Archangel Of The Rebellion - A New Lunar Republic Fanfiction

Two ponies walked down a muddy road, their hooves covered in dirt and worn down, they were on their way to meet the squadron at an intersection on the main Canterlot highway, the road that joined the capital, Manehattan and Fillydelphia – the three largest and most powerful cities in the Celestine Empire, which spanned across the entire west and south of Equestria. The two ponies were Archangel and his new partner Rolling Thunder – Luna decided after the assassination attempt that they would make a good team.

“You understand what’s going on, kid?” said Archangel patronisingly as they were walking along.

“I’m not that stupid, and I’ve told you before, I’m not a kid. The only thing I don’t understand is why they made us walk.” He replied, removing the sunglasses that he nearly always wore, blinking once then putting them back on.

“I’m sorry; I don’t mean to talk down to you. I’m just used to being alone.” Archangel looked down at his hooves. “Besides, it isn’t far to walk, we need to keep fit and all.”

“Yeah, Whatever. I’d still prefer a truck, this sun’s killing me.”

Soon the junction came into view and the two ponies simultaneously sighed with relief, and then laughed at the coincidence. The rest of the team from the convoy escort were waiting there, and cheered as they saw their adopted leader appear from the crest of the hill. When they reached the post Archangel thought about the reversal of roles in this next mission, it was quite ironic, he thought. For what they were about to do was to intercept and capture a convoy, headed from Canterlot to Manehattan, it needed to be stopped because the NLR were planning an attack on the coastal city and it was imperative that supplies and morale were low for it to be successful, the Solar Empire was a formidable enemy.

Archangel turned around, the soldiers were poking at Rolling Thunder, it seemed as if it was a rite of passage for new recruits. He walked over to the group and listened quietly for a while, before intervening.

“Hey, kid, you sure you want to be here, it’s a long way from home.”

“Fuck you, I ain’t a kid, and I hate people calling me that. So I would shut the fuck up if I was you.”

“Aww, you gonna’ go and tell mummy that the soldiers were nasty to you.” They all laughed, except RT of course.

“I said shut the fuck up. I might be younger than you, but I could floor you in seconds.” He threatened, flapping up and hovering just above the ground and raising his hooves.

“Ha, stupid kid. We’ll see about that.” Archangel decided it was a good time to step in.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. You lot do remember that this is how you treated me. Would you fight me now? Besides that, this guy nearly knocked me out the other day, and without bragging, I’m not exactly a pushover. So if you want to keep your dignity and your face intact, I suggest you leave my friend alone.” Rolling Thunder dropped back to the ground and raised his chin, a smug smile crossing his lips. He spat on the ground.

“Don’t get too full of yourself RT, or I’ll have to come over there and show you where we stand.” Archangel warned jokingly.

“I could take you any day, Grandpa.” The Pegasus replied, smiling and removing his glasses. “But at least you didn’t call me a kid.”

“There’s time for fighting later, the Celestians will be here soon.” Archangel said, turning around and looking up the road, one of the few properly constructed ones in Equestria.

“Chicken.” Was the reply from RT, there was visible disappointment on the faces of the onlookers; they were looking forward to a good fight.

“I’m not getting wrapped up in your games, we don’t have time.” Said the Archangel, unmoving.

“Chicken.” The young red pony repeated, grinning.

“Alright, alright, I’ll try not to hurt you too badly.” The older pony said, removing his saddlebags and helmet. Thunder did the same. They squared up to each other and went in circles, the others looking on eagerly. All of a sudden, Archangel tackled his adversary to the ground and pinned him there.

“Is that it?” He said, leaning over the downed Pegasus.

Rolling Thunder gritted his teeth, “No.” He kicked Archangel in the pit of his stomach, making him reel backwards with a grunt. RT then took off and sped towards him at top speed, only to find a shoulder in his face. They both tumbled to the ground in a cloud of dust, wrestling each other, by the time it settled Archangel had Rolling Thunder pinned down on all four legs, leaving only his wings, flapping uselessly. There were some feathers lying around on the floor.

