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Lateral Movement - Alzrius



Having been granted rulership over the city of Vanhoover, and confessed their feelings for each other, Lex Legis and Sonata Dusk have started a new life together. But the challenges of rulership, and a relationship, are more than they bargained for.

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137 - On Everyone's Lips

Nosey sighed as she walked away from the crowd of ponies behind her.

After sentencing Fencer, or rather Garden Gate, Lex had curtly ordered everypony to finish making preparations to leave. While several ponies had started heading back to the shelter to collect the last of the supplies there, most were milling about, talking to themselves in hushed voices about what they’d just witnessed. The snatches that Nosey had overheard as she’d left the crowd hadn’t been approving.

What was Sonata thinking, letting Lex do that on his own? Nosey was certain that if Sonata had been the one doing the talking, things would have looked quite different. After all, Garden Gate had openly admitted that it was her fault that Pillowcase had died. For something as serious as that, Sonata would have been able to make it sound Lex was working with Garden to help her atone, that those curses were her penance, her way of punishing herself in a tangible manner for something she couldn’t undo. But now…

“You’ve gotta admit, that was pretty impressive,” came a raspy whisper, causing Nosey to look up at where Aria was lying on a nearby metal shelf. “Not as impressive as him fighting off me, Lirtkra, and Monitor all at the same time, but still pretty intense.”

Nosey frowned. Although she hadn’t talked to the Siren before now, Sonata had told her all about her sisters back in Tall Tale. The picture she’d painted hadn’t been a flattering one, and hearing Aria’s take on what Lex just did wasn’t helping to change that. “He made everypony afraid of him,” replied Nosey flatly. “Right now, they’re all wondering how he could be so cruel.”

“Cruel?” echoed Aria with a sneer, before tilting her head up and pointing to the faint scar on her neck. “Cruel is ripping someone's voice away forever because they enchanted a couple of ponies. What Lex just did was nowhere near as bad, for something much worse.”

“Somehow I’m guessing you weren’t sorry for what you did,” countered Nosey, “but Garden Gate clearly was. She apologized for everything, and he still came down on her so hard.” She shook her head, looking at the ground in discouragement. “Everypony here was really starting to believe in him, to see that he was somepony they could count on. But now…now he’s going to have to work even harder to win their trust back.” The sound of Aria snickering made her look up, indignant. “What? That’s funny to you?”

“Very,” smirked Aria. “I think it’s hilarious that you all are fine with him killing monsters that prey on you, or even helping him do it, but when another pony kills a pony you’re all horrified that he so much as raps her on the hooves.”

“Wh-, that’s different!” sputtered Nosey.

“Whatever you say,” came a flippant reply as Aria turned away. “I don’t really care either way. I just think that it’s funny that you all think that this is him being harsh, when I’ve seen firsthand what he can really do.”

Nosey had no response as the Siren left.


“Can you guys give us a few minutes?”

The other ponies glanced at each other uneasily before one of them looked back at Cloudbank. “Lex said that he wants everything left in the shelter packed up immediately. If we don’t get it done right away…” He trailed off, clearly afraid of what would happen if they didn’t follow the orders they’d been given.

Cloudbank glanced at Drafty, seeing the same uncomfortable expression on the other mare’s face that she knew was on her own. Lex had given them marching orders as well, telling the two of them to go retrieve Aisle and Cozy – along with Pillow’s body – so that the rest of the medical area could be broken down. But Cloudbank knew that before she could do that, she needed to fix things with Drafty, and she was pretty sure she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. But they couldn’t make up with a crowd of ponies rushing them.

Sighing, she forced herself to look cool and confident as she spoke. “It’ll be fine. If Lex has a problem, tell him that I was the one who held you up.”

“But-”

Cloudbank flared her wings, taking a single step forward. “I’m a servant of the Night Mare, the same goddess that supports Lex. I wielded the living weapon Severance and struck down the kraken in that last battle.” She paused to let that sink in before continuing. “I’m telling you, nothing will happen to you, so please,” she folded her wings back in, her voice softening, “just give us a few minutes.”

“…okay.” The others backed off then, and a few seconds later Cloudbank and Drafty were by themselves.

Sighing in relief, Cloudbank turned to face her girlfriend. “Drafty, about before-”

“I’m sorry,” interrupted Drafty. “I didn’t mean to get so upset. I don’t even know why I did, I just…and now Pillow…”

“I know.” Cloudbank immediately closed the distance between them, wrapping a hoof around Drafty and pulling her close, feeling the other mare immediately embrace her in return. “I’m sorry too.” The news of Pillow’s death had completely overridden her hurt feelings, reminding her that a petty fight was not worth getting angry over, not when their lives could end at any minute. Still, it was a relief to know that Drafty wasn’t mad at her anymore either.

The embrace ended a moment later, and Drafty sniffled. “I can’t believe he’s really gone. It seemed like just the other day that he was telling us all about the Crystal Empire, remember?”

Cloudbank managed a small smile. “Yeah.” More than anypony else, Pillowcase had been adamant that they’d all survive, telling them about how they could all come visit him and Cozy in the Crystal Empire once everything had calmed down. “He said he’d treat us to so many crystal berries that we’d be sick of them by the time we left.”

Now it was Drafty’s turn to smile wanly. “And then Aisle asked if crystal berries could be grown here in Vanhoover.”

Cloudbank nodded. “Right, and then Pillow says, ‘sure, but then they’d just be berries,’ and he and Aisle started laughing.” She still didn’t know why that was supposed to be funny, but she grinned at the memory all the same, seeing Drafty smirking also.

