Fallen Earth: Rebuilding

by Cakebomb

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Tragedy, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 6620

What happens, if cloning was never invented in Fallen Earth?

After the Virus killed practically everyone in the world, the only safe sanctuary left was the Grand Canyon. Unfortunately, it's generally in a state of anarchy and i teeming with danger. Until one man found some equipment to change it all... (TAKES PLACE IN A FE UNIVERSE WITH NO CLONING OR GLOBAL TECH) Please rate and review!

Published 2013-06-09 22:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-25 20:34:22 UTC

Chapter 1: Ashes of the Waste

Chapter 1: Ashes of the Waste

)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBgp5aDH23g opening score)

Our story opens up on just another day in the Grand Canyon Province. The sun was scorching everything in sight, the clanking of hoofs on old, cracked pavement sounded out, and the general chaos of shouting and shooting rang throughout town. Grinning, Sheriff Wesley realized that everything was normal. When he was in town, nobody dared to even punch anyone...At least where Wesley could see it. With a wistful smile on his face, He thought back on his career as sheriff of the town. Growing up in Midway, he didn't see much action. But with the bandit uprisings a few years back, he realized he had to take action. His first step was becoming the town's self proclaimed sheriff. Striding through town with a fancy leather duster and trousers, he brought law back to Midway with his fists and his old .45 Magnum. Having fought off bandits, wolves, and even an entire riot, Wesley has seen alot. Just wish i could finally see the sights, and get out of town, he thought. For as long as he could remember, Wesley had always wanted to travel. See the sights, get some air, have some fun! But as long as there was chaos and anarchy in Midway, He would have to stop it.

Sighing, Wesley went back to surveying. Looking towards the highway leading out of town, he noticed a small convoy approaching. Taking out a pair of binoculars, Wesley whistled at what he saw. An entire convoy of shiny, MILITARY vehicles! They appeared to be in perfect condition, and now that he thought about it, were heading straight towards him. Desperately Trying to think of a plan, Wesley came up with nothing but a blank. Deciding it was best to not mess with men with military gear, he slowly held his hands up. After 10 seconds, the Humvees arrived. With loud roaring filling his ears, the threatening vehicles circled around him, throwing up massive clouds of dust and dirt. Feeling his lungs get dry from dust inhalation, Wesley covered his mouth with his sleeve and loudly started to cough. When the dust cleared, he took a closer look at the arriving men. God damn!, He thought. Even they're armor and guns are military grade. Where do they even find brand new armor? Looking at the Humvees close up, his mouth fell open. Holy shit.....50. CALS?, he thought. Unable to find words, Wesley simply stared in shock at the awesome display of pure power in front of him.. Hearing a door open up, Wesley quickly looked up and noticed a man stepping out of the lead Humvee. Gazing at the new comer, the man was wearing an old business suit just as clean and fancy as the rest of the convoy. Grinning, the man walked up and held his hand out. "Wesley Drake, i presume?"
Taking his hand, Wesley simply smiled back. "Nice to see you, Smith."

5 Years Later

Stepping out of his helicopter, Wesley couldn't help but think back 5 years earlier when his old friend Smith approached him with an offer. Smith had made a wonderful find: Old military tech, unused and fresh as the day they were made. Smith then formulated a plan: With all this wonderful stuff, why not reclaim America? Thinking ahead, Smith got his closest friends together and formed the New Republic Of America. NROA for short, they have already managed to reclaim small areas out of the canyon and have gathered support all over the Province. The NROA have already recovered a prototype radiation purifier and a small airforce base. They didn't get much from it, but they did manage to repair some helicopters. The NROA only really used them for transportation of high value stuff, but Wesley still loved them. Shading his face with his hand, Wesley quickly ran inside the Lab to escape the desert heat. Seeing a trio of scientists running at him, Wesley wished he was still in desert patrol. Shaking his head, he walked to the rambunctious scientists, thinking Damn four eyes..... Nearly being blown over by the oncoming scientists, Wesley could barely hear what they were saying;
"Sir, you need to read this!"
"I told those bastards back in the capitol this was worth it!"
"Get us some bloody troops over here!"
Rolling his eyes, Wesley reached for his Magnum and held it in the air. Aiming at the ceiling, He pulled the trigger. With a mighty !BANG!, a hole the size of a quarter appeared in the tiling. Lowering his gun, everyone instantly quieted. Taking a deep breath, Wesley bellowed "ONE PERSON AT A FUCKING TIME PLEASE!". Seeing the scientists back down, Wesley pointed at the first man. "Hand me the report!". With trembling hands, the scientist handed a folder to the incredibly annoyed Man. Flipping through it, Wesley rolled his eyes and closed it. "Andddd you were smoking what?", he said with sarcasm. The Scientist Frowned, and said "But sir, it's true. We really did find a portal!". Facepalming, Wesley said "Well, take me to it."

