Mortal Ponies Chapter 2Mortal Ponies
Odoacer kept her head low, ignoring the other passengers on the lift down. She'd already been on the lift for ten minutes, and would remain on it for at least another ten. The only express lift to the Gut was on the top tier, and was only useable by the Guild of Engineers, so she was stuck on the slow down lift. She wasn't alone in her descent, there were a few other ponies, mares and bucks alike, who would be accompanying her to the bottom. They were regular worker ponies who worked in the Gut, only Odoacer was headed down for punishment. The lift stopped and ponies milled into and out of the small space, as they did at every stop.
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Even though she hadn't counted the decks as they descended, Odoacer knew they were nearing the Gut. The smell of burning fuel and scraping noises of Manehattan's massive engines was clear and only grew louder the further down they went. The car held only a handful of Grease-ponies and Engineers who were headed to work in
Mortal Ponies Chapter 1Mortal Ponies
The light was fading as night approached on this dreary evening. The once great Traction City of Manehattan was giving chase to a small mining barge that could barely be considered a town across the western Salt flats.
In her heyday Manehattan would have let such a meager prize alone in favor of much larger prey from as far north as the Ice Plains and as far south as the Quiet Sea. Unfortunately, prey was growing scarce and Manehattan was beginning to become an attractive target for larger cities. Ten years ago the decision had been made to hide in the low mountains of the Far West. Here Manehattan survived an little towns and static settlements, all the while hiding from cities too large to chase Manehattan into the narrow valleys of the Far West. Manehattan had since begun moving east into the Equestrian Hunting Grounds once more. The mining barge, small as it was, seemed a sign from the gods that the Lord Mare had made the right decision in moving the city ea
Flight of FancyDeryn stood at the base of the boarding ramp, momentarily frozen by a feeling she didn't get often. She was nervous, and about an airship. As daft as it might seem, she was more than a little scared. She'd flown aboard countless Darwinist ships of ever shape and size imaginable in her service to the London Zoological Society, but had somehow managed not to fly aboard a single Clanker airship. She looked up at the gondola of the SMS Ferdinand; its the unnatural angular shape, the lack of visible life, and the massive envelope hovering above all making her stomach feel more twisted than an airman's knot. "What's the matter, scared?" Alek jeered from just inside the gondola. She gave him a dirty look before saying, "I'm not scared! I'm just examining the thing."
She quickly made her way up the ramp, ignoring the Clanker boffins that were whispering about her apparent fear of flight. "Like a good Middy, eh?" Alek asked mockingly. "Ay, like a good Middy." She agreed, keeping her voice stead