Command and Conquer Generals: The Equestrian Front

Today was a good day for Field Marshal Tom Sanchez-Milner II, and having recently defeated the airhead ironside at the kataar depression, his main regional base was now under threat. Tom's office was large, a dramatically large desk adorned with a computer and VR equipment (for the zero hour tactical software), along with maps, pens, pencils and empty mugs of coffee stood proudly in the center of the room. The flag of his faction hung proudly behind him; the rest of the space was filing cabinets, a coffee machine, and various other doodads you'd expect a successful leader to have.

"it's a long way to Tipperary," sang Milner happily, drawing some plans on a map "it's a looong way to go; it's a long way to tipperary, but my heart's right there..." He took a sip of tea, his English upbringing shining through. There was a knock at the door, and Milner begrudgingly drew his attention away from making his plans. "come in," he said, he corrected his beret, which he didn't need to wear, but did so anyway. a soldier entered, holding a scroll. Tom was confused, he hadn't seen a message scroll since....ever. "sir, this message is addressed to you, it looks important" Tom took it, he took out a letter opening knife, and cut the seal, the parchment rolled open, "private, where did this come from?" asked Milner "i don't know, sir, my section found it in one of the frontline bunkers"  Milner considered this "dismissed" he said. The soldier saluted and marched out. Milner picked up the letter and started to read it, it said:

Dear Field marshal Milner-Sanchez II, i understand you have a great deal of experience and success commanding large armed forces, the land I rule has been invaded by a viscious empire, and you, and one of your kind are the best hope we've got for repelling them, i'm sorry, but you will need to put someone else in charge of your army for the time being, i apologize for the intrusion, but we need you that badly. pack your things, you will be teleported to equestria at sun down, i have examined the situation you are in, so your friend george Ironside junior will be joining you, so your wargames are not unfair. place a reliable secondary leader in charge and make ready, it will be difficult.

your sincerely, Princess Celestia.

Milner's good mood was shattered. "IRONSIDE IS NOT.....MY...... FRIEND" he bellowed "and I don't even know these people! what reason do I have to help them! and lastly, this is a real war, people are dying!"

at the the edge of the base: "you hear that?" a soldier asked his friend "yes, i haven't heard comrade marshal that angry since....since..er" "since ever" said the first guy.

back in Milner's office: he slouched miserably in his chair "i don't even know where equestria is!" he complained to thin air "and why me?, take ironside, he deserves it" he sighed "well, at least he gets the same treatment. might as well not fight this, by the looks of it, i'm going whether I like it or not" he picked up his phone and dialed in the number of his personal assistant "alphonse! deliver a suitcase to my personal quarters at once!" he ordered "of course, sir!" came the reply. Alphonse was Tom's personal servant and secretary, and a good friend at times.

It didn't take long for Milner to get ready, alphonse had delivered the suitcase, which was now fully packed. "if I might ask, sir, are you going somewhere?" Milner put on a wry smile "yes, i'm going on a small trip. tell Ethan he's in charge until I get back" he said "yes, sir" said alphonse, leaving the room. he looked down at his packed suitcase, there was barely enough room for all the clothing and personal amenities needed for a long trip. "i hope they have laundromats over there" he chuckled to himself.

he looked at his watch, 17:30 it read, so sundown would probably be in about 2 hours. "might as well pack a few more things" he sighed. after rummaging through his cupboards, a hand luggage case had been found and packed with more bits and pieces. Milner was just killing time, now.  looking out his window waiting patiently for the sun to dip beneath the horizon. He drifted into a nap, lying down in his bed looking at his watch. He awoke with a start, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he picked himself up and looked out the window. "it's nearly time" he mumbled. "better get a move on" he picked his way through the base, saying he was going to personally inspect the frontier defences, knowing full well that was not the case. Tom hated lying to his men, but it was sometimes needed. the inspection killed some more time until he was due to be teleported out. "bring a transport, and have alphonse fetch my suitcases" he said to a sergeant. i took a while for the to arrive, he faced the horizon, watching the sun slowly dip beneath it. he grabbed his suitcases. "men, what you are about to see" a white aura started to form around him "didn't happen" and with a flash. Milner was gone. There was an uproar, but Ethan markham ensured everyone it was a test of a new teleportation technology.

Milner arrived in a large, alabaster room, standing next to his greatest foe. they were just about to tear each other apart when a large equine figure walked up to them. both men stubbed their toes and their respective jaws. "i am princess Celestia" she said "and this land needs both of your help" the only thing both men could do is stare in disbelief.