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Dimension: Warriors
Planet: Earth
Specific Location: Hunter Lake
Time: Two weeks after the Paradox took over Equestria
"That's funny," snorted Wild, "I could have sworn you just said 'Charlie Brown; Peanuts Dimension.'"
"That is exactly what I said," replied Sherlock.
"So random that it is inconspicuous!" declared Jared, "Clever."
"Obviously," said Sherlock, "Now we need to…"
"Wait," interrupted Wild, "How the hell did you get the Imagination Energy hidden in such a place? I mean, it is the freaking Peanuts Dimension, practically the most famous universe in the history of forever."
"Elementary, my dear Wild," sighed Sherlock, "Do you know what Edinium is? Of course you don't it is specific to the Reset Dimension. Anyway, Edinium is a mixture of Imagination Energy and Corascathadium, the 119th periodic element. Anyway, just like Sodium and Chloride often form together to form salt, Imagination Energy and Corascathadium often form together to create Edinium. Naturally a lot of the potential energy hidden within the two elements is lost when they form Edinium, but that is only to be expected. However, usable Imagination Energy is still within the Edinium, but it does not give off the unique energy signature. Thus, you can easily hide the Imagination Energy within the Edinium without having to compromise all of its purity."
"Doesn't the Enigma Empire know of this?" asked the Ninth Doctor curiously.
"Of course they do, but they are not looking for it. In Enigma Empire standards, Imagination Energy withdrawn from Edinium is impure, and cannot be used for standard Enigma Empire ships. However, I am assuming the Winniex Empire would not have such high standards. Thus, their engines would be equipped to handle such impurities. Thus, we could effectively use the Imagination Energy within the Edinium to power DeWhite's ship. Now all we need to do now is figure out how to withdraw the Imagination Energy from the Edinium compound…"
"Doxia," interjected Wild, "Doxia will be able to do that."
"Well then, our course is clear!" exclaimed the Doctor cheerfully, "We go to Charlie Brown, get the Edinium, go to Doxia, ask him to extract the Imagination Energy, and then return here and fuel the ship up!"
"Exactly," said Sherlock, who actually sounded amiable for once.
"Well, you guys have fun," said Jared, "I think I am going to stay right here…"
"I think not," said Sherlock, "You are coming with us. We cannot have you running off."
"I wasn't going to run off!" exclaimed Jared indignantly, "I was just going to… um… er…"
"Seriously now," sighed Sherlock, "Do stop acting like an idiot. Now, follow me."
With that, Sherlock closed his eyes as he searched for the Peanuts Dimension. In a moment his eyes snapped open and a portal blossomed forth before the group.
"The Peanuts Dimension," said Sherlock, "Let's not dillydally."
Sherlock put his hands in the expansive pockets of his navy blue overcoat and strolled through nonchalantly. Wild glanced at Jared and beckoned with his head to go through. Jared rolled his eyes dramatically and tossed the banana (which he was still holding) away. He then walked through the portal as well.
"I will go upstairs and inform Jetfire and Rarity of the developing situation," said Wild to the Doctor, "You go through and join the rest. Do not expect us to join you, though. Jetfire is far too big, and the Peanuts Dimension is far too popular. He cannot risk being spotted. Rarity and I will stay with him."
"As you wish, Wild," replied the Doctor. With a wave and a grin, he then stepped through the portal. Wild turned around and began to trot away just as the portal closed with a "pop."
The moment the Doctor entered the Peanuts dimension, he began to grin. He and Sherlock had been here a couple of times, and the air always felt alive with energy and joy. He was standing on a concrete sidewalk in a small urban environment. Neat houses with lush lawns were lined up in rows along the clean and complete asphalt streets. The sky was blue with fluffy clouds dotting the expanse, and the sun shown cheerily down on him.
"Best… place… ever…" muttered the Doctor as he scanned the environment for his friends. He spotted them standing at a curb some distance away. The Doctor strolled up to them and said, "Hello everybody! Where are we going?"
