There's long been rumors as to how, exactly, rainbows are made in Equestria. While a great amount of Pegasi ponies are employed in the cầu vồng department of the weather factory, almost all of them do the low-end work. What's know is that great streams of Spectra, the individual colours of the rainbow, flow through large grates and into vast vats. From there, workers carefully and equally mix the spectra into the coagulated cầu vồng pools that dot and run through the factory and surrounding city. Next, that mixture is pumped to the floor below, where other employees atomize it and store it until the active weather Pegasi deploy it in field.
However, no one knows how individual Spectra is made. Supplies are never seen being brought in, leaving not even a clue what goes into a rainbow. Tourists, when visiting the factory, are treated to an extremely foreboding and plain wall, with massive solid doors baring entry to anypony at any time. While most of the facility's various signs and architecture is bubbly and welcoming, the cầu vồng Factory's upper floor was protected bởi harsh imagery of potential hazards and death, and the đám mây tường was made not out of the clean white of the rest of the city, but of a black, quietly thundering fog.
To become an employee of the upper cầu vồng Factory mean sacrificing any life outside those black walls. Workers are sworn to secrecy and forbidden from leaving, and live inside the facility itself. Those few who ever managed to make it out not in a body bag were twisted and disturbed, too damaged to ever bring themselves to talk about it. A lot of theories were proposed; Dark magic from captured unicorns, chemicals and environmental hazards that no sane ngựa con, ngựa, pony would tolerate, and even thoughts of another unknown sister of Celestia's, destined to create the Spectra instead of raise a sun hoặc moon.
None of them could be farther than the truth.
"C'mon, Orion! We're gonna be late for our final test!" Scootaloo called to a friend of hers. She was older, now, in her last năm of flight school. She, like all other pegasus in the school, was terribly nervous of the final test. Those that passed were granted freedom into the world, to find their cutie marks if they haven't yet, and become working ponies.
A little known, hoặc at least little thought-about fact, was of what happened to the fillies that failed their test. While uncommon, one hoặc two from every class generally didn't have it in them to perform the rigorous acts and maneuvers. Those that failed their tests were looked down upon in the worst of ways, shunned, and hated. Cloudsdale had always bred a form of nationalism amongst it's occupants. If bạn weren't the best, hoặc didn't hiển thị the potential of being the greatest, bạn weren't allowed to be part of the 'glorious collective'.
Scootaloo moved a little to the side as Orion, a tall, yet fairly skinny pony, settled tiếp theo to her. He fluffed his light brown feathers and gave a worried attempt at a smile as he stared around where he sat. They were sitting in the large open waiting room onlooking the coliseum, with all the other graduating pegasi. Just visible in the distance was The Factory. Orion glanced at it, and gulped.
"What's the matter, Orion? bạn afraid of getting a dead end job on the snow line?"
Orion chuckled a bit, then closed his eyes and sighed. "No.. It's just... I don't know. I don't think I can do this. What if I fail? What if I don't fail, but do just bad enough to still be disliked bởi everyone? I don't know if I can take being deported. Where do we even go, anyways?"
Scootaloo gave Orion a friendly punch. "No one knows, bạn dolt. And we're not going to fail. Everyone here is going to be fine. I know I will at least pass," she laughed. "Thanks to the tips from cầu vồng Dash, I'm sure to be fine."
"Oh, yeah, sure. That reassures me. That's actually just as, if not even thêm reassuring, than the psychopathic hate everypony here seems to tình yêu to spread."
"Quit panicking, scaredy-wings," Scootaloo replied. "The only one here I think even might fail is that yellow ngựa con, ngựa, pony with the dark green mane. She's the one who was out sick for that month, bạn know."
"Oh, yeah," Orion remembered as he craned his head in the other pony's direction. "The one who had that bad case of hoof and wing. She looks pretty confident though."
"I suppose we'll see," Scootaloo trailed, turning to look at The Factory herself. It gave her chills, not of fear, but pride. "I hope I get some cool active weather job. Can bạn imagine? Everyone in Ponyville hoặc Fillydelphia staring up at me, going 'There goes Scootaloo! Such an amazing flier! And from Cloudsdale, there can be no doubt!'" She smiled in excitement, forgetting her tension for the moment.
"That would be something, I'll admit. Mind you, just coming from Cloudsdale... who wouldn't be in awe?"
"Exactly. Praise the Flock."
"Praise the Flock."
"Places, places, every pony." A massive, buff Pegasus walked towards the entrance to the coliseum. "We're going to do this bởi name. Your adjudicators are on the east side of the field. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, fly too far west. If they lose sight of bạn for any reason, you'll be failed, immediately. Take deep breaths. Stretch your wings one last time. The test will consist of three sections. Weather clearing, Agility, and finally Recovery. Clear the clouds, fly through the hoops, and then fly to the marked elevation. Close your wings for at least three seconds. Any less and you'll fail, but keep in mind there's no 'extra points' for extra seconds. Finally, recover before bạn hit the đám mây floor. Understood? Any questions?" The instructor paused, and carefully glanced at every single ngựa con, ngựa, pony in the room. Everyone's eyes were completely focused on him, and none were creased with confusion. "Alright. Aurora Dawn. You're up first. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
The yellow ngựa con, ngựa, pony nodded and walked quickly up to the starting ramp with purpose. She stared at the watching judges, waited for a nod from all three, and then took off with powerful force. The ramp bounced slightly from the force of the take-off.
Every ngựa con, ngựa, pony watched as Aurora quickly reached the starting altitude, and then began a direct and purposeful attack on the positioned clouds. With expert timing and intelligent angles, the sky was soon empty of any moisture. Scootaloo and Orion watched with open mouths as they watched the first testee pull fast and tight turns, expertly shooting dead center through each and every hoop. Finally, Aurora pulled herself up to the proper altitude, hovered, and closed her wings.
The group of students gasped as she started plummeting, down towards the clouds, and counted breathlessly. One... Two... Three. They sighed as they watched her wings open in the correct amount of time, collectively holding that relief.
Suddenly, Aurora's wings whipped upwards, and the group of students flinched in horror as they all heard the loud, hollow SNAP, only to be suddenly replaced bởi an unending, piercing scream. Many, like Orion, shielded their eyes with their wings, as others like Scootaloo could only watch, terrified, as the blur of yellow, green, and red plummeted into a đám mây with a dull 'thump'.
Wasting no time, the instructor walked forwards again as the three judges simply pointed down and started shuffling papers around. Speaking loudly, as if nothing had happened, he called out again. "Daisy Fields. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
Scootaloo and Orion stared slack-jawed, as another ngựa con, ngựa, pony gulped, than walked forwards onto the path and took off. They turned back to the tuft on the đám mây where Aurora landed and stared. As the wind blew the fragments that were thrown up from the collision away, they saw the shivering yellow body attempt to move, only to collapse with a cry.
"Faraday Spots. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
Aurora still struggled to walk, wailing with every step. Her legs weren't broken, she could use them fine, but it was obvious the pain from her wing joints and the loss of her potential life was crushing her. Scootaloo felt Orion shuffle uneasily, tears welling in his eyes as a frown formed on his face.
"Holiday Shine. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
"No one's coming to help her," Orion seethed through closed teeth.
Scootaloo felt extremely sad for the yellow Pegasus, but couldn't see herself helping her. She would be failed herself and sent away, far away from Cloudsdale and any familiar place on Equestria, to a place where she and any other failed students could never stain Cloudsdale's reputation. It was a terrible shame, but Scootaloo couldn't fail herself. She couldn't fail her friends, and she definitely couldn't fail cầu vồng Dash. Not after the care and help she had được trao her Scootaloo's whole life. Scootaloo blinked the tears from her eyes, and forced herself to watch the competing students. One after another took off, successfully passed the test, and flew to the east gate, under the judges' spot in the stands. That's all Scootaloo focused on. Pass the test. Fly to the gate. Live a happy life.
"Orion Solstice. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
"...No."
"What?" The instructor took a step back, one leg left raised in the air. "You can't just refuse your flight test. Get out there before bạn make the judges mad."
"No. D-Don't even pretend bạn care about my future if bạn don't care about hers," Orion defied, unsure about himself. "You say bạn want me to get a good life, and yet bạn let those that fail suffer unbearable pain."
"Get onto that field before I fail bạn myself," the instructor shouted menacingly.
"Fine," Orion spoke sharply, before walking onto the ramp. He stared at the Judges, waited for the individual nods, and the một giây they came he took off. However, long before the starting altitude, he turned sharply and landed gently tiếp theo to Aurora. She turned and looked at him, blood running down her forehead and sides, and tears streamed down her face.
"Wh... What are bạn doing? You'll fail, like me. You'll be exiled."
"I'd rather be exiled from a place that treats ponies like this than live my life while other's don't live theirs."
Aurora smiled, happiness briefly replacing her sadness in her blackened, puffy eyes, until she stumbled again and intense pain flashed across her body. Orion leaned in close, using his wing to brace the yellow ngựa con, ngựa, pony against himself. He stared up at the judges, beaming hate with his vision. They stared down, unaffected, and simply pointed down, before looking back towards the ramp for the tiếp theo contestant.
Scootaloo stood shocked, hardly hearing her name called. She moved numbly up the ramp, never taking her eyes off her friend and the ngựa con, ngựa, pony he sacrificed himself to help. After a brief moment, she shook her head, recovered her thoughts, and looked to the judges. Thoughts passed through her head as she watched them all nod.
Oh, Celestia. What do I do? I can't let everyone I know down... but, I'll never see Orion again... I suppose... I hope he knew that risk when he did that. I'm sure he's thinking the same right now.
She glanced at Orion. He wasn't looking at her. She took off, heartbroken. Instinct kicked in as the familiar rush of wind cooled her and blew her thoughts away. She stopped at the right altitude, and then launched again, sensing and seeing every cloud, formulating a game plan. In a matter of a couple dozen seconds, the sky was clear. She did a quick loop in mid-flight, aiming at the first hoop. With a powerful flash of her wings, she propelled phía trước, chuyển tiếp through the first ring. And then the second, and then the third, expertly turning and drifting. She curved in towards the một giây last ring, near the bottom of the field. As she descended, she caught sight of Orion and Aurora, almost at the west gate now. Orion turned his head, and smiled weakly.
Scootaloo's focus shattered. Orion knew what he did. He cared about her. He'd miss her, and he'd never get to say goodbye.
Scootaloo cranked into the bottom part of the ring, falling backwards several feet and hitting the ground. With a sudden intense flash of fear, she flipped herself onto her feet and began flapping her wings, levitating off the ground. Maybe that didn't count as a failure, she thought. I can still fly. There was a distraction on the field. She spun around to the judges.
Three hooves, pointed down.
