This chapter may or may not break you mentally. It's gonna be quite moving. Either way, I hope you enjoy.
16th December 1945 - 8:00 AM (Equestrian time)
Back at Sweet Apple Acres, the clubhouse, heavy rain...
It has been 2 days since the now CMC and the other 4 foals saw combat at first hoof. The original 3 CMC's and the others already have been through a lot. The original CMC trio had incorporated Button Mash, Rumble, Tender Taps and Silver Spoon into the CMC, making them full-fledged members.
They wake up and get out of their sleeping backs. They stretch out their hooves, click all their joints and yawn. When they're fully awake, they see an orange earth pony and a light blue pegasus and a white unicorn, Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Rarity. The 7 foals already know what the 3 adults are going to say.
"We nee' ta talk..." Said Applejack.
"Twilight died!?" All 7 foals exclaimed in horror. After the events during the air raid, the 7 foals are aware nopony is safe. Twilight got badly injured after the mane 6 got ambushed by Soviet heavy tanks.
"No, she's doing fine... well, as fine as she can be. She's currently at Ponyville Hospital with the rest of us as well as Coco, Spur and Biscuit. She should be out later on today," Rainbow Dash reassured. The CMC's sigh with relief, knowing Twilight is okay, for now.
"Wait, what about Delenski? Is he there too?" Sweetie Belle inquired.
"From what we know, when I asked Spur where he went, she said that Kacper darling wanted to fight, and he left to sign up two days ago. I wish him the best, he has a great soul," Rarity replied.
"Now back on topic. We wanted to talk about... what you all did two days ago. We were only that near the front lines because we all agreed to, to inspire hope. Despite what you all did was recklessly dangerous, you darlings were very brave and saved us," Rarity gets back to the topic she, Rainbow Dash and Applejack intended to talk through with the foals.
"We aren't mad or anythin', just disappointed. You lot saved us, credit is due where it's needed. But wha' y'all did was ver' dangerous. Y'lot also taking lots of left over German stuff behind all our backs was ver' dishonest," Applejack started the conversation off. She isn't angry, but disappointed, same with Rainbow Dash and Rarity.
"Sorry..." Scootaloo sighed, looking to the floor, depressed, playing with her forehooves.
"We want to do something about everything going on. We just wanna help," Apple Bloom stated, having the same expression as Scootaloo. The rest of the enlarged CMC have the same depressed expression.
"It's good to see you're all loyal, but-"
"We no longer want to sit here and do nothing. We all choose to fight," Rumble interrupted Rainbow Dash.
"Look, I don't want you all getting hurt, or worse, captured. I've experienced what getting captured by Soviets is like. They'll send you to gulags and you'll wish that you were sent to Tartarus instead. I don't want you all to be sent to a gulag," Rainbow Dash argues her point across, having a slight frown. She and the other 2 mares care deeply about the 7 foals.
"If you get captured or killed, we cannot do anything about it. We care about you, and that's why we need to talk about what happened," Rarity sternly stated.
"N' because y'all closely related to us y'all be pretty darn high on their list of targets," Applejack stated in the same tone as Rarity.
"We don't want to fight but we have to," Sweetie Belle argued.
"We even came up with a name of our group, the Cutie Mark Resistance," Said Button Mash.
"And we even made a symbol for the movement," Silver Spoon noted, wiping her eyes as a tear came of them as Tender Taps shows the 3 adults a makeshift pink flag with a purple tiara in the middle.
"Well y'all ain't going to. Y'all got real lucky you didn't get killed. Had their tank hit yer ammorack, y'all would be dead," Applejack spoke sternly.
"We know!" The 7 foals exclaimed together.
"The more we shelter ourselves, another pony dies, who we could've saved," Rumble declared.
Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Rarity knew they aren't going to win this argument. They get closer and went to sit down. But then Sweetie Belle's horn glows and the 7 CMC's disappeared, along with the 2 boxes full of weapons. Then they hear engine and clattering noises.
"They're in the tank!" Applejack exclaimed.
"And the boxes with weapons!" Rarity also exclaimed.