Holy Crap.... Wesley thought, looking at the singularity of color and sound in front of him. The "portal" appeared to be a circular....hole.....in space. It appeared opaque, and was a seizure inducing rainbow of red, greens, oranges, and purples. Putting a hand to his chin, He quickly did some math. "I think we can fit some Geo-survey devices and some diggers in there....".
"But sir, we don't know whats on the other si-". Seeing the angry glare of Wesley, the scientist shut up.
"Well, send some drones in! I don't care about any shit about foreign contaminants or diseases, this might be a second chance for the human race!". Gulping, the Scientist quickly whistled and gestured at some nearby technicians. Walking away, they returned a minute later, hauling a drone. The small Rover had 6 wheels encase in a tread, a wireless video recorder, solar panels, an air sampler, and a radio transmitter. Grunting, the tech's heaved it onto a pre-prepared ramp leading into the portal. Taking positions around consoles, the scientists begin calling out system checks.
"Transmitter online!"
"All wheels in working order sir."
"Got a little cut in one tread...Fixed it!"
"Air sampler equipment is 100% A-Ok."
"Solar cells working at optimal efficiency."
"Camera o-God dammit, lens flare!"
"Batteries all charged. No leaks detected."
"Sending it in..."
Chewing on his finger nails, Wesley was praying to any god out there that this worked. The rover slowly trundled towards the portal. As soon as it touched it, warning klaxons blared!
"Sir, we got unknown energy signs emitting from the portal!
"Holy shit! These things are off the charts!"
"TAKE COVER!"
With a bright flash, the room was bathed in light.....As it cleared out, Wesley noticed that the portal was now...transparent. "I WANT THE GOD DAMN BARRIERS UP!" Flinching at a loud clang, Wesley's view of the portal was immediately cut off by the emergency barrier. Glaring at the scientist who ordered the barrier to be shut, Wesley yelled "Get the vid feeds up!". Waiting a few seconds, the Scientist manning the video screen gasped. "GET THE HELL OVER HERE!", he yelled. Beckoning towards Wesley, he approached and could only stare at the picture on the screen. Trees......

Chapter 2: Casulty

Chapter 2: Casulties

A small wing of 5 helicopters advanced on the facility. All 5 were smooth, stream lined VTOL Craft. Their cargo: Dozens of trained soldiers and equipment. Setting down, the troops hustled out and quickly ran to a large hanger door. With a mighty groan, the doors slowly opened up, revealing a portal to a new world.....

1 Hour Earlier

Wesley stared weakly in shock at the video feed. Shaking himself out of his stupor, he ordered the scientist to take an air sample. One minute later, the console dinged and the scientist read the report. As the scientist read more and more of the report, his eyes widened. "You'll want to see this sir....". Turning the screen towards him, Wesley nearly had a heart attack on seeing the report.
Atmos S. 1.54
Code:GREEN
Oxygen levels: Nominal for human life
Carbon: Equivalent to pre-industrial earth
Foreign bacteria: 2 identified specimens :Threat level NEGATIVE
Summary: Earth-Like planet. Colonization: POSSIBLE

Wesley's mind was going at a thousand miles a hour. Mining, farming, industry...., he could think of so many things to expand into this possible new world! Grinning, he ordered "Get me the president."

