Fandom MLP: Elements of Chaos

[N7Sniper]

A former student of Celestia, a talented Unicorn stallion named Nova Storm was banished from the kingdom when Princess Celestia discovered he was conducting unethical experiments on her subjects and that he had learned how to create new life. Destroying her student was the only way she could help him repent for his sins and bring rest to the many ponies murdered. But before he could be taken into custody he narrowly escaped with the help of two artificial ponies he had already given life. Although the princess searched for him he was never found.

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Years have passed and Celestia has picked up a new student Twilight Sparkle, a student who was able pass her tests an become royalty herself. Little did Celestia know an old forgotten student would finally reveal himself again and soon plummet Equestria into chaos again.

Our story beings in Dr, Storm's new lab at the end of Equestia​

 

[N7Sniper]

Dr. Storms underground Lab


War


War trotted down a dark corridor with the smell of dirt prominent in the air as always there was never much change in the smell living in an underground base. It was cold, dark and dimly lit; candles line the walls at ten foot intervals the same way it was all throughout the base and was something War had grown accustom to. He was completely at home walking alone in the near dark, assured by his familiarity and skills that nothing would be able to bother him if it tried. Either way if he felt the need for light he was trained well enough in his pyrokinesis to provide it for himself.


War was just coming from the supply room as ordered by the creator doing as he was told he prepared enough saddle bags for him, his brothers and their master. He hadn't been told what to place into those bags so he slipped his armor into one and suspected their master wanted to take care of the rest his self. It wasn't usually for the creator to be vague in his orders, he typically was but still the request had been odd. War was starting to think this sudden request indicated they would be leaving soon; he wasn’t sure what to make of that he was… conflicted.


On one hoof since the creation of his first younger brother, War had dreamed of leaving this place. While it was only he and his single elder brother the cruelty they undertook had somehow slipped past him. War had never been very self-preserving. But when his little brothers started showing up a protective instinct had taken over. It made him wish to escape taking his little brothers with him.


But on the other hoof he had barely ever been out of the base before and knew nothing about the world outside or how to live in it, perhaps the entire world was like this and there was no point in leaving.


He shook his head to dispel the thought what really worried him was the fact his little brothers knew even less then he did and that wasn’t much. Most of them had never seen the sun before, it was a tragic truth. He was worried about how they might adjust, he was one of the calmer more disciplined of the brothers yet he wasn’t even confident in his own abilities to simulate to a new life. They were not yet ready for that and it was the main reason he had not tried to escape on his own. Being one of the masters oldest and most trusted he had a lot more leniency on what he was allowed to do and where he was allowed to go. There had been opportunities to escape but War had not taken them he was not going to leave his brothers to their master’s wrath, he would wait and help prepare them for escape then when the time came he would take them all with him, even if it meant killing the creator in the process.


He narrowed his eyes with new found determination; if they were all getting ready to leave he needed to do what he could to make it easy on his brothers. But until he knew what was going on he was to act as if all was normal. The master had ordered him to go back to his daily routine after making the preparations and right now it was sparring time.


War’s cutie mark was a shield with two crossed swords in front of it, it symbolized his combat prowess he was the ideal person to train others in the art of combat but as with most cutie marks the skill came to him naturally and was not the same for his brothers. Still he felt the training was important he wanted them to be able to defend themselves if ever needed and if possible without their abilities to kill the other ponies despite their masters wishes.


He walked through a door at the end of the corridor into a large circular room that was commonly used as a space for the ponies to hangout but worked well for an arena while they sparred. The stables they all used for sleeping lined the walls, the rest of his brothers where in there currently. That was not a surprise, he and Pestilence where the only two allowed to roam the rest of the building without the master’s permission.


