Tiberian Maelstrom

by Obvious German

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Crossover, Dark, Human, Comedy, Adventure
Length: 16708

Three scarred commandos from three different factions find themselves whisked away in the heat of battle by a certain spirit of disharmony.

Discord is bored, with the ponies in Ponyville getting used to his practical jokes, he was never found either chaotic or amusing anymore. So he decides that sending three deadly individuals from a war-torn world would be the best thing ever, right?

But one joke goes too far, and it will plunge their land in war. Chaos indeed, but too much chaos can potentially turn Equestria into a scorched land.
(A less than serious Command and Conquer fiction. Make sure you play that mission if you have the game to fully understand the situation.)

EDIT: This is still CnB as you all know of but under a new name, Tiberian Maelstrom.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-01 10:18:53 UTC

Chapter 2: An Oddity After An Oddity

“Take a look at that!” His armored boot stomped into the alien’s cranium, causing it to burst into a shower of greenish blood. “Like a scene outta Aliens!”

“Keep your trap shut and focus!” Norma snarled as her laser pistols sliced through a group of Shock troopers. The tripod stomped frantically as the dual commandos tore through the aliens like paper.

“Now, it’s time for ya surprise gift from Santa!” Fullerton turned around and activated his jetpack, sending him spiraling away from a disgruntled Shock trooper who was promptly sliced into half by Norma’s lasers. The tripod, at this, fired its deadly beams of plasma at the sailing soldier, all missed its mark as he landed on its head.

“Eat this!” He pulled out another detpack and jammed it into of its flailing tentacles.  It screeched at this revelation but was unable to do anything to prevent its fate as the commando jumped down from the top of it.

“Good night to ya!” the tripod exploded from the top, engulfed in a roiling ball of flame. The Nod commando briefly spun to face the sound, and went back to slicing the fiends beyond.

“One down, any more of them?”

“Not that I see! Here comes another of the Seekers!” Fullerton said as he dashed into a building, firing his carbine at Norma’s flankers. The Seeker he had mentioned had hovered into where she was busy holding off the aliens.

“Damn!” She let go of her aim and pulled out her own explosive. “Let’s see whether the bastard likes this!” Norma flung the detonative into the Seeker’s  midsection.

She ran into where Fullerton was and pulled out her own detonator. “Firing!” Slamming it, the Seeker exploded into a cloud of fire and plasma.

“Not bad for a Nod lackey!” he remarked as he popped out of cover and fired back at three advancing Shock troopers. “More to your right flank!”

“Got it covered!” The laser pistols flared up, gutting more and more aliens.

“How many are they?!” Fullerton groaned, his rail carbine fresh out of ammo, he ducked back into cover and ejected the magazine before inserting a fresh one with incendiary rounds.

“Too many!” Norma yelled as her laser pistols overheated, forcing her to also get back into cover. “Shit, they overheated!”

“Fullerton to all, where the fuck are you guys? I’m pinned down at grid location one oh point five three!”  he screeched into his helmet’s inbuilt radio.

“Copy that sir! Sending an Orca!” the response was mildly comforting, Orcas were fast and brutal.

“They managed to get support for the both of us?”

“Yep! Orca strike incomin’!” At that moment, they heard the sounds of hoverjets. Fullerton looked up, to find that a golden Orca was now flying low.

“This is Omega Three, starting attack run on these alien bastards!” the Orca pilot said, as his VTOL send scarlet streaks of anti-tank rockets heading for their way, clearing out most of the aliens. “Gunner, double time your ass! Fire on!” the autocannon underneath the body of the gunship whirred and opened fire on the remaining assailants.

“Good kills, they’re all dead- A warping noise sounded, and they both looked behind to find another large alien and the corpse of its ally.

“Another bug to squish!” The two commandos now aimed their weapons at this newcomer, who back away finding itself in a bad situation. Then something begun to hurt the two of them.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck is happening.?”

“I don’t know, it must be trying to fuck with us!”  they both groaned in agony as the pain continued. After a brief moment, they regained composure and locked on to the alien who had its back to the wall.

“Do not shoot!” came an ethereal voice from both their heads.

“You hearing that?” Fullerton said in response to the voice.

“I am, and it’s trying to jack me…!” Norma responded, clutching her hair in pain.

“I will blow her head out if you attempt anything stupid, human!” the voice came back to Fullerton.

“Why should I care? Do all you can!” he taunted, to her obvious dismay.

“Then prepare yourself!” Great, now the pain was in his head. Both of them were helpless at the voice in their minds, not knowing it was in fact the alien in front of them who was doing the talking.

“Stop… just stop with whatever you are doing!” Norma said once more, as she reached out for her laser pistols.

“Then halt with the hostilities! I want to explain why I’m here!” she nodded painfully, then her head felt free of pain.  In a blur, she grabbed her dual laser pistols and aimed it at the alien.

“Norma, don’t! It’s fucking… me… up!” Fullerton replied while he was struggling on the ground, grasping his helmet. She backed down, not wanting to lose her support.

She was on a tightrope now. Two choices, either let the GDI commando die painfully from brain hemorrhage or let him live and allow the alien to tell of its story.

“Fine,” she eased on her arms, the laser pistols hung lowly. The second she did that, Fullerton shook his head in relief and stood back up while slowly reaching for his carbine.

“Do not do anything else that is foolish, human! I can see what you are trying to do,” the alien in front of them telepathically said to the angered commando, who ceased what he was doing.

“….Fine, you stinking four legged bastard,” he growled, as the two confronted the alien.

“Now then, I wish to introduce myself and why I am currently not attacking you,” Fullerton then wondered about something, was this particular alien rogue? “My name, or rather code-name, is 657 but you two can call me Six. The reason why I have appeared before your eyes is because I wish to defect from the Overlord’s and the Foreman’s wishes.”

Wait, what?

“Say that again, Six?” Norma asked, curious as to why Six wanted to defect from the invading force.

“Indeed, I am tired of listening to the whims of something that commands the assimilation of every alien empire we spread the Ichor in,” Fullerton felt the need to grab the carbine again, just to make sure this wasn’t a trap.

“Double check your decision, because if you turn out to be a backstabbing piece of shit we will send your ass all the way back to the edge of the galaxy,” he said as he folded his arms.

“I have triple checked my decision, human. The Scrin no longer requires my assistance in the first place. There are already a thousand if not more copies of me running amok in their ranks.” That gave the both of them an idea if the aliens decide to attack with a full force. This was worth the intel.

“So, lemme get this straight bud, you want to defect ‘cause your daddy is bein’ a bitch and there are a billion of you freaks?” Fullerton said, causing Six to stare at him with its one luminous eye.

“…Yes, in a way,” Six replied, disgusted with the use of such grammar even for a soldier.

“Well! Why don’t we just get- An odd warping sound echoed again, only this time they could only hear it.

“Wait, you hearing this one?” Norma said as she raised her pistols trying to find the source of the sound.

“Come to think of it, I do!” Fullerton said as he grabbed his carbine and aimed for Six. “Is it comin’ from you? Or is there somethin’ else to be worried about?”

“This is not of my doing! My Blink pack needs to recharge and it’s barely five minutes!” Six replied as he started reacting to the sound by moving about. “Whatever it is, I can too hear it!”

“Hope this ain’t gonna turn out bad like that last time.”

“Shut it, it’s getting louder.” Indeed, the warping noise was now very, very loud. Then in a second, a rainbow colored blur surrounded them.

“What’s happenin’?!” Fullerton shouted as the three of them slowly backed away from the blur.

“I do not know but I think it is- Then in a flash, they were all gone.

“Yes!” Discord said in delight, he had done his part in creating some chaos. The unlucky trio was now sent reeling to Equestria, hopefully somewhere close to Ponyville.

“And now, we are going to have some chaos!”

The hive was silent, since the day that Chrysalis’s defeat at the hands of the Mane Six. But today was going to be a loud and violent one.

Two changelings wandered around the corridors, trying to find a way to spend their time alone.  Suddenly, a rainbow colored sphere appeared in front of them, causing them to shriek and back away. In a flash, three creatures were sent flying into them.

“Whoa!” said the armored figure as he landed on the changeling on the right. The two other figures landing with a thud on the hard floors of the hive.

The changeling was still conscious but came face to face with a monstrosity of every kind. A livid green visor was staring into his soul, as if it wanted to absorb his mind.

“Sorry there bud!” it said in Equestrian, adding to the surprise of the changelings, one who had its jaw drop on the sight of these creatures. He stood up from the body of the very frightened changeling and grabbed the device it had thrown from the sphere. Saying just one thing.

“Where in the living fuck are we?”

Chapter 3: Our Rotten Luck

Fullerton shook his head in confusion, were they teleported? It seemed to be, as he was just face to face with something only a mother could love.

“Fuckin’ A!” He spun around to help Norma and Six up, leaving the two creatures behind him stunned, including the one he had just landed on. “Norma, your head still in one piece?” he asked, as he held her arm tightly and pulled her up.

“Of course, you steel headed dick. Where are we?”

“Same question here,” said Six telepathically. “I do not wish to trouble you, but there is something around here that’s using psychic powers…”

“Is that supposed to be bad, Six?” Fullerton said, picking up his fallen carbine which had a full magazine. He checked it to make sure it was in one piece, and then proceeded to count his inventory. He had at least twelve magazines, each loaded with a different kind of ammunition, ten more detpacks and a survival kit.

“Most likely, this one is strong in the psychicness.” He chuckled weakly.

“That was a lame reference, Six,” he remarked, then turned his attention to the two creatures that he saw earlier.

