Isaac and the other two crusaders finally took in a fresh breath of air, even if all the air on the station had a slight copper taste to it from the blood pooling on the floors.

Isaac immediately tried to contact Ellie.

"Ellie, I'm back inside. Where are you? Where's Stross?"

"I'm safe for now, but he's lost it. I think he's coming for you. I've found something you’re gonna’ want to see. Here's my location. Hurry and get here, I'm in no shape to be fighting."

"I'll get there as soon as I can. Stay safe."

He got on the lift followed by the two small crusaders and started up.

The new cave had only two walkways. The one below had two Lurker's scurrying back and forth. The one Isaac and the other were on had a blackened Slasher, who took immediate, notice of them.

"Ah've got this one." Applebloom said running at it.

It tried to swipe at her, but she jumped and shot one of its arms off. She aimed the blade at its head and shot forward with it. The Slasher was pinned to the back wall, blood dripping off of its one blade and feet.

"Good job, I think that's atleast fifty meters." Isaac nodded.

As they were about to turn the first corner, a Puker came out from the vent and nearly hit Isaac in the process.

"Not this time!" Isaac yelled grabbing it but a leg and the shoulder before tossing it over the rail into the darkness below. "Try and throw up on me now! You putrid mother fucker!"

"Isaac, don't count your chickens before they hatch." Applebloom said firing off her Plasma cutter.

He turned and saw two more of the Slashers running at them, blades slicing through the air fiercely.

He raised his Line gun and shot, severing the leader’s arms. Scootaloo grabbed the blades and lifted it up by the chest; she pulled the blades apart and tore the Slasher in half, the upper part still screeching in rage as it fell.

"We've got some more. Let's move!" Isaac said rushing to the door ahead, all of them firing at the Slasher's approaching.

With a last shot the door closed.

There were three sets of mining lasers blocking the way to the door on the left; the one on the right only had chewed bodies lying at the entrance.

Isaac went over and picked up a helmet, noticing a small card fell out he dropped the helmet and picked that up instead.

"George Lazoski." Isaac said looking back at the bodies. "I wonder which one of them is him, or was him for that matter?"

"Hey Isaac, I don't think you should be reading those." Applebloom said holding a card, a small frown on her face.

"Why? Hey, who's card are you reading?" He went to grab it only for her to pull away. "Alright, who is it?"

"I-Is Clarke your last name?" She asked barely above a whisper.

"Y-Yes... Why? Applebloom you’re starting to freak me out." He said uneasily.

Her helmet unfolded, her bottom lip was trembling, and her eyes were watery. She sniffed once before jumping into his arms.

"Ah'm so sorry... Ah really am." She cried.

"What? Who was it?"

He cradled her and bent down to pick up the card. When he did, it fell loosely from his hand.

"He's... one of the bodies is... Poul Clarke." He let his helmet unfold. His eyes were wide while his jaw hung loosely. "Dad..."

"One of them, is your father...?" Scootaloo asked stepping back from them. "That's... horrible." She shook her head in dis-belief. "I hope it was atleast painless."

"Dammit!" Isaac yelled, angry tears forming in his eyes. "Just... dammit." He cried silently into Applebloom's mane.

"Ah'm so sorry, Isaac." Applebloom repeated. "Ah know the feeling."

"Really?" He asked. "How'd they go?"

"Saving me, ma'h sister and ma'h brother. There was a big storm... and the windmill fell." She winced. "Applejack says ah was too young to remember... but I remember it all. Every last thing." She seemed to cry even harder as he rubbed her back.

"I'm happy your parent's had some sense." Isaac sighed. "My mom, Octavia Clarke, at one time joined Unitology and spent my entire education funds on that damn religion. I never really knew my dad; he left a while after I was born. Although once in a while he'd send me a postcard through my RIG." He looked back at the card. "But damn. No one deserves this."

"Except for Tiedmann." Scootaloo said. "He's the one who caused this! All the Necromorph's, the Marker and all the innocent people here that died!" Her voice became extremely low. "Let's see how he likes spending an eternity in Tartarus!"

She tore the door off from behind Isaac and sent it through the lasers and door. She stormed out followed by the other two, Isaac still carrying Applebloom.

