I sighed as I looked up at the sky. As the sun was setting, the moon was out and the first stars were stepping out into the sky.
The light pollution on Equus was nearly nonexistent, even here on the edge of Manehattan. The warehouse’s parking lot area, if you could call it that and not just a small expanse of concrete, had a pretty good view of the night sky.
“Hmmm… Yeah, I can definitely see what you’re getting at.”
“You see the spot?” I asked.
“Yes,” Coxa replied.
“And you think we’ll have enough room?”
“There’s enough for what you’re asking, but not much more.”
“That’s fine. All we really need to be sure of is that the love we’re transporting isn’t discovered. If the alcohol is found, then… We can deal with jail time, fines, what have you.”
Coxa popped his head up from the side of the pulled cart. I was lying prone on my back on the back of the empty cart while Coxa was examining the front part.
“I’m certain we can fit these hidden compartments. There’s plenty of space under the seats. The rest of the cargo can go in those crates you bought and had the lings modify.”
“That’s good to hear,” I said through a yawn, and readjusted myself to try to get comfortable on the wooden floor of the cart. “How soon can the first carts and crates be ready to receive the shipments? We’ve already got orders lined up and waiting.”
“I can get a team together to start the retrofitting tonight. So… tomorrow, you’ll have enough carts for what you need. By the end of the week, all the carts and crates should be fixed up and ready to break laws.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I said with a smile.
“Have you put thought into diversifying the methods of gettin’ shit from one place to another?”
“Some…”
I didn’t look into purchasing ships or negotiating contracts for sea smugglers as I viewed it as inferior to simply bringing in alcohol already produced in Equestria, but I kept my ear out for opportunities. There was some famous American family that made their money off importing alcohol during the Prohibition, I think it was the Kennedies. But with the carts we had– both the land-based and the enchanted ones that could be pulled by pegasi in the air, we could begin moving things to and fro.
We had gotten good deals on all of them, as one of the changelings within the Fifth were good acquaintances with what had to be a fence. Being wanted by the law already nudged us towards the disreputable parts of Equestria, and that was just aces for setting up this business.
“Heya Phasma?”
“Coxa.”
“When this whole thing is off the ground and bringing in bits, how are we going to… use them?”
I rolled my head to look at him as we talked.
“Well, It’ll be one huge fund that will be the main income for the Fifth Hive’s government for a while. From that fund, we can dispense bits out to changelings who need them for a good purpose.”
“No plans on making a hoard for yourself that would turn a dragon green with envy?”
“Of course not. Not at first, at least.”
“So if I were to ask for the money to create my own business…?”
“I’d say that would be fine, as long as the money gets paid back.”
“Cool, Cool…”
I was curious, “What business are you thinking of creating?”
“Hm? Oh, I don’t know. I’m still rather new to this whole capitalism thing. Nothing like it back in the hive. Shit, the way things are going, I’m probably going to be too busy with the Fifth Hive to do anything like that, anyways. You’d probably drown in paperwork without me. Crash and burn. No survivors.”
“You’re probably not wrong.”
“Still, I’m glad to hear that it’s an option,” Coxa said.
A silver oval emerged from behind one of the high rises of Manehattan. An airship, soaring high above the cityscape.
‘Hmmm….’
“I’ll go get the team assembled, then. Don’t fall asleep out here in the open, Phasma.”
“Yeah yeah. Don’t overwork yourself Coxa, we can afford delays. In fact, after the first batch of carts are modified, take a day off.”
“Sounds good, boss.”
I heard his hoofsteps as he walked towards the warehouse. I laid there for a moment longer, thinking.
‘I’ve never been on a dirigible before. I wonder if I can find some excuse to buy one. Maybe I should even look into hiring a Captain or two to smuggle for me… I guess I’ll look into that when I eventually get to the point where I’m importing booze from other nations around Equestria.’
The Manehattan Guard reared back and bucked the door down. The old wooden thing, rotting on its hinges, collapsed inwards with a spray of splinters and mold spores. The guards then rushed in, yelling unintelligible commands. The whole thing was… amateurish. There was no organization. No plan. No elegance. It looked like it was a breach and clear method reverse engineered from testimonies from ponies in Canterlot, who were on the receiving end of changelings breaking down doors and clearing their homes with expert efficiency. The whole thing seemed far more chaotic than it should have been.
I nudged Double Diamond from behind, and nodded towards Thorax. We were wearing disguises while going out shopping.
“Come on, let’s get a move on.”
