P.M.D.

by zelkova48

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Luna, Original Character, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Tragedy, Twilight Sparkle, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 8614

What is your existence worth when you are nothing more than a tool for survival? A loyal being that has been bred to destroy and protect at a moments notice. A few ponies in particular understand this feeling all too well and aren't happy about

The Elements of Harmony; quite easily the single most mysterious, and powerful artifact in existence, but they are not without their own flaws. Despite its abilities to bring down villainous foes with ease, they have a fail safe that renders it completely useless unless all six bearers are present, but more importantly, alive and focused. Should one wielder pass away or fail to become in tune with their respective elements, evil shall waste no time in grasping this opportunity to try and conquer Equestria while it is vulnerable.

To combat this vulnerability, the three princesses of Equestria established the P.M.D. program; The Paramilitary Defence program. A separate division of the royal guards devoted completely to the defense of the nation should the elements and their bearers become compromised. However, all information regarding the program is on a strict need to know basis. Other than the princesses, only scientist and important individuals know of what goes on in the program.

Just what exactly is it that they do to the members of the program for everyone, royalty included, to stay hushed about everything?

Published 2013-08-25 13:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-29 09:53:28 UTC

Prologue: Omega Uprising

A loud emergency siren rang out noisily through a dark underground compound. The lights in the mysterious compound flickered sporadically and died out, only to be quickly replaced with red lights that spun around psychotically in the darkened hallways. As of now, everything was akin to looking very much like the blazing underworld of Tartarus; for a terrible monster had just been freed from its prison.

Personnel and staff members of the compound all fled the premises in a frenzied panic. The only ones who had remained were large group of guardspony that have been specially trained to handle this delicate situation. They were all wearing standard guard armor that had significant modifications to it designed to combat more unique threats. Only this specific division of the royal guards had access to this equipment.

The group of around twenty to thirty guards formed up together around the foyer of the complex, each wearing a stoic face and a fearsome scowl as they all waited for their superior to show up. Eventually, three individuals entered the room; two wore a neutral expression that spelled displeasure, only one had a look of doubt on his face. As they walked in, all of the guards respectfully saluted them as they stood before them.

“At ease boys, no need for formalities here” one of the three stallions, a silver pegasus guard, spoke out “The name’s Steel Wing, our mission is to try to stop whatever that thing is down there from getting to the surface. Is that clear?” he asked. All of the guards nodded in acknowledgement of their superior officer.

“Alright, we’re on the same page then” Steel Wing pointed over to the two beside him “The one in the black vest with the gas mask is chief security officer Cleaner. The stuffy looking one over there with spectacles and pocket protector is the head honcho of this place, his name’s Beaker”

“Yes, yes, that’s all well and good” Beaker, a grayish unicorn with a brown mane in a lab coat, spoke out “But introductions aren’t important right now. I’ll be brief, an experiment paramount to the survival of our fair nation has been set loose and is on a rampage on the lower levels below us. I want you to contain it, not kill it, is that clear?” everyone nodded again “Good, anything else that you want to add, mister Cleaner?”

The doubtful security officer shook his head. Cleaner sighed and turned to face his peers, he had something heart wrenching on his mind as evident by the look on his face.

“Just... be gentle when you’re trying to contain her” Cleaner said, his voice heavy with sorrow.

“Gentle? What are you mad or something?” Steel Wing spoke out “This thing is murdering innocent ponies down there, and you’re worried for it? Get with it chief, we’ll do whatever it to stop that thing from escaping here”

“Yes, and please, mister Cleaner. Don’t refer to it as a her. That thing is property of this facility and will be addressed as so, are we clear?” Beaker replied coldly “Now, get in position. I’ll radio the lower levels to see how the others are handling the situation down there” Beaker walk towards the receptionist table and reached for a nearby radio.

“Hello, hello? Someone, please respond” the radio only gave out static “H-hello, is anyone down there? P-please respond...”

Silence

Beads of sweat began to form around everyone’s neck. The resolve of some of the guards began to waver as they swallowed a large lump in their throat. More radio static was emitted from the radio, the nerves of the guards began to turn to jelly. Finally, after what felt like hours, a response came, but not in the way that they expected.

*BZZT*

“HELLO! IS ANY- *BZZT* THERE!” a desperate voice screamed out from the radio “THIS IS HOOF BREAKER! MY SQUAD HAD *BZZT* WIPED OUT!” he cried out in despair. Beaker quickly reached for the radio and and responded as fast as he could.

“Hello? Hoof Breaker? Are you there? This is lead scientist, Beaker. What is your status?” he inquired.

“S-sir?” Hoof Breaker calmed down “S-sir, I-I’m on level four of *BZZT* facility...”

“You’re directly two levels below us. Now tell me, what in the name of Celestia happened down there?”

“S-someone sabotaged the *BZZT* -tainment zone. Project Omega escaped. We tried to restrain it but *BZZT* too strong. It’s on a rampage, trying to make its way to the surface”

“Is anyone else alive? What about the scientist, did any survive, did they make it out?”

“...”

“Hoof Breaker?”

“Dead...”

