Welcome back to Lema radio. We know so many of you are super supportive of our overall message here, and We also know none of you would try to escape like those bastard Banditos did. Let it be known that most of those people have been dealt with. Prancey is dead. The Banditos have disbanded. The rebels who didn’t submit peacefully were killed.
Once again, remember that those who came peacefully were merely imprisoned. We don’t kill those who submit peacefully, We’re not bad people. For all the rebels out there, the were born a choker, the only solution is to cut them off. The only purpose they served was a style, and that’s what they built their image on. If there are any rebels still out there, nobody’s coming for you, don’t bother.
“Prancey, it looks like the food patrol was successful.”
I nodded. “I know, Solarius, I ran it.”
“I can tell that something’s on your mind again. Is it Wingless again?” the yellow stallion added.
“You see right through me, Solarius. I’m almost thinking about just running up to Lema and finding her. Besides, the rest of Lema needs freed, too. Why can’t I just do that?” I asked.
“Prancey, that is a bad idea and you know it.”
“”But what if she’s out there?”
“What if she isn’t?”
I sighed. I didn’t want to take that risk. At least, not until I had a reason to do so. Death didn’t seem like a proper tradeoff for Wingless, if she was out there at all.
I hear the shuffling of hooves right behind me, it was Moondancer. I turned around to find him coming my way. He was a blueish-grey stallion who was extremely lithe, having the body of a mare. He wasn’t built for guarding, but he always was eager to do it, and he did well enough.
“Are you sure you’re sending me out to guard?” he asked.
“You ask me that a lot, and the answer is always yes,” I responded.
Moondancer headed off to Night watch, and I turned back to Solarius.
“What if I assembled a team to go to Lema with me?” I asked him.
“Look, we’re all worried of you just dying out of the blue, like Wingless. I like you as our leader, most of the ponies here do, too. In fact, you’re asking me because you’re worried about your little ponies because that’s what good leaders do. Prancey, we can’t have you just leave and likely die. How would Trench fare?” Solarius mentioned.
I sighed once again. I didn’t know how to get these things under control. I wished I could just stop thinking about it. But this entire scenario was a rock embedded in my hoof, and someone handed me the pin. It was my choice whether to investigate and possibly cause more problems, or leave it in and be stuck with an awful feeling that these people in Lema were being brainwashed by propaganda.
“I guess I can sleep,” I said.
Solarius nodded.
I decided to listen to my instincts and get some sleep. After all, I needed it.
I stumbled back to my room, and tried to get some sleep.
However, I couldn’t. I wished I could. I wanted to help Lema. Really, I did. I had to weight my options and figure something out.
Too many plans flew about in my mind, I wanted to write so many down, so I turned my lamp on and tried my best to create a fleshed-out plan.
“Hack the radio broadcasts when I get there, go in under a disguise. Keep a low profile, break in, save prisoners, set the ponies free,” I wrote.
I didn’t know what the specifics would come down to, but I could pray to Luna and try.
I don’t know what did it, but I fell asleep.
Once again, We have to reiterate that the Banditos are the bad guys here. They’re the one’s We’re against. We—
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Listen—
It seemed like our signal went down for a second there. As We were saying—
Stop! Don’t listen to them! All the rebels still left!
“When you’re bodies screaming out, trust your mind’s listening.
Like a silhouette you can barely see.
As a shadow cast upon the ground where you’ll eventually.
Lay forever but the day goes on, the sun moves behind you—“
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Sorry—
They’re coming back online! Listen! Prancey’s not dead! Prancey’s not dead! Prancey’s not dead! Prancey—!
ATTENTION! THAT WAS NOT SCHEDULED! THE PERPETRATORS WILL BE DEALT WITH! Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming....