Song for Chapter When the week go marching in

There was only one more breach in the day, a far shorter five wave breach then with the shifting of Queen Daybreaker’s sun the evening twilight put to rest the dead eyes first It would only be with the setting of the sun that the living faces would go to sleep as well but as far as Tarbuck cared his work was over. He was about to call out to the troops to dismiss them, but someone beat him to the punch.

“All right ladies go powder yourself up and get yourself some grub and get plenty of rest for tomorrow’s rehearsal” Blue Biscuits mocked them.

“Please wait Blue we still need the commissar's permission” her flat look told him what She thought of that.

The commissar was still there but seemed content as always to shuffle lower work on lower ranked ponies. He was still obsessed with his white stopwatch, his horn lit up with a silver glow as he noted down their timing that they had during the day on a notepad that he had tugged out of one of his vest pockets. It also had a stark white cover matching his beloved goddess to Tarbuck’s amusement.

He didn't seem to have noticed them.

“Commissar, do we have your permission to go up and gather food for our dinner” Tarbuck Repeated the amusement brutally murdered in its cradle.

The commissar’s pale eye that could see nothing still flicked up in his direction His sense of hearing clearly unbothered by his burnt ear. He did not give a verbal response but slowly nodded his head.

“You heard the grumpy pants recesses started!” Blue Biscuits Pointed forward and the front line disbanded up the spiral that led to the surface.

Sometimes Tarbuck couldn't believe her bravado, what was more shocking to him that the commissar even put up with it. Still, he took off his white cap as all the other frontliners had and hooked it on the belt they had and made his way out of the pit of hell. He set himself at a steady cadence up the rugged path that hugged the valley wall’s left side and began observing the lines above theirs.

They were separated into three easily divisible sections the convicts who chose to go to the pit instead of choosing death, The poor families who couldn't pay their state taxes mostly fathers and then mothers and then their children who turned into the crooks, finally those dishonored nobles who he knew was Blue Biscuits group. This made up the front line, the second line, and the third line.

The qualitative leap in equipment from the first section to the second was astounding as they had actual SCP mana barrels aim down at the hell gate, this is where the merchants go to get some battle experience or earn their entry into Equestria if they're from out of state. It also is not out of character to see a politician here trying to get into the noble houses. Speaking of which, this is also where the lowest nobles go, not having enough favors for the closer spots to the main houses. This made up the fourth line, Fifth line, and Sixth line.

Ragged frontliners with their burnt marshmallow white caps in comparison to the third sections were comparing paupers to princesses. Tabards of white and various colors stood proudly in the downward gust that came from the Valley's entrance giving a majestic feeling to the six main houses that laid claim to the hell pit.

Someone jabbed his side, and turning from the nobles’ mini kingdom the hill green eyes of Maverick Tone met his. The Trottinghamer snuck on him amongst the sea of hunger liners.

“u Jobber Where whast ya Promise me and me boys, We wer goo liit fukwats for ya ta enti wek?” His lips snarled but his eyes glinted with greed.

Tarbuck’s Pitch eyes hardened, and he reached into his personalized cap and pulled out three suspiciously wrapped packages. They were Noble Grade MJRs (Magic Jam Rations) highly illegal for criminals like them, Maverick gleefully took them, and the coal stallion coolly watched the other stallion stash them in his cap.

“leasure doing bisness wit ya Lafer” The smuggler made his way back to Ruined Sheet, and … A purple mare he didn’t know the name of huh. His compulsion needs to know the name he was about call the crude stallion back and interrogate, I mean ask the name of that mare. When a familiar voice spoke up from his left his eyes instinctively turned saw it was Blue Biscuit and was about to shush her when he realized that in that brief few seconds the purple mare was gone along with her boss.

He deflated and turned his head half-heartedly down to the blue bitch.

“Cock Blocked ya huh?” She sniggered her cap jostling on her head.

“Look you know I just wanted to know her name… you wouldn't happen to know it would you?” His black eyes weren’t good for begging, but he gave it a shot.

“Fraid not Casanova, I'm more interested in how our fellow enjoyed the bread”

He grumbled to himself but gave the proper response.

“With bombast aplomb Biscuits” Tarbuck said in the flattest tone he could find.

She raised her nose up into the air and the two of them were lagging behind the herd about to reach the valley’s entrance.

“Tell him that the Baker needs more dough for the cookies” she retorted

They were running out of ingredients, well this put a wrinkle in his nice relaxing night. The stallion sighed.

“Can he check the pot for more flour” Tarbuck is really hoping that she was just being overly cautious near the guards at the front gate.

The lower ranked sergeants only had white and gold armor and the Gate Guardian sitting on top of the gate had red and white armor, a Royal Templar. Noctis Rush had a resting bitchface that couldn't be hidden by her centurion like helmet and the flare of her bat wings kind of gave that away. Of course, the blades that lay parallel to her wings that could detach and be launched like Spears would also suggest that.

Her eyes scanned the crowd of convicts and poor peasants and her slit eyes locked on to the one pony still wearing their cap. She waved one of her greave hooves to one of her subordinates and he started cranking the gate open the iron bars raised smoothly and silently letting the dead out of Tartarus. Tarbuck was surprised that they made it past the gates so easil-.

