(Author note: SKV = Storm King Vessel)

Over the next three days Tempest’s airship, the SKV Scirocco, stayed grounded near the outskirts of Seaddle while Tempest offloaded her dead and injured, made repairs to her ship, and prepared to take on the giant centaur who had stolen nearly all the magic in Equestria. A task that would have been completely impossible without the help of this world’s Starlight Glimmer and her followers.

“That’s it, ponies!” Starlight could be heard, exhorting her followers as they laboured to haul a slab of armor to the makeshift foundry. “This is the great struggle for Equality. One creature, just one, has risen himself above all of us. Making himself special, at the cost of everypony. We must fight! We must all be Equal, because anypony who is special in one area is weak in others! Only by being Equal to each other can we triumph against the exceptional.”

“Princess, that mare is nuts,” Dashiel commented, her flesh and blood wing holding a leash that led to the control collar around Trixie’s neck as they all watched Starlight continue her speech from some distance away. The two mares had almost been inseparable since Dashiel had been forced to take the role of “Control”, the pony in control of the symbiote suit that had by now fully bonded to Trixie, or “144” as Dashiel occasionally called her.

“I know, but as much as it hurts to hear her mislead these ponies like some sort of demagogue, we need that blind faith and obedience right now,” Twilight replied. “How is the refit going?”

“We’ve stripped about half the armour off the ship, melted it, and dipped most of the ship’s cannonballs in the stuff. We just need you to drill out the cannons so they can use the bigger balls,” Dashiel answered, and looking around to make sure nopony else was within earshot said, “Ma’am, you remember where I’m from. I’ve seen what blind faith and unquestioning obedience can do, and how dangerous it can be.”

At Dashiel’s formal turn of phrase Twilight realized that Dashiel had slipped back into her formal military posture because she wasn’t sure how Twilight was going to take her words.

“Dashiel, you are the captain of my guard. I trust you with my life. Go ahead, say what you want to say,” Twilight said, focusing her full attention on the mare.

“Ma’am,” Dashiel began, arranging herself into a military posture. “This isn’t your Starlight Glimmer. This isn’t your friend. This is a pony who’s snuck, and schemed, and killed to get where she is today. Specifically, she killed this world’s version of you, and then altered its timeline so that things would go her way. Maybe more than once.”

“Your knight agrees with her Control,” Trixie added. “This Starlight intends to let the princesses from this world rot in Tartarus, just so they are out of the way. Plus, she wants you dead.”

“Well, I mean not me personally—” Twilight began, before Trixie cut in.

“Yes, you personally,” Trixie stated, and Twilight felt her eyes go wide with surprise. “You represent everything she stands against. Special ponies doing special things. She knows that you being here means you beat another version of her. Not only that, but she knows you could beat her right now, or go back in time and undo what she did, or even go back and get our Starlight and—”

“Okay, I get it,” Twilight said, overriding Trixie’s running sentence. “What do you want me to do? We need her ponies to help operate Tempest’s ship. If we’re going to have any chance against Tirek, we need them, and they follow her.”

“The instant we know that Tirek’s down, you get us out of here,” Dashiel replied firmly. “No speeches, no hugs, no friendship. Tirek goes down and we jet.”

“But if we do that then we won’t be able to help Tempest,” Twilight protested, before she could silence herself.

“Look, I get it. She’s a villain who’s actually on the road to getting better, and you want to make sure she makes it all the way. But if we don’t go right away, Starlight Glimmer is going to try to kill you,” Dashiel responded. “She point blank said she was going to, and everything I’ve seen and heard from that mare tells me she’s not only going to try to kill you but that she’s got a plan already.”

“But,” began Twilight, before holding up a hoof and stopping herself and sighing. “I’m not going to be able to save her, am I?”

Two heads shook in the negative.

“Fine,” Twilight replied, bowing to the inevitable. Her retainers made good points that were based from both their hearts and their minds, and they were likely right. But it didn’t mean Twilight had to like it.

“I’ve got to go meet Tempest and start widening the cannon bores,” Twilight said, before noticing that Dashiel had started slowly drawing in Trixie’s leash tighter to herself. “In the meantime, you two stay out of trouble, okay?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Dashiel responded, adding, “Suit 144, tease mode.”

