The Lunar Revolution

The Lunar Revolution

By: Kuroyami Fukaikuro

I STILL DON’T OWN ANYTHING

A/N: ‘Sup. Twi and the gang get some shit done in this chapter. Also, I gave up on writing a southern accent for Applejack. Just imagine that she’s talking like she does in the show. Oh, and most of the second half of this chapter is filler.

Chapter Five: Job, GET!

Princess Celestia entered the meeting room the day after she visited Luna and Dante(‘s cryofrozen body).

“Hello everyone. Thank you for coming again. Today, you all get your assignments.” She said.

“Wait, Princess,” Dash said, “I thought our job was to was to protect you.”

“When I’m in public or in some form of combat, yes. But most of the time, I’m in the castle, protected by an army. But I can’t have you here to just do nothing, so unless I participate in some public event or there is an emergency, you all will get assignments.”

“Alright then Princess, what are our jobs?” Twilight asked.

“Applejack, you will be the General of the ground forces.” AJ nodded at this. “Rainbow Dash, you will be the General of the Royal Air Force. The Wonder Bolts are under your command.”

“WHAT! Me? In command of the Wonder Bolts? But… they’re awesome!”

“Yes, but have you seen their combat record? Like when they were supposed to deal with Spike? Honestly… And you helped save Equestria multiple times already. Your combat record is much more impressive than the Wonder Bolts. Also, you’re the only pony, er, person now, that has ever managed to perform a Sonic Rainboom since the original performer, Monochrome Blitz.” Rainbow practically glowed as Celestia continued to boost her self-esteem.

“A-Alright. If you say so Princess.”

“Now, to continue… Rarity, you will be General of Espionage and Intelligence Gathering. Pinkie Pie, your innovative side will be put to use, as you will be the head of Research and Development.”

“Oki dokie loki!” While Pinkie wasn’t the first person you’d think of, she was extremely innovative; she once used three twigs and two quarts of water to pull a prank (commissioned by Rarity) that ended with Blueblood holding on to a vine to keep himself out of a mud pit. And everyone knew of her extreme endurance (for lack of a better word); she would continue to create things even after repeated failures.

“Fluttershy, you will be in charge of the Royal Hospital. I’m sure that your being there will speed up the recovery rate considerably.”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure I’ll be that much of a help, but, um, I’ll do my best,” she said in her loudest whisper.

“Twilight, you will be the uniting force behind everyone, the organizer.” Celestia looked at the others. “Any and all progress reports will be given to Twilight to check. All strategies, attack plans, etc. will be given to Twilight for approval before she gives them to me for an expert opinion. Not that you’re not smart Twilight, but I have a thousand more years of experience than you. Your official rank is Grand Admiral.”

“I understand, Princess.”

“Your duties begin after lunch. For extra information, here are dossier’s outlining your jobs’ specifics. Your first ‘guard duty’ will be in two weeks when the King of the Griffons, the Dragon Elder, Zecora’s father, and Little Strongheart, visit to represent their races and negotiate with us.”

“Wait, Little Strongheart? Not Chief Thunderhooves?” Dash asked.

Celestia lowered her head. “Unfortunately, he was killed during the First Battle for Appleoosa. Exactly who killed him is still a mystery, despite that same soldier massacring the rest of our army there and killing Sheriff Silverstar. Hopefully, this will aid in convincing them to join us.”

“Well, it’s good that we can see her again.”

Twilight spoke up. “Wait, you said that Zecora’s father will represent the Zebras? Where do they live? And who is he?”

“They live in the land that General Hurricane and the others left. They single hoofedly defeated the Windigoes with their variation of magic. It helped that they were very community oriented. His identity however, is unknown. He is an enigma. We don’t even know the name for his official position. Hopefully, Rarity’s influence in the Espionage department will help there.”

“What about the Dragons and Griffons?”

“The Dragon Elder is virtually impossible to find, mostly due to their nomadic nature. And the Griffons… They have been in a closed state in a land beyond the Zebra’s, high in the mountains. And those mountains are HUGE. I once sent the Wonder Bolts up there to try and find them- they returned tired, injured, and scared, and they didn’t even meet a single Griffon! They still won’t tell me what happened. Hopefully, Rainbow Dash, you can restore their confidence and fighting ability, to the point where they can reattempt to fly up those mountains.”

“I could just fly there myse-” Rainbow Dash began.

“No, you are needed here. I have no doubt that you could, at the very least, meet a Griffon, but your talents cannot be wasted.” Dash nodded in understanding of Celestia’s decision.

“Princess,” Twilight cautiously began, “what about… him?” the room quieted down and all heads turned towards Celestia.

“I sent an envoy bearing a peace treaty to him. In response, he sent me back their heads, via King Forest Ape. No really, its arm crashed through my bedroom window three weeks ago, and dropped the heads on my bed at my feet. I killed it.” Not even Fluttershy was shocked that an animal’s life had been taken. After all, you just don’t mess with the Princess!

