A Night of Myth and Legends

by I am Memorial

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Sad, Adventure
Length: 2310

SHTF and everything gets FUBAR fast as ponies scramble to stop the a war.

As a threat seeps into Equestria it is left to a small task force of very talented ponies.
But if these ponies are so talented, why aren't they already working with Equestrian forces?
The mission is simple, gather the task force, and go save Equestria, but do things ever go as planned? Exactly!
Watch as a small group of ponies overcome their slights towards a nation that has never been there for them, and they have no reason to fight for.

On a side note, this is a story that Breach planned out before hand, and that I took up now that he's gone. I'm simply elborating on about 1.5k words of notes. This is also my first 'pony' based story, as I was not a writer of this up until just recently.
Let me know if I, how you guys say it, "Buck things up".

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-29 08:34:01 UTC

The Dead and The Blind

"So who's first on the list Thorpe?" asked the grey-white mare.

"That'd be Jecht and Scopes, ma'am. They've both been tracked to this bar." replied Thorpe.

The two ponies made their way into the bar, thinking about what had led to this.

Screams that tore through the air were of stark contrast to the silent wings that carried the attackers. Any first glance anypony might assume that it was griffons attacking. That first glance would be dead wrong though.

Centuries before the Griffons drove out a subfaction of their own. While Griffons were of proud and militaristic stock, they never reveled in killing. This led to a schism with their brother species, the Hippogriffs, who enjoyed fighting and thought that they alone held the right to life. They were driven out of the continent by the Griffons and had been unheard from. This was their plan. They'd spent the past few centuries building up numbers, setting up plans, and scouting. It was all for this moment and this moment alone.

An unusually large Hippogriff strode proudly through the tangled bloodied corpses that littered the small settlement.

With a nod to a secondary Hippogriff, the two took flight and were followed by the rest of the force.

All that was left was a small camp, filled with ponies, dead and dying, all struck down by Diamond Dog spears.

Samara trotted into the bar, her grey-white coat glinting oddly in the lighting.

"That was easy, Thorpe, isn't that one of them?" Samara offered as she pointed towards the bar.

Sure enough it was one of the two they were looking for. It was a bronze coloured stallion, with a short cut dark yellow mane.

"Scopes, ma'am. Shall we go get acqainted?" questioned Thorpe.

"Obviously, you take care of him while I scout for this other one, Jecht, right?"

"Yeah Samara."

With that Samara nodded Thorpe over to Scopes while mingling through the crowd in search of Jecht.

'Hmmm? Stool on my left just shifted, volume of noise suggests it was immediatly next to me. Ah yes a sigh, there is indeed a pony next to me. Heavy breathing indicates male, hasn't ordered drink yet, waiting for somepony. Possibly here on business? Ah, breathing suggests he is about to start conversation, but with whom?'

Thorpe was looking at the the stallion, Scopes, next to him. He sat with his eyes closed, enjoying a drink.

"So, uh, nice bar eh? Hows the night, uh, going?" ventured Thorpe as he tapped the counter for a drink.

'Ahhh, speaking to me. Somepony I know, no.... hmmmmm, Nervous, attempting to broach a subject of some sorts, homosexual? *sniff sniff* No thats not it, he's not wearing the appropriate artificial pheromones to imply that. Well then I must reply.'

"Indeed, might I ask is the reason for you specifically seeking me out?" quested Scopes.

'Slight intake in breath, hit my mark quite well. Perhaps and acqaintance of somepony I've angered? No wrong approach. Must be business, otherwise this satllion would be far less formal.'

Thorpe shuffled slightly at the shrewd observation, lifted the drink he'd just been given, took a swig, and placed it back down loudly.

Scopes ears shifted and twitched with every barely audible noise.

"Ahhh yes.... the Equestrian military requires your services."

Scopes ears splayed backwards at this. 'Great, glorious even. Well I do hope they won't be too angered when I wipe the floor with this little puke.'

"Why, I ask, does the military suddenly want me back after they disowned me?" Scopes snapped as he turned the rough direction of Thorpe and opened his sightless ruined eyes. "I was merely a foot soldier, a toy, a pawn. When my vision was destroyed I became 'useless', why might they need me now!?"

"Easy there Scopes, I get it you're bitter, but there are ponies dying......"

"Ponies die every day Thorpe, I suggest you remember that, now leave before this escalates!"

