A/N Hey how ya doing just got a new computer. RIP shion for her 4 and half years of service. Now to the point rather than focusing completely on the main story all the time im gonna due what I will call Great war interludes. These will cover events during the great war that one thousand years prior to the events of the main story. These chapters won’t be necessarily long and will be followed by a .5 to indicate a interlude. You may skip these chapters if you feel like it but these events will tie into the main story at one point. I will try not to make these event uber critical as they happened one thousand years priors most species memories aren’t that long but some are. Anyway enough rambling here we go.

1000 years prior

Unknown Location

POV Captain Peterson Jacobs

Me and my deputy sat at our desks. It was no secret now that we were losing the war. I pondered just how long it would be before we were forced to retreat north as well. I was shaken from these thoughts when the two enlisted came in with a checklist from the silo. One of the largest missiles, we ever built sitting not even one hundred yards from us down the hall.

“Status?”

“Checked and checked again and then triple checked our alert is almost over.”

“Take your thirty-minute break we don’t know-“I was interrupted by a beeping noise. We grabbed our red books as me and my deputy wrote down the incoming words checking against the codes as we went.

Zzt* “Delta. Alpha. Uniform. November. Stand by. Message follows Delta. Alpha. Uniform. November. Stand by. Message Follows Lima. Tango. Foxtrot. November. Hotel. X-ray. Papa. Victor. Foxtrot. 2. Alpha. 1. tango. Acknowledge out.” Zzt*

I picked up the phone and confirmed “I copy.” And put the phone back.

“Valid message?” I asked my deputy as we confirmed our orders with each other.

“I Agree.”

We went to the red locker and entered our combinations. Then we grabbed the launch keys.

The two enlisted soldiers our engineers looked at us with grim resolve. We were about to wipe out an entire race. Me and my deputy inserted our keys on opposite sides of the room.

“Alright function select off?”

“Confirmed.”

“MRTCEP to MRT?” He flipped the switch.

“MRT!”

“Click A. fifty five selected?” he rotated some dials.

“Click A. fifty five.”

“Initiate actuator clockwise?”

“Actuate clockwise one thousand one.” A buzzing sound started right after. My deputy started his checklist.

“Program select?”

“Enabled” I set the dial.

“Right select switch to all?”

“Set.”

“Launcher select switch to all?”

“Set.”

I then read our butterfly code off.

“1st element Papa. Papa”

“2nd element Seven. Seven.”

“3rd element Tango. Tango.”

“4th element Hotel. Hotel.”

“5th element One. One”

“6th element Whisky. Whisky.” He repeated each word back as we went through to confirm.

“Read them back.”

“Papa Seven Tango Hotel One Whisky do you agree?”

“I Agree.”

“Enable switch set to enable.”

“enable switch down and locked”

“Actuator counter clockwise?”

“Actuator counter clockwise one thousand one release.”

“Okay key turn commit time. On my mark in fifteen.” Another buzzer went off.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. We were now passed the point of no return the rocket would launch. Making the land it hit unsuitable for habitation for a few hundred years.

“Hands on keys!”

“3” ‘God forgive me.’

“2” ‘Watch over those who pass’

“1” ‘Im sorry.’

“Mark!” We turned our keys and held them for 3 seconds. Another alarm alerted us the rocket was starting up

“I got a launch in progress.” I reported to the deputy

“Missile away. Missile away.” The deputy said solemnly as the missile had cleared the silo.

“Missile gone deputy. That’s all she wrote.”

We looked at each other stunned at what we had just done. We had under orders launched a missile that would poison the land with radiation and disappear. Sure if any of the target which from the cookie indicated it was the Lamia race homelands. Managed to survive the initial blast the radiation would kill them and the ground water would be fucked. They would come home to nothing. It wasn’t long before we got the call with our next orders.

“Sir?”

“Orders are to head north with the corridor team grab your gear and detonate silo confirm?”

“Confirm out.” Me and our alert didn’t have time to process what we did as we grabbed our gear and set the explosives. Primed to detonate a few hours after we left.

‘What have we done?!’ was all I could think as I watched the trail of smoke the missile left behind and the direction it headed. We turned north and marched through the green hills to the entrance of what command called the “Corridor.” Damned or not it was out of our hands.

