Martians In Equestria

Chapter 11

What the hell just happened?

In the event of when a Martian captain's status is revoked, what were they suppose to do? That's right kids, get their revenge by carrying on their mission and kick the guy's ass that stripped him or her (Well, they are male like but have no gender you can say) of their title. In summery, Abanazer has another thing coming! A.K.A, have his ass handed to him, even though Martians don't have an ass but that's besides the point.

The now title stripped Wacko sat on top of a lowered fighting machine's body watching the last of the fires of the now deceased Ponyville fade away as the sun rose over the horizon (Celestia remember boys and girls!) Though they successfully reduced the town to a pile of rubble and ash, the motley group of Martians were still behind the rest of the other Martian groups that were landing across all over Equestria, all of which were heading to Canterlot to the attempt to capture the city and take over the known world there. How any of them were to find the capital city if none of them knew where to go you may ask. Simple, thanks to some lazy plot connivance; they simply followed signposts to the city.

…Yay…Really, it's such a no brainer when you think about it for a moment.

Despite heading the right way to the Equestrian capital city, Wacko's faulty Tripod broke down and the great parade of Martian machinery were all but grounded to a halt as several Martians attempted to fix the Fighting Machine back to working condition. With his Tripod out of action for the time being, Wacko sat there on top of the hood of the machine and wondered how his 'group' of Martians could join up with the rest at Canterlot without turning up last and being a laughing stock to their fellow rival platoons of Martians.

Behind him, the motley gang of Martians stood there all waiting to get going again. They all sat on top of the hoods like Wacko, some reading a Martian Newspaper, some taking a smoke of red weed to put their minds at rest (Banjee doing that certain role mostly!)

As the team of Martian workers continued to hammer away, trickles of green steam began rising out of the air ducts. Wacko's heart seem to stop upon seeing this

"What'd you do!?" Wacko cried as he scrambled over to look at from where the steam was rising.

A few worker Martians there looked up fearfully at Wacko (who looked pissed off as always) and gave him a few nervous looks. "Um…well, you see…" One worker tried to explain.

"It's overheated," Said another Martian bluntly, who didn't look so scared like the rest.

"Overheated!" cried out Tango (Wacko's co-pilot and a rather chubby looking Martian). "Then why don't you chuck a bucket of water over it?"

Wacko snarled angrily of how things were not getting easier for them. "We haven't got a bucket of water you daft shit head!"

"Look!" yelled out a voice from one of the Fighting Machines. All Martians turned to look where the voice was coming from. That voice came from Torno, sitting on top of one of the Handling Machines. They all noticed that he was pointing up into the air with his tentacle.

Looking up, they couldn't believe their eyes. Up in the sky, dressed in tight blue spandex, were fifteen Pegasus ponies, both male and female, heading towards the Martians. Though they didn't know who these strange ponies were, we the readers will know that they were none other than the Wonderbolts.

Well really, it's not a surprise as they are called on to protect Equestria…even if they are the worse for bottling it, such as when that Dragon attacked Ponyville…Still, nice for a cheap cameo for this story I suppose.

"What the hell they'd think they're playing at?" Asked Abaztard cocking an eyebrow, thinking that the Wonderbolts were about to pull of a Kamikaze dive on them.

Torno shook his head thinking of how stupid this seemed. "Don't ask me, but if I were you, I'd burn them all to hell."

Abaztard's face suddenly lit up. "Hang on, I've got an idea!" He used his tentacles to rise up on top of the hood (standing at a rather scary thirty feet tall) as he attempted to call over to Wacko from afar.

"Hoi!" He called out to Wacko, who for some reason managed to pick up what the spy was trying to say.

"Yeah, what?" The former captain replied looking down on them.

"If I were you, I'd shoot 'em to hell!" Abaztard replied, replaying his fellow spies' words in his head, much to the annoyance of Torno who felt quite cheated by that.