“What are these things? More aliens?” Norma said as she retrieved her laser pistols and aimed them at the two beings lightning fast.

“I don’t know, but doesn’t seem so!” he stared at them, his helmet scanning their forms in order to find out what they are. He grunted in frustration as his helmet failed to identify what they were.

“Not alien, this helmet either ain’t workin’ or we’re stuck somewhere pretty far away from Stuttgart!” he commented on the situation.

“Even I do not know what they are… Wait, something’s trying to contact me!” Six said mentally as his physical form looked around, his tentacles flailing about.

“What’s it sayin’?” he asked again as the carbine was lowered at the two figures that were ready to scamper away at the sight of three unearthly beasts.

“…Who are you…? Your name is Queen what…?” the two commandos were wondering just who in the hell is the Scrin commando talking to.

“…Chrysalis? Queen Chrysalis? My name is Six… what? Get out of your hive, but why?”

“Six, is it threatening us?” Norma said as the two commandos moved forward, causing the two insect-like quadrupeds to flee.

“Take up defensive positions first! Don’t want to get caught in a shitstorm!” Fullerton ordered, Norma nodded in agreement.

“Wait! We are not hostile I repeat, we are not hostile!” the alien’s frantic calls for a truce were at an end

“Oh no… I think I just ticked off the queen of this hive…” Hive? Were they in some sort of a bug dimension?

“How’d you do that, you smooth talking bastard?”

“I don’t know but she’s saying that her entire army of… Changelings are going to kick us out with force if we do not evict from her property.” Changeling? That must be the two creatures they saw and promptly caused to flee.

“I say we blow up their asses!” Fullerton said as he peeked out from a corner, spotting the same duo and another one of the changelings.

“You thick headed idiot! We don’t even know the number of their forces and yet you say we take them head on? I say we get out of here and find somewhere else to set up camp! We don’t even know where we are!” Norma replied harshly to the reckless GDI commando.

“So what? I’ve handled alien tripods that kicked our strongest shit in the assholes!” he boasted, causing the two other beings to sigh in dismay as Six tried to find a way out.

“The hive’s structure is similar to that of Scrin design, and an exit is located just beyond to our left, although that requires the usage of either of your explosives,” Six explained to their delight. Explosives were fun to use.

“Perfect! Now let’s- they heard the chittering of the changelings as they drew nearer. “Shit, I think they’re coming!”

“No shit, Fullerton!” replied Norma as she held her laser pistols at the ready.  “I’ll go plant the charges, you and Six try to cover me!”

“Sounds like a plan! And I like plans!”

“But I have no weapons! Only the power to control the mind of one individual…”

“Then use it! Direct us to the place we need to plant the explosives!”

“On it!” Six’s alien body shifted and bounced to where Norma was standing, holding her batch of explosive charges. “This way! Hurry, they approach!”

“Got it, double time Fullerton!”

“Wait for me, I ain’t that fast!” he panted as his suit clunked under the pressure of running. They were now all running from an army of unknown hostiles they called changelings. It was Fullerton’s radar that picked up dozens of fast moving signatures.  “We’ve got incoming bugs!”

“We run first, shooting comes later!” In five minutes, the veterans were all lined up on a particular wall, Norma was busy setting up three explosives that would be enough to breach the walls of the hive as well as eliminate outsiders while Fullerton and Six took up defensive positions.

“As I said, I do not possess weaponry but I have the power to mind control-

“Fuck it! Just fuckin’ use it!”

“…Fine,” Six chattered for a bit, before he hijacked the mind of an unfortunate changeling.

“There! This should cause some mayhem….” The possessed changeling in the horde directly in front of them started slamming its comrades into the walls and other changelings, distracting them for a good while.

“It’s all set up! Everybody, stay clear of the blast zone!” Norma said as she sprinted away from the rigged wall, her detonator in one hand and a laser pistol in the other.

“Hit it!” The wall exploded revealing sunlight, albeit very dim rays of sunlight. “Go, go, go! They be comin’ to town!” Fullerton now had his finger on the trigger, covering Six and Norma as they made their way outside.

“Now then! Santa’s gotta go but here’s some charcoal!” He said as he threw a detpack at the advancing swarm and ran outside, clutching his detonator.

“Firing!” A loud explosive shook the hive, and the aftermath was not pretty at all. Dozens of mangled changeling bodies laid on the blood stained corridor, some still alive but wounded. This would be the most tragic day in changeling history, but for the humans and the alien it meant their first hostile contact.

A bad start on their way home.

“No!” Queen Chrysalis cried out in pain as her changelings died. The creature she had spoken to was not a pony and most certainly not of this world. But its friends had just massacred what remains of her changelings with just one block of a very volatile explosive.

“How could this happen?!” She cursed out, blaming Celestia in the meanwhile. “Why me?! Why not Sombra?” At that moment, Sombra was turned into pieces yet again.

“Because it was an accident, that’s why,” came a voice in her head.

“Discord! I should’ve known it was you all along!” she replied back, seething with anger.

“Whoa there! Calm your insect wings, Chrysie!” She growled at her nickname. “I just needed a little chaos! But I did not expect such brutal outcome though, but who cares? That’s what chaos is for!”

“And your insignificant meddling had just killed almost all of what’s left of the Changeling hive!”

“Easy there! They won’t be bothering you anymore, only to Celestia and the rest of Ponyville and Canterlot. That’s all, I swear!” Discord said, not even frowning just yet.

“It doesn’t matter anymore! I will go find these three and kill them myself!”

“You sure that’s a good plan? Because from what I’ve just seen, that armored fellow just threw a block of stuff and BAM! Half of your hive, all blown up to smitheroons!”

“Go back to Tartarus, Discord! This is my personal quest for now! Love can come later, vengeance comes first!” She declared, her voice filled with venom. Soon, she was out in the open in a very long time. A long time since she was defeated by Twilight Sparkle and her crummy bunch of losers.

“If you can hear me! I am coming after you! I do not know who you are but I will find you all and kill you! BRUTALLY!” she shrieked out into the surroundings.

“You hear that?” Fullerton said as the three continued running away from the changeling hive.

“What?”

“I believe someone wants to kick our ass!”

“Can we stop with the fighting for once? You two remind me of the Scrin already! Day one and we’ve killed the inhabitants of wherever we are!”  Fullerton shook his head in dismay, they were going to be overrun and he still thinks that it’s wrong to kill in urgent times?

“They were goin’ to kill us and so I did the same! We won, they lost and story's over! Now let’s find somewhere to camp for the night!” he responded.

“That was my idea, by dawn we should move out and discuss our options and the way to get home.”

“Why didn’t I use my Blink pack?” this caused all three to stop.

“You can’t be serious… right? I’ve just spent three of my HE explosives when you could’ve teleported out us out of there!”

“Sorry! How about we try that now? I suppose something’s going to be looking for us for revenge,” Six replied, his bulbous head hung low.

“That beats runnin’ for miles on end!” Fullerton responded in delight, he hated running.

“Now everybody gather around me!” The two humans slowly walked next to the Scrin commando and awaited further orders from the alien. “Ugh, here we goooooooooo- In an instant, they were gone like before, but headed for somewhere hopefully better than this place.

But guess what? Nothing in this world can ever go right without one more thing going wrong. And trouble would find them when they land.

Chapter 4: A Lyra For Our Problem

The house was void of life except for a mint green unicorn slowly sipping away at a cup of Joe’s and flicking the local newspapers at a snail-like pace.

She sighed, it was just another regular day in Ponyville. Her name? Lyra Heartstrings.

And she’s completely obsessed with the beings that has existed for a brief stint in time with ponykind. Humans.

Her roommate, Bon Bon, had gone out to the market to buy goods for them, leaving her lazy rump behind to rot at the boringness of the day. Little did she know, that was going to change.

She sighed again, the papers didn’t offer her any chance of excitement. Well, Twilight Sparkle’s alicornation was something but who cared? In fact, there were rumors of a group who planned to overthrow this new event.

The cup of Joe’s eventually finished, and she got up from her chair to wash it. It was going to be one heck of a day.

“Why? Why in Celestia’s beard can’t she just give me a human in the name of science?”

At that moment, she heard the loudest crash in her living room. She dropped the cup, shattering it and looked behind quivering.

“Wh-who’s there?”

She didn’t expect an answer, but she got one.

“Bloody hell! Where did you bring us to now?!”

The trio was once again on the floor of a rural house, as it seemed.

“Ugh… I don’t usually make teleports that far… Too tiring…”  They groaned as they stood up, rubbing their heads in dismay.

“How far did you bring us away from that hive?”

“Pretty darn far, let’s say about a rough estimation of ten miles,” Six replied, as his luminous eye scanned the surroundings, still a little dizzy.

“Teleporting must suck for you guys if this is what happens!” Fullerton responded as he lunged for the carbine before anything could happen. He picked up a life form nearby, hoping it was not a changeling.

“What do you see? More of these damned insects?”

“Nope! I see a… pony?” he responded as he gazed at the outline of the being he had detected.

“Wait, say that again?”

“A pony! And by the looks of it, it’s pretty damned scared of us crashin’ into wherever this is!”

They didn’t expect a respond from this pony who now stepped out into the open, looking at them with the most frightened and curious eyes ever.

“Umm…. I’m a unicorn…. And this is my, I mean our, house…”

Fullerton and Norma’s face were of shock. This unicorn can actually converse in English, pure unaltered English!

“Well, smack me in the face with a cold fish and burn me with a Purifier! It just talked!”

