Faith and magic intertwine as Sisters Sororitas clash with pig-like beings in Equestria's arcane depths.
In this version of Equestria, the vibrant and whimsical landscape now mirrors the vices and challenges of human kind. Ponies, pegasi, and unicorns struggle with issues of power, greed, and social inequality.
When a chapter of the Sisters Sororitas, a resilient order of warrior-nuns are pulled into Equestrias underground hollows, they find themselves facing a dire confrontation with the subterranean dwellers. These skilled warriors engage in a fierce battle against them to defend themselves and seek a way to escape.
In the heart of Canterlot, the capital city of Equestria, a scholarly chamber stands nestled within the towering spires. Bathed in a soft, candlelit glow, the room exudes an air of ancient wisdom and intellectual pursuit. Intricately carved bookshelves line the walls, cradling volumes of arcane lore, while enchanted tapestries depict tales of forgotten realms and lost magic.
Princess Luna, her deep blue coat resplendent in the amber candlelight, enters through a silk divider with an air of solemnity. Her ethereal sapphire mane cascades along her back and wings like a flowing river of stars, carrying the weight of countless nights. Her regal presence was a testament to her centuries of experience and the strength that came with her celestial domain.
Burried in an old book, Princess Twilight Sparkle radiated with a vibrant energy that mirrored the magenta hues of her flowing mane. Her light purple coat glimmered as though infused with the very magic she held expertise in. With a studious gaze and a mind brimming with knowledge, Twilight was the beacon of wisdom in a world of mysticism.
Luna took a breath, "Twilight, my dear friend, how goes the investigation of those tremors that have shaken our realm recently?"
Twilight turned, looking surprised, "Luna! It's wonderful to see you. The tremors, yes," the purple mare looked at her book, "they're certainly something out of the ordinary. My studies have led me to an intriguing discovery."
"Pray tell, Twilight. What knowledge have you unearthed about these unusual disturbances?"
"You won't believe it! The tremors seem to be linked to a surge of larger-than-usual arcane magic deep within the Hogar warrens."
"Arcane magic from the Hogar warrens? This is perplexing indeed. Could it be a sign of some hidden power?" The much taller Princess was peering over Twilight's head.
"Exactly! The arcane energies are pulsating in patterns I've never encountered before. It's as if something significant is stirring beneath the surface."
Luna smiled at her friends excitement, "And you believe this arcane magic is the source of the heightened tremours we've detected?"
Twilight nodded, "It's highly likely. My initial assessments indicate that these magical fluctuations coincide with the seismic activity we've observed."
"Curiouser and curiouser," Luna said, "it is of paramount importance that we discover the underlying cause of these tremours. I will dispatch a message to the Captain of the Guard."
"Agreed. This is a puzzle that we need to solve for the safety of Equestria. I'll analyze the data we've collected and try to pinpoint the origin of these magical fluctuations," she bent her head upwards to stare into the eyes of her friend.
Luna only smiled, "farewell for now, dear Twilight. May your efforts yield fruitful results."
"I've sure got my work cut out for me, catch you later, Luna."
In the slate-grey depths of the warrens where jagged rock formations intertwine with shimmering crystal deposits, exists an eerie and otherworldly landscape. Here, the Hogar, or Pig Men, presided over their black bastions. The Hogar overseers, much larger than any man, were covered in pinkish muscle and exuded a strong, earthy scent reminiscent of sweat and the rustic aroma of barnyard animals.
Within their iron grasp, the Hogar controlled a vast dominion built upon the backs of slaves and the spoils brought forth from the Arcane Rifts that tore through the fabric of reality. These rifts served as sinister gateways, ferrying unfortunate humans to their realm, where they were condemned to toil in the rock and gold farms under the watchful eyes of Hogar overseers.
The human slaves, weary and defeated, labored tirelessly amidst the unforgiving terrain. Their spirits broken, they hewed at the unyielding rock with hands bloodied by their ceaseless efforts. The promise of escape seemed an impossible dream, overshadowed by the imposing figures of the Hogar overseers. Taskmasters of cruelty and oppression, the overseers oversaw the toil with an iron-fisted rule, their harsh commands ringing out like cracks of a whip.
Amidst the cold and gloom, the warrens stood as a stark reminder of the power imbalance that existed between the Hogar and their captive human subjects. A kingdom of darkness and suffering, born from the arcane rifts and the unchecked dominion of those who reveled in the misery they wrought.
Amidst the bleak expanse of the rock farm, a sudden rift in reality tears open the fabric of space and time. Emerging from its depths are the figures of Cannoness Emillena Von Kluge and Sister Alicia Ardelean. The ground trembles as they land, the impact of their heavy power armor sending ripples through the earth.
Cannoness Von Kluge, a seasoned warrior with a head of pure white hair, bore a scar etched into her face, a testament to battles fought and hardships endured. Her presence exuded authority and strength, a living embodiment of experience that had withstood the trials of time.
Beside her, Sister Alicia Ardelean rose from the mud, firm and unwavering. Despite her youthful appearance, her eyes held the wisdom of one far beyond her years. Stern and serious, Alicia's demeanor spoke of a deep understanding to the grim reality of their current situation.