"We gotta stop them!" Rainbow Dash also exclaimed. The 3 mares rush to the door and bash it open. They trip as they desperately rush outside onto the platform of the clubhouse to stop the CMC leaving. But by the time they got outside, the Tiger 2 that was parked by the clubhouse's tree is gone.
"Great- we nee' ta go n' tell the others!" Applejack is panicking, as the other 2 are as well. They must regroup with the rest of the mane 6. The CMC, still foals, have gone loose, in a Tiger 2.
Sweetie Belle teleported herself, her coltfriend and her other 5 friends in their Tiger 2. They have already left Sweet Apple Acres in their tank and driving eastwards, at it's maximum speed. The foals are all positioned where they were in the tank when they swung down south. The commander's seat is behind the gun breach, which is where Button Mash's sitting. This seat can be elevated up or lowered down, and Button Mash has it as high as it will go.
The gunner's seat is on the left side of the gun breach as well as a monocular sighting telescope, a wheel and a trigger bar. There's also pedals below the gunner's seat, which is where Sweetie Belle's sitting.
Apple Bloom, Silver Spoon and Tender Taps are sat on the floor on the right side of the gun breach, where there's the loader's periscope. There's also another wheel there. They are sitting down, all bunched up together.
At the front of the hull are 2 seats, with some engines and various dial indicators on them. By the seat on the left is the driver's periscope, a gearstick and steering controls, which is where Scootaloo's sitting. By the seat on the right is the radio operator's periscope and a fixed machine gun, which is where Rumble's sitting.
"I think we're clear," Scootaloo sighed with relief and leans back slightly. She pulls the gearstick back slightly. The Tiger 2 slows down. Scootaloo is trying to save fuel.
"Apple, Sliver, Tender, make sure we've got the food and water we stored in here earlier," Button Mash ordered. The 3 earth ponies goes and check they have food and water, which they do. Meanwhile, Button Mash opens the hatch and starts looking outside. The Tiger 2 drives past the south of Ponyville. He looks at what remained of the city-like village he grew up in with his friends. Almost no building is standing, most of which is just rubble. There are groups of ponies removing rubble, looking for anypony who could still be trapped. He can't look at the sight, not without shedding a tear. He grunts and looks ahead, wiping his eyes.
"Don't worry... mamma... I'll make you proud..." Button Mash had to accept that his mother is most likely dead. It's been nearly 2 weeks since the air raid. He hasn't heard anything regarding his mother's status.
"Button... are you alright?" Sweetie Belle softly asked. She's been with Button Mash for some time now. She knows how to tell how Button Mash is feeling by his voice. The colt ducks back into the tank.
"All of this... it just isn't fair... they just kill everything..."
"But we have each other," Silver Spoon said firmly.
"We look out for each other," Rumble said firmly.
"We're more than some cutie mark crusaders. We're family," Said Apple Bloom, leaning onto Tender Taps. She sees her friends especially Tender Taps as family. The others nod, they're all family. They've left everything behind, they're at war now.
What felt like forever, the CMC having been driving endlessly eastwards in their Tiger 2. Scootaloo pulls the gearstick back, stopping the tank.
"I..." Scootaloo yawns.
"... need a moment to stretch..." Scootaloo leaves her seat and makes her way over to Button Mash, who helps her out of the hatch. Scootaloo stands on the turret and stretches her legs while looking around. Outside it is raining, heavily raining. She sees that the light brown and light turquoise boxes full of weapons are on the Tiger 2's engine deck, at the back. So if something went wrong with the tank, they have weapons to defend themselves with.
Scootaloo looks around at the surroundings to have a much better view of where she and her friends are. They're outside of the cottage that used to belong to Fluttershy. But since she went missing in 1942, somebody else had to live there to look after the animals. After stretching, Scootaloo hastily gets back into the tank. She does not want to be seen by the current owner of the cottage driving one of the deadliest tanks in the world.
"Where are we?" Tender Taps asked.