Diamond hesitantly started walking forwards, but kept his focus on the raid across the street.
“Eyes forward, Diamond. I don’t want to attract unnecessary attention.”
“What’s going on over there?” He asked.
“Nothing that concerns us.”
Reluctantly, Diamond tore his gaze away.
“Why are they doing that?”
“Who knows?” I asked. “It could be a tip off for a changeling there– though there isn’t any, it could be a warrant for an arrest, or it could be because whoever lives in that building pissed off Daybreaker personally.”
“Guards are supposed to protect ponies,” Diamond shook his head.
Thorax tried to reassure Diamond, “As long as we stick together, we’ll get through anything that gets in our way. I know we will.”
Diamond grinned, “Thanks, Nimble. I’d never have thought that this is what the world was coming to, but… Is it wrong that I’m kinda glad? You know, if it hadn’t turned out this way…”
“... We would have never met,” Thorax finished.
They started to lean in towards each other.
“Hey you two, not to interrupt or anything, but where exactly is this sports shop that we’re heading to?”
“Just a couple blocks down,” Diamond replied, still leaning towards Thorax.
And then they kissed.
‘Great, happiness. How disgusting; I’d rather be watching the guards violate ponies’ rights than watch these two.’
“How do the boots fit?” Diamond asked.
I lifted my right two legs and shook them.
“It feels wrong to have all four limbs dedicated to skis.”
“Ha! The pros use only their hindlegs for skis, and use their forelegs for poles. But you’re not a pro.”
‘I take it snowboards don’t exist then. Makes sense, it’d be impossible to use. How would they stand on one? Which legs would it be under? Why bother when skis are the superior way of traversing snow?’
“You don’t know that. For all you know, I could be the next… uh… I don’t know enough about Equestrian culture to make references. Whatever, just pretend I said something clever.”
“That would be a huge stretch of the imagination,” Thorax replied from behind one of the standing shelves of skis and ski poles. There was a loud series of clacks as he picked some up, inspected them, and put them back on the rack.
“Disparaging me is C– Face Value’s job. You’re supposed to be cute, cuddly, and hopelessly naive. The boots do seem to fit well. They don’t move when I shake my hooves, they aren’t too tight. And they don’t look bad.”
‘Even if they didn’t fit, I could just shapeshift into a hoof size to make them.’
The boots were black. You know, like chitin. Diamond shook his head slowly at the obvious joke.
“Right, dude. Now we pick out some skis and a helmet.”
A little while later, Diamond and I were sitting by the checkout with my selected winter gear. Thorax was deeper in the large sports store, looking at potential gear for himself. Diamond chose to ask a few questions that must have been bugging him.
‘Heh, bug.’
“So Expected… Thorax told me you were doin’ somethin’ that would bring around a profit. Something about a new business?”
“Yeah. It’s in a market with no competition, so there should be ample opportunity to make a profit.”
“I was never much for the numbers part of running a business. That’s why my sister is the one who is inheriting our family’s business.”
“What business is that?”
“They’re engineers. They work on things here and there, but their true passion is inventing. I couldn’t manage the bookkeeping side of things, let alone the actual engineering, but last I checked they were completely knee-deep into their latest project. Something with all sorts of doodads, from transistors to those glass tube things.”
“I.. wasn’t aware Equestria had electronics.”
He shrugged, “For the most part, we don’t. It’s just a thing in engineering labs. But they’re convinced they’re about to find a use for electronics that will actually compete against magic-related competition: long range communication.”
“Radio,” I whispered.
“What did you say?”
“Ah, doesn’t matter. What matters is that I think your parents are going to be successful. You said that they have to compete against magic items?”
“Course. That’s why there are no big generators powering cities or whatever, dude. Why use up all that room, supplies, fuel, and make all that noise and smoke when four enchanted things will do the job?”
“That’s a very limited view on the potential of electricity, but I guess it’s warranted?”
“Yeah.” Diamond looked around us before asking his next question, “How exactly do you even know about electricity? It’s kinda a thing only for engineers and whomever they rope into listening into their nonsense. Not even Canterlot really cares about it, except for the most advanced machines they use. You’re from pretty much the opposite of Canterlot.”
“I uh… it doesn’t matter.”
He frowned, “It’s just, that’s not something that comes into everyday conversation. It’s like stopping a pony on the street and asking them about... I dunno, it’s weird! You especially. Nimble said you aren’t old. In fact, he said you were…”
“He wasn’t lying.”
