Today was definitely, certainly, undeniably the least awesome day in Rainbow Dash’s life. Which was quite a statement to make, considering that less than a week ago, she had been forced to watch as alien minotaurs burned Ponyville to the ground.

As it turned out, the only thing worse than that was having those same alien minotaurs try to do the same to Manehatten. Or, more accurately, for alien minotaurs to try and do the same to Manehatten while Rainbow Dash was trying to train up the local branch of Wonderbolts Reserves specifically for the purpose of…

“Watch out!”

The sudden voice snapped Rainbow out of her distracted monologue. It was aptly timed, as Rainbow’s instinctive flinch stopped her mere inches short of a shot from an alien weapon. The shell whizzed by her faze so closely she could feel the wind shear on her nose.

“Yikes!” Rainbow said, eyes as wide as saucers. She shook her head and smirked. “Hah! Take that! No alien thingamajig is fast enough to catch Rainbow…”

A fresh volley sent the blue Pegasus scurrying for cover before she could finish.

Rainbow’s heart pounded against her ribcage, pumping blood and adrenaline through her system. In the brief moments of clear thought she had amidst dodging alien fire and trying to keep the Reserves alive, that feeling disturbed her. On a normal day, the flood of adrenaline was what Rainbow lived for; it was her reward for speed and for daring, the signifier of the best moments of her life. So to feel on a day like this…

If she had more time to think about it, it would be most disturbing indeed.

However, she did not have much time for thought, especially with the smaller aliens rushing forward.

“Wonderbolts! Form up on me!” Rainbow shouted. They were a poor sight, these reserves. There were twelve of them, in varying degrees of proper uniform. The hours of combat had worn on them all. Their coats and uniforms were drenched in sweat, and several of the less fortunate ponies had dried blood spattered on them. Many were barely in their uniforms now, the slim weapons of the smaller aliens having sliced and grazed the fabric to shreds. Some of them could barely walk, only keeping mobile through the endless beating of exhausted wings. One had an eye sealed shut, the lid kept in place by dried blood.

Not that all of them had been in terribly good condition to begin with. Three of them had arrived late and out of uniform, apparently having spent the night previous getting completely hammered. After throwing together her best impression of an angry Spitfire, Rainbow had forced the trio into the first uniforms she could find, none of which fit properly. At the time, it seemed like a fitting punishment.

With one of those ponies struggling to stay in the air, his legs ruined by a volley he had not been quite agile enough to evade, Rainbow found herself seriously reconsidering that idea.

However, guilt could come later. For now, she had to lead these ponies to victory, or at least safety. At this point, Rainbow would take what she could get.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Rainbow said. “We fly in and distract the baddies. Break off into threes, stick together, watch each other’s backs. Just, don’t fly in a pattern. They catch you faster that way. Try and keep them distracted long enough for Fogey to charge. When he gets here, get out of the way, meet me back here. We’ll follow behind him. Got it?”

Even an hour earlier, at least one of the Wonderbolts Reservists would have said something, cracked a joke or at least said ‘yes.’ But they were too tired, too weary. They had been fighting since the aliens started landing, and it was only getting worse with every skirmish. Nothing they did could keep the aliens down for long, and the constant defeats and panicked retreats were wearing on them. This charge was their last chance. Either General Fogey broke through the alien lines and they escaped towards the train station, or they all, all…

Hibernated forever, Rainbow silently plastered over that word.

The Reservists nodded weakly. Rainbow tried to fake a smile. It was the best she could do. When she was in her element, she could inspire ponies with her awesomeness. But inspiring ponies in battle, it seemed, was a far different feat from getting fillies to follow their dreams.

“Come on, for Equestria!” Rainbow shouted, pumping her hoof in the air. The Reservists mustered a weak reply before breaking off into their trios. Rainbow would fly alone, as she had since the fighting began.

