The End of The Beginning

Just something to keep in mind. When the words look like "this" it's a different language.

Sat, May 25th, 2021
Base-1, Mount Aris, Hippogriffian.S.S.R
1526 hours

It took place in a dark conference room of the Soviet mega bunker of Base-1, an argument that would determine the fate of an entire world, that argument had been raging for the past half-hour; this was about quite a few things that had occurred over the past one and a half years. The war between the Soviet Union, the Kingdom of Equestria, the German Empire, and the Crystal Empire. Which consisted of events such as the fall of Equestria and it's princesses, (Except Twilight and her friends who had disappeared) the rise of the Equestrian White army (Nationalists) to fight the Soviet Union and their puppet, the Equestrian Soviet Socialist Republic (Communists). As well as the arrival of the German Empire to help the Nationalists. After three years of fighting all of them, the Soviets were on the retreat, their re-enforcements relegated to serve back on other fronts of the third world war still raging on earth with no end in sight. Not only that but when they learned that there was no way home, the politburo saw no reason to re-enforce the Soviet army in Equestria, period.
So here sat the newly promoted General Orlovsky along with the Premier of the E.S.S.R Lebedev, arguing with his nephew yet again about strategy, this time though Malashenko had a new plan he wanted to bring to the Premier's/his uncle's attention.

"Cap- "I mean Major Malashenko, what exactly is this plan that you have brought to my attention?" Asked Gen. Orlovsky to his nephew.

"You may have lost hope uncle. But I refuse to surrender. You see, THIS is the answer to all our problems!" Answered the Major, holding up a copy of the communist manifesto.

"What do you plan to do with that? Quote Marx? Because if you want to win against the Germans and the White army, then you'll need a miracle. And nothing we can do will change that. Understand? The war's over, and we've lost." Said Premier Lebedev, as he folded his arms on the desk in front of him.

Then Maj. Malashenko started laughing manically; "You misunderstand, I AM giving us a miracle. You see, it contains a spell that would turn ANYONE who reads it into a devout communist." He said with a darkened grin on his face.

"Major Malashenko, what are you suggesting?" Asked Lebedev, intrigued by the Major's proposal.

"And where did you get this 'spell'?" Asked Gen. Orlovsky.

"Well," He began. "I managed to get the spell by 'recruiting' some unicorns to help me." He stated simply. "As for your question Premier. What I'm suggesting, Is for us to send it through a portal to another world, similar to the one we came through."

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Bellowed Gen. Orlovsky.

"What have I done?" He said, pointing to himself. "What I have done, 'uncle' is guaranteed our victory. Because if my plan works, then we'll be able to gain re-enforcements from another source." He said putting a special, sickly emphasis on uncle as if he was vomiting it out.

"What do you by 'another world' Major?" Asked the Premier.

"To answer your question Comrade Lebedev, from what I've been able to extract from the Equine's mages', is that we're apart of something called: The Multiverse. And this Multiverse is comprised of dimensions. And to give an example of a dimension, we're already in one, and our homeworld is another. And the Multiverse is supposedly full of them, all connected by portals." Malashenko explained to his superiors.

"Then how does that help us?" Asked Orlovsky.

"Simple," Started Malashenko as his face darkened. "We use unicorn magic to build a portal and 'make them' take us to another world." He finished with a sickly grin on his face.

"Maj. Malashenko, please stop with this foolishness, our soldiers are tired, and our Equestrian allies desert regularly. So unless you can summon an extra army, we're done here." Said his uncle, getting up to leave when his nephew mumbled something behind him.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I said, I already have the portal. It's all ready to go to the lab. And I have more than 100 soldiers ready to go through at my command." He answered, looking proud of his achievement.

"YOU DID WHAT!?" Yelled both Orlovsky and Lebedev simultaneously, as their jaws collectively fell at such a statement, making Lebedev stand as well.

"Now if you'll excuse me, 'General' I have a book to deliver, and a portal to test." Said Maj. Malashenko, as he started to walk away. That is until Orlovsky had one more thing to say to him.

