:o
Apparently, I impressed someone with that crossover fanfic. They made this totally epic imagining of it as a video game start screen.
I'm totally blown away.
When I saw that picture, I just wished that they had put a Valkyrie on there plus some humans.
...Finally got around to reading Prillotashekta's crossover...
And then I had a bit of free time. I blame him for this.
Galatea 3081
Old Bob's Repair Shop
Robert "Old Bob" Edgar had seen many things in his life as a mechanic working on mechs. He had once seen a lance of Golaiths painted green that worked for a merc company called Turtle Power: that command were apparently shredded by a Saki's Slaughters. And there was the time that he repaired a mech command called Daddy's Girls who painted their mechs white with what appeared to be a school uniform motif. Those poor girls got mauled by a group called the Dark Moon Battalion out past the Taurian Concordat. But he had never seen a pink mech with what appeared to be a pink pony painted on it. "Where did this group of mercs come from?" After stroking his beard after asking the question, Old Bob laughed. "Even the Canopians Mechs have more testerone than this mech."
His young eager assitant ran up ruffling through several pieces of paper. "Well the Mercenary command comes from the Federated Suns." Old Bob shook his head. "They don't make Davions like they use to." He pulled out his acturator tuner from his gold vest. "Well, I guess Pinkie Pie and I are going to get close and friendly since we need to keep going. Did that Dragoon Contract contract through Edgar."
After the Dragoons had lost Outreach, they had to get some repairs from some dustoff from the Blakest Jihad, and Old Bob thanks to a pal of a pal was going to get some repair work from the rememnants of the Dragoons. This 'Pinkie Pie' was the last mech before the Dragoons' money started flowing into the shop.
So Old Bob pulled off the panel to start working. After opening the panel, he found something that made no sense. It was a photo, but it made no sense. The pink pony that was on the chest of the mech was in a crowd of other ponies and standing with the pilot that he had seen from afar when Edgar was finalzing the repair contract. Old Bob had seen many faked photos over the year. Most were easy to see where the photo had been manipulated. But one of the ponies had a wicker basket in its mouth. Another was wearing a hat. A HAT! Old Bob couldn't understand what he was seeing.
Old Bob started to sweat. He knew he hadn't walked in that hot sun to the shop. He pulled out of the panel a bit shakened. "Edgar, I don't ask question of most of my clients, but I think you need to call my daughter to finish work on this mech." Edgar shyed. "Bob, Tabitha has the day off." Bob looked up at Edgar. "I don't care. Tell her that daddy is retiring." That shocked Edgar who immediately went back to the office to call Tabitha. Old Bob just sat back wishing that he had a stiff drink at the moment. He looked up at 'Pinkie Pie'. "I've seen men killed by the millions, Jihads, Crusades, and even tales of horrible monsters in the Periphery. I've seen a man's flesh burned off right next to me when I was in the Fourth Succession War." Muttering under his breath, Bob mumbled, "Damn Panther." And then he pointed at Pinkie Pie. "But I draw the line at colorful ponies wearing hats somewhere in the universe. That's the last straw."
(With all apologies, the idea just popped into my head.)
