//------------------------------// // Mobilization // Story: The Invisible Brony Defense Force // by SoullessDCLXVI //------------------------------// In a clearing in the Everfree, a Discord look-alike was brooding on his makeshift throne, brooding. It had been weeks. Weeks since the red pegasus pony Brick Build had burst through the low foliage claiming having seen the traitorous Moon Priest. Weeks since the first OC pony went Lunar. Weeks since he had last seen Princess Celestia or his Sun Priest Pink. It had been about five days since he had been informed of a well organized military force of humans that had destroyed Canterlot. Since then Overture had been miserable. He had failed in his one objective, and it hadn't been half a year. Scouts in the south were still actively trying to find the base of operation that launched the attack, but no word had been heard as of yet. Though Overture still had hope. Hope that these soldiers would be found. Whoever they were, they were going to suffer. Things were going to shit around him. Bronies were still succumbing to the elements. The growing conflict between the Eastern Sun Harmonics and the Western Moon Harmonics had recently become fatal. A filthy moon harmonic the first to die in a fight. From what he could tell it was one of the pure humans. One of those that changed just enough to be attractive. He had stood up to the strong Superman when a pony had accidentally entered the woods in the north. Following Overture's standing orders the superhero killed the pony, the human didn't take that too well. The death of a brony, by a brony, as a direct result of the new division of ideals was essentially the Holy Order of Harmony's Archduke Franz Ferdinand. The North and South circles had erupted into a near constant fistfight or verbal fight. Luckily it seemed both sides were trying very hard not to kill, but it was unlikely that would stay that way for long. And as much as Overture would like to separate them, it would open up too large a hole in the circles. Allowing threats access to Ponyville. And that just wouldn't do, no matter what else happened. The un-tainted, purely innocent ponies, were not allowed to feel fear. Not allowed to be unhappy. And Overture would be damned if he wouldn't give his all to do everything in his power to make sure that never happened. His yellow eyes once again found themselves resting on the image of Twilight. He reread the word "Learn" over and over again. Sighing to himself he wished someone had thought themselves The Doctor. Or maybe even Doc Brown. But no one was time travel capable. The closest was the Doctor Pony, Time Turner. He had a sonic screwdriver that could only make noise. The brony behind those large brown eyes had explained he liked the idea of a Time Turner that had merely gone insane and thought he was Gallifreyan. His thoughts were interrupted when the Ponyville Spy calmly walked up to him. "My Lord, they have been found." After a brief pause in which Overture slowly turned his head to focus on the pony, he simply asked, "Where?" "Ponyville, sir." ...... Overture, had failed again. It was far too likely that all of Ponyville was lost. Sighing, head down. He called in his surrogate lieutenants. "I want the Solar loyal separated from the Lunar traitors. We'll be making a move on Ponyville tomorrow night. Get it done." The lieutenants bowed and left backwards. "You, leave me. Return to your post." Overture said to his spy. Little did Overture realize, he had just sent word of the attack on Ponyville to Shirotora, current head of The Moon Harmonics. -||-||-||-||- Tragedy was raging. Absolutely livid. Though Pink couldn't have been calmer. He was in the same place he had been for the last two days. Resting with his back to a tree while trying to find ways to get the Moon and Sun halves to kill each other. The search for Soulless had been fruitless and Pink had given up, much to Tragedy's chagrin. Tragedy's bloodlust, which needed to be sated immensely was focused now starting a war. If he couldn't kill Soulless, the he'd be more than happy to kill his ilk in the mean time. Though the change in goals meant his sister would never calm down. Fuming at every little thing. Strangely even when he had been stung by a bee she reacted far more than he did, even yelping in pain. So far they had been somewhat successful. Kidnapping Noteworthy and dropping him right in the middle of the eastern and western halves forcing the Solar Superman to follow his orders. In creating a situation where a pony was murdered right in front of the idealistic lunar bronies Pink finally manged to rile up the halves. Though what came after essentially amounted a slap fight. He needed to do more, he couldn't keep silently killing Lunar Harmonics at night. It wasn't violent enough and each had to look natural. Another dropped fly, victim of the Everfree. But soon someone might catch on that a lot more Lunar Harmonics were dying than Solar. They might even take note that the highest concentration of deaths were in the north. At the border between sides. When Pink opened his eyes he noted that Tragedy was beating the hell out of his tree, mouth frothing in rage. A usual sight these days. But what was unusual was the movement of the eastern members of the Order. All of them were slowly making their way east. The closest western Order were inexplicably asleep. Curious as to why his conflict had done the opposite of what he wanted he deigned to follow the Solar bronies. Maybe this was good. If nothing else it sure was different. And different, no matter how bad, was most certainly welcome. -||-||-||-||- In Blackwood Forest an artificial clearing housed several metal buildings and a few log cabins. In between the buildings a network of worn earth provided pathways for the bipedal inter-dimensional aliens and their various vehicles. Antenna and radar dishes dotted some of the buildings. Trees had been cut down in an ever expanding circle that seemed unnecessarily large. The base of operations inside the clearing could have fit at least ten more times. At the edge of the clearing a mine had been started. Ores and gems considered rare and highly valuable on Earth were commonplace here. Halfway between the edge of the base and the new tree line a single oil pump worked slowly, pumping out black crude that would eventually power millions of car on Earth. On one of the many pathways stretching from the base two identical lines of humans marched synchronously after a single human, their gruff strange musical yells falling in line with their heavy footsteps. A jeep drove by them carrying two higher ranking officers and parked in front of one of the log cabins. Inside the said cabin Stone eyed the two officers as they made their way to another part of the building before snapping his attention back to the private in front of him. The soldier wouldn't ordinarily be receiving such harsh treatment, but it had a real shitty week for Stone. Marines were dying left and right from the local flora and fauna as well as several mining accidents. A couple of marines had gone missing, witnesses saying they saw strange bipedal canines abduct them, and in this land, it wasn't an easily dismissed explanation. Scientists and congressman from home were up his ass 24/7 demanding results, and to top it all off Location Alpha had been completely destroyed. That was not the intention. The entire city had fallen off the map. Quite literally. It was only supposed to be heavily wounded, with no chance of rebuilding within the decade. The attack was supposed to be more or less a display of power. And you can't have a display without an audience. And dead people make a poor audience. After the initial bombing the aliens were going to be given an ultimatum. Stay out of the way or be destroyed, maybe even enslaved. The initial team sent in to find anything of worth, namely a survivor, had found one. And that survivor had killed all but one of that team. The sole survivor of Location Alpha's destruction matched the description of the land's monarch. A description which might've been tossed out the window if it were not for the recorded radio chatter from the night of the attack. The survivor had gone on about pop culture icons and prehistoric animals attacking them before they had even arrived. The recorded chatter all but confirmed the crazy man's ramblings. Though it was still difficult to digest, many soldiers still refusing to believe such a far fetched tale. Some, but not as many, still found it difficult to believe a hostile EMP was able to temporarily shut down their ground assault. After all, the architecture seen had hinted at a more medieval society. The monarch's presence meant that the shock and awe and subsequent "negotiation" were utter failures. However, if their monarch was still alive, then she only need be located once again. Wherever she resided would be destroyed, many of her subjects killed. This time heavy bombing would be left off the table, it was far too effective. They would continue the slaughter until she begged for them to stop. And when she did, the "negotiation" would finally commence. And no matter how things fared, they would make an example of the alien Queen who so arrogantly killed american soldiers.