//------------------------------// // Chapter Two: Loading GDI // Story: Twilight's Tiberium // by Oversight //------------------------------// Griffon Homeland, Capital -- After fighting News of my victory pleased Terror Feathers, but he wasn’t too keen with the deal. “We should strike them when they’re at their weakest.” “No!” I shouted in protest. “There will be no more senseless violence!” “Yes, when they’re completely eliminated.” We were seated in the same throne room, albeit now with crashed windows and holes in masonry created by Nod’s Cobra Artillery siege. There was lack of any food on the table we sat, only fine wine that I refused to drink. “No!” I shouted once more, not ladylike. “How would you react if it were your own griffons that you had to go against?!” “It’s ponies in this case,” female griffon commented with disgust. “I’d deal with them, it happened before.” Terror Feathers replied calmly after a gulp from his cup. “This isn’t fair…” I took deep moment to calm down and gather my thoughts logically. “Not that you could do anything against them now. Griffon forces being heavily underpowered, suffered huge loss, and population in turmoil.” He took a moment before replying, “But we have you.” “Were you even listening?! I have succeeded this much only because I ambushed them, and even then I suffered severe injuries three times already! And how will I attack their camp when they have enough weapons for every militia there that can pierce my shield! And now that they’re guarded, I won’t succeed! And your griffons have even less chance than I do!” I yelled, after which I gasped for air. Tsar fell silent for long few minutes. “We demand a meeting with Princess Luna,” female griffon proclaimed. “Meeting here with her and other countries’ leaders.” “Not here. Canterlot,” Tsar only said with a nod. ~~~ Canterlot, Pony Capital -- Few weeks later; royalty meeting I expected no interest in our meeting from other nations’ leaders – expecting our neighboring countries to stay neutral and not indulge in fighting – as Luna sent the invitations to all nearby and few faraway lands. But instead, it was worse. As invitation issued topic of forming a cooperative organization to counter Nod’s Tiberium expansion, other nations divided themselves into the ones who support Nod and the ones who oppose them. All leaders that chose to oppose were seated in a long wooden table covered with cloth and served delicacies in the royal section of the kitchen in Canterlot castle, with the view of industrial side of the capital. Near the table sat War Chief Gunter of minotaurs, oppose of him Elder Kuradal of zebras and current Prance leader Pinafore’s messenger, brown coated and black maned unicorn Wailing Arrow. In one of far ends of the table sat princess Luna, and my sister-in-law princess Cadence in the other. I was seated near to the side of Luna, oppose of tsar Terror Feathers and next to Wag of diamond dogs. Four more seats were empty. “Should we begin?” tsar suggested over the idle ruckus. “You are aware of Nod’s hostile expansion into your dear lands,” I voiced, “and now that you all are here we can discuss this issue. The letter included your homework, so I want to hear it.” “Name’s Wag,” grey diamond dog began. “Us dwell across the various lands, me that represents such communities. Reasons being more that against the vile crystal than Nod; my hounds do extinct from its exposure. And Nod offered us lies. We expect better from pony. We can offer gems for your efforts.” “Thank you.” “Tsar Terror Feathers of Griffons. I was the first that suggested this alliance,” he stated. ‘Yeah, you,’ though assaulted my mind, it wasn’t really him, but I didn’t pressed the issue. “They started this by attacking my lands.” He picked and swallowed another random snack from the table. “And only thanks to pony assets, princess Twilight Sparkle here, that we scared their assault. But I fear it’s temporary, and that this alliance is a must. I offer my griffons’ might, albeit thin from the battle.” “Ok. Thank you.” “Gunter, the War Chief of minotaurs!” Blue muscular figure banged his chest. “My island is small and constantly attacked by random sea devils. But them get the crushing all the time. Nod sending their navy toys at us, all destroyed but never depleted; more and better assaulting my home with every new wave. We offer the muscle.” “I see. Thank you.” “The foe seeks zebra secrets, as Tiberium is adopted by our Elders. Evil crystal guiding people to utmost destruction, and zebras are no exception. Zebras will