A Division of Three Sides - A Documentation of the Canterlot Turf War

II
The Party Planner

Rainbow Dash awoke at half past eight, being the bigger Spoon for Sunset Shimmer, who still lay in a deep sleep. She got up, slipped on some leggings and a shirt that was a little too small for her, and prepared some sort of breakfast, meaning a bowl of cereal with no milk and a glass of orange juice.

Suddenly she received a text message on her ‘business phone’. These phones were specially manufactured and handed out to members of Tantabus so that they could not get tracked by anyone who does not have possession of one. The text read.

Meet me outside the Sisterhoove’s Social Club at 12, we have business to attend to. Dress smart.
-L

That ‘L’ was the signature of none other than Rainbow’s boss and leader of Tantabus, Luna. Had she called her alone? If so, why? Were they gonna shoot up some stores, settle some vendettas, or go out for lunch?

Dash turned around to see that Sunset was awake. She was lying in nothing but her bra and panties, coiling herself around the bed sheets rather seductively.

‘Hey baby.’ She whispered with a glint of sexuality in her eyes.

Rainbow Dash knew that whilst this meeting with Luna was important in a couple of hours, there were much more important things she should be doing at the moment.

‘You’re so fucking hot.’ She said in a dumbfounded way, in awe at the sexy lingerie that only barely kept Sunset’s large bosom in place.

Dash jumped onto the bed in a red hot passion and the two began to intensely make out. The Rainbow-haired Girl began to grope her Girlfriends crotch, making her moan ever so subtly. Rainbow went straight ahead and began unclipping Sunset’s bra.

She knew that today was going to be a good day.

It was a typical morning like any other for Rarity. She got up swiftly and early, pulled on her white Turtleneck and deep blue pencil skirt, chugged a cup of coffee down her neck, got in her car and drove only a few blocks away to where her business, Carousel Boutique, was located.

She was the first one in for an opening at nine thirty. She put her gorgeous one-of-a-kind dresses in her front window display, checking them down to the very last detail.

Fifteen minutes before she was about to open up shop, she noticed a large figure stood outside. His dark skin and combed back wavy hair, alongside his black button down shirt and pants, all stacked up over six feet tall. Rarity knew straight away who it was.

It was the self-proclaimed ‘King’ of the Equestrian drug and crime scene, Sombra.

‘I didn’t even realise the boss was here so early.’ Rarity fidgeted with the key in the lock, as she started to panic. Finally after a hefty jerk the door flung open, and Sombra walked in slowly and in a way that would make even the most blood thirsty Hitmen tremble with fear. He shot a look into Rarity’s eyes that made her legs buckle, nervous that the worst was going to happen to her.

‘Rarity,’ He spoke with a brooding deep tone as he addressed one of his underlings. ‘How’s the operation going?’

‘All well, sir, the money has been filed under this business, so no more worrying.’ Rarity answered, giving a small nervous chuckle.

‘Good, I’m glad to hear it,’ Sombra began to walk over to some of the dresses, observing them down to the very stitching. ‘Laundering is something I didn’t want to have to resort to, but it keeps the Royal Guard oblivious to what we’re doing.’

‘I understand, boss.’ Rarity knew that saying anything that wasn’t some sort of an agreement to Sombra’s statement would most likely not end well.

‘Do you know how Starlight is doing with the selling?’ Sombra asked the pale fashionista.

‘I wouldn’t know, sorry, have you asked Discord about it?’

‘I hardly see a lot of that man anymore. He usually goes off on one of his “experiments”.’

‘Well that’s Discord for you, I guess.’ Rarity was starting to wonder if there was some other greater reason as to why Sombra was here.

‘He’s the most trained guy in the field I know. He’s my second in command for a reason,’ Sombra remained silent for a good few moments, focusing on Rarity who was slowly growing weary of the anxiety. ‘Rarity, I need you to look over some blueprints I’ve managed to pick up.’

‘Sure thing, Boss, any reason why?’ Rarity began to get curious as she walked slowly in Sombra’s direction.

‘It’s a suit of armour that was designed and sent to me from Yakyakistan, and since you’re my head engineer, I’m going to rely on you to get the job done.’ The tall man placed an unsettling hand on the much smaller Rarity.

‘You can count on me. Just send them to my home.’

‘I’d rather you pick them up from base after you’re finished here, to not make things too suspicious.’ Sombra spoke in a threatening demeanour as he approached the door.

