The Liberation of Equestria

Chapters

Chapter 2 (Enhanced)
chapter 3 (Enhanced)
Chapter 4
Database chapter 1
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter twelve + update
Chapter one (enhanced)
update #2

Chapter 2 (Enhanced)

CNN:
"The number of casualties continues to rise as more than seventy thousand have been killed in the initial hours of the Centaur invasion…”

Fox News:
“The Department of Homeland Security has ordered a mandatory evacuation for all civilians that are within a seventy-mile radius from downtown Houston. Anyone in this area are in immediate danger. Bring only one suitcase or backpack per family member. Be aware of your surroundings. Be safe.”

Pentagon Press Conference:
“Defensive lines have been setup in Huntsville, Bryan, Beaumont, Columbus, and El Campo to help protect civilians leaving the city and to prevent the Centaurs from advancing further out. All civilian and military personnel that are trapped behind enemy lines are advised to immediately make their way to these defensive positions.”

CBS NEWS AGENCY:
"Congress and the United Nations Security Council has been called into an emergency session to discuss the invasion. NATO member states are mobilizing their armies to help the United States in its hour of need. China has also mobilized its military forces to help the United States."
* * *
Fighter squadrons of F-15s, F-18 Super Hornets, F-22s, and F-35s from bases all across the United States are conducting scouting missions, searching for Air Force bases and airports around Texas that haven't already fallen into Centaur control. Forty air divisions are tasked with various roles such as air superiority, air strikes against enemy command and control centers, and close air support for friendly forces on the ground.

The 1st, 3rd, 10th Mountain, and 36th Infantry Divisions are sent to help counter-attack the advancing Centaurs. The 82nd,101st, and 173rd Airborne divisions are sent along with the 75th Ranger Regiment. 1st Armored and the 1st Cavalry Divisions are deployed from their bases in Texas. Apache attack helicopters were deployed as well, though the Centaurs flying battleships made it too risky to fly them.

Even with the mass deployment of US forces, the Centaurs continued to pour in more reinforcements of tanks, artillery, armored vehicles, and two more flying battleships. The battleships each contained aircraft capable of strafing ground forces and provide air superiority across the battlefield. Tomahawk cruise missiles, launched from destroyers in the Gulf of Mexico, have been shot down before they could impact the battleships. The Centaurs rifles shoot 20mm rounds, but only have a effective range of one hundred meters.
* * *
The air threat from the centaurs was a major concern. Human aircraft have the advantage of long-range attacks, thanks to missile advances over the century, allowing pilots to destroy enemy aircraft miles away. Long range radar, intense training, loyalty from every pilot, and superior equipment also play a important role. However, this advantage isn't enough against the formations of centaur aircraft, which look like steampunk versions of the MiG-21. Despite looking far outdated, the centaur's version is equally matched to what humanity has to offer. The centaur’s aircraft aren’t equipped with heat seeking missiles, but are equipped with two rocket pods under the wings and a 30mm Gatling gun in the nose of the aircraft.

Central Command orders a massive aerial assault on the Centaurs flying battleship. Squadrons of F-18s, F-22s and F-35s are sent to attack the battleship. Spearheading the attack is Lightning Squadron, one of the best F-18 fighter squadrons in the United States Air Force with over two hundred and forty confirmed ground kills and fifty aerial kills in the First and Second Iraq War.

***

"Lightning 4-2, radar contact – closing fast." Lightning 4-6 says over the radio.

“Here we go.”

“Tally two.”

“No IFF tone back.”

Within seconds, 20mm rounds stream towards the aircraft.

“MOTHERFUCKERS!” shouts Lightening 4-2.

“Bandits, Bandits! Engage. Break left, break left.” Says 4-6 giving chase to a centaur aircraft.

“Lightening 4-2, they’re splitting. I’m engaging. Pushing the one to the left.”

“I got the one on the right.” Replies Lightning 4-2 while breaking hard right to give chase to the bogey.

“2-1-2, Lightening 4-2. Confirmed bandits V-ID on two. Engaging at angles six.”

“Lightening 4-2, copy.” Replies command.

“Bogey dumping flares.” says 4-2, watching the aircraft dump flares. The centaur plane suddenly slows down and drops behind 4-2.

“Fuck! He’s bled his speed- He’s on my six.”

“Shit! Incoming mils!” said 4-2 as the centaur plane fires a burst from his main cannon, several rounds impact the F-18.

“Hold on! Dumping speed!” He drops his speed and manages to get behind the bogey.

“Switching to Heat-seekers.” Lightning 4-2 says while switching to missiles on his control panel. He manages to lock onto the plane and fires a Sidewinder.

“4-2, fox two.”

The missile streaks towards its prey and makes impact and destroys the bogey.

“Good hit, Good Kill. Splash one.” Says 4-2.

"That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." A pilot says over the radio.

"I wouldn't get too comfy. We still have bogies to take down." Says another pilots.

Immediately, two more centaur fighters moved into attack position, firing their guns at the human jets, knocking five of them out of the sky.

"Break formation! Engage all bandits!" Lightning 4-2 ordered to every aircraft. Soon the largest dogfight in human history commenced

***
As the largest dogfight in human history rages overhead, ground forces begin setting up defensive fortifications that span several miles in either direction. The Centaur Onslaught managed to push back US forces from the cities of San Antonio, Austin, Dallas, Texarkana, Shreveport, Lake Charles, and Corpus Christi. Satellite images show that the main force of the centaur army was moving towards the town of Fredericksburg, just outside San Antonio. Top military officials decided that this is where they should prepare their strongest defense, mainly due to the open ground and high hills which provide excellent spotting and firing positions for the defenders.

All infantry, airborne, and armored divisions that were sent to help reinforce the front, entrenched themselves all along the line. They all hoped that they could stop the advancing army or at least slow them down until NATO and Allied Forces would arrive to help the United States in its hour of need.

Sgt. Ramirez, along with his brother Rangers, exchanges their M4s and M16A4s for the the heavy hitting Scar-H, which chambers a 7.62x51mm NATO round. There are two versions that are issued to the Rangers. One is the Grenadier version, which is equipped with EOtech Holographic Sight, a EGLM 40MM grenade launcher, and a AN-PEQ. The other is the marksmens variant, which is equipped with a 4x32 ACOG Sight, a vertical foregrip, and AN-PEQ.

Grenadier Scar-H

Marksmen Scar-H

Browning M2 machine guns are placed in inter-locking fields of fire since the .50 BMG round were more than enough able to stop the Centaur infantry. 200 M1A2 Abrams tanks and 100 Strykers, LAVs, and Bradleys entrenched themselves in hull down firing positions in order to be a smaller target against the Centaur tanks. These tanks are armed with an estimated 150mm main cannon and two 15mm guns; one on top of the turret, the other within the turret. Even with all these preparations, the threat of the flying battleships still posed a significant threat to the defensive line.

***
Looking through his binoculars, safely away from the battlefield, the commander of the 75th Ranger Regiment, Colonel Marcus Evans, noticed a massive amount of movement in front of the line. Dialing in, he bare witnessed to 30 Centaur tanks with thousands of infantry in support moving towards the line.

“God help us all…” Evans whispers to himself. “Radio the CP, tell them we have made contact with the main enemy force at Defensive grid Alpha Whiskey 1-9-7,” Evans told the radio operator.

“Yes sir!” the radio operator replied.

“And alert the front that they are about to have contact,” Evans added, returning to starring at the battle.

***
All across the front, everyone readied their rifles and machine guns and aimed at the advancing infantry. The Abrams tanks began firing at the hostile tanks, destroying fifty percent of them. Still, the Centaurs kept coming.

“Standby to engage!” A Ranger yelled. Ramirez and his brothers-in-arms waited for the order to unleash their fury.

“Sir, they’re getting to close!” A Ranger panicked.

“Wait for them to get in range,” said another Ranger.

Ramirez switched his rifle from safe to semi-auto and grips it tight as he waits for the order to engage.

“They're in range!” yelled a Ranger with a MK14.

“ALL UNITS, ENGAGE, ENGAGE, ENGAGE!” A Ranger ordered.

Immediately, thousands of bullets started flying towards their targets. Centaurs that were leading the advance were hit immediately. The bullets pierced their armor, ripping apart their bodies. Only two survived, but they were put down by snipers.

“Check your weapons! That was only the first wave!” A Ranger ordered. Ramirez released his empty magazine and placed in a full one.

“These fuckers don't know what their dealing with,” Ramirez said.

“Hooah, Sergeant,” PVT. Preston said, “we’ll push them back.”

“Your damn right we will,” Ramirez replied.

“Think we will survive all this?” Preston asked.

“I don't know,” Ramirez answered, “just don't hesitate and do your job.”

“SECOND WAVE INBOUND! FIVE HUNDRED METERS!” A sniper yelled.

“How many!?!” Ramirez yelled to the sniper.

“Couple hundred, mayb…” But the sniper was interrupted when something massive blocked out the sun.

***

"Dagger four break right." Lightning one said. But didn't help, as the F-15 bursted into flames, violently spinning towards the ground. For the U.S Air Force, they only lost forty out of one hundred aircraft, while the centaurs lost ten times more than the U.S, mostly because of long range missiles. Still, hundreds of centaur aircraft still fly the skies.
Looking out the Portside, lightning one noticed something large coming out of the clouds, a centaur battleship.
"All aircraft," lightning one said, using all military frequencies, "Centaur battleship is approaching, I say again, Centaur battleship is approaching."
Immediately, all aircrafts started to fly back, not wanting to risk getting shot down. A few F-15 began to fly towards the flying battleship, moving into an strafing run, only to be hit with AA fire, knocking them out of the sky. The large gun on the lower part of the battleship started pointing downwards, preparing to rain down artillery shells at the defenders.
* * *
"All ground forces fall back, I repeat get the hell out of there!" order CENTCOM to all U.S forces. U.S forces that were intrenched hours ago were now retreating. Incoming artillery fire from the battleship tore apart its victims, including destroying Abram tanks, only leaving metal husks, with the entire tank crews burned alive. Retreating soldiers shot while running away, hoping to kill the incoming centaurs. Some tanks got a few shots out, aimed at the flying-battleship, but didn't do anything.
Ramirez and his detachment provided suppressing fire for his section of the line. Cpl. Thompson was killed during the first rounds fired from the centaurs battleship, leaving no trace of him.. The withdrawal of the defensive line was completed within twenty minutes, but fifty percent of the the defenders were killed, twenty percent of the survivors were injured. Now the centaurs had control of the the majority of the Southern United States.
* * *
NATO troops arrived a day later, though it wouldn't be enough as the casualties are at the hundreds of thousands, as they torched entire towns. The United States isn't the only country to be affected by the invasion, the world economy is growing weaker every day. The United Nations has put up resolutions to help the US, but not many countries are pledging to help, and the ones who have are not sending help fast enough.

chapter 3 (Enhanced)

"The Liberation of Equestria": Chapter 3:

AN: I don't know how to write the mane six, so expect for me to not write them correctly
For the inspiration for the battle click this link:.

http://youtu.be/nQ3Muu-K3I0 and http://youtu.be/pCHHv7ojfiw

Twilight Sparkle, along with her closest friends, have been imprisoned in tartarus, along with Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Princess Cadence for eight months now. The cell that they call home is one of the largest Tartarus has to offer. It measures forty-five feet long by forty feet wide, and twelve feet tall. They each have a cot (though they are uncomfortable) with a pillow and blanket, two sinks and toilets, and a small shower area. Everyday gets harder to get by, as everypony is slowly losing hope. Fluttershy has been devastated for months after hearing about Discord's execution and it's grim details. The only thing that is keeping Cadence going is the hope of seeing her husband again. Twilight and Pinkie Pie have been trying to keep everyponies spirits up, but is getting harder everyday. Sleep is the only thing that is keeping everypony from losing it. However, the dreams they’ve been getting lately have been cryptic, but become clearer every time they go to sleep, little by little.

* * *

Twilight finds herself in a field, with the sunset and the moon rising as the sun descends, right next to a small building with a fenced area. Looking around, she notices that this is much like the dreams she has been getting for the past eight months now. "Looks like I'm dreaming," Twilight mumbled to herself.

"This is not a dream." A bright orb said, nearly blinding Twilight. "What you see is another world, much like Equestria, but it is devoid of magic."

"Why am I seeing this?" Twilight asked. "And who are you?"

"I can not tell you yet," the bright orb said, "it is too early. Right now, this planet and it's inhabitants are Equu's only hope."

"How do you know?" Twilight asked.

"It has been foretold, but it may change as time flows ever onward."

"Why did you bring me here alone?"

"You are not the only one I brought,” The bright orb replied.

Then looking behind her she saw her friends, Luna, Cadence, and Celestia.

"Where the hay are we?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"You are on the planet called Earth." The bright object said.

"Why are we on this planet?" Rarity asked.

"To bear witness to this." the bright orb said, causing everypony to look at the hill.

In the distance, flashes of light immediately followed by sounds of thunder. Coming up from the hill are creatures that none of them seen before, except for Twilight. But these humans were not like the humans she had seen when she went through the mirror portal in the Crystal Empire.

"These are not the same humans you have seen Twilight when you faced Sunset Shimmer." The bright orb said. "These humans are not in anyway related to Equu in anyway, but they are your only hope for Equu and it's inhabitants, though it may be different from what has been foretold."

"How is that?" Rarity asked.

A large screech of several aircraft (F-22s and A-10s) flying low and launching its missiles. Not long after the aircraft passed, a column of vehicles (HMMWVs armed with TOWs and M2 Browning machine guns, along with M1A2 Abrams, M2 Bradley's, and flatbed trucks filled with U.S soldiers.)

"The centaurs have came to this world to conquer it." The bright orb said, as the group now stands on top of the hill.

The group looked absolute horror, centaurs mowed down unarmed civilians, smiling at the scene as their rifles were tearing them apart.

Rarity nearly passed out, Applejacks face started to turn green, Rainbow dash comforted Fluttershy, Pinkie was turning green like Applejack. Twilight and the Princesses were overwhelmed by what they are witnessing, but were interrupted by the large explosions the came from a few of the human vehicles. Soldiers began to pour out of the vehicles beginning to firing their weapons at the centaurs. The humans went right through the group since they were not actually there, but still witnessing it.

“The Javelin’s the key! Load the Gustav! It’s gonna be a tough kill.” A soldier ordered to his platoon. Human soldiers began running back to their vehicles and grabbing the much needed equipment.

“Let's go, let’s go, let’s go! Bring out the Javelin!” another soldier yelled.

“Clear! Get from behind! Clear!’ a soldier with a Javelin operator said.
“Let me know when you’re tracking,” said the spotter to the operator.

“Tracking!”

“You got a lock?”

“I got a lock!”

“Fire the Javelin!” A missile fires out of the rocket and arches up before crashing down on a centaur tank, destroying it.

"Fire the Gustav!" A human yelled. Another human fired a missile out the launcher, aimed at the centaur infantry, causing an explosion that killed five centaurs.

"Our orders are to delay their advance, do whatever it takes!" Another human soldier said.

Soon the entire hill was covered with human soldiers, fighting the centaurs that threatens their entire way of life.

Another shot came from the rocket launcher that the human fired, hitting a centaur tank. but did little damage to it as the rocket hit the side of the turret.

"Target hit! No effect, centaur tank is still functioning." The soldier with the Gustav said.

"Colonel, gunship support is underway."

Twenty Apache helicopter gunships hovered over the soldiers firing their hellfire missiles at the onslaught of centaurs charging at them. Rainbow dash was in awestruck by the awesome power of the human gunships. However, everypony wasn't as in awestruck as Rainbow, as the machines only brought death and destruction, but were still amazed that a race that born without wings was able to achieve flight.

Still, with what the humans brought to fight off the centaurs returned in kind. But what the see next shocks the group. The humans decided to charge.

“Guide on, guide on. Black six, attack, attack, attack!”A colonel ordered. The human vehicles and infantry charged the centaur line with full fury.

The group was pulled away from the battle and appeared on a island in the Pacific Ocean.

"I know you have questions about what I have told and showed you," The bright object said, "ask away."

