Part One Hundred & Two
The jeep went airborne.
“I said left ya fuckin’ bludger!”
“Get stuffed mozzie!”
Flurry Heart held onto the rolls bars, resisting the urge to flare out her wings from the sudden lift. Her rear hooves left the bed; a momentary sensation of flight came over the alicorn.
Then, she crashed back down on all four wheels with the rest of the vehicle. Dirt kicked up into her muzzle, and the jeep tilted precariously as the driver wrenched the wheel in the opposite direction. The engine revved as the four-wheel drive tested the suspension.
“I can drive better with hooves, wanker!” Nightshade screeched at the driver.
“I’d like to see you try, fuckin’ wombat!” the orange griffon retorted. He flashed a talon at his front seat passenger. “Ya still clingin’ back there, Princess?”
“You’ll know when you lose me,” Flurry spat out. Her jaw rattled. She risked unhooking a foreleg from the bars to wipe dirt off her muzzle. The jeep gained speed again, and the driver shifted the stick in the center console to a new gear.
The driver was named “Chips,” a nickname from New Mareland that he refused to elaborate on, and Nightshade refused to explain. The griffon had grown up with the sizable minority in Equestria’s colony, part of the country enough to get the accent but separate enough from ponies to feel no obligation during the Great War.
Flurry had hoped Nightshade and Chips would find some common ground. She had brought as many of her New Mareland exiles as she possibly could to the south. And Nightshade was a minority of a minority. The bat ponies had little luck in New Mareland; it seemed sensible that they would get along.
“Slagger,” Nightshade spat. “Ya gonna damage the Princess’ fanny.” Her golden eyes peered at the map the bat pony had spread out on the dashboard, then flicked up. “Trail to the left.”
“Yer a crass little screechy fuckwit,” Chips answered. He turned a hard left. It was a cloudy night. Storm clouds to the north blocked the moonlight, and the mostly flat plains into the southwest were pitch-black. Flurry’s eyes glowed with the night vision spell for a moment, seeing shrubs, dunes, and dirt beyond the mountains behind her to the east.
She could also see the other dots racing ahead of her, jeeps and motorcycles with the headlights off. Her ears flicked above her short mane at the echoing roar of hundreds of engines. The alicorn turned her eyes up. Shapes flitted under the clouds, some large, some small, but both in arrowhead formations. The Thestrals flew slower naturally, but the Reichsarmee scouts were more bogged down by equipment.
Chips roared past a Griffonian motorcycle following the same dirt trail. The griffon was hunched down over the bars, goggles pressed tight to his beak and wings pressed to his side. One of the Tzinacatl straddled his back, dressed in a mix of a Changeling Heer uniform and salvaged ELF gear. She nudged his head left or right rather than shriek directions.
The light armor took the major roads out of the southeast, all two of them, and that left them open to ambushes. After the Reich defeated Wingbardy, the griffons of New Mareland were given a ‘generous’ offer of service for citizenship. The New Marelanders were trailblazers on Equus; they knew the language and locale better than the majority of the Reichsarmee.
“Ya still had a better pozzy than we did,” Nightshade muttered.
“That ain’t dinkum,” Chips replied.
No more. Flurry leaned her head on the rail. Her teeth rattled from the uneven trail. “Please,” she pleaded, “stop arguing.”
“Sorry for earbashin’,” Nightshade probably apologized. “No harm.”
“We ain’t whinging, Princess,” Chips probably agreed. “High horns were the real tall poppies.”
“Reckon!” Nightshade laughed.
Flurry was aware that her accent was unique. She was also aware that her New Marelanders toned down their accents when on Equus in general. She could understand several dialects of Aquileian, Herzlander, and had begun to learn some Yak.
This was nearly beyond her.
Another motorcycle roared past with a Tzinacatl stallion hanging on. His high-pitched, keening war shriek was barely audible over the engine. The griffoness driving did not appear to notice her passenger was having the time of his life.
The heavy, cumbersome battery sitting in the back of the bed jostled against Flurry's rear hooves. She stomped it back into place behind the netting and scowled down at the oversized goggles. The Reichsarmee had night-vision goggles that had been generously shipped over from Griffonia.
The goggles were trash, both by Flurry's estimation and the Thestrals. It made everything green and fuzzy, useless for spotting changelings, let alone attempting to drive. General Mudbeak had not argued the point, nor her idea to help spearhead the assault. He seemed eager to keep her as far away from him as physically possible.
