I simply relayed into Queen Najam Alsahra's throne room, I had gotten permission prior to do this in the event I needed to speak to the Queen, so a section had been set aside for me to relay to anytime I needed. Queen Najam Alsahra looked rather surprised at first, seeing me, and Moon side by side, however after seeing the face Moon was making she raised an eyebrow. "I assume you wish to speak somewhere more.....private?" Moon only nodded, while I did the same, as such we went to the same room we had when making our deal.

I sat down, as did Moon next to me, wrapping her right wing around me, fluffy, and I spoke. "I have a serious issue with the way males are treated here, I didn't find out until now due to the fact the only time I came here, was to speak with you, once, I decided to visit here with Moon, and there was a little 'incident' at one of the outdoor eateries, where a mare came up, and offered, to PURCHASE ME, and then went on to explain, that stallions are pretty much slaves in all but name here, I want that to change."

Moon nodded, her mane flowing about, looking like a galaxy held within in turmoil as they spun slowly and waved with her mane's natural movements. "I agree with Lorenzo, the way males are treated here makes me absolutely sick."

Queen Najam Alsahra sighed, and facepalmed. "It has been our tradition for thousands of years, stallions deserve no rights, their place is either in the fields, or in the home caring for foals and cleaning and attending to their mares wants and needs, I will not simply change because you, and other kingdoms demand stallions be mares equals, it isn't going to happen, Equestria, the Minotaur Kingdom, even the Griffon Empire are demanding the same thing, and I will tell you the same thing I told them, no."

I grinned, I had already thought of her saying such a thing, so I prepared several options. "Alright, if thats how you want to play this little game, I give you two options, you can let the stallions who want a better life, come back with me to my Empire to live as they desire, or, I can begin the mass exporting of coffee, which I know makes up about 85% of this kingdoms income, without your coffee crop, you'd go bankrupt, I can afford to just give away 5 pound bags of coffee for 2 bits a bag, you can not, your coffee is already expensive as hell to begin with, once other kingdoms and empires see the prices at which I am willing to sell high quality coffee, they'll never go back to you for it."

Moon's eyes lit up as she realized my plan, and she grinned as well, her fangs shining slightly in the light of the overhead ceiling lamp. While Queen Najam Alsahra's face soured at that, it looked like someone had jammed a whole peeled lemon into her mouth and forced her to chew. "That would mean war!"

Rolling my eyes, I continued. "You damn well know that I sent you footage from the military show held awhile ago, and you know my Empire is the most technologically advanced, do you honestly think your bolt actions, water cooled machine guns, and even more primitive artillery will be something I can't have dealt with from orbit? You know war would mean your economy would be ruined, your military would be decimated, your Kingdom, in utter ruin, why do you suggest war for something so simple? Give stallions a choice for once? Really? You want to declare war over that? Even I'm not that petty, I just wish to give those who seek a better life, a better damned life, so how about you stop acting like a toddler and grow the fuck up and act like a decent ruler?"

Queen Najam Alsahra's eyes narrowed almost to slits as she hissed out. "Fine. You have one day, after that, you are to never show your face in my Kingdom again."

Moon nodded, as did I. "Works for me." And it truly did, I didn't care if I could come back to this place again. It took two hours after calling in civilian grade transport craft, to get about several thousand stallions out of this nightmare of a kingdom, some brought mares who agreed stallions should get the same rights, very few did however, some tried to fight this, but they simply got tasered, these males would get a choice, and they damn well fucking took it, a decent chunk of the male population, 5,678 stallions left and already had begun the process needed to become a citizen of my Empire, an Empire they'd have rights, some of them had been in a sad state, beaten for not following orders, others had been simply abused in horrific ways for refusing to follow the unjust laws set against them just because they had a cock between their legs. Moon was happy to escort these stallions to the Citizen Sign Up building, while I blacklisted this kingdom from the Empires automated trade system.

The Automated Trade System, was a set of automatic antigravity craft which would haul goods between other kingdoms and empires that I allowed trade with, before this little problem popped up, Saddle Arabia had been receiving fine gems, Nuka Cola, wines, cheeses, and other food items, well I wouldn't allow trade with a ruler who let her citizens abuse others.

Within 9 hours the stallions, and few mares, who left for a better life, had finally been granted full citizenship, Charge Cards, ID cards, and the likes, it was about, 8 pm at this point, so I plopped onto my throne while Moon went to take a shower with Rainshine and talk about what happened, and I pulled an item from my inventory, a yellow paper with I.O.U written on it, Discord, the anthro one, had given me this after my rampage at Canterlot, saving Luna, which he turned out to be dating, don't remember if I mentioned that or not, he gave me a paper with an I.O.U good for one favor, anything within his chaotic power, which was quite a lot. As instructed, I ripped the paper in half causing it go glow colors I couldn't even begin to describe, and Discord popped into existence where the paper had once been. I gave him a serious look, as what I was going to ask, was absolutely no joke, and given a few weeks to a few months of studying it, would revolutionize how certain things got produced. Discord looked down at me, as he was floating as normal. "I see you've finally called in your I owe you, so what do ya want Lorenzo old pal?" Discord said with a grin and a yellow glint in his eyes. My voice, normally overall, nice, was flat, and to the point. "Discord, I am calling on the favor you owe me for saving Princess Luna during my Canterlot Rampage, I'm sending you to collect a working Sierra Madre vending machine, and some of the chips that go with it." I handed him a photo I had gotten from the data slowly being released from the Human internet, things like Fallout and MLP related items, would not be released of course. "You are to bring me back a working, functional machine, along with a few blocks of Saturnite, its a space age metallic-ceramic alloy, I want no jokes, I want no pranks or bullshit of any kind, being me these items as requested, remember, you owe me."