After a long minute, Celestia spoke first, as she knew what she was going to ask.

"How are these humans the only hope for our world?" Celestia asked.

"Humans have been from the first day have fought to survive in this world," The bright object said, "unlike Equu, the weather is not controlled, magic is non existent, which should have been impossible for anything to survive. But they have survived and they thrived, though they fight each other, from gaining more power, differences in ideology, to resources."

"And how are they going to help us if they can't even get along?" Applejack asked.

"Though it seems they fight against each other," the bright object said," they are capable of great compassion."

"Still," the bright object continued, "Since they have been conceived, humans have done outstanding achievements."

"Like what?" Luna asked.

"Fifty one years ago, July 20, 1969 on the humans calendar, the humans sent three men to the moon and back. And now they plan to send humans over to Mars as well." The bright object said. Everypony was amazed by what humans have accomplished, especially Luna.

"I will send you back to your realm." The bright object said to everypony. "I ask that you do not speak of this, for it may doom every living creature on earth and equu."

"We won't," Twilight said, "but you never told us your name."

"All will be revealed in due time," the bright object said, "but for now call me Mr. X."

"All right, Mr. X." Twilight said. Then a bright flash of light engulfed the group, nearly blinding them.

* * *

Everypony soon woke up in their cell, all at the same time. They quickly congregated to the center, about to discuss what they saw.

"You believe him Twilight?" Applejack ask.

"I'm not sure, but it seems Mr. X was telling the truth." Twilight said.

"How can you tell?" Rarity asked.

"I don't know," Twilight said, " I just do."

Chapter 4

Jefferson City, the state capital of Missouri and now about to be the biggest challenge for the United States military to stop the centaurs. At least three devisions were deployed at the capital, SAM missile sites and anti-air guns were placed on every building, machine gun positions placed on the corner of every block, the people living in the state capital were evacuated. The military deployed a railgun, an experimental weapon design to fire rounds ten times the speed of sound. By the time the centaurs were set to attack, the U.S was ready for the battle, and poised to win.

The centaurs didn't get this far without resistance, not just from the defenders; but also from the weather. During ending of the first half of the invasion, it was 'tornado season' in the Midwest. Which caused catastrophe to the centaurs when tornados cut right through them. Not only that, fuel was also an issue. As their vehicles ran by draining magic around them, Earth however, was devoid of magic of any form. The battleships could produce small amounts, but not enough to suffice the troops on the ground. Centaur rifles were also degrading in preference, as they too used magic to enhance the killing power of their bullets. Though they still were effective, no one was sure how long their effectiveness would last.

* * *

"HERE THEY COME!!!!" A solider yelled out, about ready to unleash his fury upon the incoming centaurs.

Soon buildings occupied by soldiers unleashed bullets apon the centaurs. As they had no tanks support for cover, the centaurs were cut down causing them to pile up creating a wall of dead centaur.

"Centaur aircrafts inbound, one mile out." A soldier manning a radar said.

"Fire some missiles at them." Another soldier said. A few seconds later, one long range SAM missile was launched, then followed by another for minute until the sky was filled with streams of missile smoke.

***

Looking out from the top of a apartment complex, Sargent Bradly spotted waves of centaurs being cut down by the troops in the first defensive line.

"Sargent centaur reinforcements are on their way." A soldier said.

Looking at the Reports from Unmanned drones, Bradly asked, "How long, private?"

"A mile out sir," the private said, "order in a airstrike?"

"Negative private," the Sargent said, "don't want to risk it, order artillery strikes instead."

"Yes sir."

"Make sure to not target our guys out there."

***

F-15's and F-15E's of the first fighter division flew over the state capital, providing air superiority while carrying out air strikes when called upon. The division consisted of thirteen squadrons, which each squadron consisted of twenty aircraft. Three squadrons were flying Apache helicopters as air support, while the rest flew either F-15C's or F-15E's.

"Contact on radar." Firefox 2 said.

"How many Firefox 2?" Firefox 1 asked

"About fifty bogies, no sign of a centaur battleship." Firefox 2 replied.

Just mentioning the word battleship makes everyone jittery, as nothing could stop them. Every thing was thrown at the centaurs battleships, from artillery to missile, launching nuclear weapons at them was out of the question, as it could have severe consequences, as the fallout could render the midwest uninhabitable for millenniums or more.

Moving into position, Firefox 1 locked on to four centaur fighters. Immediately, Firefox 1 launched four missiles at the centaurs. Within minutes, four small explosions dotted the sky.

"Bogies inbound." Forward Air Command said, using all comm channels, "All units prepare to intercept them."

F-15's immediately broke formation and flew straight towards the centaurs, launching missiles at them as well. Soon just like on all encounters with centaur aircraft, dogfights dominated the sky as opponents danced to out maneuver their prey.

***

On the ground, centaurs continue to charge at the defenders, only to be cut down by gunfire from buildings and mortar fire from the U.S soldiers that fought for their country and their comrades next to them.

The city worked in the defenders favor, as centaurs fought in long range, since humanity has learned from experience that close quarter combat happens more often and has developed weapons and skills to suit this type of combat, making it dangerous for the centaurs to clear out occupied buildings, without support from their vehicles.

"Dam," a machine gunner said, " is it bad that were making a pretty big pile of corpses?"

"What do you mean?" Another soldier asked.

"They could use them as cover, allowing them to move closer with every push." The machine gunner explain.

"And where did you learn this?" A soldier asked.

"I'm a bit of a military nut when it comes to tactics." The machine gunner said, with enthusiasm in his voice.

The soldier then asked,"Well smartass, tell me how a bunch of myth-." Suddenly, a centaur tank round entered the second floor of the building, killing everyone within the room. The only thing left was mangled corpuses of the two soldiers unfortunate to be caught in the blast radius of the shell's explosion.

***

"TANK TAKE COVER!!!"

The machine gun ports on the tank aimed at the soldiers on the street, cutting down anything unfortunate to be caught in the gun's field of vision. The turret on top shot at anything that the machine guns couldn't penetrant.

"Someone take out that fucker!"

Immediately someone pulled out a LAW missile launcher and took aim at the tank. After lining up the sights on the tank the soldier launched a anti-tank missile. Within a few seconds the missile nocked the tank out of commission, rendering it useless.

Running towards the tank, while trying to keep out of the machine gunners view, Thomas pointed his M4A1 rifle down the viewport in the front of the tank. "Eat this you pieces of SHIT!!" Thomas said as he emptied his magazine in to the tank. Screams of pure agony was all that came out of the centaur tank, until a few frag grenades were dropped into the tank, ending the occupants suffering.

"Gees, a bit excessive don't you think Thomas?" A soldier asked.

"Nope," Thomas said, " just justified."

"Still a bit excessive on my point of view."

"Alright Dave, what would you have done if they killed your family and friends?" Thomas asked.

"I don't know," Dave said, "I haven't lost anyone who was close to me. I still wouldn't be axe-crazy like those who did lose someone close to them that were killed by centaurs. Besides, you don't have any family near here."

"What do you mean?"

"Doesn't your family live in Alaska?" Dave asked.

"Yeah," Thomas said, "Why dose it matter?"

"Do you think it's justified to go axe-crazy if you haven't lost anyone to these centaurs?" Dave asked.

Thomas didn't say anything, as he couldn't come up with a good reason for why he did. Even though he had no connections, family or friends, he still acted barbaric.

After a minute Dave spoke, "Thought so, now come on, we still got a job to do."

***

Only a mile away from the capital aircraft from both sides exchanged fire with each other, littering the sky with small explosions. The second fighter devision knocked out hundreds of centaurs out of the sky, but still had hundreds more to go.

"Dagger four bandit on your six." A pilot said.

"I'm gonna try and lose him in the clouds." Dagger four said.

Dagger four immediately went towards the nearest cloud, hoping that he would lose his stalker. Entering the large cloud, Dagger four's field of view immediately dropped, as clouds aren't the best thing seeing through.

Apon exiting the cloud Dagger four was greeted with a centaur battleship. Causing fear to take over U.S pilot, and confidence to take over in centaur pilots.

'You've got to be shiting me' Dagger four quietly mouthed.
With in seconds AA guns on the battleship started to light up and shoot at Dagger four, making it difficult to not get shot down. Shrapnel flew into Dagger's left engine intake, causing it to fail. "Come on don't fail on me now." Dagger four said as his F-15 started to fly out of control, headed straight towards the centaur battleship's bridge.

***

A centaur commander stood looking out towards the battle out in front of him. Immediately his sight locked on to the human aircraft flying towards the bridge.

"Intensify AA fire!" The commander yelled, "I don't want anything get
Through!"

AA fire increased shooting down more human aircraft, but the out of control aircraft still flew closer. "Intensify AA fire NOW!!" the commander yelled.

"TOO LATE!!!" A centaur yelled, pointing at the human aircraft about to ram into the battleship.

Immediately the commander jumped down to avoid getting hit, but was useless as the aircraft rammed into the bridge a nearly the speed of sound. The aircraft crashed through the bridge, and destroyed the generator that kept the centaur battleship afloat in the air, along with what kept the centaur aircraft flying.

Immediately the centaur battleship started to fall down to the ground and along with centaur aircraft as well.

***

U.S pilots were in shock of what they just witnessed, the one thing that was considered indestructible was falling down to the earth. Immediately all fighters started to pound the falling ship with everything they could throw, from sidewinders to long-range missiles and their internal 20mm cannons.

When the centaur battleship finally crashed, it created an explosion equivalent to a small nuclear explosion, causing some to lose control for a few seconds.

"This is Forward Air Command, we picked up an explosion from here, was it a nuke?"

"Negative," Dagger three said, "a centaur battleship was knocked out of the sky, I repeat a centaur battleship was knocked out of the sky."

"How was it shot down?"

"The bridge was hit by Dagger four when he was shot down and lost control." Dagger three said.

"Roger that, we'll forward this information to the other fronts."

"Roger that."

"Good work guys, you've just turned the war towards our favor against the centaurs."

***
Within less than a day, the remaining two battleship ships were knocked out of the sky, and the U.S regained air superiority. Within two weeks the centaurs were pushed back into Joplin and back where it all started. By that point, remains from the wreckage of the battleships were analyzed and being replicated. The U.S found out, from interrogating POW's (prisoners of war), that the centaurs came from another planet, and the United States along, with the rest of the world, wasn't going to let the centaurs go back worry-free.

Database chapter 1

---CLASSIFIED INFORMATION, UNAUTHORIZED USAGE WILL RESULT IN TRIAL AS TREASON AND RESULT IN DEATH PENALTY.---

FILE: centaur prisoner #21 interrogation.
-Subject of interrogation: Learn of the enemy's capability, where they came from, names and descriptions of leaderships.
-Interrogator: Sargent Philip Lorance.

Location: Guantanamo Bay detention center, Cuba

-Begin video-

*small room with one metal table with one chair in the middle. On the other side of the table, a centaur prisoner is restrained by leather straps tide to his arms, the prisoner's legs are weighed down to where it can't move as freely, a shock collar is around the prisoners' neck with the capacity of releasing 24 volts of electricity. The interrogator Sargent Lorance enters the room.*

* Sargent Lorance pulls up a chair and sits in it*

*Centaur prisoner struggles to break restraints on his arms and legs.*

Lorance: Where are you from?

*Prisoner remains silent*

Lorance: I'll ask again, where are you from?

Centaur prisoner: Centaur district 34.

Lorance: What was the nature of of your mission?

*Centaur prisoner remains silent*

Lorance: I won't ask again. What was the nature of mission?

Centaur prisoner: To conquer all of Equu in the name of Lord Tirek.

Lorance: Who is 'lord Tirek'?

Centaur prisoner: He is our leader, he controls everything that he desires and takes anything that he demands.

Lorance: And what is Equu? Is Equu a country?

Centaur prisoner: No.

Lorance: A continent?

Centaur prisoner: No, it's the name of the planet, don't you know the name of your own planet you hairless monkey.

Lorance: I'd hate to break it up to you, but you're not on 'Equu' anymore. Your on the planet earth. More specifically the United States of America, and you and your friends have single handedly angered one of the strongest nations on this planet and her allies as well. If I were you I'd stop with this superior race bullshit before I beat it out of you.

Centaur prisoner: *humph* your race is nothing but a nuance, a race that needs to be non existent. You think you can defeat the mighty Centaur Empire, you're as stubborn as the damed Griffins.

Lorance: Griffins?

Centaur prisoner: you have never heard of a Griffin?

Lorance: Yes I have. They are a mythical creature with the head and wings of a eagle and the body of a lion.

Centaur prisoner: *humph* Maybe here they are on this planet. But where I come from their as real as the grass, for the moment.

Lorance: Why is that?

Centaur prisoner: we are at the mist of conquering their country. They fight fiercely, much like you 'humans'. But when we're done wiping out the griffins, will gladly come back to finish what we started. *low chuckling*

Lorance: I think we're done here.

*Lorance gets up from chair and exits the interrogation room.*

*Two guards enter the room, both armed with MP5's and Bretta M9A1's, and escort centaur to detention center.*

-end of video-

Summary of all thirty interrogations: subjects are from another planet and are on the verge of complete world conquest. All of the questioned acted as if they were superior to anyone or anything that they encounter. From what the questioned have said; Lord Tirek is the sole leader of the Centaur Empire, which came into being after topping over a previous country named Equestria and are using its former capital Canterlot as its capital.

Tirek fits the definition of tyrant perfectly conquering most of the known world with rapid military dominance, slaughtering the local inhabitants, herding the captured in to either work or death camps, or keep as slaves. Kinda reminds me of some parts of our own history, but nothing at this scale, this is much more like if the nazi's were on the verge of world domination, and nothing could stop them.

From what We've also have gotten, the world is full of mythical creatures from all over; Hydras, manticores, Griffins, sea serpents, cockatrices, minatars, if it's fictional it probably exist on their world. But the most astonishing thing is that horses (ponies as they have stated) are one of the most dominant species, not through pure military might but through diplomatic cooperation with all of the sentient beings on their planet.

Weapon logs:

Centaur battle rifle:
Estimated caliber- 20mm
-Magazine capacity: ten rounds
-Barrel length: 20 inches
-Firing mode: semi-auto
-Overall length: 24 inches

Centaur machine gun:
-Estimated caliber: .30-06
-Feeding system: belt-feed, 100-175 round magazine
-Rate of fire: 1000 rounds per minute
-Barrel length: 24 inches
-Total length: 28 inches

Centaur tank:
-length: 40 feet
-Width: 20 feet
-Main armament: 150mm cannon (estimated)
rate of fire; 20 rounds per minute
rounds carried; 60
-Secondary armament: 3x centaur machine guns; 5,000 rounds carried.

Centaur Jet fighter:
-Length: 90 feet
-Wing span: 40 feet
-Armament:
1x internal cannon, 1000 12.7mm rounds, 50 rounds per second
2x rocket launchers (40 round capacity), 3 inch rockets.
2x hard points
-top speed: UNKNOWN
-Combat range: UNKNOWN
-Altitude limit: UNKNOWN

Observation: these centaurs are quite impressive with designing their firearms. The rifles they carry have elements of steampunk all over the place; their firearms, tanks, fighters, etc. Their body armor is astounding, only a centimeter thick, but makes it tough for the 5.56mm round to penetrate, unless if using a armor-piercing version. Recommend to use any bullet higher than the 7.62x51mm NATO for any future conflict with the centaurs.

The actual ammunition is the most astounding. Breaking down the ammunition reveals that the don't use gunpowder or anything that we use for our weaponry, which explains why the bullets have a HORRIBLE range compared to ours. The same for fuel, they used something unheard of to power their vehicles and aircraft. If we can reverse engineer their technology, we can completely replace fossil fuel for our vehicles and aircraft.

Author's Note

This takes place two weeks after the last chapter. Next chapter will take place in the mlp verse.

Chapter 5

After hearing that the invasion force was defeated, Tirek was in complete rage. His army was defeated for the first time since the start of his conquests. The general responsible for the invasion was executed. More over, he was surprised by the fact that the world his forces entered was completely devoid of magic, which led to dramatically decrease in their weapons, vehicles, aircraft, and Air-Battleship's performance. Still their weapons still inflected a lot of destruction upon the inhabitants known as 'humans'. Now Tirek is anxious, not knowing what his new enemy is capable of.