"No." He said quietly.

"What was that Comrade General?" Asked the Major.

"No, you will not be going to take 100 of 'my' men! And you will not be using any portal!" He ordered.

"Don't you mean 'our' men? And I don't care what you say, because I have my orders, 'directly' from the politburo." He lied.

"HOW DID YOU- "Oh nevermind. But how did you get in contact? I thought that they cut us off?" Said Lebedev.
"Well I don't care where his orders came from my answer is still no!" Gen. Orlovsky bellowed angrily.

"Oh really, just HOW do you plan to stop me?" He walked over and stood right in his uncle's face. "ARE YOU SAYING WE SHOULD JUST GIVE UP UNCLE? WELL, ARE YOU?" He spat while unholstering his pistol, unbeknownst to his uncle.

"Malashenko pl-" Said his uncle, before being silenced by a gunshot to the heart.

"You left me no choice Uncle! You were going to surrender to those, those,"

He seethed while removing the pistol from his uncle's chest. "CAPITALIST PIGS!" Then he turned around to face Lebedev, with a look of sheer rage on his face, holding his Makarov at his side. "And what about you, will you now try to stop me? Because I swear if you and Captian Romanov stand in my way. I'll not rest until you're both dead." He threatened before reholstering his pistol, making an about-turn, marching away, and closing the door behind him, leaving the Premier alone with Gen. Orlovsky's dead body.

Once he was gone, Lebedev then over walked to his now-deceased friend. "Well, old friend, I will ensure that all the men who stay behind will live to see the end of this madness." He whimpered to his body before kneeling and closing his eyes. Then he stood up and walked out the door as well.
Running as fast as he could, passing the various people, ponies, soldiers, civilian workers, wounded being carried on stretchers, and scientists who packed the moist, grey, concrete hallways of the underground complex; which to Lebedev was a far-cry to the almost palace-like capital buildings he used to inhabit for the past year; that is until Kluge town was taken, and they were forced back to Mount Aris; so the Mountian fortress was the only place to call home. Occasionally, as he ran, he would hear the sound of bombardment, the crash of the shells, causing the whole mountain to tremble, as if in terror, and the dust to fall from the ceiling in the aftermath. Then he stopped and stared at the dust. 'Is that what we are?' The Premier thought to himself. 'Sentenced to fall inevitably like this dust?' He thought to himself as he again started moving, this time at a walking pace, and started singing a song that he heard a few years ago, and as he walked, others started to join in singing as well; continuing his way down the hallway; he eventually found the door to his office, which he entered, took off his cap, put on the hat stand at the door, passed the massive flag on his wall, (The flag was a yellow hammer crossed over a yellow Horseshoe with a red background) he made his way to the large, oak desk with a telephone, lamp, a stack of papers/files, and two typewriters (one with the Latin alphabet) on it; then he sat down in his chair, typed in a number using the rotary dial, and took it to his ear.

After a few seconds of ringing. "Hello?" Asked the feminine voice on the other end.

"Alexandra, is that you?" Asked Lebedev.

"Valerie?! Oh my, I thought you were dead! Thank goodness, where are you, they told me you were dead! Killed in some accident off Norway!" She yelled excitedly, happy to hear her husband.

"Well there was an accident, and you may not believe this, but we ended up in another world, That's why I couldn't call you for so long." He responded, knowing that she would probably think he was joking.

"Oh come on that's the worst excuse I've EVER heard!" She laughed as a shell hit, once again shaking the mountain. "Now I think I'll let you get back to your war, and please, call when you get your leave! Goodbye, my love!" She said as the phone went quiet.

"NO WA- *CLICK* "N-n-n-no. . ." He cried as he put down the phone; "Why wouldn't she believe me? Why couldn't she just understand, I'll never be able to see her again." Then he rubbed his hands on his face and took a deep breath before moving the seat over to the typewriter and started to print out a letter.