PRESENT

The marines slowly looked up at the sight before them. Taking in the nirvana-like vortex, one slowly whispered "Holy fuck....". Noticing their officer walking towards them, they snapped to attention.
"Alright men, here's the mission. At 0100 hours scientists working with a particle accelerator...Whatever THAT is.....opened up a strange portal. Dubbed the Radiation Hole, we need to send in a team of marines to do a su-" Noticing a marine holding his hand up, he said "Yes Sergeant Adams?"
Clearing his throat, Adams said "Sir, why is it called the Radiation Hole....". The officer sighed, then said "Well, according to the lab techs, it emits a previously unknown type of radiation. They've dubbed it element 134, because when you divide it's isotopes or whatever with its electrons, it equals 134. Now, as i was saying.....". Explaining their mission, the squad of marines quickly grabbed their gear. Geo surveyors, a new invention by the research department, allowed them to scan for minerals of particular value to the government. Their rides: modified Raider Buggy's outfitted with flamethrowers for jungle clearing, and smaller versions of the 50.Cal. Arming up, the marines were treated to the newest AK-87's, PP10's, S.M.A.W 2.5's, and an Anti-Tank rifle. Two men were chatting as they set up their gear. The smaller of the two had smooth and short blond hair, and a light build. Not many men knew his real name, but he was ok with being called Shrimp. The taller of the two men was a little more filled out, but you could begin to see balding on his head. His name was McKin. They both had kind smiles that spoke of years of a nice lifestyle. Looking over, they noticed the squad's heavy weapons specialist, Harlem, reverently picking up the Anti-Tank rifle and stroking it. Grinning, Shrimp said "Lucky bastard.". His friend nodded in agreement at the statement.

Getting into their buggy, the two friends bumped fists and started up the engine. Shrimp took out a pair of aviator goggles from his pocket and put them on, giving a "HOO-RAH!" as he gunned the engine. Flying up the ramp, they went flying into the portal, quickly followed by 4 other buggies. Slowing down, the buggies regrouped, and the men got out and were awe struck at the beauty of this new world. Even the toughest men in the squad couldn't help but shed a few tears at the vibrant life all over it. Looking back at the portal, Shrimp frowned and realized they were going to need a ramp to get back up. Rolling his eyes, he checked his radio and did an equipment sound off. Everything seemed fine, and the men quickly came up with an action plan. "I want to triangulate the minerals in this area. Put a beacon here, 20 miles North-East. and 20 miles North-West. Alfrendo, take some soil and biological samples. Everyone else, set up a perimeter." Pausing, the captain thought for a second, then shouted out "And get me my cigar!". The soldiers all saluted and quickly got to work.

Celestia had never felt this afraid in her life. It was just a normal day: reading reports, hearing problems from Ponys, and kissing foals. She had never imagined that during evening tea, she would feel them most massive magical disturbance since Nightmare Moon rose. Nearly clutching her head in pain, Celestia dropped her tea. The cup slowly fell to the ground, spilling its contents everywhere......

"GET THE HELL ON THE FLAMETHROWER. HARLEM, BLOW THAT FUCKER'S HEAD OFF!". Bellowing out orders, the small squad's leader started unloading on the massive...THING.... in front of them. It was a normal ride to their objective, before a 5 headed snake-thing appeared and drove them off the road! Before they gathered their wits, it had already grabbed McKin in its jaws! Shaking its head around, Kin screamed in pain as his legs slowly separated form his torso. With blood flying everywhere, his legs, and a good amount of his organs and blood, splashed all over the buggy. Coughing, Shrimp wiped some of the guts off his face and screamed "MCKIN!". Gunning the engine, they raced around the beast as the buggy shot out flame and bullets at the beast. Roaring in pain, it tried smashing the buggy. But it was like trying to hit a bee with a pistol from a mile away;the buggy was too fast. With a ear popping "FWOOSH", the S.M.A.W held by Harlem fired out a rocket. Hitting the monster in the torso, it blew off 2 of its heads. Flailing around, blood rained down on the soldiers below. With a might shudder, them monster fell still. With barely a sound, it started tipping over.

"Oh shit....ITS FALLING RIGHT ON TOP OF US!". Shrimp grunted and gunned the engine, sending them flying out from underneath the shadow of the falling titan a second before they were crushed like a bug. With the entire crew panting heavily, the captain looked back, and said "I think we should radio this in....". Shrimp simply stared in shock at the entrails of his only friend covering him, and his stomach emptied itself as a large stream of bile went flying out of his mouth.

AUTHORS NOTE 1

I just have one thing to say. Thank you all for your reviews and favorites.

