Equestrian Heroes

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Naruto x Harem

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Inner thoughts, Text read, Italics used to represent characters speaking in different language.

Demonic rage, Demonic characters, Kurama Speak

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Story Start

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Standing in front of a sea of potential guard members Naruto mentally finished going over the speech he was about to give. Standing next to him, was one of the academy instructors going over the introductions. Currently they were standing on a platform outside that was used for many speeches at the academy stationed in an area where there were a few trees and arrangement of flowers carefully cultivated in the mostly smoothed out land range.

"As a trainee of this academy, you will be learning not only the necessary skills to carry you through your career but procedures as well. Over time these skills will become en-grained into your mind thanks to muscle memory as you find yourselves going through the motions every day until they become routine. These make up the necessary skills you will come to learn and in time you will yourselves not having to mentally perceive them, but doing as a force of habit. In the future there will come a time where your trained skills are simply not enough for the situation at hand. That is when you will have only one moment to use your most powerful weapon." With that he uttered two simple words. "The Mind." He took a moment to let the words sink in. "It is impossible to train for every situation. Impossible to calculate every variable or potential occurrence. Henceforth your wits will be the only thing you can use in the situation. To make sure you live. To protect others. To fulfill your duty. All the magical or physical strength in the world means nothing without a strong mind and will to go along with it. So keep this in mind. When you choose to become a guard you are making the decision to put the lives of others into your hands and it is your duty to do what it takes to protect the citizens of the nation. Once you become a guard it is your responsibility to do everything within your power to do what is right. And that means questioning things if an order can lead to unnecessary harm to yourself and others or deviating from protocol." That notion seemed to disturb the assembled ponies. If Naruto had to guess they had certain notions drilled into their head with other important lessons most likely learned in the field. That old familiar way of teaching was one he worked hard in squashing in his own guard.

"With that in mind keep your mind sharp. Shape your senses to where they are strong and despite whatever the instructors taught you your emotions are not a weakness. Fear itself is not a weakness but becoming overcome by it is a weakness. Learn to recognize your anger, your sorrow, your fear and master them. Do not let them master you. Hesitation means the difference between life and death. With these lessons in mind you will learn what it means to make the right decision and when its necessary to veer off course. Because when one becomes to assure of themselves to the point of arrogance that leads to corruption and the idea you know better than others. If we find you misusing your power or status we will not hesitate to relieve you duty or imprisoned. Because we expect not only for you to use your mind, but to have a strong moral center as well. Keep all that you were told today in mind as they will be the key things you need to keep in mind for your future."

As expected the lecture was followed with many questions of interest in regards to the mysterious captain and Equestria's various guard assignments. Naruto was looking forward to more potential recruits to the Lunar Guard. In fact Naruto was in the midst of an idea of recreating the Elemental Nations tendency for teams within his own guard.

One of the teams he had in mind was just one member short.

Dusk, Bright Star, and Nightwing. He just needed to find a suitable earth pony to round out the team so their skills would compliment each other.

They would be the first.

Team 1.

"Uugh, why did I let you drag me here?" Nightwing groaned as Bright Star had dragged him to an Alchemist store known as 'Phial and Brew'. Surprisingly it was not as packed as it usually was at this time of day, but there were more then enough mares snatching up all and any potential product to use in brews for promises of increased beauty or other such thing.

"You spend too much time in the library. You need to live a little. You'd never see the light of day if I didn't drag you out." Bright Star popped from counter to counter as her eyes lit up and her growing basket of things grew bigger and bigger.

Nightwing winced upon seeing the prices of some of the items Bright Star was buying. "You know if you didn't splurge so much you wouldn't have to scrape by on fast food or always eating from the mess hall."

"Aah, I thought I recognize the familiar back and forth bickering." Approaching them was none other than the beautiful cellist herself, Octavia Melody. She was just as every bit of enchanting as her performance with her goldish gray coat and dark gray mane. Octavia had always took to wearing very conservative clothing of a button-up blouse and comfortable dress slacks.

"Miss Melody, nice seeing you again." Nightwing politely greeted her in a way one would professionally greet an acquaintance.

Bright Star, bubbly as always was a bit more informal, "Hey Octavia fancy running into you here. You shopping for mare care too!?"

Nightwing mentally congratulated Octavia on her mental control as she didn't so much as bat an eyelash. She was calm and poised. Something he wished Bright Star would show a little bit more of.

"I am actually shopping for Vinyl more than myself. Her 'DJ' voice is not exactly appropriate let alone using for shopping and her normal means of communication tends to draw unwarranted stares and judgments." Octavia finished with something akin of a scowl showing a crack in her normally controlled facade.

"They're just being plot-holes. Ignore'em." Octavia's facial expression morphed into something of surprise and slight amusement as Nightwing inwardly groaned.

"While it was lovely to run into familiar faces I must finish my shopping. I have rehearsals to get to." Octavia paused as if considering something. "Could you two deliver a message for me?"

"Sure Octavia what is it?"

"When you run into Naruto, your captain, can you tell him I wish to see him. I will be in my usual room in my usual hotel. Anyway enjoy your day."

The two lunar guard members exchanged a glance. A smile began to form on Bright Star's face.

Nightwing was wishing he was anywhere but there. Now Bright Star was going to go off on the whole nonsense of shipping and how the captain was going to have a two-hundred mare harem and who descendants in a few centuries will grow into an unstoppable super army.

