The Final Battle

Shining Armor smiled. He just orchestrated the death of one of his last foes without ever putting himself in danger. The whole event, the showdown with Seth, everything was just smoke and mirrors. Sure, some of his men died, but drafties are expendable. He needed to take the next step now. He called on his messenger, and sent him to gather the heads of power. As the messenger scurried off, he leaned back, and took a nap. After all, he deserved it, right?

FOUR DAYS LATER

The leaders of Equestria were circled around a table adorned with maps. The royalty studied them closely. The enemy troop movements looked promising, with the humans falling back. Shining Armor looked up from the maps. The others caught this movement, and looked up as well. Shining spoke. Judging by the reactions of the others, it was apparently good news. The observers at the FOB (Forward operating base) couldn’t make out the words. The Modified SR-71 “Blackbird”, flying high, with its new real-time zooming camera can’t get audio or make out the map markings. What the generals could get out of this pass was that the ponies aren’t ready for the next step. The forward recon may be gone, but the Humans weren’t out.

HUMAN STAGING AREA

Colonel Alex Harper was in his command tent, looking at the most recent troop movements on the projector. From what intel could report, the ponies were falling right into their trap. The troops were pulling back, and setting up in defensive posts. The ponies, unskilled in ranged combat, couldn’t see the trap in the way the troops were arraying themselves, and they were oblivious of the arty pieces. Their Pegasus corps tried to recon them, but they were no match for 7.62mm SAW fire. They simply can’t fly high enough. Jack was pleased at the progress of step two of their ruse, the arrival of new units. The forward recon groups packed light, and couldn’t withstand the numbers. The new troops are arriving with IFV’s, tanks, and the Marine’s new F-35b, a VTSOL. (Vertical takeoff and short landing) when the ponies get caught in the crossfire and routed, the humans can now chase them to their homes.

HUMAN DEFENSIVE LINES

The troops stood ready. In their thoughts of victory, the ponies rushed to pursue them. This brought them into a line of angled trenches and foxholes.

“Cold night” the private said, walking up to his friend.

“Really is” He replied. They stood there in silence, waiting for the enemy to rise over the foothills. They both knew it was the start of something big. Even if they have no guns, or thumbs for that matter, an occupation is a difficult thing. The two comrades climbed back into their trench, checked their mags, and settled in for a long night of fighting and chasing.

PONY FORCES

At the head of the army, Shining Armor led in the way of most generals leading spear armed men. He was blindly confident, believing the loss of the forward units would scatter them. He had quite a surprise when bombs blew against the shield they had erected.

“They’re close” He muttered under his breath. He turned to the army. “Tonight, we wipe the humans off our land!” His voice echoed throughout the hills, as he spoke to the army. “Tonight, we prove our might. We have already broken them, and we now just need to wipe their presence off our country. Come, friends, we go to war!”

As they marched up the final set of hills, the ponies laid eyes on the trench lines. As the first ranks broke the crest of the hills, the shield was peppered by rounds. It was a large surprise to them, seeing the humans lay traps. But they were safe from the bullet storm behind their shield. They continued to march.

“Shit.” One of the two privates uttered when he saw the tracers bouncing off, what seemed to be the air. He turned and looked behind him, where his friend sat. He yelled at him to come down, and he did. They both witnessed the rounds failure to do, well, anything. They were not alone. Men were looking up the hills to the command tent as a colonel walked down from them. He grabbed a loudspeaker, and yelled one order to his men

“FIX BAYONETS”

Even in the 21st century, bayonets are issued, mainly as multipurpose tools. They still, however, fit on the M-16’s and M’4s. All the marines rustled through their packs, fishing for their knives. The sound of clicking metal filled the air, as the knives are added to the weapons. The colonel, Alex Harper, scoped again

“When you get inside their shield, open fire. But prepare for the melee!”

The marines slumped up against the trench wall, pointing the now spear like rifles towards the enemy. Pikes in trenches have always been a surefire way to stop horses, and now they have guns. Albeit, only at short range.

“AHHHHH”

He shot upright, his gut blazing like hell, and realized he was alive. But Seth knew he had work to do. He would later learn that a Retreating HMMWV found him, and med evac’d him. He bolted out of his bed, doubling over at the pain in his gut. He tied his boots, grabbing a shirt, rifle, and knife on the way out of the base. He was heading to the front to finish this.

The ponies charged. Cavalry charges had been a way to instill fear for years upon years, but the marines remained un-phased. The two forces met and intense fighting erupted. The brass watching the fight from drones couldn’t tell which way it was going. Ponies and people were in each other ranks, and general chaos reigned.

Seth…. Seth “found” a HMMWV and was racing to the fronts. He could hear the battle for miles. His only hope was that he wasn’t too late. He found out he wasn’t. He came over a hill, and laid his eyes on the raging fight. He got into the turret, and using field glasses, he spotted Shining. He jumped back to the driver seat, and floored it in anger. He hit a hill just a bit fast, and the HMMWV jumped, landing not ten feet from Shining.

Seth climbed out, clutching the rifle and gritting his teeth. His and Shining’s eyes met, and Seth unloaded the magazine into him. He watched the body spasm, and fall. He then felt a blinding pain in his head and fell. When they found Seth, he was deemed very, very dead. Someone threw a spear into his shoulder, and he bleed out there, beside his mortal enemy, in the midst of combat.

In the history books, the battle was deemed a draw. With the loss of their unicorns sustaining the shield, they were bombarded by 16 inch guns from offshore. The Humans took many losses, however. When the human reinforcements arrived, they were able to push through the countryside, and take the land. In the way Americans do, they instilled a leader, and the country of Equestria became a American territory. Years later, there may be a revolution. That doesn’t matter, however. What does matter is that this story of Seth, the EQD, and war has come to a close.

Author's Note

It's clear that FriBri loves his guns. This is certainly an interesting conclusion, and I never saw it coming.

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