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The bridge of the Galactica was alight with activity. Spacers of all shapes and sizes all typed furiously at their stations touch screens. Each of them working to bring the heart of one of the COG navy’s only three Siege Destroyers online.

Behind the fleet of twenty five ships the systems star Terus prime blazed. Shielding the fleet’s approach with its radiation. Centuries ago fighter pilots were taught to always attack with the sun at their backs, and today it would help them again.

To one side of the CIC a trio of changelings sat operating one of the ships many sensor suits. While to another six humans operated and primed the ship’s secondary weapons. Like the smaller siege breaker class ships before it the Galactica was equipped with a massive coil or Gauss cannon that ran from aft to stern.

“Multiple contacts sighted. Confirmed six-one enemy marks in orbit above Terus. One-zero Celestia class heavy destroyers, one-zero, Luna class destroyers, two-two drake class cruisers, six royal class light destroyers, two cadence class carriers, as well as nine Neo-changeling battle cruisers. And silhouette confirmed Element of Magic sighted with two destroyer escorts.”

“Then it's an even fight. Comms get me a comm fleet wide.” The com officer nodded before flashing through several commands on her panels. “Your good to go sir.”

With a nod Barron slips the headset on and watches as the confirmation lights come on, throughout the fleet.

“All hands this is the general. Many of us have fought the lankys, and just many of us have suffered at the hands of the UEC. Today we stand ready to if not prevent then postpone the largest equestrian push into our space since the war began. If we fail to day, then how long will it be until they find their way to steelworld and then to earth? Secure and brace for deceleration burn. Galactica shines the name, honor's the Leathy. Today Galactica and Nostromo join the war. All hands..."

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"...Action stations.”

Instantly gunnery crews worked to bring the galacticas twelve port and starboard railguns to from cold to hot. Barron smiled as He watched his bridge crew work. This was it the Galacticas trial by fire. “Time to put that reverse engineered UEC tech to the test. But first let's wake ‘em up a little ”

“All hands this is Galactica actual, report go no go.”

“Engineering reports green across the board.” The voice of his chief engineer Zekshul reported. The kleese clicked his fangs together in excitement on his screen.

“Gunnery stations reporting. We are Hot.” The image of his chief gunnery officer a myrialos named Parsha reported. Her large solid blue eyes glowed slightly as she spoke.

“This is the CAG. Fighter squadrons on standby.” Mini Maverick his fleet’s wing commander reported.

Nodding his head Barron clomped his way to the holo display. In the holo tank the various green, blue, yellow, and purple markers marked the ships of COG 40. And he couldn't help but smile at the twelve alternating green and white icons acting as escort for both his ship and the Manitoba.

Most of those ships belonged to the changeling federation. But three stood out flying in a tight protective formation with the Manitoba. The Shining Star, Glimmering wake, and Black Arbitrator.

He had noticed a distinct kinship in the ships that had survived Helghan among his fleet. The Manitoba and its three impromptu escorts flew closely, relatively speaking to the annihilator siege breakers Donnager, Rodger Young, and James holden.

“Send a tight beam message and order the Valiant to paint these targets. Siege Breakers lock on targets and fire orions.”

“This is Manitoba/Donnager/Rodger young/James Holden/Wakizashi lockon confirmed. Radiation warning level 12. Eight targets locked on, firing.” came the chorus over the fleet wide tac-link.

“Adama send the message rescue group, we are gonna circle around under stealth as soon as the orion missiles begin their acceleration. Donnager, Manitoba, Wakizashi, Defiant, and Valiant. Will join Galactica and we will hit them in them in the back as soon as they move to engage the main fleet.”

At his station my exo nodded before relaying my message to the rest of the fleet. Will’s grandfather had served what had once been the Martian congressional republic navy. Back when there had been a Martian republic, before the lankys.

Will himself had been one of the last people born on the once red planet. As a baby he had been frozen when the shovel heads began their attack and a survey mission twenty nine years ago had rescued the last batch of truly baby's. Adama took to his roots and had even vowed once or twice to resettle the red planet one day.

Looking back to the tank Barron saw his selected task group were now forming up with the Galactica. He wished his grandfather could see him now, could see the effect the Barron name and the memory of his ship now had on the fleet.