“Shut it! I will negotiate with this one, hopefully it will not attempt to boot us out of its residence.” Norma snarled, her time in Nod was not just limited to covert operations. She also made deals with the unwilling and the heads of many business corporations to gain funds for Nod’s many projects.

She cleared her throat as she straightened herself, her laser pistols back in their holsters. “Ahem, as we have rudely forced ourselves into your quaint residence. We would like to apologize for that.”

“N-no worries…” it replied, Norma remained still.

“My name is Norma Yanakovic, and these,” she pointed out to the recovering GDI commando and the sprawled out Scrin mastermind. “Are my allies, for now.”

The armored figure glanced at the unicorn and immediately sprung up and saluted even though it was clear she was not military.

“Lieutenant Samuel K. Fullerton here! Sorry about the house, buddy!”

“Th-that’s fine… Sam,” she responded as the figure looked back at the thing that was sprawled out in its living room, now gaining a little ground.

“That is Six, a Scrin Mastermind. He was the one who brought us here so blame him if you want to.”

“Hey! I didn’t intend to come here!”

“Shut it, Six. I don’t want to be talking to empty air while I converse with the unicorn,” Norma replied, as the unicorn continued observing them.

“M-my name is Lyra H-heartstrings…”

“That’s a fine name you got there, missy!” It was then she stopped looking at them, rather she just switched her view to their hands.

“Are… those hands…?”

“Yes, they are,” the Nod commando replied, not sure where this was going.

“…Just as I suspected… Humans…” Lyra suddenly started going deep toned, causing Norma to pull her hands back towards the pistols. She suddenly jumped towards Norma.

“HANDS! HANDS! I WAS NOT CRAZY AFTER ALL!”

“Whoa there! Simmer down, missy! You’re gonna cause a helluva commotion out there!”

“It doesn’t matter! I knew it! Humans did exist!” she jumped out into the air, causing the three soldiers to look at her with the feeling that she was mentally disturbed.

“They were all wrong! I was right!” At that moment, she heard the clicking of something, and felt something jab her in the sides. She mumbled more incomprehensible words before she fell asleep.

“What did you do Fullerton!?”

“Relax, tranquilizer rounds! I don’t even know why I have them!”

“Will you two shut up? You just shot a sentient being of this world! With a sleep dart!”

“She was psycho! Cuckoo in the head!” Fullerton complained, he was no better. Looking back the sleeping unicorn, he started to feel a little bad for shooting her.

“Well, I do suppose I feel a little bad…”

“You should be, you armored dickbag!”

“Weeeell, excuse me Princess! I’m sorry that I shot your pet unicorn in the side with a tranq round! What am I suppose to do now? Wake her up with my boot in her face?” Fullerton responded defiantly.

“…Alright, you win. Now what do we do?”

“We’re in Lyra’s residence. She just stated that she lives with someone else, I’m guessing that roommate of hers must’ve gone out if she hasn’t noticed all of the ruckus. So our best bet is to either stay hidden in her residence until she comes back or wait for my Blink pack to recharge and warp us outta here.”

“I think I’ll choose the second one!” Fullerton boomed as he swapped magazines again, back to the incendiary rounds.

“Where are these accursed beings?!” cursed Chrysalis as she travelled further away from the hive.

“Maybe if you looked farther rather then circling like a few kilometers from your hive, you can find them!” responded Discord, while facepalming miles away.

“That’s a good idea, Discord…”

“Wanna know why? Because I can think!”

“You dare insult my intelligence?” spat out Chrysalis at this remark.

“I do, ‘cause I’m the Spirit of Disharmony and I can do whatever I want!” Discord replied, not caring a single bit as he sent chocolate rain heading for the hive.

“Shut your insignificant trap!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Grr….” She snarled. “After I am done with these creatures, I’m coming after you next!”

Chapter 5: Attention Galore

“Tell me again, why in Redmond’s balls are we hiding in the house…?” said Fullerton as he hid inside Lyra’s bedroom closet, failing rather epicly.

“Because I think that’s the best way to go without exhausted my limited supply of power. Anymore will most likely kill me without more Ichor,” Six explained as he hid underneath the sink of the house, also failing to do so.

“You two are hopeless when it comes to stealth, useless bastards…” said Norma as she hid inside a box Lyra had in her house with her stealth generator on just in case something tries to lift it up.

“Hey! I’ve only fought on the frontlines and not hiding like a sissy!”

“Shush! Something’s coming!”

The door to the house opened, as the trio attempted to be still and quiet. Lyra was now beginning to stir after the powerful dart that made her sleep for almost an hour.

“Lyra! I’m home from the market! I bought more carrots!” said this newcomer as she strode in with a basket on her back, filled to the brim with carrots and various confectionary.

“Oh no… We forgot about hiding Lyra…”

“…Lyra?” Six sensed the newcomer as she walked into the kitchen, discovering the shattered coffee mug.

“Urgh…. Bon Bon…?” Lyra said weakly as she fluttered her eyelids in dismay, after being knocked out cold from a tranquilizer dart.

“Damn, these are weird names…”

“Shut up!”

“Lyra! What happened-

“I WASN’T CRAZY, BON BON!” Lyra yelled suddenly with a rush of energy at her friend's face.

“HUMANS DID EXIST! THEY WERE IN OUR HOUSE!”

“Wh-what? Hu-humans in our house?” Bon Bon questioned her possibly insane roommate. She started giggling then burst out into laughter to Lyra’s dismay.

“Oh boy… You still obsessed with that subject of…. Humans?”

“I’m not lying! Here, I’ll show you!” she took the dart that was stuck in her flank and showed it to her cracked up roommate to the dismay of Six who listened in.

“A human shot me with this and bam! I fell asleep just like that!” she exclaimed, still agitated about Fullerton shooting her with the tranquilizer.

“Well, I do suppose that’s proof…” Bon bon replied, rubbing her chin with her hoof.

Somewhere in a distant closet, Fullerton was now getting real cranky.

“Damn that alien… now I’m stuck here with suit of armor and my gun! And damn! She’s got weird… things inside here!” He was unaware he actually said that out loud, very loud.

“L-lyra…? Who’s t-that…?” stammered the cream colored mare in fright at the voice.

“It must be! THE HUMAN!” Lyra exclaimed as her nose sniffed the area like a Diamond Dog.

“QUICK! TO MY BEDROOM!”

“Stupid fool…”

“Now where did he go….?” Lyra growled as she lowered herself down to the ground and sniffed it, to her roommate’s disgust and dismay.

“Dear, I think you’re being a little silly now…” she said as she watched the mint colored unicorn mare go around the room like some detective.

“Nopenopenopenopenope- Too late, the closet door was forcefully pulled open, revealing Fullerton who stood like a statue in the closet, surrounded by odd items Lyra and Bon Bon had... acquired.

“Uh, hi?” Lyra smiled in delight, now she wasn’t crazy.

“SEE? THE H-U-M-A-N! In my closet….” She turned her head back to the commando who was just leveling his carbine, loaded with tranquilizers, at her again.

“Nope!” she used her magic to pull out the carbine from his hands.

“Wait, what the fuck…?” Fullerton responded in dismay with Lyra using some sort of telekinesis power. “Gimme my gun, you peppermint psycho!”

“Oh, want it?” She smirked and lifted the carbine out of an open window. Fullerton was pissed at this.

Very pissed.

“Then go get it!” she flung it out of the window, and Fullerton watched in horror.

“Nooooooooooooooo!” He knelt down from the closet like Darth Vader and cursed to the sky.

“Cover blown, cover blown!”

“Got it, Six. I think we shouldn’t leave that braindead fool behind with that piece of mint,” said Norma as she forced the box off of her and de-activated her stealth generator while pulling out her pistols. Running upstairs, she honed in on Bon Bon first, then Lyra.

“Now you two will stand down or I will fry your brains without a second thought.” Meanwhile, Six was clumsily walking upstairs, falling down at one time.

“Ah hah! More of you!” Lyra said, very aware that she and her roommate were going to be vaporized.

“Um, Lyra? I th-think we should d-do what the sc-scary thi-thing says…”

“Shut it, you will make your decision or be a pile of ashes,” Norma snarled while the GDI commando gained his footing and walked to the window to see where his carbine landed.

Great, it had to land in a cart full of apples, with an orange mare pulling it unnoticed.

“Hey- Norma hissed at him blowing their cover, but he didn’t care and poked his helmet out of the window and gazed at the cart, with the carbine sitting on top of it.

“You fool! We have enough trouble as it is-

“Nope! I’m gonna get my gun back! Even it means for the BOOM time!”  Shit, he just jumped out of the window to Six’s dismay as he stumbled into the room.

He landed with a thump, and caused the orange mare to stop pulling it and look behind at the pile of apples.

“What in tarnations…?” she looked again and saw the commando emerge from the pile of bruised apples with his device and praised a being in the sky.

“Thank the lord, I have my gun! My gun only!” he looked at the pony who looked back.

“Hey! Yer on mah apples…!” she said as she made a comical angry expression.

“Fuck you and your apples, missy! I got my gun and that’s good!”

“What did ya say…?” she snarled back at him. During the commotion, Lyra and Norma were busy looking down at the foolish commando now staring at the cowpony.

“Oh no, what have I done…?” At this, Norma slapped the back of her head with an iron palm. “Ow! Why did you do that for!?”

“You threw his bloody gun out of the bloody window! And now he’s down there with that… pony, of course I had to do that!” she responded angrily, also attracting the attention of another brown colored pony faraway.

Down on the ground, the commando had ungracefully jumped out of the cart and knelt down to thank the Lord for the retrieval of his weapon, to the cowpony’s disgust.

