HyperSpace HyperWars 1

Anonymous,

I've read your proposal. First of all, I'd like to humbly thank you for considering me in this enterprise. I can also understand why you wish to have someone of authority as a patron, though little power I might have.

I can see that what you wish to do would be considered revolutionary, as silly as that might seem. Many will not like it, and I have a feeling that there will be those that will try to stop you. Stay firm, do not give up. Even if this fails I feel that it will do some good for stallions as a whole

I will do my best to give you the funding you need. I wager it won't be enough, but I trust you'll make do. May Harmony help you, Anon.

Yours,

Shining Armor

>You reread the letter, fingers running against the royal seal at the bottom
>A grin slowly formed on your face
"Looks like the hard part is over," you murmured aloud, rolling the scroll up
>Standing up, you placed it into your coat pocket
>This was good news
>Better than good news
>This was the first purposeful step into something awesome
>It was probably going to crash and burn
>Who knows?
>Trying and fucking this up is gonna be a million times better than what you've been doing since you got to horseland
>A cook, a cleaning maid, teacher's aide
>All of it fucking sucked, and no one would hire you for anything else
>"Everything else was mare's work" they said, along with , "we wouldn't want you getting hurt, dear."
>So you were going to try this
>And, hopefully, fuck some shit up
>Months and months of planning had gone into this
>You had an outline, a skeleton, but you were only one man
>A man with an idea yes, but you needed more
>Dozens, possibly hundreds of people
>Today, you had gotten the help of someone very important
>Now, you needed to go out and get another
>You found yourself whistling as you collected an armful of papers before heading out the door
>You had an appointment today, and needed to get there a bit early to get ready

>You found yourself whistling a tune as you walked outside
>It was a bright, sunny day
>Horses were walking about doing horse things
>You navigate the crowds, said hello to poners here and there, trying to make good time
>"Anon?"
>You stopped, turning to see Twi Sporklight staring at you with narrowed eyes
"Your highness," you said with a low, sweeping bow. "How can I help you today?"
>"Where are you going? What's with those papers? You're not up to anything, are you?" the princess asked, obviously suspicious
"Up to something? Why on earth would I be up to anything?"
>"Because you're you."
>That got a chuckle out of you
"Actually, I have a meeting to get to. I'm thinking about opening a business you see, and I need to interview some help."
>Twilight's eyes narrowed until they looked like they were closed
>"You? A business owner?"
"Yep."
>"What sort of business?"
"I wanna make a kind of toy."
>"Toys?"
"Yes ma'am. A collection of toys really."
>You made a show of looking at the non-existent watch on your wrist
"Will you look at the time. I really gotta be going, but I'll see you around soon, alright, Twilight."
>Twilight slowly nodded
>"Alright... but be good, Anon."
"Nope."
>Before she could say anything else, you darted away
>Your interview was at Ponyville's only restaurant
>It was sorta a shithole
>Not omnivore friendly at all
>But it was either here or Sugarcube Corner, and you didn't want Ponk finding out about this
>That mare was as bad of a gossip as Rarara...
>Finding a table, you sat in a chair far too small for you, setting your papers down
>"My, my, late? And here you went through all the trouble bothering poor Fluttershy to have me be here."
>There was a puff of chocolate milk-flavored smoke
>You looked up to see Discord sitting in front of you, arms crossed, looking a little irritated
>"Shame on you," the draconequus continued. "This is a very POOR first impression, were a lesser Lord of Chaos, I might have left."
>He snapped his claw

>The pitcher of water a waiter was carrying on her back floated into the air toward the two of you
>Two cups appeared, and the water was poured
>Discord picked up his glass, and the water turned into chocolate milk
>He took a sip, somehow drinking the glass
>"Luckily for you, I'm in a very GOOD mood today."
>You took a sip of your own water
>You were twenty minutes early, you knew that, but there was no need to point that out
>Discord was just busting your balls like usual
"Thanks for coming here, Discord. Really," you said, setting your glass down. "I'm sure you're wondering why I invited you here."
>"I am curious actually," the draconequus admitted. "Fluttershy wouldn't tell me why you wanted me here, she also wouldn't let me hop into your nogging to see either."
>Making a mental note to thank Flutters later, you leaned forward
"I could go ten minutes beating around the bush with you, but I'll cut to the chase--"
>"Beating bushes? How vulgar."
"Shut up please. I'm thinking of starting up something big, something this world's never seen before, and I need your help."
>Discord raised an eyebrow
>"You need my help? Whatever for?"
"With a lot of stuff honestly, but for starters I need someone that can use magic to teleport a bunch of stone and earth away."
>"And why not have one of your pony pals do it? I'm sure Twilight would be--"
>"Twilight can't know about this. If she finds out she'll nip this whole thing in the bud before it gets off the ground. I want to have everything ready before she realizes anything."
>Discord, finishing his glass, tossed the chocolate milk over his shoulder
>It turned into a fish that swam away through the air
>"Keeping secrets from out glorious leader? Anon, dear, you know just what to say. If I might ask though, what will you be making?"
"Toys. Models really. Models for a game."
>"A game?"

"A game unlike any that Equus has ever seen. A game where Friendship isn't Magic, where the good guy doesn't win, where no one knows who the good guy even is. A place where everything is war, and the future is grim."
>You reached into your notes, grabbing a particular paper and sliding it to him
>You weren't much of an artist, but you were able to draw a bit
>The drawing on the page was of a stallion in armor
>At his side was a gun
>His face was scarred, and one of his ears looked like it had been bitten off
>There was a snarl on his face, eyes filled with rage
>Above the picture were the words HyperSpace HyperWars
"They shall be my finest warriors, these stallions who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war I shall forge them. They shall be of iron will and steely sinew. In great armour I shall clad them and with the mightiest weapons shall they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe will best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Equinty. They are my Space Warriors...and they shall know no fear."
>Discord looked at the picture for several seconds
>"That is... interesting. I suppose this will be for little fillies?"
"Nope. It's for colts ages twelve to sixty-six."
>The Spirit of Chaos's eyes widened
>A grin came to his face as he realized what you wanted to do
>"Oh Anon, you beautiful, wonderful, chaotic little creature. This will shake things up, I can feel it in my tail. Are you sure we aren't somehow related?"
"So, are you interested in helping?"
>"You had me at hello," Discord said, spreading his arms out wide. "Now what do we need to do?"