“H… how….”

“How am I alive?” Discord mocked, leaning against the tiberium shards that Celestia had been impaled on before snapping one of the crystals off and popping it into his mouth like a piece of candy, “Tiberium might as well be chaos magic in physical form. Celestia, did you really think that I would try the whole statue routine a third time?”

Celestia didn’t reply, having been reduced to coughing fits. Discord, with a twinge of pity in his gaze, snapped. Her pain was gone, but her body was still failing. She could feel her body becoming crystalized, but there was none of the agony usually involved with the transformation.

“Don’t worry, Celestia, the world is still in good hooves, they just aren’t in your hooves anymore.” the Lord of Chaos stated, waving to the sun goddess as her body began fading in much the same way her sister’s did. However, unlike Luna, as Celestia’s body began to flow away, the sun’s color began to change. By the time Discord’s third guest arrived, the sun was the same color as the tiberium crystals that had killed her.

“What have you done!?” Twilight screamed, only for Discord to shrug and pick up the now empty body of Kane, fold it over a clothes hanger, and put it into a floating wardrobe that disappeared as soon as it had arrived.

“I? Little ole me?” Discord asked, “Why, I’ve done nothing. At least to the Princesses, or at least what’s left of them. Today.”

“You’re supposed to be dead! How could you betray our trust like this! Was… was this entire war your plan? Some sick plot to take over Equestria?!”

What little amusement the draconequus had gotten from Twilight’s screaming was short lived, and with another snap, they were both back in Kane’s private office. Twilight found herself with a plastic mask of a bat on her face that she quickly ripped off and tossed aside while Discord was sporting a nurse’s outfit and clown makeup.

“Do I really look like a guy with a plan, Twilight?” he asked as the skirt, shirt, and makeup melted away into nothing, “I may have nudged Nod here and tapped GDI there, but the war? That was Celestia, all I did was encourage Luna to make the Brotherhood as the ever-brilliant Professor Crystal Theory… who as luck would have it, suffered a ‘nearly’ fatal heart attack shortly after being put on Luna’s staff.”

“You manipulated us all from the start! We- we mourned you!” the purple alicorn shouted, and once more Discord was happy that the walls were soundproofed.

“Indeed, I pulled strings on both sides, but to be completely fair, it wasn’t that hard. Ironsides had a stroke before the war that he nearly died from as well, except he actually did and like my role with Kane, I’ve been having so much fun playing his opposite; the gruff, grizzled veteran in charge of an impossible war.”

“How could you do this to us? We were your friends.”

“Friend. Singular. You all knew full well I only truly became friends with the one pony to accept me as I am, and she conveniently isn’t out there.” Discord retorted, waving a paw and causing all of the monitors in the office to spring to life. Each one told a different story of the battle outside. Spike was still wrestling with the Eradicator, Pinkie Pie was limping along, rushing a Mammoth tank on hoof only for one guard’s helmet camera to cut out once the tank fired on them and be replaced by that of another one. As the survivors tried to bring her broken body back to friendly lines, a Firehawk strafed the area and the feed cut out entirely entirely.

“As luck would have it, Ironsides cut MARV funding and pumped it into the Titan program. Fluttershy is safely back at ZOCOM HQ, watching this lovely chaos from a safe distance… honestly Twilight, I’m surprised you never figured it out sooner. You didn't notice how out of character Celestia was acting?"

"You... you cause... how?! You can't affect Alicorns."

"I couldn't affect Alicorns, but with chaos in physical form worming its way throughout the planet? I've haven't felt a power boost like this since before Sunbutt and Moontush turned me into lawn furniture. Besides, Celestia wasn't my only hint. I made my presence known through Kane multiple times, and even fully revealed myself to Pinkie Pie’s sister on occasion when being Kane was getting boring.” he told her, chuckling all the while, “Why, I even name-dropped myself during the battle at Canterlot, rather randomly as well.”

“You used us.” Twilight spat, “Why should I care what you think of my deductive skills.”

“Because we’re the last of a dying breed, so to speak.” he quipped, floating over next to her on a hospital bed, IV drip, heart monitor and all, “We are two of the last three immortals left alive on this planet.”

“Four, Cadance is-”

“Comatose, as she has been since you hooked her up downstairs with no chance of ever waking up. When Temple Prime falls… and it will fall, given your boyfriend is about to place his last demolition charge and disable the ion disruptors, life support will fail and you will be the last adult alicorn left on our little ball of dirt floating around in the void.”

