The New World | The Fall of the Crystal empireby EscalatorChaptersThe BeginningThe SummonsSombra and HopeLand of Rifle and TrenchCrystal Empire; the requestThe BeginningAuthor's Note The first page of this story! After this is finished shall end the Intermission. The Beginning "In loneliness, in sickness, in confusion-the mere knowledge of friendship makes it possible to endure, even if the friend is powerless to help. It is enough that they exist. Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is in these things that it roots most deeply. It is from these things that it flowers." -Pam Brown Equestra; Canterlot Region, Castle of the two sisters Celestia and Luna had been busy exploring the knowledge left behind by their late mentor Starswirl the Bearded whether it was medical, magical, or strength and power. But when the captain of the Royal Guard entered the old library, the princesses ceased their search and glided down from the bookshelves. "Your Highness, you have a visitor who brings urgent news," informed the Captain. "From where may I ask?" Celestia asked. "The Crystal Empire Your Highness, and she claims it's urgent," the Captain added. "Very well, thank you," Celestia thanked, as the captain saluted and left the room. "I wonder who or why did they send a message about?" Luna questioned. "I don't know sister, but we must answer it no doubt," Celestia replied, as the two exited the library and headed down the hall decorated with pony armor, portraits of old tribal leaders such as Commander Hurricane and Princess Platinum. Down another hallway was the hall of Peace seekers, with a special portrait reserved for the leader of the American Revolutionary Forces via, the first president of the Federation George Washington, who stared at the wall that the Sisters passed by to the throne room. Along the hallway are torches and torches, with the red carpet being the primary floor from the throne room to the back exit. As they entered the throne room Luna suddenly stood stiff in shock. "Luna is something wrong-" Suddenly Celestia sees that it wasn't a messenger at all... It was her soon-to-be apprentice Radiant Hope who stood in front of the thrones where the sisters stood. "Radiant Hope, I didn't expect you to be here at such a fast pace?" Celestia curiously queried. "I concur, you didn't bring anything? Unless..." "I'm sorry to come in here, but I came here for your help, my friend... He's..." "Ah, you never told us you've had a friend," Celestia chuckled, and Luna gave her the cold shoulder. "*ahem* right... What's wrong my little pony?" Celestia asked solemnly. Map of 203 BLB: Beastrop Province, Louis State "And with another yet striking victory for the Texan army! Griffonian armed forces are scattering on the run! Yeehaw, folks! Dem birds really don't like the taste of ur donated guns! And we get a new southern buddy haha! Give er' a good ol' friendly clap for that!" *Place non-realistic clapping here* "Hahaha! Anyways yer folks! Have a nice night! And remember! Birds think? SINCE WHEN!-" Meagan shuts off the radio after hearing the same old funny Southerner yapping his mouth off as Canter comes towards all packed with his lieutenant's helmet and equipment he'll need for the journey. The two are at the train station, and Canter had just been shipped to the northern border which spans up to more than hundreds of miles of bordered acres. Along it are trenches, foxholes, tank positions, and camps. "I hope you have a safe journey, Canter, I really hope you do," Meagan pleaded, as Canter chuckled and looked at the impregnated stomach that lay before him giving him a smile. "Ah don't worry, I'm going to be a daddy, and you'll be a mother," Canter smiled, as Meagan grabbed his hand and smiled back at him. "Do what you must to come back home, for our child Canter," Meagan expressed. Canter then grabbed her hand and the two kissed mouth to mouth, as a married couple's love before releasing their mouths from one another. "TRAIN DEPARTING TO STATION 60! ALL ABOARD!" Yelled the Conductor, as the train prepared to depart. "I promise, I will come back," he promised, as he ran towards the train with his ticket in hand handing it to the conductor he stamped it and climbed on board he sat in the private cabinet reserved for military officers, sitting on one of the Chairs is Lt. General Bradley who is reading a newspaper. "Good evening Lieutenant, I thought you'd never gotten on board." "My wife sir," "Ah, but you know the saying, a man does horrible things," Bradley paused, expecting Canter to finish. "To feed his family..." As he placed his luggage inside of the cabinet above the Conductor poked his body out after looking at his stopwatch and shouted. "ALL ABOARD! ALL ABOARD!" The train whistle blew and the smoke bellowed from the top of its funnel as it departed from the station everyone in the crowd waved their handkerchiefs toward the soldiers, relatives, and children who were departing to the north. Canter scanned around to find his wife before he spotted her waving her hands to him followed by his in-laws and his entire family as the train started picking up speed and finally they disappeared from his sight and into the land of plains and trees. Canter sat down on his chair as he watched tree after tree pass by him along with the farmer ponies either apple or pear families, along with corn and cotton farmers that spanned the plains collecting their usual cash crop in the evening time as Canter sat back with the sounds of his fellow officers chattering over politics, strategies and boring war stories. He went to West Point for this? He thought... And he would think that trains with faces weren't weird enough! Nevertheless, he never knew when he joined the military he would end up being some fortunate favor to the country's high leader Uncle Sam, of course being married he chose to rather stay with Meagan than an old bearded man with the power to shoot lasers from the tip of his fingers. And Meagan? Well hell, she was something else, the day he and she met he thought she was enough until she started telling him about how she rescued ponies from an evil being named Tirac (Or Tirek), and how she helped the princesses Celestia and Luna with some of the adventures along with some sort of Smooze Queen, Canter never felt lucky, to think that the family legacy he was getting himself into especially being related with the savior of humanity itself, though while he preferred to live his life normally he doesn't fray from it either, and he even told Meagan about it and at first she seemed ridiculed by it before he explained plainly and even showed her some of the artifacts along with showing her his 200-year-old Grandmother (which the Luther relatives are blessed with an expanded life span that can possibly span up to hundreds of years depending on the gender.) Of course, while his Grandmother died last year he and his wife lived happily together even in military service, and he is expecting a child. But as his train now tracks through a long way of railroad, he thought to himself what lays before him in the future... Which Creator himself shall show him... The Summons Canterlot Today was the traditional visit to Canterlot which is celebrated by every American president in commemoration of the Canterlot treaty that gave birth to America. Being in this commemoration was the tradition of him, Celestia, and Luna sitting down and having a good civilized chat between the major powers over breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner if the person in charge felt chatty enough. However, unlike this tradition, this was a summon. And while it was on the day of the traditional visit Andrew Jackson was sitting on his seat onboard a plane that was transporting him to the capitol of Equestria, what he read was a bit strange to him. "Some madpony takes over Crystal Empire and vows... Expansive consequences? What nerve does this being even have!" The president ranted. "Possible that he might launch an attack, after all, he did just brutally take over the empire, and last that our men heard he just killed the princess that ruled it, let alone enslaved the entire population," Van Buren added. "Hm... Then it's a good thing I ordered General Patton to reinforce our border defenses! Because otherwise we probably are exiles right now!" The president further ranted. "Yes indeed sir, yes indeed good sir." The plane approached the designated and reserved dirtway which especially trained pegasus have been directing the plane to the spot to land and where to dock. After docking procedures, the President rose from his seat, took a quick sip of his wine, grabbed his coat, his cane, and two revolvers, and slid them into his coat pockets. "Can never be so sure Calhoun (Ya bastard)! Keep that in mind," Andrew Jackson said. "Very good sir," said the butler, as he slid the Old Hickery's coat on. The two then stepped into the sunlight with the pegasus and human personnel entering inside to clean the room of the plane where the president sat. In front of the president and the vice president was Princess Luna, who for some reason had bluish-black armor, a horn that stuck out of her helmet, and horseshoes that seemed to extend up to a human being's knee. President Jackson who seemed very strange at the appearance waved in a, 'hi' type gesture. "You