((ooc: Here are several titans. The Emperor is the big one. The small red dot in the centre is a space marine (for scale; about 2.2 metres or 7.5 feet tall).))

((ooc: Here are several titans. The Emperor is the big one. The small red dot in the centre is a space marine (for scale; about 2.2 metres or 7.5 feet tall).))

Roh: HALT: IN THE NAME OF THE LAW ((Mind posting a pic of it?))

*The partially-constructed titan obeys a higher law: gravity.*

((ooc: Sure, coming right up.))

Roh: *Looks up at the crackling* HALT!

*The crackling energy coalesces into a portal, as Nightmare Moon’s machine stabilises and strengthens the gateway between universes. The portal begins pulling a sizeable portion of one of the Imperium of Equus’s manufactorums, including workers, several very disoriented Imperial Guardsmen, and a partially constructed Emperor Titan, and depositing it in the air above Roh.*

Eet vas ahn honor... *Stands back up shakily, and goes off to treat his wounds*

Go down to the medical station. They will return you to as good as new. Better, even, if you want. We treat Our followers well.

Well if you ever wanna visit the nest, you're free to drop by.

We will consider it. However, We aren’t sure it would be the best idea. We have a bit of… personal history with Munin.

Thanks, Nightmare. Need anything else?

No. We thank you for your service.

…Though you might want to take the back way out of the castle. We’re having a bit of a giant robot problem at the moment.

Roh: UNOFFICIAL STATEMENT: PERSONAL STATEMENT: I'M STAYING. DEAL WITH IT.

*The loudspeaker makes no response. Instead, the sky begins to turn purplish, and clouds of crackling energy begin to form above Roh…*

*Comes back through the portal after several minutes, covered in minor burns* Done... *Falls over* ~Half Past

…We are impressed. Well done. *She shakes her head as she really didn’t expect him to return.*

Now, Our foe will witness Our new power…

You cahn count on me. *Runs through the portal with the machine*

*The portal leads to inside some kind of hangar. Ponies in armour start shooting at him with lasers as soon as he steps through.*

Winning side you say? I like being on the winning side. Count me in temporarily. ((Temporary Zim-sidings!))

Ponies only, sorry.