Deep purple eyes followed Samara as she trotted through the bar.

'Searching, non-hostile attitude, dossier on me. Damn.'

The purple eyes followed the grey white mare as she flitted amongst the other ponies. Finally he saw her headed for a more secluded area. Setting off after her, the purple eyed form decided it was time for answers.

"Damn it, I can't find Jecht anywhere. I've looked left right and centre, but nope."

"Did you try directly behind you?" whispered a cool even voice, causing the usually steady Samara to jump slightly. Turning around she found herself face to face with Jecht. The stallion had odd wings, abnormally large, and it was composed of 14 giant slender 'feathers' as opposed to and actual wing. His eyes were a deep purple, but seemed to glow in the low lighting. White coat with a black mane and tail, blue stripe in both. This was the stallion Samara was looking for.

"Now what do you want, mare. I don't take kindly to being looked for."

"Well, straight to business then. The Equestrian military needs you for a currently classified reason and....."

"You are putting together a taskforce of ponies to deal with the massacre that was supposedly commited by Diamon Dogs. I am no fool ma'am. I know more than you think. I'll help, but only because I care for the ponies of Equestria." with that Jecht turned and started towards the front of the bar.

"Well, ok then...." Samara muttered as she followed after him.

Thorpe was hauling himself off of the floor glaring at Scopes, who'd dropped him for the second time now.

"Shall we continue this, colt? Or do you just want to go bother someone else?"

Thorpe was shaking in fury at the taunt. He'd nearly flung himself forward when a white pegasus slammed him back down, shaking his head.

"Thorpe, you're supposed to recruit him, not fight him." berated Samara.

"Ah so you've met Scopes I see." chuckled Jecht.

"He has indeed Jecht. Might I ask how you are involved in this?" inquired Scopes.

"I know that there is a threat, and so do you. I have no love for the military, but niether do you. Regardless, I know I can help. I also know you've wanted nothing more than to get back out there. We do this job, then we leave it all behind us?"

'Jecht agreeing to help, something he'd do only if no other clear choice was present. Fine, if I must.'

"Alright then Jecht. Let's go."

Jecht looked to the door and nodded towards the exit. Getting the hint Samara made her way toward the door, followed by Thorpe and Jecht, who was stepping down loudly to make it easier for Scopes to tail after them.

"Commander Screech, we have the prisoner!" the Hippogriff guards growled.

"Ahhh, yes, perfect. Bring him forward." Screech rasped.

The prisoner, grey stallion with a steel grey mane, was dragged in.

"Care to talk yet meat?" Screech threatened.

"Only if you don't mind swinging by the pub so I can give me mum a kiss, and maybe give your mum a bit more." came the Scoltish accented reply.

"Bah, I can't kill him yet. That and the fact that I'll still need him. Rip out his tongue and send him on his way!"

"Ah, but tha's no fun lad. You're mum sure won't enjoy me as much!" the Scoltlander laughed back defiantly.

The Living and The Mute

The mute unicorn stallion stood there in a kilt. He didn't mind the funny looks, and even if he did he couldn't say much about them.

Not that him in a kilt earned him the looks, it was the fact that his right cheek was ripped off, baring his teeth for all to see. He'd lost his cheek the same day he lost his tongue, which was the same day the Royal Guard refused to take him seriously when he wrote to them about a threat to Canterlot and all of Equestria.

No matter, he was right, he was a warrior, and when the shit hit the fan, he'd survive, he always had.

Next to the steel grey maned stallion was a pegasus mare, slight build, pearl blue coat, with a emerald coloured mane and tail and sapphire hued eyes.

She'd been the only one to believe him, after all, she'd been the one to see the gruesome act when he'd had his tongue removed. She'd also been the one to save him and nurse him back to health.

"The white-grey mare is still following us, is she not?"

Nod.

"Hmmm, should we just down her?"

Shake.

"Why not?"

Nod to the left, into an alley, then a second nod to the right, on a balcony.

"Ah, yes backup. Well then, make a stand?"

The noncommital grunt and shrug of his shoulders told her that he meant they might as well.

"Right then. Around this corner and..... NOW!"

The Mare whipped a cross bow out from under a cloak she was wearing, while the Scoltspony hefted a claymore.

They both turned to find a blind pony.

The mare giggled at her over reaction, and the Scoltspony had a 'grin' on his face.

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for somepony." stated the blind stallion.

"Yes, and who would that be? Perhaps I can help?"