The abrupt arrival of the two Sisters of the Dawn caused chaos amongst the human slaves toiling in the rock farm. Workers scattered, their fear evident in their eyes as the power armor-clad women nearly crushed some underfoot. Von Kluge and Ardelean quickly assessed their surroundings, their eyes narrowing as they took in the oppressive landscape and the brutish figures of the Hogar overseers.
With the air crackling with arcane magic and uncertainty, the Sisters of the Dawn watch as the portal closed behind them. Their resolve unyielding even in this unfamiliar and hostile terrain.
Cowering following their arrival, a young man, his frame gaunt and malnourished from his time in captivity, bore witness to a spectacle that defied his understanding of reality. Wide eyes locked onto the figures of Von Kluge and Ardelean as the women moved with a precision and power that seemed impossible.
With contemptuous ease, the two Sisters engage the Hogar overseers, their movements fluid and their actions deliberate. The clash of metal against flesh resonated through the air as the oppressive figures fell one by one under the onslaught. The young man's heart raced as he watched this astonishing display of strength and skill.
But what truly left him awestruck was the unfolding panorama that followed. Portals, radiant and ethereal, began to open across the valley, each one giving birth to more of these warrior women. Dozens, perhaps hundreds, emerged with a sense of purpose and unity that defied comprehension. The young man's gaze darted from portal to portal, the once bleak landscape now filled with these figures cloaked in power armour and determination.
To him, it was as if he were witnessing angels descending from the heavens, warriors of light sent by a higher power to bring salvation. The young man's skepticism wavered, replaced by a spark of hope that had long been extinguished within him. In the midst of darkness, these women were a beacon of hope and deliverance, a force beyond his understanding that had the potential to shatter the chains of oppression and reshape the course of his world.
Once the Hogar had been dealt with and the two women watched as all of the slaves, save for one starved individual, escaped into the wastes, Cannoness Von Kluge and Sister Alicia Ardelean approach the shaken young man. their armored forms casting shadows over his emaciated figure. His eyes darted between them, a mixture of awe and trepidation painting his expression.
Von Kluge held up an armoured hand, "Calm yourself, lad. We won't harm you. What is your name?"
His eyes were wide, "I-I'm Juan, miss."
"Juan, we need information," Ardelean quickly asked. "Can you tell us what is happening here? How did you end up in this place?"
"Miss, I... I'm not sure what you mean. Men, and sometimes women, they... they come through those shimmering holes in the air. The Hogar capture them, or worse. They hoard all the goods in their bastions."
Von Kluge frowned, "And where are these bastions?"
"Over there, miss. Beyond the hills. They're well-guarded, heavily fortified."
Ardelean folded her arms, "How often do these... portals appear?"
"Every now and then, ma'am. It's like the skies tear open and drop people down. We don't know why or how..." He shook with an aching sob, "I've been here for longer than I can remember."
"Thank you, Juan. Rest now, we'll do what we can to put an end to this. For now, stay hidden. There's hope on the horizon."
"Thank you, ma'am. I... I can't believe you're here."
Ardelean helped him stand, "We'll help you and all those who suffer under this yoke. Remember, Juan, your bravery in speaking out will aid our cause."
As Von Kluge and Alicia engaged in their conversation with Juan, chaos erupted across the valley. The once-peaceful rock farm became a scene of turmoil as the arrival of the Sisters of the Dawn sparked a violent reaction from the Hogar overseers. Like a storm unleashed, the Hogar forces surged forward, their brutish figures charging with primal aggression. The clash of metal against metal resounded as battle cries mingled with the screams of the oppressed. In the face of this sudden assault, the Sisters of the Dawn stood resolute, their armored forms forming a bulwark against the onslaught. The air filled with the cacophony of combat, the valley becoming a theater of conflict where the forces of oppression and those who fought against it clashed in a struggle that would shape the fate of the warrens and beyond.
The air was rent with the explosive roar of bolt guns, the Sisters of the Dawn unleashing their lethal weapons upon the charging Hogar overseers. The concussive blasts echoed through the valley as stabilized explosive high-caliber rounds were propelled towards their targets. The sharp crack of impact followed, accompanied by vivid bursts of sparks and shattering flesh and bone as the bolts found their marks. Each shot tore through the air with deadly precision, a testament to the Sisters' unyielding aim. The projectiles struck the Hogar with devastating force, sending some sprawling to the ground while others were rent asunder by the sheer power of the impact. The staccato rhythm of gunfire resonated against the backdrop of chaos, the Sisters stood unwavering as they painted a tapestry of destruction, their bolt guns a symphony of retribution against the forces of oppression.
As the valley became a battleground, Cannoness Von Kluge's voice rose above the tumultuous din and rattle, her commands a clarion call that rallied the scattered forces of the Sisters of the Dawn to her side. Her voice, a mix of authority and urgency, sliced through the chaos, uniting the warrior women in a common purpose.
"Form ranks! Hold your ground!" Von Kluge's voice boomed, resonating with unyielding determination. "Sisters, stand firm and fight back the tide! Do not waver, for we are the shield!"