“Excuse me?”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time!? They’re dead, every single last one of them! It murdered each *BZZT* every single one of them. I think a part of some scientist is stuck to me when Omega tore him to shreds... ugh, it’s an eyeball...”

“What about the other guards!? We sent at least six whole battalions down there to handle the situation! We equipped every last single one of them with powerful gadgets that were meant specifically to stop Project Omega! Are you meaning to tell me that she killed them all too!?”

“Omega is still *BZZT* -vel six. I managed to escape after encountering Omega on level ten. The other guards are *BZZT* -ying to stay alive now. Sir, I suggest we blow this place sky high. We can’t risk Omega to reach the surface”

“Unacceptable. Project Omega is the sole property of this facility and we cannot risk destroying five years worth of work simply because you failed to do your job!”

“...with all due respect sir, you’re an idiot”

“What!?”

“This thing you’ve created doesn’t want to be put back in its cage. I don’t know about you but... *CLICK* I’m going to protect Equestria, even if it *BZZT* -eans destroying a trillion bit investment in the process of escaping this pit. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to try and find an elevator so I can see daylight again”

“Wait! What was that clicking sound!? What did you do!?”

“... I’m was in the armory. I’ve armed every single explosive in this pit and rigged them all to blow up within the hour. By then, I’ll be out, and that thing down there will be nothing more than a black spot in the largest crater that Equestria has ever seen”

“You.. you! Do you have any idea what you’ve just done! Turn off all of those explosives now! This is non negotiable! These are direct orders from the princess herself! We. Need. Omega. ALIVE! DO YOU HEAR ME! I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME!”

“...well you can tell the princess that she can borrow my shovel to dig up the remains of that blasted thing when all is said and done. I don’t care if I sent to prison for this, at least I’ll still be alive and not become a damned pincushion just like the rest of the unlucky blokes down here...”

“Hoof Breaker, don’t you dare talk like that to the princess! Don’t you da-

“ *DING* well, lookie there. My ride is here, If you’re smart then I’ll see you all on the surface. Trust me, you’ll thank me lat- *SCREECH* ...what... no... NO! NOOOO! P-PLEASE! LET ME LIVE! I BEG OF YOU”

“Hoof Breaker? What’s going on? Is that Omega!?”

“NO! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK! STAY BACK! AAAAAAAAAAAH *CLANG* .... ack... ack! *CRACK* *THUD* “

“...” Beaker was speechless as he dropped the radio out of sheer, abject terror. The look on his face was a mix of horror and hopeless despair. He looked as if he was about to bawl his eyes out as his face scrunched up together into a tight ball. The whole room was silent, just like the radio. No one said a word as to break the heavy silence that loomed over the room.

“What do we do now!?” a guard yelled out, his breathing became erratic as he soon began to hyperventilate like there was no tomorrow “We have to get out of here! That crazy bastard rigged the place to blow and that Omega thing is on the loose!”

“That’s a negative, private!” Steel Wing shouted “We’re here to stop that thing, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do! Once we capture Project Omega, we can still evacuate the premises before this place turns into a hole in the ground with our objective in tow. Now all we have to do is finish the jo-”

*CLANG*

*DING*

“ *GULP* w-what was t-that?” a guard fearfully asked.

“I... I think t-that was the elevator...” Beaker shakily replied.

*DING*

“...Beaker?” Steel Wing asked “How many levels was Project Omega below again?”

“...S-six...”

“But wasn’t the elevator on level fou-”

*DING*

“EVERYONE GET INTO POSITIONS, NOW!” Steel Wing shouted at the top of his lung before every guard instinctively snapped into position at the drop of a hat. It was only until a dreadful silence grasped the room that every guard finally made clear sense of the situation. They were about to confront a rampant experimental beast that would tear them limb from limb in a mere matter of seconds before they could contain it.

This was a guaranteed death sentence for everyone in the room, no doubt, so long as things don’t get out of control. Each guard swallowed a large lump in their throats as they brought forth their special stun spears, a unique weapon that was an augmented spear that can send forth thousands of volts of electricity in a wide area before them to subdue their intended target. But even if the stun spear was designed to subdue Project Omega, no one really felt safe even with the weapon in hoof.

Regardless, everyone’s strict and immediate attention was locked towards the lone elevator dock that was down the hall. The flashing red lights and siren only served to act as reminder of what was going to happen soon. Sparks began to light up at the ends of each guard’s spears until it glowed bright white and emitted a low hum to accompany the flowing electricity that surrounded the pointed tips of each spear.

They waited, and waited, never did they take their eyes off of the elevator door for even a second. They cautiously awaited for even the smallest and insignificant of events to happen, although they still haven’t forgotten about the armed explosives miles below their hoof. Survival was not a matter of chance, merely a matter of choice. Duty, or death.

As time dragged on, the heartbeat of each individual increased beyond the point of normalcy. Even Steel Wing, whose face betrayed his own inward emotions, failed to control the fear induced shaking of his legs. Strangely, the only one who kept his cool throughout this whole ordeal was none other than Cleaner himself.

“How on Equestria are you able to stay so calm!?” Beaker asked from behind the receptionist desk.

“Because I know what’s going to happen next” Cleaner sternly replied as he tugged on his knife and placed his gas mask on.