‘I shall do my best, Sombra.’ Rarity said almost seductively, Sombra kissing her hand.

‘Until we meet again, Miss Rarity.’ Sombra gave a slight grin as he left Carousel Boutique with a slow but intense walk down the street.

‘Armour...,’ Rarity said to herself, confused but also curious. ‘I wonder what kind of scheme he has in mind now.’

It had been a rough night for Scootaloo, trying to survive out in the streets like a hunted dog means you don’t get a lot of sleep. She had wandered the lonely pathways, hid from the police and rival Thugs from both Chaos and Tantabus, all while finding a decent place to nap for a couple of hours. She had found a decent spot on the top of an apartment block, that was until she was found by the nightshift caretaker and in no less than five minutes she was outrunning the Police. Fortunately she had, and by ten o’clock in the morning, she had made it back to the base of Harmony for the meeting she was told of by Twilight last night.

Every Canterlot Gang had what was traditionally known as the ‘Elite Members’, who held a much more significant place than the standard goons. They had specific job roles that they were in charge of, and would usually be making the decisions at gathering, much like what a council would do.

Scootaloo was an Elite Member of Harmony, being in charge of the Drug Dealing operation in and around Canterlot. When she came in to the meeting room she was greeted by the four other Elite Members of Harmony. Twilight Sparkle, the second in command to the Leader Celestia, Spike, the head Medic, even at such a young age, Gilda, who was the bodyguard to Celestia herself, and Octavia, the hired assassin and hit-man that would usually be the one to take out very powerful criminals.

They were all stood around a large circular table, with none other than Harmony leader Celestia taking the helm. Scootaloo quickly took her place as the meeting was about to begin.

Celestia was truly a legend in the Equestrian Crime scene. She was notorious for getting what she wants and being in operation for so long without being caught. The ‘Princess’ stood at around five feet ten inches, towering over all of her subjects. Her hair consisted of many pastel colours neatly wrapped into a ponytail, and she wore a suit no different than that of an upper-class business woman. The striking thing about her was the massive Harmony gang symbol tattoo (that being of a Sun) that ran from the left side of her neck and stretched out over her shoulder and towards her breast. Underneath her proper Suit jacket were two sleeves of tattoos running up both her arms.

‘I’m glad to have called you all here,’ she spoke regally and loudly, addressing her members as though they were royalty. ‘We have some pressing matters to attend to.’

‘What’s the problem, boss?’ Gilda said, she was a dark skinned woman who wore a vest top and loose fitted jeans, showcasing her huge intimidating muscles and dozens of gang tattoos to all. She had a dark side that was far too easy to trigger.

‘Well, I have been thinking these past few days about the direction I want to take this business,’ Celestia started. ‘And I am honestly considering taking down Chaos once and for all.’

There was a wave of shocked gasps across the room for varying reasons, either the thoughts of ‘she’s gone mad’ or ‘finally’ sprung to mind.

‘How?’ Twilight said, baffled by her previous statement.

‘Well there are a few things I need to get in order first before I can initiate this plan.’ Celestia puffed out her chest in pride.

‘Like what?’ Scootaloo asked in an almost challenging fashion. She had her feet propped up onto the table, obnoxiously chewing a piece of gum.

‘Well the most important thing I need,’ Celestia paused for a moment, breathing in calmly. ‘We need to get our engineer back.’ She finally commanded, bringing forth an even bigger wave of shocked gasps.

‘You mean Pinkie Pie?’ Twilight scratched her head as she scribbled down her notes. ‘But she’s been out of the crime scene for two years, what makes you—’

‘Twilight,’ Celestia cut her off, giving a somewhat cunning look. ‘She was the best Engineer I ever had. To pull of this plan with any sort of succession I need her back under my wing.’

‘Right, boss.’ Twilight said, she knew she was defeated.

‘What’s the plan then?’ Octavia asked in a polite manner.

If there was ever a competition for the best dressed assassin, not only would Octavia take home the gold medal, she would no doubt take silver and bronze as well. She always wore a three piece suit, accompanied by her purple bow tie and tuxedo. Her hair was always neat and tidy, and the tiniest blood splatter would be cleaned off moments afterward. Despite this, Octavia was top of her field, always carrying around a Bowie knife in a sheath strapped to her thigh. She was sharpening it in this instance.

‘Well, I have received plans for several things, and if Pinkie can construct them, we can hijack Chaos’s base and deliver a fatal blow to their Crystal Heart production.’ Celestia seemed very confident with this plan, judging by the smirk that had formed on her face.