Scootaloo started crying there, tears welling up and blurring her vision. This wasn't right. This shouldn't have happened. None of it. Orion should have passed his test, and cheered her on from the east gate. She shouldn't have looked at him, she should have focused on flying. But there was no room for excuses. Defeated, she slowly hovered towards Orion, and settled down tiếp theo to him. She looked at him through her purple eyes. He looked back, offering a smile.
"You did a good job."
Scootaloo dropped her head and sobbed. She then walked around Orion, lifted a wing of her own, and helped Aurora walk to the west gate. Before them stood a long, unlit hall, with only a cheap sign stuck to the wall, notifying 'Test Failees' to proceed down the hall. They waited, only briefly, to gather themselves and prepare for where they would be taken, and then all stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp together.
Against an empty carriage at the end the lonely hall were three imposing ponies, leaning in a disinterested and bored pose. One of them happened to look up as the sorry looking trio stumbled out into the open. They were on the bottom edge of the coliseum, with the vast rolling hills and plains of Equestria visible far below.
"Hey. Boss. We got some 'dem worthless peguses," the first one called to an even bigger ngựa con, ngựa, pony on the other side of the carriage. "I suppose it's get 'ta work time is it?"
"Cool it, hot shot. There may be more, too."
"N-no... I was the l-last student to go," Scootaloo spoke in sobs. Orion could only hang his head. "It... It's..." She paused, and then breathed deeply, determined to remain as strong as she could. "It's just us three. Aurora's wings... they're broken. She needs help."
"Ain't dat just a cryin' shame, it is. What's it to us? All da better she don't come flying back to us no more."
"We may have failed our damned test but that doesn't mean we're not worth keeping alive!" Scootaloo shouted in a flash of rage. She was determined to hold on to as much dignity as she could.
"Alright, alright, sheesh. Hey, Patches. Doctor her up before we head out. I don't want any blood on dem seats, I just washed dat thing. bạn otha' two. In the cart."
Orion and Scootaloo hopped into the carriage and got as comfortable as they could on the hard seats, but made sure to leave room for Aurora. As soon as the third of the large ponies finished bandaging her wings, Aurora carefully stepped onto the vehicle, and lay down on the bench at the back. Scootaloo inched closer to her, and leaned down to talk as the door to the carriage slammed shut. The Boss ngựa con, ngựa, pony was inside the back, standing bởi the door, watching each of them.
"So," Scootaloo began quietly, trying not too speak too loud. "You're Aurora? I'm Scootaloo. I'm sorry we had to meet like this."
"Any meeting of a friend is a welcome meeting," Aurora spoke gently, with sincerity in her eyes. "We did our best. That's all we can say. That's all any of us can say. Who's to say that the city of the deported isn't a good one, anyways?"
The thought struck Scootaloo as she considered it. No one was ever told about where the pegasi were brought. Most ponies considered it to be some odd land, like where the Zebras hailed from. That made Scootaloo realize something even thêm profound.
"Hey, if where we're taken is where Zecora's from, than there's got to be a way to get back. It's not as if we're banned from Equestria. Flutteryshy, an old friend of mine, she's a Pegasus who lives in Ponyville. She never passed flight school, she never took her test. They've never come and taken her away."
"Exactly," Aurora agreed with a nod. Orion overheard, and offered his thoughts.
"I think the reason we're sent far away is because no ngựa con, ngựa, pony from Cloudsdale ever wants to admit that someone who failed flight school could come from their city. What a fucking horrible place, now that I think of it. I never want to go back."
"Maybe that's why no Pegasus ever comes back. They just don't like Cloudsdale."
"You goddamn worthless ponies can hardly call yourself 'Pegasus'," Boss spoke from the door. He was swaying ever so slightly as the carriage was lifted and moved to an unknown location. "Useless failures is what bạn are. No ngựa con, ngựa, pony comes back from exile. Regardless of reason. Can't even pass your goddamn test, bạn three make me sick."
Scootaloo jumped up from her seat, lifted herself into the air with her wings, and chim bồ câu, bồ câu legs first at Boss. "You shut the HELL up about us, bạn have no right to treat others like this!"
Boss raised a hoof and backhanded Scootaloo out of the air, onto the floor. "I can treat bạn however I want. bạn hardly classify as 'Ponies' to Cloudsdale, hoặc any of Equestria for that matter. Now sit the fuck down and shut up until bạn get to your destination."
"Where are we being taken, anyways? Not like we can tell anyone now, and I'm sure as the deliverers, bạn guys should know," Orion cautiously reasoned.
"Hell if I know. We hand this carriage off to ponies in suits, and we get a bagful of coins to keep quiet about the whole thing. It's how it's always been, for a thousand years."
The three fillies huddled together again, scared of the unknown. They kept quiet as they waited through the unbearable trip, all Mất tích in their own thoughts. Friends, family, loved ones and pets. All will never see them again, and some would never find out why. An giờ passed. And then another. Finally, the uncomfortable quiet was broken bởi a sudden lurch as the carriage stopped in its flight.
"Ah," Boss smiled. "There's my stop. bạn ponies play nice now. Have fun in wherever the hell you're sent to." The carriage door shuffled open and Boss hopped out with a gust of cold wind. It was night outside, now, with hardly any light to see at all. Scootaloo stared outside, and noticed another figure staring in. It was dressed in a black suit, its tail died an unnatural black that never occurred in nature. Its face was covered bởi a dark, loose fitting mask, concealing it's mane. All that was visible were rose coloured eyes, staring indifferently at the three ponies inside. They stopped on Scootaloo momentarily, unrecognizing, but she stared back. A một giây passed. The dark ngựa con, ngựa, pony slammed the door shut, and the carriage took off once again.
"At least we can talk, now," Aurora whispered in the dark.
But they had nothing to talk about.
The carriage finally shuddered to a stop. The three desolate foals blinked their eyes awake, having all resolved to conserve energy for whatever came next. With a loud scraping noise, the doors shook, and then swung wide open. Several thêm ponies, obscured bởi masks and suits, were moving around the area. Scootaloo blinked against the light from what she was seeing.
They were in a đám mây building. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed thêm details. Several of the blackened ponies were rushing around, some holding clipboards, some carrying briefcases and other important looking items on their backs. The complex was full of machinery and signs. Pipes ran along the ceiling, and a loud 'whirr' ran in the background, occasionally joined with other industrial sounds such as crashes and alarms. Scootaloo gasped.
"This place... the architecture... it's all so familiar... I think we're in the weather factory!"
Orion frowned. "That can't be right. We were travelling for way too long. We've got to be far away from Equestria now, not to mention the city."
"Actually, Scootaloo may be right," Aurora mused. "I noticed... it was maybe the same amount of time from when we left the coliseum to the place the carriage drivers swapped, that it was from the swap place to here. But... I don't know. I'm confused. Maybe that's just a coincidence."
"Welcome, mules," A large and powerful voice commanded. Several of the suited ponies moved to make way for a deep, dark red pegasus dressed in a white lab coat. "You degenerates are probably wondering where exactly bạn are. Stupid fillies. You're in Cloudsdale! The cầu vồng Facility, to be correct. Allow me to hiển thị bạn around."
"What's going on here? Do bạn expect to use us as slaves? Because I'd rather be deported, thanks," Scootaloo yelled. Orion and Aurora got off their seats and stood behind Scootaloo, nodding in agreement.
"Like bạn failures have a choice. You'll be here for the rest of your lives! Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? I am Dr. Atmosphere. My degree isn't a medical one, I shall reassure you, in case you're picturing some dreadful surgery going on behind the scenes. Strange how so many worthless pegasus get that idea. No, no, my degree is in engineering. I'm one of the Forecolts in this facility. I'm sure you've all had the tour of the lower factory, no?"
The three ponies nodded slowly, unsure of what was going on.
"Excellent! Who can tell me where the tour begins?"
Orion spoke up, first. "Where the Spectra comes from upstairs and is mixed."
"Very good. What a pity you're utterly useless to the Flock, bạn could have been a smart one." Dr. Atmosphere smiled sadistically and patted Orion on the head. "But, today, we're on the upper floor. Please, follow me, and don't get too far behind, hoặc one of my helpers will be forced to... encourage you." With that, he winked at the suited ponies.
With nods, three of them at the rear leaned forwards and jabbed each of the pegasus' with tasers, shocking them to the ground. Dr. Atmosphere whinnied in laughter as they all yelped and fell, and continued into a soft chuckle as they all stood up again.
Scootaloo blinked thêm tears from her eyes, and shook herself again, trying to lose the tingling in her nerves. She turned and quickly looked at each of the suited ponies, catching each of them in the eye when she could. None of them were the rose-eyed ngựa con, ngựa, pony from the carriage. Begrudgingly, she started walked behind the red engineer.
"You simply must be careful in this department," Dr. Atmosphere began in a tone not unlike the many tour guides in the lower floors. "There's plenty of nooks and crannies and vents and vats one could fall into. One must be careful not hurt themselves. After all, you're all hopeless as it is, any thêm so and even we couldn't use you." He glanced behind himself maliciously as the three foals frowned in insult.
They were walking down series of halls with vibrating machines and assembly lines lining the way, occasionally ducking under low hanging wires hoặc carefully stepping over steaming pipes. As they walked, though, the building became mát, máy làm mát and cooler. All three were watching, sensing, looking for any way out. They couldn't see any.
"Now, let me tell bạn a story. Cloudsdale is where the weather is made. Without us, the rest of Equestria would starve, freeze, drown, and generally be a not-very-happy place. That gives us a special honor, one that can't be tainted by, er, incompetent foals like you. How could the world look up and trust us if pegasi like *you* are flying around wearing the Cloudsdale name? No, no, we needed to do something with all of you. And then we got a delicious idea, one day, over a thousand years ago. Those were some smart ponies back then, I'll say. bạn don't find too many of them these days. But I digress, ha ha. Here, now, through these doors, quickly now, before thêm encouragement is supplied." Dr. Atmosphere opened a heavy looking door in a cramped corridor, and offered a hoof inside. Scootaloo stared up at him. He glanced at a suited pony. Scootaloo and the others walked inside, as he laughed again.
"Enjoy the rest of your pitiful life."
And with that, he slammed the door closed. They all turned, and looked at the big room they had been lead too. It was fairly open and empty, almost like an theater room. At one end of the room, there was six square vats, each one nearly full with individual Spectra. Above them was a peculiar looking machine. From a central stack, six hoses broke off and lead above each of the individual vats. At the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stack was a single opening, red with rust despite the rest of the machine to be shiny and clean. Even further above that was a fairly complex looking object, with chains and gears hanging off of beams and pipes loosely. Running even higher than the whole machine was a length of scaffolding, with doors on either side leading out of the room. Down on the floor, a small collection of defeated, crying ponies sat, chatting quietly.