“Daft plan chargin’ right at ‘em,” Chips commented. He adjusted the clutch again, then batted Nightshade’s wing aside when she pointed to the right. He turned the wheel one-clawed and the jeep spun on two tires for a moment before crashing down again. Flurry Heart cut the night vision spell.
“We don’t even have a proper pistol,” Chips continued.
“I am the weapon,” Flurry said above them. She was reared onto her hind legs, black jumpsuit blending into the night. Grease had been smeared across her pink wings and up her neck, blackening her fur. It required two cans of concealer to cover her feathers, and they felt disgusting.
“Does she just say shit like that all the time?” Chips whispered to Nightshade. It was a poor whisper; the engine was too loud in the open jeep, and Flurry's ears were too sensitive.
“Yes,” Nightshade keened. “Straight ahead. They haven’t mined this strip yet.”
The Changeling Heer knew they were being encircled in the south. They had fallen back totally disorganized from Appleloosa at first, but some armor and rear guards were left behind. Grover had assumed they would ignite the oil wells and tear up the roads.
And they had. Black smoke clouds dotted the western horizon, even at night. But there weren’t many of them. The Appleloosan Protectorate was overstretched; the garrison pulled to reinforce the Battle of the Celestial Plain, and whatever remained was ordered to do too much with too little. Most were running towards Las Pegasus, or to Rockville to escape and breakout.
The jeep raced across a nearly barren, rough plain. It was one of hundreds moving tonight. Thestrals sat in every one of them, guiding an attack across terrain that most could only slowly navigate during the day. They were behind Hegemony lines now, sliding through an overstretched frontline that was rapidly collapsing by the day.
“Yeah, I spot it. Dead ahead.” Nightshade squinted. Flurry copied her squint, but without the spell she could see nothing but a dark horizon. “They’ll hear us before they see us,” the bat pony continued.
A flare shot up, bright and white, and suddenly the alicorn could see the guard towers and parked trucks shadowed under the arcing ball of fire. It was distant, far too distant, and sandbags with piled guns sat long before it. Another flare joined the first, fired high by a mortar. This one was blood red.
Nightshade screeched, high and loud. Chips winced. Flurry winced as well as the call was taken up and down the line of advancing vehicles, then echoed across the sky from the airborne soldiers. A wailing alarm answered on the westward horizon, and spotlights erupted on the four towers.
“Don’t lose speed!” Flurry belted out. Her horn glowed and her golden bubble surrounded the jeep. It was the only ‘headlight’ in the advance. The motorcycles that had been following broke off, griffons leaning hard away from the obvious target.
Chips, after a moment of hesitation, shifted the clutch again and hammered the accelerator. Nightshade scrunched the map to her chest and leaned back in the seat. Under the light of the shield, Flurry could see Chips’ claws were slick with sweat. He mumbled increasingly vulgar swears from the side of his beak, only a fraction Flurry understood.
Machine guns opened up, spraying tracers across the advance. Bullets sparked off the front of the shield. Flurry tensed her forelegs, waiting for the mortars or artillery, but none came. It’s all facing the roads; they aren’t prepared for this.
Fuel and shells needed to come from somewhere. Shining Armor taught her that. An army couldn’t fight with sharp sticks anymore; it needed food. It was a beast, always ravenous. Rations, bullets, shells, spare parts, fuel…Flurry Heart wasn’t her father and couldn’t organize all of it.
But she knew the round tankers ahead of her fueled a lot more than jeeps and motorcycles. And the ammo dump further west had spare shells. It would be nice to take it, but it would be nicer still to cut off an entire counterattack. Thestrals fought dirty; they drugged their enemies and slit their throats. The plan was mechanized, but still the same: cut the throat of the force waiting along the roads.
The gunfire striking the shield intensified as multiple machinegun nests opened up. Nightshade looked over her wing, bouncing in the leather seat. “Ya good!?”
Flurry yawned. Should’ve forced some coffee earlier.
“She’s good!” the bat pony said to the driver. “Hammer it in!”
Chips clenched his beak and drove straight at one of the forward machine gun nests. A rocket spun off the side of the bubble and careened into the dirt. He twisted right at the last moment and hopped one of the trenches leading to the guns.
Flurry heard a bullet spark metal below her. “Watch the trenches!” she screamed.