Chapter 3: Hatred

Chapter 3: WHAT?

Wesley was intently watching the sights through the portal when the radio next to him crackled to life. "Sir, we got a problem." Picking up the transmitter, Wesley said "What is it?"
"Well, for starters we need a ramp to get the Buggys back through the portal."
"And?"
"McKin got eaten by a hydra." Face palming, Wesley ordered "Say that again...."
"He was eaten by a hydra. I barely believe it myself. Private Shrimp is really....messed up about it, sir." Making a mental note to ask Sergeant Harrier what drugs he was on, Wesley impatiently ordered Harrier to continue on the with the mission.
"But sir, the bo-"
"Burn it."
There was a slight pause, then Harrier replied "Yes Sir". The sound of crackling flames came through the receiver, but were interrupted by the voice of a young man screaming "YOU SON OF A BITCH, WHAT ARE YOU DOI-" Wesley shut off the receiver, not wanting to hear anymore God damn, i need to check the Physche profiles on these guys..., he thought.

Harrier sniffed the fresh Midnight air while sitting next to the fire. An entire world untouched by war..., he thought. The scenery truly was breathtaking. Copper hued mountains stretched far into the South, and the woods they were in teemed with life. Stretching, he got up and saw Shrimp setting up the Geo-Surveyor. A tall pole, topped with sensor buoys, it was powered by small solar panels next to it and an inbuilt Lithium-rechargeable battery. Besides being able to take Geologic scans, it could also act as a guide beacon, take slightly more advanced Atmosphere samples then a drone, and in a pinch, as a decent, but inaccurate, motion tracker. Hauling on the rope, Shrimp gave a final grunt and the pole went to its full height. Hefting up some solar panels, Harlem gave him some assistance in moving them. Unfurling to their full length, sensors inside of the panels automatically turned them towards the sun. Securing wires into the charging port of the surveyor and the output holes of the panels, Shrimp stepped back. He seemed depressed throughout the entire construction of the Surveyor, and Harrier could feel the anger seething under his skin towards him. Shrimp unfurled a small piece of metal which sparkled in the firelight. Throwing it onto of the pole, Harrier realized it was Mc.Kin's dog tag. Climbing into the turret, he observed Harlem slap the side of the surveyor to start it up, and then walked into the passenger seat. Shrimp respectfully hung his goggles by one of the safety handles, and started the engine. Driving home, Shrimp took extra care to go around the location where the hydra attacked.

Wesley was carefully supervising the lowering of a ramp onto the New-World side when a scientist called for him. "Mr.Wesley, the Survey samples are done." Nodding, Wesley grabbed a paper printout from a printer near the computer. "Well, with all these trees, we can use as much paper as we want", he thought. Looking at it, he felt himself salivating. In just this small 20 mile area where the survey took place, the amount of minerals found were THREE times the amount of minerals America had before humans came! Grinning in victory, he looked at the portal and thought "We can definitely fit a surface sifter-digger through that hole....". Whistling, he told the QM of the facility to order 3 Low-Surface Diggers, 5 pre-fab housing modules, 4 gasoline generators, a 1000 gallon tank of gasoline, and 600 feet of electrical wiring. Saluting, the QM ran off to fulfill his order.

They held the ceremony for MC.Kin later that night. The somber occasion was lightened up by the discovery that there was large deposits of oil in the area, and the fact that no one really knew Kin. Most of the men left early, but only a short, young man stood vigil all night, sitting next to the hastily erected tombstone. No body was buried that day.

3 Days later

Operations in the new mining site were going good. There was only an official number designation for the portal and the site, but before long, nearly everyone was calling the portal The Radiation Hole, and the outpost Good Gold. With the arrival of the generators and diggers, the place started taking shape. Men ran around, hauling wiring and tools. Small, pre-built housing units were set up to support the 45 men on site. 3 generators provided power for the small settlement. Sure, the noise and smell scared off all the animals, but look at the results! When the diggers where wired up, the large rotating sifters attached to a crane on the front only had to dig a few feet down before they hit stone. Within a few seconds of hitting the stone, the operators reported they were picking up clumps of minerals. Minerals came pouring out of the back of the large machines into small pits behind them, and scientists picked up samples of them, dodging falling rocks. Looking at them under the microscope, the minerals were revealed to be nearly 99 percent pure Iron ore, 78 percent pure Tin ore, and 84 percent pure Copper ore. The operation was in business. Shutting down the miners, a group of technicians attached small conveyor belts behind the output vents of the miners and lead them to a automatic separator that sorted the minerals into slightly underground silos. Overseeing the project was Wesley himself. Watching with a curious and excited expression, potential uses for all this mineral wealth were running through his head. Unbeknownst to him, Shrimp watched from behind a crate, glaring at him.