Trixie gave out a small moan and a shudder ran through her body as the suit that held her in perfect bondage to Dashiel began to stimulate and tease her most sensitive nerves.

“Control is evil,” Trixie noted with a smile, not entirely managing to keep herself from grinding her hips against the base of her second tail buried deeply inside of her ass.

“Suit 144, muzzle and cock gag,” Dashiel ordered, and a moment later the showmare was silenced by a thick latex shaft forming in her mouth.

“Carry on, you two,” Twilight giggled, walking away from the pair who were quickly becoming lost in each other.

“Centaur sighted!” called a lookout.

“How far?” Tempest asked, looking around at her ship. Gone was the armed transport the Scirocco had been, and in its place was a lean greyhound of a vessel that floated on the air currents in a way that made the ship feel like it was ready for the coming fight.

“Just crested the horizon, but he’s coming this way fast!” the lookout yelled back down.

“Right! All hands, battle stations!” Tempest yelled out. Grubber began rapidly clanging a bell set into the command deck while all around ponies, yaks, abyssinians and even a minotaur ran to their assigned posts.

“Cloak, I need you below decks and getting that invisibility spell up and running, or this fight will be an awfully short one,” Tempest ordered.

“Very well, Admiral,” Starlight replied, with a salute. “Just don’t expect me to get back into that breeding rack again.”

“Just keep us hidden as long as you can,” Tempest ordered, turning her attention back to the main deck. “Twenty degrees up, half speed straight ahead. Grubber, I want us on a course of 135 once we get above a hundred lengths altitude.”

“Where do you want me?” Twilight asked, catching a glare from Starlight as she and several other unicorns went down through a nearby hatchway.

“In that breeding rack, begging for my collar,” Tempest instantly replied, then immediately breaking into a huge blush as she realized she had said the inside part out loud. “I mean, uh. I mean I’d like you to try to block as much as you can of whatever Tirek throws at us.”

“Will do,” Twilight answered, smiling as she added. “The blocking part that is. The begging for a collar part will have to wait.”

Dashiel cleared her throat loudly, reminding Twilight of the discussion she’d had earlier.

“I mean, that is, if we have time,” Twilight amended, somewhat lamely.

Tempest however, didn’t seem to notice the amendment, smiling widely before settling her face back down into what Twilight was coming to recognize as her, “Captain Tempest” face.

“And if I can get that murderous pegasus of yours down to the gundeck, I could use someone with actual fighting experience down there to help stiffen the crews,” Tempest asked.

“On it,” Dashiel replied, saluting before also heading down.

The airship rose steadily, bending its course to the right, Twilight and Trixie both leaning into the turn as the ship's deck sloped.

“Steady on this course, Grubber. Bring us up to 500. I want to be above and to the side of Tirek before we open fire,” Tempest ordered.

“Tactics?” Twilight asked. “My brother used to be Captain of the Royal Guard, but not too much of it rubbed off on me.”

“By coming alongside Tirek we can bring more of our guns to bear at once. We’ve only got the two bow chasers, but we have four cannons on either broadside,” Tempest explained, her body still but her eyes roving everywhere around the ship. “Plus, it gives us the best chance to see how well our modified cannonballs work, and if they don’t do the job, all we have to do is keep going in a straight line to get away from him.”

“Right, got it,” Twilight replied, “Trixie, I want you to help me as much as you can. I know shields aren’t your thing but you should be able to give me good support.”

“Of course, my Princess,” Trixie responded, drawing the Zodiac Sword from its extra dimensional pocket. ”Your Great and Powerful Knight stands ready to assist.”

“Where the hell did THAT come from?” Tempest asked, eyes bulging as she beheld the ensorceled blade that had been forged amongst the stars themselves. “And why didn’t you use it before?”

“Trixie did not need it,” the showmare replied simply, knowing that the explanation was all the more impressive for it.

From the gundeck below there was a shout catching everypony’s attention, and then, before anyone could ask what was going on there arose the unmistakable sound of singing, with Dashiel’s voice firmly in the lead…

Out of fear

You kept running.

Tried to hide away.

Can you hear

The fight is coming

Beckoning our fate

This is the day we stand up

This is the day we fight

We’ll take our place, we won’t give in.

