Chapters Titanfall-Shattered Skies
Prologue-Operation Homefront
Equestria Canterlot Castle
11:00 PM Princess Celestia, Ruler of Equestria, and Alicorn of the Sun, was not pleased at the moment. As she sorted through the requests of the Solar Court, she could only sigh with defeat and frustration clear, for a good reason.
It was the anniversary. Three years ago, Equestria had been visited by a race they had long considered myth.
Humans.
However, these humans were not what Celestia expected when they arrived. They were not diplomats, but soldiers. Not rulers, but generals. They called themselves…
The Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation, or the Remnant Fleet. They used the term IMC for short. They did come under an initial banner of peace, their leader General Marder asking only for necessary supplies and a place to regroup from their foes. When Celestia had asked who these foes were, Marder had sharply responded "It is none of your concern".
Slowly, the IMC's visit turned into a lengthy stay, then a takeover. The IMC started to integrate themselves into all walks of Equestrian life. Slowly, but surely, they took over valuable resources, food production sites, and factories of all kinds. However, because the IMC were donating technology the Equestrians could only dream of making, this was reluctantly accepted by the Diarchy.
Until Marder started to take more and more. Local governments started to defer to the IMC. Railroad hubs, industrial facilities, more and more went to the IMC's ever growing empire. Celestia, by this time, decided she had enough. She denounced the IMC in a fiery speech before the Equestrian council, and stated her intent to make them depart from Equis or face drastic action.
The IMC, however, had other plans. During a session of the Equestrian Council will every alicorn present, General Marder gave his response, backed up by IMC Grunts and Spectres. There, he uttered a statement that would shape the next three years for Equestria and their worldly allies.
"Your world now belongs to the IMC. Obey and prosper. Resist...and face destruction."
And so it was. The IMC, facing resistance every step of the way, took over the whole of Equis. The Diarchy was no more. Celestia and Luna, Cadance and Twilight still held power, but the new source of authority was General Marder. His new vision began. Equestrians were ruled under a new regime. All excess food and supplies were "donated" to the IMC stationed there. Many fit stallions and mares from the Equestrian Guard units were press-ganged into the IMC Military. Large industrial complexes dominated the land. Forests were reduced, The Everfree halved in size. Ponyville became a sort of resort for IMC forces. Canterlot, once a proud city, was now the official Capital of the IMC Protectorate known as Calvary. To General Marder, it was the ultimate IMC fortress world, larger than Typhon.
And for all the IMC had done, Celestia and nearly the whole of Equestria despised them. Though a few fledgling groups advocated violent resistance, riots, whatever it took to drive them away, Celestia's own opinion was of passive resistance. Whenever General Marder was off-world, ponies would engage in small acts of sabotage. From hiding food supplies from IMC agents, to defusing IMC ordinance as it went down the assembly line.
Whenever Marder was gone, the brave few gathered and acted. When he was present, no one dared act.
Except the one alicorn Marder deferred judgement to.
Celestia groaned at that knowledge, knowing that the only reason she remained a Princess was because Marder allowed it. She could remember his exact words, clear as glass.
"I need you in power to control this world. However, disappoint me, and you will know how you are replaceable in every way."
"Princess?"
Celestia looked up to see an IMC Grunt appear. Celestia inwardly thanked the soldier. The IMC human forces were known to a little bit more grateful to the Equestrians. A few IMC Lieutenants were even kind to the ponies they oversaw. Others were just...monsters. Many were in between.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked.
"General Marder to see you." he said.
"Let him in."
Marder appeared, thanked the Grunt, and sat down.
"Hello, Princess." he said. "Care for a drink?"
"No, but thank you." Celestia said. "What do I owe this to?"
"There has been a new development in the IMC High Command." he said. "The terrorists known as the Frontier Militia have been moving closer to our Core Systems. As such, I will need three more local divisions ready in one to three month's time. Can you make sure that happens?"
"I will see." Celestia said. "However, your exacting specifications make it difficult to find recruits that meet them. And as I have said before, I do not approve of conscription by force."
"I understand." Marder said. "However, this does not change my request. Three divisions by three month's time. Fully trained and ready."
Celestia merely nodded.
"I must go." Marder said. "I am supervising Operation: Homefront. The Militia will make it to the Core in due time. We will stop them and end our defensive battle, once and for all."
"Good luck." Celestia said, quickly adding inside her mind "You monster."
"Thank you." Marder said. "However…"
He paused as he began to leave.
"There is no such thing as luck, Princess. Only fate and the decisions of man."
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As Celestia watched Marder depart in a Goblin dropship, she decided it was time to rest. She headed for her chambers, only to see her sister Luna approach.
"What is it?" Celestia asked.
"Twilight wrote me." Luna said. "There was a disturbance in Ponyville regarding an IMC Soldier and a group of vigilantes."
"How so?" Celestia asked. "Walk with me."
As they began to walk, side by side, Luna sighed.
"A few disgruntled...and drunk...stallions who had failed the IMC Entrance Exam decided to take their anger out on the next IMC soldier they saw. The stallions beat him half to death before several onlookers restrained the assailants. The stallions are in IMC Custody, and the soldier is recovering, but…"
"But what?" Celestia asked.
"A few of the soldiers' comrades are talking about getting payback of their own." Luna groaned. "Twilight is torn, and needs advice. She doesn't want to see any more humans or ponies injured."
Celestia and Luna approached the Solar Princess's bedrooms, and they stopped.