"Oh, Sherlock is just trying to figure out where to go," said Jared.
"I am also trying to figure out how you manage to talk so much," muttered Sherlock, his eyes tightly closed. Suddenly he snapped, "And stop breathing! It is distracting me!"
Both Jared and the Doctor began to snigger. However, after a moment, they began to move a distance away to give Sherlock some room. After another minute or two, Sherlock opened his eyes and said, "I've got it. Now I remember. Follow me."
Snapping a finger loftily in the air, he began to stride off to his left. Glancing at each other in surprise, Jared and the Doctor began to run after him. It was an interesting sight, seeing such a motley group strolling together. Many parents and kids stopped and stared. It got to the point when a nicely dressed policeman walked up to them and said, "Blah blah blah blah blah."
Jared immediately paled. "What the heck is he saying?" he whispered harshly to the Doctor.
"Oh, do not worry, I speak Peanut Adult language," said Sherlock. He then began to converse with the policeman. It sounded like complete gibberish, but the policeman seemed fine with what had just transpired. He tipped his cap to Sherlock and then strolled away, twirling his baton.
"That… made NO sense whatsoever," said Jared, blinking in surprise.
"This universe in unique in the way that only the central characters seem to be able to talk. Incidentally, the characters are also children," said Sherlock briskly.
"Oh dear me, and here was I, thinking you did not like children," chortled the Ninth Doctor.
"I usually don't, their minds are too narrow and odd," sighed Sherlock, "But Mr. Brown is an exception is some respects. Hurry along now!"
Sherlock strolled off, not waiting for their response. The Doctor nodded to Jared, and they hurried after him again. In a couple of minutes, they were outside a nice house. It was painted an even red, with a sloping roof and a brick chimney. The front yard was surrounded by a clean white fence, and a small side gate led to a backyard. Sweeping back his overcoat, Sherlock strolled through the yard and rapped on the door.
A small girl with yellow hair opened the door. She blinked at him. Obviously she was slightly perturbed by the motley group before her as well.
"Can I… help you?" she said slowly, one eyebrow raised.
"Ah yes, Miss Sally Brown," said Sherlock, doing his best to smile, which was not the best at all, "I am here to talk to Mr. Charlie Brown. Is he here about?"
The door slammed shut. Sherlock opened him mouth, and then closed it. Then he blinked. He was about to comment to the Doctor about the manners of kids these days when he heard, through the door: "Big brother! That one weird man with the funny coats is back again! Should I set Snoopy on him?"
Another familiar voice echoed back, "What? Sherlock?! Oh good grief."
The door opened a moment later, and Charlie Brown looked up at Sherlock. "Ummmmm… How are you?"
"I am fine, thank you," said Sherlock, doing his best again to look amiable (which was still pretty terrible).
"Would you all like to come inside?" asked Charlie Brown after an awkward pause.
"Oh no, I am fine standing right here in this doorway," said Sherlock, "However, there is something you could do for me."
Charlie Brown nodded his head. "Of course. What is it?"
"Remember that one metal lunch box I gave you? The one I asked you to stow it away? Where is it?"
"Oh that. Yes, I kept it secure. It's in Snoopy's iron-guild safe. Come with me!"
With that, Charlie Brown got out onto the front porch with Sherlock and closed the door. He then led them around to backyard. Snoopy was lying on the top of his doghouse, sunning himself. However, the moment he heard footsteps, he looked up. He saw Sherlock immediately. Snoopy's face brightened up, and he dove into his doghouse. A second later, he emerged dressed like Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. He winked roguishly at Sherlock and pulled out a pipe. He stuck it in his mouth with a paw and began to blow bubbled from it. Sherlock sighed and facepalmed.
"Hey! It's… Sherlock…" said Jared, "Wait a second. That's Sherlock! But… are you Sherlock?"