“You’re a real bastard, you know that?”

Discord merely laughed, disappearing in a flash of light only to reappear wrapped in a hooded black cloak and sitting in an odd high-backed rotating chair.

“Yes yes, give into your hatred my dear, watch as your pitiful little brotherhood is crushed beneath the might of Celestia’s empire.” he teased, “Or you could do what I’m doing, and take a well-needed vacation.”

“Vacation!?” Twilight replied incredulously, “Really!? You almost killed the planet, left millions dead, got two of the most ancient beings on the planet killed and the only thing you can say is that you want to take a vacation!?”

“Why, yes.” Discord deadpanned as yet another flash of light deposited him back on the floor next to his luggage, “Our time on this world is effectively over, it’s only fitting that we disappear for the time being, let the mortals sort themselves out now that things are finally ready for them.”

Twilight looked at him, then back to the monitors. The battle was getting more intense as both factions seemed to become aware that Luna and Celestia were gone. The Redeemer was proving its worth while beating the Scrin walker with its own front legs after having ripped them off. GDI armor was pushing in an unrelenting advance, and the Kodiaks that had been Nod’s bane since the war started, were steadily upping the intensity of their bombardment to the point that not even the defensive Obelisks lining the perimeter could stand before them.

“I made my choice when tiberium made landfall, Twilight.” Discord stated, all humor gone from his voice, “Despite your accusation, I did not call Tiberium to our world, and we aren’t the first world, the second world... we’re not even in the first one thousand planets to have the crystal arrive. The moment it landed, our world changed forever, and while you, Luna, and Celestia may not have seen it, the writing on the wall was clear as day for me.

“The Age of Gods and Monsters is over, Twilight. It’s been over since Appleloosa was assimilated. Tiberium jump-starts any technologically stagnant society, or kills it. The real Kane knew this, and as much as it still pains me to buy into friendship… I rather like Fluttershy. So I did what I could to guide GDI and Nod into familiar territory, but contrary to what you may believe, the most I ever did to affect the war was to prolong it. A habit I’ve gotten quite good at as right now, I’m wasting your very valuable time. But I think that’s enough explaining to the audience my motivations or lack thereof… you have a choice to make, Twilight Sparkle.”

“Whether or not to kill you isn’t that hard of a choice, Discord.” Twilight growled, her horn already glowing.

“If you think you can hurt me, by all means, try. But a word of caution… the more chaotic a world, the stronger I am, and what is more beautifully chaotic than a world-wide war?” Discord asked, that eternal smirk cutting the Princess of Friendship as deeply as his words were. His question was punctuated by another snap, this time instead of monitors surrounding the duo of immortals, it was gateways similar to the ones Twilight had seen before her ascension. Each one told a different story, each one showed a battle currently happening somewhere, and each one highlighted his point. Lives taken or saved at the flip of a cosmic coin. A decision here could save a hundred lives while the same decision there could end thousands.

“Stop playing around and tell me.”

“Oh fine, be a party pooper.” he grumbled, “You can reveal to the world that Kane was in fact Discord, Lord of Chaos and amateur tardigrade rancher, but you would most likely kill any chance of Nod returning from the brink and leave the planet solely in the hooves of GDI… or you can keep our little secret; keep the Brotherhood’s spirit alive, and maybe reclaim a throne or reinstate the divine royalty. Maybe even restore that status quo you love so much.

“The choice is yours to make, Purple Smart, but I would suggest choosing quickly.” he finished, gesturing over his shoulder to the camera feeds again as a tremor shook the entire temple. In time with the tremor, the Crystal Fury was charging up another ion cannon blast. Before Twilight could retort, Discord (now dressed in an odd black and red uniform with four pips on the collar) disappeared in a flash of light, leaving Twilight alone with her thoughts, an impending ion strike, and Discord’s final words before departing.

“See you when the second tiberium war kicks off, Princess.”
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Twilight was sprinting as fast as she could, using her magic to augment her abilities as she found her way back to her lab. The structural integrity of Temple Prime was already compromised by Havoc’s sabotage, but without their last line of defense from GDI’s ultimate weapon, it was only a matter of time before the whole damn thing came down on top of her. A contingent from her personal security was already working in the lab on asset denial, but it wasn’t until she was in the lift that she let herself take a moment to center herself.

That peaceful moment died as soon as the elevator door opened.