Our victory’s in sight

Only one ship to our name,

As we enter Tirek’s den.

But we’re not waiting for the fight.

We’re bringing the fight to him!

As the ship picked up speed and steadied on course, the song repeated as more of the crew joined in, and then still more, until the entire crew was bellowing it at the top of their lungs. From the deep based notes of the yaks, through pony tenors, to the sibilant yowls of the abyssinians, the song became magic among those who had been drained of theirs. A power beyond what was normal, filling the crew of the SKV Scirocco with strength, confidence, and above all, purpose.

Tempest and Grubber both looked around in amazement at their impressed crew, most of whom had never been aboard an airship except as cargo, moved in their tasks like seasoned flyers.

“How?” Tempest asked, a world of meaning in the single word.

“I’m the Princess of Friendship,” Twilight explained, with a gentle smile of pride on her face, “and my friends carry with them the magic of friendship.”

The airship captain listened for another moment as the song repeated, looking around her as her crew, new and old, moved with a strength beyond anything the captain thought was possible. Tempest's eyes fell full on Twilight and in that moment Tempest knew why she had failed to break Twilight, why she had been wrong to even try.

“My Princess,” the airship commander said, her voice full of respect as the maimed unicorn went to one knee before Twilight, “You’re the only pony I’ll ever kneel to. The only pony worth kneeling to.”

“That means a lot, coming from you,” Twilight replied, resting a forehoof on Tempest’s shoulder, the smile on her face shifting to something impish as she added. “But as much as I like the look of you on your knees before me, we don’t have time for anything that fun. There’s a fight to win.”

Tempest’s blush made for a glorious contrast against her fur, and a riot of raw emotions flashed across the airship commander’s face, before settling into a quick smile.

“With your permission?” Tempest asked, filling Twilight with a burst of pleasure at the simple request.

“Granted,” Twilight responded, stepping back from the big unicorn mare.

“Okay, here’s the plan everyone!” Tempest shouted, getting to her hooves. “We’ll pass Tirek to port and fire a broadside at him from close range. Grubber, once we fire, I want a ninety degree turn to starboard to open the range back up. We’ll try to use the starboard guns while the port battery reloads. I need everypo— everyone doing their assigned jobs. Keep doing your job until or unless you hear otherwise. Got that?”

Everyone in range of hearing answered in the affirmative.

The minutes passed as the cloaked ship closed the distance on the monstrous centaur. Tirek had been utterly victorious in this Equestria, stealing the magic of nearly everypony in the land. Even with that total triumph, the centaur still wanted more, searching the land for any magic that had managed to escape him, and that insatiable hunger drew him to the few remaining sources of magic. Sources like Starlight Glimmer, Captain Tempest, and Twilight and her friends.

“Give me your magic!” roared the beast, and even though he was still over some distance off the strength of his anger shook the airship.

“He can feel us, but he can’t see us,” noted Tempest, before ordering. “Engines down to steerageway only. We’ll ghost in the rest of the way.”

The engines settled down to a quiet purr as the ship edged forward, most of the closing speed coming from the centaur now. Everyone waited tensely as the range ticked down. Voices grew still, few if any dared move, until the only sound was the whistle of the wind in the wires of the ship’s gasbag.

“Ms. Dashiel, prepare to fire as you bear,” Tempest whispered down a speaking tube Twilight hadn’t noted before. A couple of taps against the gundeck end of the tube formed the acknowledgement.

“Ready… any second now,” Tempest said, waiting for just the right moment. “NOW! FIRE NOW!”

Four cannons roared as one, launching iron balls that weighed more than a pony each at their target. Tempest wasn’t waiting to see the results of her initial strike though.

“Engines to full! Grubber, ninety degree turn to starboard, bring us down to 400,” Tempest commanded, as her ship cleared the cloud of smoke from its guns like a pegasus with its tail on fire.

The ship swung into the ordered turn, the hull leaning sharply and forcing everyone to brace themselves. Meanwhile, a booming cry of rage and pain sounded behind them.

“INSECTS! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

A shadow passed over the ship as an entire wooded hill hurtled past overhead, uncomfortably close to where the ship would have been had not Tempest ordered the drop in altitude.

