"You ask what is our aim? I can answer in one word: Victory. Victory at all costs. Victory in spite of all terror. Victory however long and hard the road may be. For without victory there is no survival."

- Winston Churchill

New Europa, Northwestern New Pangaea. September 11th, 2038. 0800 hours.

By the mid-20th century, Europe, once the pinnacle of human civilization, had already begun its descent. Two devastating world wars had left the continent shattered both physically and spiritually. The empires that had once ruled vast swathes of the globe—British, French, German, Spanish, Portuguese, and Dutch—collapsed into irrelevance, reduced to mere shadows of their former glory. Economic devastation, political upheaval, and cultural stagnation defined the "Sick Man of Earth." As power shifted westward to the Americas and eastward to Asia, Europe found itself sidelined in the new world order.

When news of the asteroid's arrival became public, many feared it would mark the final chapter for Europe. The old continent, so battered by centuries of war and division, seemed poised for extinction. But against all odds, Europe refused to fade quietly into the annals of history. Determined to survive, the people of Europe looked to the stars—and the portals of Project Gaia—for a second chance.

The first European settlers on Gaia were imbued with a spirit of hope and renewal. They dreamed not just of survival but of rebuilding a civilization free from the divisions that had defined their past. National rivalries, ethnic disputes, and religious conflicts—scars that had long marred Europe's history—were set aside in favor of unity.

The colony of New Europa was designed as a testament to this vision. Unlike other colonies built in isolation, New Europa was conceived as a sprawling, interconnected metropolis. Its design mirrored the concept of a hexagonal lattice: multiple national sectors fused seamlessly into one harmonious urban landscape.

Each sector reflected the unique architectural and cultural heritage of its respective nation. Gothic cathedrals from Germany stood alongside French art deco boulevards, Italian Renaissance-inspired plazas merged with Dutch canals, and Greek Corinthian designs complemented vibrant Spanish and Portuguese courtyards. Public transportation systems connected every corner of the colony, allowing residents to effortlessly move between sectors. A commuter could live in the German sector, work in the French sector, and enjoy dinner in the Spanish sector, all within a single day. Bikes and trams crisscrossed the city, emphasizing sustainable and efficient urban planning.

Despite minor disagreements over language preferences and architectural styles, New Europa was hailed as a monumental success. European nations saw it as proof that they could overcome their turbulent history and create a unified future. Inspired by this success, the European Parliament announced plans to establish a second and the third colony nearby, envisioning a network of interconnected settlements across Gaia.

However, the discovery of intelligent life on Gaia—and the subsequent hostilities—threatened to unravel Europe’s fragile unity. The colonies’ plans for peaceful expansion were delayed temporary as European governments shifted resources toward military preparations. While some citizens supported these measures, believing they were necessary to protect the colony, others were deeply skeptical.

Politicians and pro-peace activists warned that escalating the conflict with Gaia’s inhabitants would jeopardize the colony’s future. These debates led to uneven military deployments across New Europa. Nations like Poland and Germany, with strong militaristic traditions, sent heavy reinforcements, including armored divisions and advanced artillery. In contrast, countries like Belgium and the Netherlands, driven by caution and resource constraints, sent only lightly armed units.

The Belgian Bevrijding 5th Infantry Battalion, for example, consisted primarily of foot soldiers and mobile reconnaissance teams. Meanwhile, the Polish 1st Armored Division arrived with an arsenal of Leopard 2PL tanks and Borsuk infantry fighting vehicles, ready for large-scale combat. This disparity in military strength created significant vulnerabilities in New Europa’s defenses.

Tactical disagreements further exacerbated the problem. Dutch commanders advocated for a static defense, constructing extensive trench networks around the colony’s perimeter. In contrast, Spanish forces preferred a more mobile approach, utilizing urban environments to conduct ambushes and flanking maneuvers. Efforts to establish a unified command structure faltered when French commanders refused to relinquish control of their troops, citing national pride and autonomy.

When Equine forces launched their first major assault on New Europa, the colony’s disorganized defenses were quickly exposed. The attack began with overwhelming force, as waves of horned and winged Equines descended upon the settlement.

