Chapter 1- the Meeting
I don't claim rights to MLP or any of its characters. those belong to Hasbro and Lauren Faust. I also do not claim to have created the idea of the New Lunar Republic. The credit for that goes to the creative person who made that.
There will definately be more where this came from. It was very entertaining to write.
Luna kept her hand on the hilt of Moonbeam as she walked down the hallway. Her armor plates scraped together as she walked, her steel boots making solid thumping noises on the velvet carpet.
The figure sitting on the throne at the end of the hall rose and walked forward to meet her, her long white dress swirling around her.
"Sister! It's been too long!" Celestia said warmly, holding out her arms to Luna for a hug.
Luna grunted in reply.
"First, take the dagger out of your sleeve, dear sister. We do not intend to be stabbed today." she growled.
Celestia's friendly expression melted away, replaced by her normal cold, calculating gaze.
"Well enough, sister." she said. with an expansive gesture, she motioned at a side door.
"Shall we?"
"Thou hast called us here under truce to discuss a treaty, sister. If thou has something to say, say it here and now. we have people to feed."
She gave her sister a piercing glare.
"Something thou wouldest be unfamiliar with."
Celestia gave a chilly smile.
"My people feed themselves." she said.
"They attempt to feed themselves on overfarmed land that has no nutrients for the crops they grow." Luna corrected. "And you deny them the means to replenish the soil while you live in luxury."
Celestia waved a hand. "Petty nits. How long has it been, sister, since you slept in a real bed? How long since you took a warm bath? Do you even remember the last time you washed your filthy hair, sister? "
Luna lifted her chin proudly.
"We hast been fighting on the front line with our men, sister, for the entire war. How long has it been, pray tell, since you last touched that staff of yours?"
"Fighting is for the uneducated and the common folk, Sister. you forgot much in your time banished."
"On the contrary, We learned more than you ever taught that student of yours."
Celestia winced at Luna' carefully placed jab.
"This is foolish. We have buisness."
"Speak, sister, and we shall hear you. We cannot guarantee we will agree with what you say, however."
"Fine. This is my final offer. Surrender, and give up this tiresome rebellion, and I will not punish you. I will even allow you back in the palace. You will be confined to your room, of course, except when you do your duties in raising the moon, and will be kept under heavy guard."
Luna's upper lip curled in a disgusted sneer.
"This is your gracious offer, sister? to be a prisoner in our own home, unable to help even the few we could before we saw the new way? We think not."
"This is by far the best offer I can make you, Little sister. And I will tell you again, it is the last. If you turn me down, my men will have the order to kill you on sight. And if you are captured, I will personally behead you."
Luna stood tall and proud, staring her older sister right in the eyes.
They had always been more different than alike. Celestia was more traditionally beautiful, with her large chest, narrow waist, and wide hips. Her soft, feminine face boasted a small nose, sharp, small chin, and large, innocent looking eyes. Her iridescent hair flowed over her horn, down her back, between her pearl white wings, tumbling nearly to her bare feet. Her white dress, nearly opaque, flowed across her, showing every one of her curves, the neckline plunging in a V that met just under her navel.
Luna didn't have her sister's curves. Her chest and hips were small, even smaller buried in layers of steel plate, as they were now. Her face was the only feature she shared with her sister, the sharp chin, small, upturned nose, large eyes, and pencil-thin eyebrows. Her night-black hair was ragged with long months of sleeping on the dirt, and tangled with blood, sweat, and grass. Even so, it retained a measure of its glory, flowing down her back to her waist.
Luna's body, if not as curved as her sisters, made up for it by being a compact mass of muscle. Her arms were sculped and rock-hard from swinging her swords, Moonbeam and Lightshaft, and her legs were powerful and corded from leading her armies in charge after charge. Her body had not a scrap of fat on it, every ounce burned in the near-constant fighting.
Celestia was, to contrast, soft and feminine. Her arms were slender, and the not-insignificant bit of thigh that showed through the slit up the left side of her dress was supple and smooth. It was obvious that she had not handled her staff Solaris for quite some time.
Like the Moon and Sun, their father had said when he named them, still wet with the blood of their dying mother.
It was in memory of her father that Luna answered her sister now, her head held high and proud, meeting the gaze of the woman she had shared her childhood with and considered her best friend in the entire world.
The woman who was now her sworn enemy.
"If we were not willing to face death or worse for what we believe in, we would be a poor leader to the Republic, indeed." Luna said, crossing her arms. "Your threats fall on deaf ears. We will have freedom from your tyranny, sister, even if we must put the noose over our own neck to do so."
Celestia's face hardened.
"What a pity." she said, an opinion that was not echoed in the tone of her voice or in her posture. she turned, dress swirling, and began to walk back to her cushioned throne. "We will crush your pitiful little Republic, and I will have your head on a pike."
Luna nodded curtly, and turned sharply on her heel. As she marched back the direction she had come, she called back to Celestia.
"Twilight Sparkle told me to give you her regards, Sister."