(Miiora)

The klaxon blares as we ready ourselves, she checks the chamber of her M-99 LHO rifle before aiming at the simulated target along with the other members of the ninth. The green targeting lasers of our weapons blinks as our armor computer syncs with our weapons. Swinging the rifle around I do the same with my PDW.

“Leave it to the UEC to try to run a away at the first sign of a fight.” One of the marines says from my left.

“....On that note! Any and all UEC personnel you see attempting to flee, engage us, or take advantage of the attack in any way are to be shot on sight. We aid the Helghast, wherever we can. Let's move people!” Fick says over the platoon chanel before coming over Trombley and her squad channel.

“You two are with me and Perkins, since your team leader isn't here.”

“Yes sir.” Trombley says. As the ninth moves forward around me, I can see SRA marines in their ugly angular brown battle armor, their commanding officer shouting something in their strange language. The UAF in their strange light armor hefting their rifles and charging forward.

The white skull like faceplates of the africans battle armor helmets gleam in the light, the eyes shining an ominous blue. Two red Siafu mechs my dear one had called them, rise from their haunches with open cockpits and slide forward with a tire squeal hefting auto cannons. The NE marines with their sleek silver almost feminine battle armor rally to another side.

Cheating rises from the rear of the large crowd of marines and soldiers. From the rear a group of twenty crimson armored soldiers. Helldivers the NAC’s elite special forces sprint forward flechette rifles clutched in their hands, HEBA bug suit’s shimmering. They continue on their path for a few seconds before the leader activates his jetpack and rockets into the stations skyline, before being followed by the other nineteen. We watch them as they fly towards the stations axis before they shimmer out of existence.existence Their armor’s optical camouflage activating as the jump becomes a fall towards the stations opposite side.

Since being with the humans I've seen many wonders that made me question if they have magic or not. I've watched their advancements, trained in places that no longer existed, yet there they were as real to my senses as anything else. Soon as we near the exit I see seven black armored figures walking up from behind us.

And looking at the armor I was reminded of these advances. It seemed to fit like a second skin instead of the plates of armor we all wear. The protection covering their entire body, making them seem vibrant in their own right. It was slightly larger than themselves, all of them possessing some kind of rotary weapon in their right arms. Despite that the armor's size it obviously allowed them a freedom of movement nothing the Equestrians could ever hope to replicate.

The way they seemed to dance across the ground a sense of barely restrained power emanating from them, makes me think of a racing ship on the starting line. On their backs a smaller version of the L-blade hangs on there swivel mounts. And on their lower backs four nozzles protrude from packs attached attached to the amor. The faces of them men inside are set I can see my Dear one Avery Fallon amongst them his scent distinct even inside of the amor.

Our eyes meet as he passes and a smile flashes across his lips. A smile that says so much but is over in a moment. His visor darkens as a line draws itself down over his face, replacing the clear visor with a metallic black surface. I watch the male I care for begin running forward with the other MOTHs before their jump jets fire and they launch themselves into a building. She worries for her Dear one before a sound resonates from the last known positions of the MOTHs.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!

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(Fallon)

We made it maybe a few blocks from the base when we ran into our first UEC troops. Two Unicorns attempting to take advantage of the situation and raping a Helghast woman. After a short burst from Bender’s flechette gatling, their bodies slowly drift towards the deck surrounded by a cloud of blood. The woman in turn looked up at her saviors and promptly screamed before running away.

‘Iceman, fire breather behind you.’ Face Hopper’s voice comes over the tac link. We have been walking through any UEC resistance since we left, their rifles and shotguns doing nothing but scratching the paint of our armor. We advance by leapfrog one group of four moving forward and the second watching the first ones back, before the second moves covered by the first. This, however, leaves the ones watching the first vulnerable before they begin moving.

Turning I feel a weight slam into me, and see a dragon staggering back no doubt expecting the human to move under his bulk. Instead I backhand him across the face, the result is immediate the entire side of his face crumples under the power armor’s gauntlet and he dies. I turn to see Big dog straddling a changeling that had tried the same thing. The man is using his power armored bulk to pin the female changeling down and beat her to death with fists of steel and ceramic.

Another UEC trooper this time I believe they call them earth ponies tries his luck and kicks me in the chest. This time I have actually staggered back from the blow, my armor reporting no damage but my bell is rung. So when the pony attempts to rush me I knee him in the stomach and roll him over my shoulder. Now prostrate on the ground I elbow him in the muzzle which yields to my strength and the metal of my armor. He screams his eyes widen hands grasping his shattered face before I kneel down on top of him pinning him with my knee and he stares down the barrels of my flechette Gatling before I kill him.

“Let's move, on the bounce.” I receive acknowledgments from Big Dog, Hijack, Rage, and Amp, before as one we activate our jump jets and rocket towards the next position.

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(Trombley)

Sis moves beside me the armor’s different plates making her click and shift as she crouches down. The tip of her tail hovers centimeters off of the deck as we near an intersection. Miiora turns her head and flashes the LT a hand signal before he orders two privates ahead. They slide up to the corner on their knees before using their rifles to peek around.

For a few seconds, they converse on another channel before giving us the all clear. One of the Africans Siafu mechs slides forward with the only sound a soft whir being that of the mechs electric motor. The mesh covers our advance the African machine is probably old as dirt but right now I am just glad to have this thing here. Then the station shakes like an angry god just bitch slapped it, and we all go sprawling to the ground.