share bits of these secrets, but beware of their power. Elder Kuradal, you can call me.” Striped zebra finished. “Vague. But thank you.” She didn’t explained much with that. “I represent my lord,” Wailing Arrows voiced next. “We’ll follow you and assist in your struggle, that’s all.” “We follow Luna’s decisions,” Cadence added. “Grateful for thine time,” Luna rose her voice once everybody explained themselves. “We do not enjoy that this hath occurred. But we wish it gone. We cannot offer thou of Our power as it runs thin, and all of it is to support planet’s day and night cycles. Twilight Sparkle will work with all of thee closely, she’s the best all-rounded asset to this upcoming struggle.” She sipped her hot liquid after she finished. ~~~ Ponyville workshops After countless hours of variety of talks about the same thing I didn’t even listen, it was over. In conclusion, we chose the defying emblem of our organization as light brown eagle in its assault stance, and a name of Global Defense Initiative, or in short: GDI, and to avoid any more fighting by showing ‘the might of GDI’. Currently I was tasked to invent weapons, armor and vehicles to ‘scare Nod’ as they said. ‘To throw stones at sleeping and hungry timberwolves’ I would have said instead. And I knew it won’t bring anything nice, but I’m not the one to question things. Obedient. “And here’s the model of your design for basic rifles, and suiting armor for Riflepony Squad.” I was led along the hallway and display pedestals, eyeing various concepts of new probably-soon-to-be-used-to-kill inventions. “This version here is zero-point-one-point-three, currently did the best in testing,” my guide commented. I levitated it in air to inspect. Inner mechanism matching the design of Nod’s rifles based on sketches I stole from Nod but with added modifier to allow four-shot burst fire instead of single one in between reloads that Nod has. Also, to impress and scare our foes, all logical convenience thrown asunder, it was of a higher caliber and heavy. It looked like a fancy cuboid. “I see flaws: its weight and design is only suitable for unicorns. But I wouldn’t press the issue if it’s the final design.” I placed the weapon back down on the pedestal. Next I was eyeing new armor. It was very similar to Nod’s but had light brown ascents, it was made of durable plastic and various metal combinations instead of hard cloth that Nod wore, and it covered more of the pony body and including head, but at the cost of less mobility. “Is rifle loaded?” I asked. “Uhmm… No… but there’s spare loaded magazines for inspection. I don’t really know why would you need them for, but…” He trailed off when he heard me load the magazine in the rifle and then aiming at the armor. “I wouldn’t advice-” Burst followed by four loud cracks hit the armor. “Massive recoil,” I said simply, even when the gun didn’t budged off of my levitation. The armor was knocked off of its holders and destroying glass behind the pedestal as it fell. I lifted the armor for closer inspection. Three bullets in the same spot pierced its front plating, but fourth a bit off just stuck two thirds deep into the plating. “Armor is decent for what it is. Better than what my shields can handle, so that’s an achievement.” I released three more burst into unoccupied armor before reload was required – third burst issuing three bullets instead of four, and mag having fifteen bullets in it total. “Why so cruel, your highness?” My guide was startled and sweating visibly on his face. “I wanted to test it how it works,” I replied grimly. “Of course it works. But why would you test it here?! Some pony could’ve got hurt. And it isn’t like we’ll be using this stuff against Nod, Luna made that clear. But you’re acting as if we’d have to, and with such bold coldness to it. “But you’re the princess of Friendship and Harmony; you’re kind. I’ve seen what you did to defeated villains; you treated them like your own wounded friends and offered them purification and a second chance to integrate themselves within the society...” he trailed off of his rant when he glanced at me once more. I gave him cold irritated glance, he shrunk under it as I hovered my head over his ball form. “She’s not there fighting, but I am. I truly wish this wasn’t necessary, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.” I removed myself from him and exited the hallway as there wasn’t anything of interest to inspect anymore. Before I made my way to the heavy industry section, thoughts assaulted me, ‘He’s right, what am I doing? Steeping