“He’s hurt!” called a lookout.

“How bad?” Tempest shouted back.

“We hit him in the shoulder,” replied the pegasus, strapped into his position as without air magic his wings were all but useless. “It’s pretty messed up. Those cannonballs went in deep!”

“Grubber, bring us around for a pass to starboard this time!” Tempest ordered. “Ms. Dashiel, good shooting. Stand by on the starboard cannons.”

“Aye Aye,” came Dashiel’s voice, tinny through the speaking tube.

Fully under power this time, the Scirocco roared in for another strike, delivering a second full broadside. A spear of destruction lanced out in a return volley from the centaur, and this time Tirek’s aid was true, striking his attackers full on with a strength that should have spelled the airship’s doom.

A doom that would have been realized, were it not for a lavender plane of force that deflected the blast at the last second.

“Good work, Princess!” Tempest shouted, smiling savagely as she noted the ruin of what had been Tirek’s left arm. The limb dangled useless from a broken shoulder, blood running down it from holes the size of wagons.

“It’s working!” Trixie called out, from her station near the ship’s prow, her latex suit aglow with her magic.

“Grubber, let’s do that again,” Tempest ordered, and the hedgehog quickly threw the ship into another turn to give Dashiel’s gun crews time to reload.

The battle began to follow a pattern. The Scirocco would nip in, sometimes under power, sometimes not, fire a broadside and then power away to get clear of Tirek’s attempts at retaliation and reload before coming in again. Tirek was not a dumb brute, despite his massive size, and realized that his attackers meant business almost immediately.

Recognizing Tempest’s lethal intent, he did his best to anticipate where the Scirocco was, hurling massive objects or launching blasts of destructive magic at the cloud of smoke the airship created outside of Starlight’s cloaking spell every time the cannons were fired. Most of the blasts either missed or were intercepted by Twilight’s shields, with Trixie doing her best to stop minor thrown rocks.

Minor rocks in this case being the size of mature apple trees.

After a dozen passes Tirek was bloody from crown to croup, with wounds scattered across his body. His left arm was useless, and his right rear leg dragged behind him, but for all that, the centaur was still filled with a monstrous vitality and on the last pass Twilight could see that the damage from their first shots was already scabbing over and starting to heal.

“Tempest, we’ve got to finish this,” Twilight stated, grabbing onto a railing as the ship bent into a spiralling climb.

“I know, but we might have to break off. Tirek’s gotten smart,” Tempest replied.

“What’s wrong?” Twilight asked, moving closer with extreme care.

“He’s moved into a deep valley,” Tempest explained, and with the deck at the angle it was, Twilight could see the unicorn captain was right. “We can only come at him from directly in front, or behind, and if we fire from either of those positions we won’t be able to dodge his return fire without slamming into the mountains that form the valley walls.”

Twilight worked the problem in her head for a few seconds. She wasn’t the battle tactician her brother was, but she knew science and physics on an almost instinctive level, and the solution came to her quickly.

“Quick, take the ship up to 2000 lengths. Once we get up that high, all we need to do is drop the cannonballs onto him,” Twilight said. “Gravity will do the rest.”

Tempest’s eyes went wide in realization. The solution should have been obvious to her, an airship captain, but the mare in front of her had demonstrated yet again just how good she was.

“Grubber, you heard her,” Tempest ordered. “Get us over him at 2000.”

“You got it!” Grubber replied, working the controls.

“I owe you Princess,” commented Tempest. “This works and I’ll owe you everything.”

“Just remember that when I put my collar on you,” Twilight tossed back, a teasing smile on her muzzle.

“I… You… I mean,” Tempest stuttered, flustered for a moment. She was the one in charge. She was the one who put collars on ponies. So why did the thought of wearing the collar of this interloper princess make her heart float and her tail want to flag.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘Mistress’,” whispered Twilight, walking away to head below decks to the magazine in order to help uncrate more cannonballs and leaving a flustered former slaver in her wake.

It took the ship two minutes to move into position, during which time Tirek huddled down in his makeshift bunker, firing occasional blasts of magic down into both of the valley entrances, convinced that an attack would come from either of those directions. He even used his good arm to hurl scything arcs of boulders and stones out over each of the valley walls, in case Tempest was planning on attempting to angle her ship and fire downward over the mountains.