Belgian Bevrijding 5th Infantry Battalion suffered severe casualties, losing nearly a quarter of their troops in the first wave. Lightly armed and unprepared for the assaults of the Equine forces, they struggled to hold their ground.

The Dutch 13th Light Brigade, entrenched on the colony’s southern flank, was outmaneuvered by Equine infantry. Forced to retreat, they called upon German artillery support to cover their withdrawal, resulting in devastating bombardments that momentarily slowed the Equine advance.

The Spanish 49th Infantry Regiment, stationed in the colony’s urban core, conducted fierce house-to-house fighting. Using hidden machine gun nests and choke points, they inflicted heavy casualties on the Equine forces but sustained significant losses in return.

The French 92e Régiment d'Infanterie, isolated from the rest of the defenders, bore the brunt of the assault. Surrounded by horned Equines capable of breaching their defenses with Plasma blasts, many French units were wiped out in grueling, close-quarters combat.

Yet amidst the chaos, there were moments of heroism and success.

The German 325th Artillery Support Battalion unleashed devastating salvos from Panzerhaubitze 2000 self-propelled howitzers, obliterating entire waves of Equine infantry before they could breach the colony’s perimeter. Anti-aircraft units like the MANTIS and Skyranger 30 systems proved invaluable, shooting down Equine airships and hundreds of winged attackers.

But the true turning point came with the intervention of the Polish 1st Armored Division. Columns of Leopard 2PL tanks and Borsuk IFVs surged into the battlefield, their superior firepower overwhelming the Equine forces. Tank cannons penetrated the horned equine shields with ease, while autocannons tore through flying attackers. The Poles’ swift and decisive counterattacks prevented the complete collapse of New Europa’s defenses.

Despite these efforts, the battle took a heavy toll. The eastern sector of the French colony, "New Paris", was overrun. Though most civilians had been evacuated, large sections of the colony fell under Equine occupation.

The arrival of reinforcements through the portal marked a turning point. Fresh troops and supplies reinvigorated the defenders, allowing them to regroup and launch coordinated counterattacks. For the people of Europe, the battle became a symbol of resilience—a fight not just for survival but for the rebirth of their civilization.

The scars of the battle would not be the end of their dream but the beginning of a new chapter. Europe, battered and bruised for centuries, was rising once more—a phoenix amidst the ashes of its old world.

Canter Creek, Northwestern Equestria. September 11th, 2038. 0820 Hours.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the Wonderbolt squadron sliced through the skies over what they thought was the enemy fortress. Their V-formation was pristine, a product of years of grueling training. The once-bright blue uniforms of the squadron had been replaced with gleaming silver steel armor, weighing them down but offering protection against projectiles. The armor glinted in the pale morning sunlight as they flew in disciplined formation. Excitement mixed with trepidation—this was the first deployment of the elite Wonderbolts in a battle since the last recorded war over a millennium ago.

At the back of the formation, Private Rainbow Dash flew with a mix of determination and bitterness. Her rank as Private First Class—a mere step above the green recruits—was a sore spot for her. She longed to be at the front of the formation, right next to Soarin, but her brashness and tendency to disregard orders had cemented her position at the rear. No matter how skilled she was or how fast she could fly, disobedience had made her an unreliable soldier in the eyes of her superiors. Today, however, was her chance to prove them wrong, to show Spitfire, Soarin, and the entire squadron that she deserved more.

But her thoughts weren’t solely on promotions. Somewhere in the enemy’s territory, Fluttershy was being held captive, having been taken weeks ago during the disastrous encounter in Whinnypool. If Rainbow Dash could find her and bring her back alive, she’d not only prove her worth but also save one of her best friends. The stakes had never been higher.

At the head of the formation, Captain Spitfire glanced over her shoulder and bellowed a command. “Listen up, team! The Royal Guard is already engaging on the ground. Our job is to hit the enemy positions from the air and provide cover. Keep your formations tight, follow my orders, and we’ll have this wrapped up before lunch. Remember, these... things can’t fly, so this should be a walk in the park. Keep your heads in the game, and I’ll personally treat you all to cider after this is over!”