“If the one pony that is still wearing their cap could please stay behind.” Noctis’ scratchy voice started and immediately put to rest his hopes that this was gonna be quick.

The herd of ponies who had their hats on their hooks at their side immediately started rushing through the gate leaving both Tarbuck and Blue Biscuit to stand in front of an array of guards. New recruits for the front lines are a common sight to come to the gate. New recruits for the gate on the other hand only happened every few years so this surprised no one.

With a soft thump the bat pony descends the armor barely made more than a clack as Noctis walked up to both.

“Tarbuck please leave” Blue Biscuits said simply Her stance loose an easy smile on her lips.

“Not a chance bitch” was his quiet rebuke.

The Royal Templar made her way forward and with long practice immediately socked Blue Biscuits in the face. A bruise formed on her face. The caps were cheap things for dead ponies, so it flew from her head. Burn marks on the front aren't exactly an odd thing simply being near the lava dehydrated them. The word traitor burnt into her skull with a brand was anything but an accident.

“Seems like you're still the same bitch as you were yesterday had to check to make sure you weren't a changeling. What a shame.” Noctis said starting to circle Blue Biscuits laid out form.

“Though it does make sense considering that Garrote -HAH- trusted you” The blue mare on the ground was about to get back up when Noctis bucked her side, and the sound of gasping filled the air as the mare was launched near the valley walls.

“Why would they want to copy an incompetent piece of shit.” She started walking over to the downed pony.

Tarbuck shifted and in a blink a lance of cold iron hung in front of his right eye. One of the slots where the blades rested was vacant. Noctis turned her head over her left shoulder and stared curiously at him.

“Still here Hun, you mind waiting like usual?”

She turned back to Blue the blade hanging mere millimeters from his eye, His heart should have been beating out of control, Mind frazzled beyond rational thought. Yet like the monster that he was Tarbuck felt nothing. The commissar could kill him and there be no consequences for the commissar, a noble could kill him and there be no consequences for the noble. The Royal Templar could kill him in front of Daybreaker herself and she would at minimum be amused.

“sah Ths wy muther left fathtter” Blue Biscuits muttered through bloody lips.

Tarbuck had heard a lot of insults leave the blue mare’s mouth in his life, but this is the one that would kill her.

The Royal Templar’s Blades flashed out all except the one in front of his eye and her slit pupils were so wide with rage that her eyes turned black. The seven blades hung as executioner swords, each positioned over one of her vital spots. Blue Biscuits was to anyone’s eye impossibly calm as she gently shut her eyes To Tarbuck her back hoof was trembling.

He had to act.

So, when he strode forward the Blade of Cold Iron pierced into his eye, blood started blending into his black fur casting the ichor down his throat, the blade puncturing through his eye and with startling speed jilted out of his now ruined eye. He grabbed it, the Icy metal biting into His hoof causing it to bleed. No noise escaped him.

“Wha- “Noctis Snapped her head around so fast that the armor shook and behind her stood a monster.

The unicorn is the average pony kind standing about 3ft tall, the earth pony Is the largest at a staggering 4ft tall on average, and finally Pegasus are the smallest at about 2.5 ft on average. The Earth pony known as Tarbuck was at base 6ft standing on all four of his hooves. It was standing behind her the black shape that played at being a pony and her a Royal Templar were all that existed at that moment.

“Stop.” Was all It said the blade dropped from Its hoof? And he resumed a normal position, and she could breathe again.

Noctis Rush, Royal Templar of Daybreaker sat hollowed eyed as Tarbuck picked up his injured friend, walked past the horrified guards and through the iron gate to get his damn dinner. He was going to get his eye cleaned out, he wondered if they could find any underground doctors that could do that. The maniac turned his head around to the mare that was sitting on the width of his back.

“I don't suppose you know to clean out an eye now would you” Her face was beaten black and bluer she muttered something, but it was intelligible through the blood.

“You know I could really use a witty one liner right about now” He rubbed his chin and while he was trotting along, they finally caught up with other front liners.

It seems like most of them had finished eating and were stuffing grass into their hats for dinner. The Purple mare whose name he still doesn’t know was the first to turn her head their way He smiled at her the blood from his eye leaking into his mouth painting his teeth red, she gasps, twirled, and faints on the spot.

“Huh you must be a newcomer then?” Tarbuck stared awkwardly down at the purple mare and then up to the rest of the herd. That now was not there.

He sighed.

A hoof taps his back, and he puts down Blue Biscuits gently letting her down from his back. He sits down like a dog and waits for her opinion. It takes her a minute to spit out all the blood from her mouth and when she does her horn glows blue and the bruises on her cheek start to slowly mend. After around 10 minutes of sitting with his still alive friend she finally breaks the silence.

“There's something wrong with you isn't there Tarbuck.” It wasn't stating the obvious, it was pointing out his bleeding eye hole.

“Don't suppose you can use some of that healing magic on my eye, can you?”

“What so you can go get it stabbed again.”

He looked away and his hoof started fiddling with the thin grass below them. She was seriously considering just letting the idiot bleed out. But he still saved her life, the life that Garrote gave her.

“It's only for bruises and such I don't have the affinity to heal something of that great damage” She finally said.

“Well darn what am I gonna do now then huh.” Like he just got a paper cut or something.

Unfucking believable

Author's Note

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