The Last Missions of the New Lunar Republic

by TacticalRainboom

Rating: everyone
Tags: Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 3318

the New Lunar Republic's three top agents bring a thousand-year scheme to its final conclusion. Oneshot adventure with a twist.

The banishment of Nightmare Moon left the Lunar Republic in disarray. With their cause seemingly dead and their hopes dashed, most of them returned to normal lives under the rule of the Solar Empire.

Most, but not all.

Today, the New Lunar Republic's three top agents embark on the mission that will bring the NLR's thousand-year schemes to a final conclusion.

Published 2013-03-10 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-10 22:30:01 UTC

Operation Flying Nighthawk

In the Luna-blessed moonlight, under the sacred star-studded sky, the cobbled streets of Canterlot sing to me, aching to see the glory of our final retribution. Soon, I whisper back. Soon. These streets and I, we know: The shadows, those pockets of darkness whose edges only sharpen when the sunlight becomes oppressive, are growing long over the land as the night begins to rise. Destiny is coming to Canterlot, and to all of Equestria.

The cobbled streets of Canterlot sing to me: three sets of hooves falling on cobblestones make the rhythm, and the hidden rage of generations is the melody.

“Cufew soon,” I mutter darkly. “We should be careful.” The three of us part ways and take separate paths towards our shared destination. Even though it’s good to let the Tyrant’s enforcers see us practicing good and proper Friendship, constant caution is an unfortunate necessity in our line of work.

We aren’t separated for long--the hideout is very nearby. Our three paths meet in a tiny “room” with cardboard “walls” in the crawl-space beneath a house. The hideout is dark, cramped, and dirty, but to us, it is a moon-blessed place, more sacred than all of Equestria’s citadels to the sun. It is the perfect place for three friends to plot the birth of a new, darker world.

There is no table covered with plans and maps, and there wouldn’t be even if there had been space for one--all we need is the three pony heads crowded together here.

In the darkness, my voice is the voice of our cause. “Identify yourselves. The code.”

“The moon is my strength,” the fiery-red earth pony to my right says. Her voice is gravelly and full of violence. “The disc is my shield and the crescent my blade. Blood Tide. Second-order Nightbringer. Reporting.”

Blood Tide glares at the other, smaller member of the group, a silver pegasus who shrinks back slightly under her eyes. I feel a shock of fear. Is this it? After all this time, have we been infiltrated by an impostor?

“Th... the moon reveals all,” he says quickly when he sees both me and Blood Tide reaching for our weapons. “The night is my veil from the glare of the sun and... I’m Silver Shadow, third-class Shadow-walker, and I’m reporting! Okay?”

I nearly drown out the word “reporting” with my sigh of relief. Both of my comrades, their own codes complete, look at me expectantly.

“The moon is our leader,” I say evenly. “The moon will rise and shine over a new land. Crescent Sword. Leader. Reporting.”

Blood Tide, impatient as ever, doesn’t wait for me to ask before speaking up. Her voice rumbles with righteous menace and perverse pride. “The assassination was successful.” After this many operations with her, I could tell in the low light from my horn that she was suppressing a victorious smirk. “In fact, it was easy. Got a tougher target for me this time?”

“If all has gone well,” I reply, “Silver Shadow will know the answer to that.”

Two sets of eyes fall on Silver, who shrinks back slightly. “I had to abort,” he says quietly, turning away and trying to hide his face behind his mane. “The target is... um, the mission was harder than I thought it would be. They got, you know, really close. I was... um, a little scared.”

“So you just RAN?” Blood Tide snarls. She looks to me with coldly smoldering eyes. “Leader, why do you always bet so much on this coward? If it had been me on that mission, I--”

Silver hangs his head miserably. “I’m sorry,” he says meekly. “It was really hard. I don’t... I mean, I didn’t...”

“We’ll use teamwork,” I interrupt. Silver brightens. Blood darkens. “Remember, our Friendship is truer than their enforced harmony. Here’s the plan...”

The same cobblestones that sing to me in the moonlight are hot and hostile under the glaring sun. I glance around at the surrounding mockery of Canterlot through narrowed eyes. Concrete shimmers with heat mirages, and stone walls burn white as if possessed of a light of their own. This city was beautiful, once. Maybe even as recently as last night. It will be beauitful again, and soon. Darkness will fall, and the streets will sing a new song to the beat of angry hooves.

