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I wanted to draw something else other than the adventure my oc is enduring and what better way to do so than to draw one of my favorite games. There’s not a whole lot of FTL uploads and I want to contribute an extra one (despite the game being almost a decade old).
 
Here’s a standalone story that I made just in case the picture up there isn’t enough.  
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The cold air that was ventilated inside the Kestrel didn’t stop its crew from sweating at the sight of the Rebel flagship looming above them. The flagship was smaller than the biggest Rebel cruisers that took charge in sweeping the last soldiers of the Federation. However, the flagship was a monstrosity of a cruiser. It’s smaller size can weave and dodge missiles and lasers unlike the slow moving frigates.
 
It has four different weapons mounted at the sides that can penetrate any weakness of any spaceship in their way. An ion weapon that can disrupt all shields. A laser weapon, while weak on it’s own can cause havoc when it pierces the hull and create holes in the ship. A missile weapon that pierces any kind of shield regardless of how thick it is. A beam weapon, that can pierce a strong shield and can cause fires in the ship.
 
A lone cruiser stood before it. The Kestrel, and its rag-tag crew of different alien species. An orange pegasus sat on the pilot seat, looking onwards at the final battle that was about to commence. She was speechless and afraid when she first laid eyes on the flagship. It was like seeing death bringing its scythe down on her.
 
She shook her head and cleared her throat. This was it, she can’t back down now! The fate of the Federation and Equis were in her hooves! This was the moment of truth if all the sacrifices the Federation made were worth it. Scootaloo tapped in the intercoms of everybody in the ship.
 
“This is it. The Rebel flagship. Are we all ready?”
 
“Just before we fight it, I just wanna say… it’s been an honor fighting alongside you, Scoots”
 
“Me too, Sweetie”
 
“Weapons are ready! I think the flagship has spotted us” A crewmate hollered in the intercoms. The Rebel flagship was nearing them. Sooner or later, the flagship will fire at them.
 
“If only Apple Bloom was still here… do you think we still have a chance?” Sweetie Belle doubted. The loss of a dear friend clouded her mind of any hope.
 
“I don’t think, I know we have a chance. We’re gonna take down that flagship and all Federation will be saved” Scootaloo confidently said.
 
“How do you know that?”
 
“Because the Federation do not accept surrender” She said as she saw the Rebel flagship’s weapons turn on. She shakily moved the Kestrel to intercept the flagship. The battle had just begun.