“What do ya think yer doin’?!”

“Thankin’ the Lord, of course!” he said while raising the gun up into the sunlight, then he looked back at the ticked off pony.

“Now then, the show’s over!” he declared grandly to the ponies who looked at him in confusion and terror. “I will now disappear with the use of technology!” he activated his jetpack that sent him sailing into the air and into another house close to Lyra’s.

“Oh crud…”  Lyra groaned to Norma’s growing anger.

“Where did that fucktard end up now?!”

“The best place possible, Vinyl Scratch's house!”

“Whoa!” Something big and heavy crashed into Vinyl’s room while she was busy playing her dubstep songs full blast, to her friend’s, Octavia, dismay.

The smoke was heavy as Vinyl waved the air, stopping her music for a good while. Then from the smog came a voice and the eventual shadow of something struggling to it’s feet.

“Whoa mama! What a dozy!” It said as Vinyl lifted up her purple tinted goggles, revealing her crimson irises, in dismay at the thing that was now standing in her room.

The smoke cleared, and the figure was now looking at her with a blue tinted helmet.

“Jesus Christ! How many of you are there!?” it cursed out to the sunlight that was now beaming into her room. There was nothing more awesome than an armored figure crashing into your room and cursing the air, right?

“Aww sweet! This is coolio!” Vinyl exclaimed as she stayed at her station to watch the figure stumble about. She finally left the station and approached the figure as it finally stopped moving. “Name’s Vinyl Scratch! What about yours?”

It looked at her and into her eyes. “Well do-bee-do! That’s the most adorable thing I’ve laid my burnt eyes since I killed my daughter’s pet bunny!” Suddenly, Vinyl was lifted into the air and face first into the chestplate of the figure.

Well, that was certainly a wonderful experience. “Name’s Fullerton, miss Vinyl! And you are cute as fuck!”

She blushed at this. “Thanks, bro!”

“No problem!” he let go of her, she took a few deep breaths and back away from Fullerton who looked as her with utmost attention, the device it handled being fumbled about.

“Now that I think of it, I should give you to my daughter! But she’s dead!”

“Where is the Lieutenant?!”

“I don’t know sir! He just went and bam! He’s gone! But who cares? We just killed the aliens and reclaimed Stuttgart!”

“You bumfucks should care! He’s the one who saved your asses in this city and now you say you don’t care?!”

“Fuck ‘im! I never liked them commandos either! Put ‘us zone tro’pers down real low!”

Just then, a women broke the intense argument. “Sir! Fullerton isn’t responding! And from his co-ordinates, we’ve pinpointed a mass amount of energy!”

“And?”

“It means he’s gone off the radar completely! He’s warped!”

Well fuck.

Chapter 6: The Day Ends

“…So how do we get there undetected?” said Norma as she continued looking at the house that Fullerton had made a gaping hole on the roof. “This is only for Six, I don’t need help.”

“Umm, why not?” asked Lyra as she trotted downstairs. Norma followed, activating her stealth generator again to prove her point. She instantly vanished in front of the unicorn who stood down below.

“Hey! Did you disappear?”

“This is what I was talking about. Mark IV T45 Stealth generators that has been provided for our field operations.” Norma responded, uncloaking herself.

“Pretty cool! For a human…” The Nod commando still felt uneasy whenever this mint colored unicorn said ‘human’ and had her hands gripped around the pistols.

“I can teleport! Although not any farther than that house…” Six mentally chirped as Lyra now picked up the voice in her head.

“Whoa! Who said that?”

“Me, the thing you see now next to you.” Lyra spun her head to see the Mastermind striding up to her.

“Oh! We unicorns can also teleport!”

“How interesting…” Six replied as he stopped walking and concentrated in order to teleport. In a flash, he vanished in a blink of purple light. Lyra stared at the spot where he stood like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen, but she had done this on several occasions.

“Snap out of it, are you going to go with me or are you staying?”

“Oh! Err…. I think I should go with you!” Lyra said, not wanting her human subject- she meant ‘friend’ to get caught out in the open like Fullerton did.

“Good, now let’s go before this town ends up a crater because of that fool.”

Octavia had enough, dubstep being played at the max was bad enough but with the ruckus that happened upstairs drove her to the breaking point.

“Vinyl! That’s the last time- A blinding purple flash appeared in front of her, revealing a four legged, one eyed creature in front of her.

“What is that?!”

“Quiet down, whoever you are! I am not hostile- Too late, Octavia had reached out for a spoon and threw it at the alien, causing it to chitter in response and flee upstairs into Vinyl’s room.

“What is happening to my life?!” she wailed in mental agony.

“Whoa!” Vinyl gasped as another being bounced into her room and crashed into the wall.

“Ah! It’s that charming bastard again! So how’d you get here? Teleportin’?” Fullerton spoke to the dizzy alien.

“Yes, and some grey colored mare had the sacks to throw a spoon at me! A spoon!” it wailed inside his head, as well as Vinyl’s.

“Heh, that’s my roommate, Octy!” chuckled Vinyl at her friend flinging a harmless metal object at the poor alien.

“VINYL! ENOUGH WITH YOUR SHENINIGANS!” Octavia yelled from below, causing Fullerton to jerk his head around and lift up his carbine.

“Man, she’s got one hell of a temper!” Fullerton responded as he switched his magazine to lethal armor-piercing rounds.

“Don’t worry! It’ll only last a few- Octavia had stormed into the room, steam coming out of her ears like a cartoon.

“YOU!” she pointed to Fullerton, who raised his rifle in response. “WHO ARE YOU?!”

“Your worst nightmare!” he said, cracking a smile under his helmet.

“SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU EXCEPT FOR VINYL! GET OUT- the flaring of the rifle and the splintering of wood caused her to back down. Fullerton stood there in defiance, with his carbine smoking.

“No one gives me the orders! Unless it’s from High Command, missy!” he responded.

“Whoa, whoa! Everypony calm down now!” Again,  Octavia made a growl and advanced for the commando, intending to main and kill.

“Heh, that’s cute.” Fullerton sarcastically replied to this mare who had the guts to stand in his face. He knelt in response and looked at her back.

“You got a real bad temper there! From where I came from, bad tempers means the chop shop from our boys!” he said, as she glared at him.

“I don’t care what you do, but I will force you out of our house if you and your pet stand here any longer!” she said back, venom seethed from her voice.

Vinyl stepped into the confrontation and pushed Octavia away from her newfound friend with her now flailing her arms about. “Whoa, Octy! Chill out!”

“I say you do what the DJ says!” Fullerton responded as he looked at the station in curiosity. “By the way, that’s one fancy machine you got there, miss Vinyl!”

“Thanks, mister Fullerton! Pretty expensive buying all that equipment from Canterlot!” Canterlot? Fullerton, at this, immediately begun to remember the Monty Python skits from his childhood.

“And one more thing before we leave-

“Aww, can’t you guys stay here a little longer?” Vinyl complained, still holding back her raging cellist friend.

“Sorry, bud! Can’t stay here or else the whole town’s gonna be a cloud of dust!” Fullerton said, going over to the stumbling Mastermind to help him out.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better after that nasty accident.”

“Don’t worry Six! Since we’ve blown our cover, how about we just shove our way through the crowd of pastel colored ponies with no fucks given?”

“…You’re implying that we have no backup plan…?”

“It seems like it!” Vinyl looked back at Octavia who stopped flailing and just stood there, still angry at the two visitors in their house.

“Vinyl… For the last, bucking time….”she growled in anger. “Get…them…out.”

“Okay, okay!” Vinyl finally said, not wanting her friend to get shredded to pieces after realizing how dangerous the thing Fullerton was holding. “Sorry guys, now  I can’t keep all of you here! Octy’s gonna get real mad if I do!” she complained, not wanting to let Fullerton out.

“It’s okay, miss Vinyl! I’m sure we’re needed elsewhere- The slamming of the door below caused all of them to look behind, seeing nothing but light and some confused ponies. To Vinyl and the seething Octavia, they saw nothing but to the two otherworldly soldiers they knew very well who did that.

“All that is not the commando and the alien, freeze.” Twin red streaks were lifted up into the air, homing in on both the confused ponies, Octavia got angrier.

“Norma! Finally went outta that house, didja?”

“Shut the fuck up, you’ve caused enough havoc today!”

“Well, I’m fucking sorry ‘bout that! How’d you feel if you had a fucking mint colored unicorn just fucking floating your fuckin’ gun outta window and fuckin’ dropping it into a fucking cart full of FUCKING apples?” Fullerton shouted, getting pissed off with Norma’s tone.

“SILENCE!” Six mentally screamed as he sent brain aching shockwaves out from his mind.

“GODDAMMIT SIX! WHY THE FUCK DIDJA-

“Everyone, be silent! We’ve had enough for one damn day!” Six said as everyone in the radius began clutching their heads in agony.

“Ugh… what is this…?!” Vinyl complained over the pain.

“Stop, Six! Fucking stop!” Norma yelled at him, as he planted his bottom into the wooden floor, a sign of anger

“Then all of you, humans or ponies, be silent!.” One tip, never piss off an alien with psionic powers.

Everyone and everypony stopped talking, and after two more minutes did the headaches stopped with Six standing upright again.

“What in Celestia was that?” Vinyl asked, her head still throbbing from the shockwave.

“A psyshock, in our terms.”  Six said as he shook his body and bounced into Vinyl’s living room, tired.

“Just to make it simple and not ‘sciency’” Fullerton airquoted. “That means fucking up your mind in the worst way possible!”

