User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150529173820

(The medic guard administers magical first aid to Serra's chest wound as Orbit clutches her hoof. He thinks back to Sibyl's portrait of a spear-pierced Serra and grits his teeth. Was this an outcome that couldn't be avoided?)

Guard: *to Plume* Indeed, they vanished. Guess you were just dead weight to them.

(On a lower floor of Chance Industries, Decibelle searches through a medicine cabinet. Reasoning that the leading agent in Long-Face's rage gas is an overdose of adrenaline, she puts together a syringe cocktail of serotonin, norepinephrine, and muscle relaxants to counteract it.)

Decibelle: ...There! That should do it! Hang on, guys! I'm on my... way?

(She finds her path blocked by High Heel.)

High Heel: *grinning* Hey there.

Decibelle: Grrrr...

(Zapp bows to Luna.)

Zapp: Of course. Thy subjects liveth to serve thee, Mistress Luna. Regarding what to do with the prisoner, I am told that he previously escaped from the pits of Tartarus. As such, ordinary prisons may proveth inadequate. With thy permission, we shall banish the heathen who dared to sully Celestia's body to another world with the great Star Swirl's Crystal Mirror.

Shadowmane: (Dammit! This isn't looking good! We may have to pull out...!)

(From below the elevator car, Pharaoh Phetlock leaps up, armed with a scepter that looks like his own head.)

Shadowmane: About time you got here!

Phetlock: Hmph. That's some way to show gratitude.

(Phetlock launches forward and pounces onto Glaive from behind.)

(Nearly ten secret service ponies serve as a barricade for the town hall doors to prevent the robots from getting inside.)

S.S. Pony #1: Madam Mayor! We can't hold them for much longer!

S.S. Pony #2: Please, you have to get out of here!

(Mayor Blossom watches helplessly as the doors slowly cave in under the pressure.)

Blossom: ...

(In a dropship over the city, the hatch opens, and Masquerade watches the chaos unfold.)

Masquerade: Ponies being dragged into robotic suits like iron maidens... Jeez, what a mess...

Coltson: ''Masquerade, come in. Do you read?''

Masquerade: This is Masquerade. I read you, Director.

Coltson: ''Remember. The robots are gradually increasing their number, but they're just empty shells -- there are still ponies inside them.''

Masquerade: Stun, don't kill. Got it.

Coltson: Good luck.

(Armed with a pair of voltaic stun batons, Masquerade leaps from the open hatch and dives toward the city.)