Operation TRITIE

by Smoreed

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Adventure
Length: 2146

Russian fanfic, translated. Immerse yourself in adventures with russian Polkovnik (Colonel) Luka Vladimirov!

"ATTENTION!" All political events are invented by me and are not intertwined with the canon of the series.

The TRITIE universe is a new and uneasy view of the genre of hitch-hunters.
For the first time, mankind learns about the existence of a multitude of parallelities, and on a straight line it will come into contact with the pony race living in the first measurement.

Waiting for you: bad words, murder, heroism, fanaticism and psyker.
And also - top-secret new military developments that our heroes will repeatedly use.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-03-20 16:25:41 UTC

Prologue.

Equestria is going through hard times. Everything is as He predicted. Mass discontent among the ponies, the dissolution of economic contracts with the closest countries and many other bad news. The first arrival of people into our world provoked all these events. Faith in the false power of my sister disappeared. "Ponies demand people" it was these slogans that were shouted by the protesters. Everything became much worse when the last element of harmony disappeared. Princess Twilight went to the unknown regions to the north, exactly 137 years ago, she also took her faithful defender dragon Spike and another recent student, Starlight Glimmer.

With each generation, popular discontent only grew. Until the time has come for TRITIE.

TRITIE - The Rapid Industrialization of The Inhabitants of Equestria. - Or it is easier to say: "The second arrival of the red flag of people."

And soon, people will return to us, that would protect us from any threats.

***

This city is beautiful, this city is great and rich. And his name is Canterlot. This beautiful city is the capital of all of Equestria and is home to the immortal princesses alicorns whose power is limitless. At this moment, the princesses' sisters have disagreements about the prediction of the "great wanderer", an alicorn who visited their world a thousand years ago, to tell the pony about the future. But he said he would return on the appointed date. But not as a Pony-alicorn, but as a completely different being.

Let us move to the magnificent and beautiful castle of the capital city, that is home and throne for the sisters Celestia and Luna - these very princesses. We will pass through the giant corridors with huge painted windows, and no less large, painted red carpets. The ceilings were high. The purple walls underscored the power of the owners of the castle. Let's stop at one of the doors. She was adorned with gold and gems. Above it hung an emblem in the form of one of the princesses. In this room, that was behind the door, our princesses was disputing.

Luna, understand, we must not give way to new people here! - Celestia objected, watching as the princess of the night took from the pedestal an ancient book with a very ancient spell.

No, you understand this. That first and foremost we are rulers and should listen to the opinion of our ponies! And you, you think only of yourself! - the princess of the sun lowered her head with a sullen expression of her face.

I spent so many years in fear, for myself, for you, for power. And you want to let the threat reappear?

The only threat is our own people, who want real heroes. Our ponies do not need a pseudo-goddess, who can only be stubborn and dump work for six subjects. - Luna went into the corridor. On the way out she stopped and told her:

Believe me, it will be better. - after that she disappeared into the doorway, leaving Princess Celestia alone.

Where was Princess Luna going? She was going to bed. With the help of the folio that she took from the place where the elements of harmony were stored, she can strengthen any of her spells.

Lying in her room, in bed, sister opened the book.

"Hmm ... A strange aura from this book ..." the princess murmured, flipping through the pages. - You said that I recognize you ... In your world, billions of creatures like you. And only one of them are you.

Luna wanted to strengthen the travel spell on dreams, it will allow to visit the dreams of beings in other worlds.

Well... Sister will never understand why I'm doing this. - the pony did not want to make mistakes with the man. She was afraid of unforeseen circumstances in the past. But anyway, there is no choice.

The Princess of the Night was a more responsible ruler than her older sister, Celestia. And she was not particularly ambitious, but she both loved and hated her sister at the same time. But no, not because she wanted to single-handedly rule, but simply despised her near-mindedness and the negative to everything connected with the aliens. Celestia is afraid that she will be thrown off the throne.

DAY FURTHER. MEASUREMENT - OPTION - 000001XXX. Branch of events - 000025374ХХХ.

EARTH, SYRIA, FRONT LINE. End of October 2017. 15:52

Well, how much fuck you can! The third tank in a month! The crew does not respond, the artillery is silent and I am alone in the line of fire.

I decided to sit still for a minute. I heard no arab dialect, no shots, I reached for the hatch.

Khe-khe, that's a ride! - I squeezed out of the battered tank. Silence ... Sometimes the queues of machine guns were heard, it's good that they were nearby. But I do not care ...

Oh, the messenger sent out of thaaat one trench. Let me guess. And, yes, he runs to me.

Colonel Vladimirov! - called me a run up fighter of the Armed Forces of Syria.

I was ordered to take you to headquarters. - he continued as seriously as possible.

Hmm. - I murmured indifferently, closing the driver's hatch with the burnt corpse of my driver-mechanic sitting in it. - Hit through the boy. Yes, the tank is disabled.

Comrade Colonel, we must go now, while the militants have not regrouped.

Lead!

Well, I rested and now again to the artillery. Again the guns of militants sang.

We ran under the shelling of enemy ACS, one shell exploded 5 meters behind our backs. Fortunately, soldier managed to knock us both on the sand. In the ears it rings.