Taking a seat in his crash couch Barron brings up a targeting solution on the element of Magic. That had been a thorn in the side of the not just the NAC, but the COG as a whole. So what better target to test the Galactica's Particle beams on? “Gunnery, ready Primaries”

‘And while I'm at it let's take down one of those super destroyers.’ He taught to himself as he sent over a targeting solution to his ships sister.

He sent the targeting solution to Parsha and smiled when the lights in the bridge began to dim as the two triple barreled turrets began drawing power.

In space the large particle-beam cannons on the top and bottom hulk of the Galactica came to life and began tracking towards their target. Some would say giving the notorious UEC ship both proverbial barrels would be overkill. There was a build up of power as both the Galactica and Nostromo aimed at their individual targets.

“Primaries Locked, Cocked and ready to rock.” Parsha reported.

Standing on the bridge of Shining Armor's flagship the princess of the moon was bored. Her sister had recently over seen the transfer of Twilight’s and by extension Rarity's flag from the original Element if Magic the Hopefull Galavant to the newer Azure Dream. Which was now being renamed the Element of magic.

At her side Commander Polaris seemed agitated. “Speak your mind commander.”

He rubbed his chin as he eyed the display screen. “I don't like this yourhines… this just doesn't add up. Every prediction and spy we have says the COG is sending a fleet to take this planet… I think I’ve lost you.”

She chuckled at that. True she wasn't as military minded as the commander or shining armor. “My mistress your drink.” A green scaled Tymerian servant commented filling up her coffee. “Thank you Pie’shta.”

“We just don't quite understand the intricacies of void warfare. Please we apologise.” Luna said nodding to the server who glided back to her original position. Below them from their perch on the bridge observation room they could see Captain Shining armor working. Giving orders to servants, conscripts, and sailors alike.

“Well if you look here, we know where the jump node is. They had to have come through and logic would dictate they would have followed this path here…”

Privately she was still uncertain about the entire war with the Earthers. In most engagements their quality in ship design has shown true. Where as the UEC had stayed true to her sisters docturan of strength in numbers.

“As you can see this would take them passed the sixth planet, and through the orbit of the fifth and fourth gas giants to shield them…”

Engagements with the Earthers were at times won by a strong numerical advantage of at least three to one. But Human ships were truly deadly at range using their primitive but effective nuclear missiles. As well as the railguns that acted the same role as the magical dmcondencer batteries on the UEC's own ships.

“But now... the humans are overdue and we can't seem to find where they have gone. We have our fleet stationed in a position to defend either the New Trottingham station or Princess twilight’s lab.”

The difference was that humans could fire from longer range. Each one of their ships carried at least four of these turrets. But perhaps the clincher was their use of what they call Siege breakers. Those ships dwarfed their already massive cousins. And each one was built around what twilight had described as a Gauss cannon. A single slug from those Gauss cannons were able to tear through the shields and hulls of some of the largest ships in the fleet.

“If that is the case commander, then we suppose it is a good thing that Princess twilight was able to successfully complete and dispatch the schematics for her serpent mechs. It is indeed a stroke of luck that we got those plans of when we did.” Luna said

But on the ground was where the humans superiority truly shown. They were master's of ground warfare each of their soldiers carried weapons and armor that made their own look like bow and arrows and leather armor. And unlike other races they possessed technology that allowed them to battle even adult dragons to a stand still.

Yet again the UEC was winning the war, sometimes do to superior tactics. Sometimes with simple luck, but more often than not they won because the Earthers were unable to replenish their troops fast enough… Her train of thought was cut off as the bridge below them suddenly burst with activity.

“Shining armor what is happening?” from his position in the command pit he looked up, seeing both his newly revived wife, his sister and, the princess of the moon. Under the gaze of three alicorns, as well as a good portion of the elements of harmony. including the newly revived Fluttershy and pinkie pie, who had been killed on board the dragons breath at the start of the war he buckled slightly.

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“We-we are. Detecting a massive energy surge from the direction of the star, as well as an ongoing series of radiation bursts heading in our direction. We suspect an unregistered and massive Celestialflair, I recommend we raise the shields to guard against the radiation.”

“Make it so, captain. Shields up, full power.” commander Polar said.

