The next day,

Third person, Everfree forest:

A platoon of Celestia’s royal guards patrolled through the jungles of the Everfree. Just a basic patrol.

“A walk through the jungle my ass” muttered one of the privates. “Just deal with it” said the lieutenant. “Yeah I’ll deal with it when we get back home… this is bullshit man, straight up fucking bullshit” the private complained.

“Yeah well if you hadn’t volunteered you wouldn’t be here” said another guard. “Alright enough chit-chat. Keep it down back there” the lieutenant ordered. The platoon continued along through the jungle brush.

A few hundred yards away The Apache lay prone with her SVD Dragunov. Although she preferred her powerful titanium combat amour and stand up fights, she wasn’t a fool and knew when to sit back and do a little marksmanship.

She leveled her SVD and trained it on the lieutenant, she wanted him alive but the others were of no concern. Orders for any zebra were to try and capture the high ranking soldiers and torture them for information.

She trained her aim on his front foreleg and pulled back the trigger. The rifle let out a horrifying crack that filled the air. The 7.62x54mmR round slammed through the lieutenant’s knee and ripped his leg off. The other platoon members screamed and began to fire wildly into the forest.

She took aim and fired a round straight through the chest of a guard, blood spurted from the exit wound as he fell back. The soldiers took cover in the dense grass but she could still make out their body forms in the grass.

She fired another round which slammed into the head of a royal guard stallion and shattered his head across the ground. One of the other stallions lept up and tried to run away but The Apache quickly snapped her aim to the fleeing stallion and fired a round through his back.

She spotted a pony with a radio and her radio interceptor crackled as it intercepted a transmission. “Delta two six this is Delta two one” crackled her radio. She lined up a shot and fired. The high velocity round travelled downrange and blew a hole straight through the radio pony’s body and exited through the radio. Part of the radio shattered and the radio was destroyed.

Other members of the platoon tried to get up and run but she’d quickly snap her aim to them then shoot them down mercilessly. She kept track of her ammunition expenditure and after she had fired ten rounds she quickly reloaded a fresh magazine into the gun and focused her attention to the royal guard ponies. She once again continued her onslaught.

“We gotta get outta here” screamed a corporal but as he stood up a round tore through his skull and blew away part of his head. “I’ll get us outta here guys, follow me” screamed another private but he too was shot mercilessly as he stood up.

“Every-pony stay down…stay down” screamed a sergeant. The mare sergeant looked over to the radio operator and realized the radio was destroyed. “Clover” the mare screamed and another mare quickly crawled over to her. “Listen, you and me we’re gonna” the sergeant began but suddenly Clover’s head shattered and her brains were splattered against the sergeant.

“No-pony move, the sniper can” the sergeant began but suddenly a round ripped through her body, passing through her heart and killing her instantly. After a couple of minutes the Apache had completely annihilated the entire platoon, killing every pony except the lieutenant. She cut twenty six notches into her rifle stock. She would be needing a new stock soon as there was over fifty notches in her stock.

She waited a few more minutes and inspected the area, making sure that no-pony was still alive down there minus the lieutenant. As she reassured herself that she had killed everyone she stood up and slowly walked down to the killing sight were ponies lay dead on the ground. Blood stained the leaves and soaked into the ground. She walked over to several ponies, ripping open their armour and engraving ‘Apache’ into their chests with her dagger.

The lieutenant groaned in pain and the zebra known as The Apache walked over to the wounded lieutenant. She knelt beside him, grabbing him and flinging his body over her shoulder then began to trot back to her secret base.

Third person, unknown location:

“I’ll give you one chance to tell me. When is the staff shift in Firebase Delta?” The Apache asked Lieutenant Romeo, who was her prisoner. She had him strung up by the forelegs and he hung above the ground. “Fuck you” Romeo whispered weakly, he had lost a lot of blood but The Apache had cauterized his leg wound.

“Excuse me?” she asked in a zebra accent, her English wasn’t the greatest and she had a heavy zebra accent. Romeo spat blood into her face. She sighed in irritation as she wiped the blood from her face. “Well don’t say I didn’t try to be pleasant with you” she hissed as she grabbed a very jagged rusty razor blade.

She pressed it against his shoulder and very slowly began to cut downwards. The razor had been crudely customized to tug and rip rather than to slice and as such would catch on Romeo’s skin and rip his skin open in jagged cuts. Blood stained his white fur and he screamed in agonizing pain as she trailed the razor down his chest on a vertical angle until she reached his belly.

