my attention is needed at my domain. As we still have a runaway spy hiding.” then took a deep breath an admit. “I am...concern, mostly of what the Eyes of Fate told to me. Despite feeling assure that he won’t kill me now...I am...afraid that due to my...skewered morality, I had inadvertently doomed us all.”

“That would have never mattered.” Luna told simply. “The Eye’s knew the path you would have taken. He let it happen, otherwise you would of truly been killed without a second thought.” Which wasn’t a very comforting thought. “No, for him to say he doesn't care what choices you make now? I am willing to believe that whatever this deal was, he was waiting for it to happen. You were possibly just the… tool to make it happen.”

“Been feeling a lot like a tool lately…” muttered Jerry in slight annoyance, mostly because he just wasn’t that good at being a ‘evil mastermind’ to most around him. Taking a breath in, he said. “In either case...I feel what I had to say about the vision was the only reason to come here in a forceful matter. Especially in attempting to prepare for when this threat come...or will be coming shortly.” he then thought for a moment...then told.

“I will say this though...when this threat do come...I will be forced to face them, as while I know I rather not face them at all...Well, sometimes a Overlord is force to face another Evil...mostly to occupy the throne of the Overlord.”

Breathing in, Celestia said, “even if the Eyes allowed it… it is good you told us.” Then thought for a moment before saying, “Jerry.” Actually using his name in slight concern. “When the Eye’s does show himself like in your vision… be careful. And again, we urge you to not make any deals with him. We’ve seen what it can do.”

Rather flatly, Luna said, “I think the former Empire of gnolls can clearly attest to what comes out of his deals.”

“...I can only assume they ask for some sort of power and got it...just not what they expected and was soon destroyed afterwords?” said Jerry, as he recalled what a gnoll was...or at least one version of them.

Looking to him, Luna told, “they wished to be remembered as the most fiercest and most deadliest of Empires to ever be made.” After a pause though, Luna said, “they got what they wanted. History knows their empire to be the most deadly of all… only after it was completely destroyed by all neighboring nations that saw them as a threat and eradicated the empire completely.”

“Monkey paw.” snorted Jerry. “Got what they wanted, just not what they thought. Gotta be careful with wishes like that.” then took a breath and told. “And I know now on not making any deals with him...Even more since I know what sort of...risks it brings.”

Nodding, Celestia told, “you should go back to your domain and secure it further. I can only imagine the unrest going on there after the failed invasion attempt.”

Groaning, his sagging body only told there was indeed unrest there. “Oh yes….so much. Repairs. Assuring the mares, easing tension...still establishing some new rules and laws...Furthering the evils of bureaucracy...Much unrest. Especially in making sure we get the spy before she does anything more.” deep breaths in and letting it out as he told in sarcasm. “The joys of running a semi-evil kingdom/tyranny as the Overlord.”

While there was slight amusement from the two, they allowed Jerry to leave, mostly for him to continue his work back home...and keeping Gnarl in the dark still even more.

If there was one thing Twilight would admit about Citadel 1? It was the fact that is was big. Much more bigger than the previous Alpha base, possibly due to just how expansive it was. Moving in had been simple enough, sure, but moving in other ponies, lab equipment and even supplies had turned into a long tedious process.

More and more ponies had began to flood the new base, and along with her tasks in organizing everyone, she also had to help with moving supplies into their needed locations. Make sure every person in the massive base was accommodated in their respective areas. Assign groups into their own sectors of the base. Or, as of right now helping the Research Division on getting their new lab spaces straightened out.

And there was a lot to move. Twilight found herself moving boxes and equipment from left to right, using both hands and magic all the while. Even Albert was helping, zipping all about to make sure everything was neat and tidy-- though he tended to misplace a object or two during his fast pace work.

She almost rolled her eyes at how sporadically chaotic the man could be while trying to keep things in order-- granted he was nowhere as bad as Pyro was. She was sure Crisp was having a little trouble juggling her own work and keeping an eye on the now overly eccentric and plenty unhinged stallion.

Reaching a hand out, Twilight searched for her PDA, mostly to look at her list and figure out what next to do. And with a practiced ease she flicked her fingers about to the list-- though not her own. Blinking, Twilight instead found a Technical list, a long one at that. After a moment reading over a few things, she rolled her eyes and thought, Albert. Left your PDA behind again. and was ready to go return it to the man.