may be confused about my appearance," Luna pointed out. "Yes, I am. What's with the armor, some sort of joke?" Luna straightened her chest plate and the Lunar sword that holstered on her side. " Mr. President, me and my sister have requested that we will need you and your country's help," Luna requested. "Ah, why didn't you ask then, of course, I've yet to meet your sister, so where is that huge pony mix anyways?" The president chuckled. "She's waiting for us at the castle," Luna replied, with no emotion. "Hmph. Very well, then take us." Hours passed by, and Canter by now was asleep on the bench until General Bradley, who was enjoying his cup of coffee, sat down in front of the tired officer and looked outside. "You know, this wasn't really the first time I saw the landscape fly right past me you know?" Bradley said, taking a sip of his daily joe. "Heh, I imagine you can say that considering that you're a general, and to think that you are Patton's selected deputy, how well does that go for reputation," the two chuckled. "Well, I'd say if I were to apply for a job, I would probably be a math teacher teaching math back at West Point," Bradley spoke. "There I can definitely make myself at home there." "Well, until then, I guess we're stuck doing the dirty work," Canter backtracked, as he lifted a cigarette before Bradley pointed at the sign that said "No smoking in the lounge car." "Huh, that's miserable," Canter expressed, flipping his Match lid down and putting the cigarette back in his pocket. "You can wait a while, after all, we only have so much to travel," Bradley insisted. "I guess, so..." After the carriage landed on the balcony in front of the Castle which was usually crowded by the locals of Equestria was eerily quiet as if it had suddenly become an exclusion zone, but really it's because the area is a part of a training course that the guards had been using to prepare for something. And the president, who had already gotten an eerie feeling with Luna's armor, now feels somewhat worried but mixed with aggressive aggravation. "You've yet to tell me what is going on Princess, I'm getting impatient," the president demanded, Celestia appeared from the castle front with her wings wide open, and she was also armored as well, the only exception was that her entire chest is covered with gold plating with black undergarments under the chest plating, along with this her horseshoes looks more like boots, only there is gold on top and bottom, and the middle is entirely armor leggings. Whenever the presidents saw armor on leaders it was a sign that the leader in particular meant business, and it seems President Jackson happened to be one of those who witnessed this type of stuff. "President Andrew Jackson?" Celestia called on his name. "I assume you know the reason for all of this?" The Old Hickory questioned. "I do, and do not fret, we are not here to wage war on your country," Celestia reassured, but somehow the president doubted this truth a lot. "Then how do I know you aren't lying right in my face and marching your army from the only beachhead right now?" The president questioned skeptically. "Because according to the scouts sent into the Crystal empire, Sombra is rallying an army, along the way one of our guards detained one of your messenger-" "DETAINED!? DO YOU REALIZE THE AMOUNT OF INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT THIS MAY CAUSE!" "Easy Mr. President! He wasn't imprisoned, we've already sent him to the embassy where he was tasked to hand you a reply straight from Sombra," Celestia calmed. "Sombra? Who the hell is Sombra? I sent the message for Mi Amore! Is he the bastard that took over the kingdom?" "Unfortunately Mr. President, we do not have any clue as to what happened to her, or her foal." "...You mean Cadence I assume? Daughter of the one I'm trying to message? She's missing too?" "From what I can tell, the scout team tried to speak with one of the enslaved ponies but... Great faust their spirits are just broken and shattered, you can never imagine such evil!" "Hm... I wonder where I heard that before," the Old Hickory mentioned, referring to the time of Emperor Hiduras and the sibling war. It was then that the door opened with the messenger escorted by two guards arrived with the response. "Mr. President!" Saluted the messenger. "I got the response you needed, also sir, I quit!" The messenger then left the president's presence as Old Hickory rolled his eyes annoyed. "I saw that coming, alright lets... See??" Dear President. You have 23 hours to submit to my rule or be vanquished under my army. -Signed Sombra, King of the Crystal Empire Out of anger the President scrunched the paper into a ball and threw it outside of the conveniently opened window. "Well Princess, I'm Listening, now what is it you want to say? Because as I said, I am listening, intently..." Sombra and HopeThe story started off as a mysterious one... It all started the day the two met, Radiant Hope was an orphan who was born without any parents and was under the care of the Crystal City Orphanage. One day she met Sombra who had no clue about his past or his parents, although we do not believe he was born at all, but rather created. Sombra and Hope had spent their childhood together for ages before an incident that nearly killed Sombra occurred in the day known as the Crystal Faire. Sombra nearly vanished in his teenage years before being saved from Radiant Hope which on that day she earned her cutie Mark, but when she received the letter Sombra ran away, and came back to slay Mi Amore and take over the Crystal Empire. End of Story "And now it would seem that he is preparing to wage war on your country Mr. President," Celestia finished, leaving Andrew Jackson stoked on this strange matter... "Is this just a simplified story? And who is this Radiant Hope?" Old Hickory asked. "That would be me, sir," Radiant Hope presented herself in the room. "She was friends with Sombra, she came here for us to help him," "Help?.. Him? The one that's about to wage a war and potentially waste thousands of lives? Help him? I see why President Jefferson called your species crazy!" "As much as you might want to believe... Luna, please take her somewhere," Celestia insisted, to which Luna nodded. "Come along young one," Luna assisted, in Hope came along with the night princess leaving Andrew Jackson and Celestia alone. Celestia sighed and looked at the president. "We can't help him, President," "Hm?" "After receiving reports from our scouts Sombra is not a pony, but a shadow being from the race of Umbrum," Celestia informed, making Old Hickory aggravated. "Umbrum? What the absolute hell is that!" "The Umbrum is a shadow race, once former rulers of what would be known as the Crystal Empire, long ago banished thanks to the Crystal Heart, it wasn't long ago when me, my sister, and Princess Mi Amore created it, it serves as the only object between the Umbrum's presence and the Ponies of Equestria way of life, and now it would seem that the Umbrum has created it's own champion, somehow..." "So? Just bomb 'em the hell that's the American way, hell! We got bombers capable of leveling cities might as well!" " According to Mi Amore during the first encounter with these beings, they are susceptible to light, although we can't tell if they would dissipate upon contact with a human-made bullet or not, nonetheless, Sombra cannot be helped, even if we could," Celestia informed. "Huh... I guess I can add either Liars or Treacherous to Jefferson's gravestone..." " Mr. President we can't reform something this high level of evil, either he goes down, or this world does." "Well, nothing to say about lying to a foal-minded mare," Old Hickory added. "I wish I could say this to her, but she seemed so... Confident that he can change-" "HA!!!" laughed the president. "Listen, if he is willing to wage war I can understand the lie (kinda) but sooner or later you will have to break the news to her eventually, it's not the matter of when, it's the matter of who will or what tells her, and if not sooner, one day it's going to bite you in the cake eating ass of yours! mark my words, Princess!" Celestia puffed upon hearing the President's warning, he spoke it and he meant it, and knowing some presidents they tend to get aggravated when they do not get their way, except for George Washington, who knew exactly how to run a country, though in a sad shame that he had stepped down after 16 years Celestia has tried to be friendly as she was with the first President, but all she got was dominance and superiority, it made her wonder why she even allowed the humans the freedom to govern in the first place. "I will see about heeding it but for now... We have work to do." Moskva, the Northern Colony Rodinik people were minding their business as usual, with people driving the latest Federation exported vehicles, and some of the ethnics having their usual sun bath whenever they can get one in the cold conditions. However, this all abruptly stopped when lines of Crystal Empire troops marched through the streets stomping their hooves to assert dominance, although the population has no idea about Sombra's takeover, they have noticed a quick change in policies recently, being the uniforms, the aggressiveness from the Colonial brigades, and the recent rumors of prisoners being