The hall only had a metal floor and some fence lining the walls. The walls and ceiling were nothing but rock, aside from the occasional wire or pipe, it was all rock.

She continued on, her coat a milky white, her legs lengthened, and where her eyes should be resided a swirling mass of black.

She saw a Cyst above and crushed it with one of the armored tentacles as her wings disappeared. The second and third ahead were burnt to cinders as she walked past.

She stopped and looked at the control panel, calmed down and began to work. Applebloom had calmed down and was put down.

He stood, back against the door as she worked.

When she got the second one, the door opened and Stross grabbed Isaac.

"There you are!" Stross yelled.

"Whoa! Stross what are you doing!?"

"You have to face her for me!" He yelled hitting Isaac in the faceplate with the screwdriver making it unfold. "Tell her I didn't mean to do it!" Stross said.

"Isaac!" Applebloom yelled. She ran forward and barreled into Stross.

He doubled over and fell to his knees. He reached for the screwdriver, but Scootaloo had already gotten it. She threw it to Isaac who shoved it in Stross's ear.

"Why did you do it Stross!?" Isaac yelled.

Stross had already died and sat there on his knees, dead. Isaac gave a grunt before arching his arm back and swinging. He took of Stross's head in a spray of blood before kicking over the body.

"Come on, we still need to get back to Sweetiebelle." He said going past Stross.

"Ah'm kind of gonna' miss him." Applebloom muttered. "Even if he was crazy..."

"I knew there was something off about him when I saw him on the tram." Scootaloo said as they walked.

The cave they entered was the one from before, with Sweetiebelle looking at them from below, Isaac already on the lift. They quickly got on and made their way to the over-sized unicorn, who merely looked as sheepish as possible.

"Hey Sweetiebelle!" Applebloom greeted hugging one of her claws.

Sweetiebelle nuzzled her in response.

"So, now what do we do?" Scootaloo asked as she crawled up. "And done." Scootaloo's eyes went white.

"I'm a little stuck..." Sweetiebelle said. "I'm a little too big."

Isaac and the other two crusaders leaned to the side and saw Sweetiebelle's flank was stuck in one of her tunnel entrances.

Isaac started to make choking noises before going onto the floor in full blown laughter.

"Ha! Now you can't call me over weight!" He laughed.

"I still can, considering this isn't really me. This is only the corpses of the Necromorph's I've killed. So you’re still the overweight one in the group."

He stopped and glared. He finally half sighed half grunted before sitting down.

"So, how do we get ya unstuck?" Applebloom mused. "Something slippery?"

"I don't think there's any butter here." Isaac said. "And oil is to flammable, one of the rocks could fall, cause a spark and her goose would be cooked." Isaac said.

"What about this?" Scootaloo asked holding up a large jug.

Isaac took it and nodded.

"I didn't even know headlight fluid existed. We’ll, it's worth a try." He climbed up and unscrewed the cap before dumping it around the ring of the tunnel.

"That's freezing!" Sweetiebelle said as she tore out from her bindings, leaving Isaac on the ground covered in rocks and to add insult to injury, the headlight fluid fell on his head and the rest poured out. "Sorry Isaac." She said.

"This never leaves this cave." Isaac said glaring at them. "Not a single word is to see the light of day."

"We Pinkie promise." They all said in unison.

"Good, now to figure out this." He motioned at Sweetiebelle. "How to turn you back into our cuddly little fluff ball...?"

"I'm onboard for the onion idea." Scootaloo raised her hoof.

Sweetiebelle gave a low growl in response making one hoof instantly fall to the ground.

"Maybe not an onion, but what if she is layered?" Isaac said. Sweetie glared at him. "I'm not saying we're going to get a potato peeler and start cutting away layers. What if you can discharge the corpses you absorbed?"

"Like... let them fall off?" Sweetiebelle cocked her head to the side.

"Yeah. What if you’re like a sub sinker. A sandwich, and all you need to do is take off the layers so it will get smaller."

"But how? I can't even control absorbing them." She lowered her head. "What if I'm stuck like this?"

"There's only one way to find out. Try and see if you can."

"But how?" She stomped a hoof.

"Try thinking of getting smaller." Applebloom said.