CNN: "U.S forces have recaptured the city of joplin, which now lies in ruins. Over five hundred centaurs surrendered to U.S forces after being surrounded. Casualties in the aftermath of the battle were ten thousand for U.S and NATO forces, fifty thousand for centaurs. The United States has stated that they will not let the centaurs go off easy."

*one month later*

CNN:
" One month has passed since the centaurs attacked the United States, the casualties has been estimated at five hundred thousand. The United States has declared war on the centaurs, scientists have reversed engineered the teleporters onboard the wreckage of the centaur's battleships and have begun to install them on to U.S warships."

NBC:
"American forces have begun to send in ground troops after drones have confirmed that it is safe for humans to enter. The marines and army rangers have begun to mobilize and enter the centaur world."

***

The 75th ranger regiment was one of the first units to enter the centaur world, along with marine units as well. Reports from the drones sent in showed that the area was a forest, miles of trees, much like forests in North America. The closest settlement was miles away up north, along the edge of the forest. But from what drones have shown, its more like a refugee camp than a town.

Light armored vehicles could be sent in, but only in small numbers as the portal consumes a large amount of energy. Some aircraft have been modified to carry a small device to teleport to the centaurs world, mostly utility helicopters, small amounts of F-15E Strike Eagles, F-16's, and two AC-130 gunships being retrofitted.

***

Moving in a police line, members of the 75th rangers fifth platoon, Able company advanced to the settlement with caution as they were in a unknown land at war with a race of creatures that were told in myths. Not taking any chances, everyone was on alert, listening and watching for anything suspicious.

Most carried M16's modified to shoot .50 Beowulf rounds, as the round provided enough firepower to penetrate centaur body-armor, but with the drawback of only being able to shoot in semi-auto mode or risk breaking the users' arms. Others carried M240 machine guns and Mk 14 Mod 0 EBR's chamber 7.62×51mm NATO cartridge.

"Sun's going down." Preston said. Looking forward at the sun as it sank into the mountains in the distance.

"Light and noise discipline from here on out." Lt. Davis said.

Immediately everyone put out their cigarettes and anything that could give away their positions. Then started to get out their night vision equipment, allowing them to see in the night, and began to entrench into defensive positions.

Within a half hour at the most, everyone was in a foxhole, which provided concealment from all angles. Each foxhole was dug five feet deep, providing cover. The moon was full, and barely any clouds in the sky, allowing the entrenched soldiers clear vision even without night vision.

Everyone kept alert. Taking shifts on look out while others sleep, switching every hour.

***

Life in the refugee camp is miserable, though better than being under Tirek's rule. For Spike, Bigmac, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Twilight's parents, and others who got out of Equestria, it would only be a little bit longer till they can get refuge in the dragon republic, one of the few places that the centaurs haven't taken over.

The centaurs control over eighty percent of the entire world, from what everypony has heard the Griffin Republic was a complete war zone, entire cities in ruins, hundreds of thousands dead on both sides, and defeat seems imitate. Saddle of Arabia was captured months ago, forcing the Royal family to go into hiding. Few places were safe now, but won't last forever. Some were calling it the end of time, others say that this is just the beginning of what's to come.

The camp was filled with hundreds of refugees from all over, ponies, griffins, buffalo, sheep, horses from Saddle of Arabia. Zebra soldiers patrolled the camp each armed with swords and firearms. The camps buildings consisted of tents of different sizes. Some were designated as clinics, food distribution, and supply storage.

"A'h miss Applejack." Apple Bloom said.

"Eeyup." Bigmac said sighing, as he missed his sister as well.

"Think we'll ever see Applejack again?"

"A'h hope so...a'h hope so."

Sweetie belle has been devastated since her sister was taken. Her friends try to cheer her up but have little success. Button Mash comforts her at any chance he gets, even if gets him in to trouble. Spike is the worst of the group, as Twilight was like a mother to him. Spike barely speaks at all anymore, the few times he dose its in his native language, the language of the Dova. But he has grown both physically and mentally, he's about the same size of the teenage dragons he encountered.

"Come on, little ones, time for sleep," Velvet said, looking at the sun as it sinks into the mountains

"But I'm not tired!" Button mash yelled.

"She's right honey," Button's mom said,"you need to get to bed. We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."

Knowing that he would not win the argument, Button started walking to the tent that he was staying in, along with Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and a few others. When got into the tent there was ten cots, that were on the verge of collapsing at any time, at the end of them were personal belongings that everypony brought with them, Button brought his Joyboy and all the games he bought for it. When Button got to his cot and fell asleep, after a hour of tossing and turning.

With the fillies asleep, the adults, along with Spike, began to converge into their assigned tent. Just like the tents the fillies were staying in, except a little bit bigger. For now everypony in the refugee camp, sleep was the only thing that they look forward too. Instead of taking part of the talk about what to do when they get to the Dragon Republic, Spike just grabbed a cot and fell fast asleep.

*The next day*

Everypony got up at the crack of dawn, packing up to head to the Dragon Republic. Button and Sweetie Belle had their belongings packed before anypony else. After a half hour, everypony packed their belongings onto the cart. But before they could get out of there, explosions dotted the hills, and metal vehicles headed towards the camp.

***

Preston, along with the rest of Able company, all mobilized just before sunrise. By 7300 hours, the company was a thousand yards away from the refugee camp, down the hill. Some companies decided to set up positions on top of the hill, as it provided a vantage point for miles for artillery spotters. Though even with that advantage, no one was willing to take any risks. Lucky before leaving their positions they were in all night, they received word that a road was found near the portal they exited out of. Now they have the advantage of heavier firepower.

"Alright! Everyone load up onto the vehicles!" Lt. Davis said. "The road leads directly to the settlement, I want everyone prepared for anything. I don't want any chances taken."

Everyone immediately loaded up into one of the eight Strykers and twelve HMMWV's. Preston took up position on a M2 mounted on a HMMWV. Others did the same thing. As everyone was loaded up, small explosions dotted the valley away from the refugee camp, along with small vehicles in the distance.

"Corporal," Davis said," get word to command, we're going to need air support."

"Yes sir!"

"Everyone else, we got to get to that refugee camp before the centaurs do move out!"

"HOORAH!!" Everyone yelled in unison. Immediately the convoy of vehicles started to move towards the refugee camp, in a race to beat the centaurs there first.

Chapter 6

Explosions soon reached too the edges of the refugee camp, blowing up some tents, along with some of unlucky occupants. The guards grabbed what was left of their weapons and prepared to fight the charging centaurs, even if it would kill them. Other guards were evacuating the refugees from the camp, with complete and utter chaos as everypony was trampling over one another just to get out.

For Big Mac, Twilight Velvet, Spike, and everypony else in their group, they were already ahead of the chaos.

"Don't look back Apple Bloom!" Big Mac said, as he was shielding her eyes from the blood bath.

Hesitate to argue with her big brother, Apple Bloom didn't look back. Instead she kept looking forward. She then saw something in the distance, and moving towards the camp. In the 'chariots' were creatures that nopony has ever seen. The creatures wore different shades of green all over, what ever wasn't covered showed very little hair. They had what looked like claws on the ends of each lim.

Before questioning where they came from she was shoved off the road by Big Mac, causing her to land in a puddle of mud.

Getting back onto her hoofs, Apple Bloom got a closer look at the creatures, they appeared to be wearing clothing. Most likely because of the lack of hair on their bodies. Their 'arms' had symbols, indicating that they were military, while some that she has never seen. 'What are they?' Apple Bloom thought to herself, 'And where did they come from?'

***

Moving quickly the convoy hurried to the besieged camp. Everyone was nervous, knowing what the centaurs are capable of doing.

"WHAT THE HELL!" The driver of the lead vehicle yelled as a horse (pony?) nearly got hit. But was pushed out of the way by another horse.

"Keep driving Private." Davis said. 'What was that? I've never seen a horse like that.' From what he saw, the horses were multi-colored, and had faint imprints of what looked like a tattoo. 'Could these be the one of the sentient creatures that control the planet?' Davis thought to himself. But had to cut it short, as they were close to the refugee camp.

Grabbing the radio Davis said,"Everyone, make sure your weapons are ready. Let's give the bastards hell."

As the convoy entered the camp, everyone was surprised by what they saw; Buffalo, Griffin's, Sheep, zebras, and two different looking versions of Horses. But what really surprised everyone was the fact some carried what looked weapons; spears, crossbows, 17th century muskets, and other things.

But instead of doing nothing but think, everyone got out of their vehicles and began to receive their orders:

"Alpha squad, set up positions along the northern border of the camp."

"1st squad set up mortar positions along the center of the camp."

"Third squad, set up positions with Alpha squad."

"Delta squad, help out with evacuating the civilians."

"Fourth squad, set up positions along the west side of the camp."

The rangers knew what to do and began setting up their positions. Three of the six Strykers move with Alpha and Third squad, as they had been equipped with a M68A2 105mm gun giving them a huge boost of firepower. 1st Squad began to setup 100mm mortars in the central area of the camp, allowing closer bombardment of the enemy.

Delta squad's task was a challenge, as they didn't know what were the civilians were. Which made it difficult for extraction.

"What the hell do we do?" Pt. Matt asked.

"I don't know," Pt. Garret said," we don't even know who or what the refugees are."

***

"What were they?" Twilight Velvet asked.

"They look like the NPC's in one of my video games." Button said. Then everypony turned and started at him. "What?"

"Come on." Big Mac said, interrupting the conversation. "We need to get out of here."

"No" Spike said,"I'm going back."

"Like the hay you are!" Nightlight said.

"Nightlight," Velvet said," let him go. He's not a filly, he's capable of making his own decisions."

After a long minute, Nightlight let out a sigh. "Alright," he said," just be careful."

Spike then sprinted towards the camp at full speed. Since he was an land-based dragon he was able to have the speed and strength of Applejack. Because of this advantage, Spike got to the camp with in minutes. What he saw surprised him, the creatures were defending the camp showing that they were friendly.

As he got closer to the camp he could over hear two of the creatures talking.

"What the hell do we do?"

"I don't know we don't even know who or what the refugees are."

Spike then approached the two creatures. Unfortunately they spotted him.

***

"What the fuck?" Matt said.

"That's one big ass lizard." Garret said.

Both of them were stunned to see something that big, untill till it spoke.

"Hello," the purple and green 'lizard' said.

At that point both Matt and Garret pointed their rifles at the thing. They did not know if it was hostile or not. This lasted for about a minute when their squad's commander step in.

"I don't think it's a hostile you two." Lt. Kurt said. Looking at the creature in question, Kurt asked "Who are you?"

"My name is Spike."

"What are you?"

"I'm a dragon," Spike said,"What are you?"

"I'm a human." Lt. Kurt replied."You a refugee?"

"Yes I am."

"Can you help us get the refugees out of here?"

After a minute, Spike said, "Yes."

Just then a explosion from an artillery round knocked both of them off their feet, launching them backwards. Matt and Garret were nowhere to be found, as they were hit directly, Kurt had his left arm torn off below his shoulder. Spike wasn't injured badly, as his scales were nearly impenetrable. But the force of the blast caused him to hit a pole and get knocked out.

***

Inside the third layer of C ring pentagon, the headquarters of the United States military, the command center of the centaur world expeditionary force stationed its self here until a foothold could be established. Formed two weeks after the second battle of Joplin, the expeditionary force was tasked with planning all military operations against the centaurs.

Inside a large room Monitors of all sizes cover the wall opposite of the doors. Rows of computers and their users covered the left and right sides of the room, directing radio traffic and drone intelligence to get a lay out of the centaur's planet, allowing ease of directing troop movements.

"Sir 75th rangers request air support." A operator said.

"Drone footage coming up on main screen."

Everyone in the room stood up staring at the battle taking place. The area was a war zone, explosions everywhere, craters from artillery dotted the landscape. The drone then focused on to the refugee camp showing its condition as it was completely chaotic.

"How many aircraft have been modified to teleport?!"

"One squadron of F-16C's, fifteen F-15 Strike Eagles, seven Apache helicopters, three A-10 Thunderbolt 2's, and eleven Black Hawks."

"Send them in. Their endangered of being overwhelmed!"

***

On a airbase in Missouri, aircraft from helicopters to jet fighters were being modified with a device that allows the pilot to jump to the centaur world. Which lowered the risk of being bombed on the ground, but reduced the aircraft's fuel capacity by thirty percent. Squadrons of first fighter division and 101st Aviation were stationed there. With their aircrafts modified with teleporters, they awaited for orders to be sent to the centaur world.

Waiting in the mission room, Rodriguez and the rest of his wing-mates waited for their orders.

"Corporal." A pilot said, saluting Rodriguez.

"Smith." Rodriguez said, saluting him back.

Then the doors busted open, with a out of breath solider.

"What's going on private?" Rodriguez asked.

"75th Rangers are requesting air support. Get your squadron up and ready." The private said.

Immediately the entire room was cleared, with pilots scrambling to their jet fighters. Rodriguez and his squadron were already prepped and ready to go. Within minutes the entire airfield was alive and in chaos as aircraft were taking off.

"Firefox squadron, you are cleared for takeoff on runway four."

"Copy that control tower." Rodriguez said, as he taxied to the runway.

Rodriguez's F-16, along with the rest of his squadron, were armed with two AIM-7 Sparrow sidewinders, four JDAM bombs, and a external fuel tank

As Rodriguez got to the runway, he prepped for takeoff and pushed the throttle too max, allowing him to clear the runway quickly.

"All aircraft," Rodriguez said, "activate teleporters at 3,000 altitude."

One by one small flashes of light dotted the sky, as fighters jumped worlds.

***
"Where the hell is my air-support god damit!!!" Davis yelled.

Suddenly large booms were heard in the distance.

"This is Firefox-1, Firefox squadron is standing by with a full payload of JDAMS on standby. Mark the targets with laser designators and enjoy the fireworks."

"Copy that Firefox-1."

"Alpha and Third squad," Davis said over the radio, "activate your laser designators and paint any centaur vehicle."

Activating their laser designator, Alpha and third squad pointed at the incoming centaur tanks.

"Targets marked, bombs away." Firefox-1 said.

Within half of a minute the JDAMS hit it's victims, creating fireballs as the tanks burst into fragments, leaving only a burnt metal carcasses.

"Targets destroyed!" Davis said.

"Moving back into bombing position," Firefox-1 said, "mark the remaining targets."

By the time the F-16's made their attack runs, half of the centaur attackers were wiped out and on the run. Destroyed tanks dotted the hills, along with two hundred dead centaur infantry.

***

Recovering from the blast that knocked him out, Spike slowly regained his vision, showing him the aftermath of the artillery shell. He tried getting up, but only brought scorching pain as his arms were broken, as well as his left leg. The human he was talking to had his arm ripped off and was bleeding out, but the other two were not anywhere to be found, just the imprints of were they stood.

"Medic!!!" Kurt yelled at the top of his lungs, while trying his best to stop the bleeding with his other arm.

"Spike!" A voice in the distance yelled.

Looking for the source of the sound, Spike immediately saw Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Button Mash, and Scootaloo running towards him. But before they could get any closer, two human soldiers stopped them. Grabbing them and putting them in to large vehicles with the back part of it flat, except for what looked like seats.

"Let me go!" Sweetie Belle yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Get these civilians out of here," A human soldier said, "and get that dragon to an aid station."

A pair of humans came with a stretcher and placed Spike on it, while another pair grabbed and placed Kurt on another stretcher. Both of them were taken to a medical evac Stryker, and sent to the entry point that the U.S soldiers came from.

***

"My lord," a centaur Royal guard said,"I bring of a news from the Zebra Federation campaign."

"What of it?" Tirek said.

"The humans have been spotted by the 20th army."

At that moment, Tirek was furious while worried that his plans of world conquest would come to an end.

"Did they defeat the humans?" Tirek asked.

"No," the guard said,"three fourths of the 20th army was destroyed, the rest retreated all were casualties."