We are the ones who will drive the sun back until it has disappeared beneath the horizon. We are the ones who will usher in the new, the glorious night.

Blood Tide runs a hoof lovingly along the edge of Starstalker, her favorite blade. Perfectly balanced, ingeniously scythed at the edges, curved into an elegant V with the mouth-grip forming an A. When properly braced, this weapon allows Blood to tear a swath through our enemies simply by charging through them and letting the deadly edge of the weapon framing her head glide through exposed flesh. Blood had once taken pains to explain the fine details of this weapon to me, and I remember the look on her face as she did. It was the dark gleam of one who knows what a weapon is for, and loves it.

“Do you know what you have to do, Blood?”

“I know where I have to do it.” There is no remorse in her voice; there never is. “And I know who I’m gonna do it to.”

There comes a silence between us, but only a momentary one. Then I nod. “That’s the signal. Go. Moon guide you.”

“Moon guide you,” Blood agrees. And then she grips Starstalker between her teeth and charges down the path.

Every time I turn my back on one of them, every time I send one of them off on a mission, I hear a voice telling me that I might never see them again. Especially Blood Tide. With her especially, I worry that the next time I see her might be at her trial.

I hear a distant battle-cry, a muffled one made with a mouth clamped around a weapon’s grip. And, with both hooves and heart, my pace quickens.

Too early. She’s started the diversion too early! Did they attack her pre-emptively? Did she find an advantage that she couldn’t resist? I abandon the guise of an ordinary stallion going about ordinary business, and start galloping full tilt towards my position. Gravel crunches loudly under my hooves, and some of the civilians turn to look. No time to deflect their suspicion--Silver needs me in position, right now.

I slow to a steady trot as I turn a corner into a narrow alleyway, one of the few shadowy places left in this sun-soaked city. I rear and jump vertically, fluttering my wings for extra height as I aim my hoof at a certain spot in the near-darkness...

My hoof hits something cold and metal. The rusty ladder comes crashing down with a deafening clang.

I don’t take the time to be mad at myself for the noise. I climb. Twice, I think I hear voices behind me. I don’t look down. I climb.

Making it to the roof, out of the shadows and back into the oppressive heat, takes about a thousand years longer than I want it to. As soon as my hooves are on flat ground, I’m running again. A thousand paranoid possibilities spin through my mind in the space between the fire escape and my vantage point. Stick to the plan, Silver, I think desperately as I run toward the edge of the building. It’s just a small glitch, just stick to the plan, the plan, the plan--

I skid to a halt, duck behind the low wall encircling the roof, and peek over.

The square white box, our objective, is sitting on one of Goldenheart Cafe’s outdoor tables. Good. Just like my intel had suggested.

Also sitting at the table are not one but two guards, in full uniform. Blood and Silver are nowhere to be seen.

I wait. Ten seconds pass. Twenty. When thirty comes around, I have to look away. My vision is getting too blurry for me to see very much anyway. We were so close.

I start heading back to the ladder I had used to get up here, but then I stop. No.

It won’t end like this.

Not after all that Blood and Silver did. Not after all that they gave.

I turn around and gallop towards the edge of the building.

The mission was technically a success, except that I was the only one who attended the debriefing. I’m the last one who is still “free” to walk the oppression-scorched streets of Canterlot. Fortunately, my next mission is an extremely simple one.

Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for the Solar Tyrant.

It’s the worst mission plan I’ve ever come up with. It leaves everything to chance, because I don’t have the time to cross-check my intel. It doesn’t have a backup plan, because if plan A fails, it’s all over. And it doesn’t have any escape routes, because planning for an escape would be pointless.

This plan uses every resource available to me: One righteous cause. One stolen piece of key intelligence. One pegasus--a pegasus who’s neither a fighter nor an infiltrator, but a pegasus who’s suicidally determined to finish what he started.

And, of course, the simplest resource, but the most important one: One discreet but deadly weapon.

It is early afternoon on the sun-baked, cobblestoned streets of Canterlot, and the sun is about to set.

