"Don't do it Sweetie."

"I'm thinking about it."

"Don't do it Sweetie."

"I'm still thinking about it."

"Stop thinking about it."

"I'm going to do it."

"Don't do it, it's not worth it." Babs said standing next to Sweetiebelle.

Sweetiebelle was stained, fully, a dark brown or black. Bit's of two hundred year old sewage clung to her coat, and she kept telling herself it was just foul smelling chocolate in her mane.

She was also looking over the edge of a filter, which consisted of many sharp branches, holes leading to another and so on, and a large heater that was boiling the water.

"I'm going to do it."

"It's not worth it. Were going to have to go up the pipes anyway."

Sweetiebelle's eyes darted nervously across the bubbling brown water, she gulped before backing away.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." She said, letting her head sink to the floor. "Babs, do me a favor once we get to the surface."

"Sure," Babs said. "What is it?"

"Find me a potato peeler, a knife, or let me borrow your plasma blade, I don't care which one it is. I'm getting my skin off if it's the last thing I do."

"Don't you know a spell to get rid of it?" Babs asked as they trotted to a large tanker. "I mean, if you work at some huge base, wouldn't you need something to get out stains?"

"The only stains there are the grease stains in the workshop, or the blood in the training hall."

"Blood?" Babs asked. "Why would there be blood?"

"We use Necromorph's for training." Sweetiebelle said casually.

"I thought you wanted to stop them?" Babs asked in partial shock.

"We do," Sweetiebelle shrugged. "But I supply the Necromorph's using shell's of my... Victims from on Titan Station. I can make them behave like actual Necromorph's or have them sit down to tea. I remember putting a Lurker on Scootaloo's face when she fell asleep."

"Really? What's a Lurker?"

"It's a baby that crawls along the walls and shoot's barbs from it's back. A real nasty piece of work." Sweetiebelle grunted as she crawled in. "That's how Applebloom got that scar on her eye."

"Jeez," Babs whistled. "With the way she fights, I didn't think anything could touch her."

"It only happens when somepony close to her is injured, she didn't have anypony with her at the time." Sweetiebelle explained. "Alright, fire it up!"

One of the creatures made a guttural grunt and turned a switch from across the room.

The muck around their hooves began to swirl and move towards the middle. Sweetiebelle gulped and closed her eyes.

"Babs," she said. "Could you hold me?"

"Sure, come here." Babs said wrapping the stained filly in a hug.

They were lifted up into the air slightly, and slowly they began to move upwards. Sweetiebelle hung on tighter as they entered the pipe.

In an instant, they were surrounded by more of the sewage as it drained from the other pipes.

Thirteen floors up.

"Holy shit..." Isaac heaved as the last Slasher was killed. "Come up behind us while were opening a door!" He kicked the body making it roll over. "Bastard Slasher!" He kicked it two more times before sitting against a wall.

"You need a breather Isaac?" Scootaloo asked sitting next to him.

"Yeah, those things gave me a heart attack." He laughed. "Hey look, Applebloom's up. Morning loopy."

"Ah'm not loopy..." Applebloom said. "Ah'm just... Dehydrated." She pointed a hoof at him. "Ah'm not loopy... Just... Fruity."

"Hey Applebloom," Isaac chuckled. "How adorable are you when you barely have any blood?"

"Ah... Ah don't know." She smiled lazily as her helmet folded up. "Turn on a light... It's makin' ma'h allergies act up with all this... Non-light."

"Applebloom," Scootaloo snickered. "You don't have any allergies."

A look of shock came onto Applebloom's face as her mouth dropped.

"Scoot's, when did ya get here?" She asked. "Hey Isaac." She waved at him.

"I'm not going to let her live this down," Isaac whispered to Scootaloo. "Ever."

"Hey, Applebloom," Isaac said. "Would you mind if I-"

Applebloom picked up a pipe and threw it at him. When he looked back she had her fore-legs crossed.

"Gave yall a run for ya money, didn't ah?" She grinned. "Ah didn't lose that much blood." She got up and wobbled slightly. "But ah lost some."