"Tell Twilight that must settle both sides. Declare that the IMC soldiers are and will not attack anypony more. In exchange, these ruffians will be held accountable for the soldier's injuries and medical costs. Also, if possible, Twilight could ask the soldier himself what he would want to happen."
"Seems fair." Luna said. "Celestia, though I admire your pacifism, we can't stay on the sidelines forever."
"I know." Celestia said. "You didn't hear me say this, but these Militia, whoever they are, would most likely treat us better than the IMC ever did should they come."
"I agree." Luna said. "However, don't say that in public."
"I won't." Celestia obliged. "Luna...good night."
"Good night."
As the Princesses parted for bed, in planetary orbit, Marder entered the bridge of a newly-constructed cruiser, the IMS Defiant.
"Take us to our staging point, full speed ahead." Marder ordered. The Grunts heeded his command, and seven IMC cruisers warped away.
Author's Note
yep, new story!
Titanfall-Shattered Skies
Chapter 1-On the Other Side of Hell
Planet Harmony
MCS Supercarrier James MacAllan II
"Commander Briggs, I've found something!"
Sarah Briggs, Commander of the Marauder Corps and the SRS, turned to the intelligence team stationed near her on the Bridge.
"What'd you find?" she asked.
"Multiple IMC warp signatures, coming from this cluster here." one Grunt said. "They're heading here, by our projections."
Sarah looked at the terminal screen. The projected destination was near the edge of Militia-held space, around the Domino Planetary Cluster.
"What's the weather like?" Briggs asked.
"Heavy IMC presence." another Grunt said. "The Domino Cluster's been seeing a lot of activity lately, and given its relative distance to Harmony, it could serve as a staging point."
Briggs frowned. The IMC may have lost the Battle of Typhon, and they were still a force to be reckoned with, but a direct strike on the Militia homeworld?
That was suicide.
"Get me Admiral Graves." she said. "I need to speak to him regarding this."
"I'll upload the intel to your datapad." a Grunt said. Briggs thanked the soldier as she left for her office.
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"Domino?" the face of Marcus Graves showed rare surprise.
"Yes, sir." Briggs said. "We don't know why the IMC are headed there, they just are. However, if the IMC is preparing to attack Harmony…"
"It could be a problem, that left unsolved, could mean disaster." Graves finished. "Commander, find out what the IMC are up to. I'll see what else I can find. What ships are currently in-system?"
"Three, sir." Briggs said. "MCS Cruisers Baron and Kimberley, and light destroyer Cyclone."
"Take them." Graves said. "Recon the area, and if engaged, retaliate. Until that happens, if it does, keep a low profile. The IMC has grown crafty since Typhon. We can't have another disaster like Broadsword."
"Yes, sir." Briggs said.
"Good luck." Graves said as the connection ended. Briggs sighed, and put together a briefing package for the three Militia ships.
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A few hours later, the Captains of the three ships told Briggs they were ready to go, and awaiting her orders. The four ships made quite the intimidating presence. The Baron and Kimberley were standard Cruisers, built for all-around use. The Cyclone was meant for small skirmishes, but the James MacAllan II?
She was built for anything. She was twice as big as a standard Militia Cruiser, and boasted heavier weapons and a greatly improved superstructure. She was the pride and joy of the Militia Fleet, and their newest flagship.
Briggs headed to the bridge, and took the Captain's terminal.
"Commander, all three escort vessels are green." the helmsman said. "Ready to jump on your command."
"Let's not waste any time, Lt Adams, take us out." Briggs said. As the four Militia ships jumped into the beyond, Briggs gave a small smile.
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IMC Rally Point
General Marder stood on the bridge of the IMS Defiant, looking over a concerning message. Apparently one of the light cruisers assigned to the Operation, the Sparrowhawk, had suffered an technical problem and would arrive later than usual. What concerned General Marder was not the report, but the fact that any IMC ship given clearance to the operation was given the coordinates of Equis, in case the operation failed.
Marder sent his reply to the Sparrowhawk's captain, and sat down.
"Prepare for battle." he ordered. As the IMC crew took their stations, the Militia vessels appeared outside the range of IMC scanners, near a large moon.
"Commander, I'm counting ten IMC vessels, unknown design." One grunt said. Briggs looked over at the console. These IMC ships were new to her. Unlike the standard IMC cruiser, these were sleek and agile, and from what Briggs could tell, just as armed and armored.
"Radio home." Briggs said. "Tell Admiral Graves I'm requesting reinforcements."
"Yes, ma'am."
As the Grunts sent Briggs's message, Sarah pulled up a holomap of the occupied area.
"Commander, we've got an IMC destroyer, port side!" one Grunt said.
"Show me!" Briggs said. "And scramble its comms!"
As the Grunts activated the Comms Jammer, Briggs watched the small vessel appear. This one was standard, more bulky and broad.
"Commander, do we engage?" a Grunt asked.
"We will." Briggs replied. "Prep a team for boarding, task is seizure. We're taking that ship."
"We don't have any assault craft." a Grunt said. "Our Titan bays aren't operational yet."
"But our friends are." Briggs said. "Baron, this is MacAllan II."
"Ellis here." said the Captain of the MCS Baron.
"Have your best Pilots board that destroyer." Briggs said. "We'll need a way to get past the IMC scanners without detection."
"Roger that." Ellis said. "I have Pilot McKenna's team on standby."
"Thank you, Captain." Briggs said. "Pilot?"
"McKenna here." said a male, experienced voice. "I understand we're boarding that destroyer?"