A collective “Yes, Ma’am!” echoed across the squadron. Goggles were adjusted, and armor straps were tightened. Confidence radiated among the pegasi, many of whom were eager to showcase their prowess in this historic battle.

The tension broke when a multiple strange objects appeared in the distance, rising from the ground and streaking toward their formation. The metallic cylinder had a conical front and small wings on the side. It spewed fire and smoke from its rear, leaving a blazing trail as it climbed higher. It was unlike anything the pegasi had ever seen, and its purpose became horrifyingly clear as it screamed toward their position.

“Enemy inbound! Evasive maneuvers, now!” Spitfire shouted, her voice cutting through the growing panic.

The Wonderbolts scattered, their tight formation dissolving into chaotic zigzags. Rainbow Dash’s heart pounded as one of the strange object hurtled past them, narrowly missing the squadron before slamming into one of the accompanying airships. The explosion was blinding, the airship’s magical shield shattering with a deafening crack. For a brief moment, the shattered barrier resembled broken glass suspended in the sky before the airship was consumed by fire.

Rainbow Dash shielded her face with her hoof as a shockwave rippled through the air, buffeting her and the others. When she opened her eyes, she wished she hadn’t. The once-proud airship, a symbol of Equestrian might, was now a blazing inferno, its hull crumpling as it spiraled toward the ground. Pegasi scrambled to escape the wreckage, but not all succeeded. The screams of those trapped aboard echoed as the airship met its fiery demise on the plains below.

Spitfire’s voice snapped them out of their stunned horror. “Regroup! Follow me! We’re not done yet!” Her tone left no room for argument.

The squadron reassembled and dove toward the ground. As they descended, Rainbow Dash caught her first full view of the battlefield. Below them lay what she expected to be a fortress but instead resembled a bustling settlement. Buildings of unfamiliar design were arranged in neat grids, some bristling with strange metallic devices. She could see smoke rising from explosions as unicorns on the ground exchanged fire with the new species, their magic bolts clashing against rapid bursts of light from the creatures’ weapons.

“This... this isn’t a fortress,” Rainbow muttered, confusion mixing with fear. “It’s a city...”

Her thoughts were interrupted by a streak of light slicing through the air. It was followed by another, then another. Rainbow’s sharp eyes traced their origin to a strange device on the ground, which spat streams of glowing red projectiles into the sky. The tracer rounds moved with terrifying speed, and the air around them buzzed with lethal intent.

“Scatter!” Spitfire roared.

The squadron broke formation, each pegasus zigzagging to evade the projectiles. Rainbow Dash twisted and turned, her muscles burning as she dodged the deadly streams. But not all were as lucky. A scream from behind her drew her attention just in time to see Private Short Fuse and Private Feather Twirl shredded midair, their bodies disintegrating into a gruesome mist. What was left of them tumbled lifelessly to the ground.

Rainbow gagged but forced herself to keep flying. The others followed Spitfire’s lead, diving low and using the buildings for cover. By the time they landed on a rooftop, two more airships had fallen, and the squadron was down two members.

Spitfire slammed her hoof onto the stone roof, her frustration palpable. “We’ve lost Short Fuse and Feather Twirl...Celestia dammit." she growled. “We’re not quitting. We stick to the mission and we fight smart. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the remaining squadron members replied, though their voices wavered.

The squadron split into smaller teams. Rainbow Dash found herself with Bulk Biceps, Lieutenant Sprinkle Medley, and Corporal High Winds. Their target was a building where several of the new species were entrenched. Bulk Biceps led the charge, his massive frame slamming through a wall and creating an opening.

Inside, the creatures—bipedal beings clad in olive-green uniforms and wielding strange weapons—turned toward the intruders. One raised its weapon, and Rainbow barely had time to react before Bulk Biceps charged, his spear aiming for the creature’s chest. A deafening bang echoed, and Bulk Biceps fell mid-charge, his body collapsing lifelessly as blood sprayed across the room.