either conscripted or executed inside of the jails. And with that, the uniforms had intimidated the civilians. But not those who are armed. Not with the medieval items. But with guns and ammo. Somewhere underground Moskva is a resistance network that had been up to date with international events, and when the leaders of this rebellion heard about the death of Mi Amore and the reign of Sombra back home, they started worrying, if not aggravated. And so on that night, the men held a meeting to decide what the best course of action would be. "So to summarize, Sombra has murdered if not slaughtered Princess Mi Amore, and technically single-handedly mind controlled if not defeated the entire castle royal guard, is that what I'm hearing?" Asked General Zhukov. "Yes sir, that is correct, it's even being publically announced by the newspaper and everything, even on the front pages that our men had to smuggle." "Smuggle?" "Yes sir... Apparently, the authorities announced that due to "maintenance" they've decided to shut down the border." "Maintenance? On the American border?" Asked Zhukov. "What do you think sir?" "What do I think? I think we're heading to a fucking war that's what we'll think! And if that asshole of a ruler thinks he can topple the government he-he'll... He'll be overrun..." "Sir?" "Quiet General Parskla! I'm thinking!" The general thought about the power in the military between the Crystal Empire and America, although one side may use magic he has noticed the recent invention of the tank and the plane, the DH-4 fighter bi-plane, and the M2 Stuart tank. overall however the Americans have advanced a bit with their technological advancements to the point of almost being unstoppable, but... "What do we have on the army movements?" Zhokov asked. "Currently most of the city garrison is heading to the border..." Replied General Karniav. "Hm... Most of it ey... General Parskla! General Kirov! Prepare the East and Northwest companies! When you receive my word begin operation Zero!" Zhukov ordered, making the generals surprised at this sudden jolt of orders. "Sir?" "You heard me, for now, conduct Phase One of Operation Zero as planned and start collecting weapons and conscripting the well-able men! Gentlemen! The time has come, and every moment that is wasted in this Creator Forsakened room is a second closer to this war that is about to break out! Now let's show the world what we're capable of!" The meeting of the generals was adjourned and the resistance commanders reported to their divisions and would prepare to execute Phase 1. Now's the matter of Phase 2 before the final phase... Author's Note So just to add a little something, these are the borders of Humarica during the Fall of the Crystal Empire. Land of Rifle and Trench Station 60 It's been about a day since Canter departed from Beastrop, and already he missed his wife, but upon waking up, Bradley was standing over him, and he was also met with a cold gust that swept over his skin, as he looked out the window he was surprised to find a winter wonderland only it's Summer, and in the Northern parts it's practically the opposite weather with snow, but in this Creator forsaken land, it's a arctic wasteland turned trench zone. "Not disturbing your sight seeing Lieutenant, but we're about to arrive soon," Bradley informed, as Canter got up and scratched his head. "Alright, I'll get my company presented," Canter insisted, as he got up and headed to his company's cart where he stood and shouted. "ATTENTION!" Immediately the men went silent and paused their game of cards just to hear what their commanding officer had to say. "Gentlemen! We're about to arrive at the designated area! So be sure to pack your equipment, because if you leave it here you are not going to see it again other than being on a damn sale at a local pawn shop in this god-forsaken area! I assume you all have your buddies or partners?" Canter assumed. "SIR YES SIR!" "Good to hear, carry on, I'll be back to let you all know that we have arrived," informed Canter as he left and cart and headed back to the private cart which was as usual packed with officers, only they were itching themselves to have that smoking session. "Good Grief..." Crystal City Upon inspecting the slaves and the troops for his Army Sombra chuckled at the misery he had caused on the entire population, it was then that one of his guards arrived with a message from Equestria which had the cursed seal of the twin sisters, something he spat on. On the letter it says. "-King Sombra. You are given 29 days to stand off and come quietly with the royal guards outside of the border, we can still help each other but if you are willing to wage a war against our allies you are severely mistakened, we will respond appropriately in kind if you choose this path, don't do this, heed this warning and surrender. -Ordered and Signed, Princess Celestia of Equestria." Sombra quickly crumpled the paper and looked at a slave. "Cease that slave, I wish to feed her something," he smiled, as they apprehended the crippled malnourished mare slave and placed her in front of him. "Hungry?" He smirked. "N-n-no! No, thank you I-I-I don't want t-to!" "Ahh now come on, I'm sure you'll love it," He insisted devilishly. "No, I don't want to!" Yelled the Slave. "Fine then, if that's what you wish, guards take her to the mines!" Ordered the tyrant as the guards grabbed the mare. "STOP!" Yelled a male voice, which the slaves separated away from in the crowd. "You dare postpone my judgment?" Sombra questioned. "That's my wife you're trying to send!" Yelled the stallion in a defiant tone, making the mind-controlled guards chuckle and the mare worried, shaking her head aggressively, he then smirked in pleasure and signaled his guards to cease him and bring right in front of his malicious presence. And after being presented he spoke. "If you wish not to have your wife sent to the mines, then... Eat. This. Message!" Sombra demanded. At first, the Stallion was hesitant but as he looked at his crippled malnourished wife who is suffering from hunger he swallowed his pride and approached the king. "Now... Eat it." In response to Sombra's demands, he snatched the paper off of Sombra's hooves and at it including the wrap, the seal, and the paper itself, after nearly choking to death who stood on his hoof in rebellion against the tyrant he and his wife was serving. "How does it taste?" Sombra asked. "Taste like bucking shit! Just like you are you bucking tyrant!!" Rebelled the Stallion, which Sombra took offense in a way that he did swiftly. "Well then, let me show you what I really taste like!" Sombra added, as he spawned his Scythe and slaughtered the Stallion in the neck. The mare looked in horror at what she saw as the death of her husband as his body fell lifelessly bloodied on the ground. Dead... "NO! NO NO NO NO! DEAR FAUST NO OH NO!" The mare cried in a shout as she tried to break free of the guards who shoved her back into the crowd of the enslaved, as Sombra stood furiously over the dead stallion and decreed. "ANYONE ELSE WISH TO INSULT MY NAME WILL BE IMMEDIATELY EXECUTED PERSONALLY BY ME, AND BECAUSE OF THIS MARE'S HUSBAND'S DEFIANCE! I SENTENCE YOU ALL TO DEATH! IN THE MINES!" Immediately the entire group was sent off to the mines, located in the underground tunnels with unstable crystals that would fall periodically and kill anyone below it in an instant. While the mare lost her husband, she didn't lose her spirit, nor her respect rather she gained it as other ponies grieve for the rebellion her husband showed, but while also mixed with hints of fury as decreed by the king of the monsters, they've been all sentenced to death. The American-Crystal border Being in a train cramped to the brink for a day takes a lot out of your stretch, especially when getting off of it, but on the bright side at least Canter was not on the Creator Forsakened trained. Although the train was late, so this complicated Bradley as he looked at his stopwatch. "Huh, and you think this passenger train was on time?" He said, as we both heard yelling and shouting towards the train by a man known to the Brookish as Sir Hatt of Tidmouth, standing beside him as he was yelling at the train and its engineers was General Patton. He turned towards Canter and Bradley and walked over to them lighting his cigar. "Are you two my reinforcements?" Patton asked, puffing his smoke. "Reinforcements?" Bradley asked, while Canter stood there quiet. "Yeah, reinforcements, what are you some sort of crazy bastard?" Patton slandered. "Not as much as yourself, you've seem to be choked out," Bradley replied, which the General gave Bradley the deadpan look before cracking up a laugh and a chuckled. "I like this one," Patton smiled, shaking hands with Bradley. "Welcome to Sunset Hills! Where a soldier can be whatever the hell they want, as long as they have the guts to kill a man, or for this instance, those damn son of a bitches we call harmless over there." "Thank you for the welcoming committee then," Bradley replied. "So! What might be your name, and what is your company?" Patton asked. "I am referred as Major General Omar Bradley, I was assigned to be your deputy Commander for this task force also, this would be infact the third army corps that you've requested to Field Marshal Grant." "I see, well then I