A Space Opera!

Ampera Banxiix Charge was a good officer. She showed up to work on time, did what she was told, and only slightly electrocuted criminal scum.  Naturally, a good officer would show up relatively quickly when prompted by their chief… Unfortunately, Chief Cuff’em was… a bitch. A bitch Ampera couldn’t slightly electrocute, because again, she was a good officer.  She chose instead to delay her response time in minor rebellion, showing up a few moments after the chief had yelled at her unfortunate secretaries.


Ampera sported her uniform, and, her hair red-orangey mane was styled in her characteristic razor cut. Unlike a good officer, however, she did sport a tattoo in clear view: a blue lightning bolt under her right eye.

“You called, M’aam?” she said, saluting Cuff'em politely.

Ampera sat down as commanded, her attention on Cuff’em herself. “Uhh… Thank you for the compliment, M’aam, and yeah, It’s done. Filed and everything. What do you have for me?” She asked Cuff’em, waiting for the other mare to continue.

“Sweet Celestia… does she have any other expression? Jeez… It’s like she was born with that pole up her ass or something… Maybe she just needs to get laid.” Ampera thought to herself as she spoke.

“That almost sounded like she was upset at me for doing my job…” Ampera thought, slightly amused with Cuff’em’s first statement.  When the chief shut the shutters and darkened the room, Ampera got a little excited. It wasn’t every day that you got a job important enough to prompt precautions like these, and important jobs usually ended with promotions. Promotions meant more money… and more money meant more booze, which naturally meant a happier Ampera.

Ampera waved slightly at the personal AI. Just because they were synthetic, didn’t mean they didn’t deserve some respect too. “Of course, M’aam.” she said in response to Cuff’em’s question.

Ampera looked at the orb, and later the planet, with genuine interest. “Alright… do they have any leads?” she asked Cuff’em. She assumed that the chief would provide for transportation, and whatever else she’d need during this mission, so she chose not to ask. Cuff’em may be a bitch, but, she was a bitch who was good at her job. "And, is this going to be a solo mission?" Ampera finished with a question.

When the pictures changed as they did, Ampera gave the displayed pony the same treatment she gave every other pony upon first seeing them. "Mmm... Nice flank. Decent curvature, pretty face... interesting markings. A solid seven. Not. Bad." she thought to herself as Cuff'em went about explaining that the core had in fact already been acquired, and that she was basically going to be relegated to becoming this pony's side-kick for the duration of the mission. The latter did irritate her slightly, but, when she thought about it... the prospect of eventual boozing overpowered her irritation.

"Alright, I'm with you so far." Ampera said, prompting Cuff'em to continue.

Ampera naturally did what she did to new faces once again, rating them as Cuff’em went on. Their collective scores averaged out to ‘meh’.  Sure, she’d seen the Syndicate Six before, but, she’d never really looked at them closely like this, in eye popping 3D. When Cuff’em spoke of Bottom Ripper, Ampera had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing… “Honestly, who the buck names their foal ‘Bottom Ripper’.” she thought as she listened to her chief’s orders.  “I understand, and, I’ll do my best to avoid Bottom Ripper. If we do run into one another, what are your orders?”

“Noted. I’ll avoid dying to the best of my ability M’aam.” Ampera said in response to her chief’s orders.  Personally, Ampera would’ve rather just electrocuted them all, consequences be damned… then again, there existed these annoying little things called ‘rights’ and, even criminals had them. Plus, she was ordered not to by the chief bitch herself, and good officers followed chief bitch’s orders.

“How very thoughtful of you, M’aam…” she said when Cuff’em mentioned the funeral plans. “... I wonder if her expression would change if I applied fifty thousand volts straight to her crotch.” Ampera thought to herself as the chief lifted her restrictions.

“No questions, M’aam. I’m ready to go.”

“Chief Rough Cuff’em… actually smiled. Holy shit. There wasn’t even any corporal punishment this time. Probably drugs.” And then Ampera noticed the chief’s worried expression, “Definitely drugs.”  

Officer Charge gave Cuff’em a smile in return. “Don’t worry, M’aam, I’ll be back.” she said, once again saluting before she turned to leave the chief's office.  Ampera had to get to ponyville… it shouldn’t be terribly hard, it was 90XX ATP, after all. She’d seek the easiest way to get there, and pursue it to the best of her ability, and then seek out The Storyteller.

Ponyville’s rich history mattered not to Ampera, she had a job to do; more specifically, a pony to meet. She trotted through the streets village, looking for The Storyteller. A few moments of searching would bear fruit in the form of intrigue about an interesting occurrence at Sugar Cube Corner, a pastry store.

Ampera followed every lead to the end, a conviction born of the dedication she had to her job. So, she made her way to and into the aforementioned store of sugary goodness and looked around.

“Sweet mother of diabetes…” Ampera mumbled when the sight of Sugarcube Corner’s interior came into view. She ventured further in, spotting The Storyteller as the foals went about fangasming over what she assumed was a story. “Well, at least they’re not doing drugs, still, hell’a annoying.” she thought as she listened to their made up words and watched them move like spazzing ragdolls.

For a moment, Ampera worried that she would have to wait for her soon-to-be partner to finish entertaining the foals, but that worry was quickly replaced with minor relief when the two ragdolls turned up the music. Ampera, still clad in her officer’s attire moved towards The Storyteller himself, waving him a hello as she approached.

“You sure seem popular.” Ampera responded in like loudness. She followed The Storyteller to the table of his choice, and sat with him. “Come here often?” She asked half in jest. Ampera was really just making small-talk at this point, honestly not sure how to proceed with the conversation, or how to breach the topic of their mission. It was the first time she’d ever done something like this, and the prospect of failure forced her to limit herself. Normally, she’d be blunt, grab the stallion and go to town on the mission… but this was important, life-endingly important.

“The storyteller literally told stories. Well… Uhh… I’m not sure why I’m surprised here.” Ampera thought when her partner spoke of children and adults. At his mentioning of her attire, a lightbulb somewhere within Ampera lit up, and she realized she was still wearing her standard uniform… undercover. “Well… I didn’t die on the way here… So it was probably okay. Probably. Fuck me, Ampera, you're better than that.” she thought, nodding and following the stallion out of Sugarcube corner.

“Alright then, where to?”