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// Chapter 5: Rainbow Dash 
// Story: Cutie Mark Achievers 
// by sparklepeep 
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"Ready, pipsqueak?"

"Always, Rainbow Dash!"

"Let's do this, Rainbow. Ain't got all day."

"Okay, ladies, on my mark… three… two… one!"

As Rainbow gave the signal, Applejack gave the flimsy Manehattan door a buck that could shatter a barn. Scootaloo flew in with a wagon filled with canisters of tear gas and traded them for one of her two best friends in the whole wide world.

"Scootaloo! You're---"

"Stop talking, Apple Bloom. Gotta concentrate."

"Applejack! You---"

"Hay, lil' sister. Ain't seen you in a while."

"What happened to you? The scars! Where'd---"

"Can we please stop this mushy family reunion until after we escape---"

Just as Rainbow Dash was about to finish her sentence she crashed into a faux-Celestia who teleported in front of the group. The tear gas worked, but not well enough. This was the last time they're going to trust Derpy with making the tear gas for the Resistance. Applejack, who rode on Rainbow's back, flew straight into the air but managed to lasso a fancy chandelier and swing her way back towards Rainbow Dash and the little fillies, giving the faux-Celestia a good bucking in the flank in the process.

"Naughty naughty! It looks like somepony's going to the moon tonight!"

Scootaloo tried her hardest to break through, but before she could reach the exit it was already covered in a wall of fire. More ponies with false cutie marks surrounded them---it seems like the commotion has reached some sort of critical mass and everypony in Manehattan---no, Equestria---had their eyes and hoofs on the scene.

"So much for bein' stealthy," Applejack said with a sigh.

"What are we gonna do, Scoot? We ain't got no cutie marks that can control the sun!"

"Don't worry, Apple Bloom," Scootaloo smiled, "we got outselves a goddess on our side."

As if on cue, the fabric of reality itself ripped itself apart and from the seam came a bright, white unicorn pony. Its horn was unlike anything Apple Bloom has ever seen. Its coat was pure and shining, putting even Rarity's to shame. Its cutie mark was no less starling: a blue arrow pointed downwards. As Apple Bloom stared at the strange pony's flank, she knew that there was only one place that the arrow could point.

"The Downvote Pony!" "How'd they find her?" "What's going on?" "I'm not a furry!"

Oblivion.