Tiberian Maelstrom

The crows of a rooster echoed throughout the peaceful lands of Equestria before somehow a brick was flung at it, causing it to turn into a ball of feathers.

Somewhere in the Everfree forest, the queen of the Changelings herself flickered her eyelids after deciding to take a wise nap in this dark place.

“Urgh… I should’ve chosen better…” She groaned as she slowly got up, her insect wings fluttering. Spotting at least three carcasses of animals nearby, she realized what she just ate last night.

“Bah! I hate meat… Prefer some love instead…” She said, rubbing her head in dismay.

Somewhere else, a certain draconequus was stretching his arms in glory, while all the cuffs in the house began to scream. Immediately, he contacted Chrysalis.

“Chrysie! Had a good night’s sleep?”

“Grr… I still detest of such a foolish spirit like you, bringing me back to this accursed place…”

“You won’t do any good if you wanna kill them from that hive of yours!” Discord said as he summoned a cup of tea and put on a monocle.

“Be silent! I can smell them from here… If only I could just… rip their throats out without alerting that damned purple menace and her friends…”

“You hear the news lately? She’s become an alicorn! An alicorn! Is Celestia getting a little lonely in that lavish palace already?” Chrysalis grunted, this is going to make it ten times worst.

“What else will surprise me from here, Discord?”

“Well, something went wrong last night while I was busy playing the clarinet, that veterinarian thought I had a dying animal inside here! And besides that useless bit of knowhow, two more of these humans came through!”

“…Humans?”

“Those things that blew up your minions! You don’t even know what they are?”

“I wasn’t good in Changeling Biology! Be silent about it!”

“Chill, Chrysie! Anyway, something got really messed up after an hour or so but who cared? Clarinets are better- Chrysalis moved around only to hear the loudest shriek in history from the colored town.

“LYRAAAAAAA!”

“Whoa! Wha- Lyra awoke to find a helmet on her head, a knife on the table bloodstained and a device in her hooves. Standing at the entrance of the kitchen was a twitching Bon Bon, who looked at something very morbid. Lyra turned and saw two mutilated human corpses.

“WHAT DID YOU DO, LYRA?!”

“Nothing! I swear to Celestia’s beard!”

“TELL ME! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Lyra panicked, never had she seen her friend this angry before. But it was due to the fact there were two dead humans in the kitchen.

“Well, I don’t really remember much…” She said, carefully scrutinizing the device she had, similar to a gun.

“THEN WHY ARE THERE TWO DEAD HUMANS IN OUR KITCHEN?!”

“Um…” Lyra muttered as she tried to remember what she did last night.

First, she heard a bang.

Then two voices talking, and she happened to be holding a knife.

Everything got bloody, and bright explosions everywhere.

And cutting off their hands for breakfast- Wait, what?

“Well, I walked into the kitchen and I saw these dudes!” Lyra said gleefully, trying to maintain a straight face.

“So I stabbed each of them in the chest with a knife, 37 times each!”

Bon Bon looked disgusted and held a hoof at her mouth before putting it down.

“LYRA! THAT KILLS PEOPLE!”

“Oh yeah… Sorry about that!” She said, still managing a poker face. “I guess I’m in the wrong this time…” Lyra looked back at the two dead humans, their patches sticking out like a diamond in the rough. Only then did Bon Bon realized their hands were missing.

“WHERE ARE THEIR HANDS?!”

“Well…” Lyra looked at her plate, filled with bones and looked back at the stove. “I sorta… cooked them and ate them! ‘Cause I was hungry!”

Bon Bon wanted to vomit, but she wouldn’t let her roommate get away with this heinous crime.

“WHY DID YOU EAT THEM?!”

“The stomach commanded me, and so I followed!” Lyra responded.

“THAT’S NOT VALID AT ALL!”

“THE STOMACH COMMANDS- At that very moment, something went boom and at their door was a rudely awakened Fullerton in his armor, carrying his carbine.

“Alright! WHO THE FUCK WAS SHOUTING?!” He roared, a sleepy Vinyl Scratch following him, rubbing her eyes in dismay. “YOU! YES, THE FRENCH CHOCALATE!”

“I NEED MY SLEEP! SO STOP FUCKING SHOUTING AND GET BACK TO FUCKIN'!” Fullerton roared once more, before activating his jetpack and crashing yet again into Vinyl’s room, leaving her clearly dismayed.

“Aww boy… What didja do, Bons?”

“It's Lyra… s-she just killed two humans a-and a-ate th-their h-hands..!” Bon Bon stammered to the DJ.

“Whoa… that’s far out…” Vinyl said, entering the house to look for the evidence. The corpses were in the kitchen, slumped against the walls with expressions of sheer terror imprinted on their face for an eternity.

“Oh wow… I can’t really believe our Lyra did that…” She muttered sleepily, thinking it was just a nasty dream.

Lyra however, had slunk away back into her bedroom upset with herself.

Hands were meant to be dissected! Not eaten for breakfast! A chance wasted, sadly.