"Those suits, there, those are from that other flight school across town," Aurora informed, sounding shocked. "And... those other ponies, sitting over there, see? I remember a trip we went on once with Levitating Acres private school. I remember them from that trip."
"So... this is where all the failures go? Not deported, but forced to work forever?" Orion sobbed quietly. In exchanging for helping someone, he had doomed himself and his good friend to a life of servitude. Scootaloo reached a reassuring wing over, and lifted his chin. She smiled at him, understanding his depression.
"At least we don't have to go through it alone," she cooed softly.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the group of ex-students. One ngựa con, ngựa, pony from an unidentified school took off, headed towards one of the doors on the scaffolding. Immediately, two suited ponies launched at record speed and both clipped the fly-away with their tasers. The ngựa con, ngựa, pony spasmed in air, and then dropped like a stone. With an audible crack as he landed, and a violent burst of twitching, all the other ponies walked back, staring horrified at their friend. They watched, hopefully, for a long time.
He didn't move.
Some cried softly, most others turned away, too far confused to feel any thêm emotions.
"I guess that option's out," Aurora quietly đã đưa ý kiến to no one in particular.
"But, bạn can't fly right now, anyways," Orion questioned.
"That medic guy, Patches hoặc whatever he was called. He popped my wings back into their joints and bandaged up where my skin tore. I won't be winning any races, but... I can fly again."
They slowly walked forwards and joined the group of ponies, looking at each other with understanding sorrow.
"Eyes front and centre, bạn inept mules," one of the suited ponies shouted. After the trước đó display, no one challenged that order, and stared at the scaffolding, just as one of the doors opened.
A few official looking Pegasi walked in on the scaffolding, and turned to look down on the group with disgust. One of them stood onto a small podium set up in the center, and began speaking loudly and clearly.
"By now, you've all clearly determined that bạn are not going into exile. There is no deportation. There never was. bạn are in The Factory. bạn will never leave The Factory. And while bạn may be called useless, that's also not entirely true. You're worthless to the flock as a Pony. But, bạn still have purpose! Purpose to all the ponies in this land, far and wide. bạn get to help us make rainbows! Beautiful, magical rainbows, doesn't that excite you?" The mysterious announcer grinned ecstatically, taking in all the disgusted looks from every con voi con on the floor below him. "I thought so," he chuckled. "It is just such an honor, bạn know, it leaves every ngựa con, ngựa, pony entrusted with the task speechless too! Now, do we have any volunteers?"
Again, everypony below glared with hate. One Công chúa tóc xù pony, a light màu hồng, hồng one from Levitating Acres, walked phía trước, chuyển tiếp a few steps, then yelled.
"How could bạn ever get away with this? How could Celestia, hoặc even Luna know about this and tolerate it? It's slavery! It's torture!"
"I think you'll find it's thêm than that," a một giây official ngựa con, ngựa, pony walked out the shadows and up to the podium. The ngựa con, ngựa, pony was in a suit, and masked. The first ngựa con, ngựa, pony walked off the podium and allowed the một giây to talk. Scootaloo noticed that it was the rose-eyed ngựa con, ngựa, pony from before. She watched, thêm intently now. The voice was familiar.
"A thousand years ago, when Celestia banished Luna from Equestria and sent her to the moon, she was charged with three tasks. She originally was in charge of raising the sun, and showering the land with rainbows. But, with the moon being an additional task, she had to hand down the responsibility of rainbows. Celestia entrusted the Pegasi of Cloudsdale to make the rainbows for her, from them on. For the first dozen years, we were được trao powerful Kỳ lân to help create Spectra. Spectra is pure pigment, pure colour. Everything is full of Spectra, but bạn can't just harvest it. bạn can never separate colour from an object. So it was made artificially with magic." The masked ngựa con, ngựa, pony never took her eyes off the Công chúa tóc xù màu hồng, hồng one. "That is, until our hàng đầu, đầu trang engineers made a breakthrough. They discovered an ingenious way to extract pigment, and it was so beautiful even a simple machine could do it. But it couldn't be done with just anything. The conditions had to be right."
"What did those horrible people do," the màu hồng, hồng pegasus screamed, growing angrier bởi the minute.
The mysterious ngựa con, ngựa, pony whipped off her mask, unveiling thêm than her rose eyes. Her skin was a light cyan, and her mane was a gorgeous rainbow. Several of the fillies gasped; Scootaloo's knees weakened as it hit her. It was cầu vồng Dash. Scootaloo's thoughts raced through her mind, and the room started spinning. It couldn't be. An evil twin, maybe. Perhaps some neglected sister. cầu vồng Dash couldn't be this evil. She was her friend, her mentor... her only family, even if not bởi blood. How... How? How was all she could think.
"It had to be live ponies! Only in ponies, where magic and Spectra ran freely together!" cầu vồng Dash threw her head back and laughed maniacally. "Only then could the Spectra be separated! And it was such a beautiful idea, such a wonderfully horrible idea. It worked so well; we could create exponentially thêm rainbows, of better quality with real Spectra. And it finally gave us a way to prevent Cloudsdale from being tainted bởi all those horrible pegasus which couldn't fly! Ahahahah!"
Scootaloo couldn't take it. While all the other ponies were exclaiming their disgust and fear, running and screaming for where they came in, backing off as suited ponies surrounded them and herded them back into the centre of the floor, Scootaloo couldn't take it any more.
"I THOUGHT bạn LOVED ME!" She wailed, cutting cầu vồng Dash's laughter short.
"Huh?" She turned, and noticed the amber-orange pegasus.
"I thought bạn loved me! How could bạn do this to me? I thought bạn cared for me! After all the help... All my life, you've treated me like a little sister! And I treated bạn like my big sister! bạn were my big sister, to me! bạn were the only family I've ever had, and bạn knew it!" Tears were pouring down her face now, obscuring her vision again. Her throat hurt from the crying and shouting, but she couldn't stop. "After... after everything... you're just going to let me die? I tried so hard, for you..."
She stared at the floor for a moment. Everyone was silent. Then Scootaloo looked up slowly, and while she couldn't see for the sadness in her eyes, she looked straight at cầu vồng Dash. Straight into those rosy eyes, past them, and deep into cầu vồng Dash herself.
"I thought... bạn loved me."
cầu vồng Dash returned the look. Her eyes revealed no emotion, no love, no care, only apathy. Slowly, however, they glared at Scootaloo. Pure, seething hate erupted from cầu vồng Dash's mouth, as she screamed in return.
"I DID tình yêu YOU! I tried so hard for you! I taught bạn everything I knew, in hopes bạn would pass your test! bạn had it in bạn kid! I knew... I knew what they did here. Ever since I performed that Sonic Rainboom, and they approached me... They wanted to find thêm ways to make Spectrum. They thought that, if I was capable of making rainbows, I could help them make its components. Well, they couldn't. But I learned a lot about this place. I'm the manager here now, bạn know? I worked my way up, in secret, pretending to only be simple weather control. How do bạn think I could afford that massive house over Ponyville? How do you..."
She trailed, shaking her head, remembering her anger suddenly.
"I tried, alright! It was up to bạn to save yourself! bạn didn't just fail yourself. bạn didn't just fail Cloudsdale. bạn failed me! bạn failed me! And that's the worst thing bạn could have done. bạn aren't just dead to Cloudsdale, now. You're dead to me."
The room tilted as Scootaloo tried to comprehend what she was told. Her mind broke, as she was totally unable to focus on anything. She stumbled slightly, until Orion held open a wing, and she clung to it for stability. cầu vồng Dash noticed this, and pointed and yelled with thêm fury.
"You can't have happiness. bạn ruined me. Now I'll ruin you. Workers! The brown one, there! Him first!"
"No!" Scootaloo, Aurora and Orion all jumped. Suited ponies cornered Orion, pushing the other two to the side. He tried to leap out of the way, to run, but one of the stallions spun around and kicked at him. The hoof connected to his shoulder, and Orion collapsed with a shout.
"Get back," thêm Luật sư đấu trí yelled at Aurora and Scootaloo as they dragged the whimpering Orion to the front of the room. The giant machine at the back started humming to life, and the assembly of chains lifted off the hàng đầu, đầu trang and moved towards the floor. Everyone noticed they were shackles now, and the Luật sư đấu trí clasped Orion into them. Braving a look up, he turned to Scootaloo.
"Don't worry, Scoots. I tình yêu you. Goodbye."
"...Goodbye, Orion," Scootaloo gasped. "I... I tình yêu bạn too."
With that, the chains pulled tight and lifted the brown Pegasus all the way up to the gears. The chains grew taunt, and stretched each of Orion's limbs straight up and down.
"We find the machine works better if the ribs are broken," cầu vồng Dash explained apathetically, as the chains spun around, in opposite directions, twisting Orion. His screams almost covered the echoing 'pop's and shattering noises. One hoặc two jagged Bones tore through his side, and his yells faded to a slow, quiet rattle of breath. The chains untwisted, and then the shackles opened, dropping the shattered ngựa con, ngựa, pony into the single opening.
With horror, Scootaloo watched. Her brain, overcome with what was happening, detached from all emotion. She noticed that the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the machine wasn't rusty. It was blood. Blood, just like what was being tossed up from the mangled remains of Orion, as the rest of his body was swallowed into the great machine, finishing with one lone hoof directed straight up, and then nothing was left.
As the hoses over the Green and Red vats of Spectrum started spewing their brilliant colours, Scootaloo's vision started to fade, and the last thing she noticed was Aurora's concerned, broken voice saying her name as Scootaloo flopped to the side.
"Scootaloo. Get up. Get up, now, hurry, Scootaloo. Wake up! Wake up!"
Scootaloo shook her head, briefly wondering where she was and what was happening. In a flash, it all came back, and she jumped too her feet. Aurora was shaking her, fright encasing her face. The Luật sư đấu trí were starting to approach the two now, tasers and shackles up and ready.
"Scootaloo! They're coming for us! What do we do?"
Scootaloo looked for an opening. All the doors were blocked, except for one. On the scaffolding. The suited ponies were slowly approaching, not rushing in order to prevent the fillies from freaking out. Fear was their tool. Scootaloo spun around, looking for an exit. There was only one, she realized.
"I have a plan," she whispered to Aurora.
"What's that?"
"Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
Aurora nodded in understanding, her eyes widening. She repeated, louder now, so the other frightened fillies could hear.
"Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete. Got it."
"One," Scootaloo started counting.
"Two," Aurora squeaked, as she backed into Scootaloo. The Luật sư đấu trí were mere feet away now.
"THREE!" A collective shout reverberated around the room, as every filly that could actually fly took off. The suited ponies gasped and fell back, unsure of where to go. There was too much confusion. A few of the faster thinking ones took off as well, tasers at the ready, aiming at the closest pegasus they could take.
"Step one," Scootaloo screamed. "CLEAR!"