The Reservists were tired, wounded, and demoralized. They were bloodied and battered and bruised. They were all but beaten. They were very much so like most ponies, who by now had simply given up and… hibernated. But there was one other thing they were, one thing that set them above most ponies. Though they were just Reservists, they were still Wonderbolts.

And thus, when they took to the skies, they soared.

Even battered as they were, with their uniforms soiled and torn, they were magnificent. They soared over the alien invaders, dodging the volleys of chanters and small aliens alike. Deftly, with a skill that few pegasi in all Equestria could match, they dodged the alien projectiles. The alien horde ceased its relentless advance, turning its attention to the skies.

“Kill the xenos!” one small alien screamed, its voice stuttered by the recoil of its weapon.

Rainbow evaded the shots without a thought. The sky was her domain, and nothing the aliens had could challenge that.

Or so she thought, until a horrible, mechanical roar tore through the air.

For a brief, fateful moment, Rainbow stopped midflight. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she watched the alien dragon tear around the corner.

It was like a flying skeleton made of black bone. Four massive metal feathers protruded from its draconic arms. Its entire frame was crimson in hue and detailed with lines of tainted gold. Claws as long as Rainbow’s whole body and sharper than anything she had ever seen glistened in the evening light. Fire burned in its chest, tongues of flame licking at the air as the monster flew. It roared, a long, crimson tongue waving in the air as a gout of flame like something out of Tartarus burst past its razor-fangs.

The whole thing simply emanated sheer wrongness. Though Rainbow did not know a thing about it, she knew, on some deep, ingrained, instinctual level, that it was something that should not be, an abomination.

And it was coming right for her.

In the moment Rainbow spent staring, slackjawed, at the alien dragon, one of the smaller aliens below got lucky. An alien projectile punched through her left wing, shattering the bone and spraying blood into the hot air. Rainbow cried out in pain and plummeted. The ground rushing up to meet her, Rainbow desperately tried to beat her wings. Her wounded wing would not budge, every attempt to move it simply sending jolts of agony through her system. Her eyes widened in terror, the tarmac growing nearer with every second. Instinct took over and slammed her eyes shut.

A sudden strike to her underbelly and an involuntary gasp ended the fall.

The horrible, mechanical roar returned, jolting Rainbow back to awareness. She looked around to find herself soaring through the air, very much so alive. Hope fluttered through her heart for a moment.

“Who…” Rainbow’s words trailed off as the rest of her senses caught up with her, and she noticed the razor-blades pressing shallowly into her underbelly and the waves of heat washed over her. Her heart pounding against her ribcage, Rainbow turned her head around and, in a moment of shocked weakness, let out a single terrified scream.

The alien dragon had her in its claws, carrying her close to its burning heart.

“Prey, acquired,” the dragon rumbled, Rainbow shuddering as the vibrations struck her. “Return, to, Master.”

The shock of her capture wearing off, Rainbow’s bravado surged to the fore.

“Hey, let go of me!” Her words turned into another scream as the dragon’s claws tensed, pressing her wounded wing against her barrel in the most uncomfortable way. A tear of pain gathered at her eyes, the damage to her wing growing worse with every moment. Rainbow, being a veteran athlete, was no stranger to pain. But this wound was beyond anything she could think of; with each clench of the alien dragon’s claws, its talons dug a little deeper into her flesh, and the bone in her wing ground down a little more. With each moment, she felt herself slowly slip further away, blood-loss and agony driving her into unconsciousness.

Down below, a cry went up. “For Equestria!”

