Once, in the city of Canterlot, there were two gang leaders who ruled side by side, and controlled all criminal activity in the city. Celestia, leader of the Solar Flares, ruled the East side. Luna, leader of the Moonbeams, ruled the West. Thus, crime was controlled across the city, and harmony was maintained across the gangs. But as the years went on, Luna's mind began to change. She would only wake through the night, and she became ruthless. Many people died in this time of her reign, and the Moonbeams were beginning to push into Solar Flare territory. Celestia tried to reason with Luna, but her mind had snapped. Luna was overcome with madness, and a thirst for blood that she could not quench. Celestia was forced to take drastic action. She gathered her 6 best members of the Solar Flares, and attacked Luna and the Moonbeams. After a heated battle, Luna was detained, and taken to the Equestrian Mental Hospital, otherwise known as Codename Moon. Celestia took over the West side, and disbanded the Moonbeams. To this day she rules over Canterlot, controlling the criminal underworld and maintaining its influence.
However, rumours have surfaced that there are plans for Luna to return to her role as leader of the Moonbeams, with the help of her old gang members. It is said that they will aid in her escape, and she will have crime take over Canterlot.
Twilight Sparkle looked up from her computer screen, focus upon her face. “Spike. I need you to get a message to Celestia. Now.” Spike, Twilight's teenage assistant poked his head around the door frame.
“You find something important Twi?” He slid into the desk chair and opened his e-mail account, starting a new message.
“I believe so.” Twilight began to pace as she told Spike what to write. “Dear Celestia. No doubt you have heard the rumours of Luna's planned escape from Moon. I have reason to believe they may be true. I have heard from Agent Thumbs that a new gang is gaining notoriety in the West side, and Luna's symbol has been seen on them more than once. I request permission to travel to Codename Moon, and check on Luna. I await your reply. Your faithful subordinate, Twilight Sparkle.”
“Aaaaaand sent.” Spike turned on the swivel chair. “What now?” Twilight had wandered into her bedroom next door, and Spike could hear drawers opening and closing, and something heavy being thrown onto the bed. He followed her in, making sure to duck his head as he passed through the doorway to avoid ruining his Mohawk. “What are you doing?” Twilight was carefully removing weapons from drawers, and placing them in her weapons case.
“Packing. I'm going to need some fire power at Moon.”
“You think she's gonna send you to Moon?”
“Well, of course! Who else would she trust with such an important task?” A sharp beep echoed through the small apartment. “Quick, she must have replied!” The duo returned to the computer, Spike sitting down and Twilight looking over his shoulder. “What does it say?” The teen opened the e-mail, Celestia's emblem coming up.
“My faithful follower, Twilight Sparkle. I appreciate your concern, but it is unnecessary. Luna is safe in Moon, and she will not be breaking out any time soon. I shall tell Agent Thumbs to keep her eye out, but I don't think the rumours are true. I do however have a new assignment for you. I need you to travel to Ponyville Row, and start a subdivision of the Solar Flares there. There have been murmurs of several gangs starting up there and plotting to overthrow me, and that just can't do. You will travel there immediately with Spike. I have a plane set up to fly you to a private airport there. I suggest you make friends with a young pilot there as a start. I want you to keep me updated with how things are going.
I trust you to do this, my young agent.” The e-mail was ended with a sun, Celestia's signature. Twilight stood in shock as Spike turned to look at her.
“Twilight? Are you ok?”
“I...I can't believe she's sending me away! She didn't listen to me! ARGH!” Twilight pushed herself away from the chair in frustration, stomping her foot and pushing her indigo fringe away from her forehead.
“I'm sure she took it into consideration Twilight, but she obviously thinks this is more important. I mean, you're gathering a whole new gang! That's a huge honour!” Spike stood up and put his hand on his mentor's shoulder. “You better start packing Twilight, if there's a plane waiting for us. I'm just going to get changed and pack up.” The teenager left for his bedroom, leaving Twilight fuming.
With a sigh, she retreated to her room and pulled out a suitcase next to her weapons case and began filling it with clothes. Twilight had very little variety in her wardrobe, mostly wearing suits in similar shades of blue, with coloured waistcoats and shirts. She pulled off the shirt and trousers she was wearing.
“May as well look good if I'm going make some sort of impression on this pilot.” Twilight pulled on a pale pink shirt, a magenta waistcoat, and a midnight blue pant suit. Carefully, she brushed out her long, straight indigo hair, ensuring the pink and purple coloured streaks lay properly. Minimal make up was applied, just enough to make her look less tired and mad. She placed all her toiletries in the suitcase, and closed it. When she returned to the main room, Spike was waiting, now dressed in a white shirt, purple waistcoat and black knee length shorts. He hadn't noticed Twilight's return, and was smoking a cigarette. Twilight stomped towards him and smacked the cigarette out of his hand. “What have I told you about that? I despise smoking.” She stood on the offending article before it set the carpet on fire. “Take the hard drive out of the computer. This place won't be secure while we're not here.” Spike tutted at his mentor, then followed her orders. He was first out the door, muttering something about “crazy” and “taking it out on me”.
Twilight stood at the door, looking back at her small apartment. It hadn't been much, but it had been home. The walls were lined with bookshelves, every available space filled with a book. “I'll have to have some of these sent to me.” Her eyes fell on a tome above the computer desk, “Making Good Alliances”. She picked it up and slipped it into her blazer pocket. “Might come in handy.” With a sigh, she clicked the light switch and walked out the door.