I’ve never claimed to be overlty spiritual. I have confidence in Desert Eagle’s watchful eye on the Wasteland, as I also have confidence that Desert Rose wakes up at 2:15 in the morning to be fed. The thrills of being a new mom, right?
One such night in the last few weeks brought Rose’s summoning…
That was beautiful, Octave.
I’ve been meaning to ask, how are things going in your Stable right now?
My Stable.
Well…
It kind of got destroyed. Before I had married my husband, Desert Eagle, the two of us had returned to the Stable after receiving a distress call to find that the Enclave had come to claim it—with help from my own brother. That’s right: my own family betrayed not only my trust but the trust of everypony in the Stable.
After some pegasi forces captured us, we were led into my mother’s office where my brother had taken her capture, as well as some Enclave guards. Just to confirm that he meant business, he shot her. Right in front of me, just…boom.
I was so fractured and torn at that point I didn’t know what to think. But then my brother ended up on the wrong side of the Enclave’s fence: they decided that his usefulness had come to an end.
He tried to save as many of the ponies inside as he could. Before Desert Eagle carried me out, we had grabbed about 50 adults and a hooffull of children.
Here’s the kicker: this happened after your…”conversion”. Some ghouls had commandeered an Enclave vessel, and upon hearing our distress signal, did all they could: which was to fire at the Enclave officers.
Which had the nasty effect of reducing the Stable to slag. All that was left was the opening and some melted metal. Not sure if the ship they had captured was calibrated with proper weaponry of some of the ghouls there wanted to make up for the destruction of Stable City when the Enclave shot Canterlot off the side of the mountainside in their pathetic “Operation Cauterize”.
All I know is that right now I have my life, my wings, my mate and my daughter.
And that…I should probably mourn…
E-eventually.
*mumbles softly* Sorry…it’s still hard to think they’re all gone, my whole family save for my husband and child.
Oh! Oh dear, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bring all of that back up. I just remembered that the first question you had asked me, you had mentioned your Stable, and I;m always curious to here how every Stable did.
Oh, I feel so terrible now. 😦
It’s okay, Fluttershy. It’s actually good that you asked me; I had kind of been burying what I was feeling: I’m no psychologist, but I’m pretty confident that it wouldn’t be good for my Sandbird (Desert Eagle’s pet name) and Desert Rose if I don’t deal with this. Maybe you could give me the information for the therapist that you’re seeing, if it’s okay with you?
I sure could, but I actually have some paperwork to fill out tonight, and I have to do storytime with the children right now. I’ll reblog with the information tomorrow. 🙂
I hope this isn’t bringing too much up as well, but did the Enclave brand you a Dashite?
Never had a chance to. Stable 7 was kept pretty quiet: with how Scootaloo kept information about the Stables so secret–even from you and the rest of the Ministry Mares–I’m not surprised you didn’t know.
Scootaloo, having been a pegasus and loyal to Rainbow Dash, thought that the last thing she wanted was for all the pegasi to be above the clouds. Not sure if she saw the formation of the Enclave coming long before anybody knew it could be a thing, but Stable 7 was dedicated as the only ground-level pegasi stable.
After the megaspells…and, get this straight, Fluttershy, I don’t blame you and neither does anypony else…hit and the Cloud Curtain became a thing, we just kept on going on. First Overmare was Blueberry Muffin…you might also have known her as Blue October.
All of the pegasi from Stable 7 can never be brandished a Dashite. And if any of those arrogant bastards from the Enclave has the temerity to fly down here and try and put their laws upon us…well, I think a certain Dashite friend of yours might have a few choice words–and rounds–for them.
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