She pulled the razor away from his body and stepped up closer to him. “Will you tell me now?” she asked, Romeo grunted in pain. “Fuck you bitch” he cursed. The Apache sighed from his ignorance and grabbed a bottle of lemon juice then sprayed the juice on his wounds. She would’ve preferred using disinfectant but there was a lack of supplies so she had to pick lemons and harvest their juices for he own special uses.

Romeo screamed in pain as the spray of the juice stung his wounds. He cringed and the zebra stopped spraying him then set the bottle down. “We can help each other you know. Perhaps become great allies, but first you must tell me what I want to know” The Apache said calmly.

Romeo refused to cooperate with the zebra communist. “Fine… I’ll tell you” Romeo whispered and The Apache smiled triumphantly. “Up your fucking cunt” Romeo laughed, The Apache’s eyes went wide with fury.

She grabbed a rusty blade from the table and walked up to Romeo. She slid the knife upwards into his chest but kept the knife angled completely upwards so the knife didn’t cut deeper than his ribcage as she cut around his chest muscles with the crude blade.

“Tell me the shift change… tell me” she screamed but Romeo’s will was stronger than her torture and he refused to tell her what she wanted to know. She swung the knife outwards and the blade cut his chest open, his chest muscle flapped and now bled quite profusely.

“I’ll bleed to death before I tell you shit” Romeo sneered painfully. The Apache snickered at his comment, “Oh I haven’t even begun to torture you. This was a warm up” she laughed. Romeo snickered, “Do your worst you stupid cunt” he challenged. Her eyes narrowed. “You really want that?” she asked and Romeo spat more blood at her face. “You won’t get anything from me. You won’t get any sort of satisfaction from torturing me” Romeo sneered.

The Apache stepped forwards. “Oh… you think so? Fine” she said as she began to unbutton his combat pants which were stained in blood. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing” hissed Romeo and she looked up to him. “I have my own needs and urges you know” she giggled seductively. “This is your worst? Raping me?” Romeo spat and the zebra finally unbuttoned his pants and slid them off then stood up, leaping to her hind legs and resting her face against his bloody chest.

Romeo’s mind raced with worry. ‘What the fuck is wrong with this bitch’ he thought to himself. She moved her right hoof down to his penis and began to fondle with it. Despite his agonizing pain his penis still became erect, to his discomfort. “See, I knew you’d cooperate” The Apache laughed as she began to stroke his shaft.

“I won’t let you get anything out of this” Romeo said painfully. “Oh I’ll get everything I want from this” she whispered as she pulled out the rusty blade and cut open his testicles. “AHHHHH FUUUUCCKKK” Romeo screamed in horrifying pain. The Apache stepped back and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice and sprayed the juice into his cut open testicles.

Romeo’s screams of agonizing pain could be heard from outside her torture hut and several of her zebra guards cringed in fear as they could only imagine what horrifying things she was doing to the captive royal guard.

“So… feel like talking now” The Apache hissed as she continued to spray his cut genitals with the lemon juice. “Alright fuck… I’ll tell… I’ll tell” Romeo cried in pain. The Apache smiled and stopped spraying him. He hung there in god awful pain as tears rolled down his face. “The shift change… is at 4:30pm... please just don’t hurt me anymore” Romeo begged through cries of pain.

The Apache looked to her watch, it was 3:46 so they would have to hurry if they wanted to get the jump on the firebase. She walked up to him and whispered into his ear. “Shh… don’t worry it’ll all be over soon” she whispered then cut open his throat with her rusty knife. Blood gushed from his throat and his eyes widened as he gagged for air. His body thrashed violently and The Apache stood there and watched as he bled to death.

4:29pm, Firebase Delta:

“Hey Mitch” said Dandelion as he walked up and tapped his buddy on the shoulder. “Shift change” Dandelion told his friend who nodded. “Yeah, listen there’s still a patrol out there so don’t shoot until you confirm your target” Mitch told his friend.

Mitch slung his assault rifle then trotted off, Dandelion hunkered down in the machinegun nest but as he settled he spotted something two hundred yards away that wasn’t there a second ago. He tried to focus his eyes to see what it was but couldn’t make it out, it kind of looked like a… a pony.

“Hey… I think I see some-pony” Dandelion called out and a few royal guard ponies rushed over to him. Dandelion pointed out to the figure in the distance and a corporal brought out a pair of binoculars and checked it out. “Oh fuck, it’s Romeo. LT get the platoon” the corporal yelled and a platoon was quickly formulated.

They had several snipers watch over them as they rushed out to the figure who was indeed Romeo. He had been stung up on a crudely made cross. As they ran up to Romeo’s body, two of the platoon members gagged then puked at the sight of Romeo’s mutilated body. ‘The Apache’ was engraved into his chest and his throat had been cut wide open.

