Manehattan, New Yoke. 5:30am 2005 BLR (Before Luna's Return)

:PROLOGUE:

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The screaming call of the alarm clock roused me from my dreams, dreams that continued to call me back, sadly I had no choice. With a drousy groan and clumbsily flailed my foreleg at the offending machine that woke the otherwise pieceful rest that nestled me sweetly like a kind, loving mare would her foal.

Several flops of said appendage quickly turned into frustrated swipes as I growled in annoyance. I rolled my head out of my pillow enough for my eye to open, spotting my arch nemesis!

The alarm clock that woke me each morning, it was into its 50th maybe even 80th blare with its screeching call, the antithisis of a siren's call that took me away from my sleep.

"Oh you, I swear you were built to be my enemy!" I grumbled, though most of it was muffled inside my pillow. With a grunt my hoof slammed down on the offending device just as it reached its 100th call.

"Gotcha!" I couldn't help but grin as I slowly got up from bed.

My arch nemesis defeated for yet another morning, I slowly climbed out of my cot in the corner of my tiny apartment, lumbering like a dragon fattened up on the royal treasury of canterlot and maybe a pony or two, clicking on the television I sulked to make myself some breakfast while on television, the news pony on television rambled.

"Another royal guard has been slain by the crime lord, known only as 'Vector Sigma'," The news anchor, a mare with a blond mane, done up in a cute ponytail on the side, green eyes with a blue coat, she wore a blue dress which covered her coat, no horn and no sign of wings being covered, I was certain she was a Earth Pony like I am.

"The reports say while robbing the manehattan Museum of Magical history, A royal guard by the name of Shimmering Coast, was shot by magic bolts," The reporter the city knew well as Open Mic, said as she held a sad frown. "Shimmering Coast, as well as his partner and brother, Shimmering Isle, were sent to the museum to guard a precius royal gem, the moon stone. Both are now in the hospital."

An image of a royal blue gem with a diamond cresent moon appeared next to the city's favorite reporter. I had to admit everypony had a crush on her, even the straightest of mares.

"In Canterlot, our Princess Celestia was asked for a comment, she had the following to say..." Open Mic said before video of the Princess of Day and Night appeared on screen.

Princess Celestia who I'll be honest, I never cared one bit for her opinion, where was she when these guards were hurt, where was she when my friends were hurt?

"This mindless and brutal crime will NOT stand!" The Princess said with a stomp of her hooves, "I have known these stallions personally, as I know the names of all my little ponies!"

"Pfft, yeah right." I muttered as I ate my spoonful of chocoa poofs, taking a moment to check the box for a prize, perking my ear to listen to the princess's words.

"This pony, this Vector Sigma, WILL be brought to justice!" Celestia continued on, droning about friendship and magic, or some drivel as I found my quary, a toy Prowl.

"YES!" I cheared, Indeed I was a collector, See Prowl was one of the main characters of the 1984 Cartoon The Ponyformers, Robot ponies called the Autotrots from the planet Cybertrot, fighting an unending war against the evil forces of the Decepticoats.

I had the whole lot of Autotrots and Decepticoats, All but Autotrot Prowl, he transformed into a police chariot!

"And this is just in," Open Mic said as she read a paper brought to her. "Shimmering Coast's brother, Shimmering Isle, has passed away." She said, lowering the paper and closing her eyes, "To both ponies family and friends, I hope my words of condolences are welcome to you as I say, I am sorry and will pray for their souls."

That was the difference between Celestia and Open Mic, when Celestia said something, Friendship and all that crap came following, as well as promise for a better day, but Open Mic cared, she was the city's favorite, she was the city's Princess even. If she sprouted a horn and Wings I'd gladly bow to her. It helped too she would actually cry when we lost a citizen to violence.

"In other news," she said slowly, whiping a tear. "The city's mayor, Filed Forms, has decreed a new defence program in the works, he has contracted a private corperation, Cyber-Pony-Technologies, CPT, in short, for a new security system be impliment, while the mayor had nothing to say on the matter, CPT's CEO, and Owner, Iron Fetloc had this to say."

On the screen a most peculier pony appear, he was grey in color with a steel grey mane, green eyes, and where it not for his large black cloak covering his whole body I would say more, but what caught my eye is his left foreleg. it was silver.

"A metal foreleg?" I asked myself, watching the screen, I wasn't even listening to the babble he was saying, his left foreleg caught my attention. "Prosthetic maybe?"

"---And it is with extreme hopes the new project will aid this city with its violence issues. Vector Sigma, and all other criminals will fall! Peace will reign once more in this city!" He said in a booming voice, it was raspy, one that has aged and weathered like a wind through the mountains, he wasn't an old pony. it reminded me of Megatrot in a way. "I grew up in this city, I wish to see it back to the way it was, before crime poluted its streets."

With that, I gave a sigh. "Well, I guess I best get to the streets myself."

Getting up I put away my dishes, and honestly did nothing more, I never cleaned my appartment, it was always a mess. Cloths, Uniforms, and dishes stockpiled everywhere.

I made my way to the bathroom, looking myself in the mirror, If there was a more avarage Earth Pony mare in Equestria, well it wasn't me, I was well below avarage, pathetic more like it.

Getting to work I brushed out my gunmetal grey coat, cleaning off the dirt from my cutie mark, a baton and pair of handcuffs, I then combed my cobolt blue mane, and cleared the sleep crust out of my light blue eyes.

"There," I said with a sigh as I did my main in a professional ponytail and began to sift through my basket for a clean uniform. sniffing each one if it was clean.

Sniff. "No." Toss...

Sniff. "No," Toss.....

Sniff. "GMMPH!.... GLUGH..." I gave that uniform a quick toss as I tried desperately not to vomit my breakfast. "NO!"

Picking up the last uniform I had, I gave it a reluctant sniff.

Sniff sniff.... sniff. "Hey!" I said with a smile. "We've got a winner!"

Putting on my uniform I made my way to the mirror, grabbing my uniform hat and straightened my badge. My name stated proudly on its reflective gold surface.

"Officer, Silver Blue! Reporting for duty." I said with a smile, looking at my now cleaned up self.

Author's Note

This is the prologue, just to set the scene, if your wondering, this is six years before Luna's return, I image Blue is around her thirties.

Blue's reason that she don't like Celestia much will come along later in the story. It's not because she hates her, It's similar to a Citizen of a state and their views of a politician.

For those wondering, wile the story mostly takes place from Blue's perceptive, it's going to change to other perspectives later on. I got the idea reading Dracula.