Large trails of exhaust came from the miners, curling into the air. For the first time, Equestria was hit with the sounds of human industrial technology.... From miles away, 3 sets of curious eyes stared from the distance....

(Ok readers, i want your honest opinion. Would you like this story to take place in the My Room Mate is A Vampire Equestria, or normal Equestria?)

Chapter 4: First Contact

First Contact

Corporal Mark was bored out of his mind. Even with all the fancy tales of chicken monsters that can turn you to stone, and the no shit story of wooden wolves, He still hated guard duty. The only thing he had to report earlier was some strange sounds coming from the woods. Sighing, he suddenly perked up when he saw some...things walking out of the woods. With his eyes early bulging out of his head, he thought Fucking ponies?!

Shrimp was sitting down on a crate, miserably thinking about his dead friend. Wiping a small tear from his eye, he noticed Mark running towards him waving his arms. Getting there breathlessly, he said "You wanna see this!" Standing up, Shrimp returned his face to his new air of calm and uncaring and walked with Mark. Arriving at the gate, he was suprised to see 3...ponies....wearing hats. They had ridiculously large eyes, and their natural coloration was nowhere near a normal pony. Seeing the humans approach them, the ponies somehow withdrew spears, holding them in their hooves. Running up to them, the lead pony talked! It said "Alright, humans, how about you get out of your fancy get up and come back to your owner?" With his mouth open in shock, Shrimp stammered "Wha-aa-t?" The pony snorted, and whacked him across the chest with his spear! Falling back, Shrimp did the most logical thing he could think of: he took out his side arm and aimed at the pony's head. Snorting, it laughed and said "What are you going to do with that thing! It has no blade even!". Pulling the trigger, the other two pony's were shocked to see their leader's head explode in a large gory mess! Trying to run, they were quickly brought down with 2 shots in the legs from Mark. With dozens of men approaching them, the ponies watched wide eyed as they were surrounded.

Lightning was horrified. Stone said it was going to be a simple job of catching some escaped human salves, but these weird humans somehow killed them. It looked like the small one took out a small, and seemingly harmless, metal object, but it somehow killed Stone! Currently, he was locked in a small room, with a single, somehow glowing glass bulb providing the room illumination. Wincing as he felt the bandage on the wound in hes leg, Lightning jolted up as the door opened. A human walked into the room, wearing a full grey suit of some sort. Drawing a chair and sitting down, it folded it's hands and observed Lightning. Clearing it's throat, it said "Alright, i have many questions for you. For starters, what in the name of Jesus are you?" Rolling his eyes, Lightning said "A pony, you dirty human." Glaring at him, the human continued. "That didn't exactly answer my question. Who taught you English?" Scoffing, Lightning said "Don't you mean Equish, and yeah, my teacher did. I don't see how a human like you got taught such good Equish though." Noticing a vein throb above the human's eye, Lightning snickered. Upon seeing the angry look on it's face, he quickly quieted down. Continuing on, It said "Why did you attack my men?" Stiffening, Lightning said "Because you and the other humans obviously escaped from their owner and we hunt them down. Simple as that!" Leaning back in the chair, Lightning was surprised to see the human's shocked and furious expression. Snapping his fingers, two other humans, these wearing strange grey armor, came in and grabbed Lighting. Picking him up like he was a sack of potatoes, they returned him to his cell. Sitting on the cold, metal floor, he wondered what had transpired.

