Title:           Anon Falls - Getting the Lawbringer Perk p1
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 14th of February 2016 02:47:15 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 14th of February 2016 02:47:15 AM CDT

Centuries rotten walls do little to stop ballistic rounds, aptly demonstrated as one penetrated through wood and collarbone, reeling the Regulator stallion into shock. One of the defenders made an instinctive dive to her colleague's aid, only wincing to the side as the wall cracked, barely stopping another projectile. With her telekinetic aura using blindfiring her pistol over the window slit, the mare made do dragging the injured colt with her teeth until they both made it safely behind the cherry sorting conveyor belt.
 
But her rescue was all for naught upon closely inspecting the lifeless eyes of her follower. Anguish defined Sonata's mood right now, with a blinding stomp and a curse to the absent sun goddess.
 
Is this how karma rewards her years of service protecting the settlements of Equestria, just to watch them be fed systematically to that fucking Stable cyclops's slaving capital? How could she have not saw it all coming, with Red Eye's first broadcasts promising to utilize the raider's behavior more productively. By the time the lawbringers realized the reality of the threat, it was too late to stop him. The force he rallied in Fillydelpha...they're immeasurable.
 
Once, they had proudly kept the roads safe and towns free. Now, Sonata Cruiser and the last of her faction have been driven to their last stronghold, an abandoned cherry ranch.
 
Which after tomorrow, assuming the five Sonata entrusted to protect Dodge Junction's ponies, will leave Soar, Swing, and Splatter to continue the ways of the Regulator. But Sonata wouldn't blame if any of the three decides to cast their duster with Red Eye's headhunt.
 
"Cruiser!" Willing Helmet rounded desperately behind the safety of the pony fitting walking wheel. "Some are circling to the west. We can't keep this up much longer!"
 
"Duly noted." Sonata resigned, giving the last reverent respect to pass Fine Deed's eyes shut. She needed to keep it together in front of her band. Followers have permission to be afraid, leaders don't. "If I remember right, their Talons are going to try find an opening in the roof. Tight Wrap, keep a look up."
 
"But if they get on the roof, they'll gun us down if we try to esc-." Helm gave his stock scream as Sonata's gun fired in his direction. His confusion turned to relief at the sight of a dead raider now slumped halfway in the window next to him.
 
"Our job has always been to give ponies that luxury, not for ourselves. Now come on! We may not get to collect ears today but we can damn well have them collect our bullets!"
 
So long as her brother was safe, she had the strength to keep a brave face.
 
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The dying Regulator weakly paddled a hoof up towards the sky, equal amounts of blood and air pouring out from his lungs. An ignominious spray of shotgun pellets hastened his departure to meet the Sun Goddess. The most inappropriate of noises followed, like that of a studio audience laughing at a telegraphed comedy.
 
"Yeah! That's what you all get for playing the hero!" The raider jeered at the lead pulped corpse of the pony she just shot. "Hey Outlet, you found her little brother yet?"
 
"Yeah, yeah, this one seems a match."
 
The captive townponies couldn't muster the bravery to protect their youngest inhabitant from being dragged screaming from the circle, especially not after watching one of the last protectors being executed so uncleanly. They darkly realize Sonata's distraction to give the ponies time to evacuate was all for naught, for a reserve of Red Eye's followers had been waiting the entire time to intercept their escape.
 
The colt let out a little cry as the raider's telekinetic magic dragged him by the mane. The moment he was dropped, he instinctively scrambled on his hooves in hopes of running. A hard swing of the raider's pipe saw to it the colt wouldn't. The colt passed a hoof over his cheek, the pain so sudden he couldn't muster a scream so much as quiver where he lay.
 
"Your sis and pa have caused so much trouble for us, you know that?" the horned raider taunted the collapsed child, "All my buddies were up and shot when I came back from a run. So here's what we're gonna do to you."
 
The leader brandished his signature spoon, brown and rusted from the centuries, lack of cleaning, and crusted blood. His hoof clamped to the foal's jaw, forcing him to look at this unassuming kitchenware as the raider described what he'll do with it. "We're gonna line some of your friends one by one on a firing line until Sonata surrenders. Oh, Mr. Diesel ain't expecting her to cave, not until we bring you out last. And I do hope you don't go into shock as I scoop your eyes out like i-scream."
 
"It pronünced ice cream, try pausing after the ice."
 
"I say the fuck what I want-!" the unicorn immediately brandished his sidearm telekinetcally at the raider he sure as Tartarus didn't recall was part of this extermination group, "An' who the fuck are you?!"
 
"Congratülating you a job well done!" the thickly accent, mysterious caped raider clopped his forehooves together in applause, no worry on his face despite a score of guns and unsanitized implements now aimed at him and his three tire dressed retinue, "On behalf of Master Red Eye, this is the best demonstration of cümmanding I've seen in years."
 
"And who," Burnt Outlet repeated, but withheld adding the curse word given the authoritative air this chrome jaw raider exhibited, "are you?"
 
"Baron Üunderbait." The pony proclaimed proudly, "Commandant of Red Eye's South-Western campaign."