Nabi's Adventures
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A/n: What that's about two whole weeks without an update? I must surely be a horrible person. My excuse: Nothing for the first week. This past weekend? Extreme Super Duper Coldfest 2012, that's what. Anyways…Enter Chapter…11…or 10…something like that.

Time: ?
Location: Everfree forest, that's all I know.

Dawn wondered where the hell he was… The forest seemed to shift whenever he moved. It'd been one…maybe two years since he left his homeland…Something of which he'd rather not think about.

He continued to walk forward.

Time: 0300
Location: Backyard shed (Bigger then you think), Vinyl and Octavia's house.

The Canterlot technician busily worked with Nabi on constructing the base for the tank. Nabi was still somewhat shocked that he was so easily trusted by the ponies. Did this country know the meaning of distrust? He didn't complain of course. What shocked Nabi even more was more the lack of shock or surprise when the technician first took a look at him. The technician didn't even show a hint of surprise when Nabi showed him the blueprints. He just got to work. Nabi asked if they had tanks in Equestria, to which the technician replied "Le nope."

Nabi sat a corner, fiddling with Vinyl's prototype Bass Cannon. She lad leant him the prototype on condition that he wouldn't break it or show it to anyone unless absolutely necessary. He scribbled various plans and notes down on a piece of paper. He came up with the ideas. The technician would make it happen somehow. Speaking of the technician, Nabi hadn't gotten his name.

"Yo tech guy?" He said.
"Sup?"
"What's your name again?"
"Dethkake the fifth!."
"…Kay."

Lol.

"How's the base going?" asked Nabi.
"Nearly done…how's your bass thinger coming?"
"No idea…just drawing ideas. Hoping you can make them work."
"Cuz I'm a genius, right?"
"Sure…sure."

Dethkake seemed like a pretty cool guy to him.

Nabi finished his ideas and reflected on yesterday's events…mainly his teachings of Spike in the art of Melbourne Shuffling. Sike was learning relatively fast. Was it that dragons learned fast, or was Spike just really into it? Or both? Nabi didn't know, but was happy he had some partner to dance with if he got bored, not that Spike didn't need work of course.

Octavia had asked about this dance earlier when he got back from teaching Spike. She asked him to perform to which he scrambled his mind to make up a good enough reason to say no. Nabi hated performing for others…which was ironic, seeing as he had no issue holding a rave in his backyard…but look where that got him. He continued working.

Time: 0330
Location: Outskirts o' Ponyville

Two mysterious figures stood silently outside Ponyville. One was a little taller than the other. Their cutie marks and fur color could not be made out in the dark, though then again, their bodies were covered in suits and hoods. They did not seem to have any characteristics to mark them as Pegasus or unicorn. The taller one carried a brief case in its mouth.

Even at night this strange land seemed too colorful for them, but the land would serve a purpose sometime in the future according to their superiors. The taller one said to his counterpart, "Let's…enter."

And so they walked right in, bypassing the nightwatch.

Time: 0100
Location: French Airspace above Paris.

The joint taskforce named, "Le Groupe De Travail Une," Taskforce 1, boarded their helicopter. And before they knew it they were leaving the airbase.

It still didn't quite make sense for Robyn to be there with a GIGN International Team. Usually missions of this nature were given to US Pararescue forces, not CIA SAD Operators. But her superiors told her they would contact her upon entering the Embassy. The Taskforce once again discussed their assignment. It was sounded so simple, but since they were assigned, it probably wasn't going to be. The objectives were simple. Kazakhstani military forces were attacking various European embassies including the American embassy. They were going to go in and rescue the French and American ambassador to Kazakhstan.

Robyn looked around the helicopter cabin; she learned the names off each in the team and became instant friends with most of them. The German, Ben Faust, wasn't very friendly though. He seemed like a cold hearted bastard that would probably sacrifice another for personal gain. But the others were just great. Stephane and the other Robyn were brother and sister, Sabre seemed to be the older one of the group, who she learned, was a father figure to Stephane. Francois was a good friend of Stephane's but she didn't learn much from him. The two pilots up front were named Stephanie and Marc.

Yeah, they all became good friends…except Ben of course…no one liked Ben, but he was there only because the German ambassador was trapped with the American Ambassador for some unknown reason.

Time: 0500
Location: Backyard Shed, Vinyl and Octavia's house

"Cannon is done!" said Dethkake, slapping Nabi awake, "All I need to do now is attach the base and the cannon and your neat invention will be ready."
"Sweet, but don't you want to know where you got all the materials you didn't already have from?"
"That cube thing you have right?" retorted Dethkake.
"But how-"
"Just knew, anyway let's get this thing finished!"

It still rustled Nabi's jimmies that this tank took less than a day to build. Haha…Jimmies. He went to get Vinyl to see what she thought of his invention. He frowned all of a sudden, though. Something didn't seem right. Like Voice was near. It didn't seem likely so he dismissed the thought. Voice wouldn't know where he was right? If he did he would've had trouble before.

A/n: I'm not going to keep this story as lengthy as originally planned. New ideas come and go and affect the story length and plot. So yeah, you can probably see this story ending today or this weekend.

Btw…I hate endings. Not of stories…but of Series…es.

Lazy bastard, out.