Or, she was, until her eyes sighted something odd. It was near the bottom of the list, ‘Biological changing station’. It piqued Twilight’s curiosity, and for a moment felt the want of ignoring it. But the overly odd name made her just stare. It wasn’t like anything she was shown in the whole blueprints of the technology she had seen.

I should leave it alone. Twilight thought. It’s Albert’s PDA, right? About to just place it to the side. But at the same time, something odd nagged her, and against her better judgment, let curiosity take hold. All it took was a single touch of her finger to open the tab, and did the mare feel her eyes widen.

Wh-what? But… W-why, how does Albert have the Blueprints to a Blank-o-tron machine!? This, sparked a panic in Twilight. Her mind could easily recall the machine-- she even recalled reading up on it as a brainwashed mare! She knew all the ins and out’s about it during her studies (which she didn’t fully tell her ‘masters’ at the time). But now, now she felt worried, scared and confused. Even as she scrolled through, she wondered why, how Albert had this in his PDA.

Trying to breath calmly, Twilight glanced around, not seeing the human anywhere… but she needed to think, she needed to maybe warn the others? Did she need to warn others? Look for Magic. That felt like a good thought, and in a rush, Twilight moved to find the stallion.

This tidbit of information she stumbled on set her off badly, and while Twilight wanted to confront Albert, she didn’t feel that being hasty was a good idea. She trusted Magic in the knowledge that Albert was more cunning than he let on, and the evacuation showed how he kept tight lipped on his plans or in this case, the new Citadel 1.

It took a while, but hearing a number of voices, Twilight rushed in and turned around the next corner where a bulkhead was open. Inside, she could see Magic trying to position a Cloning machine in place, Zealous off to the side unpacking and both Crisp and Pyro trying to make sure a desk was properly pace to the side.

Lavender magic flaring to close the bulkhead, possibly with more force than it needed, Twilight shouted nearly as loud as the banging door behind herself, “EVERYONE THERE’S--” She never finished her words as there was a yelping and a later explosion of limegreen-- and lots of coughing.

Magic pause, glancing to Twilight with her new lime green coat of paint as Pyro held a protective grip around Crisp with one hand full of paint-bombs as Magic own magic horn glowed, helping remove the freshly coated paint as he remarked to Twilight. “First rule of living with Pyro. Never slam doors loud and shout soon after. He get spook easily.”

Her own magic lighting to pull and removing the paint, Twilight tried to not splutter, but had trouble not to. Still, when enough paint was off of herself, she rushed, “B-b-but, there-- and there is a--” Nearly babbling out in her slight panic.

Using a hand to remove some paint from her face, Crisp said, “Twilight, please, slow down.” Patting her husband to calm the stallion and tell, “Now slower. What’s gotten you so panicked?”

Unable to stop her mouth, Twilight next to shouted while holding up the PDA, “Albert’s has a Blank-o-tronic blueprint on his PDA!”

At first Magic blink, then narrow his eyes as his horn glowed, talking the PDA off of Twilight hands as he let it float before him. Examining the PDA and its blueprints as he notice notes, clef notes, observations, notes on improvements, possible improvements with use of his access to his technology and other things. Intriguing. How did he came across this? thought over Magic as he recalled Jerry nearly destroyed everything related to this abomination of a machine-- granted he was no better with his Cloning machine…

But at least he didn’t erase the personality and souls of mares to be re-purposed like the Caribous, just took souls and put them in new bodies he made. Or in his case with Jerry, new mares that had some sentience, but not fully. He glance to see Pyro keeping a firm grip on Crisp, as part of the unicorn wanted Crisp to get the earth-stallion to take the pills, he needed Periodic scientist outlook right now…

But it seem Pyro was good enough as the red stallion asked. “But I thought most were destroyed, how did he gained it?”

“I don’t know.” Twilight heaved, nearly hyperventilating at her discovery. “I don’t know and it’s making me worry because he has information on it-- and Improvements on it too!” She tried to stay calm, yet the Princess's hands animated more and more while on the edge of panicking. “I don’t know how he has it, but I’m worried that he has it and never told us! Why does he have it? Why would he have it? Why does he have improving notes? Why--”

“Calm. Down.” ordered Magic in his ‘authoritative tone’ as he look to Twilight as he went on. “Take a deep breath and breath in and out. Right now you’re making it worse for yourself, Twilight. Remind yourself, you need a clear head, one that can think without emotions interfering on what we need to figure out.” then said as he look on more. “But she is correct, he has made improvements on them, although it’s less for sexual and more of, I dare say further genetic testing and alterations. If I made a rough guess from the notes?”