"Indeed." Briggs said. "Just remember, I want that ship intact."
"We'll do our best, Commander. McKenna out."
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As Daniel McKenna entered the Drop Bay, he nodded to his Vanguard-Class Titan, IN-2632.
"Pilot, I understand we are boarding an IMC Light Destroyer." IN said in a damp, male tone. "I have uploaded relevant schematics to your Helmet."
"Thanks, Indy." Daniel said as he entered his Titan, the attending MRVN swinging to salute. "We set, team?"
"This is Sean Walker, all set."
"Sasha Voryunov, ready to go."
"Kelly Anderson, swords out."
"Helena Sieman, all green."
"This is Romero, ready for action."
"This is Chase Dawes, spun up and ready."
"Alright, Pilots!" Daniel barked. "We are boarding and capturing an IMC Destroyer currently off out starboard bow. Just so we're clear, we are capturing and not destroying! Am I understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" the other Pilots chorused.
"Standby for Titanfall!" Daniel said as the launch chute opened, and the seven Titans hurtled towards the unsuspecting cruiser.
"Their shields are down!" Romero said. "They're in the dark!"
"Activate magnetics! Now!" Daniel ordered. The Pilots activated their Titan's magnetic feet and latched onto the unsuspecting IMC Cruiser's outer hull.
"We're latched!" Chase said, raising his Legion's Predator Cannon. "Schematics show an upper landing pad straight ahead."
"Then we'll insert there." Daniel said, his Vanguard motioning forward. As the Titans walked along the hull, Daniel notified Commander Briggs of their status.
"Good work Pilot." she said. "However, don't get too cocky. We don't know what's onboard that carrier."
"Understood." Daniel said. The Titans approached the landing pad, and Daniel lowered himself and his Titan into the landing well above the Hangar floor.
"Clear." he said, surveying the empty hangar. "Move in."
As soon as Daniel stepped into the Hangar deck, a red fan of light scanned his Titan, followed by alarms blaring.
"UNAUTHORIZED TITAN DETECTED. SEALING HANGAR DECK."
Then, a bright blue screen came over the landing bay, sealing Daniel off from his teammates.
"Damn it!" Daniel cursed. "Find another way in! We'll link up sooner or later!"
"Roger that." Sasha said as the shutters closed. "Good luck!"
Daniel exited his Titan and loaded his R201 Carbine, eyeing the entrance.
"Pilot, I am detecting movement outside." IN spoke. "Analysis indicates it is a squad of IMC Spectres."
"Roger." Daniel said, taking cover and taking out an Arc Grenade. "When they enter, smoke 'em."
"Understood." IN said, mounting his XO16 on a dropship. As the doors opened, five Spectres appeared, armed with assault rifles. Daniel threw the grenade, and it landed in the midst of the robot infantry. It detonated, and the Spectres short-circuited. Daniel fired a magazine into the group, dispatching them.
"Daniel, this is Kelly." came the voice of Daniel's second. "We've found a side hangar with its shields down. So far, the IMC doesn't know we're here."
"That may have changed." Daniel said. "I just took out a team of Spectres. I'm en route with IN to your position now."
"Understood." Kelly replied. "We'll hold until you arrive."
As Daniel and his Titan entered the corridors of the ship, Daniel shuddered slightly.
"Something's not right." he said to himself. "Whatever it is, it can't be good."
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Ponyville, Castle of Friendship
"Twilight?"
Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, turned to Spike who was carrying a letter.
"Letter from Celestia." he said. "More stuff from the IMC."
"Great." Twilight moaned. "What else could happen today?"
Twilight unfurled the letter, and began to read.
Twilight,
I just wanted to let you know that General Marder has departed the system with a good portion of the IMC Defense fleet. I think now is the time to...disrupt the IMC's authority here a little bit. Nothing too big, but I'll leave this to you.
Celestia.
P.S.-Burn this letter when you are done reading it.
Twilight read it, and tossed the scroll into the fireplace.
"Spike?" she said.
"Yes?" Spike replied, with a raised eyebrow.
"Let's take a walk." Twilight smiled. "There's some things I need to pick up around town."
"Alright." Spike said as he hopped on her back. "Mind telling me what was in that letter?"
"Nothing important." Twilight lied. "Let's go."
As they strolled into town, Twilight was already formulating a plan in her mind as to what she could do.
Author's Note
Update!
Next Time-The Militia discovers Equestria through the seized IMC vessel, and forms a plan to bypass the defense grid. And Twilight has a surprise for the IMC foundry in Ponyville...
Titanfall-Shattered Skies
Chapter 2-Search and Seizure
As Daniel and his Titan sneaked through the walkways of the IMC destroyer, Daniel's R201 Carbine jumped from shadow to shadow, each time prepared for the unfortunate IMC Soldier that wasn't there.
"There are minimal lifesigns aboard this ship, Pilot." IN-2632 spoke. "All signatures are on the bridge, 200 yards straight ahead."
"Understood." Daniel spoke. "Can you hack into the systems on this ship?"
"Negative." the Vanguard-Class replied. "They are coded in a new algorithm I have not recognized. I will keep attempting to breach in the meantime.."
"Hold up..." Daniel said. "Take cover!"
As Daniel and his Titan hid behind a large corner, masking the two of them, three IMC Grunts guarded a door, and from the look of things, were not prepared for battle. Daniel tuned in to their radios, and listened in.
"...You know, I miss Calvary and R/R already. Ponyville was so nice." one Grunt said.
