With the Rise of Sol, the dark deity of Equestrias sun, battle in between the two fallen sisters raged anew... Driving the merged worlds further into chaos.

When the merge was complete, some humans had turned into ponies... And some ponies had turned into humans... All semblance of nationality was soon lost. Destroyed by The Merge. Former enemies found themselves on the same side, against former friends. Humans and Ponies found themselves fighting on all sides.

+++ North America, Sector 274, Chicago +++

Rattatatatatat... Rattatatatat... The machine gun bucked in Corporal Dobsons hands. The Canadian Rebels down the street ducked as the rounds zipped over head.

"Get wrecked you nerds!" he yelled over the roar of the machine gun. Sporadic fire came back towards him, only to be stopped by the sandbags in front. He kept the gun firing happily. He heard a yell as one of the rebels was hit. He laughed manically. Machine guns may be a fire magnet... But they sure are fun as hell to use. He smiled to himself.

Suddenly a wave of energy passed over head from a flanking position.

"THE FUQ?!" he yelled. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him, so he kept firing and laughing evilly. Suddenly his ear bud buzzed.
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"Dobson! Get your ass off that gun and cover us! We got an emergency!" yelled the Sergeant. Dobson sighed, not wanting to leave his baby just sitting there... Unused and uncared for... Hey, wait a minute... A machine gun is the perfect thing to cover someone with... He thought with a smile. Despite being a scrawny Corporal, he handled the massive gun with ease. He threw a few belts of ammo over his shoulder and pulled the machine gun back with him. He then ran around some earth works in a seemingly random order, and soon found himself standing in front of the Sergeant, along with several other soldiers that seemed to be blocking something from view.

"Dobson! Why the HELL did you bring that gun here?!" yelled the graying Sergeant. Those grey hairs weren't there in basic... Dobson thought to himself.

"Now Sarge... You can't possibly think I would abandon such a beautiful lady in a war zone do you?" Dobson said sweetly as he stroked the barrel of the machine gun.

"Son... I swear... You're gonna be the death of us all..." muttered the aging man.

"Probably... But as long as someone is eating brass... I can't bring myself to care..." Dobson stated with a smile. Any moron could tell that the Sergeant wanted to section 8 the Corporal as soon as possible, but right now he was needed.

"Go make those maple syrup sipping bastards eat some brass then..." Said the disgruntled Sergeant, jamming his thumb towards a forward wall. Dobson saluted smartly and literally dove into position.

"Siryessir!" he cried out in euphoria, eagerly gunning down several rebels that thought they could advance unhindered up this street. For the most part, Dobson ignored everything behind him... Until he over heard what they were talking about in between the clattering machine gun. He looked back with concern. "WHAT THE HELL..." he began, only to interrupt himself when he saw what was behind him. The machine gun suddenly went silent as Dobsons jaw dropped. There were his squad mates... Pointing their rifles towards the Sergeant... Or what was struggling in the Sergeants fist to be precise... A... horse? A red freeking miniature horse?!

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!" Dobson cried out.

"SHUT UP AND KEEP FIRING!" yelled the Sergeant. Dobson returned to his most favorite pastime... But with less gusto than before... He kept an ear behind him as he halfheartedly pulled the trigger at the general direction of a rebel.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" yelled the Sergeant behind him.

"I...I'm Private Gates... Sir..." whimpered a familiar voice. Dobson snuck a peak backwards again. Private Gates was one of the few friends Dobson had, one of the rare people that can cope with Dobson's love of loud destructive noises. And Gates was nowhere to be seen... And the Sergeant was talking to the horse that he had grabbed by the front of the shirt. Wait... Shirt? Horses didn't wear shirts...

"Dobson!" yelled the Sergeant, who had glanced over in his direction. Dobson instantly turned back towards his task.

"STOP LYING! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!" yelled the Sergeant.

"Private Gates!" yelled the familiar voice. Dobson had put two and two together and decided that the Sergeant was yelling at the horse.

"If you really are Gates... Then what happened to the Sergeants favorite Hawaiian shirt?" Dobson called backwards.

"It was used as a Molotov when The Great Bar Raid happened..." muttered the horse.

"That's Gates." Dobson stated with absolute certainty.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY SHIRT?!" yelled the distracted Sergeant.

"We needed some cloth... but the only thing we could find was the Hawaiian shirt on your bunk." stated Dobson. "But that's beside the point... The only other one who knew what happened to it was Gates... That... Whatever the fuck he is now... Is Gates." Stated Dobson. "NOW I can finally do what I love..." he stated with a smile, eagerly gunning down rebels again. The soldiers behind him exchanged wary glances, they would all vouch for that Section 8 when the time came. But there could be no denying his words... If anyone knew Private Gates... It was the psycho that was now laughing manically with his finger brushing the trigger of the massive machine gun.

Even though the pony was apparently Gates, the rest of the soldiers kept at least two or three rifles pointed at him as they moved on.