But the other mare’s smile didn’t last very long before it devolved into a worried expression. “Do you…do you think she’s angry at me?”

Cloudbank tilted her head. “What?”

“Cozy.” Drafty looked at the ground. “Do you think she’s mad at me for what happened to Pillow?”

“Why would-” Suddenly Cloudbank knew exactly what Drafty was asking, and she took a step forward, lifting Drafty’s chin to make her meet her eyes. “No. Absolutely not. Don’t even think that.”

“But if I hadn’t gotten sick…” Drafty’s eyes were watery, her voice quivering as she spoke, and it absolutely broke Cloudbank’s heart to see. “If he hadn’t gone to look for medicine for me, he’d be here right now.”

“Listen to me.” Cloudbank made her voice as firm as she could. “What happened to Pillow is not your fault, do you understand me? You are in no way responsible, and I know Cozy knows that too.”

“But-”

“No buts. It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t Pillow’s fault, it wasn’t the doctors’ fault. It was…” For an instant she hesitated, the memory of what they’d just witnessed not something she was comfortable signing off on, but the sight of Drafty’s guilt-ridden face pushed her to say it. “It was that other pony’s fault, Garden Fence or whatever. This was because of her. Not you.”

Drafty sniffled and looked away, rubbing her eyes before she turned back to Cloudbank. “Yeah…Lex really brought the hammer down on her, huh?” She tried to keep her voice light, but Cloudbank knew her well enough to hear the uncertainty there. In that moment she knew that Drafty’s admiration for Lex had been shaken by how harsh he’d been with that mare, and that she was asking for her opinion about what had just happened.

Cloudbank bit her lip, hesitating for just a moment. She’d been uncomfortable for a while now with how much Drafty had come to revere Lex; that had been why they’d gotten in that fight, after all. So if she pushed the issue here and said that Lex had gone too far in cursing that mare, it might put Drafty off of him permanently. But if she did that, then Drafty might blame herself for what had happened, and Cloudbank refused to entertain the possibility of her very special somepony carrying that kind of pain around for the rest of her life. I won’t do that to her, she swore to herself. I’d rather she spent the rest of her life thinking Lex can do no wrong than think it was her fault. Even so, there was a bitter taste in her mouth as she spoke. “He was right to do so.”

“Yeah?” The hope in Drafty’s voice, the desire to believe what she was being told, was audible.

Cloudbank made herself appear resolute as she nodded. “Absolutely. For what she did to Pillow, he was absolutely right.”

“Even though she apologized?”

“Even though she apologized. Some things are so bad that saying you’re sorry, no matter how much you mean it, isn’t enough.”

Drafty let out a slow breath. “Yeah…you’re right.”

“Darn right I’m right. And don’t you ever forget it.” Cloudbank stepped closer and nuzzled Drafty, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of her returning the gesture before stepping back. Canting her head towards the shelter, the two started walking towards it, sides pressed against each other.


“So what’s her condition?”

House Call sighed as he approached where Turbo and his friends had moved apart from everypony else, hearing the thinly-veiled tension in the stallion’s voice. “From what I can tell, she has some sort of proximity-induced myasthenia. Grade three, I think. It’s hard to say for certain without running more tests.” He held up a hoof to forestall the questions he knew were coming. “That means that her muscles are working enough to let her move around, but beyond compensating for gravity they can’t take much resistance. She can walk, and she can open a door or lift a pencil, but if someone’s put the lid on a jelly jar too tight she’s going to need help with it.”

Turbo grit his teeth, trying to control his breathing. “What about her horn? Can she really not use any magic at all anymore?”

House Call licked his lips slowly. “I’m afraid that I can’t answer that right now. With her being fresh out of reattachment surgery, she needs to let it heal before we examine it.”

Turbo took a step closer to House Call. “Doctor, those curses that Lex put on her-”

“Are completely beyond anything I can treat,” replied House Call immediately. “I’m sorry, but I’m a doctor, not a wizard. I’ll keep monitoring her during her recovery period, and if there’s anything I can do to make her more comfortable then I will, but that’s the limit of what I can do in this situation.”

Turbo was about to make it clear exactly how unsatisfactory that answer was, but Granola Bar put a hoof on his side and shook her head, and he let out a slow breath. “Okay. Let me know if there’s any change.” He waited until House Call nodded and left, before turning back to the others. Each and every one of them looked scared and angry. But worse was how they all looked defeated, as though they’d given up all hope of being able to do anything. He knew how they felt, but they needed to snap out of it if they were going to turn this around. “Alright, look. We’re in over our heads. Up until now we’ve just had to scrounge for food and run away from monsters, but this is different. So we need to try something different.”

“You don’t mean fighting that Lex guy, do you?” squeaked Piggy, blanching at the thought.

Turbo almost rolled his eyes, not so much at the question, but at how this was Piggy always acted whenever the situation was even slightly bad. For all that he liked to boast about being their leader, it was things like this which made him a joke to everyone else. Still, he was part of their group, which meant that they couldn’t just ignore him…and besides, his own wings were still covered in black crystals, serving as a reminder that Piggy’s question, albeit cowardly, was not unreasonable. “No, we’re not gonna fight him. Fencer told me that she didn’t want us to try anything, and we’re going to listen to her.” He knew she’d said her name was something else, but he still couldn’t think of her as anyone except Fencer.

“Now everypony pay attention. Here’s the new plan…”

Author's Note:

The fallout from Lex's brand of justice begins.

Will things turn around, or is this the beginning of the end for his dreams of leadership?

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