With her command, the 'failures' started targeting the dark ponies in droves. Hooves connected with heads, and while some of the students fell lifeless to the floor, the majority of casualties were the suited ponies. Scootaloo and Aurora landed on the scaffolding, right bởi the door, and reached to open it.
It was locked.
"Oh god, what do we do now?" Aurora cried.
"We're still on Clear!" She shouted, turning around and bucking the door. Aurora followed her, focusing the brunt of her blows on the part of the tường where the latch would be. cầu vồng Dash, on the other side of the scaffolding, recovered from her initial shock of the rebellion, and noticed Scootaloo pounding on the door.
"Kill her," She screamed at the other important looking ponies. "Kill her!" She started to gallop towards the fillies, forgetting her wings momentarily. Scootaloo closed her eyes, pounding harder and harder on the door. It started to creak and splinter.
Any một giây now, she thought, cầu vồng Dash will get here. It's over. I'm doomed. She would have cried, but there were no thêm tears left. But nothing came. The door started to chẻ, phân chia, split from it's frame, now, leaning inward. It wouldn't be long until it was open. She opened her clenched eyes, peeking up at the scaffolding.
All the remaining ponies were there, pressing together, holding the enraged blue Pegasus and her cronies back. They wouldn't last long, however- even as Scootaloo watched, twitching and yelping ponies were falling to the floor below, some even landing in the great maw of the Spectra machine. The màu hồng, hồng ngựa con, ngựa, pony from Levitating Acres was there, and she turned to Scootaloo and Aurora, just as the door blew back into the hall behind.
"Fly," The màu hồng, hồng ngựa con, ngựa, pony demanded with pain in her voice. She opened her mouth to speak again, but was cut short as the pile of Pegasus blew apart, with cầu vồng Dash standing enraged in the opening. She was on her two back hooves, her front two rolling in the air. A small gash down her side leaked red, and her multicoloured mane was torn in a patch. An unearthly howl passed her lips, and her rose eyes were drained of any sanity that was left.
"C'mon Aurora," Scootaloo pleaded as she spun around. "We've got to fly if we're going to live."
"I... I can't. This is too much. I haven't healed." Aurora looked at Scootaloo with wide, open eyes. "You go, Scootaloo. Tell everyone what happens here. Let them know." She glanced back at the tường of students, almost bare now, as cầu vồng Dash's bloodlust tore them to pieces. Her blue áo, áo khoác was now glistening crimson, almost dripping as she ignored the need for live ponies. There would be more. Cloudsdale could take a small shortage of rainbows. In another few months, there would be thêm classes. thêm failures. But for now, all she knew is that Scootaloo had to die, violently if possible.
Decades of working for the cầu vồng Factory had fractured her. She was the only one allowed out in public, and keeping the horrible secret with her since childhood had only lead to psychological problems that no amount of therapy could cure. Scootaloo was her last link on sanity, and her failure had deleted that. There was no logic in her mind any more. No care, no capacity for compassion. Only hate. Pure, concentrated and evil hatred filled the gap her tình yêu for Scootaloo had once occupied. cầu vồng Dash was no more; only this monster remained.
"I hardly knew you, Aurora," Scootaloo cooed softly into the yellow pegasus beside her. "I'm sorry I never knew bạn until all this. I'm sorry we had to meet like this, and I'm sorry we have to part like this." She sniffed. She had found thêm tears.
"Any meeting of a friend is a welcome meeting," Aurora reassured Scootaloo. "Now, bạn heard the other pony. Fly, Scootaloo. Fly. Goodbye."
"...Goodbye, Aurora." With that, Scootaloo, levitated and spun around, looked into the yellow pony's eyes one last time, and launched down the cramped corridor. She had no idea where she was going, but any chance at freedom was one she had to take.
Aurora blinked a couple times, standing in front of the door. cầu vồng Dash would have at least one obstacle in her way to Scootaloo. The blue ngựa con, ngựa, pony tossed the last of the other students over the scaffolding, and slowly walked towards Aurora.
"How cute. bạn think that you, a useless, broken pile of manure could possible stand in my way? bạn really make me laugh! None of bạn can compete with the awesome power I have!"
"Love can overcome all evils in this world!" Aurora straightened herself in rebellion as cầu vồng Dash stopped in front of her. Aurora stayed in front of Dash, barring her entry down the corridor beyond.
"Well, then, bitch. Let's see if tình yêu will overcome this one."
And with that, cầu vồng Dash grabbed one of Aurora's bandaged wings and pulled, tearing it off of her completely. Aurora collapsed on to her knees, grinding her teeth in horrible pain. But she didn't scream. She wouldn't give in to cầu vồng Dash. cầu vồng grabbed her other wing, and dragged her kicking and moaning down to the centre of the scaffolding. She lifted Aurora up bởi the wing, laughing quietly to herself as the look of intense agony appeared on Aurora's face. cầu vồng Dash took to the air, bringing the squirming yellow and green ngựa con, ngựa, pony with her, over hàng đầu, đầu trang of the machine. With a squeak of evil laughter, she jerked at the wing in her hoof. It, too, disconnected from the now convulsing pegasus, and Aurora fell. She landed head first.
The door on the scaffolding closed with a gust of wind, just as the machine began pumping out the brightest greens and yellows it had ever produced. And there was no one around to see it.
Scootaloo glanced backwards momentarily, her tim, trái tim pounding. The noise of the constant thump thump thump drowned out any other sound in her head, her ears throbbing along with it. The corridor was just like the one that lead to the theater room, cramped, with dozens of obstacles jutting out at ngẫu nhiên intervals. Straight behind her, maybe 500 metres now, the bloody mare that used to be cầu vồng Dash was cruising along herself. Both pegasi were completely straight, hooves forward, wings beating at an impossible count, one trying to escape, the other to capture. Scootaloo looked phía trước, chuyển tiếp again, focusing on what lie ahead of her.
That's all that matters, she thought. What's ahead of me. There's no changing what's behind me. Ignore it. Focus.
For the một giây time in as many days, a flood of instinct overtook Scootaloo, and despite the terror she felt in her body, the sorrow that had surrounded her, and the evil behind her, her worries melted away and the thought of flying encased her very being. Down under wires and pipes she ducked, up and around various workers whose complaints and shouts were ignored, only to be repeated momentarily as the raging ngựa con, ngựa, pony behind collided with them.
Her body doing the flying, Scootaloo's thoughts turned to escape opportunities. She whipped around sharp corners at impossible speeds, zipped up and down countless sets of stairs, trying to shake her murderous tail, but to no avail. She contemplated every nook and cranny she passed, briefly considering hiding. She struck that idea down; as insane as cầu vồng Dash may be, she was still too smart to overlook any possible spot Scootaloo may be.
But there, ahead of her, Scootaloo thought she found a solution. A garbage vent of some kind, sticking out from the wall, down to the floor below. Momentarily she gave thought to where it may lead, whether out of the factory hoặc into some incinerator she couldn't tell, but it was probably worth the risk. She snuck one last glance behind her to make sure the unstable mare was far away enough. cầu vồng Dash was paying no attention to any hazard as she sought her prey, tearing through electrical wires and ricocheting off heated pipes, going through any obstacle rather than around it to save time, but the collisions had slowed her down enough to give Scootaloo a chance. She slammed to a sudden halt over the open vent, hoping for her life.
"Fall," she muttered, closing her eyes and her wings, resisting the urge to start flapping immediately. She counted silently to herself as shadows rushed past her closed eyes, hoping for the best of where this vent lead. One, Two, Three. She opened her eyes and her wings, and looked up, hovering.
cầu vồng Dash was up above, looking down into the vent. Her eyes were buggy and twitched, her hooves pounded on the edge of the vent. She was too large to follow, the filly having barely made it in herself.
Scootaloo kept crawling through the vents, and then she saw a way out of the factory. Using it, she escaped. However she was not out of the woods yet. The Pegasi working there would look for her. She decided the best place to go would be either to Twilight's hoặc Celestia's castle.
After fourty minutes, Scootaloo decided Twilight's place would be the best option. She could tell her about what was happening, and try to turn cầu vồng Dash back to normal, while finding a different way to make Rainbows.
Twilight was sleeping when she heard somepony knocking on her door, and to her surprise, it was Scootaloo. "Man what do bạn want?" the purple unicorn asked?
Scootaloo then told Twilight about everything, and how cầu vồng Dash tried to kill her. Twilight was shocked, but she had a plan.
Back at the factory a ngựa con, ngựa, pony walked up to cầu vồng Dash with a letter. "What is it?" Dash asked. The ngựa con, ngựa, pony showed cầu vồng Dash the letter. It was from Twilight
Dear cầu vồng Dash
Pinkie Pie is throwing a party at my house. Come on over, I know bạn can't resist.
Your best friend, Twilight Sparkle
cầu vồng couldn't miss out on a party thrown bởi Pinkie Pie, they were the best. So she left the factory, telling others to watch it for her until she returned.
Meanwhile at Twilight's, "Man she should be here soon." "Really?" "Yeah man. Get upstairs!"
Twilight was informing Scootaloo about what was going on. Eventually cầu vồng Dash made it, and was greeted bởi Twilight. "Where's everypony else?" cầu vồng Dash asked.
Instead of answering her câu hỏi Twilight used a spell to strap down cầu vồng Dash. She couldn't move. "Now we see how bạn like being killed for rainbows!" Twilight shouted. cầu vồng was getting nervous, and started shouting, "Alright!! I'm sorry!! I won't do it again!" "Man dat's thêm like it!" Twilight replied, and let cầu vồng Dash go.
Several days later, Princess Celestia was informed about the cầu vồng Factory, and how the rainbows were being created. Once the information started leaking out into other cities, the factory closed for good.
Scootaloo took her flight exam again, and passed. She now flies where ever she wants.
Everypony working in the cầu vồng Factory, including cầu vồng Dash were sentenced to jail for 30-60 days. Some tried to escape, and were executed.
Twilight Sparkle found a way to make rainbows without killing others. Yes, it's bởi casting a spell.
The End
However, no one knows how individual Spectra is made. Supplies are never seen being brought in, leaving not even a clue what goes into a rainbow. Tourists, when visiting the factory, are treated to an extremely foreboding and plain wall, with massive solid doors baring entry to anypony at any time. While most of the facility's various signs and architecture is bubbly and welcoming, the cầu vồng Factory's upper floor was protected bởi harsh imagery of potential hazards and death, and the đám mây tường was made not out of the clean white of the rest of the city, but of a black, quietly thundering fog.
