Darth Various took a step back, seeing the scene before him now. He was no longer facing off with those reanimated Night Lords, but something far worse. Before him, were combatants from every story within the Black Knight’s Library! Some he never even heard up, like the Wraithknight decimating his walkers alongside Umbra Equitis or the strange Tau Commander flying about and using both his Buster Cannon and Fusion Blaster to decimate his forces. There was even a Riptide giving support fire with a Defiler, armed with an Autocannon and Missile Pod, hitting their rear forces! Then, there were the leaders within their ranks… Such as the Chaos Space Marine Leaders and the Deathwatch warriors just wading through his ranks, like a hot knife through butter. However, there was something strange… He has yet to see the Sangheili or Custodes.

“My lord, what shall we do?” A commander asked, as a group of Acolytes walked up to Darth Various. “Our forces are being pushed back by their reinforcements, and it won’t be long before those Night Lords are resupplied by the arriving force.”

Darth Various thought for a moment, there is still a chance for him to win this battle right now… This involved him either capturing Silver Star now, or summoning his final weapon on to the battlefield. One option was right in front of him, but he requires a decent distraction to do so. A sly smirk appeared on his lips, before turning to the commanders. “Prepare the Battle Station. If my next plan does not work, then we shall resort to using it.” The group gave a salute, and an echoed ‘yes sir!’ before rushing off. Before a Terran Marine Officer could leave, the Sith quickly stopped him. “Wait… Have a Viking Wing target Silver Star and her little… Daemon Engine there. I also want a full distraction for my approach.” The officer gave another salute, before rushing off.

Once they were off to handle the orders given, Darth Various waited until a full advance was in play. He nodded to his Acolytes, and charged forward! The Sith didn’t want to field the Battle Station just yet; it is far too early… But, with the arrival of those new Walkers and War Machines, he needs to find some way to defeat them. Demoralization was his best option, which means he needs to either capture Silver Star… Or kill her. The former being the best option, but he’ll resort to the latter if things get too dangerous for himself.

Zarrix held his Lightning Claws up, and began to open fire upon their advancing foe! Xeron kept himself within the trench, his back being far too burned for him to even do anything. “Seems… We were very lucky today, Warsmith.” The Night Raptor said, resting against the dirt constructed entrenchment. “I thank you again, for this.”

“Nonsense, Brother… We’re family, and family protect their own.” Zarrix narrowed his eyes, before unleashing the full fury of both wrist mounted stormbolters! Effectively cutting down an advancing group of Stormtroopers. “Now, you best rest before gold boy shows up… You’re going to need every bit of energy.”

Xeron became confused, tilting his head and now finding the time to ask. “Warsmith, you speak as if we’re of the same Legion… I must ask, why? At best, we are cousins.”

That caused the Warsmith to laugh a bit, leaning back down into the trench and reload his weapons. “You don’t know much, do you?” Zarrix asked, shaking his head at his own question. “Well, I would not expect you to, really. After all, you haven’t finished your story yet.” His response confused Xeron even further, before the Terminator Lord shook his head. “Do not question it, brother… We are family, just accept that and the headache of it all will come later. Until then.” Out of nowhere, Zarrix threw himself up and fired his stormbolter! This effectively killed a Terran Marine trying to invade their trench. “We have a battle to finish!”

Xeron nodded, leaning more on to the trench to get the rest suggested. With their timely arrival, the Night Lords and Royal Guards were able to gain a respite from combat for now. But, the roar of a motorcycle caught his attention, just as Lightning Hon road up. “My Warsmith! Haha, I cannot tell you how radical it is to see you fighting with such awesome vigor!” The Chaos Biker said, sitting within the trench.

“Ah, Hon, I wondered what happened to you.” Zarrix said, looking over the trench. “Anything to report to me, from your recon?”

“Yes, sir.” Lightning Hon quickly joined up with the Terminator Lord, readying his chainsword. “Their guys are forming up for another massive attack, probably trying to break our second wind… Though, their commander is absent.”

That caused Zarrix to raise an eyebrow, looking back down at the Chaos Biker. “What do you mean, he’s absent?”

“Gone, Warsmith… Disappeared, not where he was at.” Lightning Hon admitted, looking up at the Warsmith. “I was about to do a few rounds, to see if I can spot him while helping cut some of these wannabes down a size or two.”

Zarrix gave a nod, placing a lighting clawed hand on to the Chaos Biker’s shoulder. “Go, then… Try and keep an eye on him.” The Warsmith fired another volley over the trench, his eyes narrowing. “I have a bad feeling about him, he seems like a crafty one, and I get the sense he hasn’t played his full hand just yet.”