will introduce myself on the way to the playground, alright folks follow me!" Patton insisted, as the troops that had now boarded off the train started to unload the vehicles that was apart of the transportation from their base. As vehicles such as trucks, and Jeeps were unloaded Patton, Bradley, and Canter were leading the men to the lands dubbed "The land of Rifle and Trench" or basically what your average trench warfare would look like. "So with introductions here, I am referred as Lt. General of this armor battalion, you can tell this because of the amount of tanks lying around this field here and there," Patton introduced, which placed Bradley into a surprise, while Patton looked at Canter with curiosity. "Now how about this man right here? Does he speak?" Patton asked. "He does, but before we boarded the train I've advised him to keep quiet and to let me do the talking," Bradley admitted. "What exactly am I to you people? I may be feared by my army but that's because they should rather than the enemy, but I wouldn't take it this far to silence them, otherwise we might as well call ourselves those Equestrian Imperials! Now tell me, what is his name?" Patton asked. "I can't really provide you his first but he is referred to as-" "You do realize that the bastards above you can't do a bitch about the names, just spit it out!" Patton demanded. "Canter..." Replied Canter. "Speak up?" Patton asked. "Didn't hear you the first time." "My name is Canter Yates." Patton was dumbfounded by the name but then. "Well aren't you a special one! Last I heard you've been sucking up to Uncle Sam and his army of political shit heads! But then again I appreciate you leaving that old bastard! I am patriotic, but I rather not to have a old crippling sack like him represent my patriotism!" Patton ranted. "Don't we all... Well now you know exactly why I left him in the first place, I'd rather be out here than to stay in his sight, besides what's the worst that could happen?" Canter said, which stoked Patton in place. "... Dammit Canter! Now I have to double my defenses!" Patton Scolded. "What?" Moskva In the alleyways of Moskva, the Rodiniks and other ethnic groups started setting up the great underground market, filled to the brim with exclusive weapons and magic viles, along with anything illegal in Imperial territory. A man was waiting in the alley when a individual approached him. He held out his knife and said. "Who goes there! Show yourself!" The individual raised his hands up and stepped into the sunlight. "Don't fret, it's me Kurt Ogalivich remember? The wine bottle has been dropped!" When the individual heard the code phrase he lowered his knife. "Apologies comrade, I was surely thought that you were one of those ponies!" Replied the dealer. "Do you got the goods?" Kurt asked. "Yes comrade Ogalivich," the dealer replied, opening the brief case and showing a beauty of a Golden Pistol, fully loaded, yet untouched. Kurt smiled and leaned close to the weapon before the case was slammed shut. "The dough, comrade," the dealer pressured. "Da, da, I almost forgot." Ogalivich opened his brief case revealing stacks and stacks of cash and bits, giving the Dealer a mouth watering joy. The two then simultaneously exchanged briefcases and tipped their hats to each other. "A pleasure doing business, but I like to ask, why a golden gun?" Asked the dealer. "That is a secret," replied Kurt, as he and the Dealer parted their ways into the darkness. Congress As the events sprialled into a full on fear the congressional session had been filled with filibustering, gaslighting, other types of definitions for insult on political opponents. "This has gone out of hand!" Said a Democratic-Republican Griffon. "If this self-proclaimed 'king' doesn't stand down by the 29th day mark we can't just stand idly by as the Equestrians invade the Crystal Empire! Something must be done about this aggression!" "Mr. Gordon of the Anti-Federalist party, do you have a rebuttal?" Asked House Speaker Jen. "OH I DEFINITELY HAVE A REBUTTAL! You are a insane man Mr. Wyvern Tarp! Here you are a Griffon representing your state and kind, but yet here you are playing the coward card and siding with the enemy! Which may I remind you that this is the same pony who is about to invade our country!" "He has not specified WHICH country! But if you coul-" A congress pony in the back of the chamers floor raised his hoof. "Mr. Frost Hill, assistant of Uncle Sam, do you wish to speak?" Asked the house speaker. "Indeed I do Mr. House Speaker, I just wanted to put in my opinions regarding this mess," the Cyan pony spoke, as he trotted to the center floor which divided the Democratic-Republican party with the Anti-Federalist party. "Gentlemen, Griffons, Colts, and Dragons, I do express that this is a serious topic, the possibility of Equestria invading the Crystal Empire is something never thinkable in a life time, but I can see a point in both sides of this argument. Unfortunately one may be correct, but you need to consider that the mess we're in is as complicated as farming equipment!" The pony paused for a moment as the congressmen looked on continually. "The point is, this could be Equestria's excuse of gaining land in a attempt of reclaiming their North Humarican beach head above us as a new colony, on the other hand, we should perhaps plan out for a legitimate war from the north, and if we are Sombra's first target well..." The floor was filled with murmuring and silent protests as the party sides fell asleep and then being awakened by their fellow congressmen. Finally both parties decided enough was enough. "Mr. House Speaker this is getting too long and pointless! My party requests a recess!" Said Mr. Tarp the Griffon. "Agreed, this pony! Is yapping about useless friendship stuff again!" Mr. Gordon replied, as Frost Hill drooped his head down in despair. "Very well then, Congress may go into recess, 67 minutes and we will reconvene." And with the sound of the gavel the floor was dismissed temporarily as Frost Hill looked at a disturbed Uncle Sam who stood from the balcony sitting on his private chair as he saw only excuses and rebuttals with argument filled hate. Frost Hill is Uncle Sam's Representative at the time, he is a bright ice colored blue and well, dark blue mane, he is also a pegasi so it didn't surprise literally no one when he flew up to the balcony where Uncle Sam shook his head. "Tried my best sir, but-" "You did well Frost," Uncle Sam sighed. "Unfortunately I was fool to allow exceptions in this country." "Why not enforce it? George Washington had given you that right?" "Yeah, but then I would've been seen as a tyrant rather than a patriotic figure, besides the best thing to do is to watch this all burn into a mist of chaos and confusion, and then after start all over." "And then what sir?" Asked Frost. "Well, all I can say is Creator help us all after that happens, because after beauacracy comes nothing, other than a anarchic society, which lord forbid that happens, but if it does well... I think you know where that goes." "So what about this then?" Frost asked. "Well, sooner or later Congress will have to single handedly agree on something, it depends on how they will do it, but I hope soon that it doesn't come to what makes them without choice route." "Or what? Sir?" "Or many lives, will be lost..." Crystal Empire; the request Crystal City With the vast amount of crystal ponies, either enslaved or military mind-controlled Sombra stood over his throne chuckling at the empire of his own. It was then that one of his slaves entered his domain with a letter, which was written by... "Hm... Who is this... Andrew Jackson?" Sombra questioned, standing from his throne and looking at the doors opened which the enslaved crystal guard presented Sombra, a human. "Who are you? Some sort of disfigured Minotaur or..." The human was bagged but replied. "Okay, that's just racist." "Race-ist?" Sombra raised. "Oh, that's right... You ponies don't understand Human language." "Speak your peace human! Or I shall force it out of you!" Sombra demands, pointing a scythe up the human's neck. "Okay okay! I was sent here on behalf of the American Government to deliver a message to Princess Mi Amor-" "DO NOT MENTION THAT NAME IN MY REALM!" Sombra hissed, "Or it shall be YOUR HEAD!" "Understood... Well, the president was asking if... Uhh... You can decolonize the northern territory for peace's sake? We're a bit weary about the security risk it poses," the human spoke, as Sombra relinquished the scythe from his neck. "Unbag him," he ordered, and his slaves presented Sombra's face to the human who kneeled terrified at Sombra's appearance. "Oh..." "Now, relay this to the president, sure he may take the northern Colony, from my cold shadowy hooves!" Sombra warned. "... So I'll just put that down as a maybe?" The messenger spoke. "Get out, NOW!" Demanded Sombra as the slaves escorted the human out of the throne room leaving Sombra sitting on his chair chuckling. "So... They want my precious colony?" Sombra chuckled. "Then I'll gladly give them it, but only for them to be in my empire, general! Prepare the transmission potion! I wish to speak with my army commanders at the colony!" Sombra relayed, as his general slave went to the bottom stairs to collect a potion. Which Sombra may use, to give the preparation and order. To launch a short, but terrible war in Humarica...