“Okay, that should be enough,” Twilight said, as the last of thirty cannonballs began to make their way down to the ship’s belly hatch. A hatch that was about to serve as a bomb bay for what would hopefully be a final conclusive strike.

“Get ready, we’re almost in position,” Tempest could be heard calling out, from her position on the command deck. “Ms. Dashiel, you have the best eye. Drop when you think is best.”

“We better get going,” Twilight commented, to the ponies around her, a sudden chill coming over her as she noted that all of them wore the Equality mark on their flanks. “Uh, is something wrong?”

A stunning blow struck the back of Twilight’s head, knocking her to the deck. As Twilight’s head spun she could dimly feel something being pulled over her head, followed by the hard clasp of steel shackles around her front and rear fetlocks. The chill of cold metal cleared her mental cobwebs and Twilight realized that the ponies around her had both hobbled and bridled her.

“What are you—glrk,” Twilight gasped, as a snake of pressure wrapped around her throat and pulled tight, cutting off her wind.

“I told you I was going to kill you,” Starlight Glimmer’s voice hissed in her ear. “And just like you, I have ponies willing to help me.”

The alicorn struggled, but the shackles holding her legs in place held firm, and the bridle that Starlight’s followers had pulled onto her head cut off her magic. Twilight was helpless, and Starlight knew it.

“I could have killed you at any point,” Starlight said conversationally, drawing the rope she had wrapped around Twilight’s throat even tighter, while her followers left the compartment, their part complete. The mare sat astride Twilight, pinning the alicorn’s wings down with her legs. “But this way you’ll look like just a casualty of the battle.”

Twilight tried to buck the murderous mare off her back, but all that it made Starlight to do was haul back even harder on the ends of the rope, as if they were the ends of a perverse pair of reins, causing Twilight to sink to her knees.

“Just give in,” crooned Starlight. “Let it all fade to black.”

At that moment, the ship lurched upwards as Dashiel opened up the ship’s belly hatch making the vessel grew light by several tons as the cannonballs were released. The sudden motion caused Starlight to momentarily lose her grip on the strangling rope, allowing Twilight to gulp in a precious lungful of air. A split second later everyone felt a “pop” as the cloaking spell over the Scirocco evaporated.

“Can’t that bitch of a mare keep even one spell running?” Starlight cursed, cinching the coils around Twilight’s throat tight again. “Well, I’ll deal with her as soon as I’ve taken care of you.”

“Gghk,” gasped Twilight, vision darkening. Dashiel had been right. This was personal for Starlight and she’d planned her ambush well. Chained and bridled, Twilight realized she was done—

“THERE YOU ARE!” Tirek roared in triumph, as he spotted the now decloaked airship, directing a mighty blast of magic at his tormentor. The ravenous beam flew upwards, punching cleanly through the open belly of the ship and through every single deck, where it continued up and through a portion of the ship’s gasbag.

At nearly the same moment, the pressure against Twilight’s throat suddenly fell away. Lurching forward in desperation, Twilight drew in a mighty lungful of air, turning as best she could to try to defend herself from Starlight Glimmer. Only to discover that it wasn’t necessary anymore.

Starlight stood behind her, balanced on both her rear legs and staring at a length of glowing black steel that was emerging from her chest. The mare tried to say something, her face still twisted in hatred, but Starlight Glimmer was dead on her hooves. The Zodiac Sword withdrew with a slithering sound and as the unicorn collapsed to the deck her falling body revealed the form of Trixie, her face set in grim triumph.

“And that is how the Great and Powerful Trixie gives a great and powerful ‘Fuck You’,” Trixie commented, taking a moment to clean the gifted blade. “Trixie is sorry she didn’t see what was happening earlier, give her a moment and she will have you free.”

“ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!” roared up from below, as the released cannonballs finally landed on their target.

“Sounds like we got him,” Trixie said with a smile, as she and Twilight ran back up to the command area of the ship, but Twilight could see how brittle the smile was as they saw sunlight coming up from below

“How badly are we hurt, Grubber?” Tempest demanded, as the pair of mages climbed up the last stairway to the main deck.

“He got us,” Grubber replied. “I might be able to soft land us, but one way or the other we’re going down.”

