"First thing I want to know." I told the crews as our ghetto army assembled near the three Panthers, the unicorns starting to help Dawn and Luna bring in what they can. "Is how thick your armor is."

The crew that was brought in first answered first. "We have 120mm armor with a 75mm main gun. There is an MG42 with completely armor piercing ammunition that serves as our machine gun." The chief replied as I observed it for structural weaknesses, besides the rear armor of course.

Hopping up, I quickly checked the inside before grunting in satisfaction.

"It'll be perfect for the job." I said, before pointing at another crew. "Your armor rating."

"80mm armor plates with two MG32s for the anti-infantry role." Their crew chief answered. I nodded to the third.

"Tiger II, with 175mm armor plating, 105mm main gun, and two MG42s for the anti-infantry." The third one proudly said, causing me to do a double-take. I couldn't help but grin. And wonder how the fuck I didn't notice that it wasn't a Panzer IV until now.

"I was simply hoping for three Panthers. Seems we have one that's better." I said, before whistling at Cavalier.

"Sir?" He questioned, doing a pony salute.

"How well do you know mechanical shit?" I asked, folding my arms and looking down at him.

"My father's a blacksmith, and I've picked up on some things. I know a spell or two concerning metal. Why?" He answered, looking a little confused.

"We gotta get some of the mechanical problems on this tank outta the way." I replied, beckoning the Tiger II crew over. "Point out the parts that give you the most trouble, he'll fix them." I told them. They nodded, and luckily one was able to speak some English. I left them to their devices and turned to look at how Dawn and the others were doing. Already, there were the other two Humvees, three parked Little Birds, and a Black Hawk was appearing as I watched. Duffy was having a shouting contest with the pilots and a Vietnam era soldier that had a broken M16 at his feet.

"Oi!" I shouted, throwing an empty magazine at the arguing idjits. I struck the 'Nam soldier in the chest and simultaneously shut them up while drawing the attention to me. "We're on the same fucking side! Stop arguing and listen to the damn man. That's an order." I said, giving them a view of the star on my collar. They reluctantly stopped their bickering and allowed Duffy to explain what the fuck was going on.

"We're ready to move out, sir!" Vil told me, giving me a Nazi salute. I nodded and turned to Dawn.

"Time for the adjustments." I told him, going over to the changelings that were grouped around Callum and Duran.

"We're all ready." Duran said, getting to his feet and going towards a Humvee.

"Nope, you're on a Little Bird." I told him, shaking my head. "I'm putting what'shisface over there in the Humvee with Callum and Duffy. You're with a squad of Chrysalis' Rangers." I ordered, jabbing my finger towards a Bird.

"I've been on worse assignments. Least I know how to pilot a helicopter." He said, going over to the pilot of the one I indicated.

"Sir?" The pilot said as he walked over.

"Go on to the HQ and get some rest. You're pulling guard duty. One of the changelings around here will show you where you're being posted." I told him. He saluted me and vice versa.

"What's your name, soldier?" I asked the 'Nam guy.

"Staff Sergeant Dusk, sir!" He said with a salute. I frowned a little.

"JUST Dusk?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sadly, yes sir. I was an orphan before I enlisted." He sighed.

"Alright, I have nothing against that." I said, before leading him to the original Humvee. "You're on the comm. unit, alright?"

"I read you, sir." He said, sliding in. I jogged over to one of the Black Hawks and grabbed a scoped M14 before checking the ammunition in the magazine. I watched Schmidt unsling his Kar98k and climb onto the Tiger II.

"This is Blitz Alpha." Schmidt's voice rang out on all secure channels. "We are ready to go."

"This is Blaster Alpha." I said into the comm. unit I had sitting next to me. "All choppers are ready." Indeed they were; the rotors were ready and we were half a foot off of the ground.

"This is Compy Alpha." Dusk's voice said, his group inspired somewhat by the book Jurassic Park. "Both Humvees ready to move out." We were leaving one at Sweet Apple Acres, just incase Sunbutt decided to send in a scout.

"This is Stealth Alpha." A changeling Ranger said. "We're all ready to go."

"Night Leader here." Cavalier said. "All Night Guards ready to commence attack."

"Death Leader standing by." A Death Guard pegasus by the name of Evasive said. "Ready to commence attack on Las Pegasus."

"This is Blaster Alpha!" I shouted. "Green light! I repeat, green light! Operation Blitzkrieg is a go!"

"FOR THE NEW LUNAR REPUBLIC!" We all (save for the new arrivals) shouted at the same time.

My men've died in one war, and now they must fight in another. I will not let them down.

Author's Note

Yes, I know the armor thickness may be incorrect. I don't really care that much.