"Yeah, too bad we had to leave." another shrugged. "At least the Militia doesn't know it exists."
"Ponyville? Calvary?" Daniel whispered to himself. "IN, what is that?"
"Unknown." IN replied. "There are no IMC bases, settlements, or occupied planets with those names in the Militia database."
"Then let's find out for ourselves." Daniel said as he dropped the three of them with his suppressed R201. "Find us a terminal."
"There is one down the hallway, Pilot." IN said. "I will hold position and watch for any signs of detection."
Daniel headed to the computer console, and inserted his Data Knife. As the automated tool hacked into the Ship's database, he started to browse through the files in the ship's database.
"I've got coordinates and plans for an "Operation: Homecoming"." Daniel said. "And...more coordinates. IN, run these. I don't recognize them."
"Understood." IN spoke. "These coordinates are placed outside of the Frontier, in unexplored space near edge of the Domino Cluster. We are currently within jump distance to this location. I will alert Commander Briggs."
"Roger. Romero, you read?" Daniel asked.
"We're here." Romero replied. "We're ready to breach topside on the well deck."
"Belay that breach." Daniel said. "I've got a major intel cache here. Can you relay it to the Commander?"
"Understood, and yes." Romero said. "But...our orders were to take this ship, right?"
"Not anymore." Briggs said over the comms. "Pilot McKenna, gather all the intel you can about this Calvary. Then, we'll move out and find out what we're dealing with."
"Roger that." Daniel said, browsing through the systems. "I've got bypass codes for their Anti-Orbital Defenses, troop locations, and a schedule from General Marder himself. I think we've got what I can. Any more intrusions could lock me out of the system."
"Roger that." Briggs said. "Pilots, pull out and return home."
"Understood." Daniel said. As he pulled out his Data Knife and embarked into his Titan, they entered the hallway and sprinted full speed for the Well Deck.
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As they entered the Well Deck, Daniel saw his team waiting for him inside their Titans.
"What took you so long?" Helena asked. "Did all that intel slow your Titan down?"
"Maybe." Daniel said. "Kick the door."
"Roger that." Romero said as his Tone Titan smacked the door switch. As the well deck opened, and the pull of space made itself known, the Titans activated their magnetic feet.
"We're in position, launching." Daniel said as they released their various handholds. The Titans rocketed out into space, towards the waiting Militia ships.
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As Daniel handed Commander Briggs his data knife once they were aboard the MacAllan II, the MCOR leader began sifting through the gathered intel.
"There's a lot here, Pilot." Briggs said. "From what I can tell, this Calvary is just as heavily defended as Typhon. We'll have a hard time passing through their AOD if we're detected."
"I don't think that'll be a problem." Daniel said. "These clearance codes should get us through their defense grid. The only problems are finding a landing zone, and remaining undetected. And if this world is IMC, there's going to be local support forces we'll have to deal with."
"Also true." Briggs said. "Admiral Graves, your opinion?"
The image of Marcus Graves clutched his chin, deep in thought.
"I'm on the fence." Graves replied. "This could prove to be the final nail in the Remnant Fleet's coffin, if we're lucky. However, we lost too much on Typhon. This could be a trap, one that could leave us vulnerable."
"Admiral, I've learned that sometimes the best way to avoid a trap is to spring it." Daniel said with bravery clear in his voice. "If the IMC believe that this world is still secure, an attack will catch them off guard. We'll have an advantage right off the bat that way. Furthermore, we've got the necessary clearance codes to bypass their AOD. Once we land on the ground, we can disable their entire defense grid and pave the way for an invasion."
Graves was silent for a few moments.
"Pilot McKenna, was it?"
"Yes, sir."
Graves gave a hearty chuckle.
"You remind me of MacAllan himself, Pilot. Green light is given. Find this planet and establish an insertion zone. I'll personally round up our reserve Home Fleet and follow once their AOD is down. However, this operation will rest on your shoulders. Pilot McKenna, take your best and secure the LZ once we land."
"Understood." Daniel said.
"Good luck."
Briggs and Daniel saluted as Graves's image faded. The Grunts and bridge crew looked to the commander, who took the helm.
"Lt, punch it. Get us there fast." Briggs said. "We'll hit them with everything we have."
"Yes, ma'am!"
As the four Militia ships jumped away, aboard the IMS Sparrowhawk, there was a considerable uproar. Not only were three Grunts dead under unclear circumstances, but a large intrusion into the IMC network had been detected. The Sparrowhawk's Captain groaned as he radioed General Marder.
"What is it?" Marder asked.
"General, we've got a problem." the Captain said. "While we were undergoing repairs, three Grunts were KIA by an unknown hostile. Furthermore, a large network breach was recently detected. I believe Calvary may be compromised."
Marder was silent for several moments.
"Make full speed to Calvary." he said. "Make sure the Militia have not made it there. If so, alert the fleet with haste and do not engage. Keep communications open at all costs."
"Yes, sir!" the Captain said. "We'll proceed there immediately."
As Marder's image faded, the Captain gave his commands. The Sparrowhawk jumped to Calvary, unaware they had already failed their mission.
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As Twilight Sparkle and Spike headed for the IMC airbase in Ponyville field, the alicorn's mind was already formulating ideas for her little act of defiance.
"I could blow the base by hitting their reactor...no, that would alert every IMC soldier in Ponyville...Maybe I can arrange an inspection and while I'm at it, cut the power...yeah, that might work."
"Twilight?"