“Yes, my Warsmith!” Lightning Hon saluted, before hopping on to his bike, quickly riding off… However, Xeron noticed he suddenly stopped, looking towards their rear. Out of nowhere, the Biker suddenly floored his bike at full speed! He didn’t know, but something caught the Chaos Biker’s eye, and it made him panic enough to push the Chaos Bike to its max speed.

The Havocs, Walkers, Riptide, and Fluffy; kept their heavy bombardment on their advancing foes. They could not let up, and each knew that their fire must be either intersecting or right on top of each other. When the Riptide and Defiler showed up, their chance of suppression increased dramatically, but they still had a long way to go. Despite this, they were not giving up their position as Heavy Support, and kept it up. The Riptide did its best to wield his Heavy Burst Cannon and decimate the Stormtroopers, anti-personnel rockets firing from his jump pack. The Defiler focused more on the Terran Marines and AT-STs, its own fire power unloading on to the heavier targets, giant claws helping it support itself when firing the main cannon at a AT-AT.

Galaxia smiled, riding on Fluffy’s armored back. She could see, from her point of view, the Heavy Support were really making a difference on the battlefield… And with Fluffy acting as Anti-Air, they would not be having much trouble out of those Vikings and Tie Fighters.

But, he sounds of multiple boasters roaring at full speed, caught her attention. This forced the alicorn filly to look up, and to the left, her eyes going wide after noticing eight Vikings roaring towards them at full speed! Quickly, Galaxia tapped on Fluffy’s armored head. “Fluffy! Ten o’clock high! They’re coming in for an attack run!” She shouted, the monstrous Daemon Engine quickly turning itself, and aiming both Hades Pattern Cannons. Once locked on, the Forgefiend open fired on the advancing fighters! Its barrels spinning nonstop, their ends heating up quickly, while volley after volley soared into the skies. But it wasn’t enough.

The Vikings were moving far too fast, Fluffy only able to take out three of them. The very moment they were in firing range, the remaining five Viking Fighter Craft launched a volley of missiles! However, they were not aiming at the other heavy support weapons, but only at Fluffy himself. The Forgefiend saw this, knowing Galaxia was on his back, and began to target he missiles instead! His roar echoed around the Cavern’s entrance, using his Ectoplasm Cannon Mouth to try and help taking out those deadly projectiles.

Their speed and numbers made such an attempt impossible, and Fluffy knew what he had to do now. Without hesitation, the Forgefiend actually bucked Galaxia off of his back and sent her off to the side just before the missiles struck! While she slid to safety, he was sent straight back into the rocky wall, armor torn apart and body leaky life fluid. “Fluffy!” Galaxia screamed, sprinting towards the fallen Daemon Engine, making sure he was alright… Finding that, despite the severe injuries inflicted on to his armored body, the Forgefiend was still alive, but out of commission from the fight. “Come on, big guy. We need to get you out of here, and-?”

“You aren’t going anywhere, brat.” Galaxia turned, seeing Darth Various quickly cut down a Royal Guard unicorn and a Night Lord Havoc trying to intercept him. “I don’t have time to capture you, those bastards saw me actually approaching your position… And I doubt that monster will be dazed for very long.” The Sith prepared one of his lightsabers, holding the crimson blade up straight. “Guess my only option to demoralize them… Is to kill you!” With that, the Sith lunged forward.

Galaxia’s eyes went wide, before she screamed… But a large shadow suddenly threw itself between her and the Sith!

Now, the filly looked up, her wide eyes tearing up, as Darth Various’ light saber had been stopped right in front of her… What had caused it, being the Iron Warrior Chaos Biker now facing her, his entire body braced with the light saber stabbed through his chest. “H-Hon?” She stuttered, looking up at the T-Shaped visor of Lighting Hon’s helmet.

The Iron Warrior’s body shook, as he looked down at the red energy blade stuck in his chest. He gave a slight chuckle, before looking at Galaxia. “T-Talk about… A m-major buzzk-kill, am I-I right, sis?” He chuckled, weakly.

His entire body became engulfed with a bright light, the Iron Warrior breaking and shattering apart! Pieces of him being reduced to nothing but glistening sparkles of light. “HON!!!!” Galaxia screamed, reaching a hoof towards the disappearing Biker.

“L-Later, G-Gally…” Those were Lightning Hon’s last words, before he disappeared and a single Iron Warriors Chaos Biker Model fell to the ground.

The filly stepped towards the model, to recover it, but backed away when Darth Various appeared right behind it. “A pathetic attempt… Not worthy of the title ‘Iron Warrior’.”

The Sith had his foot hover over the model, the filly realizing what he’s about to do. “No, don’t do-!” She managed to scream, before watching Darth Various stomp on the model, effectively shattering it to several small pieces.