‘I’ll believe it when I see it.’ Gilda scoffed, you could tell she wasn’t taking any of this seriously.

‘I will explain more once we have “The Party Planner” here,’ Celestia stood up out of her chair, showcasing her towering figure to all her cohorts. ‘Gilda, Octavia, I trust that you two can go to her house and do a little convincing?’

‘Give me an address and it’s done.’ Octavia said with efficiency, sliding her massive knife into the belonging sheath.

‘Awww come on, Tia! I have more valuable things to be doing with my time.’ Gilda huffed.

‘Hmmm, really?’ Celestia chuckled.

‘What’s so funny?’ Gilda's neck tensed as she began to get rallied up.

‘Because you think you can argue with her.’ Twilight said nonchalantly, knowing exactly why the Boss was so amused. Gilda was not impressed in the slightest.

‘The rest of you can go about your duties.’ Celestia walked out the door, leaving a chilling silence in the room.

‘I believe we have a party to go and plan?’ Octavia said with a hint of wit.

‘Yeah. Sure. Whatever.’ Gilda rolled her eyes. She knew she had been defeated.

Rainbow Dash had finally stopped to catch her breath. She had spent the better half of the entire morning teasing and getting down and dirty with Sunset Shimmer, who lay on the bed in a hot sweaty mess. Rainbow got up and checked the time on her phone:

11:27

‘Shit.’ She said audibly, she had to meet Luna quite a few blocks away in less than thirty five minutes, and she still smelled of sweat and sex.

Dash jumped into the lukewarm shower for a couple of minutes to watch the revolting stench out of her system. She got out, dried herself off, and proceeded to get into a smart white shirt, grey pants, and a cyan blue tie.

‘Do you think this will be smart enough for Luna?’ Rainbow Dash said to Sunset, who was still lying naked in bed.

‘Yeah yeah…’ She said, trailing off halfway through, she was still tired and in a bit of a state after the morning she had.

‘Alright cool.’ She picked up her keys, wallet and phone before giving her girlfriend one final kiss.

‘I shouldn’t be gone too long, babe.’ Rainbow said reassuringly.

‘Okay, Dashie.’ Sunset said in a cute voice.

Dash ran out of the Apartment complex and towards her car, she started her engine and sped off towards the Sisterhoove’s Social Club.

The old beaten up scarlet red car had been something that the Woman has owned since she was eighteen, and has served her well, despite the rusted bumper, cracked windows, bullet holes in the doors due to former shootouts, and an engine that made a terrible grating sound. Whilst she was driving, Rainbow Dash adjusted the back mirror and looked at herself in it. She combed her hair with her fingers and tried her best to swerve from any close collisions on the road. She stopped only a block away from the Social, and ran up to meet Luna by the entrance.

Luna, unlike her sister and Sombra, is not a Woman you would look at and know she’s the leader of a gang. She was rather small, smaller than Celestia at least. She was very pale and had her dark-as-night purple hair loose and free. She did wear a suit, but was coloured many different shades of grey, with a purple tie to finish the look. Her gang symbol of a moon was actually caused by a branding iron in between her shoulder blades (the ritual is now commonplace, Rainbow having her brand on her right thigh and Sunset having hers on in the inside of her left forearm.) She also carried a rather large briefcase in her right hand.

‘Afternoon, Rainbow Dash.’ Luna said formally.

‘Afternoon, Boss.’ Dash replicated, trying to act more intellectual than she actually is.

‘Shall we take a seat inside?’ Luna seemed very rushed today just by how she was acting.

The duo went inside the rather lush location and took a seat. The Sisterhoove’s Social Club truly was a place for the elite of Canterlot. The upper crust usually would come here for some brunch or for some social chitchat. What Luna had in mind, however, was a different story altogether.

‘Rainbow, do you know why we’re here?’ Luna said, placing her briefcase on the table.

‘I don’t know, is it for something outrageous?’ Rainbow asked, concerned about what was going to happen next.

Luna looked around to see if anyone was looking at them, to which she grabbed her right hand man by the scruff of her neck and brought her closer to her vicinity.

‘What if I told you I had two pistols and two Ski-masks in this briefcase?’ Luna whispered almost maniacally.

‘What? You can’t be serious.’ Rainbow Dash replied, trying her hardest not to shout it to the entire world.