“What are you talking abou-”

*DING*

The final chime of the elevator signaled two things; the arrival of a horrible monster, and the inevitable deaths of all those foolish enough to confront it. All stun spears were brought up to maximum charge and aimed directly for ebon abyss that was past the elevator door. Light taps echoed throughout the hallway, resonating on the walls for all to hear. Eventually, something stepped, or more appropriately, shambled from out of the shadow.

It’s form was that of a pony, a stallion to be precise, but the faint silhouette depicted some kind of pole and various syringes protruding from various parts of his body. The silhouette stood silently in the elevator, swinging side to side aimlessly before crumbling to the ground. As he fell out of the shadow of the doorway, it was clear to the guards that whoever that was wasn’t Project Omega.

Surprisingly, the stallion in question was identified as the late Hoof Breaker, who was merely a ravaged shell of his former self. There were several lead pipes that his been impaled directly into his neck and abdomen area. Various medical syringes and scalpels found their way into his skull and brain matter with surgical precision. To top it all off, his head and neck had been snapped a full one eighty, with the pipes in his neck dripping with vital fluids like a leaky faucet.

How he was still stubbornly clinging to life was a miracle, only for his last breath to be breathed soon afterwards. Panic set in almost instantly for the guards as some of them found themselves disgracefully abandoning their post and fleeing for their very lives, but to no avail when they discovered that every door on the level was sealed off to prevent Project Omega’s escape. Steel Wing, who had been shaking like a tree caught in a hurricane, lost control of his own bladder and pissed all over himself.

He struggled to maintain whatever ounce of bravery that he had left in his being. Although every part of him wanted to turn tail and run like a coward, his innate sense of service to his princess stopped him from doing so. Whether or not that that was particularly the smartest thing to do now that he was trapped in a sealed off room with some loose experiment was entirely up for debate.

Without warning, a loud eardrum rupturing scream was let loose by some unknown force, shattering every red light in the room and plunging the entire level into grim darkness. Everyone raised their hooves to cover their ears from the unbearable screech, but found no relief in the slightest. The scream did not enter through the ear, but through the mind. They were slowly being driven mad in perhaps the most painful way possible.

“W-where is that coming from!” Beaker cried as he writhed on the floor in pain “T-this... this is Omega’s doing! S-shoot now! SHOOT!” he ordered.

“You... you heard the boss! Fire directly at the elevator! Full charge!” Steel Wing commanded despite his skull crushing migraine. Each guard did what they were told and reluctantly discharged a volley of electricity that lit up the darkness with a seizure inducing display of light.

In the midst of the reckless shooting, Beaker struggled to stand up straight and became completely aghast when he saw that Cleaner was completely unaffected by the mind scream.

“How are you able to...” Beaker couldn’t finish before he found Cleaner's knife stuck into his throat. He could do nothing when the knife was pull from out of his neck as he choked and gagged upon his own blood and spit. Steel Wing immediately took notice to this treachery and turn around immediately, pointing his stun spear right at Cleaner.

“Cleaner! What on Equestria are you doing!?” Steel Wing questioned.

“Something that I should’ve done a long time ago!” Cleaner shouted as he charged at Steel Wing. Steel Wing attempted to get a shot off with his stun spear, but the screaming in his head caused him to stumble back and forth where he was open to attack. Cleaner took this opportunity and crushed his jaw with a powerful uppercut, followed up by a restraining headlock that pressed him against the floor.

“Grr.... Cleaner! You are a traitor to the crown for unleashing armageddon upon Equestria! I hope you rot in the dungeon for this!” Steel Wing roared defiantly as he struggled to escape the headlock.

“No, I’m not the traitor here...” Cleaner retorted from behind his emotionless gas mask “The princess is, for betraying the loyalty and trust of her own subjects, and for having a personal hoof in letting the creation of tragedies like Omega exist”

“Scum! You soil her name with your baseless accusations! What do you hope to gain by letting this abomination run loose! Power!? Control!? Anarchy!? Is that what you hope to achieve!? Well? Tell me!”

“...Freedom” Cleaner simply replied before snapping Steel Wings neck like a twig. He then turned his attention to the battle at hoof.

Guards were being picked up and thrown around like rag dolls in the grasp of some omnipotent puppeteer. The overwhelming power that was shown by Project Omega was terrifying to behold, as the whole group of guards had been thrown back by a powerful shockwave that ended up breaking more bones than it did willpower.

One unlucky guard found himself caught in the invisible grab and was being strangled to death. When the guard finally died, his body was brutally repurposed by having his corpse condensed into a ball and shot out like a bullet towards the stunned guards. As the corpse collided with the guards, they all found themselves crushed, dying with either a broken neck, or severe blood loss.

In the entire span of only a few minutes, an entire group of guards was destroyed by one individual. Cleaner wiped away all the blood that was splattered onto his mask by the result of Project Omega’s violent uprising. As all the red was wiped away, a lone figure approached him in the midst of all the carnage. Project Omega floated forth and revealed herself in the dimly lit hallway.