Now Tirek showed signs of fear as nothing was able to push back his great army and follow back to Equu. He would have to divert more attention to the Zebra front. Memories of his past self made it clear of the threat humans possess.

Chapter 7

The area around the entry portal has been deforested hundred yards in every direction, allowing for a construction of a forward operating base (F.O.B) for military operations in this world. Barracks have begun construction along with an armory, intelligence building, hangers for aircraft, a runway, and a medical facility. But for now, tents, Strykers, and any vehicle would have to suffice.

When the 75th Rangers returned, everyone was dumbfounded by what they also brought back. The rangers explained that they were refugees and camp guards which made heads turn for most of the base personal, except for a few officers. As they were given classified information about what the centaurs provided about their world.

Walking to the command center Davis was summoned, along with the rest of the 75th Ranger regiment, to be bereft about what the world they entered. TwoMP stood in front of the entrance, each armed with an M16 and Bretta M9A3.

"Lieutenant." The MP said.

"Sargent." Davis said.

After giving the passcode, one MP opened the door and the other escorted Davis to the briefing room. The room hosted a Zebra, who identified himself as one of the guards at the camp, sitting on the opposite side of the room. Two MP's stood at the ends of the room were the door was.

Sitting in the chair, Davis began to ask questions to the Zebra.

"Who are you?" Davis asked.

"My name is Ziek." The Zebra said.

"Are you a guard from the camp?"

"Yes, I was tasked with watching out for any threats to the camp and it's occupants." Ziek said. "Who are you then?" Ziek asked, "I have never seen your kind, nor has anypony else."

"I'm human." Davis said, "me and along with the others that have came as well."

"Why are you here then?" Ziek asked.

"We're at war with the centaurs." Davis said.

"Hmm. It seems that we have a common enemy as well." Ziek said.

"Your at war with them as well?" Davis asked.

"Not directly," Ziek said, "we have tried helping our friends fend off the centaurs invasions of their countries. But it seems we are next."

"Can you take us to your capital?" Davis asked.

"I can, but I don't know how our leaders will react to seeing your kind." Ziek said.

***

After getting Ziek's cooperation, Davis, and a few Soldiers loaded up on a UH-60 Black Hawk, while another Black Hawk and two Apache gunships followed. Ziek was impressed with humans technological advances, comparing their vehicles to a mix pegasi, Griffins, and centaur aircraft. While only being able to compare their weapons to the centaurs.

Ziek directed the pilots to the capital city. When the helicopters reached the capital city, the human soldiers could only compare the city to an African village except ten times larger.

"Is this it?" Davis asked.

"Yes," Ziek said, "the central area is the governmental district."

"Roger. Pilot set down as close as you can to the center of the city."

"Roger." The black hawk pilot said.

The black hawk slowly descended into the city's central district, which caught the attention of the inhabitants. By the time of the black hawk landed, a large crowd formed around the helicopter, questioning where it, and it's occupants, came from. As more gathered around the helicopter, guards began to get sight seers from getting to close, as nopony knew where it came from.

When Davis and Ziek stepped out of the black hawk, a guard began to talk to Davis.

"What are you?" The guard asked.

"He and his people are here to help us." Ziek said,"we need to get to the council quickly."

"What for?" The guard asked.

"The centaurs." Ziek said.

Immediately the crowd went deathly silent. They all knew that the centaurs would soon wipe out their country, but they never thought it would happen so soon. Guards began to tell everypony to head home, and wait for further information.

"We'll take you to the council immediately, they'll want to hear this." The guard said.

***

The council was always fractured. As nothing was ever agreed apon, unless there was a compromise. Two parties ruled the council, the rightist and the leftist. Each side had their own ideas of what the government should do and shouldn't do. The fact that worldwide conquest was happening never united the councilors, as none wanted to be start a war.

"I will never agree to increasing the number of guards by draft councilor Viek!" Zim yelled out.

"The centaurs are already building up troops on our boarders," Viek said, "we have reports that fifty thousand centaurs troops have deployed along the northern mountains boarders and Cape Hoof Bay. We need to take immediate action now!"

"I agree with councilor Viek," Maki said, "doing nothing is foolish. We need to increase the number of guards."

"And what of the repercussions?" Councilor Marko said, "If we go to war, how many fathers and mothers will bury their children? War will only end in with many dead and broken."

"It is to late now for peace now." Ziek said, as he busted the door open. Soon all eyes looked apon him, as if he committed a murder.

"And how is that?" Councilor Zim asked.

"The centaurs are already beginning the conquest of our nation." Ziek said.

"You can't be serious?" Councilor Zim said.

"I am. And we're going to need every-bodied Zebra to fight, if we're going to stand a chance to repeal the centaurs."

"And who is this?" Councilor San said, speaking for the first time since the bickering started. "I have never seen a creature like that."

Before Ziek could say anything, Davis spoke. "I'm Lieutenant Davis, of the United States Army, 75th Rangers Regiment."

"And why are you here?" Councilor San said.

"My country is at war with the centaurs councilor."

"And you have brought our country into the conflict!" Zim said, accusing him.

"He did not councilor," Ziek said, "the centaurs launched a attack on the refugee camp I was stationed at. If it wasn't for the intervention of the humans, the centaurs would be marching into our country at full force."

The room went silent, knowing the truth that centaurs were about to add their country as another territory. Now both parties knew what's at stake.

"What can we do?" Councilor Marko said.

After a long moment of silence, Davis broke the silence.

"Fight," Davis said, "the only way to insure the safety of your country and it's citizens is to fight. Muster up everyone who can carry a sword and shield."

Though Zim and his supporters were against the idea, it was the only way to stop the spread of the centaurs path of worldwide conquest. After ten minutes of debating councilor Viek spoke, "A draft will be issued to every village and town, all stallions of the age of eighteen to thirty will be required to join the military. The council is ad-"

"The centaurs have begun siege of Cape Hoof, Zimhoof, and the northern city!" A Zebra guard said, as the doors busted open.

"How is that possible!" Councilor Zim said.

"Lieutenant Davis," councilor Viek said, "can your race help use fend off the centaurs?"

"I'll get in contact with my superiors and see what we can do." Davis said.

***

After a half hour flight back to the F.O.B, Davis immediately started heading to the base command center, to tell his superiors what he was told. In the command room, five large monitors stood displaying representatives from each branch of the military, including the president of the United States.

"lieutenant Davis." President Jackson said.

"Mister president." Davis said.

"What's the situation on there?" General Mcknight asked.

"The plant is described just like the centaur P.O.W's said." Davis said.

"You're serious about this lieutenant Davis?" General Mcknight said.

"Yes I am sir."

"This is unprecedented," Admiral Samuel said, "a world filled with mythological creatures, and animals on our world that are sentient as well."

"We've made contact with the Zebra government as well," Davis said," as we have set up base in their country with out knowing."

"How they take it?" President Jackson asked.

"We have been asked to help with repelling the centaurs invasion of their country." Davis said.

"Davis." President Jackson said.

"Sir."

"Do what you need to do. Anyone or anything who is suffering under the centaurs tyranny, will not be alone in their fight."

"Yes sir." Davis said, " any word on the United Nations response?"

"The UN is called for an emergency session to wether or not humanity as a whole declare war on the centaurs." Jackson said." NATO members are sending in troops to help us out."

"We'll need all the help we can get sir." Davis said.

"This meeting is adjured, good luck Lieutenant Davis and god speed."

***

Awakening from his blackout, Spike found himself in a mostly white room, while laying in a somewhat comfy bed. A clear tube was sticking out of his left arm with a clear bag on the end of it. Different machines were hooked up to him, each with a different function.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." A human doctor said.

"Where am I?" Spike asked.

"You're in a hospital." the doctor replied. Spike then tried to get up but the doctor stopped him. "I'd wouldn't recommend getting out of bed just yet. You got a fracture in your left arm, right leg and a few broken ribs."

"Where are my friends?" Spike asked.

"They're in the room next door." The doctor said. "They're being checked for any injuries, I could see if they could be moved over to this room."

"Thanks mister-" Spike said.

"Jordan, my name is Jordan."

Jordan left the room, for about a minute or two. When he came back, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Big Mac, and everypony else came in, all happy to see Spike.

"How you doing big guy?" Night Light asked.

"Other than the broken bones, I'm alright." Spike said sarcastically. Everyone in the room chuckled a little at the joke, including Jordan as well."When am I going to be able to get out of this bed?"

"In about three to five days," Jordan said, "though I wouldn't know."

"How come?" Apple Bloom asked.

"I only know human anatomy, we don't have dragons on our world."

"You're not from Equu?" Velvet asked.

"I'm from earth," Jordan said, "more specifically I'm from the United States."

"Why are you here though?" Sweetie Belle asked. "Wouldn't you want to be home."

After a long minute, Jordan sighed, "My country is at war with the centaurs." Everypony was sympathetic to Jordan, as they were were on the run from the centaurs. "We invaded by them about a month ago, they nearly took the entire midwest. But we were able to turn the tables on them and push them back through the portal they came through. Now we're here."

"You're going to fight the centaurs?" Button asked, "that's crazy, it's the like fighting a dragon with nothing but a stick!"

"Well in some cases that's true," Jordan said, "but we humans are one of the most batshit insane creatures that have ever been created. From what I'm guessing war must be rare here, right?"

"We've never had a war within a thousand years." Velvet said.

"Well," Jordan said," we just got out of a conflict with another country just a few months ago before the centaurs came. Our race has been fighting since the first day we were conceived. Mostly because we had to, otherwise we wouldn't be here today. War for us is justified. My country fought for it's independence from being a colony."

Everypony was a little unnerved from what they all heard. For them war was a foreign concept and were taught that war is unnecessary. But for humans it's something that happens all the time, and are fought for all different kinds of reasons.

"But," Jordan continued, "we try everyday to bring peace to everyone, end old hatreds, atone for our sins. war is in our nature, it always has been."

Chapter 8

Cape Hoof, one of the busiest cities in the Zebra Republic. Founded five hundred years ago, the city has been a major hub for traders and merchants from countries all over. Now the great city is under siege on by centaurs attempting to conquer it. Centaur navel warships surround the city, launching a barrage of shells upon the city. Centaur Fighters strafe and bomb the strong points, weakening the defenders capability to repel their conquest. The Zebra guards fight relentlessly to stop the invaders, but are out matched in every way.

"Feather! Look out" shimmering Lake said. But was hopeless, as the centaur slashed her comrade with the blade on the end of its rifle puncturing his heart killing him instantly.

"Bucking DIE!" Lake said as she charged at full force at the centaur with her spear. The centaur's armor makes bows and arrows useless. Swords and spears can penetrate the armor, but because of the superior firepower the centaurs have it's nearly impossible to get a hit.

The spear pierced the armor with little resistance cutting through the soft flesh and piercing the centaurs' heart, killing the centaur instantly.

"Shimmer!" A Zebra Guard yelled, "get your flank over here! We're falling back to city hall!"

Pulling her weapon out of the centaur corpse, Shimmering Lake began to move with the group of guards to the city hall. The group stop every time they heard the sounds of a centaur tank. if they were spotted, death will take them swiftly and bloody. Centaur gunfire continued to fill the streets, getting louder each step closer to the city hall.

When the group got to the city hall, it was complete chaos. Civilians were frantically trying to get into the carts, trampling over those were not strong enough. While the guards were fending off any centaurs attempting to capture the few remaining strongholds.

"We have to get out of here!" A panicking guard said.

"We're not going anywhere until the civilians out of here." The commanding guard said. "Shimmer, go help out with evacuate of the civilians."

"Yes sir!" Shimmering Lake said.

Within seconds, Lake galloped as fast as she could to the evacuation center. Lines of Civilians were 3/4th's of the length a half an hour ago, as they were rush into the wagons and quickly carted away from the besieged city. Lines of defense were slowly being overwhelmed, but without cost to the invaders. The city hall was the few remaining strongholds that still stood, and was not going to fall anytime soon.

As Lake reached the evacuation collection point a guard stopped her.

"State your name and rank." The guard said.

"Shimmering Lake, Private first class." Shimmering Lake said.

"Why are you here private." The guard asked.

"I was given orders to help with evacuating the rest of the remaining civilians sir!"

"Well it's your lucky day private." The guard said, while smirking. "We have only a few more wagons left. Get on the last wagon on the far right and man one of the manuballista's."

Shimmering Lake did not want argue and went straight to the wagon. The back was filled with younglings and their parents. The front of the wagon hosted two manuballista's on each side, both modified to fire four arrows at pull of the trigger. Four armored guards were all hooked up to the wagon, all what was needed was the go ahead to get out.

"Your wagon is filled," a guard said, "get these civies out of here."

Immediately the wagon's drivers began galloping as fast as they could. Shimmering Lake along with the other gunner, as best they could, began to scan the rooftops for any centaurs. The sounds of battle grew quieter as they got farther away from the city.

As the wagon got to the top of a hill overlooking the city, Shimmering Lake saw the sun setting over the burning city.

***

The 220th armored battalion mobilized to help assist the Zebras push back the centaurs. The battalion consisted of 45 Abram tanks, 55 M2 Bradley's, and 60 Strykers. The battalion fought the centaurs in the campaign to take back Joplin, and knew what they were up against.

The battalion advanced to flank the centaurs and cripple their invasion. Unfortunately the savannah they entered was flat for miles on end, allowing the centaurs to see the column of dust coming at them. Leading the charge was Dragon platoon.

Looking out through the tanks sight system, Sargent Dan spotted a group of centaur tanks charging at them.

"Centaurs coming at our ten o'clock," Dan said. "All friendly units be ready to fire on my command. Mike, load an HEAT round."

"Got it," Mike said. Immediately he grabbed a HEAT round and loaded it into the main gun. "Armed and ready Dan."

"One mile out sir." The gunner said.

"Fire!!" Dan yelled.

A barrage of tank fire from the Abrams blasted the centaurs tanks into burning wreckages, instilling that none would have survived.

"Direct hit!" The gunner said, "I don't think anything survived."

"Amen to that." Mike said.

"Everyone move up, stay frosty." Dan said.

Dragon platoon only encountered light resistance from there on end, until they reached an occupied village. Centaur anti-tank and anti-air weaponry lined the rooftops and outer layers of the village.

"This is Dragon 1-4, I think I see anti-tank weaponry all around the village. Don't recommend going any further."

"Copy that Dragon 1-4," Dan said over the radio. "This is Dragon 1-1, all units hold fast and wait for the A-10's to take care of the village." Dan then switched to the Air Force's frequency. "This is Dragon 1-1 requesting airstrikes on the village ahead of us."

"This is FireFox-1, we hear you. Designate the targets and we'll take care of them."

then the battalion's tanks used their Infrared lasers designators and pointed them at the closest concentration of anti-tank guns. Allowing the A-10's to position their attack run.

"Targets locked, stand by for the fireworks." FireFox 1 said. Within seconds, the A-10's gun sprayed 30mm rounds in a straight line headed to the designated targets, destroying the threat to the battalion. But just as the A-10's passed over the destroyed guns, AA fire, from high caliber MG fire to flack guns, filled the air presenting a very dangerous situation.

"Shit! I've been hit! I've lost my number two engine, left wing is twenty percent gone."

"FireFox 3 has been hit from AA fire from occupied village, I repeat anti-aircraft guns have been sighted. FireFox 1-3 can you make it back to base?"

"I still got control of her. Stick is a little stiff. I'll give it a try." FireFox 1-3 said.

"Dragon 1-1, we cannot preform any ground support at this time," FireFox 1-1, "AA fire is lighting up the sky. Your going to have to take out the AA guns, otherwise we cannot provide assistance."

"Copy that FireFox 1-1." Dan said. Immediately, Dan began to broadcast to the platoon. "Dragon platoon, alpha and bravo company will advance forward towards the village and deploy ground troops to secure those AA guns. Charlie company will move on the left flank and Delta company will move on the right and give the centaur guns a distraction. The rest of us will provide covering fire. Let's give these bastards hell, Hoorah?"

"HOORAH!!!" The entire platoon replied over the radio.

***

Sitting in an M2 Bradley, Lucas nervously tapped the floor of the Armored vehicle. Just fresh out of boot camp, Lucas was ready to fight. But like with the others around him, fear tightly gripped him.

