AUTHOR'S NOTE: most chapters will follow an order similar to this: Introduce new gang members, mission, introduce gang members, mission. Rinse and Repeat.

Solar Flare belongs to Tried and True

Arkane belongs to FurryGoose

Striker belongs to kabal1337

Axis belongs to DarkCheshire13

Dante/Burning Sparkle belongs to TV adict

New Recruits

Here's what's what: Mister Moneybags is a tall twenty-five year old Earth pony. His body; a spring green, his mane; dirty blonde and neatly combed backwards, he usually adorns himself with a gold watch on his left fore-hoof, a black vest with grey stripes (everypony in the gang wears this piece of the outfit), and yellow sunglasses. He has been the godfather of "The Herd" since its creation, as soon as he became the godfather he earned his cutie mark; three small sacks overflowing with bits. So what's the difference between him and the next gang boss? Mister Moneybags is an educated, refined stallion; born and raised in Canterlot. He has no tragic past, his parents aren't dead…in fact his childhood career was quite the luxurious one. So why would somepony like him head a criminal organization? Easy, because he was good at it…and it was fun. Nothing thrills Moneybags more than when a plan comes into fruition. His style of managing the crew was also a little out there, you see Moneybags will actively participate in a job. He will always be on the front lines of a gang war, and he would most likely give his life for another member of the family. Everypony in the herd willingly trusted Moneybags, not just for his sheer dedication to his syndicate, but also for his very cordial smile.

Pyro; a unicorn, is an average-sized seventeen year old pyromaniac and arsonist. His body is orange, his hair; an auburn afro with crimson streaks, his cutie mark; a fire pit. This guy is the impiety of the word "spaz". Seriously, he's freaking crazy man, his likes: fire, spicy food, fire, explosions, fire, and death by fire. The colt's random fits of insanity can only be solved by either setting something aflame, or smoking. Moneybags bailed him out of jail and employed him as the co-manager of Ponyville's Joke Shop, the other manager being Moneybags himself.

Doll Face is a young filly at age fourteen; is purple and her mane's always tucked under her brown beret; she mostly keeps to herself, the only exception being when she's with Moneybags. You will learn more of her later.

Mister Moneybags

Time: Midnight

Location: Ponyville, The Joke Shop, one candle atop a table in a side room.

"Well, well, well…" Mister Moneybags aired as he observed the line of delinquents facing him. The new recruits had no idea what they were going to do in the gang, but all of them had come to the herd as soon as they heard they were in need of soldiers, probably because they have nowhere else to go… Almost every single one of the miscreants was a shade of black…except one that stood out. "The white pegasus," boss called.

"ACK," The addressed pegasus shouted in surprise, "y-yes sir."

"My name ain't sir kid, call me Moneybags." the Mafioso insisted.

Pyro shot up. "WHAT THE HELL? I call you sir all the time!" Pyro interjected.

"Pyro, SHADDUP!" Moneybags ordered the flame-obsessed unicorn.

The messy red-headed pegasus continued, "R-right sorry Mister Moneybags," the feathered stallion stuttered.

"What's ya name kid." Moneybags asked.

"Solar Flare…or, Sol," he answered.

"I'll call ya whatever the hell I want."

"Or you can call me whatever the hell you want…"

"Why are you so nice kid? Grow a backbone! You know where you are right?" the crook asserted.

"Yeah…sorry,"

"Ugh, for the love of-don't say ya sorry. Come on!" Moneybags drawled as he proceeded to get up in the newbies grill. "Jeez…you're so young, and in good shape too…you said you've worked in a gang before, all you've ever known or some crap like that?"

"Yes, and it was a damn good one to." Sol remarked.

"That's what I'm lookin' for kid, you've still got a lot to learn, but what the hell…welcome to the herd." Moneybags hugged the pegasus with his trademark grin on his face. Afterwards, he supplied Sol with the gang outfit and a black switch blade.

"Yes sir, I mean Mister Moneybags, thank you." Sol concluded his initiation humbly.

Moneybags then switched his attention to the Midnight black unicorn whose brown mane covered his left eye. The boss approached him. "Who…are you?" he questioned.

"Arkane, at your service," he tried to sound sincere.

"I'll be honest kid. You look like a bitch."

"…what?" Arkane aired, dumbfounded.

"Is that your cutie mark; a purple fireball?" Moneybags interrogated.

"Uh, yeah, why do you care?"

"Why's it purple?"

"I don't freaking know it's just purple!"

"…that's gay."

"Agh…Wha-why…you're an idiot." The unicorn rebuked incredulously.

"Hmm…what are you good at?"

"Eh, I can blow stuff up…"

"I LIKE HIM!" yelled Pyro.