“There, you’ve had your fight, now get back on guard, they could come round the corner any minute.” He said, looking around at the troops.

“Yes sir!” they all shouted in unison, then went back to their individual stations.

“I would have beaten you, I have a cold!” The Pegasus thought of an excuse off the top of his head.

“Ha, you put up a good fight Thunder, you could do well.” Replied Archangel, releasing him from the grip. They both laughed.

“You do realise I’m never going to call you “Sir”, don’t you.” RT said, brushing himself off.

“I don’t want you to, Archangel is fine.” Was the reply.

“What about Archie?” asked the Pegasus.

“No.”

“You really like your new nickname, don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty cool nickname. Not gonna’ lie.”

“Fair enough. Shall I go and scout up the road?” enquired Rolling Thunder, replacing his beloved sunglasses.

“Yeah, why not. Go on ahead.” Said the Earth pony, he barely had time to finish before RT had shot up into the sky in a blur.

“What a kid.” Archangel chuckled to himself, slowly shaking his head.

After a few minutes, Rolling Thunder could be seen flying frantically back to the camp, but as Archangel watched he saw him suddenly drop out of the sky in a flurry of wings.

“Shit!” The earth pony shouted, galloping towards where the crash happened, forgetting to get any weapons apart from his knife – which was already on his belt – and to alert the rest of the team. He noticed that his hooves were making a loud noise on the tarmac road, so he veered off into the verge.

As Archangel drew near to where RT appeared to have crashed, he drew his knife and slowed down to a fast but silent walk. He heard voices from just past a wall of grass in front of him and stopped to listen, to tell how many there were, where they were.

“Ha, look at him. What a state.” A voice said.

“That was some pretty nice shooting there.” A second voice joined in.

“It’s just ‘cos I’m pro.” The first voice replied.

“Oh shut it, that was SUCH an easy target.” A third voice.

“Eh, he was moving pretty quick.” The first voice defended.

“Whatever, stop arguing, what should we do with this?” Came a fourth voice, closer to Archangel’s location. There was a soft thud followed by coughing and choked gasps.

“Holy crap, it’s alive!” The second voice exclaimed “Oh great, more fun for us.” There was another thud and a short cry. Archangel judged the positions of the speakers and decided that there were 4 of them. The pony then dived out of the grass and stabbed one of the soldiers in the small of his back, knocking him into a second, both of the stunned tormentors falling to the ground.

“Shit!” one of the guards shouted, but he didn’t have time to react. From his position Archangel kicked a third soldier with both of his back legs, there was a quiet splintering sound and the guard fell back clutching his chest and screaming, the white bone of one of his broken ribs poked through the skin and blood was coming out in spurts.

To get the fourth guard Archangel pulled his knife out of the back of the first soldier and swung it around, hitting the final guard in the cheek. A large piece of flesh tore off and landed on the floor with a splat, the blow also knocked two of the guards teeth out, leaving a gaping hole where the whole jaw could be seen in detail. The pony’s skull was visible, smeared in blood but still recognisably white, and all the way down the bottom of his muzzle the skin and flesh were gone, the row of teeth – except two – looked menacing. The soldier fell onto the ground and screamed in one continuous note for a period of time.

Having heard only 4 voices, Archangel stopped and looked at Rolling Thunder on the ground, catching his breath, but the pegasus pony gasped painfully and pointed over Archangel’s shoulder. His eyes widened and he ducked suddenly, a fraction of a second before a gunshot sent two bullets over him.

“Fuck!” The earth pony shouted, turning around. This guy had been silent through the whole conversation and hadn’t been noticed. Archangel turned around and attempted to knock the gun out of his hooves, but the quiet guard kept a firm grip, throwing him off and hitting him in the stomach with the gun. Archangel stumbled backwards and raised his knife, he threw it at the last soldier but to his utter surprise, he missed. Unfazed, the soldier advanced towards the earth pony, only to eventually have the weapon kicked out of his hooves, in the second that he was bending down to catch it, archangel kicked him in the face. Again, the pony didn’t seem at all affected, punching him in the head and knocking him down.

