Thousands Of Feet March To a Beat

I-m *--static--* Apple, *--static--* of Applejack Apple, The Element Of Honesty. A commandant in Princess Celestia's Golden Battalion.

*Gunshots from the background*

The Siege Of Stalliongrad has lasted for over four months, and the winter is already there. The Lunatics have trapped us in, and we're rapidly running out of food. We've tried breaking the blockade several times, without a success, and our morale has broken.

*Noises are starting to close in*

The rare days we get hay, the journey across the ruins is too hard for many weary and starving ponies, ending up being their last voyage.
Some, in desperation, have resorted doing some . . . Very sick things.

*The room is shaken by an explosion*

*--static--*. Despair, *--static--*.... The changelings must feel like this.
Before we slaughter them. They aren't even guilty. Those who are died years ago. They don't deserve that. Nobody does. But what could i have done? I've always been a coward. Only Queen Galaktia may judge me. And she doesn't need to. For i am guilty and i know it. I should have known this before joining this bandit army, but after Applejack's death i couldn't think straight and all i wanted was blood. I know not whether this is hell or purgatory, but it isn't like this matters. Nothing matters anymore. It's too late for an epiphany.

My squad's mission is..... was....... To help the *--static--* to guard the seed vault, which we'll need after the war to replace the fields that were destroyed. We starved ourselves - and the civilians - for our fillies, for their future. I killed a mare, with a shovel, when she broke in through the window, and many of my soldiers after hunger started driving them mad and they turned on me. I can't protect this place alone, not anymore. I too am too broken.

All my friends are already gone, and i'll be with them soon. Maybe. One can always hope even if it won't do any good.
I can already see her face.
Are you waiting for me here, Scootaloo..?

There is no heaven for sinners like us, and after i am gone, nobody will even know i ever existed. While i have grown disillusioned over these weeks, i'm already damned, and all i have left is my oath. My honor *--static--* my loyalty.

*Banging and shouting from the doors*

The citizens are there now. I would have kept on fighting, had my strenght not betrayed me. I can't go down in a blaze of glory like a GB officer should. For that, my princess, my god, i beg your forgiveness.

*The noise grows louder*
*The speaker draws a heavy breath, a gun cocks*

For the throne and empire.
Down with the moon and up with the sun.

*Speaker sniffles quietly*

I'm so, so sorry. Applejack, everybody. May Queen Galaktia absolve us all.

*A gunshot, followed by a splashing sound*

*--static--*