Alright, I've dcidd my attempt to have a steam punk pony in ponyville was a terrible idea. So now I'm writing mlp as if it were in the fictional steampunk era. Hopefully this one won't suck. It's gonna be a Celestial empire vs. Lunar empire fic, and it will possibly be split into a saga. Hopefully you guys will like it.
'Twas the year 1209 A.C. (meaning its been 1209 years since Celestia began her rule) and the land of equestria was fraught with the struggles of two warlords and their armies. Celestia, ruler of the northern lights, was trying to keep the world under her control, oppressing any who stepped out of line, and semt them to the factories where brass weapons were being made for her soldiers. Luna, ruler of the southern embassies, was much kinder to her subjects, giving them a choice to fight, and granting great benefits to those who joined. Those of her soldiers who were maimed in battle, were given steam powered replacements. All who were mechanics were given their own protection squad as mechanics could turn the tide of a battle, especially if one of the stem engines powering her airshipss decided to overheat or explode.
However, there was one pony, that was fighting for Celestia, that had plans to get away. A way to escape the clutches of the two warlords, a way to live in peace. However, the two governments would never allow him to escape. This is his story.
The loud whistling and explosions from the boiler room had woken me up from my shallow slumber. I got up and shook out my dark brown mane, droplets of sweat flinging in every direction. I just stood there trying to wake up for a few seconds, wondering why that boiler had to be my alarm clock this week. Last week I had invented the damned thing, and now Celestia was forcing me to watch over it constantly. As I reveled in my foolishness, I began groping about in the dim haze for my goggles, just a simple brass frame with some polarized lenses, and maybe a few modifications I made. As I cantered over to the door, I realized my goggles were still on my head, burried in my tangled mane.
"Of course you're in there and not where you should be," I said to them, pulling them down over my eyes and flipping a switch on them, causing them to whir as electricity ran through the lenses, activating the photon strips in them and lighting my path.
I made my way past all the bulky pipes and large gauges until I came to a large boiler in the center of a room about seventy or so feet from my quarters. I read the gauge and realized that the pressure was much too high and opened one of the venting valves and let the steam inside travel somewhere else. If only somepony would finish those steamballs that I had started working on. I had nopony to blame except myself.
I had stopped work on those when my father had been frozen alive by the super pressurized steam exploding out of the container. He being an earth pony could do nothing to save himself. Of course I had stood there watching him freeze then shatter as I sat there behind my magical shield. It was a traumatizing event to say the least.
I closed the valve again once the pressure was down to an acceptable level, and I continued walking down the hall of the airship. I traveled through a maze of bronze and steam, sweating through my shirt and leather jacket. As I passed by the seamstress' room, a hat was shoved onto my head by qn unknown pony. As I tuened around I saw a good friend of mine, Rarity.
"Why Gear, you look simply smashing in that new top hat. It's from my new line of clockwork clothing. How do you like it?" She smiled at me in her brown and black dress, sporting an airship cadet hat on her own head.
"Well Rarity," I said as she pulled a hand mirror in front of me. The hat was rather handsome, and a clock was integrated into it, with all the gears showing and everything.
"I, uh. Well it's very interesting, to say the least. I think I'll keep it. How much?" I began pulli g out my wallet but Rarity stopped my hoof.
"Oh darling, as long as you wear that hat and tell people where you got it, the advertising more than pays for the hat." She turned and walked back to her sewing machine and started fixing some ripped uniforms.
I smiled and waved as I headed towards the mess hall. They usually have something for me to eat. As I reached the door I was tackled in the gut by a pink blur. As I regained my composure, I saw a pink mare lying on the ground with her face in my lap. I began to think some dirty thoughts but stopped when I saw she was actually knocked out. I looked back to the door and saw that a griffin was standing there laughing and pointing to us. As I looked the pink pony over, I saw there was a claw shaped gash in her side. It was bleeding pretty badly, and I almost vomited at the sight. I got up and put her on my back and walked over to the door. I made sure my chronometric pistol was loaded, already aiming at the griffin.
"Hey you, did you do this to this mare?"
"What's it to ya?" It replied, sizing me up and swaggering over.
"Nothing, just want to know." I replied coolly.
"Well then yes, it was me." Bang, there was a pile of dust where the griffin was.
I walked away, knowing that someone would figure out it was me eventually, seeing as I invented the weapon that sped up the aging process that much. I slowly entered back into my room, and closed the door behind me. I layed the unconscious mare on my bed and went to the bath to get some hot towels. I kept them under the steam vent so they were always ready in case I cut myself on a loose screw. I came back to the bed and layed them down on the gash, wincing as I saw how pale she was. I walked over to the phone and called the onboard doctor. He actually gave me the idea for the chornometric pistol, being a time-traveler he had plenty of information on the aging process.
"Doctor whooves, I have a pony here who was attacked by a griffin, what the griffin, well let's just say they won't be doing anything to anypony soon. Yeah. Any chance you can do some damage control there. Yeah they don't exist in this time plane anymore so you can bring in a past them. Thanks. And when can you get here?"
"I'm already here. So let's see this mare you're so interested in." He smiled coyly and snickered as I blushed.
"I'm not interested in her, I don't think." As a mechanic, falling in love usually meant trouble. When a mechanic fell in love, he was expected to have a foal within the year, to pass his genes on to the next generation. This made many mares not want to get into a relationship with them, leaving them heartbroken.
"So, what are her wounds like hmm..." he lifted off the towels and his eyes widened.
"Gear, we need to get her to the emergency operating quarters immediately. Do you still have the key to the fast car in the service tunnels?"
"Yeah, but-"
"No time. Just go." He grabbed the mare in his front two hooves and disspeared when I blinked.
I ran to the service tunnels and hopped into my car. I drove throuh the service tunnels as fast as I could, ignoring the massive bursts of steam. As I reached the hatch underneath the operating rooms I slammed on the brakes. I burst throuh the hatch and immediately had my forelegs covered in white sleeves and my head covered in a white surgeons mask.
"Wait, I'm the surgeon?"
"Yes, you see, I don't have a degree in surgery, only basic medics, and I can't sew. You are the steadiest hand I know with all those small and delicate creations you make. So..." he hoofed me a curved needle and some waxen thread.
I looked at the dying mare before me and made a decision. I began to puncture the edge of one wound with the needle and went to the other side and did the same, pulling the sides together. I did it agaian, and again, and again, and again. By the time I finished stitching the final gash together, I had sewn at least fifty stitches and was covered in blood. I set the needle down as Doctor whooves came up to me. He patted me on the shoulder and gave me a rassuring smile.
"You did good Gear, you did good. Now I assume you understand that she won't be able to do anything on her own for a week or so."
"Yeah why?" Then it occured to me what he was gonna ask.
"Oh no doc. I can't do this, dont you dare ask me that."
"Gear, you're the one who saved her. By my authority you are now her keeper. Until she is able to functio on her own, you are responsible for her and her survival."
"Doc. Come on."
"No Gear, you're not getting out of this." His gaze turned from caing to harsh in a split second. "I order you to take care of this ponynand you will not dissapoint me." He stalked over to the door and pulled a lever, causung it to shudder and slide out of the way.
I looked over to the sleeping mare on the operating table. She had been undressed and now I had a full view of her body. She had a beatiful physique, with nothing but curves. Her cutie mark was three balloons. A bit odd for an airship soldier, but still intriguing enough.
I slung her over my back after redressing her, and began walking back to my quarters. This was hoing to be a long week.
Hopefully this one is better than my last attempt. Now everything is steampunk yay!