Chips squawked and gripped the wheel, spinning left around another pair of heavy machine guns. The alicorn did not have the time to catch a glimpse of the changelings crewing it, but they turned back to the rest of the charging forces and opened fire again.
Flack began to boom around the steel guard towers, firing too high up and ranged for proper bombers, not a light assault from airborne divisions. Even if it was ranged, there was only one vehicle actually charging the fuel dump. The airborne troops banked off to take other supply points.
A half-track pulled out onto the road, black paint shining red and blocking the gate. Flurry eyed the chain-link fence surrounding the entire enclosure. It barely qualified as protection. They rely on their emotion-sense too much. “Go through the fence!”
A changeling racked the machine gun in the half-track’s turret and poured fire onto the advancing jeep. Another rocket slammed across the front of the bubble from a guard tower, exploding into shrapnel and causing an electric wave of blue sparks to flicker across it. Flurry grunted.
Chips drove straight at the half-track down the widened road, then pivoted at the last moment to crash through the fence on the left. The griffon had to rely entirely on instinct; golden and blue sparks from gunfire filled the entire front of the bubble. The shots ricocheted back at the Changelings or spun off into the night. Another flare went up.
The cheap metal fence exploded upon contact with the shield, blasting out into fragments trailing small blue flames. A changeling shrieked high and loud, carrying a recoilless rifle strapped to his barrel and running towards the gate. He bounced off in a ball of blue fire with a crunch. The scream cut off.
The gunfire stopped inside the perimeter; none of the heavy guns were facing the right way. Flurry glanced up at one of the guard towers trying to redirect a spotlight after the jeep. The shield is the spotlight, dumbass. “Go to the center!” she shouted down to Chips. “You can slow down!”
The driver did not technically slow down, but he shifted the clutch again and drove around a line of a dozen round tanker trucks, all black and gray with Chrysalis’ trident crown on the side. The trucks apparently belonged to Das Königin und Kaiserin Chrysalis Erforschung und Extraktion Konzern. The name took up the entire side of the long tube tank.
“Can ya read that gobblesmack?” Chips screamed to Nightshade.
“Gonna be dust in a minute!” Nightshade screeched back.
A group of Changeling soldiers had gathered in the center of the camp, uniforms half-on and hastily loading weapons. A changeling mare was screaming at them, pointing a hoof one direction and a wing in another. Flurry couldn’t hear her commands over the alarm or gunfire.
It seems like her soldiers couldn’t either. One broke formation and ran after seeing the jeep round the trucks. Chips drove straight for the gathered changelings. They dodged, wings buzzing as changelings flung themselves out of the way with shrieks of panic. The guns they left behind hit the edge of the shield and the ammunition inside them cooked, spraying bullets in every direction.
Flurry Heart straightened, using the rail for balance on the bed of the jeep. Her wings fluffed as best they could with the camouflage tar sticking to them. “Cut the engine.”
Chips shifted the jeep into park and flicked the key off. He glanced around at the shield, watching blue electric sparks begin to dance. Flurry exhaled and her horn glowed brighter.
The mare stood up, brushing dry dirt off her uniform. Her eyes widened at the alicorn. “Shoot!” she screamed in Herzlander. “Shoot! Get the trucks out! Shoot! Open fire!”
A few of the soldiers obeyed, half only wearing pants or unbuttoned jackets. A bullet pinged off high from a guard tower after one of the spotlights centered on the jeep. Another joined it with more bullets. But two guard towers remained pointed in the wrong direction, and a falling flare revealed they were empty. A heavy machine gun with a full ammo belt dangled on its stand.
The shield flexed. Flurry looked down, eyeing the surrounding soldiers. There were less of them now. A young stallion with short fangs flung his submachine gun down and fled, kicking off unbuttoned pants. A green flare surrounded him and a pegasus hopped the fence, trying to fly west. Flurry guessed maybe two hundred total were in range.
“Close your eyes,” Flurry stated over the roar of gunfire. Another flare went up over the base. One of the tanker trucks started, headlights illuminating the golden bubble, but the half-track had backed up through the gate and tried to turn around. The machine gunner and driver screamed insults at each other.
Scattered gunfire pinged off the bubble, ricocheting back into trucks or tents. One of the fuel trucks was leaking near the first row. There were larger stationary towers behind the living quarters. One large, rectangular tent was clearly a mess hall. A changeling fired at Flurry from the opening, just with a rifle.
Why? She was half-tempted to just drop the shield and ask.