“Very well, we should prepare for our assignments.” Twilight said. Celestia nodded, and they got up to leave. When they reached the hallway, Rarity spoke up.

“Hey Twilight, where’s Spike? Shouldn’t he help you with your duties?”

“Well, about two months ago, he reached adolescence. Apparently, with adolescence comes a desire for violence regardless of the dragon’s character before-hoof. As I told you, the plan was activated because the Trotsylvanian’s have allied with Nightmare, proven by their assassination attempt. So I sent him to burn the town to the ground. He’s rather big now, about half as tall as the old library. I doubt he’s useful as an assistant anymore.”

“I see.”

They all went their separate ways.

…

AJ’s Army (If you can think of a better name for all of the teams, tell me please!)

Applejack went down the stairs and opened the door to view the basic training camp that she was in charge of. She walked up to a podium. “ATTENTION!” she shouted. Everyone in the area lined up in front of her. “NEW RECRUITS OVER THERE! EXPERIENCED SOLDIERS OVER THERE! ALRIGHT GRUNTS! PRINCESS CELESTIA TOLD ME THAT I’M IN CHARGE OF TRAINING YOU AND MANAGING YOUR MISSIONS! WHILE I ORGANIZE YOUR TRAINING EXCERSIZES, YOU EXPERIENCED SOLDIERS, PARTNER UP AND TEACH THE GRUNTS! DISSMISSED!” With training the grunts out of the way, she walked into the office and looked at her assigned secretary. “…Octavia? You can fight?”

“Just because playing music is my profession, does not mean I can’t kick someone’s plot! When I was young, before I was famous, I was actually pretty poor… and a poor pony on the streets of Canterlot has to learn to fight to protect themselves. Just because it’s the capital of Equestria, doesn’t mean it’s perfect.”

“Whatever, but how’s your skill in training people?”

“Why don’t we demonstrate my skill in front of the troops?”

Applejack smiled. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”

…

Dash’s Army

Rainbow breathed in and out repeatedly. “Okay Dash, you can do this. You’re actually better than they are, despite all the hype you put on them. The Princess said so herself.” She breathed in slowly, then opened the door. She was greeted by the sight of three hundred people with wings. They were separated in hundreds, and a member of the Wonder Bolts stood in front of them.

“Oh hey!” A person who was obviously Spitfire said. “I told you Soarin, she’d make Dash in charge of us.”

“Y-You know my NAME?!”

“Um, yeah, of course we know the name of the fastest flyer in Equestria.”

“But-But you’re the Wonder Bolts!”

“Just ‘cause we’re the Wonder Bolts doesn’t mean we’re the best. The Princess probably reminded you of the ‘Spike Incident’. Well, she’s right. We have a horrible combat record. I’m sure you know, there used to be more than just three of us. Well, it’s just us now. And it’s your job to-”

Dash got serious. “I quote, ‘Bring you up to speed’. So let’s get started. When I’m done with you, all of you grunts will be at Wonder Bolt level, and you Wonder Bolts will be close to my level.” She pushed a button, and the hangar doors opened. “Three mile speed flight. The ten people who gets closest to my fastest time of one minute gets to eat tonight. BEGIN!”

Three hundred and three people raced out the doors on their wings.

…

RARISPY!

Rarity decided to test the detection skills of her assigned protégé’s. She pulled out a scarf that she had made with a special fabric that allowed it to be imbued with magic. She filled it with cloaking magic and put it on. Instantly she vanished to the naked eye. She carefully observed the door, and walked in at the moment that another person walked in. She looked at the people she was in charge of. She very slightly moved a vase about one inch to the left of a stack of papers. A man with slightly grayed hair and a similarly colored mustache noticed this and yelled, “GET DOWN!” Immediately all of the people in the room jumped to the ground.

Rarity removed her scarf and said, “Rather impressive that you noticed that.”

“You need a sharp eye to work in the fashion industry.” He replied.

“Well done, Fancy Pants. But while you have the observant eye, do you have the physical capabilities for espionage?”

He responded by throwing sowing needles in her direction. She caught each needle between her fingers without messing up her manicure. “Wonderful! You can help me train the others! But why did you think that the vase moving was a sign of danger?”

“No one was near it, there’s no draft in here, and there was no tremor or other explanation for it moving.” Rarity turned to her pupils. “This is the mindset you need for espionage. You must be observant, and able to think extremely quickly. Of course, a fast mind is useless if your body isn’t able to keep up. Over lunch, I thought of a simply perfect training regimen for us members of the spy class.