"Of course I'm Sherlock, don't be daft," snapped Sherlock, "That is a different Sherlock from a different dimension and a different time. Mr. Brown, could you show me to the box please?"
Charlie Brown nodded and was about to go into the doghouse when he was stopped by Snoopy. Snoopy motioned for Charlie Brown to step away. He then strolled up to Sherlock and looked him up and down, still blowing bubbles from his pipe. Sherlock pinched his lips together; an obvious sign of annoyance, but Snoopy ignored it. Snoopy then held out a paw and nodded his head pompously.
"What, what does he want me to do? Shake his paw?" asked Sherlock.
"No, I think he wants you to hand him the password for the safe. Remember, you were the one who set it? I think Snoopy wants to make sure you're you," answered Charlie Brown for Snoopy.
Sherlock sighed. Reaching into one of his pockets, he pulled out a notebook and a pen. He scribbled something down on a page and then tore it out. Then he handed that small piece of paper to Snoopy. Snoopy glanced it over (still blowing bubbles from his pipe) and then nodded. He tossed the piece of paper away and strolled regally down into his expansive doghouse. There was a pause.
The Doctor finally broke the silence. "Though he may be dressed like a Sherlock from an alternative timeline, you have to admit he has your personality nailed to a point."
"Yes, yes, I know that," snapped Sherlock. He was very miffed. Sticking his hands in his navy blue overcoat, he turned around and looked away.
"Hey, Charlie Brown, can I have your autograph?" said Jared DeWhite who picked up the piece of paper Snoopy had discarded.
"Er, sure… Why?" said Charlie Brown producing a pencil from a back pocket.
"Are you kidding me? I read about you in the Sunday comics EVERY SUNDAY!" exclaimed Jared ecstatically.
"I have a Sunday comic?" asked Charlie Brown.
"That is best to be left hanging, unanswered," interrupted the Doctor hastily, to ensure that the dimensional timeline was not damaged.
Fortunately, Charlie Brown took this answer at face value. He scrawled his signature on the piece of paper and handed it to Jared. Reverently, Jared folded the paper up and carefully placed it in one of his jean pockets.
At this moment, Snoopy exited the doghouse with a lunch box. It was Pajama Sam's lunch box.
"Is that… Pajama Sam's lunch box?!" exclaimed the Doctor, "My word, that is an interdimensional relic! Why do you have it?"
"Calm yourself, Doctor," said Sherlock complacently (apparently he had gotten over Snoopy's exact impression of him), "This is only a copy. Pajama Sam gave me his second backup when I helped him track down several interdimensional rogues."
Sherlock quickly tapped on the electronic padlock that held the box shut. The padlock beeped and unlocked. Sherlock opened the lunch box and glanced inside. A dark stone that was glowing a mixture of red and purple lay in the center of the box. Nodding in satisfaction, Sherlock closed the box again and said, "I thank you for your time, Mr. Brown. Yours as well, Snoopy."
Snoopy pulled the pipe out of his mouth and then winked. He then turned around with a sweep of his overcoat and snapped a paw in the air pompously as he strolled away.
"Oh my gosh! That's exactly how you do it, Sherlock!" exclaimed Jared, laughing.
Sherlock simply put the lunch box under one arm and strolled away as well in the opposite direction.
"I am really quite happy to have finally met you, Mr. Brown," said the Ninth Doctor, "Perhaps if we are by this universe some time, we could stop by and have some tea."
Charlie Brown blinked. "Ummmm… okay."
The Doctor began to walk away. Jared followed him, but before he left the scene, he turned around and whispered, "I'm you BIGGEST fan…"
Charlie Brown stood in the backyard slightly bewildered. He understood who those people were, and what was going on, but he still did not understand the scale of the events transpiring around him. He was about to embark on a journey of contemplating the multiverse theory, and the answer to life, the universe, and everything, when Sally's voice called out from the house. "Big brother! It's Linus on the phone! Something about Lucy!"