POV None

Clouds above lamia homeland about 8000 feet.

Two pegasus ponies who were told under no uncertain terms to spy on the lamia were none the wiser of the incoming doom that was heading their way.

They had been watching the capitol of the lamia. Paradise to anypony with its beautiful waterfalls and stone houses all centered around a mountain shrine of sorts. The lamia spawn played happily with each other as they watched.

“Why did Celestia send us here?”

“Storm hawk you know why. You mouthed off to our superior officer and since im your wing pony I got dragged in with you.” He said nothing as he flopped on the cloud.

“Your lucky it was just this boring recon mission he could have had you thrown in the brig or worse.”

“Right… Throw out a pegasus soldier when there is a war raging, I don’t think so cumulous cracker.”

“Just saying- hey look!” cumulous cracker was about to get angry when the look of horror on his face forced him to turn around.

“What is that!” Storm hawk yelled.

“SCATTER NOW!” Cumulous yelled as we flew as far away from where that thing was going to land as possible.

They flew faster than any pegasus could ever have thought possible but the fear and doom they felt coming from the falling metal device was enough to scare the living discord out of them.

They made it about forty miles away before a blinding flash followed by a massive shockwave sent them out of control for miles before both crashed landed.

Storm Hawk woke up and all he saw was a giant mushroom cloud off in the distance. The mountains that could be seen just moments ago had huge chunks destroyed or just weren’t there anymore.

“We need to investigate.” He said to cumulous cracker.

He looked at cumulous cracker and saw that his flank had been singed badly. His body had also suffered so many broken bones that he lay in an impossible angle. Storm Hawk was in shock as he decided to go to a nearby pond. Sure, enough as he looked at himself his coat was singed, his right wing was crooked, and his mane was all but nonexistent.

“Celestia needs to know.” Was all he said as he lifted the body of his comrade onto his back. Beginning the trek back towards the equestrian border. The adrenalin allowing him to ignore the pain for now.

Note. Storm hawk died of radiation poisoning shortly after delivering his report the circumstances of his death are still as of yet undetermined even a thousand years later. To the rest of the species radiation is still an unknown.

A few days later

POV Celestia

“Ma’am another report from our scouts. The lamia capitol is decimated, and their homeland is uninhabitable.” I was already upset. Earlier the latest meeting between nations didn’t go as planned. Although I wanted revenge for my sisters turn to nightmare moon; I couldn’t see us winning this war without excessive casualties. I also found that five of our allies had been wiped out in a single fell swoop. Essentially taking their entire races out of the war. The races who had their homes destroyed packed up their gear and went home in search of survivors and to see the truth.

I heard gentle tapping on the outside of my tent.

“Come in.” one of my personal honor guards came in and saluted me.

“My lady morale report as requested.” He said handing me a large scroll from one of his saddle bags.

I read and what I found was concerning. Cadences drop from the war to go back to the crystal empire after a human surprise attack had left them without their best tactician. As such many more stallions had been killed and their efforts to break the lines of the human armies had been unfruitful. On the Brightside a hidden message stated that the troublesome council members who tried to overthrow me had been taken care of… permanently.

I sighed.

“Anything we can doeth to boost morale among thy ponies?” I asked.

“A victory would be a great help. Ever since cadence was forced out by their cowardly attack the new tactician a bucking…” he stopped but I nodded my head to continue.

“A griffon, his kind are used to all out charges, but if he continues to send us on these suicide charges… Our morale gets lower with each time we get pushed back. Were also losing ponypower with each attack.” I nodded and unfolded the war map.

“I order thee tell thy ponies that I will leadeth the next charge personally.”

“My lady I do not.”

“I hath spoken go.” He bowed and said his thanks before leaving the tent. While I prepared a strategy using combined pony power.

“Humans thou hath not defeated thee yet and shallst pay dearly for cadences woes.

Author's Note

Yadda yadda tell me if there is anything i can do to improve story quality fix errors you know the drill see ya around hope you enjoy this short chapter.

Edit 06:54 dec 7th 2021
Did some ajustments