"I believe you already have. You are Aria, no. Your vocal pattern is nearly spot on. Your steps indicate a feminine or small frame. Your tone and pitch also indictae you of being female. The silence from your friend, mixed with his sure heavy steps, imply that he is MacKenzie, the Scoltlander I've been looking for."

MacKenzie, not eager to trust this too knowledgable stallion, stepped forward to grab at him when a spearbutt knocked his hoof aside.

"That's not very nice friend. He only said he was looking for you!" replied the oddest Pegasus that Aria had ever seen.

It was then that the white-grey mare from earlier showed up. "Ah nice to see evrypony's met each other! Anyway, if you two would be so kind as to follow me I'll explain on the way. I would ask you to help, but that was troublesome with the first two, so it's an order."

Aria and MacKenzie shrugged. If there was trouble later, they'd fight out.

"We have a large enough force, sir, if we strike at night we can take down Dodge Junction in one go."

"Excellent plan!" cackled Commander Screech.

"Also, we have reports of a Equestrian defense being raised."

"Ah, so our mute friend has raised a few flags after all, oh well, naught to be done about that."

The four Ponies were going through the dossier's on each other as they got acqainted.

Jecht

Male

Eye Hue Purple

Mane Colour Black

Tail Colour Black

Coat Colour White

Crimes against Equestria: Suspected Black Magic, Suspected Necromancy, Assault on Royal Gurds sent in for Apprehension(claimed Self Defence), and Assault on Princess Celestia(claimed Self Defence).

"Well damn, Jecht. I though us Pegasi couldn't do magic!?" sputtered Aria.

"I can't, I just have a very 'persistent' body and soul." Jecht replied.

Scopes

Male

Eye Hue Blind

Mane Colour Dark Yellow

Tail Colour Dark Yellow

Coat Colour Bronze

Crimes against Equestria:

"That's bucking bullshit! I did not betray my men! I'll kill anyone that insinuates as much. I nearly died trying to save them!" Scopes roared as he pulled his hoof back from the braille.

MacKenzie

Male

Eye Hue Gold

Mane Colour Steel Grey

Tail Colour Steel Grey

Coat Colour Dark Grey

Crime against Equestria: Falsely reporting a crime, Assaulting a Royal Guard, Possible involvement in traterous activiteis against Equestria

*CLANG*

Jecht and Aria looked up to see MacKenzie's hoof slammed into a new indention in the wall of the cart.

"Well I see that he agrees whole heartedly, Equestria's FUBAR'd. Well only you left Aria." stated Jecht.

Aria

Female

Eye Hue Sapphire

Mane Colour Emerald Green

Tail Colour Emerald Green

Coat Colour Pearl Blue

Crime against Equestria: Withcraft, Sorcery,Poisoning, Illegal practice of Medicine without proper License, Murder of a Royal Guard

"I take it that's all false?" chuckled Scopes.

"Of course! I would never have murdered a guard! I stepped on a rake and it swung up and hit his sword into his throat. It was all accidental!" Aria protested.

"So you guys all realize why they wanted us right?" dug Jecht.

"I don't know."

Shrug

"Many variables, we are after all, all considered criminals. Caught for execution, no, too routine, not enough guards. Hmmm. Bait, no, we're too smart for that. Imprisonment, still not enough guards."

"Simple, we are all considered criminals, and we all have unique skills and talents that help put together a good tactical team." started Jecht.

"Which means they want to use us to fight a threat, most likely the Hippogriffs!" beamed Aria, "See, I told you they'd have to listen MacKenzie!"

"So this is it. A scientist, a recon, a medic, and a lumbering behemoth of a stallion! Crack squad of random ponies that would never be expected. Equestrians obviously desperate." muttered Scopes.

The four ponies continued to chat amongst themselves until the carriage finally came to a halt. The doors swung open to reveal a small outpost. Exiting, they found themselves directed to a barracks.

Samara was inside waiting for them.

"I hopw you found the trip enjoyable? Anyway, you're staying here for the night.

Armoury is over there, next to that is a lab for and scientific or medical needs. Beds are right next to the labs, and the kitchen next to that. I'll see you all in the morning.

Each went there seperate way.

MacKenzie lumbered off to the kitchen, stomach growling.

Aria and Scopes both dashed for the labs, and Jecht went to explore the armoury.

Come morning, they were going to make quite the first impression.