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This is a most special occasion. Tonight, yours truly has finally learned how to use the apostrophe, ain't that fancy. Not only that, he has also broken many of his fingers whilst drawing The Most detailed tree in all of Equestria (TM) so writing the lullaby below is extra painful. I suppose it would be wise to proceed before the agony becomes insufferable:

The stars are shining with an almost bothersome bright tonight, as they are assisted by large quantities of richly coloured flares. Imperial missile launchers are relentlessly launching barrages and raining destruction.
One of the forefront desires of Lunar rebels is to posses equal opportunity to inflict similarly endless amounts of pain and despair unto their foes. With such mindset, batponies have demonstrated quiet a sensible approach, though some might call it cowardice. For all the dreams of eternal night, everypony knows what it means when a speeding pointy object flies towards one's face. It would mean, admittedly swift, demise. So in discovering these conditions, all ideals must have been thrown aside to evade and play a more dirty game than usual, procuring some of the sweet explosive technology from wrecked disabled armored vehicles.
Its basically community service for the future of Equestria. If all those husks of metal were left to corrode in the forests and fields they would only scar the country or serve as playgrounds of some colts with a few shattering toys.

By following 3 basic steps in technology espionage, the NLR was in possession of their very own rocket launchers.
We already covered the first step which is actually the easiest, when you ignore all the dangers of getting blown into smithereens. We are talking more about the intellectual difficulties rather than soldiers with their hearts on the line, trying to carry acquired explosives into the safety of concealed complexes and subsequently increasing the probability of industrial accident involving flammable materials by 20%.

The second step is of course a thorough study and replication of stolen technology. Due to the techno-magical nature of solar weaponry, the results are partially successful. Thanks to the knowledge of fireworks, rockets now can be manufactured despite the replacement of major explosive effect with a pretty colour pallet.
The weapons themselves are not anything special. Unlike the mounted SHINE launchers, these pipes have zero electrical parts. They are nothing but hoof-held launch ramps used by 2-member firing squads and have been named appropriately. The fine stallions and mares from Alchemy titled it the Hollow Flare, in honor of Divine Solar empress's braincase density.

Step 3, make the device foal proof. Just as we said, to make the weapon equally available, it must be easy to use. No complex lectures which evoke the feeling of trying to explain the principles of alicorn physiology to a mildly educated rabbit.
In this case, this step has already been done due to the inconvenience with implementation of fire magic into the device. Still, there is a skill with aiming required to use it. This is no longer a firework show in some backyard. Every shot must be accounted for. It's a shame that a batpony is mostly the best shot. The need to operate such weapon and stare into the opposing pyrotechnic display, trying to illuminated the dark forests and conjured clouds of fog, has caused a rising of peculiar conditions. Due to the sensitivity of nocturnal eyesight, many batponies are in danger of suffering from rapid mood changes and seizures. Minds get really messed up during such light shows.
Nah, it's actually not that bad, feels just like drinking too much cider, complete with headache and nausea. Not a big deal ... asuming you lie cosily in your house, hut or tent with a bucket next to you. Sadly, these luxuries are unaffordable during combat encounters.
The presence of a fellow companion is a nice counter to such illnesses, since it's purely psychological. Still, soldiers now earn pets along with ammunition to help, could be useful for all sorts of things. But mainly, you can talk to your pet to prevent the madness from overtaking, should your friend get lost or ... depart for a long period of time. Friends are difficult to get but pets can be easily replaced. The practical side of this decision is undeniable.
Nothing of this is really tested, unsurprisingly. Who cares about examination anyway, there are more important problems at hoof, like dodging rifle shells or not getting bucked in the face.
Yet, none of these downsides seem to discourage anypony. In the end, it is not the lack of options to penetrate heavy armour forged in Solaropolis but blind pleasure emanating from the action of using the Hollow Flare, which encourages its profound popularity. Everypony is eager to see what effect it would have on its "targets".

Others need to work with what they have. The NLR is no charity and if you mind that, then you are a weak sun-loving face. There are no obstacles preventing defection to the "loving empress" for those tolerant of heavy taxation and the need to worship your fiery despot as a goddess.
Altogether, not a good deal, in fact it's even worse now when both sides possess instruments of controlled ranged demolition. The Empire has lost one of its major advantages: ensuring you won't be blow off the face of the land.
Regardless of any allegiance choice, you will be clentching your teeth in frustration but with the NLR, if nothing more, there is always the cover of the night. Sure, things might bite your face off, surprising you from the veil of darkness, however nopony will give you a better alternative for hiding far away from the compulsive need for control, enforced by the infamous Solar Flare.

Perhaps with a friend by your side, a cat on your head and a bag full of rockets you can easily make at home, providing you have a cauldron, a brain and a daring heart to steal resources, the way to go through this conflict is much clearer for everypony. The night will be triumphant in the end. We only have twice as many casualties as our enemies. Another good reason to join, there are many vacated positions requiring fresh pair hooves.

Ponies love fireworks, don't they? That's great, the staged performances of large magnitudes and vivid colours will surely satisfy all onlookers. With everything prepared, the imperials will reap the results of their spicy magic as a penalty for not bothering to clean up their battlefield.

