Equestria 2500: Dawn of Chaos

Teal gives the shipkeeper a rather curious look, wondering just what form of technology Homeworld is using. Surely they haven't invented a technology that's as ecologically safe as Harmonia's, have they?
Very good, I'll be departing in just a moment. he replies in the Lightreader's mind.

Leaving his seat, Teal finishes off his beverage and reattaches the flower to it's stem, allowing it to bloom as before. I'll be leaving Elder Ember Shard in charge, he indicates to a normally timid, though brilliant unicorn elder. Be sure to keep everyone in line while I'm away. he says.

Taking three steps forwards, Teal stands still to allow the planeshifter to bring him aboard the Homeworld ship.
I leave the mothership and her children in your care, may the spirits of life safeguard you! he bids farewell to his crew with a hoof to his heart.

The reply to the Sheriff was almost immediate as the audio came to life. "Defense Fleet, this is Ranger Station 53, we copy, Defense Fleet. Clearance code transmission has been confirmed. Welcome home, Sheriff. Docking Bay 30 is open as usual. Permission to dock granted, over."

*****

Everyone aboard the Harmonian ship saluted as the planeshifter enveloped the Herdfather. There was a sensation of falling inwards, then outwards...

Teal was released from the protective embrace of the plant like structure as spacetime reconstituted itself, revealing the bridge of the Homeworld diplomatic starship. Despite that there was what looked like metal, for some reason it didn't feel like ordinary planet-mined and planet-forged alloy. Neither was there dead plastic or plastic composites as far as he could see.

All this was, of course, merely backdrop to the main event: the main diplomats of Homeworld. Each of the Princesses, along with the diplomats, were standing politely on one side of the bridge, allowing the leader of Harmonia room to stand comfortably. Each bowed as deeply as was appropriate for their rank in relation to the Herdfather as he turned to them.

"Welcome aboard, Herdfather Teal."

*****

Tech sighed, leaning against a wall. "I do not know everything. There are some things even I dare not attempt to comprehend, not yet. But to answer your question... yes. The attack on your ship, and on your mother's ship, are both related, as is your dream of the Phoenix."

He turned and looked seriously at his grandson. "Cosmic, what if I told you that we are not alone in the universe? That there ARE sentient beings not originating from Sol, and that many are not only hostile, but technologically so advanced that it would not be too far off the mark to describe them as 'gods'? For this is the state of things. You should know from your time as a student about the energy-information equivalence theorem. The entire universe, everything that exists, may be described as nothing more than vast, almost infinite amounts of information. And that information, my grandson, cannot be created or destroyed as far as we know... but it CAN be manipulated."

Cosmic says, "Yes grandpa I remember. I also know that your ability and my minor ability in it function on a similar carrier wave. as does most technical related thing. I feel even my gained magic from the gas exposure is part of it. But as you said neither you nor I understand it all. what must I do grandpa? Everything seams to be happening now for a reason." As cosmic talks with his grandpa the data pad cosmic has pings and incoming message alert. due to the data field it is barely audible. "Grandpa, what is that sound? is it coming from inside here with us?" Cosmic checks his data pad and the Icon for the rebirth symbol program is glowing slightly. Cosmic hands to his grandpa the data pad and says, "I wander why it is acting funny now. isn't this a closed data space?"

Yellow's ears perked up and a bright sparkle came to her eyes as Stone told her to get ready to fly. "All right!" she replied happily, and started toward the TC's opening--and paused. "W-wait... Stone? Stone, I can't fly a pelican! I haven't run the simulators, read a manual, anything! It's easy enough to find the landing gear switch, but this isn't a conventional single-pilot transport. Am I supposed to just 'wing it'?" she asked in disbelief. ...In all reality, her confidence was probably unnecessary... if she was set in that pilot seat and ordered to fly the pelican, she'd likely figure out all the basic controls within the first thirty seconds, picking up more advanced tricks during flight. Nonetheless, Yellow Light didn't look very happy to be getting sent on a flight without a single run in the simulator.

Yellow calmed down... and even began to cheer up. She could sit in the pilot seat and watch every control as it was moved by the AI!
With that thought in mind, she jumped to it and started helping Rose prep the pelican for imminent takeoff. If there had been any flaws in the repair job, though... "Stone!" she called after him just before he left the hangar. "Make sure they bring parachutes... y'know... just in case," she said awkwardly, tipping her head at the newly refurbished pelican. She let him get back to his job and returned to hers. She scrubbed storage oil out of the newly installed engine nacelles, checked all the rotating segments of the craft, and began refueling it.

Buckeye and a few of his officers strode into the space station. Buckeye signals his officers to have a bit of free time in the space station before he meets with the commanding officer of the station.

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The recruits are seen entering into the hangar bays, with their basic training gears. A few of the recruits, who already have chosen their ships, await for their passengers and await the signal to take-off. A small group of recruits board into Yellow's Pelican. Stone and Flame takes the last available seats on the Pelican. Before Stone sat down, he went up to the cockpit and gave Yellow her new training gear, which consists of the standard military training uniform, Military ID, and a a magnum. "You might want to have this if want to officially fly one of these things. And it looks as if you might train in the military boot camps. Rose, get Gregor started on the Pelican." Rose nods and works on the Pelican systems. A hologram pops out of the console. It looks like an old aviation pegasus. "Hello there Miss Rose. I much appreciate it that you brought me back to this Pelican here, but might I ask why?" Rose tilts her head towards Yellow and the pegasus AI notices. "Oh hello there, didn't see ya. My name is Gregor and I'm the designated flight combat AI of the Phoenix Dawn. And if I may ask, what is your name?"

Yellow accepted the magnum reluctantly, making sure there was an active safety on the weapon.  "Everything's hooves-on training around here, eh?" she giggled as Stone flipped a few switches and connected something.  When Gregor popped up from the dashboard's holographic display, Yellow's ears perked up.  "Classy outfit there," she complimented when the ai finished introducing itself.  "My name is Yellow Light," she replied, "And if you're looking me up in any directories, you'll probably be disappointed, since this is my first day.  ...And my first flight!  Where do we begin?" she asked in high spirits, buckling into the pilot seat after donning her new uniform.