The BeginningAuthor's Note The first page of this story! After this is finished shall end the Intermission. The Beginning "In loneliness, in sickness, in confusion-the mere knowledge of friendship makes it possible to endure, even if the friend is powerless to help. It is enough that they exist. Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is in these things that it roots most deeply. It is from these things that it flowers." -Pam Brown Equestra; Canterlot Region, Castle of the two sisters Celestia and Luna had been busy exploring the knowledge left behind by their late mentor Starswirl the Bearded whether it was medical, magical, or strength and power. But when the captain of the Royal Guard entered the old library, the princesses ceased their search and glided down from the bookshelves. "Your Highness, you have a visitor who brings urgent news," informed the Captain. "From where may I ask?" Celestia asked. "The Crystal Empire Your Highness, and she claims it's urgent," the Captain added. "Very well, thank you," Celestia thanked, as the captain saluted and left the room. "I wonder who or why did they send a message about?" Luna questioned. "I don't know sister, but we must answer it no doubt," Celestia replied, as the two exited the library and headed down the hall decorated with pony armor, portraits of old tribal leaders such as Commander Hurricane and Princess Platinum. Down another hallway was the hall of Peace seekers, with a special portrait reserved for the leader of the American Revolutionary Forces via, the first president of the Federation George Washington, who stared at the wall that the Sisters passed by to the throne room. Along the hallway are torches and torches, with the red carpet being the primary floor from the throne room to the back exit. As they entered the throne room Luna suddenly stood stiff in shock. "Luna is something wrong-" Suddenly Celestia sees that it wasn't a messenger at all... It was her soon-to-be apprentice Radiant Hope who stood in front of the thrones where the sisters stood. "Radiant Hope, I didn't expect you to be here at such a fast pace?" Celestia curiously queried. "I concur, you didn't bring anything? Unless..." "I'm sorry to come in here, but I came here for your help, my friend... He's..." "Ah, you never told us you've had a friend," Celestia chuckled, and Luna gave her the cold shoulder. "*ahem* right... What's wrong my little pony?" Celestia asked solemnly. Map of 203 BLB: Beastrop Province, Louis State "And with another yet striking victory for the Texan army! Griffonian armed forces are scattering on the run! Yeehaw, folks! Dem birds really don't like the taste of ur donated guns! And we get a new southern buddy haha! Give er' a good ol' friendly clap for that!" *Place non-realistic clapping here* "Hahaha! Anyways yer folks! Have a nice night! And remember! Birds think? SINCE WHEN!-" Meagan shuts off the radio after hearing the same old funny Southerner yapping his mouth off as Canter comes towards all packed with his lieutenant's helmet and equipment he'll need for the journey. The two are at the train station, and Canter had just been shipped to the northern border which spans up to more than hundreds of miles of bordered acres. Along it are trenches, foxholes, tank positions, and camps. "I hope you have a safe journey, Canter, I really hope you do," Meagan pleaded, as Canter chuckled and looked at the impregnated stomach that lay before him giving him a smile. "Ah don't worry, I'm going to be a daddy, and you'll be a mother," Canter smiled, as Meagan grabbed his hand and smiled back at him. "Do what you must to come back home, for our child Canter," Meagan expressed. Canter then grabbed her hand and the two kissed mouth to mouth, as a married couple's love before releasing their mouths from one another. "TRAIN DEPARTING TO STATION 60! ALL ABOARD!" Yelled the Conductor, as the train prepared to depart. "I promise, I will come back," he promised, as he ran towards the train with his ticket in hand handing it to the conductor he stamped it and climbed on board he sat in the private cabinet reserved for military officers, sitting on one of the Chairs is Lt. General Bradley who is reading a newspaper. "Good evening Lieutenant, I thought you'd never gotten on board." "My wife sir," "Ah, but you know the saying, a man does horrible things," Bradley paused, expecting Canter to finish. "To feed his family..." As he placed his luggage inside of the cabinet above the Conductor poked his body out after looking at his stopwatch and shouted. "ALL ABOARD! ALL ABOARD!" The train whistle blew and the smoke bellowed from the top of its funnel as it departed from the station everyone in the crowd waved their handkerchiefs toward the soldiers, relatives, and children who were departing to the north. Canter scanned around to find his wife before he spotted her waving her hands to him followed by his in-laws and his entire family as the train started picking up speed and finally they disappeared from his sight and into the land of plains and trees. Canter sat down on his chair as he watched tree after tree pass by him along with the farmer ponies either apple or pear families, along with corn and cotton farmers that spanned the plains collecting their usual cash crop in the evening time as Canter sat back with the sounds of his fellow officers chattering over politics, strategies and boring war stories. He went to West Point for this? He thought... And he would think that trains with faces weren't weird enough! Nevertheless, he never knew when he joined the military he would end up being some fortunate favor to the country's high leader Uncle Sam, of course being married he chose to rather stay with Meagan than an old bearded man with the power to shoot lasers from the tip of his fingers. And Meagan? Well hell, she was something else, the day he and she met he thought she was enough until she started telling him about how she rescued ponies from an evil being named Tirac (Or Tirek), and how she helped the princesses Celestia and Luna with some of the adventures along with some sort of Smooze Queen, Canter never felt lucky, to think that the family legacy he was getting himself into especially being related with the savior of humanity itself, though while he preferred to live his life normally he doesn't fray from it either, and he even told Meagan about it and at first she seemed ridiculed by it before he explained plainly and even showed her some of the artifacts along with showing her his 200-year-old Grandmother (which the Luther relatives are blessed with an expanded life span that can possibly span up to hundreds of years depending on the gender.) Of course, while his Grandmother died last year he and his wife lived happily together even in military service, and he is expecting a child. But as his train now tracks through a long way of railroad, he thought to himself what lays before him in the future... Which Creator himself shall show him...
The Summons Canterlot Today was the traditional visit to Canterlot which is celebrated by every American president in commemoration of the Canterlot treaty that gave birth to America. Being in this commemoration was the tradition of him, Celestia, and Luna sitting down and having a good civilized chat between the major powers over breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner if the person in charge felt chatty enough. However, unlike this tradition, this was a summon. And while it was on the day of the traditional visit Andrew Jackson was sitting on his seat onboard a plane that was transporting him to the capitol of Equestria, what he read was a bit strange to him. "Some madpony takes over Crystal Empire and vows... Expansive consequences? What nerve does this being even have!" The president ranted. "Possible that he might launch an attack, after all, he did just brutally take over the empire, and last that our men heard he just killed the princess that ruled it, let alone enslaved the entire population," Van Buren added. "Hm... Then it's a good thing I ordered General Patton to reinforce our border defenses! Because otherwise we probably are exiles right now!" The president further ranted. "Yes indeed sir, yes indeed good sir." The plane approached the designated and reserved dirtway which especially trained pegasus have been directing the plane to the spot to land and where to dock. After docking procedures, the President rose from his seat, took a quick sip of his wine, grabbed his coat, his cane, and two revolvers, and slid them into his coat pockets. "Can never be so sure Calhoun (Ya bastard)! Keep that in mind," Andrew Jackson said. "Very good sir," said the butler, as he slid the Old Hickery's coat on. The two then stepped into the sunlight with the pegasus and human personnel entering inside to clean the room of the plane where the president sat. In front of the president and the vice president was Princess Luna, who for some reason had bluish-black armor, a horn that stuck out of her helmet, and horseshoes that seemed to extend up to a human being's knee. President Jackson who seemed very strange at the appearance waved in a, 'hi' type gesture. "You may be confused about my appearance," Luna pointed out. "Yes, I am. What's