‘Oh yeah, we’re robbing this place.’ Luna gave a deviant smirk.

‘But why here?’ Rainbow still didn’t understand what was going on.

‘Well this is the fanciest place that lands in Sombra’s territory,’ Luna explained, neatly arranging the cutlery that was pre-set before they had arrived. ‘If we steal all the money from this place, maybe break a nose or two, we’ll be sending a message, making a statement to all of Chaos.’

‘What kind of statement?’

‘That we’re ready to fight, and ready to take those fuckers out.’

‘You could’ve told me about this before, you know, instead of throwing it on me at the last second.’ Rainbow Dash’s voice began to creep up more and more with each passing sentence.

‘Well, you know what I’m like,’ Luna chuckled a little bit before she changed her expression to one more serious. ‘Here’s the plan, you go to the bathroom with the case, to get ready, once you’re in there I’ll send a message to Zekora to disable the cameras, then I follow to the bathroom shortly afterwards. After that we strike and hope for the best.’

‘You really haven’t thought this out, have you?’

‘Well, I have, you’ve just not heard it until now.’ Luna said smugly, before shooing Dash off to the Bathroom.

Rainbow Dash stood up, grabbed the briefcase and began to walk off before Luna grabbed her wrist.

‘The code, by the way, is five eight six two.’ She whispered before letting Dash go off.

Dash went into the ladies bathroom, into one of the cubicles, and placed the case on the seat of the toilet. She typed in the code and opened the case to see that Luna was right; two ski masks, two M1911 Pistols with a black coating, and a considerably large sack for the money lay inside. Rainbow pulled the mask over her face. She loaded the pistol, cocked it and placed it in her back pocket, and she waited.

Luna followed shortly after. She knocked on the cubicle door to which Dash passed the two items to her. The leader of Tantabus did the exact same things that Rainbow Dash did, except she held the pistol firm in her hands.

‘We have no cameras for ten minutes, so we’re gonna have to be efficient, in and out.’ Luna straightened up her suit as she spoke very quietly, but punctuated every syllable she spoke.

‘Gotcha, ready?’ Rainbow asked rather nervously.

‘Ready.’ Luna said with a smile on her face, kicking down the door that lead from the bathroom to the main restaurant and firing a few shots into the air.

‘Everybody get down on the ground, this is a robbery!’ Dash shouted, causing every single patron in the Sisterhoove’s Social Club to dive to the ground in terror. The innocent people screamed, cursed, or simply went into a state of absolute shock.

Luna approached the lady at the counter, who was also on the floor, almost about to cry.

‘Empty the till. Now.’ Luna chucked the sack at the cashier, who began to frantically fill it with hundreds of bits.

‘Stay on the ground!’ Dash grunted at some people who attempted to get up. Both she and Luna began to hear a phone typing sound and they twisted their heads.

‘Who’s using their phone,’ Luna said with a voice that could slice someone in two. Beginning to get annoyed, she fired a few more times in the air, making the crowd of people recoil. ‘I said who the FUCK is using their phone?!’

‘Me, I am.’ A rather scrawny teenage boy held his phone up into the air, to which Rainbow snatched it out of his hands.

‘We’re not here to hurt anyone,’ Rainbow Dash announced to the room. ‘So if you want this to be over with as soon as possible, you sit down and shut up.’

The bag now was completely filled with a good couple of thousand bits when the cashier had finished filling it. Luna picked up the bag and flung it over her shoulder in a triumphant manner.

‘Oh wait, you forgot this.’ The cashier said, and as Luna turned around she whipped out a Glock and nervously pointed it at her.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me right now.’ Luna said monotonously.

‘I will shoot!’ She whimpered, her shaky hands making it impossible for her to aim straight.

‘Are we gonna kill this bitch or?’ Rainbow asked, starting to walk to the door.

‘No,’ Luna chuckled, before aiming and shooting her in the shoulder, making her collapse in pain. ‘I’m gonna maim her instead.’

‘As the two crime lords walked to the door, Rainbow awkwardly did a casual salute and said ‘See ya.’ Before they began to sprint down the street, they quite literally jumped into Rainbow Dash’s car and they sped off as a high speed.

‘Fuck me,’ Rainbow shouted as she pulled off her ski mask. ‘That was a travesty.’

‘Travesty?’ Luna raised an eyebrow as she opened the money sack, showing hundreds upon hundreds of different bank notes, all of high value. ‘That was no travesty, Rainbow Dash.’