The Sisters heeded her call, their actions synchronized as they created a solid front against the sporadic Hogar forces that probed their lines. The air was charged with energy as bolt guns roared to life once more, each shot a testament to their unswerving resolve. Amidst the tumultuous clash, Von Kluge's leadership was a beacon of guidance, a constant reminder that they fought not just for themselves, but for the liberation of all those trapped under the weight of oppression.
As the battle raged on, the valley became a crucible of fire and steel, the Sisters a rock of defiance against the encroaching waves of darkness. With each scream from the Hogar and each resounding gunshot, they carved their legacy into the annals of the warrens, their actions speaking louder than words as they held the line against the brutal tide of the Hogar's aggression.
The turn of battle changed as the Hogar regrouped on the hills. Recognizing the overwhelming numbers of the approaching Hogar formations that cascaded toward them like a relentless tide, Cannoness Von Kluge's command shifted strategy. Seeing a dilapidated stone tower behind her, she formulates a plan. Her voice, a beacon of calculated resolve, shot out above the roar of battle.
"Sisters, regroup! We must make a fighting withdrawal! Do not break ranks! Fall back to the tower at our backs!"
The Sisters of the Dawn, with Von Kluge at their helm, executed the order with precision born of discipline. Their formation shifted, stepping back in a cohesive retreat as Hogar forces closed in from all sides. The valley echoed with the trampling of hooven feet, the boom of bolt Gun reports and the clash of steel against steel. The Sisters maintaining a defiant cohesion through the chaos.
As the enemy forces swarmed like an unending tide, Von Kluge's steely gaze fell upon a disused tower standing as a forgotten sentinel. With the determination of a seasoned commander, she points to the tower, her voice resolute even as the enemy advanced.
"Sisters, into the tower! Fortify it against the enemy hoard! Hold your ground!"
The Sisters Sororitas stumbled into the tower, their movements swift and resolute. The clash of metal against stone echoed as they set about reinforcing their position, determined to turn the tower into a bastion of resistance against the overwhelming enemy legions. Within the tower's walls, the Sisters of the Dawn prepared to face the onslaught, their resolve unbroken, their faith unwavering, and their determination unyielding in the face of the encroaching tide.
As the Sisters Sororitas reinforce the fortified tower, Cannoness Von Kluge's gaze swept across their ranks, her eyes assessing each warrior. The clatter of armor and the focused breaths of the Sisters filled the air as they readied themselves for the inevitable clash with the encroaching Hogar forces.
"Head count! Report in!" Her command resonated with a mix of authority and urgency.
One by one, her girls responded, their voices resolute as they acknowledged their presence within the tower. But as the count progressed, Von Kluge's expression darkened with a gnawing concern that could not be concealed.
"Only half of our mission is present," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with a tinge of disbelief. The weight of their missing comrades hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the uncertainty they found themselves in.
Cannoness Von Kluge's stern expression tightened with resolve as she reached for her Vox Communication Link, a lifeline that would connect her to their beset Sisters scattered across the tumultuous valley. Her fingers deftly manipulated the device, her intent clear—to reestablish contact with those who had been thrust into the throes of battle against the Hogar onslaught. But as the moments ticked by, her features contorted with frustration as a barrier of interference denied her the connection she sought.
Dark contemplations furrowed her brow as Von Kluge turned to Sister Alicia Ardelean, her voice conveying some of the frustration.
"Alicia, take five of our Sisters and break through that interference. Locate and reorganize our lost missionaries. We cannot afford to let them remain scattered and isolated."
Ardelean, her features etched with a seriousness that matched her seasoned demeanor, nodded in acknowledgment.
"Understood, Cannoness. We won't let them remain cut off."
With an approving nod from Von Kluge, Alicia quickly gathered five of their Sisters, each one poised and ready for the task ahead. With a final exchange of committed glances, they departed the tower, their armoured bootsteps carrying them away and along a ridgeline adjacent to the valley.
As the din and rattle echoed along the basin from isolated pockets of battle, a collective sense of urgency swept over the enslaved masses. The violence that erupted in the wake of the clash between the Sisters Sororitas and their Hogar overseers sent ripples of fear and determination through the downtrodden souls who toiled in the warren. A sense of opportunity was born out of the turmoil, as the disruption created a window for escape.
As they spread into a V formation, Sister Ardelean and her team stood as beacons of guidance. Their brilliant cerulean power armour a stark contrast to the oppressive valley and Hogar forces that had dominated the enslaved masses for so long, ignited a spark of hope. Alicia's voice cut through the uncoordinated slave immigration as she directed the fleeing humans towards a singular goal—the fortified tower where Cannoness Von Kluge and the core of their Sisterhood held their ground.
"Follow the ridge! To the tower!" Her command carried an unwavering assurance that resonated with the desperate souls who sought freedom from their oppression.
The men and women who moved past the Sisters carried the weight of their suffering visibly: sunken faces etched with exhaustion, ragged clothing clinging to their emaciated forms. Weariness and resignation marked their demeanor as they shuffled towards the tower, their steps driven more by desperation than hope, seeking escape from the torment inflicted by their Hogar overseers.
