War is what made Earth and Humanity, what it is today. War is not strange to us. We are use to the Gore, the Weapons of Mass Destruction, the Death. But Equestria is not, they don't know what War can really feel like, and Twilight is the first.
Twilight is about to experience another world's war, about to meet that world's species, and she hopes that they can help get back home to hers before a war in her world happens due to her disappearance.
But first she must survive the onslaught and destruction that happens in one of histories bloodiest wars of Earth.
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(For those returning and for those new to my story, the cover i am using is a creation of my own that I photoshopped together. It is now one of my most important creations in my library that I am proud that I edited together, and again for new ones, hope you enjoy the story and have a nice day.)
(Also, I'm starting to revise my past chapters [Because they sounded horrible with spelling and grammer], so the chapter with word "Revised", I edited that chapter again and hopefully made it better.)
Clayton is startled awake by the loud voice, opening his eyes and quickly looking around his surroundings, waking him from his sleep.
After a few more seconds of looking, he closes his eyes and breaths
His observation and realization calms him down, for now.
He moves around in place on the cold metal bench he sits on, lifting his hands to his eyes to rub and wake up from the sleep. His hands feeling the black smears of camouflage he putted on his face.
He takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes again to look around his surroundings, in more detail. But could only see blackness from the dark night sky that fills the entire inside of the plane he is being transported on.
Clayton looks to his right, and also sitting on the same long bench he is on is the silhouettes of his fellow American Paratroopers, assuming that they are asleep or awake. The same thing when he looks to his left, and then in front of him, another long metal bench on the opposite side of the plane, filled with more Paratroopers.
A cold wind blows through the inside of the plane. Clayton shivers from the coldness of the morning temperature and the ocean they fly over.
He attempts to adjust the amount of gear he is wearing in hopes of getting comfortableness and warmness to counter the cold breeze that flows throughout the inside, coming from the the only door and exit, located at the back of the plane.
Clayton looks in the direction of the door. leaning a bit forward in his seat, standing next to the door, looking upon the ocean sea they fly over, was their DZSTL, or Drop Zone Support Team Leader, but also known as a Jumpmaster.
He is going to be the Drop Zone's Commander when they land in the marked drop zones the Paratroopers were assigned to, and act as a Ground Commander and have what ever missions that were assigned to be completed. If they all survive the trip to their drop zone, and the way down if they aren't under heavy fire.
Clayton never knew who he was.
Nor did he know any of the other Paratroopers that are in the Transport plane too. Even though all being Airborne Paratroopers from the same country, Jump school, and training.
They were all Paratroopers that was from different graduate classes over the years and put into reserves. And he preferes not to get to know any, that they all might die, somehow.
Clayton could feel and hear the C-47s Transport plane's powerful engines against the bench on he sits on, and that its located just behind Clayton on the outside of plane on the wing.
Turning around in his seat, he looks out one of the small circular windows just behind, and to see more friendly C-47 Transport Planes cruising in formation next to his, that are loaded with more American Airborne Paratroopers.
For three years, the Allied Nations have been planning this operation, gathering troops, resources, equipment, ships, weapons, ammo, vehicles, and Intel. Knowing that many of the troops have just come out training, and was stationed in England, waiting for their time to come.
Clayton didn't have much combat experience himself either. His first mission and jump was the Invasion of Sicily in Italy, but Clayton only came in as reinforcements to the Paratroopers and Ground Forces who have already cleared out the enemy forces, and was on guard duty for the captured Italian Forces. That was as close he got to the enemy, but with just pointing his rifle at them.
But now, he was about to get some real combat experience, and this wave of C-47s was the first wave to launch, with the second wave to launch later.
He was in the first wave of C-47s to land in the countryside of France and Normandy, and the first American soldiers to step foot in the Nazi-controlled Continent of Europe. If, again, they live to even touch the ground.
He looks out the window at the other C-47s, thinking about the other Paratroopers riding in them, he knows that most of them will not make it back to England, injured, captured, missing or killed. Knowing that he might not make it too. He ignores the thought of it.
He turns back around, gets more comfortable in his seat, puts both his hand on his parachute straps, holding them, then leans back against the hull, and closes his eyes.
It has been two years since he last saw his family, his mother and little sister the only family he has and mostly cares about, not really having any aunties, uncles or cousins, with his mom being the only child his grandpa had.
For his dad, he died when Clayton was just 10 years-old, when a Boiler at the factory he worked at, exploded. They couldn't find his body, it was the day when his little sister was born.
Now here he is 10 years later, on a Transport plane about to jump into hell itself. Clayton just hoping and only wishes that he will survive this operation and war, and to just hug his family again.
*Boom*
Clayton is suddenly pushed forward and falls on the catwalk of the plane, what seems felt like a very powerful explosive force.
He looks up and sees that some of the other Paratroopers have fallen onto the metal catwalk too. He tries to stand up but another explosion goes off making Clayton fall to the ground again.
"They spotted us already!" Said a Paratrooper, getting up from the Catwalk. But for another flak round to explode, making him stagger onto bench.
Clayton gets on his knees and climbs up to a window looking out, to only see chaos over the skies.
He could see flak round exploding from their timed-detonated rounds, light up the night sky and leaving a poof of black smoke in its wake. Seeing Anti-Aircraft fire zooming past other friendly C-47s as they try to maneuver and dodge incoming Anti-Aircraft guns, while spotlights, lighting the night, trying to spot the Transport planes
But almost every minute he counted in his head, he sees a friendly C-47 be shot down, damaged, or crash due to the wave after wave of heavy AA fire, wondering to himself if he will make it out of this, somehow.
He ignores the thought of dying, and just thinks of his country, his home, his mom and sister. He just can't die, not by Nazi weapon or soldier, not by crashing in the earth, not by being blown to bits, not like this. He promised his sister.
Clayton gets knocked out of his thoughts when the Airplane starts to lean to right, making him fall on his back and everyone else to grab hold of something or stagger.
"Argh, if they keep on hammering us like this, they are going to knock us off course and away from our drop zone." Said the Jumpmaster, staggering to his left.
"Red Light!"
Clayton hears the Paratrooper, and looks up again, moving aside his helmet to see. He sees the light bulb next to the exit door light up red, signaling for the preparation to jump.
"Everyone stand up!" Yelled the Jumpmaster, as he tries to stand on his feet.
The Paratroopers all struggle to stand up, staggering when the plane shakes or tilts, as it tries to dodge incoming Anti-Aircraft fire. But then they all finally manage to stand up in a straight line facing forward to the Jumpmaster.
"Everyone, Hook up-"
Another explosion goes off to their right, making the Paratroopers fall to the left onto the benches.
"Everyone hookup, now!" Yells the Paratooper at the door.
The Paratroopers all quickly get back in line. They take out their Parachute clips, that will deploy their Parachutes when they jump out the door.
They all clip them to a rail just above them, but Clayton was nervous and could feel the adrenaline going through him, making him fumble with his clip. But he finally clips it, and looks forward.
"Check equipment!"
They all begin to check the soldier's gear and parachute in front of them, making sure that nothing is loose or hanging out.
Clayton quickly checks the Paratrooper's equipment in front of him, feeling the Paratrooper behind him check his too, then all look forward again.
"Wait for the green li-"
Another explosion off to their left, making them stumble, Clayton to grip his hook even harder.
Then another explosion goes off to their right, knocking Clayton foward into the Paratrooper in front of him.
"Come on, man, we are going to die in this plane!" A paratrooper yelled.
"How much longer!"
"We're getting shredded by AAs!"
Some of the paratroopers start to get nervous and inpatient of the amount of heavy AA fire they are taking, thinking they will be shot down and crash.
Death from Above. Its what U.S. Airborne Paratroopers are. Dropping behind enemy lines. The Elite of the Elite for the U.S. Air force.
They've been training for this specific operation for years. Years of getting information and recon to know what they are up against. And this night Airborne drop operation was their first closer to hopefully winning this war. The beginning of the end. For the Nazi Regime. For the end of World War II.
But for it beginning the operation like this, this was going to be a long night for 101st Airborne Division.
"Green Light!"
Clayton looks up to the light, lighting up green, signaling to jump.
"Go, Go, Go!"
The first Paratrooper in line moves up towards the Jump/Exit door, and jumps out, the clip he hooked on the rail pulling out his Parachute, and jumping into night.
Slowly, each paratrooper jumps from the door, and slowly the line moves and Clayton gets closer and closer to the door to jump, anxious to get out of the plane, feeling that at any second that the plane will be hit by flak. But being the 7th Paratrooper in the line now, he has to wait.
After a few more jump from the plane, the line starts to move faster and get smaller.
Their were just two Paratroopers in front of Clayton that needed to jump, then it will be his turn.
But then the line stops, for Clayton to look up at front to see why. The Paratrooper at the door stopped the line, and just standing at the door.
"What are you doing, Soldier!" Yelled the Jumpmaster near the door. "Go, jum-"
A explosion goes off behind Clayton, knocking the hesitant Paratrooper and the others, including Clayton forward onto the catwalk. With some falling and tripping over the fallen bodies and the force.
"AAAHHHHH!"
Clayton hears a scream behind him. He gets up on his knees and looks behind, turning his head.
But going into shock and horror.
Behind him, he could see that the explosion shredded the side of the plane's hull, making some holes. But noticing that all of the Paratroopers behind Clayton are all on the ground, not moving. Every single one of them.
Clayton presuming that they were all dead, and just one Paratrooper screaming in pain, holding his right leg on the ground. As blood under the pile of bodies and the injured paratrooper begin to pour and slide towards him, over the metal catwalk.
Clayton quickly turns back forward to not look at the damage, and standing back up.
When Clayton stands back up, he sees the Paratrooper Jumpmaster near the door get back up and grab the hesitant Paratrooper on the ground and throw him out of the plane, deploying his Parachute.
"Come on!" Yells the Jumpmaster near the door to Clayton, and the still-only-alive Paratrooper in front of Clayton. The last two remaining Paratroopers move forward, including Clayton, move forward. The Paratrooper in front of Clayton jumps, and now it was Claytons' turn.
He quickly gets to the door, but before he could even look outside the door, a flak round explodes just to the right of him and to the door, knocking him back into the side hull of the plane with a powerful force, knocking him unconscious
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"Promise me you will come home, Clayton?" His mom says to him, hugging him in a loving hug, not wanting to let go.
"I promise mom, I will be home when we win the war this christmas, I promise." Clayton responded to his mother, hugging her tightly again, knowing that this might will be the last time she will see.
They both finally let go of each other, then for his little sister to quickly hug just after his mother lets go of him, making Clayton stagger a little bit.
"Will you promise me too that you will be back to open presents with us for Christmas?" Her little sister says to His big brother, looking up to him. For Clayton to smile back and kneels on one leg.
"I promise I will, Casey." Clayton said, smiling to her. Her sister to smile back and pull him in for another hug, Clayton to hug back too.
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Clayton regains conscious and jerks his body fully awake. He looks around the catwalk to his left first, seeing the dead Jumpmaster who was just standing next to him moments ago.
Then he looks to his right more inside of the plane, seeing the dead Paratroopers on the ground, pools of blood they lay on. But also realizing he is the only left alive in the plane.
Noticing the Injured Paratrooper to have bleed out, but didn't want to know what happened to the pilots.
But also quickly realizing that...the plane is going down.
He quickly gets on his feet, grabs both sides of the door frame and jumps out the door without thinking or hesitating, his hooked clip deploying his parachute.
Just before the plane gets hit again by another flak round, destroying it completely.
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"This world...is perfect."
"The destruction..."
"The Chaos..."
