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A/N: Sup, doods. Here comes the sequel to Les Aventures Part 1. I wanted to get this out even though I'm still working on LADN2. LADN2's ideas came after this one, even though chronologically LADN2 comes before.I do plan for this one to be longer, and yes, the GIGN squad from Les Aventures does of course play a part in this story heavily. I'm hoping to open the story more for character development and plot development. I read LADN1 the other day, and noticed it was written rather poorly. I'll be making it an objective to fix that.
Excuse for being so slow to update: Life (and surgery)
Small Note: Les Aventures De Nabi took place around 1011 CR (Celestia's Reign) I'm still messing around with years. Trying to conform with "Love and War," but might adapt it to my story.
Last note: I DO ADVISE YOU READ THE STORY "LOVE AND WAR" BY ANNONYMOUSE ON FIMFICTION BEFORE YOU READ THIS. That way...things will make more sense; link inbound
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REMOVE THE SPACES
It's long, so grab a bowl of popcorn. ~96k words.
Mareseille harbor, Monocera
February 12, 1015 CR
Nabi walked toward the Monoceran airship Commander Blackboots commissioned for them. The side painting read "MS Returner."
Odd name. He took a step aboard. He had been made a new Black hoodie and cargo pants from the Monocerans. They were plain, which he didn't mind. The cargo pants had an attached leather sheath for Luna's Godsword, which he appreciated greatly.
He had spent time with Monoceran scientists as well, spending time inventing new technology, and improving old technology with them and Dethkake.
He had created a set of goggles that directly linked to his Void Cube. They were very nifty especially in situations where Nabi didn't feel like moving. He added a couple of new features, like facial recognition.
His other invention were some form of Nano technology. Spiked Gloves; insulating, breathable, skin tight, and able to stick to any surface. He dubbed them "Nano Gauntlets."
He turned towards Blackboots and his personal guard behind him. Blackboots wore a typical British royal navy commanders uniform, hat and all, albeit it was black. His white coat glistened in the sunlight.
"Thank you, Commander," he said, "We would not be able to get home without your help."
Blackboots responded in his royal drawl, "It is nothing, Ambassador. Are you certain there is nothing I can do to take a look at your cube?"
"I am sorry, Commander."
Blackboots shifted slightly,"Very well. You may regret this later. Farewell, Ambassador."
Blackboots turned with his guards and walked off the airship.
Nabi blinked for a moment. Later?
"Nabi! Come on!" came the voice of Vinyl Scratch from below deck. Nabi smiled, remembering back to when that one night in the Equinorian castle, she had revealed her original name to him; Victoria. Nice name, he thought, but it didn't quite fit for a famous hard techno DJ. He guessed that was why she kept it a secret.
"Coming!" he yelled back.
The moment he got below deck was the moment the ship took off; Headed towards Equestria.
Nabi couldn't wait to tell the Princesses all he learned.
But he would have to wait a whole 6 months, as the navigator predicted.
So he had a chance to relax. And he was going to spend that chance with Vinyl Scratch and Dethkake.
...
3am, 2012 AD
Kazakhstani Air Space
The cabin was deathly silent. No one would speak, not even the ambassadors. They had left someone behind. Someone they cared about, someone young, someone with a family. A friend.
The GIGN Team had made great friends with the American, Robyn Cresci, before the mission, and even convinced her to stay in Paris for a short time before returning to the states after the mission. They wouldn't have that luxury, though. Stephane Sarkozy, the GIGNI team leader, seemed to be taking it exceptionally hard. He never felt like he was a strong leader despite the views of his team, who thought he was a great leader. He made tough decisions and almost always made the right call. He cared about his team mates. But sometimes, his team mates did not make it home, and each time it happened he beat himself up about it to no end.
"It'll be fine, Sarkozy," came the voice of Sabre, Stephane's oldest friend there.
"Non…it won't," muttered Stephane.
"As the saying goes, she's in a better place now, anyway," said Sabre, trying to be at least a little optimistic.
The team leader shrugged him off and stared out the window of the cabin. The storm had died down and they were on their way back to Paris for debriefing.
Stephanie, the pilot up front, checked her starboard side of the helicopter. The thing she saw made 0 sense, but she inquired about it with her co-pilot.
"Marc…did you see a, uhhh… cyan streak going towards the ground?"
"Euh, Oui…I have no idea what it is. You think it's any dangerous?"
Stephanie shrugged, "I don't know, but let's keep away from them, just in case, bien?"