As Ardelean surveyed her surroundings, her thoughts couldn't help but linger on her fellow Sisters who strode beside her, each a testament to their Order's unyielding dedication. Valeria's commanding presence exuded authority, while Serrano's focused demeanor reflected a seeker of knowledge. Lucreti's fidgeting frustration hinted at an eagerness for combat, and Ismene's almost nervous gait conveyed her inquisitive nature. And then there was Aurelia, who reminded Ardelean of herself, unwavering and determined, embodying the Sisterhood's resolute spirit.
As they pressed onward in their search for their lost comrades, the helmets that masked their expressions also hid the thoughts that swirled within. Valeria's voice, steady and even, broke the silence. Her question was directed at Serrano, "have you been able to make any sense of this?"
Serrano's contemplative voice carried a touch of weariness. "Our mission began with clarity, Valeria, but uncertainty has taken hold."
A short silence followed this, Ismene's voice, tinged with curiosity, pierced the air. "Sisters, did any among us sense a guiding hand as we traversed the rift?"
Aurelia's response held a cautionary edge. "Be wary of such thoughts, Ismene. Chaos thrives on deception and the allure of guidance."
Valeria's words resonated with a tempered conviction. "Yet, I, too, felt a presence, Ismene. A force, unbidden but not of chaos or heresy."
Lucreti's tone was a warning laced with apprehension. "Let us not rush to disregard such possibilities, Valeria. The mere act of ignoring such potential influence could itself be seen as a path to heresy."
"Keep quiet and stay vigilant," Ardeleans stern command was wince inducing. She followed it with a deliberate inhale. The command kept Valeria and Aurelias response unspoken.
Despite this, Ardelean drew strength from the distinct personas surrounding her. These Sisters, bound by faith and purpose, were more than just companions on this journey; they were the embodiment of the Order's ideals. All of them were.
The canyon they were in appeared to be one within a warren of unknown scope, a potentially extensive subterranean network comprising tunnels, valleys, and concealed lakes. The surroundings embraced a slate-grey ruggedness, where surface cracks permitted fragments of light to filter downward, creating pools of illumination. Amber-hued bioluminescent vines clamber the walls, casting sufficient radiance throughout.
Between small the clusters of black stone structures in the near distance, Ardelean could discern the outlines of blue-clad Sororitas locked in battle against the Hogar. Issuing a swift command, she directs their advance towards the battling Sororitas.
The rocky ravine gradually widens, extending into the distance where imposing black bastions rise like ominous monuments to the universe's malevolent deeds. As they journey onward, the terrain transitions from jagged crags and rugged plains to sands tainted with ash. These ashy sands give way to a modest hillside, atop which lies the village and their fellow Sister Sororitas.
Cresting the hill, Ardelean commands a halt, her gaze assessing the unfolding scene. With precision, she issues her instructions: "Valeria, Aurelia, flank left. Serrano, Lucreti, move right in a pincer formation. Ismene, accompany me. We will reinforce the embattled sisters at the heart of the village."
They pushed forward into the village. Among the landscape of small dwellings constructed from black stone and metal, the scene reveals fallen Hogar resembling bipedal pigs, scattered around a group of approximately a dozen embattled Sisters.
In unison, Ismene and Ardelean add their bolt gunfire to the fray as the scattered Hogar overseers unite for a final assault. Swift and resolute, the pig men are decisively defeated, their threat extinguished in the relentless barrage of Sororitas firepower.
Among the battle-hardened Sororitas, their faces concealed by helmets, stands one exception. This Sister's presence is distinguished by intricate silver inlays along her shoulder pauldrons and the distinctive Fleur de Lis tattoo gracing her forehead. Recognizing her instantly, Ardelean's gaze settles on Palatine Sarisa Valenwood.
The womans countenance blends femininity with an air of seriousness. Her ice-blue eyes exude a piercing intensity, revealing a depth of devout faith that matches her commanding presence.
Gathering in the aftermath, Ardelean's team forms a united front. She chuckles lightly, her voice tinged with relief, "Another victory, Sisters."
Valenwood's response carries a hint of amusement, "Indeed, Alicia. Although these beast men appear quite persistent."
Ardalean's tone is lighthearted, "And we'll be equally determined."
Valenwood winks, "A battle of wills it would seem."
The two share a moment of shared triumph, a silent understanding passing between them within the camaraderie of battle-won banter.
Following the village's aftermath, Palatine Valenwood directs her Sororitas to establish a perimeter. Once done, she approaches Ardelean, her tone composed but eager for information.
She narrows her eyes, "Sister Ardelean, give me a situation update."
Ardelean's response is measured, her eyes scanning the surroundings before she replies.
"Palatine, the situation is complex. We find ourselves in unfamiliar territory. We lack understanding of our arrival, our surroundings, or the extent of the beast men presence. Further, interference hampers our Vox Casters' communication."
Valenwood's expression remained composed, her nod indicating her grasp of their predicament.
Ardelean continued, "my mission remains, Palatine, despite these challenges. Establish contact with our scattered order and guide them towards Cannoness Von Kluge."
Ardelean's voice carries unwavering determination, reaffirming their purpose despite the uncertainty.
Valenwood's response is succinct and resolute. "Understood, Sister Ardelean." Her ice-blue eyes hold a steadfast determination as she continues, "My contingent will stay stationed here in the village, serving as a waypoint for any slaves or Sisters you gather."