Discord Nodded with his smile, a fucking world war two American GI uniform appearing on him in a flash “Yes-sir Mon General!” Before with a snap of his talons, he popped out of existence with a white flash.

Fallout Universe #eRrOR2131cLoUD, Year 2077.

With a pop and a shower of confetti Discord appeared over the Sierra Madre, he looked around and discovered he had overshot his destination in the timeline by a, quite a long fucking time, almost over one hundred and fifty seven years by his estimate!

Discord raised one of his eyebrows, which flew off before re appearing on his face. "Strange...but I can work with this, I think.." With a snap of his claws he turned himself invisible and floated down to the Sierra Madre proper and began to look around. With another click of his talons and a wave of rainbow colored magic, Discord hmm'd to himself. "Seems I'm the only living being within the Madre….well other than the rats….and the bugs. Uhg, disgusting."

As Discord looked around he noticed that the place is rather clean and the sky is rather blue for the supposed post nuclear universe. So he brought his talon up for for another snap and in mid air appears the date, August 21st 2077, It took Discord a few moments before he blinked, pulled out his eyeballs, polished them on his chest and stuck them back into his head before looking back at the date to confirm what he saw.

He was a full TWO MONTHS before the bombs dropped, he had also overshot the time period he wanted by two hundred and four years! With this thought in mind, Discord began looking around the Casino and the surrounding Villa, after a bit he sighed, other than fully stocked stores and some fancy ahem Gentlemen's clubs, there was a seeming lack of Vending machines to be had, He knew this would likely be the case.

Discord snapped his talons and an overstuffed chair appeared in the air to sit in, once he sat down he began to ponder the situation. He couldn’t go back without the Vending Machine as that would break his word and if there was one thing that he wouldn’t do it was break his word, but again there were none here that he could find…..well that’s not really true, there were likely some in the Casino itself. but again those were likely integrated into the Casino itself and to take one would be noticed this late into the Timeline, so that was a no go too.

Discord began to think, hard, the sounds of a steam engine chugging as steam blew from his ears as he thought, It’s not like he could….just….., and suddenly it came to him, he grinned, a chaotic grin with a glint in his eyes that held untold amounts of chaotic power. With that thought, a bright Light Bulb appeared over his head. Which he promptly pulled down and ate, savoring the crunch of the glass and thin metal like a fancy Canterlot noble might savor a glass of red wine, He could just copy the ENTIRE Casino AND Villa! Chaos knows he owed Lorenzo a veritable lifetime of favors for saving his Luna.

With a snap of his talons the chair exploded into a murder of crows and he started to ascend higher above the Madre, once he is high enough to see the entire compound he begins gathering Chaos magic into his right Talon. After a minute his Talon is glowing and giving off chocolate colored steam, he snaps it and the entire Madre and Villa glows and ascended into the air towards him with a ghostly translucent look. And once it reached him it began to shrink until it’s was the size of his paw, with a mouse like sound it solidified into a small copy of his target. And once more, he grinned, laughing at his brilliant idea.

With his work done and making sure the Vault lock down and Security Holograms where disabled or removed he floated back down to the streets. With one last look around, a click of his paw and a bit of graffiti was left behind saying 'Discord Wuz Here' he popped away with a white light and whoopee Cushion sound.

With a bright yellow and white flash, I damn near had a heart attack as Discord popped back into this reality, a grin on his face which made me wary. "Did you accomplish the task given to you Discord?"

Discord grinned wider. "Even better Lorenzo my old Chum! I accidentally overshot myself and ended up in what you'd call Pre-War, exactly August 21st 2077, I couldn't find a stationary vending machine to pluck, so I just made a copy of the ENTIRE casino! Don't worry, I took out the hologram security, the lock down system, and that big canister of red gas in the basement, I didn't copy the power source, too complicated, so instead I've hooked it into your Empires water and power supply, its just East of this main city, and there is an entire room with 25 pound bars of Saturnite, I've produced a map of the layout and everything for your convenience!" With a flourish like some king handing his most trusted weapon to a knight, he handed me a map, which did indeed show the plans and rooms of the casino. "Its a few miles East from here, to prevent civilians from just waltzing in, should give your scientists enough time to study the machines within, and with this, I bid you adu, arrivederci!" And without giving me a chance to respond, he was gone with a puff of cotton candy, which then grew wings and flew off like a damned bird.