"The killing..."
"The suffering..."
"The dying..."
"It feels so lovely to see all this happen..."
"And very lovely place for...her"
The Queen of the Changlings laughs at the solution of her...problem. Her dark glowing eyes looks upon the new world she has discovered, the main and final piece of her plan.
The plan of getting rid of the princess of the Elements of Harmony, by sending her to this new world of destruction, and to die in this ongoing onslaught that was happening, for to never return to the world of Equestria.
It was just perfect.
"Twilight Sparkle will not miss up my plan, not again...not like last time." Queen Chrysalis said, as she stares more into the portrayed portal in a mirror that displays the new-found world of destruction and death she has found.
As she observes more of the events that happen, the more she is curious herself.
What were the flying metal beasts?
What were the exploding flashes of light?
What were the streaks of bright yellow lines that fly across the night sky?
What were the strange inhabitants of this world?
She zooms inside more into the interior of the metal beasts insides to where the unknown...animals are coming from, seeing more of the strange beings, all lined up, hearing of what they're saying.
"Green light!" One of the beings yelled.
"Go, go, go!" The one standing on two legs near the opening yelled.
The first in the line walks up to the door and jumps out of the beast, for a white poof of something come out of the creatures back.
The more she watched, the more creatures jump out of beast, deploying more of the white clouds the come out of their back, realizing that the clouds make them float slowly to the earth below them.
But then one of the creatures stop, making Chrysilis pay attention to what is happening. The one that was standing near the door comes up to the stopping creature and yell something, for the Chrysalis to not hear due to the loud explosions that happen all around them.
But quickly after, one of the explosions hits near side of the metal beast, causing smoke to come out of one of wings. Looking back into the interior of the plane, she sees that some of the creatures are on the floor not moving. But for Chrysalis to presume they are dead, as she spots blood coming out of the dead things, seeing one of them screaming in pain on the floor holding his leg, also spotting blood coming out the creatures...weird-looking-hooves.
'Hmm, they also bleed the same color of blood as us' Chrysalis says in her head. She smiles at the death.
But then she feels somepony behind her. She looks away from the portal and into more of her dark and gloomy lair, and for one of her children to appear at the foot her throne.
'He's back...good'
"Did you complete your mission, my child." Queen Chrysalis to ask her child.
For it to smile. For her to smile back.
"Good, nothing will be able to stop me now..."
"Not the Elements of Harmony..."
"Not Princess Celestia or Luna..."
"Not Twilight Sparkle..."
"Nothing or nopony will."
She laughs loudly for it to echo across her lair, as she starts to transform into Twilight Sparkle. Her green aura to glow around her whole, until finally then completely into the Princess. Opening her green, glowing eyes.
"For I'm going to replace her at the Peace Meeting Conferance with the Griffin Kingdom..."
"And start a war between the ponies and the Griffins."
She smiles at masterful plan, her sharp teeth showing, of the coming destruction and chaos, just like the new world she has found.
Twilight hears the conductor, making her take her attention off her book and look up to conductor, who had just entered Twilight and her friends train cart.
"30 minutes, Princess Twilight Sparkle, until we will reach Camterlot." The Conductor said.
"Thank you, Sir." Twilight responded, before the Conductor began moving on to the other Train Carts to anounce the Train's next stop.
"Oh Celestia, finally!" Rainbow Dash said, who just woke up from her sleep, and for her to get off her seat and began to stretch out her legs and wings. "We've been on this train for so long."
"Really, we've only been on this train for like about..." Twilight looks up to the Clock on top of one of the cart entrances door. "...for about an hour and a half, wasn't that long." She said, then began reading her book again.
"Yes it was, but not for you because you've been reading that book ever since we left your tree house." Rainbow complained, for Twilight to just shrug, not taking her eyes off the book, then using her magic to flip to the next page.
"I agree wit' Rainbow Dash fer' that we are almost ta Canterlot, too," Applejack said, who was also just sitting there on her seat along with Fluttershy next to her.
"See, I'm not the only one who was bored of all this." Rainbow Dash said to Twilight, not taking her eyes off her book.
"Well not the same reason why you are complaining," Applejack said, getting off her seat to walk over to Rainbow Dash. "I'm complaining because I don't want to hear ya' be complaining anymore." She said, stopping next to Rainbow and put a hoof on her chest.
"What, because of me, why!" Rainbow Dash said, swatting away Applejack's hoof.
"Because you complained of being bored for one hour straight just 5 minutes after we just left the Train Station." Applejack said.
"Then why are you so cranky about me-" Rainbow Dash said, before realizing if what happened.
"Is it...is it because of yesterday!" Rainbow Dash said.
"Maybe..." Applejack growled.
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." Rainbow Dash said.
"Oh really, it took all of us 3 hours to just clean up the mess you made."
"And I don't hear Rarity complaining about it." Rainbow Dash pointed to Rarity, who was sitting next to Twilight.
"Well...I have just two complaints," Rarity said, getting off her seat too, then walking over to Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
"One is that you snore to loud when you sleep, two is that it TOOK ME 6 HOURS TO GET ALL THE APPLE BITS OFF ME AND OUT OF MY HAIR." Rarity said.
"I um...kind of agree with Rarity....uh Rainbow..." Fluttershy said quietly for her friends to hear, and also sinking down in her seat. "You do snore really loud like Mr. Bear when he sleeps."
"Why is everyone blaming me" Rainbow said, throwing her hoofs up in the air.
Everybody (or everypony) starts to talk and yell of their complaints of yesterday. But Twilight, who was still looking over her book of Protection Spells, starts to think in her head of what has happened, but first she realized something else.
"Uh, girls?," Twilight said to her friends, but they didn't hear as they continued to argue of yesterdays' Apple Incident.
Twilight could only remember of what Fluttershy told to her during the clean up.
it all started when Rainbow Dash tried create a tornado made out of water with Fluttershy observing Rainbow's new trick on the sidelines. Which Rainbow was successful of pulling off the tornado, but with Rainbow celebrating of pulling off her trick, and Fluttershy trying to warn her at the same time.
The tornado started to move towards the stands of where Applejack and Applebloom was selling Apples to the townsfolk, next to the road that leads to her family's farm, and with row after row of barrels filled with the sweet and juicy apples that the Apple family picked from their Apple Trees.
Fluttershy was finally able to get Rainbow's attention and stop her too-early celebration, but it was too late.
The tornado quickly sucked up the expecting the Apple Sellers, along with the barrels full of Apples. When Rainbow Dash noticed the runaway tornado, both Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash quickly chased after the tornado.
Both pegasi reached the pony-made force of nature, to see that the tornado was heading towards Ponyville. Rainbow Dash and fluttersy finally reached the tornado and both entered, and begin to try and stop the tornado by spinning fast enough around the water-made tornado in the opposite direction to try to undo the it.
But only resulted with Fluttershy smacking into Rainbow Dash and lose both of their momentum, and begin to spin with it.
Seconds later for the Water Tornado to smack against the townhall of Ponyville, stopping the tornado and releasing its captives, making all of them fly in all directions.
With Rainbow Dash crashing into a tree, Fluttershy onto a bed of flowers, Applejack and Applebloom into the nearby pond of water in the park. For all of the Apples to splatter onto Sugercube Corner, the passbying pony folk, more buildings, and then finally onto the Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Twilight, and Spike, who were having their lunch outside on a table near Sugercube Corner.
After a painful, long, back-breaking, tiring 5 hour cleanup of the town, they were able to make That part of town clean from the barrels-filed of Apples.
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"Girls," Twilight said louder, but still not able to hear her, "Girls!" She said even louder.
"GIRLS!" Twilight yelled, finally grabbing their attention, for all of them to look at unicorn.
"Where's Pinkie?" Twilight asked, making the group of friends stop their fighting and look around the Train Cart they are in, seeing if Pinkie was with them.
"Hmm, where is Pinkie?" Wondered Rainbow Dash, with everypony (body) wondering the same thing in their mind too.
"I thought she was sitting by Fluttersh-"
"Weeeeeeeeee!!!"
All the girls look to the entrance of their Train Cart , to see Pinkie riding into through their Train Cart on a Servers Food Cart.
The girls quickly step aside as the Cart-Riding Pinkie passes them and into the next cart.
*Crash*
They hear the cart crash into something in the next cart, and also for a big poof of white dust to fly out of the door.
"What is that?" Asked Twilight, who has put down her and got off her seat, walked over to the door where Pinkie went through.
Rainbow Dash takes a swipe at the white poof cloud, then taking a lick of it on her hoof.
"I think...I think its sugar." Rainbow Dash said, then taking another lick. "Yup sugar."
They peek their heads through the door, to see a destroyed Servers Cart, the whole storage room in white, and a upside-down Pinkie Pie with her coat covered in sugar.
"Are you alright, darling?" Rarity said, to see if she was alright.
"I am...GREAT!" Pinkie responded with joy, jumping up into the air with sugar falling off her coat, revelling spots of pink color on her coat.
"Oh boy."
The girls turn around to see two Server Ponies enter the cart room.
"Well, their goes 3 days of our sugar supplies." Said one of the Servers.
"I told you not to leave out the cart full of sugar." Said one of the servers to the other.
"What am I suppose to do when the Pink pony said "I'm Batman!", then threw sugar in my face."
"Well, we will talk about this later, lets clean this up for now."
Both Servers walked over to the sugar-covered room, and with the help of all 6 of the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony, and as a repayment for their friend's mess, they started to clean up the room.
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When the group of friends finally reached Canterlot Train Station, they were able to clean up Pinkie's Sugar mess.
Along with a promise to pay for their 3-days-lost of sugar supplies and any other damages by asking the Princesses, which they happily agreed to, then went their way to the Castle.
As Twilight and her friends walk through the fancy, beautiful and pretty buildings, homes, stores, and nature of Canterlot, Twilight is instead thinking of the reason and situation of why she is here in Canterlot.
From what Princess Celestia has wrote to her in letters to her at home, there have been some high tensions and reports happening between Equestria, along with the other Countries around the world, with the Griffin Kingdom. With its dangerously growing Civil War for the imprisonment of a Griffon Secretary.
From what Celetstia has told her.
Several incidents has happened over the last few days, making the subject more important to the Princesses when it happened to their subjects two days ago.
In a letter from Celestia, she told Twilight of an incident that happened between one of their Trading Ships to the Griffon Kingdom, with a Griffon Patrol Ship.
When on a routine Trade time back from the Griffon Kingdom for materials and Silver, a Griffon Patrol Ship on patrol stopped the Trading Ship, and with a little forceful procedures that happened, the Griffons boarded the ship.
The Captain of the trade ship didn't report of complaints or resist from the Pony Crew members to the Griffon boarding party, but it happened so quick, they just let them board.
After a quick search of the ship, the Griffins asked the Captain of the Ship if they were transporting anything else back to Equestria, which he replied to "No" as an answer.
Then all Tarturus broke loose after that.
After he answered, one of the Griffon Guards of the patrol ship found another Griffon tucked away in one of the crates, which turned out for the Griffon to be a Criminal Supporter to the Secretary.
The Pony Captain and his crewponies tried to tell them that they had no idea that the Griffon was onboard their ship. But after a few convincing talks between them, and with one pony nearly being thrown overboard and a fight, the situation calmed down to where they took custody of the Supporter and let the Trade Ship be on its way back to Equestria.
Twilight was thankful that nopony or Griffion got hurt, but ever since that happened, the Princesses realized it will become worse if they don't do something about anymore future incidents, that may lead to a declaration of war.
