DISCORD Mobile Base #28A. Nameless guards did their rounds across the catwalks of the massive moving structure as amidst the ventilation, a woman in a dark bodysuit crawled through, a pair of ruby tinted glasses over her eyes had small LED dots and lines that seemed to move about.

"In 30 seconds, at the guards current pace," a voice reverberated in the woman's left ear without being audible in any other way, "the grate that is reachable after a left turn will be completely out of view and will provide an ideal entry."

"Thanks Spike," the woman whispered, "But I can see that perfectly without your help." She silently shuffled to the grate which was predictably unguarded. Maneuvering her lithe body in the tight shaft, she got her high-heeled boots against the corners of the opening and forced the bolts to shear and snap off. A firm kick to the other side knocked the grating clear off, landing on the catwalk with a loud crash. Several dots on the woman's glasses pulsed and started to move towards the center.

"I think they heard th-"

"I KNOW THEY HEARD THAT!" she whisper-screamed as she slipped out of the vent and immediately grabbed onto the rails of the catwalk, dropping off to the outside and falling out of immediate line of sight of the two guards that came rushing in from each side. Hand over hand, she shimmied away under the catwalk, holding still when the guard went overhead, the powerful stomps of his combat boots nearly shaking her grip loose. The two guards looked over the bent and detached grate as the woman silently lifted herself over the railing, landing gracefully and making a completely muzzled sound that did not draw attention of the guards.

She reached into two hidden pockets on her thighs to pull out a dagger in each hand. With each blade at the ready, she leaped at the guards and with a quick thrust pierced each guard right through their necks. Dying instantly, the guards fell as the radio sounded with a voice of urgency.

"As bea-beauti- as well done as that was, the blood is going to drop to the ground as this catwalk is-"

"I know that the catwalk isn't completely solid, Spike. I'm can see it and one of my heels is through one of the holes."

"Y-Yes, Rarity, I'm just very cautious because you're...a very valuable member of the Princess's Cabal."

"You don't get on Twi's case when she builds an elaborate set up for one target, that can and has backfired before! "

"W-Well that's just," he was flustered to find an answer, "her style"

"And my style is to provide a loving shining flair to my work. Now, Spike dear, you should pay attention to the fact that Pierced Throat A is going to miss his check-in in about a minute."

"I-yes, and there are three guards on the way to the engine room."

"And two others between me and the cargo room."

"RARITY DON'T YOU DAR-*bwoop*" the woman tapped her ear to turn off the radio, flicking her daggers clean and sliding them back into her pockets.

"Boring conversation anyways."

Leaving the catwalk, she enjoyed some loving silence as she reached the main level of the base, effortlessly slashing the throat of a guard that never saw her coming. Tapping her glasses, she sent an inaudible ping from the still technically muted radio to give her a new heads-up map and a clear path to a room in the back which she easily deciphered to be a room containing items stolen by DISCORD members. With a smile and a hand on the hilt of a dagger she snuck through the hallways, having a clear shot at the one guard overlooking several crates, ready to strike him dow-

"RARITY DO NOT MUTE ME AGAIN! We made the mute temporary because of your past incidents." the radio resonated as she let out a silent sigh before retreating to out of earshot of the guard.

"Spike, dear, it is very important that I let loose this cargo before blasting this base to kingdom come," she whispered, "and I would appreciate it if you understood how important that i-"

"OK, who told you that this was the base that housed those gems that were stolen fro-CRAP!-"

"Thanks, dearie!" It was obvious that she had gotten info from her partner in that manner before. In a flash of purple, Rarity charged as she flew into the guard, embedding her blade right into the man's chest. Without any living guards in the general area, she overlooked the assortment of crates in the cargo room. "So, Spike, we're gonna need door codes."

"Rarity, we really nee-"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" she asked in her sweetest voice, as she could hear the boy groan in the background. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Fine, fine, look at the console and I'll find them." Rarity's red visor scanned over the computer right next to a massive cargo door before a set of numbers flashed over on her visor.

"Thanks, dearie. You get a kiss on the cheek when I get back." She quickly punched in the numbers as the giant door blasted open and the restraints on the cargo snapped apart. As the crates flew out the door, the alarms began to blare. "...dammit. Spike, how come this one has an alarm for the cargo hold? The last four didn't! Spike!"

"'mgettingakiss"

"Dammit, he's gone. I guess it's my show from now on." She hopped out of sight from the oncoming guards dashing through the halls, blade extended to stab the first guard who foolishly ran into the cargo hold right in the face. Two other guards readied their guns and fired down the hall, however could not get any shots off before any of her was still in range.

Realizing that without any cargo boxes, there was no way for Rarity to hide from the remaining attackers. She clenched her blade handles and dug her heels in, watching the blips over her vision. The guards peeled up before hitting the end of the hallway, she knew that their guns would be at the ready when they turn the corner. In the seconds of anticipation, she slammed her boot to the ground and chucked her dagger at the hallway. The guard threw himself out and tried to shoot at the origin of the sound, but the blade slammed into his head. Handle first. Still, the blunt force of the dagger handle was still enough to knock him off balance and force him to lose grip of his weapon.

"OH DAMMIT!" Rarity dashed to the dazed guard and grabbed ahold of the guard's gun. She fired it wildly into the hall, able to strike the other, very confused guard in the chest. She then turned the gun on the first guard, nailing him at point blank range. She threw the gun down and hastily picked up her own weapon. "Nasty inelegant firearms. No grace. No divini-ENGINE ROOM!"

She ran down the hall, following each turn as denoted on her glasses. "Spike! I'm gonna nee-"

"Yeshhhhh? Hehehehehehehe-"

"SPIKE! DOWNLOAD! NOW!" The no longer silent invader screamed to snap her mission control out of his love-drunkenness, "We've been here far too long!"

"Yea-YEAH! The engine room is highlighted on the HUD, get in view of the console and I can get the self-destruct codes!"

"Goodgoodgood!" In a haste, she nearly crashed into the artificially glowing room and found another computer, which quickly was hacked in thanks to the codes that Spike was feeding through to her ruby visor.

[SELF-DESTRUCT INITIATED]

Wiping sweat off her brow, she turned around and began to walk away with a smile and seductive walk, gesturing a finger from her temple to the overloading engine.

[T-MINUS THIRTY SECONDS]

"WHAT?" her gaze turned into a look of shock as she turned a swaying saunter into a mad sprint. Even with high-heeled boots, she was still able to keep a high pace and essentially flung herself through the hallways, into the cargo hold, and out the massive cargo door as the vehicle she was escaping exploded behind her. She slammed into the ground and ducked as the base erupted into flames. As Rarity got up, she walked down the tread tracks to find the cargo crates, stuffed to the brim with diamonds, jewels, and pearls.

"That...could've gone better, Rarity."

"Eh, don't worry, Spike. We have confirmation of the destruction of Mobile Base #28A. Requesting air pickup for 8 large crates."

"Yeah. Just, Rarity,"

"Yes, dearie?"

"Don't scare me like that again. I'd...We'd hate to lose you."

"Awwww, little Spikey's worried about lil old me."

"N-No! I mean, uh, I mean..."

"Glory to the Princess, dear."

"G-Glory to the Princess! Mission Complete!"