Vinyl gulped, that sounds bad. “So! I wanted to ask you guys something before Octy gets all riled up!” Fullerton, Six and the now decloaked Norma tiled their heads at this before Norma slammed the door shut so that no one could see anymore of them.

“Since you guys are obviously not around here, you need a place to crash into?”

“Think wisely, Fullerton-

“Aww shucks, that’s mighty kind of you, miss Vinyl! We’re pretty far away from home or whatever’s left of it so might as well bunk down here for the night!” Fullerton gleefully said as he placed his carbine onto the table.

“For once, I agree with the human.” Norma frowned, they had no choice anyway. For the ruckus they made, there wasn’t going to be an easy way out.

“… I too, it is a good idea.”

“Sweet! I hadn’t had a single moment of my life not rippin’ bitches to pieces!” Vinyl grinned, her friend might be staying here for a longer amount of time. Octavia wanted to scream, the strangers were now going to sleep in their house for the night, What else could go wrong?

“Hey, cool dude!” Vinyl chimed, Octavia groaned at this.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna check out my bass cannon?”

“You have sonic resonance technology here?” Fullerton responded, wondering how this certain unicorn DJ got her hands on a piece of GDI technology.

“Don’t know what ‘resonance’ is! But I know the meaning of ‘sonic’!”

“That’s pretty cool! Wait ‘till I get out of this armor. Too damn bulky!” Fullerton said as he went into a small, unused room and begun the process of removing his armor.

“You know, I’ve never seen Fullerton without that ugly helmet of his,” Norma commented on the disembarking of the suit.

“I always thought it was welded onto their skins.” Six replied, jumping onto a couch and blinking his one eye. Norma sighed, it’s been one hell of a day. She pondered whether the Messiah noticed she was gone from their plane of reality.

“Father Kane, do you know that I’m stuck with two bumbling idiots?”

Kane strode around inside the Temple, awaiting further intelligence from his operative in Stuttgart. Yet all he got was that the GDI were now moving to Colgate in order to kick out the Scrin in the countryside. Normally, she would’ve reported around this time of the day, but she hasn’t. Getting curious on where she went, he called one of the intelligence officers.

“Yes, Father?”

“Now then, have you picked up anything on operative number 186?”

“No, as far as we can- the officer was cut off by a sharp crackling into his microphone.

“Yes…? You can’t contact her…? What do you mean you’ve picked up a dimensional rip? That is not even possible-

Kane was now more curious than ever, a dimensional rip? Not even possible, unless…

“Officer!” the officer immediately snapped back into position. “What is this… rip you speak of?”

“My lord! The men are telling me that where she was last located, there was a dimensional rip around 1450 hours, when we first lost contact with her!”

“Hmm…. Interesting,” Kane pondered, then asked the officer to go back to monitoring the radio frequencies.

“A rip through reality… now where have I heard that in my years on this backdraft planet…?” he skimmed through the sea of knowledge of memories in his head.

Then he reached a revelation. He was not of this world, rather he was out of this dimension.  He remembered the times before he was exiled to Earth under a certain immortal and her race of four legged, intelligent beings.

Then back to his killing of Abel. It was then he realized he had a third brother, that was no human, rather a familiar draconequus.

“Well, well, well. You do know how to pick. Isn’t that right, Discord?”

“I may have lived through ages of war, but my mind cannot certainly forget my dear draconequus and Celestia.” He smiled, knowing that somewhere out in the planes of reality a certain being could sense it.

Chapter 7: Nightfall

“…And now I’m outta the room!” A black haired man with stunning yellow irises emerged from the room, wearing a black-colored suit. The Nod commando who stood from below just gaped in what she was seeing, followed by the surprised Mastermind.

“…Is that you?” Norma said as everyone and everypony looked at the GDI commando, hearing faint trumpeting and seeing smoke come out of the room like some sort of a show.

“Noooo shit! Maybe it’s one of your lackeys in disguise, eh?” He said sarcastically, never taking his eyes off them.

“What I see now…. Is something so freaking impossible,” Six said, even his mental voice slurred at the sight of this man.

“…By Celestia’s beard! He looks better than I thought!” Vinyl said, her jaws on the ground, literally.

“Why, thank you! That crazy as hell training program did pay off!” He declared grandly as he descended the stairs like a king. The night was beginning to fall on the outside.

“Where did you leave your equipment? In the room you were in?”

“No! In a super secret storage post office made out of muffins!” Somewhere, a grey pegasus felt offended.

“…Fuck you,” Norma snarled as she also began taking off her belt of ammunitions on her chest. Six meanwhile, was scratching away to take a good sleep, something that no one has ever seen before.

“Lookathim! Just like a cat!” Fullerton joked, as Six glared at him menacingly. “What? Pussy needs catnip-

“Fuck you! And learning your language’s curses is more than appeasing!” Six screamed as he continued scratching. Norma sighed and placed her belt of highly volatile ammunition of a nearby table, rubbing her head in disgust.

“Damn, one night without these bastards would be good….”

“I wish of that too, but unfortunately I can’t really argue with Vinyl,” Octavia answered, shaking her head in dismay.

“Looks like we’re on the same side,” Norma said, feeling a little more happier to find someone of such common sense.

“Good to know, what is your name? If I may kindly ask?” she said with utmost politeness.

“Operative Norma Yanakovic, how about yours?”

“Octavia Philaharmonica,” the grey cellist answered as she rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry about the unladylike tantrum I put up there earlier today, dealing with a DJ who blasts ‘music’ into the atmosphere nonstop is at best, horrible.”

“Try telling that to the drill sergeants at the loyalty camp, treated us like dogs for two years. Whatever the cost, I still worship the Father.”

“Who is this… ‘Father’? I am very curious about you humans. Lyra’s always ranting about them at dusk, terrible time to even close your eyes.”

“The almighty Messiah, Kane. A great and cunning man, the reason why the Brotherhood still lives on for almost three centuries.” Norma’s grasp of history wasn’t all that bad, but she was never good at remembering facts either.

“Oh… That’s nice…” Octavia said, trying to get a mental image of this ‘Kane’. Meanwhile, the trio of beings inside the living room began to move around.

“Hey! The bass cannon’s down in the basement! Wanna check it out?”

“Sure! And maybe I can even give a demonstration for this bad boy!” Fullerton responded as he heaved the carbine up, clearly having troubles without the power of the suit.

“Coolio! How about we go down now?” He nodded and soon they left the room, to the Nod commando and the grey mare’s dismay.

“Oh no, Vinyl’s crazy about that piece of technology,” Octavia groaned, retrieving some earplugs from a drawer close by. “I don’t know where she got it from, but it does cause a lot of noise. Deadly noise, that is.”

“Sounds like harmonic resonance to me,” Norma replied, to Octavia’s confusion.

“What’s that?”

“Well, people in our world use sound waves to destroy the holy mineral known as Tiberium, and we disapprove with that,” Norma explained as they heard crashes in the basement. “And the same waves are used against our most powerful, and they are eviscerated in one wave.”

“Oh… that perfectly explains her cannon alright,” Octavia replied as she plugged her blockers in, and offering Norma a pair. “Put these on, it’s going to break your eardrums if you don’t.”

“Thank you,” Norma responded as she graciously took the earplugs and put them on, not sure whether it will deafen her.

Meanwhile, Fullerton and Vinyl along with a sleepy Six were in the basement. Vinyl had already set up a bunch of dummy Changelings and even a Manticore in the basement, targets for the fearsome dubstep weapon.

“Are you ready?!”

“Fuck yeah!” She slammed the button, and a gigantic blue beam incinerated everything in front of the cannon, as well as deafening all of them.

Five seconds later, all that was left was several scorch marks and bits of the targets.

“Holy shit! This is better than the Ion cannon! I don’t give a shit whether it destroys fucking Redeemers, this thing plays freaking DUBSTEP!”

“Yeaaaah!”

Soon, everyone calmed down as Fullerton got ready his own firepower. Setting up another five Changeling dummies, he backed away leveling his carbine at them.

“Ready for manhandled firepower?”

“Anything!”

He pushed the trigger and the targets instantly turned to scrap as soon as the hypervelocity rounds touched them. Vinyl looked on with awe.

“That was… COOL!”

“Yeah! Thank the tech boys back in Britain! These things pack a hell lotta punch!” Fullerton said as he lowered the rifle, the targets deteriorating.

Then, he yawned. Tired with the day, he found somewhere to put his carbine at and went upstairs.

“Aww, the big guy’s sleepy already!”

“Says the crazy DJ who’s never spent a day fighting heavily armed robots!” He snapped back, not knowing why.

“…Well, that’s certainly valid!” Vinyl replied as she trotted upstairs, pushing the momentarily deaf Mastermind up.

After a while, they were all gathered upstairs with Vinyl scrounging around in her storage room for extra mattresses. Six however was still scratching away, trying to curl up and rest.

“Never let me hear that horrible tune again… NEVER!” he shrieked mentally, causing Fullerton who flopped onto a couch to chuckle.

“Well! That’s the thing we used to split up you bastards in orbit!”

“Then don’t do it again! Brings back some terrible memories…”

Fullerton however saw Vinyl carrying out three mattresses out of the room. “Need help with that?”

“Not…really!” She grunted as she dropped them onto the floor. “Now then! Where do you all want to sleep? Hopefully, not in the basement ‘cause I hear something lives down there!”

“Not the basement for sure, I’ll rest in the living room,” Norma replied, putting the earplugs back onto the counter.

“Living room for me,” Six replied as he hopped onto the mattresses and immediately fell asleep.

