Equestrian Dawn: Tiberium is Magic

My Little Equestrian Dawn: Tiberium is Magic

Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony, Command and Conquer, or many of the characters in the story

Aww shit, here we go.

Princess Luna:  “We are going to have to ACT if we want to live in a different world.”

Prelude

A gray stallion stood at the top of a short hill, admiring the beauty of the stars as their magnificent light twinkled in the eternal blackness of the night sky. Luna’s moon provided additional glow in the backdrop of the ocean of darkness.

It was beautiful.

The entire scenery was filled with such serene beauty that one could be easily lost in it. A wave of calming bliss kissed not only the sky, but also the grass-covered hill on which the stallion was standing, and the clearing and the nearby forest that surrounded the hill.

This entire planet was filled with such serene beauty, peace, love and of course, the all-important, harmony.

It was inescapable, from the breathtaking views of natural landscapes and the sight of free-roaming wildlife to the kindness and generosity of ponies worldwide. It seemed that no matter what town, village or city that they were from, all of them seemed to have one common belief that compassion and friendship could solve any obstacle presented to them.

The perfect world.

A world that will be his….

Soon.

This particular stallion seemed different and odd compared to the usual pony. His solid black cloak that covered his entire body hid his maneless head and back. The cloak gave him a mysterious and sinister appearance as if he was seen from afar, no pony would be able to recognize anything about this stallion. Even his cutie mark vanished under the sea of black that his cloak emanated.

Now his cutie mark was definitely strange. Nopony would be able to decipher his special talent or even take a guess when they saw it. It was not like any other cutie mark that pony kind has ever seen. Probably because it or anything similar to it never existed.

At first sight the average pony would see a curled, black scorpion tail surrounded by a blood red background. The sinister-looking cutie mark was incased in a triangle-like shell, forming the borderline of the cutie mark. The average pony would not have a clue what that symbol stood for, and it would be better for them not to know.

He continued to stare up into the night sky, wearing a slight stoic smile on his face. Now was the time for action. He knew what he needed, and the substance that would power what he needed would be arriving soon. He would not halt at any length to obtain the item that would bring the dawn of a new day.

The future belonged to him, and only him. No pony, god, or alicorn could stop him. For it was not possible.

"I AM the future,” the stallion whispered to himself, letting the soft words exit his mouth and travel through the wind and into oblivion. He mentally laughed as the word from earlier return to his mind.

Friendship.

It was in that single word that everypony seemed to solve their problems. To be their savior. The word that had saved them twice already. The mystery stallion continued to mentally laugh at the word.

Such is Ponykind’s crutch. The fools are much too dependent on a mere idea to save them. True, friendship is powerful in its own respects…but it is not indestructible. There is a power that can outclass such a fundamental, yet competent ideal. A power that I must have. And once I have that power, the ponies will sway to the hoof of Nod. My hoof.

His mental concentration was broken as he heard the rumbling of an engine behind him. He reeled his head around slowly, staring at the newcomer indifferently.

From his view, a mechanized vehicle, far more advanced than any vehicle a common pony has ever seen, was halted on a dirt road. Its engine continued to hum at a monotone rhythm as its engine was still running, even though the machine was parked.

It was strange creation. It was a gas and oil powered, which was almost unheard of in the current world. Four circular, rubber tires provided the ability of movement. The buggy’s frame was made of a spiderweb of metal bars, making the contraption appear to be poorly armored. Its lightweight build and small size gave it superb agility, perfect for scouting and light skirmishes.

Also, its weapon would be considered strange for an average pony. It appeared a black, metal stick that ejects copper/lead projectiles at an incredible speed. How this works would confuse many simple ponies. The technology in this machine, though the vehicle is a simple one, is highly advanced for the current era.

Its headlights flashed 2 bright yellow lights that seared into a part of the nearby forest, scaring away some wildlife. Mounted on the roof of the buggy was a chain gun, manned by a young stallion wearing a gray camouflage uniform with black and white splotches on it.

The clothing covered the gunner’s entire body, with the exception of the head, neck, tail, and forehooves. The Kevlar helmet the stallion was wearing was a mirror image of the gray cameo uniform and had a rectangular eyepiece that was attached to the helmet, lying over the wearer’s right eye.

The gunner’s polished black combat boots, invisible from this angle, were tightly fitted to his backhooves.  He was standing in an almost bi-pedal fashion, while leaning on the back of the turret hatch opening. That did not look comfortable for a pony at all.

The young stallion appeared to be exhausted, judging by his body language. The gray stallion took note of this and also of the advanced technology that his followers had access to. Technology that would skyrocket this world forward into the future.

“The technology of peace,” the gray stallion thought to himself.

A white middle-aged stallion hopped out of the passenger side of the buggy and started to approach the cloaked stallion at a trot. Simultaneously, the white stallion slipped a black beret that bore a scorpion tail symbol on his head over his mane….the symbol an exact replica of the gray stallion’s cutie mark.

This earthpony was wearing polished black combat boots, just like the trooper in the buggy turret, and also solid black pants with a solid black shirt to match. On the shirt, in the left pectoral area, the scorpion tail symbol was visible once again.

