Over one hundred years ago we pushed back the Lankys. Billions died as we continued to defend our homes from those monsters. Then two years ago we received word that one or our worlds had been lost.

The long lived Equestrians and their slave empire came and took our people. Sold them off for what ever demeaning task they needed. The North Americans were the first to fight, followed closely by the other four nations of earth.

Now we fight to protect our homes once more. Fighting a losing battle against a numerically superior enemy who not only possesses magic but an almost unending supply of troops. Fight to free slaves who for thousands of years have never known freedom.

We are surrounded by our old enemy, and besieged by our new one. Our fleet is stretched thin but our need to fight still burns strong. Everyday we lose more ground than we take. Now we stand at the razors edge. Where our kind fights at our best and show our enemy our worst.

This is our last stand, our end game. Tonight we die to humanity survives.