The Liberation of Equestria

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.