"Sir, initiating HS-HM jump now," a young voice called through Admiral Bennet's earpiece.

"Great, tell everyone to get to their stations," he responded to the pilot, Lieutenant Bridger.

"Yes sir," the chipper voice responded.

The Admiral then began to follow his own order, heading up the short flight of stairs to the command bridge, letting those he passed know of the upcoming jump. It was without a doubt that he was worried about the upcoming events, being the Admiral of the first IMC armada to make a jump of this magnitude. The plan was to jump back over 1000 years, and all the way to the Earth, his home world, all the way from Outpost 468 on the outer edges of the Frontier. The journey would cover an impressive distance of 2.5 million lightyears, however it would only take them a surprisingly short 3 seconds.

As the Admiral reached his station, he stood and paced towards the huge dynamic display towards the front of the bridge. The screen itself acted like a window, with high resolution cameras on the outside of the bridge relaying an image through the armour plated shell to the inside, giving it an extremely real appearance. It was as he reached this position that the Admiral felt the effects of the HS-HM drive activating.

He reeled back for a moment and closed his eyes, experiencing what can only be described as the most intense headache to ever have existed. In the time it took his mind to register the effects, they were already fading, much to his relief. What gave him an even bigger surprise however, was the beautiful sight before him: Earth.

He had heard tales as a child of a world of unrivalled beauty, world that could only be described as fiction where he came from, in a time of destruction and devastation. The sight before him made all his dreams jump into the realm of reality.

Through his earpiece he could hear various cheers of excitement and congratulations for the scientific and engineering accomplishment they had partaken in, then after a couple of minutes silence reigned. It was at this point that the Admiral realised that his crew was waiting for him to make a speech.

He stepped up to the bridge controls and pressed the speaker button before announcing, "Ladies and gentlemen of the IMC Armada Juliet, we have done it. Before us is a world destined to be ravaged by the fires of war, and it is our task to ensure this does not happen. If any of the people of this time question as to how or why you are here, let them know we mean no harm. In 10 minutes I want a team of low-tech soldiers aboard a dropship in the hanger of the IMC Industrious, and we will then head to the surface and make contact"

Once he had finished his announcement, he could hear chattering amongst the bridge staff, before he began his journey to the hangar bays. Along the way he made sure to congratulate as many of the staff involved as possible, and in turn he received congratulations himself.

4 minutes and an otherwise uneventful walk later, he found himself in the hangar bay of the IMC Industious, the flagship of the Juliet Armada. The hangar was a single huge, 5 story tall room, that extended forwards 500 meres, and had a width of approximately 300 metres. It was the largest ship the IMC had ever constructed, and thus required an appropriately sized hangar. Along the walls to the left and right were row upon row of dropships and Hornet fighters.

After pausing momentarily to take in the scale of the familiar hangar, the Admiral approached a lone transport waiting in the centre of the hangar bay, surrounded by Spectres and lightly armoured Spec Ops troops. As he got nearer, a green Spectre walked along with him, briefing him about the equipment of the soldiers, and what sort of "welcome" to expect once they reach the surface.

"We are expecting to come into contact with the Terrans as soon as we breach the atmosphere, they are yet to become familiar with fast space travel, and such a sudden arrival of force may cause a global response," the robotic voice spoke.

"Noted, and can you at least stop acting like the people of Earth are an alien race, just because Earth has been destroyed for over 30 years in our timeline" he responded bitterly.

"Affirmative. Your transport and squad are ready. Your location of touchdown will be on the premises of the President of the United States of America. Expect to be detained shortly after arrival" the emotionless voice stated. "It would be wise to step out of the craft with your hands raised, and to leave your weapons untouched. Once detained, show them the footage and information on one of your Personal Projection Devices. It will become clear to them what must be done"

"Thanks for the heads up, but I wasn't exactly planning on landing 'guns blazing'. If we do not return within three Earth days, instruct the Armada to return home. Is that understood?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes sir. Lift-off will be in 1 minute"

Once the Admiral was inside the craft, an orange Spectre slid the door closed behind him. He took a seat next to the squad leader, and relayed the information from the green Spectre to him.

"Sounds like we sure were paranoid 1500 years ago" He spoke with a gruff voice that told of years in combat.

