Of Valor and Corruption

Valor of the Vanguard

Here we are on the edge of the Badlands. Home of the changelings, and any scum that we haven't imprisoned in the royal dungeon. Luckily the Vanguard are watching the only entrance/exit to the Badlands. But you might be asking "who are the Vanguard." That's us. "Roll call!"

"Viper, reporting for duty!" My second in command shouts. He has saved my skin too many times to count.

"Phoenix One / and Phoenix Two." The Twins stand at attention. To think I picked 2 street rats to be soldiers.

"Warthog, combat ready!" I don't know why she picked such a ridiculous name.

"Alpha, at your service!" You should never leave home without a good tactician.

"Bravo is here too!" Bravo speaks timidly, but she can handle her metal in battle.

"Phantom, here." He speaks roughly, but a stealth operator doesn't need to speak.

"Hijack, operating." He's a walking radio. It's amazing how far we've come for magic bionics.

"End roll call." That would be me, Shining Valor, or just Valor as everyone calls me.

If you need a little backstory of who I am and the Vanguard, then I will be happy to oblige. I myself am over 5000 years old. I may not look like it and my own team doesn't know that, but I am the son of the great alicorn named Golden Sword. He ruled through The Golden Alicorn Ages. He had a servant mare who he grew to love. Lily Showers was her name. So now, I have my father's age immortality and my mother's dashing good looks. I may just be a pegasus but my father's alicorn magic still lives inside me. But they are long dead, and I am all that remains of their legacy.

Now we have the Vanguard. We are an elite group of Royal Guard commissioned by Princess Celestia herself. We are mostly tasked with scouting an enemy force and attacking any weakness we find, but right now we are on an interception mission. I may be thousands of years older than her, but after all, I am no king.