“That doesn’t make any sense though.”
“It’s complicated. I’d rather not talk about it.”
“So you do know why you’re like this?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
After a minute, Thorax arrived, holding his skis, helmet, and extra padding under his wings.
“They were out of cyan skis, so I got red ones instead. Look Expected, they match my brother’s colors!”
“They look nice, Nimble,” Diamond said. “We were just talking about Expected’s history.”
“Then we finished talking,” I said.
Thorax looked between us, “You should open up more, Expected. It’ll help you out.”
“What are you, my psychiatrist? Speaking of poor transitions into other conversations, let’s check this stuff out.”
“This is a lot of new equipment… You sure you can pay for all this, Expected? You were kinda crashing on our sofa last week, and now you’re buying new skiing equipment…?”
“Yeah I’ve got it covered. The last of the bits I personally saved. Don’t worry, the new business we started should be making a profit very soon.”
Indeed, very soon had come.
I watched as the changelings finished unhitching themselves from the cart, parking the last one inside the warehouse.
There were shelves and boxes in the building now, as well as replacement glass for the broken windows. In the office section, I ordered the rotting boards be replaced with new ones, and Coxa got right on it. All around the main room, changelings were bustling to and fro with their work or leisure time.
It had been a full week since I had purchased the carts and ordered them to be retrofitted. And over the past week, while out looking for suppliers, we found more groups of exiled changelings in Fillydelphia and Baltimare and brought them here to Manehattan. We now numbered twenty changelings in total with thirty or so newcomers that had yet to be fully inducted. From the original fifteen in Hooferville to over triple that number, in such a short span of time.
Once we began our mafia in earnest, that number would only grow as we spread throughout Equestria. I was sure that quickly, we would come into contact with every changeling in Equestria. Every changeling that wanted to be found by us, at least. Infiltrators… if they wanted to stay hidden, then they never would be found. Other than Infiltrators, changelings tended to try to stick together and were sorta obvious when you knew where to look and what to look for. Hang out in clubs, bars, and so on, and just find the ponies that were completely emotionless.
Still, there was probably going to be the need to hire out-of-house for muscle and rum runners. Those members would obviously never be in on the big secret of the Family, but they would be useful regardless. That was a long ways away, but it paid to keep that in mind. You never know when a trustworthy pony could come in handy.
All this was just in time too, the stockpile of bits we had accumulated to start the criminal empire was beginning to dry up. We needed income, and we needed it fast. With the Fifth Hive segmented into teams dedicated to locating suppliers, finding buyers, and transporting the goods, bits and alcohol could start flowing. For now, the majority of the changelings and I lived in cheap bunk beds in the office section, with a number sleeping in the warehouse section itself. While in the warehouse, many changelings forgoed their disguise, both for comfort and for the ability to sit and sleep anywhere with relative comfort. Relative, not a whole lot.
I was currently sitting on a wooden crate, overlooking the warehouse floor as changelings began to load up carts with boxes that contained hidden caches of alcohol. There was a lot of business in Manehattan already, with plenty of locations chomping at the bit to get their hooves on alcohol.
But I was not satisfied with just that. I knew that there was an immense amount of room to grow, and I needed to get in on the market as quickly as possible. The locations buying from us probably would only last for so long before the Manehattan Guard started cracking down and kicking doors in. We needed more secure sources of income. More… trustworthy.
With Thalamus looking into potential Speakeasy locations, that was a while down the line, but I wanted to be prepared. The ability to serve alcohol to ponies in the front room while also hooking changelings up with love rations in the back room was something I looked forward to. Though I did debate the wisdom of that, and whether or not I should keep the two activities as separated as possible. For now, the few changelings– including Thorax– who were actually bringing in love were now storing it within the warehouse directly.
Speaking of, I also wanted to construct some sort of airlock or waterlock at the main garage door. The whole two-doors-system. That way, carts would enter, close the door behind them, and open the one in front. No pony walking by would be able to see inside of the warehouse, and it would be much harder to break into. That was just one of a number of upgrades I was eventually hoping to achieve.
Right now, I was writing in a journal notes for the business. Who was buying what, how much, and how trustworthy and honest they seemed. As I finished writing my notes on secondary locations Coxa had picked out for storage, Cricket walked up to me. She had a thick ledger she was placing into an open bag on her back, having just finished taking account of the transaction the last changeling team completed.
“Good evening, Cricket.”
“Your Majesty,” she bowed.