"What's wrong private?" Bradford asked.

"Just scared sir." Lucas said. "I've never been in combat before."

"We're all scared private," Bradford said, "just remember your training and you'll be alright."

"And remember to shoot in the same direction as everyone else." Smith added, while grinning.

"where are you from?" Jackson asked.

"I'm from Hillsboro," Lucas said.

"Illinois?"

"Missouri. You?"

"I'm from Austin, Texas." Jackson said.

"Approaching drop off point." The driver said.

"Alright," Bradford said, "everyone top off your rifles. Our job is to take the AA guns out of commission and secure the village. I want this done quick and clean, let's show these bastards what a couple Rangers and their rifles can do Hoorah?"

"Hoorah!" Everyone in the M2 Bradley replied in unison.

As the armored vehicles reached their drop off points, fifty yards away from the village, the 25mm chain gun on the M2 Bradley began to fire at the centaurs, providing covering fire for the Soldiers pouring out of them. NCO's soon shouted out orders.

"Move up! Move up!"

"Head for the nearest building!"

"Get out of the open!"

Lucas charged with the rest of his squad, dodging incoming fire from bullet rounds to small millimeter mortar rounds. Dust clouded around the charging soldiers as they ran as fast as they could, despite the amount of fire that came at them.

After what seemed like a long minute, Lucas, along with the rest of his squad mates, took cover along a stone wall close to the village to avoid the machine gun nest firing on them.

"Lucas, Smith," Bradford said, "use your M203's and take out that MG position. We'll provide covering fire."

Lucas and Smith loaded 40mm grenades into their M203s and flipped out the sight for it, while leveling their M4A1's on the stone wall. Just as they angled their shots at the MG position, the centaur machine gunners began to fire at them.

"Fuck! Lucas get do-" Smith said but was cut off as the bullet struck his head, killing him instantly. Lucas on the other hand was spared from death, as he was quick enough to lower his body behind the stone wall.

"Shit! Cover is getting roppie!" Jackson said as the incoming fire chipped away the stone wall.

"This is FOXHOUND 1-1," Bradford yelled into his radio, "we're under heavy fire from enemy machine gun position. Requesting immediate assistance."

"This is ALPHA 2-2 we're coming on your left flank. Just sit tight and hold out as long as you can ETA five minutes."

"Roger that ALPHA 2-2." Bradford said. "Support is five minutes out everyone."

"It's going to be a long five minutes!" Jackson said while firing his rifle over the stone wall.

"Damn straight!" Lucas said.

Minutes seemed like hours as they couldn't move from their slowly deteriorating cover.

"Where the hell are they!" Jackson said.

Immediately four explosions appeared in the centaur machine gun nest and killed all of the occupants. U.S soldiers rushed out of their cover and advanced towards FOXHOUND 1-1.

"Check your fire! Friendlies coming from your left!" A solider yelled, while running towards Lucas squad's wall,what's left of it. Nearly slamming into the wall the sprinting soldier stopped and spoked, "Sargent Darrel. ALPHA squad, heard you got a little problem needed taken care of."

"Not anymore Sargent," Bradford said,"thanks for taking out that MG position."

"No problem," Darle said, "now get your squad moving. We need to take the village from the centaurs."

""Our objective is to eliminate the AA threat Sargent." Bradford said.

"Well here's your new orders

Soon the squad pushed forward, eliminating any opposition to their objective. By the time the US soldiers got to the AA guns, nearly three fourths of the enemy infantry was eliminated, which took care of the anti tank gun problem as well. The anti aircraft guns consisted of high caliber rapid fire machine guns, and anti aircraft artillery that fired high fragmenting shells at certain altitudes. Lucky for Lucas's squad, the centaurs were already dead or too injured to fight back.

"Plant C4 on those guns now!" Bradford told Lucas and Jackson. Both of them sprinted to the AA guns and placed the C4 on the corners of each gun. When Lucas and Jackson both finished their objective, they both ran to cover along with everyone else.

"Lucas" Jackson said,"on my go pull out your detonator and blast these guns to hell."

"Yes sir."

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Jackson yelled out, alerting everyone to take cover.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" He said again, while he pulled out his detonator.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Jackson yelled for the last time, as he immediately pulled the trigger on his detonator, blown up his collection of AA guns. Lucas immediately followed suit and destroyed his collection of AA guns, blasting them into metal wreckages.

"Good job men," Bradford said, "now clear out every building of any centaur opposition."

Moving up to a stone building, Jackson and Lucas prepared to breach the door and clear out each room one by one. But instead of being greeted by armed centaurs, they were greeted by the sight of a zebra family huddled together, terrified by the battle that raged outside. Lucas keep his rifle pointed until Jackson knocked his senses back into him.

"Come on lets move up to the next building." Jackson said.

Lucas nodded his head in response and followed Jackson's lead.

Within an hour, the village was liberated from centaur occupation and provided a staging area for US forces and the zebra guard to take back Cape Hoof.

Chapter 9

Skimming over the clouds, ten F-22A's and thirty F-35A's, apart of The 10th tactical fighter wing, are looking out for centaur jet fighters and on route to the town of Cape Hoof to eliminate enemy installations for the oncoming assault. To keep them safe from being detected by radar, the F-35's are all only armed with, along with a 25mm cannon, the few bombs and air to ground missiles that they can carry internally. The F-22's on the other hand, are armed with AIM-120 AMRAAM's and two AIM-9 side winders, capable of doing major damage to any unsuspecting enemy aircraft.

Leading the group is Wing commander James Bishop, a fighter pilot who, along with others in his wing, participated in the battle of Jefferson City and the Liberation of Joplin with over fifteen confirmed kills, making him one of the first Ace pilot since the 1980's.

"Contacts on radar, about two miles out." A pilot said over the radio.

"How many War Dog 3?" Bishop asked.

"About twenty bogeys, I don't think they even know we're here."

"All right," Bishop said, "War Dog flight, let's get the drop on them ."

"Right behind you War Dog 1." War dog 4 said over the radio.

"Dagger flight will stay behind and continue to escort Hornet squadron." Dagger one said.

War Dog flight then flew out of the formation and prepare to get the jump on the unsuspecting centaur fighters.

"Picking out targets now." War Dog 2 said over the radio. "Locked on."

***

Preforming routine combat patrol, even though the zebras are not capable of flight and all aerial resistance has been crushed, Dok still follows his orders to the letter. He participated in the opening invasion of the Griffin Kingdom, Saddle of Arabia, The Sheep Republic, and Cow Federation. Dok during his career has racked up over three hundred confirmed kills, Griffin tactics always involving rushing their opponents. Though now air strikes against convoys are the most common orders he is given, along with defense installations and soft targets to strafe.

He and his fellow wingmen have heard rumors of an other worldly race, called humans, have entered this world after an failed attempt by the 10th Armada to conquer theirs. He, along with other centaurs, felt the humans are a worthy adversary as none of the other races put up much resistance. Though the griffins continued to refuse defeat even after their military was utterly gone after the first month of the invasion, now all that remains of their is small unorganized resistance groups. Humans however were able to fight ferociously to the point where they turned the tide to their favor and claimed back their territories.

But before going turn back to base, as his aircraft was running out of fuel, something in the distance caught Dok's first wingman's, Voko, attention.

"There's something in the distance." Voko said.

But before he could reply, the unknown object launched six missiles took out six of his fellow wingmates along with Voko. Immediately followed by three more identical aircraft.

"They have self guided missiles that work!" Dok said through the radio. The missiles that the centaurs have developed were horribly unreliable as they could only lock on to objects that are detectable by their radar or emit a high heat source, even then they have a kill ratio of one out of two hundred.

But for the rest of the centaur pilots there was only panic:

"Where did those Bucking planes come from!"

"I've got nothing on my radar! What are they!"

"They're PHANTOMS!"

"There's no such thing as phantoms!"

"THEN WHAT JUST TOOK OUT SIX OF OUR FIGHTERS!!"

"Sword flight," Dok yelled through the radio to the remaining aircraft under his command,"engage all unknown aircraft. Shoot them down."

The formation soon broke up and engaged the "phantoms".

Immediately he banked to attack the unknown aircraft from behind and shoot it down. But before he could line up his gunsights to the aircraft, it flew upwards in an a maneuver that's considered suicidal and drastically reduced its speed then lowered its altitude to his and ended up behind him. Dok began to push the speed of his aircraft to its limits, but his pursuer still followed.

***

"Lock on." Bishop said as an loud beep came out of his headset. The side weapons bay opened and revealed a AIM-9 sidewinder ready to eliminate it's prey.

"Fox 2!"

The missile quickly left it's small temporary home and began flying faster than the aircraft that launched it.

***

A flashing red light on Dok's flight control immediately came to life, blinking rapidly. He searched for the deploy flares switch to throw the incoming missile off and away from his fighter. Within a second Dok found the switch and deployed the flares to buy him a minute. With luck on Dok's side, the on coming missile went after the flares and flew away into the ground far off into the distance.

***

"Bogey deployed flares, repeat bogey has deployed flares." Bishop said.

"That's going to make our missiles useless." WarDog 2 said.

Bishop then switched to his 20mm cannon and began to line up the crosshair on his HUD to the the centaur fighter. Once he got the crosshair covered the target, Bishop pulled the trigger and began to unleash a barrage of bullets on his foe. "Firing!"

***

Tracer rounds from the enemy aircraft began to tare apart Dok's aircraft, and could only watch. His dashboard soon light up as system failures and warnings alerted him of what he already knows. "Forgive me Tirek, for I have failed." Dok said as he accepted his inevitable fate. The right wing of his aircraft broke up and began to go into a violent role as it headed for the ground.

The G-forces soon became too much for Dok, as he began to black out. By the time he neared the ground he was knocked unconscious and saved from the inferno of fire that would kill him being his las memory.

***

Bishop looked on the port side of his aircraft to watch his foe break apart and begin it's decent to the ground. As soon it hit the ground, he made the call. "Target destroyed."

"I'm out of ammunition WarDog one," WarDog three said," I'm headed back to base."

"Copy that WarDog three." Bishop replied." Everyone else, from back up with the Rest of the wing, we still got a job to do."

"Roger that WarDog one."

The three remaining F-22's soon reform into formation and headed back with the rest of the aircraft.

***

As the wing approached Cape Hoof, Bishop began to direct each flight and squadron to what they're objectives are.

"Angle squadron will target key enemy positions that could cause trouble for ground forces. Lightning squadron will take out any enemy armor. Falcon squadron's job is to eliminate the battleships within the harbor. WarDog and Dagger flights will fly top cover and intercept any aerial threats."

"Roger WarDog one." Angle one said.

"Copy your last WarDog." Lightning one said.

"Let's give them hell." Falcon one said.

AA fire from the battleships and buildings began to light up the sky making it dangerous to stay in close formation. Flak clouds spud shrapnel To rip apart any aircraft that it struck. High caliber machine guns pointed up wards, firing wildly in the air to down the incoming aircraft. Lucky the aircraft that they use are smaller than the ones used to bomb cities during the Second World War, which made it harder for the enemy to easily shot them down.

Each squadron began to break of as they approached their objectives.

"Angle squadron breaking off. Let's show these bastards what devastation Angles can cause."

"Lightning squadron breaking off. Let's give them hell."

"Falcon squadron moving to eliminate targets."

The fighter-bombers began to unleash their payloads of bombs and missiles, decimating the centaur occupation forces. Cluster munitions wiped the floor against soft and armored targets. The bunker busters easily gutted the battleships parked in the harbors, along with any building with defensive value. Though only limited to 180 rounds, the 25mm cannon provide sufficient fire power in their strafing runs.

Radio chatter alerted the progress of each squadron's progress;

"Ground targets eliminated."

"Centaur sea-based battleships sunken."

"Enemy armor and fortified locations destroyed."

Fortunately, the centaurs did not send in any more aircraft. This slightly confused the pilots, as they expected for centaur aircrafts to come and intervene in their attack.

The sun began to set by the time all of the munitions within the F-35's were all but spent.

"Sorties completed WarDog one." Angle one said.

"Acknowledge Angle one," Bishop said,"the second wave should be here within half an hour. All aircraft head back to base, good job gentlemen first rounds are on me."

The F-35's soon formed up by the F-22's and began the flight back to the F.O.B to make the jump back to their world.

The final round of the eventual liberation of Cape Hoof is looming over the horizon.

Author's Note

Sorry for the Three months of waiting, had a conflict of what this chapter was going to be.

Chapter 10

After a long day of deciding military action against the humans and the pockets of resistance in the Griffin kingdom, Saddle of Arabia, The Cow Federation, and The Sheep Republic, Tirek just looked outside the windows of his throne room and watch the sunset. Tirek felt that moving the sun and moon was a waste of time, so he placed a spell that would neglect that task, along with managing the weather as well.

The remnants of the two sisters accomplishments were replaced with crimson red stained glass and dark grey marble floors and pillars, thanks to the work of slaves. Red and black banners hang alongside each pillar. The only thing he did not change was celestia's throne, he found it to be undeniably comfy. Other than that, nothing remains of the castle that once was the symbol of the greatest nation of this world.

Along with the castle, nearly all of Canterlot was reimagined to Tirek's vision. All that remained was a few city blocks. The slaves, ponies mostly, live in the lower levels of the city, while the centaur live in the upper levels.

The lower levels are slums, the sewers are nonexistent to wear it's common to find bodily waste on the side of the streets. Houses concise of just flimsy shacks, barely able to support their own weight and have to house three families at a time.

Slaves are treated like animals, beaten, neglected, and killed with no hesitation or remorse. If a slave is caught with anything that is prohibited, they are dragged out into the streets and beheaded. If a slave is caught talking during work, they are beaten, If caught outside during curfew, they are shot on the spot. Sometimes they are shot for no reason except for centaurs to prove their accuracy.

The upper levels are were the the centaurs live, along with a few prominent minotaurs. The upper levels consist of the market, households, arena, the parade grounds, and military recruitment centers. The upper level citizens flourish in the glory of their unstoppable empire. Luxuries from conquered lands enhance the lives of centaurs, and the ignorance of the population as well.

Tirek then made haste to his room to rest for tomorrow. Two Royal guards stand in front of his door, armed with 2ft swords, carbine versions of the standard rifles issued, and dragon armor, an expensive armor made of dragon scales and bone that's nearly impenetrable. The Royal guard are the most feared regiment of the entire centaur armed forces as they are put through the toughest training that is borderline impossible to pass, most of the candidates die from the intense training alone, and are equipped with the best weaponry and equipment that exists.

The two guards open the doors to Tirek's room, they then move both of their arms in to a salute and chant:

"Long live lord Tirek! May the true god bring terror to his enemies!"

Tirek then dismissed them both and entered his room. The room is a mixture of gold, dark grey, and red. The bed is the only thing that stands out, as it is a mixture of purple and gold. He makes his way his bed and falls asleep within minutes entering his own personal world, the only thing that keeps him sane with all the bureaucracy he deals with every day.

***

As Tirek enters his dream world, it's nothing but pitch blackness. Usually he is re experiencing moments in his past, mostly from his childhood with his brother Scorpan before he betrayed him. He was confused for a moment until a piercing bright light blinded him. Then the light spoke.

"You know not what of you have unleashed." The bright light said.

"Then enlightened me." Tirek said, with a aggressive tone in his voice.

Tirek was immediately blind for a second and stood in the middle of a path way on the side of a mountain range. The sun was rising in the west, showing a centaur tank, along with a small number of infantry on the other side of where they stood.

"Why should this still conc-,"

The loud blasts came from the nearly invisible humans in front of him. Each covered in what looked like seaweed, except that it nearly blends them with the terrain around them. The weapons they used were enormous, larger than the ones he has seen being weld by his troops.

Tirek immediately noticed the explosion that appeared where the tank was. The humans fired their guns a couple of more times, launching large casings from inside the gun.

***
*05/28/2027*

Ramirez, Preston, private first class Toby, and Will slowly crept toward the edge of the road. They, along with the rest of the 75th Rangers were tasked to scout out and secure certain roads and bridges in the northern mountains and eliminate any centaur presents as well. The Zebra government requested the United States to help reclaim their lands, as the Zebra military was woefully under equipped and unprepared for war when the centaurs invaded the country.