Twilight wings shivers at the thought of Equestria going to war, after being in thousands of years of peace and harmony. The princesses and the nation were not ready for such a large-contact war with the more experienced Griffon Kingdom.
"Twilight, darling, are you alright?" Rarity asked, grabbing the thinking Twilight's attention.
"Yea, Twilight, what's the frowny-Clowny face?" Pinkie said, hopping next to Twilight.
"I'm...it's just the Griffon Meeting thing, this is what is going to keep Equestria out of any danger of going to...war or something worse." Twilight said, sacredness in her voice.
"Oh it will be alright, if anything happens to you, we will be there for you and keep you safe." Applejack said.
"Yea, if any Griffion lays a claw on you or the princesses, we will give them a good pony-whoopin." Rainbow Dash said as she flies over Twilight and punching her hooves together.
"Thanks girls, but I should feel better tomorrow when we get rest, its almost sundown." Twilight said.
After a few more minutes of walking, they finally reach the doors of the Castle, and after a talk with guards guarding the doors, they finally enter the Castle.
They walk through the golden doors and enter the Main Throne Room, with its breath-taking and beautiful appearance of the enormous size of the Throne Room. And sitting on their rightful thrones, were the Princesses of Equestria, with Princess Celestia, the Ruler of Equestria and the Sun, sitting on her own Throne Chair, and next to her is Princess Luna, Co-Ruler of Equestria and Ruler of the Moon, and loving Sister to Celestia.
"Thank you six for being here, in times of uneasing tensions with all of us." Celestia said to the arrived-ponies.
"We are happy to be here Princess." Twilight said, for her friends to kneel and bow to the their Princesses.
"Rise, My Little Ponies, no need for formality." Celestia said, for them to rise onto their hooves. "Well, I have no reason for all of you to be standing now, go to your rooms and get some rest, it will be a long day tomorrow to the journey to Manehatten, my guards will escort you to your rooms."
They all nod in agreement and follow the leading-guards to their rooms, but Twilight remembered something.
"Oh and Princess, one more thing." Catching their attention as they walk down the steps of their throne. "Their has been a accident that happened earlier when we were on the train heading here, involving one of my friends Pinkie."
"Is it that pink-pony." Luna asked.
"Uh, yes."
"Well, what happened?" Celestia asked.
"Wellll, it invloved her, a runaway servers cart, two servers, a storge room cart...and 3-days worth of sugar supplies." Twilight explained, having the confused Princesses confused for 3 seconds.
"And I made an agreement with them if the Princesses will pay for the lost and damage." Twilight said, smiling awkwardly.
"Hmmm..." Celestia thinked, "Oh well then, we will send the payment for the damages done...is that all?" Celestia asked.
"Oh, yes that will be it for today, I will go to my quarters now." Twilight said, making her way to her room.
"Well, goodnight Twilight." Luna said, for Twilight to wave back.
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"Thats the 6th time this month the pink one caused for Canterlot...alone." Luna said.
"Yea, it is, well lets go, I must lower the sun and you to raise the moon." Celestia said to ger sister.
"Agreed, lets go." They both walk out of the throne room as the guards lock up for tonight.
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"Uhhh," Twilight groaned as she flops on her old bed in her old bedroom. She takes a quickly in-and-out breath. "Mmmm, oh yea, I forgot Spike went to the Dragon Kingdom for some reunion...well more work for me." She said, looking out the window as the sun goes down against the skies, disappearing over the horizon.
"Well, I should get some sleep, tomorrows going to be a big and long day." Twilight said, hearing the lowness in her voice.
A purple aura is formed around her bed's blanket and She pulls her blankets over her, turns off the lights, tucks in her wings, and goes to sleep, thinking and dreaming of what will come to her in the future.
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Luna's bright, white moon shined through the balcony door of Twilight's room, the light shining through the door, lighting up the beautiful blue night with the stars up above.
For a black dark mist to appear at the doors of the balcony.
The dark mist slips through under the door, then slithers its way to the near bedside of where Twilight sleeps. Its stands straight up as it starts to transform into its true form. The dark coat, dark as the corners of unlit caves, the white fangs appearing out of its sharp mouth, the blue eyes of water, and finally for a Child of Queen Chrysalis, a changeling of his beloved queen.
It smiles at the slumbering Twilight, the anger in him of what happened to his fellow brethren and the embarrassment of his queen. He is glad and honored that his queen chose him for this important and vengeful part of their plan. He will not fail her.
He takes out a glass vial, with a dark, purple spots of mist contained within it.
"When you find her, helpless and with no escape, open this vial and hang it upside down where the it comes out and flows over her, make sure the entire bottle is empty, and make sure no pony interrupts, then return to me when you completed your mission, my child."
The voice of his queen speaks in his head when he was given the task. And he will do as he was told.
He opens the bottle, for the 'pop' sound to go off when he unplugged the plug, and gently and quietly slides off Twilight's blanket that covers her onto the floor. He then silently goes up on top of the head board of her bed and over-watches Twilight's body on top of the head board.
With his magic, he puts the vial upside down over Twilight, as the Changling watches the substance flows out of its container and the misty liquid to flow over Twilight's body, for her to shiver in her sleep of the sudden cold breeze.
After a few seconds, the vial is emptied to a clear and empty body, and then curiously watches the spell do its work.
When the mist finally cover Twilight's body completely, it begins to slowly spin, then speed up, spinning faster of every second that passes. Until it starts to move outwards slowly, forming into a big misty oval, hovering over Twilight. Then, quickly as it formed the oval, and slams down onto Twilight, knocking a few objects over, and the changeling covers his eyes of the blast wave.
...silence...
He opens his eyes and looks at the bed of where Twilight slept, to only see the bed empty, and no sight of the princess. He smirks again.
"Mission Complete...Princess Twilight Sparkle is gone...forever.
He goes back into his misty form and slips out the balcony door again, and for him to make haste back to his queen, to tell her of his completed mission.
Clayton slowly began to flicker his eyes open, with his eye-sight coming to be and the blurriness going away.
He could feel his head hanging, feeling a huge and uncomfortable amount of pressure inside of his back head, and blood rushing through it.
With each slow flicker of his eyes, he starts to wake up and his vision clearing of the blurriness even more. Each time his eyes open, only seeing darkness and green around him.
He rubs his eyes, which now cleared it blurry vision completely, he starts to observe his new and unknown surroundings.
He looks up, lifting his head, and was immediately met with pain on the back of his neck. He winces at the pain, for Clayton to begin to rubs it with his left hand.
He begins to look around, trying to penetrate and concentrate through the darkness of the night, noticing that he is in a little forested area.
The color of green from the trees around him and the grass on the floor, with the tall and thick hedge rows in the shape of a square, acting as the perimeter for the forest he has landed in.
When he looks in the night sky, he realized that the Airborne Droppings were still in the process.
He could see and hear the C-47s flying over, some still dropping Paratroopers, and most of them just flying over. But also seeing Anti-Aircraft fire all around everywhere he looks, but in the distance.
But something else he notices.
He could see over the tall hedgerows that surround him and the forest area, spotting that their are dirt roads that surrounded and outlined the grassy perimeter, and to his left at one of the corner of the perimeters, about two small buildings, and only long, open fields around him, also.
He tries to move his body and legs back and forth, but...could feel nothing under him.
He looks down towards the ground, moves his legs again, but still nothing.
Clayton gets his mind to fix together why.
he was high off the ground, not certain of the height, but he knows that he was high off. with him feeling his weight against the harness he is strapped to.
He looks up, and sees that his white parachute has been caught in a tree, all tangled and snatched against the branches and the top of the tree itself, and he was just hanging and dangling up in the air, defenseless and an easy target.
No Germans has spotted him yet, or maybe was dead already...but he doesn't believe it yet.
Clayton begins to unstrap himself from his tangled parachute in not waiting for it to happen.
He first starts off with his chest straps. Before moving his hands to his chest area, feeling for it, but as he tries to unclip it, it won't move.
He pushes it down harder, feeling the amount of pressure against making his thumb to turn red, but it won't budge.
He gives up, for him to move on to the two straps on both his left and right legs above his knees.
He lifts his knees where his hands could reach and first starts on the right strap. He unclips it successfully with no problem, then moves on to his left strap, but to see that its all twisted numerous times tightly, where he couldn't even get his fingers in between the strap and his leg to untwist it.
Until he hears something in the distance.
His attention move towards the night sky to his left, for his eyes to see a ball of flames and smoke moving across towards the ground in the very far distance, and crash into the earth.
it crashes behind a line of trees, as a wall of flames is left in its trail, and a smoke pillar to rise from where it crashed.
A few more seconds of watching, he debunks it as a crashed C-47. Clayton puts a note in his mind to check out for any survivors at that crash site as soon as he gets off this hanging death tra-.
"Überprüfen Sie es vorbei!"
Clayton's entire body freezes, and listens.
Every motion he was doing was stopped immediately.
He makes no sudden movement, a single sound, as he could only the C-47s planes and AA fire in the very far distance, as he slowly turns his head around his surroundings to try to spot and guest where that voice came from.
Fields to the right: Clear
Fields to the Left: Clear
The houses and roads to his left: Clear
The roads to his Righ-
Clayton's entire body turns pale and his heart pumping to an unbelievable level of fear.
To his right, at a crossroads near the field were four German Soldiers with their clothing of the gray uniforms on them, making Clayton to know that they are German soldiers. They were coming down the road just ahead of him, walking slowly, their Kar98s on three of soldiers, and a MP40 on another.
He quickly begins to feel for his weapons on him, nothing, not even his M1911 in his holster on his leg.
He was defenseless.
The drop must have edged his equipment pack off him on his way down.
He looks around the forest, in every direction he could see, in the grass, in the trees, in the hedgerows, somewhere in the fields. Until he finally spots it.
On the ground in the grass near an opening in the perimeter of the hedgerows that leads out to the roads and field, was his equipment package on the ground, with the U.S. logo on the front. But mostly importantly strapped to the side of the pack was his M1 Garand. He had to get it before the Germans can get to him first.
The strap would still not budge or move, with Clayton even giving it his all to detach.
"Da drüben!"
Clayton looks up and sees that the Germans had finally made it to the crossroads, and one of the Germans with a Kar98 pointing at him.
They spotted him
Giving up on the straps, he digs in his Parachute Pouch on his chest and pulls out his M2 Switchblade. He opens the blade and begins to cut on his left strap leg.
He could hear the Germans talking as they get closer but Clayton ignores it as cuts his leg strap, breathing very hard and the sweat running down his forehead, then it finally snaps.
He moves to his chest strap now and begins cutting, hearing the Germans rustle through the hedgerows as they try to get to Clayton. He was half way through, before he looked up and sees one of the German soldiers, still at the crossroad, aiming at him.
*Boom*
*Snap*
Right as the German fired, Clayton's chest strap snaps free, releasing him from his Parachute to fall towards the ground as the fired round misses Clayton, scraping the top of his helmet and hit the tree behind him.
Clayton falls towards the ground and rolls when he makes impact, dropping the switchblade. He gets on his knees and tries to feel for the lost switchblade, but nothing. He gets up and spots the equipment pack.
Only taking three steps, three Germans come out and through the hedgerows, just behind his equipment package. He stops and takes a quick look at the package, it's his only defense with the supplies of surviving the night.
As the Germans finally manage to raise their weapons, Clayton turns and runs.
Running with all he could muster, he makes a dash through the hedgerow and takes a sharp right up the road, hearing the German Kar98s fire and whiz past Clayton when he turns.
He runs up the road to come up towards the crossroads where the buildings are. Making a quick decision with no time to think or stop, turns right in hopes of out meanuvering the chasing German Soldiers.