Project Omega was none other than an average looking earth pony mare, no older than seventeen years old. She was incredibly young, barely even an adult yet. Her coat was red as a rose, but there was not a drop of blood upon her. Her straight mane, long tail, and round eyes was about as black as the abyss that she rose from. The left side of her head had some sort of implant attached to it, possibly stemming all the way to her brain as well.

But perhaps the most tragic aspect of her aesthetic was her cutie mark. No longer was it an image meant to represent her unique talents, but instead, it was a symbol of her oppression. Her own cutie mark had been branded over with Ω, scarring her for life and making her nothing more than property, rather than a pony.

Omega glanced over at the carnage that she ensued, her face flared with a mix of emotion ranging from that of anger, to apathy, remorse and sorrow. Her expression lightened to that of hope as Cleaner rushed up to her to comfort her. He removed his mask, a small smile formed on his face as he calms the wild child. Omega returned the hug before tears streamed down her cheek.

“You had me scared for a moment there, kid” Cleaner said as he pulled away from Omega “I thought you’d bought it down there, but it turns out you’re stronger than you look” Cleaner’s expression turned sad “Look, kid. I’m sorry about what you had to do to get here. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to help you when I should’ve, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. Let’s leave this place, once and for all”

Omega opened her mouth to reply, only to have the words stuck in her throat. She only gently smiled and nodded to him and began to follow him as he motioned for her to move. The two ran, or in Omega’s case, floated towards the exit with haste.

“Come on kid, move! The guy that you plugged in the elevator rigged the whole armory to blow up, we have to get out!” Cleaner shouted as he reached the door that separated them from level one. Cleaner fiddled with the door and cursed himself when he remembered that the doors were locked. Time was running short,

Omega tapped on his shoulder, causing him to turn around. Omega nodded to him, signifying that she wanted to try something. Cleaner acknowledged her and retreated behind her, awaiting whatever stunt that she was going to pull.

Omega raised both of her foreleg into the air and began to concentrate. The air around the two began to grow heavy all of a sudden. Omega then shot both of her forelegs out forward towards the door that was blocking them, causing the door to buckle and break. The door was around two feet of reinforced steel with magical enchantments that allowed it to withstand kinetic force, but one single push from Omega turned it concave.

Concentrating even further, Omega broke the entire door off from the very walls and building that it was firmly attached to and turned it into a sphere of junk. By sheer force of will alone, she shot off the ball, not unlike the guard, towards the ceiling and forcefully created her own exit of the facility. Everything that stood between Omega and sunlight was no match for a mighty wrecking ball rocketing up at terminal velocity.

Metal, wood, dirt, and anything else that was in the path of the ball was demolished, leaving behind an improvised way to the surface. Sunlight and the clear blue sky could be seen through the little hole, filling Omega with a sense of freedom that she had never been able to experience since her memory was wiped. Without missing a beat, Omega pulled on Cleaner and propelled both of them up into the air.

It was a breathtaking sight to behold as the two floated above what appeared to be a vast plain in the middle of western Equestria. Cleaner looked down from where he was, he must’ve been up in the air for about sixty feet, give or take, and was overlooking where the facility was suppose to be.

It was a deceptive cover. The entire facility was into the ground, and was made to look a nothing more than a inconspicuous hillside. But judging from the hole that Omega produced, we know now that that was not true in the slightest. Omega gently brought both of them down, making sure to stay a safe distance away from the facility before it blew up.

The two sat down together by the edge of a forest to catch their breaths. Cleaner was absolutely exhausted from everything that had happened in the last hour. Omega was quite the opposite. Physically, she was fine, mentally, she was having a little headache. Nothing too serious, but annoying nonetheless.

“Are you alright, kid?” Cleaner asked as he tried to wipe off dried blood from his person.

Omega nodded in return. She wasn’t sure how to respond, but she was glad to be free from her prison. She stared off into the distance, waiting attentively for the big boom to happen. Cleaner followed suit and turned to face the large hill in the center of the large plain. Before long, a violent earthquake shook the ground, scaring some of the forest animals and leaving Cleaner shakened.

A loud, audible boom could be miles below the surface, followed by the collapse of the hillside. Like a portal to the underworld, the hill crumbled into the abyss and a torrent of fire spewed out from the maw of its remains. Before long, the accursed facility was no more, merely dust in the wind, and a stain on Cleaner’s and Omega’s memories. It was almost therapeutic, seeing the facility go up in flames. It was another secret extinguished from the world.

The two laid down after witnessing the spectacular display before them, contemplating about what they had just done. They know that ponies will look for them, they’re practically terrorist at this point. But there was no going back now. The fire has been lit, and now it’s time to fan the flames.

But for the time being, they can breath easy. Even if it is just for a little while...

* * *

Canterlot, the next day

Princess Celestia was in her office, sipping on her favorite tea as she rummaged through a pile of important documents that desperately needed her attention. She levitated her reading glasses over and began to skim through a new bill that had been issued by her fellow ruler and former student, Twilight Sparkle. It was an interesting read, something about trying to improve the awareness of the P.M.D. program.

According to the bill, Twilight intended to try and get more ponies to volunteer for the P.M.D. program. It was for a noble cause, one that she would expect no less from one whom she has personally taught and considered as a daughter to her. So it seemed only reasonable what she would do next.

