Hey guys, this is just kind of an experiment to see how people like the story and if FiM and Metro can work together to make an enjoyable story. Comment if you think it should be continued. Please, be honest, but nice. Hope you enjoy.

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A soft light just barely crept through the tattered tent that had over the last few years become Rainbow Dash's home, here in the land of eternal twilight. The metro system, a sprawling system of tunnels and stations, had become their prison, their fortress, their home. It became safety from the caustic outside world that had been destroyed about seven years ago in 'the Conquest'. The numerous stations home to the relatively scarce remainder of the species.

Groaning as she sits up, half awake, Rainbow rubs her temples in pain, trying to ward off a headache. She stands up, stretching, and readies herself for the day, the somewhat relieving sound of music coming from outside the tent in the middle of her tent circle on the south-west corner of her station-home, Outreach. Letting her thoughts wander to the expected events of the coming day, she ties her boots and pulls on her somewhat protective vest that was issued to her when they all had to make a move for the metro in those last few dwindling days, when the weather teams were re-directed to form a makeshift militia. Nopony knew what strange manner of outsiders and mutants would find their way to their new metro-home.

"Hey, Dash? You awake?" she hears a familiar voice from outside her small canvas living space.

"Yeah, I'm awake. What's up?" she replies as the head of her longtime friend Twilight Sparkle comes into view in her tent.

"It's 0630, role is in fifteen minutes, just wanted to make sure that you're up." The purple unicorn pauses, a far-off thinking look coming across her face. "Do you think we'll ever get back to the surface?"

"If the scientists have done their homework right, we'll be back up in about thirteen years. Assuming the mutants don't get to us first." It wasn't just empty pessimism; the mutants had been becoming ever more daring and vigilant, attacking more often and with greater resolve. "Did you hear about Cloudpeak?" the pegasus asks, raising an eyebrow and finishing the knots on her steel toed boots. Twilight just shakes her head in a negatory response. "I heard that a huge wave of the things swept through, took the teams hours to deal with them all and call the area secure again." She tells the story with a sad, disgusted look, filled with disdain for the mutants. "There were apparently dozens of them."

After a few moments of silent thought on both sides, Twilight says, "Well, we'd better get going if we want to be there in time for role."

"Good idea." The friends get up and walk towards the main gathering area, a flat iron boarding platform with megaphone poles with which announcements are made. Lining up with the rest of their corner of the station, the two friends looked over the ponies lined up on both sides, with drowsy looks and demoralized posture. The looks of people who have seen their homes turned into a hellish landscape. The looks of Equestrians. The Colonel of this corner starts to call out names, each one followed by responses ranging from a small, defeated grunt, to a loud, very intentionally psyched up confirmation of presence.

"Fery vell. All sektors, to jour duties," comes the heavily accented voice of the supreme commander of the station over the megaphones. [A/N: yes, there is a difference between 'c' and 'k' to me; 'k' is a harder sound] The assembled ponies then go about their business, most of the militia going to the armory, merchants going to their various stands, and scientists and researchers going to their labs, leaving the platform with only a small few ponies present.

"Dash?" Twilight gets the sky blue pegasus's attention, "Do you ever wonder how the others are doing in their stations?"

She looks sad, remembering the four other ponies that they had grown near inseparable friends with over the years. The only thing that could really separate them is an apocalypse, and an apocalypse did the job.

"Of course. I think about that every time we do role like this. I can't help but wonder what they're doin', how they are, if their even still alive. Ya' know how many stations are attacked, how many ponies are injured, killed even." They both angle their heads down in thought, their eyes glassing over. "I just hope that they're alright, and try not to worry about it, 'cause ya' know? There's nothin' we can do about it if somethin' DID happen. And it tears me up a bit each time knowin' that."

They just stand there in thought for a minute or two, then Dash looks up at her friend.

"Hey, I've gotta get to the armory, I'm late again, I'm really gonna get it." With that she walks off through the familiar, under-repaired station towards the armory, getting ready for another boring, but stressful day of waiting for hell.

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Hello again, I know it's short, but like I said: this chapter is an experiment. If even one person shows interest, the next chapter will be longer.