"Understood, Palatine" Ardelean gathers her team with swift efficiency, their shared determination evident as they prepare to move.
With a collective sense of purpose, they set their course towards one of the valleys distant bastions, where the reverberations of battle still resound in the air.
From the vantage point of his office, the view sprawled before Major Sundance's eyes. Beyond the polished wooden desk, the room's large window framed a panoramic view encompassing the training grounds and barracks of his unit. The soft hues of twilight bathed the landscape, casting a warm golden glow upon the packed dirt where, during the day, his soldiers honed their skills. Now however, the training yard lay deserted, devoid of the usual flurry of disciplined activity.
At his desk, Major Sundance, a distinguished officer of the Royal Equestrian Guard, focused on reviewing performance reports from a recent training exercise. Suddenly, his attention snapped to a scroll that materialised with a burst of blueish magic. At once, he recognized the unmistakable wax seal of Princess Luna.
He read the scroll, which contained orders for his Company to mobilise at once to investigate a network of caves to the southwest. He paid special attention to the primary directive, the task of uncovering any motives or potential connections to the intense tremors that had been unsettling Canterlot.
As the evening advanced Major Sundance's gaze drifted from the scroll to the moon's silvery orb which began its ascent, a steady rise that painted the sky with a tranquil, celestial light.
He shifted his attention to the framed photographs adorning the walls of his office. Each image captured the essence of his unit— the 3rd Lunar company 'Nyxstar' of the 3rd Royal Guard battalion, composed of Thestrals, the resolute bat ponies of Equestria. These creatures of the night possessed a unique blend of grace and strength, their keen senses and sharp nocturnal eyesight making them formidable assets, particularly in subterranean environments.
As he contemplated the forthcoming mission, Sundance found solace in the knowledge that his unit was ideally equipped for such an endeavour. The intricacies of cave networks and the darkness within held no fear for the bat ponies under his command. Their inherent ability to navigate the shadows would undoubtedly prove invaluable in the pursuit of their mission's objective.
With a sense of trust in his unit's capabilities, Major Sundance's focus returned to the scroll, penning a response reaffirming his commitment to fulfilling the orders laid out before him.
On the dawn of the following day, the sun's gentle rays painted a golden canvas across the training grounds. Having relayed his directives to Captain Anlace, an imposing Thestral mare larger than himself, Major Sundance turned his attention to the formidable force he had at his disposal.
His eyes swept across the ranks, taking in the sight of his company in formation. Eight platoons stood at attention, composed of roughly one hundred skilled Thestrals—creatures whose innate traits made them formidable warriors of the night. Alongside them, fifty unicorns, hailing from the ranks of the Royal Equestrian Guard, added their magical prowess to the mix.
The Major's pride swelled at the sight of the assembled force, a harmonious amalgamation of strengths and skills ready to undertake the mission's challenges.
Observing the Thestral physiology, he couldn't help but notice the species' more aggressive and predatory design. Their sleek forms and sharp features testified to an inherent adaptation for the night, where their instincts and skills came to life in the darkness.
Among the rows of grey Thestrals, the unicorns stood alabaster, regal and proud, embodying the essence of mares and stallions of distinguished social standing.
Major Sundance's gaze swept across the assembled ranks, a surge of pride welling up within him. Among the Thestral forces, the unicorns stood dignified and self-assured, their bearing exuding an air of noble authority that spoke to their esteemed heritage. As a unicorn himself, Sundance recognized his bias, yet he held an unwavering appreciation for the Thestrals. Having trained, lived, and fought alongside them, he understood their distinct capabilities. While their nature could be fierce, he knew there was no other soldier he'd rather have at his side than one of their creed.
"Major Sundance," Captain Anlace's voice held a firm undertone, "the company is assembled and combat-ready."
A small smile tugged at Major Sundance's lips as he took in Captain Anlace's report. The Captain was an eager mare, equally at ease in the midst of a brawl as she was in a formal boardroom. Although he couldn't help but sense her preference for one scenario over the other, the dedication she brought to her duties was undeniable.
"Very good, Captain Anlace."
Captain Anlace's reply came swift and efficient, "Platoon leaders and senior NCOs have been briefed, sir. Rations and supplies for two weeks are accounted for."
"Captain, dismiss the company," Sundance ordered, his tone carrying a note of finality.
In an instant, Captain Anlace's formerly mellow tone transformed into a resounding loudspeaker as she barked out orders, her voice echoing with a commanding urgency that cut through the air. "Nyxstar Company, Fall out!" The words were a sharp call to action, reverberating across the training grounds and sparking immediate movement among the assembled forces.
On their journey to the southwestern caves, the Nyxstar Company displayed a coordinated blend of forces. Royal Guard Chariots, towed by pegasi, offered swift aerial transportation for the company's Unicorn members. Meanwhile, the Thestrals flew alongside, acting as escorts to ensure a safe passage. This collaborative effort highlighted the cohesion and teamwork within the company as they made their way towards their destination.
The chariot formations navigated the Canterlot mountain range, Thestral squads scanning for any potential threats on the ground or in the sky. Even in familiar territory, their training compelled them to remain vigilant.