Wacko thought about it very quickly (a fraction of a second if you ask me) then he smiled. "Alright then."

"What's alright?" Said a nervous Tango who was keeping his gaze on the Wonderbolts getting ever so closer to Martians.

"Is the heat ray working?" Wacko asked with some hope in his voice.

"Huh? It's conked out like the rest, right?" Tango replied stupidly.

Wacko rolled his eyes. "No you Muppet! That was a working question for you! You do know that heat rays are not powered to the engine but have their own electric source that works separately."

His co-pilot eyeballed him and put on a rather strange poker face. "…Then why you asking me a question like—"

"Never mind! Just get outta the way!" And with that he pushed Tango out of the way (and nearly off the hood) and entered a small hatch into the cockpit.

Just as he expected, the heat ray weapon was still working humming quietly, and Wacko prepared to aim at the charging ponies. First he raised the Tripod of the ground to it's full size, with several voices from the working Martians asking one another to what was going on. Meanwhile in the cockpit, thanks to the automatic tracking system, Wacko was able to select all the Wonderbolts on target. A small smile crept onto Wacko's face as he kept an eye on the charge meter, waiting until it was at full power.

On the outside, Tango's voice could be heard. "Erm…they're getting—"

"Hang on!" Wacko called out as a beeping noise was heard, the sound that the heat ray was working. "Leave it to me!"

And with those words, he pulled on the trigger. A blind flash of orange filled the air as the heat ray fired. It fired with such a force that the tripod rocked back slightly (with several of the Martians working on his tripod to nearly fall off.) It was perhaps a good thing that Wacko had laid on the automatic firing system as the intense orange glow blinded him and everyone else around them.

The Wonderbolts barely had enough time to react to the heat ray, let alone get out of the way. A mad five seconds followed as the orange glow died down. When they could finally see what had happened, the Wonderbolts had become small pieces of ash that simply fell from the air.

"Good heavens…" gasped a shocked Tango as he joined Wacko in the cockpit, his gaze never leaving a where the Wonderbolts had been through the eye windows on the Fighting Machine.

"What'd you mean 'good heavens'?" asked Wacko as he looked over to Tango then back to the falling ash, making his eyes widen at how well that shot was. "…Good heavens."

And yes readers, the Wonderbolts had finally bottled it this time on a grand scale, one that they won't be forgetting in a hurry…wait…

Suddenly a roar like a truck's engine energizing could be heard in the Fighting Machine as various lights inside the cockpit flashed into life. Looking behind them, one of the worker Martians poked his head through the hole in the top. "Good news, sir. We're ready to go!"

"Well done comrade, let's get going!" Wacko replied happily as he placed the Fighting Machine into first gear. He was so fired up (no pun intended as always) that his machine was working again, that he had already forgotten about the worker Martians still on top of the hood.

As they moved off, the suddenly shake caused most of them to lose their balance (no health and safety here!) and fall off the top of the Fighting Machine screaming to their deaths. Rather cruelly, no other Martian had noticed this and carried on following Wacko on their journey to Canterlot.

When the poor Martians fellow to the ground, all that was left of them was a few puddles of green blood and guts scattered all around. It become more worse for the poor dead Martians that the giant claw like feet of the Machines crushed their bodies even more, some even became stuck to the soles of the feet as they went on.

No chance for an open state funeral for them it would be easy enough to say.

About five minutes after they went on they're way again, a few Martians in their cockpits squinted their eyes as they could just see in the far distance what seemed like faint towers.

All at once it seemed, Every Martian seem to know what was in the distance and in the moment, Wacko grabbed hold of his PA system and called over to the other Martians. "Guys, in front of you is that city. And if we can sack the city, that's where we can become heroes!"

His words were met with a few hearty cheers from the others. Though they might be cheering now and thinking of hope and glory, little do they know that they will be in for a little surprise when they get there…

…Such as in that moment with Wacko's Fighting Machine breaking down again…Oh those Europa made batteries…