Through her blurring eyes, Rainbow Dash watched in half-addled horror as General Fogey led his charge. A wave of Earth Ponies in front, covered in the heaviest armour they could find and carrying massive rounded shields. They were packed tightly together, such that their shields left no gap in their wall of iron. Even to Rainbow’s failing mind, it was an impressive sight, dozens of ponies surging forth like a wave of metal, the pounding of their hooves reminding her of the brief Battle of Appleoosa. Behind that first, magnificent wave, came the unicorns of the Manehatten Division, their horns aglow with magical power. Every colour known to ponykind blazed in their ranks, beams and shields and elemental bursts streaming forth like a raging river of magic. In the midst of the soldiers charged General Fogey himself, adorned in an ancient suit of battered armour, a masterpiece of design that had survived everything from griffin claws to beams of pure energy to walls of fire. Old though he was, and his age showed in every grey hair in his coat, he remained fit and strong, as much now the warrior he was in his youth.

The aliens unleashed their full firepower, their projectiles tearing through the armour of the Equestrian Army like so much paper. The front rank was de-hibernating within seconds. Their fellows in the second followed soon after, having advanced the whole line no more than a couple metres. The third rank lasted longer, the magical bombardment of the unicorns having driven the aliens back. For a moment, it seemed like the plan might still work; just a few more seconds, and the Earth Ponies would reach the alien line, and then it was simply a matter of ploughing on to the other side.

The alien dragon’s roar signalled the end of that hope.

Through darkened eyes, Rainbow could only watch in horror as the alien dragon descended on the remnants of Fogey’s phalanxes, spewing unholy fire from its mechanical maw. The alien horde regrouped and charged, the chanters leading their smaller minions into battle.
As darkness overtook Rainbow’s sight, as the pain of the dragon’s talons and her broken wing faded into dull numbness, she was sung to unwilling sleep by the screams of dying ponies, and the furious roar of battle.
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“Keep movin’, Fluttershy!” Applejack shouted, yanking on her friend’s mane. “They’re almost around the corner!”

Fluttershy said not a word, her lips and vocal chords frozen in abject terror. It had been bad enough during the attack on Ponyville, when all the butter-coated pegasus had seen was a small band of aliens. Now, in a place they had all believed safe, there were more. Dozens of the big ones, Chaos somewhats, and hundreds of smaller ones that looked like twisted parodies of the ‘humans’ Applejack had so briefly met accompanying the Blood Angels, had shown up out of nowhere. If Applejack had not become so experienced at judging the position of Celestia’s sun for time, she would have utterly lost track in the hours since the invasion began. Too much adrenaline, too much running, and too much time spent trying to keep Fluttershy safe.

Thankfully, the butter-coated mare budged and fled with Applejack down the alleyway. It was a dark, foreboding route, the kind no mare should ever approach on a sane day. Today, it was just another in a long chain of desperate decisions.
The alley was, thankfully, empty, almost surprisingly so. There were no ambushes, no bodies of the dead or wounded. There was just garbage, litter and overflow from the dumpsters, scattered across the ground. A warm breeze wafted through the alley, carrying on it screams of pain and howls of bloodlust. Applejack led Fluttershy through, her eyes darting back and forth as she allowed instincts honed by years of living on the edge of the Everfree Forest to guide her.

It was those senses, in fact, that warned her of what was around the corner.

Applejack skidded to a halt at the sound of clambering steps, at the hard clatter of the aliens’ rock-like hooves on the pavement. Blinded by fear, Fluttershy kept running, dashing almost around the corner.

“Eep!” Fluttershy gagged as Applejack yanked her back.

“Hush, sugarcube,” Applejack hissed into her friend’s ear. “They’re right around the corner.”

“But, you said they were about to come around the corner, oh dear,” Fluttershy whispered as she shook in absolute terror. She turned to Applejack, tears streaming down her face. “Why? Why is this happening?”

Before Applejack could answer, a creaky, scratchy voice echoed down the alley.

“Master, I found them! Master!”

Applejack spun around to see one of the scrawny aliens, the ones that looked just like the ‘humans’ the Blood Angels had brought, standing at the entrance of the alley. It was a wretched specimen, even by the standards of its kind. There was not a scrap of fur on it, and its bared skin was covered in a disgusting mixture of scars, sores, and profane symbols. Scraps of leather hung from its body, attached by rusty studs and buckles to the fraying belts that wrapped around its form. In its spindly hands it held one of the killing sticks its kind so favoured.