She denied the bill entirely.

With that out of the way, she turn to attention back to more important matters, such as handling foreign affairs and treaties that was riddled with political jargon. But before she could engage in her work, a light knock on her door cause her to look up.

It was none other than her own sister, Princess Luna, who walked into the room. From the look on her face however, she was serious about something. Celestia raised a single eyebrow at Luna, normally she wasn’t this serious unless it involved the safety of the nation. To her dismay, she was entirely right about that assumption.

“Sister, we have a problem” said Luna.

“Really now? Tell me, what is it?” Celestia replied with a stern look on her face.

“It’s about the distress call that we received yesterday”

“I assume that the problem has been dealt with, sister? This has happened before. One attempts to breaks out every so often but we always manage to fix these things before it becomes a problem. Just give me the reports and we can be past this silly little matter” Celestia waved it off like nothing had happened at all, but Luna was insistent on the matter.

“Sister, Project Omega has escaped, and the facility had been destroyed. Ponies are starting question just what happened in the woods west of here”

Though she didn’t show it, Celestia frowned on the inside, followed by having one of the blood vessels in her brain come close to popping. She took off her reading glasses and rubbed her temples to alleviate a migraine that she could feel hang right over her head. She rose up after calming down from hearing the bad news, and spoke.

“I want you to dispatch your guards. I want Project Omega found and contained”

1: Uprising Aftermath

1: Uprising Aftermath

Princess Twilight Sparkle frantically galloped down the hallway towards the royal court with such incredible speed that it appeared as though she was practically gliding atop of the marble flooring. She was a hurry, her position as princess demanded that she’d not be late for an important meeting that regarded the recent catastrophe that rocked the wide forest expanses of western Equestria.

As she continued to sprint down the hallway, the large ornamented double doors that lead to the royal court slowly came into view. With her goal in sight, her gallop quickly shifted into a calm and steady trot. When she finally approached the door, she came to a stop and briefly checked herself to see if she was presentable or not. Image is everything when it comes to ruling a nation, so to speak.

She did a few quick stretches to make sure that she was limber enough to withstand the next few hours of sitting and discussing. She brushed her mane with her hoove, straightening any stray strands of hair that was even a smidgen out of place. She did breathing exercises to calm her nerves, slowing inhaling and exhaling with a rhythmic cadence that would make even the most staunchest musical conductor clap with praise.

Finally, after what felt like hours to her, Twilight rose her head up high to display her regal side, and firmly pushed the door open. The double doors creaked audibly as they slowly swung open to reveal the entirety of the meeting.

Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were already upon their throne, and had appeared to be locked in a discussion of sorts amongst themselves. The various bureaucrats, politicians, military officials and representatives of important organizations that were also present were simply chatting amongst themselves. The room was loud and unapologetically noisy, that was, until they all finally took notice to Twilight. In the blink of an eye, everyone zipped their lips and and went silent.

Without hesitation, Twilight stepped into the room. Slowly taking each calm and calculated steps with stride, she marched on towards her own respective throne with a kind of grace that can only come from years of practice. As she sat down, a hundred eyes were all turned to her, Celestia, and Luna in anticipation of the meeting.

Princess Celestia was the first to rise. As she stood up, she cleared her throat so that she can begin to speak freely without any rude interruptions.

“Ahem, ladies and gentlecolts. Thank you for joining us during such dire times. We are all here to discuss about the recent terrorist attack that has had the nation in a frenzy these past few days. I would like to start out by saying that I suspect this will not be the last that we will see of this devastation”

the crowd whispered and murmured loudly amongst themselves. From the tone of the voices, the public’s reception to this threat was everything but positive. It took all of Celestia, Luna, and Twilight’s political resources just to keep the masses at bay as they do not wish to have mass hysteria and widespread panic sweep across the land all because of one little incident.

Compare to everything else that has transpired in the past; Nightmare Moon, Discord, Queen Chrysalis, and even the wispy remnant of King Sombra himself wasn’t nearly intimidating enough to cause panic on such a scale.

Perhaps it was because this was not the work some kind of fairytale monster that was after misbehaving foals. This was assumed by all to be the work of the common pony, the very denizens that make up Equestria. Because of this context alone, it made the thought of the recent explosion all the more terrifying.

“Ahem, let us continue” said Celestia as she levitated on over a film projector. With a flip of a switch, the lights grew dim, and everyone turned their attention to the display on a canvas screen that was set up just for this. Luna then rose on up and walked over to the screen where she levitated on over a wooden pointer to herself.

“Hello, everypony. I’ll be quick with this so please, pay attention” The blank film flickered to reveal the image of a grizzled, middle aged stallion. He had a bleach bone colored coat with a mud brown tail and mane. He wore a black tactical vest and had a gas mask hanging around his neck. His cutie mark, if you could even call it that, was the image of an a red and white umbrella.