Marc nodded.
Ambassador Fairfax noticed the cyan streaks out the windows, and he notified Stephane. Stephane immediately went to the pilots.
"Pilots, Ambassador Fairfax reported "Cyan streaks" going toward the ground. Any idea what they are?" he asked.
"We haven't the faintest clue, Captain. We're just trying to make sure we don't get close to any of them," said Marc, more paying attention to piloting then talking.
"They don't seem to be dropping anywhere close to us. I suppose that makes us lucky."
"Well, if they get any closer, you should know what to-"
First he registered an offensively loud boom enter his ears. Second, the helicopter had been forced to pitch upwards and it didn't take a genius to figure out they were falling to the ground. Fast. He didn't need to tell anyone to hold on to anything for dear life. It was useless, though. They had parachutes, but you needed to be upright to get anywhere near them to put them on and jump out. They were as good as dead.
As the helicopter sped towards the ground, Stephane closed his eyes.
But he didn't feel the impact, which he supposed was good.
Wait, he just supposed something was good. Did that mean he was still alive?
…
2pm, 2012
Evocity police department.
Linda looked up from her numerous reports and dossiers to look out her window. Evo was just like any city. There was a vast ocean of various buildings and streets bustling with cars and pedestrians. She too, like many other panicking citizens of Evo, saw Cyan "streaks" heading towards the ground.
The radio on her desk reported in with chatter from a helicopter she could visibly see only a few hundred yards away from her 20 story office.
"Helicopter 1, reporting flaming cyan streaks heading toward the ground. Not sure if dangerous or- Woah, shit! That was close!"
Linda looked at the scene with concern, as one of the streaks had passed within feet of the helicopter.
She pressed the button on her radio to speak, "Helicopter 1, everything okay?"
"Yeah! Just nearly had a close call with that one!" piped the radio.
"Be careful. Advise landing for safety."
"Don't worry, we'll be fine!"
What she had forgot to check was the crater the streak had left, and what was in said crater. This she took note of.
"Please advise, helicopter 1, I believe we're dealing with comets or a meteor shower. You need to land, NOW."
She took a glance above the chopper. A "comet" was heading directly towards the tail rotor. She jammed her fist into the radio button, "HELICOPTER 1 MOVE!"
Too late, the comet hit the chopper's tail rotor, and it began to spin completely out of control.
Worse yet, it was spinning out of control into her direction.
Even worse, her door had been locked by her to keep her annoying assistant out, and she had forgotten where the key was. She braced for impact at the opposite side of the room.
...
April 7th, 1015 CR
Somewhere in the Quiet Sea
Nabi had been reading his book Celestia had given him. It was a dusty and old tome, a fairly long book consisting of Celestia's own journeys and knowledge of various countries throughout the known world. He, with Vinyl and Dethkake, had explored and experienced everything in that book plus more; at least from the south eastern portion of the known world. The plus more had always racked his head. When he first went out, he wasn't expecting to meet human ancients, cannibalistic crystal ponies, technology crazed unicorns, and get trapped in the Castle of memories. He had learned so much over the last half decade. Some things he had wished he never had seen, but he wouldn't reverse time to change anything. Some things just needed to be known.
In the Castle of memories, Nabi learned that, he, in a previous life was a Pegasus pony named AngelGard. It did explain much, but that knowledge now felt more like a reminder of a horrifying past and an abandoned duty. That being the protection of Equestria.
But he tried not to dwell on the past. He focused on where he would go in the future. There was one section in the tome that had very little information on a country called Gaea. He read the entry: September 17th 215 CR, "I am leaving this country, Gaea, as they call it. I am not quite sure what to make of the high priests here, and they seem to revere me as some form of deity. I came here on diplomatic terms and intent on seeking knowledge. But now it seems staying here is counterproductive, so I will be leaving today. I fear I may regret ever coming here in the future."
He closed the book after that. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but he'd read up enough stories in the past to not be suspicious of "Gaea."
There was also a pony he met in the Everfree briefly. A wanderer it seemed that went be the name, Dawn Glimmer. He only learned that Gaea was possibly centuries behind Equestria in terms of Social rights. Unicorns were considered property, slaves, and pegasi were extinct. Also, Celestia seemed to be revered as some sort of death goddess there. That left a new problem to solve as well. Vinyl was a unicorn
Sure it'd been 800 years since any information came from there, but...