as low as Nod: to kill, no questions asked. No! I’m here to save ponies, but… but if others must die to save them…’ I growled irritably as I made my way inside. Toxic Tiberium emits swam within the air inside. Many workers in protective hazard suits operating in Refinery’s forge, creating various metals with an aid of magic, and then shaping them into forms to be added for constructing machinery here. I wasn’t needed any hazard suits as this Tiberium humidity fueled my magic reserves, instead. “Highness,” muffled voice of a pony from within one of the suits called me as it neared me, “I highly advice you using proper protective gear in here. And when you’re done we can begin.” I ignored his advice as I stared at the bulky vehicle designs. One of them I knew as APC – Armoured Personnel Carrier. It towering five times my size, and its width was eight times mine. Its overall design was a box, yet again, and this unit was unfinished, too. But in my design sheets it also had turrets – same GDI rifles, but with even bigger caliber and size – surrounding it from all sides; two in front, six on both sides and four in the back. Small window gaps, that weren’t present in this model yet, were to give personnel – soldiers – means to aid already terrifying might of APC’s turrets in battle. Inside were twelve seats and ample of space to carry a throng of creatures in it. “Highness!” Hazard suit grabbed me and shook forcefully out of my glee. “I insist!” “I’m fine, hooves off of me,” I replied with venom in my voice. He did as ordered. “I see progress here is going slower than what I anticipated.” “Well, we have hard time synthesizing tougher material, as you requested, but I don’t see the purpose of it. If we’re building, and then mass producing, these things only for sole purpose to scare Nod with our ‘quantity might’, why bother?” “I see. As to your question, Nod isn’t sane beings you think you know, I’ve seen them. They hoof over their fallen like they weren’t even there, so we must be prepared for the worst.” That earned me a gasp from the hazard pony. I moved to another vehicle; It being Humvee, not my design. It was supposed to be an agile land rover, surpassing best runners and matching the best pegasi flyers in speed. It looked done but its front part exposed. “Humvee?” I asked. “Unless an engine is made to meet its expectations, it’s failure. The slim design itself has little room for any created engine, including yours. And engine is also the problem with APC here; with current known engines, it’s impossible to reach higher speed than seven miles per hour on APC, and that’s if it’s empty with a driver only and on even terrain. Given its to-carry purpose, it’s useless.” “I’ll see to it.” I spun around slowly, inspecting each metal pile of supposed something. It would’ve been an insult asking what each of that should have been and why it wasn’t finished, or started, given that there were only seven volunteers for such job, and only thee at that time. I nodded respectfully to each passing resident in the workshop as I exited the facility. ~~~ Everfree Forrest, near Ponyville; Twilight’s laboratory -- The next day This Forrest: my domain. I spent so long here that it could as well be called my home. And absolutely nobody can enter. It had been shielded with my magic since my first research with Tiberium. Told that it guards unfathomable evil, and if I was asked why I spend so long in here, told that I was needed here to regularly reinforce containment spell on that evil. And as such it thrived with peace, as much as you dare calling mythical beings alive and loose here peaceful. And one another serpentine deity with mismatched limbs of various animals and beasts that could never understand the meaning of ‘No’. “Discord!” I shouted at him as he was constructing balloon-like animals from adamantium and pilling everything into steel basket along other gold, silver or bronze trinkets of his designs. “Oh, welcome back, you!” He twisted his head backwards to regard my annoyed approach, putting a grin on his face. “I’m glad you’re here. You are really the hot stuff lately.” He poked my flank from the right side with his elbow of his arm that had no logical reason to be detached from his body and still function. But he was the being of chaos and disharmony; logic was like poison to him, so illogic and inconsistency was his nature, chaotic. But years told me – he wants no harm but a friend; to be my best friend. “We could have used your magic to stop conflicts in griffon lands,” I said nonchalantly. “I’m