"Oh good grief," sighed Charlie Brown.
"Where are we going now?" asked the Doctor.
"We are proceeding with the plan," answered Sherlock quickly, not breaking his stride, "We go to Abbington Falls and find Doxia. We then have him extract the Imagination Energy. Then we go back to that Winniex Hangar in the Warriors Dimension and fuel up the ship… Oh. That's odd."
Sherlock suddenly stopped.
"What? What's odd?" asked Jared.
"What DO we do with the ship once we are through with it?" asked Sherlock.
"Ooooooh! Sherlock is asking a question instead of answering one!" exclaimed Jared triumphantly. Both he and the Doctor began to chuckle.
"I would appreciate it if you two stop chortling like buffoons and state that either you don't know, or that there is some unlikely plan that you all had in mind," snapped Sherlock.
"Sorry," chuckled Jared, "I don't have a plan personally, but I was given an idea by Gandalf a while back."
"I beg your pardon… Gandalf?" exclaimed the Doctor, "You were visited by Gandalf? That's rather exciting."
Jared puffed out his chest and winked. "I bet you that it was exiting. However, he explained to me that if my ship became operational, I was to take it to Doxia, who would take it to some place called Rerenhaw. Something about raising the Glorious Lord Kytax or something."
"That makes no sense, but I trust Gandalf's judgment, if nothing else," said Sherlock curtly. He then closed his eyes and began to rub his temples with the tips of his fingers. After a minute or two, a portal opened up. It was Abbington Falls.
"Wait… YOU know how to get to Abbington Falls?" exclaimed Jared, "I thought I, Jetfire, and Finnian Jones were the only ones able to do that!"
"You were all trying to cover your tracks too hard," explained Sherlock, "It left a mark. A suspicious mark. That is how I found it. Of course, I've only visited it once or twice in secret. Follow me!"
With that, Sherlock, followed by the Ninth Doctor and Jared DeWhite, strolled through the portal.
In a moment, they were in that beautiful forest setting just before the town that held Finnian Jones' bookstore.
Dimension: Reset Dimension (Orbit)
Planet: Space
Specific Location: A parsec from the Carbine Asteroid Field
Time: Two weeks after the Paradox took over Equestria
Councilman Kaleb crossed his arms impatiently as he looked at a holographic projection of the battles waging across the sector. The United Federation of Colonies' fleets were pressing hard at his insurrectionist armada. To a trained eye, it was obvious that he was losing the fight badly. However, Kaleb was not worried, after all, he was not really Kaleb. He was the Phasetrooper placed there by the Paradox in his stead. His mission was not to win the war for the Insurrectionists, it was to bring all usable interdimensionally travelling ships developed by the U.F.C. to the Paradox, so that they could would not be within the grasp of Doxia and his allies.
So far, however, Kaleb had not received any commands from the Paradox, so all he could do was wait… and wait… and wait…
"It shall be any time now," muttered Kaleb as he watched another foothold in the Taurus Nebulae fall to the U.F.C. forces.
"Sir," said a soldier, "What shall we do?"
"You shall do your goddamn job and not ask questions, imbecile," snapped Kaleb. After a long pause, Kaleb sighed and said, "I have a plan… I just need a little more time."
With that, Kaleb turned around and strolled into his ready room. Kaleb sat down in his large swivel-chair and spun around in it. He had nothing better to do, after all. Then, suddenly, he received a call from the Paradox.
Kaleb smiled. That was exactly what was needed.
"Sir," said Kaleb to the Paradox, "What are your orders?"
"It is time," replied the Paradox, "It is time for us to begin. Call back all of your fleets and bunch them up into one area. Then, with the U.F.C. fleets in sight, jump to the Harmony Tree dimension. Seeing you do this, the enemy fleets will undoubtedly follow. They will be teleporting straight into a trap. The Sapphire Armada is vastly more advanced than their puny fleets. We have had a trillion years to perfect and build our weapons, after all. When you arrive, teleport out. The Sapphire Armada will destroy everything. The Insurrectionist Fleet and the U.F.C. Fleet. Understood?"