“Princess!” Nightshade shouted. “Are we safe under this?”
“I tested it earlier,” Flurry answered. “Keep your head down. It might cook the engine.”
General Mudbeak had not been happy to lose his command jeep, but the griffon had offered whatever his was hers. He’s not even close to the front; he doesn’t need one. Flurry had lost direct radio communication two hours ago.
A bullet struck the shield just in front of Chips. He patted the wheel before lowering his beak and tucking his claws over his head feathers. “Easy, girl. Ya can take the alicorn.”
The shield flexed a final time.
“Wait!” a voice cried in Equestrian.
Flurry looked down to her right.
The mare approached, black uniform partially unbuttoned. She knocked her hat off with her horn. “Wait!” she repeated. “We surrender!”
Another bullet from a guard tower pinged off the shield. It nearly struck the mare. She closed to less than a hoof away from rolling magic. The static in the air bubbled and burned at her precious black uniform. “Wait!”
Behind her, another changeling vanished into green fire and tried to make a run for it across the plains. I’ll need to cast the detection spell all night. Push Caballeron’s former mercenaries up to sweep through after the advance.
“S-stop shooting!” the changeling ordered, but her voice was lost under the alarm and machine gun nests outside. The half-track opened up again, shooting at something in the wrong direction. The changeling in the open flap to the mess hall shoved another clip into an outdated bolt-action rifle, then aimed at the shield again.
Flurry looked back to the mare just as the bullet pinged off the bubble. The shot would have hit her head. Her muzzle scrunched.
The mare swallowed, fangs gleaming in the flare light. “Wait…”
She reminded the alicorn of the mother hiding in the floorboards of her grandparent’s house. Just a mare that drove the fuel trucks. One tanker backed up over the fence, but tires caught in the barbed wire atop it. Wheels spun as it tried to go around the half-track.
The mare looked up at her, blue eyes wide. Do you have a family, too?
“Fuck you,” Nightshade spat at the changeling. “For Echo. Burn.”
The shield popped with the sound of a soap bubble.
It was not a powerful blast, just enough to clear the area. The truck attempting to escape was lifted into the sky by the force, burning blue and bright before exploding in a hail of metal. The other trucks exploded as they were atomized by the shockwave in the time it took to blink. The alarm and all gunfire stopped abruptly as everything simply disappeared.
Flurry blinked and looked down to Nightshade. The bat pony gazed up at her, then nodded resolutely. She pulled a pencil from a pocket and scratched off the supply point on her map. Four more were circled, roughly in a line.
Chips lifted his head. A fleck of ash landed on his beak. “One big barbie.”
“You weren’t at the Duskwood,” Nightshade whickered.
A single machine gun nest escaped the blast. The sandbag fort was covered in blue flames from scattered oil. One of the jeeps stopped, and the gunner in the turret sprayed bullets in liberally. She checked with the bat pony in the passenger seat, who lifted a hoof and pumped it with a victory yell.
The vehicle revved and went around the slightly depressed crater. One motorcycle hit the crater directly with a loud scree of approval from the Tzinacatl hanging on. The tribal flapped her painted wings as they went airborne. It landed with a skid and set off again; the mare still cackling in her stolen Queen's Guard helmet.
The night was quiet again, but there were flashes of light on the westward horizon. We’re losing the element of surprise. “Let’s go,” Flurry rapped her hoof on the roll bar.
“Northwest,” Nightshade mumbled. “Ammo dump. There’s a trail.”
The engine turned over once before seizing back to life. Chips grimaced. “What happens if the old girl gives up the ghost?”
“I get another. Lucky you.”
“I’d rather have a shield than not have it, Princess,” Chips deferred. “Let’s cook some bugs.” He flicked on the windshield wiper and switched gears. The jeep’s tires squealed on the compacted dirt before edging out of the crater and turning northwest.
“Nightshade,” Flurry said absently. The bat pony twisted around in the seat, one hoof on the dashboard as the jeep bounced. “Is my nose bleeding?”
“No, Princess.”
“Good. Let me know when it starts to bleed.” The alicorn gazed down at the map, tracing the marked points to Appleloosa. Ash stuck to the jeweled crown atop her head as the jeep rejoined the assault. Few vehicles followed it northwest as the last flares snuffed out.
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Shock and Awe baby. I don't think the bugs were ready for this kind of high speed assault through their supply lines but Flurry is right. Surprise won't last for much longer. Onwards to Applelossa and a possible reunion of AJ.