To become an employee of the upper cầu vồng Factory mean sacrificing any life outside those black walls. Workers are sworn to secrecy and forbidden from leaving, and live inside the facility itself. Those few who ever managed to make it out not in a body bag were twisted and disturbed, too damaged to ever bring themselves to talk about it. A lot of theories were proposed; Dark magic from captured unicorns, chemicals and environmental hazards that no sane ngựa con, ngựa, pony would tolerate, and even thoughts of another unknown sister of Celestia's, destined to create the Spectra instead of raise a sun hoặc moon.
None of them could be farther than the truth.
"C'mon, Orion! We're gonna be late for our final test!" Scootaloo called to a friend of hers. She was older, now, in her last năm of flight school. She, like all other pegasus in the school, was terribly nervous of the final test. Those that passed were granted freedom into the world, to find their cutie marks if they haven't yet, and become working ponies.
A little known, hoặc at least little thought-about fact, was of what happened to the fillies that failed their test. While uncommon, one hoặc two from every class generally didn't have it in them to perform the rigorous acts and maneuvers. Those that failed their tests were looked down upon in the worst of ways, shunned, and hated. Cloudsdale had always bred a form of nationalism amongst it's occupants. If bạn weren't the best, hoặc didn't hiển thị the potential of being the greatest, bạn weren't allowed to be part of the 'glorious collective'.
Scootaloo moved a little to the side as Orion, a tall, yet fairly skinny pony, settled tiếp theo to her. He fluffed his light brown feathers and gave a worried attempt at a smile as he stared around where he sat. They were sitting in the large open waiting room onlooking the coliseum, with all the other graduating pegasi. Just visible in the distance was The Factory. Orion glanced at it, and gulped.
"What's the matter, Orion? bạn afraid of getting a dead end job on the snow line?"
Orion chuckled a bit, then closed his eyes and sighed. "No.. It's just... I don't know. I don't think I can do this. What if I fail? What if I don't fail, but do just bad enough to still be disliked bởi everyone? I don't know if I can take being deported. Where do we even go, anyways?"
Scootaloo gave Orion a friendly punch. "No one knows, bạn dolt. And we're not going to fail. Everyone here is going to be fine. I know I will at least pass," she laughed. "Thanks to the tips from cầu vồng Dash, I'm sure to be fine."
"Oh, yeah, sure. That reassures me. That's actually just as, if not even thêm reassuring, than the psychopathic hate everypony here seems to tình yêu to spread."
"Quit panicking, scaredy-wings," Scootaloo replied. "The only one here I think even might fail is that yellow ngựa con, ngựa, pony with the dark green mane. She's the one who was out sick for that month, bạn know."
"Oh, yeah," Orion remembered as he craned his head in the other pony's direction. "The one who had that bad case of hoof and wing. She looks pretty confident though."
"I suppose we'll see," Scootaloo trailed, turning to look at The Factory herself. It gave her chills, not of fear, but pride. "I hope I get some cool active weather job. Can bạn imagine? Everyone in Ponyville hoặc Fillydelphia staring up at me, going 'There goes Scootaloo! Such an amazing flier! And from Cloudsdale, there can be no doubt!'" She smiled in excitement, forgetting her tension for the moment.
"That would be something, I'll admit. Mind you, just coming from Cloudsdale... who wouldn't be in awe?"
"Exactly. Praise the Flock."
"Praise the Flock."
"Places, places, every pony." A massive, buff Pegasus walked towards the entrance to the coliseum. "We're going to do this bởi name. Your adjudicators are on the east side of the field. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, fly too far west. If they lose sight of bạn for any reason, you'll be failed, immediately. Take deep breaths. Stretch your wings one last time. The test will consist of three sections. Weather clearing, Agility, and finally Recovery. Clear the clouds, fly through the hoops, and then fly to the marked elevation. Close your wings for at least three seconds. Any less and you'll fail, but keep in mind there's no 'extra points' for extra seconds. Finally, recover before bạn hit the đám mây floor. Understood? Any questions?" The instructor paused, and carefully glanced at every single ngựa con, ngựa, pony in the room. Everyone's eyes were completely focused on him, and none were creased with confusion. "Alright. Aurora Dawn. You're up first. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
The yellow ngựa con, ngựa, pony nodded and walked quickly up to the starting ramp with purpose. She stared at the watching judges, waited for a nod from all three, and then took off with powerful force. The ramp bounced slightly from the force of the take-off.
Every ngựa con, ngựa, pony watched as Aurora quickly reached the starting altitude, and then began a direct and purposeful attack on the positioned clouds. With expert timing and intelligent angles, the sky was soon empty of any moisture. Scootaloo and Orion watched with open mouths as they watched the first testee pull fast and tight turns, expertly shooting dead center through each and every hoop. Finally, Aurora pulled herself up to the proper altitude, hovered, and closed her wings.
The group of students gasped as she started plummeting, down towards the clouds, and counted breathlessly. One... Two... Three. They sighed as they watched her wings open in the correct amount of time, collectively holding that relief.
Suddenly, Aurora's wings whipped upwards, and the group of students flinched in horror as they all heard the loud, hollow SNAP, only to be suddenly replaced bởi an unending, piercing scream. Many, like Orion, shielded their eyes with their wings, as others like Scootaloo could only watch, terrified, as the blur of yellow, green, and red plummeted into a đám mây with a dull 'thump'.
Wasting no time, the instructor walked forwards again as the three judges simply pointed down and started shuffling papers around. Speaking loudly, as if nothing had happened, he called out again. "Daisy Fields. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
Scootaloo and Orion stared slack-jawed, as another ngựa con, ngựa, pony gulped, than walked forwards onto the path and took off. They turned back to the tuft on the đám mây where Aurora landed and stared. As the wind blew the fragments that were thrown up from the collision away, they saw the shivering yellow body attempt to move, only to collapse with a cry.
"Faraday Spots. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
Aurora still struggled to walk, wailing with every step. Her legs weren't broken, she could use them fine, but it was obvious the pain from her wing joints and the loss of her potential life was crushing her. Scootaloo felt Orion shuffle uneasily, tears welling in his eyes as a frown formed on his face.
"Holiday Shine. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
"No one's coming to help her," Orion seethed through closed teeth.
Scootaloo felt extremely sad for the yellow Pegasus, but couldn't see herself helping her. She would be failed herself and sent away, far away from Cloudsdale and any familiar place on Equestria, to a place where she and any other failed students could never stain Cloudsdale's reputation. It was a terrible shame, but Scootaloo couldn't fail herself. She couldn't fail her friends, and she definitely couldn't fail cầu vồng Dash. Not after the care and help she had được trao her Scootaloo's whole life. Scootaloo blinked the tears from her eyes, and forced herself to watch the competing students. One after another took off, successfully passed the test, and flew to the east gate, under the judges' spot in the stands. That's all Scootaloo focused on. Pass the test. Fly to the gate. Live a happy life.
"Orion Solstice. Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
"...No."
"What?" The instructor took a step back, one leg left raised in the air. "You can't just refuse your flight test. Get out there before bạn make the judges mad."
"No. D-Don't even pretend bạn care about my future if bạn don't care about hers," Orion defied, unsure about himself. "You say bạn want me to get a good life, and yet bạn let those that fail suffer unbearable pain."
"Get onto that field before I fail bạn myself," the instructor shouted menacingly.
"Fine," Orion spoke sharply, before walking onto the ramp. He stared at the Judges, waited for the individual nods, and the một giây they came he took off. However, long before the starting altitude, he turned sharply and landed gently tiếp theo to Aurora. She turned and looked at him, blood running down her forehead and sides, and tears streamed down her face.
"Wh... What are bạn doing? You'll fail, like me. You'll be exiled."
"I'd rather be exiled from a place that treats ponies like this than live my life while other's don't live theirs."
Aurora smiled, happiness briefly replacing her sadness in her blackened, puffy eyes, until she stumbled again and intense pain flashed across her body. Orion leaned in close, using his wing to brace the yellow ngựa con, ngựa, pony against himself. He stared up at the judges, beaming hate with his vision. They stared down, unaffected, and simply pointed down, before looking back towards the ramp for the tiếp theo contestant.
Scootaloo stood shocked, hardly hearing her name called. She moved numbly up the ramp, never taking her eyes off her friend and the ngựa con, ngựa, pony he sacrificed himself to help. After a brief moment, she shook her head, recovered her thoughts, and looked to the judges. Thoughts passed through her head as she watched them all nod.
Oh, Celestia. What do I do? I can't let everyone I know down... but, I'll never see Orion again... I suppose... I hope he knew that risk when he did that. I'm sure he's thinking the same right now.
She glanced at Orion. He wasn't looking at her. She took off, heartbroken. Instinct kicked in as the familiar rush of wind cooled her and blew her thoughts away. She stopped at the right altitude, and then launched again, sensing and seeing every cloud, formulating a game plan. In a matter of a couple dozen seconds, the sky was clear. She did a quick loop in mid-flight, aiming at the first hoop. With a powerful flash of her wings, she propelled phía trước, chuyển tiếp through the first ring. And then the second, and then the third, expertly turning and drifting. She curved in towards the một giây last ring, near the bottom of the field. As she descended, she caught sight of Orion and Aurora, almost at the west gate now. Orion turned his head, and smiled weakly.
Scootaloo's focus shattered. Orion knew what he did. He cared about her. He'd miss her, and he'd never get to say goodbye.
Scootaloo cranked into the bottom part of the ring, falling backwards several feet and hitting the ground. With a sudden intense flash of fear, she flipped herself onto her feet and began flapping her wings, levitating off the ground. Maybe that didn't count as a failure, she thought. I can still fly. There was a distraction on the field. She spun around to the judges.
Three hooves, pointed down.
Scootaloo started crying there, tears welling up and blurring her vision. This wasn't right. This shouldn't have happened. None of it. Orion should have passed his test, and cheered her on from the east gate. She shouldn't have looked at him, she should have focused on flying. But there was no room for excuses. Defeated, she slowly hovered towards Orion, and settled down tiếp theo to him. She looked at him through her purple eyes. He looked back, offering a smile.
"You did a good job."
Scootaloo dropped her head and sobbed. She then walked around Orion, lifted a wing of her own, and helped Aurora walk to the west gate. Before them stood a long, unlit hall, with only a cheap sign stuck to the wall, notifying 'Test Failees' to proceed down the hall. They waited, only briefly, to gather themselves and prepare for where they would be taken, and then all stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp together.
Against an empty carriage at the end the lonely hall were three imposing ponies, leaning in a disinterested and bored pose. One of them happened to look up as the sorry looking trio stumbled out into the open. They were on the bottom edge of the coliseum, with the vast rolling hills and plains of Equestria visible far below.
"Hey. Boss. We got some 'dem worthless peguses," the first one called to an even bigger ngựa con, ngựa, pony on the other side of the carriage. "I suppose it's get 'ta work time is it?"
"Cool it, hot shot. There may be more, too."