"Quiet! We're at Fluttershy's cottage, aka, we're near Spike. We gotta go before he sees us riding this tank," Scootaloo whispered as she makes her way back into her seat and pushes the gearstick as far as it would, making the Tiger 2 drive and accelerate to it's top speed. She steers left and takes the tank off of the path and onto the grass, before they are seen by Spike. As well, further ahead is the Everfree Forest and if the tank breaks down there, they're on their own.
(Few hours later)
The 7 foals have been in their Tiger 2 for a while now. They just went passed the north of Rambling Rock Ridge. They crossed the lake via a nearby bridge. They can see a large, dark rocky mountain to their right. Other than a few bushes both large and small, everything is flat ground. The mud underneath the grass is softer, making the tank slower. But the tank is still able to keep on driving.
"Scoots, there's some trees behind us. Reverse until we're better concealed. We're dangerously close to Baltimare," Button Mash instructed. He as well as the others are shuddering. They know they're now deep in Soviet-occupied territory.
Scootaloo pulls the gearstick back as far as it would, putting it into reverse. The tank starts going backwards, to an area of trees. They accidentally knock a tree, which creates a crunching sound and falls down underneath the weight of the German-made armour. As they are reversing, Rumble spots Soviet tanks and infantry marching forward, unaware of the Tiger 2's presence. But the CMC's tank gets to cover in time. Scootaloo pushes back the gearstick. The Tiger 2 stops moving. There they wait, in hiding. They know they can't deal with that many Soviet tanks on their own, especially tanks of that model.
"Let them pass, there's too many of them," Button Mash sternly ordered as he gets back in the tank and closes the hatches. There's an estimated 10 Soviet tanks. Half of the tanks look like the tank with the hull that has the shape of a pike, and a turret that somewhat looks like an uneven upside-down frying pan, the IS-3. The other tanks look like they have the turret of a T-34-85, but the sloped hull is much more horizontally angled. Accompanying these tanks are countless Soviet infantry. But they don't unsettle him the most. They're accompanied by something they can't believe they're seeing.
"I thought all changelings had reformed!" Button Mash sees unreformed changelings. They are hovering at slow speeds, accompanying the Soviet forces. The CMC know who is was in charge of the changelings before they 'all' reformed. But they don't want to believe it is 'her', 'she' was defeated a long time ago after the changelings reformed, well, some of them at least as it now appears.
"We just gotta wait for them to pass. Everypony else here?" A male voice makes the CMC flinch. The voice came from the radio by Rumble.
"Affirmative!" Another male voice replied on the radio. The male also sounded German.
"Yes there's us in a Tiger two as well," Rumble responded to the radio.
"I don't remember there being a fourth Tiger two with us," A 3rd male voice said on the radio. They sounded like the first male's voice.
"Well the more we have the better. Ahead is a Soviet camp and we gotta raid any fuel we can," The 1st male voice stated on the radio.
"You're all fighting behind the front lines?" Rumble asked on the radio.
"Yes, we got separated and ended up behind enemy lines and now we're low on fuel. Are you good on fuel though?" The 3rd voice asked on the radio.
"We're low on fuel too," Scootaloo said to Rumble. They have been driving almost non-stop in their Tiger 2.
"We're also low on fuel," Rumble passed on the message as he responds on the radio.
"Well we can get you some fuel if you help us," The 1st voice stated.
"Wait, don't two of them sound familiar?" Silver Spoon wondered.
"We recognize two of your voices," Rumble stated on the radio.
"Yeah, my name's Flim..." The 3rd voice stated on the radio.
"And I'm Flam..." The 1st voice also stated on the radio.
"... and we're the Flim Flam brothers," They said in conjunction with each other.
"The Soviets have passed," Button Mash updated to the others. Scootaloo and Rumble can also see through their periscopes that the Soviet forces have passed. There aren't other nearby Soviet forces.
"Have we got infantry support we can call for?" The German voice asked on the radio, sounding separate.
"Negative. It's just us four," The Flam replied on the radio.
"Alright lads. Drive forward," Flim eagerly said on the radio. Emerging from cover are 3 other Tiger 2's. While Scootaloo pushes the gearstick forwards slightly, taking their Tiger 2 out of cover too. Meanwhile, Tender Taps passes the CMR flag to Button Mash. The brown colt finds a handle of sorts on the back of the turret and places the CMR flag there. The pole they used to make the makeshift flag is thick, enough to be wedged in place and not fall off.