She turned to see Spike look at her curiously.
"Just thinking, Spike." she said. "Nothing to worry about."
"Alright…" Spike said, somewhat unconvinced. "What are we doing at the base?"
"A routine inspection." Twilight lied. "Shouldn't take long."
"I hope so." Spike murmured as they approached the base entrance. The two IMC Grunts manning the gate saluted and opened the doors for them.
"Thank you, soldier." Twilight said. "I'm here for an inspection, to make sure everything's in order. Where is the base commander?"
"I'll take you to him, ma'am." one Grunt said. "Pierce, guard the gate."
"Yes, sir."
As the three of them headed for the base HQ, Twilight let her eyes wander, investigating every soldier intently.
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In orbit above Ponyville, the four Militia ships entered the system, and began their descent towards the IMC defense grid.
"Commander, IMC comms." one Grunt said from his station. "They're requesting our codes for AOD clearance."
"Transmitting now." Briggs said. "I hope this works…"
As if on cue, a voice came over the comms.
"AOD is standing down, defense codes accepted. Have a nice day, Captain Rais. Ponyville airbase is open."
"Roger that." Briggs said, ending the connection. "Cyclone, this is MacAllan II. Remain in orbit and notify us if our cover is blown. Kimberley, Baron, you're with us. We'll hit the ground running with everything we have."
"Yes, ma'am." Captains Ellis and Hearst replied. "Dropships are loading up. Ready to deploy on your mark."
As the three Militia ships entered low orbit and then the atmosphere, Briggs nodded to McKenna and his team. They left the bridge and headed for the hangar, ready for battle.
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As Twilight and Spike entered the main HQ, every Grunt and Spectre present swung to salute upon their entry.
"At ease." Twilight said. "I'm here for an inspection."
"Yes, ma'am." one Grunt said. "I'm Commander Lyons. I'm proud to report base is functioning at 75 percent. We've been having technical issues with the turret grid."
"What kind of issues?" Twilight asked. The Commander brought her and Spike over to a console, where a readout was displayed in orange.
"Ever since the database was updated, the turrets have been having a hard time recognizing allied and IMC signatures. We're working on purging their targeting systems and reorienting them, but it's slow going. My apologies."
"No need." Twilight said. "What about this base's power supply?"
"Generators are functioning." the Commander replied. "They're safely guarded near the barracks."
"Show me." Twilight said. "I'd like to take a look for myself."
As the three of them left, one Grunt noticed a large amount of unknown inbound signatures.
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As the seven squadrons of Militia dropships soared over a forest, Daniel pulled up a holographic map.
"It's almost time!" he barked. "Be briefed or be sorry, men!"
"Yes, sir!" the Grunts said.
"Our primary objective is to take this air-base, which can serve as a LZ for our heavy dropships and eventually our fleet vessels. However, it is protected by five anti-air flak turrets. Our primary objective is shutting those turrets down. Once we're in, we'll move out to this nearby town. The IMC do not know we are here, and I don't intend to let them know anytime soon. Keep your weapons tight and watch out for locals. Am I understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" the Grunts chorused.
"Load weapons!" Daniel barked. As the Militia ground forces loaded their weapons, Daniel headed up to the cockpit to watch the insertion point for any sign of trouble.
"Insertion in five...four...three...two...one...mark!" Daniel said. "Fire cables and deploy! Go, go, go!"
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As the IMC Commander and Twilight walked across the airstrip towards the Generators, their ears perked up at the noise of dropship engines.
"HQ, what's going on?" the Commander asked.
"Unknown signatures approaching the base." a Grunt said. "They're not responding to comms hails. Should we open fire?"
"Negative." the Commander said. "I want a positive ID before anything happens. Weapons down but ready, am I clear?"
"Yes sir, bringing all functional turrets online." came the reply. As three IMC Heavy Turrets hummed to life, the dropships appeared over the airbase. As they entered a holding pattern, they fired ziplines towards the ground. Human soldiers ziplined to the ground, and upon seeing them, the IMC commander flinched and went for his radio.
"Militia hostiles! I repeat, hostiles…" he barked into the radio.
That is, until his helmet was blown off by gunfire. Twilight and Spike looked on in shock as the shooter, a Pilot, approached and snagged the radio. Twilight could see for herself that he was not aligned with the IMC.
"What's going on out there? What Militia hostiles?" the Grunt on the other end asked.
"Negative on those hostiles. All clear." the Pilot said as he smashed the radio. "As for you two, I don't know who or what you are, but stay down."
Then, the Pilot took off, leaping onto a wall and seamlessly parkouring into the HQ's upper floors. There was distant gunfire, and Twilight watched the Turrets lower to the ground, deactivated.
"Twilight, what's going on?' Spike asked, staring at the Militia Grunts, who were spreading out across the base.
"I don't know, but I don't like it." Twilight said. "Let's head home before we get shot."
As Twilight and Spike teleported away, Daniel removed his Data Knife from the Turret Console and drew his RE45 Autopistol from its holster.
"Hold it, Pilot!" a voice called out. Daniel turned to see five IMC Grunts appear with loaded weapons ready. "You're outnumbered!"
"Am I outnumbered?" Daniel replied. "Or are you?"
Before the Grunts could react, Daniel kicked the Commander's desk over for use as cover, as an IMC turret shredded the area with .50 cal AP rounds, filling the Grunts quite literally, full of holes. Daniel nodded to himself, grabbed an EVA-8 Shotgun from one of the bodies, and began his run down the hall towards the lower floor.