"N-no... I was the l-last student to go," Scootaloo spoke in sobs. Orion could only hang his head. "It... It's..." She paused, and then breathed deeply, determined to remain as strong as she could. "It's just us three. Aurora's wings... they're broken. She needs help."
"Ain't dat just a cryin' shame, it is. What's it to us? All da better she don't come flying back to us no more."
"We may have failed our damned test but that doesn't mean we're not worth keeping alive!" Scootaloo shouted in a flash of rage. She was determined to hold on to as much dignity as she could.
"Alright, alright, sheesh. Hey, Patches. Doctor her up before we head out. I don't want any blood on dem seats, I just washed dat thing. bạn otha' two. In the cart."
Orion and Scootaloo hopped into the carriage and got as comfortable as they could on the hard seats, but made sure to leave room for Aurora. As soon as the third of the large ponies finished bandaging her wings, Aurora carefully stepped onto the vehicle, and lay down on the bench at the back. Scootaloo inched closer to her, and leaned down to talk as the door to the carriage slammed shut. The Boss ngựa con, ngựa, pony was inside the back, standing bởi the door, watching each of them.
"So," Scootaloo began quietly, trying not too speak too loud. "You're Aurora? I'm Scootaloo. I'm sorry we had to meet like this."
"Any meeting of a friend is a welcome meeting," Aurora spoke gently, with sincerity in her eyes. "We did our best. That's all we can say. That's all any of us can say. Who's to say that the city of the deported isn't a good one, anyways?"
The thought struck Scootaloo as she considered it. No one was ever told about where the pegasi were brought. Most ponies considered it to be some odd land, like where the Zebras hailed from. That made Scootaloo realize something even thêm profound.
"Hey, if where we're taken is where Zecora's from, than there's got to be a way to get back. It's not as if we're banned from Equestria. Flutteryshy, an old friend of mine, she's a Pegasus who lives in Ponyville. She never passed flight school, she never took her test. They've never come and taken her away."
"Exactly," Aurora agreed with a nod. Orion overheard, and offered his thoughts.
"I think the reason we're sent far away is because no ngựa con, ngựa, pony from Cloudsdale ever wants to admit that someone who failed flight school could come from their city. What a fucking horrible place, now that I think of it. I never want to go back."
"Maybe that's why no Pegasus ever comes back. They just don't like Cloudsdale."
"You goddamn worthless ponies can hardly call yourself 'Pegasus'," Boss spoke from the door. He was swaying ever so slightly as the carriage was lifted and moved to an unknown location. "Useless failures is what bạn are. No ngựa con, ngựa, pony comes back from exile. Regardless of reason. Can't even pass your goddamn test, bạn three make me sick."
Scootaloo jumped up from her seat, lifted herself into the air with her wings, and chim bồ câu, bồ câu legs first at Boss. "You shut the HELL up about us, bạn have no right to treat others like this!"
Boss raised a hoof and backhanded Scootaloo out of the air, onto the floor. "I can treat bạn however I want. bạn hardly classify as 'Ponies' to Cloudsdale, hoặc any of Equestria for that matter. Now sit the fuck down and shut up until bạn get to your destination."
"Where are we being taken, anyways? Not like we can tell anyone now, and I'm sure as the deliverers, bạn guys should know," Orion cautiously reasoned.
"Hell if I know. We hand this carriage off to ponies in suits, and we get a bagful of coins to keep quiet about the whole thing. It's how it's always been, for a thousand years."
The three fillies huddled together again, scared of the unknown. They kept quiet as they waited through the unbearable trip, all Mất tích in their own thoughts. Friends, family, loved ones and pets. All will never see them again, and some would never find out why. An giờ passed. And then another. Finally, the uncomfortable quiet was broken bởi a sudden lurch as the carriage stopped in its flight.
"Ah," Boss smiled. "There's my stop. bạn ponies play nice now. Have fun in wherever the hell you're sent to." The carriage door shuffled open and Boss hopped out with a gust of cold wind. It was night outside, now, with hardly any light to see at all. Scootaloo stared outside, and noticed another figure staring in. It was dressed in a black suit, its tail died an unnatural black that never occurred in nature. Its face was covered bởi a dark, loose fitting mask, concealing it's mane. All that was visible were rose coloured eyes, staring indifferently at the three ponies inside. They stopped on Scootaloo momentarily, unrecognizing, but she stared back. A một giây passed. The dark ngựa con, ngựa, pony slammed the door shut, and the carriage took off once again.
"At least we can talk, now," Aurora whispered in the dark.
But they had nothing to talk about.
The carriage finally shuddered to a stop. The three desolate foals blinked their eyes awake, having all resolved to conserve energy for whatever came next. With a loud scraping noise, the doors shook, and then swung wide open. Several thêm ponies, obscured bởi masks and suits, were moving around the area. Scootaloo blinked against the light from what she was seeing.
They were in a đám mây building. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed thêm details. Several of the blackened ponies were rushing around, some holding clipboards, some carrying briefcases and other important looking items on their backs. The complex was full of machinery and signs. Pipes ran along the ceiling, and a loud 'whirr' ran in the background, occasionally joined with other industrial sounds such as crashes and alarms. Scootaloo gasped.
"This place... the architecture... it's all so familiar... I think we're in the weather factory!"
Orion frowned. "That can't be right. We were travelling for way too long. We've got to be far away from Equestria now, not to mention the city."
"Actually, Scootaloo may be right," Aurora mused. "I noticed... it was maybe the same amount of time from when we left the coliseum to the place the carriage drivers swapped, that it was from the swap place to here. But... I don't know. I'm confused. Maybe that's just a coincidence."
"Welcome, mules," A large and powerful voice commanded. Several of the suited ponies moved to make way for a deep, dark red pegasus dressed in a white lab coat. "You degenerates are probably wondering where exactly bạn are. Stupid fillies. You're in Cloudsdale! The cầu vồng Facility, to be correct. Allow me to hiển thị bạn around."
"What's going on here? Do bạn expect to use us as slaves? Because I'd rather be deported, thanks," Scootaloo yelled. Orion and Aurora got off their seats and stood behind Scootaloo, nodding in agreement.
"Like bạn failures have a choice. You'll be here for the rest of your lives! Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? I am Dr. Atmosphere. My degree isn't a medical one, I shall reassure you, in case you're picturing some dreadful surgery going on behind the scenes. Strange how so many worthless pegasus get that idea. No, no, my degree is in engineering. I'm one of the Forecolts in this facility. I'm sure you've all had the tour of the lower factory, no?"
The three ponies nodded slowly, unsure of what was going on.
"Excellent! Who can tell me where the tour begins?"
Orion spoke up, first. "Where the Spectra comes from upstairs and is mixed."
"Very good. What a pity you're utterly useless to the Flock, bạn could have been a smart one." Dr. Atmosphere smiled sadistically and patted Orion on the head. "But, today, we're on the upper floor. Please, follow me, and don't get too far behind, hoặc one of my helpers will be forced to... encourage you." With that, he winked at the suited ponies.
With nods, three of them at the rear leaned forwards and jabbed each of the pegasus' with tasers, shocking them to the ground. Dr. Atmosphere whinnied in laughter as they all yelped and fell, and continued into a soft chuckle as they all stood up again.
Scootaloo blinked thêm tears from her eyes, and shook herself again, trying to lose the tingling in her nerves. She turned and quickly looked at each of the suited ponies, catching each of them in the eye when she could. None of them were the rose-eyed ngựa con, ngựa, pony from the carriage. Begrudgingly, she started walked behind the red engineer.
"You simply must be careful in this department," Dr. Atmosphere began in a tone not unlike the many tour guides in the lower floors. "There's plenty of nooks and crannies and vents and vats one could fall into. One must be careful not hurt themselves. After all, you're all hopeless as it is, any thêm so and even we couldn't use you." He glanced behind himself maliciously as the three foals frowned in insult.
They were walking down series of halls with vibrating machines and assembly lines lining the way, occasionally ducking under low hanging wires hoặc carefully stepping over steaming pipes. As they walked, though, the building became mát, máy làm mát and cooler. All three were watching, sensing, looking for any way out. They couldn't see any.
"Now, let me tell bạn a story. Cloudsdale is where the weather is made. Without us, the rest of Equestria would starve, freeze, drown, and generally be a not-very-happy place. That gives us a special honor, one that can't be tainted by, er, incompetent foals like you. How could the world look up and trust us if pegasi like *you* are flying around wearing the Cloudsdale name? No, no, we needed to do something with all of you. And then we got a delicious idea, one day, over a thousand years ago. Those were some smart ponies back then, I'll say. bạn don't find too many of them these days. But I digress, ha ha. Here, now, through these doors, quickly now, before thêm encouragement is supplied." Dr. Atmosphere opened a heavy looking door in a cramped corridor, and offered a hoof inside. Scootaloo stared up at him. He glanced at a suited pony. Scootaloo and the others walked inside, as he laughed again.
"Enjoy the rest of your pitiful life."
And with that, he slammed the door closed. They all turned, and looked at the big room they had been lead too. It was fairly open and empty, almost like an theater room. At one end of the room, there was six square vats, each one nearly full with individual Spectra. Above them was a peculiar looking machine. From a central stack, six hoses broke off and lead above each of the individual vats. At the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stack was a single opening, red with rust despite the rest of the machine to be shiny and clean. Even further above that was a fairly complex looking object, with chains and gears hanging off of beams and pipes loosely. Running even higher than the whole machine was a length of scaffolding, with doors on either side leading out of the room. Down on the floor, a small collection of defeated, crying ponies sat, chatting quietly.
"Those suits, there, those are from that other flight school across town," Aurora informed, sounding shocked. "And... those other ponies, sitting over there, see? I remember a trip we went on once with Levitating Acres private school. I remember them from that trip."
"So... this is where all the failures go? Not deported, but forced to work forever?" Orion sobbed quietly. In exchanging for helping someone, he had doomed himself and his good friend to a life of servitude. Scootaloo reached a reassuring wing over, and lifted his chin. She smiled at him, understanding his depression.
"At least we don't have to go through it alone," she cooed softly.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the group of ex-students. One ngựa con, ngựa, pony from an unidentified school took off, headed towards one of the doors on the scaffolding. Immediately, two suited ponies launched at record speed and both clipped the fly-away with their tasers. The ngựa con, ngựa, pony spasmed in air, and then dropped like a stone. With an audible crack as he landed, and a violent burst of twitching, all the other ponies walked back, staring horrified at their friend. They watched, hopefully, for a long time.
He didn't move.
Some cried softly, most others turned away, too far confused to feel any thêm emotions.
"I guess that option's out," Aurora quietly đã đưa ý kiến to no one in particular.
"But, bạn can't fly right now, anyways," Orion questioned.
"That medic guy, Patches hoặc whatever he was called. He popped my wings back into their joints and bandaged up where my skin tore. I won't be winning any races, but... I can fly again."
