“Blast doors…” The Lunar Special Forces squads leader muttered as he ran a hoof down the heavy metal door. “Got to be at least a couple feet thick.”

“Going to need more than a breaching charge to get through that thing.” Star observed, “Shining, have anything in the tank that might be able to cut through?”

Swiper walked up the blast doors and observed it, then noticed it was locked by a type of lock he was very familiar with.

“I got this.” Swiper stated, approaching the terminal where the keypad. “I’ve dealt with these locks when I was thief back in the day. This won’t take long. Get in position.”

Swiper looked over the keypad for a couple seconds, then typed in #133769. A clanking sound was heard from the door, and it started to slowly open.

“How did you know the code?” Star inquired, sliding against the wall.

“I helped build it.” Swiper stated proudly, loading a fresh magazine into his P90.

“Flashbangs out!” One of the Lunar Special Forces operatives called out as he and another operative threw in a pair of flashbangs. Once they detonated, two operatives filed in, followed by another two, and then Star and Swiper. Much to Swipers surprise, the only loyalists in the room were a trio of dazed secret police operatives, who were quickly knocked to the ground and hogtied by the Special Forces that entered prior to them.

“Where are the others?!” The Lunar Special Forces squad leader demanded from one of the loyalists.

“They aren’t here. Everyone else is either dead, or fighting your forces outside the building. We didn’t exactly expect you guys to get this far, to be honest. Much less use a tank on us INSIDE the building.” The loyalist responded, laughing heartily.

“Why are you so cheerful? You’re a POW.” The squad leader inquired.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked, smiling crazily like the Joker in the Dark Knight. “We are all about to die. Why don’t you take a look in that box over there.”

The squad leader turned around and spotted a metal container sitting in the corner behind him. He turned to the tank crew. “Go check it out. We’ll handle the prisoners.”

“Right. Swiper, Star, why don’t you take the Elements of Harmony outside. I heard we have a Chinook waiting on you.” Shining Armor said calmly.

“Right. Come on Swiper.” Star Streak urged, packing the Elements of Laughter, Kindness, and Magic into her backpack. Swiper swiped (lawl) the Elements of Honestly, Loyalty, and Generosity and hung the necklaces from his neck. As soon as they had the Elements of Harmony gathered, they picked up their firearms and ran out of the room.

“About time you guys showed up.” Liam Neeson stated as Star and Swiper emerged from the building.

“What? Were we late for something?” Star asked.

“Not really. Missed the show though.” Liam said.

“And you missed a fucking tank crashing through that building.” Swiper stated, pointing at the tank sized hole in the wall.

“Just get on the Chinook.” Liam growled. Not wanting to argue, Swiper and Star Streak hurried to comply, racing up the Chinooks ramp and jumping into a couple of unoccupied seats.

“We will take Elements of Harmony. We are very proud of the two of you.” Princess Luna stated, levitating the Elements of Harmony off of Swipers neck and out of Star Streaks backpack. The Chinook lifted off the ground and zoomed away from the compound.

“Shit!” Someone shouted over the radio as the Chinook started to pass over the forest surrounding the compound.

“Nuclear device!” Shining Armor shouted over the radio.

“Shit, it’s been activated!” Someone shouted.

“How long before it detonates, Captain?” Princess Luna inquired.

Before Shining Armor responded, there was a blinding light that caused everyone looking out the windows of Chinook to shield their eyes and look away. When they looked back, all that was left was nuclear fire and a large mushroom cloud

Obi-wan leaned forward and violently vomited up blood onto the floor of the Millennium Falcon, which Chewbacca just finished cleaning up.

“[God Dammit!]” Chewy growled, staring at the vomit he knew he would have to clean up, as usual.

“What is it, Obi-wan?” Luke Skywalker asked.

“A-another disturbance in the force.” Obi-wan managed to say, before projectile vomiting right into Luke Skywalkers face.

Black Jesus stood waiting at helipad at the Los Pegasus International Airport, waiting for Princess Luna’s Chinook to arrive. He had heard from reports that the operation was a tactical victory, and that the Elements of Harmony was secured by Lunar Special Forces. But of course… they lost half of the Lunar Special Forces First Battalion when the nuke detonated. Over 500 ponies, dead in an instant, while he sat here and watched.

In the distance, he could see the Chinook approaching fast. It then slowed to a crawl and landed on the helipad. The ramp leading to the troop bay lowered to the ground. Princess Luna exited first, who, despite her regal attitude, looked close to crying. Seeing this, Black Jesus started walking towards her and extended his arms out to her, arms that Luna fell into in a rather ungracious manner, balling into his shoulders.

“W-we failed… we failed our duty to keep our ponies safe. We should have known that the Anti-Spice would be desperate enough to try something so drastic. Now , 500 of our little ponies have been reduced to dust. Even Shining Armor, our nieces husband, and one of the most loyal and honorable soldiers in Equestria, won’t even be able have his body returned to his wife and his sister. We have failed in our duty to them, Black Jesus. We have failed.”

As Black Jesus did his best to comfort her, Rambo Jesus walked up to her. “Princess, I know what you are going through.” Rambo Jesus began, “I’ve sent men to their deaths before, and trust me, it isn’t fun. I can remember each and every face of the troops I have lost in battle. But you need to remain strong . Not only for those who were lost, but also for those who survived. If they see you like this, the results won’t be good. So excuse me for being a bit of a hardass, but the mission was a success; We have the Elements of Harmony, and the enemy opposition was wiped out; Those were the objectives. You didn’t lose civilians, you lost soldiers. Soldiers who knew they might be going to their deaths. That’s what we signed up for. Now wipe those tears away, before the survivors see you.”

As Rambo Jesus walked away, he clamped a heavy hand down on Black Jesus’s shoulder. “Same goes for you, my brother.” He said, before walked away, carrying his M249 by its carry handle.

“Thy brother is correct. We shouldn’t be sniveling like a foal.” Luna said, pulling away from Black Jesus’s embrace and wiping away her tears.

Black Jesus shook his head. “No. You are mourning. That isn’t a sign of weakness. But, now isn’t the time to mourn, my child.”

News of the death of over 500 soldiers from a nuclear device spread rather quickly. Not even an hour later, it was all over the news. One of the viewers was the wife of Captain Shining Armor, Princess Cadence. Though reason told her that her husband was dead, just ashes floating in the breeze now, every fiber in her body told her otherwise.

And then she heard the knock on her door.

Initially, she thought it was her beloved, Shining Armor, returning to sweep her off her feet and wisk her away to the bedroom for a couple hours worth of snuggling. But upon opening the door, she didn’t find her Shining Armor. She found a solemn looking Pegasus dressed in traditional guard armor (the traditional armor is what they wear in the show; I think of it as a dress uniform).

“You may want to take a seat, Princess.” He said.

“He’s dead, isn’t he? My Shining Armor is dead?” Princess Cadence asked.

The Pegasus looked down at his hooves, as if looking for the right words to say. He looked back up at her after a little while. “I’m sorry.” He said, confirming Cadences worst fears. Unable to take it anymore, Cadence fell to her knees, weeping like never before. The Pegasus, though every part of his mind told him to give the Princess a giant bear hug, stood there, unable to do anything to comfort her because of the regulations surrounding his duty.

Those feels, man.