“Ain’t that cute? I think I would say the living room but…” He looked at Vinyl, and she knew something good was going to be said, her eyes sparkled. “You got room up there?”

“Of course! Plenty of room for you!”

“Then I’ll sleep there!” Fullerton responded as he lifted up the mattress he would be sleeping on. “Well folks! Even soldiers gotta sleep!”

Norma sighed in response. “Have a happy sleep, and make sure you don’t blow up.”

Octavia grunted and too trudged upstairs, trailing the eccentric duo.

Soon, everyone was asleep. Even the war-torn veterans were at work sleeping their hard earned work off.

Tomorrow, they will find a way home.

Lyra was just getting ready for bed, tucking herself in and all that. “Oh boy today marks the first day with humans!”

“Lyra…Go to sleep, I wanna,” Bon Bon sleepily replied. Lyra grunted in frustration.

“Okay…” She said, now on the bed and looking at the ceiling. She close her eyes and was in a deep slumber for at least three hours, just thinking about humans vomiting rainbows and exploding for no reasons and trains, especially trains.

It was then she was suddenly woken up by a loud bang in her kitchen. Like the first bang, she cautiously got out of bed leaving behind her friend and approached the kitchen with a knife she somehow got earlier on.

Then there was a voice, no wait, there were two voices talking.

“Well, where did this hunk of junk send us to this time? Stalingrad?”

“I don’t think so, Carter…” Lyra found herself face to face with two camouflaged humans, holding weapons much like Fullerton’s carbine.

“Holy shit! A peppermint pony!” The one named ‘Carter’ spun his head, raising his shotgun at the brave unicorn who stood there with a knife with an almost maniacal smile on her somehow adorable but psychotic face. “And she’s armed!”

“Fuck me! Chronojumping ain’t all that fun! FIRE!”

For the next hour, the house was filled with erratic flashes of light, and the occasional splatters of blood at the window. Oddly after, some ponies who stayed up extremely late found themselves smelling something being cooked…

Chapter 8: Ponies with Helmets and Judgement Day

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!”

Chapter 9: The Apocalypse (Part One)

The loud voice of Kravchenko didn’t stir up any response, much to his dismay. “Damn! I thought that would be something…”

“What? A battalion's worth of Allied tanks?”

“Maybe, now what should we do? No contact with the Motherland for all we know,” the operator said as he grabbed a radio and tweaked it towards their usual frequency. Hearing only static, he grunted in frustration.

“Damn! I was right, no contact at all.”

“I can suggest something, how about we secure this area first? Might find something worthwhile.”

“Good idea,” Kravchenko replied as he quickly opened up the top hatch to get a better look from the inside of the Apocalypse. He scanned around with his combat helmet on, and found no traces of anything they had. Not even a single piece of machinery, only rows and rows of somehow colorful houses. When he looked behind, he found a large red barn and fields of trees, farmland.

He grunted in disgust, he hated colors this bright. “This place isn’t Allied!”

“No shit, maybe it belongs to Yuri then?” Petrenko replied sarcastically, knowing very well that the psychic commander lived in a castle in Transylvania.

“Obviously it is not, I will be willing to secure an important building…” Kravchenko pulled out a pair of binoculars and spotted a building, with a stage in front of it, aptly named “Town Hall”.

“There’s a building of importance, a town hall to be exact,” He said to his awaiting driver.

“Then let’s roll over there.” Petrenko gave the Apocalypse a reboot of it’s system, it’s reactors powering up loudly and soon it was rolling its way toward this odd building in a land they do not know of. The grinding of tank threads sounded  as they slowly continued their way, the barrels of the tank accidently sweeping the side of a building.

“Where we are, it is most strange, I spy a building made of confectionaries, surely Romanov must’ve been playing with our heads…?” Kravchenko said in disbelief as they spied a house made out of candy.

“I can see it too, I’ll make it a point to blow it up later.”

“Good call,” Kravchenko replied as he once again closed the hatch and got back to operating the tank’s barrels as well as managing their amount of rockets.

“We have about a hundred AP shells, and about 150 Katushya rockets, how about our fuel levels?”

“Enough for a trip from Stalingrad to Sicily.”

“Very good, at least they have the politeness to give us enough fuel.” The tank finally reached its destination, right outside of the town hall. In that moment, Kravchenko took this time to find an AK and clambered out to investigate the building.

It was when he noticed something out of place here, something was staring at him, something inhuman. Turning around, he found himself face to face with a pony.

“Petrenko… take a look at this…”

“I am… should we shoot?” the nervous driver said, confronted with such an oddity for the first time. The Apocalypse continued rumbling as the pony gulped in fear, Kravchenko slowly leveling his AK up.

He felt pity, for once.

“…No, don’t shoot it.” He let the AK down, and went back towards the door, leaving it shivering in fear of him and the Soviet war machine.

He cleared his throat and knocked on the door, rather than breaching it as he was taught to. There was an audible groan, before the door opened.

“Darn, what do you ponies want-This pony was brown and its mane all frazzled with a touch of silver and right now she stood there rubbing her eyes with a hoof.

“Sweet Celestia… I think I must be dreaming…” Kravchenko never felt more offended in his life.  But nevertheless, he straightened up and remembered what to say for this situation.

“Ahem, I am Sergeant Kravchenko of the 55th Armored Column, we will claim this place in the name of the Motherland- The door slammed shut straight in his face. He grunted at this show of disrespect.

“Did it just slam the door on your face?” Petrenko said as he managed to find his operator’s frequency.

“It seems so, I’ll give it another go before I blow this place up.” He knocked the door again, rather bluntly. The same pony appeared again, still in disbelief.

“If this is one of their pranks… I’m going to evict them from their property…” It said again.

“Ahem, as I was saying. We will have to claim this place for the Motherland as a temporary base-Again, the door slammed shut. He was very pissed off now.

“Fucking hell, this shishkebab of a pony is annoying!”

“…Green light for firing?” Petrenko asked as he sat in his chair, waiting for his operator to return.

“…Good to fire, it deserves the pain.” Kravchenko said, venom seething out of his words. Even the conscripts treated him with a level of respect, but not this pony. Walking back to the Apocalypse, he heaved himself up and opened the hatch. Dropping inside, he immediately spun the barrels towards the building, priming the missiles.

“Danger close in three…”

“Two… One…”

“Firing cannons!”

Fullerton rolled around in his bed, mumbling about his life in the military. After being rudely awakened in the morning, he had managed to cause another hole in the ceiling of Vinyl’s house while Norma and Six remained below, and with Octavia resting in another room.

But today morning would have another rude surprise for him as a gigantic explosion rocked the sleepy town, waking up almost every.

Chrysalis was snooping closer to the town, when Discord contacted her again to her dismay.

“Hello again, Chrysie! Whatcha doing? Still busy finding the humans?”

“Fool, you ditched me back in the forest! And because of that I was attacked by Timberwolves!”

“Not my fault! Or was it…? Bah! Who cares? I sent over another pair of humans and as of now they are-A loud explosion sent Chrysalis reeling behind a bush, as well as Discord stopping for a brief minute.

“What was that?!”

“Chaos! Don’t you love the sound of chaos?”

“…That’s it, Lyra! I’m calling the police on you!” Bon Bon echoed in anger at her downfallen friend, who actually looked pitiful for once.

“But…!”

“No buts! You’ve murdered a living being, two beings in fact! Now go! I don’t want to see you around here!” Lyra wanted to sob, but she still had a weapon and a damaged psyche.

“But what if you didn’t exist…?” Lyra muttered, reaching the breaking point as the shotgun floated next to her, pumped and ready to fire.

“Lyra…? What are you doing…?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really, just putting you out of your misery-A loud explosion rocked the house, causing the shotgun to fall and misfire, hitting the closet.

“Whoa! What was that?” And the response that came was quite terrifying.

“ARMAGGEDON IS HERE!”

A minute after, Fullerton had gotten up and dressed again in his armor, sighing away and cursing under his breath.

“Fucking pieces of fuckin’ wankers… Twats…” He mumbled as he clanked downstairs, holding his carbine with one hand and adjusting his helmet with the other.

“I sense you are up…. I presume?” Six mentally said as he rubbed his body in dismay to the explosion, Norma was just stumbling around for her pistols.

“No shit, fucktard! If its those two fuckbuddies again then I’m gonna blow up their house like Sarajevo!” Norma hissed, half asleep and half awake with her laser pistols glaring red.

Meanwhile, Vinyl yawned and also clambered out of the bed wondering what had just taken place. She trotted outside, her goggles strapped on to her face and met a frazzled Octavia who looked at her with contempt.

“Did that heck of a boom wake you up?”

“No, maybe it was just your snoring!” Octavia growled, angry that her sleep had been interrupted.

Downstairs, the three commandos had equipped themselves with their equipment and prepared to investigate the explosion when Vinyl saw them attempting to leave the house.

“Wait! Don’t go out! Somepony might see you-

“Sorry, miss Vinyl! If there’s explosions goin’ about, I think it’s our business to keep you guys safe from whatever it is!” Fullerton said as his visor polarized and his armor clattered, magazines included.

“…I can’t believe we’re going out in the open for this damned event.”

“Me too, I’ll rather teleport but it’s best not to, lest I want to kill myself.” Six said as he skittered towards the door. Norma holstered one pistol and reached out for the doorknob, and spun it.

It was then another echoing explosion took place, and the familiar shrieking of missiles sounded.

“HOLY FUCK! MISSILES INCOMIN’!” Fullerton barked as he immediately ran out of the door and slammed into a wall, taking cover.