But it didn’t matter, she had a helmet! And it was darn right fancy with that device she got! Speaking of which…

She floated the shotgun in the air, and slowly aimed it at a piece of pottery nearby to see the effects. Using magic to pull the trigger, the deadly gun emitted a loud bang and decimated the pot with a storm of pellets.

“Whoa…! This is impressive!” She mused to herself as she floated it onto a table nearby.  Meanwhile, a disgusted Bon Bon and a sleepy Vinyl was taken aback by the sudden bang atop of the house.

“Holy moly! What was that?”

“I don’t know, but I can only think its Lyra’s doing!” Bon Bon replied as she trotted upstairs, trying to dispel the grizzly sight of the two dead humans.

Vinyl remained downstairs, observing the blood splatters and the uniforms of the dead soldiers. She used her magic, which was pretty weak due to her sudden awakening by a furious Fullerton, to pull out at least ten curved objects with bullets on top of them, five ball-shaped items and a note written to someone.

“Hey, what’s this?” Vinyl wondered, floating the note to read it.

On the note it read;

Privates Carter E. Gabriel and Mason J. Patrick,

This note is top priority, Einstein’s saying that he’s patched up that banged up device of his and he needs at least two test subjects. So we picked the both of you after I heard you complaining about the lack of action in Vancouver. Pity, we’re blasting the Soviets out of Siberia now!

Report to Research Facility E-105, the scientist's there already. Bring your equipment, might get a little rough.

-Lieutenant General Ben Carville

“Huh, funny thing…” She muttered as she put the note on the table and yawned, wanting to go back to sleep. Thinking it as the right thing to do, she walked out of the house and trotted back to her own not knowing Discord was watching her from somewhere distant.

“Well, Chrysalis! I can tell you these three beings are living in Vinyl Scratch’s home? Darn mare, blasted cannon of hers sent me back to Tartarus…”

“Do I look like I care about a useless pony? I only care about gouging those humans and the creature’s eyes out! And I need something else to feed on rather then meat!” Chrysalis said as she found another bird and devoured it in a flash, feeling miserable.

“Well, good luck! You need it!”

“Discord! Don’t leave me- Too late, Discord stopped the conversation and chuckled. It was then he decided to investigate this reality where the two dead humans came from, they were certainly not of those who he had brought here before. Observing a parade of vehicles demolishing a base, he decided to do something fun.

“I have the power…! To summon thy, odd looking twin barreled thing!” He declared, snapping his fingers intended for a devastating behemoth that led the parade. Little did he knew, that what he summoned would be a little more troublesome than he thought.

“TASTE YOUR MORTALITY!” The Apocalypse’s destructive cannons fired, destroying an Allied Grizzly MBT in a successful volley.

“Haha! We got them capitalist pigs!”

“You said it, Kravchenko!” The driver said as he spun the monstrous twin cannons towards an Allied Barracks, the Guardian GIs around it fleeing, as they weren’t deployed yet to deal with the Soviet heavy tank.

Then a brave Harrier attempted to destroy the behemoth of a machine, only to be shot down by three glowing streaks of red. Kravchenko yelled in glory as another two shells loaded into the cannons.

Today was a good day indeed, they had managed to lead an attack force that had demolished a small Allied base near Vorkuta, with considerable losses. But it didn’t matter as long as the Apocalypse survived the Allied’s forces.

“Another flying scum and puny IFV! Fire!” The cannons decimated a fleeing IFV with an engineer and several GIs inside and destroyed a Night Hawk transport attempting to evacuate the base.

“Now! Let us finish this off-They heard something warping, before recognizing this terrifying sound.

“ALLIED CHRONOSPHERE! FLEE- Like that, the Soviet heavy tank disappeared in a sphere of rainbow, unlike the Chronosphere’s.

All was peaceful again, until a loud bang sounded on an apple orchard. Everypony was still sleeping and had not noticed the thud of something extremely heavy dropping down.

Close to the entrance of Sweet Apple Acres, was a monstrous mechanical vehicle, which was smoking due to its teleportation.

Inside were two confused humans, who immediately panicked after assuming they were teleported by the infernal Chronosphere.

“That damned woman didn’t give us intel on an Allied Chronosphere!”

“I do not think that is a Chronosphere, Petrenko!” Kravchenko responded, not showing worry for they are possessing the Soviet's mightiest tank. “Open the hatches, look for where we are!” At this, Petrenko opened the hatches, revealing blinding rays of sunlight.

“AHH! THE SUN IN ME EYES! IT BURNS!”

“Shut up, you fool! Where are we, the land with pies?” Kravchenko growled at the stuttering fool of a driver and observed the surroundings. They weren’t in Russia anymore, not even near anywhere they had learned about.

“Damn! This isn’t Vorkuta! This is… FEUDAL TIMES-

“I said!” Kravchenko slapped his operator. “SILENCE!” Petrenko nodded in fear.

“Now then, as per every new location we are! Raise the speaker!”

“You sure?”

“Of course I am sure! Raise it!” Immediately, a loudspeaker grinded upwards from the tank.

“Ahem…” Kravchenko cleared his throat to announce their presence, to make them cower in fear if they were Allied forces.

“IT IS DAY OF JUDGEMENT!”