It was almost a century ago that humanity in its had reached out past Sol-3 Earth, and moved to the stars. Earth had become over populated, billions of people all crammed together. World war three had destroyed most of the planet so we spread out and founded a few planets and moons that could be used for life.

The worlds were mostly spread out over 90 light years and numbered 70 colonies. Many of them were unfit for life so we began to terraform them a process that would take decades. Out of the ashes of WW3 four nations arose, the NAC the North American Commonwealth, The SRA the Sino-Russian alliance, NE Nordic empire, and the UAF United African Federation. Out of those four only two nations made it out of Sol to expand, only two nations with the resources and military might to colonize and defend them, the NAC and SRA.

While life on the homeworld was hard for those not lucky enough to live on the outskirts of the public residence clusters or PRCs. Where food is handed out in BNA rations that are just enough calories to get you through the day. In the PRCs the water is allegedly recycled human piss, and the food tasted like ground up feet and assholes. Apparently the people who designed them wanted to make them as unpalatable as possible so that you wouldn't eat all of your week's food in a day but it was widely accepted that there was honestly no way to make BNA rations taste good.

Once a month, they would hand out Commissary vouchers from the security of a concrete box on a lottery basis, worth 100 Commonwealth dollars anywhere that accepts them, and the ultimate prize was the hope of getting a spot on a colony ship to leave the homeworld and into the colonies. But forget what you see in network shows and movies, her grandmother said it takes decades to terraform a planet and make it habitable for human population. However, her Grandmother had also told her that there was another race that was at war with humanity that we call Lankys

The avarage Lankys are at least 60 to 80 feet tall, possessed hyper advanced technology, were aggressive and hard to kill. Before the NAC lost contact with Camelot the big bastards had pushed us back and were beating us so badly that most of the colonies held by the only two nations to achieve interstellar space travel, the NAC and SRA, were either lost to the Lankys or cut off from Earth and communication. The big bastards would show up in orbit in their seed ships and nerve gas the surface to get rid of the humans before smashing the human terraformers and sending down their own terraforming stations.

Massive spires that would turn decades careful human terraforming into a cloudy perpetually rainy soup heavy on CO2 and light on oxygen in a few weeks. Meaning that anybody lucky enough to survive the Nerve gas would either suffocate in a few weeks after the Lankys sent down there terraformers or, and this was sometimes the better option, would be crushed when the Lankies destroyed the terraformers.

The NAC and SRA fleets tried to fight them but the Lankie ships were so massive and armored that the biggest, and best nukes, and salvos of railgun fire in either fleet would do nothing but smear the black carapace of the lankie’s ships. Before the massive Lankie Seed ships that measured 2 miles in length, 900 meters in width, and 600 meters in hight. Hulking juggernauts that dwarfed anything either the SRA or NAC fleets possessed. They would closed the distance and tear the offending fleet to scrap with penetrator rods. Big spikes that the Lankies would fire from their ships about a one to three meters long and about a meter thick, that could tear through the armor plating of any human ship.

On the ground, it wasn't much better but at least the men and women on the ground could fight back. However, any Marine garrison not issued the anti-Lankie weapons or heavy vehicles and air support might as well just be throwing stones at the massive Lankys. The weapons they were issued were designed to deal with human targets and human threats, but her grandmother who had served in the Marines before her retirement and subsequent colony lottery win said trying to kill a Lankie with an M66 would be like trying to kill an elephant with a nail file.

You might do it but it will probably kill you for being a nuisance before you can do anything worthwhile. Even if you did have the best gear all the Lankies had to do was wait for you to run out of ammunition or fuel and they could just lumber up and smash you with no effort. That was almost 60 years ago and her mother was a teenager when they lost contact with Sol.

The only reason that this planet wasn't able to put up more of a fight when the Equestrians arrived was due to a stroke of outrages, luck on their part, or bad luck on the part of the humans. About two weeks before the UEC arrived, a Lankie siege ship arrived in orbit and dropped a seed pod to begin terraforming the planet.