Wesley stared at Professor Wilkins as they finished reviewing the tape of the interrogation. "So, talking ponies that are colored like rainbows?", Wesley said. Wilkins said "Yes sir, but the fact that they speak English is world changing. It can prove every single theory on multiple universes we have! But, there is the problem of the other information we collected from the two survivors." Turning towards the now grave looking scientist, Wesley said "Spit it out. man!" Gulping, the scientist continued. "From reviewing the audio logs of the interrogations, it appeared that these "Ponies" were slave hunters. The problem with this is that they see humans as slaves. Multiple sources confirmed the two speaking of the onsite personal as "escaped humans". I suggest we immediately send out a scouting party the way they came from." Wesley thought this over, and said "This is a grave crime against humanity..I'm sending out one of the recon choppers."

Giving a thumbs up to his co pilot, Antoch eased the throttle on the Hornet Attack Helicopter he was piloting and quickly gained altitude. Facing East, he slowly tilted the helicopter forward and went on his scouting mission. Command was telling to find any signs of habitation or "Small, colorful ponies." After a hour of seeing nothing, he eventually came upon what appeared to be a small farming village inhabited by ponies. Among the population were damn unicorns and Pegasi! Seeing the helicopter, they appeared to run away, but only stopped to.. Oh god, it can't be!, he thought. Beneath him, massive fields of apple trees were being tended by chained HUMANS! Some of the running ponies stopped quickly to kick down humans that were desperately trying to eat some apples in the confusion of their masters escaping. With an enraged look on his face, Antoch grabbed the radio on the dashboard and shouted into it "Targets acquired, 5 klicks south from base!" Pulling back to base, he saw dozens of soldiers running out of their barracks and armory's in full combat gear. Hearing the whirring of more propellers, Antoch was shaken to his bones as he saw 4 different Black Hawks filled with men heading south. "This is total war...", he whispered.....

Chapter 5: Slaughter Time!

Chapter 5: Slaughter Time!

Hanz gazed fearfully at the flying metal monster above town. He was picking apples for his masters when the large....thing came flying over. He decided it was best to lay low and sat down on the ground, playing with the chain around his leg. For many moons he had been enslaved, and the life of slavery was the only life he knew. The ponies found his hidden village when he was just a child, and he could barely remember his mother. But what little memories he had of her kept him going. He had heard of other slaves taking their own lives out of despair, and he was no stranger to death. Content with his position, he mulled over these thoughts when more flying things appeared. These ones appeared larger than the other, and he could see other humans in them! The strange humans wore actual clothing, and appeared to be organized. Hanz began to back away when one of the beasts touched down, and as it disgorged it's humans occupants he felt a pang of fear. When some went over to him, he gulped and tried to look small. The first of the two reached him, and he could see more details about the new humans. They wore strange black meshes over green full clothing, and had many strange devices on them which Hanz couldn't figure out at all. The man had a strange black stick slung over his shoulder, 3 round objects attached to his chest that had pins in them, and multiple black boxes in an orderly row underneath the spheres. The man held out his hand, and said "You okay?". Surprised, he said 'Yes...". Taking his hand lightly, Hanz remembered being told that's how humans greet. Shaking it lightly, the man took out some sort of black object and aimed it at the ring attaching all the chains on that line to a post. Pulling something on it, Hanz fell over in fear as a loud BANG was heard and the ring broke! Helping him up, Hanz noticed more of the new humans doing the same all over the farm. Being led to one of the flying things, he slightly faltered in his step as he felt a blanket put around his shoulders. Climbing up onto it, he saw seats set on the creatures belly, and he sat on one and looked around in fascination. One of the men took a black square out of a pocket and spoke into it. Hanz didn't understand most of it, but he was surprised when a voice came back out! Was this magic?, he thought. Laying his head back, he watched as more people got in. One of the men closed these strange doors on the belly of the flying creature, and a loud thrum was heard. The beast shivered slightly, then lifted into the sky and flew away.

