Title: zulu Author: QuietResolutions Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/FvYdtFWd First Edit: Friday 30th of September 2016 10:33:13 PM CDT Last Edit: Friday 30th of September 2016 10:33:13 PM CDT You have shared the technological knowhow of firearms to the Equestrians They don’t see much potential in it, being as naive as they are You didn't actually uncover the true purpose of the weapons You ask for Celestia to at least have her engineers make a dozen of them She agrees, mainly because you have shared other useful human inventions with her scientists in the past Telling them that penicillin was derived from molded milk boosted your popularity several months before The engineers make a dozen machine-guns loosely based off of the Gatling Gun, just as you requested Your prototypes were mainly used as a way to shoot fireworks in quick succession The gatling gun becomes very popular, being used for celebrations and birthday parties Your patented muskets and flintlock pistols are used primarily as prank toys It would seem that the gun’s loud firing was a good tool to scare ponies with Tfw fillies are chasing after each other with guns in the park Peace in the world doesn't last forever though, as news of Zebra attacks across the deserts of North Zebafrica cause the public to worry Celestia summons you, asking for some sort of technological wonder to help them You offer to send your gatling guns, muskets, and pistols to North Zebafrica to deal with the enemy Being as innocent as she is, she doesn't see much wrong with this action. The princess is worried for your well being though She orders her most hardened soldiers to accompany you         In the deserts of Zebafrica you make camp at an abandoned Equestrian trading post The camp was surrounded at all sides by sand dunes You tell the soldiers to set up the machine-guns behind sandbags and for each of them to line up against the defensive wall It doesn't take long for Zebra scouts to spot your camp and report it back to their leaders Before the day was over, each sand dune horizon was lined up with hundreds of Zebras Quickly you tell your ponies to load their weapons with actual ammunition “Load!” The Zebras start a war chant Your men are visibly shaking with fear To calm them you start singing an Equestrian rendition of a classic war march They slowly join you as the Zebra hord approaches   Nearing the end of the hymn, your ponies are singing confidently with patriotic enthusiasm Most smile brightly while others glared at their striped adversaries The Zebras pick up their pace You order your soldiers to aim “Make ready!” The Zebras start galloping at full speed, screaming in rage Within 40 yards you make the order “Fire!” Swaths of Zebra skirmishers are torn to shreds by the hail of lead A whole wave of them buckle and ragdoll forward, carried by their momentum The spray of visceral fluids caused the immediate tribals behind their slaughtered companions to fall over, blinded by the bloody spray They were immediately trampled to death under hoof by their colleagues While you ordered your troops to reload, the gatling guns began their onslaught The continuous blasting of the guns caused some of the soldiers closest to the guns to frop their rifles and cover their ears Instead of the relatively benign damage of the muskets, the gatling guns were much more gruesome their effect Limbs were sent flying as appendages were severed from their hosts Torsos were ripped open in a line as the automatic guns sprayed back and forth like a hose of destruction At this point, the slaughter of the Zebras were stacking so high that the enemy’s charge slowed to a cautious march as they struggled to move atop of their maimed allies You grimace at the genocide before you “Why don’t they retreat?”     As soon as your musketponies were loaded you turn to your soldiers, trying to look strong You ordered them to fire again A few of your soldiers didn’t even fire, just staring at the zebras in front of them Those that did finished off bulk of the remaining fired The gatling gunners ended the lives of the remaining enemies that remained, their rate of fire slowed as the crank operators struggled to finish their jobs  *PAT!*  *PAT!           *PAT!*                     *PAT!*                                                *PAT!* You scanned the field of corpses for some survivors You didn’t spot a single one The desert fell silent   After a few moments your soldiers dropped their guns Several of them fainted Some started sobbing uncontrollably as some others started throwing up A few continued aiming their guns at nothing, while staring with empty eyes Quietly you lifted yourself atop of an overturned cart “Alright everypony, we’re leaving… grab your stuff and dissemble the camp. It's over.   Later that evening, you were waiting alone by the large ferry that would bring you  and your soldiers back to Equestria You told them to report hereby 20:00 hours Annoyed you walked back to the camp   There you stared upon an unusual sight Celestia's soldiers were carrying the Zebras into massive heap As the final striped corpse was placed atop the pile, it was followed by an unicorn dosing the pile in oil Another unicorn casted a flame spell upon the mountain of death, setting it ablaze None of them spoke You would never understand why the Zebras didn't stop their attack. Ideas swam in your head, but none of them made you feel more comfortable Whatever the reason, it earned your respect Grabbing a bugle sticking out one of the packs of a soldier, you walked through the crowd They turned to you briefly before returning their gaze to the inferno You played the only song you could think of   “It takes a strong man to deny what's in front of him... “Stronger than you were…” “Whatever you say Walker. No matter what happens next, try not to be to hard on yourself. Even after everything you've done you can still go home.”   “Lucky you”