“Fuck… Rams, cut him down” the lieutenant ordered. In the distance sat The Apache in her titanium combat armour with a detonator switch in her hoof. As the platoon neared the dead body of Romeo she pressed the button on the detonator. She had filled Romeo’s body with explosives that detonated violently.

Several of the platoon members were either killed or brutally injured from the blast. The screams of zebras echoed in the air as a war trumpet played. Zebras flowed from the treeline like locust.

The royal guard ponies in the frontline trenches fired upon the zebras that advanced towards the base. Unlike Firebase Charlie, Delta had extremely well trained royal guard ponies who were exceptional fighters and they held off the advance of the zebras.

The Apache sighed to herself and rushed forwards, like a beacon for the other zebras to follow. 5.56mm and 7.62x51mm NATO rounds bounced off her armour. The heavier 7.62mm rounds almost pierced her armour but only made slight dents before ricocheting away.

She cocked her shoulders forwards and the twin Gatling guns rolled out of the battle saddle as she lept over the frontline trenches. Ponies directed their firepower at her but their puny rounds were unable to pierce her mighty armour. She tongued the button in her helmet and immediately the twin Gatling guns whirred to life then spat out a constant stream of deadly lead.

The ponies in the trenches stood no chance against her and were shredded apart by her mighty Gatling guns. Zebras were now able to advance over the trenches without getting shot down and flowed through the trenches like rats in a sewer.

The Apache climbed over the trench and shot down any-pony who stood in her way, she even shot down her own soldiers if they got in her way. Ponies screamed in horror from her onslaught and tried to retreat but she soon cut them down.

Suddenly in the trenches there was a slow chugging sound and zebras fell back, blood splattering everywhere. “Yeah bitches, that’s what you get for messing with me” screamed a hulking pony carrying two AA12s in his hooves, walking on his hindlegs. He turned his attention to a group of zebras and cut them down with the automatic shotguns. The zebra’s bodies were chopped apart and blood splattered against the trenches.

The Apache lept down into the trenches and aimed her Gatling guns at the pony but he was more maneuverable and fired both his shotguns in full auto. Although the shotgun’s buckshot was unable to penetrate the armour, the sheer force of the buckshot kicked The Apache off her hooves and to the ground.

The mighty stallion walked over to her, firing his AA12s into her armour as he walked forwards. The ping of rounds splashing of her armour rang through the air. He approached her just as both his shotguns ran out of ammo. He dropped the shotguns and unholstered an AMT Automag V .50 caliber handgun and pointed it at the visor of her helmet.

But just as he went to pull the trigger, The Apache kicked the knee of the mighty stallion. He screamed in pain and staggered back, giving her enough time to flip up and land on her hooves.

She raced forwards and slashed her forearm blades across the stallion’s throat. His throat was sliced open and he fell to the ground as he gagged, blood bubbled out of his cut open throat.

All over the firebase zebras brutally killed the remaining royal guards in Firebase Delta. The Apache walked around and cut ‘Apache’ into the chests of several ponies then walked away.

Canterlot castle, war room:

“Ma’am” said a royal guard as he approached Princess Celestia. Over two hours ago they had lost contact with Firebase Delta and the shit had begun to hit the fan. “Give me good news lieutenant” Celestia replied in a fearful tone.

“Ma’am reports indicate that Firebase Delta has been overrun and destroyed. There were no survivors” the lieutenant informed her. “Fuck” Celestia swore and threw a bunch of report papers into the air.

“Ma’am, it was The Apache. She left her mark” the lieutenant said fearfully. “Goddess dammit” Celestia swore. The Apache had been raining terror and fear into the entire army for months yet no-pony could stop her.

“Ma’am… what are we going to do?” the lieutenant asked and Celestia stood up. She looked to the lieutenant “I think that Sergeant Clare’s vacation is going to end earlier than expected”

Author's Notes:

Okay, I'm putting the gore tag. At first I was like 'It doesn't really need a gore tag because there's only a little bit of blood' but now with the introduction of The Apache things have just gotten bloody. I gotta say I love this zebra, not her actions but the mythology behind her. I mean usually when you have a war story it's goodguy vs badguy or goodgirl vs badgirl and on the rare occasions goodgirl vs badguy, only some stories ever have goodguy vs badgirl and usually it's a crime story.
But The Apache is... she's phenominal in the fact you got this insane zebra that is both an up front fighter and a sniper that tortures her prisoners brutally.