with the armor, some sort of joke?" Luna straightened her chest plate and the Lunar sword that holstered on her side. " Mr. President, me and my sister have requested that we will need you and your country's help," Luna requested. "Ah, why didn't you ask then, of course, I've yet to meet your sister, so where is that huge pony mix anyways?" The president chuckled. "She's waiting for us at the castle," Luna replied, with no emotion. "Hmph. Very well, then take us." Hours passed by, and Canter by now was asleep on the bench until General Bradley, who was enjoying his cup of coffee, sat down in front of the tired officer and looked outside. "You know, this wasn't really the first time I saw the landscape fly right past me you know?" Bradley said, taking a sip of his daily joe. "Heh, I imagine you can say that considering that you're a general, and to think that you are Patton's selected deputy, how well does that go for reputation," the two chuckled. "Well, I'd say if I were to apply for a job, I would probably be a math teacher teaching math back at West Point," Bradley spoke. "There I can definitely make myself at home there." "Well, until then, I guess we're stuck doing the dirty work," Canter backtracked, as he lifted a cigarette before Bradley pointed at the sign that said "No smoking in the lounge car." "Huh, that's miserable," Canter expressed, flipping his Match lid down and putting the cigarette back in his pocket. "You can wait a while, after all, we only have so much to travel," Bradley insisted. "I guess, so..." After the carriage landed on the balcony in front of the Castle which was usually crowded by the locals of Equestria was eerily quiet as if it had suddenly become an exclusion zone, but really it's because the area is a part of a training course that the guards had been using to prepare for something. And the president, who had already gotten an eerie feeling with Luna's armor, now feels somewhat worried but mixed with aggressive aggravation. "You've yet to tell me what is going on Princess, I'm getting impatient," the president demanded, Celestia appeared from the castle front with her wings wide open, and she was also armored as well, the only exception was that her entire chest is covered with gold plating with black undergarments under the chest plating, along with this her horseshoes looks more like boots, only there is gold on top and bottom, and the middle is entirely armor leggings. Whenever the presidents saw armor on leaders it was a sign that the leader in particular meant business, and it seems President Jackson happened to be one of those who witnessed this type of stuff. "President Andrew Jackson?" Celestia called on his name. "I assume you know the reason for all of this?" The Old Hickory questioned. "I do, and do not fret, we are not here to wage war on your country," Celestia reassured, but somehow the president doubted this truth a lot. "Then how do I know you aren't lying right in my face and marching your army from the only beachhead right now?" The president questioned skeptically. "Because according to the scouts sent into the Crystal empire, Sombra is rallying an army, along the way one of our guards detained one of your messenger-" "DETAINED!? DO YOU REALIZE THE AMOUNT OF INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT THIS MAY CAUSE!" "Easy Mr. President! He wasn't imprisoned, we've already sent him to the embassy where he was tasked to hand you a reply straight from Sombra," Celestia calmed. "Sombra? Who the hell is Sombra? I sent the message for Mi Amore! Is he the bastard that took over the kingdom?" "Unfortunately Mr. President, we do not have any clue as to what happened to her, or her foal." "...You mean Cadence I assume? Daughter of the one I'm trying to message? She's missing too?" "From what I can tell, the scout team tried to speak with one of the enslaved ponies but... Great faust their spirits are just broken and shattered, you can never imagine such evil!" "Hm... I wonder where I heard that before," the Old Hickory mentioned, referring to the time of Emperor Hiduras and the sibling war. It was then that the door opened with the messenger escorted by two guards arrived with the response. "Mr. President!" Saluted the messenger. "I got the response you needed, also sir, I quit!" The messenger then left the president's presence as Old Hickory rolled his eyes annoyed. "I saw that coming, alright lets... See??" Dear President. You have 23 hours to submit to my rule or be vanquished under my army. -Signed Sombra, King of the Crystal Empire Out of anger the President scrunched the paper into a ball and threw it outside of the conveniently opened window. "Well Princess, I'm Listening, now what is it you want to say? Because as I said, I am listening, intently..."
Sombra and HopeThe story started off as a mysterious one... It all started the day the two met, Radiant Hope was an orphan who was born without any parents and was under the care of the Crystal City Orphanage. One day she met Sombra who had no clue about his past or his parents, although we do not believe he was born at all, but rather created. Sombra and Hope had spent their childhood together for ages before an incident that nearly killed Sombra occurred in the day known as the Crystal Faire. Sombra nearly vanished in his teenage years before being saved from Radiant Hope which on that day she earned her cutie Mark, but when she received the letter Sombra ran away, and came back to slay Mi Amore and take over the Crystal Empire. End of Story "And now it would seem that he is preparing to wage war on your country Mr. President," Celestia finished, leaving Andrew Jackson stoked on this strange matter... "Is this just a simplified story? And who is this Radiant Hope?" Old Hickory asked. "That would be me, sir," Radiant Hope presented herself in the room. "She was friends with Sombra, she came here for us to help him," "Help?.. Him? The one that's about to wage a war and potentially waste thousands of lives? Help him? I see why President Jefferson called your species crazy!" "As much as you might want to believe... Luna, please take her somewhere," Celestia insisted, to which Luna nodded. "Come along young one," Luna assisted, in Hope came along with the night princess leaving Andrew Jackson and Celestia alone. Celestia sighed and looked at the president. "We can't help him, President," "Hm?" "After receiving reports from our scouts Sombra is not a pony, but a shadow being from the race of Umbrum," Celestia informed, making Old Hickory aggravated. "Umbrum? What the absolute hell is that!" "The Umbrum is a shadow race, once former rulers of what would be known as the Crystal Empire, long ago banished thanks to the Crystal Heart, it wasn't long ago when me, my sister, and Princess Mi Amore created it, it serves as the only object between the Umbrum's presence and the Ponies of Equestria way of life, and now it would seem that the Umbrum has created it's own champion, somehow..." "So? Just bomb 'em the hell that's the American way, hell! We got bombers capable of leveling cities might as well!" " According to Mi Amore during the first encounter with these beings, they are susceptible to light, although we can't tell if they would dissipate upon contact with a human-made bullet or not, nonetheless, Sombra cannot be helped, even if we could," Celestia informed. "Huh... I guess I can add either Liars or Treacherous to Jefferson's gravestone..." " Mr. President we can't reform something this high level of evil, either he goes down, or this world does." "Well, nothing to say about lying to a foal-minded mare," Old Hickory added. "I wish I could say this to her, but she seemed so... Confident that he can change-" "HA!!!" laughed the president. "Listen, if he is willing to wage war I can understand the lie (kinda) but sooner or later you will have to break the news to her eventually, it's not the matter of when, it's the matter of who will or what tells her, and if not sooner, one day it's going to bite you in the cake eating ass of yours! mark my words, Princess!" Celestia puffed upon hearing the President's warning, he spoke it and he meant it, and knowing some presidents they tend to get aggravated when they do not get their way, except for George Washington, who knew exactly how to run a country, though in a sad shame that he had stepped down after 16 years Celestia has tried to be friendly as she was with the first President, but all she got was dominance and superiority, it made her wonder why she even allowed the humans the freedom to govern in the first place. "I will see about heeding it but for now... We have work to do." Moskva, the Northern Colony Rodinik people were minding their business as usual, with people driving the latest Federation exported vehicles, and some of the ethnics having their usual sun bath whenever they can get one in the cold conditions. However, this all abruptly stopped when lines of Crystal Empire troops marched through the streets stomping their hooves to assert dominance, although the population has no idea about Sombra's takeover, they have noticed a quick change in policies recently, being the uniforms, the aggressiveness from the Colonial brigades, and the recent rumors of prisoners being either conscripted or executed inside of the jails. And with that, the uniforms