A massive crimson form strode around the corner. It was a chanter, a Word Bearer, hefting a killing box in one hand and a cruel, jagged sword in the other. The monster turned its scarred, fleshy face to the mares, an unholy light glowing in its beady eyes. The Word Bearer’s ruined lips twisted into a horrifying facsimile of a smile.

“So you have,” it growled through rotten teeth. “Chaos bless you, mortal. Brothers! Servants! We have them! Remember, no guns. The Dark Apostle wants them alive.”

Applejack could feel Fluttershy’s terrified shaking against her side. The vibration only increased as four more Word Bearers rumbled around the corner, accompanied by a good baker’s dozen of the scrawny ones.

“Horseapples.” The word fell from Applejack’s lips. Memories of the last time she had tangled with these aliens rushed up before her eyes. She turned to Fluttershy. “We’re getting outta here…”

Her words trailed off as she caught sight of the alley beyond the corner. Five Word Bearers marched slowly towards them, their deep, mechanical voices intoning their alien chants.

Applejack ran a quick analysis of the situation. It was bad, very, very bad. Their only escape routes were cut off, and they had seconds before the aliens caught them. In exasperation, the farmpony looked to the sky, silently begging from some intercession, some miracle that could save them.

The sky… Inspiration struck Applejack. It was an unpleasant inspiration, but all she could muster in the moment. She turned again to Fluttershy, who was wide-eyed and cowering, pressed up against a red-brick wall, as though in hope that the aliens would ignore her.

“Sugarcube, ya gotta trust me on this, but I need you ta fly,” she said, looking her butter-coated friend in the eye.

“But, I can’t carry both of us,” Fluttershy whispered. Applejack could almost hear the poor mare’s heart pounding against her ribcage.

Applejack sighed. “Ah know. But ya can get yerself out, and that’s somethin’ at least. Go on, get outta here afore they catch you.”

Fluttershy stopped shivering for a moment, staring Applejack dead in the eye. “No. I’m not leaving my friend.”

Applejack groaned, scouring her mind for the words to save her friend. Her thoughts were interrupted by a booming roar that echoed through the alleyway, stunning even the Word Bearers with its force.

“When somepony tries to block…”

“Show them that you rock!”

Behind the mass of scrawny aliens and Word Bearers came a veritable mob. Ponies of all three tribes, carrying a menagerie of improvised weapons, from cooking pots to shards of broken glass, charged in a wave of colour, screaming like maniacs as they rushed towards the aliens. They were a mixed and utterly disorderly bunch, seemingly drawn from all walks of life. Bakers and janitors, pharmacists and teachers; Applejack could swear she even saw an accountant and a lawyer, neither of whom seemed to be anywhere near fit enough for something like this, mixed into the mob. No more than a handful seemed to have anything in common, save for one, overriding cause: to protect their homes.

The most astounding sight, however, was their loud-mouthed leader, who even then was belting out a mixture of slogans and battle-cries, always speaking one-half of a sentence and allowing the mob to finish it in a deafening shout.

“Treat me like a pushover…”

“And you’ll get the once over!”

Applejack heard Fluttershy’s incredulous voice beside her.

“Is that…”

“Iron Will is ready to bring the pain!” the grey-skinned minotaur bellowed. He thundered down the road, carrying, to Applejack’s unreserved shock, one of the alien chainswords in his hand.

The aliens responded with a fusillade of metal, killing boxes and killing sticks belching death at the onrushing ponies. One Word Bearer leveled a set of blackened tubes and unleashed a wall of flame, catching a handful of ponies in its embrace. Applejack saw about half-a-dozen ponies torn apart, their coats splattered with their own lifeblood. To her surprise and horror, the mob kept charging, still screaming Iron Will’s slogans.