Arctic Night, the eternally laid back guard was currently off duty and it showed by his state of dress. A white T-shirt under his black hoodie, black finger-less gloves, blue jeans and grey trainers.

The Solar and Lunar Guards had a bit more defined time working structure that went along with their long twelve hour shifts. That meant getting a fair amount of days off with the ever increasing amount of guards pouring in.

With nothing to do this ordinary and rather boring day he decided to go to the concert hall. With no big performances scheduled it would be empty with the exception of maintenance workers and the cleaning staff.

Well that and one other pony. Taking a seat in one of the seats that was when he saw her. Octavia Melody who was practicing on the stage.

She took up her bow and cello and started her normal warm-up, no, preparation exercises.

For such a talent she was dedicated. Never deviating from her routine.

Like always she meandered through her major scales,all twelve of them, then the minors, a chromatic, and a whole-tone. And a few blues scales.

Arctic loved watching her play. Just the way she expressed herself in her music was the most beautiful thing he could think of.

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Maybe...maybe someday he could confess to her that he wanted to make something more of their friendship. Until then he would enjoy just watching her from afar.

The cloud city of Scalia was the homed of the Ophis Pterotos or more commonly known as the winged serpents. A powerful and old species the Ophises mostly kept to themselves.

This was the location that Strife and Metamorpha found themselves at a museum within the city. The architecture of the city mostly consistent of massive channels along with massive walls and arches while being supported by massive columns.

What they sought was an ordinate bottle. One that housed something lost to time and they had found it. Among the ancient treasures given value by time was a rather fragile looking bottle had four mineral Oligoclases on its side. A brilliant tabular crystal that was granular and known for its brilliant reflections.

The two changelings horns began to glow as their energy lifted and enveloped the bottle.

A faint glow began to envelop the bottle as it started to shake. The bottle continued to rock slowly.

Sparking to life was some sort of essence. A dark, swirling cloud inside of that looked reminiscent of a rain cloud.

The bottle didn't want to give it's prize of a cork over so easily, but they kept at it.

Soon the bottle shattered with its remnants falling to the ground. Soon a small grey plume of smoke began to trickle out and up into the air. As they peered, the tiny cloud grew two arms of cloud before a face formed on the smoke-like figure. Finally, two dark black puffy eyebrows appeared over the eyes of the wispy figure before the living thunderhead stretched its arms.

"Cloud Demon Arabus, Eater of Shadows you have been resurrected."

The floating being turned, looking at the ones who rescued him from his prison. "A Changeling? Aah yes if I remember your kind had made themselves scarce just before I was imprisoned."

Most citizens of the present era would have been surprised that most Changelings were in fact either neutral or opposed to the war outright; especially against Discord and his allies. After all outright war and death meant less love for them to feast on and was a detriment to their species.

"You were always more muscles than brain cloudy!"

"CLOUDY!" The cloud demon's voice rumbled with the force of lightning.

Metamorpha's horn lit up and she instantly went on guard.

"Only one being was insane enough to refer to I in such a matter with such confidence." He remarked then let out a loud jovial laugh as the stomach of his torso seemed to rumble. "Discord you old Codge. So you managed to free yourself after all. Things went to Tartarus after you were defeated. Old horn head tried to take charge and you can imagine the result of that."

"Considering the fool managed to get himself sealed, his ego proved his undoing as well." Arabus was far too much of a wildcard to trust him with his identity just yet. "As I recall Squark was the only one of our numbers that managed to get away relatively unscathed, but I am not here to reminiscence about the past. It is time we pick up where we left off."

"I am no good as I am now! All of my power! It's gone! They deprived me of my shadows!"

"You let me worry about that old friend. I know how to get you all the shadows you need."

The smoke-like creature stroked its chin, its puffy charcoal eyebrows rising in surprise before letting out a joyful laugh. "Oh, yes always the cunning one! I trust you come up with a plan that will allow us defeat those pesky princesses?"

"Complete and utter subjugation." He answered with a toothy smile before he felt a sharp surge of something familiar and his face fell. 'That was...no it could not be? Has another concept awoken? Is he or she on the move?

It was none of the great ones at least so that was a relief. The fact he could not sense if this one from the light, neutral, or dark pantheon nature was even more troubling if it turned out that this one was not even a native pantheon to this realm at all.

For now he was going to have Partisan use what money and influence he could to round up stragglers and to start gaining information. And for now that also meant setting up some distractions to keep the forces of Equestria busy. And what better way then to recruit what enemies the government failed to round up or break out the ones that could prove a meaningful distraction?

Or better yet why just stop at Equestrian criminals? There was an entire world full of possibilities? Criminals motivated by drugs and money. Civil wars going on in nations. Corrupt politicians.

There were so many species. Species of Canines, of Lizards, of Avians, and felines. He was already thinking of the political strife and turmoil that would occur of one nation's criminals causing havoc and turmoil in another nation while they flew under the radar.

Strife turned to Metamorpha. "So tell me Metamorpha, what do you know of the nation of Thundera?"

More happenings with the Order of Strife. As promised and we have more and more bits of the original characters having their own spotlight and moments. We're seeing return of a few oldies from earlier on in the fic. I hope you guys are getting pumped up for the mid-season finale around the corner.