Author's Notes:

As pointed out in the story description, this is a redo of the entire story. Put into smaller chapters. Proofread better than last time. And allows for more...personal time instead of all at once. Chapters will come out once a day as I need to work on the old chapters until caught to the next big set.

However, the original version will still be ongoing. It will still come out the larger chapters, but this one will be separated and be edited better as I don't have to scroll through the entire thing for proofreading.

So enjoy the better-named chapters and experience.

A/N: Welcome to…what are we doing?

Flair: A little side project.

Disclaimer: We don’t own anything we don’t own.

“Speaking”

‘Thoughts’

Space, cold, inhospitable, and the final frontier for pony kind. What lays out there beyond the stars? What mystery, what creatures, what discovering awa…

DINK

“Oh shut up.” A groggy voice says getting out of bed. Rolling out of bed onto the floor was a blue unicorn. The unicorn trots over to the bathroom before doing his annual routine. “Begin cleaning process.” A mechanical like voice says before the shower comes on. After a bit, the water ceased. “Beginning drying.” The voice says before a massive wind blew up from the floor, flinging the water off of him, but making him into a huge ball of fluff. “Note to self, reset that part.” The unicorn says using his magic to make his coat go back to normal.

He sighs and heads back out and looks around his messy room. “Also, clean.” He said before getting to the closet and throwing on a black shirt, pants, and a black overcoat. He then walked through the door and came to a cockpit and sat in the seat. “Minerva, bring up the news please.” He asks as he looks into space.

“Understood Blitzkrieg.” Minerva, the ship’s A.I., said.

After about an hour of surfing through the galactic news channels, something finally caught his attention. “The terrorists who bombed the peace summit on Pilularis 5 have finally been identified. Unfortunately, the galactic peacekeepers were unable to apprehend them as they fled into the Mapperuious system which is classed as an E underdeveloped planet and because of article…” Blitzkrieg turns off the T.V. and activates a console. “Minerva, find the bounties of these terrorists and criminals in the government jobs. While I look up the system in the star map.” Blitzkrieg says starting to search and read up on the system the news said the fled into.

As Minerva brought up each contract, Blitzkrieg read up on the system and the only habitable planet and its inhabitants. After finish reading, he took a deep breath in. “Look like I’m heading home. Minerva, get me Malgus on the line will you?” Blitzkrieg asks.

“Of course sir,” Minerva said before a dialing noise is heard.

Blitzkrieg waited till a picture came up of an alien that looks slightly avian with a set of mandibles around its mouth. “Hey Malgus, I need to stock up a bit,” Blitzkrieg says.

“Ah, Southern Cross, my favorite Equestrian.” Malgus greets.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re my favorite Turian as well,” Blitzkrieg says.

Malgus chuckles. “Anyway, what do you need now, a WMD?” He asks jokingly.

“No, to stock up. I have a few bounties to take.” Blitzkrieg says.

Malgus nods. “Who’s the lucky mare, as your kind likes to call it?”

“The terrorists who bombed the summit on Pilularis 5, I believe your species representative was injured badly from it,” Blitzkrieg says.

Malgus sighs. “Yeah, spirits help them. Well, what do you need?” He asks holding up a datapad.

“The usual and one good and reliable stealth generator compatible to a model E8-6G armor,” Blitzkrieg says.

Malgus nods. “Anything else?” He asks typing that in the data pad as a list shows up on Blitzkrieg’s screen.

“Actually triple the amount on the fourth item and that is I will need,” Blitzkrieg says.

Malgus nods and the list refreshes. “It that all? I know your style of at least trying out my new tech.”

“I have heard about an ‘Electric Whip’, can fry a droid in a few seconds. Know anything about that?” Blitzkrieg asks.

Malgus chuckles. “Actually it’s an electric bola and can be used like a whip provided you have the right equipment so you don’t get shocked. Want it and the equipment?” He asks holding a talon above his datapad.

“Yeah, send it as well. I’ll see what kind of trouble I can cause because of it.” Blitzkrieg says.

Malgus chuckles and presses a few things and makes some numbers appear. “Alright, just don’t use it badly, I don’t need a trace back to me or my reputation ruined.”

“Yeah, little luck of that they fled to a class E system, you know what that means,” Blitzkrieg says.

“Gotcha. I’ll be expecting you soon to pick this stuff personally.” Malgus says ending transmission.

“Minerva, plot course for Omega,” Blitzkrieg says and soon the ship enters hyperspace.