I have no idea where this is going. Bear with while I figure everything out.


Service. Service, service, service. Forced to serve. Serve with force. That's one way of putting it I guess, the pony sat on the ledge of a cliff looking over the sunset. What else is there, we only live so long, might as well leave an imprint on this world. I won't be one to serve, I'm going rouge. He'd always dreamed of being off-grid. Unknown, unseen, unrestrained. A smile flashed over his face. Why not? Why? But why not? First things first, he stood up. Lets get ready. He put on his coat, after walking back into Canterlot he proceeded to buy several weapons. An assortment of vials, knives, darts, a rapier, a broadsword, and a hoof pistol. Next he went over to the armaments store. He purchased a mask, cloak, boots, metallic sleeves thin and protective, a flak jacket, and blacked-out goggles. Pirates, theives, they will never amount to me. He turned and painted a coat of orange-red paint over his cutiemark. Now to get that record removed.

This shady pony walked into the Royal Barracks, past the briefing room, and into the office. "Hello Captain. Having a nice day are we?" The hooded pony asked. "Hey get out of there!" The Captain almost called the guards, Almost. The hooded pony injected him with anesthesia. He put the captain up into a sword closet and locked it. After rummaging through the drawers he found what he was looking for, his history, his identity. No need for it now, as it only would cause him grief. He pulled out a pocket lighter a lit it. After disposing of the flaming file he dashed off. Once outside he blasted into the air. After flying as far up as his wings would take him he needed to find a team. He glided back to Canterlot for one last thing, information. He found the nearest newspaper and picked it up. Flipping through, there was nothing interesting. He flipped back over to the cover. The headlines read, "Cyan Pony makes Equestian History With Impossible Floor Routine Recovery!" Interesting he thought and continued reading, "This remarkable pony, native to Ponyville, pulled out of the Pony Olympics with three gold medals and what some say was 'the impossible'. During his gymnastics portion he snapped his neck and died but after a matter of minutes, made a remarkable recovery. His neck fully healed and life replenished this pony now resides in Ponyville." He finished reading. "He would be perfect." the hooded pony looked at the cover picture, "Cyan pony (middle) Twilight Sparkle (right) and Vinyl Scratch (left)" the caption read. The hooded pony dropped the paper, he was headed for Ponyville.

Once arrived he saw a town of dust, everypony walking around on dirt roads. "This is nothing like Canterlot." He said. He walked through the town more or less unnoticed. It just so happened that Cyan pony was out on a walk in his cloak and gear. The hooded pony got the tranquilizers ready. After loading them in his hoof pistols, he prepared to fire. He fired the darts right into his cannon, or cannon guards that is, the dart bounced off the tip destroyed. "Alright, plan B. I'll go after her instead." The hooded pony walked back through town and went to the library. Twilight opened the door and blankly stared at the hooded pony, "Can I help you?" she asked. "No." And he injected hallucinogenics into her shoulder. "Whaaa-" Twilight started to wobble. She collapsed. The hooded pony picked her up and brought her to a warehouse. On Cyan Pony's doorstep there was a lock of her mane and a note saying, "if you ever want to see her again, come to the old abandoned warehouse." Cyan pony sprinted towards the warehouse. After walking in he saw Twilight in the center, tied up and unconscious. He went over to untie her, not before he himself was knocked out by a bar.

Cyan Pony's vision was foggy, but he could tell what was going on. He squirmed to get out of the chains. "Oh good, your awake." A sinister voice came from the darkness. "Now I have a proposition for you. Join me and rule over this land in silent anarchy, or you can die right here right now." The hooded pony said coming out of the dark. "Hah you don't know me very well then! I'm the pony that never dies!" Cyan pony said full of confidence. "Oh I know that! I meant I'm going to break your heart and will to live. Isn't that right Twilight." He replied brandishing a sharp knife near her throat. "We wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?" Hooded pony laughed. "Why me? Why choose me!" Cyan pony yelled at him. "I need the best of the best. The fastest, the ones who don't fail. I need you." Hooded pony said. "And now since your obviously joining me. Go ahead write a note. It will be the last thing she hears from you anyways." Hooded pony added. Cyan Pony's chains were unlocked. He wrote down a note quickly and dropped it at her hooves. Hooded pony untied her and let her sit there. "Grab your equipment." We have havoc to wreck. And trust me you'll soon love it!" Hooded pony walked out, Cyan pony followed close behind...