Through the smart windows they saw golden shields flare up around the fleet. The Hopeful Galavant, old flag ship of life commander Rarity Belle flared its multi layered shields to life. Several overlapping layers of magical energy surrounding the ship in a brilliant blue light. The ship has survived every engagement against the Earther’s C.O.G. A simple celestial flair will he nothi…

There was a massive flash of light as two ships in the fleet became like small stars. As the windows dimmed the princess of the Moon watched as what could only be described as an angry god unleashed its wrath upon two ships in the fleet. Instantly the Hopeful Galavant had three massive swaths of its hull plating burned away.

But before anything could be done, an evacuation or status report requested the entire bow section of the ship disintegrated. The ship floating lifeless for a few horrific seconds. It's hull burning white hot, billowing smoke and short-lived fire into space. “May…!” was the only call from the ship before it exploded. Showering the surrounded ships with slag and debris.

On the opposite side of the fleet a brand new Luna class destroyer instantly became a cloud of expanding gases and slagg. A small piece of the ships mid section floated amongst the expanding debris. Its metal warped and glowing white hot.

There was absolute silence on the bridge and throughout the ship. Before an alarm began blaring on one of the sensory stations. “Vampony!, Vampony! Zero eight ballistic fast movers inbound, from vector 235.8y1r.86, contacts confirmed, COG Orion missiles inbound!” somepony yelled.

Several ships instantly fired their positioning thrusters but the ship la that had weren't the targets. One of the Celestial destroyers vaporized as one of the earth's two thousand tone pykrete missiles slammed into it at fractions of the speed of light. Propelled by nuclear shaped charge destinations.

Seconds later three more of the earthers crude missiles vaporized their targets. Each one of those missiles that had been designed to be used against lanky seed ships, made short work of the smaller UEC ships.

Two more ships vanished before the entire fleet had managed to respond. Am but one ship wasn't fast enough and as it swiveled to exchange its vector one of the humans missiles clipped one of its drive cones. The result wasn't an instant explosion. Instead the missile tore the ship’s entire drove section away with the force of its velocity.

The projectile careened off course shotgunning its nuclear ordinance into a cluster of smaller escorts and frigates before impacting a cruiser and detonating. Scoring what is possibly the largest, single missile, anti ship killstreak in NAC history.

And if the situation was different this fact would probably be quite hilarious. “Two zero COG ships heading on ingress, they hid themselves in the sun's glare. Their trajectory will take them over the fuel and water station.” another sensor operator reported.

“They're getting smarter run full scan. Move the fleet to intercept, arm missiles, ready projector cannons, and energy rakes.”

The display screens changed to show updates and silhouettes of the human ships as they exited the sun's shadow. Five of their hammerhead cruisers, one of their large fighter carriers, four siege breakers matching the design of the Leathy.

Polar paled slightly when he saw the ships that came next. Three of the large siege breakers that matched the hated Manitoba in design. Three of the nimbal triangular fighter frigates, Two of the shark like assault carriers, and a single changeling battle cruiser. But activity slowed as the window zoomed in on the final ship in the Earther fleet.

“By Celestia, look at the size of that thing.” The ship was massive easily three times the height, width, and length of the relatively smaller and infamous annihilator class ships. It posted twin pods on either side of its hull, and an alligator like bow section. A large whole sat in the middle of the nose section no doubt the massive ships Gauss cannon.

But what got the Lunar princess attention were the two large triple barreled turrets on the top and bottom of the massive ship. Each one of those guns were the at least four hundred meters plus. With the two turrets tracked as it moved giving princess Luna the impression of a tank in space. “Get me a designation on that ship, now!”

The image cleared before zooming in once more. It's hull was a dull and ugly tan color, neumorus hangerbay, and missile tubes lined its hull. As well as an array of twelve railguns and enough point defence cannons to cover every conceivable attack vector twice over. “Got it sir. SRA-Nostromo.”

“Where were the earthers hiding that thing?” rainbow dash commented as she leaned against the guard rail.

“Vampony, vampony Enemy missiles inbound...” somepony shouted only to get cut off by another voice. “COG fleet is deploying fighters”

Our ATV banged and bounced off of a rock and screams met our ears as we pinned a mare to the grill.

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“FUCK YOU!” I screamed gunning the engine and forcing the vehicle to bounce again. There was a choked scream and a series of wet crunches as the equestrian was forced under the tires.