Rainbow froze, staring at the lifeless body of her comrade. The creatures began to aim at her, and for a moment, all she could do was grip her spear tightly and tremble. Then, instinct took over. As Sprinkle Medley and High Winds provided covering fire with their crossbows, Rainbow darted forward, her spear finding its mark in the chest of one of the creatures. It screamed, a chilling, guttural sound, before collapsing.

The remaining creatures turned their weapons toward her, and for a moment, Rainbow felt the cold grip of fear as she realized she couldn’t move. But salvation came in the form of Spitfire and the others, who stormed through the windows, dispatching the remaining enemies with precision.

“Well done, Dash,” Spitfire said, clapping her on the shoulder. “You gave us the opening we needed. Keep this up, and you might just earn yourself that promotion.”

Rainbow’s stomach churned as she looked at her bloodied spear. This wasn’t how she imagined proving herself. She thought of Fluttershy and wondered how many lives she’d have to take before this was over.

“Move out!” Spitfire barked, snapping Rainbow back to the present. “No more casualties, understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” came the unified reply.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, the battle raged on. Buildings crumbled, airships burned, and the skies were filled with the cries of the wounded and the roar of enemy fire. By the time exhaustion forced both sides to a halt, the cost of the day’s battle was clear. Rainbow Dash landed, her armor battered and her mind weighed down by the horrors she had witnessed.

New Europa, Northwestern New Pangaea. September 11th, 2038. 1900 hours.

The night was heavy with tension in the New Europa colony. The skies were pitch-black, save for the faint glimmer of distant stars and the muted glow of the moon, shrouded by thin clouds. Hours earlier, the Equine offensive had left parts of the eastern section of the French colony in enemy hands. The Equine soldiers, exhausted from a full day of combat, had retreated to their captured positions to rest, believing the enemy would not attack in the dark. After all, only the Batponies among them had true nocturnal capabilities. The idea of human soldiers navigating the darkness with precision seemed impossible.

But the Europeans had other plans.

Reinforcements had poured through the interdimensional portal as the sun dipped below the horizon. The atmosphere was electric, alive with the hum of engines and the barked orders of commanders. Troops from across Europe arrived in organized waves, their vehicles and weapons glinting in the dim floodlights illuminating the staging area. Among them were storied units steeped in centuries of tradition:

The Italian 2nd Cavalry Regiment. Known for its swift and disciplined maneuvers, the regiment brought their Centauro II tank destroyers and Freccia Infantry Fighting Vehicles. Their desert-camouflaged vehicles rumbled into position, their crews conducting last-minute inspections with clockwork precision.

Portuguese 10th Infantry Regiment. A storied unit from the Iberian Peninsula, its soldiers carried the latest Heckler & Koch G36 rifles, supplemented by MANPADS and anti-tank launchers. Their resolve was palpable as they meticulously checked their gear and whispered prayers to their ancestors.

Austrian 1st Jäger Company. Mountain warfare specialists, their Schützenpanzer Marder 1A3s gleamed under the floodlights. Each vehicle bristled with 20mm autocannons, and their crews exuded confidence as they prepared for urban combat.

Above them, the skies buzzed with incoming air support:

The Danish 725th Airwing. Sleek F-35 Lightning II fighters streaked into the sky, their VTOL capabilities enabling precision take off and landings in the colony. Their pilots, veterans of countless simulations, inspected their payloads: laser-guided bombs and air-to-ground missiles designed for surgical strikes.

Czech 221st Helicopter Squadron. Rugged AH-1Z Viper helicopters, bristling with Hydra 70 rockets and M197 rotary cannons, hovered nearby, ready to unleash hell. Their crews were calm, methodical, and deadly efficient as they synchronized their mission plans.

By 7 p.m., all units were in position. The silence of the night was shattered by the deafening roar of artillery.

Dozens of Panzerhaubitze 2000 self-propelled howitzers opened fire, their 155mm shells screaming through the air toward Equine positions. The first impacts sent shockwaves through the enemy camps. Tents, hastily constructed barricades, and crude fortifications were obliterated in fiery explosions. Hundreds of Equines, some in the middle of eating their evening rations, others resting in their makeshift shelters, were caught off-guard.