The sound of the oncoming parade starts as a faint thumping of bass drums--the heartbeat of the Solar war machine. The rattle of the snares and then the high-pitched melody bloom from there, usually some kind of cheerful, upbeat tune that’s perfect for masking the true purpose of these parades. Everypony knows that the real meaning of a parade is to remind citizens of the size and power of the Celestial military. The trumpets blare, the flutes chrip, and the hooves of the Empire’s loyal soldiers smash rhythmically against the surface of the city.

I sit in my own personal patch of twilight, cradling my weapon like a precious child--for it is thanks to this weapon that the new world will be born. The shadows in this darkened second-story bedroom are my only protection, but they will be enough. I peek outside to see the first rows of guards marching down the street that passes directly beneath the window that is my camoflage, and my only protection from a swift end to the mission. Fitting, that a common window would provide me protection on this final, most important mission in the campaign to liberate the common ponies.

There she is, in a grand chariot pulled by a team of her most loyal slaves. All I can feel my heart thump against my ribcage, and all I can hear is the blood pumping through my ears with every throb. It only takes a few minutes for her to come into range, but those few minutes feel longer than the thousands of years of oppression that she has inflicted upon this land.

When she finally comes into range, I do not hesitate. With the redemption of ponykind finally at hand, I howl out one last battle-cry, throw myself over the railing, and hurl the rage of the people at the Tyrant’s face.

“For the New Lunar Republic! LUNA NOCTIS NOBIS ETERNUM!”

Princess Celestia jerks sideways in her chariot as the side of her head is suddenly splattered in bright, chunky red.

Operation Total Solar Eclipse

“I... he told us he was with his friends.” April Showers’s left eye twitched. Her husband, Lucky Star, was present as well. Lucky Star remained silent, preferring to merely rest both forehooves on the table. It was a stance he often took when under distress--the stable stance kept him from being tempted to pace around.

April sputtered as she talked. “I didn’t think he would be at the parade... I went looking for him, but I didn’t... he was... I’m so sorry if there’s anything I can do I know I shouldn’t have let him I didn’t think that he--”

“This is not some minor case of disorderly conduct,” the armored guard across the table from her interrupted. “Is this the kind of behavior that you--”

The lawpony sharing the small office with Lucky Star was interrupted, in turn, by a voice from the doorway behind Lucky Star. “Thank you, Lieutenant Cloudbank. You may return to your desk.” The newcomer’s tone was low, femnine, and sweet. Offcer Cloudbank’s eyes eyebrows raised sharply, and he bowed his head before backing a few steps away from the table.

Lucky Star snapped his head ninety degrees to the side to see behind her. What he saw turned his tight frown of embarrassed distress into a comical frown of suppressed terror.

“Please pardon the lieutenant. He has always been diligent in his adherence to procedure, and I assure you that he has everypony’s best interest at heart.” Princess Celestia smiled as she entered the room, filling it with the soft shimmer of her mane and pure white coat. Pure white, except where the side of her head was still stained with cherry red. “All will be forgiven soon enough,” she reassured.

April Showers forced a terrified smile, but her left eyelid was tensing and quivering again.

“First...” Princess Celestia crossed to the other side of the table, and Lieutenant Cloudbank slipped past her to excuse himself from the room. “I think your son should explain himself. He caused quite a stir among the guards and driving team!”

A midnight-colored colt barely tall enough to be seen behind the table appeared to become even smaller, until his eyes dipped beneath the table-top. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Good,” the Princess said with a nod. “You inconvenienced quite a few hardworking ponies with your little game.” Then she tilted her head just slightly. “Was it a game?”

Little Sweet Dream paused before answering. “Yeah,” he muttered.

“What kind of game?” The Princess asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Sweet Dream’s mane disappeared beneath the table. “Just a game,” he monotoned in barely more than a whisper.

“I’ll tell you what,” the Princess said, bending her forelegs so that she could duck under the table and look the cowering little one in the eye, “Tell me all about this little game, and I promise nopony will be mad at you for anything you did.”

“For my friends too,” Sweet Dream replied. “I don’t want them to be in trouble either.” He fixed a timid, wide-eyed gaze on the Princess.

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t--” Sweet Dream’s mother tried to speak up in response to the under-the-table negotiations, but Princess Celestia spoke over her.

“No trouble for you, or your friends,” Princess Celestia agreed, still with her rear raised and her head lowered awkwardly to the ground. “I promise. Just as long as you all stay out of trouble from now on. Deal?”

