After the Fall, there is madness, misogyny and misery. The caribou have ravaged a nation that used to be as close to perfect as could be needed. They have also locked down women. They are so overpoweringly superior the only way they can prove it is to... forcefully restrict their alleged 'inferiors' and ensure there can never be an equal competition.

The rebellion exists, however. It is small, but organized. It runs on symbols, because symbols strike the mind immediately and with stunning power.

Gold and Silver once represented the Solunar Diarchy in Canterlot. The Golden Sun and Silver Moon. But that has been cast down. The primitive northmen have made a ruin of that and cast out all beauty. They have cast out precious metals; all precious things are weakness in their eyes.

Martial replacements must be made for all that once was held dear. Brass for gold, steel for silver. Martial metals for the fight against the fascists.

These are stories of the women of the rebellion. Affiliated formally or assisting by their acts, these women would rather stand than fall.

Somewhat set in the Fall of Equestria-thing.

(The hammer and sickle are a symbol I haven't used much but should. A brass hammer and steel sickle are weapons of the rebellion.)