A carryall was already being prepared in her personal hangar, and the princess was now scrambling to get as much of the most important pieces of her work into travel cases while two Marked of Kane were moving her pride and joy. The circular, fully self-sufficient stasis chamber still had the hastily scrawled duct tape label on it, though the ink had faded in the months since it had been sealed.

“Be careful with her, if Kane does not survive this day, she will be the future of Nod.” Twilight ordered as her niece was carefully transported, “EVA, copy all files on Project NYX to my personal datapad and then purge every archive in Temple Prime. The rest of you, burn it all, leave nothing for the enemies of the Brotherhood.”

As one, the Marked who weren’t on moving details got to work using built-in weaponry to burn papers, destroy computers, and purge what few test subjects were left in the heart of Nod’s R&D division. As they got close to finishing their task, the power flickered and half of the ceiling came down in a tangle of rebar and wires that was only stopped by Twilight’s magic.

“Status!” Twilight shouted as she tossed the debris aside.

“Crystal Fury has fired her ion cannon at the Scrin walker and the Redeemer, impact with Temple Prime was collateral. Intercepted GDI communications indicate that they are planning to use an orbital ion strike on Temple Prime.” the AI responded, “GDI units are pulling back to minimum safe distance, ETA to ion strike, seven minutes.”
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Spike spat out a cracked tooth as he ripped off his gauntlets and unhooked himself from what was left of the Redeemer’s cockpit. The ion strike had ripped the massive walker’s main weapon off and slagged the two legs on the right side. Slavik considered himself lucky though, given the state of the Eradicator. After the sound beating that he had given the alien monstrosity, the ion blast was the final nail in the coffin.

Two legs and a cored husk of a body were all that was left of the Hexapod, and Spike considered it a saving grace that those GDI dogs prioritized it over him.

“LEGION, you there…?” he finally asked as he slid down what was left of the Brotherhood’s most powerful weapon, his spines tingling at the feeling of the odd, tiberium-colored sunlight on his scales.

“Barely, sir. Systems are down, I’m transferring what’s left of me to Twilie’s escape craft.” came a quick reply, though it was strained as if the processing power necessary to answer was painful.

“Send her my beacon, I’d rather not have to walk to get away from this disaster.”

“She said to hold on.”

“Hold-”
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“- on?”

“Spike, please help get Flurry Heart aboard.” Twilight said to the disoriented dragon. He was now standing in her hangar instead of on a blasted battlefield next to the building-sized wreckage of a mech.

“How did you… we’re inside the Temple, you can’t teleport inside Temple Prime.”

“Havoc disabled more than just the ion disruptors, all of our defenses are down. Now please, help get Flurry Heart situated so we can leave.” Twilight repeated, pointing to the carryall as she levitated another set of boxes towards the aircraft.

“Where’s Rarity?” Spike asked, causing Twilight to drop what she was levitating. Her reaction was all Spike needed to know the answer, but before he could shift into his monstrous form and destroy Temple Prime for GDI, Twilight gave a completely different answer.

“Humdrum Radiance Winter Wrap-Up.” she said. Before Spike could so much as utter another word, or transform into the raging monster that Twilight had fashioned him into, his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the ground unconscious.

“Starlight, get him aboard as well, carefully please... it’s time for us to leave.”
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Rose Shard was breaching all protocol by opening up the top hatch of her Mammoth and sticking the top half of her body out of it. She still had her helmet on, as well as the face mask necessary to pop seals in a yellow zone, but she wasn’t going to miss this show or let the monitors do the watching for her.

Nod was broken, and Chrysalis’ coup had been completely mopped up by GDI forces. Those who couldn’t be at Temple Prime were either still under siege by other GDI units, or were still busy fighting amongst themselves near the red zones. Alien activity died with that monstrous walker that had picked a fight with Nod’s trump card and even orbit was secure for now, which was why HIGHCOM was having an ion cannon position itself directly above the monument to Kane’s hubris.

It was usually suggested that all personnel wear the polarized goggles that came with their helmets when looking in the general direction of an ion strike, but Rose Shard’s eyes could handle it, a quirk she had found out the hard way soon after Celestia had granted her the gift of new sight.

“EVA, give me a countdown, I want to savor this.” Shard ordered, smiling under her breath-mask as the number 60 appeared on the top-left corner of her HUD and began counting down. GDI had managed to pull back to a safe distance for the most part, with many bunkering down in tanks and APCs or hitching rides on Hammerhead attack helicopters to get out of the blast zone. No one knew how this would go, but with disruptors no longer keeping GDI from bringing the hammer down, everyone was eager to find out.