The 4 Tiger 2's turn right. They're heading for a supposed Soviet camp to raid fuel from. The Tiger 2's are driving in a square formation, being at the corner of supposed square.
KRAKOMBF! A Soviet shell flies past the CMC's Tiger 2, luckily missing them.
"Schließen! Where did that come from!?" The German voice freaked out on the radio.
"Straight ahead! We're already facing the direction it came from! Close that freaking damn gap!" Flam screamed on the radio.
"Split off into two's!" Flim yelled on the radio. The CMC's Tiger 2 is behind the other Tiger 2 on the left side.
KAMBF! KAMBF! KAMBF! The other 3 Tiger 2's fire on the move, at the general direction the shell came from. As all 4 tanks got closer, they could see the Soviet tank that is firing at them, partially concealed by bushes. The Soviet tank began to reverse while pointing the cannon at the Tiger 2 at the front, right side.
"Looks like an IS-3," Flim stated on the radio. At first glances, it did look like an IS-3 because of the pike-shaped hull.
"That's no IS-3," Flam countermanded on the radio. The turret is much more curved and longer. The cannon looks more like a 130 mm cannon instead of a 122 mm. As well, the hull is much larger. It's the 'behemoth' tank.
"It's that new IS-7 tank- ficken! They're rare but- ficken!" The German voice is panicking. Everybody who has fought against and lived to tell the tale, knows the IS-7 as this invincible behemoth.
"We can't fight that thing! It's too well armoured!" The German voice exclaimed on the radio.
"Unless they break down it's our problem! We fight them here and now!" Flam yelled back on the radio.
"Load HEAT!" Sweetie Belle yelled, adrenaline rushing through her body, same with the other 6 foals. Silver Spoon, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps together grabs a high explosive anti tank shell and load it into the gun breach. Scootaloo pulls the gearstick back to stop the tank, so they can fire more accurately. Using the pedals with her rear hooves, Sweetie Belle rotates the turret while looking through the telescope, aiming for the IS-7's hull. Sweetie Belle then pulls the trigger bar with her magic.
KKAABBMMFF- DING!
The HEAT round ricochets off the IS-7's pike-shaped hull, left side. Scootaloo pushes the gearstick as far forward as it would. Their Tiger 2 starts moving and accelerates to it's top speed.
KAMBF- DING! KAMBF- DING! KAMBF- DING!
The shell fired by them and the other 3 Tiger 2's had all ricocheted off of IS-7's armour. One ricocheted off the turret, and the other 2 ricocheted off the lower plate.
Silver Spoon, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps together grabs another high explosive anti tank shell and load it into the gun breach. Sweetie Belle again pulls the trigger bar with her magic, firing the shell whilst on the move.
KKAABBMMFF- DING!
KBAMF- DING! KBAMF- DING! KBAMF-DING!
The shell's fired by the other 3 Tiger 2's again all ricocheted off of the IS-7.
The CMC briefly froze in horror. They can fire anywhere and still not penetrate the IS-7's armour. Being unable to hear the Soviet crew made the Soviet behemoth appear soulless. There's no escaping it, they have no other option but to fight it.
"We have to get behind them and fire at their flank!" Rumble yelled on the radio.
POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW... Rumble tries using the machine to shoot at the IS-7's tracks. However, it does absolutely nothing to them, and he gives up. But the IS-7 stops reversing, beginning to take aim at the Tiger 2 at the front, right side.
KRAKOMBF- BANG! The shell from the IS-7 hits the Tiger 2 at the front on the right, going into it's side. It hit and set off the ammo in the tank, and the turret jumps gets dislodged. Fire roars out of all gaps, from the hatches, the hole created by the shell and the turret ring.
"FLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM! NOOOOOOO! NO! No... no..." Flam screamed on the radio, witnessing his brother's immediate destruction.
The Soviet behemoth starts to reverse again, moving it's cannon to point at a Tiger 2 on the left.
