"40 minutes!"

Clayton is startled awake by the loud voice, opening his eyes and quickly looking around his surroundings, waking him from his sleep.

After a few more seconds of looking, he closes his eyes and breaths

His observation and realization calms him down,
for now.

He moves around in place on the cold metal bench he sits on, lifting his hands to his eyes to rub and wake up from the sleep. His hands feeling the black smears of camouflage he putted on his face.

He takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes again to look around his surroundings, in more detail. But could only see blackness from the dark night sky that fills the entire inside of the plane he is being transported on.

Clayton looks to his right, and also sitting on the same long bench he is on is the silhouettes of his fellow American Paratroopers, assuming that they are asleep or awake. The same thing when he looks to his left, and then in front of him, another long metal bench on the opposite side of the plane, filled with more Paratroopers.

A cold wind blows through the inside of the plane. Clayton shivers from the coldness of the morning temperature and the ocean they fly over.

He attempts to adjust the amount of gear he is wearing in hopes of getting comfortableness and warmness to counter the cold breeze that flows throughout the inside, coming from the the only door and exit, located at the back of the plane.

Clayton looks in the direction of the door. leaning a bit forward in his seat, standing next to the door, looking upon the ocean sea they fly over, was their DZSTL, or Drop Zone Support Team Leader, but also known as a Jumpmaster.

He is going to be the Drop Zone's Commander when they land in the marked drop zones the Paratroopers were assigned to, and act as a Ground Commander and have what ever missions that were assigned to be completed. If they all survive the trip to their drop zone, and the way down if they aren't under heavy fire.

Clayton never knew who he was.

Nor did he know any of the other Paratroopers that are in the Transport plane too. Even though all being Airborne Paratroopers from the same country, Jump school, and training.

They were all Paratroopers that was from different graduate classes over the years and put into reserves. And he preferes not to get to know any, that they all might die, somehow.

Clayton could feel and hear the C-47s Transport plane's powerful engines against the bench on he sits on, and that its located just behind Clayton on the outside of plane on the wing.

Turning around in his seat, he looks out one of the small circular windows just behind, and to see more friendly C-47 Transport Planes cruising in formation next to his, that are loaded with more American Airborne Paratroopers.

For three years, the Allied Nations have been planning this operation, gathering troops, resources, equipment, ships, weapons, ammo, vehicles, and Intel. Knowing that many of the troops have just come out training, and was stationed in England, waiting for their time to come.

Clayton didn't have much combat experience himself either. His first mission and jump was the Invasion of Sicily in Italy, but Clayton only came in as reinforcements to the Paratroopers and Ground Forces who have already cleared out the enemy forces, and was on guard duty for the captured Italian Forces. That was as close he got to the enemy, but with just pointing his rifle at them.

But now, he was about to get some real combat experience, and this wave of C-47s was the first wave to launch, with the second wave to launch later.

He was in the first wave of C-47s to land in the countryside of France and Normandy, and the first American soldiers to step foot in the Nazi-controlled Continent of Europe. If, again, they live to even touch the ground.

He looks out the window at the other C-47s, thinking about the other Paratroopers riding in them, he knows that most of them will not make it back to England, injured, captured, missing or killed. Knowing that he might not make it too. He ignores the thought of it.

He turns back around, gets more comfortable in his seat, puts both his hand on his parachute straps, holding them, then leans back against the hull, and closes his eyes.

It has been two years since he last saw his family, his mother and little sister the only family he has and mostly cares about, not really having any aunties, uncles or cousins, with his mom being the only child his grandpa had.

For his dad, he died when Clayton was just 10 years-old, when a Boiler at the factory he worked at, exploded. They couldn't find his body, it was the day when his little sister was born.

Now here he is 10 years later, on a Transport plane about to jump into hell itself. Clayton just hoping and only wishes that he will survive this operation and war, and to just hug his family again.

*Boom*

Clayton is suddenly pushed forward and falls on the catwalk of the plane, what seems felt like a very powerful explosive force.

He looks up and sees that some of the other Paratroopers have fallen onto the metal catwalk too. He tries to stand up but another explosion goes off making Clayton fall to the ground again.

"They spotted us already!" Said a Paratrooper, getting up from the Catwalk. But for another flak round to explode, making him stagger onto bench.

Clayton gets on his knees and climbs up to a window looking out, to only see chaos over the skies.

He could see flak round exploding from their timed-detonated rounds, light up the night sky and leaving a poof of black smoke in its wake. Seeing Anti-Aircraft fire zooming past other friendly C-47s as they try to maneuver and dodge incoming Anti-Aircraft guns, while spotlights, lighting the night, trying to spot the Transport planes

But almost every minute he counted in his head, he sees a friendly C-47 be shot down, damaged, or crash due to the wave after wave of heavy AA fire, wondering to himself if he will make it out of this, somehow.