“I would say that Albert has been busy in working on ‘neurological manipulations’ on the machines uses.” he however frown. “But...if he has a machine like this, even if we never knew how he gained it-- what has he been using it to test it on?”

Blinking some and moving to peek over Magic’s shoulder, Zealous screwed her face up and tilted her head, asking, “Neurological… manipulation?” Trying to think of what that was and what that meant. “What does that have to do with genetics?”

Breathing, and almost seeming to be hyperventilating a bit, Twilight eventually calmed down. Just enough so to tell, “I-I think it’s to the neural p-pathways in our bodies. The…” She took a long drag of breath and sighed out, “Our brains have neurons. You remember that in biology, right? The brain creates electrical impulses to send signals through the body to do certain actions.”

Placing 2 and 2 together, Crisp asked, “So this… manipulation of neurons is meant to mess with a ponies brain signals?” Roughly guessing what Twilight was saying.

Taking one last breath to calm down, Twilight said, “Yes, and no. Neurons work with the nervous system, which helps control arm movement, leg movement, how the heart regulates itself--” Then cut to the chase, “but it all does connect to the spine and brain later on.” She thought for a moment and added, “It… almost sounds like he’s adding in alternative means of making the machine function-- with and without magic, making it… doubly effective.” Shivering at the mere thought.

“But how would he know how to make it work better without ponies to test it on?” asked Pyro as he tilt his head, slowly moving a hand off of Crisp as he added. “Even more that he can’t use magic or know how to work it.”

Blinking some, Magic recalled Albert asking some odd questions now and then about ‘magically recharging runes’, or how to make them work with some machines as he let out a sigh. “I believe that is technically my fault, as Albert asked on magic base questions and runes.” he however felt suspicion in his mind, part of him wants to questioned to Albert on this thing and his potential betrayal-- but at the same time…

What would be the point? Albert is a man of science, of logic and pure results with actual ends that have long term use. What would be the point of him improving on the Caribous device for sexual reason? Unless… thought Magic as he knew Albert likes to ogle mares and their sexy bodies-- he seems more focus on getting work done and making new discoveries as he query.

“What if Albert is using and improving this thing for long term use? Specifically with actual ends that have pure results? It makes no sense or logic for him using this for asinine reasons or sexual needs, nothing that would be short term in the moment like the Caribous do…” he frowned and tried to think as he admitted. “But its hard to say if that's good or bad, considering he is...very clever in various ways.”

Trying to keep calm, Twilight said, “I’m worried for what he’s using it for.” Then motioned at the PDA to go on, “Those are complete blueprints, Magic. He can make one of those right now, in this base with no problems. And those improvement notes look more than complete-- I think those have been final results for a long time.” Then paused to consider, “Or recent, but the point stands-- he could of had a complete Blank-o-Tron built-- then improved on it!”

Frowning, Crisp spoke to Magic, “She’s right. This is a real big deal Magic. He has a machine that can easily change a pony into something else-- and we wouldn’t even realize it.” Thinking it over, she went on, “Albert doesn’t take me as the sort to just do that… but he also doesn't strike me the sort to be half-mad to talk to a Cat poster-- or unleash a deadly virus on a whole civilization or willingly ask for a mare to get violated by a Vine Seeker to gain it’s seeds for his ‘testing’.”

“And even let me have a Seamoth for endless destruction!” told Pyro as he amended as he nuzzle onto Crisp cheek with a wide grin. “But I think he did that because if he didn’t, I would be jumping around a Cyclops with Crispy here trying to calm me with everypony around me without bomb making or with her lovely self! I get antsy in closed space.”

Magic shake his head some, but consider that Crisp makes a valid point, unless it was for the ends that justify the means, Albert wouldn’t do it...He frown as he soon told. “This is something we need to confront him,” then pressed with a glance to Twilight as he reminded. “With calm heads and not letting our emotions fueled our words, if we want answers, we need to be focused and ready for anything he might say or do.”

