Nabi's Adventures
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All canon characters and whatnot belong to their respective owners, this includes all non-canon characters and events I may use, THEY ALL BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS…and stuff

a/n: I've done SOOO much planning with every story in this series but this one I can't even remember what I'm supposed to be writing in each chapter anymore. Ahem. Let's see as I check my composition book….Oh dear, I actually haven't planned chapter content. Let's wing it!

Oh and DOG is a name that comes from the US Coast Guards "Deployable Operations Force," Except I'm just sticking them in with the Navy in this story. The SRS was based off of the US Air Force's Guardian Angel Program: Pararescue.

Time: Too early (0700)
Location: A small bed (Vinyl and Octavia's place)

Nabi awoke with a thought. A thought he had had before, but had failed to act on it, though maybe it wasn't possible back on Earth. He saw it on a YouTube video once. What was it…something by DJ Ephixa…could've been Escapism.

He grabbed at his Void Cube but discovered it was just out of reach…

"Dammit," he muttered, not wanting to really put forth any effort for at least another hour.

That is, when Vinyl came into the room, he didn't have to do so, as she levitated it over to him.
"Mornin' wutchya doin? Breakfast?" she asked, landing a nice stack o' pancakes on his lap (With a plate and tray of course).

"Wow uhh, thanks," he said, actually grateful for the breakfast, "Well uh, I had this idea back on Earth. I don't think it was possible back there, but maybe it is here. It's worth a shot."

He pulled up a window on his cube and typed in the title, "The Basstank."
He drew up a short sketch of it and showed it to her. For Vinyl, looking into the Void Storage Cube was confusing, but not threatening, She looked at the invention and was reminded of her own idea, the Bass Canon.

A quiet, "Cool," was all she could manage to say.
"What the basstank?"
"You say Bass funny."
"What? Bass"
"It's pronounced like BASE…Not the fish."
"Shuddup."
And suddenly, "I need to teach Spike how to dance today…I think."

Nabi looked around for his pants and shirt. They still looked a mess, but he had no other clothes. That Rarity chick said she would make a few sets of clothes for him anyway. When were they supposed to be delivered? He couldn't remember, he just left remembering that to Octavia.

Nabi went downstairs, though forgetting his cube.

"Er, Vinyl-?"
Bonk.
He picked up his cube and ran out the door, "Thanks!"

He walked through the town, still getting those annoying strange looks he got on his first day out. He was just SOOO strange. Well now that you think of it, a talking technicolored pony would get a lot of funny looks back on earth, too.

As he was passing Sugarcube corner he noticed a somewhat skinny stallion sitting at the window inside, standing completely upright with a briefcase in his mouth. His face has sunken cheeks and his mane was really short. He wore a blue suit. He reminded Nabi of G-man from the Half-life series. To top it off, the G-pony straightened his tie and walked off. It really made Nabi shudder, but he kept on. The library was just up the road….at least he thought, he was still new to the town.

Finally reaching the door of the library, he checked the time on his cube. 8:00. He supposed it was a good time.

*Knock knock*

It took Spike a complete minute and a half to answer. Nabi was still formulating a sentence to say.

"Soooo," he said, "I'm here to teach you how to dance I suppose."

Spike smiled with excitement, Nabi supposed he didn't think he would accept to teach him. Spike brought Nabi inside. He sat his cube on the side table and set on a song on a somewhat low volume. Twilight Sparkle in the other room called out, "I'll be downstairs studying if you need me."
"K," said Nabi, not really paying attention.

Nabi faced Spike, "So…here's how you Shuffle. Melbourne Shuffle."

Time: 1900
Location: Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris, France

Note: Any speech in this chapter is French, BUT I am writing it in English because I highly doubt most anyone reading my story can read French. Though a few commonly known words will be left in because I can :D. ONWARD!

Stephane Sarkozy walked down the walkway to the Gate the American Woman was supposed to be arriving on. She would meet the whole team which mainly comprised of French GIGN, but had a German KSK member lurking off in the corner. Stephane didn't really like the guy, he thought for a moment for the guy's name. Ben Faust, right? Yeah.