Armed with Barrett M82's, Preston and Ramirez positioned themselves and their rifles into a clear line of sight. With the M82, they would be able to eliminate anything within a one mile radius as the .50 BMG round could easily pierce the armor of light tanks.

"This is Bullshit," Toby said," we should be where the action is."

"This is much better than what's happening down south," Preston said,"you've got in about a week ago right?"

"Yea," Toby said while looking through his range finder, "what about it."

"Nothing, you've never seen the brutality of how centaurs fight. They're not ISIS or the Taliban in Afghanistan. They are much better equipped than the terrorist groups that we fight nowadays, they got air and tank support for christ sake."

Will and Ramirez stayed out of the on going argument and instead focused on observing the ridge ahead. They focused on the lone tank on the other side of where they laid. Ramirez counted around ten enemy personnel walking with the unusual large tank.

"Okay," Toby said," I see your point. But we're sitting here doing something that-"

"Toby, Preston," Ramirez said," shut the fuck up. Centaur tank, northwest of our position, one mile out."

Preston immediately looked down his rifle's' scope and zoomed in. He first noticed the tank that he's never seen at all. The tank measured from his estimate at fifty to sixty feet long and had two turrets that were position back to back. Machine guns covered the sides of the tank, and the top of the turrets as well.

"What the hell is that?" Toby asked.

"I have no idea," Preston said, "we may need something with a bigger punch."

Will immediately grabbed his radio and contacted the F.O.B.

"Command," Toby said," this Tasmanian devil one three. We've identified centaur armor on coordinates; whiskey, delta. Requesting air strike, over."

"No can do Tasmanian devil one three. All available aircraft are engaged with enemy forces around the Cape Hoof area. You're just going to do with what you have, over."

"Copy that command, Tasmanian devil one three out." Toby immediately placed the radio back into its original resting place and alerted his comrades.

"Well, we're on our own," Toby said," everything that can fly is being used down south to help with the campaign."

"What are we going to do now?" Will asked.

"We could have mister do everything here handle this." Preston said.

"Ha ha." Ramirez said in a snarky tone.

As they continued to observe the lone tank, Ramirez noticed what looked like the fuel containers on the back of the tank.

"You seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Yeah," Preston said,"it looks like external fuel tanks. A single round should do the trick."

"I'll take out the infantry around the tank, you take the tank." Ramirez said.

"Alright. Will, windage?"

"Ten mph west." Will said.

"Elevation?"

"Twenty degrees."

Ramirez and Preston adjusted their scopes to account for the windage and elevation and set their sights on the tank and the infantry around it. They both lowered the rate of breathing and their heart rates as well, stabilizing their rifles.

"On three." Will said.

"One."

Preston and Ramirez turned the safety on their rifles off and rested their fingers on to the trigger of their rifles, ready to fire within a heartbeat.

"Two."

They aligned their crosshairs on to their unknowingly victims, ready to end their lives.

"Three."

Time slowed to a crawl as they pulled the trigger on their rifles. The .50 caliber bullets flew undisturbed as they soar through the air. The bullets flew fast, giving no mercy to their victims.

The bullet fired from Ramirez's rifle tore through the unsuspecting centaur like wet paper, leaving only a large gaping hole where his heart was.

The bullet fired from Preston's bullet ripped through the fuel tank and produced sparks, igniting the fuel. A small fireball was soon followed by a large explosion as the bullet struck the ammunition storage, igniting the propellent that ignited the substance that was used in place of gunpowder. The resulting explosion destroyed the tank and the crew inside of it, along with a few close to it.

"Hot damn!" Toby said," never saw what hit'em."

"We still got stragglers." Will said.

The remaining centaurs scattered to find cover, but was futile as Preston and Ramirez quickly targeted them and fired. Some were firing wildly into the air, only to be shot at and killed.

"Boom," Ramirez said as he aimed at the last centaurs' head. As he saw the centaur's head disappear, he finished the ambush with a single word,"Headshot."

***

Tirek was in complete disarray, four humans took out a tank and it's escort! He wanted to squish them beneath his hooves, but his front right hoof just went through the human closest to him, doing nothing.

"Squishing them won't do anything, as you are only observing." The light said.

"Why are you showing me this?" Tirek asked.

"To show you the price of your ignorance." The bright light said. "You have angered one of the most powerful nations on the human's world and the strongest race to have ever exist."

"They don't even know how to use magic," Tirek argued, "how can they be the strongest if they don't have magic."

"Humans have never relied on magic as their world is devoid of it, something that is necessary for life to exist. They have supplemented the lack of magic by using only technology and have achieved more than what magic users alone can do."

Tirek was stunned to learn about this, all his life he was taught that magic is the only thing that allows life to exist. To learn that a sentient race not only came from a world where magic was nonexistent, but was able to surpass what magic can do.

"I will leave you with one final message." The bright light said. "Humanity will not let you get away with the atrocities you and your species have committed against the people of this planet and on theirs. You have unknowingly unleashed a sleeping giant, all you can do now is only delay the inevitable now."

Immediately Tirek was consumed by darkness and left alone in his dream, with the message from someone or something that invaded his mind and shown what he was up against.

Tirek woke up a few hours later with the sun rising from the eastern mountains. He commanded for a messenger to gather his inner circle, preparations to counter the human threat were highest priority and nothing would change his name mind.

***

*--/--/--*

The dream Twilight was in this time was different, it wasn't the small building with a fenced backyard, that turned out to be a message from a strange being that showed Equu's only hope. Instead she stood in the middle of a dirt road with miles of plains around with the sun rising in the west. It looked like the pictures of the savannah's that she has looked at in many books she has read hundreds of times that covers most of the Zebra Republic, along with a few trees in the distance.

But before Twilight could figure out where she was a familiar blinding bright light appeared, Mr. X, along with everypony else. This time Twilight, along with everypony else could see Mr. X a bit clearer than the first time encountering him. He looked like a biped, but more mechanical than organic.

"Hello again Twilight and everyone else." Mr. X said.

"Hello Mr. X," Twilight said, "where are we now? This doesn't look like Earth."

"That is correct," Mr. X said," you're not on Earth this time. You're in the middle of the Zebra Republic."

Everypony was confused about why they were here.

"Um why are we here Mr. X?" Fluttershy asked quietly, not sure if he even heard her.

"Because the centaurs have invaded Miss Fluttershy," Mr. X said, surprising Fluttershy, "but this time they will fail."

"How is that?" Celestia asked.

Immediately everypony began to hear static, like when the radio isn't picking up any stations near them. The static continued for a couple of seconds until a voice came to life:

"This is Reaper 1-1, I'm in position for bombing run on. Permission to engage over?"

Then a large aircraft flew past the small group and showed a small town where the sun has risen from. Pillars of dark smoke dotted the town. Gunfire and explosions could be heard in the distance. The scene of the ongoing battle answered the question Celestia asked....

Humans

Humanity has arrived on Equu and is already fighting tooth and nail against the centaurs and helping the Zebra Republic in its time of need.

"Humanity arrived about a week ago," Mr. X said,"and are already making a difference in this world, even if it is small now."

"How?" Cadence asked.

The group was immediately blinded for a second and was teleported above a small clearing revealing a large encampment. The group was confused as to what they were looking at, but as they looked closer they realized that there were hundreds of tents. Occupying the camp were refugees that have come to escape from the horrors of war, Griffins, Sheep, Cows, Buffalo, Ponies, but strategy no Minotaurs, which baffled But what stood out the most was the buildings surrounded by barbed wire.

One building, the largest out of all of them, had a large Red Cross on it's roof. Humans carried their own on stretchers rushing into the building. The ones on the stretchers were torn up, missing entire body parts and others who were holding on to the last threads of their lives. The fact that humans were willing to throw themselves into the face of death was confusing to everypony.

"The United States has been helping with the Zebra Republic with the large number of refugees from all over that have arrived in the Zebra Republic." Mr. X said.

"The United States?" Twilight asked.

"It is the name of the country that centaurs attacked." Mr. X explained," The United States is a democratic-republic that fought for its independence from the British Empire over two hundred years ago, and since then has become a major player in their world. They have been active in trying to bring peace in their world by promoting democracy all around the world."

The group was surprised about what they have heard. Usually democracies don't work out well. As the earth ponies, before the three tribes united under a single government, used to have a democracy, but was corrupted and filled with infighting. Even in the few countries that have democratic governments, nothing usually gets done unless something is universally agreed upon. So when the princesses came along, everypony agreed to let them rule Equestria as a monarchy.

"The United States so far is the only country that is intervening."

"Why aren't the other countries helping?" Luna asked. "Haven't they have been affected by the centaurs actions?"

"The United States was the only country to be greatly affected by the centaurs actions." Mr. X explained. "The other human countries were only affected financially, not in the loss of their citizens."

"Mr. X do you know where our family and friends are?" Applejack asked, Immediately causing a long moment of silence.

Then Mr. X spoke. "I'm sorry," he said, "I can't tell you. But they are alive and well."

A wave of joy flooded everypony, knowing that their loved ones are safe.

"It is time to send you all back, remember to not tell a soul about what you have seen."

"We pinkie promise." Pinkie pie said.

Immediately they were surrounded by darkness and left by themselves. A couple of minutes later, everypony woke up and congregated to the center of their cell a quietly discussed about what they now know.

"I'm still astounded," Celestia said," these humans are willing to put their own lives at risk just for revenge."

"But ah still don't understand why they're our only hope." Applejack said. "If they can't all agree on one thing, how in the hay are they going to beat Tirek?"

"Ponies don't agree on everything too Applejack." Twilight said. "Besides don't we argue about things?"

"Ah guess you're right Twi." Applejack said. "But still, these humans are just as violent as Tirek."

"I share your worries too Applejack," Celestia said,"but from what we have all seen, they are just retaliating. They haven't taken their anger on the Zebras, Buffalo, Griffins, Sheep, or Cows. They were taking care of them, it's safe to say that they truly here to help."

"Indeed," Rarity said,"but has anypony else notice that there weren't any Minotaurs in the camp?"

"Could they be allies with the centaurs?" Luna asked.

They all thought about it. The Minotaurs were very similar in many ways. Both were a warrior race that believes in honor, similar ideologies, and strength as well, even though the Minotaurs were bipedal.

If they were truly allies then they could reap major havoc on Equu. Even with humans intervening, the scars of destruction will not go away for generations to come.

Chapter 11

05/28/2027

Radio chatter filled the air in the battle room of the command center. From airstrike requests to requests for SAR (Search And Rescue) and medical evac for critically wounded soldiers. Images from U-2's and Global Hawks create a layout of the Zebra Republic, and the cities within the country as well. Battle plans are constantly drawn up to counter centaur advances, with help from high ranking officials from the Zebra military as well. Coordination between the commanders of each regiment allowing for up to date information on troop movements and the position of the front line.

Though the overall goal is to liberate Cape Hoof, many villages and small towns around the city are under centaur occupation. But with the speed of US forces, just about every town and village has been freed from centaur control.

Davis, now a Colonel, oversees all operations that are conducted by the 75th Ranger Regiment. Since the Zebra government requested the help of the U.S military, the regiment was tasked to secure the northern mountains and to hold of any counter attacks as well. But with all of the fighters and Apache's tasked to support the forces in retaking Cape Hoof, the Rangers were not immediately a priority for providing air support as intelligence has confirmed that there is small presences of centaur activity.

For now, Davis just fills out battle reports and gives updates to his superiors. He is surprised that congress is still debating on whether or not a draft should be issued, as the last war that issued a draft was the Vietnam war, and that ended in protest against drafting since then.

Even without a draft, congress has increased the defense budget, restarted production of the F-22A, and F-15C's. Congress also authorized construction of more cruisers, destroyers, submarines, assault carriers, and landing craft. Recruitment has jumped nearly over two hundred percent across all branches of the military. But with these decisions, people against war are protesting as they don't want to be caught in another Vietnam. But they are a minority, as many people support the decision and want revenge for what the centaurs did to their country.

Even with the US gearing up for total war, there was still two problems: transporting all of it from Earth to Equu and the amount of energy that is used to power the portals. To alleviate these problems, scientists are working 24/7 to reverse engineer the drive cores that the centaur battleships used, trying to find a solution to this problem. After dismantling one of the drive cores, a major finding caused heads to spin all over in the scientific community, as the centaurs were using a element that isn't on the periodic table nor found anywhere on earth. But so far, teleportation devices have been only attached to aircraft.

On the other side of the battle room, a single MP officer opened the door and began to walk towards Davis. When the MP reached his destination and then spoke while saluting.

"Colonel you're needed in the conference room."

"Thank you lieutenant." Davis said, while saluting him back. He then got up and began walking to the conference room. The hallways are crowded with military personnel walking to different areas within the building. The command center is composed of prebuilt buildings that were brought through the portal in sections that were easy to assemble.

When Davis entered the conference room, one of the five large monitors the president.

"Colonel Davis." President Jackson said.

"Mister president," Davis said, "what's the situation in the UN?"

After what seemed like a minute, Jackson sighed,"It's a deadlock. Many of the representatives are still skeptical about what's been reported to the world, they want physical proof."

After thinking for a minute, Davis proposed a idea. "What if I can convince a few of the refugees to speak at the UN?"

"That could work," President Jackson said, "but will they be willing to speak to an otherworldly race that's only been on their planet for only a few weeks?"

"I'm sure it will work sir, they have been suffering under the centaurs militant aggression for too long. They need our help."

"Alright," Jackson said, "get it done Colonel."

Davis then saluted and the transmission ended, leaving the screen blank. Now he has to ask some of the refugees to come to Earth and speak at the UN general assembly to convince the world that the centaurs have committed atrocities against the inhabitants of this world and have humanity as a whole declare war.

Even though the evidence has been presented, not a lot of people are believing the facts. Conspiracy theorists are saying that the images and videos taken are completely fake, and CGI was used as well. Religious groups, mostly closed minded christian fanatics, are saying that they aren't creatures that god has created and that they are the work of the devil.

***

Now recovered from his injuries, with astonishment from the human doctors, Spike now wanders the refugee camp the humans have set up.

Compared to the one they were in a week ago, the one humans have set up was much more well supplied (food, medicine, bedding, etc.), could house fifty times more refugees, and was more fortified than the ones the Zebra government set up.

There is less food shortages as well, since the humans have rationed what each refugee can get, which also declined the complaints about somepony getting more food than what should get.

The medical center that the humans have also setup has treated many refugees that have been sick for days. The medication humans use is much more effective than the basic healing potions that are used all the time, as many diseases have evolved to resist the potions. But with what humans call "antibiotics", anypony who was sick is healthy within a few days.

As Spike entered the tent that Velvet, Nightlight, Big Mac, and everypony else was staying at, he noticed a human talking to them.

***

"United Nations?" Twilight Velvet asked.

"It's the name of the international organization that is promoting world peace and stability in our world." Davis explained. "It was founded in the aftermath of the Second World War to make sure nothing like that happens again."

"Then why do you want us to speak there, if it is supposed to promote peace?" Nightlight asked.

"They're still debating on whether or not the human race should declare war against the centaur's." Davis said.

"Why haven't they already?" Scootaloo asked.

"Not many people are believing the evidence that we have shown to the world." Davis said. "They want actual proof to finalize the decision."

"So by us giving a speech about what we have been through, your entire race will declare war?" Spike asked, causing everyone to look at him.

"Essentially yes." Davis said. "But not all countries will commit to going to war. Some are going to protest the act, while others might withdraw from the organization completely. Each country will have to commit their armed forces, as the UN doesn't have the authority to initiate a military draft."

"But if the United Nations doesn't declared war, what then?" Big Mac asked.

"Even if the UN doesn't declared war, my country along with NATO and other countries will still go to war against the centaurs."

"NATO?" Spike asked.

"North Atlantic Treaty Organization," Davis said, "it's a defense pact consisting of nearly thirty countries that is nearly seventy years old."

Everypony nearly jumped when they hear the number of countries involved in a single defense pact and how old it was. The biggest defense pact on Equu consisted of seven countries, and that only lasted for ten years before countries involved disbanded the pact due to political differences.