At 30 seconds, the ground around Temple Prime began crackling with energy, with loose rubble, rocks, and even bodies beginning to float a few inches off the ground. Shortly after, eight beams of energy made impact with the ground and began carving into the earth as they spun around and closed in on their target. The low-power beams barely made a dent in the thick armor of Kane’s temple, even when they converged at the center of the structure, but shortly after they shut off, the final pulse came down as soon as Rose Shard’s HUD countdown hit zero.

Pure, blinding light filled the shattered battlefield, coming down at the center of Temple Prime and causing it to balloon almost comically as it seemingly tried to contain the blast. The effort was futile though, and moments after the final pulse had made contact with the ground, the temple exploded.

By the time the light faded and the smoke cleared, all that was left of Temple Prime was the foundation, a few support beams mangled beyond recognition, and a nuclear missile warhead down in the dirt, snapped in half at the engine.
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Zone Troopers of the famous Wolverine Battalion would have the prestigious honor of finding the only survivor of the Temple Prime Ion Strike. After days of sifting through wreckage and bodies, Corporal Silver Spoon managed to find a single diamond dog alive amongst the rubble and he was taken to a hospital immediately.

Officially, no one wearing a Nod uniform survived the orbital strike. No carryall escaped at the last minute with a heading that put it going over the North Luna Ocean. No Stealth Tanks were left unaccounted for, especially not the one belonging to General Zeek. No diamond dog survived to tell the tale of watching Kane in all his divine glory meet the blast of GDI’s dreaded Ion weapons with a smile on his face before disappearing in the blinding light, and Havoc was never a participant in the Battle of Temple Prime.

Unofficially, holdouts continued to revere Kane even after GDI broadcast that he was dead, though only a handful of them continued to fight, and at least three of them got to meet Havoc in person before disappearing off of Stalwart Shield’s tactical map.

Shortly after Temple Prime fell and Kane was killed, Ironsides succumbed to his old injuries. The day General Ironsides died would be credited as the day the Tiberium War ended and peace was finally restored in Equestria. This left Stalwart, as the highest ranking member of the military left besides Chuck, in command of all GDI forces on the planet, and he wasn’t going to take the job even under the threat of court martial.

The head of state was yet to be determined.

The reclamation of all overseas GDI holdings and member nations was a different matter entirely. Separated from the main continent, the member-states of Prance and Germaney had been unable to hold their frontlines and had been fighting a running war in their homefronts for months. Saddle Arabia in turn would also need to be retaken by force, its legitimate government having long fallen and the scorpion tail flying high over its own royal palace.

What few changelings had survived were rallying behind Thorax, who had miraculously managed to keep his head on his shoulders for the entire war. With the counsel of his brother as a guiding hoof, it was becoming apparent to both GDI and the Brotherhood that the Changelings were done fighting and would isolate themselves until the skirmishes finally died down. The gryphons on the other hand, were a different story depending on who you asked. Half of them wanted to avenge their fallen king who “heroically” hid and died in a bunker underneath Temple Prime as it was destroyed. The other half were tired and just wanted a place in the new regime they all saw on the green-tinged horizon.

Despite all of this, Stalwart Shield’s attention was focused almost solely on one pony. He had woken up a few hours after being treated for his injury during the Fall of Temple Prime. A close call with an Obelisk had almost cut her family line short.

“EVA, another update on my son, please.” the old mare requested.

“There will be some scarring, but he will reach a full recovery once his prosthetic is installed. Commander Mantis is keeping those who remained loyal to her and Hyperion during their defection in line, and they have made a camp of sorts just inside the walls of Baltimare. Many who have given up the fight are making similar settlements just inside the other Blue Zones that remain.”

“Make sure anyone willing to renounce Kane is welcomed back with open hooves, we’re not making Celestia’s mistake again.” Stalwart ordered with a slight sigh, “And start pulling as many of our troops back into the Blue Zones as possible, no need to risk somepony dying of infection with the war already over.”

“We might also want to make sure they get to work plowin’ fields if they’re gonna be living with us again.”

Stalwart looked up from her map to see Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and even Director Fluttershy standing in her doorway. All three mares looked exhausted, with Fluttershy looking worse than the Marine had ever seen the yellow pegasus before.

“I take it you have some friends left in the civilian world that can get a jump on that front?” Shield asked.