He however glanced to the other's as he added. “We might need to keep Pyro here, mostly because we all know he might do something ‘silly’,” then added to Zealous as he nuzzle her neck some as she was behind him. “You need to stay too, in case something is off.” then added. “Not to mention get everything ready, my Zealous mare.”

She gave a knowing look and nodded some to that and told. “Be careful.” While she doubted Albert could do anything, there was something about this that was drifting in dangerous waters.

“I’ll stay here.” Crisp spoke with certainty. “We’ll let you and the Princess deal with Albert's… questionable actions and ideas.” Then looked to Pyro telling, “We’ll stay and get things ‘ready’ if you find out something even worse.” While they had little reason to doubt Albert, he fact he was studying such a horrible machine? It called for some caution of what he was hiding from them.

Nodding, he turned to Twilight as he opened the bunkdoor with a touch of his magic as he said. “Let's go Twilight, we have much to question.” as the stallion let Twilight go out first, with him following and quietly shut the door, did he walked beside her as he told. “Whatever we learned from Albert on how he gained the blueprints or uses of it, be it good or bad-- we can’t allow this to be told to everypony in Citadel-1.”

He gave a sideway glance and explained simply before she gained a chance to question. “If we reveal of this now, with everypony getting themselves situated here and unpacking, with many of the original ponies here trusting Albert? It could lead to a split faction of sorts with ponies who are new and those who know Albert fully, causing a strife of sorts with two parties as it might tear this place apart without Princess Celestia or Luna here. Or put you in a very hard position of they decided to leave this ‘sanctuary’.”

Hands up, Twilight said, “I know, I know. It’s why I came to you, this is a really… really big thing.” She didn’t even want to think of what Albert was doing with the machine. “And we can’t have that happening-- the Caribou are still out there in the ocean who-knows where! Any that leave could head right to them and get caught!”

Taking a breath, Twilight went on, “I know I need a calm head, but even you have to agree. There is something wrong with using that… thing on anypony! I can’t even express my horror at the idea of Albert using it!”

“Even more with no Blanks to use it on. Or alternatively, none we know so far.” added Magic as he added. “It would be wise to not tell your friends, not yet at least. No need for Applejack or Rainbow to make it worse with one failing to lie or the other being a stubborn mule.” he however didn’t add more, as he walked with the mare onto the path of Albert as he admitted.

“But, I will admit, it is odd for him to gain this. Especially more as he’s never near any town or city that has one of the machines...which begs the question on what Pyro asked. How did he gained the blueprints in the first place?”

Gulping at the thought, Twilight said, “I half worry if he got it himself, or had someone else get it for him.” And while the unspoken words were very high on being accusing, Magic couldn’t help but agree with how Twilight placed it in a sense. Because that was a more logical way Albert could get it-- without ever having to reach it.

The problem was who, and admitally? All facts point to perhaps three people. One of the Caribous who deflected on Equestria side. One of the ponies among the spies Screech had-- or obviously enough, Jerry. The latter was possibly the lowest to accuse, as Jerry tend to be a bit rage-filled and smashed them into nothing. A Caribou made more logical sense, although the problem was who.

However he doubted he could gain the answers in time, as most of the defectors lived with Jerry now. So the problem was getting facts straight before they could speculate. Which is what they were both planning on doing as they came to the bulkhead door of Albert, as Magic told in a simple manner. “Keep calm, take deep breaths, and try not to panic. Consider this practice once you start ‘re-negotiating’ with Jerry once everything is said and done.”

Giving a glance, Twilight told, “I think Celestia is going to take care of that.” Then sighed out, “I would've preferred to have time to organize a list of questions of how to handle this than just rushing in.” And while she wanted answers, Twilight felt that maybe they were rushing the confrontation. Maybe they should wait later and not try getting answers there and then.

Having a small smirk, Magic teased. “Consider this practice for politics then, as you wouldn’t have time to organize things on short notice, Twilight.” then added. “Beside, best to get it out of the way now before doing anything else, just in case we need to plan for the worst.” then with a knocking on the metal door, did the two heard a muffled ‘come in’, as Magic opened the steel thick door.

Glancing around of equipment and boxes, Magic enter in as he held up Albert PDA and spoke. “I believe this is yours?”

Glancing up, Albert said, “Ah, yes, I was wondering where that was.” Closing a drawer and going on in a ramble, “I had a sudden eureka moment, and needed to get my notes down. But as you can tell, I had no way to get notes without--” Halting while reaching out for the PDA, eyes glancing over the still open file of the Blank-o-tron schematics.