Shrimp was approaching the town with his squad in tow. After the mess with his friend dying, Wesley gave him the rank of Captain, but it couldn't fill the loss of his friend. Getting to the outskirts of the town, he surveyed the town. The entire place was made out of thatch, wood, or extremely rarely, stone. Noticing the ponies staring at them with curiosity and atleast a little bit of fear in his eyes, Shrimp said "Secure the area!", and ran up to a crowd of ponies. When he got there, the ponies laughed at the human coming up to them, until they were silenced when he glared at them and shot his AK-84 into the sky. Clearly shaken by the gunfire, the ponies jumped and stared at him fearfully. Grinning, he said "Alright, i want the lot of you bastards to go over there," motioning to a small command post being set up, "And stay there. Kapeesh!" Nodding, the ponies trotted over to the post were they were put under the watchful stare of human guards. Hearing a large noise approaching, Shrimp and his squad turned to see a small column of gold armored.."Fucking unciorns!", one of his men shouted, levitating spears with...YOU GUESSED IT!..gold tips. Shrimp couldn't help but bend over laughing. Seeing this pitiful human laughing, the unicorn he guessed was in charge shouted out "Why are you laughing, dirty human!" Looking up and wiping a tear from his eye, Shrimp shouted back "You do realize gold is extremely soft and heavy, dumb shits! I suggest you surrender now before someone gets hurt!" Snorting in disgust, the unicorn yelled out "Celestia will protect us! Stallions, charge!" Rolling his eyes, Shrimp shouted out "Men, open fire!" The unicorn Sergeant scoffed as he saw the humans lift strange black sticks. Those don't even have any blades!, he thought. That was the last thing he ever thought before his head was ripped clean from his shoulders by a standard NATO round. The unicorns, seeing the death of their leader, charged even faster towards the humans, intent on revenge. They didn't get 5 feet before being mowed down by a wall of firepower. Their gold amour was easily pierced, and just slowed them down, easily letting the humans defeat them. By the end of the day, 25 guards-ponies were dead, with just one minor injury on the human's side when a unicorn managed to throw his spear at one soldier. The golden tip only went a quarter of a centimeter into his flak vest, but the kinetic force from it was powerful enough to knock the soldier on his ass. And by Minor Injury, i mean the soldier's pride.

REVIEW PLEASE. And yes. Bigot ponies are easily defeated.

Chapter 6: Rehabilitation

Chapter 6: Rehabilitation

Shrimp walked along the cobblestone road with a squad of four men, eliciting fearful stares from the nearby ponies. "As they should be", Shrimp thought. They had taken the town one day ago, and more men and supplies were being moved in already. Right where the apple orchards used to be were parked Humvees and gas tanks. Tents were being set up, and a small perimeter was established around the town, named "Orchardly". This was the first patrol sent in, and it showed a lot about the lifestyle of the ponies. The town looked like it was old, but according to the ponies it was made 45 years ago. When asked about how long they've had this technology, the ponies barely knew the meaning of the word, but responded that it's been like this for TEN THOUSAND YEARS. According to one of our Xenobiologists, these ponies have been stuck in a state of scientific flux for millenia. Shrimp scoffed at the ponies ignorance. They even thought the world was flat and this "Princess Celestia" they speak of can move the sun! Many ponies in the town were on trial at the moment for charges of slavery or assault on soldiers they believed were escaped slaves. It turns out that not a single pony in the town believed that what they were doing was wrong at all. The words of another scientist was "This 'Celestia' they worship have them stuck in a blackhole of tyranny, technological standstill, myths, and slavery." A large number of soldiers were furious about these discoveries, but Wesley waved them off, saying "We can make them change."

Hanz stepped out of the strange flying beast as it dropped down into a weird looking place. Dozens of large black objects were tearing the ground up, and strange rocks were coming out. Men drove around in human less metal carriages, and many had more of the strange black sticks Hanz was freed with. Being led to a large, shiny building made of a material he didn't recognize, Hanz and the other slaves were given smooth looking clothing. It felt much better than his rags, and he was warm even in the cold morning! Strange glowing spheres illuminated the room, and Hanz was led to a small white table. Sitting on it, a human woman wearing white clothing appeared with a spike. Backing up, the woman cooed to him and held his arm softly. Sticking the needle in after wiping his arm with a weird, wet square, she slowly pushed the back of it and Hanz felt liquid entering his blood stream. Stepping back, the woman put a bandage on the small hole and led him outside to a large room with tables and food on them. Sitting down, Hanz and many other slaves had the first good meals in their lives.

