Command and Conquer Generals: The Equestrian Front

George Davison-Ironside was in a bad mood. he was in a bad mood at the best of times, but this time was worse than usual. his armour had been defeated at the kataar depression, giving that sadsack Milner a straight shot to the very base he was sitting in. The hot african sun shone through the window, ironside was sitting at his desk, which was hauntingly similar in layout to Milner's. (he doesn't know that, so don't tell him.) escept Iron's chair was much larger.

There was a knock at the door. he wasn't in the mood for visitors, but he couldn't risk that it might be important. he corrected his uniform and much loved peaked cap, he took a sip of strong coffee, and answered "come in" in his souther drawl. a soldier nervously marched in "well, what is it? don't waste my time!" barked ironside "th...this is addressed to you, s..sir, it looks important" stammered the soldier "i'll be the judge of that" growled iron, snatching the scroll off the messenger. "this has better be a joke, kid. who uses scrolls anymore? what is this? the medievel times?" scalded ironside "i just picked it up, sir, I didn't make it" ironside frowned "then who did?" "i don't know, sir, there's no address on it" ironside sighed. maybe this is some good news, he sure could use some "dismissed, kid" the soldier briskly walked out. he pulled it open, it unfurled neatly. "let's have a look-see" he mumbled, it read:

Dear Field marshal Davison-Ironside, 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 Tom Sanchez-Milner II 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.

as if ironside's day hadn't been going badly enough, this took the cake. "MILNER.....IS NOT......MY.....FRIEND!" he roared "and why the hell should i help these people? what did they do for me to earn my services!?" he was red in the face and seething "and with Milner, of all people!, just take him, he deserves it for standing in my way!" he ranted to no one in particular. he went on like this for an hour before calming down in the slightest.

he sat down sadly in his chair, slumped badly. "well, looks like I ain't got a choice. might as well try and make the best of it" he admitted. he picked up his phone and called his secretary. "get me a suitcase and hand luggage container, deliver it to my personal quarters ASAP!" he ordered. The cases were deilivered, and George began slowly packing. "if I might ask sir" asked john faulkner, the assistant "are you going somewhere?" Ironside looked at him blankly "why don't you use your brain, sherlock, can't be that hard to figure out" john's face fell "now get out of here, i have work to do" grunted Iron.

"now, sundown was it?" said ironside to himself, looking at a wall clock. 5:30 it read. "'bout 2 hours then" he lay down on his bed. "and i still don't know what the hell is goin' on with this whole business. i don't even know what this place is called, nor have i heard of celestia." he sighed "i thing i'll nap on it, kill some time"

he slowly woke back up. half an hour left. he picked himself up and made his way outside the base. "surprise line inspection, i sure hope you guys have the line tight as is possible!" he meticulously inspected the bunkers, turrets, men and machines. they all seemed to be in order. "you've done slightly less terrible than usual" he boomed "keep it that way!"

he took his mobile phone out his pocked and called John "bring my cases to the front of the base, i will need them soon, and tell ormoerod he will be in charge for when i'm gone. make sure he doesn't screw up"  "yes, sir" came the reply. before long, the cases were at his feet "what took you so long?" scalded ironside "the cases are heavy" complained john "then grow some muscles, kid, they'll do you a lot of good in this world"  "i...i will sir" replied john, his voice cracking slightly "now get out of here, i have better things to be doing" he wondered semi-idily around the base. he suddenly started ti feel strange "what the hell?" he muttered. it dawned on him. he was going to be teleported soon! he rushed back and grabbed the suitcases. "what's about to happen" he shouted "didn't happen!" and with a flash, he was gone.

he found himself in a massive marble hall "looks regal" he noted mentally. before noticing he was standing next to milner. they were about to kill each other when a large equine figure appeared before them both. they were both completely shocked. "i know you two dislike each other, but I need you. this country needs you" she said in an almost pleading tone

The 2 men regarded eachother "just give me what i need, him too" said ironside "and this shouldn't take long"