"Pyro, SHADDUP!"Moneybags matched his annoying underling's voice. "Fine…you're in. try not to do anything dumb." He passed on another uniform and knife to the stallion.

"Jee, thanks…"

Moneybags could have sworn the unicorn muttered something under his breath, but it didn't matter. He'll warm up; the Mafioso figured it takes time. He made his way for the grey stallion in the middle of the line; he had a crosshair as his cutie mark, and an unusual blue-grey mane that reached down his legs. There was a cold air around him.

The earth pony opened his mouth, but was quickly silenced when Moneybags put his mouth next to his ear.

"I've seen your type…yeah I know you asshole…you must think your hot shit right? All these colts littered over the room, they have no idea what they're doing, am I right? What's ya name, guy?"

The stallions reply was like dragon claws scratching a chalk board, "Striker."

Mister Moneybags lowered his voice an octave, it was now an intimidating, ominous voice "You may be good with a crossbow Striker, but let me tell you…you cross me, or anyone else in the herd…I'll break ya legs…I'll make ya watch as I tear out your innards…and I'll throw ya corpse in the forest, where the wolves can have ya."

Striker displayed no emotion; his visage was the same as ever.

"Other than that, welcome to the herd." he hurriedly embraced the other stallion for a split-second before handing over his gear.

"What is this?" Striker noticed his equipment was distinct from the others'. In addition to the vest and switch -blade, he received a repeating, lever-action wooden crossbow; attached was a long coal-black scope and a quiver of multi-purpose arrows. "Such excellent craftsmanship," the stallion ventilated his disbelief.

"Don't waste it." Moneybags said emptily as he moved away. Jeez, look at this freaking kid. He thought as he went for the next black stallion, this one was a pegasus, with a contradicting messy white mane and a bright red streak in it. "Hey, hey, a red X as a cutie mark. Not something you see every day."

The addressed pony's tone was headstrong, and full of life. "Axis, call me Axis. I can fight."

"Oh, yeah"

Axis must have seen Mister Moneybags' eyebrows rise from behind his sunglasses.

"Yeah and I think I do it pretty well too!"

"Okay…hit me."

"W-What!" Axis took a step back in confusion.

"Come on; punch me as hard as you can. I wanna see ya do it!" The boss instigated.

"tch, alright." Axis remarked acceptingly as he reeled his fore- hoof. POCK! He slammed Moneybags' face.

"SIR!" Doll Face erupted.

"Relax, Doll… I'm good." The spring green pony spat out a bit of blood. "You have potential, but cha' got no technique." he explained. "Lemme show ya how it's done." Moneybags rose onto his hind legs and nailed Axis in the jaw.

The pegasus couldn't get up; he was in complete shock. Ugh, I hope I didn't hurt the poor kid too badly. "Get up kid, ya fine."

Axis did as instructed, and spat out a tooth.

"Ain't ya glad you're in the herd? HUH? Come on why don't cha' turn that frown upside down!"

Axis smiled after spitting out some more blood.

Damn, kid's got a pair… the fighter handed his fellow combatant his suit and knife.

"Oh, Celestia, whaddya know another black stallion, right?" his guess was confirmed when he met the jet-black unicorn with a long bright red mane. "Holy shit f*** ass burger on a mother f***ing sandwich, is that a skull…with bleeding eye holes."

"Yeah, I can raise the dead." the owner of the cutie mark proclaimed.

"You can raise…the dead?"

"Yup,"

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"I think you're lying."

"I'm not kidding." he chuckled. "I'm Dante."

"What the hell kind of name is that?"

"Well my real name is Burning Sparkle."

"Burning… Sparkle?"

"Ye-"

"No. I'm not callin' ya Dante and I'm not gonna call ya Burning Sparkle from now on, ya name's burn."

"Burn," Burning Sparkle stated stupidly, "you're kidding?"

Pyro affirmed his approval, "I LIKE IT! BUUURRRNNN!"

"SHUT UP!" now everypony except Moneybags yelled at the spastic colt.

"Anyways, welcome to the herd kid… here's ya shit." Moneybags quickly gave away the last set of gear.

"You don't wanna know more about me?"

"You kidding! I have your review for that! Oh crap, broke the fourth wall. Should probably add that to the list of laws…"

"Welcome, all of you, to the herd." Mister Moneybags announced. "And here's to many a good bit." They all drank a glass of wine, celebrating the new bonds forged that night. "do any of you have any questions, any at all?"

"Yeah, why the hell are you wearing sunglasses in the dark?" Arkane inquired obnoxiously.

Next time: Carrot Top needs "The Herd" to impede the business of sweet apple acres. How will the crew handle this kind of job, especially when miscommunication is running rampant? Find out next time in "The Herd".

P.S: It's never too late to join the gang.