"In the bunker! NOW!"

James usually doesn't shout, but this was an exception. Positioning his M16, he corralls the two Germans and the Russian kid in the bunker. The Germans, defeated, walk in compliantly while the Russian hovers near James. His M16 shouldered, he brings the door closed behind them.

Glancing up, James reads Comrade Yazov Watches Us, in big black lettering. The spoken of Comrade brought nothing but misery in James' mind. His experiences in Siberia say the same thing. The resistance was quite brutally put down, and there was quite the resistance.

The concrete bunker is quite plain and boring. No decorations line the walls, not a single personal item. A speaker system constantly poured out propoganda: The Germans have died! Hail Comrade Yazov!, followed by some Russian music James doesn't know. All in all, it looks cheap and efficient. Combined with the multi-layered consoles, it reminds him of Indonesia. Shuddering, he follows the kid into the console room, threatening the Germans.

"You! What's your name?" James shouts in German at the first German. He looks to be an officer, based on the medals and ribbons. He found the bastard in a burned out Panzer in the spotter's seat, further confirming his suspicions.

"You know German. Gutt. Maybe we can ta-"

"Answer me, or I'll shoot," James is no stranger to brutality, having fought everywhere from Africa to Indonesia to Russia. This war is not like what his comic books promised. "Also, what is your rank? I might be able to make some money,"

"Very well. My name is Hans. I am Herr Oberleutenant in the great German army. Pleasure to meet you…" Hans extends a dirty hand, still looking remarkably eloquent through the filth. Clearly a Prussian.

"James. And this is not a pleasure," James sneers. Hans quickly lowers his hand under the withering glare he receives. "You're still a Nazi. Now, you," he says, gesturing towards Jerry #2. This one was in all black. Found guarding prisoners, this one was knocked unconscious and dragged back to their lines. He looked Burgundian, but a man could hope... "What's your name?"

"Friedrich, ready to die for the Reichfurher!" Friedrich quickly pulls out a Hitler salute, long since referencing to Himmler only.

"Damn, Goering really got Himmler's support? Good God," he whispers. He shudders, thinking of what Huttig did down on Africa. Speaking normally, he says "Well it doesn't matter now that Goering nuked us, does it?" he asks inquisitively, testing the Nazi's response.

"Yes! There always is hope for the Aryan race! My life for the race! For Himmler!" Friedrich shouts patriotically, still holding the salute. The kid begins to tremble in fear. Found in a bombed house crying about a week ago, this kid reminded the Internationale 21st Brigade why President Johnson sent them. To protect the innocent from gas and worse.

"Shut up, you're scaring the kid!" James shouts. Friedrich quickly drops his arm, still looking defiant. "You'll be fine with me, ok buddy?" He silently adds to the kid, grasping the kid's hand with his free one. It seems to work, as the kid nods and turns up, suddenly looking scared.

Looking up, James sees that the Germans choose this moment to attack, quickly dashing for the M16. James manages to wound the SS man before he pops out the rifle magazine, relinquishing ownership of the rifle.

You can say many things of Goering. However, you have to say that Goering's drugs do their trick, and the bullet seems to be ineffective. Quick with a knife, James moves the kid behind him, slowly backing up. I might die, but this kid sure as hell won't. He grips the knife tighter, ready for an attack.

This dance continues, the Germans moving forward just as much as James moves backwards. Fear in Hans' eyes quickly made James look towards the SS man, but then Hans smiles, preparing an attack-

The kid cries out in pain, suddenly tripping over a desk. Holding his head, he falls down a level. James scoots forward a little bit, and as the kid attempts to right himself, he accidentally presses a button on the console.

The big circle at the back of the room suddenly flares up. Never turning from the Germans, James can only guess based on sound, but it sounds like what he imagined a portal would sound like when he was a kid. The Germans, able to see it, drop their combat stance. Hans drops his jaw as the sound quickly increases in volume, overpowering the speakers.

"Himmler and his Occult were right!" Friedrich shouts, quickly pulling a salute. "Heil Himmler! For the SS! For the-" he is cut out by the sound noise, but James can clearly see the rant continue. This man is devoted to Himmler alright.

James, feeling a tug, only now turns to see that it is a portal. Just as shocked as Hans, he drops the knife as the tugging feeling intensifies.

Only now does he notice that the kid is gone. Quickly turning around, he hears a heart-wrenching scream, and turns to watch as the kid is sucked into the portal legs first. No! Kid! Not knowing what else to do, he calls out to the child. "Kid!"

By now, pencils and pens are flying in as well. The portal is pulling in James with a strong pull, and he almost can't stand at this point.

Hey Ma, am I coming to see you? James thinks, tearing up. It was only three weeks ago that cancer had claimed her after all. And James never attended her funeral, already off in Russia. Is this your punishment, God? I saved people. I can't let these people die...

With a cry of his own, James finally submits, travelling head-first into the portal.

It feels peaceful, was James' first thought. Am I going to see Mom soon? Tears threatened to choke him. That's how it ends? Sobbing now, James felt another sharp pull.

Meanwhile, in Equestria

"Come on, sister! You can do it!" Celestia cries excitedly, watching the portal grow.

With a triumphant shout, Luna stabilizes the portal. Cheering, Celestia runs forward to hug her sister. "You are good at magic, you se-"

Suddenly, four ponies popped out of the portal, a colt and three stallions. The colt is a dirty brown, with green eyes, a black mane, and no mark. One Stallion was a dirty green, with blue eyes, a brown mane, and a star as his mark. The second stallion was gray and had blue eyes, a blond mane, and a water tank as his mark. The final stallion was a pure black, with blue eyes, a blond mane, and two lightning bolts as a cutie mark.

As soon as the gained consciousness, they stated at each other and themselves. Their gazes are filled with hatred as they stare each other down. Throughout the showdown, only one noise is made.

"I'm scared kind man..."

Author's Note

As the description says, first story. Recommendations welcome, and I might rewrite it.