I just sat on my throne for a few moments, before I sighed. "Alright....I can work with that....then after the technology is studied I'm sending my starships back into orbit." For now I had called all starships hauling in asteroids for metals and the like, to return for their monthly maintenance check, so they had been loaded into the underground hangar in the military section of my Empire for repairs, scans, and generally to see if anything needed to be replaced, fixed, or restocked, such as food. I had called them in two days ago, and the testing of the newer automated starships would have to wait for now.

----------------Edge Of Equis Solar System---------

Fleetlord Issit looked through the armorglass bridge of the Flagship 175th Emperor Reffet, viewing Epona-3 through an electronic microscope. "Such a shame a bright star like Epona hatched so chilly an egg, but it will serve the Empire well, don't you think so Shiplord Trid?" Issit turned an eyeturret to the Shiplord, a rank below him, Fleetlord, being in absolute command of the fleet, each ship had a Shiplord to command and carry out his orders.

Shiplord Trid waggled one eyeturret. "Yes Superior Sir, places around Epona-3's equator should serve us well, and by our current speed, it should take us about 15 hours to arrive at the planet, 20 if we slow down further than we already have."

Fleetlord Issit waggled an eyeturret in response. "Bring up the image of the Eponite warrior for us again."

Shiplord Trid waggled an eyeturret. "Yes Superior Sir." With a few clicks of his fingerclaws on the keys of the computer, a semi holographic image popped into the center of the Bridge, a stallion with gold armor, short sword, a wooden shield, another with wings on its back, and a crossbow within its grasp.

Fleetlord Issit looked to the assembled Shiplords. "This is the fiercest warrior produced by this Epona-3, its very recent as well, only two thousand years old, so very recent indeed."

One Shiplord spoke up. "I wonder how they will do against our automatic rifles and Killercraft to deal with the winged ones, and to take out ground targets, or our Landcruisers to smash their primitive stone walls into dust."

Fleetlord Issit waggled an eyeturret once again. "Indeed, this is a truth, these primitives are ill equipped to deal with anything of our technological might, so this Conquest should go smoothly, with few infantrymales lost." He was waggled both eyeturrets at the assembled Shiplords "Dismissed." Before not even five minutes later he was back in his Fleetlord Quarters, busy with the infinite boredom that accompanied command when his door buzzer hissed for his attention. Fleetlord Issit looked up from the computer screen in surprise, abit it was hard to see that since his species didn't have mobile faces, no one was scheduled to interrupt him at this time, and the Akun did not lightly break routine, an emergency in space was unlikely for most of the time, but who would dare disturb him for anything less? “Enter.” he growled, his snout changing to a bright orange to show his annoyance, not that anyone who did enter could see it, his body paint which noted his rank, being highly detailed and ornate, also covered the part of his snout which changed colors to show emotions, only the Fleetlord and Emperor had such bodypaint on their snouts to prevent others from reading their current emotions and taking advantage of them.

The junior officer who came into the Fleetlord's Quarters looked nervous, his tail twitched and his eyes swiveled quickly, this way and that, as if he were scanning the room for danger. “Exalted Fleetlord, kinsmale of the Emperor, as you know, we draw very near the Epona system,” he said, his voice hardly louder than a whisper.

Issit gave the junior officer a glare. “I had better know that.” Issit said with heavy sarcasm, was this male addled?

“Y-yes, Exalted Fleetlord.” The junior officer, almost on the point of bolting, his snout blue with fear, he visibly gathered himself before continuing, hoping to avoid the wrath of the Fleetlord. “Exalted Fleetlord, I am Subleader Drod, from the communications section, for the past few hours I have detected unusual radio transmissions coming from the system." He took a breath before continuing. "These appear to be artificial in nature, the signal frequency appear to be emanating from Epona-3.” Drod said quietly in an attempt to not anger the Fleetlord.

In fact, the fleetlord was too startled to be angry at the unscheduled interruption. “That is ridiculous.” Issit declared as if it was plain fact, to him it was plain fact. “How dare you presume to tell me that the primitive savages our probes photographed have moved in the historic swivel of an eye turret up to electronics when we required tens of millennia for the same advance?” He all but screeched, now that shock had worn off, anger welled within him that this junior officer had the nerve to pull a prank of this sort, moreso when the Conquest fleet was closing in on its intended target.

“Exalted Fleetlord, I presume nothing,” Drod quivered, his snout remaining blue to show his fear. “I merely report to you anomalous data which may be of import to our mission and therefore to the Akun.”

Issit facepalmed. “Get out, now.” Issit said, his voice flat and deadly dangerous. Drod fled, the fleetlord glared after him. The report was ridiculous, on the face of it. The Akun changed but slowly, in tiny sensible increments, though the Letera were conquered before they developed radio, they had had comparably long, comparably leisurely developments. Surely that was the norm among intelligent races. Issit spoke to his computer. "Bring up data on anomalous radio transmissions from Epona-3." The data the subleader had mentioned came up on his screen, Issit studied them, asked the machine for their implications. The implications were as Drod had said, all signs pointed that those were artificial radio signals coming from Epona-3. "Hmm..." He'd have to call another meeting with the Shiplords to converse about the best way to go about this Conquest, if the primitive Eponites knew how to produce radios and electronics, what else did they know?

Author's Notes:

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