“I do, though I might be joinin’ em soon after… Nod’s gone, the holdouts are gone… it might be time for this old mare to retire.” Applejack added, “But not before we figure out who’s in charge of this clusterf-”

“Mess.” Fluttershy interjected, causing Rainbow Dash to roll her eyes, “We need to figure out who is in charge of this mess, Applejack.”

“How about you, Sky Admiral, looking to retire anytime soon?” Shield inquired.

“Maybe… the three of us are still coming to terms with… with Twilight, Rarity, and Pinkie dying.”

“Twilight is MIA, not KIA.” Fluttershy stated.

“Just because one carryall got away doesn’t mean it was hers, Flutters… and with no princesses, or even members of the royal family left alive to rule… though that might be a bit of a silver lining to this stormcloud. I don’t think anyone could imagine Blueblood being King of Equestria.” Dash replied.

“Why not give you three joint power? Even if the other half of the Element Bearers are no longer with us, the country still looks up to you.” the older mare said, but the reply she got was all three of the mares in front of her either shaking their heads or making a disgusted expression.

“Crowns aren’t aerodynamic.”

“I’m just a simple farmgirl.”

“Oh I… I couldn’t. ZOCOM was enough, we need… well what about you, general?” Fluttershy asked.

“This old gal is not politician material, I’m afraid, and given Chuck wouldn’t even take this post, I doubt we could convince him to trade his helmet for a crown… if we even keep the old system, that is.”

“You mean… not have a prince or princess in charge.” Dash said incredulously, “Like… a minister? Governor?”

“Not just yet. To be completely frank, I’ve been putting thorough thought into this since Chrysalis’ little coup made it apparent that we could actually win the war. I was thinking something that could mix the old and the new, something that will make sure none of the survivors of this war feel alienated to the point of reviving the Brotherhood ever again.” Stalwart told the collected Element Bearers, only for Applejack to ask what was on everypony’s mind.

“Do you have a candidate in mind?”
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“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” Rose Shard deadpanned, “I am not running for… for public office of all things. Even if I did, my place is helping the surviving crystal ponies find a new place to live, getting them help, making sure all of the POWs have been brought home… I can’t run a country.”

Shard was still in the middle of packing her things when the call came in, and the last thing she expected to see was the entirety of GDI’s surviving High Command staring back at her. Admiral Carc had taken over the Navy, Rainbow Dash was still holding her position with the Air Force, General Stampede had been granted his fifth star and command of the Army, and despite acting as Supreme Commander for the time being, Stalwart Shield still held her status as Commandant of the Marine Corps. Rose on the other hand was wearing civilian clothing with all of her uniforms already neatly folded, sealed, and stowed for her impending trip.

“Rose, just give it some thought at least.” Applejack said, “Please, your unit is already being dismantled to shore up other units at your request, and you put in for resignation two days ago.”

“Yes, resignation, so I can retire from running the lives of tens of thousands of ponies and instead help the few hundred Crystal Kingdom survivors. I’m not resigning so I can take on an even bigger responsibility. I got saddled with a division because everyone else in front of me died or defected, not because I was gunning for it. Why not you or one of the other Elements of Harmony? Why not your brother? Why not any of you?”

“We’re not retiring just yet.” Stampede answered, “And High Command has already made a decision about our role to play in whatever government succeeds the old one. We can’t have our head of state be active military. Distrust is still running rampant and tensions are high, last thing we need is for someone with stars on their collar to put a crown on their head and tell Nod’s survivors to bow.”

“I don’t know Chuck, you’d look good in a tiara.” Rose teased.

“We haven’t found one that matches my eyes.” he quipped back, “I also don’t feel like I have the flank to pull off the ornamentation that usually comes with the position, not with how the sun makes things look these days.”

“Why me? I’m a footnote in the action reports of the war, I have no royal connections, my own kingdom is still irradiated, and half of what I’ve done is still classified courtesy of ICB.” Shard asked, only for a long and rather awkward silence to follow.

“To be completely blunt? You being an earth pony is part of it. Stigma against unicorns is at an all-time high right now, and for good reason.” Fancy Pants finally answered, “More earth ponies died at the orders of unicorns and pegasi during the war than during the entirety of pony history before Equestria was founded… having a pegasus or unicorn on the throne will just send a message that nothing has changed.”

“There’s a reason everypony called it the Equestria Civil War in the first months of the conflict, Rose, and now we have a chance to make sure that something like this never happens again.” Fluttershy said quietly. “You don’t have to accept, you might not even win the election if you do. But out of all the hundreds of officers resigning now that the war is over, you’re our first choice. You’re who we think has the best chance of winning.”

