The Fight Of Our Lives

At the human base in Ponyville, Edward breathed out a puff of smoke as his cigarette burned out. He tossed the husk on the ground, before a Jagdtiger flattened it to the ground. He got up and walked towards the center. He walked into the center, before getting plowed over by Luna.

"Sister!", Luna cried. Celestia turned to see her sister galloping towards her. She barely had time before she was knocked over by the night princess.

"Ugh...sister?", Celestia said.

"The aliens...vision...they're real.", Luna gasped, still out of breath from running. Edward groaned as he got up. A soldier cringed as he saw the hoof imprints on the lieutenant's back.

"Twilight did what?!", Celestia cried.

"She went off and...and...that tank human went after her. He sent me back, and I wanted to get more help, believe me!", Luna said.

“I believe you.”, Celestia said. Luna looked back to see no one had returned yet. "How long has it been since she left?"

“Too long...I hope Twilight’s safe.”, Luna said.

A soldier walking by saw Edward pick himself off the ground. He cringed at the hoof prints on his back, before hurrying off somewhere.

Edward picked up his BAR and walked to the princesses. As he walked, he started cracking his spine and neck in several different places.

“What’s the situation?”, he asked. Luna and Celestia gulped as the lieutenant raised an eyebrow.

“He’s not going to like this. Twilight, I hope you’re OK.”, Celestia thought.

In space

In the Starport, Twilight Sparkle giggled as she spiraled down the empty hallway. Zero gravity was taking its effect on the young alicorn, the pony flying down the locked down ship.

From a door window, a Viking pilot sat fiddling with his helmet when a purple blur caught his attention.

He opened his door to look outside, before the same blur shot back and slammed into him.

“Sorry!”, Twilight cried. The pilot recovered, to see there was no purple anywhere. He looked around, scratching his head in confusion. His helmet floated in front of him, and he grabbed it.

“Uhh...”, he groaned. He went back inside his room, as Twilight came out of hiding.

“Phew!”, she sighed. She looked to a window, and her eyes widened at what was in front of her.

The humongous Gorgon Class Battlecruiser before her took up the whole window, with the only sources of light outside being the many tiny little lights on the ship.

"We are approaching the Relentless. Should we contact them?", a worker on the Starport bridge asked, as a thermos floated past her.

"Yes.", the commander said. "Aven, lock down fighters in the hangar."

"Copy.", another crew member said. He pressed a button on the control pad in front of him, and the outline of the whole hangar on the holographic screen began to glow red.

Jones was sneaking his way into the hangar, when the door behind him slammed shut with a *WHAM*. Jones turned to look at the locked door. "Aw, shit.", he said.

On the Relentless, the captain looked to the Starport, a set of light specks above the planet in orbit.

“Starport C-95 has entered orbit. Distance is 792 meters.”

“Intercept velocity is 84 meters per second.”

“Send a Hercules to intercept.”, the captain said.

One of the Gorgon’s many hangars opened up, as a Hercules flew over to the Starport. Twilight looked out to see some sort of craft flying out of the massive ship.

Jones hid behind a Viking, before hurrying behind the backs of a group of pilots to a Medivac. A group of marines were talking, before they split up. One of them was walking towards where Jones was hiding.

"Uh oh.", he muttered, before ducking under the Medivac's massive thruster. The marine walked past, as a Medivac pilot walked into the dropship. Jones let out a sigh of relief and walked out from under the giant engine.

The pilot sat in her seat, and began to check her ship. "Ready for dustoff.", she announced.

The engine suddenly fired downwards, the backlash throwing boxes, supplies, including Jones around the room. Jones flew completely to the other side of the hangar, crashing in a massive pile of empty cardboard boxes.

Minutes later, Jones climbed out of the pile, his head stuck in a box. "Ugh...", he grumbled, pulling the box off his head. He turned to see the flight officer yelling at the Medivac pilot for starting up without safety precautions and how someone could've gotten hurt.

"Someone did get hurt...", Jones muttered, before pulling the box off his head. He got up and stumbled to where a Banshee was finishing maintenance.

Back in space, the Hurcules had gotten closer, and Twilight could easily see how giant it was.

The transport hovered next to the flying building, with air thrusting out of vents on the side constantly burning to prevent collision.

"We have a visual on the Hercules. Preparing magnetic locks.", a Starport worker said.

Twilight stared out the window, as the giant transport got even closer. In the hangar, Jones could practically feel the rumble of the Hercules's engine next to the ship.

Before it could dock, a green blast struck the Hercules’s engine, throwing off the balance. The Hercules crashed into the Starport, and both began to drift off course.

Both craft vibrated, shaking violently. More green blasts attacked the transport, which was dying quickly.

"Mutulisks!", one of the Gorgon crew members said. Sure enough, several Zerg mutalisks were flying on an intercept path towards the two crafts.

"Retain balance! Get this craft back on course!", the Starport commander yelled.

"Roger.", a crew member said. He pressed a button, and the afterburners of the Starport began to force the flying building upright again.

