Equestria, /HaS/, and the Untodes Korps

Without missing a beat, Red advanced from the group and approached Tux, pistol in hand. The footsteps echoed in the chamber, and the posthuman snarled. without warning, Tux(?) swung his weapon at Red, aiming to strike him in the face with the long bayonet fitted to his shotgun. Without missing a beat, Red swung up his left arm, batting the weapon away, and he advanced on the zombie. Sticking the colt pistol under Tux’s face, pressed the weapon against his neck, pointing at his temple, and fired. Tux’s head recoiled, and fell soundlessly to the floor.

However, after the body hit the ground and after Tux’s weapon stopped clattering against the concrete, Tux’s body was surrounded by an orange glowing pattern, a swastika inside a pentagram inside a circle, and his body rose on account of said energy. Red backed off, but before he could put a more permanent end to Zombie Tux, the undead did something strange.

It scratched its head in confusion. It made a strained grunt, and then dropped the shotgun. Grasping both sides of the helm, the zombie started hyperventilating with a steely, grated breath. Stumbling backwards, the zombie started to somehow panic even more. With a nasty sound of ripping skin and grating bone, the zombie tore off the helmet. Everyone gasped.

The zombie had the lifeless same milky yellow eyes as the regular infected. The similarity extended to the greyed skin, which had bleeding gashes and patches of skull showing in the cuts and shrunken sunken skin. His expression, though, was eerily human-like...

because it was one of horror.

“How annoying.”

A blue light seized Tux and Red. While Tux’s eyes, nose and mouth glowed, Red was lifted and suffered the same fate of Tux, appearing suddenly after the spray of blood in the same getup as Tux. Tux and Red then stared at each other, with everyone watching. Red, now zombified, looked beyond Tux and screeched. Tux turned around and repeated the motion. Before they could blink, they were both upon the Occult General with a supernatural speed.

Nobody quite knew who first charged after both former humans, but soon, the collective battle-cry was sounded, and the fury of both mortal and arcane arms was unleashed upon the Panzer zombies. The gunfire was more focused on the completely exposed joints of the Panzer Zombies, as bullets of all calibers just bounced off the armor on everywhere else. Being cut into pieces by the firepower presented, the Panzer Zombies were then especially vulnerable to spear and sword-point, as well as the arcane missiles of the magic-users. The more powerful ponies, such as Twilight and the Princesses, cast forth solid streams of destructive magic, that melted steel and boiled flesh and cracked bones. Their eyes glowed a solid white, as they channeled these hellish multicolored energies.

As the battle raged around them, the Occult General found himself to be the subject of a tug-of-war, with the contest being fought over his floating skull. The zombified duo had an iron grip with their hands on his head, fingers finding a hold in his eye sockets and any holes in his skull that their claws made. His officer’s cap long since been knocked off by the struggle. The General himself was struggling with his bony hands to dislodge the fury of two damned men. Finally, in a flash of light, the Occult General’s skull was rent in two with a mighty crack. Before too long, however, the Occult General reappeared in his massive form, and he extended forth his hand with a blue glow of light.

To the ponies’ shock and horror, the rest of the humans were all soon converted into the Hellish Stormtroopers, with a massive burst of gore. The ponies who weren’t immediately caught by the new undead retreated a little, to regard the teeming horde of undead. The eyes of the Hell Stormtroopers were glowing a bright blue, and they seemed to lose what little humanity they had left as they collected their weapons and lined up in front of the reduced group of Panzer Zombies. They shifted, twitched, and snarled. Tears gathered in the corners of ponies’ eyes as they regarded the human survivor party be turned. Rainbow Dash was one such pony whose courage was tested, then she looked to the Occult General, who was obviously orchestrating both the abominable transformation and the mind-control of the humans, so she shot off like a rocket at the head lich. With a flying kick, she shot through and struck a hole in the forehead and back temple of the Occult General.

It seemed to do the trick, as the massive being recoiled, and the light faded from the eyes of the Stormtroopers, and they turned to somehow regard each other despite the lack of eye-slits in their face-plates. At once, they roared, and it froze the remaining ponies, including Rainbow Dash. They were all stunned into silence and remaining still as the small horde first tore across the warehouse into the panzer zombies, and then proceeded to tear apart the panzer zombies with a speed that defied logic and the ponies’ expectation. Their sense of horror grew as the occult general reformed and more panzer zombies emerged. Rainbow Dash screamed, “Take out that blue-eyes white zombie, and we can end this!”

Thus began the battle proper.