had intimidated the civilians. But not those who are armed. Not with the medieval items. But with guns and ammo. Somewhere underground Moskva is a resistance network that had been up to date with international events, and when the leaders of this rebellion heard about the death of Mi Amore and the reign of Sombra back home, they started worrying, if not aggravated. And so on that night, the men held a meeting to decide what the best course of action would be. "So to summarize, Sombra has murdered if not slaughtered Princess Mi Amore, and technically single-handedly mind controlled if not defeated the entire castle royal guard, is that what I'm hearing?" Asked General Zhukov. "Yes sir, that is correct, it's even being publically announced by the newspaper and everything, even on the front pages that our men had to smuggle." "Smuggle?" "Yes sir... Apparently, the authorities announced that due to "maintenance" they've decided to shut down the border." "Maintenance? On the American border?" Asked Zhukov. "What do you think sir?" "What do I think? I think we're heading to a fucking war that's what we'll think! And if that asshole of a ruler thinks he can topple the government he-he'll... He'll be overrun..." "Sir?" "Quiet General Parskla! I'm thinking!" The general thought about the power in the military between the Crystal Empire and America, although one side may use magic he has noticed the recent invention of the tank and the plane, the DH-4 fighter bi-plane, and the M2 Stuart tank. overall however the Americans have advanced a bit with their technological advancements to the point of almost being unstoppable, but... "What do we have on the army movements?" Zhokov asked. "Currently most of the city garrison is heading to the border..." Replied General Karniav. "Hm... Most of it ey... General Parskla! General Kirov! Prepare the East and Northwest companies! When you receive my word begin operation Zero!" Zhukov ordered, making the generals surprised at this sudden jolt of orders. "Sir?" "You heard me, for now, conduct Phase One of Operation Zero as planned and start collecting weapons and conscripting the well-able men! Gentlemen! The time has come, and every moment that is wasted in this Creator Forsakened room is a second closer to this war that is about to break out! Now let's show the world what we're capable of!" The meeting of the generals was adjourned and the resistance commanders reported to their divisions and would prepare to execute Phase 1. Now's the matter of Phase 2 before the final phase... Author's Note So just to add a little something, these are the borders of Humarica during the Fall of the Crystal Empire.
Land of Rifle and Trench Station 60 It's been about a day since Canter departed from Beastrop, and already he missed his wife, but upon waking up, Bradley was standing over him, and he was also met with a cold gust that swept over his skin, as he looked out the window he was surprised to find a winter wonderland only it's Summer, and in the Northern parts it's practically the opposite weather with snow, but in this Creator forsaken land, it's a arctic wasteland turned trench zone. "Not disturbing your sight seeing Lieutenant, but we're about to arrive soon," Bradley informed, as Canter got up and scratched his head. "Alright, I'll get my company presented," Canter insisted, as he got up and headed to his company's cart where he stood and shouted. "ATTENTION!" Immediately the men went silent and paused their game of cards just to hear what their commanding officer had to say. "Gentlemen! We're about to arrive at the designated area! So be sure to pack your equipment, because if you leave it here you are not going to see it again other than being on a damn sale at a local pawn shop in this god-forsaken area! I assume you all have your buddies or partners?" Canter assumed. "SIR YES SIR!" "Good to hear, carry on, I'll be back to let you all know that we have arrived," informed Canter as he left and cart and headed back to the private cart which was as usual packed with officers, only they were itching themselves to have that smoking session. "Good Grief..." Crystal City Upon inspecting the slaves and the troops for his Army Sombra chuckled at the misery he had caused on the entire population, it was then that one of his guards arrived with a message from Equestria which had the cursed seal of the twin sisters, something he spat on. On the letter it says. "-King Sombra. You are given 29 days to stand off and come quietly with the royal guards outside of the border, we can still help each other but if you are willing to wage a war against our allies you are severely mistakened, we will respond appropriately in kind if you choose this path, don't do this, heed this warning and surrender. -Ordered and Signed, Princess Celestia of Equestria." Sombra quickly crumpled the paper and looked at a slave. "Cease that slave, I wish to feed her something," he smiled, as they apprehended the crippled malnourished mare slave and placed her in front of him. "Hungry?" He smirked. "N-n-no! No, thank you I-I-I don't want t-to!" "Ahh now come on, I'm sure you'll love it," He insisted devilishly. "No, I don't want to!" Yelled the Slave. "Fine then, if that's what you wish, guards take her to the mines!" Ordered the tyrant as the guards grabbed the mare. "STOP!" Yelled a male voice, which the slaves separated away from in the crowd. "You dare postpone my judgment?" Sombra questioned. "That's my wife you're trying to send!" Yelled the stallion in a defiant tone, making the mind-controlled guards chuckle and the mare worried, shaking her head aggressively, he then smirked in pleasure and signaled his guards to cease him and bring right in front of his malicious presence. And after being presented he spoke. "If you wish not to have your wife sent to the mines, then... Eat. This. Message!" Sombra demanded. At first, the Stallion was hesitant but as he looked at his crippled malnourished wife who is suffering from hunger he swallowed his pride and approached the king. "Now... Eat it." In response to Sombra's demands, he snatched the paper off of Sombra's hooves and at it including the wrap, the seal, and the paper itself, after nearly choking to death who stood on his hoof in rebellion against the tyrant he and his wife was serving. "How does it taste?" Sombra asked. "Taste like bucking shit! Just like you are you bucking tyrant!!" Rebelled the Stallion, which Sombra took offense in a way that he did swiftly. "Well then, let me show you what I really taste like!" Sombra added, as he spawned his Scythe and slaughtered the Stallion in the neck. The mare looked in horror at what she saw as the death of her husband as his body fell lifelessly bloodied on the ground. Dead... "NO! NO NO NO NO! DEAR FAUST NO OH NO!" The mare cried in a shout as she tried to break free of the guards who shoved her back into the crowd of the enslaved, as Sombra stood furiously over the dead stallion and decreed. "ANYONE ELSE WISH TO INSULT MY NAME WILL BE IMMEDIATELY EXECUTED PERSONALLY BY ME, AND BECAUSE OF THIS MARE'S HUSBAND'S DEFIANCE! I SENTENCE YOU ALL TO DEATH! IN THE MINES!" Immediately the entire group was sent off to the mines, located in the underground tunnels with unstable crystals that would fall periodically and kill anyone below it in an instant. While the mare lost her husband, she didn't lose her spirit, nor her respect rather she gained it as other ponies grieve for the rebellion her husband showed, but while also mixed with hints of fury as decreed by the king of the monsters, they've been all sentenced to death. The American-Crystal border Being in a train cramped to the brink for a day takes a lot out of your stretch, especially when getting off of it, but on the bright side at least Canter was not on the Creator Forsakened trained. Although the train was late, so this complicated Bradley as he looked at his stopwatch. "Huh, and you think this passenger train was on time?" He said, as we both heard yelling and shouting towards the train by a man known to the Brookish as Sir Hatt of Tidmouth, standing beside him as he was yelling at the train and its engineers was General Patton. He turned towards Canter and Bradley and walked over to them lighting his cigar. "Are you two my reinforcements?" Patton asked, puffing his smoke. "Reinforcements?" Bradley asked, while Canter stood there quiet. "Yeah, reinforcements, what are you some sort of crazy bastard?" Patton slandered. "Not as much as yourself, you've seem to be choked out," Bradley replied, which the General gave Bradley the deadpan look before cracking up a laugh and a chuckled. "I like this one," Patton smiled, shaking hands with Bradley. "Welcome to Sunset Hills! Where a soldier can be whatever the hell they want, as long as they have the guts to kill a man, or for this instance, those damn son of a bitches we call harmless over there." "Thank you for the welcoming committee then," Bradley replied. "So! What might be your name, and what is your company?" Patton asked. "I am referred as Major General Omar Bradley, I was assigned to be your deputy Commander for this task force also, this would be infact the third army corps that you've requested to Field Marshal Grant." "I see, well then I will introduce myself on the way to the playground, alright folks follow