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As the Militia began their attack, the citizens of Ponyville were awoken by the sound of dropship engines and distant gunfire. They exited their homes to find the IMC soldiers in a furor, a few still even in their civilian clothes.
"We've got hostiles at the airbase!" one IMC Lieutenant cried out. "Everyone to their homes and shelter in place! We'll handle this! Grunts, move out!"
As the IMC Grunts hustled towards the base, they didn't notice a Recon Dropship patrolling the skies.
"PIlot McKenna, this is Whiteout 1-3." the Crew Chief said. "Large mass of IMC hostiles incoming towards your location."
"Roger that, Whiteout." McKenna replied. "Deploy our remaining troops into the town! We'll hit them from both sides!"
"Understood, Crows incoming."
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The IMC didn't have to wait long to engage the Militia. Once the IMC reached the base's perimeter, they were greeted not only with fire from the Turrets, but from Militia Grunts, who were turning the base defenses against the IMC. Not only was the field littered with Arc traps, but satchel charges were scattered about, ready to detonate.
As the explosions echoed, Daniel leaped over and atop the wall, and he opened fire with his R201.
"Grunt, sitrep!" he ordered.
"We caught the IMC off-guard, Pilot!" one soldier said, as he opened fire with a Flatline. "I don't know how long that'll be the case, though!"
"Roger that, soldier. Hold them here. I'll be behind their lines, causing chaos." Daniel said as he grappled into a forested area. As he ran through the trees, he shot a few unlucky IMC Grunts.
"IN, you in position for a drop?" he asked his Titan over the radio.
"i will be ready in one minute, fifteen seconds." IN-2632 replied.
"Roger that!" Daniel said as he took cover from a Grunt with a Spitfire LMG. As the Grunt panicked and emptied his entire magazine, Daniel slid out of cover and dropped the Grunt as he fumbled for a new magazine.
"Amateur." Daniel said as he advanced forward. "It's rule number one of combat. Check your ammo count."
Daniel soon entered a town populated mostly by thatch and wood buildings, but even here there was signs of IMC presence. Posters with IMCc recruitment messages were everywhere, and a few guard posts stood out from the rustic nature.
Daniel slowed down and loaded his captured EVA-8, pumping a round into the chamber. As he approached what seemed to be a Crystalline tree, a few bullets impacted above him. He rolled though a window and opened fire on the Grunts that caught him off-guard.
"Two Riflemen, one Sniper." Daniel said to himself. He yanked a Frag Grenade from its pouch and pulled the pin.
"This should do it!" he whispered as he hurled it towards the Grunts. He wasn't intending to kill them, rather to force them out of cover and into his field of fire.
As the Grunts rolled out of the Grenade's radius, Daniel opened fire. He dropped two of them, but the third lunged for the Pilot, wielding a knife.
Daniel sidestepped and kneed the Grunt in the side, before he threw him to the ground, and planted his knife in the soldier's head. Dusting off his hands, he surveyed the area.
Then he noticed the purple equine and lizard from the airbase watching him in horror.
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Twilight watched the Pilot in shock as he advanced, one hand on his sidearm, the other raised in a "peace" gesture.
"You two okay?" he asked. "You hit?"
"We're fine." Twilight said. "Identify yourself, Pilot."
"Captain Daniel McKenna, Pilot, Marauder Corps." Daniel said. "Frontier Militia."
"Frontier Militia?" Twilight asked. "You're with the terrorists the IMC told us about."
"We're not terrorists, despite the propaganda." Daniel said. "We're fighting to free the Frontier from the IMC. And now, apparently you as well. Keep your heads down, and only come out when the shooting stops."
Before Twilight or Spike could respond, he had already rolled out the window to rejoin the battle. Twilight then shook her head and took Spike upstairs to hunker down.
Author's Note
Update!
Next time-A Battle of Attrition begins as the IMC rally and begin fighting the Militia. Meanwhile, Admiral Graves leads the Militia's reserve Home Fleet to Cavalry, hoping to reinforce Briggs and the MCOR...
Titanfall-Shattered Skies
Chapter 3-Battle for Ponyville, Part One
As Daniel rolled over the shattered window, and back into the battle, he cracked a grin. The Militia forces had taken the airbase, and were pushing the IMC forces back towards the town. Not only that, the Reserve Home Fleet under Marcus Graves had arrived, and were currently thrashing the IMC ships in orbit.
Suffice to say, this had turned into more than a simple recon operation. This was now a Battle of Attrition.
Just how Daniel liked it. As he fired his R201 into a crowd of Grunts, he seamlessly leaped onto a billboard and began to wall-run. The surviving Grunts returned fire, but their shots were inaccurate and hastily fired.
"Amateurs." Daniel muttered. He jumped off the wall and leaped through a window, rolling to a stop as he raised his R201.
Only to freeze at the sight of what he assumed were the inhabitants of this world. There were about twenty of them sheltered in the floor he now occupied, and they, for lack of a better word, were frightened.
Daniel gave a thumbs-up and leaped out the window once more, before rolling into an abandoned coffee shop. The IMC Grunts immediately resumed fire, pinning the Pilot down. He reached for a grenade, only finding an empty pouch instead.
"Fuck!" he swore. "Commander Briggs, Pilot McKenna. Is my Titan ready?"
"He's waiting on your call, Pilot." Commander Briggs's voice replied.
"Send it." Daniel said gravely.
"Understood. Standby for Titanfall."
