Metro: Equestria

by phlamingsoul

Rating: mature
Tags: Mystery, Adventure, Anthro, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 801

Life's not easy when you live in a Station... Especially when you work as a contract Killer...

Hey, everypony. The name's Trick. Card Trick. My friends call me "Ace."

I live in Station 03S4, better known as Twilight Station. The Station, you may not know, is two hundred and fifty meters below the surface of the Gulf Sea, a kilometer off the coast of Manehattan. Or whatever's left of it after the megaspells hit.

I'm part of a special task force known as the "Hunters," a group that hunts down and "retires" dangerous individuals in the sprawling city under the sea. It's a nice gig, but sometimes, criminals aren't that easy to catch…

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Hey! New story, new universe, new characters!

All OCs belong to yours truly (unless otherwise noted)

Based on the world of Metro 2033.

Rated Mature for:
Blood
Violence
Language
Prostitutes
Fun Stuff

Character tags will be added when appropriate

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This story consists of three Acts, which are as follows:

[spoiler]Act I - Nightmare's Return[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Act II - Stations of the Dead and Living[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Act III - The Last One Standing[/spoiler]

Each Act will be completely finished before its posted, to avoid those long stretches of being cliffhangered.

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-02 21:16:01 UTC

Act I - Chapter the First Impressions: Meet and Greet

Station 03S4. One of one hundred and seventeen functioning and populated Stations inside, and outside, of Equestria. Stations function as underground shelters, to be used in case of emergency. A war, for example. THE war, known as the war to end all wars, sometimes known as The Great War, ended life on the surface as everyone knew it. Before the world ended, however, the Metro Project began.

The Metro Project, headed by a Griffon named Gazar Kaganovich, led to the production and development of the Stations, and was conducted with utmost secrecy, hidden from the roving eyes of the Princesses, Griffins, and Zebras alike. It was to be a great connecting force, a way to end the war in a nonviolent way, as well as a fail-safe should the war end before its time. Before the Stations could be presented to the world leaders as a method of peace, however, the bombs fell. The bombs, enchanted to cause untold destruction, decimated any population that couldn't escape into the Metro in time. The resulting damage, both physical and sociological, crippled the unfinished Metro System, with surviving Stations becoming isolated from both each other and the surface. One of those Stations was 03S4, known by its citizens as Twilight Station, which I called home. Or, at least, I did before I accepted the Assignment that brought my world crashing down.

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BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-CRUNCH

Consciousness, for most people is a binary. You're awake, or you're asleep. For me, consciousness is a continuum of tiredness. In other news, I need a new alarm clock.

I casually flopped to the floor in a cocoon of blankets and feathers, one hoofed foreleg keeping my face from smashing against the bedside table. A voice in my ear caused me to stiffen.

"Mr. Trick, have you ever eaten another pony's liver?"

"Noooo..." my voice moaned from the pile of cloth.

"I find it goes great with fava beans and a nice chianti," the voice of Moon Light continued.

"Now, I'm sure you're attached to your liver, but it's time for breakfast. so GET YOUR SORRY ASS UP!"

Isn't it lovely how getting yelled at, combined with threats of losing vital organs, fills one with adrenaline? With that lovely pump of that "I don't wanna die" chemical, I was up and at 'em, limbs flying in any direction they thought would get me vertical. With one last twist, I got my legs under me and stood up... and hit the corner of the table with my nose. Now, for those of you who have never experienced this, its a lovely combination of "booped your nose" and a lightning bolt striking your face.

And with tears streaming from my amber eyes, I was ready to start my day.

"If I wasn't used to your antics by now, I might die of embarrassment," Moon Light sighed, shaking his head, black hair swishing back and forth.

Moon Light was a physical-therapist-gone-cannibal, with a strict, if flawed, set of morals  and an attention to detail that rivaled our top Hunters. The thing that gave him away was his, quite frankly unhealthy, obsession with heads. Each head was removed from its body, cleaned, preserved, and hidden in Light's basement. Shit was spooky, yo. Bringing Light down was no easy task, but as evidenced by his current state, i.e. my roomie, we got him.

"We" refers to the organization known as The Task Force for the Neutralization of Dangerous Individuals and Monsters. Considering the lack of a convenient acronym, we're called The Hunters. Of course, the acronym sounds like "Defend Them," so...

Not quite sure where I was going with that, but I'm sure you got the idea.

"Hunters One, Three, Seven, and Thirteen, report to Head Quarters."

The gruff voice of the Leader of the Task force sounded through a hidden intercom system.

"Correction. Hunters One, Three, Seven, Thirteen, and Seventeen, report to Head Quarters."

I frowned at the last number. That was Redheart. Hailing from some backwater town, she was a nurse of impressive skill. She was who the rest of the Hunters were sent to if they were injured in the line of duty. Well, except the Captain. His name is Copper, but most everyone calls him "Spitfire," on account of a very entertaining night out on the town. Of course, to his face, he's "Captain." And in all my twenty years of duty, I've never seen him get wounded in combat. He's a scary pony, that's for sure.

I groaned lightly as I got myself on my hooves.

"♫To HQ we will go, to HQ we will go, high-ho the merrio, to HQ we will go.♪"

Light sang a little tune as he waited for me to get dressed.