+++ Manehatten +++

Captain Blackwing, an easy going mare, lead her small band of bat ponies and dark unicorns through Manehattens desecrated streets. Her silted eyes shifted towards every shadow, Solar fanatics were hiding through out the city to disrupt any Bat Pony operations that they could. This had diminished Blackwing's force of more than 300 bat ponies dark unicorns to less than ten... Eight as of their last encounter, and Blackwing mourned for all of those that she had lost, despite being a high ranking bat, she cared deeply for her soldiers.

"Stop..." she murmured, raising a hoof to signal a halt. The seven behind her stopped immediately. The surrounding area was silent... Too silent... She strained her ears, listening for the telltale sign of something unnatural. She soon heard it, in the form of a slightly whistling wind that somehow screamed at the same time. "Get down!" Blackwing yelled as the source became apparent. The scream of the magic wall roared past... Leaving every pony disoriented. Their surroundings had changed, the tall buildings of Manehatten were replaced by even taller variants all around them, The desecrated street before them was now completely destroyed, leaving rubble in piles.

"What the..." Some pony began, only to be stopped dead by something. Blackwing whipped her head around to see what had stopped the pony from speaking. Except there were now six ponies behind her, and a strange being that stood on two legs behind every pony, it seemed to be in confusion as it stared at its front two limbs.

"AAH!" yelled a surprised Blackwing, beating her leathery wings forwards to charge the creature.

"Wha..." it began, only to be interrupted by Blackwings hoof as she punched it. It flew backwards at the force, landing on its back with a grunt. "Wait wait!" it yelled in a familiar voice.

"Hard Hoof?!" exclaimed Blackwing, recognizing the stallions voice coming from the things mouth.

"What am I?!" he exclaimed, still looking at his front limbs. Every ponies confusion was put on hold as something exploded nearby. Every pony went silent as they knew that something exploding in a war zone wasn't a good thing.

"Hard Hoof... Anything overly different that could help us?" asked Blackwing, walking back towards the front of the group. The former pony thought for a minute.

"My eyesight is a little better..." he finally mumbled

."Good, come up here with me." Blackwing commanded. Hard Hoof got up unsteadily on his two new legs, and walked forwards, nearly tripping three times.

Suddenly a giant foot crunched right in front of where the band of eight ponies were hidden. Every pony let out a involuntary gasp as a huge metal monster walked past. Blackwing stared at it.

"Celestia never had such things... And bat ponies don't have those... What the hay is that thing?!" she whispered. Suddenly something roared down the street, Blackwing stuck her head out, trying to get a look. All she saw was several tubes that flashed and made thunderclaps. She wondered was happening and looked the other way, the direction that the monster headed. Several figures not unlike the current Hard Hoof charged towards the opposite direction, waving more tubes... Some of them fell in a spray of blood. Blackwing quickly retracted her head. "We're not going that way..." she stated, pushing the group down the alley.

"We're also not going that way..." some pony stated.

"What do you me..." started Blackwing, interrupting herself as she saw more two legged figures rushing down the alley towards them. "Buck!" she yelled "CHARGE!" she pumped her wings and dove at the new threat. Her charge startled the first one and it fell beneath her hooves quickly. Blackwing could hear the six ponies and alien behind her join in. There were more behind the approaching figures. "Buck!" she swore, her charge halting as she didn't keep enough momentum. Blackwing dealt out punches and bucks, injuring several aliens and maybe killing one or two. Finally they somehow restrained her and tied her hooves together. Blackwing and the rest of the ponies were soon sitting against the brick wall of the alley, Hard Hoof on the other hoof was untied, but the beings still pointed tubes at him. They jabbered something in a rough language at the untied ex pony.

"We don't understand you..." started Blackwing, earning surprised looks from their captors. One of them, with a grey mane, rasped something at her. "Does any pony know a translate spell?" she asked towards her fellow ponies.

"Nope."

"Nuh-uh."

"Can't."

"Buck." Blackwing stated.

+++ Cloudsdale +++

The two princesses duel had destroyed over half of Cloudsdale... The mighty cumulonimbus pillars were shattered and scattered to the wind. Ancient buildings dating back to the time of the tribes were demolished under the royal wrath of the duel... Bat Ponies and Pegasi continued their aerial battle, performing maneuvers that would've dropped the jaws of the Wonderbolts... If they were still alive that is...

"DIE USURPER!" Screamed Sol as she unleashed a torrent of radiating sunlight into her Lunar counterpart. Nightmare Moon replied with a blast of darkness. The two beams struck each other, pushing and pulling against each other, fighting for dominance. The two gods continued to push their magic into the other, until the wall of magic rushed over Cloudsdale...

Several Pegasi and Bat ponies alike instantly lost their wings and fell screaming to their deaths... Unnoticed next to the melee and the magical duel of the gods. The latter ignoring the wild magic as it didn't affect either of them.

As the dueling manifestations of the Sun and Moon continued to wage their war, something far larger and faster than a pony streaked through the crumbling clouds of Cloudsdale.

Author's Note

Hope you guys like this chapter! Or prologue part 2... of three... Anywho! I figured humans have better eyesight because of the, forward facing more proprietorial sight compared to a horse.