“If I die, I’ll kill ya!”, a Scottish voice over the radio yelled. Almost right after, the Hercules exploded.

Jones, who was hiding in the hangar saw the explosion from behind a parked Banshee. The cockpit opened and a young woman wearing her AH/G-24 stealth air suit, with its visor down. She pressed the button on her attached headpiece, and the visor went up.

The loud explosion shook the Starport, and the pilot crashed

The Banshee's pilot, and a set of crew members saw this, and their eyes widened as a chunk of metal flew towards the open hangar.

"Oh, shit!", one of the crew members yelled. The pilot and crew jumped out of the way, just as Jones bolted for cover.

The massive shard of metal flew through the door and struck the wall on the opposite side. Almost immediately, oxygen was sucked through the breach, people and boxes flying.

In the hall, Twilight was immediately pulled back as the flowing oxygen began to force her back. Luckily for her, the door was shut, and she was back pressed against the door.

Jones saw the Banshee pilot flying, and he immediately let go of the SCV he was dearly holding on to. He leapt and grabbed the pilot's arm using one hand, while grabbing the bottom wing of a hanging Wraith above him.

The pilot looked at him in shock, as Jones looked back at her with a straining expression. It was no question that his grip was slowly weakening.

An SCV jumped in, and began sealing the breach, the operator using its drill and claw. A minute later, the breach was sealed, the shard of metal welded into the hole. The Banshee pilot and Jones fell to the ground, landing on a Medivac.

Jones groaned as he rolled off the dropship. "Ah...hell. That was harder than I thought...", he muttered. He turned back and his eyes widened when he saw the Banshee pilot going after him.

"Hey, get back here!", the pilot said, as she jumped after the American tank commander through the Starport hangar.

The Gorgon Battlecruiser had intercepted the Starport, defending from the swarm of Mutalisks. The zerg flyers' glaive wurms fired at the massive cruiser, but the Relentless had more firepower, blasting away the Mutalisks with one shot kills. The Battlecruiser escorts were in formation up close defending the Gorgon. Another Battlecruiser was up close to the Starport, reaady to rescue it.

(By the way, glaive wurm is spelled glaive wurm)

Two more Hercules managed to dock with the Starport, on either side, and began to pull it towards the Relentless. The mutalisks blasted one of the Hercules, severely damaging it.

"Mayday, mayday!", one of the Starport's operators yelled. A blast struck the Starport, ripping a hole in the side.

The blast destroyed two of the hallways, killing everyone in that segment. Twilight, who was in the adjacent hall, was thrown against the wall. The craft couldn't take much more.

Twilight turned and saw an explosion across the hall. She could see the blackness of space through the breach. Before she could think anything of it, she was immediately pulled across the hall.

The Starport was pulled into the Gorgon, and almost immediately, artificial gravity taking effect. Twilight landed on the floor with a loud *thud*, right before she was sucked through the hole.

Jones and the Banshee pilot were wrestling in the middle of the hallway, before the gravity pulled back them down. The pilot crashed to the ground, before Jones landed on top of her, both dazed and stunned.

Jones looked down and saw the female pilot, unconscious under him. "Welp, bye!", he said. He quickly got up and ran off, leaving the pilot sprawled on the floor.

The doors opened, and the pilots and crew members of the Starport began to clear the whole place. The pilots and crew hurried out as medics and ship board firefighters entered.

Twilight enabled an invisibility spell, sneaking past the groups of Terrans. She looked up at the massive hangar, seeing a Wraith docked above her.

Twilight looked outside as a Mutalisk flew by, a Viking chasing it. A Wraith flew out of the hangar, immediately engaging in a chase against the swarm of Mutalisks.

Twiliggt watched as a squad of Terran marines walked by, followed by two Marauders. Behind those Marauders were a group of Firebats, a Ghost, and two Hellions making their way by Twilight, towards a Hercules.

Somewhere else, a massive Thor siege walker walked into another Hercules, followed by two siege tanks and a few marines. Several marines made their way into two Medivacs. The four transports lifted high, flying past the Starport and a nearby Factory. Four Vikings and two Wraiths flew with them.

Twilight looked around, before peeking up the hill. Her eyes widened when she saw Jones stumble out. She acted quickly and grabbed Jones, pulling him under the Starport ramp, as a Goliath stormed by.

"What are you doing?!", Twilight yelled in a whisper. "Are you trying to get killed?!"

"No, I'm trying to keep you from getting killed, Miss 'See Everything and Not Care About Risks', so excuse me!", Jones whispered back. Twilight was about to retort, but her eyes widened in realization.

"Oh.", Twilight whispered. "Sorry."

"Apologies later.", Jones said. "These guys are about to kill us all, so let's blow up wherever the hell we are and get out of here." Jones peeked out from under the ramp, to see the last group of marines walking away.

"OK, coast is clear. Let's move.", Jones said. The human and the pony slipped past the Starport, only to get spotted immediately.

"You!"

Jones turned around to see that same pilot standing at the edge of the ramp. Her helmet was folded back, and her suit's power tube was unhooked, dangling by her left arm. She had long brown hair tied back into a ponytail, with a few strands hanging in front of her face. She had fierce yellow eyes that glared right into Jones's soul.