Description
This is a most special occasion. Tonight, yours truly has finally learned how to use the apostrophe, ain't that fancy. Not only that, he has also broken many of his fingers whilst drawing The Most detailed tree in all of Equestria (TM) so writing the lullaby below is extra painful. I suppose it would be wise to proceed before the agony becomes insufferable:

The stars are shining with an almost bothersome bright tonight, as they are assisted by large quantities of richly coloured flares. Imperial missile launchers are relentlessly launching barrages and raining destruction.
One of the forefront desires of Lunar rebels is to posses equal opportunity to inflict similarly endless amounts of pain and despair unto their foes. With such mindset, batponies have demonstrated quiet a sensible approach, though some might call it cowardice. For all the dreams of eternal night, everypony knows what it means when a speeding pointy object flies towards one's face. It would mean, admittedly swift, demise. So in discovering these conditions, all ideals must have been thrown aside to evade and play a more dirty game than usual, procuring some of the sweet explosive technology from wrecked disabled armored vehicles.
Its basically community service for the future of Equestria. If all those husks of metal were left to corrode in the forests and fields they would only scar the country or serve as playgrounds of some colts with a few shattering toys.

By following 3 basic steps in technology espionage, the NLR was in possession of their very own rocket launchers.
We already covered the first step which is actually the easiest, when you ignore all the dangers of getting blown into smithereens. We are talking more about the intellectual difficulties rather than soldiers with their hearts on the line, trying to carry acquired explosives into the safety of concealed complexes and subsequently increasing the probability of industrial accident involving flammable materials by 20%.

The second step is of course a thorough study and replication of stolen technology. Due to the techno-magical nature of solar weaponry, the results are partially successful. Thanks to the knowledge of fireworks, rockets now can be manufactured despite the replacement of major explosive effect with a pretty colour pallet.
The weapons themselves are not anything special. Unlike the mounted SHINE launchers, these pipes have zero electrical parts. They are nothing but hoof-held launch ramps used by 2-member firing squads and have been named appropriately. The fine stallions and mares from Alchemy titled it the Hollow Flare, in honor of Divine Solar empress's braincase density.

Step 3, make the device foal proof. Just as we said, to make the weapon equally available, it must be easy to use. No complex lectures which evoke the feeling of trying to explain the principles of alicorn physiology to a mildly educated rabbit.
In this case, this step has already been done due to the inconvenience with implementation of fire magic into the device. Still, there is a skill with aiming required to use it. This is no longer a firework show in some backyard. Every shot must be accounted for. It's a shame that a batpony is mostly the best shot. The need to operate such weapon and stare into the opposing pyrotechnic display, trying to illuminated the dark forests and conjured clouds of fog, has caused a rising of peculiar conditions. Due to the sensitivity of nocturnal eyesight, many batponies are in danger of suffering from rapid mood changes and seizures. Minds get really messed up during such light shows.
Nah, it's actually not that bad, feels just like drinking too much cider, complete with headache and nausea. Not a big deal ... asuming you lie cosily in your house, hut or tent with a bucket next to you. Sadly, these luxuries are unaffordable during combat encounters.
The presence of a fellow companion is a nice counter to such illnesses, since it's purely psychological. Still, soldiers now earn pets along with ammunition to help, could be useful for all sorts of things. But mainly, you can talk to your pet to prevent the madness from overtaking, should your friend get lost or ... depart for a long period of time. Friends are difficult to get but pets can be easily replaced. The practical side of this decision is undeniable.
Nothing of this is really tested, unsurprisingly. Who cares about examination anyway, there are more important problems at hoof, like dodging rifle shells or not getting bucked in the face.
Yet, none of these downsides seem to discourage anypony. In the end, it is not the lack of options to penetrate heavy armour forged in Solaropolis but blind pleasure emanating from the action of using the Hollow Flare, which encourages its profound popularity. Everypony is eager to see what effect it would have on its "targets".

Others need to work with what they have. The NLR is no charity and if you mind that, then you are a weak sun-loving face. There are no obstacles preventing defection to the "loving empress" for those tolerant of heavy taxation and the need to worship your fiery despot as a goddess.
Altogether, not a good deal, in fact it's even worse now when both sides possess instruments of controlled ranged demolition. The Empire has lost one of its major advantages: ensuring you won't be blow off the face of the land.
Regardless of any allegiance choice, you will be clentching your teeth in frustration but with the NLR, if nothing more, there is always the cover of the night. Sure, things might bite your face off, surprising you from the veil of darkness, however nopony will give you a better alternative for hiding far away from the compulsive need for control, enforced by the infamous Solar Flare.

Perhaps with a friend by your side, a cat on your head and a bag full of rockets you can easily make at home, providing you have a cauldron, a brain and a daring heart to steal resources, the way to go through this conflict is much clearer for everypony. The night will be triumphant in the end. We only have twice as many casualties as our enemies. Another good reason to join, there are many vacated positions requiring fresh pair hooves.

Ponies love fireworks, don't they? That's great, the staged performances of large magnitudes and vivid colours will surely satisfy all onlookers. With everything prepared, the imperials will reap the results of their spicy magic as a penalty for not bothering to clean up their battlefield.