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As a few curious ponies ventured to the window, they heard an odd droning noise coming from above. Then, there was a blast of wind and dust that obscured their vision.
As it cleared, they gasped. It was a machine the IMC called a "Titan", though this one wasn't like the IMC models used in most applications.
This one was moderately armored and built, with a lean frame. A powerful XO16 Chaingun lay on its rear mount, and two missile pods flared open. A blue energy shield emerged, and the Pilot seized his chance. Running like hell, he slid into the shield as the Titan's large hand caught him.
As the Titan deposited the Pilot into the cockpit, it drew the XO16.
"AI offline." the Titan said in a rich, deep voice. "Pilot Mode engaged."
The IMC Grunts did two things once they realized what they were facing.
A few stood and fired their weapons, only to be turned into red paste by a barrage of Acolyte missiles.
The remainder turned tail and ran. Daniel activated his Titan's speaker system, and decided to have a little fun at the IMC's expense.
"That's right, you bastards! RUN!" he taunted. "There's plenty more where that came from!"
As the Titan boosted forward and tore off into the main battlefield, Twilight and Spike watched from afar using a telescope.
"That's a new one." Twilight said, quickly jotting down a sketch of the Titan using her magic. "I've never seen that Titan chassis before."
"Who cares?" Spike said, his teeth chattering. "What do we do now?"
"We shelter in place." Twilight said, wrapping her legs around him. "And everything will be alright."
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As the battle continued, the remaining Pilots on the ground called in their own Titans. Sasha's Northstar Titan immediately took to the skies, while the usual partnership of Sean and Chase took off in their Scorch and Legion Titans.
That left Kelly's Ronin, Romero's Tone and Helena's Ion directing the troops fresh from the dropships towards the battle.
"You're late!" Kelly harped at Daniel as the Vanguard and its Pilot approached.
"Got sidetracked." Daniel said. "What's our situation?"
"We've got the IMC on the run!" a Grunt reported. "We've taken out their comms and turrets, and Admiral Graves has their fleet in pieces!"
"Don't let up." Daniel said. "It's not over until it's over. Push the attack."
"Yes, sir!"
As the Grunt relayed the Pilot's orders, Romero gave Daniel a slap on the metal shoulder.
"So, what's the plan?" the Spectre asked.
"The plan?" Daniel replied. "We kick the IMC's ass from here to orbit."
"I like that plan." Helena said, priming her Ion's Splitter Rifle. "Lead the way."
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The citizens of Ponyville didn't know what was going on. It had been a typical morning about an hour ago. Now, a full-fledged battle between the IMC and these "Militia" had erupted. The air was filled with gunfire and yells, and the sounds of Titans dropping in from the sky crashed through their eardrums.
Many had sheltered at Ponyville Town Hall, and had barricaded the door with chairs and furniture. Among them were five of the six Element Bearers, and their siblings.
"I don't like this." Rainbow said, peeking out a window. "Who are those humans? Why are they fighting the IMC?"
"Don't know, don't care." Applejack replied. "What I do care about is if we live to see the end of this."
"I agree." Rarity said. "I hope it ends soon."
As the cacophony of battle continued, the Militia forces began to push the IMC back and out of the town. Militia Crow dropships had the skies full of reinforcements, and several Militia vessels were entering the skies above the town to engage the IMC vessels that attempted to retreat.
As Daniel took up a defensive position with his Titan near a Militia rampart made of patio chairs and carts, he ordered a sitrep.
"The IMC's retreating!" a Grunt replied. "We've gained air superiority and cut off their comms. They're on their heels and running!"
"Keep it up!" Daniel said, returning fire against a team of IMC Spectres. "We're not out of this yet!"
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In orbit, Commander Briggs had her hands full. IMC Comms had been downed successfully, and the Defensive Fleet was in disarray. Right now, Briggs was picking off straggling IMC vessels using the MacAllan II while the Baron and Kimberley supplied troops and Titans to the surface.
"Pilot, Admiral Graves's fleet is inbound!" a Grunt cried. "T-minus one mike!"
"Roger!" Briggs replied. "Target that IMC Destroyer, full broadside!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
As the MacAllan's defensive guns and missiles bombarded the IMC Fleet, Graves's fleet tore into combat positions. Consisting of three large carriers, seven battlecruisers, and many more support ships, Graves took the lead from the MCS Nightingale, a veteran carrier. They immediately slammed into the defensive vessels with missiles and point defense shots.
"Commander Briggs, this is Admiral Graves. Head to the surface, we'll cover you from orbital attack." Graves ordered.
"Understood." Briggs replied. "We're heading downstairs. Expecting a warm welcome, Admiral?"
"Possibly." Graves said as the IMC Remnant Fleet appeared as well, bearing down in front of the Militia. "Reinforce our troops on the LZ. I'll deal with the IMC."
"Roger." Briggs said as the Cyclone, Baron, Kimberley, and MacAllan II began to descend. "Good luck, Admiral."
"Same to you, Commander. Graves out."
Author's Note
Update!
Next time-The Battle of Attrition concludes in an IMC defeat. Briggs prepares to address the Citizens of Ponyville, and Celestia must choose a side.
Titanfall-Shattered Skies
Chapter 4-Battle for Ponyville, Part Two
Commander Briggs looked over a holographic display on the MacAllan II's bridge, viewing the battle below. The IMC forces were falling back, and the Militia Grunts and Pilots were in pursuit. Furthermore, the initial objectives for the operation had been completed. The IMC's comms relay was down, and their turrets were disabled.