It has been over three days since we evacuated and the command of the Roughnecks was given to Razak. The Valiant had managed to evacuate most of us, and after rearming and patching up our wounded we came back. But unlike last time We pulled every mech off of every rack the Ghost ship had. Including my ATLAS because the Valiant is actually my main station. “Roughnecks! Attack!! Every. Thing. You’ve. Got!!”

A flash lightning illuminated the rain slicked armor of “Boomer” his crimson armored Siafu. Beside him “White Glint” and “Blue tears” stormed forward with “Tanker/Hope” bringing up the rear. The three armor shrike variant Siafu mechs forming a diamond formation with the larger Warrior bringing up the rear.

Behind me I could hear Cuban firing the mounted SAW into the improvised barricade made by the UEC garrison. The flechettes punched through the vehicles and into the troops behind it. “Yeah That One's for chrysalis you mother fuckers!” he shouted.

Beside us there was a pop whoosh as “Tanker/Hope” fired a missile from one of its launchers. I ran over another UEC soldier as I watched the missile fly into the sky before streaking back down to detonate over the barricade.

White smoke and glowing embers rained down onto the UEC position. The soldiers and conscripts screamed as their flesh caught fire ignited by the white phosphorus. Others had their lungs burned away as they breathed in the deadly smoke.

There was a thunderous crash as I watched a guard tower explode outward as a crimson Helldiver ATLAS-2 crashed through it. Wickedly I smiled as I watched the mech jump up firing its jets before snatching a Pegasus out of the air. Without skipping a beat “Last Chance” shoulders her rifle before tearing the screaming stallion in half.

Swerving around a friendly dragon as it tore the throat out of one of it kin, the trooper in the passenger seat spoke up. “You earthers sure know how to…”

“Spike shut the fuck up and fire your weapon.” I yelled as a bullet struck my shoulder between the plates.

“Fuck!.. Shit that hurts... No don't worry about me fuck face! Get your gun up, watch your sector.” gritting my teeth I grabbed my carbine from between spikes legs and pointed the weapon through my own window.

And it's a good thing I did because as soon as my weapon is out of the window a huge minotaur tries charging our slowed vehicle. His choice is I'll advised because as he gets close I pull the trigger sending jagged flechettes into his chest and throat.

“Pilot Shelton, you are injured. I recommend you embark to allow my medical weaver to attend to to your wound.”

Looking ahead again I see my own ATLAS-3 Prowler slam its crimson and silver body into a dragoness bringing her crashing to the ground. My mech brings its powerful clawed fist down onto the female dragons head dazong her. Before pinning the atlas sized Dragoness down and pulling her knife from its sheath.

I can see her eyes widen as she sees her own knife in the mechs hand. Her struggling intensifies as I slow down and get out of the ATV. “You did good kids, keep going on my command I'll cover you.” I called over my shoulder to both purple dragons.

“Barb! What The hell are you doing get your ass on the gun.” I hear Blisk shout as he drops down into my seat.

Ahead of me my mech finished gutting the terrified silver dragon. Several large eggs litter the ground under my atlas which it proceeds to stomp on as it turns toward me.“Prowler open cockpit.”

Prowler’s cockpit opens as it reached its hand
out gently wrapping its clawed fingers around my torso. Gently yet quickly prowler moves me into the cockpit where I store my rifle and take a seat in the pilot's seat. Crossing my arms as the seat closes itself around me. My lungs fill with the warm amniotic fluid as the capsule is instantly flooded with oxygenated amniotic fluid.

With a smile I open my eyes as the combination of womb and neural link allow me to see through Prowler’s eyes. His arms become my arms, his sensors and scanners my eyes, digitigrade legs and clawed peds my legs and feet, pistons and hydraulics my muscles, frame my bones and skeleton, and armor my skin. Inside the womb I become all that is Prowler.

“Transferring control to pilot” the AI says.

“I've got to get me one of those.” Blink comments as I stand up stomping on more eggs.

Snapping my “Head” to the side I as the sound of approaching rotary blades catches my audio sensors. I deploy and angle my ballistic shield and crouch over the ATV. “Stay down.” I boomed

On top of the vehicle I could see Barb staring at the my atlas with what could only be described as equal parts childlike wonder, and bone shattering terror. There was a thunderous series of booms as gunfire struck the shield with a sound like hail on sheet metal.

Switching to my rear cameras I activated my Icarus mounts. With a thought I began spinning up my left mounts gatling and disengaging the safety on my right mounts 30mm autocannon.