Big mistake.
As soon as he turns the corner, he stops dead in his track, feeling the dirt and pebbles under his boots as he stops.
Standing in front of Clayton, was the German with the MP40, five feet in front and aiming at him. He slowly raises his hands in the air. From what Clayton could tell, this German was an officer, judging from the cap he wears.
Clayton hears the three German Soldier come up from behind him and stop ten feet behind him, and aim their Bolt-Actions at Clayton. He was surrounded, with no chance of escape or no signs of friendly Paratrooper help or anything. He was a deadman.
"Stupid, Amerikaner..." said the German in front of Clayton. He slowly begins to pull the trigger to fire.
*Thump*
All the soldiers stop, the German Officer letting go of the trigger and peak past Clayton behind him. Clayton also slowly turns his head around too.
"Granate!" Yelled one of the German Soldiers.
Clayton ducks and hugs the ground, putting his hands on his helmet.
*Boom*
The grenade explodes, throwing the German Soldiers in all directions. One thrown into the hedgerow, one onto its back on the road, sliding against the dirt, his leg blown off, and the last one into the field next to the road.
The German Officer starts to spray his MP40 on the direction the grenade came from, from the field. But for the back of his head to spray out blood and bones when another gunshot goes off, knocking his head back and onto the ground, dead.
...
Clayton could hear silence and quietness, except for the sound of crickets somewhere in the dark. He takes his hands off his helmet and slowly lifts his head, to be met with the dead German Officer, laying on the ground dead, his cap next to him, the MP40 still in his hands, and blood coming out of the hole in his head.
He gets on his knees and stands up, looking behind to see the three, dead German Soldiers and the few feet deep of a black hole in the ground.
"Hey."
Clayton turns towards the voice. A silhouette in the darkness to appear, then for Clayton to see the full appearance of an American Paratrooper.
"You alright?" He said. Holding a M1 Carbine in his hand, still in an aiming position. His netted -M2 Helmet with the leather strap unstrapped on his helmet, dangling in the air, stripes of black and dark green facepaint on his face, the Unifrom appearance of an Airborne Trooper, the equipment and clothing.
And the patches on his left arm, of the rank of Private, and the logo of the 101st Airborne.
"Yea...I'm alright." Clayton responded, giving a quick glance to each of the dead German soldiers.
"Good." The other Paratrooper said. Lowering his weapon and walking past Clayton, who was still standing in the same position he was in, and over to the dead German Officer, kneeling on his left knee , laying his M1 Carbine to the side, and began searching the German.
Clayton could only stand their in shock and surprised for not being dead. And lowers his hands to the side and looks to the other Paratrooper.
"What are you doing?" Clayton questioned.
"I promised...my buddy back home...that...I will bring back a souvenir for him...something like a...Dammit!" He quietly cussed, "I hoped this Officer had a Luger."
The paratrooper throwing down the cap of the dead officer.
"yea, a German Flag or Officers Cap is nice, but a Luger would be better, but nothing." He grabs his M1 Carbine, stands up and looks at Clayton.
"Who are you?" Clayton asked.
"Oh yea, sorry." He walks over to Clayton and lends his hands out, for a handshake. "Private Drake Hamson, 502nd, 101st, 1st Battalion, Able Company, 1st Platoon."
"Well..." Drake said, looking up into the sky."Haven't we found the shit-hole we landed in?"
"Yea, I'm been having a nice morning so far." Clayton said. Drake looks at Clayton again but observing him.
"Where's your equipment?"
Clayton's mind explodes for remembering his equipment in the forest.
"Oh shoot, Its still at my landing area." Clayton said, looking back over to his big white parachute on the tree, Drake looking too.
"Oh, rough landing...you got stuck in a tree?" Drake said as he looks at Clayton's Parachute.
"Yup."
"...lucky." Drake said.
"Why?" Clayton asked, looking at Drake.
"I landed in river, thats why my pants and boots are wet." Clayton looking down at Drake's Pants, dark and damp.
"Wet socks are the worse."
"Better than what I went through." Looking back up.
"Well, go get your stuff, I going to see if these German Soldiers have anything else interesting." Drake suggested, pointing his gun at the three dead German Soldiers. "Then meet me back here, okay?"
"Yea, I'll be back." Claytin said, began jogging towards the entrance of the forest areas and Drake to kneel down over the dead Soldiers.
...
Clayton kneels over his equipment pack, and begins checking for damages on the way down.
The smell of something burnt. He flips over the pouch and sees a big hole in the pouch, black and burnt, with a few items and objects falling out of the hole.
'Dangit...must of been hit by the flak or something.' Clayton said in his head.
He digs through the burnt items to see if anything survived. And after a few moments of searching, he lays it all out in a clearing in the grass.
Clayton unattached his M1 Garand, and inspects it to see if its in good condition, and luckily, only a few black spots and nothing else. He lays it to his left on the ground and returns his attention to his supplies.
From what survived the drop, was two pouches of ammo for his M1 Garand, nine clips of the eight 7.62 .30 06 rounds in each clip, for both bags, a K-Ration, 'somehow-survived' two Mk 2 Grenades, a 10 inch Bayonet.
Everything else was beyond recognizable or useless from the destruction.
He puts them in his supply pack that was already on his back, which only contained his Bladed Shovel in its pouch.
He gets up and picks up his M1 Garand, feeling the trimmed and smooth wood in his hand. He takes out a ammo clip, pulls the cocker back, puts the clip in it, pushing it down and lets go of the cocker, hearing the 'ding' and the cartirage fall on the ground.
He was locked and loaded. He starts to make his way back to Drake, but then he steps on something that feels familiar under his boots.
He stops and lifts his boot off the ground, to reveal his long-lost M1911 Pistol. He leans over and picks up the gun, inspecting it.
"Could've used you earlier." He quietly said.
After a quick inspection, he puts the straps on the M1 Garand over and on his back, pulls out one clip of the .45 Caliber, and loads it in, cocks back the loader, and holsters it and moves on to return to Drake.
After coming around the corner, he sees Drake searching the dead German Soldier on the road.
"Anything interesting?" Clayton asked, walking next to Drake.
"Nope...not a single god damn thing." Drake said, standing, a little disappointment in his voice.
"You have a map?" Clayton asked.
"Nah, flak destroyed everything in my equipment package, including the compass and what ever was in it."
...
"Yours?" Drake questioned to Clayton.
"...destroyed...all of them." Clayton responded.
"Well, now we are even...and have no god-damn idea where are in this maze-of-a-place."
...
"You see that C-47 go down?" Clayton asked.
"Yea, I did, shall go check if anyone survived that death ball."
"Yea."
"Lets go then." Drake said, cocking his gun, then they both started running towards the the pillar of smoke, in hopes that they meet up with any friendly Airborne Troopers...or just someone or something that will be friendly and help them.
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After five minutes of walking, the two Airborne Troopers are nearing and closing in on the crash site of the friendly downed C-47 plane, with the pillar of smoke getting larger and closer, and the light of the fire getting brighter to where they can see the flames through the holes of the hedge rows they hug against.
As they cross another open field, they reach the final hedgerow till the C-47 by just getting through it. They take cover and hug tightly in a ditch that runs between the road and the hedgerow wall, and survey their surroundings for the clear of Germans.
"Okay, we are here," Drake whispered, "Clayton look through the bush and see if you can spot anything, I'll watch you back."
Clayton slowly crawled up the side of the ditch while Drake prone on the opposite side to look out for activity.
Clayton manages his way through the bush and has a clear view of the crash C-47 in an open field.
From Clayton's recon, and taking notes in his head, the C-47 has crashed in one very large open field, with a hedge row wall to the left and open roads to the right and more fields past the road.
The condition of the C-47 was destroyed to the core. Clayton and Drake has ended up from the back view of the plane, half of the plane ripped in half, both wings gone and far out to the sides away from the plane, the front half of the plane ahead of the second half, leaving a open scrapped opening in between the plane, with the cockpit in a ball of fire, the whole second piece on fire from the inside.
But what catches his eye is the a German Troop Transport Truck parked next to the Crashed C-47, and German Soldiers scanning the crash site.
'Damn' Clayton said in his head, and slides back down to the base of the ditch.
"What you see, any survivors?" Drake said, turning his head over his shoulder.
"Doesn't look like it, but their are German Soldiers at the crash site, a truck-load of them...so maybe about six to ten Krauts." Clayton informed Drake.
"Well, lets get out of here before we get spotte-"
"HELP ME!"
Both Paratroopers stop as scream a is heard by the two soldiers.
"What was that?" Drake said.
"Sounded...female...but it was in English." Clayton said, both confused.
"But how can that be, that was perfect English and didn't sound like any french or European accent in it?" Drake said.
"But where did it come from-"
"PLEASE, SOMEPONY HELP ME!"
"..."
"Somepony?...what the fuck-"
"It came from the crashsite." Clayton said, cutting off Drake, as he starts to climb back up against the ground towards the hedgerow followed by Drake.
As they get through the bush, they can see that a group of Germans in a circle around something, but Clayton couldn't see from this distance.
...
"We have to save her." Clayton said, Drake turning his head at Clayton.
"Are you crazy, who knows how many Germans are their, and just like you said you just count five from that group of Kruats right there, and more in the surrounding area ,we will be killed." Drake said. "And plus, she's a goner already."
"Look," Clayton said, looking at Drake, "if we save her, she could tell us where we are in this maze-of-a-place, then we could find more and link up with other friendly forces, because we have no map, no compass, or no sign of help of where we are."
"I will tell you where we are...we are in the middle and center of this shit-hol-"
"But lets just help and see if she can determine where we are and point towards where our objective is." Clayton said, making Drake think of it.
"..."
"STOP, LET GO OF ME!"
Clayton looks back and see that two German Soldiers are holding something in there arms, but could not make out how the female looks like. Seeing that a German Soldier was getting in the Transport Truck, turning it on.
They both get up from the bush and run towards the opening in the hedgerow a little bit down the road. They get through it and run across the field to quickly get behind the left wing of the plane, a few metres from the torn second-half of the plane.
"Wait." Clayton quietly said to Drake, for him to duck under the wing.
He peaks over the wing and spots a German Soldier surveying the area of where Clayton and Drake are. He ducks back down and gestures to Drake with his hands.
'One Soldier' 'Wait' For Drake to nod.
He peaks up over the wing and sees the German Soldier to walk away and to another area in the crashsite. Then gestures to Drake with shoulder, 'Lets go'.
They both get up from the wing and sprint to the second half of the tail. They reach it and crouch against the tail wings back-to-back, for them to be able to hear what the Germans are speaking.
"Schnell, ihr Idioten , müssen wir diese Sache mit dem Befehl zu senden!" Yells one of the German Soldiers.
"Any idea what they are saying?" Clayton whispered to Drake.
"Do I look like I speak German!?" Drake whispered back.
He peaks over the tail wings and sees that the truck has backed up towards the plane, with two German Soldiers holding something in their hands , struggling against them, with a German Officer behind the two.
"Please don't hurt me, please!" Begged the english-speaking female, with Clayton still not able to see past the Germans Soldiers.
"Oh, I can't promise you that, our leaders vill find you very special." Said the German Officers said ti the unknown person. " Setzen Sie sie in dem Fahrzeug."
The two German Soldiers start to put the female in the back of the truck.
"Okay, here's the plan." Clayton said, turning back towards Drake. "There's three German Soldiers to the left, maybe another three in between the plane, and about four on my side." Clayton explained. "You take out the three on the left, I will throw a grenade in the middle where the other three are, and I will take care of the four on my side, as soon as the grenade goes off, engage...got it." Clayton explained his plan to Drake.