“Wait, how on Earth are there missiles here…?” It was then Norma activated her stealth generator. “Wait here, I’ll investigate the source.” She pulled out a radio, one that she never used broadly but now had a reason.

“What’s your frequency, Fullerton?”

“Umm…” He knocked his helmet, trying to remember while in cover. “Err… Ah hah! 567.267.1337!”

“Got it…” She tuned the radio to the numbers that he had given her and gave it a quick test.

“Can hear you pretty clear, now go ahead and see what’s in store for us. Can’t hurt, can it?”

“Copy that, going low.” Norma slunk away into the shadows of the morning as Six looked around in perpetual fear.

“Be warned, I sense something extremely dangerous… That of your accursed twin barreled monstrosities…”

“Mammoths? How is that even possible? Unless that rainbow thing sent them here too!” Fullerton said as the missiles hit home and exploded somewhere far. “Shit! I think we should go closer!”

Fullerton got out of cover and quickly sprinted to another building. Six followed by scampering about, trying to stay quiet.

Norma meanwhile, had reached near the source of the explosion and what she saw wasn’t pretty.

A building completely shredded and on fire, and the perpetuator was an oversized tank with two large cannons and twin missile pods.

She assumed it was a GDI Mammoth 27, until she saw the emblem of a long dead faction that the Father had once served in as an intelligence officer.

The hammer and sickle, imprinted on the side of the tank.

“Fullerton, get to a higher vantage point. There’s something I need you to see…”

“Roger that! Firing ‘packs!” The sound of a jetpack was enough to tell her he was on top. Fullerton was now surveying the beast of a machine that had demolished a building with ease, the words ‘Town hall’ on a sign in bits.

“Holy shit… Is that there a…?”

“It’s not GDI, take a look on the side.” He zoomed in on the side of the tank and found something only buried in textbooks old. One that had been the enemy long before the Tiberium century.

The emblem of the Soviet Union, the most brutal of them all and there stood their trademark tool of destruction in another reality had Tiberium not crashed into Earth.

The Apocalypse tank.

The Apocalypse (Part Two)

The trio watched as the humongous tank maneuvered its large barrels away from the building slowly. Fullerton then noticed some ponies sticking their heads out of their windows, only to retreat into their solace and close their blinds in fear.

“…Are we goin’ to take it out…?”

“I think we… should not.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean by that? It just fuckin’ demolished a building in the fuckin’ town full of innocent talkin' ponies!”

“Be practical, we don’t even have anti tank weapons!” Fullerton groaned as his carbine was raised towards the tank. They had detpacks that can blow up and entire apartment block in less than a second!

“Detpacks! We have ‘em for a reason!”

“Can we even go near that thing? Those cannons are going to gut us before we even touch it!”

“That’s why I have a jetpack!” Fullerton said as he stepped up onto a ridge on the roof. He was going to activate his jetpack when the tank suddenly started to move.

And it’s missile pods aimed for him.

“Get down! It’s targeting you!”  The rocket pods fired in an array of fireworks and sailed straight for him. He grunted and rolled away from the storm of missiles. They all slammed into the spot he stood, destroying both the house and the neighboring residences. The tank backed away, leveling it’s twin barrels for a sprinting Fullerton who aimed for another bunch of rooftops.

“I can’t shake it off!”

“…I think I can take it out with my own explosives, try to stay alive!” Norma said as she crept closer to the tank, its guns flaring at the shadowy blur of the GDI commando. The spot where Fullerton was turned into a blazing mess as the Apocalypse reloaded, unaware of the Nod commando.

Meanwhile, Kravchenko was busy tracking the armored soldier that nimbly dodged their barrage of lethal projectiles.

“Damn! He’s fast!”

“I’m moving! Make sure you hit or we’re goners!” Petrenko said as he pulled a level back and reached out for the wheel as the tank rumbled in response. The sounds of shells reloading finished as Kravchenko leveled the guns towards the figure who had ascended into the air with the help of a jetpack. The missiles loaded and soon were sent screeching for the figure.

“If Romanov was so smart in building tanks, why didn’t he add machine guns?!”

“I don’t fucking know! Missiles hitting in three!”

The missiles struck more of the buildings, completely eradicating them. Ponies thru and fro were now screaming in terror and fleeing from the Apocalypse as it continued it’s rampage. The buildings that were struck by the missiles of the heavy tank were now aflame, the town choked in thick smoke.

This was one hell of a morning.

Chrysalis had slunk closer to the town when she saw the source of devastation, a large threaded vehicle with two long barrels sticking out of it’s front and two rectangular objects that fired screaming explosives into the air.

Then she saw a shimmer in the air next to it, and immediately hissed.

One of the damned humans, and another running for his life on the rooftops of the town. Now she had the perfect opportunity to slay them in revenge for her hive. Disguising herself as a pony in order to avert attention, she slowly made her way towards the shimmer as it pulled out a cylinder object and planted it onto the surface of the flaring vehicle.

After a minute, she was right next to the shimmer and that was when it turned its head in response. It lunged for her and she swiped it off its aim, sending it tumbling towards the ground and uncloaking itself.

“So my time has finally paid off… “ Chrysalis snarled as she revealed her true form. “I can take my time to kill you slowly- In a flash, she was struck in the snout by a fast fist and one of her wings clipped by a streaking red blur. She cried in pain before the human kicked her in the stomach.

“…So it seems you have returned to kill us?” The same voice that spoke to her minutes before the slaughter sounded in her head as she stood her ground against the human who held aloft an intricate device. Meanwhile, the tank was busy firing away at the streaking commando as he approached it from above.

“Kravchenko! Two contacts beside us!”

“Damn! Can this can of junk fire without me?”

“It can, but less accurate!” Petrenko replied as he switched the firing mode of the Apocalypse into automatic, the barrels now aiming through the use of an AI in the tank. The missiles locked into place and soon shrieked into the air as Kravchenko grabbed his AK to fight off the intruders on the side. Clambering up, he saw another figure garbed in red holding a pistol and another pony like thing, except that it was more insect looking than anything he had seen.

He grunted in frustration and aimed the AK for the first target, the human. He clicked the trigger, sending three bullets sailing for the target who looked behind to face him. She dodged them and send a line of deadly light towards him. He moved himself back and almost got gutted by it had he not reacted.

“Pigs!” The AK flared again as he clambered out of the tank and jumped down onto the ground to take cover behind the tank.

Chrysalis now had two problems, a human armed with a fully automatic weapon and one that wielded an intricate weapon that shot lasers.

She chose to face the one that had helped to defile her hive, and immediately slammed her into the ground with all her might. She hissed and as a response she was jabbed in the face with another fist.

“The Queen of a hive? Pathetic…” The human spat out, to her disgust.

“Be silence! I will end you once and for all- The rattling of the other human’s weapon caught both of them off guard and as the result, Chrysalis was knocked off her hooves by the garbed human.

“For the Motherland-A quick shot from the garbed human was all it took to eliminate the other human, scorching his chest and dropping dead onto the ground.

“Soviet scum!” The human had quickly got up and aimed her pistol for where she assumed Chrysalis was, but she had vanished and taken cover.

Chrysalis was now in a tight spot, the human had just killed the other in cold blood and proved to be superior in close quarters then she was. Her only option was to die fighting, or…

She looked at the tank, in the background the houses of Ponyville aflame. The tank rumbled as it’s twin barrels flared and it’s pods lit up like fireworks from Canterlot as they hit their marks on a nearby coffee shop, turning it into a ball of roiling flames.

That’s it, the key to winning.

She immediately turned invisible and slunk up to the tank, cautious of the human who also could use invisibility. The tank rolled backwards into a building, near Sugarcube Corner and fired again in succession. The armored human on top was now jumping down onto the ground, it’s rifle firing at the hull of the tank uselessly.

“This thing is unshakeable! Fuckin’ bastard annihilated every house I’ve stepped on! How long before it goes down?!”

“I don’t know! For all anyone cares, I’ve just shot a Soviet soldier and got fucked up by that insectious bastard!” Chrysalis cursed at this, insults.

“…Chrysalis… She’s here alright, and she’s still near your location. I think she’s going to- The hatch on the tank opened up suddenly, and Norma turned to look at what opened it only to find Chrysalis jumping inside and the screaming of another soldier inside. The tank stopped in response before a snarl was heard and the aforementioned soldier was thrown out of the tank, flailing. He crashed onto the ground and scuttled for cover with a measly pistol then the tank was finally silenced.

Fullerton stopped and investigated the sudden ceasefire. The roaring of flames were the only thing that sounded, and the occasional cries of terror from the bewildered ponies who were fleeing from the carnage.

Meanwhile, Vinyl watched the spectacle from her window, having taken off her goggles to believe what she had just witnessed. Her armored friend had long disappeared from the rooftops and the others also gone ahead to face the source. She hoped that he would be okay, but he was a soldier.

And this was what soldiers do.

Octavia was watching from the other room, constantly rubbing her eyes in dismay at the chaos she saw.

Somewhere else, Discord laughed heartily at the amount of chaos he had created. So who cared about ponies or humans dying? Chaos was he wanted, and he got it. Chrysalis was however, planning to get revenge on the humans with the very thing he had summoned.

Oh well, that means double the fun. Right?

“Careful, that thing just jumped into the tank and threw the driver out. He’s secondary, the tank’s primary.” Fullerton edged closer to the still Apocalypse, wary of any reactions from it.

“Don’t worry, if the trained guys are outta the tank then it shouldn’t be a problem-The tank started up again as the loudspeaker blared out again. But it wasn’t the voice of the Russians as he saw the barrels aim down for him.

