"All Right, listen up!" Luna said to the soldiers arrayed in the room.

The team:

Night Trotter: Earth Pony, master of night operations, and skilled at seeing in the dark

Breacher: Earth Pony, as strong as four normal earth ponies, skilled at breaking into places and creating entrances.

Overwatch: Pegasus, large wings for flying at high altitude, good at long distance spotting and keeping track of movements

Cloud Climber: Pegasus, large wings, powerful flyer, high altitude and lots of weight carrying ability, four times a normal pegaus

Firecracker: Unicorn, powerful fire magic, good at casting fire spells, and perfected the dragonfire spell

Shellshock: Unicorn, explosives expert, good at explosives magic, and perfected the contact explosive spell

The leader:

Discord: Lord of Chaos, master of causing disruptions and panic. Excellent for the mission of special forces.

The plan:

"Now, we will sling ropes down from the roof, and enter here" Discord said, conjuring a 3 dimensional representation of the target house. He pointed to the windows on the second floor of the mansion. "We will get there by teleporting within one hundred meters of the target, then we will take to the air. We have the carrying capability to do that. Shellshock, you will blow the windows in, then, we will throw the flashbang potions. The dragon will hopefully not be there, but if he is, try to avoid engaging him in combat, and use the stun potions to get away. Our main mission is to rescue this mare." Discord held up a photo of Rarity. "And if you see this bastard, castrate him." He held up a picture of Blueblood. "Any questions?"

None of the team had any, so with a salute, Discord left to put on his armor. Night Trotter looked to Princess Celestia, "How do we know we can trust him?" The mare asked.

"Because these are his friends he is rescuing, and I trust him." Celestia said. "Any other questions? No? Then suit up and get your asses moving!" Celestia said, reminding Shadowsky very much of George S. Patton. She turned to the prince, "Gather all your troops, I want to make a speech." Shadowsky nodded.

Before the soldiers left on their mission, everyone gathered in the parade ground, with magic mirrors broadcasting to the other small bases scattered throughout Equestria. Celestia cleared her throat.

"Be seated. Many of you wonder why we are hiding like rats, instead of taking the fight to those bastards the Caribou. I am here to tell you that that is a load of bullshit. We have been waging war on them since they first entered our borders. For a long time we have lived in peace. But it all began with War. We fought to make Equestria strong, we fought to have our land, we fought to live! We will not lose that to some lily-livered, shit-stained, bossy, useless Caribou! We were taken by surprise by our enemy, but we have a surprise in return.

Many will die, but it will not be us doing the dying. No poor dumb bastard ever won by dying for his country, you win by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his! Some of us will die, yes, such is the nature of war. But we are heros, we are fighting for what is ours, for what we have built for centuries. We are all afraid of dying, but it is overcoming that fear, and turning that will to live into destroying our enemy that will win this war.

All through your military career, you have bitched about this chickenshit drilling and training. Well, this is all for a purpose- To ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. I don't give a fuck for a pony who is not always on their toes. Drilling has made veterans of you ponies. You are ready ! A pony has to be alert all the time if they expect to keep on breathing. If not, some Caribou son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind them and beat them to death with a sock full of shit. There are many graves near the castle, all because one man went to sleep on the job- but they are Caribou graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did.

An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write the stuff for the Equestria Daily Times don't know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best team- we have the finest food and equipment, and the best spirit of the best ponies in the world. Why by the heavens, I actually pity these poor bastards we are going up against.

All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single pony in the army plays a vital role. So don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every dishwasher suddenly quit. 'they wont miss me' they say. Well, without clean dishes the cooks cant make the food that sustains our troops. Every pony does his job, every damn last damned pony in the mess hall, even the one who boils water so we don't get the shits.

Each pony must not only think of themselves, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him or her. We don't want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamned cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave ponies will breed more brave ponies. Kill off the goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave, loyal ponies.

One of the bravest ponies I heard of from my sister was aiding in the escape from the castle. He lost an arm, and with that missing arm, he still fought until he was ordered to lie down. Even then, his words were 'goddamn-it, I can still walk.' There is a real soldier, A pony devoted to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant he seemed at the time.

Sure, we all want to go home. We want this war over with. But you can't win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamned thing up, and then get those purple-pissing defectors. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through the caribou. So keep moving. And when we get back to Canterlot, I am personally going to gut that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Tyren.

We will win this war, but we will win it only by fighting and showing the Caribou that we've got more guts than they have or ever will. We're not just going to kill the bastards, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease our path to Canterlot. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.

Some of you are wondering if you will chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you will all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The caribou are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Stab them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When spells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and realize that it's not dirt, it's the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you'll know what to do.

I don't want any messages saying 'I'm holding my position.' We're not holding any goddamned thing. We're advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding anything except the enemy's balls. We're going to hold him by his balls and we're going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We're going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.

There will be some complaints that we are pushing you too hard. I don't give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more caribou we kill. The more caribou we kill, the fewer of our soldiers will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My pony's don't surrender. I don;t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless they are hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just bullshit either. I want men like a lieutenant I once knew long ago, who had been pierced by a griffon arrow, and with a sword to his face, knocked the sword aside with his hand, and used his helmet to bash in the griffon's head. He picked up the sword and cut his way out of the enemy, all with an arrow buried into his body. That is a soldier for you!