The CMC flinches and wince. They can't tell if the IS-7 is aiming at them or the Tiger 2 at the front. Knowing they could be the next target and they could be next to be vaporized by flames terrifies them. They hold their breath as they see the IS-7 stop moving, adjusting it's aim.
"The tank behind me take cover so you don't get shot. The rest of my crew have nothing to lose. Our country is destroyed..." The German voice murmured. Scootaloo steers left slightly, trying to hide behind the Tiger 2 as much as she can.
"We'll make sure destroy that rotten Tartarus turd," Rumble growled on the radio.
"I wish you the best of luck, and to live fulfilling lives," The 2nd voice sighed on the radio.
KRAKOMBF! The IS-7 destroys the Tiger 2 in front of the CMC's Tiger 2. The CMC flinch, seeing a friendly being destroyed right in front of them, which quickly erupts with flames, bursting out the hatches. Scootaloo pulls the gearstick back as far as it would, reversing their Tiger 2.
"Wait there! I'll go forward and gain their attention! Start moving for their flank on my command!" Flam yelled on the radio. His Tiger 2 is on the right, and is now just a few 100's of yards away from the IS-7. Rumble as well as Scootaloo can see from their periscopes that the Soviet behemoth clearly sees Flam's tank and is turning it's chassis and turret, trying to aim for his tank.
"NOW! GO GO GO!" Flam screamed on the radio. Scootaloo immediately pushes the gearstick forward and drives forward, then steers left and then right to get around the destroyed Tiger 2 in front. She sees through the periscope that they now have the IS-7's rear, less than a hundred yards away.
KRAKOMBF! The IS-7 punches straight through the turret of Flam's Tiger 2. The force rips off the cannon and fire erupts out of the hatches and the hole where the gun was. The CMC are now on their own, against a seemingly unstoppable Soviet beast of a tank. Scootaloo pulls the gearstick back to stop the tank while Sweetie Belle rotates the turret, aiming in on the IS-7's engine deck.
"Hurry!" Button Mash yelled. The IS-7 began reversing and rotating it's turret to aim at the CMC. Meanwhile, Silver Spoon, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps together grabs a high explosive anti tank shell and load it into the gun breach. Sweetie Belle then pulls the trigger bar with her magic.
KKAABBMMFF! The shell hits the IS-7's engine deck. It starts a small fire, which is put out. The tank must have some sort of fire extinguishing system. But the behemoth's mobility has been drastically damaged. But it is still reversing and turning the chassis while also rotating the turret, focusing on the CMC's Tiger 2.
"They're lining up on us!" Button Mash screamed as the 130 mm cannon has almost reached around to them. Scootaloo immediately pushes the gearstick forward and making the Tiger 2 accelerate forwards.
KRAKOMBF- DDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG! The IS-7 fires too early and hits the Tiger 2's front plate almost parallel to it from the side, and ricocheted off. The ringing noise from the ricochet so loudly it could only be heard for a short time. The CMC are trying to communicate to each other, but can't hear each other. They have gone deaf. They have to really trust one another to do their role.
The CMC's Tiger 2 gets around the IS-7's cannon. Scootaloo is driving around the behemoth, like a vulture waiting for a vulnerable animal to collapse. She keeps going around, making sure she is perfectly behind the IS-7's turret, on the opposite side of the Soviet's 130 mm cannon. After a few tense minutes, all 7 foals start getting their hearing back. Although, they can't hear each other well, but it'll have to do.
"Load heat..." Sweetie Belle is screaming, but the reduced hearing makes the scream sound like a murmur. But Apple Bloom, Tender Taps heard her and together grabs a HEAT shell and loads it into the gun breach. Sweetie Belle then pulls the trigger bar with her magic.
Pop!
The hearing is so badly reduced that their own cannon firing sounds like a bottle cap opening. But the shell gets fired, hitting the engine deck again, which bursts into flames, utterly destroying the mobility. This time the fire doesn't go away. But the turret is still rotating.