It was the voice of Chrysalis, in a goddamned tank.

“HAHA! NOW YOU SHALL SEE THE TRUE MIGHT OF QUEEN CHRYSALIS!”

Chapter 1: It Means Something

“Bo-oring!” Discord grumbled as he played with a bouncy ball, snapping his fingers for yet another storm of chocolate into Ponyville. He sighed, nothing was that chaotic for anyone anymore because he had said what could be the worst thing to say for a chaotic figure.

So now, he no longer made anypony scared and because of this he grew terribly bored.

“The boringness! It kills me slowly!” He groaned, as he caught the ball again. “Hmm, what can I do? Nothing that I usually do is causing mayhem…” He walked over to the globe of Equestria.

After taking a look at the globe, he gained a idea that was stupid and well-thought out.

“Ah hah! I know what to do!” He touched the globe with his one hand and snapped the other. Immediately, the globe morphed into an orb filled with vivid pictures of creatures he was not familiar with.

“Which one should I pick?” he mumbled as he observed them carefully. Should he pick a thing that looked extremely ferocious? He should, but after serious, as serious gets for him, reconsideration. He decided not to.

“I choose… YOU!” he looked on with the one he had just picked, it showed another creature facing a enormous tripod, another holding odd devices with both of its hand and one more unlike the ones he had laid on, it was four legged and possessed a very odd head and tentacles. It seemed to be pacing around in a alien like environment, reminding him of Chrysalis’s hive on the inside.

“Now! Let’s see what happens!” He picked that picture, sure that he would get some chaos today. But it will take sometime, so he waited until they would get together in some kind of an epic fight.

Which was bound to happen soon enough.

“Real tough guy!” An armored figure stood in the street, facing a three- legged behemoth who was aiming for him with its curious appendages which glowed a deceptive blue. In the background was another of the tripod, albeit badly damaged by constant rocket and gunfire from the men who hid beyond its effective range.

The figure smirked inside his suit, and from his helmet activated something on his back. His hand slowly reached for a small device from his belt, before he was propelled into the air and straight into the tripod.

“Got a surprise for ya!” the man landed on the tripod with precision, causing it to roar in defiance. He pulled out the device and planted it into the tripod’s head before he jumped down with a thump. Pulling out a small gun-shaped trigger, he pushed the button that caused the explosive device on top of the tripod to explode, engulfing the biomechanical machine in a devastating cloud of fire. It crashed down into the ground with a solid boom to the figure’s delight.

“We saw that, Fullerton! Nice going! Now help us out with this one- Scratch that, alien bastard is going down!” The roars of another unfortunate tripod echoed throughout the ruined place as it went down in flames from the combined fire of the soldiers.

“Good shots there, lads! Now reload and suit up! We still got a city to take back from these aliens!” Fullerton declared as his gun, an experimental assault railgun carbine, glowered. He and his men had managed to activate the powerful defense towers, sonic emitters, and the inactive bases in Stuttgart, they were well on their way to clearing the city out of the aliens.

“We’re all suited up, Lieutenant! Orders?” his helmet pinpointed the location of the surviving riflemen and rocket troopers far away as well as two very slow combat engineers.

“Take our engineers to secure the husks of these things! I’ll go scout out the area before we go for the final takedown!” he responded as he sprinted off away from the men who were busy escorting the GDI’s engineers.

As he swapped cover and sprinted about in order to avoid detection from any more of the aliens, he thought back to what led to this.

First, Redmond Boyle, the Director of the GDI, had ordered a surgical strike on an mysterious fleet of aliens moving into orbit of Earth after a cataclysmic liquid Tiberium explosion in Sarajevo caused by an Ion strike on Nod’s Temple Prime. Then they split up into pieces and landed everywhere, Germany being one of the places they ended up in. Then they invaded the country with brutal efficiency, destroying most of the GDI’s finest war vehicles and leaving him the only man in contact with High Command who sent their best commander to deal with the situation.

So that was the world’s story about the invasion of Earth. And now he is playing the final moves of the liberation of Stuttgart. He was lost for a slight moment before he spotted the familiar shape of Shock troopers. At this sight, he quickly ducked into a building and ascended a flight of steps until the third floor.

“Shit,” he grumbled, his carbine trained on the advancing troopers who did not know of his presence. He pulled the trigger and two of them collapsed instantly, the rest firing disks of plasma into the building he was garrisoned in. The gun flared once more, killing the last three of them.

He was satisfied, until he heard the click of a pistol and the staccato of footsteps. He turned around, but had his hand locked in a tight grip and his carbine kicked out of his grasp by something he couldn’t see.

A second later, he was now face to face with the barrel of a laser pistol, before a feminine figure garbed in red appeared seemingly out of thin air, with straps filled with ammo strung around her.

“Nice day for a kill, isn’t that right, Fullerton?”

“So we meet again, Norma. Tell me, what mission did that prophet of yours made you go on? Assassinating me?” The GDI commando remarked, she answered back with a hiss at his words about the prophet, Kane.

“Not that it is a concern to him. Rather, he sent me out to gather intelligence on these… aliens. I’ve been living out for a few days now, avoiding them and waiting for the time to strike. And guess who I found?”

“Me,” he answered back, still struggling to break loose of the Nod commando’s vice grip.

“That is right, you might be wondering why I am not currently filling up your body with holes, if I am correct?”

“Seems to be the question, lady. Why aren’t you shooting  me exactly?”

“That, I cannot answer. But I know you GDI scum have found a way to fight back these aliens.” She glanced over to the dead Shock troopers, Fullerton’s eyes followed. “They followed me here, and there are more coming. I wish to survive, do you not too?”

“Why should I be helping a fanatic of that man?” the barrel came closer to his face, the pistol glowed crimson.

“Do not speak of him like that, you pathetic fool!” she snarled, causing him to snicker.

“You guys are easy to piss off. Alright, I’ll help you out this time but the next time we meet, I sure hope there’s a Mammoth behind me.”

“As you say, comrade,” she said, the last word stung her. Why on earth was she working with a sworn enemy of Nod? Maybe because her training might not be useful in fighting the aliens, but the GDI commando had killed even the largest of them with ease. She let go of the soldier’s arm, and allowed him to reequip his weapon.

They shuffled into positions as they heard the sounds of alien chattering. Soon after, a group of four-legged aliens arrived on the scene, with more  and more coming.

“How many of them did you piss off? An entire army?” Fullerton asked at the number of aliens at the scene, accompanied by a tripod.

“That does not matter, it only matters if we survive.”

“Then let’s get this party started!”

Somewhere far away from Stuttgart, an alien creature speaks with its master.

“But Foreman! Can we just stop with the violence against these humans? This could’ve gone better if we picked the red planet instead of this one!”

“NOW THEN, MASTERMIND 657. IT IS NOT UP TO ME TO MAKE THE DECISION WHERE THE INCHOR METEORITE LANDS, NOT EVEN THE OVERLORD. BUT WE MUST FOLLOW ORDERS, AND OURS IS TO ENGAGE WITH DIVERSIONARY TACTICS.”

“I’ve seen what the ones without the weapons is like! They were peaceful until the Ichor crashed into this planet! Minus that last war I studied on!”

“YOUR BEHAVIOUR IS VERY UNEXPECTED, 657. WHAT HAS GOTTEN IN YOU?”

“Nothing! I pity these poor things, this is only one of our harvesting fleets and yet they are getting beaten back so hard! Can’t we just leave and convince the Overlord to make peace with all of them?”

“HERESY! WHAT YOU HAVE SAID IS HERESY, 657!”

“That is because they would’ve lived better! If we hadn’t poked our appendages into our mess!”

“657, STOP WITH THIS NONSENSE! YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW THEY ARE EXTREMELY HOSTILE BUT YET YOU REFUSE TO SEE SO?”

“I am already seeing so, 371! Can’t you-

“ENOUGH! I AM ORDERING YOU AND GROUP 452 TO PROCEED TO THESE MARKS. THE HUMANS ARE TAKING THE CITY AND WE SHALL NOT ALLOW IT!”

“…Yes, 371.”

Strangely enough, no words were spoken psychically, just through telepathy. 657 then took off, immensely furious with the stubborn Foremen.

For years on end, he had witnessed the downfall of so many species and yet he couldn’t do anything about them. What made him change was when he saw an alien mother protect its child, selfless of her own life just before one of their Corrupters killed her as well as her offspring. Since then, he firmly believed that all sentient beings have a right to exist, not to fall to some life-sustaining mineral that they required.

Today was no different, his Blink pack was clicking as it readied itself for a powerful teleport. He met up with more of his kind who vanished to their respective missions.

Finally, he reached his personal squad consisting of highly trained Shock Troopers and a ingenious Seeker.

“There he is! 657!” chittered the lead Shock Trooper, as his carapace showed that he was a veteran of the wars before.

“Hello, 5602. I suppose you are well?” The Mastermind stopped in front of his battle squad, and observed the surrounding.

“Damn right we are! Ready to slaughter some humans!” 657 let out a annoyed huff. Surely someone must’ve shared his ideals?

The Blink pack now glowed a vibrant purple, 657 feeling a surge of energy being transferred to the pack.

“Alright! Everyone on me!” The Shock troopers quickly rallied at where their leader stood, followed by the silent Seeker.

A minute later, they disappeared in a flash of purple, well on their way to the human city.

“Brilliant, I say!” Discord exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the air.

The creatures he had picked was now going to be bundled up together, the perfect time to send them here.

“Today is going to be so fun!”