40k Paste Hit Story: Harmony League of Equestria.


                                            =Harmony League of Equestria=


                                            >Equestria: The Kingdom of Harmony. Established over a thousand years ago and still standing to this day.

                                            >Ponyville: An idyllic town in the Equestrian countryside that houses many of the brave defenders of Harmony.

                                            >You are one of those defenders.

                                            >You creep along the support beams on the ceiling, watching the scene below you.

                                            >The Brotherhood of Evil Dogs had broken into the First Ponyville bank roughly a half hour ago.

                                            >You were forced to play it safe from the rafters, you couldn't risk going down there.

                                            >Not with that many thugs and certainly not with that many Metas.

                                            >Firo, Roverlanche and Quickspot all stand in the center of the room, directing their hired thugs around and stealing everything that wasn't nailed down.

                                            >"Get chairs! They shiny!" Firo cries.

                                            >The thugs in turn lift the brass chair off the ground and carry it to one of the carriages outside.

                                            >As the dogs begin to cart off the last of the loot, you make your move.

                                            >You leap from the perch you were on and land on the back of one of the thugs.

                                            >"It's him!" one of them shouts.


                                            >The rest of their cohorts jump back in shock and surprise, dropping their money before lunging at you.

                                            >Dogs never did know when to lie down.

                                            >A few blocks, chops, kicks and broken bones puts the dogs down.

                                            "Is that it?"

                                            >Firo and his cronies back up a step.

                                            >"Get to carriages! Leave them!"

                                            >The Brotherhood and their thugs turn tail and run to the front door.

                                            >Dammit!

                                            >You bound after the dogs, getting to the door just in time to catch the dust cloud from seven carriages peeling off.

                                            >Damn...you were only able to tag one of those...

                                            >Hmm...it -is-  Meta issue...

                                            >You put a finger to your ear and cue your com-link.

                                            "Batmanon to all points, The Brotherhood of Evil dogs has robbed the First Ponyville. I could use some backup."

                                            >A double flanged voice full of authority comes over the Com. "On our way, Batmanon."


                                            >You run out of the bank and grapple onto the roofs, hoping that your ability to evade corners would help you catch up to the thieves.

                                            >The carriages moved and breakneck pace through the Ponyville streets, the dogs inside peering up at the sky in anticipation and fear.

                                            >The team would be here soon.

                                            >On cue, twin streaks of hot red hit the front wheels of the first carriage, disintegrating them and causing the carriage to smash into the ground and skid on a straight path to a nearby house.

                                            >Or would have if a white and orange blur hadn't smashed into the ground in front of it.

                                            >She skidded along and into the ground as the force pushed her hooves deeper and deeper into the road.

                                            >Mere inches from the house, both mare and carriage come to a stop, sparing the innocent family inside.

                                            >She huffs and climbs out of the hole her hooves dug, walking to the rear of the carriage and throwing it open.

                                            >Diamond Dogs are thrown high into the air and out of the carriage as she rails against them.

                                            >"Y'all almost wrecked that poor families' house! What've ya got to say fer yourselves!?"

                                            >You cue your com.

                                            "Letting them get to you, Powerjack?"

                                            >She tosses the last of the gods onto the ground behind her.

                                            >"Just don't have too much sympathy for folks who'd hurt a family, Batmanon."

                                            >Powerjack was always more domestic than you...comes with actually having a family.

                                            >That was one of seven carriages down.


                                            >Immediately after you turn your attention back to the carriages, one of them veers off and crashes into a lamp post.

                                            >You could hear screaming and shouting on the inside of it, as well as various lame jokes and whoopee cushions.

                                            >Several of the dogs are thrown from the back of the carriage, a red and black suited ball of energy bouncing around them on the outside.

                                            >"So do you guys think it's be Chimmycherry or Cherrychanga? I've been trying to figure it out for MONTHS now!"

                                            >A dog crawls away from the pile of its friends only to be intercepted by its bubbly attacker.

                                            >"Hey! Are you trying to get away! You can't do that, it'll ruin the pace!"

                                            "Pinkiepool, what are you talking about?"

                                            >Pinkie cues her com. "The pace, Batmanon! We need to be considerate of the people reading this!"

                                            >Oh, she was in one of THOSE moods.

                                            "Just detain the criminals, Pinkiepool. You and I will take you to Professor C later."

                                            >She thought all of your lives was a book again, it was common with her.

                                            >Pinkie was a good friend, but boy did she have some weird ideas sometimes...


                                            >Four chariots remain.

                                            >You grapple over to the next roof and cut across around the turn, getting you ever closer to them.

                                            >One chariot pulls ahead of the others, apparently intent on escaping from the city as fast as possible.

                                            >A small blob of black, silver, and pink flutters high over your head and lands in the path of the oncoming vehicle.

                                            >To the naked eye, it would seem that a shy little filly wondered into the path of certain death.

                                            >The chariot speeds towards her.

                                            >She shuffles her wings.

                                            >The chariot bounds and bops as it draws closer.

                                            >She plays with a rabbit.

                                            >The chariot bounces over the road and screams towards her, bringing the very sounds of Tartarus with it.

                                            >The mare opens her mouth and speaks a word, a word so soft that not even the most delicate of flowers would move were she not who she is.

                                            >"stop"

                                            >Waves of hypersonic force echo off of her and slam into the chariot.

                                            >The other members of your team knew bloody well to throw their hands over their ears in preparation.

                                            >The Dogs didn't.

                                            >The energy ripples across them and tore the chariot to pieces, sending small splinters over the dogs in waves.

                                            >The canines crash into the ground and skid to only a few inches from the mare, passed out cold.