"Alright... here goes nothing."

She shut her eyes in concentration, at first nothing happened but slowly her skin started to bubble. It turned reddish before the hair started to fall off, and then the skin, the muscle after and lastly the bone. It kept falling and falling, sliding over other pieces as it went leaving a bloody pool of fluids.

"Uh, Sweetiebelle...?" Scootaloo called out. "Are you in there?"

The pile started to move and suddenly a small furry head popped out, grinning brightly. Sweetiebelle, small and fluffy again, crawled out and shook the blood off her coat.

"I'm back to my small self again!" She said as her friend’s went up to hug her. "Did I miss anything?"

"Applebloom has something to tell you!" Scootaloo said.

"Reallly? What is it?" Sweetiebelle said intrigued by her friend’s attitude on the subject.

"Ah got ma'h cutie mark!" Applebloom said merrily.

"Wow! No way!" Sweetiebelle said smiling brightly. "That's great! What is it?"

"Look," Applelboom slipped out of her Rig with some difficulty but when she did, Sweetiebelle's eyes widened in delight. "It’s me on a dead Tripod, holdin' ma'h Plasma cutter and Pulse rifle."

"That's awesome! I wish I had mine though..." She looked back at her own blank flank.

"Hey," Isaac said. "They found theirs here in my world. So, it would only make sense if you did too, right?"

"Your right, maybe I just haven't found mine yet!" She smiled at him before looking around. "Where's my suit anyway?" She frowned.

"Right here." Applebloom said taking out the suit.

"Thanks." Sweetiebelle said slipping it back on. "Now who's ready to go get Tiedmann?"

"Oh I am going to fuck his shit up for what he's done." Isaac said cracking his knuckles. "Shit will be fucked up."

"And then I get my turn?" Sweetiebelle asked innocently. "I did die because of him."

"Yeah, you get a turn after I break a few bones." Isaac growled. "And then he's all yours."

Sweetiebelle took out her Seeker rifle, reloaded it and folded her helmet up.

"Come on, this way." Isaac said following the fading line.

They all went to the door in the back. They went in and saw only crates, a few Plasma and Pulse rifle rounds in the smaller boxes. Occasionally a burst of stem frightened one of them, Isaac was unfortunately, the one the thing to latch on when the crusaders jumped.

They all jumped when Nicole started to speak after so long.

"It was a shame what happened to Stross. That's what happens when you try and fight it."

"Shut up!" Isaac yelled. "Just shut up! The Marker... it was you... you made him do it! You made me kill him, didn't you?"

"How is it you still haven't come to terms with who I am? Who am I, Isaac? I will only ask you one more time before the end. Be ready."

She stopped and the Crusaders looked at him warily.

"She doesn't have the balls to do anything. Don't worry." He rolled his shoulders.

"Well duh, she is female right?" Sweetiebelle said. She stopped and looked back at him. "Nicole is female, right?"

"Alright now that's just wrong. I do not swing that way. Wait... why are we even having this conversation!?" Isaac said. "We can continue when you’re older."

"So is-"

"When you’re older!" He threw his arms into the air.

She rolled her eyes as they opened the next door.

Only to see a blackened Slasher climb up to them.

Applebloom ran up to it, turned around and bucked. It lost its grip and went falling down to the dark depths of the chasm below.

Isaac pushed a small green button on the console next to them and in seconds a large lift was brought down.

"All aboard." Isaac called out as he stood in the middle.

The crusaders got on and watched as it started moving up, occasionally knocking some rocks loose. All of their attention was directed in a moment when a Necromorph fell onto the lift.

Isaac swung and managed to hit it across the face. It tried to slash him, but soon found its arms removed by Scootaloo.

Two Necromorph's jumped down and landed on the lift. Applebloom and Sweetiebelle shot them to bits before they could even stand.

The lift stopped, the lights turned off and Tiedmann's voice came on.

"It seems you and your apprentices have become a larger nuisance than I had originally thought. So enjoy your stay in the Titan mines, because it will also serve as your tomb as the Necromorph's tear you and company, to pieces as I watch from a security camera above you. Goodbye Clarke, and good riddance."