‘We shot a cashier in the arm,’ Dash ignored the money as she focused on the road. ‘That’s some pretty high intense shit! What if Shining Armour finds out?’

‘Who gives a fuck? Shining’s been on our asses for years! This isn’t going to turn as many heads that haven’t always been turned, Rainbow Dash.’ Luna spoke like she was the Queen of Canterlot, she truly was proud of herself.

‘Well,’ Rainbow finally relaxed herself. ‘It was pretty awesome.’

‘I know,’ Luna gave a smile as she gave her Right Hand Man a confident squeeze of the shoulder. ‘We need to go back to base and put this cash in the vault.’

‘Alright Boss.’ Dash grumbled as she turned the car around.

‘This cash is gonna help us fund our next project.’ Luna said rather deviantly, a small smirk creeping up her cheek in the process.

‘Is this the place?’ Gilda said with a groan.

‘I believe it is.’ Octavia replied sternly.

The two Goons sent by Celestia were stood outside what appeared to be a rather large house. Despite its grandness, the place couldn’t escape the problem that all residences in Canterlot suffered from, which was how dirty it was from the outside. Moss caked the walls, the lawn out front was overgrown and overpopulated by weeds, and litter from the sidewalk had also managed to migrate its way to the front of the house.

Octavia was closely examining an address that had been scribbled down in a blue pen by Twilight Sparkle, matching the addresses. And it was true. This place was the residence of Pinkimena Diane Pie. She gave a polite, rhythmic knock and the two waited.

Suddenly, the door opened, but the several chain locks attached could not make it open any more than a couple of inches. Stood there, peeping through the door, hardly resembled Pinkie in the slightest.

‘Pinkie Pie, is that you?’ Gilda asked in a slightly threatening demeanour.

‘G-Gilda, Octavia, what are you two doing here?’ Pinkie whimpered, frightened by the two of them.

‘We’re here on special request from Celestia,’ Octavia said, straightening up her bow tie. ‘May we come in?’

Pinkie in that instance slammed the door in her face. For a few seconds nothing happened, as if she had ignored their request entirely. Eventually the sound of locks being undone was heard on the other side of the door as it creaked open.

‘If you must.’ Pinkie tittered as she walked into the kitchen, ignoring the guests as they walked into the house.

Pinkie Pie was considered the biggest threat in Celestia’s Gang way back when. She was an engineer that did and still would blast out the works of Tantabus’s and Chaos’s Engineer. Even though Rarity brought a beautiful décor to the creations of Chaos, and Zekora is the top hacker in her field and builds menacing attires and weapons, nothing could stop Pinkie’s shear amount of creativity and fast pace building lethal weapons, from guns to bombs to sentries. Her armour work also topped out the work of anyone else because of how powerful the materials she could manipulate.

However, it was obvious the Woman had seen some hard times as of late. She had always been quite chunky, but it complimented her look and made her even appear quite voluptuous too. Lately, however, maybe she had been gorging on a few too many snacks, or maybe she just hasn’t been getting her usual exercise, but she had definitely increased in size, not a ridiculous amount, but so much so she had a little potbelly that stuck out like a sore thumb and jiggled a little as she walked. The rest of her body, such as her arms, legs, and breasts, had gained extra padding as well. Her usual happy go lucky air had decreased however, and her hair was straight and lank, unlike the usually out of control style it would usually adopt.

Her house was also a mess, covered in litter in hefty piles on the floor, from empty packets of food items to rotting food itself, the smell hung in the air along with the smell of cheap deodorant in a pathetic attempt to cover it up as well.

‘Do you guys want a coffee or something?’ Pinkie asked as she began to boil her old banged up kettle.

‘No thanks, I’m on detox at the moment.’ Octavia replied, neither Pinkie nor Gilda were sure whether she was being sarcastic or not, but they just rolled with it.

‘Nah, I’m alright.’ Gilda accompanied, looking in disgust at the state of the house they were currently in.

‘Alright,’ Pinkie said half-heartedly as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at her table, beckoning the two Harmony members to sit as well. ‘Well, why are you here then?’

‘Celestia needs you, man,’ Gilda shouted, somewhat trying to convince her. ‘She’s got big plans for Harmony, and she wants you to return as the Engineer.’

‘Your work was quite impressive, I must admit.’ Octavia twiddled her thumbs on the table as she spoke.

