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by The Multiversal Federal Empire of MineLegotia and Equestria. . 29 reads.

Three Counters



Three Counters
"I don't deserve Rest"






MineLegotia and Equestria
03:01 MCT - 3/10/2389 ALB


Three Days Before the Jocosphite Wedding

Medical blinked, his eyes quickly scanned the room before letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. It was still their bedroom in their home. With a heave, Medical pushed himself against the headboard. The early morning moonlight still pierced through the curtains. A heavy weight on his chest… Medical searched his memories, but none of them could tell him how he got here. There was still the lingering sense of fear in his mind before he looked down, and all suddenly made sense. His clothing was half undressed, the underside of his body was exposed and down to the regions which will not be named because this is a Christian Regional Message Board. And in between the air and parts of his fur was Lavender, snoring away. A bit of saliva escaping her mouth and onto his fur. Even in this addled state, Medical knew full well what had happened.

“Lavender?” Medical asked weakly, using a hoof to push against her. The mare let out a groan before looking up at him with lidded eyes.


“Hello handsome,” She giggled. Medical’s eyes narrowed into a glare at the reaction.


“You did it, didn't you?” He accused Lavender, who stuttered before growing silent. “You did it!”


“Listen, I did it becaus-”


“Because I was tired?” Medical snarked back, “I thought we three agreed, Lavender, we agreed that… we would ask before doing that. You, you betrayed my trust Lavy!”


“You weren’t taking care of yourself Medical!” Lavender shouted back. “You’re gonna collapse one of these days because of your stubbornness you dumb stallion! Its the only way for us to make sure you didn't hurt yourself!”


“Hurt myself? So you can hurt me yourself!?”


“Oh would two be quiet!?” Stylus shouted, her figure still half covered by a blanket. Her mane was a mess, but the fury being projected through her tired face was enough to shut them both up. “You’re both at… probably at fault! Can we settle this like proper adults?!”


The two silently nodded before getting a huff from Stylus.


“Good, now, both of you apologise and explain why you’re both angry at each other.” Stylus commanded. The two of them silent like scolded children.


“I’m sorry for shouting at you…” Lavender mumbled, “But you should take care of yourself…”


“I am sorry for accusing you, Lavy…” Medical said with a sigh. “I don’t like my mind being messed with, without my permission.”


“We’re good? Good,” Stylus pushed herself up onto a sitting position and looked at the two. “So then, how do we resolve this?”


Medical spoke first. “Listen, I don’t like my mind messed around with, unless it's for a sexual thing and you asked first. If so, go right ahead, that’s hot,” Medical stated matter-of-factly, “But I don't like the procedures we’ve set up for that kind of thing being abused for other situations.”


“And I don’t like you not taking care of yourself, Medical,” Lavender shot back. “You’re becoming… like the Kaisar, workaholic and vaguely suicidal. Thats… thats not the Medical I know…”


“You’re reverting to old habits, Medical,” Stylus interjected with a gesticulation of a wing. Knowing Medical more, she knew that he had become better in the past, but even now he was reverting to the pony Stylus first met all those years ago. “Not sleeping, more working, more of that ‘I don’t deserve this’ mentality… What is it Medical?”


“I...“ Medical trailed off, eyes looking at Lavender. A quiet unsaid conversation took place before he spoke again. “I’m, well, just scared… failure, that and… repeating the same mistakes. You two already know that, if I’m not enough… this entire thing collapses.”


“How can you be sure of that?” Lavender asked. “How can you be sure you're the lynchpin in the system?”


“Because I am,” He said with a sigh. “Ordained by Administrative to be greater than both the Kaisar and Celestia! Do you know high that would mean?! Too high! Way too high! I’m just a stallion, I don’t deserve to become the same as a demigod and a semigod! I’m just a stallion with an epidemiology degree! I don’t think I’m meant to become Imperial Regent! Sure I’m proud to make it, but the more I do it the more I don’t think I deserve this position! I kept going up because I was just doing my job, I’m not qualified for this…” Medical looked at both of them before sighing again. “I don’t deserve all this, I’m just a simple stallion… I don’t even know why I must do it… it's too hard, it's all too hard…”


“Well… why don’t you just ask us for help?” Stylus asked, leaning in close to Medical. “We can help you…”


“And damn you all to this task?” Medical responded, “Better a mistake to die under the weight than someone with actual worth…”


“You have worth, Medi,” Lavender commented, hugging him. “You have worth to us... Article, Lizzie… Jason too… He wouldn’t have made you Acting-Kaisar if you knew he could do it.”