“Wait so I’m not even taking the job? I’m just… campaigning for the job?”

“Voter turnout at Equestria’s first ever Royal Election is expected to be upwards of 70% of the adult population.” Fancy Pants added, “So far only two candidates have put in their bids for the office, both of them unicorns with ties to whatever’s left of Canterlot’s old high society, and I know full well what your feelings are about taking orders from unicorns again.”

“You’re an ass, Enigma.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”
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Ten Years Later….

A large earth pony stallion strode forward through marble halls. His right eye was an obvious prosthetic, and the scarring on the right side of his face gave away exactly what caused this injury. The irony of this pony in particular having a wound from a Brotherhood of Nod laser wasn’t lost on him or his wife.

Despite this, the stallion used this disfigurement to his advantage, and his presence was felt by any and all in his path, guards included. He still didn’t like being in Canterlot, even if he was the GDI Marine branch commander. The caste system of the past was gone but not forgotten, and even with the planet’s decimated unicorn population no longer being held as near-royalty, he was still viewed as second-class by entire swathes of the Canterlot population. His past was the main reason for that, and while he couldn’t blame them, he was hardly the only GDI officer that used to fight with a scorpion tail on his shoulder.

Kane had never resurfaced despite his more avid believers saying his return was imminent, tiberium’s threat to the planet was ever present but mostly contained, and GDI was no longer suffering under the rule of an increasingly unhinged royal alicorn. With Nod all but destroyed at the end of the Tiberium War and the Scrin threat still nagging at the back of everyone’s minds, it only made sense for such a renowned military mind to put himself to good use with the only unified faction left on the planet.

“General, good to see you here.” another stallion stated, interrupting his thoughts. Yellow fur, iconic scarring, and a silver eagle on his collar.

“Colonel Jet Deck… I didn’t expect to see you here. How’s the missus?”

“In good health and still running new ZT boots around like chickens on the farm.” the Zone Trooper responded, smiling at his former foe, “Though I imagine that with a meeting like this, Apple Bloom will be back on the front with me before long.”

“The Queen called you in too?”

“Sky Admiral Scootaloo and General Hook are also in attendance, Fleet Admiral Carc too.” Jet replied, his smile fading into a more serious expression, “She doesn’t call us all in for nothing, though…. something big has to be happening.”

“I got the same read… guards seem a bit more on edge than usual, and that’s not just because a former Noddie is running around with a sweeping eagle…” the larger earth pony replied, chuckling slightly before gesturing towards the large double doors down the hall. With a simple nod, both stallions made their way to them and gave the proper return salutes to the guards who opened the massive doors for them.

Inside the throne room was a collection of GDI officers surrounding a familiar table. Faint green sunlight continued to filter in through the stained glass windows, though all of them had been replaced after the war with heroes of GDI’s stalwart defense of Equestria, and even a few commemorating valor displayed by those in the Brotherhood. No longer were the Royal Sisters immortalized in the capitol outside of libraries, and the surviving Elements of Harmony had requested that their contributions before the war to be reserved only for books as well.

In contrast with the pristine condition of the windows, the throne, and even the floor, the officers and the table they sat at all had their fair share of scars from the war. This included an earth pony seated at the head of it wearing a small headdress and the silver ornamentation of Equestria’s queen. She had scarring around her eyes, and the fact that she was serving her third consecutive term as queen was hardly the most interesting thing about Queen Rose Shard. Upon entering the room, the queen took immediate notice of Jet Deck and the stallion accompanying him, smiling slightly as she greeted the maroon-colored earth pony.

“General Hyperion Shield… it’s been too long. Please, take a seat and we can begin.”

Author's Notes:

In March of 2015, I asked my friend "What would it be like to see tiberium on Equestria?"

With an answer of "Only if we make Kane be Discord", we set out on a project bred of boredom and a want to deconstruct a world we hold dear. 4 years later, here we are at the end of it all. It has been an insane journey, and while we never expected anyone to enjoy our story, the fact that even one person besides our writing team liked it is one of the best rewards we could have hoped for while making this passion project born purely of boredom on a guard tower in the middle east.

We at the Green Sun Team just want to say thank you to everyone who stuck with us, and while we don't have any immediate plans to write up Green Sun 2: Electric Boogaloo, if we do decide to drive ourselves insane with another multi-year, 100,000+ word project, we hope to see y'all in the next adventure.

Peace through power you magnificent bastards, and remember, KANE LIVES!