“This is chief security officer, Cleaner. He was originally stationed at a P.M.D. training facility where the crater it is now. My night guards have recovered evidence and intel that have all pointed to Cleaner destroying the facility. His motive is clear, to cause nothing but indiscriminate anarchy without regard for his fellow pony”

“Is that really his motive?” a mare asked “It seems too far fetched for one single pony to cause this much destruction alone”

“It won’t sound as far fetched when you learn that he does indeed have accomplices” the slide flickered to reveal an emblem that was a red star with a profile view of an anonymous pony with a knife in its mouth “Cleaner is the leader of Les Anarchistes. A group mainly comprised of powerful and brilliant ponies who, together, can bring our fair nation to ruin if left to their own devices”

“How did we not know about this group?” a representative spoke out “Are they really that dangerous?”

“Indeed, they are. They have managed to remain hidden in plain sight for quite some time now, and we have been none the wiser. That is why we have to ban together to put a stop to them immediately!” Luna boldly proclaimed with fire.

The crowd once again descended back into a state of serious discussion, only this time, the ponies in the court were visibly shaken and uneasy. Bits and pieces of the conversation could be made out by Princess Twilight, and some of the suggestion for dealing with the situation made her stomach perform an involuntary flip flop. She suppressed the urge to dry heave, only to have a great revelation in doing so.

“Why not send in the existing P.M.D. forces?” Twilight spoke out. Just as she did, however, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. She glanced over at her peers, they were all giving her strange looks. Even her co rulers were giving her the eye “What? All I’m saying is that if we want this Les Anarchistes group to be stopped, the P.M.D. would be perfect for the job” she defended.

“Princess Twilight, will all due respect, I’m afraid that is not possible” a military official spoke out.

“Really? And why is that? The P.M.D. may be a separate division of the royal guards but they are more than qualified in the search for terrorist ”

“That’s just it, the P.M.D. is too overqualified for this task. It would be a waste of resource if we were to send them out like this. Only threats that involve the nullification of the elements are acceptable to call upon the members of the P.M.D.”

“He’s right, Twilight” Princess Celestia joined in “The P.M.D. is the last line of defence that Equestria has against should you and your friends be defeated. There are many evils out there in the world, we can never be too careful in the protect of Equestria”

“Then, how about we call together a vote?” Twilight suggested “In my opinion, I believe that the P.M.D. should finally be put into action to combat against this threat. If we were to deploy them now, then we can leave this matter behind once and for all. I promise you all that it will take less than a week to expose and arrest these terrorist” she concluded “Now, all who approve?”

Twilight raised her hoof into the air as she stood up. The next few minutes were incredibly awkward for her as she noticed that no one had risen their hooves up. If anything, the indifferent and displeased look on their faces signify anything but enthusiasm for her idea. She let out a sigh and dropped back down to her seat.

“All who oppose?” she asked.

Like the waves of the ocean, every hoof in the crowd rose like a crashing tidal surge against her suggestion. It was unanimous. Her idea had been overruled. Twilight’s mood sank a little, she had expected her own subjects to be a bit more accepting to her ideas. But it seems that she had been pushing her luck. No matter. If it wasn’t meant to be, then it wasn’t meant to be.

“We’re sorry, Twilight” Luna chimed in as she placed her hoof upon Twilight’s shoulder “But you understand don’t you? The P.M.D. is a very valuable asset and serves as our final bastion in our darkest hour, should it ever come to that one day”

“I guess I do. But if everyone else thinks that it’s a bad idea to send out the P.M.D. then I’ll acknowledge their wish” Twilight replied as she felt her head grew heavy all of a sudden. The last time she checked she was wired, ready to tackle just about anything. But now, she felt like like her eyelids had iron weights attached to them.

“Twilight, what’s the matter?” Luna asked concernedly “You look a little pale, and your breathing is getting shallow. This meeting will take up the rest of the day. and given how hard you have been working these last few days to help us get here, you deserve some time off. Why not retire to your room for today?” Luna suggested.

“Some rest would be nice, I think I’ll take you up on that offer” Twilight let out an exasperated yawn “Eeyup, I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. Well, I guess I’m off to my room then. I hope you all find a proper solution to this plight” Twilight announced wearily as she exited the room.

Everyone politely bowed as their princess left the building and waited until she was gone for good. When the door closed, everyone in the room sighed heavily, like a great burden had been removed from their collective chest.

But there was none more than relieved than Celestia and Luna themselves...

* * *

Princess twilight Sparkle wearily hobbled back towards her own room in the depths of castle Canterlot. It wasn’t a very long trip back to her own chambers, but considering how heavy her head felt, it was a journey that she was glad to be over the moment she saw her large comfy bed.

With one very ungraceful motion, she plopped right onto her bed and dug her face right into her fluffy pillow, levitating her tiara over to the nightstand as she nestled herself into the mattress like a mother hen with her newborn hatchlings. As she tossed and turned to find the sweet spot in the bed, she lifted her head and looked over to her standing mirror, and smiled gently.

Five years, she thought to herself. It has already been five years since she became an alicorn and gained the title of princess. It seemed like yesterday that she solved Starswirl’s puzzling spell and cured her friends of their cutie mark swapping ailment. She still has trouble from times to time believing that she actually went from a simple unicorn with social issues, to an alicorn princess who became enlightened by the magic of friendship.