The Equines underestimated human ingenuity, believing their enemies were blind in the dark. They had no idea that every soldier wore advanced night vision goggles, transforming the blackness into a vibrant green panorama.

The European offensive began with a unified battle cry, echoing across the colony: “To Ost-Paris!”

(Author's notes : I oblige you to play this song while you continue reading.)

The ground shook as Leopard 2 tanks rolled forward, their 120mm smoothbore cannons blasting Equine barricades into splinters. Austrian Marder IFVs followed close behind, their 20mm autocannons tearing into clusters of panicked winged Equines who had sought refuge on rooftops. Each burst of fire sent feathers and broken bodies tumbling to the ground.

The air roared with the deafening hum of jet engines and the rapid thuds of rotor blades. F-35s from the Danish 725th Airwing unleashed precision-guided bombs on Equine strongpoints, leaving craters where once stood proud battlements. Czech AH-1Z Vipers swept low, their M197 rotary cannons spewing fire. Winged Equines who dared to take to the skies were mowed down in droves.

Equine commanders attempted to rally their troops. Hundreds of horned Equines activated their anomalous shields, creating glowing domes of shimmering light. From the human perspective, these shields glowed with an ethereal blue and purple hue, pulsating as if alive. But the sustained fire of human weapons overwhelmed them. The shields flickered and cracked under relentless pressure before shattering like glass.

Despite the chaos, the Equines fought back valiantly. Horned Equines began firing plasma-like bolts into the human ranks. These projectiles glowed with an intense, swirling energy, crackling as they hurtled toward their targets. When they struck, they exploded with searing light, scorching earth and metal alike. Yet their accuracy was poor in the darkness, most bolts fizzling harmlessly against walls or detonating in empty streets.

Above, the winged Equines swarmed the helicopters, trying desperately to bring them down. Armed with spears and crossbows, they swarmed like angry hornets, their attacks pitifully ineffective against the Vipers' steel fuselage.

One winged Equine stood out—a mare with a striking blue coat and a rainbow-colored mane. She darted through the air with unmatched speed, her every movement a blur. Human soldiers caught glimpses of her through their night vision, her vibrant colors appearing muted but still distinct against the green background. She threw a spear with incredible precision, striking the gearbox of a Viper’s rotor mechanism. The helicopter sputtered, its rotors slowing before it spiraled out of control and crashed into a nearby building.

But even her heroics couldn’t change the tide of battle.

As the night wore on, the human advance proved unstoppable. European soldiers, their rifles and machine guns blazing, cut down hundreds of Equines before they could even identify their attackers. Their thermal and infrared imaging gave them an unassailable advantage, rendering the Equines virtually blind.

By 3 a.m., the Equine forces began to retreat in disarray. Human artillery pounded their rear ranks, turning their withdrawal into a rout. Stragglers who attempted to hide in buildings were quickly rooted out and neutralized.

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the battle was over. The streets of New Europa were littered with the bodies of fallen Equines, their armor cracked and bloodied. The colony itself bore scars of battle, with craters and scorched buildings marking the ferocity of the conflict.

Civilians cautiously emerged from their shelters, shielding their eyes from the sunlight after a day spent in darkness. The mood shifted from fear to joy as the reality of their survival set in. Soldiers stood guard, weary but triumphant, their weapons slung over their shoulders.

Atop the tallest building in the colony, a German soldier scaled the remains of a shattered tower. In his hands, he carried the flag of the European Union, its golden stars shining brightly against the blue background. As he planted it firmly into the rooftop, a cheer erupted from the crowd below. Soldiers and civilians alike shouted and embraced, their voices echoing across the colony.

The flag waved proudly in the morning breeze, a symbol of unity and resilience. It stood as a testament to the strength of a civilization that had endured countless trials and risen from the ashes of adversity.

As the sun fully rose, casting its golden light across the battered yet victorious colony, the people of New Europa looked forward with renewed determination.

A new morning for European civilization, and may that sun never set.

Author's Note

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