As they moved forward, the company's chariots maintained a steady pace, traversing the undulating terrain with practised ease. The Thestrals, trained to be attentive sentinels, ensured that the journey remained secure, their watchful eyes scanning every ridgeline, field and cloudbank for potential interceptors.
Major Sundance occupied the lead chariot, his focused gaze fixed on the base of the mountain as he peered through his binoculars. Before him lay a jagged scar in the landscape—Horseshoe Point. This stretch of slate and earth had formed due to tectonic activity, a feature that the tremors had only further intensified, leaving the once rugged terrain even more craggy and challenging to navigate.
Under the watchful guidance of Thestral escorts, Nyxstar Company descended onto the flattened hillsides to the west. The bat ponies ensured their safe landing as they readied themselves to enter the caverns. Major Sundance's gaze fixed on a series of porous dark openings set against the slate landscape. These cave entrances, resembling giant insects against the terrain, indicated their designated entry points.
As they touched down, the chariot's downforce stirred up a dusty cloud that trailed behind them. While the Thestrals maintained a watchful presence in the air, ensuring security from above. Meanwhile on the ground, Major Sundance and his contingent of unicorns swiftly gathered by the cave entrances, preparing to secure the area and embark on their mission.
Captain Anlace touched down beside Major Sundance, the dust settling as they landed. While the Major and his unicorns took a moment to double-check their equipment, Captain Anlace stood at his side, both observing as the chariots lifted off to make their return journey.
Major Sundance took a quick inventory of his gear—a suit of resplendent golden armour, his helmet adorned with a striking red and blue officer's plume, and a trusty sword secured at his flank. His preparations were further evident as he ensured that his sack of rations was securely fastened to his other side.
The other unicorns displayed equipment similar to Major Sundance's, albeit less extravagant. Meanwhile, the Thestrals stood in stark contrast, clad in grey battle plate that offered practicality over opulence. Their sturdy helmets provided ample protection for both head and neck, showcasing their readiness for combat in their own unique way.
"Captain Anlace," Major Sundance's voice carried a tone of authority as he turned his attention to his second-in-command. "I need you to take six platoons into the caves. Maintain formation and keep vigilant."
Anlace's gaze met his, a crisp salute underscoring her acknowledgment. "Understood, Major. We'll secure the interior and establish a solid foothold."
Sundance nodded in approval. "Good. I'll remain on the surface with two majority Unicorn platoons. We'll maintain a top-side perimeter and be ready to provide support if needed."
With their orders established, they shared a moment of silent agreement before their focus returned to the impending mission. The transition of command, while seamless, reflected the confidence and unity that Major Sundance had over Nyxstar Company.
With the Major relinquishing command to Captain Anlace as he focused on establishing a secure perimeter on the surface, the Thestrals took the forefront, guiding the path while the Unicorns utilised their illumination spells to light the way through the dim tunnels. The descent into the depths was marked by steep passages that swept downward, each step bringing them closer to the heart of the mysterious cave network.
As Captain Anlace and her platoons advanced, their formations spread out to accommodate the expanding tunnel. The passages branched into a series of contoured and columned pathways, revealing the diversity of the route ahead. Recognizing the need to adapt, Anlace quickly summoned the platoon leaders, gathering them for an impromptu meeting to ensure everyone was prepared for the evolving challenges they faced.
"Listen up," Anlace's voice carried a firm yet reassuring tone as she addressed the gathered platoon leaders. "These tunnels are throwing us some curveballs. Keep your formations tight, keep your eyes open, and if you encounter anything unusual or suspect, report back immediately."
The platoon leaders nodded in understanding, their faces resolute as they absorbed her instructions.
Captain Anlace sought out Lieutenant Tampico, leader of 3rd platoon. As they convened, their purpose was evident in their focused exchange.
"We'll need to adapt as we go," Anlace began, her gaze meeting Tampico's with determination. "Our Thestrals and Unicorns will work together as we explore the different tunnels. Let's discuss our approach options based on the terrain."
Tampico nodded, his expression focused. "Agreed. Thestrals for agility in tight spaces, Unicorns for illumination and support. We can cover more ground that way."
Anlace's smile was brief but meaningful. "Agreed. Keep communication open between the teams. If one faces challenges or makes significant discoveries, coordination will be essential."
Their plan solidified, a testament to Nyxstar Company's unity and adaptability. With their combined skills, they were poised to navigate the labyrinthine tunnels and uncover the mysteries that lay ahead.
In the distance the silhouette of a towering Hogar fortress stood ablaze against the horizon. The fiery glow cast ominous shadows that danced across the surrounding land, as smoke billowed into the cavernous warrens and drifted along the upper reaches, adding to the foreboding atmosphere. Shouts of the Pig Men warriors and the thunderous roar of bolter fire echoed through the rocky channels, their sounds reverberating along the ancient stone highway. The very earth seemed to quiver beneath their hooves, reminding the Sisters of the intense battle that raged beyond their current location.
Their advance went without incident as their path wound and eventually straightened, when suddenly, Ismene halted them with a hand gesture. She waved Ardelean forward to speak with her.