They slowly walked forwards and joined the group of ponies, looking at each other with understanding sorrow.
"Eyes front and centre, bạn inept mules," one of the suited ponies shouted. After the trước đó display, no one challenged that order, and stared at the scaffolding, just as one of the doors opened.
A few official looking Pegasi walked in on the scaffolding, and turned to look down on the group with disgust. One of them stood onto a small podium set up in the center, and began speaking loudly and clearly.
"By now, you've all clearly determined that bạn are not going into exile. There is no deportation. There never was. bạn are in The Factory. bạn will never leave The Factory. And while bạn may be called useless, that's also not entirely true. You're worthless to the flock as a Pony. But, bạn still have purpose! Purpose to all the ponies in this land, far and wide. bạn get to help us make rainbows! Beautiful, magical rainbows, doesn't that excite you?" The mysterious announcer grinned ecstatically, taking in all the disgusted looks from every con voi con on the floor below him. "I thought so," he chuckled. "It is just such an honor, bạn know, it leaves every ngựa con, ngựa, pony entrusted with the task speechless too! Now, do we have any volunteers?"
Again, everypony below glared with hate. One Công chúa tóc xù pony, a light màu hồng, hồng one from Levitating Acres, walked phía trước, chuyển tiếp a few steps, then yelled.
"How could bạn ever get away with this? How could Celestia, hoặc even Luna know about this and tolerate it? It's slavery! It's torture!"
"I think you'll find it's thêm than that," a một giây official ngựa con, ngựa, pony walked out the shadows and up to the podium. The ngựa con, ngựa, pony was in a suit, and masked. The first ngựa con, ngựa, pony walked off the podium and allowed the một giây to talk. Scootaloo noticed that it was the rose-eyed ngựa con, ngựa, pony from before. She watched, thêm intently now. The voice was familiar.
"A thousand years ago, when Celestia banished Luna from Equestria and sent her to the moon, she was charged with three tasks. She originally was in charge of raising the sun, and showering the land with rainbows. But, with the moon being an additional task, she had to hand down the responsibility of rainbows. Celestia entrusted the Pegasi of Cloudsdale to make the rainbows for her, from them on. For the first dozen years, we were được trao powerful Kỳ lân to help create Spectra. Spectra is pure pigment, pure colour. Everything is full of Spectra, but bạn can't just harvest it. bạn can never separate colour from an object. So it was made artificially with magic." The masked ngựa con, ngựa, pony never took her eyes off the Công chúa tóc xù màu hồng, hồng one. "That is, until our hàng đầu, đầu trang engineers made a breakthrough. They discovered an ingenious way to extract pigment, and it was so beautiful even a simple machine could do it. But it couldn't be done with just anything. The conditions had to be right."
"What did those horrible people do," the màu hồng, hồng pegasus screamed, growing angrier bởi the minute.
The mysterious ngựa con, ngựa, pony whipped off her mask, unveiling thêm than her rose eyes. Her skin was a light cyan, and her mane was a gorgeous rainbow. Several of the fillies gasped; Scootaloo's knees weakened as it hit her. It was cầu vồng Dash. Scootaloo's thoughts raced through her mind, and the room started spinning. It couldn't be. An evil twin, maybe. Perhaps some neglected sister. cầu vồng Dash couldn't be this evil. She was her friend, her mentor... her only family, even if not bởi blood. How... How? How was all she could think.
"It had to be live ponies! Only in ponies, where magic and Spectra ran freely together!" cầu vồng Dash threw her head back and laughed maniacally. "Only then could the Spectra be separated! And it was such a beautiful idea, such a wonderfully horrible idea. It worked so well; we could create exponentially thêm rainbows, of better quality with real Spectra. And it finally gave us a way to prevent Cloudsdale from being tainted bởi all those horrible pegasus which couldn't fly! Ahahahah!"
Scootaloo couldn't take it. While all the other ponies were exclaiming their disgust and fear, running and screaming for where they came in, backing off as suited ponies surrounded them and herded them back into the centre of the floor, Scootaloo couldn't take it any more.
"I THOUGHT bạn LOVED ME!" She wailed, cutting cầu vồng Dash's laughter short.
"Huh?" She turned, and noticed the amber-orange pegasus.
"I thought bạn loved me! How could bạn do this to me? I thought bạn cared for me! After all the help... All my life, you've treated me like a little sister! And I treated bạn like my big sister! bạn were my big sister, to me! bạn were the only family I've ever had, and bạn knew it!" Tears were pouring down her face now, obscuring her vision again. Her throat hurt from the crying and shouting, but she couldn't stop. "After... after everything... you're just going to let me die? I tried so hard, for you..."
She stared at the floor for a moment. Everyone was silent. Then Scootaloo looked up slowly, and while she couldn't see for the sadness in her eyes, she looked straight at cầu vồng Dash. Straight into those rosy eyes, past them, and deep into cầu vồng Dash herself.
"I thought... bạn loved me."
cầu vồng Dash returned the look. Her eyes revealed no emotion, no love, no care, only apathy. Slowly, however, they glared at Scootaloo. Pure, seething hate erupted from cầu vồng Dash's mouth, as she screamed in return.
"I DID tình yêu YOU! I tried so hard for you! I taught bạn everything I knew, in hopes bạn would pass your test! bạn had it in bạn kid! I knew... I knew what they did here. Ever since I performed that Sonic Rainboom, and they approached me... They wanted to find thêm ways to make Spectrum. They thought that, if I was capable of making rainbows, I could help them make its components. Well, they couldn't. But I learned a lot about this place. I'm the manager here now, bạn know? I worked my way up, in secret, pretending to only be simple weather control. How do bạn think I could afford that massive house over Ponyville? How do you..."
She trailed, shaking her head, remembering her anger suddenly.
"I tried, alright! It was up to bạn to save yourself! bạn didn't just fail yourself. bạn didn't just fail Cloudsdale. bạn failed me! bạn failed me! And that's the worst thing bạn could have done. bạn aren't just dead to Cloudsdale, now. You're dead to me."
The room tilted as Scootaloo tried to comprehend what she was told. Her mind broke, as she was totally unable to focus on anything. She stumbled slightly, until Orion held open a wing, and she clung to it for stability. cầu vồng Dash noticed this, and pointed and yelled with thêm fury.
"You can't have happiness. bạn ruined me. Now I'll ruin you. Workers! The brown one, there! Him first!"
"No!" Scootaloo, Aurora and Orion all jumped. Suited ponies cornered Orion, pushing the other two to the side. He tried to leap out of the way, to run, but one of the stallions spun around and kicked at him. The hoof connected to his shoulder, and Orion collapsed with a shout.
"Get back," thêm Luật sư đấu trí yelled at Aurora and Scootaloo as they dragged the whimpering Orion to the front of the room. The giant machine at the back started humming to life, and the assembly of chains lifted off the hàng đầu, đầu trang and moved towards the floor. Everyone noticed they were shackles now, and the Luật sư đấu trí clasped Orion into them. Braving a look up, he turned to Scootaloo.
"Don't worry, Scoots. I tình yêu you. Goodbye."
"...Goodbye, Orion," Scootaloo gasped. "I... I tình yêu bạn too."
With that, the chains pulled tight and lifted the brown Pegasus all the way up to the gears. The chains grew taunt, and stretched each of Orion's limbs straight up and down.
"We find the machine works better if the ribs are broken," cầu vồng Dash explained apathetically, as the chains spun around, in opposite directions, twisting Orion. His screams almost covered the echoing 'pop's and shattering noises. One hoặc two jagged Bones tore through his side, and his yells faded to a slow, quiet rattle of breath. The chains untwisted, and then the shackles opened, dropping the shattered ngựa con, ngựa, pony into the single opening.
With horror, Scootaloo watched. Her brain, overcome with what was happening, detached from all emotion. She noticed that the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the machine wasn't rusty. It was blood. Blood, just like what was being tossed up from the mangled remains of Orion, as the rest of his body was swallowed into the great machine, finishing with one lone hoof directed straight up, and then nothing was left.
As the hoses over the Green and Red vats of Spectrum started spewing their brilliant colours, Scootaloo's vision started to fade, and the last thing she noticed was Aurora's concerned, broken voice saying her name as Scootaloo flopped to the side.
"Scootaloo. Get up. Get up, now, hurry, Scootaloo. Wake up! Wake up!"
Scootaloo shook her head, briefly wondering where she was and what was happening. In a flash, it all came back, and she jumped too her feet. Aurora was shaking her, fright encasing her face. The Luật sư đấu trí were starting to approach the two now, tasers and shackles up and ready.
"Scootaloo! They're coming for us! What do we do?"
Scootaloo looked for an opening. All the doors were blocked, except for one. On the scaffolding. The suited ponies were slowly approaching, not rushing in order to prevent the fillies from freaking out. Fear was their tool. Scootaloo spun around, looking for an exit. There was only one, she realized.
"I have a plan," she whispered to Aurora.
"What's that?"
"Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete."
Aurora nodded in understanding, her eyes widening. She repeated, louder now, so the other frightened fillies could hear.
"Clear, Fly, Fall, Complete. Got it."
"One," Scootaloo started counting.
"Two," Aurora squeaked, as she backed into Scootaloo. The Luật sư đấu trí were mere feet away now.
"THREE!" A collective shout reverberated around the room, as every filly that could actually fly took off. The suited ponies gasped and fell back, unsure of where to go. There was too much confusion. A few of the faster thinking ones took off as well, tasers at the ready, aiming at the closest pegasus they could take.
"Step one," Scootaloo screamed. "CLEAR!"
With her command, the 'failures' started targeting the dark ponies in droves. Hooves connected with heads, and while some of the students fell lifeless to the floor, the majority of casualties were the suited ponies. Scootaloo and Aurora landed on the scaffolding, right bởi the door, and reached to open it.
It was locked.
"Oh god, what do we do now?" Aurora cried.
"We're still on Clear!" She shouted, turning around and bucking the door. Aurora followed her, focusing the brunt of her blows on the part of the tường where the latch would be. cầu vồng Dash, on the other side of the scaffolding, recovered from her initial shock of the rebellion, and noticed Scootaloo pounding on the door.
"Kill her," She screamed at the other important looking ponies. "Kill her!" She started to gallop towards the fillies, forgetting her wings momentarily. Scootaloo closed her eyes, pounding harder and harder on the door. It started to creak and splinter.
Any một giây now, she thought, cầu vồng Dash will get here. It's over. I'm doomed. She would have cried, but there were no thêm tears left. But nothing came. The door started to chẻ, phân chia, split from it's frame, now, leaning inward. It wouldn't be long until it was open. She opened her clenched eyes, peeking up at the scaffolding.