Sat, May 25th, 1991
Mount Aris, Hippogriffian.S.S.R
1638 hours

To General Silver Shield of the White army It is with the deepest humbleness that I address you at this time. For knowing I do not need to remind you of the desperate situation of our army. You being the one who put us here, now at this time, I ask that you allow this madness to come to an end. I would like to seek a ceasefire for the time being. So that we may negotiate peace terms. Also, I regret to inform you that General Orlovsky will not be joining us, as on this day at 1529 hours, he was killed in cold blood by his nephew, Major Malashenko. I also would like to remind the good General of the fact that by myself giving the order of surrender, that ALL Soviet forces are to immediately be inturned and disarmed under your control.
Signed: Premier Lebedev.

Then he folded it up, put it in a file folder, and pressed the buzzer.

"Yes?" Came to the voice.

"Get me, Cap. Romanov." He ordered.

"Of course comrade Lebedev!" Said the man on the other end, before he heard the static come on, as the man fulfilled his orders.

After a few minutes of waiting, he heard a knock at the door. "Come in." Said Lebedev, then the door opened and in walked a young officer. "Ahhh, Captian Romanov, good to see you. Please, sit down." He said while gesturing for him to take a seat.

"Thank you, comrade," Said Cap. Romanov as he walked in and sat down.

"What's the news from the front?" Asked Lebedev.

"Not good, they're only about five kilometres from our position." He stated bluntly.

"I could feel the shells." Joked Lebedev. "But enough of that. On to business, do you know why I sent for you Captian?" He asked.

"No comrade Lebedev." He answered.

Then he leaned in closer and looked around suspiciously, before turning back to him and saying: "I need you to deliver this for me." While he handed him the file. "It's an appeal for a ceasefire and I need you to deliver it to the only man or in this case pony, who can stop the offensive and give us enough time to negotiate a surrender. Can you do this?" He asked.

"Of course comrade Lebedev!" He answered.

"Shhhh, keep it down, now please hurry," He said as he started to leave. "Oh and Romanov," Then Cap. Romanov turned to face him. "I normally would NEVER say this but, may GOD be with you."

"Thank you, comrade,"He said as he left out the door.

Sun, May 26th, 2021
Hill 1248 Equestrian front
1230 hours

It was loud at the front, of course, this being a Sunday it was always loud. Not with the howl of shells or the rattle of gunfire, nor the rage of battle, but with singing, as it was commanded by General Silver Shield that there should be no attacks made on the sabbath day, as it was in line with most Christian doctrines'. (Those being a sizeable portion of the White army) And while most of the ethnic Equestrians may not have understood what they considered the 'strange' practices of the foreigners. (Those being the 'ponies' from countries such as Poland, Hungary, Canada, Russia, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Finland, France, Germany, the United States, Britain, Hong Kong, Italy, Luxembourg, Malta, Chile, Venezuela, Spain, Portugal, all over Africa, and so on) They still liked the odd feeling of peace that they felt when they heard the hymns they sang, with a strength and vigour they had never seen nor heard before. Not to mention it did spark many a pony to ask why they did what they did, and some even converted; unfortunately, it did cause some to be suspicious of their foreign allies who sat in the same trenches as them, singing songs of praise to a being they had NEVER heard of before, this being, this GOD, that the foreigners always spoke of (if they could understand them) much like they had the late Princess Celestia; and here they sat, singing songs of Patriotism, Nationalism, Praise, and faith; amid the blood, gore, and pain of the trenches in which the armies sat. As for the Soviets, they too were confused at first; but when they became used to the peace and rest Sundays gave them; they were always looking forward to them. But then, there was the time they buried the dead; the Soviets saw them do it every Sunday at 1111 hours sharp, always singing songs of remembrance and pain rather than the upbeat proud songs of the rest of those days. But this Sunday felt different.

"Sir! SIR!" Yelled the Lieutenant as he ran past rows of temporary barracks, towards his commander.

"What is it, LT. Hammer?" Asked the officer.

"We have a prisoner!" He answered
At this statement, he just shook his head.

"Lieutenant, this better not be another trick," Responded the officer whose name was Cap. Cold Steel.