Scootaloo continues circling around until having the IS-7's side, pulling the gearstick back and stopping the Tiger 2 on the right side of the IS-7. While the IS-7 is still turning it's turret, Apple Bloom, Tender Taps grabs a HEAT shell, but they're panicking, and struggles to load it into the gun breach. Meanwhile, their hearing started to come back more, and the IS-7's cannon got closer to aiming at them. Finally the 3 earth pony foals load the shell into the gun breach. As their hearing came almost fully came back, the IS-7's 130 mm cannon is now directly staring at their side armour. Sweetie Belle frowns, and then pulls the trigger bar with her magic.
KKAABBMMFF- BANG! The CMC's Tiger 2 fires a HEAT round at the side of the IS-7, which hits the turret ring and hits the ammorack, setting it off. The turret is sent soaring into the air, sky high. What is left is just the IS-7's chassis and a massive ball of fire where the turret was. They did the impossible, they destroyed the IS-7.
The 7 foals sigh and take a deep breath. That was stressful, scary, and draining. But they did it, they're the first tank crew to of ever taken out an IS-7. They high hoof each other, chuckling with joy and relief. But the sobering reminder sets in, Flim, Flam and whoever was that German crew are now dead. They're on their own. They start reminiscing, back to the times when everything was at peace, long before all the constant wars, carnage and bloodshed. Humans appear to have no off switch when it comes to fighting wars.
Silver Spoon is looking through the loader's periscope. She sees 4 large trucks with Soviet emblems. The trucks looks like the Studebaker US6 trucks the Americans use. They've seen the Americans driving large trucks like the Studebaker US6 into Ponyville to provide basic necessities and helping the regular pony citizens survive in this barbaric war the Soviets are waging.
"This should just be a turkey shoot!" Silver Spoon sounds gleefully excited, excited to kill more Soviets. Out of all the 7 foals, Silver Spoon desires the most revenge.
"We can't just shoot random trucks," Apple Bloom stated.
"What if they're carrying captured ponies on them? We're trying to save ponies here!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.
"True..." Silver Spoon murmured.
"How low are we on fuel?" Button Mash asked Scootaloo.
"We only have a few miles left," Scootaloo answered and she pushes the gearstick slightly and turns the tank so the front of the hull towards the approaching trucks, while Sweetie Belle is rotating the turret to face ahead as well. Scootaloo then pulls the gearstick back, stopping the tank.
"We could steal some of their fuel," Rumble suggested. All 7 foals nod in agreement.
The 4 Studebaker US6's got closer. As they approach the CMC's Tiger 2, the trucks come to a halt. The 2 Soviets sitting in the front of each truck are males, wearing Soviet uniform. As well, they're wearing a blue hat, with red around the bottom, and a shiny black cap at the front, going over their noses. In the middle at the front of the hat on the red ribbon around it, there's a ruby red star outlined in gold. In the star is a shiny gold yellow hammer and sickle.
Those 8 Soviets see a Tiger 2 and 3 destroyed Tiger 2's, but more notably, they see a destroyed IS-7 of theirs, the tank that is meant to be invincible, just burning away. They have nothing on them to deal with the tank. All 8 Soviets in total immediately open the doors and exits their truck, raising their hands above their heads as they did. They get in a single file line, horizontal to the Tiger 2.
"They're surrendering... do we kill them?" Rumble asked Button Mash.
"Make them refuel the tank, then we can. We ain't sparing them, they're part of the NKVD. They're the ones with the blue hats," Button Mash replied.
"Sweetie, go and grab a gun from the boxes we put on the back. I'll take your position in case they do anything. Stay safe," Button Mash requested. Sweetie Belle nods as she reaches over and kisses Button Mash on the nose.
"I will," Sweetie Belle then teleports outside of the tank. Her steps are heard on the tank's engine deck, where the 2 boxes of weapons are.
Sweetie Belle took an STG-44 assault rifle out of the light turquoise box that is sitting above the Tiger 2's engine deck. She is holding the assault rifle using her magic, aiming it at the 8 surrendered Soviets. A part of her wants to go back home, be with her sister Rarity, but she can't. Somepony needs to start the resistance. Her friends are with her too, and Button Mash. They all have each other. They no longer have any adults looking over them. They're looking over for each other.