“Please, no bowing. Not until I bring us out of these gutters will I accept any praise for this.”
We were all pooling our money together for this, and while the changelings were perfectly adapted to this and completely okay with it, I wanted to eventually get to the point where the money the Crown had and the money the changelings had were separate. The standard capitalist system had far more potential than any other system outside of a post-scarcity society.
Cricket rose back up to her hooves.
“The first shipments from Manehattan, Fillydelphia, and Baltimare have arrived, been split up into their respective delivery loads, and are being shipped out.”
“Good work.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty. As per your request, we’ve refrained from scouting out Hooferville and the settlements south of Canterlot and Baltimare.”
I explained my reasoning, “No point checking south of Baltimare, the Legions foalnapped every pony down there. The area south of Canterlot is too hot, too well patrolled by the Royal Guards. Hooferville is too hot as well, with Division-P likely to be active in that settlement for the next indeterminate amount of time. Speaking of which, if Division-P is spotted within a town, I want that town marked as hot. We need to develop a warning system, and map out the Division's activities.”
“That will be accomplishable when we have found more changelings, Your Majesty.”
“Very well then, I’ll just have to write that down as a plan for the future. In the meantime, keep up the good work and I promise we will see returns very soon.”
Cricket nodded, “Yes, King Phasma. Thrips is currently accompanying the largest shipment to a location right here in Manehattan. I expect the bits he will bring back will be the windfall we need to continue purchasing from suppliers.”
“Excellent. I trust that there was no issue in smuggling the alcohol here?”
She shook her head, “The ponies have not yet begun to inspect cargo shipments. It seems they are slower to implement Daybreaker’s laws than you predicted, Your Majesty.”
“Expect that to change. She’s been here for a week, and there’s no way in hell she’s spent that time idly. Have all the teams been practicing their lingo, cover story, and contingency plans?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. It’s been slow going but we’ve been making training documents as we go along. The abundance of paper here in Equestria has made all this so much easier. So much easier… I digress, we should have the training streamlined within a month, and everything ready for new changelings.”
“Everything but space,” I said as I scanned the warehouse.
“I believe Coxa voiced his wishes to purchase other locations, Your Majesty?”
“Yes, he has. I’ve taken notes on his proposals, from additional warehouses to run-down apartment buildings that we can fix up and turn into safe havens. But until we build a satisfactory amount of capital, this is what we’re stuck with…”
Cricket bowed her head, “If you could excuse me, Your Majesty, I would like to retire for the evening.”
I waved a hoof, “Go on, and great work today Cricket. Tell the others I said so, too.”
“Thank you for being so kind, Your Majesty. We are simply doing our duty and serving the Hive.”
“Which I am thankful for. We are all working towards a better future for us, where we no longer starve. The fact that everyone is throwing themselves into their duties with such enthusiasm is… I simply cannot describe it.”
“Permission to speak candidly, My King?”
“Always granted.”
“That’s just it. Life under Queen Chrysalis was… harsh. We couldn’t speak our minds. We did our duties without complaining. We worked hard and were never thanked. I was not a member of one of the Lodges, but I can imagine why they flocked to your banner, King Phasma. You.. you listen to us. You promise us the moon, then actually go on the front lines and work yourself for that goal. No one blames you for falling short, and you just picked yourself up and got right back to it. For once in living memory, and maybe in changeling history, we have a royal who listens to us drones, actually listens. We have something that was once reserved only for royals; we have hope.”
I wiped an eye.
“Uh, wow. Cricket, that’s… were things that bad?”
“You have no idea, My King. Especially towards the setup for the invasion, restrictions on what we could do or say were harsh…”
A couple of changelings put on disguises and walked past us towards the door to the office area. Each of them gave me a slight bow of the head as they entered.
“That’s not how things will be under my rule. I promise that.”
Cricket smiled, “I know, My King. I believe that. We all do. Have a good evening, Your Majesty.”
“Take care, Cricket.”
She smiled as she turned and walked off to the office area. The changelings set up a recreation in one of the bottom rooms, and the three others were turned into what were essentially barracks. From the window, I could see a couple of changelings talking around a table, half of them playing cards, the other simply chatting.
‘Tonight’s gonna have a full house. We definitely need to look into expanding our base of operations. Preferably somewhere with working plumbing…’
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The rise of Don Phasma continues...
I love the prohibition arc that’s going on I find it interesting and I love the characters and how fast the chapters get out!
There's a pony version of radio? Is there also a pony version of Tesla?
