COLONY BUCEPHALA

2542 ARL (After the Return of Luna)

It was a bad-bucking time for all of us.

We thought at first seeing covenant forces retreat deeper into the city, we were victorious; then I remembered that my old instructor told me that nothing should ever be easy in war.  He was right.

While we were successfully in the ground battle, the odds of winning the space-skirmish above was against us.  When we looked to the cloud-covered heavens, we only saw…covenant ships, glassing streets. Then we were reported that we had lost this planet and we were to retreat.

I ordered my team to gallop back to our phoenix dropship.  One of them, Greenhorn-065, however disobeyed and went back into the streets.  I kept calling out her name but she said she intended to make the covenant bastards pay.  Little did she know that a covenant Banshees swooped down from above and fire of a round of green plasma mortar on her postion.  

065's body and armor was blasted in a green mist;  if she had put up her shields she would have been saved.  Knowing another was gone for good, I pulled up her name on my Armor’s HUD and listed her as MIA along with many other ponies that I called my brothers and sisters.  There was saying among our unit – we never die.  But I try not to think about that too much.

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We kept running away from covenant, giving them one of our colonies for them to burn and render uninhabitable, but before they slaughtered millions.

I remembered days where the covenant wasn't here…where…it was just an insurrection. And some feuding politicians.

But it was a world filled with magic….or whatever was left of it.

I carry some of that magic with me, though; my MUSTANG-MK 5 is powered by it.  I was made to defend harmony and avenge spilled blood. I trot with ponies I call true friends. These are the things I clutch on to, as I'm forced to let go of pieces of myself thought my life.

But I will never die.  Equestria needed the greenhorns.  The greenhorns needed Team Indigo.  And Team Indigo needed Master Chief Petty Officer Greenhorn-117.

This is the tale about that one little pony’s military life, her suffering, and her tests.

I was that little pony once.  Before that I was an assistant in the ponyville library....not a stunning beginning...but it was interesting what happened to me from there.  Hard to believe I was the same old filly I once was.