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// Chapter 4 
// Story: The War to End All Wars 
// by p4z0 
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	Resolute glided effortlessly through the crisp air of Manehattan, and she gazed upon the rows of buildings. She inhaled a deep breath of oxygen as she neared her destination, a local supermarket. She flared her long, golden wings and reached a slow stop just yards from the front door of the supermarket. She walked through the front door, and then through the first row of foods. She picked up a handful of canned vegetables before proceeding to a nearby cashier. Resolute silently placed her items infront of the young cashier, along with a small pouch of gold. "Thanks for shopping!" said the cashier, taking the gold in his hoof, simultaneously placing her few items into a plastic bag. Resolute took the bag and slowly began to trot away. As she neared the exit doors, a flier caught her eye. She eyed it suspiciously. A large picture of Princess Celestia was in the center, alongside equally sized text.


        The RAC is Right!

Join the Royal Army of Celestia! 

Everypony is the right pony for 
the army! Simply visit the 
nearest recruiting center!
There was Royal Benefits
for every Royal Army Pony.

NEAREST CENTER:
420 Equineton Avenue



'Royal Benefits' thought Resolute, 'A few extra bits of gold could come in handy later on...'
As she made up her mind, she spread her glorious wings and began her long flight to address posted on the flier. Once again the familiar blast of air spiked her adrenaline, boosting her speeds over 120 Miles per hour. Within the next few minutes, she was within spitting distance of the recruitment center. Just minutes later, she was talking to a younger female in military uniform. 

"Howdy, here to enlist?"
"I'm not really sure,"
"Well, I can tell you whatever you need to know"
"What are these... royal benefits?"
"Well, Celestia cares 'bout her troops. She'll feed your family and supply you with a hefty sum of gold."
"That's a good start. What kind of job would I have?"
"You look like quite a strong flier dear, you'll likely be incharge of bombing and special air operations."
"Sounds like a plan..."
"Great!" 

The young female handed Resolute a scroll of paper with a long sheet of terms to agree to, as well as an ink pen. At the bottom was a blank line. Resolute confidently took the pen and signed her name. Resolute Will.