not as useful as I was since the so proclaimed lord of destruction.” He transformed one of the surrounding trees into a black unicorn pony. “Shorty,” he described. “What do you want this time? Another tour to the other side of the continent to retrieve a flower that then becomes a giant predator-worm-plant just because you pretended that you’re sick, again?” Discord shook his head, before fixing a very serious (and definitely rare for him) stare. “I need you to stop what you’re doing, don’t give means to people to fight; it will not bring good results.” I frowned at that. “You don’t understand-” “It is you who don’t,” he cut me off. “I’ve existed for longer than any other being on this planet has. And I can foresee what will happen: the end of everything.” He summoned a thin plate-like device that demonstrated massacre of the past, similar to the one I participated not too long ago, and flashbacks returned of my sins that I committed and got no punishment for there. “When we’re ignorant of the past, the history repeats,” he continued with his serious tone. “And I know how it ended; strongest won and then prosper, leaving old in destruction and forming their own new perfection.” With a snap of his griffon talons he summoned two golden canes. Both had my face on one side for design and one with red, while the other with blue, hexagon shaped gems on the other. They descended slowly into my hooves, soaking my attention of their glory. Once I touched them with my magic and before I could say anything, they changed into two unidentified weapons; very light, similar in design of rifles but far shorter and smaller, golden. Design of blue gemmed one had a serpent that wriggled along its length and its tail ended like a sharp dagger into where should had been magazine to load ammo, but wasn’t. Red was designed with misshaped cat with a big head and wide toothy but creepy smile, and its body was bony and it held butcher’s knife with its tail in place where ammo magazine would have been. “Why old jokes?” I asked, smiling with sinister glee. “Disguise. Blue here’s Thomas and Crimson one Alice, these are ‘Submachine Guns’, my own design. You know what to do with them when the right time comes.” He snapped his talons again, armor appearing on me. It was similar in color to my original, but different in design and weighting less. It consisted of many small magically enchanted metallic pieces that allowed ample of flexibility. Purple armor had magic trim that portrayed my cutie mark and some crystals, that I guessed were Tiberium, it reacted to me using magic with a green glow. With another snap he vanished with a pop. I glanced around, his mess cleaned. With deep breath I prepared for another long week coming for designing engines. ‘He doesn’t understand, I must save everybody.’ ~~~ Minotaur Island I probably expected something different from minotaurs. Granted their massive bodies, seeing their small living quarters and tiny tools in proportion of their size and mass was something else. Also, lack of movement and activity that was going on there didn’t reflect to their frenzied nature I expected. “Princess!” Gunter called. “This district is for the retired. I would too hate this fate of life.” He gesture with his hand for me to follow him. “Fun’s this way.” We exited the boarding bay and passed calm streets of Nida district and into barracks area. Whole city as far as eye can see was these barracks. “Here’s the heart of every minotaur in their prime,” He swung his hand along the scenery. Many minotaurs milling around in discipline, sports or training activities. “Come, I’ll take you to Staddler, you can share your geeky interests with her.” I was tasked to support minotaurs with their naval ships that were vandalized by Nod. And, with my designs, to add minotaur naval might to GDI forces. We flanked the next nth corner of many same looking blue camouflage tents, before we reached Staddler in the same looking tent with her assistants. “Hey toddler, your mare has arrived!” Gunter shouted to the minotaurs inside. “My name’s Staddler, dad,” brown coated female minotaur replied. She was slimmer and smaller compared to other minotaurs, but her face reflected her older age, past teenagehood. Gunter left with a snort. “I’m sorry for him,” Staddler addressed me. “It’s good for you to be here. But right to business – you see, all of our ships are inferior to what Nod is sending with the waves.” She sighted. “The only reason we’re winning is because of us, minotaurs; we’re great swimmers and very durable