"Got it." Drake responded.
"Okay, when the grenade goes off." Clayton reminded, taking off a grenade off his chest and reading it in his hand, the Germans almost done putting the female in truck, but still struggling.
'Man, she's a fighter.' Clayton said in his head.
He pulls the pin, knocks off the igniter and throws over the hull and in between the plane, quickly picks up his rifle and aims at his first target, the driver in the back of the truck trying to pull in the civilian.
*Thump*
5
The Germans turn around at the sound towards the sound.
4
A German Soldier steps and leans closer at the thing.
3
He glances closer.
2
His eyes go wide.
1
"Grenate!" He yells.
*Boom*
"Now!" Clayton yells. Both Paratroopers fire their weapons.
A cold breeze runs across and against the grass as it waives around from the winds force. Swaying back and forth in the direction the wind blows from, through the hedgerow bushes, then upon a sleeping, but slowly awakening, Alicorn.
Twilight feels a cold breeze run over her, making her shiver and to stir from her slumber.
'Why is it so cold?' Twilight thought, her eyes still closed.
She begins to open her eyes slowly, with every blink for her eyes only to see grass and bush in front of her. But the more she moves her legs, head, and get wings, she feels something different move under her, but highly familiar.
'Why...do I feel grass and dirt?' Her body beginning to power up more with a weird and uncomfortable feeling moves under her.
She first stands up on her front hooves, then her back hooves, with a flap or two from her wings to help her up.
'Ahhh, why do I feel so weak, I don't remember staying up that late, or doing any random spell I found.'
But with her body slowly coming back to normal functiom, so does her hearing in her ears.
"Or do I remember going outside-"
*Boom*
Twilight jumps at the sudden loud, but muffled explosion, her mind and body to instantly wake up. Jumping up from the ground in a swift second.
With her vision and hearing fully functioning, Twilight looks around her surroundings.
"What...where....where am I-"
*Boom*
She jumps again at the loud explosion, but for another and another of the same noise to be heard repeatily.
She looks around her surroundings to see and hear from where it came from, breathing in-and-out very quickly as she looks in every direction from where the explosion came from.
She looks around her surroundings, but the forest she was in was as dark and thick as the Everfree Forest, but the plant life and structure she sees was something she hasn't seen before IN the Everfree Forest or ANYWHERE in Equestria, but again, it doesn't feel like the Everfree Forest, it felt different.
She hears the explosive noise again, but could not see anything. She looks up into the thick covering Of the trees that blacks out the dark sky, but when looks more at it, she can barely see flashes of yellow light that illuminate through it.
"What is that sound!?" Twilight said panicking.
She spots a opening in the forest, flashes of yellow light barely seen coming from it.
"I need to get out of here."
He makes a full sprint towards the opening, while she can still hear the loud explosions all around her.
Twilight rushes through, a few leaves falling on her coat, but falling off against the wind speed of how fast she ran through the bush.
When passed through the bush, she stops in tracks for her when she stop upon a open dirt field, and a night sky filled of the loud, bright explosive sounds.
Everywhere she looks at the night sky, she sees more of the bright explosive lights, along with streaks of yellow lines that were flying towards the sky off the ground.
The loud explosive sounds was heard all around her.
As she watches the amount of activity happening everywhere she looked, she catches a glimpse of something in the dark night sky, but just only black silhouettes of the object.
It was flying dragon-looking objects flying across the night sky, from what she could make out of it, two outwards-stretching wings and a smaller pair just at the very end of its tail.
There were hundreds of them, hundreds of them that flew across the night sky, everywhere she turned and looked. As Twilight could hear its continuous growling sound, that sounded like the train engine in Equestria, but different, louder and more rapidly.
But even in more numbers, there were white-colored clouds, but very different. They were moving, and were shaped, again, different.
it was to much, so much happening, the pony princess could not focus on one thing, or even think of where she was.
"Okay, calm down Twilight, you wake up in the middle of a forest at night," Twilight said as she slowly walks backwards, her head turning towards the flashes of light every time one goes off, "then rush into a field, endinh up in a place very unknown or you never seen before, and now, you have no idea where you are, no idea how you got here..."
She spots one of the flying beast on fire, its wings completely on fire, flying across the night sky like a meteor at night, as it slowly descends towards the ground.
"...its...its...o...kay...just..."
Tears start to stream out of eyes, her emotions starting to show and feel. Then dropping onto the dirt ground, her hooves trying to cover her ears, trying to block out the loud explosions, shutting her eyes closed, trying to block the bright flashes of light, but could still see it through her eye lids.
"Please, just make it stop, just make it stop, I just want to go home, Luna, please rid me of this nightmare!" She tries to teleport, thinking of the images of her home that she could go to, cycling between every place, thing, location, building, pony.
The flashes and thoughts of her friends, Celestia, Cadence, Shining, Ponyville, her treehouse, home...Equestria. But nothing was happening with her magic, her horn's aura only dimly blinking a few times before turning off. "...please, just let this end-"
*Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
Twilight opens her eyes of the loud repeating sound, lifting her head off the ground, and her eyes to go wide, her body stiffing, her breathing stopping.
In the distance, but closing fast, was one of the flying beasts, but it was on fire completely, the entire body, the wings. As it starts to speed and descend rapidly upon Twilight's location.
"H-holy. Celestia." Twilight said, motionless.
She stares at the Fiery Beast as it finally impacts onto the field, causing a huge and powerful shaky force under her hooves, causing her to stumble to her knees. But she still watches as piles of dirt fly in the air, pieces of the beast coming off as it slams into the ground, flying in different directions, the same also with its wings, breaking off of its body. A wall of inferno erupting into the air, as she can feel the heat from where she stands, and as it slides against the dirt floor towards where Twilight stands in shock and paralyzed of the scene, not moving a single muscle.
Only for herself to fall onto the ground, and into a unconscious state.
It was the last thing she sees, as the front part of the beast coming right at her.
...
...
...
...
...
...
Twilight can hear voices
But it sounded different.
She begins to open her eyes, for her to flinch at the amount of light she is met with. She hears the crackling of fire around her, feeling heat come upon her coat, very intense heat. The smell of smoke and burning metal in the air. Her eyes slowly ignores and adjust to the heat and smoke, and could only see fire and pieces of metal around her.
"Ow." She tries to get up, but to stops and met was a pain in her leg, causing to flinch and wince at the pain.
She looks to her leg area to only see that a piece of metal beam was on both of her back legs, but most of the pressure and pain came from the back right leg, where the weight of the beam was mostly pressured on.
She tries to slide it out of the beam but was met with more pain. She quickly stops, breathing heavily from the attempt and the amount of smoke around her.
"Einer lebt!"
She stops and hears the strange language again. The words was very unknown to her, nor did she understand it.
At the corner of her eye, she sees movement in the fire.
Twilight tries to move her body to get a better look, but she then again is met with more pain on her leg.
Twilight tries to concentrate her eyes past the fire, until she can finally see the full structure and outline of the moving creature.
It was tall and appeared to be walking on two legs, a bipedal creature, from what she can see. But knowing it was a live-moving creature.
'What are those things?' She thought.
But then a another of the same two-legged creature popped out from behind the first one, as they seem to be dragging something in their arms.
Moments later, they stop in a open area, still in the middle of the burning wreckage, giving a full view and line of sight for Twilight of their position.
Both creatures then move apart, releasing something that was in their arms. As it falls onto the ground, causing a little dirt to poof into the air.
It looks like they don't notice her under the metal beam.
She watches the creatures more, but could not make out any detail of them due to her stinging to the smoke and and heat, but the creature began speaking again, two in the weird, unknown language, and another speaking...Equestrian?
'They speak...Equestrian.' Twilight thought in her head.
"Just...kill me already."
She heard the Equestrian-spoken creature, but sounded weak and tired.
Then for another one of the creatures to come into view, one that shaped different than the others, but one that spoke the unknown language. It stops in front of the one one its knees, the one that spoke weakly.
"Come on, just kill me, I have nothing to tell to you Krauts."
"...Nach ihm." Said the newly arrived creature, flicking his hand at the other two, who began to open pockets, and pouches, putting their hands in them.
For one of them to pull out what looks like a paper out of the weak creature's chest pouch, then handing it to the Commanded-Creature, grabbing it and opening.
"Hmm, you have family?" Asked the Leader, but spoken in the same language as the other one, with its head down.
"..."
"Answer me American."
Twilight could only watch in curiosity, ignoring everything around her, and just watch the situation unfold.
"...yes..."
"This your wife and child?"
"..."
"Come on American, I don't want to send you back to your country and family in a body bag." Said the questioning leader, kneeling on one leg.
"..."
There was a few more seconds of silence.
"Look around you...your planes being shot down like flies, they crash and be destroyed, along with your comrades, so many dead by now." He said, his hands gesturing towards the night sky.
"..."
"Look, you tell me why you are here-"
Twilight gasped, but silent enough to not be heard.
The weak creature then spits on the leaders face, the leader flinching back at the spit of saliva, causing the other two guarding soldiers to the hit him with the elongated, long objects in their hands, making the weakened one to fall forward on the ground. Both armed creatures then raise their weapons to the one on the ground.
Slowly, the one who got spit on wiped the saliva off his face, then slowly turn his head towards the other.
"Hole ihn wieder auf"
Both armed creatures pick him back up on its knees.
The leader wipes off the spit, then looking back at the offender.
"I gave one chance to you, and you ruined your chance to live free." Said the leader, but more aggressively.
"I would rather die than give you Krauts anything."
"Well, let me give you a free ticket to not see your whole nation burn." The leader pulls out a rectangular object with a handle in the leaders hand, and a long tube to come out of it. He puts it to the creature's head, then pulls something on the handle.
*Boom*
A yellow flash flashes out of the tube, followed by a loud, deafening bang, causing Twilight to flinch and move her legs, including her trapped and injured leg.
The sudden loud bang caused Twilight to flinch and move it to cause a serious amount unbearable pain, letting out a loud and crying shriek, a few tears to come out of her eyes to the amount of pain she felt.
"Argh!"
The shriek catches the German soldiers attention.
They looks towards the sounds, weapons at the ready. Twilight breathing heavy and crying.
'Please, just LET THIS NIGHTMARE STOP!' She yells in her mind, more tears to come out.
"Hör zu."
The German Officer ordered the two German Regulars.
The two Germans begin to walk slowly and cautiously to sounds' direction, passing through a bit of destroyed plane parts.
Twilight looks up, bits of tears across her face, she then spots the two slowly approaching Germans.
'They're coming this way, but I can't. move.' Twilight was trapped under the large piece of metal object, she didn't have the strength or mana to lift it off. She was helpless.
Both soldiers finally past through the fired walls and debris, until they both finally reach the source of the noise.
For them to stop and look upon a trapped purple-colored pony.
Twilight could only stare in fear as the two creatures aim their weapons at her.. But only confused faces, as both soldiers look at each other.
One of the Germans speak back to their officer, Twilight still not understanding.
The Officer responds back, then the two holster their weapons onto their backs, then start to lift the beam off her.
"No stop, get away from me." Twilight said to the two creatures, causing them to stare in awe and confusion at the talking pony.
The leader responds back to them and the two snap out of their stare and start to lift the beam off again
"No, stop, I warn you!" Twilight said as a warning, but knew she couldn't do anything.
but the beam is lifted off instead, and they both grab Twilight on her two front legs and began to drag her to their Officer.
Twilight struggles against the two creatures dragging her, but could not do much due her injured leg.
The German Officer gestures to the two privates to outside more into the darkness, away from the burning debris.