‘Ohhhhh welllll,’ Pinkie blushed a little at the compliments, but concealed it well. ‘That’s not my thing anymore, you know. I have a job, a job that doesn’t put me on any hit list.’

‘Where do you work?’ Gilda asked, rudely folding her arms and giving the large girl a judging look.

‘Sugar Cube Corner, it’s not great pay, but the perks are nice.’ Pinkie gave a little forced smile.

‘Pinkimena, may I ask you something?’ Octavia requested, clearing her throat in the process.

‘Go ahead.’ Pinkie braced herself for the worst.

‘If you’re so confident in all of this, why do you have so many locks on your door?’ Octavia raised a little cocky eyebrow.

‘Well, I mean, erm…’

‘Wait, Pinkie, you’re not scared of something, are you?’ Gilda chuckled like an immature five year old, noticing Pinkie’s growing anxiety.
Suddenly, the poor girl snapped under the pressure.

‘Okay, yes, I am scared. I’m scared that one of those blood-crazed thugs is going to kick down my door with a shotgun and will shoot my fucking face off! I go to work, sure, but I never go out at all, I never socialise, I don’t have any friends because Celestia has essentially fucked up my life!’ She broke down into tears as Gilda and Octavia watched on awkwardly.

‘But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?’ Octavia tacked on to the end of Pinkie’s meltdown, watching Gilda look at her and just shrug.

There was a silence for another couple seconds, as Pinkie made some attempt to wipe her tears.

‘Yeah, I did,’ She said nostalgically, giving a hopeful look. ‘I enjoyed it a lot. But I can’t afford to go back to that lifestyle, because I don’t want my Mom and Dad to find out one day that I’ve died in some horrific shootout or explosion.’

‘You won’t though,’ Gilda said with motivation, which was unlike her usual pessimistic attitude. ‘Harmony always has your back, especially for Celestia’s personal Engineer!’

‘The truth is that we sincerely need you for this operation at hand, and your craftsmanship is unlike anyone else in Canterlot.’ Octavia, no matter the situation, spoke with elegance and dignity, even when trying to hire someone to join a massive street gang.

‘I’m not sure I can,’ Pinkie held her bloated stomach for a second. ‘I’m not exactly in tip top shape, am I?’

‘You’re just coming up with excuses now…’ Gilda rolled her eyes.

‘I am not! I just don’t want to go back, it’s not my scene anymore.’ Pinkie failed to make eye contact with the girls, as Octavia got up.

‘I don’t want to stay here any longer than we need to, otherwise we’ll just be sounding like broken records by this point,’ she stated to Gilda, who got up as well. Octavia tossed a small black card on the table. ‘There’s my card, don’t be afraid to give me a call if you need any help.’

‘Thank you,’ Pinkie picked it up reluctantly. ‘I’m sorry, you guys.’

‘It’s fine.’ Gilda huffed, knowing the amount of arguing that will happen when she tells the rest of Harmony the news.

‘See you soon, Pinkie.’ Octavia smiled courteously, nodding her head.

‘Alright, guys.’ Pinkie smiled genuinely, wiping away the last of her tears.

As Gilda and Octavia left the house together, the former gave the latter a perplexed look.

‘What do you mean by “see you soon”?’ She asked.

‘Well, I’ve seen this happen a lot of times before,’ Octavia started to explain as they got into her car. ‘Usually when you recruit someone that’s rather reluctant but says no, you leave them for a little while and then lo and behold they change their mind and want to do it.’

‘Where did you get that idea from?’ Gilda was impressed at her partner’s idea.

‘I saw it in a movie once.’ Octavia said as she started the engine.

‘Oh cool, which movie?’

‘It’s in every movie. Ever.’ Octavia rolled her eyes as the duo cruised off back to the base.

Ever since the raid of the Sisterhoove’s Social Club, news of it had spread like wildfire. From the patrons that were there when it happened, to the police, to passers-by, to none other than Starlight Glimmer.

Starlight had been on her first drug dealing shift that afternoon when she had heard of the news, and since she seemed like making an impression on Sombra would be the best thing to do, she sprinted back to the Chaos Hideout to tell him the news.

The rather interesting thing about the location of Chaos’s activities is that it is underground, promoting use of the sewer line to actually get to it. The base was a network of tunnels that stemmed to twenty feet below the streets of Canterlot. These places were locations that would’ve been used as dungeons or for mining excavation hundreds of years ago, but have since come in handy for any member of Chaos to hide sneakily and manoeuvre their way to any location in the city.