brutes, as you know very well.” “Well… yes.” I took a seat at one of the chairs near chalkboard. She sighted again. “Why Nod are attacking us is because of what we invented.” She took a pause. “Tiberium drugs.” “I’ve seen Nod having some recipes on these things.” “They surely don’t have ours, if they’re sending their army here. Ours is called ‘Buffer’ and it allows its consumer to unlock all strength and agility potential, but not like adrenaline. More.” Staddler shrugged off her assistant who was pulling Staddlers dress to get attention. “A minotaur can sustain a barrage of bullets before dying, and even a few direct explosive hits.” “That’s powerful. I understand why you want to protect this secret.” “Yeah, but there’s more to it. You probably noticed how quiet Nida is once you boarded.” I nodded. “Side effects in continuing use include early retirement; users lose all motivation to do anything and are constantly tired, even while resting that they are always doing. Basically, they become soulless.” She took papers that her assistant was using to obscure her vision with. She took long glances at them, before continuing, “I want to stop the use of Buffer, so I’ve spent my whole time here designing ship to compensate the use of the drug. I want to protect them, and I’m requesting your help.” I nodded. “You are a lot like me; I too am helping everybody to save themselves.” She smiled and then dropped the papers on one of the tables that her assistant was insisting on handing. “Here are my designs and also these of Nod’s” ~~~ Prance Capital, militaristic sector Wailing Arrow lead me through another avenue of militaristic bunkers and establishments, all while briefly explaining each one of them, until we reached Black Ops sector and had to stop. He nodded to two black-robed ponies at the bunker doors. They scattered leaving us alone again, after few seconds doors began to slowly open. “And we’re finally at our destination,” Wailing Arrow announced. “Boys are very ‘careful’ with anyone wandering this place. We’d require you to go through the scanners. There we’ll know your physical, biological and psychic information, and that you’re not a changeling or something.” I stood on platform that was connected to a mainframe and between two metal blocks that hummed and emitted a line of light that traveled up and down along my body. Scanning took longer than that of Wailing’s who went before me, and all while ponies in black laboratory suits were actively chatting between themselves and glancing at me and then at the screens with readouts. “Is something wrong?” I asked Wailing, after I decided that scanning took too long already. Wailing went to the specialist at the mainframe and then got back with answers. “You’ve passed. It’s just that they found a glitch with psionic power measurement, it not fitting numbers in the given frame,” he explained. “Ok now follow.” We were flanked by four black-robed military ponies. They carried very long cylindrical poles with other boxy attachments that I was getting very familiar with as rifles. But these guns were different in length and had a finer design than just another box of lethal destruction. “What weapons are these?” I pointed my hoof at one of such weapons tied on one of the soldiers back. Wailing Arrow looked at the soldier, he gave him a nod and untied his weapon and handed it to me. “Sniper Rifle,” soldier simply said. Weapon weighted quite a bit, like a grown stallion would. “We were right going into engineering labs for that, but since you want to know about it now, I can explain a bit before we get there. These are long range rifles, used from a stationary location to eliminate anything with brutal force over the long distance, and there’s a scope to land these blows.” I flipped the weapon nth time like it was a broom, it giving me weird looks from soldiers, as Wailing continued. “Ammo is enchanted by our best Pyromage to pierce hard plating.” “Can we test it?” I asked. “And I have something I’d want to test myself, too.” “Of course.” We flanked another dark corner, passing many big objects covered with dark cloth. Whole facility was dimly lit and many residents wore black robes or armor that covered most of their bodies. And many of them stared at me as my horn and sniper rifle I was levitating was glowing soft magenta and my armor bright neon green. “Here’s it!” The area was big, branching into three segments of it: indoors and outdoors shooting ranges, and tutorial chambers outside. We were moving to indoor shooting range. There were many