Resistance

Now that the rebels had the firepower to kick the combine out of the city they needed to help the remainder of the wounded and continue their hold on the last chain. Luckily, the rebels carried in ammo crates, SMG, RPG and AR2 ammo were the crates they saw.

A rebel in an CP uniform ran up to Damian.

“Hey. You Dan?” He asked, holding his SMG. The rebels clearly had to fight there way into the city, made more apparently by the wounded soldiers.

“No I'm Damian. But I'll relay what you need to tell to Dan. He's up on the wall over there shooting at the combine. We need to hold their position.” Damian said, pulling out a pistol and waiting for the message.

“Ok. Tell him that the strider will help out in the city and that its on our side. I saw you're hunter. I guess that the same thing happened to our strider… But if the combine are still operational that means an overseer is on this planet somehow.” The man said, loading his SMG.

“Alright… Once we secure the city we’ll go get it. Once we know where it is.” Damian said and ran over to assist Noah in taking out the 2 striders approaching the gate.

“DROP-SHIPS AT THE DESTROYED CHAIN!”

The pony announcer said, afraid they were losing the fight.

“Head to the destroyed wall near the cliff! We need to kick the combine back!” The rebels said, assuming the role of their leader. All the rebels that weren't tending to he wounded got up, equipped their shotguns, AR2s, SMGs and RPGs and ran towards the destroyed wall. The combine saw the lack of defence as an opening.

A swarm of guided rockets slammed into one of the drop-ships, detaching the container and crushing it during the fall, exploding and killing the soldiers  inside.

“uh… METAL GUNSHIP APPROACHING THE MAIN GATE!”

“Metal gunship? As in… The thing on the roof?” One of the ponies in the swarm of guards around the gate said, a little nervousness due to the fact that the thing on the roof could spray down a strider in seconds. Half the rebels split off the group fighting the gunships. Hunter choppers were a lot harder to take down than a synth.

“APCS ROLLING DOWN THE STREETS! DON’T LET THEIR ROCKETS HIT!”

They were getting swarmed. In a last ditch effort, the combine sent everything at them. Rebels gunned down the gunships and chopper, they were no match for the swarm of rockets the rebels had.

“Good thing we put hoppers in the street.” One of the wounded rebels said, coughing up some blood.

Beep beep.

“SHIT.”

BOOM.

The APC exploded, spewing CPs allover the street. It exploded in a perfect position for cover. A rebel ran across the dropped gate and climbed into the mounted gun inside the APC after putting the fire out. They could easily shoot down air vehicles now.

The combine new they failed, APCS stopped in the streets across the city and gun-ships turned around, they were retreating. Most likely back to the griffon kingdom.

“WE DID IT! CANTERLOT IS SECURED!” The following screams and shouts of joy were the most inspirational thing ever. Royal guards reunited with their family's and Dan… Dan found his life again. A computer & a stack of books.

The wounded were taken to the hospital and everyone else kicked combine stragglers out of the city. Even the strider danced at the enormous party that happened that night.

The next morning, The rebels woke inside of a drop-ship container… Flooded with… Beer? The rebels inside of a container smashed into the side of a house. It’s a good thing they don’t remember what happened last night.

They would probably cry.