Applejack sat at a table in her family's cabin. She came here to visit some of her cousins who were having trouble with their apple trees when those humans arrived. Her family has had a long tradition of not accepting slavery on their farms, and it appeared this paid off when the soldiers arrived. She hasn't heard from Twilight or the rest of her friends yet, and she was beginning to think she was going to be trapped in Orchardly for a long time. Not until some of the new humans got a meeting together in the town square. They announced they were letting any Pony free of charges that weren't residents of Orchardly to go back home. Sitting next to the table were some saddlebags and a small "Come back soon" Apple Pie from one of her cousins. Pulling the bags over her back, Applejack checked out at this weird place the humans set up called an "Embassy", and walked out towards Ponyville.

Celestia sighed and rubbed her forehead with her hoof. Dismissing her slaves, she began reading a report on her desk. "On the day 256, in the Holy Year of Princess Celestia 10500, the royal Gaurd lost contact with Orchardly. Pegasus scouts report strange humans with metal machines have taken up residence there." Getting up, she wrote a letter to Twilight saying "Twilight, it appears a small rouge faction of Humans have captured Orchardly. Please stay clam, but prepare Ponyville's defenses. -Celestia". Sending the letter with magic, Celestia grabbed some of her tea and sat down at her desk, whispering "Your move...."

Stretching, Shrimp got up from the couch in the Embassy's break room and went back to the front desk. Even after 2 days, the makeshift building was being flooded by ponies demanding to know what was going on. The only replies they got were "Charges of Slavery", or "I think you know why.". He was still bored that he was switched to a desk job, but Shrimp liked getting a break from patrolling. The monotonous work helped him forget about..."Don't think of him!", he thought, slightly grimacing. Getting back to his work, he wrote out a small report on a laptop in front of him about the amount of ponies that came in today. Things were calming down now, and the ponies that came into the Embassy slowed into a trickle.
"Shrimp, how are ya!" Eyes widening, Shrimp turned around to see Wesley right there next to him. "How's work?", he said. Shrimp knew he was trying to make up for his friend, and Shrimp simply said "Good." Going back to the laptop, Wesley said "Look, i'm sorry Shrimp. How about we have a few drinks over your loss?" Looking at him, Shrimp nodded and got up.

Groaning, Shrimp slowly opened his eyes as he was hit with a pounding headache. Looking around, he was greeted with the sight of a trashed kitchen, with Wesley laying in a corner. Feeling a hard thing in his hand, Wesley looked down to find a small puke filled bottle of vodka. Looking around more closely, he noticed 8 more bottles lying around, with Wesley having a small keg next to him. Starting to laugh a little, he said "I could never hold my drinks..."

Authors Note 2

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INTERROGATION LOG: 1

SERIAL NUMBER-0001
5/10/20--
LOCATION: {REDACTED}

SUBJECTS:
"Wisdom Berry", Pony Teacher
Pvt. Smith, Interrogator
Dr. Haiylan, Scientist

BEGIN PLAYBAK:

{PS} "Please, state your name and occupation."

{WB} "My name is Wisdom Berry. I am-WAS a teacher in Orchardly."

{PS} "Alright Berry, please state some of your curriculum."

{WB} "Wha-what?"

{PB} *Sigh* "What you taught..."

{WB} "Oh, well, i taught my students about the world, reading, math, the environment, and some simple magic. It wasn't too complicated, just about how large the world is, and some theories about what happens when you fall off the worl-"

{PB} "Wait, wait. Fall off the world?"

{WB} "Of course, how would a human know that the world is flat...Anyways, my students knew the most advanced mathematics-addition and subtraction-

{PB} "That's It? Just addition and subtraction? What about division, or multiplication, or geomet-"

{WB} "I'm sorry, but i don't understand any of the nonsense coming out of your mouth...The students also learned why rivers flow, the sun rises, and the wind blows-magical influences by the spirit-"

*Loud Smack*

{PB} "That was the hardest face palm ever...." *Crackle* "Would you please send in Doctor Haiylan?"

{WB} "Why are you talking to that box..."

*Creaking, then a soft slam*

{DH} "What is it!"

{PB} "This pony sir, believes that he is a teacher."

{WB} "Hey, I know all their is to know about Equestria! Still, it is understandable that you don't believe me. Humans never understood that the world is flat and how the gods and spirits allow the world to work."

{DH} "Just being in your presence has lowered my IQ by 10 points. Private, get this dumb fucker out of my presence."

{PB} "Gladly."

RECORDING ENDS

Author's Note

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