When the seed pod set down the marine garrison instantly went on the attack knowing they were not equipped to fight the Lankies, and were promptly smacked down before the Lankies began destroying our terraformers along with and the garrison. However almost a week later, when the marines that survived the slaughter at the seed pod finished moving the colonists into the bunkers, the Lankies pulled, out, taking their seed pod with them and leaving only one remaining intact terraformer and the insignificant humans behind to suffocate.

A week later, the planet was still somewhat suitable for Humans, however the colony was razed to the ground and the military base destroyed. The Marines ammo was spent on a stray lankie what was left behind and then the UEC showed up in orbit, and upon seeing how sorry the colonists lived in, they saw it necessary to "help" them.

With almost no ammunition, the marines were in no shape to stop the Equestrians from gathering up Humans and shipping them off planet to lives of servitude. However that didn't mean that they did not put up a fight and soon after the first year, a very violent, but low yield guerrilla war began and still goes on in the shadows. Over the years, the idea of the homeworld has become a fairy tail.

"Sarah Orialy, you stand before me charged with assault, sedition, attempting to flee, disobedience to your owner, and rebellion. What is it you did at that human structure?" A hologram of a white equine mammal said to a woman chained to the floor.

"Go fuck a Lanky you Bitch." Sarah said earning a yank from her owner.

"So what were you doing at, what you Humans call it, a terraformer?" the white equine asked.

"None of your business. You and your kind will get yours one day," Sarah said defiantly..

"Your race is confined to this planet and hasn't even been able to leave your celestial system. You are backward and primitive, you are lucky we found you when we did and took pity on you and allowed you to serve us. But what confuses me is that you tried to start a rebellion knowing that your race is too submissive and cowardly to fight back..."

Yeah, you keep telling yourself that bitch, once The NAC gets here you'll see who's submissive and cowardly. Sarah thought to herself as the monarch droned on and on.

"...That being said I can not allow this crime to go unpunished. I, Princess Celestia of the Unified Equestrian Conclave, sentence you to permanent death. There will be no resurection, and your death will be a warning to the rest of the rebellion throughout the conclave. Your kind will submit to your nature and serve us," she said with a smug smile before the hologram emitter shut down.

When the light dimmed down the guards stepped up and paraded her through the crowds of various species that originally came from what she learned was called Eques. She met the eyes of other Humans many of which looked sorrowful, but the others looked on in respect as they stood next to their owners. These stupid content creatures actually believed that Camelot was Humanity's homeworld. A mistake that hopefully would be their undoing.

As she was tied to the firing post as she looked into the night sky in the direction of Sol and smiled sadly. She, unlike most of the other Humans in Camelot, knew what the homeworld was like because she had heard stories from her grandmother about Earth, the birthplace of Humanity, the most closely guarded secret of this planet. Unlike the others who believe Earth is a paradise where Humans live free, on a planet just as lush and green as this.

They think that Earth is a planet with no worries, open spaces, and plenty of food. In truth she and the ever dwindling percentage of the Humans in the UEC who can proudly say that their grandparents had actually seen Earth. It was, in fact, nothing like this planet. Camelot and Eques were caring, forgiving, and full of life. Earth was not and if you didn't respect it, the homeworld would chew you up and spit you out.

Only the strong survived but that didn't mean all Humans were barbarous savages, but it did mean humans were territorial, fiercely tribal, and dangerously aggressive. Despite this, we were able to spread out of our Solar System and come out as far as 40 Light years However, like always humanity still found a way to kill each other for stupid reasons.

She still looked up and spared a glancing look at the other humans in the crowd who were doing the same thing. She was looking to Sol and hoping that their message was received. Her sacrifice will not be in vain, and that Humanity was still there. She smiled as the Pony in charge of this colony, Mayor Mare ordered the Constables into positions.

"Ready!.. AIM!" the Ponies on the firing line raised and leveled their archaic weapons, old guns reminiscent of an ancient M4 that would have been in use during the 20th century on Earth and would be in a museum by the time her grandmother was a child.

She kept looking up in hope for the future. She knew that the leaders of the UEC actually believed that they can kill an idea. After all, humans are survivors and there was no doubt in her mind that when the Lankies got to Earth, they learned just how much of a bad idea it is to back humans into a corner when we have nothing left to lose.

"Fire!" The last thing she heard were the popping reports of the Constables’ rifles before her world went dark.