"Will you help us in convincing the United Nations in declaring war?" Davis asked.

After a long minute of quiet debating, Big Mac, Twilight Velvet, Nightlight, and Spike came to an agreement on what they will do.

"Yes," Nightlight said, "we'll go to your world to speak about what the centaur's have done to us and others as well."

* * *

*One hour later*

After everypony packing up all their belongings, the group stood in front of the portal that separates Equu and Earth. Along with them were representatives from the Zebra Republic, as they want to represent themselves and gain a membership to the United Nations.

One of the representatives from the Zebra Republic was Ziek. Ziek was already familiar with what humans could do and was the first to volunteer to be apart of the delegation team to visit their world.

The portal produced a swirl of blue and green rotating clockwise, while giving the group an ominous feeling when they stood in front of it. The portal was twenty feet tall and twenty feet wide. A fairly large ramp extended outwards to allow vehicles easy access to and from. Two heavily armed guards, along with remote controlled 40mm grenade launchers, stood in front of it, making sure that only authorized personnel are allowed access to it.

When the group was finally given the go ahead, they cautiously walked towards the portal not knowing what's on the other side. Slowly but surely one by one each of them passed through the portal and entered the human world.

What they saw on the other side was completely alien to them. The entire room was covered in clear plastic and wires of various sizes scattered across the floor, each converging towards the portal. The humans were also covered in clear plastic, for protection against unknown diseases that they could be carrying.

As everypony crossed over to the human world, one of the humans came and asked them all to follow to a "decontamination room" where they were given a shower to remove any foreign contaminants.

After exiting the "decontamination room", three humans approached the group. From what they all could guess by the looks of them, the tallest human was a male, along with the slightly shorter one. While the other one was female, by how the chest was more pushed out.

"I'm Kazuhira Miller." The tallest male human said, as he extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

"Twilight Velvet." Velvet said as she reached out her forehoof to shake Miller's hand.

"I'm Violet." The second human said. She only stood with her arms crossed.

"I'm Michael." The other human said, waving his hand in a friendly, but noticeably shy, manner. "Pleasure to meet you all and welcome to Earth."

"And you the delegates from the Zebra Republic I presume?" Miller asked, looking at the two zebras

"We are," one of the representatives said, "I am Zig Zag," then pointed with his forehoof to the other zebra, "and this is Ziek."

"Pleasure to meet you." Ziek said.

"Now that we have the introductions out of the way, we've been assigned to escort you all to the hanger where a private jet is waiting to take you to New York," Miller said, "so if you all will follow us."

The group didn't hesitate and quickly followed Miller and Violet to the hanger.

When they got to the hanger, a C-37A was parked and ready to take them where they needed to go. The plane was eighty nine feet long, with a wingspan of seventy eight feet, and a height of twenty four and five inches. When they boarded the plane, they found that the interior was modified to accommodate for everypony.

"Is this what you're people use to fly?" Velvet asked.

"Yes," Miller said, "since we don't have wings, we build vehicles that allow us to reach heights that were thought to be impossible to reach."

"Wow." Scootaloo said, stating the expression that everypony had.

When they entered the jetliner, everypony found that all the furniture was made up of a mixture of leather and cotton. Though the leather furniture did make everypony uncomfortable, which Miller and Violet noticed quickly.

"Don't worry about the leather furniture," Violet said, "it's artificial, non of it is made from real animals."

After everyone took a seat the plane, the plane slowly taxied to a long stretch of road that was used for aircraft to takeoff and land as well.

"Ground control, this Diplomat 1 requesting permission to take off on runway 4 over?" The pilot asked.

"Permission granted Diplomat 1 you're clear for takeoff, over."

The C-20H slowly gained speed as it raced across the runway. Everypony looked through the windows, watching as the building seemingly zipped right past them.

When they felt the aircraft leave the ground, a voice came to life.

"This is your captain speaking, we'll be flying at forty thousand feet and will arrive at John F. Kennedy airport in five hours. Sit back and enjoy the view."

* * *

*30 minutes later*

Sitting in the back of the jet, Velvet, Nightlight, and Big Mac exchanged conversations about various topics, from stories about their own personal lives, to jokes that they heard, and to what they did for a living with Miller and Violet.

"So you two were College professors?" Miller asked.

"Yes," Velvet said, "I taught how to summon and use arcane ruins and how to properly cast advance spells."

"What about you?"

"I mostly just taught biology." Nightlight said. "But I did teach basic Arcane casting and hold a degree in engineering as well."

"Impressive, what about you?" Miller said as he looked at Big Mac.

"I'm just a apple farmer." Big Mac said. "What about you? What do you do besides being a solider?"

"Before joining the army," Miller said, "I was working on getting a masters degree in computer engineering at MIT. But after seeing the images of destroyed towns caught up in the centaur's pillaging, I signed up for the army because it was my patriotic duty."

"What about you Violet?" Velvet asked.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Violet said, in a slightly depressed tone, "too many unpleasant memories."

"Ok," Miller said, "what about you Miss. Mash, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm just a housewife." Button's mom said.

***

Meanwhile Button Mash, the CMC, Spike, Zig Zag, and Ziek sat and watched a movie that was playing on the tv screen built in the wall of the aircraft. The movie in question is Jurassic World. Everyone, except for Michael, were amazed by how advanced the effects in the movie were. The effects in the very few equestrian films that were made had very noticeable and cheesy as well.

"So this is all special effects?" Button asked.

"Yep," Michael said, "most of the effects your seeing are computer generated."

"Cool!" Button Mash said. Then looked at the small double screen device that he was using. "What's that?"

"Oh this thing?" Michael said, "it's a 3DS."

"3DS?"

"It's a handheld gaming system that Nintendo released fifteen years ago."

"Mind if I watch you play uhh..." Button mash said, but didn't know what game he was playing.

"Pokémon." Michael said, stating the name of the video game he was playing. "Sure you can watch."

While Button Mash watched Michael play his game, everypony else just watched the movie, except for Scootaloo. Scootaloo was having a slight panic attack too being in the jet for so long. Pegasi were usually not comfortable in small rooms and the jet they were in was small, along with the fact that it could fly faster and higher than the average Pegasus, didn't help at all. Though Scootaloo was able to keep herself from fully panicking, it was getting harder every minute they were in it.

"You alright there Scoots?" Applebloom asked.

"Y-y-yeah I-I'm Fine." Scootaloo said.

"Yer sure? You seem a little skittish there." Applebloom said.

"I-I'm s-sur-re."

"I think she scared." Sweetie Belle said.

"N-n-no I'm n-n-not!" Scootaloo responded, with a little bit of anger as she raised her voice.

That immediately got everyone's attention.

Michael then paused his game and asked Sweetie Belle and Applebloom a question.

"Has she ever been in a small space this long?" Michael asked.

"She has," Applebloom said, "but I don't know why she's acting like this."

"Maybe being in this jet is causing her to panic?" Michael suggested.

It seemed to make sense to the both of them. Pegasi were never seen riding in flying carriages that were used by Earth ponies and unicorns. Whenever a Pegasus was in a small space for a long time, it wasn't pretty. They would latch out on everypony they could see, as they were in a panicked state.

Unfortunately for Michael, Scootaloo heard the conversation.

"I'M NOT SCARED OF SMALL SPACES!" Scootaloo yelled, right before she lunged right at Michael.

Before he could react, Michael and Button Mash were already knocked down on to the floor. Michael tried to restrain Scootaloo, but was unable to as she was squirming and readying for another charge. Button Mash dashed to the nearest table and took shelter underneath it.

"Ambassador," Ziek said while pointing towards one of the tables, "take cover wait until it's safe."

Zig Zag didn't even hesitate for a second and quickly dived to the closest table. Scootaloo took notice of it and began to charge at Zig Zag.

Ziek tried to grab her on her side, but kicked straight in the face by Scootaloo's hind legs (with such strength that impressed him), breaking his muzzle. The resulting kick knocked him unconscious and bleeding from his broken muzzle.

Scootaloo then zipped to the back door of the jet and locked it, keeping those in the back from intervening.

Michael immediately braced himself for another attack by Scootaloo and got into a defensive stance, clutching both of his hands into fists. Scootaloo noticed and took it as challenge to a fight, since pegasi were raised in a worrier culture. She immediately charged at him at full force, which did very little as he was able to keep his stance. She then started to punch Michael in the face, causing him to lose focus and lose his stance.

Scootaloo didn't let up as she continued smashing both of her forehoofs straight into Michael's face. The speed and strength of her hoofs already broke Michael's nose, jaw, and knocked out a couple of teeth in the process. He tried desperately to throw the small pegasus off of him, but he was already starting to lose his conciseness cause of the rapid punches directed to his face.

When Scootaloo was about ready to deliver the final blow, the back door bursted open.

***

"I'M NOT AFRAID OF SMALL SPACES!"

Miller and everyone else in the back of the plane heard the commotion going on in the front. And immediately heard the sounds of a struggle.

“What the hell is happening?!” Miller asked.

“That sounded like Scootaloo!” Velvet said, “she's having a panic attack.”

“How come she's having a panic attack?” Violet asked.

“Pegasi don't react well when in small spaces for a long time.” Nightlight explained. “But that's usually happens after a day, not an hour.”

“Maybe it's because we're moving at a speed around 570 miles per hour at 30,000 feet above the ground.” Miller said.

Violet then directed her attention to Big Mac, Velvet, Nightlight, and Button's mom to stay in the back of the plane until it's safe to come out.

Violet then reached for the door. But before she could turn the knob, a clicking sound came to life.

"Shit. She locked the door."

Immediately Miller grabbed a fire extinguisher and began beating it with all his strength against the door in an attempt to break the lock.

After forty long seconds of constant bashing, the door was broken loose.

Miller and Violet immediately rushed out the door and found the small orange Pegasus on top of Michael, beating his face in, and one of the zebra ambassadors on the ground with a puddle of blood forming.

Without hesitation, Miller rushed the orange pegasus and tackled her off of Michael, allowing Violet to get him out of the fight. Miller put Scootaloo in a headlock, to knock her unconscious. But it was a struggle, as Scootaloo put up quite a fight for such a young filly. However, Miller was still stronger and kept his hold on the pegasus, as she slowly stopped fighting. After a long thirty seconds of struggling,Scootaloo finally passed out.

Miller immediately check to see if she still was breathing, and she was.

Ziek then started to moan in pain. From the broken muzzle he has gotten.

"You alright there?" Miller asked.

"Yes," Ziek said, "I just have a broken muzzle." He then looked straight at Michael. "If I were you, I would be more worried about him."

Miller then looked and saw the damage that Michael sustained. His face was unrecognizable from the one he had a couple of minutes ago. Blood and mucus were pouring out through his nose. His lower jaw was swollen and was now dark purple from the broken blood vessels.

"How bad is he Violet?" Miller asked.

"He's going to need surgery that's for sure," Violet said, "along with stitches and some replacement teeth and physical therapy for his jaw. Other than that he alright."

"What's going on back there?" The co-pilot asked as he exited the cockpit and enter the main cabin.

"Nothing," Miller said, " just a pretty violent panic attack. We've got everything under control now."

"Alright." The copilot said.

Soon after the copilot re entered the cockpit, Violet spoke up.

"It's alright everyone," Violet said, "it's safe to come out of hiding."

Everypony then came out of hiding. Button Mash's mom came rushing towards him and tightly hugged him.

"Oh Celestia! Thank goodness that you're alright." She said, while squeezing him tightly.

"Can't...breathe....hugging....too...hard." Button mash said, as the air was squeezed out of him.

Big Mac also came up to his little sister and hugged her, though not as tight like the one Button received.

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom then gathered around their unconscious friend. They both were wondering why Scootaloo went berserk. Miller noticed them and walked over towards them.

"Did you two that she was uncomfortable in small spaces?" Miller asked.

"No," Applebloom said, "Scootaloo never lashes out at anypony. this isn't like her."

"Is she going to be in big trouble?" Sweetie Belle asked.

Miller didn't know what to say at the moment, he didn't want to have to send someone, or somepony rather, to jail that young. But she did assault and injured a serviceman of the American military and a foreign diplomat as well, which are very serious crimes all by themselves.

After debating for a long minute Miller was about to open his mouth but was cut off as Violet spoke, as she overheard the conversation.

"If no one presses charges against her, then she won't be in too much trouble." Violet said.

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle then looked at Ziek, as he also overheard the conversation.

"I won't hold anything against her," Ziek said, "she was just acting out of her instincts."

Then the both looked straight at Michael to see if he would or wouldn't press charges against Scootaloo. But because of his broken jaw and was barely conscious as well. But Violet spoke up for him.

"I'm sure he won't hold anything against Scootaloo," Violet said," he never holds a grudge against anyone."

Meanwhile, out of the corner of Miller's right eye, Zig zag pulled out two glass bottles out of his bag. The liquids inside of the two bottles were a magenta color and gave off a very faint glow.

"What are those?" Miller asked.

"Potions that can fix your friends' and Ziek's injuries." Zig zag said. "Don't worry, the potion won't give him any harmful side effects. Besides the pain of the his body quickly fixing itself. Just pour the po

Zig zag immediately handed one of the bottles, that he held in his mouth, to Miller. He then grabbed the other potion bottle and walked over to Ziek, who was holding his hoof against his muzzle trying to limit the amount of mucus and blood that is slowly dripping out.

"So do I pour it where the injuries are?" Miller asked.

"No." Zig zag said. "Pour it into his mouth."

Miller didn't argue, as he didn't know how the potion works and just followed what Zig zag said. As he poured the contents into his mouth, the potion quickly took effect. The cells in Michael's body quickly began to rapidly replicate each other along with the dislocated jaw moving back into place and fixing damaged tissue as well. Another benefit the potion did was replace the teeth that Scootaloo knocked out during her panic attack. Since there was no was to stop the pain that would come from it, Michael grunted in pain as his body quickly fixed itself.

The process was only a minute long and astonished every human that witnessed it.

"Holy crap." Violet said.

"You okay there Michael?" Miller asked.

"How's my face?" Michael asked.

"Still pretty ugly." Violet replied, chuckling slightly.

"Fuck you." Michael replied back.

"Language!" Button's mom yelled out. "There are foals here!"

Button mash only rolled his eyes at his mother. As she too cusses when he and the CMC are around.

"I just got the shit beat out of me by that orange pegasus." Michael said as he pointed at Scootaloo.

"Are you mad at her?" Applebloom asked.

After a seemingly long five seconds, Michael spoke, "No, not really. She just reacted a bit too violent. I won't press charges against her."

A wave of relief flowed through them as it seemed that their close friend was not going to be in too much trouble.

"Well hopefully the rest of the trip won't be too eventful." Miller said.

***

After five hours of flying, everypony finally arrived to John F. Kennedy airport. The only event that was the most serious was Scootaloo's violent outburst that injured both Michael and Ziek.

Everyone began to disembark the C-20H when it finally came to a stop. They all carried the luggage that they brought along with them.

Waiting for them was two black limousines and Three SUV's, with several men in black and white tuxedos armed with MP5's and Five-Seven's surrounding them.

Everypony looked confused when they saw them, except for Miller, Violet and Michael.

"Who are they?" Velvet asked.

"The secret service," Miller said, "they're an organization that is tasked with protecting the President, the Vice President, and their families from people that want to do harm to them."

"Kind of like the Royal Guard." Velvet said.

"The Royal Guard?"

"They're an elite group that is hoof picked by Princess Celestia herself." Velvet said.

"Our son was the captain of the Royal Guard..…before Tirek came into power." Nightlight said.

Then one of the agents walked up towards the group.

"Sargent Miller?" The man asked.

"Yes."

"I'm agent Wilson." He said. He then looked down at the group of ponies and the zebras. "I'm guessing that you're the dignitaries that we've been assigned to escort?"

"We are." Ziek said.

"Good. If you'll all follow me. We'll get you all to the UN quickly." Wilson said.

As the group followed Wilson, they each splintered up into groups of five, as they entered a different limousine.

When everyone entered the limousines,
the vehicles began to move together in a single filed line. New York City police motorcycles flanked each side of the convoy, providing much more protection.