"Understood, sir," replied Kaleb. Happy to be in action, the Elite Phasetrooper imposter got up and opened a fleet-wide channel to all of his ships from his desk.
"This is Senior Councilman Kaleb speaking," said Kaleb stoutly, "I have a plan. We are all going to pull back to my position. When we have all arrived, we are going to use our Dimensional Jump Drives. We will be jumping to these coordinates that I am uploading to the helmsmen. From our new vantage point, we will prepare for a counterattack. We may still win this yet."
With that, Kaleb terminated the intercom and uploaded the interdimensional coordinates to the Harmony Dimension. All was going according to plan. In several minutes, all remaining ships of Kaleb's fleet arrived and surrounded his frigate.
Kaleb opened up another fleet-wide intercom and said, "We will be jumping in a second. I want to be able to see the enemy fleets across the expanse of space before we active the drives."
There was a minute-long pause. Suddenly a massive group of ships appeared out hyper-jump. It was the enemy fleet. The fleet hovered in space for a moment, then, gunning their engines, they began to hurtle toward Kaleb to tear his remaining ships to pieces.
"Right where I want you all…" murmured Kaleb. Then he yelled, "Jump! Every ships activate their drives."
The experimental interdimensional jump drives went into action. Ugly tears in space, time, and dimension blossomed forth as the primitive jump drives fired beams of power through the fabric of the universe. The portals hung in the air, the time-space continuum distorting around the edges. Then the portals swept forward to swallow each of its respective ships. Every once and a while, a portal would simply explode, destroying its specific ship and annihilating the adjacent ones as well. Nevertheless, most made it through. By the time the U.F.C. fleet had arrived on the scene, the Insurrectionist ships were gone.
The U.F.C. ships hung in the air for a moment… and then they activated their own drives. The same distorting portals rippled into existence before their respective ships, and began to envelope the fleet. Like the Insurrectionist ships' portals, once and a while a U.F.C. portal would also explode, spreading momentary havoc amongst the nearby ships. But, also just like the Insurrectionist ships, most of the U.F.C. fleet made it through… and they fell right into the arms of the Sapphire Armada.
Pictor, from his place aboard the E.E.S. Spatial Rupture, grinned as he saw all of the Insurrectionist Ships and all of the U.F.C. ships pull up next to each other… silent. There was no gunfire and no explosions. There was all in silence. Pictor began to laugh. The puny species before him had never imagined that there was already and interdimensional superpower awaiting them. But… there was.
"Open fire," he said briskly, "Kill them all. In fact, some of you might as well just ram them to save energy. Have fun."
Immediately the Sapphire Armada opened up fire with is legendary array of powerful weapons. Sizzling bolts of Dimensional Energy dissolved space as they tore their way to the small fleets before them. Then… hell broke loose. The U.F.C. and the Insurrectionist ships attempted to return fire, but they were absolutely outgunned. In less than a minute, more than half of Pictor's targets were gone.
"Okay, now we need to ensure that one survives…" said Pictor over his fleet-wide intercom, "Ummmm… That one. The 'Moscow Rain.' I have highlighted it on the global scan system. E.S.S. Vector, you will be in charge of clipping that pretty bird's wings. Send it spiraling to the surface of Equestria Earth with minimal damage. Kill the rest. Go now."
With that, the Sapphire Armada attacked again in earnest. In a second, the "Moscow Rain" ships burst into flames and spun into the orbit of Equestria Earth. It then spiraled down to the surface, crash-landing near what looked like Appleloosa according to Pictor's scans. Pictor then began to laugh again as he watched the rest of the targets burn. This was genocide in its purest form, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it so much.
