>In a muddy field near the Palace of The Abraxo Queen
Two weeks have passed since the Great Clusterfuck Summit. In that time, I had been quick to mobilize the Abraxo Army and prepare for invasion. Over a hundred able bucks, mares and robots now stand ready to defend my land from whatever rabble those wretches could cobble together. Though the bucks were rather reluctant to join my grand army, my mares, conditioned to be fiercely loyal to me, were prepared to defend our home to the death. The robots were repurposed from old maintenance droids found in several ruined business centers by my scavengers, now built and programmed to serve as fearsome killing machines. An in all, I had put together a well-trained and well-equipped fighting force that could withstand any attack.
My scouts had informed me that an attack from the Whiskey Kingdom was imminent. I had little reason to worry. Blackjack is an incompetent leader, whether drunk or sober. I was confident that any attack made by her or General Sparkle~Cola would be a useless gesture. Even if they had managed to scrape together enough forces to form an army, they would be crushed beneath my awesome might. I intended to make an example of them, and show the rest of the wasteland the fate of those who would defy me.
“My liege! A scout returns!” one of my bodyguards reported. I looked to greet the scout, and then recoiled at the sight of his grievous injuries. “Good gracious!” I exclaimed, “What happened to you, soldier?” The young buck grimaced as he looked up at me. “T-the army approaches, my queen…” he rasped, “Several hundred ponies strong….heavily armed…the Security Mare leads them…Pre..pare…” At that, he passed out and was quickly carried away by the medics. And then suddenly, a sound like thunder boomed from far away, with a deep rumbling following it. War horns and drums.
Security’s Army had come.
It was like a great black stripe against the horizon, steadily marching ever closer. Plumes of smoke billowed from innumerable firebrands. The roar and thunder of horns and drums resounded from the mass, joined by the voices of the many warriors chanting a somber hymn or lament whose meaning was lost to me. Before the great army marched their leader, Blackjack, the Security Mare. She was dressed in modified Combat armor painted in the black and red of the Whiskey Kingdom. Three pistols hung from her belt, and a distinctive-looking rifle slung over her back. On her side gleamed a vicious sword, and her face bore a look of worry and determination.
Our armies met at last, and then a deafening silence fell. The Security mare hesitated to give the order. I fought the urge to facehoof. Blackjack was legendary for giving anything that wrongs her a second chance, even when she ought to have killed them outright. I should have figured that she wouldn’t have the guts to order an attack. Before I could get a head start, she suddenly raised a metal hoof.
“Warriors of the Hoof, ATTACK!”
Much blood was spilt in the ensuing chaos. Assault rifles and machine guns roared. Spears clattered, energy beams zorched, and bombs and rockets flew like firecrackers on the night of the Grand Galloping Gala. Amidst this maelstrom of bullets, explosions and magical energy beams, I remained unscathed. With my superior telekinetic powers, I tore through the armaments of my foes and sent every shot fired at me back at the attacker. Ponies fell by the dozens before my onslaught. All the while, not a single bullet pierced my pristine hide.
My killing spree soon brought me face to face with Blackjack. The Hoofington murderess had taken many of my own troops by herself as well. Between her impressive firearms, the wicked blade and her cybernetic strength, she was like a well-oiled killing machine. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I’d have to put down this creature of terrible beauty. Nevertheless, she was a threat to my kingdom.
She turned to face me, coated head to hoof in blood. For a time, we stood there, the battle raging around us. Her face still wore that unshakable look of determination and sorrow. After staring at her for a good long minute, I made my move, pulling out an old pistol from my past life. Six shots rang out, one nailing her right in the left eye. She cried out, drawing a hoof to her damaged socket. She then looked up and glared, her one good eye burning with anger.
With a bloodcurdling cry, she lunged at, pinning me under her hooves. She drew a hoof up and started pummeling my face repeatedly. She continued her onslaught for what felt like forever, beating me like a Flank whore. Blood oozed from my wounds, staining her hooves red. Then she stopped, drew her sword and….
Plunged it into the ground beside my head…
“This ends now, LittlePip!” the Whiskey Queen shouted, “I hoped that a show of force would make you consider surrender, but I won’t kill you or your people in cold blood.” She motioned to the din around us. “Give up now and I’ll recall my army back to the Hoof. Refuse…and I’ll mash your head like a grape.” A hoof was planted firmly on my face, ready to squish my skull into red paste. I looked up at her with resignation and sighed. “Alright, Security…I will spare your army….” And then, I suddenly grabbed the sword with my magic and slashed at her horn, neatly cleaving it off.
“But you will die in their stead!”
The cyberpony staggered back, stunned by my attack. Reaching out with my magic, I held her in place while I activated the small device on my foreleg. Time slowed to a crawl, allowing me to plan my next strike against her. Four swipes to her legs with the sword would be enough to cripple her. With my attack planned out, I attacked. One slash, two, three, four. The unnaturally sharp sword cleaved through the metal legs like a hot knife through butter. She fell to the ground, immobile and completely helpless. At that, I took to the air. “INVADERS FROM THE HOOF!” I boomed, “SECURITY HAS FALLEN! RETURN TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, OR TASTE MY WRATH!” My announcement was met by a silence that fell across the entire battlefield. All at once, the armies of Hoofington abandoned the battle and fled to wherever they came from. I looked down at the defeated Security Mare, staring at me balefully with her one good eye.
“Troops, bring this pathetic creature back to my palace. Let us make an example of her once more.”
>In the Amphitheatre of the Abraxo Queen
A great crowd had gathered for the spectacle today. After defeating Blackjack’s army, I decided to celebrate my victory in the true fashion of my kingdom, by publicly executing their fallen leader. My people would bear witness to an historic moment: the death of the dreaded Security Mare. A great acid pit, much like the Bleach Pit in my palace where many had gone to be punished or destroyed, dominated the center of the Amphitheatre. I watched over the pit from a raised dais, flanked by my royal guard. At the edge of the pit, on a small plank poised right over the pit, was the crippled Blackjack. She had remained silent from the moment I defeated her. No matter.
“Security Mare,” I started, “You and your minions have offended the Abraxo Kingdom for the last time. Now you shall pay the ultimate price.” I grabbed a small lever beside me. “Have you any last words before I send you into the Pit?” She looked at me coldly. “This isn’t over,” she muttered. I regarded her melodrama sheepishly. “Goodbye, Security!” I cackled as I threw the lever, releasing the plank and sending her plummeting into the acid pit below. Not a word nor shriek escaped from the pit as she fell in.
I rested easy that night, though my aides seemed unnerved by the execution of Security. When she was finally recovered, nothing remained of her but a mess of seared flesh and metal. The pit had mortally wounded her, but she still clung to what remained of her life. I ordered that her broken body be left to rot in the Wasteland. I expected that now she was nothing more than a snack for Mole Rats and scavengers. With the death of Security, and my victory over the army of Sparkle~Cola assured, I will soon become the ultimate power in the Wasteland. I will bring peace to this scorched land and destroy every living creature that would dare to defy the will of Abraxo.
If it meant sterilizing all of Equestria, then so shall it be.