Starlight ran into a side street where she located the man hole cover she had used to frequently enter the base of her gang. Even if she was the newest member of Chaos, she had a cunning whit about her, and a rather sneaky psychology that has the potential to start a fully-fledged gang war if she had the balls to do it. Her black tank top and jeans were stained dirty due to the revolting mess of the sewer, but she got used to the smell after a while.

‘Now it’s left, left, right, left, right and then just go straight ahead.’ Starlight Glimmer muttered to herself, attempting to navigate the snaking system of large pipes. She took her predetermined route, which fortunately lead her to the main room. The main hall was respectively large for the location it was in, constructed with heavy-duty concrete and iron, and artificial lighting being the only way to see, mostly consisting of lamps.

Sombra stood with his second in command, Discord, discussing the plans that he had talked about with Rarity that morning. Starlight decided to stand back and wait for a moment, noticing the gang symbol on the ‘King’s chest . Chaos was considered the most controversial in the way they brand themselves, as it was a ritual to have the shape of a heart in two halves carved into your skin, scarring over to make a brand. Sombra started it off himself by use of a dagger-like knife that would never be washed since. Meaning every other member to get the carving would also stain the knife with their blood. As each new branding would be made, the blood from those who had been branded before would enter their system. Sombra believed this connected the gang in a unique form of a blood pact.

Starlight decided that she had waited long enough and stepped forward, clearing her throat to get her Bosses attention.

‘Boss?’ She asked rather reluctantly.

‘What is it Starlight?’ Sombra asked, hardly getting his attention in the slightest.

‘There was a robbery at the Sisterhoove’s Social Club today. It’s believed that one of the other gangs has pulled it off.’

Sombra’s face twisted from contempt to one of annoyance. He looked up, his eyes almost appearing as if they were blazing neon green.

‘How many committed it and how much was taken?’ He asked Starlight, his muscles tensing as he spoke.

‘I think there were two, but they were in Ski Masks, and rumour is they sucked the shop dry.’ Starlight said quite confidently, this was sure to get her on Sombra’s good side.

‘Tantabus, without a doubt,’ a tall, older man piped up to the right of Sombra, no doubt being the wise, albeit connived voice of Discord. ‘When Harmony attacks, they do it all guns blazing and get everyone they have. Tantabus on the other hand, do subtle attacks with very little planning time.’

‘It will have been Luna and Rainbow Dash that’ll have set this off.’ Sombra’s voice was creeping up, he was trying his best to conceal his anger at this point.

‘What do we do?’ Starlight asked, wanting to get in on the evil scheming.

The trio pondered for a second, until Discord decided to speak up.

‘We need to do something that will tell them not to fuck with us, that we’re not just here to get pushed around like children.’

Suddenly a smile crept up onto Sombra’s face. He knew exactly what he had in mind.

‘I have a little request for Rarity when she returns.’ He said with a small chuckle, which built up to an evil maniacal laughter. The bone-chilling sound rattled and echoed throughout the many various pipes of the sewer.

This plan would truly make more than a point. It could even start the beginning of the end.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was almost on its way to creeping into the horizon. Octavia was doing the only thing she ever found interesting when she was bored and did not have her signature cello on her, she was rebuilding and dismantling her favourite Sniper Rifle, over and over again. Sometimes a little faster, sometimes a little slower, but that’s what the Black haired woman did as some kind of way to pass the time. Gilda was sat next to her, with her dirty yellow boots kicked up onto a counter of some sorts.

Suddenly Octavia’s phone began to vibrate violently in her Tuxedo pocket, she put down her rifle midway through assembling and answered the call:

‘Hello… Octavia speaking… Alright… Good… What time? Now? Sure. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Ciao!’

After hanging up she then proceeded to dismantle the rest of the rifle and pulled out her car keys. Octavia turned to Gilda and gave a hearty chuckle, winking at her.

‘Wait, seriously?’ Gilda asked whilst gobsmacked.

‘Yeah, seriously,’ Octavia started to walk towards the entrance of Harmony’s base, twirling her keys with her forefinger.

‘Awww fuck yeah!’ Gilda punched the air with her fists, giving the widest grin she had given all day.

‘I know, I can’t believe it myself to be honest,’ Octavia gave a warm smile as she turned around in the doorway. ‘I shouldn’t be any longer than twenty minutes.

Now, if you don’t mind me, I have a certain Party Planner to pick up.’