Alberts blinked and took the tablet, seeming to scroll through it as a sort of silence fell between him and the ponies. And, like the bright man he was, Albert said, “you must have questions then.” Turning around, black lab coat fluttering a bit and not looking particularly angry… or bothered. And that bothered Twilight that he had a detachment of not caring.

“Quite.” simply responded Magic with a slight nod as he spoke. “You have reasons, mostly long-term and logical. However with how questionable your methods are, we simply want to figure out the why and hows of this machine you have somewhere, possibly in a different base, will work out long term. However what I wish to know for now? How did you gained your hands on it? Most blueprints been destroyed by the Overlord or the Resistance in the long years.”

Albert didn’t look up while he worked away on this PDA, going on to say idly, “Scanner’s are sophisticated pieces of equipment. Even fragments of technology can be scanned and figured out with enough looked over.” As if the idea of a machines destruction would not halt him from finding out.

Watching almost wearily, Twilight asked, “Could you explain why you…. ‘Improved’ on it?” Waiting for something like a snappy comeback or a possibly explosive shout. Anything to indicate his anger or frustration at his privacy being violated and his secret found.

And yet nothing, it bothered Twilight he didn’t seemed bothered by any of this. Or how he answered in stride. “I felt improvements were needed.” striding up to a Communications device on the wall and telling, “Place a request in. Please tell Thicket that I need to ask her something.” Then walked away before a response could be made, though went on to tell, “There is always room for improvement, Twilight. Room to make something more efficient or effective at it’s job.”

While Twilight pressed her lips, feeling unnerved and wanting him to...be normal in terms of what most ponies would react with their privacy invaded, Magic spoke inquiry. “Improvement? So what you are suggesting you are using this machine, improving it, and potentially using it for either survival of ponies or a species, or advancing them with genetics?”

Seeming to type away on his tablet, the scientist told, “There is so much potential that you and even the caribou's don’t understand about that machine, Magic, Twilight.” Slightly turning his head to go on. “It is the single most advanced piece of equipment on this entire planet, I’m sure. More advanced than anything you can think of for a few generations at least.”

He paused, turning his head around to keep working whilst adding, “I just saw the real worth of it and began to place it to use. And, like I said, improve on it more and more. There’s room for more improvement, and I intend to make the most out of it.”

Breathing in, Twilight asked, “To what end?” Not sure if she liked where this might be going.

“Wait, and you might find out.” Was the rather cryptic response from the infected man.

Magic consider it….then soon spoke in curious. “This ‘Thicket’ mare you spoke of in the comm...she will be the ‘demonstration’ of the end-goal you devise with the machine?” already working on a possible hypothesis that Albert saw this machine as a treasure trove for potential possibilities with not only with ponies, but with caribous on hidden or useful potential no one noticed or saw before.

“In a manner of speaking.” Albert gave, but otherwise didn’t say more before waiting. A wait that made Twilight shift her wings a bit anxiously and Magic nearly glare at the back of the man’s head. Less out of hate and more to the point Albert knew something he didn’t, and withheld it.

They waited for much too long for their liking, until they heard a mare. “You needed something Albert?” A green earth mare with a almost camo like mane walking in, and in Twilight’s admittance, not too bad looking of a mare. She had what looked to be simple cloths. Sweat pants and even a sports bra, a vest over that. As for figure, her hips weren't anything too much and her bust was a fair over B, but nothing too noteworthy…

Well, besides the point that she was the captain to the Ruffed Raft, the same ship that helped her be guided safely to Citadel-1.

“Could you please close the door, Thicket?” Asked Albert, not taking his eyes off his work. And while the mare did so, he waited for the door to close and seal. That was when he said, “Thicket, what is your primary objective?”

On the spot, Thicket perked and turned to Albert, addressing him without much conscious thought. “Primary Objective: Protection of the elements of harmony and the Princess of Friendship at all costs.” The sudden strictness catching both ponies off guard for a moment.

“What is your secondary objective of your crew?” Albert again asked.

“Secondary Objective: Search and elimination of all potential leaks and spies. Secondary Objective feeds back to primary, search and investigate all potential threats spying for the elements and the Princess of Friendship.” Thicket’s words coming out crisp, fast and to the point.

