[Sorry about the pathetically short chapter. Writing this chapter, for some reason or another, was starting to get to me. Which is really weird; I have written more than a dozen action stories, and it never bugged me.

I don't know man. Maybe what's getting to me is the fact thirty people that faved this story haven't liked it.

I promise you guys, I'll have a longer chapter next chapter. If you haven't liked this story, and you faved it, please like it.

For Christs sake...]

Shining Armor rushed through the wooden door of Ponyville's sole library, followed by a squad of Royal Guards from fourth platoon.

"Twiley!?" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs, "Where are you?!"

"Up here! Come quickly Shining! Something is happening!" Twilight called from upstairs. Shining Armor pulled his service revolver out from its holster and rushed up the stairs, breaking down the door leading to Twilight's bedroom as he charged in, the rest of the Royal Guards right behind him.

Twilight turned around, eyes widening with shock. "Shining, what the hey?!" she demanded.

"But I thought..." Shining Armor began, immediately realizing Twilight was not in danger. He smiled sheepishly and blushed ever so lightly from embarrassment, "Sorry. What's up, Twiley?"

Twilight facehoofed. "There is a couple smaller objects leaving the large objects over the city. They appear to be heading towards the outskirts of Ponyville." she said.

"Let me see!" Shining Armor called out. Twilight scooted away from her spot, allowing her older brother look through the telescope. In the distance, he spotted two small objects approaching the town, fast and low. A low gasp released from Shing Armor's lips.

"Fourth Platoon, we're moving out!" Shining Armor called out to the troops waiting outside the library, before sprinting down the stairway.

“Prep for dismount!” Lieutenant Robinson called out, slapping a magazine into his L85 and chambering a round into its chamber, “lock and load!”

“Oorah!” the rest of the Space Marines in the chopper shouted.

"MacManus! Get that door open!" Robinson ordered.

"Yes sir!" MacManus responded, pressing a small red button. Seconds later, the back ramp started to lower, revealing an empty field just a few feet below them.

"Dismount! Go! Go! Go!" Robinson shouted as he charged down the ramp, waving the rest of the Space Marines to follow him.

Once they finished filing out, their CH-53 lifted off the ground and moved out of the way so the other Super Stallion could land. Suddenly, as the other Super Stallion started to land, a large red ball shot past the helicopter, missing it by inches.

"Incoming!" the pilot shouted over the COM.

"Get out of here, Charlie Six!" Captain Harrison shouted into his radio headset. The CH-53K started to veer off, but another volley of red balls shot across the sky, one of them hitting the Super Stallion directly in the side, sending it out of control.

"Shit! We're hit! We're going down!" the pilot of the damaged chopper shouted over the COM, right before it crashed into the nearby forest, exploding like something out of a Micheal Bay movie.

The surviving Super Stallion took evasive maneuvers, but didn't fair any better, as another red ball hit it dead on, right in the tail rotor. It tilted forward and crashed on its side. It's rear door opened, and a shaken airman climbed out.

"What the hell was that?!" MacManus called out.

"I don't know man. It looked like lasers or some-" one of the operators began to say, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a distant thunder. A split second later, the operator collapsed, blood starting to soak his clothes. Suddenly, there was more distant thunder, as hot lead started to pass over the teams head.

"Ambush!" Robinson shouted, "fall back! Fall back!"

Shining Armor watched as the aliens started fall back towards the crash site of one of their vehicles that they had knocked out of the sky. His troops continued to lay down a steady stream of fire, but sadly, they didn't manage to hit anymore of the aliens.

"They aren't so tough! Charge!" Shining Armor called out to his troops.

"Charge!" the members of fourth platoon bellowed, rising from their cover and charging out of the trees.

"Charge!" Robinson heard a chorus of voices bellow in the distance. In the treeline, he could see lots of movement. He couldn't make out what their attackers looked like, but he could tell they were heading their way.

"Set up your fields of fire!" Lieutenant Robinson ordered, "Captain, stay inside the Super Stallion and take cover!"

"Negative Left-tenant! We're in this together!" Captain Harrison responded, shouldering his MP7.

"SAW's up and running sir!" the squads SAW gunner, a Sergeant named Billy Gillespie, announced as he finished setting up his M240LW on its bipod.

"Here they come!" MacManus announced, as the first alien creature broke the treeline.

The creature was strangely equine-like, wearing gleaming gold armor with white plumes. It appeared to carrying an iron spear, and had what Robinson guessed was a musket draped over its back. Dozens more followed it, as a platoon sized force of colorful horses charged their lines.

"Fire on my mark!" Robinson shouted, as the distance between the humans and the charging horses continued to decrease.

Finally, when they were roughly two hundred feet away, Robinson turned to his men. "Mark!" he shouted.

Shining Armor galloped with all his might towards the crash site, bellowing a harsh war cry as he held his ceremonial sword over his head, prepared to kill any bipedal alien that stood in his path.

"Mark!" Shining Armor heard one of the alien creatures shout. Seconds later, he found himself on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. Weakly, he rotated his head to the right and noticed that the dark objects that the aliens were actually automatic musket, quite similar to what the diamond dogs and griffin military's used, just much more accurate and deadly. All around him were his comrades, his brothers in arms, all either dying or dead. He noticed the aliens were walking throughout the bodies of his comrades, shooting any surviving member of fourth platoon in the head.

He noticed that he had only been hit in the side, and that his legs were still working fine. He had to make a break for it.

"Left-tenant! One of them is getting up!" Gillespie pointed out. Robinson glanced over to where the Sergeant was pointed and noticed one of the horses starting to get up. He shouldered his L85A3 and prepared to fire, but he felt someone clamp a hand down on his shoulder.

"Hold your fire!" Captain Harrison shouted, as he strapped his MP7 to his tactical vest and pulled his P220 Combat out its holster and started to approach the horse. The horse turned around and noticed the Captain walking towards him. Weakly, it pulled out what looked exactly like the antique Civil War revolver his grandfather had and started to lift it to bear.

Reacting swiftly, Captain Harrison charged forward and kicked the revolver out of the horses hooves. Without stopping to wonder how the hell the horse managed to hold the revolver without the use of fingers, he promptly kicked the horse to the dirt, ripped off its helmet, and put his handgun to its head.

"Why the hell did you attack me and my men?!" the Captain demanded, pressing the barrel of his P220 harder into the horses head.

"We were protecting our world!" the horse protested.

The Captain pistol-whipped the horse as hard as he could in the head. "Bullshit! We didn't have any intention of attacking your world. And you fucking ambushed us! Do you have any idea how many soldiers were aboard that chopper!?" Captain Harrison screeched.

"Please! Don't kill me! I have a wife and a foal!" the horse begged.

"Those men had wives and kids too, you son of a bitch!" Lieutenant Robinson spat hatefully, walking up to the two.

"He's worthless." the Captain stated, taking a step away from the horse and cocking the hammer of his P220 and aimed at the horses head.

"Please! Don't do this!" the horse begged.

"Shut up!" the Captain shouted, as he started putting pressure on the trigger.

"Stop!" someone screeched, causing the Captain and the other humans to turn towards the source, weapons ready to fire.

There stood a yellow horse, with a long pink mane, a tattoo with three butterflies on its ass, and had wings.