“What the fuck?” said Archangel as he fell, and the soldier put his rear hoof oh his chest. The earth pony felt the amazing pressure on his ribs, the force exerted by this pony was immense. The soldier then raised his hoof and prepared to bring it down on Archangel’s nose.

Suddenly sparks flew out of the pony’s head and pieces of wiring and machinery flew out of the side, he fell weakly to the side and collapsed onto the ground, wisps of smoke coming from the gaping hole in his head. Archangel turned around to face RT, who was holding a pistol aloft in front of his face, smoke trickling out of the barrel.

“Thanks, I have to say that you saved my life.” The earth pony said, between breaths, he looked down at the dead pony. It seemed to be some sort of robot, with skin and hair, but inside was all wires and circuit boards.

“What the hell is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Archangel said, looking at the robotic pony. At that moment it glowed orange and shot up into the sky. “Argh! What?” he said, watching it go.

Suddenly there was a gasp from behind him and Archangel turned around to look at Rolling thunder, who then collapsed into a heap.

“Shit! RT!” The earth pony yelled, running over to the barely conscious red pony. He lifted him onto his shoulders and struggled back to the camp as quickly as he could manage before placing him down on a stretcher in the small medical tent.

“Woah, what the hell happened?” The medic asked, looking at the long bullet wound along the pegasus’ side.

“The Celestians are nearly here.” Archangel replied bluntly, “is he gonna’ be ok?”

“Yeah, he should be fine, it’s mostly cosmetic but he had lost quite a lot of blood.” The doctor replied, studying the cut.

Archangel left the tent and walked over to the knot of soldiers seated near the road. “You’d better get your arses into gear, the new kid just nearly got killed by some scouts just up the road. They’ll be a matter of minutes.” He said. “Oh, and they have really tough, silent android soldiers.”

“Holy crap, you serious?” replied one of the soldiers, picking up his gun.

“One nearly killed me back there, does that look like an ordinary hoof-mark to you?” He pointed at the deep red horseshoe mark on his temple.

“Shiiiiit!” The soldier said, peering at it.

Archangel walked away into the long grass, he needed some time to himself to think about the attack that they were about to make. These super-soldiers added a whole new layer to the fight.

Suddenly he heard a whoosh behind him and turned around sharply, pulling out his knife yet again with a metallic shink. In front of him was possibly the most unexpected pony possible. Celestia.

“So, you’re the Archangel are you?” She said, walking towards him slowly. Her mane blowing even though it was a still day, and seeming to emanate light. Her face was beautiful and serene, but a wicked sneer was still noticeable underneath the feigned innocence, she held her head very high and smiled slightly.

“You cunt.” Archangel said, quite calmly. Celestia laughed.

“Oh, are you still upset about your family? Yes, I’m sooooo sorry about that, but you know, duty calls.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure you will.”

“I’ll kill you right now.” Archangel said, even though he had a strong feeling that that wouldn’t be the case.

“Go on then.” She smiled, but her horn didn’t glow. Despite this, Archangel found himself under a spell, not a real spell, but an effect that Celestia had on ponies whenever she wanted to. He couldn’t move a muscle, locked in position with his knife raised.

“Oh no, what happened?” She said sarcastically, closing her eyes slightly. “Well well, what’s this? What a nice knife.” Celestia gloated.

“Fuck. You.” Archangel managed to say, with much effort. Celestia walked up to him and studied the knife, she looked at the markings and patterns on the blade and recoiled in horror.

“Where did you get this knife?” She asked, with a worried expression.

“Family heirloom.” Archangel said, clenching his teeth. Celsestia’s grip had loosened slightly so he could speak.

“Well, it seems that matters have become a little more interesting.” She said, her face relaxing again. She smiled. “Goodbye Archangel, I have a particular convoy to warn of a particular ambush.” With that the sun goddess shot up into the sky and Archangel was released from her spell.

“Well we’re fucked.” He said to himself, before walking back to the camp to order a retreat, the attack could never succeed now.