Author's Note

IT IS ON!!!!

Prologue: The Invasion & Welcome back to Equestria

Theme for this chapter.

They came in so sudden, they butchered our men as if they're nothing. It all started during an Extraterrestrial Research by NASA, they've been searching through the outer space hoping to find what they seek. They did, but not in a way they expected.

August 13, 2019, just a week after the first contact, they came. In full forces. Then they attacked.

More than 15,000 were slaughtered that day, 5,000 were armed forces and the rest were just civilians. It's a massacre. These aliens took down Manhattan, New York, and the entire country of America. They'll continue advance towards west, until they reach Asia. Some of them advanced north-east, towards UK, and when they did, Earth will burn... Our Prime Minister declared war on these extraterrestrial mothers**kers. But the tide of the war did not go well, these aliens have more advanced technologies than us... But that doesn't mean we just sit there and wait for death to come... we fight these shits, each kills means less aliens, we have to kill as many as possible. But will we win? That's... a good question. I sure hope we do.

My name is Lance Wilson. A 22 year-old Pilot of the RAF, aka Royal Air Force.

When I was young, my grandfather used to tell me stories every night before I go to bed. He is a great story teller, but what I enjoyed and wondered the most, is his fight during world war 2, in a place called Equestria. He'd only told me about it, never anyone else, he said it was too dangerous for the world to know and he trusted only me. I loved his story, especially the part where his Griffon friend name Gallus saves his two friends from the hellfire of the battlefield and the award ceremony. He even showed me the medals he received from Winston Churchill.

Time can be merciless.

Last year, very unfortunate, my grandfather passed away. Peacefully in his sleep.

I still remembers the stories he used to tell me, the same old hilarious jokes. He's my star, the guide of my life, and the fist human to ever go to a place outside Earth. Equestria.

Before he passed, he always wanted to go back to Equestria, to see his friends one last time. But it never came true.

I carried on his dream. I have this small bag on my neckless, it contains a small piece of my grandfather's ash. I followed his footstep and became a pilot of the RAF. I wanted to make my old man proud of me.

I fly a F-35B "Lighting" II, a new fifth generation invisibility jet fighter. And I nicknamed it 'Gallus', because he's my favorite from the stories grandfather told me about, and also to honor my old man.

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(3rd POV)

"Trigger, this is Warhawk, any sign of the boogies?"

"Negative, Warhawk, god knows where did these f**kers went."

Trigger is Lance's codename, while Warhawk was the codename for his best buddy and friend; Richard K Johnson. Yup, his an American, after the fall of America, Richard went to UK, joined the RAF and continue his vengeance on the aliens, who murdered his wife and children including Many of his comrades.

They're currently on a recon mission, to scout the aliens's advancing path. But this is a recon mission, so they got orders not to engage unless told to. But Warhawk is a bit unsure about Lance. Because Lance Wilson is a freaking daredevil.

Last time on a mission, Lance was performing a Kamikaze while ramming into an alien cruiser, but luckily, that cruiser was handled before he can hit it. He got a detention and was separated from 'Gallus' for three weeks straight. Pain in his ass.

And this time, the control center told Warhawk to keep an eye on this crazy son of a b**ch.

Suddenly, Lance's radar began to beep.

"Never mind, my radar just detected four unidentified aircrafts coming in from 2 o'clock fast." Lance said.

"It could be UAVs from some other countries." Richard replied.

"Or these aliens, com' on, let's check it out." Lance tiled his jet towards the unidentified aircrafts' direction, Richard sighed before following his crazy friend.

"Trigger, remember the orders; we do not engage unless we're attacked first." he reminded his friend.

"Yeah, yeah, enough with that shit." Lance muttered.

Suddenly, both radars on Richard and Lance's F-35 began to scream, they knew this sound too well. Missile locks.

"Shit! We're locked! Pop flares! Pop flares!" Lance shouted as they both deployed flares while performing a barrel roll. A split second later, two plasma beams flew by their jets in incredible speed.

"Holy cow that was close." Richard sighed.

"Now we're attacked, let's go kill these bitches." Lance said as he locked onto one of the star fighters, the panel made a loud beep, representing the missile has a lock. "Fox 3."

SWOOSH!!!

An AIM-120 AMRAAM missile was fired from the weapon bay, flying towards the star fighter in a speed that reached Mach 4.