"It isn't sir, look," He said as two other soldiers came into view, aiming their AK74s at a Soviet human officer.
Then the Captian walked closer to the man standing before him, confusion was written all over his face. Instead of his usual steely expression. "What did you think you were doing? Did you seriously think you could sneak past our blockade?" He asked as he continued his inspection of the man.

"He- "I mean, no, I didn't." Answered the human, to Cap. Steel who was still circling him.

Then he stopped and looked up at him. "Oh, then why did you come here?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"I-I came to give this to General Silver Shield." He said as he handed him an envelope. "And tell him, it's from Premier Lebedev."

"Why should we believe you?" Asked the Lieutenant.

"Agreed, why should we?" The Captian asked inquisitively as he refused it.

"Because this letter can end this war and all you have to do is give it to him." He said.

Then Lt. Hammer stepped forward with a very angry look on his face and pointed a hoof at the man. "That's the same thing you Soviets said to the Princesses, And just look how well that turned out for them!" Then he turned back to the Captian. "Sir, with all due respect, we should just have him sh-" He said as Cap. Steel put a hoof on his mouth.

"Who's the Captian here again?" He asked as he removed his hoof from his mouth.

"You are sir," He whimpered.

"That's what I thought." He said as he turned back to face the human. "But I think you can deliver it, Personally." He said as he took the letter in his magical grasp, and put it in his jacket. "That way, if there is any kind of trap, you will die too." He threatened with a darkened grin.

"Un-understood." He gulped.

"Good," He said as his face changed back to a more neutral expression. "Come on men, let's go. Easy march!" He ordered as the five them started heading towards the HQ.

Then as they started marching, the Lieutenant walked up next to the officer.

"What rank are you anyway?" He asked.

"I am a Captian." He responded. "And why are you talking to me? Didn't you just say you wanted to shoot me?" He asked.

"Yes, but the Captain was right, we can't just shoot somepony if they haven't been proven guilty of anything other then following orders."

"Well thank you for not shooting me." He said uncomfortably.

"You're welcome." Beamed the Lieutenant like a foal.

"What is your name?" Asked the human.

"Lt. Hammer of the 6th Guards Motorized Regiment, 2nd Motorized Division, 2nd Mechanized Corps." He stated proudly.

"Cap. Romanov of the 14th Guards Tank Regiment, 4th Guards Tank Army, 3rd Guards Tank Corps." Said the man.

"Well, I'm glad to meet you." Said Lt. Hammer, as he extended a hoof.

"I'm glad to meet you as well." Said Romanov as he shook it. Then, about ten minutes later, as they continued to their objective, they soon came to a small checkpoint.

"Halt!" Yelled the Captain. "You all stay here, I'll go check-in." He said as he marched up to the check-point.

"What is your business?" Asked one of the guards. "And what are you doing with him?" He asked, pointing to Romanov.

"We are going to see the General. And as for him, he has a letter to deliver." Said Cap. Steel bluntly.

"Let me see your ID." Said the guard.
"Right away," Then he started looking in his pockets until he found it. "Here you are." He said as he gave it to him with his magic.

"Thank you," He answered as he took it.
"Cap. Cold Steel, looks like your ID checks out. But just to make sure, what is it called when there is no night or day?" He asked expectantly.

"When the sun collides with the moon." Answered the Captian.

"Alright, move along." Said the guard, as the checkpoint lifted.
After this, he made his way back to the group. "To the front, easy march!" He ordered as they started moving again.

After about 1 kilometre, they came to the main base complex. It's layout comprised of a large command tent in the center, a field hospital, barracks, was surrounded by AA-gun emplacements, and tall barbed-wire fencing, as well as a few SA-5 batteries.

"Here we are," Said Cap. Steel, as he approached another checkpoint. "I'll let you in, but from there you'll be escorted by MPs. Understand?" He asked Cap. Romanov.

"Yes Captian, I understand." Said Cap. Romanov, as Cap. Steel marched off to get the gate open.