Don't forget, you don't know I'm here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this army. I'm not even supposed to be alive. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned caribou. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, 'Act! it's the goddamend Equestrian Special Forces and that Bitch Celestia again!'

There is one thing you ponies will be able to say when this war is over and you get back to your home. Thirty years form now when you're sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the Equestrian War?' You won't have to cough and say,'Well, I shoveled shit in Appaloosa.' No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, 'Son, I rode with the great Equestrian Special Forces and the Goddamned Princess Celestia!'

Alright you bitches and bastards. You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful ponies in battle anytime, anywhere. That's all"

And with that, a standing ovation shook the very mountain that Stormshadow had been blasted out of. The cheer echoed throughout Equestria as all those still loyal hear the voice of their leader, proclaiming that they would win, that they could succeed.

Discord and his squad flew silently through the air, the pegasi and Discord carrying the litter that held the other four ponies. The two unicorns held together a cloaking spell, as the earth ponies prepared the fast ropes. They came to a hover above the mansion, and landed noislessly on the roof.

Luckily for the ESF, Spike had left Blueblood's house to attend an orgy at what had once been the home of Lyra. Blueblood was sipping on champagne and eating caviar by the fire, his robe open so that his slave Rarity could continue sucking on his dick like the good little slut she was. Blueblood leaned forward and whispered in the alabaster unicorn's ear, "See, this is how a mare should be treated, and you certainly know how to do this." Blueblood leaned back, unaware of the massive shitstorm that was about to envelop his mansion.

Suddenly, the mansion's bay windows exploded inward under the boots of Breacher and Night Trotter, followed by blinding blasts and loud noises from Firecracker and Shellshock, who were then followed by Discord, Overwatch and Cloud Climber remaining on alert outside to keep an eye on the guards, who were sure to come a running when the explosions happened.

"What was that?" Blueblood asked, standing up, his dick slipping out of Rarity's mouth with a lewd slurping noise. The prince picked up a sword from above his mantle and drew it, the blade and hilt were encrusted with jewels, and went to investigate.

"Fan out and find Rarity, and weapons are free, remember, kill the enemy as fast as possible." Discord said. "Breacher, you are with me, Night Trotter, you take Firecracker and Shellshock." with those orders, the team split up. Discord drew his wavy sword, his magic glittering along the blade, casting an aura of his yellowish magic around the blade. Breacher held his battleaxe to the ready, as they moved through the halls, they checked each closet and behind every painting.

Breacher held up his hand in a fist shape, signaling to halt. with the other hand, he motioned to his eyes, then to a door, where there was light coming from under a door. Discord nodded, and motioned to Breacher, they stacked up on the door, and Breacher used his massive strength to rip the door off of its hinges. they burst into the room, and were met by the sight of Rarity laying on the floor, drool pooling from her mouth. Discord knelt down to check on her, and suddenly there was a ringing of metal on metal, and he heard Night Trotter call out "CONTACT" Discord motioned to Breacher, who picked up Rarity in one strong arm, and then stacked up behind Discord. As they exited the sitting room, Blueblood attacked Discord, his sword flashing.

Discord parried the blow, his sword moving in a blur of steel that immediately had Blueblood worried. "Go, take her, I will deal with this scum." Discord said to Breacher, who nodded, running towards the broken windows.

Blueblood had been taught how to sword-fight, it was a prerequisite for being a noble. But this was something he had never experienced, a duel with a foe whose skill with a blade was far superior to his. Discord attacked with blinding slashes and jabs, keeping Blueblood off-guard and on the defensive. Discord rained overhead blows, mixed with short slashes at the knees and thrusts to the belly. It was all Blueblood could do to keep the flashing wavy sword at bay, he could not even think about counterattacking, not with the speed and strength of the Lord of Chaos's attack. Discord spied an opening in the hapless noble's guard, and immediately exploited it with a neat thrust. Blueblood froze as Discord's blade entered right below his rib-cage. The wavy nature of Discord's sword meant that blood immediately began flowing out of the puncture as Discord withdrew the blade in one smooth motion, slashing across the abdomen and opening up the body cavity in a gruesome, yet graceful move. Blueblood fell to his knees, and looked up, just as Discord administered the final blow, a swift thrust through the throat that severed the brain stem. Blueblood collapsed into the crimson pool of his blood.

Discord calmly wiped his blade and walked to the smashed windows, climbing up the rope just as the Royal Guards arrived, his team waiting for him before they flew off, arrows bouncing off of a shield generated by the two unicorns. Once they reached a safe place to land, Discord used his large amount of power to teleport them back to Stormshadow.

The team arrived back at the castle, disturbing the training of some of the rescued mares who had volunteered to fight. When they saw Rarity, they immediately opened their ranks to allow the team to rush her to the medical bay.

Author's Note

Once again, many thanks to The Great Derpsby for the help with names! :)
And the speech is modeled after George S. Patton's 3rd army speech.

Hope you all enjoyed this, and once again, constructive criticism is welcomed, as well as someone who wants to be an editor, thanks, and have a nice day

-AurumLupus