Briggs smiled, knowing the element of surprise was completely on the side of the Militia.
"Lt, grab me a Crow." Briggs said. "I'm heading down."
"Roger that!"
As Briggs headed to the hangar, meanwhile the Militia had not only gained the upper han, they had surrounded the remaining IMC Grunts and Spectres inside Ponyville Park.
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"Surround them!" Daniel ordered from his Titan. "Don't let them escape!"
As the Militia Grunts moved to surround the IMC, Daniel disembarked from his Titan and reloaded his R201. Sliding into cover, he motioned for three Grunts to move up.
Then, the gunfire ceased. Daniel stood up to see several Militia Grunts had the IMC on their knees, disarmed.
"Good work." Daniel said. "Radio our ships in orbit. We've won. Secure the perimeter."
As the Militia Grunts started to cheer, while others rounded up the prisoners, Daniel stopped at a final Crow dropship landing near their position. Commander Briggs disembarked, and the assembled Militia forces snapped to salute.
"Everyone, good work." Briggs said. "The IMC are completely unaware of our position here."
"Now what?" Daniel asked.
"Now, Pilot McKenna?" she replied. "Find the locals. I'm not one for fancy speeches, but I can give it a try."
"Roger that." Daniel said. "Two squads, with me!"
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As the inhabitants of Ponyville uncovered their ears, they heard something that startled them. The cacophony of battle had ceased, and the IMC forces were nowhere to be seen. As a few ponies unbarred the entrance to Ponyville Town Hall, they murmured amongst themselves.
Then, Twilight and Spike teleported into the main atrium.
"What's happened?" she asked. "The guns...they've stopped."
As they looked around, a sudden trio of knocks on the door startled everypony present. As Twilight opened the door, she was greeted not by an IMC soldier, but something unexpected.
A Pilot. However, this Pilot did not wear the white, gray, or drab blue of the IMC. Instead, he wore brown, black, and a pale orange. As he stepped into the room, he looked around before motioning over his shoulder. Two teams of Grunts, wearing the same colors, filed in.
Then a woman entered. She wore a combat jumpsuit with a vest, and her hair was tied back with a bandanna.
"Stand down, teams." she said. "We're clear."
As Twilight approached, the woman offered her a handshake.
"You're in charge, I presume?" she asked.
"Indeed." Twilight replied. "Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Magic."
"Sarah Briggs." the woman replied. "Commander of the Marauder Corps and SRS, Frontier Militia fleet."
"Militia?" Twilight asked. "You're not affiliated with the IMC?"
"No." Briggs said. "We've been fighting the IMC for the past four years or so...and winning."
As Briggs walked past a stunned Twilight, she took the podium and spoke to a stunned crowd.
"Greetings." she said. "As I told Princess Twilight, I'm Sarah Briggs. Commander of the Marauder Corps and SRS, of the Frontier Militia fleet."
"For too long, the IMC has devastated the Frontier, polluting and robbing our planets, stealing our resources, and killing us off if we resist them. The Militia seek to combat them, to free the Frontier from the IMC. They call us terrorists, but we are anything but that. We are freedom fighters who want a life free of oppression."
"The Militia seeks not to conquer planets, but to free them." Briggs said. "We have fought long and hard to achieve our goal of freedom for the Frontier. But...we can't do it by ourselves, because it's not solely our fight. This is not our battle alone."
"The IMC may seem powerful, but they are not. They have lost crucial battles, wasted countless lives, and destroyed planets, all for what? What have they given you in return?"
Briggs tightened her grip on the podium.
"Now, it's time to show them true power, true strength. Rise up. Show the IMC that this is not their world for the taking! Show them that they cannot oppress you without consequence! Show them that you can fight!"
"And we'll be with you…Every step of the way." Briggs said proudly as the Militia forces cheered. "Now, who's with us?"
There was silence. Stunned, inspired silence.
Then a single clap echoed through the room, followed by a roar of cheers and applause. As the ponies began to celebrate, Twilight strode forward.
"Commander, we're with you." she said. "Show us the way."
"Gladly." Briggs said, shaking her hoof. "Let's get to work, everyone!"
As Briggs and Twilight thrust their hand and hoof into the air, the ponies cheered once more.
"Lt, this is Briggs." she said into the radio. "Send Crows down with supplies and munitions. We're establishing a base here."
"Roger." the Militia Grunt replied. "Dropships are inbound."
As Briggs, the Militia forces, and Twilight headed outside, the Militia ships began their descent from orbit, filling the sky.
"LIke what you see?" Briggs asked a stunned Twilight.
"I do." Twilight said. "I see freedom for Equestria."
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As the dropships landed, the Militia grunts stockaded the IMC prisoners in Ponyville Jail, before beginning to distribute supplies and medicine to the starved Ponyville residents. As the crates were passed around, Graves pulled Pilot McKenna and his team aside.
"Great work, Pilots." she said. "However, our battle is just beginning."
"Roger that." Helena replied. "What can we do?"
"Whatever needs done." Briggs said. "I'll remain here to set up our base of operations. McKenna, can I trust you to report to Admiral Graves of our success?"
"Certainly, ma'am." the Pilot replied. "I'll get right to it."
As the Pilot headed off, Briggs smiled to herself, for the first time in a long while. She eventually motioned to the Pilots, and they headed back to Ponyville to rejoin their forces.
Author's Note
Yep, the Equestrians have allied with the Militia. Next time, we'll see the IMC's response.