But on the way out, Twilight stares at the executed and dead creature, seeing him on his back, blood coming out of where the bullet went through, his eyes still open.
"You three," the Officer pointing towards three searching Germans, "Search for anything else in the wreckage, you four, secure the perimeter."
The Germans move to their given orders, for the Officer and Twilight and the other Germans to come into a more open area, away from the heat and smoke and more into the cool, but dark air.
They stop and the Officer turns to the pony. Twilight stop being dragged, the two Germans letting go of her, her dropping to the ground, but also falling on her injured leg, wincing from the impact on her leg.
"Ow." Twilight could only say.
A few seconds of silence, except for Twilight's panting.
"So, a talking horse." Said the Officer, looking down upon Twilight for her to look back up.
"W-why did you have to kill him...he just spit on you and nothing else, but...you didn't have to...kill him" Twilight responded, looking back the Officer, feeling terrified and in horror of what she just saw.
"He wasn't being responsive or nice."
"But why did you..." Twilight said, drifting off and looking at the pistol still in his hand.
"And lets not hope I have to use it again." The Officer said, making Twilight more uncomfortable. The officer to holster his pistol.
"..."
"You're not from here, are you?" Asked the Officer.
"Of course I'm not!" Twilight said panting, her heart-racing, "I don't know how I got here, I-I was just sleeping, and when I woke up, I was here." Twilight managed to quickly say, stuttering at the explanation, a lot of things going through her mind.
The creature was making Twilight nervous, and she didn't like at all already.
"Could you, please, tell me where-"
"Those are real wings and horn, are they?" Interrupting Twilight.
"Um, yes they are real, I'm...a pony." Twilight responded, taken back by the question.
"What's your name?"
"...my name is Twilight Sparkle."
"Do you have...magic?" The officer continued to ask.
"Um...y-y-yes I...do..."
"Show me." He said.
"...but...I don't think I can't-"
"Show me!" The Officer yells, putting his face quickly in front of Twilight, causing her to back up.
What happened next was unexpected to Twilight, as her horn instantly glows with a purple aura and shooting out a bolt of magic, striking the officer's face, causing him to stumble backwards as streams of steam starts hissing off the Officer's face, covering it with his gloved leather hands.
Twilight falls on her back, and for the Germans to point their weapons at Twilight, for her to form up a small purple force field around her body.
The Germans fire their weapons at the shield, but the bullets to harmlessly ricochet off it, and into the ground.
"Stop!"
The two privates stop, still pointing at Twilight, and look at their injured commander. For the other German soldiers in the area to rush to the sound of gunshots.
The Officer slowly looks up and puts down his hands to his sides and turn towards Twilight, revealing a long bloody gash cut from his right side of his mouth, across his cheek and up to his ear, steaming.
Twilight lets go from her shielded dome, removing her hooves from her face, and sees that she was not harmed from their weapons, but then looks at the Officer's face of what she'd done to him.
"I'm...I'm sorry."
"No matter," He said, taking out a white cloth from a pocket on the side of his leather jacket, wiping the blood off his gashed cheek. "Because I think we found a new way to defeat the Allies, all thanks to you Ms. Sparkle...and your magic, you happily demonstrated for us." Twilight could only stare in horror of what she did to him, and he didn't care of it.
"What...what are you."
"You will find out later, Ms. Sparkle...you." the Officer pointing towards a German.
"Bring the truck here, quickly, we must inform this Command and inform the Special Projects Division of our discovery."
The Germans salutes and runs off to get the Transport Truck.
"Put her in the back." Ordered the Officer.
The two soldiers saluted, and started to grab Twilight again.
"No, please." She tried to do something with her magic, but she felt drained of what she had done so far, making her weak.
"PLEASE, SOMEPONY HELP ME!" She cried for help. She struggles against the gripping of the soldiers.
The driver starts the truck, which was parked up at the road, and drive it to their position.
Twilight was beyond scared at this point, she didn't know what these creatures were, she didn't know where she was at, she didn't what was happening, and did not know what to to do. She just wanted to go to go home, but she was helpless, with no escape of where these creatures were taking her.
The truck begins to back up towards them.
"LET GO OF ME!" She yelled, struggling more to escape.
"Schnell, ihr Idioten , müssen wir diese Sache mit dem Befehl zu senden!" Yelled the Officer to two Germans as they try to hold on to her. The truck backs up completely and stops, the driver gets out of the truck and gets inside of the back of the covered back flatbed, and begins to help get Twilight inside of the truck.
"Please, don't hurt me!" Twilight cried again, as she begins to feels more weaker and weaker. at more seconds past by.
"Oh, I can't promise you that, our leaders will find you special." Said the Officer. " Setzen Sie sie in dem Fahrzeug."
*Thump*
Everyone stops, including Twilight's struggle after hearing something smack onto the ground behind them. They look behind them towards the sound, towards where three German soldiers are standing, as one of them leans in forward to get a better look on the ground, gleaming and glancing at it, until going wide eyed.
"Grenate!" He yelled, for the grenade to go off and explodes.
The explosion of the grenade sends the Germans in different directions into the fire or on the ground.
For the Officer to cover his face and the two Germans to drop let go of Twilight, the sound of gunshots to go off, as one of the bullets impacts on the neck of the driver. It causes Twilight and the German driver to fall into the truck bed.
Twilight falling on her back right next to the German. Twilight quickly gets up from the metal floor and backs on to a wooden seat in the corner of the dark room.
She stares in horror as the German tries to stop the amount of blood rushing out of his neck, both hands on his neck, trying to stop the blood, but was also leaking out between his fingers and hands. A pile of blood to form under his head.
Until his breathing and choking stops in just one second, finally letting his hands go of his neck and fall to his sides. motionless, the German lays their on a pool of blood on the metal floor, his eyes open.
Twilight just watched something she will never forget, something that will haunt her in dreams forever, something that she wished she could of never seen.
"Now!"
Twilight hears a familiar language.
She takes her eyes off the dead German, and looks at the curtains that cover the entrance to the dark room she had landed in. As the sound of gun fire is heard.
She sits there as she can only hear the loud explosive sounds from outside. Along with yelling of the weird language that the spoke Germans spoke. She puts her ears on her ears and just tries to block out sounds.
Until it stops.
Twilight realizes of the sudden silence.
Nothing.
"Clear."
She quickly looks at the entrance, still the curtains covering it, as a stream of light is illuminated through the small line the runs up and down, light a line in the truck. Until something blocks it.
"Lets check for that lady, Drake get behind me and watch our back."
Something was blocking the light, something was just outside the curtains, think it was more of the creatures, but must a different one, as a one that speaks the same language as hers.
But she wasn't taking any chances of what has happened to her so far. Twilight quickly begins to look around the room to use a weapon, till she finally spots the weapon that creatures used.
Twilight doesn't know how to use it.
'Have to improvise'
She levitates the weapon to her.
...
"Clear." Drake said to Clayton, as he steps over a dead German Soldier.
As Clayton takes another look around the perimeter, making sure the area is cleared. Then to stand in front of where the truck bed is.
"Lets check for that lady, drake get behind me and watch my back." Clayton said, for Clayton to holster his M1 Garand with his straps on his back, with Drake to walk up behind Clayton.
Clayton takes a deep breath.
"Hey lady, are you okay?" Clayton calls out in a friendly voice, pushing aside the curtains of the entrance.
To only be met with a flying Kar98 flying through the air towards him.
Clayton quickly ducks and for the German rifle to fly over his head and smack against the back of the helmet of Drakes'.
"Ow, son of a!" Drake grunts as the Kar98 falls to the ground, Drake stumbling forward, his left hand to put on the back of his helmet. "Ahh, what the fuck!"
Clayton gets back up and puts his hands up in the air.
"Lady calm down, we're Allied Forces, American Paratroopers." Clayton said.
"How do I know you're not like the others?" The female voice asked.
Clayton was taken back by the sudden question.
"What do you mean?" He responded, "We aren't Germans, as you can see."
"Are you different than those creatures on...the...floor." She drifts off from the sentence. "You killed them?!"
"Creatures?" Clayton looking back on the floor, then realizing that she might've been talking about the dead Germans. "Them, yea we did, was the only way to save you."
"You killed them, why-why...what is wrong with all of you!?" She yelled.
"What, you sound like you don't like us killling the them...and why are you calling us that, last time I checked that we are all humans." Clayton said.
More moments of silence.
"Hey lady, you okay?" Clayton said.
"Yea, I'm fine." She said
"But how do you know Equestrian?"
"...what?" Clayton asked, confused at the question. "Equestrian, I don't know what language is that, lady, I speak English and that is all and only language I can speak."
"Eng...glish?"
"Um, yes, English...heard if it?" Clayton said, a little sarcastic in his voice.
"um...No."
"Okay, this is getting stupid." Drake said.
"Yea, listen lady, we have to get out of this area, more Germans could have heard those shots and be on there way." Clayton said. "So if you just come out, we will find a safe place for you to hunker down, and if you just tell us where we are exactly on a map, we will be on our way."
"...but I don't know where I am, I don't know what this place is or how i got here."
Clayton and Drake look at each other, dumbfounded of her answer, before Drake can speak up.
"Did you hit your head or something?" Drake questioned.
"Um...I think so." She replied.
"Oh my god, will you just get the hell out of there." Drake said.
"But...if I do...you will all freak out."
"I don't care if you are a talking animal, just get the fuck out of there!"
Drake is suddenly pulled aside by Clayton, out of the way of the entrance.
"Hey, calm down will you." Clayton began, holding Drake's front collar.
"I can't, it's been a long night and I just got hit in the fuckin' head, lets just leave her and move on before any other Germans come and kill all of us."
"Look I know this is stupid but she is our option knowing of where we are, she must be just scared to tell us the information, even if she doesn't sound french or German, she must be a reason she is here and maybe knows of where we are." Clayton quietly whispered. "So if we just cooperate, this will be over faster and we can move on, so just calm down and listen, I will do the talking."
"..."
"Got it?"
"Okay...okay." Drake said. Clayton to let go of his collar.
Both soldiers walk back to the entrance.
"Sorry lady, we are just having a long night." Clayton began to speak again. "But listen, we will find a safe place and you can ask us your questions and we will help you out as much as we can, and in return, you help us out."
"....."
"Lady?'
"Promise you won't hurt me?"
"We promise, we are not like the Germans." Clayton said as he raises his right hand.
"Do you...Pinkie promise?"
"We Pinkie Prom-" Clayton stops. 'Just go with it'
"We...Pinkie promise."
"What the fuck is a Pinkie Pro-" Drake said to only be elbowed by Clayton in the chest.
"Just go with it." He whispered.
Drake sighs, as he now slowly raises his hand too.
"We Pinkie Promise that we will not let anything hurt or harm you in anyway, until we get you home safely." Clayton managed to say, as Drake follows in sync with him.
Twilight heart then finally flutters with a feel of hope.
'Home...' She thought. This was her only chance to get home.
"...I accept your...promise."
"Okay, will come out of there then." Clayton feeling relieved of her answer. "will you come out then."
Twilight started to slowly walk out of the dark corner, and Clayton and Drake to fully see the unknown pony they just reasoned with."
"You're...you-...you're a horse." Clayton managing to say his words, over the burned out brain of his.
"I'm a pony, to be precise."
"I'm done," Drake said.
"A talking pony?" Clayton asked.
"Yes." She said in a firm voice.
"Yup, I'm done," Drake turning around and throwing up his hands, throwing his weapon on the floor. "I'm so fucking done."
"Can you stop cursing, please." Twilight said.