At first, I think the sound of gunfire is coming from us, but the sharp reports don't match, and i hear the distinctive sound of the Siafu’s auto cannon firing. Looking to my left I can see Miiora looking like she is lying on her back before her PDW barks its hoarse report. Rolling to my feet I use my helmets heads up display to zoom in on the distant muzzle flashes. There coming from the axis in the middle of the stations spin I can see a full squad of UEC troopers.

“Michael Trombley get your saw up.” sis yells at me using her tail to slide the weapon to me.

“Finally I get to shoot some mother fuckers.” Taking the weapon I level and sight in before firing a burst of flechettes towards the UEC troops suppressing them, forcing them to keep their heads down.

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(Rarity)

A human tries to rush my position, foolish. Using magic, something these uncultured savages lack, I effortlessly lift the NAC trooper into the air I repeatedly slam him into a nearby wall until he goes boneless and limp. This entire campaign might have been a lost before it really began thanks to those tartarus damned aliens. But with celestia as my witness I will not go back without something to show for it and I have just the thing.

Having passed one of the human’s many strange war machines on the way here I have just the thing. So ordering a third of my troops to distract the humans I snuck into the humans base using one of twilights invisibility spells. However now that I am inside I appear to have become visible to the humans, no doubt their armor’s sensors telling them of my presence. Behind me my Diamond dog escorts beat another of the humans compatriots to death.

Galloping forward towards the next ally in the humans base I have to hold in the shadows to allow a human squad to sprint by. Using my pocket mirror I glance around the corner, satisfied that I will not be spotted my escorts and I sprint to the next ally. As we enter some sort of loading dock an old bread changeling in an NAC uniform spotts me. Our eyes lock and look of fear flashes across his muzzle, good the beastly creature should feel fear when seeing a better. She raises her weapon and I shoot her in the head.

Using my magic I force the loading bay door open under the influence of the invisibility spell and am met with a squad of the strange dark skinned sleeveless soldiers. Their eyes flash and they raise their weapons towards me, and with a glow of my horn I send them flying backwards their bodies slamming into the far wall marked with the letters UAF.

As I continue forward I hear movement and see one of the humans I had thought dead picking himself up from the ground. Charging my horn I hear another human to my left, they have me sandwiched between them. Turning quickly following the sounds of gunfire I see my Diamond dogs engaged with more of these strangely armored humans.

“Horse apples.”

Using my sidearm I turn and empty the suppressed weapons small magazine into one of the humans, orbs of white blood spew from his chest as he staggers back. A final bullet to the head sends him drifting to the ground. The second human lets out a raur and I turn just in time to sidestep his charge. The dark skinned human says something in a language i don't understand before pulling the knife on his chest webbing.

“I don't have time for this.” again using my magic I simply lift him in a telekinetic grip and crush him in the air, using more magic to keep the blood and awful off of my coat and mane I continue forward. One of the changelings I talked too said that the UAF keeps the blueprints downloaded in a database somewhere in this building.

“Now if I was a human, where would I keep it?”

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(Charlotte)

The Unicorn stallion whimpers as he lay on the floor. I glare at him, holding the top of my suit closed with my arm. Luckily the suit was replaceable, but a gungnir pilot such as myself am not. I kick him hard in the ribs again, hearing him whimper, and I realized that it was very likely that something broke. That was fine.

I was running toward the armory. My superior felt that helping the Helgast ensure that their weapons, and weapon designs, remained aboard the port itself. I agreed with that assessment. I had been lucky enough to witness some of their higher power weaponry before, and I had no doubt that the Unicorn mare that was over the UEC would practically orgasm at the chance of getting her hands on some of the designs. I turned the corner when I felt an invisible force slam me into the wall. I tried to grab at it, but something held my hands firm against the wall. I looked down to see the clasps on the front of my suit open, one by one, until whatever was doing this grew bored and ripped it open.

Ask anyone and I'm sure they'd tell you that I am proud of my body. I've worked hard to look as I do, but the way I look is for me, and for whoever I choose as a lover. Not some pervert who is keeping me pinned with an invisible force.

"I do love human mares. They practically scream the first time you breed them."

I saw him. He was a light blue, his hair, or mane rather, was a cobalt blue, and so was his tail. He was short for one of the Equestrians, and he had a mean edge to his eyes. He neared me, his hands firmly, roughly, and far too eagerly groping my breasts.

"I love to rut them in the tail hole. Listen to them whimper," he laughed, "Rarity thought they fixed me... Took the thoughts away... One thing to do it to slaves... another to mares of high standing... Fucking Coco... Rarity's little friend. Rutted that Earth Pony good and hard."

He laughed, "Took me to the hospital, said they took it out, but can't take it out... No, not when there's little sexy things like you..."

He leaned forward and I found my leg could move. I kicked him hard, landing a good hit on his balls. He screamed and dropped me. I didn't know much about the Equestrians, but I knew that unicorns used that stupid horn. So I kicked it hard, causing him to scream out like a child.

****************Now*******************

I kick him one more time for good measure, hearing him whimper in pain. Before taking a near fire suppression unit and beating him to death with it.

“Vous devez être hors de votre putain d'esprit!”

He stops struggling after the fourth bludgeon but I don't stop until bits of red mush brush against my boots. Taking a step back I observe my handy work, seeing his head is virtually gone, I spit on his body before running back to get another flight suit before getting to my fighter.

'Attention, All units Lankys have landed on the station's hull. All available and capable mechs are to deploy and repell boarders. pilots procead to your units and engage.'