And that's why Phas will succeed with Integration if he wants it.
Guh, I always look forward to these chapters, then get quickly sad with how fast I consume them. Keep up the great work.
Okay phasma you should make the alcohol and weed or tobacco. To screw over that big Angry Ball of sun.
Nice.
I love this story.
Keep it up.
Ah the appreciation of your people, a true marking of a kind and appreciate king. Phasma is so gonna be remember in the history books now.
He gives them mini refrigerators, and they will surprise him with a statue for his birthday jeje
things are coming together nicely. exploiting the very obvious holes in the equestrian system.... just waiting for the modified self propelled carriages shooting through the forests at night running moonshine.
would calling it moonshine be to on the nose?
People are starting to take my single worded "nice" comment. They are fools.
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Let the crimes begin
The seeds have sprouted, let the economies of scale begin to come forth!
Thorax might be right, there is room to bring lings into the know about his foreknowledge. The only major problem is when that inner circle of trust is breached...
Couldn't they dig out a basement for space? In the short term even just a small cellar would mean they'd have a place to hide love in case they get raided. In the long term they could build an entire underground hive with tunnels all across the city.
Phasma's criminal empire is starting up well. Wonder if that bit about electronics is just throwaway exposition, or will something come from that. I could see one of Phasma's identities funding electronics research if they get enough disposable income.
Also, Diamond isn't aware of Phasma's prohibition plans. Huh, I expected him to be in the know, considering he knows about Thorax and Phasma's true nature. Then again, the less he knows the less he can let slip by accident.
Nothing better than reading a lovely update after hours of writing my on story.
Funny how other story relax me wile proofreading em, but my own stresses me
Great chapter
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Not really it will be more harm than good, my brother is an architect and told me about that, the reason why constructing a basement is so expensive is because you need to factor a lot of variables:
-how strong is the ground?
-Don't hit any pluming (and electrict wire but Equestria doesn't have those so he is clear)
-Don't debilitate or compromise the building structure by adding extra force to the support pillars, which by the way, it already an incredible stroke of luck they are still standing without issue without fungus or other deterrent that could had potentially erode them, if the factory was abandon for so long the doors were actually falling apart!
And god knows what other factors to keep in mind, not to mention the noise or how to dispose of the ground they dig out. And that is with a professional helping them. They try that by themselves and they will turn that place into the biggest most dangerous game of Jenga
Phasma needs to brush up on his American history.
Caramel Marks rn
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More like the luneshine
If you can come up with better please share
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Its view points like yours why i love the comment section Never get stuff like that on my own.
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It will be GLORIOUS
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Damn... This idea will haunt me for days... 👍
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Not being a ass and caring goes a long way... Wouldnt be surprised if a spy of Chrysalis watching the Fifth Hive one day turn coat because Phasma is simply the better employer ♡
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The idea is most amusing
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The name plate will be 'Bringer of peace and booze'
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Its to easy to copy i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Phasma becomes Bill Gates
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Your sound cutest but his most elegant
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Jeje he will be appreciate in a lot of fraternities
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Daybreaker was teleporting back and forth between Canterlot and the front lines up until a week ago, spending most of her time on the war effort. But now that they've reached a stalemate at the badlands hive there's no reason for her to go back there anymore. She's going to focus more on cracking down on domestic issues from now on, which is what Phasma is referring to.
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A Diarchi maybe? I just know his brother might side with Phasma thinking he get the right idea and is not a complete pacifist
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Ooh right, gotcha. Makes way more sense
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The warehouse isn't anywhere near secure enough to add any hive-like architecture. If the warehouse gets raided, it would be better to have the guards think it's a simple crime ring full of legit ponies, then even give Daybreaker a hint that Lings are dabbling in the prohibition.
If she connected the dots, all future plans for the 5th Hive go up in smoke.
Makes me wonder why they don't just expand the warehouse, there's lots of room under it. And drones are good at tunneling. ;)
Awesome chapter.
"And when you ask them: how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer: more! more! more!"
I'm: more!
I think it would be immensely wise of Phasma to help fund 'research' into electronics, especially radio.
The sheer advantage of having radio communication against what is essentially magical telegram is so vast it'd almost be laughable
I shudder to imagine what the version of the “head in the bed” scene from Godfather would be in this scenario
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Nights blessing
King's light
Luna approved
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This. Not only could he become a main investor, and therefore a large shareholder, he could also do the distribution with the same network he’s setting up, and use it as a legal front and a secondary income source. Not only that, but if possible, he could give various ideas for new inventions to speed up the development process, with hindsight of what humans have learned, such as cleaner energy sources like nuclear, wind, water, and solar. Especially thorium based nuclear, since it’s harder to weaponize it.