obstacles and moving fake creatures behind, each marked with crossed circles as targets for most vulnerable spots. “I want my sniper back,” soldier requested. I gave it back to him. He loaded the gun and then put the sniper’s weight onto support stall, sitting on his haunches. After some seconds he fired, the gun roared, knocking the gun and his tight grip aback by few inches, and fake rabbit’s head disappeared in a volley of splinters. “Bullseye!” he cheered. “We can’t know since you broke it,” I said mockingly. He smiled and handed his gun to me again. “I want to see you do better.” I put the gun on stall and sat, like he did. Through scope I could see the arena better; it portrayed some hills, trees, buildings and various animals wandering within. I forced my hoof on the lever to shoot. The gun roared. Miss. Again. Miss. Few more times. Miss. Again. Click. I spent all ammunition. “Well, at least recoil doesn’t bother you one bit,” soldier commented, “but it’s not for you, princess.” I grunted and then levitated my canes, they transforming into submachine guns. I aimed them at the fake scenery there. Nothing happened. ‘How do I use these?’ I forced more magic into them – nothing. Then even more – nothing. I grunted and with a force slammed both sharp ends into a stall, it piercing it and collapsing upon itself, before I released my magic off the guns and they transformed back into canes. “Sorry, I don’t even know how to load them,” I said apologetically. My escort and ponies that currently were there all stared at me bemused. “What are these things made from?” Wailing asked. “They pierced thick layer of steel like it’s nothing.” “Magic” was my answer to that. ~~~ We entered the labs. It was a huge hangar of Tiberium-driven technological litter. Wailing Arrow briefly explained some of more interesting devices along the alleyway that we used to reach the most important part of my visit. And the hangar wasn’t all black and gloomy as the rest of the Black Ops territory. “Power armor suit of ‘Zone Trooper,’” Wailing explained, after I and my escort took a long gleeful overview at it. Armor had matching GDI brown coloring that apparently was adapted as defying color of GDI. It was bulky and allowed little movement, also completely sealing the soldier inside. Rifles were called ‘Railguns’ and shot gem-powered magic bursts, albeit slow due to charge time and overheat. “If you’d like to test the armor, princess, just say a word, we have working units,” one of the workers suggested. “Yes please.” I was lead to the edge of the hangar to a testing area. “This should fit you.” “I’m not going to wear it.” I yanked a sniper rifle from one of my escort, startling him, but he did not complained. I aimed and hit the armor at point-blank range, knocking the armor through the testing area. Thought entered my mind, ‘Weeks ago I hesitated on using a gun, and now I’m testing armor against more powerful weaponry, and that I helped create.’ I banished the thought with a shake of my head. I levitated the armor closer for inspection. The bullet was reduced to a flat piece of metal. The armor itself resisted the bullet and it didn’t pierced, but the impact bent the armor enough to hurt any pony that would’ve been there. “Good enough,” I summarized. ~~~ Zebra tribe “I cannot show anything more,” Kuradal said. She was placing brown clay orbs with chemicals inside that, once shattered, react with air and explode. “And these react with Tiberium too, and bigger explosions blinds our foe,” she explained as she placed green clay orbs next. “These do ignite inferno upon Nod.” She placed red clay orbs next to the green. “And these confuse them to the world around, too.” She finally placed black clay orbs next to red ones. “The rest is a secret to only but our own. Our zebras are equipped with four types of these and are highly trained in the art of use of it, and will aid your struggle with their mastery. But beware, as untrained in possession of these are in danger to its ignorant mind and these around.” “Thank you.” ~~~ Cloudsdale -- Many days later Mayor of Cloudsdale unwillingly signed papers. It took official word from Luna herself directly visiting him to tell him that the Wonderbolts would be picked for intimidation act against Nod. He knew that it wouldn’t bring good results, but he wasn’t the one to question the princess. Obedient. That also earned me time to get few words with Luna from her busy schedule. “[…] And then diamond dogs are supplying us with gems, as they promised,” I explained what I did with the leaders