He ignores the thought of dying, and just thinks of his country, his home, his mom and sister. He just can't die, not by Nazi weapon or soldier, not by crashing in the earth, not by being blown to bits, not like this. He promised his sister.

Clayton gets knocked out of his thoughts when the Airplane starts to lean to right, making him fall on his back and everyone else to grab hold of something or stagger.

"Argh, if they keep on hammering us like this, they are going to knock us off course and away from our drop zone." Said the Jumpmaster, staggering to his left.

"Red Light!"

Clayton hears the Paratrooper, and looks up again, moving aside his helmet to see. He sees the light bulb next to the exit door light up red, signaling for the preparation to jump.

"Everyone stand up!" Yelled the Jumpmaster, as he tries to stand on his feet.

The Paratroopers all struggle to stand up, staggering when the plane shakes or tilts, as it tries to dodge incoming Anti-Aircraft fire. But then they all finally manage to stand up in a straight line facing forward to the Jumpmaster.

"Everyone, Hook up-"

Another explosion goes off to their right, making the Paratroopers fall to the left onto the benches.

"Everyone hookup, now!" Yells the Paratooper at the door.

The Paratroopers all quickly get back in line. They take out their Parachute clips, that will deploy their Parachutes when they jump out the door.

They all clip them to a rail just above them, but Clayton was nervous and could feel the adrenaline going through him, making him fumble with his clip. But he finally clips it, and looks forward.

"Check equipment!"

They all begin to check the soldier's gear and parachute in front of them, making sure that nothing is loose or hanging out.

Clayton quickly checks the Paratrooper's equipment in front of him, feeling the Paratrooper behind him check his too, then all look forward again.

"Wait for the green li-"

Another explosion off to their left, making them stumble, Clayton to grip his hook even harder.

Then another explosion goes off to their right, knocking Clayton foward into the Paratrooper in front of him.

"Come on, man, we are going to die in this plane!" A paratrooper yelled.

"How much longer!"

"We're getting shredded by AAs!"

Some of the paratroopers start to get nervous and inpatient of the amount of heavy AA fire they are taking, thinking they will be shot down and crash.

Death from Above. Its what U.S. Airborne Paratroopers are. Dropping behind enemy lines. The Elite of the Elite for the U.S. Air force.

They've been training for this specific operation for years. Years of getting information and recon to know what they are up against. And this night Airborne drop operation was their first closer to hopefully winning this war. The beginning of the end. For the Nazi Regime. For the end of World War II.

But for it beginning the operation like this, this was going to be a long night for 101st Airborne Division.

"Green Light!"

Clayton looks up to the light, lighting up green, signaling to jump.

"Go, Go, Go!"

The first Paratrooper in line moves up towards the Jump/Exit door, and jumps out, the clip he hooked on the rail pulling out his Parachute, and jumping into night.

Slowly, each paratrooper jumps from the door, and slowly the line moves and Clayton gets closer and closer to the door to jump, anxious to get out of the plane, feeling that at any second that the plane will be hit by flak. But being the 7th Paratrooper in the line now, he has to wait.

After a few more jump from the plane, the line starts to move faster and get smaller.

Their were just two Paratroopers in front of Clayton that needed to jump, then it will be his turn.

But then the line stops, for Clayton to look up at front to see why. The Paratrooper at the door stopped the line, and just standing at the door.

"What are you doing, Soldier!" Yelled the Jumpmaster near the door. "Go, jum-"

A explosion goes off behind Clayton, knocking the hesitant Paratrooper and the others, including Clayton forward onto the catwalk. With some falling and tripping over the fallen bodies and the force.

"AAAHHHHH!"

Clayton hears a scream behind him. He gets up on his knees and looks behind, turning his head.

But going into shock and horror.

Behind him, he could see that the explosion shredded the side of the plane's hull, making some holes. But noticing that all of the Paratroopers behind Clayton are all on the ground, not moving. Every single one of them.

Clayton presuming that they were all dead, and just one Paratrooper screaming in pain, holding his right leg on the ground. As blood under the pile of bodies and the injured paratrooper begin to pour and slide towards him, over the metal catwalk.

Clayton quickly turns back forward to not look at the damage, and standing back up.

When Clayton stands back up, he sees the Paratrooper Jumpmaster near the door get back up and grab the hesitant Paratrooper on the ground and throw him out of the plane, deploying his Parachute.

"Come on!" Yells the Jumpmaster near the door to Clayton, and the still-only-alive Paratrooper in front of Clayton. The last two remaining Paratroopers move forward, including Clayton, move forward. The Paratrooper in front of Clayton jumps, and now it was Claytons' turn.