"That sneaky son of a bitch..." Isaac muttered as he heard numerous Necromorph's. "Oh you have got to be shitting me..."

"Hang on! I might be able to start the lift again!" scootaloo said as she hurried to the panel.

Only to see a Slasher land on it and break it.

"Maybe not..." She turned back to the others. "Anypony else have any ideas?" She shot two more Necromorph's off with her Force gun. "Anypony!?"

'Maybe we don't need the lift...' Sweetiebelle thought. 'If I can lose mass, maybe I can also make it.'

She silently slipped out of her suit and went over to the rail. She took one last look at the others and jumped.

"How's it going!?" Isaac called out.

"Were doin' just peachy!" Applebloom yelled as she set off a mine. "Just peachy!"

"How about you Sweetiebelle!?" He yelled ducking as a blade went over his head. "Sweetiebelle?" He dispatched the Slasher and looked at where she once was. "Guys! Sweetiebelle’s missing!"

Both of her friends took one glance at the empty suit and quickly made their way over.

"Did the necro's get her!?" Scootaloo yelled over the noise.

"No! Her suit would have been shredded!" Isaac yelled out.

Just as another set of Necromorph's came down, a Drag Tentacle came up, grabbed them and dragged them down to the darkness below.

Isaac and the others sat there, watching the two appendages, but only to see them retract.

In moment's all the Necromorph's that were making noise, were silent. And that silence was broken when Sweetiebelle head came through the rock in front of her friends.

"Sweetiebelle!" they all yelled.

She nodded once as the upper half of her came through.

"Sweetiebelle... you do know were limited on space, right?" Isaac asked.

She nodded and looked up.

"Unless you can get us up, it would be helpful if you changed back."

She nodded and grabbed Scootaloo with one of her own Drag Tentacles. She set her down on her back and let her make the connection.

Once done, Sweetiebelle started to speak.

"I may know how to get up. But you’re not going to like it..." She said looking at the floor.

"Personally," He said killing one of the first necromorph's to jump. "Anything is better than this."

She opened her mouth and pointed inward.

They all just stood there, wide eyed.

"Ya wan't us to go down your gullet!?" Applebloom yelled. "Ew..." She shivered.

"It's this or dying. Your choice. And I would hurry, the Necromorph’s are getting rowdy." She said flatly.

Isaac looked up and saw numerous Necromorph's begin to peer over the edge.

"Alright, open wide."

She opened her mouth again and slowly but quickly, all three of them went inside. And unfortunately, had to go down her throat.

Sweetiebelle swallowed with an audible belch afterwards. She hooked onto the other end of the platform and pulled the rest of herself out.

She could barely fit in the mine shaft, but she could fit atleast.

She retracted her Slasher blades, her Drag Tentacles and Lurker tendril collard as she began to climb. Rock and metal fell as she tore through it like wet tissue paper.

As she went the shaft got wider and permitted more room, unfortunately, the Necromorph's also saw this and started to jump on her.

She grunted in irritation as she felt them crawl around on her. When one of them started to hack at her eye, she lost her grip and fell momentarily before catching herself. She started to brush up against the rock walls, crushing and scrapping the Necromorph's off.

When she finally made it to the top, she hung onto the wall and brought out her drag Tentacles again. She gripped the metal supports and started to pull, with little effort they gave out and the tunnel below collapsed.

As the dust cloud rose, she emptied her stomach contents onto the docking area.

Isaac, Applebloom and Scootaloo all went sliding against the door when they landed.

Isaac quickly stood up and wiped the gunk off, while Applebloom cleaned off her helmet before taking in multiple deep breaths. Scootaloo just used her own magic to clean herself and finally her friends.

Sweetiebelle was sitting on the collapsed top; let herself fall to a large pile, came out, shook off and hopped over to her friends.

"You’re lucky I grabbed your suit." Isaac said handing her the RIG. "Let's never do that again. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Aplpebloom said. "Ew... now ah smell like Isaac."

"Aplpebloom, if I hear one more remark like that, you'll be spending the rest of this outbreak hanging by your tail."

She waved him off before going up to the door. She looked back to see Isaac, walk over. Sweetiebelle and Scootaloo already ready.

He walked up and opened the door.