Ben didn't show much compassion towards…anything really. It's like he was some emo kid that hated everything…except that emo kid was a big German KSK bruiser.
Stephane's own sister was actually going to participate on behalf of French Intelligence. He wasn't entirely sure why Ben was sent on this mission with the team, this mission had nothing to do with his country, but here he was. The American participating in the mission had at least a reason to be there.
He went over the exact objectives of the mission again. It confused him actually. The Kazakhstani military had kidnapped the US and French Ambassador to Kazakhstan but hadn't made any public statements. None. But they're objective was plain and simple. Just go in and get them out. Try not to die. Pretty clichéd mission, but they existed too, and someone had to do them.

He looked at the name on the sign his buddy, Sabre, held. "Robyn Cresci," was written on it. That was the name of the American woman whose plain was supposed to be at the airport 20 minutes ago. He read the report on Robyn and it turned out she actually had French heritage. Pretty neat.

The intercom called out, interrupting his thought process, "Flight 1738 from Dulles Airport arriving at gate two.

"Must be her, guys. Get ready to leave soon," said Stephane to his group.

A few minutes later, a woman walked over to them and greeted them. It was obviously Robyn. They all met, got acquainted with each other, and took off toward the parking lot.

In the van…

Sabre, Stephane's second in command and oldest friend, took notice of Robyn's appearance. She looked really familiar, like from TV on the news a few months ago or something. So like he was, he brought it up.
"Hey, Cresci."
Robyn looked up from her book she was reading, "Eh, Oui?"
"Aren't you that lady that was on the news a couple months back? Something about your little brother disappearing?"
Robyn looked down a little, it was obvious she was trying not to remember the incident. Sabre felt like a real asshole then.
"Uh, Je suis désolé, ma amie. I did not mean to cause bad memories to come up."
"It's okay. I just don't have much family left after my little brother. Even my spouse is acting up recently. He isn't telling me something, and I can't get him to tell me what it is."
Sabre tapped his head for a moment, "Isn't he a scientist? One of the crazier ones that invent the craziest of things?"
"Yeah…how did you know?"
Sabre pointed to Stephane's younger sister in the other corner of the car, "She's really good at her job, I suppose you two could be the same exact people. Hell you're names are even the same."
"What."
"Robyn," said Sabre, "Meet Robyn, and vice versa."
Robyn Sarkozy this time looked up, waved a little, and looked back down at her own book.
Robyn Cresci rubbed her temples.

Tonight's going to be a long night.

Time: 1000
Location: Ponyville Library

"So you've finally gotten your own style of the runningman," said Nabi observing Spike fail numerous times to get his own style incorporated into the runningman. Spike had explained he learned the runningman he used to do from some pop group called LMBFO. Nabi could only think that was Equestria's equivalent to Earth's LMFAO, which he did NOT want to hear about. He made a personal note to hunt them down and kill them later….not really.

"So let's try the Shuffle, better known as the t-step," Nabi proceeded to demonstrate, pivoting his left foot and tapping his other in various places of the floor. The part that amazed Spike was the ground Nabi covered by just pivoting his foot, and he asked how he did it.

"It's not all in the pivot. Shuffling creates a lot of illusions which can sometimes make it harder to learn. I pivot the foot and do a…how do you explain…push off…hop thing, that lets you cover a little more ground."
Spike, not totally getting it only said, "I don't get it."

"Let's go in slow motion then…"

'I had a feeling I'd be here all day.'

A/N:
Checklist
2 Mugs of coffee , Check.
Chapter done, Check.
2am in the morning, Check.
Beat little kid into submission in a Qu1k$c0P1nG match in Call of Duty, Check.
Express hate to LMFAO, Check.
Listen to Brony music and Illona Mitrecy, Check.
Promise another two chapters this weekend that probably won't actually come true, check.
Demand Reviews, Check.
Make time for another checklist, …

SHUT DOWN EVERYTHING!

AngryPSNKidGamer: u suk at dis game so much fag u cant even get a 360 noscope ur so bad. Stop being such a fag and get a job and a life. Go jump.

Nabi: No.

(Note: I do indeed have a life, a better one since last year, thankfully. I'm a lifeguard at the sport and health center down the road from my house and I'm on my schools JROTC Drill team, which is my excuse for not getting a chapter out last week.)