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She's gonna wake up finding she's had a visit from the hairdresser.
i love it when a plan comes together.
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I agree that using his knowledge from our world would be beneficial, but we would have to be careful how much we pull out from Pandora's Box, because once advanced technology is out we can't take it back.
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yes let hope if he takes on a disguise he pays his taxes
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They all sound better than mine but the last one is the best only because it's funny
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I think he said he was to avoid problems with the crown well I'd say more his marefriend but then again he's already braking the law.
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The thing most of the parodies forget is that the guy this happened to raised racehorses for the mob, and the beheaded horse was one of his prized thoroughbreds. The closest equivalent is Philomena who a) is vaguely on Phasma's side already and b) respawns.
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Yeah, also curious about how much or little electronics will come about.
And double yeah on Double Diamond. I hope it won't come to it, but if he was found out and interrogated/mind siphoned it would be wise to actually leave nothing important in his head regarding plans and whatnot.
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I will be disappointed in the author if he doesn't have fun with drink names at some point I mean Plasma it literally raising an empire on booze and even has a changeling mix a drink with emotions. Also think about the monopoly he will have at the end of it all if they do more with it? Only the changeling race can do it! At the vary least we need a drink when all is said and done with extinction out of the way to celebrate there victory! Love elixir, Royal wine, Burning rage, Liquid courage! I could go on but I won't...but I could
This story is really odd. Fun, but odd. First it was Enders Game, then some sort of revolution story, now it's a bootlegger story. There's more smaller thing thrown in as well. It's certainly intertaining though. Also, the hands off aproach to ponyville and its many charcters is different then most stories here, which in this case is a good thing. The only thing I don't like is all the meaningless death of changelings, although it is realistic.
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Philomena is on Phasma's side? I only remember a scene of her flying over Canterlot during the promised day. Did I miss something?
Hey KKSlider, can Phasma transform himself to his old human form? Maybe just to reminisce or to try to use fingers after such a long time.
I think Double Diamond has found his family their newest, biggest investor. I hope the Changeling Mafia becomes the first to adopt and impliment the tech. And I do hope that phasma reaches out to them.
I bet if they work together, he'll come up with an efficient magic to electric converter. Bring in the electric alternator early, hook up an efficient magic-spinny thing, and boom, endless electric power.
Maybe he'll even get them in the right direction for microelectronics.
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Times are a'changing.
As for the meaningless deaths; the death toll is lower than you think. Simply put, the changeling race wouldn't survive egregious death tolls, so it's likely < 2,000 dead. Maybe as high as 3,000, out of a total of like.... 20,000 changelings? I don't ever like using hard numbers for something this nebulous, but just imagine the death toll being lower than expected, as the changelings used extremely evasive tactics. That, and the Equestrians did start taking prisoners.
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Yes he can; no he won't.
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Birb doin birb things. Who knows?
No wait, I know.
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It's certainly something that's on his radar now (hehe), but his plate is full atm.
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I've got a small list, with someone in mind who can come up with more. In fact, that list is one of my earliest notes for the series.
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"Your invasion has been utterly crushed, vermin! Now how exactly do you plan on defeating Equestria?! Trick question, you can't–"
"Nah sorry Daybreaker, but I've already won."
"No you haven't!"
"Yeah, I have. Your entire military industrial complex has been usurped and replaced with companies owned by yours truly. No war."
"Oh.... Alright. How shall we settle this dispute, then?"
"I suspect your sister will say 'marriage.'"
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Aww
Such a tease
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Given the existence of weather manipulating pegasi, thunder cloud generators will likely be the main source of electricity. All that is needed is pegasi, storm clouds, and lightning rods, and bam, you got a safe, clean, and renewable power source.
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Oh, I do realize that it’s a bit too early, since he’s basically broke right now, he still haven’t had his first shipment dealt with yet, after all. But yeah, him investing in electronics once he has the time and money is definitely something that he should do, especially since he can help them avoid the pitfalls we humans have encountered, like avoiding coal based burning, and instead use clean energy. And yes, between coal and nuclear, coal is thousands of times worse. One thing that he could maybe mention is electric trains, instead of the coal based ones that Equestria has. Not to mention the possibility of combining electronics and magic.