She had gotten a bit taller since then; maybe by a hair, maybe by a head. It’s too hard to tell with her face smooshed into her pillow. Her attitude and mindset have matured during the infancy of her rule. Though she still retains certain aspects that make her who she is, aspects such as her love of literature and daffodil sandwiches, she has grown far wiser and more collected than when she was still Celestia’s student.

During the short time of her rule, Equestrian society thrived to the point where it could be compared to a utopia. Job rates were astronomically high, and crime rates were unbelievably low. There weren’t any starving families, nor was there a single homeless bum out on the street. Conflict was a thing of the past, and diplomatic relations were stable. Until today, that was.

Needless to say, the moment Twilight took her place beside Celestia and Luna as a princess, Equestria became the shining example of civilization throughout the entire world. In fact, many ponies had led to call this era: The Prosperous Age of Twilight. Though she is modest, she didn’t really object to having an era named after her. Think about it. It wasn’t a day dedicated to her, or even a brand name product, but an era! A whole era!

As she laid in her bed, she began to reflect upon her some of her accomplishments as princess. Her first, and perhaps most notable, and memorable action as princess was her direct involvement with the creation and advocation of the P.M.D. program.

As princess, it is her sworn duty to protect her fair nation from any and all threats that seek to harm her loyal subjects. But even with the elements of harmony, the most powerful artifact in existence that Equestria has, and the combined might of royal pony sisters, one way or another, they can be defeated.

Her experience with Nightmare Moon has taught her that she cannot face challenges alone. Her encounter with Discord showed that the elements do indeed have a weakness. Queen Chrysalis has taught her that even Princess Celestia can be fell in battle. And lastly, King Sombra has shown her that evil can be patient, waiting a millenia just waiting for the perfect time to strike.

It was this alone that drove her create the P.M.D. program, a completely separate division of the royal guards that was dedicated solely for the purpose of training elite defenders who could protect Equestria should she, her friends, or even the royal pony sisters be... decommissioned.

The P.M.D. program was volunteer only, ponies had to enlist and past several tests in order to become a part of it. The test would be difficult and rigorous, pushing the pony way past beyond their normal limits. In layman’s term, the P.M.D. program was a collective effort in an attempt to breed super soldiers. Soldiers who would be strong, fast, cunning, but overall, loyal to their cause when the world goes to hell.

Though the idea was sound when they first established the P.M.D. program, applications and enlistments numbers for the were first year alone was abysmal at best, barely even scraping triple digits. And for the limited pool of ponies that actually participated in the various tests, three quarter of the group failed right out of the gate. At the end of the year, the ones who did passed dropped out after only a month of extensive training.

Things were looking pretty grim for the supposed super soldiers of Equestria, rumors were even going around that the program itself was going to get the axe. But then, just when Twilight was ready to add the P.M.D. program into her list of failures as a princess, an unbelievable amount of entries flooded the the inboxes at the recruitment office.

At the start of her second year, ponies seemed to have changed their mind from out of the blue and joined the program as best they could. Not only that, the recruits were actually succeeding in passing each test and training that they received. As it turns out, all it took was a bit of time for Equestria’s future to be properly secured.

As the last of her mind slipped from a haze and into the realm of sleep, Twilight began lightly snoring, her mind filled with thoughts of harmony and righteous justice being brought down upon the anarchist terrorist group. Within seconds, she was sleeping like a foal.

* * *

A young innocent filly found herself strapped onto a cold metal operating table as she struggled to free herself from her captors. She thrashed about and screamed wildly, recklessly flailing her limbs to and fro in a futile attempt at escape. Her efforts were all for naught when the orderlies held her down against the biting cold table before she was tied down with a series of restraining belts.

“I just don’t understand!” an angry voice called out “We’ve done everything we can to break her, yet she still resist every step of the way! How is this possible!?” the voice slammed against something and left an audible crashing noise in the background.

“Hmph, I guessed that we underestimated her considering the fact that she is still a child” another voice spoke out, this one sounding more cold and calculating when compared to his ill tempered compatriot “Yet it is incredibly fascinating to see such willpower from someone as young as she is. The last few who underwent the trials broke down almost instantly after spending a day of isolation in the box”

“We’ve tried everything that’s considered ‘humane’ in the book but nothing is working!” the angry voice cried out again “Deprivation of the senses! Starvation! Forceful psychological conditioning! Psychoactive drugs! That thing they do overseas where they drip drops of water onto your forehead until it causes you to crumble apart like a dirt clot! NOTHING!” he fumed.

“We’ve spent nearly an entire year on her yet she still defies us! Do you know what how displeased the higher ups will be when we don’t have any progress to present to them! Our greatest achievement will mean nothing if she refuses to comply with everything that we do!” another slam could be heard, followed by the sound of breaking glass and creaking wood.

“I swear, it’s that officer’s fault!” the voice argued “He thinks that this... this, thing! Has the right to treated like a normal citizen! He spends the most time with her. All this time that I thought he was just keeping an eye on her, I never would’ve expected the idiot to have bonded with this little freak! I swear if we didn’t need him to keep the rowdy staff in line I would’ve booted him out of this facility long ago for tampering with our work!”

“Beaker, calm down” the cold voice replied coolly “There is still one thing that we haven't tried, and I’ve been meaning to test it out ever since we’ve received it” a squeaky noise echoed throughout the room just as the cold voice finished.