He looked over at the other cot. Dethkake was sleeping soundly. The Canterlot technician had what seemed a small teddy bear in his hooves... How cute.
He decided to go up to the main deck, just out of curiosity.
He passed Vinyl's room on the way up and decided to check up on her. Her sleeping had become stressed and unrestful these past few months. Perhaps it had been the Aurora mountains, the Crystal pony cartel, or the castle, or maybe even a combination of the three. The point was that she wasn't getting sleep. It wasn't to say Nabi wasn't losing sleep, but he was an American highschool student. He was used to it.
He opened the door to her room after knocking gently to receive no response. The room was quiet and dark, evidently because it was night time. He tapped his goggles and activated a low powered night vision, so he wouldn't bother the sleeping mare. She was visibly shaking under the covers, and he face was contorted with fear and pain.
Nabi had seen this on many nights the past few months, and he did what he always did to fix the issue; he gently placed his hand on her exposed forehoof to calm her a little, and it worked. He held it for about five minutes before continuing upstairs to see the captain of the ship.
...
?
Stephane didn't feel too well, that was for sure. He was face up towards the bright sky.
He tried moving but was met with extreme difficulty. It felt like a 50 pound weight was on top of his whole body. He struggled to get up, but was eventually met with success. His uniform was intact but he was missing his Famas. He decided it would be best to check the others an the helicopter before looking for his weapon.
He found his sister just outside the cabin, face up, still unconscious. François, Sabre, Ben, Marc, Stephanie, Leblanc, Nouveau, and ambassador Fairfax were in similar conditions. However, the German and French Ambassadors were found dead of unknown causes inside the cabin.
Fairfax was the first to wake, and he had the same difficulties as Stephane getting up. Once he did however, he was walking around normally.
The Ambassador nodded toward the Frenchman then said, "Do you have any idea where we are?"
Stephane notcied Ben was beginning to wake, then switched to English to speak, "Not a clue."
He looked around at the landscape. It was desolate, and the land seemed all most uninhabitable and gray, "But it doesn't fit the description of Kazakhstan."
He began to bring a few things out of the cabin, setting them down beside the helicopter. He found his Famas and Sabre's M110 Sniper rifle whilst doin so. They were stranded, that was for sure, and there wasn't any real distinguishable landmarks in sight... At least... None that he could see. It didn't help that it was getting dark out either.
The rest of the squad begun to wake up and help set up a small camp. By camp, it was really just a fire, a few MREs to go around, and no tents to sleep in. The dead ambassadors were ignored for now. Everything was deftly silent...
...
"Knock knock," piped Sabre.
The "joke" was so random and out of the blue, that the squad actually laughed.
Robyn was about to open her mouth, perhaps to answer his joke, but she was cut short when the sound of clattering metal and jingling chainmail surrounded them.
Stephane looked around, not sure what was surrounding them. He and his whole team minus Fairfax stood up at the ready, aiming their weapons out.
The clattering and jingling stopped, but the team continued to stand guard.
Suddenly, a distinctly male voice called out, "You are trespassing upon Gaean lands. You will come with us or die. Lower your weapons." Whoever was speaking spoke English, so perhaps they were somewhere in Europe... Perhaps. But what sane humans wore plate armor nowadays?
Stephane held his stance, aiming into darkness for a moment. Was it smart to retaliate? He didn't know the amount of contacts that were surrounding them. And then there was the fact that they were surrounded. He also didn't even know what weaponry they possessed. So the choices were Surrender or possibly be killed on the spot.
"Gendarmes," he muttered, "stand down, and do as the man says."
He himself also lowered his weapon and placed it onto the ground, as did the rest of his team begrudgingly.
Fast as lightning, he was tackled to the ground by an extreme weight of what felt like a horse. He could feel his ribs almost crack under the weight. He could hear similar sounds from the other Gendarmes and the Ambassador. He was rolled over onto his stomach, perhaps to be tied.
"Unicorn!" barked the same voice.
Unicorn? Was that a code name?
"Y-yes, master?"
"Tie them!"
He heard a steady hum, and zip ties, or something like them, we're placed around his wrists.
He and his team were lifted to their feet, but it wasn't by whatever tackled them. It felt like they were being lifted, however slowly and weakly, by some unknown force. It didn't make any sense.
They were finally placed on the ground, in a line, and facing some direction. It was still dark, which suggested their captors had some form of night vision.
"You will all walk forward, those who fall behind will be killed. Move."
It was a long walk.
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