Pestilence at the moment was up in the rafters above the area probably asleep but War was not sure and not interested enough to find out. He was going to ask for volunteers first and he knew from experience Pest was not going to go first or go at all if he could help it. Madness was following Disaster around the room as usual; Disaster was the most rebellious, ill-tempered of his brothers and got on War’s nerves on a regular basis. For some reason the young Madness had imprinted on him and follows him around like a puppy. It drove War crazy as he does not see the impressive qualities in Disaster that Disaster sees in himself that causes Madness to look up to him. War always felt that Disaster was going to be a bad influence on the youngest brother, least they couldn’t get into too much trouble trapped in this room. Famine was staring at the wall for whatever reason, he is always rather quiet and reserved with few interests but at least he never caused any trouble and was very obedient. Death was in his stable doing who knows what, War could only tell because that pony’s mane was so long he could often see his tail half out of the stall when he was in their backwards. Despair at the moment was no were to be found if War had to guess he assumed he was sulking in his own stable perhaps Death was trying to encourage him.


War walked into the center of the arena before speaking. “Alright, front and center it’s time for work.” War waited for his brothers to response whether it was with excitement or annoyance. “Who would like to go first? I will be the opponent for today.” War puffed up slightly and spread his large wings. Most ponies hunker down before a fight protecting their chests from sudden assault but War showed his weak spot unarmored and without fear. He was always a hard pony to unnerve.

 

[AkumaHunter]

To most lounging around in the high scaffolding of a room would seem both uncomfortable and stupid, especially if you took to actually sleeping while you were up there, but Pestilence had little worry. Honestly, the rafters were his favorite spot out of all of their home, even if he took the chance of rolling off while he was unconscious, for a number of different reasons. As a Pegasus he loved to stretch his wings and the gritty (in his opinion) stables offered him little to no room to actually make himself comfortable, plus the scaffolds offered him much needed isolation. War was the only other pony capable of reaching him there, as they were the only ones capable of flight, so he could always count on being left alone. However, it was also a good place for safety; he was still in the room, and still very capable of commenting on and harassing his brothers as he pleased, and there was little they could do to sufficiently retaliate.


Currently he was draped along the high-up beams, lazing on his stomach with his wings and legs tucked comfortable underneath him, his eyes closed though he was not yet asleep, rather he was snoozing around doing his best to block out all noise underneath him. At least until War barged into the room, throwing the doors open much louder than he assumed his Pegasus brother had intended to. Pestilence offered little reaction aside from a twitch of his ears and tail. He huffed in annoyance, knowing that since his younger brother had entered in such a soldierly manner, it meant there was some ‘soldierly’ task they must now participate in, and he knew what the Pegasus wanted even before he spoke up.


Sparring! Of course it was bucking sparring! The most favorite pastime of no one but War!! It’s easy to realize that there locked in one room the brothers can’t take on many hobbies, but there is more to life than sleeping and sparring. Not to mention, it was one of the only past-times the brothers did together collectively, and Pestilence had found himself to be rather bad at it. He was a ranged fighter, his abilities were slow going, he wasn’t built for combat and especially not combat that put him in such proximity to his enemy. He wasn’t defenseless, he definitely wasn’t weak, but he wasn’t made for sparring and there was no way he would participate if he didn’t have to. He refused to make a fool of himself, especially when in front of everyone.


He initially intended to ignore War as usual, but when the Pegasus ordered them all to gather and volunteer he could barely help himself. Pestilence didn’t have much of a thing for authority figures, the only one he’d ever known had been their Creator and he wasn’t ever planning on crossing him, but he always felt aggravated when War took charge. He assumed it came naturally to the Pony, but he was younger than Pest and didn’t really have a place to act like he was the elder. Again, Pestilence wasn’t one to directly confront War on that either, as he’d said, he was a bad fighter (and War wasn’t definitely good at it), but his reluctance didn’t keep him from being cynical.


As his brother asked for volunteers Pestilence stood from his resting place, though he didn’t come down. He huffed out a bit of annoyance, “Sorry there, Commander-in-Chief, but I’d rather not kick your flank so early in our matches that you’d have to sit out the rest, since this is your favorite, and only, hobby. I’ll let somepony else take over first. Enjoy yourselves,” He plopped back down on his side, only now facing the room so he could watch the matches. As much as he hated sparring, he did love to commentate.