After a few minutes of waiting, Cap. Romanov was let through and given a new escort as the others returned to their camp. As they went through the base, he could see the flags of various nations. Including the new flag of Equestria itself, with the North Star in the corner with an ocean of blue as the background, and multiple blue and white stripes; he also saw many medics and doctors running back and forth between tents, along with soldiers, and guards eyeing him on his way to the HQ tent; among those were also German soldiers, who unlike their allies, were mostly human, making them the only other human army on Equis.

"WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR!? GET BACK TO YOUR POSTS!?" Yelled an Officer, as the soldiers did as they were ordered.

"STOP EYEING HIM, AND GET BACK TO TRAINING!" Yelled another in Russian.

"KOMM AUF MÄNNER, GEH ZURÜCK ZUR PATROL!" Yelled a German Officer.

But soon enough he was in the HQ tent, and as they came closer, he saw a mare (who was Gen. Silver Shield's secretary Snow Blossom) sitting at the main desk. "Yes?" She asked a guard.

"This one is here to see the General." He responded while motioning for Cap. Romanov.

"And why does he want to see Gen. Shield?" She asked.

"Because, from what we've heard, he has a proposition for a ceasefire." He answered.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." Then she tapped a button with her hoof. "Sir, there's somepony here to see you." She said into it.

"I'm sorry, but if it's not important, then I will not see them. Because I'm currently in a meeting with Prince Von Blitz, so if you don't mind-

"But sir, it's a Soviet Officer, and he has a proposal for a ceasefire."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAD WITH THAT!? SEND HIM IN!" He barked.

"Yes, sir!" She recoiled, as she removed her hoof and turned back to them, with tiny eyes full of terror at just being yelled at. "Y-You, M-may, G-go in, N-ow." She said with a shaky tone.

"Alright then, go on in." Said a guard as he went to open the door.

At which point, after taking a deep breath, he went through; going into the room, he saw a Stallion with a white coat wearing a General's uniform, with a blue, dark blue, and white mane, wearing a black officer's cap with white trim, and as the cockade, he had a blue four-pointed star, with a white outline, and surrounded by silver oak leaves; and a human wearing a German General's uniform, similar to the ones the East German army wore, but with Imperial markings.

"Ahhh, so he's the one causing all the commotion." Said a boisterous voice with a slight German accent, which belonged to the human.

"Indeed." Said the pony.

"So you're the infamous Gen. Silver Shield I presume?" Asked Cap. Romanov.

"That I am." He answered. "And this is Prince Rainbow Von Blitz." He said as he pointed to the human.

"I thought I told you to NEVER say my first name." Seethed Von Blitz.

"My apologies, Your Highness." He said with a slight bow of his head. "And you are?" He asked Cap. Romanov.

"Captian Maxim Romanov." He answered.
"May I have a seat?"

"You may." Said Gen. Silver Shield.

"Thank you." He said as he sat down.

"Well onto business, may I see that proposal?" Asked the General.

"Yes," Started Cap. Romanov as he pulled it out. "Here." Then he slid it across the table towards the pony.

"Thank you." He said as he picked it up, pulled out the letter, and read it aloud.

After he was done, Von Blitz turned to Silver Shield. "Well, that was..." He said as he tried to find the word. "Conclusive?"

"Very..." Said Gen. Silver Shield, still mystified by what he had just read.

"You know what this means? This war is over." Said, Von Blitz.

"Indeed your highness, indeed." Said the General as he turned to Cap. Romanov.
"Cap. Romanov?" He asked.

"Yes?" Answered Cap. Romanov.

"Go tell Premier Lebedev... I accept the ceasefire, and would like to start negotiations."

"Thank you, Comrade!" Said Romanov excitedly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? GO!" Ordered Von Blitz.

"Yes, of course!" Yelled Cap. Romanov as he swiftly left.

"Well, what do we do now?" Asked the Prince.

"Now, we end this war." Said Gen. Shield victoriously.

END OF CHAPTER

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoy. And PLEASE do comment to let me know what you think.