Ardelean was able to see it immediately. Seraphim jump-boosting along the skyline, their forms silhouetted against flames that engulfed the fortress. They rose along the twilight created by the smoke pillars and dove into the battle, following explosions and bolter-fire.
"Look Alicia, Seraphim! They soar into the heart of the fighting. We must reach them as soon as we are able." Ismene stood following Ardelean.
"They certainly don't lack any courage, I am glad to see they were relocated to this place as well."
"We must push forward and join them, our path lies ahead," their scout began moving away as Ardelean kept pace.
"At once," She agreed. "Sisters, advance!" She gave the command and her team followed smoothly.
Ardelean had established a staggered file formation, with Lucreti and Ismene ahead of her and Aurelia, Serrano and Valeria behind. She flexed her hand up in a star shape and her sisters spread along the path as they approached the foreboding stone bastion. Within the slate warrens they found themselves on a winding stone highway, this ancient pathway was like a forgotten artery of the underground world, a road carved from the very rock itself.
The stone highway stretched ahead, its surface worn smooth by countless years of use. It was wide enough to accommodate the Hogar troops and their Human cattle who would move along it, a testament to the sheer size of the convoys which would flow through regularly. The stone underfoot was cool and slightly damp, unlike their dry and rocky surroundings. Bioluminescent lichen gripped the sides of the pathway, providing eerie, bluish illumination that casted lengthy shifting shadows.
The highway wound through the rocky terrain, curving around ancient stone formations and disappearing into the dark recesses of the hilly valley. The air was thick with the musty scent of age and dampness, mixing unnaturally with the smoke from the fortress fires. Ardelean could feel the history here, of countless beings that had come before them, who had used this very path, leaving behind an indelible mark on the subterranean world. She couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as they moved closer to the looming bastion in the distance, where fierce and intense fighting appeared to continue with no end in sight.
After close to an hour's march, they had at last arrived. The fortress, much like the highway that led to it, was carved from the very rock of the surrounding valley, ancient and imposing. Its exterior was a dark, rough-hewn stone that bore the marks of centuries, with deep cracks and moss-covered patches. Massive stone walls stretched high, their contours appeared jagged and somehow prehistoric. The entrance was a massive stone arch, weathered and worn, with an eerie aura of long-forgotten history. The architecture hinted at a distant, stone age civilization, with symbols and carvings that were indecipherable.
To either side of this entrance existed a series of stone structures with defensible walls and short ramparts that formed a makeshift barricade. These structures were dotted with Pig Men guards, their stout figures clustered and prepared for the approaching Sisters Sororitas.
The scent of tension and challenge was thick in the air as the Pig Men, clad in mismatched and battle-worn armour, grasped an assortment of weapons. Their porcine features lifted in snarls of challenge, daring the Sisters to attack as they awaited them with grim expressions.
Ardelean took a steadying breath and began issuing instructions for their assault. The area was fairly flat and offered few strategic advantages. There was a hut and some fencing - likely slave storage - on the right, in line with the far-most wall on that side. Opposite that the terrain rose and fell slightly, and led into a hill that seemed to almost sleep against the ramparts on the left side. Ahead was the main archway, leading to a tunnel through which was a stone courtyard and small structures akin to barracks or perhaps storehouses.
They'd been spotted and Hogar skirmishers approached them about 100 metres away.
"Ismene, Aurelia, right flank, loop around and check that hut. Release any slaves if you should come across them, and then push toward the gate.
"Valeria, Serrano, take that hill and draw them away from the gate. We'll all converge on the entrance when we are able."
That would leave Lucreti and she to advance together right up the middle. She didn't need to say it out loud, her girls knew what they were doing. Following a round of acknowledgements, the women moved as instructed.
Lucreti and Ardelean spread about 10 metres apart and flushed forward quickly. The pig men squealed and snarled in their devilish tongues, one larger of them pointing at her girls on the flanks. Several Hogar moved away to engage them.
Confronted by a dozen foes clad in a motley assortment of armour made from leather strips, adorned with gold and bones, and wielding pike lances, Ardelean took a knee to fire and her aim was true.
She cut them down in a burst of bolter fire. The large calibre, gyro-stabilised rounds exploded on impact, blasting them limb from limb or opening gaping wounds as large as pickle jars.
Those who had been sent to ward off Ardeleans flanking units had met similar ends. There was a large crunch sound and a slight whistle - on instinct both she and Lucreti threw themselves to the ground in a roll that had them spring into a dead sprint. There was a type of fixed crew-served crossbow at the top of the arch, the bolt it had fired was what they had heard. The sisters moved in unison, arriving at the gatehouse as two dozen more pigmen flooded through.
They took a side each and fired into the groups as fast as possible, pausing to reload. The pig-like troops fell in piles, and as they did, their brethren shoved them aside without care or concern and the dead soon lined the edges of the archway which was perhaps 15 metres deep. The flood of pork halted suddenly, with squeals and shrieks coming from within the fortress.
Ardelean seized a moment to hurl a high-explosive grenade toward the wall, where the crossbow lay. Causing a porcine biped to be flung over in a blast of mortar and splinters. Ismene appeared at her side and she regarded her, the woman had crimson blood coating her almost from helmet to bootheel. Even with the helmet the askew tilt she held her head with spoke volumes: by the emperor, do not ask.
