Lema has been keeping the batponies safe for many years. Nothing quite like a domed city that keeps circulating necessary oxygen throughout it. You can’t survive without our services.
We’ve become fully self-sufficient, We have our own music, radio, and television. Lema is teeming with culture that other cities simply can’t match. The fact that you’re listening to our radio station now proves that We can truly define ourselves as pinnacles of Luna’s moon.
In Lema, We have morals, unlike those runaway Banditos on the loose. They are traitors to the Lema way and they deserve to be stopped, ridiculed, and otherwise shunned. Why they would put themselves in mortal danger to destroy the Lema ways only proves this.
Unlike them, Lema cares if people die, they didn’t even bury the fourth of their army they’ve lost. Trust me, when you’re with Lema, every day is a good day.
In fact, that’s our next song, have a Good Day everypony.
“Prancey, who’s on food duty this time?”
I sat in Trench, wondering how I’d managed to survive this long. It’s been a decently long time since the Banditos escaped Lema with me, and I’d went to Trench to become their leader. I was shocked that Ocin and the Bishops hadn’t come after me yet. A part of me wanted to think that they’d left me alone, but that was just not how Ocin worked. The brighter times seemed a little suspicious.
“Luna to Prancey! Who’s on food duty tonight?”
I shook my head to drive me out of my thoughts. “Sorry! Sorry, Solarius. I was, lost in my thoughts again. I’ll go on food duty with Cold Fire, Pebble, and Iron Hide,” I respond.
Looking at Solarius, he was a yellowish batpony, rather rare on Luna’s Moon. He had an eye permanently shut because of a long scar that went across it. Right now, he looked pissed. He was my second-in-command after Trench got too big to start running by myself. A little hole in the ground located in a valley, Trench was a place to all batponies who couldn’t fit in, and I’m actually the second leader of this colony, after the first, Wingless, died a terrible death at the hands of Ocin’s bishops, presumably. Around me, there were little crevices for everypony, decorated with things we robbed from delivery ships. Nobody had got the message to Luna that Trench was a real colony.
“Who’s on Night watch?” he added.
“Wingless,” I said without thinking.
“Wingless has been dead for 2 years, Prancey. Snap out of it.” Solarius mentioned, looking even more pissed.
“You know how in those stories, somebody appears to be dead, but they really aren’t?” I asked him.
“Prancey, your life isn’t a story. You are the leader of Trench. No if, ands, or buts about it. Wingless is dead.”
I sighed. “Put Moondancer on night watch.”
“Him again? If you say so,” Solarius mentioned.
As much as I hated to admit it to myself, Wingless was dead. However, I couldn’t shake that feeling that something was off about this narrative. Ocin had left me alone for 2 years, Wingless was dead, but nobody saw her body. There was something that just felt like a part of a greater plan of Ocin’s.
I shook my head. I had to get prepared for intercepting delivery ships for food. I walked into my room, a slightly larger crevice with a nice bed, as nice as one could get from delivery ships, it was really just a collection of straw with a cloth pillow. There were a few pieces of paper hanging up, stories and plans I’d written for the population of Trench. On the wall, attached to a hook dug into it, was my old jumpsuit, a little worse for wear, but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it.
Also on the wall were a pair of googles, which I took. We tended to go fast, and googles helped dull the speed decently well.
Putting them on, I decided to head out and wait for my crew.
After waiting for a bit, my batpony companions came up to me. First was Cold Fire, a light blue stallion with yellow eyes and rather sharp teeth. He had a mane tied back in a ponytail. There was also Pebble, a grey mare with rather adorable eyes and a very small stature. She was one of our newer arrivals, meaning she wasn’t as connected to Wingless as some of the other ponies. Then, there was Iron Hide. He aptly lived up to his name, being rather buff and stocky. His mane was done up in a buzzcut, and he had one of the darkest greys I’ve ever seen on a batpony.
“Is everypony ready to intercept the delivery ship?” I asked.
Cold Fire nodded in a restrained way, Pebble nodded her head excitedly, and Iron Hide gave a grunt of affirmation.
“I know I take you guys on every food exhibition, but I know we work well as a team,” I started.
“We really do!” exclaimed Pebble.
“Thanks for the pep talk Prancey, but we need to get up there now,” Cold Fire said.
“To the point as always, let’s go!” I exclaimed.
All four of us flew up and looked at the delivery ship entering Luna’s orbit.
“Get meat, hay, and firewood, as always. Be quick about it,” I whispered.
Sure that my companions would listen, I flew in and gathered a palette of hay and tossed it on my back. I watched Iron Hide come in and take as much as he could carry, Pebble just gathered as much firewood as she could carry, her small stature making it so she couldn’t carry much else. Cold Fire, being by far the most omnivorous of the batponies I knew, gathered meat.
“Everypony ready?!” I asked.
After all of them nodded, I jumped out and glided down, the other ponies followed me.
Pebble, being incredibly energetic, decided to drop all her firewood and slap my wing with hers, to which I awkwardly returned the gesture despite being in a compromised position.
“Good job guys, I know I’ve been a bit scatterbrained recently. Just thoughts about Wingless and whatnot. I know it’s hard to believe me, but it’s a good day,” I said.
That was Good Day. We hope you all enjoyed it. Remember, no matter how hard it is to believe, everyday in Lema is a good day.