Iron Will rushed to the front of the line just as the mass of ponies struck the aliens like a wave.

“You interrupted Iron Will’s seminar!” the minotaur roared, leveling his captured chainsword at the sword-wielding Word Bearer. “Iron Will demands satisfaction!”

The Word Bearer answered Iron Will’s challenge with a grunt and a flourish of its cruel-edged sword.

The two met in a flurry of blows, jagged edge meeting whirring teeth in screeching battle. There was no skill in this duel, no matching of expertise; it was brute combat, minotaur muscle against alien steel. The alien drew first blood, driving the edge of its sword into Iron Will’s side. The minotaur roared at the wound, but within a second, his cry became a mad laugh.

“You cut my skin, I crush you in!”

With the force and wrath of a thunderstorm, Iron Will slammed his captured chainsword into the alien’s sword-arm. The whirring teeth screaming as they ripped through the alien armour, and then through the alien flesh. The alien gave its own roar as its arm fell to the ground in a spray of fetid black blood. Iron Will raised his weapon and swung again. This time he found the creature’s head.

The alien’s skull exploded in a shower of gore, chunks of bone and hunks of brain matter spraying out as the chainsword ripped and tore through it. Iron Will punched the alien over and howled his victory to the skies.

Applejack instinctively backed away, horrified by the sheer violence of the moment. It was like the attack on Ponyville all over again…

“What have we here?” a deep, raspy voice said. Applejack bumped into something cold and stony and hard. She jumped away like a jackrabbit from a timber wolf, spinning on her hooves to see the five Word Bearers who had been walking up the other alley. One of them, carrying in its hands a massive red-glowing club, smiled cruelly at her. “Leave them alive. Other than that, I care not.”

In that moment, something snapped in Applejack. It had been a long, terrifying, violent day. She had been cut off from most of her friends, forced to keep fleeing without thinking for hours just to keep herself and Fluttershy alive another minute. She was done. It was time to stop running and face this problem the Apple Family Way.

By standing firm against all odds.

“Ah’m givin’ y’all one warnin’,” Applejack said with a furious snort. “Get outta here now, or else.”

The Word Bearers chuckled.

“You have fire in your belly, xenos,” the club-wielder said. Applejack flinched at that word; to the farmpony, it was a term of the Blood Angels, and it disturbed her to no end to hear it come from the lips of these invaders. “I will take great pleasure in dousing it.”

Applejack simply huffed and braced herself. She would have one chance. She remembered well the Defense of Carousel Boutique; if she could just keep moving, she had a chance. If she could get through their Sombra-cursed armour.

“By the Blood of Sanguinius!”

For the second time in that three minute span, Applejack was witness to what seemed a miracle.

The white-armoured Blood Angel, Domenico, if Applejack remembered right, soared down the alleyway, carried through the hot air on a pillar of flame. His blood-red wings flared behind him, adding to the majesty of his charge. Out of the corner of her eye, Applejack saw a small, dark blue mass nestled in the crook of Domenico’s Chalice-bearing arm. For a moment, the farmpony could have sworn the mass had wings.

The Word Bearers fired desperately, filling the alleyway with killing projectiles and a stream of flame from a blackened tube. Domenico ignored the improvised defense; without a single sign of effort, he dodged the projectiles, such that not even the shards from the wall where the shots landed could touch him. The fire was even less of an impediment. Domenico simply burst through it, his armour barely seeming to warm, let alone char or fail.

Then he struck, like a hawk diving for its prey.

“The Knife thirsts, and it shall be slaked!”

In a single swing, he took the heads of two Word Bearers, his blood-red sword ripping through their armour as though it were paper. The Word Bearers flailed in response, desperate to fend off the assault. With the skill of a master, Domenico deflected almost every blow, batting away alien fists and parrying the swings of the massive club, all the while keeping his golden Chalice and the strange mass he bore well out of reach. Yet even one so skilled as he could not deflect every blow, and at last the mace made its mark. It struck like a blacksmith’s hammer, pounding into the white rock of Domenico’s armour. Yet for all its force, the snow-white armour stood strong.