Undaunted, Albert walked about the room, asking again, “What is your objective pertaining to caribou threats?”

“Objective: Assess threat level. Assess gender. Assess age. Actions are according: Military males are to eliminated by seduction and later assassination. Females are to be later sent to Castle or Equestrians, or Citadel-1. Young are to be sent straight to Citadel-1 or the castle.”

Turning his head up, Albert once more asked, “What is your objective after the conflict has ended and Equestria is once more reinstated with it’s proper ruling headships?”

Not batting an eye, Thicket told, “Objective: Move into location where the elements live, passively protect the six element barriers and Princess of Friendship. Find able stud and breed next generations if able.” Not moving from her spot while Albert gave both shocked ponies a glance.

Magic blinked as for the first time, he was dumbfounded. In fact he was taken back as he process all of this, what the mare said, what Albert cryptically said...it all came into his mind as he took a deep breath with closed eyes and soon said in a amazed tone. “You’ve been making a secret army of spies to take out spies, protect Twilight and her friends-- and ensure Equestria population hasn’t fully stagnated.” then took another breath and admitted.

“Credit where its due. I can see the usefulness of such of the machine if you are using it for the objectives you mention, especially with Pinks around.”

Closing his PDA out, and placing it away, Albert said, “It’s a poetic statement, in a sense.” Almost thoughtfully musing. “The Caribou’s most greatest achievement, will be their own downfall.” Then glance at them. “This, is the hidden potential of the machine. It was made to program mare’s into something else? Well, it held the potential to make weapons. The most deadliest of them all.”

“I call it, Project Kunoichi.” The man smiled and told, “Like the Kunoichi of folklore, they hide in sight and strike when you don’t expect it. You can’t find a Kunoichi, until they strike.”

Twilight looked between Albert and Thicket, feeling a odd sense of fascination, and utter horror. “You…. She…” She breathed in and asked, “Who was she before you changed her?”

Unexpectedly, Thicket was the one to speak. “Nobody, Princess.” Thicket’s voice full of respect while she told with a bowed head. “I was a blank. Albert created me, and others, with very to point objectives. We know what we are, and why we were made.” Then shifted to admit, “We’re not even sure how real we actually are. It’s… it’s a weird thing to talk about.”

Albert watched impassively and told “I only use blanks.” Then went on to tell, “And Blanks are more efficient. Nothing at the start, so I can work from the ground up. And, to further point, more useful as I can program them to be completely loyal to your race, and only to your race. Half the Expedition Fleet are Kunoichi in hiding.” Then queried, “Why do you think it’s only now a Pink caused my base a problem-- or why there hasn’t been a leak in information since Jerry began to shove ponies to the islands?”

Having a hand under his chin, Magic admit information would have leaked by Jerry...lack of foresight with information holding, especially with Gates. The question was, how did Albert gained Blanks in the first place? He knew that all the Blanks were at the Dark….

Realization set in his eyes, Magic spoke in surprise in his tone. “Someone from the Dark Castle secretly sent you Blanks, possibly the remains of the blueprints for you to work with.”

Twilight nearly jumped at this, and while she thought about it-- it made sense. But she couldn’t see who. The Caribou there only got to the castle recently. And form the sounds of it, Albert had been at this for some time. Who could of done it? Certainly not Jerry. He didn’t seem capable of going about this secretly enough. And she didn’t think Gnarl would of helped. Or Jasmine, not even Shadow or Lovely-- what were they missing?

“I have means, Magic.” Albert told. “Means I will continue to keep secret for the time being. At this point, the secret of the Kunoichi is what is giving us the advantage.” Then looked to Thicket to go on, “The Pink that ratted us out was with us before the Kunoichi were made. So she had time to blend in seamlessly and get missed. Something I don’t intend to happen again.”

Nodding firmly, Thicket told, “Right now, we’re all searching for any and all Pinks that we can. Even using seduction to hopefully entice them out, no matter where they are hiding.”

While this was all and good...Magic questioned. “I am presuming you sent some to the Equestrian Island as precaution, mostly due to Jerry lack of foresight.” he however frown and questioned. “But won’t there be a problem if there are Pinks at the Dark Castle? It is highly doubtful either Jerry, or most others will find Pinks that infiltrated their home-- or possibly mess with the Tower Heart.”