The entire trip to the UN was quiet and uneventful, unlike the plane ride. Everypony instead look out the windows of each limousine and were awestruck by how many buildings there were, as skyscrapers were not common in Equestria or Equu. The only city with a large number of skyscrapers was Manehattan, but not in the numbers that New York alone had.

When they finally arrived at the United Nations, a large number of people were already gathered at the front of the complex. Security guards and policemen barricaded the group from the crowd. Flashes from photos being taken from cellphones dot the crowd. Some in the crowd held picket signs, some had written anti-war messages on them, others written messages that said the United Nations fabricated the evidence presented to the world. But those were a minority, many of the picketers have written messages of support for what is happening back on their world.

“There is division among your people?” Ziek asked.

“Yep,” Wilson said, “people have always been divided among issues since the Stone Age.”

“It seems that our races are one in the same.”

The limousines then came to a stop in front of the UN front entrance. When they all exited the limousines, a sharp looking man approached them. The man was in his late 50's to early 60's with dark brown hair mixed with shades of gray.

“I take it you all are from Equu?” The man asked.

“Yes we are mister-” Zig zag said.

“Jackson. Phil Jackson. I'm the President of the the United States."

The group slightly bowed their heads in a sign of respect.

"It is a honor to meet the leader of the country who has helped us in our darkest hour." Zig zag said.

Jackson chuckled slightly. "The honors mine. If you all will follow me we'll get to the general assembly in no time." He said, gesturing them all to follow him.

***

Inside of the building that houses the United Nations, representatives from nations from around the world gathered in the general assembly. Everyone was awaiting for the United States to bring a few of the refugees to convince the UN to pass a declaration of war.

The United Nations was founded in the aftermath of the Second World War with only fifty members affiliated with it, now nearly 200 nations and international organizations joined the UN to have their voices heard on the world stage. Though often criticized by many for a numerous reasons, the organization has accomplished many achievements that have greatly improved the quality of life for many and has done its original job of preventing World War Three from occurring.

The group stood out of sight from the cameras from news agencies from around the world and the delegates from around the world.

“So who is going to speak?” Big Mac asked.

“I will.” Twilight Velvet said.

As she trotted to the podium, thousands of eyes watched her every step that she took. Velvet was not a stranger to talking in front of a large group, but they were up to a hundred at a time, not seven billion.

When Velvet reach the podium she froze, as she didn't know what to say. People were murmuring amongst each other in disbelief that a five foot tall multi-colored horse was in front of them, but still remain unconvinced. This lasted a few minutes then Velvet finally spoke.

“Hello there.” Velvet said.

The room was deathly silent after Velvet spoke.

“From what I’m guessing by all your reactions, talking ponies aren't too common here.”

That a few chuckles from a few people in the audience.

“I’ been asked to tell your people about what we have went through and to help give judgement on an important decision.” Velvet said.

Velvet then took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Our lives have been changed ever since Tirek and his centaur's took over Equestria and claimed it as his. He has enslaved and done unimaginable things to innocent ponies. He and his followers have butchered anypony who stands against him. History of our nation was erased as Tirek 'fixed historical inaccuracies'.

I have lost both my son and daughter to these monsters. I'm not the only mother who was affected, many have lost their children and their families to him. It was a miracle that we escaped from that fate worse than death.

We traveled to the Sheep Republic, then the Griffin Hierarchy. When we boarded a ship headed to the Zebra Republic, the centaur's invaded the Griffin hierarchy and quickly subjected to their rule.

If it wasn't for the United States intervention when they attacked the refugee camp. I don't even think we would be alive right now.

Please I asked you all not just as an 'person' who has suffered, but as a mother as well, stop Tirek and his barbarians from destroying an untold number of families."

By the time Velvet was done, she could already feel that she has already made an impact on the representatives and those who were watching all around the world.

When Velvet stepped away from the podium, Jackson walked up and spoke:

"I think the evidence is now clear as day.

Ladies and gentlemen, I stand here before you all not representing the people of the United States, but as a representative of humanity. When the centaur's first entered our world, they did not come under the banner peace, they came under the banner of conquest. They did not just want to conquer the United States, they came to subjugate humanity as a whole. Our way of life was threatened by other worldly beings, but we did not scrum to the centaur's actions, we fought tooth and nail against them and pushed them back where they came from.

But since we entered their world, we have found that the centaur's have committed atrocities to every being on that world. The have pillage cities, enslaved and slaughtered the innocent, conquered lands unnecessary, and are committing mass genocide at an alarming scale.

To allow them to continue would be inhuman.

It is our obligation, no, our responsibility to stop these acts that have been committed without remorse.

I ask you all to lend your support in the upcoming battle. Lend your troops, your tanks, your fighters, and your warships. Lend us everything that you can spare, your doctors, scientists, engineers, anything and everything that can be used to stop the centaur's. To not do anything would be inhuman and not represent what humanity stands for.

I ask you all this, to do the right thing."

After walking away from the podium, Jackson and two secret service agents following him, approached the group of ponies and zebras.

"Do you think it worked?" Velvet asked.

“I don't know.” Jackson said. “The only thing we can do is hope.”

Just then, a man tapped Jackson’s shoulder, grabbing his attention.

“Yes.” Jackson said.

“Operation EVICTION has commenced, you're needed back at the White House Mr. President.” The man said.

*To be continued in the next chapter*
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Chapter twelve + update

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

(Ooh, give you up)
(Ooh, give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Happy April fools day everyone!

Unfortunately I come with sad news, I'm going to have to cancel the story because of things going on in my life I really wanted to continue to work on this story, but because of college, work, and Asperger's, I couldn't keep my focus on this story. I apologize to anyone who likes this story, I hope you can forgive me.

Chapter one (enhanced)

Edited by: Boragath

In a large laboratory in the NASA Research Facility in Houston,Texas, a team of world leading scientists are conducting the first test of the teleporter. After years of painstaking research, it is finally becoming reality. It stands at twenty feet tall and thirty feet wide. Electric wires and tubes are scattered all across the room. Behind a reinforced glass wall, the scientists prepare to make history.

"Begin system checks." said the lead scientist.

"Power is in range and holding steady."

“Pressure readings are green."

“Core temperature at a solid 73 degrees."

Satisfied, the lead scientist gives the green light to begin the test.

"Gentlemen, lets make history." said the lead scientist.

The two scientists at the master control panel begin to start up the teleporter. Lights on the teleporter begin to light up.

"Readings are holding steady, sir. Shall we go to full power?" Asked one of the scientist at the control panel.

"Proceed."

Soon the teleporter begins to hum and glow. Suddenly, the master alarm panel on the control panel begins to blink and a warning siren goes off.

"SHUT IT DOWN!" yelled the lead scientist.

"We're trying to cut the power, sir!"

The scientist flips the master control switch and the power levels drop down to zero percent. But, the portal continues to glow brighter.

"Clear the area!” ordered the lead scientist.

Suddenly, the teleporter releases a massive force of energy that shatters the reinforced glass that is protecting them and launches the scientist into the air. The teleporter no longer glowed brightly, but is replaced with a swirl of blue, purple, and dark purple.

Getting back on his feet, the lead scientist checks himself for any signs of injuries. To his luck, only a few scratches. Others weren’t so lucky. Security officers and paramedics rushed into the room to see to the wounded. The critically wounded were escorted out by paramedic. Those that were left had their attention on the teleporter. They were stunned to see that it was working. A small flash of light comes from the teleporter and a creature emerages. It has the body of a horse, but the torso and upward look of a human. It stood at about seven feet tall, taller than anyone in the room. The creature wore chain-mail armor along its horse area and steel-like material on its torso. There were bags along its sides and wore a Roman-like helmet. The scientists and security guards were amazed at what they were seeing.

"Wow." Said a security guard, breaking the silence.

"It looks like a Centaur."

"I thought those were a myth?"

The humans started talking about what they were seeing, but were a bit curious about what it was carrying. It looked like a rifle with revolver parts. As they try think of why it was here, it spoke.

"This land now belongs to Lord Tirek! All shall bow before their new rulers!" The Centaur yelled, echoing throughout the room.

Realizing the threat, a security guard unholsters his Beretta M9A1 and aims at the invader, as do the other guards with M9s, UMP-45s, MP5s, and P90s as they snap out of shock.

"Pathetic. You will only suffer." The Centaur said, in a mocking tone as another Centaur comes through the portal.

"Open fire!" A guard ordered.

They pull the triggers on their weapons, sending small balls of lead towards the Centaurs. But the bullets only make dents in their armor. The Centaurs pull out their rifles and begin firing at the guards and scientists. The security guards kevlar vests were like paper as the bullets fired from the Centaurs ripped through their victims, leaving only husks with baseball size holes in them. Those who survived started to run for the door, praying that they wouldn’t get hit. The survivors ran faster than they have in their entire lives. Some ran for the armory, grabbing anything that can hopefully kill the centaurs. Others ran for the exit, hoping to escape the onslaught of the invaders. A guard runs to the communications room. He opens the door and rushes to the transmitter and begins sending a threat message to the local authorities and the Pentagon.

This is Lieutenant Donald Smith at the NASA Research Facility in Houston, Texas. We have a code black situation occurring at this location. I say again, we have a code black situation occurring at this location. Request immediate deployment of all emergency and military personnel to this facility.

With the message sent and playing on a loop, he runs for the exit, praying help arrives soon.
***
At the portal, seven more Centaurs come through the portal.

"These creatures don't even stand a chance." The commanding centaur said as he gazes up the lifeless bodies of the human scientists and guards. Turning to the Centaurs that just came through the portal, he then says to them. "Hunt down the rest of these 'things'. I want no survivors." They all smirked at the bloodshed that will occur. They split into groups of two, moving upwards to the ground floor. The Centaurs shot at those who were foolish enough to fight them. The occasional gunshot and a loud scream could be heard as someones light is snuffed out. They soon reach the ground floor and laughed at what they saw outside.
***
The facility was completely surrounded by Houston Police, SWAT, and the Texas National Guard. A defensive perimeter was setup with sandbags and concrete barriers. Military Humvees armed with M240B machine guns were equally spaced out along the perimeter. National Guard soldiers and SWAT were positioned all across the perimeter as well. Behind the line, two teams of military snipers armed with M110 Semi-Automatic sniper rifles were positioned on top of a building overlooking the entire line and the target building. In the air, two Blackhawk helicopters circled above. News reporters from local, national, and international were on the scene, asking the survivors what had happened. They were shocked at what the survivors said and immediately contacted their respective news agenices.

The doors began to open, revealing the Centaurs. The National Guard and SWAT personnel aimed their weapons at the centaurs from behind the barriers. The Humvee gunners do so as well.

"What the hell are those things!?!" cried a SWAT officer.

"Weapons free!" ordered a Sergeant from the National Guard. As they fired at them, the 9mm rounds from the SWATs MP5s had the same effect as before. However,the 5.56x45mm rounds from the National Guards M16A4 and M4A1 rifles were able to penetrate the armor the invaders wore. But they still kept moving, shooting their rifles at the humans. The Humvees didn't do much better against the centaurs rounds, as they went straight through and killed all its occupeants inside.

By the time the centaurs had to reload their rifles, fifty percent of the National Guard and SWAT teams were either dead or have entire body parts ripped off, bleeding uncontrollably as their arteries were torn opened from what's agreed to be equivalent to a 20mm round.
* * *
Soon, the entire city of Houston is under attack as the centaurs begin to advance and overwhelm National Guard troops. Entire divisions of centaurs came pouring out from more portals that appeared all across the city. The Air Force scrambles every available combat and transport aircraft from Air Force bases across the US to support the ground troops and aid in the evacuation of civilians. As more centaurs pour out of the portals, the battle shift towards the centaurs favor.
***

"Push forward!" A centaur yelled as began charging the the human defensive line on Travis street in Downtown.

Army soldiers begin to fall back since their weapons seem to have no effect on the centaurs. 5.56x45 rounds aren’t powerful enough to stop the centaurs. As the invaders push onward, local residents that own firearms, begin to bear arms and fight against the ones who dare attack their country and the great state of Texas. Others flee towards designated evacuation points, hoping to get away from the advancing invaders. Soon, the entire city and surrounding area was a warzone.
* * *
"MEDIC!!" A soldier screams in agony as his entire arm from the elbow down is blown off.

"Lieutenant Meehan!" a soldier said, "The last of the civilians have been evacuated from the area. We need to fall back to Phase line Charlie!"

"Ramirez, Thompson,Preston! Lay down some cover fire while we fall back to Phase line Charlie." Meehan said.

"Yes sir!" Theyt said in unison. They watched as their Lieutenant and fellow soldiers begin to retreat.

"Ramirez, get on that .50 cal and light those fuckers up!" Preston said while pointing to a incapacitated Humvee armed with a Browning 50. Cal machine gun.

Looking up at a slightly destroyed two story building, then ordering to Thompson, "Thompson, get on top of that building and provide sniper fire for Ramirez. Shoot anything that is not human and make sure nothing gets to close for comfort." Looking at both of them, "I'll give them a distraction, GO!"

Without second thoughts, each of them moved into their positions. Since their M4’s and M16’s were like BB pellets to the centuars armor, the bullets didn’t even make the centaurs flinch. The 50. Cal on the other hand, tore through the centaurs armor like a hot knife through butter, ripping right through their armor. This resulted in large bullet holes, along with the husks of dead centaurs.

With the last of the military personnel safe at Phase line Charlie, the squad of soldiers slowly begin to fall back. The entire city of Houston was on the brink of collapse when something appeared in the sky. A flying battleship armed with anti-air guns on all sides, one sixteen inch guns pointed to the ground, capable of moving 360 degrees. The ship was nearly as long as an one hundred eighty story tall building and seventy stories tall and wide. U.S forces on the ground watched in pure horror as the airship fired at their front lines and began launching smaller aircraft that proceeded to do gun-runs on their defensive positions. Their aircraft also started decimating U.S air power in the area and gave the centaurs full air superiority. The remaining defenders go into full retreat, abandoning Houston to the Centuars. Casualties were in the tens of thousands, shocking the entire world.
* * *
As the world stood in shock, witnessing the invasion of one of the strongest economic and military powers in the world. The United Nations was immediately called into an emergency session. CENTCOM begins to mobilize all combat ready forces from all branches, preparing defenses all across the country and sending entire divisions to assist in areas at immediate risk. NATO begins reading and deploying its armed forces to help their ally. China also pledges to send over their troops, as the United States was their biggest customer and their economy depended on them. Soon one thing became clear: the world is at war.
* * *
Tirek, having been in control of Equestria for only eight months, has already conquered the Buffalo lands, Saddle Arabia, The Changeling Empire, the Sheep Republic, and is currently conquering The Zebra Empire and Griffin Republic. With the world at his fingertips, he feels that nothing can stop his conquests, not even his brother. The door to the main throne room suddenly opens, creating a large echo in the castle that once belonged to the two sisters.

"My lord, I bring news." A centaur guard spoke, sounding out of breath.

"What is so important that you have interrupt my thoughts!?!" Tirek asked angrily.

"A small patrol along the islands of the Sheep Republic discovered a portal."

Surprised, Tirek asked, "What did this patrol find?"

The guard replied "Another world. Ripe for conquer."

While he enjoyed that another world will soon be under his rule, Tirek asked, "What progress have our forces made?"

"So far, we have taken control of one city and have begun to take land in the surrounding area.”

Tirek felt a sense of joy, knowing that soon he will have two worlds under his rule.

update #2

Sorry about the lack of updates to Liberation of Equestria, I've been thinking about a idea that I'm not sure about. Should I have Spike join the U.S military? It's been something I've been thinking about since chapter 7, but I'm not sure about it. What do you guys think?

Another reason is I got a PS4 a month ago, and I've been playing the crap out of Fallout 4 (favorite game I own for the system even with it's flaws), Black ops 3, and MGSV. I might get some ideas out those games.

I am working on chapter 12 as I speak, and I'm working on giving some character development (which scares me). So in the meantime, here's a fanfic I recommend reading till Chapter 12 is published:

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/195426/the-world-they-once-knew