After a moment of soaking the in joy of killing people, Pictor opened the fleet-wide link once more. "Status report," he snapped, "No damage, I presume?"
"Sir, the E.E.S. Jaorden took some damage when a ship it was trying to ram went critical with perfect timing. Nothing too severe, but there are a lot of deck breaches. Minimal casualties," answered a Phasetrooper captain.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE WAS DAMAGE?!" screamed Pictor into the link, "I'LL HAVE ALL OF YOUR HEADS ON PLATTERS!"
If the link had been a physical phone, he would have slammed it down. As it was actually a telepathic link, all Pictor could do was sever the link and stomp around grumpily. However, after a minute or two of doing this, he sighed and muttered, "I better bring the news of the accomplished mission to the Paradox."
Dimension: My Little Pony
Planet: Equestria Earth
Specific Location: The Crystal Empire
Time: Two weeks after the Paradox took over Equestria
The Paradox stood at the highest point of the Crystal Empire's castle, next to where the Crystal Heart had once been hidden. He sighed, almost contentedly, as he watched the Crystal Ponies go back and forth about their daily business, doing their best to ignore the Phasetrooper sharpshooters positioned on nearly every rooftop.
"If only the rest of the multiverse could be like this," breathed the Paradox, "Then I would not be so driven to destroy it all. I almost regret this… No. I must complete what I have said. If I let the multiverse continue to exist, all this beauty will eventually be consumed in darkness. It must be stopped now…"
Suddenly Pictor teleported in next to him. "There you are, Paradox," snapped Pictor, "Where the hell have you been? You missed the lightshow up above. It was glorious. I even think you could see the humans as they got sucked out into space only to freeze, boil, and become irradiated. It was glorious."
"You worry me Pictor," said the Paradox suddenly, "I am doing my best to cleanse the multiverse of violence by the ultimate solution, and here you are… worshiping the very thing I have targeted. Does this make us enemies?"
Pictor immediately looked at the Paradox warily, and began to back away slowly. "It depends," he said slowly, "We are gods. That makes us exempt, does it not?"
"Perhaps," said the Paradox slowly. After a long and uncomfortable pause, the Paradox continued, "Very well. Have you forced down one ship?"
"I have," said Pictor, "All is in order."
"Excellent."
"Paradox… there is one issue."
"There always is at least one issue. Tell me, Pictor, what do you speak of?"
"There was a break-in at the Canterlot Royal Treasury. Exactly one million four thousand and fifty-three bits worth of coins, gold, and jewels were stolen yesterday. The perpetrators were almost caught, but they escaped during a distraction 'accidentally' caused by Celestia."
The Paradox nodded his head slowly as he listened to Pictor speak. He was not at all worried, after all, it was not his royal treasury that was being robbed. After another pause, the Paradox said, "The perpetrators… where they identified?"
"Yes," replied Pictor promptly, "It was Princess Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and a unicorn by the name of Trixie. It seems that they got away cleanly, without being identified, the innocent, young fools."
"Hmmmm… What would be their sentence if they were caught?"
"Death," said Pictor as if he was discussing bacon and kittens and all things nice.
The Paradox nodded again. "What do you think we should do about this, Pictor? This is not our jurisdiction, but I am sure the Princess Celestia would 'appreciate' it if we 'helped' her apprehend the robbers."
Pictor grinned. "My thoughts exactly. I have a battalion of Phasetroopers with their names on it. What I think we should do is kill Twilight while she is with Flaming Star. We will then kill him as well and say that he was in the way of fire as we attempted to simply carry out the sentence. Then we can force Celestia to proclaim the acts legal."
"Your mind is twisted, but it serves its purpose," said the Paradox, "Do as you say."
"Oh, I will," hissed Pictor, "In fact, I think I will force Ravencroft Solace to carry out the sentence for me with that one battalion. He seems to have gone soft lately… it is time to see where his true loyalties lie…"
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