She was a General of the Lunar Empire, decorated in battle. On some level, Selenite was still the young civilian mare who had woken up two years ago to discover a city in chaos outside her apartment.Д«ut she was more that now. What was a pony to do? Selenite wanted to cry, run away, beg for forgiveness, go back in time and sabotage Midnight Oil's stragetizing before he could ever present a competitor. Now, her Empress was putting her on the spot. She was only able to make through the official meeting because her aide d camp had helped her write a speech beforehoof. General Selenite was screaming on the inside. Why should We choose your doctrine over his?' 'However, so does Midnight Oil's plan of 'Mass Assault'. 'Your proposed doctrine of 'Superior Firepower', as you call it, intrigues Us,' the Empress said. Her strange eyes bored into Her youngest general.

Nightmare Moon stood up, towering over Selenite (and incidentally, the table). The pony in question froze briefly, before turning around and trotting back inside, bowing before the Goddess of the Night. As such, she was the last pony out the door, almost closing it behind her before Nightmare Moon uttered four more words. Selenite had to take a moment to gather herself before leaving the table. Iron willed Speck was the first to get his hooves, followed quickly by the ruthless Midnight Oil and the cunning Tempest Wind.

'Leave Us.' One would be mistaken in thinking that the military leaders of the Lunar Empire would scramble over themselves in vacating the room they knew their Goddess well, and knew She expected discipline from Her soldiers. None dared break this silence- they knew the alicorn would never punish somepony for something as trivial as a cough, but She remained very intimidating.Д®ventually, their Empress reorganized the papers, set them down, unlit Her horn, and spoke. Now, all was silent, except for the shuffling of papers and the steady hum of Nightmare Moon's magic as their Empress levitated the various supplementary materials. The generals had already made their arguments Selenite had nearly made a fool of herself in the beginning, stuttering her way through her doctrine proposal before the young pony had reasserted herself by channeling her passion for the art of war. The ponies in question were gathered around a table in one of the many rooms of the Lunar Castle, only recently renovated to support the developing government. She could barely contain her shaking as her Empress looked over her proposal, as well as those of Field Marshall Speck, and her fellow generals Midnight Oil and Tempest Wind. Probably got all sorts of problems, but eh. Came up with a little something while I was out on a run.

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