Scootaloo rushed to her friend and held onto her with a wing, Applebloom nodded towards the door. Isaac opened it and let them pass before entering himself.

As soon as they took their first steps, the pipes began to rattle and shake again. Isaac grabbed Applebloom and Scootaloo, rolled away to the other door, and hunched himself over them.

The pipes burst, more sludge merely was flung out in chunks and globs, along with the flow, the others failed to notice the flash of a face-plate's internal lighting.

"Well, it's official," Isaac said standing. "I'm still a badass."

"Yeah, yeah," Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "You saved us from safety that was just two steps back. My hero."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He said.

"Hey," Scootlaoo said. "Does anypony else hear... Screaming?"

They all looked up and Isaac jumped back when a man nearly cut himself in half when he landed on the rail. All the mans limbs had been forced off from the impact, blood flowed quickly out from the wounds.

"Well, that happened." Applebloom said before falling back.

Sewage pipes. One minute earlier.

Babs and Sweetiebelle had long ago disconnected and sat back-to-back, fore-legs crossed in boredom as they effortlessly pushed them along.

'Hey, Babs,' Sweetiebelle said mentally over her magic. 'When do you think were going to actually surface?'

'I don't know, but I hope it's... I think there's another pipe burst up ahead.'

A few seconds after that thought, a gap in the pipes was shown and the flow decreased dramatically, but they were still going extremely fast.

'Hey, Sweetiebelle,' Babs thought. 'If we keep going up, wouldn't that mean there's a fork in the pipes?'

'Yeah, there should be, why?'

'Because, if that's the case then they'll be to small for us to fit through.'

Sweetiebelle thought about that and looked up. She quickly grabbed onto Babs again before charging her horn.

Outside the building.

"Are you sure this is the planet and you didn't just screw up?" A man wearing black military armor asked his colleague next to him.

"Yes," the other snapped. "I've checked three times. They're here, and they're close. I can almost smell them..."

His colleague stared at him through his visor before leaning his head back slightly.

"Wait, I'm getting a massive spike in... Sweetiebelle's signal!" He said excitedly jumping up. "I should be able to see her..."

Before the other guard could face-palm, the ground beneath them shook, cracked and finally split releasing a geyser of four hundred year old sewage.

"Holy mother of-shit! It's raining shit!" The one on the left yelled as he ran for cover.

The one on the right merely stood in place, staring closely at the geyser. He straightened his neck when he saw a small equine shaped suit at the top.

"Sweetiebelle! Hey! Hey Sweetiebelle!" He yelled.

A brown head poked out and with a flash of light blue, two fillies stood in front of him. He merely stared down, head cocked to the side at the sight of two ponies.

"Are you a Unitologist?" Babs asked to his shock.

"Wait... You're not Sweetiebelle." He said crouching down. "Who are you? Oh, hey Sweetibeelle, here you go." He pulled out some wipes from a side pocket which she took graciously.

"I'm Babs seed, Applebloom's cousin."

"Oh, your related to Applebloom? How nice, we were just looking for her, Sweetiebelle, Scootaloo and Isaac." He said oblivious to the sewage pooling at his boots. "You wouldn't happen to know where they are, would you?"

"Acutally," Sweetiebelle replied half clean. "We got separated after a walkway fell. We ended up in the sewage treatment, got help from a group of fish people I guess, and then we hitched a ride in the pipes."

"Right..." said the other guard coming out from cover. "So, how did you all get here? Didn't you all go home?"

"We did," Sweetiebelle grunted pulling toilet paper out of her mane. "But that magical storm over Ponyville had other ideas."

He merely nodded, walking away he retrieved his gun from the snow. He returned and stood in place, occasionally shrugging his shoulders from the cold.

"So," Sweetiebelle said. "Did you hear about the new religion?"

"Yeah, yeah," they nodded. "They even gave us a gift basket when we told them we knew you three. If you like, we could go back to the ship and you could freshen up?"

"I don't care, as long as there's something to get the stains and smell out of my coat." Sweetiebelle shivered as they began the trek. "Where is the ship?"

The guards stopped before looking down at the snow.

"We lost it..."

Sweetiebelle and Babs face-hooved.