Aurelia wasn't far behind, and opposite the archway where Lucreti checked her surroundings - Serrano and Valeria appeared - flashing a signal that told her they were ready to proceed.
Ardelean moved into the arch and she sensed her sisters following in her footsteps. Together, they entered a courtyard filled with weathered bricks and dark, towering pillars. It was devoid of movement or enemy presence.
The courtyard expanded into numerous cobbled streets and passages. Along one side, iron cages dangled from chain pulleys above the brickwork. Ardelean's heart sank as she spotted small human forms inside the cages – children.
"Serrano, cut them down," Ardelean ordered promptly.
"I'm on it," Serrano replied, gingerly stepping over to the cages and attempting to lower them.
Ismene quickly found a pale of water and began scrubbing some of the gore from her power armour. Meanwhile, Aurelia, Valeria, and Lucreti checked the ground-level archways leading to the rooms scattered throughout the courtyard. Not far from their position, bursts of bolter fire echoed along the stone corridors, punctuated by the cries of the pig men.
The iron cages were lowered to the ground in light thuds. They were grey and boxy, with a few slits to see within. Serrano quickly opened them, and the malnourished and dirtied kids that spilled out tugged at Ardelean's heartstrings.
There were several kids, they huddled near Serrano - not fearing her armoured appearance.
The nearby fighting, which seemed to be getting closer, or perhaps escalating in its scale, raged on with a symphony of war. A cacophony of bolter fire, explosions, Hogar shouts, and the sweeping hum of Seraphim jump jets.
Ardelean gave a firm order, "Ismene, take the children back to Palatine Valenwood in the village and wait for us there. We will link up with the Seraphim and Sororitas inside the bastion and follow you shortly."
"Very well, sister. May the emperor keep you safe."
Ismene moved for the pile of kids as Serrano swapped positions with her to join Aurelia, Valeria and Lucreti by the main passage that led deeper into the fortress.
Ardelean led the way and together they moved up the path. Navigating twists and turns, checking every dark corner, roof edge and window frame for hostile movement.
The cramped fortress passages suddenly opened into a wider area paved with black brick and stone. It was littered with the bodies of fallen Hogar and small pockets of armoured Adeptas Sororitas. These Sisters stood resolute against waves of aggressive Pig Men, who came in relentless surges, attempting to dislodge the defenders. Overhead the Seraphim weaved among the skeletal winged mounts of the Hogar, both sides engaged in a chaotic aerial dance. The enemy's numbers seemed infinite.
Ardelean turned to her team, "this is our exit! Valeria, Lucreti - hold this position. Serrano, Aurelia, with me. We'll direct our forces this way and escape this godless chaos."
Their tasks now established, they split up. As they approached a group of Sororitas who were dug in at the base of a guard tower, they engaged multiple Hogar without pause.
Above them a pitched air battle cracked the very air with the sound of jump packs, bolter fire and the roars from the Hogar mounts.
The Sororitas permitted Ardelean and her entourage through their perimeter. A wall inside the tower disclosed several wounded being tended to by a pair of Orders Hospitallers. They were an order of non-militant Sororitas who were dedicated to healing the sick and infirm.
Their armour was adorned with cloth bases- like a skirt - with a breather mask and veil in place of the standard Adepta Sororitas helmet. Their gauntlets contained small robotic surgical implements, which they used to repair the damage that had managed to pierce the few weak spots in the wounded Sororitas armour.
There was a Seraphim Legatine who appeared out of one of the two stairwells. She was resplendent with jet black hair, golden eyes and the Fleur de Lis tattooed on her neck. Her armour had intricate patterns in silver along the shins and forearm gauntlets. One of her Junp jet wings appeared damaged.
"Legatine," Ardelean began, but was interrupted by a hand.
"Sophia Tysaynn," she identified, "I sense great urgency in you, what news do you bring?"
"Cannoness Von Kluge awaits us at an old guard tower about ten kilometres from here in one of the valleys. I am tasked with locating our stranded sisters and guiding them back to her."
The Seraphim snorted, "so you are - although it will not be long before this fortress falls under our control. It would provide a much greater defensive position than a single tower, would you not agree?"
"I would," Ardelean allowed.
"Good, our Vox Communication is untenable. I ask that you return to Von Kluge and relay my request that she relocate to this bastion. By the time you return it will be fully in our hands."
Ardelean thought for a moment. "I will return as quickly as possible."
She had lead Aurelia and Serrano back through the passageway, taking Valeria and Lucreti on their way. As they reached the gatehouse, they paused for a moment. Just as the disabled Seraphim had foretold - the battle appeared to be quietening.
It was only now that, despite the emptiness of before - with the absence of the Hogar defenders - many Human slaves had fled into the surrounding structures. They had nowventired it of hiding to peer warily at the gathered Adeptas Sororitas.
"Serrano, Aurelia, hold the gateway. And get these slaves to work - they can move the bodies outside."
"Yes, sister," Serrano said.
"Lucreti, Valeria - with me, we'll be back in short order."
As they departed she could here Aurelia gently persuading the freed slaves to assist them.
