So after all is said and done, everything went back to normal and all hunky dory. The castle, canterlot, and Ponyville began to rebuild now with the threat of Luna’s presence away, and only seven ponies were injured, each caused by some jerk pegasus who also wrecked up Ponyville town hall once. But aside from this, life went on as per the usual, and Luna never seemed to raise that much of a ruckus ever again.

And perhaps it was too soon for Luna to relinquish her duties as the beholder of the heavy ordinance, for now crime was rampant throughout the city of Canterlot with a new rising band of jewel thieves who used all manner of nefarious devices to aid their plots. From feathers to pillows, these bandits made off with all the jewellery they could manage and not even the royal guard was capable of capturing these foes. Is there nopony who could stop them?

The ringleader of this operation led his two cohorts to an alleyway enveloped in darkness. The nighttime hue only aided them in their escape, and they managed to escape yet another battalion of guards with greater ease than should be permissible. With the law on the slip, they emptied out the bag on the stone paved ground beneath them and counted out their winnings.

“Ay, it seems somepony won’t be getting their fair share tonight.”

“Well it ain’t gonna be me, see? Cus I was left out last time ya’ big palooka!”

“And I shan’t be denied either. It seems the coffers run a bit thin back at the shop, and I must compensate.”

“Ay, I took more of a risk than any of yous so I’m gonna be getting the bigger cut. So frenchy, shaddup and be happy wit’ what you got.”

“I am not French and if you dare accuse me of such an attribute I shall lay you one across the chops, this I assure you!”

“Simmer down frenchy, he’s got a point. You gotta take the hit on this one.”

“I told you not to call me French!”

And so our dear French pal gave a tussle with his smart mouthed compatriot. And yet it was not long before they were interrupted by the sound of stern hooves upon cobblestone and metal clinking dully against metal. And it was not long before the source of this interruption manifested itself and cast a sinister shadow that painted over these evil-doers.

It was Princess Lu- I mean Machinegun Mare holding a machinegun.

“Ay boys, settle downs here. We gots a princess in our midst.” Stated the leader plainly.

The Prince- er, Machinegun Mare was not amused and took her stance with the large firearm pointed at this band of ruffians. One burst would be all that would be needed to just disappear them from Equestria. “Halt villains! You have violated the law. Surrender at once or face consequences most dire!”

They all looked at each other in a silent discussion. It was quite evident that there was not much of an escape possibility, as they knew by now what the hay she was holding given that it was plastered all over the news a while back. So they all laid down on the ground.

“A’ight lady, we don’t want any rough stuff. We don’t gots no weapons so let’s all not get crazy up in heyuh.” The leader spoke for the three of them, albeit it was hardly spoken given that his accent was too thick to accurately interpret. I mean, I’m just typing what I think he said, he coulda been going on about ‘chowdah’ and ‘chandaliers’ and other bullcorn.

~~Luna~~ Machinegun Mare understood him well. “Weapons? So you are armed! Have at thee!” And she toggled a switch on the side of the gun and let loose a flurry of lead and copper.

She did not miss her mark. Given if you have a very loose definition of mark to mainly meant the surrounding area. If that’s the case then she sure didn’t miss anything at all. All the buildings around the thieves were reduced to dust as Machinegun Mare fired in pretty much all directions, given that she was only controlling the gun with her magic. After the saturated the area with enough gunfire, she turned the safety back on and the gun came to a stop.

When the winds picked up it carried with them the cloud of airborne rubble. Without the fog of destruction in the way, she saw that her three foes were not only intact but they found a pair of boots and took to quivering in them. Although it seems they at least didn’t steal these non-existent boots, because the jewels were all gone except for a few shards that were indecipherable of the original product.

“Well then. Shall you comply with my original request?”

Now, being accustomed to surrendering, the very obviously French pony replied. “Dear madam, I doth believe we are quite compliant. We shall attend our stay in as orderly a manner as possible, so long as we have the opportunity. But might I make a request on all our behalves that you do not attempt to lay waste upon us yet again?”

“I shall see to that this is so, but I promise nothing my dear French citizen.”

Now, normally he would disagree. But when somepony with a gun says something, it’s a little hard to argue with them. “Thank you madam. Cheese and baguettes for all! And has anypony seen my beret around lately?”

The End.

The moral of the story, kids? More people die or are injured by gun violence every year than cancer victims. The majority of these individuals who are victims of gun violence become such due to the improper treatment and handling of firearms. Firearms are not toys to be played with, they are dangerous and require proper supervision and dexterous manipulation. So please, keep your Princess Luna at home.

Author's Note

Machinegun Mare and Princess Luna are not the same pony, that's just a ridiculously lousy concept. After all, Luna is Dark Blue while Machinegun Mare is Navy Blue. They are TOTALLY different.