Galaxia’s hooves dropped, staring at the model’s broken remains, Darth Various cackling at her broken reaction. “That look is perfect for you, little one! Ahahahaha! It is truly suiting!” He shouted, pointing his light saber at her.

Before he could say another word, Darth Various was hit by a blast of white magic! Actually sending him flying back. “HOW DARE YOU!?!?” Galaxia screeched, causing the nearby heavy support units to stop and realize what had happened, glaring daggers at the Sith. “How dare you kill Hon; after everything you have already ruined! First, you killed my daddy!” She stepped forward, fury within each hoofstep. “Then, you invade his story, wanting to kill everypony just because you didn’t like what daddy did!” Her eyes were flaring, tears running down her cheeks. “Now, you killed Big Brother Hon, who saved me, and decided to break his model!!! Now he can’t. Ever. Come. BACK!”

At the last word, her magic actually cracked the ground beneath her, almost like the full force of her magic put too much pressure on it. A single thought appeared within the Sith’s mind, as he backed away from said angry filly. “I may have… Made a huge error in judgement.”

The filly was actually hyperventilating, due to how much anger had been built up inside of her small body. “I am tired of having to sit on the sidelines, watching everypony else take on threats without me! Having to rely on other ponies to fight battles for me!” She yelled, the amount of magic starting to create even more cracks within the stone.

But the filly didn’t know exactly how she is going to actually help without Fluffy. Galaxia didn’t have the power to beat a Sith, who was obviously stronger than her. Right now, she was wishing her father had-?
POOF!
The filly looked to her right, after hearing said strange sound, and saw a familiar white notebook floating next to her… Being held by some flickering shadow aura. Using her own magic, she pulled it towards herself, and opened the notebook. “Principality of Equestria?” She muttered, before her eyes went wide. “This is the new story daddy was working on!” She read further into the book, not familiar with the hero her father made for this story.

Darth Various raised an eyebrow, preparing for a fight. “What? Going to summon a new ‘brother’ to save you? Please, I can beat anything you can call upon!”

Galaxia lowered the notebook down, having read the character description grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, I don’t know about that, stupid head!”

“Stupid head?” Darth Various was obviously disarmed by the childish insult.

But his eyes went wide, as Galaxia’s own suddenly glowed with light, her horn gaining the same glow. Slowly, the filly floated up and became encased in a blinding light. Her body began to morph into a more human-like version, her legs growing somewhat longer, the hooves on her forehooves turning into hands… Her young body being incased within a gray pilot’s suit, and a helmet appearing over her head.

When the light disappeared, and they all saw an Anthromorphic Galaxia, many were speechless. “You’re wearing a gray Zeon Pilot’s suit, so what? You can’t possibly think that’ll help you.”

“That isn’t all I did, Darth Various!” Galaxia’s voice had a metallic tone to it, due to the helmet, while her wings gave careful flaps… Keeping her suspended in the air, as she looked down.

Darth Various followed her gaze. “Come on, stop playing around, and-what is that?”

A massive circle of light appeared where the cracks had been. Slowly, and terrifyingly, a single light blue fin started to rise from the ground, followed by an all too familiar matching one eyed head, then an armored body. As the new combatant rose from the ground, Galaxia soon found herself standing upon his massive shoulder. Soon, he stood fall taller than even Umbra Equitis and the Wraithknight, sword in hand, a gatling gun attached to his left hand’s shield.

The Sith stepped back, seeing the war machine standing before him. “A-A-A G-Gouf Custom!?”

“And he isn’t just any Gouf Custom, either!” She looked towards the Mobile Suit’s head. “Awaken, Reaper!”

The Gouf Custom’s single eye suddenly turned on, before shifting around and quickly finding Galaxia, his large head slightly moving towards her. “Little Galaxia? You look different…” The mobile suit stabbed his sword into the ground, and lifted his large hand up to her… Allowing the Anthro Filly to fly down to it. “No matter, I know why I have been summoned… All systems are green, awaiting your orders, little sister.”

His cockpit opened up, allowing Galaxia to leapt in and take control, the doors shutting once she was safely inside. “Great to hear! Let’s teach this bad guy a lesson, Big Brother Reaper!”

The Gouf Custom quickly grabbed his sword, red eye flashing brightly for a second, and took a combat stance with said heat blade. “Affirmative. Reaper, Deploying!” The Mobile Suit lifting a foot up, and attempting to actually stomp on Darth Various!

Said Sith leapt back, far enough away to avoid such a massive foot’s fall, and activated his comm-link. “Commander! We’re going to need the Battle Station, like… NOW!” He yelled, retreating back to behind his battle lines.