Locking targets I swivel both guns up, around, behind me, and over the shield. Letting Prowler take control of the guns there is a series of booms as the auto cannon fires, and a distinct Brrrrrrrrt as the gatling lends its noise to the cacophony.

When the last helicopter hits the ground I retract the shield and stand back up before knife handing the ATV. “MOVE!” I yell making the advance hand sign before beginning to run alongside the vehicle.

The recently revived Spitfire rolled her fighter out of another missile lock as she watched one of the Earther fighters destroy one of her wonderbolts. She has been waiting for this moment since her revival now all she could think about was finding the Human that had humiliated her. She eyed her scanner looking waiting for the monkey to show itself.

Meanwhile “Snow” pitched his fighter on its axis blowing a second UEC fighter to scrap with his cannons. His eyes danced across the display as paraweted his fighter be between two UEC fighters. Slamming forward on the accelerator he smirked when his fighters AI flashed the [Target Locked]. He smirked when he heard the missiles disconnect from the cylinder.

The missiles loosed themselves from the vantablack fighter before firing their engines. Unlike the modified atmospheric missiles used by the UEC and the one one would see in some science fiction these expertly tacked their targets. And affew seconds later one of the neo-changeling fighters exploded as it tried to outrun the missile. A feet made impossible by any craft burdened with biological cargo.

The second attempted to turn and force the missile to overshoot. However the projectile disengaged its booster and fired its positioning thrusters swiveling to track the second changeling. All the pilot had to do was avoid the missile until it ran out of fuel and then it would cost ballistic trapped on its trajectory forever.

But the as the pilot banked again, the missile fired its positioning thrusters again and burned at 40G towards the slow moving praetorian. It attempted a final maneuver but the effort was to late and the missile slammed into its fuelselage, turning the fighter into a short-lived fireball and cloud of debris.

As the cloud of fighters battled in the no man's land between the two fleets the vastly outnumbered COG fleet swivel their railguns to track targets. At its heart the Nostromo angled its two particle beam cannons.

“Gunnery give that ship both barrels.” The Chinese caption said, and there was a flicker of light as the primary weapons drew power.

“This is the Rodger Young actual. We are moving to drop point alpha.”

Two of the line backer cruisers instantly moved into an escort position as the siege breaker began its approach burn. As if on cue the other designated landing craft began moving along with the two kilometer long ship. Torpedo ports along the flotilla popped open as the ships began moving toward their designated station.

And as they went forty, eighty, one-hundred and twenty missiles began to burst from their vertical launch tubes before swiveling and burning towards UEC fleet. Soon the Commander polar was forced to order his ships to overlap their shields as the cloud of ordnance began to impact, destroying four of his cruisers and even one of his light destroyers.

They had been lucky as the humans moved passed and managed to destroy several of their smaller corvette, and frigate class ships, and even one of the escort cruisers. But the important parts of that landingforce, as it could be nothing else managed to get through. And he couldn't afford to disengage and deal with them at the moment, not with Nostromo menising his fleet.

Through the windows they watched as bays began opening on the human ships. As well as several of their ugly dropships being hoisted out on extended arms. Along the main body of its ugly boxy hull several of the rail gun batteries swiveled to face the planet, before beginning to fire sporadically.

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While inside the Rodger Young virtually the entire ship's complement of spaceborne infantry and embarked territorial army troopers all sprinted to their dropships. Inside of the drop bay of The Rodge a young male Tymerian corporal whose name plate reads Liaison. Veteran Ts’ora stops.

Other species of former ran passed him. Tymerian, humans, Kleese/Zaltule. He even saw several obsidian carapaced changelings among the seemingly unending wave of gears. He had heard his sister Mii’ora was going to be in this campaign, and even heard she was onboard the Galactica. Ancestors how he wished he could be there, but his buddies were here and this is where he belonged.

So waving his arm forward He raised the volume on his helmet and shouted. Quoting his idle Ts’ora younger brother of Mii’ora and brother to Bra’tac calls out to the people running passed. “COME ON YOU APES! YOU WANNA LIVE FOREVER!?

Outside the dropships began falling each of them laden with entire platoons or companies of troops. Others laden with tanks or Siafu mechs and the like.