The story about trying to get prisoners was just window dressing. Shame I thought that Flurry would try harder.
The bat ponies were having the time of their lives
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It's pretty clear the mare had lost control of her garrison and they need to move fast. Flurry accepts that surrender and the majority of those 'lings are running like hell west or outright panicking. Yes, Flurry could cancel the shield, demand a surrender, waste time pulling troops in to deal with the 'lings and endanger the larger offensive...or stick to the throat-slitting plan and keep pushing. Upcoming chapters will show how badly order's collapsed in the south for the Hegemony. They're getting encircled, cut-off, pamphlets have been falling from the sky, and word has started to spread about what kind of Princess is in charge of Equestria now.
i love Chips, best character.
You had me when Flurry decided she couldn't understand the Aussie's accent.
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That makes complete sense actually, sorry for being a idiot I was thinking this was gonna be a repeat of the crystal capital, where the entire civilian population is gonna be murdered.
I need to ask however, is the changeling army reeling from the punch that was the battle of Canterlot, or are they already on the floor knocked out? Or in other words are we dealing with a similar situation as 1943 Germany or 1945?
Edit: please bro, don't kill applejack, sunburst death is still rent free in my head (You can ignore this edit, it's just a emotional outburst)
Cute birbs, cute bats, I hope they become friends after the war.
Chips reminds me of Sniper, and I'm all for that
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They can start the Hell's Angels equivalent. Too tired right now to think of a witty name.
Hey there!
Just wanted to leave this little comment here and tell that I really like this story up to this point. (It is always great to see a notification for this story within the other mails.) And bringing the alicorn back to the battlefield was something I waited for, and the chapter definitly didn't disappoint with that.
Now being the attentive german, that I am, I noticed there was a small label in german
I always appreciate it when someone uses german words or even sentences, it gives it somewhat of a place in the world (even if it is mostly in context with the "Third Reich" or an analogy of it).
Taking the advanced course in history also gives me attention to notice small details and for this inscription it is "Königin und Kaiserin" was used and that in relation to a company owned by the "government"; This attribute was given to the state-owned companies of Austria-Hungary "Kaiserlich und königlich". (Also "Konzern" is masculine so it would be "Der", not "Das".)
So coming to an end to this grammar/history rambling, maybe the name "Die kaiserliche und königliche Forschungs- und Extraktionsgesellschaft" with the optional addition of "ihrer Majestät Chrysalis", if it doesn't seem too long already, would be more suitable.
P.s.: I'm really sorry if this comment comes off as somewhat stuck-up, I'm still learning to sincerely express myself in English :(. Also, now I think it's ironic that it is called Grammar Nazi
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That is directly taken from the mod. That is what Chrysalis named her crown corporation. Verbatim.
Now, I figured it was probably atrocious German/Herzlander, which tracks because the Changelings don't even speak Herzlander normally and are copying the Griffonian Reich. But that is how it's spelled in Equestria at War.
I'm curious did Nightshade mean the princess's fanny as in the American definition of the word? Or as in the British definition of the word?
She did use the phrase wanker just before that. So my mind initially thought she meant the british version, but that doesn't really make sense in context.
I finally caught up, Yay! This story is amazing so far. I can’t wait for what’s next
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He reminds me of samir
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This is pure speculation, but I feel like the situation is closer to that of 1943 Germany. Let's look at EaW's map of Equestria (in a civil war, which is more useful for our purposes because it highlights different regions of the country)
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Flurry approximately controls the territory owned by the Lunar Empire, the four Southeast countries, the Crystal Empire, Stalliongrad, and Nova Griffonia (you can see part of it in the upper right corner), plus Canterlot (the capital of Equestria, marked with a star). The current plan is to make a rush from Canterlot to Las Pegasus (the city is the capital of the country), encircling the southwest (the grey country, its capital is Appleloosa).
As you can see, however, even if the plan goes off perfectly most of Equestria (what is labeled as such in the map) will still be under Changeling occupation, and the Changeling mainland itself is still far away from the front (the black country in the upper left corner).
Also most of the Hegemony's industry is probably in the mainland and remains fully operational, Olenia and their mainland has plenty of natural resources, their air force hasn't yet suffered any major defeats that we know of, nor do we have any reason to believe they have manpower problems. That's all to say that they still have plenty of materiel and their army ought to be able to go back to full readiness once it recovers from the debacle at Canterlot.
