Incursion

It was inescapable, no matter who he saw, what he watched, the same issue was dominating daily life. Returning home really did lose its edge when everyone seemed to be a clone of the same propaganda spewing dullard, duped by that box in the corner.

"They've come to enslave us." The world would say at Wilson. "The only reason anything would visit this planet is to take our resources." The world would whine. It was almost as if humans over the past however long it's been since we found out that there aren't any different coloured humans to hate and fear had been praying for a new race to demonise. Fortunately for us, these horses came bundled with terrifying tears in reality.

Wilson on the other hand was unconvinced. more memories of his night with Twilight had came into focus, she was just as scared as him, and more inquisitive that bloodthirsty, and she was able to hold her cider better than most men he'd met.

Minus the hysteria though, it had been a good week away from his post, he'd seen his father and brother, started a new brew with the two. Catching up with his old friends had been the best part though, Storey was engaged, and to a great guy too What was his name?, Luke had finally gotten out of education, and was planning on starting a nursery, Liam's daughter had just had her first birthday, it seemed like everyone around him had matured so much since he was shipped out to that arid waste we we used to call the Holy Land. To think he'd always dreamed of visiting the cities Madoran had fought to win.

Wilson was drawn back to reality by the slip of paper between his thumb and index finger It really is inescapable. A resigned sigh slipped past his lips as he read through the letter for what felt like the thousandth time, and finally accepting what it entailed, he set it on the counter next to his breakfast of coffee and nicotine. Perhaps we'll be able to not start a war? I'm sure all the unicorns will want is some sort of trade agreement, they're always better than having to fight not very scary things.

Halfway down his fourth cigarette the screaming started, some woman with far too much lung capacity coupled with the ability to hit notes high enough to be only audible to people below a certain age range, unfortunately for Wilson, he was just about dead in that Twenty-to-senile bracket. Not another one, not right now, I'm far too tired and, even worse, far too sober to deal with panicked civilians. Sure enough, when he gathered up the motivation to drag himself to the window Wilson saw exactly what he expected to see, that familiar blue-purple nothingness staring hungrily back towards him. Shit, at least that damn woman's had the courtesy to run away. For a while the pulsating void did a large amount of the same thing they usually do, aside from scintillate hypnotically, that is to say, a large amount of looming forebodingly and not a great deal else, that was until, just for a second or possibly less, the colourless blue of the void became a mess of pastel and sweetness and a purple hoof emerged from the other side. A form began to emerge that seemed more than just familiar to Wilson, it had beguiled his dreams for a week after all. Her again, this can't be chance. After taking a few moments to adjust to her new environment Twilight looked around the world she found herself in, scanning hurriedly until her eyes settled upon what she seemed to be searching for, she began to move towards Wilson's house.

Wilson ran to the door, flinging it open before the little unicorn had a chance to raise a hoof to knock on it.

"You're real?" Wilson managed to blurt out from the jumble of thoughts that were taking hold of him.

"Last time I checked!" The unicorn giggled and tapped a hoof against her forehead theatrically.

"And you're not going to kill us all right? because that'd kinda prove me wrong about everything I've said to anyone about you little horses."

"Well. I certainly don't want to kill you, if that helps?" Twilight's tone darkened slightly, she seemed agitated at the thought of killingThat don't sound good, that sounds like someone is out for us.

"Something tells me this isn't just a social call? Come in, I'll put the tea on." With that Wilson ushered his new guest into his house and led the way towards the dining room. "Nobody else is here yet, so don't panic too much about having to explain what you are to my family, for the moment at least. Oh! Does your species drink tea, or would you prefer something less refreshing?" after a few short corridors and nervous ramblings the two reached Wilson's compact kitchen diner. A small brown table flanked by hard wooden chairs stood out against the penetrating whiteness of the rest of the room. "Take a seat, I'm not sure how much energy inter-dimensional travel takes, but I'm willing to bet it's knackering, two sugars good for you?" Pottering around between shelves and appliances, always keeping an eye on the unicorn. making sure she seemed content Wilson busied himself. If I don't sit down, I don't have to hear it, damn! Why didn't I make a more complicated drink? Peering down at the two mugs of brownish liquid he sighed and resigned himself to hearing it. "So." sitting down was the hardest part, it was always hard to find a reason to stand back up. "What brings you to my world?"

Twilight inhaled deeply. "It all started the day after we first met, I was summoned to Canterlot by th-"

"I'm sorry, Canterlot?" Wilson interrupted, a broad grin on his face

"Yes, what's wrong with that?"

"It's a thing, don't panic, probably just coincidence. By all means, carry on."

That's exactly what Twilight did, she told him of the portals opening around the world she came from, "Equestria" apparently. Then she told him about the council, and how everyone, sorry, everypony was in a panic about them. Then she told him about Celestia, and how she had personally signed the death warrants of every human on her planet, and her plans to do the same to his. For a moment Wilson sat silently, processing exactly what exactly he had just heard.

"So, it seems to me, that we're in quite a jam. You see, it's not too often that sun gods try to wipe out this species, kind of a giveaway in that we're still about. Why on earth did you come to me about this? I'm just a mook!"

A confused expression crossed Twilight's face. "Mook?"

"You know! The bloke in charge points, and we run in shooting, for Queen and country and all that bollocks, I'm disposable, hell, ninety percent of us are disposable."

"You're in the army?" The pony asked far too excitedly for Wilson's liking. "That's perfect! All we need to do is speak to your general!"

"Perfect? Speak to my general? Miss, I'm not sure how things work over in ponyland, but I don't even know my captain's name, let alone the general's" Damn it man contain yourself, Reaching over to the counter, he grabbed the letter he'd read oh so many times and threw it towards Twilight. "And does this look perfect to you?"

Now it was Twilight's turn to be struck dumb, she read the words on the caffeine stained paper over and over, each time looking more and more hurt by the words covering it. "They're massing at the portals?"

"Taking me with them too. A precautionary measure they call it, building a damn invasion force if you want my opinion, well no matter. You've got until Monday, that's three days away in case your pun filled world has some other name for it. In all honesty, I'm not really up for fighting anymore, I'm not sure I ever was up for it, we'll try getting the message out together, if the world sees a human and one of you together, then maybe they'll grow some sense."

"Then I can stay?"

"Just for a few days, I can't exactly take you to the camp with me, come on upstairs, I'll sort you a bed out, and then we get started."

"Started on what?"

"Using the most powerful weapon mankind's ever created, we're going to turn to the internet."