Prologue: When Planets Collide
"Discord, don't do this!" Celestia pleaded with tears rolling down her bruised cheeks. Discord simply laughed at Celestia's begging, taking a defiant stance as he glared daggers at the Sun Goddess.
"There is nothing you can do to stop me, Celestia. I am tired of your rule over the land. The throne belongs to ME!" Discord roars as his chaotic magic surges in his palms.
"Now I shall eradicate Equestria of it's beloved leader!" Discord scream as he charges Celestia, his lions paw and eagle claw pulsating with magic. Celestia gasps and takes flight to avoid his attack. The Draconequus growls and takes to the skies like a shot. The two soared through the skies above Canterlot; Discord taking shots with the intention to end Celestia's life. Celestia would fire back with shots to either collide with Discords, or to provide a small distraction to try and escape.
However, this only enraged the God of Chaos further.
In a burst of speed, Discord tackles Celestia and sends the two falling to the ground below. With a sickening thud, the Draconequus stands victorious over Celestia.
"Dearest Tia, it seems you and your subjects have lost. And now, Equestria will be covered in my chaos forever!" Discord declares. Celestia gasps, regaining her breath, and struggles to get up. Discord chuckles slightly, watching the Sun Goddess cling to life. "Just give up now. There is no way for you to win." Discord says.
Celestia stands at full height, gasping as the ground below her rumbles a bit. Suddenly, the ground cracks and six bolts of light soar up and twist into each other, coming down on Celestia in a brilliant display of colors. Once the light cleared, Celestia stood there with six gems hovering about her. "I may not be able to defeat you myself, but with the powers of the Elements of Harmony, I will be able to beat you once again Discord." Celestia says.
Discord simple gawks, then breaks into a fit of mad laughter.
"Y-you honestly think t-t-the elements can de-defeat me?! Even after your precious little ponies failed? You've got to be joking!" Discord says, wiping a tear from his gray cheek with a eagle talon. Celestia simply glares and begins to hover, the six gems floating around beginning to spin. Discord watches with slight interest as the gems blur into streaks of light and envelope Celestia. Celestia roars a war cry as her horn explodes in a blinding white light. Discord is forced to shield his eyes and stand to stand his ground. Slowly, the light faded and Celestia laid on the ground, exhausted. Discord looks about himself and breaks into another round of crazed laughter.
"It seems you've failed!" Discord says with a menacing smirk.
"Oh no, dear sister, I have won. Do you not feel that something is off?" Celestia asks. Discord raises an eyebrow, then gasps, looking at the perfectly fine landscape around him.
"My chaos! Where has my beautiful chaos gone?!" Discord cries out. He rounds on Celestia, fury boiling in his eyes. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"
Celestia simply chuckles.
"I've transported the planet out of its' orbit. I don't know where to, but we should learn soon enough..." Celestia says, looking to the skies above. Discord does the same, his breathing panicked and short; he had never heard of this kind of magic in the past.
"W-what am I going to d-do...? I feel weak..." Discord mutters.
"In order to transport the planet, I needed to sever my connection to the sun, thus temporarily draining me of my magic, while also draining you of yours and eliminating your influences. Oh, looks like we've arrived..." Celestia says, pointing to the skies with a shaky hoof. Looming above them in the skies sat a planet, much to the appearance of Equis; multi-colored lands and dark blue oceans.
And it was approaching fast.
"You intend on crashing Equis into another planet..." Discord mutters with sudden realization. Celestia nods slowly and smiles. The Draconequus growls and punches Celestia. "YOU ANCIENT FOOL! YOU'VE DOOMED THE ENTIRE PLANET TO DESTRUCTION!" he roars.
"If keeping you from victory mean destroying the planet, then it's worth the sacrifice." Celestia says. Discord was about to speak, but a violent explosion cuts him off, the skies above becoming filled with fire and chaos.
Chapter One: Misfit Squad
"Lieutenant! Watch out!"
"Twilight, get into cover now!"
"Sir, we've got a Panzer at our two!"