With a slight smile, Albert told, “Then you don’t realize just how good Kunoichi’s are at their jobs.”

He couldn’t help but smirk. “Perhaps I don’t, mostly due to lack of information.” he however took all of this in and decided to give his opinion. “I believe I am satisfied enough with the questions, now that I realize you are doing this for a better ‘end-game’ than we thought. I will be sure to keep this tight lid on my end with Pyro, Crisp, and Zealous.” he glanced to Twilight as he asked.

“I am guessing you are having difficulties on keeping this silence or telling the truth to your friends?”

Biting her lip, Twilight had to admit… this was something she would bring up with Celestia. It was one thing for Albert to have the painful machine in his possession-- and another for him to blatantly use it to such a degree. The alicorn glanced to the mare beside her, a dread in her heart.

Turning to Albert, she asked, “What is Thicket?” Making them glance at her choice of words. “Is she a tool? Is she just a weapon like you said?” Then went on, “What is Thicket to you?”

Lifting a brow, Albert told, “She is what I made her to be, Twilight. Nothing more, nothing less.” Words that the princess didn’t take lightly, narrowing her eyes at him. “If you’re asking if they are made to only be weapons and tools? To just be spare breeding stock when the time comes?”

The scientist shrugged. “That is their role. That is their purpose. That is their programming.” He then motioned to the shifting green mare. “I have given her the tools to live, to act, to socialize and behave like a pony as much as the last.” Then turned to Twilight. “If… she can be a real pony?” He thought to that, “I wouldn’t know. It would almost be like asking if a clone has rights, when they are nothing more than a creation.”

It was something that stung Twilight, and she told in a calm, if not tense tone. “It’s not right to think of her like that.” A odd firmness in her eyes.

Tilting his head, Albert motioned to Thicket, “Then by all means, Princess. Make her more than she is now.” Causing Twilight to just… pause. “Science can only do so much, and so can magic. You think you can make her more real, give her and every kunoichi a reason to have validation to their existence? By all means, do so.” Eventually retracting his arm back and waiting in place as Twilight, and even Magic, thought that over.

“While one could argue she could be one with the Tree...the effects are, more or less….hard to dictate on what would happen.” spoke Magic as he admitted. “Even more with its ‘first test subject’ being Lovely. We know how that became to be with her reaction to be a real mare with emotions.”

Turning away, Albert told, “They can emulate feelings. But comprehend and understand feelings is a slightly different matter.” Moving to a desk to organize a few things and go on. “They know how to take social cues and when to speak to others. But how to be real? That is something even with my experience I can’t just program into them.”

“If that is all, I think we all have work to return to.” Albert told indifferently, a odd… chill of just how he said that.

Sighing, Twilight asked, “Aren’t you even remotely remorseful of what you’re doing to these mares? Blank or not?”

Organizing a few vials and test tubes, Albert told, “I’m not like most people, Twilight.” A curtness in his voice. “Jerry can play the bad guy all he likes and try justifying all the bad things he does. I don’t.” He lifted a vile and swished it around and said, “Unlike him or you or Magic, Morals only mean as much as I give them weight. I can set them aside. Morals are just imposed emotions on how to see right and wrong.” Then, with a glance over his shoulder, he told in a near dead and flat tone.

“In survival, there is no right and wrong. Only live or die. And I intend to be the one surviving in the end. Not the one dead while there is an extinction event over the horizon from one idiot's mistakes-- and I will do what I deem necessary in order to achieve that result.” Eventually turning back to unpack his work.

“Very well, good day Albert.” Magic spoke, while giving a glance to Thicket to open the door, as with a gentle tug of his magic, did he lead Twilight out of the lab area. However once he did? Did he spoke as he gently ‘guide’ her away. “In a sense, he is right.” giving a glance to Twilight as he went on. “In survival, morals can be damned as it’s your life or another. From what I gather, he has been surviving by himself for a long time, without anyone by his side. It is likely he removed any morals in him in order to live another day by himself.”

He then added in a thoughtful expression. “Although it was rather ingenious on what he did with that machine, and what he did with the blanks. Very tactful too in a sense, keep spies down and ensure Equestria survival as a whole.”

Silently, Twilight nodded before saying, “It was… creative.” It made Magic’s ear flick. “The Caribou never thought of using it to weaponized their… creative mares. Only see them for toys.” The idea disgusted her, but she had to tell, “What Albert’s doing… I don’t feel it’s any more right. No matter how logically driven it is-- he’s… treating life like it’s just another thing, a tool or commodity.”