The little filly’s eyes scanned the room, looking for the source of the noise. To her immediate horror, it appeared to be another instrument of ‘conditioning’. Her body went colder than the metal table that she was strapped on when the machine whirred to life.

It had all kinds of dials and pinged every few seconds. But the most terrifying aspect of the device was the metal coils and patches that were connected to an ungodly amount of copper wires. Before long, the patches were being stuck all over her, mostly around the head area.

Though she didn’t want to believe it, the body of the cold voice hovered over her as the patches were being stuck to her. She could’ve sworn that she saw a smile on his obscure face when he place that last patch right onto her forehead. She gritted her teeth, she couldn’t speak but she snapped her jaw furiously at her bickering captives with indignation.

“Aw, how cute. She thinks she can hurt me” the cold voice laughed.

“Enough screwing around you buffoon! Just tell me, what the heck does this thing do?” the angry voice, now identified as the soon to be late Beaker, grunted “Will this give us the results that we need?”

“Oh, no need to worry” the cold voice replied with a hint of anticipation laced in his words “I’m sure that you’ll find the results to be very... shocking” the cold voice turned to face the filly, whose face still remained as defiant as ever “Don’t try to fight it little one, this won’t hurt a bit” he let out a cruel chuckle “This will only hurt a lot”

With a turn of a mere knob, the device jolted and shook wildly. The metal coils sparked and blinded her as a steady stream of electricity flowed in between the two. The room glowed with a horrific ethereal bluish hue as the sound of a manic buzzsaw and the smell of burning flesh blanketed the small room.

The little filly’s scream shattered every object within the vicinity into pieces.

* * *

Omega’s eyes shot open as she jumped up from her makeshift bedding before beginning to cautiously observe her surroundings. Her black eyes darted back and forth in their sockets as she struggled to look for something that she doesn’t even know about. When her nerves finally began to settle down, she grasped tightly onto her head and began whimpering as tears streamed down from her eyes.

She cried solemnly for a spell, making sure to stay as quiet as possible so that she didn't wake up Cleaner. Though she didn’t speak, the sounds that she emitted sounded exactly like an abused puppy that had been kicked one too many times by a sadistic individual. Eventually it became too much for her, and she began to weep into the night.

Cleaner was startled by the sound of Omega’s sobs and woke up at the drop of a hat, wiping away his groggy expression before sidling next to Omega and comforting her in his warm embrace. He wiped away the tears from her eyes, gently stroke the back of her head and whispered to her that everything was going to be alright. It worked, Omega’s tears ceased and she found herself clinging to Cleaner with a backbreaking deathgrip.

“Shh, shh... it’s alright, kid. I’m here” Cleaner whispered “There’s nothing to worry about, it was all just a bad nightmare...” he nuzzled the traumatized filly “Just breathe slowly, let it out of your system”

Omega sniffled and coughed as she struggled to grab ahold of her scattered emotions. Her head was throbbing, and her fur was matted from sweating in her sleep. It took some time, but eventually she collected herself. She wiped away the remnants of her tears and fell onto her haunches.

Her face was blank, completely devoid of any emotion. Cleaner only shook his head and sighed before taking his place right next to her. He sidled closer, trying to get near her without provoking her in such a sensitive state. Cleaner stayed beside her for the duration of the night, a watchful sentinel for the distressed adolescent. Before long, the first glimpse of daylight made it’s way into the forest clearing that they stayed at.

By some miracle, Cleaner found a very small, almost miniscule, smile on Omega’s face. It wasn’t much, but to him, it was a sign that the poor girl finally calmed down.

“Are you feeling better, kid?” Cleaner asked “Because we should probably get out of here before the guard starts sticking their noses where it doesn’t belong”

Omega let out a long exasperated sigh before her whole body involuntarily shuddered. She shook the feeling off, however, and resumed to floating above the forest floor. She did some quick stretches before turning to face Cleaner with a curt nod. But before she left, she looked over at the campsite that she had made.

It was a little hut, or a rickety cabin depending on your preferences, that she had constructed using the trees around her. It wasn’t hard to construct it given her powers. The beds that she slept on were nothing more than a collection of leaves that had huddled together to form a survivalist bedding. The fire beside them had already burned itself out, leaving nothing more than a smoldering wad of charcoal and embers.

It one swift movement, she lifted her hoof and motioned it downwards. In the exact same moment, a wave of pure force found itself in the clearing as it crushed and collapsed the entire campsite, packing it into the dirt without leaving even the faintest of evidence behind as to have others attempt to trail them.

Her job done, she turned around and floated beside Cleaner, her eyes full of anticipation for the long journey ahead. As they walked, Omega subconsciously floated closer to her guardian. She felt safer close to him. Though she didn’t know of her movements, Cleaner most certainly did. He looked over to her as they were walking and smiled warmly.

“Don’t you worry your little head. We’ll find the rest, and free them too. I promise that nopony will ever have to suffer like you did ever again...”

Author's Note

I couldn't come up with a clever title for this chapter. But then again, I don't really need one to get my point across. Hope you enjoyed it