                                            "Nice work, Pink Bolt" you say over the com.

                                            >You know she can't say anything back to you, but you see her nod as you run past.


                                            >You continue down the rooftops after the Dogs, the last trio of carriages heading for a fork in the road.

                                            >The rightmost one breaks off down the fork, heading towards Sweet Apple Acres and out of town.

                                            >Damn!

                                            >You cue your com.

                                            "One of them is getting away! Heading for the orchard!"

                                            >A voice full of bravado and almost masked by the sound of rushing air. "I got 'em!"

                                            >From beyond a far off mountain, a red blur flies low over the landscape.

                                            >A rainbow colored boom streaks out from behind the blur as it enters the town limits.

                                            >It catches the carriage and spins around it at an almost astonishing speed before rocketing towards town square.

                                            >It reaches the square and two Diamond Dogs are deposited in front of town hall before the blur goes back for another trip.

                                            >The second time present the third dog an all the money they had stolen.

                                            >The third and forth present the dismantled parts of the carriage.

                                            >The dogs were hogtied in the blink of an eye by the red blur before it stopped dead in its tracks and tightens the knot.

                                            >The Dash: The fastest flier there was.

                                            >She whips her hair back out of her face and gleams. "Don't worry Batmanon, I got these guys for ya."

                                            "Good work, watch them for us."

                                            >"You got it, bro!"

                                            >That left only three...


                                            >You're getting close to the edge of town now, where the fields open up and the dogs could lose you.

                                            >You HAVE to stop them before that happens.

                                            "Come on, team! Double time!"

                                            >"On it!" a voice calls over the com.

                                            >The ground of Ponyville shakes with a rhythmic thumping from a boutique at the other end of town.

                                            >Dust and dirt is kicked up in her rampage, leading to a cloud of debris that can be seen from Cloudsdale.

                                            >From a side street, a large white mare in deep red armor smashes into one of the carriages, sending it flipping into the wall with its contents spilling out.

                                            >The Dogs inside crawl out beaten and battered by their flight, stopping at the white hoof that slams down in front of their faces.

                                            >"Wh-who are you?" they ask.

                                            >She stomps her foot again, cracking the ground a bit.

                                            >A voice full of class and pomp speaks.

                                            >"Why, are you insinuating that you do not know ME?"

                                            >"The Hunter of Gems? The Most Famous Fashionista in all of Equestria? The Unstoppable Beacon of Generosity?"

                                            >Laying it on thick, as always...

                                            >She stomps once more. "Open your ears, you covetous canines!"

                                            >Her helmet is levitated off, revealing her deep purple hair.

                                            >"I'm the Rarinaut, darling!"


                                            >Only two more to go.

                                            >Rarinaut's attack herded the two remaining carts into a dead-end street.

                                            >One who's end you were coming up on fast.

                                            >The cart drivers panic and throw their comrades to the wind, interested only in saving themselves as they speed down the road.

                                            >From up above, the sound of billowing cloth could be heard as a lone figure floats in the air and casts a shadow over the ground.

                                            >With a flick of her horn, the lead carriage was lifted from the ground and taken to the air.

                                            >The dogs inside panicked even further, Firo sticking his body out of the window to throw fire at his attacker.

                                            >That fire was met with its emerald cousin as a small purple drake flew down to meet him.

                                            >The pyrokenetic duel only lasted a moment before Firo was pushed back inside by the green flame.

                                            >Spikeheed was not one to be outdone by a Dog.

                                            >The purple glow flips the carriage upside down before smashing it into the ground below, incapacitating the Dogs.

                                            >The caped figure floats down and meets you by the carriage.

                                            >"Good to see you again, Batmanon." she says in her double-voice.

                                            "And you, Doctor Sparkle. Always a pleasure."

                                            >Her cape wraps itself around her at seemingly its own accord as Spikeheed lands on her back.

                                            >Wheels against dirt from ahead draws both your attentions to the last carriage.

                                            >Roverlanche sticks his head out of the window. "Ponies not stop me!"

                                            >He extends his arms and causes the ground to rumble beneath your feet as his carriage gains speed towards you.


                                            >"Batmanon?" Doctor Sparkle says.

                                            >Sigh...she knew you too well, it seems.

                                            >You pull a detonator out of your belt and press the plunger, setting off the charges underneath the front two wheels of the carriage and sending it flipping end over end into a fountain.

                                            >"How's it look, y'all?" came a voice from behind you both.

                                            >Power Jack and the rest of the League meet up with you.

                                            "Let's find out, shall we?"

                                            >You walk over to the fountain and throw the door open.

                                            >Roverlanche is laying in a heap on the "floor", his loot in piles around him.

                                            >You grab him by the scruff of his collar and hoist him up.

                                            "You Dogs aren't smart enough to pull this off on your own, who are you working for?"

                                            >You shake Roverlanche back and forth trying to get an answer out of him.

                                            >What you get, however, is a small magical crystal.

                                            >The crystal activates as it hits the ground, projecting the image of an older earth stallion with a bald head.

                                            >"I need you and your pack to..."occupy" the Harmony League for a while."

                                            >Each member of the team grimaces at the projection.

                                            >"In addition to whatever spoils you may obtain from your distraction, you will be handsomely compensated after the job is done. That is all."

                                            >The image fades away, the crystal cracking systemically afterwards.

                                            >Every member of the team turns round to glare at the imposing sky scraper that towered above all of Ponyville and almost all of Equestria itself.

                                            >The magical enterprises mogul that had done so much for the world while at the same time housing one of the Harmony League's most dangerous enemies, Power Jack's in particular.

                                            >Rich-Corp.