Opa, here it is nezhdanchik! (unexpected situation) - I almost screamed, stunned by the rumble of the shell.

Oh, the trenches appeared, after 100 meters of the cross. Well ... The trench line and the concrete building. Down there, the bunker hides. From there they manage all the operations of the Russian Federation and the Syrian Armed Forces in this particular, central region.

When we finally reached the headquarters, the soldier who was instructed to take me to the headquarters was obviously exhausted, I ordered him to go relax, and after entering the bunker, I saw two Russian soldiers saluting me.

We wish you good health, Comrade Colonel! - shouted the fighters.

And you do not have to suffer comrades. Free! - I commanded and opened the door leading to the office of General Franco. There he was met by his secretary: Captain Tarasov, who was behind the metal table with the computer on it.

Ah, Colonel, the General is waiting for you. - said the captain, removing a magazine from his hands in the table. I did not begin to make any comments to him, because I was too hurried to the general.

Opening another door, I noticed that same general and Major Lomakin, the pilot and my old friend.

Both looked at me with satisfied faces. Then the general began:

So, I called you here, - the general began, - to report two news, both good. The first - the fighters of ISIS retreat and will soon surrender. And as for the second: you are sent to the rear, namely to the research base, why - they did not tell me, but the order from the high command - I was instructed to deliver the best officers - that is you, to their scientific complex. They chose you not by chance, you are broadly qualified as no one else fit, and even more so only from the war. On this I have everything. You leave at 3 o'clock tomorrow ... Free!

We went out the door and dashed down the gray, dreary corridor.

Luka, do you think those eggheads want from us? - the major asked me.

I don't know. Order is order. Although the heads of unshaven, I would have collected. (Luka likes to kill)

 We parted ways. He went to the dining room, and I went in the cockpit, which was assigned to me by the ensign.

Some time later

When I woke up, I could not get out of my head that whispering voice that pestered me half the night: "Equestria is waiting for you ...".

What is this "Equestria" I did not understand, okay, not before that to me now.

Some time later

Already on the airfield, we checked the Su-34, which we will be flying on.

The pressure is normal, the chassis is normal, we have enough fuel to Russia. - Lomakin muttered.

Vitalya, you always check everything yourself, maybe you'll trust this to technique? - I was indignant. No, well, in fact, it's not for one to check all this.

What for? Climb here. - Well, I climbed, but strange this fighter had a feature - a horizontal line of seats, well, to be more precise - as in a car. And before I had time to ask how Vitalya commanded:

Put on your helmet and mask! - I did not argue, after all, he is a pilot, not me.

Having switched on something on the control panel, he took the microphone of the walkie-talkie and said:

Base, I'm Aid-1, give permission to take off.

Aid-1, I'm base, takeoff permit. How do you understand?

Understand clearly, hang up.

 Our birdie rolled along the strip and after a while, gained speed and soared into the sky.

 The next two hours we flew in silence, I just took a nap. Then I decided to ask Lomakin.

Did you saw a dream today?

Today? No ... but yesterday I saw such a girl ...

Do not go on, - I interrupted. - Tell me, do you know what Equestria is?

Hmm ... the first time I've heard it. Oh, no, it reminded me something. I heard somewhere, but I do not remember where.

It's clear, I just feel that we will soon find out.

 At that moment the walkie-talkie started talking to us.

Aid-1, I'm Complex, go in for landing.

Understood you. Hang up.

When we sat down, we were escorted to the underground part of the laboratory, and right at the entrance to the wing "B" four scientists met us. Two of them were gray-haired old men, one orange-haired, and next to him stood a dark-haired man.

Hello, I'm Professor Khmelnitsky, and these are my colleagues. - said the darkest one.

So, Professor, let's get down to work right away. - I said.

Oh, yes, follow me. - the wise man commanded.

We are going. He led us through long corridors and at the door, and not quite small, stopped and gestured to the command "go in".

I present to you the machine - to move through the measurements. She...

Moves by the measurments, we understood, without details. You wanted to send us here? - I interrupted the tadpole.

Exactly. - he answered.

And the fact that I'm a pilot and a kevlar woodcutter, and the colonel is a tanker and special forces is for universality? - Lomakin.

Exactly. There aren't many people like you.

Well, give us a room or something. - said the major, after a moment's hesitation.

Of course. Nekrasov, take our guests to their rooms. - said orangehead to security. At that moment a security guard wearing a body armor with PP Bison came to us, told us to follow him, but we walked for a long time and constantly turned right and then left. I did not even try to remember the path in this labyrinth ...

We are in place. - stopping at the door said the guard. - If you need something: you can contact us by the intercom, it's on the wall in your cabin weighs. If you do not need anything, I went.

You can. I answered. And the guard immediately disappeared behind the turn.

We entered our room and almost gasped. In the room was a modern kitchen and a refrigerator. We also found two bedrooms and each one had a large plasma TV set and a bathroom with a jacuzzi on which stood a bottle of vodka and someone's shirt ... It seems someone used it.

Vitalik immediately took out a bottle of whiskey from the refrigerator and went into the bedroom. Aloholic... If he does not fly, then he drinks. And I went up to the intercom and told them to send my spetsnaz gear. Also, I have asked to call my old friend - sniper Mikhail. Later I also went to bed.