As things stand the Changelings could possibly even win, if they somehow get the Griffons to abandon the war (for this reason VOPS' main priority probably ought to be to cause unrest and war-malaise in Griffonia, and to support warmongers in the Riverlands, even above trying to kill Flurry).
Alternatively, the Hegemony could collapse at any point, from a number of reasonable reasons, if the author wants to rush the war to its conclusion. For example, once the war becomes clearly unwinnable for the Changelings VOPS could do a place coup, or army command could pull off a successful Operation Valkyrie, or something, changelings are treacherous by nature after all. Or maybe the whole structure was rotten and will collapse with a good kick at the door. Or whatever.
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BEHOLD A MAP
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They're doing okay. There is no official P&K map, this one from the EaW Discord is the closest y'all will ever get.
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Consider a few things:
1. Without the help of the Griffonian Empire, the liberation would not have happened at all. There was already an attempt at freedom from Equestrians alone, and that failed.
2. Maybe the big ole shield would've helped, but the reason why Flurry was able to actually take over Nova Griffonia and retake The Crystal City was because of her correspondence with Grover. If they did not make a deal, Flurry would still be fighting off the empire as part of Nova Griffonia's airforce probably.
3. While they have the raw materials, they don't have the ability to transform the raw materials into finished goods. The occupation has stripped the land of useful productive capacity and depopulated the place. Changelings also probably took or straight up killed a lot of experts, creating a brain drain on a national scale that would require Griffonian expertise to help bridge. If they managed to liberate themselves without the empire's help, they would still largely rely on exporting raw materials with very little leverage to the only buyer in town, which is the Griffonian Empire. In the end, they are still under their thumb.
4. We already know that Baltimare still declares independence, who's to say that, even if they were to liberate themselves, that Equestria would be united and not split into multiple warlord states? Having an actual standing army from the Griffonian Empire keeps the peace too.
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ww2 was a war that is ended in allies favor , this is a war after a lost war after a decade of occupation that comes after another lost war , lings know that ponies are dangerous with their magic so they make them unable to use it, the next generation capable of using magic or capable of doing anything is still waiting to be born, plus, Japan got it worst than anyone ,now Japan is the 3rd economy power of the world but with a superior power aid and now it's nothing more than a poppet to u.s (if you think otherwise It's you who's don't know anything about history, no offense to japs tho,)and still Japan didn't get it as hard as Equus in this universe get. it's more like a Wolfenstein universe but apparently far worst for Equus.
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Plus, grover had two chance to actually get rid of flurry, first in aqualia and second before attack to canterlot but not only he refused,he watched her back all the way until here , that's enough reason for us to love him,no?,
«In the field, we had a code of honor. You watch my back, I watch yours.»
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Hello, your ranting about this story has be very interesting to the council on the EaW discord. I formally invite you to Fanfic zone to continue this conversation. your unique point of view is welcomed
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There's fanart. It's not exact but it gives the vibe.
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I like you dawg , hope this inspires you to start your own fic wait flurry being the ultimate power and mistress of the world and grover being her personal boy toy , I promise I read It and love it and like it or even share it for you.
Hopefully Applejack will come quietly. That will likely be the only way she comes out alive. But her not hanging is a hard sell to me. She is the most collaborative among all the elements, and her excuse doesn't seem to even hold up with parts of her family.
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We have a exiled monarch who lost her parents, her family( fuck the aunts they are not family at this point), before she was even ten, who grew up in a autocratic country where she was a second class citizen at best. Watched the ideals of her family fail. And found the only way forward through popularism, Militarism, and cut throat pragmatism. Her only parental figure was a spymaster/mafia boss with his own issue. The foundation of her support comes from exiles who like her are willing to cross a lot of lines for what they want and have passedthat line of thought down.
The fact that she as a teenager is this stable is Honestly a miracle. Not to say she doesn't have flaws. AND OH DEAR she has some worrying tendencies. But how she turned out is how I imagine alexie romanov would have turned out if he had survived.
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I feel like you have some key criticism to make that might be valid but it's lost in poor articulation and some overly emotional writing. Try collecting your thoughts and writing in a more neutral tone.
Ah, yes, a high-speed night charge across half-broken terrain while using night-vision equipment that makes everything green and fuzzy, oil wells burning in the distance.
Now THAT brings back a few memories.