The star fighter was hit on the left wing, it stumbled before erupting into strange green flames.

"Splash 1." Lance replied with a bit of excitement in his voice.

But his happiness did not last long.

The remaining three star fighters suddenly zoomed pass them and got onto their tails, their plasma canons firing in an intense fire rate, probably faster than the M134.

"GOD DAMN IT!" Richard yelled, "ON YOUR SIX! SHAKE IT OFF!!!"

"TRYIN TO!!! THEY'RE TOO DAMN FAST!!!" Lance yelled back.

Lance felt his jet rumbled for a moment, he turned and saw his left wing smoking and leaking fuel. He's been hit.

"I'm hit! On my left wing!" Lance shouted, "Not a critical one, just the fuel leaking."

Lance then pushed his speed lever forward, reaching the speed of 1,200 kph, braking the sound barrier. However it takes more than supersonic to shake off the star fighter. According to the actual combat info, this star fighter can go hypersonic, almost reaching Mach 8.

"I guess this is it." Richard said.

"NO IT'S NOT!!!" Lance screamed as he lowered his speed and pulled his control stick up, performing a cobra and getting onto the tail of the star fighter. He then tried to missile lock him, but the distant is too close, so he decided to use the 25mm GAU-22 cannon mounted on his jet.

PADADADADADADADADA... (Yes I tried my best to make a sound like a 25mm)

The star fighter's engine was torn to pieces as it exploded midair.

"WHOO!!!" Lance cried as he flew pass the dead star fighter.

Suddenly, before he and Richard could react, a bright light beam coming from the skies above directly hit them both, it's so bright that both pilots screamed in agony as the light stand their eyes. After a brief moment, Lance was the first to open his eyes. But what he saw made his jaws dropped.

"Um... Lance?" Richard asked, a bit confused, "Is it just me, or we're flying above Vietnam?"

Before they could say anything, two shadows zoomed pass them, both in supersonic.

"Whoa! What the fuck was that?!" Richard exclaimed.

"The hell? Two F-4 phantoms?" Lance frowned the he saw the two incoming jets, "SHouldn't they be retired? What the hell are they doing here?"

A new voice popped into the radio, interrupting them both.

"This is the Equestrian Air Force speaking, you're entering the Equestrian air space, identify your ID, nationality, and the purpose of your flight. Leave immediately, leave immediately!" definitely male voice.

"The hell is Equestrian Air Force?" Richard asked.

"Equestrian... I heard it somewhere before..." Lance muttered. He suddenly jerked up. "EQUESTRIAN?!"

"This is Equestrian Air Force speaking, last warning, leave or we will shoot you down." the voice spoke again, more serious this time.

"Son of a bitch! Just who the fuck you think you are?!" Richard growled.

"WAIT!" Lance switched to the F-4 Phantom's radio level and spoke, "Don't shoot! We mean no harm!"

'Identify your ID, nationality, and purpose of your flight." The voice repeated.

"This is the British Royal Air Force pilot Lance Wilson speaking," Lance said, "we did not came here on purpose, we're fighting our enemies when suddenly we're sucked into this light beam. And next thing we know is flying above this forest with you guys."

The F-4 Phantom pilot who spoke froze. He is a blue Griffon with skin colored feathers on his chest and belly. It had been 20 years since he heard 'British Royal Air Force". From a man called Jacob Wilson. And this human is called Lance Wilson. Could it be?

"Alright, seize fire." he spoke through the radio to his wing-pony. "RAF pilot Lance, your jet's been damaged, please follow us to our air field."

Then the Phantoms switched course and went north. With the F-35s following them.

"What? We just follow them like that?" Richard asked, "Do you have any idea where we are and what are those... things on the Phantoms?"

"I believe I do," said Lance as he touched the little bag on his neckless, "grandfather, we're back in Equestria, at last." he smiled, "As for that 'thing' on the Phantom, it's a he. And he is a friend."

"What?" Richard was totally confused.

"Just wait till we hit the air field," Lance said, smirking, "I'll tell you the story."

The Equestrian Air Force's F-4C Phantom II

(Okay, ever since Jacob left, the technology in Equestria continued to advance. After Twilight became the new ruler of Equestria, jets entered service in the Equestrian Air Force. They continued to improve their jets and currently flying the F-4 Phantoms. Yup ponies got jets too!!! :)