Inside of the drop bay Veteran Marleene Angel Callsign “Saber1-2” sat inside of her ATLAS. Outside of her mech techs all scrambled out of the chamber as air was vented and the bottom door opens below them. Soon there was no air in the entire bay and the only sound she heard was the hum of her mechs battery, and the clank of the arm holding her pod in place.

Around her she could see several other Atlas Pods, as well as several Siafu mechs silhouettes inside of their own biopods. Before with a nod she spoke up. She had survived Bagmare, and would be damned if she was gonna let that happen anywhere else. This was the first time she actually felt like she was taking the fight to the UEC, and it felt good.

“Alright boys and girls.” She addressed appearing in the HUDs of every mech in her lance. “Alright Titans let's show these COG 32 goons how 26RTI mechanized heavy infantry clears the battlefield. Titans, STAND BY FOR ATLASFALL!”

The ATLAS mechs fell their biopods heating up as they slowly entered the atmosphere of this rain slick world. Each of them snug inside of specially designed bio-pods, that would fire an air brake before breaking away before landing.

Around the landing teams dogfight broke out as UEC fighters attempted to destroy the landing teams but were intercepted by NAC avenger and shrike fighters.

“UEC fleet has exited sensor range. We are cleared to proceed… general we are receiving comms, and painted targets from colonel Santiago. ” one of the sensor operators reported.

“Excellent, lets drop some rounds on the ponys then drop support teams. Launch rescue team.” Barron said calmly as he watched Donnager and Manitoba move into escort formation around the Galactica. He smiled some as he watched his ship’s personal Leathy class escort the Nathan Hale faithfully stay by its much larger charge. And around it several smaller Helghast escort ships flew acting as a screen against enemy fighters.

In space the assault was getting under way. The first dropship had been deployed. And the first salvo of railgun rounds sent down range. They had also gotten knowledge that one Casper Williams had gone missing after going to attempt to find where the captured members of black team were. It was his Intel that had given them the location of the base in the first place, so it only made sense that he would want to go.

“General one of the UEC super destroyers is heading back this way. Looks like it spotted us.” one of the

Barron grunted as he saw the single ship come back around the planet. “Jam their comms, and get a firing solution. I want that ship out of our AO now.”

“General, the ventral cannon is down, we will need to pull the secondary coil and replace it.” Zekshul reports. In the background he can hear several techs and repair drones working. “Got it Zek, get that gun back up as soon as you can. Gunnery you had better hit an with the dorsal, or we’re gonna have to get real close.”

As the UEC-Lunar Grace rounded the planet in response to a distress call from a scout she came face to face with another of the new massive ships. He's captain practically screamed for them to raise the shields and call for help. But before any calls could be made a screeching whine filled the comm link. “Captain we're being jammed.”

Their shields flared to life as a Gauss shell from the Nathan hale bounced off of the magical barrier. Instantly the super Destoryer flared its drive and began charging its main cannon. The central disk sparked to life as magical energy began to coalesce and swirl around the central dish.

Burning orange, yellow, and white heat-sinks began to extend themselves along the dorsal hull of the black and orange ship marked SRA-Wakizashi. Before red and pink electricity basegan to arc between the glowing pillars of heat as the ships Gauss cannon began to charge.

There was a flash of pseudo motion as the slug was fired, at the same time the UEC ship discharged its cannon. A crackling beam of purple energy lanced out from the lens colliding with the slug. There was a brilliant flash as the two collided, but as the light cleared the crews of the rescue flotilla could only watch. As the beam continued on its path and proceeded to impact the SRA-Wakizashi.

For a few scant seconds it appeared like the Japanese crewed ship would withstand the blast. But then its hull plating began to boil and melt away, before one of the magazine's ignited. There was a flash of light as the entire ship went up in one giant fireball.

“My god… General Wakizashi is down all hands lost…. Gunnery reports dorsal gun ready to fire.” The wakizashi had been part of COG 32 since its inception. And its caption a close friend of Barron’s parents, As well as a survivor of the second battle of mars. “Fire.”

In space the invisible particle beams lanced out and struck the UEC ship. The beams burned through shields, armor, and deck plating like a fist through wet toilet paper. Two holes burned themselves strait through the ship but the final beam struck amidships. There was a titanic explosion as the condensed magical energy discharged, spitting the already crippled ship in half.

"Damn it stand by to deploy."