 

[queenskully]

The energetic unicorn, known as Madness, was a odd and disturbing pony, but if one could look past the hypnotizing eyes and the wide, wicked grin then they could see he was just a very friendly, loud, and humorous fellow. Madness always had a cheery presence about him and that could usually be told by his obvious sharp-toothed, grin he sported no matter where he was. He also has a rather mischievous personality trait which most likely came around when he started to hang or more like follow, Disaster around.


Madness had no issues with his other brothers what so ever, but he always was a bit worried that he might upset them some way when he tried to play around with them. He just talks and jokes around in his own little way which would be considered harmless fun to him with a slight twist of some mischief. Pestilence, even though he was the oldest of all, seemed to be pretty lazy and cocky about things to where he'll always have some smart remark to say. War, although caring and protective, was out of the question seeing he was more of an authoritative figure and took things seriously in Madness's eyes. Despair is quite depressing, but Madness doesn't let that bother him since he attempts to ask Despair to do some fun things with him and what not. Famine looks..nice, but he wasn't much of a talkative one nor did he really do much except possibly daydream about things or just stared off at something. Madness hasn't truly got to know Death ,besides the assumption he is shy, so he doesn't know how to interact with him.


Now Disaster was another story. Some would think Madness would be intimidated by him due to his rebellious personality and it was that way in the beginning. When Madness first met his brothers he felt awkward, but due to his cheery personality he had no trouble when warming up to them as he got to know them. At first, War, Famine, and Disaster were all the ponies he truly was afraid of. Interacting with Famine didn't get many conversations out of him which led to Madness feeling awkward about trying to find something else to converse about. War could hold conversations which kept Madness at full attention since he liked to hear whatever he said although joking around with him wasn't a good idea since he would take the jokes seriously and doing some mischief got him a scolding. Later he interacted with Disaster and came to see that he had the liberty of joking and talking around with him A LOT. Also doing some mischief on his other brothers became to be something Disaster would encourage just to get a kick out of it. Now Madness tends to follow and look up to Disaster even though he knows it annoys him to no end, he continues to do so with a happy grin. There are times where Madness doesn't really agree with what Disaster does, but he'll either keep his mouth closed or try to talk to him about his concerns.


When Madness heard War's announcement about wanting someone to spar with him, he couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Hehehehe! As expected from War. Heh it's like that's all he ever wants to do, but oh well! Let him have his fun with the idea." He shrugged while still chuckling a little. Madness knew for a fact he couldn't beat War no matter how hard he try. He was all about physical power and Madness was more of a mental fighter. Madness still needed to have better mental control of his powers and physically he was not fit to fight head on. He walked over to where some of his brothers were lining up and looked at War with a nervous smile. "I'm not a good, experienced fighter so I can't really participate. Sorry heh heh.." He chuckled nervously as he looked at him hoping this didn't anger him any.

 

[Mrs Alenko]

The rock coated pony paced around the room, like he almost always did every day, out of agitation. He was sick of this place, never getting to go anywhere but this stupid room. The punk pony was so stir crazy that he honestly started to believe he'd explode or something of the like. It made him so angry that he just wanted to break all the walls down and leave. Though the only thing keeping him from doing so was he still didn’t have as much control of his strength as he wanted. If he wasn’t careful, he thought could bring the whole place in seriously injuring his brothers.





Once again Madness was right there with him, it was like his younger brother never left him alone. Don't get him wrong, the attention and the admiration where wonderful but it seemed like the other pony never left. Then again they were all kind of stuck in the same room together so of course he never left, though that wasn't what he meant. Perhaps he could convince Madness to prank one of the others again, that was always funny. Heh...Though those pranks always led to lectures from War, and he always knew that Disaster was the one putting Madness up to it.


