"Twilight, all I want to know is, did we lose them?"

"Well, judging from how fast we saw those alien ships move earlier, I highly doubt it. I don't see them on our scanners, but they could be jamming them somehow."

Captain Rarity sighed and leaned back in her command chair. This has to be the worst possible thing. Ever. Of all time.

"Do you know where we are at least?" Twilight shook her head. "Sat-nav's down along with most of our communication and navigation systems." Twilight responded grimly.

Rarity sighed once more and started rubbing her temples. I feel a migraine coming on... At least they were alive. "What about our weapons?"

Twilight consulted her console for a second before turning back with a small smile. "The Magnetic Accelerator Cannon is online and we still have plenty of missile's left. Oh, and the point defense guns are up and running."

Rarity allowed herself a small grin. We can at least fight if need be. "And what of the fighters?" Rarity asked hopefully. Twilight turned away again to consult with her computer before turning back to Rarity.

"We still have two dozen fighters prepped and ready to launch on your command." She responded.

"Ma'am, we are about to drop out of slipspace." One of the bridge crew interrupted. "Shut down all non-required systems. I want us running dark as soon as we exit slipspace." Rarity ordered. She received a chorus of yes ma'ams.

Rarity looked at Twilight once more. "Order all personnel to mobilize. We may have to repel boarders." Twilight nodded and relayed Rarity's orders through the comm system. Rarity slumped back in her chair and tapped a button on her armrest. "Time to wake up Dash." She said quietly as the bridge became a blur of activity.

Applejack walked down the line of assembled Marines. "This is it kids." She barked. "This aint no trainin sim, these are real aliens who are gonna come knockin on our doors. Stay close with yer squad mates and pick yer targets wisely, do ah make myself clear!?" The assembled Marines shouted "Yes Sargent!" in unison

Applejack nodded in satisfaction. "Damn straight. You greenhorns who were hopin ta see action are about ta get plenty." Applejack stated as she cycled the bolt of her assault rifle. Just as she did that, she felt the telltale lurch of the ship exiting slipspace.

"Alert, enemy boarding craft on an intercept course." Twilights disembodied voice rang out. "All fire teams to your stations. Good luck."

"Lets show E.T. what we ponies are made of!" Applejack shouted. The Marines bellowed a battle cry and charged out the doors, prepared to fight to the end.

Applebloom listened to Twilights announcement from inside her M808 "Scorpion" Tank. If them aliens come in ma garage, their in for one helluva surprise. She thought. Pressing down on the activation button, Applebloom smiled as she heard her tanks massive engine roar to life. A similar sound echoed from the 10 other Scorpions gathered in the ships massive vehicle bay.

Alas, the mighty tanks wouldn't be of much help in this fight. Once the aliens realized they couldn't take the vehicle bay (For obvious reasons), they would simply bypass it.

But consarnet, a'hm gonna blow somethin up today. Ah don't care if it's just one alien, ahm gonna blow it up with some straight up 90mm divine intervention! Applebloom thought with a wicked grin on her face.

"I'll show Applejack that she aint the only apple who knows how ta fight." Applebloom muttered. "After ah get myself a body-count, maybe she'll stop treatin me like a little filly."

In the ships fighter bay, Scootaloo rallied her fellow pilots. "Heres the plan. If it's not our's, blow it up. If you cant blow it up, lure it close to the ships guns so they can blow it up. Any questions? No? Then lets rock and roll!" The assembled pilots cheered and climbed into there longsword fighters. The Hangar bay was soon filled with the defining roar of over two dozen fighters starting up their engines.

The pilots watched as the hangar bays doors slid open to reveal their oncoming opponents. Scootaloo opened the comm channel. "Lets get our asses in the black."

And with that, the fighters were off.

Several fighters stayed back with the ship while the rest went to go tangle with the approaching Alien fleet. "Good luck everypony!" Scootaloo shouted over the comm. "I'll see you on the other side!

Aboard the covenant flagship Prophets Wrath, A single Shanghelli Fleet-Master bowed before a minor prophet. "I care not if they did not attack us first, or if they did nothing besides offer peace. You failed to destroy them when you had the chance." The Prophet hissed. "They are too close to the sacred ring, and that in itself is a sin. Attack the intruders from the inside out. Kill the crew then destroy the ship."

The Fleet-Master could only nod his head. The Minor Prophet was a fool, of that there was no doubt. But to disobey the Prophet was to revoke his place in the great journey.

And he was not about to do that.

So with a heavy heart, the Fleet-Master relayed the Prophets orders and offered a silent prayer to the innocent souls he just condemned.

The Covenant battle-net was buzzing with activity. While many of the Covenant soldiers where more than happy to blindly follow the prophets orders, an equal number voiced their confusion. Why are we attacking a ship that has done nothing wrong, aside from being a bit to close to the Ring? many of them asked.

In the end though, even the Covenant soldiers that disagreed with the Prophet found themselves preparing for battle.

In the end, the will of the Prophet was the will of the gods.

And there was no arguing with that.

Author's Note

Yes I did.