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Meanwhile liaison trooper Miiora was just exiting the mission briefing and boarding the tarantula hawk gunship that held both her and Trombley’s mechs. As she walked she noticed a single person among the rescue team who wasn't in the briefing. His armor was blacker than the blackest night, so dark intact that it seemed to absorb all light giving him an evil appearance. On top of that his armor was bulkier yet more than most battle armors she had seen.

When he looked at her she could almost feel the malevolence radiating off of this seemingly evil human male. The only identifier lights on his armor were the four glowing red slits on his back, as well as the four slits on his helmet. The helmet itself was vaguely snout shaped with the four slits forming a rough X shape over where his face would be.

“What?” He grunted out angrily his voice heavily modulated. No doubt to hide his identity from anyone who might know his voice.

As she continued to walk she saw the human turn back around talking to the leader of MOTH team-2. As she passed them she saw the man had a gear amblazend into his armors breastplate. She flicked on her HUD with her long tough and almost gasped in shock. This man was one of the fabled Onyx Guard.

Several hours passed by as Gusty leaning her back up against the wall near one the corners of her prison cell with her arms crossed.

She was lost in her thoughts reflecting on the events from the past several days. Wondering were she stands in all this, her thoughts then switch to Fallon. Who has essentially became her friend in some way. She had heard a scuffle afew days days ago, and since then rarity had been especially ruthless to the human.

“Its a good day to die… when you know the reasons why…” the human in the next cell began to sing again. He had taken to that after I had told him to do anything to take his mind off of the torture.

After what happen yesterday she knew Rarity was going to do something that would either break him or end up killing him.

“Whatever the case may be they need to get out of here.” she thought to herself as she heard Fallon begin singing again.

She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard three loud bangs on the metal door of her cell and then the viewport open revealing an guard, a stallion unicorn.

“What is it now?” She asked the bored looking unicorn.

“Sets go sarge you are gonna get sentenced. Let's just get this over with. Stand in the middle of the cell, and face the wall.” She does what he said. Standing on her right was unicorn stallion and to her left was an earth pony mare armed with an pump action combat shotgun.

The mare had the weapon directed in her general direction at low ready. Once she done that, she was than told to rise and show her hands to be handcuffed.

Once everything was done she was ordered to move along with the unicorn guard walking beside to her left, while the earth pony guard was walking behind her. The mare still held the weapon at low ready, prepared to bring it up again if the needs arise.

When they were mid way in the hallway, all of a sudden there was a thunderous boom and the entire hallway begins shaking. Small bits and pieces fell from the ceiling and the lights begin flickering as the shock wave passes through the subterranean complex.

Alarm sounds echoed throughout the hallways. "What the tartarus is going?!". The unicorn stallion exclaimed as a second and third boom echo throughout the base.

Seeing this as her chance with the guards distracted, Gusty quickly bucks the earth pony mare behind her. The mare yells in minor surprise and pain as she fell flat on her ass.

Gusty than side tackles the unicorn guard into the wall hard, he exclaims "what the--OOH!!", and got the air knocked out of him.

Gusty hears the cocking sound of a pump action shotgun, she quickly turns around and sees the earth pony mare has already gotten back up. And in kneeling position aiming the shotgun at her.

Right before the mare guard shoots her, Gusty quickly grabs the unicorn guard beside her bringing him in front of her and used him as a pony shield.

"NO,WAI-" The stallion yells before getting blasted with 12 gauge 00 buckshot right into the chest.

The mare guard is left stunned after realizing who she shotted, and grunts before cocking the shotgun again. But the shell fails to enter the chamber and gets stuck. “Damn it!”

Gusty takes this moment to hard pushed her former meat shield right into the earth pony mare which knocks her down again. Only this time she is pinned by the dead wait of her larger compatriot. Preventing her from moving or using her weapon and the force of the impact managing to knock her Bellar helmet from her head.

Gusty briskly walks up to her and tells the mare. "sorry, nothing personal." She said before kicking her in the face hard.

She does this several times before the mare is either knocked out or dead. After all that is over and done with. She flips the dead stallion body off the downed mare and search for the keys on his belt, she's fines them and used them to uncuffed herself.

Once the handcuffs are off, she takes mare's shotgun slings it over her shoulder. More loud booms and shaking could be heard and felt as more small bits and pieces fell from the ceiling. Gusty can only assumed the facility was under heavy assault.