All the remaining ponies were there, pressing together, holding the enraged blue Pegasus and her cronies back. They wouldn't last long, however- even as Scootaloo watched, twitching and yelping ponies were falling to the floor below, some even landing in the great maw of the Spectra machine. The màu hồng, hồng ngựa con, ngựa, pony from Levitating Acres was there, and she turned to Scootaloo and Aurora, just as the door blew back into the hall behind.
"Fly," The màu hồng, hồng ngựa con, ngựa, pony demanded with pain in her voice. She opened her mouth to speak again, but was cut short as the pile of Pegasus blew apart, with cầu vồng Dash standing enraged in the opening. She was on her two back hooves, her front two rolling in the air. A small gash down her side leaked red, and her multicoloured mane was torn in a patch. An unearthly howl passed her lips, and her rose eyes were drained of any sanity that was left.
"C'mon Aurora," Scootaloo pleaded as she spun around. "We've got to fly if we're going to live."
"I... I can't. This is too much. I haven't healed." Aurora looked at Scootaloo with wide, open eyes. "You go, Scootaloo. Tell everyone what happens here. Let them know." She glanced back at the tường of students, almost bare now, as cầu vồng Dash's bloodlust tore them to pieces. Her blue áo, áo khoác was now glistening crimson, almost dripping as she ignored the need for live ponies. There would be more. Cloudsdale could take a small shortage of rainbows. In another few months, there would be thêm classes. thêm failures. But for now, all she knew is that Scootaloo had to die, violently if possible.
Decades of working for the cầu vồng Factory had fractured her. She was the only one allowed out in public, and keeping the horrible secret with her since childhood had only lead to psychological problems that no amount of therapy could cure. Scootaloo was her last link on sanity, and her failure had deleted that. There was no logic in her mind any more. No care, no capacity for compassion. Only hate. Pure, concentrated and evil hatred filled the gap her tình yêu for Scootaloo had once occupied. cầu vồng Dash was no more; only this monster remained.
"I hardly knew you, Aurora," Scootaloo cooed softly into the yellow pegasus beside her. "I'm sorry I never knew bạn until all this. I'm sorry we had to meet like this, and I'm sorry we have to part like this." She sniffed. She had found thêm tears.
"Any meeting of a friend is a welcome meeting," Aurora reassured Scootaloo. "Now, bạn heard the other pony. Fly, Scootaloo. Fly. Goodbye."
"...Goodbye, Aurora." With that, Scootaloo, levitated and spun around, looked into the yellow pony's eyes one last time, and launched down the cramped corridor. She had no idea where she was going, but any chance at freedom was one she had to take.
Aurora blinked a couple times, standing in front of the door. cầu vồng Dash would have at least one obstacle in her way to Scootaloo. The blue ngựa con, ngựa, pony tossed the last of the other students over the scaffolding, and slowly walked towards Aurora.
"How cute. bạn think that you, a useless, broken pile of manure could possible stand in my way? bạn really make me laugh! None of bạn can compete with the awesome power I have!"
"Love can overcome all evils in this world!" Aurora straightened herself in rebellion as cầu vồng Dash stopped in front of her. Aurora stayed in front of Dash, barring her entry down the corridor beyond.
"Well, then, bitch. Let's see if tình yêu will overcome this one."
And with that, cầu vồng Dash grabbed one of Aurora's bandaged wings and pulled, tearing it off of her completely. Aurora collapsed on to her knees, grinding her teeth in horrible pain. But she didn't scream. She wouldn't give in to cầu vồng Dash. cầu vồng grabbed her other wing, and dragged her kicking and moaning down to the centre of the scaffolding. She lifted Aurora up bởi the wing, laughing quietly to herself as the look of intense agony appeared on Aurora's face. cầu vồng Dash took to the air, bringing the squirming yellow and green ngựa con, ngựa, pony with her, over hàng đầu, đầu trang of the machine. With a squeak of evil laughter, she jerked at the wing in her hoof. It, too, disconnected from the now convulsing pegasus, and Aurora fell. She landed head first.
The door on the scaffolding closed with a gust of wind, just as the machine began pumping out the brightest greens and yellows it had ever produced. And there was no one around to see it.
Scootaloo glanced backwards momentarily, her tim, trái tim pounding. The noise of the constant thump thump thump drowned out any other sound in her head, her ears throbbing along with it. The corridor was just like the one that lead to the theater room, cramped, with dozens of obstacles jutting out at ngẫu nhiên intervals. Straight behind her, maybe 500 metres now, the bloody mare that used to be cầu vồng Dash was cruising along herself. Both pegasi were completely straight, hooves forward, wings beating at an impossible count, one trying to escape, the other to capture. Scootaloo looked phía trước, chuyển tiếp again, focusing on what lie ahead of her.
That's all that matters, she thought. What's ahead of me. There's no changing what's behind me. Ignore it. Focus.
For the một giây time in as many days, a flood of instinct overtook Scootaloo, and despite the terror she felt in her body, the sorrow that had surrounded her, and the evil behind her, her worries melted away and the thought of flying encased her very being. Down under wires and pipes she ducked, up and around various workers whose complaints and shouts were ignored, only to be repeated momentarily as the raging ngựa con, ngựa, pony behind collided with them.
Her body doing the flying, Scootaloo's thoughts turned to escape opportunities. She whipped around sharp corners at impossible speeds, zipped up and down countless sets of stairs, trying to shake her murderous tail, but to no avail. She contemplated every nook and cranny she passed, briefly considering hiding. She struck that idea down; as insane as cầu vồng Dash may be, she was still too smart to overlook any possible spot Scootaloo may be.
But there, ahead of her, Scootaloo thought she found a solution. A garbage vent of some kind, sticking out from the wall, down to the floor below. Momentarily she gave thought to where it may lead, whether out of the factory hoặc into some incinerator she couldn't tell, but it was probably worth the risk. She snuck one last glance behind her to make sure the unstable mare was far away enough. cầu vồng Dash was paying no attention to any hazard as she sought her prey, tearing through electrical wires and ricocheting off heated pipes, going through any obstacle rather than around it to save time, but the collisions had slowed her down enough to give Scootaloo a chance. She slammed to a sudden halt over the open vent, hoping for her life.
"Fall," she muttered, closing her eyes and her wings, resisting the urge to start flapping immediately. She counted silently to herself as shadows rushed past her closed eyes, hoping for the best of where this vent lead. One, Two, Three. She opened her eyes and her wings, and looked up, hovering.
cầu vồng Dash was up above, looking down into the vent. Her eyes were buggy and twitched, her hooves pounded on the edge of the vent. She was too large to follow, the filly having barely made it in herself.
Scootaloo kept crawling through the vents, and then she saw a way out of the factory. Using it, she escaped. However she was not out of the woods yet. The Pegasi working there would look for her. She decided the best place to go would be either to Twilight's hoặc Celestia's castle.
After fourty minutes, Scootaloo decided Twilight's place would be the best option. She could tell her about what was happening, and try to turn cầu vồng Dash back to normal, while finding a different way to make Rainbows.
Twilight was sleeping when she heard somepony knocking on her door, and to her surprise, it was Scootaloo. "Man what do bạn want?" the purple unicorn asked?
Scootaloo then told Twilight about everything, and how cầu vồng Dash tried to kill her. Twilight was shocked, but she had a plan.
Back at the factory a ngựa con, ngựa, pony walked up to cầu vồng Dash with a letter. "What is it?" Dash asked. The ngựa con, ngựa, pony showed cầu vồng Dash the letter. It was from Twilight
Dear cầu vồng Dash
Pinkie Pie is throwing a party at my house. Come on over, I know bạn can't resist.
Your best friend, Twilight Sparkle
cầu vồng couldn't miss out on a party thrown bởi Pinkie Pie, they were the best. So she left the factory, telling others to watch it for her until she returned.
Meanwhile at Twilight's, "Man she should be here soon." "Really?" "Yeah man. Get upstairs!"
Twilight was informing Scootaloo about what was going on. Eventually cầu vồng Dash made it, and was greeted bởi Twilight. "Where's everypony else?" cầu vồng Dash asked.
Instead of answering her câu hỏi Twilight used a spell to strap down cầu vồng Dash. She couldn't move. "Now we see how bạn like being killed for rainbows!" Twilight shouted. cầu vồng was getting nervous, and started shouting, "Alright!! I'm sorry!! I won't do it again!" "Man dat's thêm like it!" Twilight replied, and let cầu vồng Dash go.
Several days later, Princess Celestia was informed about the cầu vồng Factory, and how the rainbows were being created. Once the information started leaking out into other cities, the factory closed for good.
Scootaloo took her flight exam again, and passed. She now flies where ever she wants.
Everypony working in the cầu vồng Factory, including cầu vồng Dash were sentenced to jail for 30-60 days. Some tried to escape, and were executed.
Twilight Sparkle found a way to make rainbows without killing others. Yes, it's bởi casting a spell.
The End
What to expect in this episode.
Captain Jefferson: There are reports being made about a silver Honda drifting on the streets of this town. We need to put a stop to it.
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Toby: So bạn think bạn can build a better layout then Tim, huh?
Julia: bạn better believe it.
Toby: And bạn won't need help from anypony?
Julia: I can do it all bởi myself. You, Tim, and everypony will tình yêu it.
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ngựa con, ngựa, pony On Motorcycle: *Does a wheelie, and goes on a car. He goes airborne, and lands on a Nissan Skyline police car*
Intro
Song: link
Julia: *Driving her police car on the round freeway*
Tim: *Sitting tiếp theo to her*
Gran Turismo
Starring Larry Wilcox as Tim Miller
cầu vồng Dash as Julia Rose
Tim: *Talks on the radio*
Julia: *Increases speed in the car while turning on the police lights*
Also starring Sean Jefferson from SeanTheHedgehog
Toby Linnehan from SeanTheHedgehog
And Red Velvet from Dragonaura15
Captain Jefferson: There are reports being made about a silver Honda drifting on the streets of this town. We need to put a stop to it.
---
Toby: So bạn think bạn can build a better layout then Tim, huh?
Julia: bạn better believe it.
Toby: And bạn won't need help from anypony?
Julia: I can do it all bởi myself. You, Tim, and everypony will tình yêu it.
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ngựa con, ngựa, pony On Motorcycle: *Does a wheelie, and goes on a car. He goes airborne, and lands on a Nissan Skyline police car*
Intro
Song: link
Julia: *Driving her police car on the round freeway*
Tim: *Sitting tiếp theo to her*
Gran Turismo
Starring Larry Wilcox as Tim Miller
cầu vồng Dash as Julia Rose
Tim: *Talks on the radio*
Julia: *Increases speed in the car while turning on the police lights*
Also starring Sean Jefferson from SeanTheHedgehog
Toby Linnehan from SeanTheHedgehog
And Red Velvet from Dragonaura15