Applejack would never know what went through Domenico’s mind at that moment. Whatever thoughts flickered through his alien head, however, his actions were clear.

The Word Bearers broke and fell before his blood-red sword. Their morale faltered, and they turned to flee. It was a mistake they would not live to regret. Domenico tore the three apart, his sword rising and falling and swinging and thrusting as he rent their armour like tissue and splattered their blood across the alleyway. Within seconds, he was the only alien left alive in that alley.

His snow-white armour spattered with blood, he turned to face Applejack and Fluttershy. Out of the corner of her eye, Applejack realized Fluttershy had curled up beside a dumpster, shivering in fear. Domenico strode towards the butter-furred Pegasus and stretched out his Chalice-bearing arm.

“Greetings, cowering xenos,” he said in a tone that almost sounded diplomatic, where it not for the strange hunger Applejack could sense in every word. “Renato tells me you are renowned for your kindness. Could you please take this? I cannot fight and guard the little one at the same time.”

Fluttershy took a single look at Domenico’s arm and burst out of her cowering position. She all but lunged forward, taking the dark blue mass from the Blood Angel’s arm.

“Oh, you poor thing, what’s happened to you?” Fluttershy cooed at the mass. Applejack trotted over and caught her first good look of the mass. Her jaw fell slack in surprise.

“How in Sam Hill did ya get a filly?” the farmpony asked, incredulous.

Domenico sighed. “In a dark basement, about to suffer a fate best not described. Take it, I have a battle to… Or perhaps not.”

Applejack followed the Blood Angel’s gaze down the alleyway. In yet another shock, the sounds of battle had faded into the distance. Iron Will stood triumphant over the corpse of his foe, his mob of ponies milling about for a moment as they caught their breaths. At the entrance to the alleyway was a mass of bodies, alien and pony alike. The aliens were to a one dead, their bones crushed underhoof and the armour of the Word Bearers blown open by a mixture of unicorn magic and Iron Will’s chainsword. Many ponies, however, had paid for the victory with their lives. More bodies than Applejack ever wanted to count lay strewn about, torn apart by the death throes of their foes.

“It seems I will have to search farther afield to slake the Knife,” Domenico grumbled.

Iron Will stepped down from the site of his victory and strode up the alleyway.

“What have we here? What’re ponies doing with one of… Fluttershy?” the minotaur tailed off as he caught sight of the Pegasus mare and the little filly she was currently doting on. Iron Will laughed. “Iron Will never thought he’d see you again.”

Fluttershy gave the minotaur a brief smile. “Hello, Iron Will. I’m sorry, but I’m a bit busy. This poor little filly’s been through a lot, and I…”

“Iron Will completely understands,” he answered with a nod. “But Iron Will still needs to know why one of these aliens is with you.”

Applejack could feel Domenico bristle with anger. “You dare, xenos? I am Domenico, Priest of the Ninth Legion Astartes. I will not be placed in the same category as the aliens and heretics I am sworn to destroy!”

“Whoah nelly!” Applejack said as she stepped between Iron Will and Domenico. “No need ta fight, we’re all on the same side. Domenico’s a friend, Iron Will. Not all the alie-, er, Ah mean, not all of them are bad. Domenico, Iron Will meant nothing by it, let it go.”

Domenico stood stock still for a moment, save for the flexing of his sword hand. Then he relaxed and sheathed his blade. “Very well. It serves no purpose to fight here. More pressing foes abound. Tell me, orange xenos, have you seen any of my brothers? I became separated from them while… rescuing the little one.”

Applejack shook her head. “Ah haven’t seen hide nor hair of any y’all since we left Canterlot. Fluttershy an’ Ah’ve been running ever since this attack began.”