me!" Patton insisted, as the troops that had now boarded off the train started to unload the vehicles that was apart of the transportation from their base. As vehicles such as trucks, and Jeeps were unloaded Patton, Bradley, and Canter were leading the men to the lands dubbed "The land of Rifle and Trench" or basically what your average trench warfare would look like. "So with introductions here, I am referred as Lt. General of this armor battalion, you can tell this because of the amount of tanks lying around this field here and there," Patton introduced, which placed Bradley into a surprise, while Patton looked at Canter with curiosity. "Now how about this man right here? Does he speak?" Patton asked. "He does, but before we boarded the train I've advised him to keep quiet and to let me do the talking," Bradley admitted. "What exactly am I to you people? I may be feared by my army but that's because they should rather than the enemy, but I wouldn't take it this far to silence them, otherwise we might as well call ourselves those Equestrian Imperials! Now tell me, what is his name?" Patton asked. "I can't really provide you his first but he is referred to as-" "You do realize that the bastards above you can't do a bitch about the names, just spit it out!" Patton demanded. "Canter..." Replied Canter. "Speak up?" Patton asked. "Didn't hear you the first time." "My name is Canter Yates." Patton was dumbfounded by the name but then. "Well aren't you a special one! Last I heard you've been sucking up to Uncle Sam and his army of political shit heads! But then again I appreciate you leaving that old bastard! I am patriotic, but I rather not to have a old crippling sack like him represent my patriotism!" Patton ranted. "Don't we all... Well now you know exactly why I left him in the first place, I'd rather be out here than to stay in his sight, besides what's the worst that could happen?" Canter said, which stoked Patton in place. "... Dammit Canter! Now I have to double my defenses!" Patton Scolded. "What?" Moskva In the alleyways of Moskva, the Rodiniks and other ethnic groups started setting up the great underground market, filled to the brim with exclusive weapons and magic viles, along with anything illegal in Imperial territory. A man was waiting in the alley when a individual approached him. He held out his knife and said. "Who goes there! Show yourself!" The individual raised his hands up and stepped into the sunlight. "Don't fret, it's me Kurt Ogalivich remember? The wine bottle has been dropped!" When the individual heard the code phrase he lowered his knife. "Apologies comrade, I was surely thought that you were one of those ponies!" Replied the dealer. "Do you got the goods?" Kurt asked. "Yes comrade Ogalivich," the dealer replied, opening the brief case and showing a beauty of a Golden Pistol, fully loaded, yet untouched. Kurt smiled and leaned close to the weapon before the case was slammed shut. "The dough, comrade," the dealer pressured. "Da, da, I almost forgot." Ogalivich opened his brief case revealing stacks and stacks of cash and bits, giving the Dealer a mouth watering joy. The two then simultaneously exchanged briefcases and tipped their hats to each other. "A pleasure doing business, but I like to ask, why a golden gun?" Asked the dealer. "That is a secret," replied Kurt, as he and the Dealer parted their ways into the darkness. Congress As the events sprialled into a full on fear the congressional session had been filled with filibustering, gaslighting, other types of definitions for insult on political opponents. "This has gone out of hand!" Said a Democratic-Republican Griffon. "If this self-proclaimed 'king' doesn't stand down by the 29th day mark we can't just stand idly by as the Equestrians invade the Crystal Empire! Something must be done about this aggression!" "Mr. Gordon of the Anti-Federalist party, do you have a rebuttal?" Asked House Speaker Jen. "OH I DEFINITELY HAVE A REBUTTAL! You are a insane man Mr. Wyvern Tarp! Here you are a Griffon representing your state and kind, but yet here you are playing the coward card and siding with the enemy! Which may I remind you that this is the same pony who is about to invade our country!" "He has not specified WHICH country! But if you coul-" A congress pony in the back of the chamers floor raised his hoof. "Mr. Frost Hill, assistant of Uncle Sam, do you wish to speak?" Asked the house speaker. "Indeed I do Mr. House Speaker, I just wanted to put in my opinions regarding this mess," the Cyan pony spoke, as he trotted to the center floor which divided the Democratic-Republican party with the Anti-Federalist party. "Gentlemen, Griffons, Colts, and Dragons, I do express that this is a serious topic, the possibility of Equestria invading the Crystal Empire is something never thinkable in a life time, but I can see a point in both sides of this argument. Unfortunately one may be correct, but you need to consider that the mess we're in is as complicated as farming equipment!" The pony paused for a moment as the congressmen looked on continually. "The point is, this could be Equestria's excuse of gaining land in a attempt of reclaiming their North Humarican beach head above us as a new colony, on the other hand, we should perhaps plan out for a legitimate war from the north, and if we are Sombra's first target well..." The floor was filled with murmuring and silent protests as the party sides fell asleep and then being awakened by their fellow congressmen. Finally both parties decided enough was enough. "Mr. House Speaker this is getting too long and pointless! My party requests a recess!" Said Mr. Tarp the Griffon. "Agreed, this pony! Is yapping about useless friendship stuff again!" Mr. Gordon replied, as Frost Hill drooped his head down in despair. "Very well then, Congress may go into recess, 67 minutes and we will reconvene." And with the sound of the gavel the floor was dismissed temporarily as Frost Hill looked at a disturbed Uncle Sam who stood from the balcony sitting on his private chair as he saw only excuses and rebuttals with argument filled hate. Frost Hill is Uncle Sam's Representative at the time, he is a bright ice colored blue and well, dark blue mane, he is also a pegasi so it didn't surprise literally no one when he flew up to the balcony where Uncle Sam shook his head. "Tried my best sir, but-" "You did well Frost," Uncle Sam sighed. "Unfortunately I was fool to allow exceptions in this country." "Why not enforce it? George Washington had given you that right?" "Yeah, but then I would've been seen as a tyrant rather than a patriotic figure, besides the best thing to do is to watch this all burn into a mist of chaos and confusion, and then after start all over." "And then what sir?" Asked Frost. "Well, all I can say is Creator help us all after that happens, because after beauacracy comes nothing, other than a anarchic society, which lord forbid that happens, but if it does well... I think you know where that goes." "So what about this then?" Frost asked. "Well, sooner or later Congress will have to single handedly agree on something, it depends on how they will do it, but I hope soon that it doesn't come to what makes them without choice route." "Or what? Sir?" "Or many lives, will be lost..."
Crystal Empire; the request Crystal City With the vast amount of crystal ponies, either enslaved or military mind-controlled Sombra stood over his throne chuckling at the empire of his own. It was then that one of his slaves entered his domain with a letter, which was written by... "Hm... Who is this... Andrew Jackson?" Sombra questioned, standing from his throne and looking at the doors opened which the enslaved crystal guard presented Sombra, a human. "Who are you? Some sort of disfigured Minotaur or..." The human was bagged but replied. "Okay, that's just racist." "Race-ist?" Sombra raised. "Oh, that's right... You ponies don't understand Human language." "Speak your peace human! Or I shall force it out of you!" Sombra demands, pointing a scythe up the human's neck. "Okay okay! I was sent here on behalf of the American Government to deliver a message to Princess Mi Amor-" "DO NOT MENTION THAT NAME IN MY REALM!" Sombra hissed, "Or it shall be YOUR HEAD!" "Understood... Well, the president was asking if... Uhh... You can decolonize the northern territory for peace's sake? We're a bit weary about the security risk it poses," the human spoke, as Sombra relinquished the scythe from his neck. "Unbag him," he ordered, and his slaves presented Sombra's face to the human who kneeled terrified at Sombra's appearance. "Oh..." "Now, relay this to the president, sure he may take the northern Colony, from my cold shadowy hooves!" Sombra warned. "... So I'll just put that down as a maybe?" The messenger spoke. "Get out, NOW!" Demanded Sombra as the slaves escorted the human out of the throne room leaving Sombra sitting on his chair chuckling. "So... They want my precious colony?" Sombra chuckled. "Then I'll gladly give them it, but only for them to be in my empire, general! Prepare the transmission potion! I wish to speak with my army commanders at the colony!" Sombra relayed, as his general slave went to the bottom stairs to collect a potion. Which Sombra may use, to give the preparation and order. To launch a short, but terrible war in Humarica...
