Scarecrow: The story of a hero.

A lone figure sat among the several, monstrously large apple orchards, perched high on one of the taller branches. The figure was small, and definitely equine. As it sat, high among the dew soaked, morning grass, it held a yellow tinted paper, with large words sloppily scratched onto its face.

"Meet me in the orchards, on the morning of Friday" The young voice read aloud, a slight rasp clinging to her words, as well as the slight muffle of the mask she wore over her dark grey skin. It was chilly morning, perfect for her attire of a black hoodie that disguised the rest of her face, or at least the parts that weren't covered by the gas mask. The mask itself was the flat grey that most plastics would bear, with four vocal slits on its face. Its filtration ducts, the cylinders that branched off the mask in a diagonal angle, to the left and right of her muzzle that lie behind the mask. Above the mask were her eyes, which were a pure black, with neon green slits for irises, which closely resembled that of a cat's. The figure looked from left to right, the rest of her face hidden behind the hood, then back to the paper she held in hoof. "Well, whoever "You" are, you have the worst timing.."

Suddenly, the air began to fill with sound. The sound was a roar, a mechanical one at that, which grew louder and louder as it approached. The sound was constant, as well, with no possible sign of letting up any time soon. She turned to face the sound, but before she could even register the thought of what it was, the source of the sound ripped past her, following its source as it traveled at mach speeds. The sound came from two jet engines it seemed, racing past at full speed. She looked in the direction it was heading, watching the object, which was white in color, pull up into the sky, with a trail of white smoke marking its trail. The object began to loop overhead of her, before barreling towards the ground. In a split second, she dove out of the tree to take cover behind it, just as the object landed hard, and a wave of dust, wind, and apples flew in all directions. After a few seconds of waiting, the masked figure looked from behind the tree, to witness something strange.

There, in the crater that it had created, was a white and grey, robotic mare. Its eyes were black, with large red circles as its artificial irises. Its body was made up of panels and robotic framing, as well as wires and chain mail. Its mane was made up of pure electronic light, in an electric and neon blue, in a very familiar shape that was pushed to one side. The masked figure stared, as suddenly, two large machine guns folded and shifted onto the robotic mare's back, a laser appearing from the mare's right eye. Wherever it looked, the guns turned to point. The mare stepped out of the crater, the robotic joints whirring with every move as it looked left and right, searching for any sign of life. Suddenly, to filly's surprise, it spoke.

"Okay, bank bandit...where are you..." The tone held a content, determined t one. Something that robots we not capable of, not that she knew of. Moving slightly closer, away from the trees, she tilted her head. Of course, this was in vain as the electronic mare looking to her, guns pointing and ready to fire. Thinking quickly, the "Bank Bandit" jumped high, a puff of black smoke trailing behind as she angled down and zipped at the mare with a powerful kick. The mare, however, was ready as a powerful pulse of heavy, low bass slammed her back into a tree. The tree splintered and snapped as the filly was knocked hard into it's trunk. She winced, but leaped from the tree and into the air. Suddenly, however, with a spin and a thrust from her front hooves, a powerful wave of the dark smoke energy slammed into the bot, knocking it back. She landed and began to swing her hooves into the robotic mare, without hesitation. It hurt when her hooves hit the solid metal, as well as her knees and her back. Suddenly, the bot regained its stance and reared up, landing a hard buck to the filly's face and jaw, sending her back once again. This time, however, she flipped back and landed on her hooves, sliding back from the momentum. The robotic mare charged without warning, tackling the filly against the tree, pinning her by her front hooves against the splintered tree. The guns moved to her sides, pointing at her head as the laser pointed its red beam right onto her forehead. Hours seem to go by as the laser held its position. She was pinned, and couldn't do anything.

Suddenly, the robotic mare was thrown back by something, slamming into a tree opposite to the filly. It soon became apparent that the robot mare had been restrained by a set of thin ropes, connected to thee arrows. The filly saw the opportunity and dove for the robot mare, before, with a loud thud and a crunch, she found her legs encased within a thick column of cement.  She struggled and pulled, only for the encasement to tighten around her hooves. Soon enough, two figures drop before them, both mares. The first was a minty green mare, with a white and green mane. She wore a black vest, with small pockets on her sides, filled with three arrows each, packed tight. The filly knew her around town as Lyra, the local lyre player. The other was a pegasus mare that would be a crime not to know, with her classic yellow mane and grey body. However, she looked different. Her right eye was covered in a black patch, and she wore a black overcoat. Lyra spoke, looking to the pinned down mare.

"Vinyl, what in the HELL has gotten into that thick skull of yours!? Last I fucking checked, an introduction doesn't include pointing a fifty caliber weapon at them!" She shouted as she took hold of the three arrows, pulling them from the tree one by one. After doing so, she turned to the stone encased filly. "We're sorry about our accomplice here. She's a bit...reckless, as i should say."

She gives the now free robotic mare a menacing glare, before looking back to the filly. "So, You have a name, kid?"

The filly remains silent, but sighs. "I don't think i should say. After all, I don't really know you"

"Hmm, understandable." She chuckles to herself, as the stone collapsed, freeing the filly. "Well, you know me as Lyra, right? And my friends here are Derpy Hooves and Vinyl Scratch. So...now that we've spoken up, why don't you?"

The filly sighs and lifts a hoof, grabbing and pulling off the mask, letting it fall to the ground as her coat returned to its normal orange hue, and her mane to its brilliant purple. "Alright, fine. My name is Scootaloo..."