The Order of Belldam struck swiftly after the followers split into their squadrons and began to systematically slaughter from all direction and corral frightened ponies further to the heart of the stable. Stable guards returned fire with the remainder of the armory blazing at the order as ponies stampeded to safe ground. No place was safe. It was only safer than the last place they were. Screams ringed through the halls as the halls many stable guards were defending was bathed in blood from the safer corridors. Ponies ran in a deadlock between the armored squadron the stable guards were shooting at and the safe room turned massacre by a group if the order’s melee forces. Hovered menacingly over his head with a smoky grey aura was a farming sickle Scythe wielded with proficiency. The stable guards that were trying to fend off the gun laden followers split ranks to fire on the blade wielding followers behind them. A few of Scythe’s best warriors wailed as they were torn apart before they could duck into a room for safety. Scythe stayed close to the doorway of the room he ducked in. One opening. That is what he needed. One opening to led a rush on the stable guards. Once they were killed, this hall would be another victory.

A neigh of panic answered his prayers to the all mother. The moment of confusion was enough to give the call for his remaining squadron members to rush the guards. Common ponies were knocked out of the way as the guards took priority. Among the hooves of the guards was Scythe’s little cousin wielding the heirloom blade. He managed to sneak through the ponies to cut deep just above the hoof of a guard pony. The guard ponies were jostled by the attack. The ones that weren’t killed by Scythe’s squadron ran right into the bullets of the other squadron.

In a matter of hours, Stable 24 was locked down in the atrium. Plated blinds were pulled down the windows and doors locked. A third of the ponies in the stable had died in the assault. Overmare Shining Heart and the majority of the stable guard surrounded the rest of the civilian ponies closed tight ranks as the doors rang loudly from The Order of Belldam’s attempts to bust in. Victory was merely a room away. Scythe couldn’t wait for victory to be declared, to wash down the grime of battle, and take his minty prize.

The door began to grind as the force of the followers collective attempts to bust the heavy metal door down. The groan of metal on metal, slowly scraping against each other, was followed by metal shaving littering the doorway. Shining Heart stood firm in front of what was left of her herd. All had seemed lost. This was their final stand, and she very much doubted the ponies she was protecting would make it. She raised her voice to proclaim, “My dear ponies, all I can say to you now is pray. Pray to the princesses for our safety. Whether that safety is from these cultists or a safe journey to our final resting place, pray my little ponies.”

It was then, in this dark hour, that light fell on the stable ponies. Security Engaged. It was then the metal slid from the ceilings above the atrium’s surrounding corridors. Turrets slung down and began peppering the followers with ammunition. Scythe and his followers barely scrambled away. The halls were filling with bullets and the children of Belldam. Scythe screamed for a retreat. All was lost. Somehow a pony had made it to the security bay. Scythe could have sworn they had cleared and blocked that area off firstly. As he continued to flee with bullets barely missing him, he saw an injured stallion run up to him.

The stallion gurgled out, “Hostages….escaped.”

Those dying words were all he needed to know what happened. The captive ponies escaped their hidden prison and ruined everything! Lollimint had returned his betrayal tenfold. Scythe bit back the bitter taste of his just desserts. He had to keep going. His family needed to get to their safe houses. He could already hear the stable guards charging with the cover of turret fire. The nightmares of the stable ponies have become the nightmare of The Followers of Belldam.

By the time Scythe reached the deepest depths of the stable only six of his followers were still with him, one of those six being his orphan cousin. The colt was frightened beyond belief. This night had started as the beginning of the new world order the colt was raised on. It was ending in being hunted down for following his family into battle. The guards were heard getting closer. The other five followers sensed the gravity of their situation. Most would be killed or captured for interrogation.

“Go on, Brother Scythe. Take Brother Crisp Coat, and head for safety,” Steel Yoke said.

Crisp Coat flinched as he heard his name. Scythe looked to the colt with the bloody heirloom knife. This was all they had left. Scythe gave a hard nod as him swooped down to grab Crispy Coat by his scruff. The other five followers turned to face the ever closer approaching guards as Scythe fled. They would die. They would most certainly die so he could make it to safety with Crisp Coat.

Author's Note

I do not own the ideology of Fallout Equestria. I only own my ideas and characters I am bring forward with this story.