Friendship is Brainstorming XVI: Sweet Sixteen

Do it for every pony we have a name for.

Hmm, how many ponies do we have a name for, now that I ponder?

Nope . . . I think. I got this nagging feeling like I may have read it before, but if I did I clearly didn't consider it very memorable.

Actually, America in the 1920s and Equestria have a fair bit in common, especially with their leaders.

I concur. I've yet to read a Harry-fic in which great power did not equal great insanity.

WARNING!

INCOMING COOL TRAIN!

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It was cold. Unfathomable cold, unspeakably cold.

Rainbow Dash shivered, and pushed herself to go faster still, the icy wind biting into what flesh wasn't numb. It had been a risky move, to go scouting alone, but it had been a calculated risk. She was the fastest pegasus they knew, and to pair her up with anyone else would have only slowed her down, something one couldn't allow in a scouting mission, where speed was essential.

How was she supposed to know that a War Train would come out of nowhere, hidden beneath a pile of snow on the tracks, just as she turned to head back? That she'd be forced to climb up, away from bursts of flak and tracers , skimming the layer of murderous icy cloud that hung over everything?

The thought of what would've happened if she hadn't been wearing her protective parding, stuffed full of fire potions, sent another chill down her spine, to join those caused by the cold.

She swiftly banished those thought from her mind. This was no different than the obstacle courses of the Flight School, and she didn't have the benefit of this barding then. She would live.

Her wings beat furiously, even though she had lost her persuers hours ago. She had to make haste, otherwise her warning would be meaningless.

After what seemed like an eternity and a half, she spotted a shape in the distance, barely visible in the faltering light. The shape grew as it became nearer and nearer and became more and more detailed.

It was a massive locomotive, kilometers long and as tall as a building, smokestacks belching soot, smoke and fire. Sleek and shiny, is barreled over the tracks, plowing through snowdrifts, showering the countryside with ice. Enormous wheels, driven by steam pistons, drove if forward, pulling a kilometer-long train of enormlous wagons behind it. Each of those wagons served its own purpose. Housing for the train's inhabitants, fortified barracks or gun emplacements for its defenders, hydroponics for its farmers, stables for the mammoths, prisions for the criminals and slaves, storage for food, goods and materials, factories, shopping districts, entertainment... it was a city. A city that could mover faster than some pegasi.

It was the Transarctica, Dash's adoptive home. They'd taken her in after after she'd been left to freeze by her squadmates after a raid gone wrong. They'd given her food, shelter and a warm bed, and Dash was oathbound to repay them.

She reached down, with her mouth, and grabbed a small cylinder strapped to the chest of her barding. Holding it in her teeth, she hit the other end with a hoof, causing it to burst into life in a shower of purple sparks.

She waved the flare about, until a coresponding light was lit on the roof of one of the wagons. She angled herself for a dive, heading straight towards it. In her exhaustion and frost-addled mind, she tried to slow down too late, and crashed right into it.

Pain blossomed in what parts of her weren't numb. Growling, she spat out the flare, and lurched to her hooves to meet the clatter of hooves coming towards her. Standing up with as much dignity as she could, she raised her head to look at who was approaching. It was a lavander unicorn with the odd, bizzarre name of Twilight Sparkle, covered from head to tail in thick clothing.

The unicorn hurried to her side, calling out. "Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash!" she called, "What happened? What did you see? Are you hurt?"

"Ambush." Dash replied, in an exhausted monotone, "About a day and a half out, dead ahead. Iron Union wartrain, armed with cannons, machine guns and three squadrons of pegasi and gryphons. Heavy anti-air."

Having delivered her message, Rainbow Dash allowed herself the luxury of passing out, out of frostbit and exhaustion.

Some men just want to see the world burn by their own hand.

And some of us are lazy and hand out packs of matches to the very excitable persons with short attentions spans. Same result, far less work.

thanks for clearing that up.

SB, Y U no discuss my post?

Well, the inspiration universe is rather silly. Everypony is going to die when the coal runs out, after all, and they all freeze to death.

It was well-written and badass. Interesting the train as its own self-contained city, but the inevitable question; what happens when it runs out of track?

In the Transarctica game, the tracks cover the entire world.

Yes, it's absurdly silly, but so are a lot of things.

Meh, not too silly. I've seen sillier.

Everything in 40K, for instance.

It was very badass.
And maybe it lays its own track, like the Den-Liner from Den-O?
EDIT- And ninja'd by Ix.

I've just come from an sci-fi Exalted thread where they were discussing playing Pool with asteroids and planets. Somebody suggested using suns instead, but it was generally decided that it was overkill.

So yeah, much sillier things out there then a giant train-city.

... For some odd reason I am now imagining a MLP:FiM/Nightbane cross...

Got bored, so here's an idea.

In so many grimdark fics, it's Rainbow Dash who gets the worse treatment. So, Rainbow Dash has now been tasked with the job of eliminating the world of these grimdark abominations. Along with her assistant Scootaloo, she now goes throughout the Multiverse, defending Equestria again and again from the likes of Pinkamina and Lil' Miss Rarity.

This sounds so much better in my head. (Then again, Rainbow Dash has Thor's Hammer in my head as well.)

Well, if Dash gets Mjolnir, Scoots needs to get the Iron Pony Mrk 8 armor.

Yeah... There's a problem with the logic. Allow me to simplify:

Rainbow Dash always gets the worst treatment, so now Rainbow Dash has to go slaughter the aboninations that treat her like that.

Sounds like punishment rather than reward.

It would be more poetic justice if one of the slaughterers got stuck in a position of having to take out the psychopaths.

Hm... Nightmare Moon as a Nightlord? Has... potential...

*Throws the proverbial money at screen* Make the pony multiverse lighter and happier!

So Dash has the power of Thor Odinson(Marvel Version?)?
I approve of this idea, it must be written!
TAKE MY MONEY! MAKE THE MULTIVERSE A BETTER PLACE!

Except Dash has the god-hammer.

"Hey, ASSHOLE! You killed me horribly!" *Carthatic Thwack-OOOM!* "Oh, Luna I love this job."

That's the idea. And I could get behind Scootaloo getting the Iron Man suit.

... As long as he beats the crap out of Patty Cakes Fluttershy, I have no problem.

... Now then, what Nightbane Morphus suits each of the Mane 6 I wonder...