“Really?” Medical’s voice was quiet, it was fragile. He was tried, that any could tell. “You’re not lying, right?”


“I’d never lie to you, if you want…” Lavender pulled out a piece of paper out of her nightgown. It was a small crumpled piece, but Medical could clearly see its government origin. Written on it in recognisable horn writing, ‘Memetic Protection ag. Lavender Magic’. “I’m sorry…”


“Wha… no, I can’t, Lavender…” Medical said, looking at Lavender in the eyes. “Don’t ever think this is your fault. It’s mine…”


“Its not just… its not just your fault, Medical. We’re at fault too alright?” Lavender hugged him again, sniffing. “We… didn’t trust you would take care of yourself, and then we… I… abused the trust you have in me I’m sorry.”


Medical sniffled, before letting it all out. Crying. Lavender held him as the stallion tried to accept, once again, the fact that there were people who loved him. Stylus sighed at the sight, locking eyes with Lavender before joining in the hug. He was no doubt an extraordinary stallion, but without support, both of them doubted he could last long before collapsing into himself. Somebody had to be the mare behind the stallion, and by God would they two be it.


Now

“So you heard about the Ministriesekertarit…”


A Bureaucrat laughed as another stumbled onto the table. Laughs were exchanged all around between the bureaucrats. All of a myriad of species, the griffon of the group slapped the arriving bureaucrat with a wing. Remarking how long it took for her to arrive at the bar. The rest laughed at the joke the woman snapped back with, which was an attack at the griffon’s fertility. Such sights were common in the bureaucracy, where alcohol flowed as freely as the amount of paperwork that went through each bureaucrat’s desks. Gossips are traded, news are talked about, and deals arranged through the hazy view of a drunk night out with your colleagues. And for tonight, there was a certain topic in the air for the bureaucrats. In whispers or drunken shouts, word got around. One whispered it to another who gossiped it to another who yelled it to others who spread it around. Like a wildfire, it spread. Silken II knew how the bureaucrats worked. And thus had Shield IV embellish the facts they knew and spread it to the wind. And it got around.


“...kinky, is it not? I heard the lad had glowing…”


It was an easy way to get a rumour started, get a PI to get drunk in a bar near where the bureaucrats frequented. The rumour would eventually spread to the bureaucrats who wouldn’t know it originated from outside, since bars were the place where all information was exchanged.


“...vender was mind controlling I heard! The PI…”


By the time the midnight was over and the next shift came about at two in the morning, half the Bureaucracy knew. And by daybreak, everyone knew.


“Alright lads, I presume you all’ve received the memo?” Governor looked around the room. Those within the room were some of the most powerful within the Commonwealth. A copy of the memo was placed in front of the participants of the meeting. The Triumvirate of Preventuses - which he was part of - was here. With Executive and Director on the immediate right and left of him. Snowflake I and her husband were here… along with their two counterparts. ‘Explorer’ and ‘Incognito’ as they were called, were officially off the books regarding politics. However, controlling a surveying corporation and several paranormal organisations still meant they held political sway. Several of the Twilights were present too, their lavender coats all marred by a variety of accessories and dress codes, and their names replaced with numbers. Octavia XXIII and Zugzwang were joining via internet connection, and last but not least, Administrative was in attendance. Administrative wasn’t a small mare, she was quite tall for a mare from her era, her coat was white approaching blue, and her mane was as long as the Rean River in Griffonia. A horn jutted out like many others in the room, but it glistened in the lighting of the room.


“Indeed, it is quite a distressing situation,” Administrative spoke up first, “I presume Project Castling1 will be needed to be put into play immediately?”


“Definitely,” Director said with a nod. “Medical’s off overseas, literally right after he was made Acting-Kaisar. I suggest moving forward with Project Castling for his successor… who is,” Director took a peek into his memo. “... Minister Stylus Pen. Former anarchist, mother of two, and… interloper within the affair that Medical’s doing.”


“Mhm, so, if we are moving with Project Castling for Ms. Pen. What stages are we moving with?” One asked, leaning into her chair and twiddling with her pen. “We have four stages. Prolongement, Proliferation, Enhancement, & Transition. Do we prepare for Transition just in case foulness fall upon Mr. Atlas? Or do we take our current time and prolong her life now?”