“Did we get him?” Tempest yelled down the speaking tube to the hold.

“He’s hurt bad, but it wasn’t quite enough,” Dashiel responded, and Twilight felt relief in hearing the pegasus’ voice as her and Trixie staggered up to Tempest.

“That’s it then,” Tempest said, with finality before bellowing out, “ALL CREW, ABANDON SHIP!”

The various crew scattered, many grabbing up strange packs and strapping them on before jumping over the sides. Most of the Starlight’s followers however, ran around in a panic, not having been trained in how to bail out of a falling airship.

“What happened?” Tempest asked, taking in Twilight's dishevelled appearance.

“Starlight tried to kill me,” Twilight replied, succinctly. “I think she had a unicorn who could cast still and used them to try to run her cloaking spell, but they either weren’t as strong as Starlight or as experienced, and when we dropped the balls—”

“The extra lift we got when we dropped all that weight made them lose control of the spell,” Tempest finished, her eyes tracking to the blood spatter on both Twilight and Trixie’s coats from the moment Trixie had ended the threat to her princess.

“Right, anyway we’re done for,” Tempest said, bracing herself as the deck lurched to one side. “Can you get everyone to safety for me?”

“Yes,” Twilight answered, sensing what Tempest had planned. “What about you?”

“A captain goes down with their ship,” Tempest replied, and Twilight realized what the former enemy of Equestria was planning to do. “You said it yourself. If we don’t get Tirek, he’s just going to lick his wounds until he’s healed and do it all over again. Somepony has to stop him, and I made sure the armor on the bowsprit wasn’t removed. Just in case.”

“I can get you off too,” Twilight asked, tears coming to her eyes. “We can find another way.”

“Not without putting more ponies at risk. Not without putting you at risk. Get my crew down safely, and I’ll make sure Tirek won’t be a threat to anyone ever again,” Tempest responded, and Twilight could see the big mare’s mind was made up. “For what it’s worth, I think I would have liked wearing your collar. I’ve never been able to trust anyone or anypony in this world, but I think I could have trusted you with that.”

“I’ll— I’ll hold you to that. Something in a forest green, maybe. I’ll have to ask Rarity,” Twilight said, putting on the brave face she knew her Tempest needed to see just then. “Good luck, Captain Tempest.”

“You too. Goodbye Grubber, I’ve got the wheel now,” Tempest ordered, nudging aside the hedgehog, who was openly weeping now. “Stay safe.”

The ship lurched again as Tirek sent a weak blast into the ship’s side, carving a large chunk out of the hull.

“Time to go,” Twilight noted, and using her wings took to the air, while simultaneously reaching out with her magic to pull every creature out of the doomed vessel and towards her in a bubble of magic. Only Twilight’s dual nature as both an alicorn and the Element of Magic allowed her to pull off the feat as she and some fifty others gently drifted downwards.

Together, they watched the Scirocco as Tempest slammed the ship’s remaining engine to full power, diving on the grievously wounded centaur like an avenging eagle. Desperate, but lower powered blasts of magic lanced upwards, striking the ship as Tirek either realized Tempest’s intent, or thought she was coming down to finish. Both of which were true.

Down the ship flew, smoke and flames streaming from the rents in the ship’s hull, even the gasbag was aflame now, threatening to detonate at any second. The ship came screaming out of the sky, apparently falling short to Tirek’s clear relief, but at the last second Tempest levelled out the Scirocco. Tirek’s face had a moment to change to shocked surprise as vertical momentum shifted to horizontal and Tempest Shadow drove home her ship’s armoured bowsprit like a massive lance into the monstrous chest before her.

For an eternity they just hung there like that. Tirek in shocked surprise, his chest run through much like Starlight’s had been a little earlier, the Scirocco suspended from him by its prow. A breath later there was a massive explosion as the ship’s magazine and gasbag detonated almost in the same instant, erasing both Tirek and the SKV Scirocco from existence.

Music plays a big part in my writing. Many times a chapter or an entire story will be inspired by something I've run across. This was one of those times. Though initially Sabaton's "Night Witches" (Unlikely hero in the sky!) was my inspiration, this one just felt more like ponies taking their destinies back from the one who took them away.

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