Several Hundred Lightyears Beyond the Edge of the Galactic Assembly.
"Tourists?!" A massive stallion, filthy and bloodied, screamed in rage at a pair of white-coated unicorns, a mare and a stallion. Around them, the largest narcotics and chemical weapons hub in the fringe worlds laid in ruins. Emergency forcefields held a tenuous atmosphere in despite gaping holes in the hull, even while fires worked to consume the oxygen that was saved. Cargo and criminals were floating in the vacuum beyond, and the few small ships that weren't entirely destroyed were engaged in rescue and recovery operations. "You still expect me to believe you two are tourists?!"
"Well, we are," the stallion said with a shrug, annoyance clear on his face as he brushed a speck of ash off his otherwise pristine coat, "so we don't really care if you believe us, isn't that right, dear?"
His companion nodded, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. "This vacation has been simply dreadful."
The angered stallion raised his damaged hoof, a modified bionic limb, skin and fur sloughing off in grotesque layers from the caustic coolant he was doused with. He pointed it at the white stallion's head, the barrel of a blaster slowly extending on a mechanical frame. He leaned in close. "I'm gonna blow your head off," he whispered over the whine of charging capacitors, "then I'm going to have my way with your mare before I blow hers off, too."
"Well," the mare scoffed, "that's not nice."
Screaming in impotent frustration, the injured cyborg brought his hoof around, pointing it at her instead. "I can change the order!" he growled.
Ignoring the weapon that was pointed at her, she looked over at the other stallion. "I told you we should have simply gone to Tan Taba."
"Oh, sure," he threw his hooves up, "no matter where I take you, you always want to go somewhere else." The white stallion made mocking mocking movements with his hoof. "Whine, whine, whine, nag, nag, nag, that's all I ever get."
"Shut up!" The cyborg shoved his mechanical hoof back towards the stallion, and twisted his hoof, there was a pulsing glow for a moment before the weapon discharged an angry orange beam. It lanced out with a crackling sound before striking a purple-coated pegasus in the chest. He screamed as the incandescent energies consumed him from within, but the rocket launcher he had been aiming at the cyborg triggered, launching its missile into the deck at his hooves, fiery explosion ending his suffering far faster than the cyborg's weapon would have.
Behind the cyborg, the white stallion grimaced. "That must have hurt like a bitch!" He looked over at the mare. "Say, darling, I do believe that pegasus was the newcomer that was muscling in on old Iron Hoof's territory."
She looked over at the stallion. " Why, darling, I do believe you are correct. Last I heard, he had personally slit the necks of a dozen of Iron Hoof's dealers, including his second in command. "
The stallion nodded. "That's the one. And Iron Hoof just took advantage of the confusion caused by several freak engineering accidents to murder him on neutral ground. I sure hope there weren't any active security cameras around to see that."
The mare happily held up a security camera, keeping it pointed at the thoroughly confused cyborg. "You mean like this one?"
The stallion played up his surprise. "Oh my, look at that, all the wires are still connected somehow. It's even got a little green light. It's operational!" The stallion tore the wires out, ending the recording, before looking back at the cyborg. "I don't know your real name, Iron Hoof, but the way I see it, you have two choices. Option one, you stay here and wait for your fellow drug dealers to discover the footage. They see that you used the confusion as cover to murder your competition, at which point they hunt you down and kill you in whatever slow, painful manner the many pissed off suppliers here can come up with. Option two, you surrender quietly, and come with us."
"You two... You're members of the White Flags." The cyborg pointed his hoof at the white stallion, and his weapon started charging again. "I'll die first!"
There was a flash, and the white stallion was suddenly beside the cyborg. As his bionic hoof swung around, the unicorn jabbed his hoof into the cyborg's neck, stunning him. He then grabbed the bionic arm, pulling it as it pulsed, and jamming it upwards. It fired harmlessly upwards, impacting on the emergency force fields.
The white stallion hooked his hoof around the weapon as it charged up again, and held it still while he blasted the cyborg's shoulder with magic. The blast tore away the joint, separating the artificial limb from the socket built into his torso. He then cracked the metal limb across its owner's face, knocking the cyborg over.
Now standing over the him, the white stallion aimed the cyborg's own blaster down at him. "Correction, we're the leaders of the white flags. You should feel honored that we both came to take you down personally."
"Darling," called the mare, "it's less paperwork if he surrenders. A lot less, so don't you dare shoot him."
The stallion bashed the cyborg in the face with his own hoof, knocking him out. He then swept his hoof around to indicate the destruction around them. "Look, Honey, I think we're going to have some paperwork to fill out either way."
"True," she conceded as she tossed the security camera. "In that case, darling, we are definitely heading to Tan Taba afterwards."
He thought about it for a second, then nodded slowly. "We have been needing to get the kids off the station for a while. Family trip?"
"Family trip," the mare confirmed with a nod.
The stallion nodded back, then held up the cyborg's hoof. "Would it have been cheesy to say, 'stop hitting yourself,' after hitting him with this?"
"That would have been quite juvenile, dear." She answered with a sigh. "Your restraint is admirable."