Celestia, Luna, and Twilight chased the Occult General through the hallways of the compound. He had been forced to regular man size, and was forcing his undead minions to try and block their path as he tried to maintain and perhaps make permanent his control over his newest would-be warriors. However, a shield powered by the three high-tier and seriously pissed off ponies battered aside the simple zombies with but a mere thought. Around corners and bloodied hallways they chased this demon, and as their frustration grew, so did their level of magic use. Soon enough, the MG-toting Elites appeared, only to be completely vaporized by the shield the three ponies threw in front of themselves as they poured magic hellfire into the Occult General when they could.

Finally, the chase ended in an office. It was a strictly military office, even if it was fancy. The abundant amount of maps and figures was matched only by the sight of gore, skulls, swastikas and pentagrams. The three ponies burst into the room only to find the Occult General sitting behind his desk, as if nothing was amiss. The ponies widened their stance, lit their horns, but was interrupted by the Occult General gesturing to the ponies with an open palm and uttering simply,

“Stop.”

Gritting their teeth, the ponies kept their battle-ready stance. The Occult General sighed.

“You poor, foolish souls. You have no idea what I’m trying to accomplish here, do you?”

Luna then spat at the lich, shouting in the Royal Capslock Voice, “IT IS ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT YOU ONLY BRING DEATH AND SUFFERING UPON THE POOR SOULS YOU’VE FIRST ABDUCTED AND NOW CORRUPTED, AND YOUR ACTS ONLY SUGGEST THAT YOURS IS NOT A BENEVOLENT INTENT. SURRENDER, MONSTER.”

The Occult General rolled his neck, making a noise of annoyance.

“It is a gift of immortalityI bring, pony. Eternal life and eternal conquest.”

Celestia scoffed. She then taunted the undead general, saying, “It is a folly to think that this is a life worth being in. You may be up and about, but you’re certainly not living. Look at you. Sitting here in the ash and the dust and the blood of your ventures. Is it really worth it to you?”

The Occult General laughed.

“It is an existence that I botheredto gift them. As undying warriors and generals, theirs is a glorious boon and endeavor. They simply have to accept their new responsibility to the Hellmouth, and to me. Theirs is not to question, but to go forth and bring death and destruction to all. First, your world, then others.”

The Occult General then lifted his boots onto his desk and crossed his legs.

“In fact, I’m generous enough to extend the offer of eternal conquest to you, ponies of Equestria. Become my subordinates, and yours will be the stuff of legends! Just think, this world is yours for the taking. It’s inhabitants ripe to become part of our undead army. And not just this world. Otherworlds I can see, worlds ripe for conquest. It is a glorious undead crusade that we are about to embark on, and so the only option left to you...”

The Occult Leader then withdrew his legs from on top of the table and stood up to his full height, leaning forward and placing the bony palms of his skeletal hands on the bloodied desk.

“... is whenever you will you be the Generallautnants, or mere Oberleutnants?”

Twilight was the next to tearfully scream and berate the Occult General, hatefully crying,

“YOU! HURT! MY! FRIENDS!”

She then shot a lavender beam of light at the lich. Fueled by her rage and disgust, the beam quickly made it’s way over to the Occult General’s shiny dome.

It would have impacted, were it not for the shield of fire that appeared. Shock overtaking the ponies, they now saw two new officer zombies come from behind the tall, wide leather chair the Occult General sat on. They seemed to be living pyres, with teeth that seemed to have melted into their jaws, and skin that looked to be charred and more resembled slow-burning embers of ashen wood than anything normal. Their helmets and clothing was in tatters and seemed to burn without actually becoming alight and fading away. Two of them flanked the General, extending their fiery protection to the Occult General, who hummed.

“Mere servants, then. Someone else will have to lead my armies.”

The Fire Demons launched fireballs at Celestia and Luna, who moved to engage them individually, leaving Twilight herself to deal with the still very calm nazi lich.

Meanwhile, the battle throughout the compound continued, with ponies accompanying their undead allies as they tore through the ranks of the nazi zombies. They raced to keep up, as the wendigo-like speed and strength of the furious former humans was hard to keep up, much less match. Thus, they settled for chasing the furious stormtroopers of the dead through the hallways, supporting in their own way when needed.

Rarity had taken to carrying aloft a section of thin wire with her, and as she decapitated another Elite with her wire, she noticed a zombie who had taken off it helm, and she almost retched as she recognized who it was. It was Pat, the one who had chosen (or been chosen) to represent the humans back at canterlot. Her lips were missing, exposing her sharp teeth, but her face structure and build was definitely Pat’s. She regarded Rarity now with a blank expression, one handedly carrying her gun while her off-hand hung by her side, absolutely dripping with ichor and viscera.  She raised that hand to wave at Rarity, and Rarity found herself waving back.