Iron Will spoke up. “Iron Will suggests we keep moving. We won’t find anypony hanging around here. Iron Will needs to get his ponies somewhere safe.”

“I concur,” Domenico said. “Yellow xenos, take care of the little one. Check for any open wounds. I killed a foul Slaaneshi near it, and its blood sprayed. I gave it a quick clean, but I’ve not the time for a proper…”

Domenico allowed the words to die as Fluttershy began fussing over the filly, carefully checking every hair in her coat for any sign of hurt.

“Alright, so we’re settled?” Applejack said. She sighed in relief. “Good. Now, where are we all headin’?”

“West,” Domenico answered simply. “Even if Orlando cannot be found, the Chaplain will be bringing reinforcements by rail. We should rally with him.”

“Iron Will finds that idea acceptable,” the minotaur said, hefting his chainsword onto his shoulder.

Applejack just allowed herself another sigh of relief. It was still a long day ahead, but at least now they had a chance of making it out alive.

She just hoped the rest of her friends were doing alright.

Author's Notes:

Well, Rainbow’s scene was hard to write. Not because I had trouble writing her, far from it. Once I started she was actually rather fun. No, it’s because the Heldrake wasn’t supposed to be there. I had a whole scene all planned out, and then the Heldrake said, “well screw you, I’m a dragon,” and flew in, completely killing my plans.

And yes, the Blood Angels do sometimes still refer to themselves as the IX Legion.

EDIT: added "Part I" to the title, since I can't come up with a good title for the next chapter (which is basically what this chapter has been for some of our other heroes), which will be "Scattered Survivors Part II"

Also, stats for the chapter:

Applejack, the Element of Honesty 50 points
Applejack, the Element of Honesty: WS3 BS3 S4 T3 W2 I4 A2 Ld8 Sv-
Unit Type: Infantry
Unit Composition: 1 (unique)
Special Rules: Stubborn, Element of Harmony, Element of Honesty (grants Stubborn to attached squad and any model with the Element of Harmony Special Rule within 12”), Independent Character
Relics of Equestria: Apple Family Stetson (weapon skill treated as being 1 higher for purposes of enemies trying To Hit in close combat)

Iron Will 45 points
Iron Will: WS4 BS3 S4 T4 W2 I4 A2 Ld9 Sv-
Unit Type: Infantry
Unit Composition: 1 (unique)
Wargear: Minotaur Horns (CCW), Chainsword
Special Rules: Fearless, Hatred, Furious Charge, Rage, Show Them That You Rock! (if Iron Will attached to a squad with the Conscript special rule, then the entire squad gets Furious Charge and Rage)

Pegasi Conscript Squad 20 points
WS2 BS1 S3 T3 W1 I1 A2 Ld4 Sv6+
Unit Type: Jetbike
Wargear: Skirmish Armour
Special Rules: Pegasi Wings, Conscript
Options: can add up to 20 more Pegasi Conscripts (2 points each)

Earth Pony Conscripts 20 points
Earth Pony Private: WS2 BS2 S4 T3 W1 I4 A1 Ld6 Sv6+
Unit Type: Infantry
Unit Composition: 10 Earth Pony Conscripts
Wargear: Skirmish Armour
Special Rules: Stubborn, Conscript
Options: can add up to 20 more Earth Pony Conscripts (2 points each)

Unicorn Conscripts 20 points
Unicorn Conscript: WS2 BS3 S3 T3 W1 I3 A1 Ld6 Sv6+
Unit Type: Infantry
Unit Composition: 10 Unicorn Conscripts
Wargear: Skirmish Armour
Special Rules: Unicorn Horn, Conscript
Options: can add up to 20 more Pegasi Conscripts (2 points each)

Wargear:
Skirmish Armour: this makeshift equipment is assembled from whatever could be found on hand, and provides a 6+ Armour Save.
Special Rules
Conscript: a squad that includes at least one model with this rule cannot perform Sweeping Advances.