Sweet Dream stood up, but only the top of his head was visible this time; he was staring at his hooves. “We wanted to be the New Lunar Republic...”

April Showers and Lucky Star gasped in unison at their son.

That raised Princess Celestia’s eyebrows. “Don’t you think your friends are a little young to be starting another Lunar Republic?”

“We thought it was so cool when we learned about it,” Sweet Dream grumbled. “The way they were rebels and stuff, and the way they were all secret and how they did dangerous missions. And...” He sounded even more miserable as he finished his explanation in a barely audible murmur. “We thought Princess Luna was so cool when she visited last week for the eclipse...”

Princess Celestia let out a short but quite un-Princessly laugh. “I’ll make sure I tell Princess Luna how ‘cool’ you think she is,” she said happily. “Now, were the cardboard sword attacks part of your little game?”

“The what?” Lucky Star said in an offended gasp. Princess Celestia waved her hoof and shushed him.

Sweet Dream’s muzzle was already pointed downward. He looked like he was going to strain his neck muscles if he tried to hang his head any harder.

Celestia sounded very pointedly and intentionally patient. “Nopony’s getting in trouble, remember?”

“Cherry Red already GOT in trouble,” Sweet Dream said, pouting. “She got captured. And grounded.”

“What about the attempted pie theft?”

This time, it was April’s right eye that started to twitch. Lucky Star grit his teeth, but didn’t speak up.

“Soft Breeze failed his mission.” Sweet Dream’s lip curled, despite the circumstances. “He chickened out and went home. Twice.”

“So...” Princess Celestia tilted her head to the left; towards the stained side. “Where did you get the pie from?”

Sweet Dream sighed, defeated. “Sugarcube Corner.”

“I thought so!” laughed Princess Celestia, shaking her red-spattered royal head. “Nopony makes cherry pie like Mrs. Cake. I must say, you have very good taste in weapons.”

The three of us sit in our little meeting spot underneath Soft Breeze’s house, but none of us talk for a few minutes. Soft Breeze agreed to come along after I told him about how Princess Celestia promised me that he wouldn’t get in trouble. Cherry Red was un-grounded after Princess Celestia went to her house to talk to her parents. Our parents haven’t split up our club yet, which is probably thanks to the Princess again.

But now that we’re together again, none of us really knows what to talk about. Eventually, Cherry Red asks the question that all three of us are thinking: “What should we play next?”

“Let’s play house,” Soft Breeze says hopefully, smiling a big, pleading, fake smile. “Now that we’re done being the New Lunar Republic, we can play house like I wanted to! I can be the--”

“That’s not cool enough." I sneer, rolling my eyes. Cherry Red grunts her agreement. I place my hoof to my chin, showing them that I’m thinking hard, because a scheming club leader should always be thinking. “It has to be something secret, with cool codenames and missions to plan out.”

“How about changelings?” Cherry Red suggests. “They’re really cool. All black and scary.”

Changelings. Even more secret than the Republic. We could be secret changelings, pretending to be little foals so that we could infiltrate anywhere we wanted to. We would start by using our disguises to learn all about the town’s weaknesses, until finally we were ready to take over! Cherry Red sees the smile growing on my face, and she returns it with a smug smirk of victory.

“But...” Soft Breeze complains. He relents once he sees the wisdom of my plan. “Okay fine,” he says, showing his loyalty to me, his leader. “I’ll be the spy changeling, who’s all good at hiding and stuff. There.”

In the darkness of in the secret changeling caverns beneath the house owned by “Soft Breeze” and his “parents,” we choose secret changeling names and abilities, and our real game begins.

And once we are all prepared, I smile again. Even though I’m still in my innocent pony disguise, my smile is evil, showing just a hint of my true changeling self. Rael’zpekus, the warrior changeling, smiles too.

Our little New Lunar Republic game had been a facade, a clever disguise to make the ignorant multicolored fools think that they had foiled our plans. Now that the Princess and our fake “parents” no longer suspect anything, our plans will begin. First Ponyville--and then, before long, Canterlot itself will belong to the Secret Changeling Hive.

Author's Note

Just for fun, I would ask that the comments stay spoiler-free, please! Though feel free to give away the fact that it's a comedy, if only because I can hardly expect you ponies to keep it THAT far under wraps.