"Dash and Jack, go get 'em!"
"You got it!"
"No problem sugarcube!"
"Where did these Krauts come from?"
"Keep all questions for after, Jefferson!"
"Sorry Sir!"
"Sir, we've got friendly artillery incoming!"
"Heavy fire incoming, take cover!"
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Sergeant Andy Henderson's eyes slowly opened, revealing a set of emerald green eyes. His gaze slowly panned around the small tent he lived in, rays of approaching morning light seeping in through the plastic window panes. Throwing off his wool blanket, Henderson sat up and yawned, popping his back along with his neck.
"One hell of a dream..." he says. Standing up from his cot, he changed out of his his pajamas and into his PT clothing, leaving the tent with a swish of the tent flaps.
His mornings were usually the same routine: wake up, get changed, do a run, get changed again, go eat, and report for debriefing at 0800 hours. Pretty boring, if you asked him.
"I joined this damn war to fight Jerry, not sit on my ass all day on the base, waiting for the war to end!"
As he ran, he gazed at the sun as it climbed into the skies, painting the heavens with brilliant oranges and reds. His morning routine may have been boring as all hell, but if it meant seeing the beautiful morning skies each day, it was well worth it.
~ ~ ~
After his run, Henderson returned to his tent and changed into the standard issue, khaki colored fatigues that Army personnel wore when out of combat situations. Approaching the Mess Hall, Henderson opened the door, allowing the cacophony of random conversations flood out and into the air, before being silence with the door closing behind Henderson. Once he acquired his tray of food, Henderson scanned the crowd.
"Hey! Hey Sergeant! Over here! Sergeant!" calls a young voice. Henderson looks to his right and spots a waving hand. The hand belongs to Private Jacob O'Malley; a newbie. Henderson smirks and approaches the table.
"Good morning, Misfits. How did we all sleep?" Henderson asks as he sits and puts his tray down.
"Morning Sergeant. We slept fine, except for Jefferson. Poor guy kept being woken up by the air patrols leaving and landing." says Corporal Richard Anders with a chuckle.
"I keep telling the Doc to add more to my sleeping pills! 'Sorry, but regulation forbids it.' Regulation my ass! Doctor Hendricks doesn't have to sleep near the end of the goddamned runway!" Private Tony Jefferson says with a slamming of his fist on the tabletop. Heavy bags hung under his eyes, showing that he had, in fact, not been sleeping well.
"Easy Jefferson. I can put in a word with Quatermaster Parkhill later on." Henderson says while taking a bit of his scrambled eggs.
"Thanks Sarge. Hey, pass the gravy; my biscuits are dry as hell." Jefferson says, gesturing for the gravy. O'Malley passes it and turns around to face the kitchen.
"Hey Mario! What's with the biscuits? What happened to your Mama's recipe?" O'Malley calls. A young man, around twenty, wearing a slightly stained apron pokes his head out from the kitchen.
"Sorry man! Base Commander keeps begging for the recipe. Can't use it until I hand him over the recipe for his wife!" Mario says with a shrug. O'Malley gawks and turns back around to face the others.
"What a load of bullshit." he mutters, continuing his meal. At the Mess Hall entrance, a guy pokes his head in, signals for some others to follow him, then quickly leaves. The people he signaled to give each other a slightly confused look, then get up and leave as well.
"Huh, wonder what that's all about." O'Malley says, pointing his fork in the direction of the leaving soldiers.'
"Ah, it's probably-"
"Holy shit!" yells someone over by the window.
"-nothing." Henderson finishes.
"What's going on Preston?" Jefferson calls. The soldier in question, a Private Preston, points up to the skies outside the mess hall. Giving each other raised eyebrows, Misfit Squad leave their table and leave the Mess Hall and look up to the skies.
Sitting in the heavens above, a planet hovers ominously. It's so close that Henderson can make out small cities on the lush green continents that sat beside crystal blue oceans.
"What the hell...?" O'Malley asks.
Then, the skies erupt into a fury of blinding light and explosions.