of GDI to Luna. I didn’t mentioned the part with Discord and what he gifted me, and that ‘incident’ at the shooting range. “We’ve seen thine progress,” Luna began, after long silent trot along Cloudsdale’s main street, after I finished explaining, “and as much as We applaud thine efforts, it’s unwanted.” “Why?” I asked perplexed. “Thou act like a military general than a loving princess,” she said. We passed few more living quarters before she added, “Art thou preparing for war?” “I’m preparing for the worst case scenario, yes.” Luna sighed deeply and loudly, requiring her to stop to do so. “Twilight, thou art dismissed from the alliance.” “What?! But-” “That’s final!” Her carriage arrived behind her as she shouted. She boarded inside and with a nod ordered her bat pony guards to take off, leaving me surrounded by many pegasi eyes that heard us. ‘She can’t’ was the only thing on my mind. ~~~ An excerpt from a book ‘Tiberium Now’ by Kane Hooves: […] Tiberium’s potential is far greater than we first came to understand, it’s divine even. Tiberium can alter and increase ponies’ basic capabilities, but unlike drugs, these can be permanent mutations. Imagine Militant Squad ignoring all the pain that’s inflicted on them. Well, if lab rat that survived three shots through its body and lived is to go with as an example, then it’s possible. […] At this moment of testing only earth ponies with great intellect stayed sane, while all others now suffer memory loss and act like children, but not all is lost; they still have muscle memory and perform greatly in training course, better than before even. However, volunteers are becoming scarce with each failed experiment, and these pointless fights with griffons are slowing us down even more. But this new Blue Tiberium Crystal might just be what we need. […] Yes, tests are performing splendid. Blue Tiberium Crystal is what we needed. Alterations are in progress, slower though. […] Subjects claim to be hearing voices, as if Tiberium itself calls them or other far greater unknown; I can’t wait to know more. […] There’s no more new development. Experiment provided acceptable results; our soldiers enhanced their combat skills to most perfection, and suffered no severe brain damaging consequences. Although, their talent-defying cutie marks disappeared and they can no longer do their specialty, or integrate into our thriving community. They became drones of war now. I don’t like that one bit, but when I brought issue to the head labcoat, I got rejected as I’m only a spokespony and just a face for Nod… Hardly truth, but I fear if I was to act against it again, inner conflict will arise again, and its compromise lead to Silver Moon. Mission Accomplished -- Debriefing… Intelligence Database: v Brotherhood of Nod vv Units vvv Infantry Militant Squad Basic Infantry. Strong vs. Infantry. Abilities: Currently locked. Upgrades: Currently locked. vvv Vehicles Cobra Artillery Medium Artillery. Strong vs. Structures. Abilities: Currently locked. Upgrades: Currently locked. Tiberium Harvester Resource Vehicle. Weaponless. Abilities: >> Gathers Tiberium. vv Structures vvv Main Structures Refinery Resource Structure. Processes and stores Tiberium vvv Support Structures Silo Resource Structure. Stores Tiberium v Global Defense Initiative vv Units vvv Infantry Riflepony Squad Basic Infantry. Strong vs. Infantry. Abilities: Currently locked. Upgrades: Currently locked. Black Ops Sniper Squad Advanced Infantry. Strong vs. Infantry. Abilities: >> Stealth in Dark and Garrison Upgrades: Currently locked. Zone Trooper Heavy Infantry. Strong vs. Vehicles, Structures. Abilities: Currently locked. Upgrades: Currently locked. Zebra Alchemist Advanced Infantry. Strong vs. Infantry, Structures. Abilities: >> Clear Garrison >> Confusion Granade >> Extra Effect on Tiberium Crystals Upgrades: Currently locked. vvv Vehicles APC Transport Vehicle. Strong vs. Infantry. Abilities: >> Garrison Infantry Upgrades: Currently locked. Tiberium Harvester Resource Vehicle. Weaponless. Abilities: >> Gathers Tiberium. Humvee Scout Vehicle. Weaponless. Abilities: Currently locked. Upgrades: Currently locked. vv Structures vvv Main Structures Refinery Resource Structure. Processes and stores Tiberium vvv Support Structures Silo Resource Structure. Stores Tiberium v Special vv Units vvv Infantry Princess Twilight Sparkle Super Infantry. Strong vs. Everything. Abilities: >> Alicorn Shield >> Stun Spell >> Teleport >> Fly Upgrades: >> Thomas and Alice Chaos Submachine Guns >> Chaos Enchanted Tiberium Armor