He quickly gets to the door, but before he could even look outside the door, a flak round explodes just to the right of him and to the door, knocking him back into the side hull of the plane with a powerful force, knocking him unconscious

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"Promise me you will come home, Clayton?" His mom says to him, hugging him in a loving hug, not wanting to let go.

"I promise mom, I will be home when we win the war this christmas, I promise." Clayton responded to his mother, hugging her tightly again, knowing that this might will be the last time she will see.

They both finally let go of each other, then for his little sister to quickly hug just after his mother lets go of him, making Clayton stagger a little bit.

"Will you promise me too that you will be back to open presents with us for Christmas?" Her little sister says to His big brother, looking up to him. For Clayton to smile back and kneels on one leg.

"I promise I will, Casey." Clayton said, smiling to her. Her sister to smile back and pull him in for another hug, Clayton to hug back too.

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Clayton regains conscious and jerks his body fully awake. He looks around the catwalk to his left first, seeing the dead Jumpmaster who was just standing next to him moments ago.

Then he looks to his right more inside of the plane, seeing the dead Paratroopers on the ground, pools of blood they lay on. But also realizing he is the only left alive in the plane.

Noticing the Injured Paratrooper to have bleed out, but didn't want to know what happened to the pilots.

But also quickly realizing that...the plane is going down.

He quickly gets on his feet, grabs both sides of the door frame and jumps out the door without thinking or hesitating, his hooked clip deploying his parachute.

Just before the plane gets hit again by another flak round, destroying it completely.

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"This world...is perfect."

"The destruction..."

"The Chaos..."

"The killing..."

"The suffering..."

"The dying..."

"It feels so lovely to see all this happen..."

"And very lovely place for...her"

The Queen of the Changlings laughs at the solution of her...problem. Her dark glowing eyes looks upon the new world she has discovered, the main and final piece of her plan.

The plan of getting rid of the princess of the Elements of Harmony, by sending her to this new world of destruction, and to die in this ongoing onslaught that was happening, for to never return to the world of Equestria.

It was just perfect.

"Twilight Sparkle will not miss up my plan, not again...not like last time." Queen Chrysalis said, as she stares more into the portrayed portal in a mirror that displays the new-found world of destruction and death she has found.

As she observes more of the events that happen, the more she is curious herself.

What were the flying metal beasts?

What were the exploding flashes of light?

What were the streaks of bright yellow lines that fly across the night sky?

What were the strange inhabitants of this world?

She zooms inside more into the interior of the metal beasts insides to where the unknown...animals are coming from, seeing more of the strange beings, all lined up, hearing of what they're saying.

"Green light!" One of the beings yelled.

"Go, go, go!" The one standing on two legs near the opening yelled.

The first in the line walks up to the door and jumps out of the beast, for a white poof of something come out of the creatures back.

The more she watched, the more creatures jump out of beast, deploying more of the white clouds the come out of their back, realizing that the clouds make them float slowly to the earth below them.

But then one of the creatures stop, making Chrysilis pay attention to what is happening. The one that was standing near the door comes up to the stopping creature and yell something, for the Chrysalis to not hear due to the loud explosions that happen all around them.

But quickly after, one of the explosions hits near side of the metal beast, causing smoke to come out of one of wings. Looking back into the interior of the plane, she sees that some of the creatures are on the floor not moving. But for Chrysalis to presume they are dead, as she spots blood coming out of the dead things, seeing one of them screaming in pain on the floor holding his leg, also spotting blood coming out the creatures...weird-looking-hooves.

'Hmm, they also bleed the same color of blood as us' Chrysalis says in her head. She smiles at the death.

But then she feels somepony behind her. She looks away from the portal and into more of her dark and gloomy lair, and for one of her children to appear at the foot her throne.

'He's back...good'

"Did you complete your mission, my child." Queen Chrysalis to ask her child.

For it to smile. For her to smile back.

"Good, nothing will be able to stop me now..."

"Not the Elements of Harmony..."

"Not Princess Celestia or Luna..."

"Not Twilight Sparkle..."

"Nothing or nopony will."

She laughs loudly for it to echo across her lair, as she starts to transform into Twilight Sparkle. Her green aura to glow around her whole, until finally then completely into the Princess. Opening her green, glowing eyes.

"For I'm going to replace her at the Peace Meeting Conferance with the Griffin Kingdom..."

"And start a war between the ponies and the Griffins."

She smiles at masterful plan, her sharp teeth showing, of the coming destruction and chaos, just like the new world she has found.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading

Chapter II will be out soon and see how the story will come all together.

Hope I didn't get anything historical wrong and hope to be as accurate as i can in my story, I will try my best.

Thank you,

And have a nice day.