"You...you're a purple talking pony with a horn and wings." Drake said.
"I think...it's lavender." Clayton said.
"Yes, it's lavender and not purple."
"I don't fucking care, it's a talking colorful pony."
"Drake, calm down, will you." Clayton said to Drake.
"Yea, yea," Drake stops when he sees something on the road in the distance. He looks closer, trying make out of the dark night, until the sound of trucks begin to hear. "Damn, we got more germans heading this way, we have to go, like right now." He said, quickly picking back up his Carbine.
Clayton looks where Drake is looking, as he to can see the headlights of the vehicles.
"Yea, we do," Clayton spotting the trucks too, then looking back at Twilight. "We have to go, are you alright to walk?" He said.
"No, my right back leg is hurt a lot, I think it's broken." Twilight said, lifting her right back leg in the air.
"Okay, I will carry you then." Clayton said, before putting his right hand under an area between her neck and legs, and his left hand on the back of her legs, making sure to not pressure her leg much.
"Ow." Twilight flinched.
"Okay, Drake watch our back until we make it to the treeline."
"You sure you can carry her, she about half your height." Drake said as Clayton slowly lifting her, but Clayton to nod. "Okay then, lets go."
They both begin running towards the dark treeline, Clayton trying not to be to rough with his running with Twilght's injured leg.
Twilight trying to take in the pain coming from her leg, but they couldn't stop now until they were away from the Germans.
Twilight looking back towards the still-burning crashed C-47 as they are now far away from it. As the two trucks pull up to it, but just in time as the two Paratroopers and the Alicorn disappear past the treeline and into the night, into the unknown countryside of Normandy.
"...No, nothing down the road or in the area from what I can see, but the place looks abandoned."
"Okay, you lead, we'll follow."
Drake gets up from his kneeling position and vaults over the small stone wall, followed by Clayton, who picks back up the still-injured Alicorn, gently picking her up, then slowly puts one leg over the stone wall, then the other.
Drake reaches the house and puts his back against the house near to the entrance door, waiting for Clayton and Twilight, his Carbine aiming to protect their crossing across the small yard in front of the house.
Clayton finally reaches Drake and stands behind him..
"You okay?" Clayton asked Twilight.
"Yea, I am." Twilight responded. Clayton to look at Drake.
"You hear anything in the house?" Clayton said to Drake.
Drake lowers his Carbine and puts his ear against the door.
Nothing.
"Nah, nothing." He tries to turn the knob, but locked. "Damn, might have to do it the old fashion way, stand back." Drake backs up away from the door, the same with Clayton.
He lifts his right leg and forcefully kicks the area of the knob on the door, the door explodes open and swings all the way back to smack against the wall. Then proceeds inside, weapon at the ready, and searches the small, one-story house.
"Jeez, that was someone's door, and you just knocked the door knob off it!?" Twilight said startled by the sudden action of the paratrooper.
"Sometimes it necessary." Clayton responded.
Clayton and Twilight wait outside the door while Drake clears the house. After a few moments, he calls for both.
"Clear, get inside, quick." Drake called out. Clayton quickly walks up the small steps and through the door, with Drake to to close the door behind them.
When Clayton enters, he sees that the house has only one big room that has both the living room and the kitchen connected as one, that has a long couch and a coffee table in the living room, with only just a round table and two chairs in the kitchen, then a small bedroom with a bed.
Clayton decides to put Twilight down on the long couch in the living room. He walks over to the couch, and gently lays down Twilight on her left side on the couch, trying his best to not give pain to her leg.
"Is that good?" Clayton asked.
"Yea." Twilight said, lifting her head off the couch.
"Okay, Drake watch from the window and look out for any movement." Clayton said to Drake, "while I check on our little friend here"
Drake nods, and walks over to a window just to the left of the door.
While Clayton, taking off his M1 Garand off his back and sets it on the coffee table, then finally unstraps his straps under his neck and takes off his helmet and sets it next to him on the wooden floor, revealing his short black hair.
"You have a name?" Clayton asked.
"T-Twilight." She responds back, just only giving them her first name.
He gently lifts her back right leg and inspects it to see her injury, and very quickly he spots blood dripping along her leg.
He follows the trail of blood, which leads to the back of her hoof, just behind her hoof, just above it.
He sees that a small, long piece of metal, about half a inch wide and three inches long, in a arrowhead shape, has been in lodged through a very small portion of her leg and out through the other side of, but not very deep, as he can barely see the outline of the metal shrapnel under the skin and the bloodied tip of the sharp metal.
"Is it bad?" Twilight really wanted to ask, looking at Clayton.
"Ah, you have a small piece of metal that has lodged through a small portion of your foot area, but luckily, it only went through only muscle, nothing else, so you will be find, but we have to take out that piece of shrapnel and clean and wrap the wound to stop the bleeding." Clayton explained to Twilight.
"D-do we have to take it out, now?" Twilight said, starting to breath rapidly.
"Yes, we have to, for it to not get infected or be more damaged, its the only way." Clayton said, looking at Twilight.
Twilight was very scared and nervous of their only solution. 'Why is this all happening to me!?' She screamed in her head. 'But...it's the only way, she has not experience with these kinds of wounds, and it looks like these humans are her only way of healing it, plus, she is to weak to preform any spells to help with it, right now...this is the only way.' She takes a deep breath.
"Okay...do it." Twilight said, Clayton to nod in response.
"Drake, I need your help on this." Clayton said, for Drake to take another quick look out the window, then walking over to Clayton and to kneel on his left side, putting down his M1.
Clayton takes a white soft cloth out of one of his pouches on his belt, and gives it to Twilight.
"Bite down as hard as you want on the cloth," Clayton putting the cloth in front of Twilight, "keep your head down, close your eyes and don't think if it, okay, and try not to tense to much, keep calm, and don't move too, we'll be as quick as we can be," Clayton explained, looking at Twilight, "But once we start, we can not stop, okay?"
"...okay." Twilight said.
"Drake, I need you pull and hold the wound a little wide and to where I can slide easily more slide out the metal, okay." Clayton said to Drake, nodding in respone.
"Tell us when your ready, then on the count of three and we will start." Clayton said.
"Yea, okay, just give me a second." Twilight said, to look away and lay her head on the couch and close her eyes. Then taking a long deep breath.
"Okay, do it." Twilight said, to put the cloth in her mouth, feeling its very smooth and soft surface.
Clayton looks at Drake and nods, for him to nod back, then ready themselves in position to start the procedure.
Drake puts and hovers both his hands on the sides of the wound, with Clayton positioning his two fingers at the tip of the metal where it is the widest.
"Okay, on three..." Clayton said, giving a idea of when it will start to Twilight.
"One..."
Twilight prepares herself of the coming amount of pain, trying to keep herself calm, biting on the cloth harder.
"Two..."
Both Paratroopers begin to focus on their responsibilities on the wound.
"...three!"
Drake puts his two fingers on the side of the wound, not to hard or much pressure, just enough where it make the metal easier to pull. Clayton puts his fingers on the widest side of the metal and begins to pull, careful enough to where it won't do much more damage.
Twilight has not felt so much pain in her life. She can feel the metal begin to move in her wound, as she clenches her teeth on the cloth, her eyes closing more tightly, and breathing rapidly through her nose. But as hard as she tries to ignore it, tears begin to go down her face, as the pain is unbearable.
Clayton could see more of the shrapnel appear, with blood on it, as he can hear the squirts and movement of blood and the muscle under it. Drake was completely concentrated of keeping the wound in a perfect position, we he has found.
"It hurt s-so much." Twilight silently whimpers through the cloth, as now she is crying from the pain.
"I know Twilight, we are almost done, just about ten more seconds." Clayton said to Twilight, as he can hear her cries and whimpers.
They are now about one-third of the way done, but as he pulls out the metal more, it is becoming harder and harder, as he can feel the sweat go down his forehead as he concentrates.
'Come on, you piece of metal.' Clayton curses, as he is now half way of pulling it out, then he feels Twilight's leg move a bit under his arm.
"Twilight, I need you to stop moving your leg, we are almost done." Clayton said.
"Its hurts...so...much." She cries, as she tries her best to not move.
Both paratroopers are now in full concentration modes, holding their breath, sweat going down their faces, their muscles beginning to stiff and feel soreness, but their efforts were paid off when the tip was all thats left.
"And...it...is...out." Clayton pulls out he metal and Drake to let go of the wound.
"Their...we are done." Clayton and Drake breathing heavily of holding their breath for concentration.
Drake stands up and begins to walk around the room, and for Clayton to quickly take out a small bottle of alcohol and opens its.
"Okay we got it out, but I have to put some alcohol and clean it a bit, okay?" Clayton said, for Twilight to nod. "This will sting a bit."
He begins dropping drops of the substance around the wound, Twilight feeling the big amount of stingness from her wound, causing her to move a bit. After Clayton was sure he put enough on the wound, he takes out his canteen of water and pours water over it, the same time wiping away the blood with another cloth, as the combination of both washes away the blood.
He takes out a roll of bandging and a soft pad that he found in his bag, then gently and softly put the pad on the wound and begins to wrap the wound repeatly with the bandging, the white pad to soak up the blood, that wasn't very much of, and keep the wound shielded.
Twilight could feel a soft cloth to wrap around her leg, but didn't care, mostly about that there was no more intense pain. She begins to slowly breath with a deep breath through her nose. "Their" Clayton wrap it completely, perfectly tight and completed covered the wound area.
"It's okay, it's over." Clayton said, putting a hand on her neck, which she happily accepted, that begun to calm her down.
"I'm tired." Twilight said, beginning to feel sleepy of what happened, her energy and magic about completely depleted.
"I'll take you to the bed, and you can rest their, we can stay here long." Clayton said, getting up from his kneel.
"Yea, I just want to rest and sleep a bit." She said, "just enough where I can get my energy back."
"Yea, we'll let you rest for forty minutes, but we can't stay here any longer." Clayton said, but realized that Twilight has already fallen asleep. He slowly picks up Twilight and walks into the room where the bedroom is, lays her down away from the wound, puts the pillow under head, and pulls the blanket over her.
He knew she wasn't from here, or that she didn't deserve all of this, she was like an innocent little girl that had was forcefully put into this war, a little girl who has no experience with things that happened, the death, the gore, the destruction, and the chaos.
She reminded him of his little sister.
He kneels on one leg and takes out the same cloth he gave to Twilight, and gently began patting and wipping away the tears that were still on her face, also wipping away any dirt or scars, cleaning her face.
He finshes, putting the cloth in his pouch, stands up and walks out the room back into the living room. He sits back on the couch, ignoring the sight of the spot of blood on the couch, then grabs his helmet and puts it back on his head, not strapping his chin straps.
Both paratroopers sit and stand in silence for ten minutes, before Drake decides to break the silence.
"What are we going to do with her?"
"What?" Clayton responded as he stares at the wooden dusty ground.
"The pony." Drake questioned of ger name.
"What about her?" Clayton to look back at him.
"We both have mission, man, all of the 101st have mission that we have to complete...we can't babysit her the whole entire operation, if we survive it, or if she survives this place of a hell hole." Drake stated. "Plus we don't know anything about her, she is just a talking pony, we don't know if she can even take care of herself."
"...well we can't leave her here...or anywhere in this place..." Clayton began.
"And why do you say that?"
Clayton looked to the soldier.
"You saw how the Germans were trying to put her into their truck, they were trying to capture her." Clayton stated.
"That could be mean a lot of reasons of why they did that."