"Uh oh.", Jones said, before booking it across the hangar. The Banshee pilot suddenly grew fire in her eyes, before chasing the tank commander at inhuman speed.

Twilight blinked as she stared at the two people running over siege tanks and Hellions, before sneaking away, still invisible.

"Hey, I saved your life!!", Jones cried.

"You're not Dominion!!", the pilot yelled.

Twilight slipped past Dominion crew members, stopping as one or two nearly walked into her. She spent an hour or so looking around, sneaking into the weapons rooms, armories, cargo bays, sleeping quarters, mess halls, trash compactor, and the engine room.

She ran into a Goliath in training, and she spent nearly an hour watching in amazement as the bipedal double jointed walker stormed around the room, firing at targets, as well as marines training under mech support. Then she remembered her mission and went to the engine room.

She looked out of the engine room and hurried out just as a technician walked in. Twilight looked around, before sneaking back to the hangar. An hour later, she walked back in, and stared wide eyed at what was in front of her.

Jones had pinned down the Banshee pilot, who was bound, gagged, and half buried by a pile of C-14 Gauss rifles. Jones looked up, smiling. "Oh, hey!", he said. "Did you find a way to blow up the place?"

"Yeah.", Twilight said, reluctantly. She was still surprised at the sight before her.

The pilot was yelling, her voice muffled. Twilight looked away. "Will she be alright?", she asked.

Jones held up a Terran flak pistol with both arms, like a rifle, aiming at the pilot. "She'll be fine, depending on her.", he said. "So, what'd you find?"

"Well...we don't need to blow it up, right?", Twilight asked. "I mean, we can just leave?"

"No, this whole thing is dangerous. We need to cut off their support and find a way to get back down there.", Jones said.

"We can't blow up this whole thing! It's too big! I couldn't get through half the place without getting lost!", Twilight said.

"I got it.", Jones said. "We'll blow up a hangar, and then leave. One of these things should take us back."

"Can you fly one of them?", Twilight asked.

"No...but I think we know someone who can.", Jones said. The two of them looked at the pilot hostage in front of them. She gulped nervously, before slumping in defeat.

Then a loud hum filled the air. Jones and Twilight turned to see a Medivac crash into the hangar, before hitting a Viking, the craft exploding. Twilight and Jones recoiled as the explosion shook the hangar.

The Medivac's ramp opened, and Jack and his guys walked out, smiling. "Hey, guys!", Jack said.

Twilight sighed as Jones looked to the pilot. "Wow.", he said. The pilot only nodded feebly.

Back on the ground

Lena shook her wings free of the rope, as the unconscious tank crew lay on the ground. She took her crossbow and slipped the strap over her shoulder. "Finally, this place is fucked up.", she muttered. She looked back at the base in the distance, which a German Panzer IV had left for patrolling.

She turned around and was about to take off, before she saw something on the ground. A single red dot shifted on the dirt, as if it were teasing her. Then the dot disappeared.

"Huh?", Lena muttered. Suddenly, something below burrowed from underground. A single big red eye stared up at the Pegasus mercenary.

"Huh?", Lena said. Then a humming sound caught her attention, making her look up.

A Raven drone hovered over the Pegasus, its cameras staring down at her. "Auto-turret engaged."

A little box dropped from the drone and landed next to the little red eye from the ground. The box unfolded into a massive Gatling Gauss cannon complete with gun shield and ammo box. The little antenna on the turret beeped red, and the gun clicked.

"Uh oh.", Lena said. She ducked out of the way behind the Panzer IV she just escaped as the turret opened fire at 54,000 rounds per minute. The object that was underground jumped out, revealing itself to be the four-legged Widow mine. The mine crawled towards Lena and fired its Sentinel fragmentation missile.

Lena looked up and saw the missile coming at her, and she shot away, flying. The missile struck the Panzer IV, completely shredding and killing whatever or whoever was near. Lena turned and saw the Widow mine and the Raven chasing after her. The auto-turret continued to shoot at Lena with its ridiculously high firing rate.

Gauss rounds shot past Lena, who was flying in the most panicked manner a Pegasus could fly. She kept looking back at her pursuers that she didn't see the AMR 33 in front of her. She plowed into the French cavalry tank with a loud clang, just as the commander saw the incoming threats.

"Feu!!", he yelled. The 7.5mm machine gun opened fire, and the rounds struck the Widow mine's legs and eye, immediately disabling it and rendering it threat-less. The Raven picked up its auto-turret and was ready to deploy it next to the tank, before a large rocket flew up and blew up the drone, a cloud of smoke in the air and neosteel raining from the cloud.

Lena turned to see a Japanese Type 2592 Chiyoda Armored Car behind the AMR 33, with a soldier wielding a smoking Type 4 AT 70mm rocket launcher, still aimed up at the sky. A Type 92 cavalry tank was not too far behind.

Lena smiled, before shooting away into the sky, leaving the French and Japanese patrol staring at the mercenary.