Zombie Pat moved closer, kneeled to Rarity’s eye level, and made a series of grunts, groans, and moans. Rarity realized with a start and with some horror that Pat was trying to communicate with her, which was something that her new undead physiology didn’t allow her to do. After a bit of this, Pat ceased, and hung her head in defeat. Rarity’s heart then ached for this poor soul, and put her hoof on Pat’s shoulder. Pat’s head raised a moment to regard Rarity, then suddenly pulled her into a hug. After a moment of alarm, Rarity relaxed and hugged back. Pat needed this. After all, she was shuddering, as if she was trying to cry, but couldn’t. It didn’t matter that Rarity’s coat dripped anew with gore and rivulets of blood.

Rarity sincerely doubted she could ever feel clean after this.

 The struggle continued in the Occult General’s office, the tight spaces making combat awkward at best. The Fire Demons sparred with the Princesses, with both trying to overpower the other, yet both were failing to overcome the other’s shields, with fireballs fizzling on impact against magical shields, while arcane bolts fizzled in the fiery aura. The Princesses had been fighting hard all day, and it was beginning to slow. Strikes came slower, and it took more wind out to withstand the hellish fire of the cursed dead.

Twilight Sparkle was having an equally bad time with the Occult General. Her every trick, her every spell, the damned nazi lich countered them all, and it took everything in her power and guile to both resist and refute the blue glow of the General’s occult power. Engaged in an impromptu contest where their magical energies converged into beams pushing against each other, Twilight strained just to hold her own, let alone try to gain the advantage in the lock. Looking to the Princesses, she was struck with an idea.

“Celestia!”

Celestia could only spare a moment to glance at her student, but it was enough for Twilight to know she was listening.

“Remember what you taught me about the fire triangle?? If you deprive a flame or fire of fuel, oxygen, or heat, then it will cease burning!”

Eyes now widening, Celestia and luna bought thought of how best to make use of this information. With a glance to each other, they leaped towards one another’s side, facing the fire demons, and they joined their magical energy to fire a supercharged beam of cold-infused magical energy. It struck the right demon in the chest, punching through the fiery aura to seriously chill the dead back to cold. The right demon then fell to its knees, while the other one charged forward.

It was answered by a combined telekinetic push of both Celestia and Luna. Both demons flew into the room beyond, which was full of miscellaneous boxes. Taking this opportunity presented to them, Luna pushed the boxes of stuff over the two demons, while Celestia burst a water pipe over them, as well as causing structural damage to that ceiling. Soon enough, a flood of dust and debris helped to completely bury the demons. Luna approached them, softly saying, “I can handle these demons, dear sister. Go help thy student.”

Celestia nodded, and as Luna moved to engage, Celestia hurriedly joined Twilight and added her strength to Twilight’s own. The Occult Generals occult energies now were being severely challenged and even pushed back by the combined magical oomph of Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia.

Sensing that he held a disadvantage, the Occult General resorted to taunt the ponies.

“What is it you think you are doing? Defying me? Even now, you suspect that everything you do is futile. After all, it is death himselfthat has come for your soul.”

Twilight and Celestia refused to refute the General’s words, denying him the dignity and satisfaction of a response. Instead, they gritted their teeth, set their eyes in a steely gaze, and poured even more power into the attack. This burst of anger finally overcame the exotic forces of the lich, but before anything else could happen, Celestia was upon the Occult General, almost brushing her sneering muzzle against its bony face.

She simply said, “This ends now.”

They both got teleported out in a flash of white light.

High above the clouds and smoke, Celestia’s horn shone brightly as did her eyes. Her face was one of silent determination. She was suspending the Occult General mid-air, whom looked around first in confusion, than in annoyance.

“What do you hope to achieve up here?”

Instead of answering, Celestia hoisted the Occult General even higher into the air. Above everything, the only thing to see was a blue void that opened to the black above, and...

the sun, directly in front of him.

The Occult General shifted, fighting the control Celestia had, but it was already too late. A yellow-white lance the size of a bus struck him, and Celestia made sure to make sure the damned lich felt all of it. She quietly muttered,

“Go to hell already, you son of a bitch.”

After the bright solar energy had left, Celestia finally lost all of her energy. on sore wings, she glided down in a lazy circle downwards, fighting to keep her eyes open. The gentle breeze did little to help her keep awake.

After what felt like hours, she finally lost the battle against exhaustion as she set down somewhere in the city. Her last thought before falling asleep was how... normal it all looked, without the gloomy green fog and the ethereal energies it contained. Even the bloodstains seemed minimal, and that brought a smile to Celestia’s face as she finally lost consciousness in the street.