She heaved a breath and rubbed her face for a moment. “I… I don’t like it, but… but I can’t say Albert’s wrong. He…” With an almost defeated sigh, Twilight said, “Albert made a smart move. A logical one. It’s something I don’t approve of… but it’s getting results.” Then looked to the side. “I just wish there was a better way to get them without using re-created mare’s like tools.”

“...Sometimes Twilight, we do things we don’t like to do. Sometimes the world doesn’t need another hero to save it, at rare times...it need monsters to save the world, for monsters have no morals to hold them back to do what is needed to be done.” then added. “After all...what I done to you and your friends would be wrong, but it was needed to be done to protect the Tree of Harmony from corruption.”

Twilight let her eyes drift away to that, but she didn’t comment. Instead, she told, “We should inform Princess Celestia about this in person and in private.” Which wasn’t a huge surprise to Magic, seeing as Twilight was the mare’s prized student. “But I don’t think anypony else should know besides her.” Which did slightly catch him off guard. “As much as I want to tell My friends, my brother, Cadence… Albert… is right.” Then sighed, “The Kunoichi need to be kept secret.”

“...you didn’t mention Princess Luna in the ‘need to know’, Twilight.” remarked Magic with a raise of his brow.

“I don’t think any of us truthfully can, Magic.” Twilight returned honestly. “She’s the Vanguard of dreams. She’ll find out inadvertently somehow. Or Celestia might tell her anyways.”

“Very true….” agreed Magic, as he walked simply with Twilight...before saying. “However, one thing is bothering me. Who is it that’s sent Albert the tools and Blanks-- and been sending them since then? It’s doubtful Jerry, or even Gnarl or the mares could pull this off. It's too secretive. If I were to guess? Someone that wants to be kept hidden for one reason or another.”

Frowning, Twilight asked, “Do you think there’s Kunoichi in the Dark Castle?” Then proceeded to tell, “We don’t know how long Albert’s been doing this. But… if they’ve been in Alpha base… and in the Expedition fleet… and the Island for us…”

“It's possible.” agreed Magic as he went on. “But the problem is, ‘when’. As Jerry didn’t had anyone beside Shadow, Lovely, and a few others for a good long time. My guess? Possibly when all those defectors came to live with him and others who wish to join Jerry…” however he soon admitted. “But...that's too short of a timeframe. No way any Kunoichi could've enter in without the Minions, specifically the Greens to spot them. Even if they’re good at hiding, Greens are the assassins for Jerry.”

He thought it over as he shook his head. “No, whoever it was? Had to be there before everything escalated at the Crystal Empire with the virus. Or perhaps after within a short time? Be more reasonable.”

Sighing and thinking it over, Twilight said, “as much as I want to figure this out.. I think Albert has us outdone, Magic.” Something she didn’t want to admit. “We don’t have all the facts, and none of the evidence makes sense. I think right now? We won’t be able to figure out anything unless he tells us.” Then said lowly, “If… he tells us.” Then said lowly, “For a supposed blabbermouth, he’s better at keeping secrets than Pinkie Pie.”

Magic nodded as he admit. “That he is.” then as he open the door to his area as he spoke. “For now? We have work to do.” then glance to his friends and his mare as he added to Twilight with a glance. “But in a twisted sense...now no one could get near you or your friends again with them keeping you all safe.” then enter in the lab as he assured the other's. “Everything is fine, Albert is using it for a better end. But I can’t speak more, for secretive reasons.”

Pyro blinked and was currently unboxing as he asked. “How secretive?”

“The methods of your super big surprise that nearly blew us all up.” told Magic as he shut the door behind him, letting Twilight leave to wherever she was headed as Pyro said.

“Ooooooooh….okay!” going back to undo things here and there as he hummed a small tune.

Giving Magic a glance, Crisp said, “I hope it won’t bite us in the flank later on, whatever it is.” Then began to help her husband while asking, “It’s under control, whatever it is, right?”

“Yes.” said the unicorn, horn glowing to get his machine back in working order as he went on. “Although I will say this, Albert has tight lips on how he gained it. My guess? Someone from the Dark Castle gave it to him secretly, don’t know who though as there’s not enough brains there.”