//------------------------------// // Total Rule // Story: The Mane Six Rob a Bank // by Xenmas021 //------------------------------// No one really knew where Total Rule came from. No one questioned it either. When he became Chief of the Manehattan Police Department, however, one thing was for sure: Crime rates plummeted. With Total Rule's inauguration, crimes came to a cease in the city of Manehattan. Not that they were very high to begin with, but the occasional robbery or break-in did occur every now and then. But when the department found a middle-aged beast of a stallion sitting in the Chief's seat one morning, that all stopped. One officer did dare to ask Total Rule where he came from that day. The gray, towering stallion simply replied, "Get out of my face." That isn't to say, however, that his position was illegitimate. Some higher-ups, on paper, did elect Total Rule to replace the previous Chief, who had retired. Yet nopony asked about Total Rule's past again after the first incident. Total Rule was cold towards any other pony, but he was definitely a worthy Chief. He ruled with an iron fist, increasing the patrol runs the department was required to make and training his officers himself. He met any crime with a zero-tolerance policy and cracked down on any officers that became complacent. Once he found out about a pony who let a speeding ticket slide and he promptly stripped that officer of his badge on the spot. Any kind of gossip ceased in the office when all the ponies found out about Total Rule's near-supernatural hearing. He was a large, hulking earth pony, who was almost as tall as an alicorn. He wore a constant frown, which would twist into a grimace when he was particularly angry. His mane was shaved off in a buzz-cut and his tail hair was also shaved, leaving his actual tail completely bare. The rope-like stump was a bit difficult to see because of the leather coat Total Rule always wore, however. Nopony had seen his cutie mark. Total Rule sat behind his desk, which gave him an omniscient view of the office. He intensely studied what everypony was doing. If anypony was doing anything that didn't sit 100% well with him, he would yell at them from across the office. So far, the ponies had adjusted well to his rule, hustling to sort papers and communicate with ponies that were on patrol over the radio. The Deputy in Chief, second in command, spoke to the side of Total Rule's face. "Your experimental squadron has been properly equipped now, sir. They are set to begin training tomorrow at 0900 hours, sir," the Deputy said. Total Rule only nodded in response, not turning to look at the Deputy. "What are they fidgeting about?" Total Rule asked the Deputy instead. The Deputy followed Total Rule's piercing eyes to a group of officers huddled over a desk. "Go find out," Total Rule ordered before the Deputy could respond. Without hesitation, the Deputy trotted over to question the group. Total Rule didn't believe that yelling would have been constructive, as everypony was doing their job and yelling would only interrupt the workflow. A moment later, the Deputy returned. "It seems as if the same youngsters are street racing down 7th and Trot again, sir." "The same ones that have received three citations?" Total Rule calmly asked. "I believe so, sir." Total Rule grunted in response. He then rose out of his chair, towering a good six inches over the Deputy, who already stood at a respectable height. The loud chatter in the office lowered to a murmur. It wasn't often that Total Rule got up out of his chair. He moved briskly to the office's exit and left into the night. Twenty minutes later, Total Rule stood at the intersection of 12th and Trot, a particularly stoic look on his face. A cigarette glowed softly between his lips. Down the empty midnight street of Manehattan, he could hear a very faint cheering. Must have been about 7 blocks away. The sound of whooshing air was becoming more prominent, however. Soon enough, Total Rule could hear the flutter of pegasi wings approaching him. On cue, Total Rule slowly sauntered over the the middle of the street and waited. About ten seconds later, a pegasus rounded the corner of the street, bolting down the middle of the road. The pegasus had been flying so fast that he hardly had time to see Total Rule before he was caught by the neck. In a flash, the pegasus went from soaring down the street to being slammed onto the pavement of the road. He let out a desperate yelp as he felt Total Rule's weight stack on top of him. The Chief quickly twisted the pegasus' hoof and wing back into a tight lock. By then, another three racers had caught up and stopped before their incapacitated friend. "Hey what the hell, man? Let him go!" One of the stallions demanded. "You're all under arrest. This will not go on," Total Rule said, keeping the pegasus hostage. "Three citations is enough. If I could write the laws, you'd all have been jailed on the first offense. No matter. I still get the satisfaction of throwing you delinquents in jail." "You think a night in the slammer is going to stop us, you old rag? Pffft. We'll just race another day, another place, and you're not going to stop that, twat," the same stallion shot back. "He doesn't mean that sir, this'll be the last time we race I swear!" the pegasus under Total Rule's lock pleaded. At this moment, Total Rule looked up at the faces of the delinquents. He stared at each one, almost as if he was appraising each one. They won't stop. Total Rule looked down at the pegasus. "You're right." He eased his grip on the pegasus. "You won't ever race again." A sickening crunch came from the pegasus' wing. Instantly, the pegasus wailed in pain. Total Rule rose up from the racer, watching the pony twist and writhe in agony on the floor. The pony's left wing was horribly twisted out of place, nearly pointing completely backwards, flapping erratically as the pegasus loudly sobbed. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" the stallion who talked back to Total Rule cried out as he charged him. Total Rule spit out his cigarette and let a smile find its way onto his face before turning his back on the charging pegasus. He aimed, waited, and gave the pegasus a thunderous kick to the chest right before he crashed into him. The force was enough to not only stop the stallion dead in his tracks, but to send him sailing back onto the pavement. The only noise that came from the pegasus was a futile gasping for air. Pegasi were so fragile. Total Rule must have broken his sternum, knocking the wind out of the pegasus. It wouldn't kill him, however. Total Rule aimed a tad lower to miss the pegasus' head to ensure that. He stared silently at the other two racers. Two ponies moaned in absolute pain into the night at Total Rule's hooves. The two other pegasi looked at each other before wordlessly agreeing to drop and lay on the floor and wait to be taken to jail by Total Rule. There would be no consequences for Total Rule, as he was the creator of consequence himself. Nopony would question why two of the suspects were horribly maimed. On paper, Total Rule was simply defending himself from assault from a suspect in custody. In Total Rule's playground, nothing never went his way.