And judging by the magnitude of the impacts she has to assume the earthers have called in the big guns. She remembers being on the receiving end of one of those rail gun strikes about an earth year ago.

She quickly walks up to Fallon's prison cell and opens the viewport and sees the man in a kneeling position looking around frantically wondering what's was going on and he than look in the same direction to the viewport.

"Hey guard What the fucks going on? Let me out of here so I can fuck you up Coyo!"

“Oh shut up Fallon its Gutsy I'm coming in.”

He recognizes the voice and does what she said, he ask her how did she got out of cell and what was going on outside. She precedes to inform on the situation after she was done explaining she precedes to open the cell's door. For the first time both Gusty and Fallon finally see each other face to face some words are exchanged before unicorn mare walks into Fallon's cell.

The man still in the same position, she tells him to hold still a while she takes off his shackles and chains. “I suppose I shouldn't look you in the mouth.” He says checking some kind of compartment in his mechanical hand.

“Ooh, Klever monkey man, would you like a banana?” She grunts responds as she drafts him out of the cell and laying him gently against the wall and leting him stand on his own.

“Oh you've got jokes.” he coughed out. His emaciated frame while not skelitle wasn't healthy either. Especially the flesh around the base of his bionic which looked to be rotting.

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Her eyes flashed across his body and she quickly noticed he was naked. She walks over to dead stallion guard and precedes to take off whatever clothes that may fit on a human and wasn't ruined with holes and blood. She also decides to take off the gun belts from both downed guards and took whatever ammo they had on them.

She gives Fallon's clothes and tells him put them on quickly they need to get out of there as soon as possible. Once he was done, Gusty tosses him the shotgun while she holds on to a pistol she took from one the guards.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? This piece of shit belongs in a museum.” He says standing and leaning against the wall for support.

Another loud boom is heard, they look to each other. Fallon says whatever going outside with any luck could be his comrades sent a rescue team for him and for any other human captured here. He than realized he still had the device stuck to the back of his head. “Hey is there anyway to get this fucking thug off my head?”

“I don't know really I've never had one on my head. But from what I have heard we need to disengage a safety then it should just come off.”

“Well where's the safety?” he asks some of his previous energy coming back at the notion of having the tantrums removed.

“I think it is in the controller.” Gutsy said as they moved to an intersection. “Fuck.”

As he spoke a noise caught his attention and like a switch he changed. He snapped the shotgun up and scooted back a few steps with his back pressed against the wall. The second a shape came rushing around a corner he fired.

The shotgun bombed twice, the first blast tearing the stomach out of a neo-changeling guard. And the second took the bugs head off. As the body flopped down a pegasus flew around the corner and received two bullets to the head. Courtesy of Gutsy’s confiscated pistol.

A smaller shape came around and a fire burned in Fallons eyes as he reared back and hurreld the shotgun sideline into a human UEC soldier.

With her weapon knocked out of her hands by the improvised missile she fumbled for her side arm. But it was then that Fallon slammed into her like a linebacker.

He took hand as he shoulder rammed her into the wall. She let out a squeak as the sound of several ribs cracking filled Gutsy's ears. Fallon tight end his grip on the woman his unyielding bionic hand crushing the bones with a wet snap.

A compartment slid open on his arm as he batted aside a poorly thrown punch. He shifted his weight back and threw the woman over his shoulder and to the ground before reaching into the compartment and retrieving his monofilament knife.

The woman flopped onto her stomach and started to crawl away. But Fallon wasn't in the mood for that particular flavor of bullshit and dove on her. Blood pooled as he repeatedly stabbed the flailing woman like he was a prison inmate who had boasted about having the last pack of cigarettes on earth.

“tsuka, wellowalla.” He said as he slit her throat and stood back up, before spitting on her corpse and placing the knife back in his arm.

“What?” Fallon asked Gutsy who had just retreated the throne shotgun from where it fell.

“Nothing let's go.” She tossed the shotgun to him and he snatched it out of the air before the two continued on, each one Huggins a different wall.

They needed to get out of here before more guards come and found them. So they cautiously moved out of the holding call area and into the hallways and corridors of the facility keeping a close eye out for any more UEC guards and soldiers. Meanwhile the facility and planet Tearus is itself was under assault by human forces.