"If anypony are on those trucks, free them, or you eight will be shot. I never killed anybody before you all invaded Equestria. My stomach churned when I killed for the first time, but now I have no problems with killing if it means saving everypony and keeping everypony safe," Sweetie Belle said an intimidating, cold voice. She is staring into the eyes of creatures that would've already killed her if they could. She must show the same cold feelings towards the Soviets, like they've already been doing towards anypony they've got their hands on.
The 8 Soviets seemed to understand Sweetie Belle. They're not saying anything, but they're cooperating, and 4 of 8 walk to the back of 2 trucks each. Coming out are 10 filles from one truck, and 7 colts from the other. There's 4 unicorn fillies, 2 unicorn colts, 2 pegasus fillies and colts, as well as 4 earth pony fillies and 3 earth pony colts. All of them have tear stains around their eyes, and bruises all over their bodies. Around 10 of the foals haven't got cutie marks yet, while the other half do. Out of the half with cutie marks, some are older foals, being around Sweetie Belle's age. Meanwhile, the 8 members of the NKVD return to their line.
"Where are the parents? I wanted all ponies out of the truck," Sweetie Belle hissed, having a magical aura around the assault rifle's trigger.
"They've been separated and put on different trucks. These foals were going to be handed over to Chrysalis and her changelings," The Soviet replied in cold blood, the one on the far left side of the line. The man showed no remorse or any emotion when answering. Sweetie Belle barely fought off the urge to pull the trigger on these 8 members of the NKVD. These poor foals had been forcibly separated from their parents, likely at gunpoint as well. That horrified the white unicorn way more than the fact Chrysalis is indeed helping the Soviets.
"Put fuel into our tank," Sweetie Belle ordered to 8 Soviets. In the other 2 trucks are no ponies, but containers full of fuel. The 8 cooperate and 2 walk over to a truck, and grabs one cylinder-shaped steel container. While the 2 Soviets refuel the tank, Sweetie Belle keeps her eyes on the other 6 Soviets, making sure they don't do anything. Meanwhile, the other 2 have finished refueling, and returns to the line. The 8 members of the NKVD are now no longer of any use.
POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW POW...
Sweetie Belle mows down the 8 Soviets with the STG-44. They scream as bullets rip through their bodies and the bullets take blood and flesh out of the exit wounds. They fall to the ground curl up wincing, twitching, bleeding out. Then they cease to show any life. Sweetie Belle drops the gun, no longer held by her magical aura. She takes a few moments to calmly breathe in and out.
"Everypony, listen," Sweetie Belle starts speaking, and takes in another breath.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you all. But, we have to make a choice. We can continue to... stay idle, and the Soviets continue their genocide... or, we show them we can fight back, and protect our freedoms. All the fighters in Kluegetown... they proved to us it isn't impossible to beat the Soviets. We will form the resistance, the Cutie Mark Resistance, and we will cause as much disruption as we could against these barbaric bullies. We will protect the common pony, and help anypony who wishes to evacuate. Are you all with me and my friends to defend Equestria?" Sweetie Belle gives off a speech she made in the go, no preparation. She stuttered slightly, speaking off of all the words that formed in her head, fueled by her heart.
The 17 other foals cheer for Sweetie Belle. The white unicorn lightly smiles. She and her friends saved them.
"Freedom to Equestria!" Sweetie Belle chanted.
"Freedom to Equestria!" The foals chanted back.
"Freedom to Equestria! Freedom to Equestria! Freedom to Equestria..."
The CMR, the Cutie Mark Resistance, has formally been formed.
Hi! Hope you enjoyed this chapter where the CMC do more tanking. For future reference, whenever it says the 'CMC', it isn't just the original 3 CMC's. PI'm also referring to Button Mash, Rumble, Tender Taps and Silver Spoon.
Also, I briefly mentioned Spike earlier, because all of you are probably wondering where is he? I just haven't found something for him to do, yet. Whether he'll have something to do later on... to find out you'll have to keep looking out for future updates :o