"Unfortunately so" He wanted to continue his conversation with the squad leader, but he was interrupted as the pilot Spectre, Bravo One Two (inventively nicknamed BOT), turned around and said in a slightly chipper tone "Taking off in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1". He rather aggressively lifted the dropship off the deck, and proceeded to fly out the pressure shield at the far end of the hangar, into the empty realm of space.

Admiral Bennet heard the unmistakable whine of the light drive powering up, before seemingly teleporting through the Earth's atmosphere and reappearing above a large city. He heard one of the five soldiers mutter something about the "dark ages", before his squadmate elbowed him in the side, silencing him. If he had to say so, he rather envied the people of this time, living in relative peace, and not having to worry about resource shortages and constant Militia attacks.

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he heard the unmistakable roar of a jet engine very close by, and as he looked out of the other door he saw an F-22 fighter jet alongside them. He made sure that all those involved in this mission, including himself, knew as much as they could about the time period they were jumping into, including the technologies around at the time. As he thought this, he saw the pilot of the jet pointing towards the ground, and heard BOT speaking to him over the radio.

"Admiral, the pilot wishes to speak with you" BOT whined from the front.

"Alright, patch him through"

"Sir, this is restricted airspace, and your craft is unrecognised. Land immediately or we will open fire" he heard the pilot say through his earpiece.

"We can assure you that we mean no harm, and we wish to speak with your President. The matter is of extreme importance, and relates to the Armada currently in orbit of Earth"

There was a long pause before the pilot spoke again, "I have been adivsed to allow you to land outside the gates to the White House. A road block has been set up to allow this. Once you have landed you are to step out of your craft with your hands up, and any weapons are to be placed on the ground. Am I understood?" he sounded unsure himself, but the Admiral knew best the dangers of letting in unregistered craft to your airspace. Outposts had been completely lost in the past due to circumstances such as this.

"We understand, landing now" BOT spoke up again.

The dropship began to slow, as the doors slid open and revealed a huge traffic pileup, caused by the massive amount of military hardware blocking the roads. Once the dropship was on the ground, the Admiral followed after two soldiers and stepped out of the craft, followed by the other three men. As the craft powered down, they placed their sidearms on the ground and raised their hands.

As some American soldiers approached them with their weapons raised, BOT stepped down and proclaimed, "What'd I miss?". The sudden appearance of a robot seemed to startle the soldiers slightly, but they continued forward nonetheless. Once they reached the 6 men and the Spectre, they proceeded to handcuff them, and power down BOT with the instruction of the Admiral.

The next 10 minutes went by in a blur for the Admiral, he remembered stepping into an APC, along with the other men, and being driven up to the White House. After this they were taken to a large board room, where the Joint Chiefs of Staff sat, with five or six heavily armed soldiers stood at the end of the room.

Once BOT was brought in, he powered back up, and projected a display onto the large array of screens at the nearest end of the room. From here BOT continued to explain the situation, as well as why they are here, and what needs to be done. The Chiefs of Staff were hesitant to believe that they were originally from Earth, and had been given approval by the president of the year 3475 , until BOT provided all the necessary documentation and video proof as to the actuality of the authority.

It was agreed that action had to be taken, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff opened up a video conference with the other NATO leaders. After a further 30 minutes of discussion, an alliance between NATO and the IMC was formed. The alliance was to be named the "Inter Spatial Earth Conglomerate".

Once the conference had finished, BOT informed the Admiral that they were now free to return to the Armada. They boarded the dropship, and jumped back into orbit before landing aboard the Industrious.

Shortly after stepping out of the craft, red warning lights began to flash and a loud siren briefly chirped. "Warning, Militia presence inbound. Warning, Militia presence inbound. Man stations and prepare for defensive manoeuvres" a female voice spoke out over the loud speakers. A constant clunking sound could be heard accompanying the klaxon, as Spectres dashed about to man positions.

The Admiral was shocked out of his daze by a soldier grazing past him, before the realisation struck him, "They've found us"

Author's Note

Hey guys! Longer chapter this time, I promise there will be ponies soon!
I understand the entire plot thus far was completely predictable, and probably will be until Equestria comes into the equation, but don't blame me, I have the imagination of a five year old!
Constructive criticism is appreciated, don't just shout and/or ramble! Suggestions are welcome as well.