“First up, an endurance run!” Half of the room groaned. “For those of you that can use magic, you must still do this! While teleportation is a useful spell, it is extremely draining, and can tire you out quickly if you overuse it, which is why it’s a horrible idea when you’re escaping with information. For those of you that don’t know, teleportation doesn’t actually move you from one place to another; it causes you to move faster, beyond the range of sight for most people. Be wary using it in front of powerful foes, because they might see you. Of course, when sneaking in, it might be useful. But not everyone here can do magic, which is why I will train you. Now run! Around the base three times. The first ten back get uniforms specially designed by me. With magic of your choice that Admiral Sparkle will imbue into it.”

“How do you know she’ll take the time to imbue the suits with magic?” a random person asked.

Rarity smirked. “Let’s just say, she owes me one.” Her protégés ran out.

…

(New) Fluttershy’s EMT’s

The Royal Hospital was Chaos Personified. People were running around the place, papers were flying, and the sounds of pain prevented any attempt at thinking.

And the blood… Dear Celestia, the blood was EVERYWHERE!

Fluttershy only took two steps into the room before fainting.

…

She awoke in a hospital bed, with the curtains drawn. She could hear a voice on the other side.

“I told the Princess that she couldn’t handle this level of injuries! She can’t heal anyone, she can’t even look at a patient!” there was the sound of crashing, and a voice began to calm him down.

“The Princess wouldn’t make a mistake. If she gave her this position, then there must be something she can do.”

“If she can’t treat patients, then she can just clean bedpans! I don’t need someone useless in this hospital!”

Fluttershy began to have a mental argument with herself. He’s right, I’m useless.

DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE! Another voice yelled at her. I’m embarrassed to share the same body with someone as weak as you!

Wait, please…

WHAT?!

This hospital needs our help, but I can’t operate on the patients… why don’t you control our body while I tell you what to do?

Fine by me. Just stay out of my way when it comes to the serious stuff!

O-Okay.

New Fluttershy ripped open the curtains and casually strolled over to the doctor, who had a shocked expression on his face.

She picked him up and threw him against the wall. She walked up to him and gave him the stare. “I’m in control here, and you report to ME! Do you UNDERSTAND?!” she yelled.

“Y-Yes,” the doctor whimpered, “Yes ma’am.” As she left to observe the patients’ conditions, the doctor rubbed the back of his head and groaned inwardly. This is gonna be a pain...

…

Pinkie’s P.A.R.T.Y.

Pinkie Pie skipped along the hallway, humming loudly. She reached a door that said, ‘Research and Development’. She opened it, revealing a long flight of stairs downwards. She cheerfully hopped over the railing and fell twelve stories before kicking another rail, slowing herself down, and gracefully landing on her feet. There was another door in front of her. She opened it- and received an explosion to her face, blasting her hair straight. Defying logic, it quickly puffed back to normal.

She calmly walked into the room, observing the work of the people under her care. They were all over the place, working on things, looking at designs, discussing, and a few were playing games. Wait, playing games? They weren’t supposed to do that!

“Um, excuse me?” Pinkie got the attention of everyone in the room. “By the order of Princess Celestia, I’m in charge now! Yay! We should throw a party to celebrate!”

Exactly three-fourths of the room scoffed. One man, with a messy hairstyle, glasses, and a slight lisp, stepped forward. “We don’t have time to party. Thish ish important shtuff we’re working on, mish…?”

“Pinkie Pie!”

“Mish Pinkie, we’re working on shome delicate shtuff here.”

“Oh okay, but can you at least help me improve my party cannon, to weaponize-”

He scoffed again and turned away. “We don’t have time to work on shuch childish shtuff-” He stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a cold aura behind him. He slowly turned around.

Pinkie Pie was smiling.

It was the scariest thing he had ever seen.

“Mister…?”

He gulped. “Pythagoreash.”

“Mister Pythagoreas. I’m in charge here. You will do as I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yesh ma’am.”

“Great! So, I was working on a design to improve the Party Cannon...”

Dear Celestia[/i[, he thought, *with these designs, she’s going to kill us all.*

…

Twilight and Celestia Chat

Twilight eased into the armchair in Celestia’s office. She raised her wine glass. “A toast, to the success of the Solar Empire.”

“May it last forever.” They laughed, and drank.

“Princess,” Twilight asked, “do you really need the support of the Griffons, Zebras, Buffalos, Dragons, and Him?”

Celestia laughed. “Of course not! I just need them all in one place so I can take care of them all at once!”

“Won’t their armies come looking for them?”

“I said take care of them, not kill them! They’ll be prisoners of war. We don’t need the help of barbarians! Nightmare moon might have an open technological advantage, but we have better tech, and more magicians.”

Twilight once again raised her glass. “To the Solar Empire; may it be eternal, like its princess!”

Celestia tapped her glass to Twilights and they drank.

They were so engrossed in each other’s company, and so drunk, that they didn’t notice the person in the vents above them, recording their conversation.

End of Chapter Five.

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A/N: Sorry I haven’t updated in a while.