Chapter 1: The Bloody Game of Chess
Glaze
As she walked through the halls of the Factory, the whirl of machine gears and the distant screams of a filly were like a normal buzz in her ears as she walked into the Director's Office
She knocked on the door and waited until the sound of the locks deactivating. Glaze walked in to a large white office, a small picture of Scootaloo hung over the wall to her left and the right was a group shot of her friends before their mysterious deaths...and the passing of the new Elements of Harmony. Glaze remembered that day well...never had they collected so much Spectra...the Vats had to be cleaned because so much had flown out and didn't have time to settle. As she sat down in the single chair in the small room, with cameras in the back to see the whole Factory, Dash turned and looked at her through one blood red eye. "Good. Your here still. The events of the Awoken Rebellion caused a.....shortage of staff. Due to recent events and some "problems" I am sending you to go "collect" some Fillies and Foals to train here as guards. I have a new program....and it will change this factory forever...." Dash said, her iron voice strong with anger and malice, looking Glaze right in the eye. She knew that Glaze had skipped out and hid during the Rebellion. Glaze was not the type of Mare to run away from a fight or not meet someones challenge. But the Overseer....she was a whole other league. She beared witness and a scare from her early years in the Factory. The Overseer's anger was not something anyone wanted to attract...she remembered seeing her bash countless ponies heads in and tazering them to death without a second though. But the only one she ever spared. Her younger adopted sister, Scootaloo. She remembered Dash dragging the wounded and uncouncious pegasus down to the Lockdown area. "Dash. My Lady. If i may ask...what do we plan to do with your younger....." Glaze asked her, unsure how she would react....