It was always you should know better then that, Disaster stop encouraging him to do it, and yada yada yada Honestly at that point the punk stopped listening to the lecture and nodded his head to get the other pony off his back. Disaster watched War enter the room and move to the center. ‘This should be good’ He leaned against the wall close to him, not even surprised that Madness was right there behind him like always.


Disaster rolled his eyes and scoffed as he listened to his brothers. Pestilence would opt out by saying he'd kick War's flank, ha! as if. More like War would kick his flank since well as Pest did mention, fighting was War's favorite hobby it seemed. Disaster would have been surprised at it seeming like Madness was talking to himself if it wasn't for the pony to be round him almost twenty four seven. Just like he expected, Madness too decided to opt out of going first.





Rolling eyes, Disaster walked forward to stand in front of War, "I'll just make this quick, bro. I'll go first..Like I almost always do." He muttered the last part more to himself then to any pony else.

 

[N7Sniper]

Dr. Storms underground Lab


Death


A tapping similar to a pencil on paper was emanating from Deaths stable followed by some painful scratching sounds. Death held a rock in his mouth and was scratching the walls of his stall with it, the markings where hardly distinguishable all being white against the stone from the rock leaving scratches. But what he had been trying to do was draw, he had heard many tells from his elder brother War about what little he knew of the outside world and it was what Death was attempting to recreate for himself know.


He had drew trees as best as he could replicate from Wars description, a lake, a house and some winged creatures War described but none of them where sure what they were called. He stepped back to admire his work with a smile then ran in a small circle trying hard to imagine being apart of his drawing and seeing what these wonderful things looked like in real life. He then stopped and thought about what to add, picking up his rock he began to draw some poorly made stick ponies three Pegasus, two unicorns and a earth pony, is brothers.


He smiled to himself again before he heard War speak and one ear flipped backwards to here him. With his announcement Death turned and left his stable quickly the thought of sparing exciting him. Death enjoyed improving his skills he wanted to be strong enough that if he needed to he could help protect his family. He cantered over and skidded to a stop his face taking on a look of disappointment when Disaster stepped up to the plate, he always took the first turn but death was to nervous to speak out against him so he just stepped back. He hung his head and turned to go back to his drawing, at least he had his own world to play in.

 

[TwistedFate777]

The shadowy stallion known only by the title of his talent for spreading decay and starvation, Famine was at his usual location. The circular cell he called home. The vexatious babbling of his younger kin Madness filled the room but he didn't seem bothered. He set in the corner fixing his piercing gaze onto the concrete wall before him. His golden pupilless eyes shined against his black body like stars shined against the inky black curtain of the nights sky.


At first glance he seemed to be gazing into a lifeless wall but Famine had his sights set beyond that to a world of his imaginations. He knew nothing of the world beyond this prison his only knowledge came from the stories of his older brothers. War spoke of the sky. A blue mass stretching out as far as you could see into the distance that magically changed as the day progressed. When it changed it took on the form of a beautiful dark shroud decorated with bright lights known as stars. He imagined what stars must look like each one had its own glow but they joined together in spectacle of radiance. Such a view was incomprehensible to the unicorn who hadn't experienced anything beyond the walls that surrounded him. He had asked his eldest kin Pestilence for stories but he was averse to sharing.


Famine was deeply engaged with his flight of fancy when a call awoke him from his conscious slumber. "Alright front and center its time for work." the voice was none other than his brother War. His eyes rolled as his imaginings were once again put on hold for their daily routine of cultivation. While his feelings towards the activity were opposing he understood it was inevitable so he would join his other brothers at the center of the room.


His body moved like the shadow it was as he slithered silently across the cold floor to his crimson colored kin.


"Once again I am pulled from my world of whimsy and freedom back into the cold prison of reality for something as simple as skirmishing for the sake of education." he would mutter beneath his breath with a voice that sounded cold yet somehow ceremonial. He would step back allowing the others to step forward as they see fit, Disaster seemed to volunteer just as he had expected. "Please allow me to abstain from the first match, I wish to merely observe." He would move back before the carnage could commence and would allow the following events to unfold without his influence.