“It is of my opinion, that we should move forward with Prolongement, just in case someone does try a decapitation strike as described in our Project statement,” Snowflake I - henceforth referred to as Market - remarked. “As long as we have a head, it’d be easier sailing rather than having no head.”


“I agree with that sentiment,” Three echoed. “Better a head that angers the body than no head at all.”


“Let’s take a vote,” Governor stated, “All in favour of launching Stage One of Project Castling to Minister Pen, please vote Aye, as procedure.”

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13 2 1

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Governor looked away from the projector displaying the results of the vote and back at the gathered personnel. “Alright then, next on our agenda. The implementation of Project Castling onto the current successor to the Kaisar.”


“I propose we focus on the Transition Stage for Mr. Atlas,” Three spoke up, pulling out a folder from underneath her seat. “He’s already in power, we better focus on making sure he can hold his own on the political stage, and neuter any threats to his power now. I don’t know why we didn’t do this earlier, but I say we need to do it now.”


“We didn't do it till now because all expected the Kaisar to actually return, and we presumed that Administrative’s blessing would have been enough. Did he actually take the vials or not?” Two interjected before turning at Administrative. “Prolongement has already been done by you on Medical, but did he do Proliferation?”


“No, I don’t think he wants to make his family immortal unless they consented,” Administrative said with a sigh. “The stallion’s too scared to commit, imposter syndrome if I’m correct. So, just like the Kaisar.”


“So we have to launch Proliferation ourselves, but that doesn’t answer my question,” Three noted, “Do we move forward with Transition for the Minister or not?”


Governor scanned the room, silence replied to him and he spoke up. “Alright, let’s take a vote,”

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16 0 0

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“Good,” Administrative smiled, it was a long thin one. “Now then, I presume thats the two most pressing matters done with?”


“Mhm, now we have to deal with the details… regarding the problems with the Transition Stage for Minister Atlas,” Governor responded. “Director, can you explain our problems?”


“No,”


Governor turned to Director with a tried look, “Please…”


Director let out a dry chuckle, “Alright, alright. So, as my sources can confirm. The main problem to the Transition Stage for Minister Atlas… and also his successor, Minister Pen. Is the fact they are believed to be involved in an ménage à trois, specifically with Ministersektrariat Fletcher, a marefriend to Minister Atlas from before his conscription.”


Market laughed. “Bah! He’s taking after us, here.” A series of laughter and several blushes filled the room. “But yes, I do see the problem with that… Can we cover it up, though?”


“It isn’t public knowledge yet, to my knowledge,” Director leaned forward, “So, we can cover it up. I do have my Department of Knowledge Manipulation preparing for an event in which such knowledge emerges, we do have antimemetics prepared... for the worst case scenario. But I doubt you would let that fly, so we have basic protocols in place.”


“That’s good… are there any threats internally to Medical’s regime?” Octavia’s voice buzzed out from the speakers.


“Most likely from the Imperial Family, but there aren’t any… from what I see. Agents have reported something to do with Wleian II, but nothing solid,” Director answered with a cough. “So far, at least. I suggest we take measures with a show of force to remember who the Kaisar appointed as successor.”


“I dont think thats a good idea, no need to antagonise anyone into conflict,” Two said, getting a nod from One. “We do that, and we might provoke fear in them, and that's just counterintuitive.”


“Mhm, I think we at the very least need to relocate troops to MineLegotian Canterlot and Xiahe… just in case,” Executive chimed in. “Some paranoid planning never hurt anybody.”


“Still think a show of force is needed,” Director reiterated.


“Mhm, does the opposition have anything to add?” Governor asked, looking around the room. A moment of silence passes before he continued. “Well then, take a vote… on the matter of a show of force?”

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6 8 2

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“Alright, shot down then. What about stationing troops near MineLegotian Canterlot and Xiahe?” A series of clicks followed as the meeting participants casted their vote.

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9 3 5

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“Mhm, five abstain. Well then,” Executive lit a cigarette. “We’ll get ITF Beta-62 and Alpha-293 out there. Is there anything else we need to meet about, Governor?”


“No, does anyone have anything to add? No? Well then, I call this meeting adjourned.”



Footnotes
1A CRC Project tasked with ensuring smooth transition between the Kaisar and his successor.
2Imperial Task Force Beta-6 “City Inquirers”
3Imperial Task Force Alpha-29 “Three Strikes”




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