The white stallion approached his master and when only a few feet away, halted his pace and gave a short bow.

“Milord,” the white stallion uttered respectfully. He recovered from his bow and reared his head back up to eye his master. He rose slowly, his eyes glazed over, giving the white stallion an appearance of being exhausted. The gray stallion looked stoically at the stallion that was his right hoof.

All of his followers were exhausted, physically and mentally. They were preparing.

It would all be worth the cost soon. The substance would be arriving soon, and the technology of peace will expand and grow this world into what it should be. He just had to locate the item he needed to exploit the substance’s power.

“What is it my son?” the gray stallion inquired.

The white stallion opened his mouth to speak. The gray stallion noticed that his subordinate was unshaven, a beard growing on the white stallion’s face. Normally, this would get a pony within the brotherhood reprimand for being out of regulation, however, his right hoof was high up enough on the food chain to almost do whatever he pleased.

Almost.

“Milord, all of our forces are in place and ready for your orders,” the white stallion said out of respect.

His gray master didn’t know whether the extreme amount of respect he was receiving was out of incredible fear, a true belief in the cause or a mix of the two. He had knack for being quite intimidating.

“Very well, my son. Your performance has been admirable. Perhaps choosing you as my shadow was a correct decision. Have our troops ready by dawn. I want our surgical strikes around the globe to hit simultaneously and it is your responsibility to keep our assaults coordinated. I am entrusting you with this task. Do not fail me. It will be a glorious morning,” the gray stallion answered.

His tone was just as forebearing as his appearance.

“Yes milord, I will not fail,” the white stallion answered confidently, although the gray stallion could’ve sworn he heard a quiver of fear in his servant’s voice. He smiled with contempt. His underling was not stupid.

“He’d better pray that he does not fail,” he thought to himself. The white stallion stared at his master with confusion regarding the smile.

“Go my son. Unleash the hurricane of our might, leave no stone unturned, show no enemy of Nod mercy. Our forces will spread like a great plague across the land. The blood of our oppressors will flow and over a thousand years of tyranny will end. Give the brotherhood life….give our oppressed brothers purpose. Do this and our salvation will come,” the gray stallion spoke prophetically and forcefully.

His stare of stoicism and a hint of sadism seemed to burn into the white stallion’s eyes as his master gave him a wide grin, showing his ridiculously white teeth. He immediately became nervous as he realized the gravity of what he was about to do. However,  the white pony managed to collect himself fairly quickly and recollect his composure well enough for it not to be noticed by a normal pony. However, his master wasn’t a normal pony.

“Yes milord,” the white stallion replied simply as he bowed once again and took his leave, trotting back to the armored buggy. The white stallion hopped back into the buggy and appeared to lean over to tell the driver something.

The technologically advanced vehicle then sped off down the dirt road; probably heading back to one of Nod’s hidden bases that was nearby. Despite the technology, Nod was still heavily outnumbered on a global standard, probably because of the secrecy it has practiced for the past sixteen years. But that would change soon. The Messiah would ensure that.

He was an artist with his words. He could convince entire armies to betray their commanders with just a well-spoken ideal. It was a gift he had all his life. It served him well during his betrayal.

He had slaughtered two of his comrades, and was frustrated when the third escaped. They were not worthy of the new world. They did not see his vision of the future. Though comrades for years and everything they went through together…

They didn’t trust him. They called him insane. They threatened to have him arrested. So he did what he thought needed to be done.

“They were fools,” he thought as he mentally spat at the thought of them.

Twilight Sparkle was enjoying a quiet night to herself gazing through her telescope, eyeing constellations and far-off stars. Spike had already crashed for the night and Owlicious was perched on the window sill. Even though the owl was on the window Twilight’s telescope was peering out of, Owlicious was smart enough to avoid getting in the way.

The purple unicorn smiled, tonight was a good night. She had discovered a new star. It was a fairly distant one though extremely bright for its distance. This was an impressive one.

She HAD to document it! She had to write the Princess! Maybe she can have it named after her!

“This is an excellent night!” she suppressed her yell as the bookworm remembered that her number one assistant was asleep. She couldn’t blame the baby dragon, it had been a long night and she still had to write her letter to Celestia. She took one more look through the telescope and saw…an anomaly.

Scratch that, multiple anomalies.

White comet-looking objects were streaking across the sky. A normal pony might have just disregarded it as a meteor shower. However, Twilight’s analytical mind noticed that something about the trajectory of the white orbs that just wasn’t right.

“What the…”

He turned once again to the stars overhead. He saw a bright meteor shower that casted small white dots streaking across the sky, leaving behind trails of fire that also appeared white.

“It is time,” the gray pony said as he eyed the meteor shower with admiration, taking in a deep breath as though this was euphoric for him. His eyes dilated as he opened them wide, while stretching his forehooves out to the sky.

“Behold the future! Tiberium has come!”

Kane smiled.

Hell March

Afterthought

So what do you think? Not bad for my first ponyfic right? I don’t know when a new chapter will be up but I can’t make any promises. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this and I will have more…just don’t know when. : P

Also, if you haven’t played any of the Command and Conquer games, I’d suggest you do. Lots of fun!

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