"And the main reason is that she is very important, Drake, the Germans don't just take anything weird or anyone unless they are important, especially in this kind of situation, where they are being invaded in an area by Allied Forces that they didn't expect to be." Clayton said, "They must of seen Twilight for an important reason for them to waste their time on an animal, where they could of just shot or left her in that wreckage."
Clayton explained the reasons to Drake, as they look eye to eye.
"So we have to take her with us and protect her, just until we get back to London, liberate France, or until she can go back to where she came from," Clayton said. "And if we finish and win this war, she would want our help to help her get her home, because from what we did with that wound on her leg, she isn't from this world, she has no experience with this, she was crying her eyes out from what happened to her, the things that she seen, the things that harmed her, the things she said to us, and all that is the human race's damn fault that we are having this god-damn war." Clayton said, "...she does not know what is happening, the war, the Germans, our world, Earth, she has no idea, and if we let her die, she died in an world that she wished it was hers, she might have a family, a brother, a sister, friends, and people or ponies, that is worried sick of her being gone, just like every other family that was dragged into this, and if we let her die, it's like letting a little girl die, a little girl that did not want to be part of this war, a little girl who was forced into it, a little girl that died because of us soldiers that people from all over the world look up to to finish this war and end the chaos, to end the death, plus she must be an important figure in her world, because look at her, she has both wings and a horn, that must be a special sign of royalty or high-in-power pony, and if we let her die, it's like letting our President or the Queen of Britain die, because we failed to protect them,...no matter that we don't know much about her, we will probably fail ourselves if we let that happen, as us representing America, Earth, the human race, and as a soldier, and that is what we signed up for, to fight a war so that the human race can live another day, and for our families, war is going to stay until we deal with it, or we will not last for very long.
Moments of silence past by from felt like minutes, turning his head and looking out.
Then begins to slowly nod his head, and sigh.
"Even if we all make it out of this, what will the others think of this, the other soldiers, our Generals, hell even the President, how will they handle this?"
"We just have to wait and see then."
They both stop and hear mumbling. They turn towards where Twilight is sleeping, see that she was mumbling in her sleep, even moving a bit.
"What?..." For Clayton to turn back towards Twilight too, again. As they both look at her, she begins to mumble even louder, plus moving more physically where she kicks off the blanket completely off her, then she starts to whimper.
"Somethings wrong." Clayton stands up and rushes over to her, followed by Drake. Clayton kneels on the bedside of the bed, seeing Twilight beginning to talk.
"No!" She said, quietly, still not waking up. "Stop, no, no, No!" The sound of her voice to get louder.
"She's must be dreaming of something!" Clayton calls out. He takes off his helmet and throws it to the ground as Twilight begins to move her body more violently and tears to stream more down her eyes.
"She's too loud, calm her down before anyone hears us." Drake said.
"Twilight, calm down, it's just a nightmare," Clayton begins to try and shake her awake while at the same time to wake her up with his voice, getting a little more worried of her. "Twilight, wake up!"
Twilight is pulled from her dream, snapping up from the bed, breathing real heavily.
"Hey, hey Twilight, its me, calm down." Clayton said, managing for Twilight to stop her motions and for her to look into his eyes, Clayton seeing streams of tears run down her face.
"W-what was that?!" She said.
"Shhh, it's okay Twilight, it's over, it was just a dream." Clayton said quietly, as he strokes her hair, trying to calm her down.
"So...much...death." Twilight said.
"It felt so real, the sand, the water, the bodies...the blood." She whispered. The words she said caught both Clayton's and Drake's attention.
'Sand, water?' Clayton thought, 'How could that be in her dream, the way she acted didn't sound like a beach visit or something?'
"It's okay, it's over...but we have to go, we've been here long enough."
After Clayton was able to calm her down, they all readied their equipment and gear, which took about five minutes to gather their wits, then Clayton remembered something.
"How's your leg?" Clayton grabbing his M1 Garand.
"Um..." lifting her foot. "It doesn't hurt that much, but I should be able to walk on my own, and when my magic comes back and when I'm stong enough, I should be able to heal it fully."
"So you can do magic?" Drake said, loading in a new clip for his Carbine.
"Yea, I can..." Twilight stopped herself, remembering the last time she said she did have magic. Drake could see the worried look on her face.
"Do worry, kid, we don't want nothing to do with your magic, and anyone else tries to hurt you for it," He cocks back the loader, hearing the mechanical gear load in a new shell, "They will have to get through us first."
Twilight smiles at him back, the same with Clayton.
"There is a lot of bad and corrupt people in our world, and we will try and get you home as soon as possible so you won't see all these ever again, and through out all this, we won't let anyone hurt of take you, no matter what, and with that magic of yours, we don't want our race to know about it," Clayton explained. "But please understand that we are soldiers, soldiers of our country, soldiers who need to follow orders and fight for our country, we are in a World War, and we need to fight for those who are innocent and rid of the enemies that threaten the world's peace, and right now, we need to complete our mission and future more, so we don't know how long this war is going to be, so I'm sorry to say that you might not be going home for a while, but stick with us, keep you head down, and watch all of our backs, we will finish this war and we will do and convince all we can to get you home, nothing else in return from you, no help or your magic, we won't ask for it or let anyone take it, we have our own problems in our world, and it we must fix them by ourselves." Clayton explained, as he is kneeling down at Twilight's height. "But we promise in all of our power to get you home and safe through out this whole mess...do you understand."
Twilight's hope of getting home has increased of what Clayton said, and understood them of them being soldiers and their current situation.
"Yes, I fully understand." Twilight said.
"And consider all that a...Pinkie Promise, I guess." Drake added.
"Yes, put like that I guess." Clayton agreed with Drake.
Twilight looks to Drake, giving a nod. She suddenly gives the soldier a hug.
"Thank you." Twilight said, and for Clayton to hug back, then both letting go.
"Um, may I ask what your names are?" Twilight said, not if she should.
"Well, Private Clayton Andrews, United States Army, 101st Airborne Division...but Private is just a rank in my countries Military, so Clayton or my full name is alright if you want."
"Okay...Clayton," Twilight liked the name, something she has not heard of, then looking to Drake, who was standing to near the door.
"Private Drake Hamson, United States Army, 101st Airborne Division, Drake is fine."
Now both paratroopers introduced themselves, Twilight felt more comfortable and relieved to be friends with them...friends.
Clayton notices Twilight's face to show she was sad of something.
"You alright?"
"Yea, I just...miss my best friends back home, the same with my family, like how will they react to me be gone, and if I will see them ever again, ory home." Twilight explained. "But I will be fine, and my full name is Twilight Sparkle, but call me just Twilight.
"Okay, Twilight, we will introduce more of ourselves in a better and safer location and at a better time." For all of them to agree amd nod.
"Okay lets more move out." Clayton said, getting up and Drake to open the door, using his Carbine to survey the area, which is still only darkness and nature, but nothing.
"Clear." Drake moves out onto the front yard, followed by Clayton, who also is aiming his M1 Garand, looking through the iron sights, followed by Twilight.
"Where do we go." Twilight said.
"If we had a map, we could find our objective."
Suddenly, they hear gunfire. Both paratroopers go into alertness, while Twilight flinches to the noise.
"Where is that coming from?" Twilight whispered.
"Over there, sounds like it's close." Drake pointing down the dirt road.
"Well, lets go see if it's friendlies or Germans, either way, we need to know where we are."
"Okay then, I will lead the way." Drake begins to jog down the road, chased by Clayton and Twilight. The group begin to head towards the repeating gunfire, and hope they will be able to find more Paratroopers and their mission.
"Well, I guess it's our turn to save some friendlies." Drake joked, as they jog down the dark road and into the night.
Clayton, Drake and Twilight were all peeking over a short stone wall as they recon the open field for them to be able to safely cross. The gunfire was coming from in a farm area since they first the heard the shots, and decided to investigate to know if they were friendly forces, and see if they can lend help.
From what Clayton's field of view can see and that it is still night time, it is still difficult to see through the dark. But can see the yellow flashes iluminating the buildings, as well with the tracer rounds to be shot off into the distance.
"Seems like they're in an intense firefight, but which side of fire is our boys?" Drake said as he watched the gunfire.
"We will find out when we get closer, the field looks clear to cross," Clayton said, putting a hand on top of wall, "I will lead, then Drake then Twilight, make sure you keep your heads down, stay alert and check your corners and surroundings, single line behind me, lets move." Clayton vaulted over the stone wall and started to quickly crouch walk to the far building, followed by Drake and Twilight.
As they enter the perimeter of the farm, the gunshots are still going on and the the paratroopers ready their weapons for a potential firefight if they fired upon or run into enemy forces.
Twilight kept as close as she can behind the two soldiers and as low she can walk fast enough to keep up with the soldiers. But she wondered what can she do in a fight like this. Would she use her spells to create a bubble shield, be put into a safe position and out of the crossfire, or would she be forced to kill if she had to. Twilight still didn't know what she would do, and maybe she can ask Clayton what she can do in this or these kind of situations, knowing that she had no Military or Combat experiance or teachings she learned from books or anypony. She just had to find out.
The three finally reached the wall that ran around the entire periemter of the farm, but Clayton could not spot any openings or entrances for a way inside, and climbing the wall will just be a death trap, no matter what side they land on, he can hear the gunfire just over the wall, they all might get shot or injured if they climb.
But Clayton figured their must be a main entrance to enter farm, and be able to ambush or give support to who ever side they come into.
He looks back to the other waiting beings behind him. "Hug the wall and follow me, their must be a entrance up front where the road is, and just be ready for contact." He finishes and begins to walk towards the road with both pony and soldier behind him, their weapons raised in the air.
Nearing the corner of the wall, Clayton slows their approach, holding his fist up in the air, with Clayton to stop and genture to Twilight to stop too.
Clayton stands up and puts his back against the wall, lowers his weapon to his body and leans past the wall.
Two grey german-signified trucks are parked near the front gate where Clayton could see both front views of the trucks, pointing towards him. And behind those trucks by acting as a wall of cover, were a few German Soldiers firing their rifles towards who ever they are shooting at, Clayton counting about six, and all in a perfect straight lines. Easy targets to eliminate.
Clayton leans back behind the corner and turns back to Drake and Twilight. "Six German soldiers behind two trucks, but their sides are exposed, lets take them out and move more into the compund," He whispered, "Drake, prone on this slanted hill, when I turn the corner, you begin firing," Then turns to Twilight, "Twilight, you sit out on this, stay behind this wall and watch our backs for anymore German reinforcements, when we clear it, just follow us and stay behind cover." For her to nod in confirmation.
Clayton gestures to Drake to get ready, for him to to crawl down the small slanted hill and to his position, while Twilight begins to survey dark roads and treeline.
Both in position and Twilight watching their six, Clayton turns the corner and pulls the trigger.
The unexpected volley of American Democracy catches the German soldiers off guard, causing them to turn and confront their new probelm, but already to late.
Twilight flinches at the sound of the paratroopers weapons of destruction goes off, as this is the closet she ever been next to one of humanity's weapons, wondering to herself how the soldiers can deal with that much loud noise everyday, as it's just next to their ears.
Clayton and Drake fire their M1s with precision and accuracy to the point that their American-made rifles can give them. With both paratroopers being able to hit the German Soldiers with killing blows to their body or head, as they try to scramble and return fire to the well-covered Allied Troops.
Clayton fires his last at the head of the last standing German Soldier, hearing the 'Ding' as his bullet impacts the steel helmet, killing the soldier. 'Ding', the clip inside of Clayton's M1 Garand ejects out of the loader and falls on the ground.
After making sure the area was cleared, Clayton takes out another "en bloc" clip of his Garand Ammo from his pouch and loads it in his weapons, the same with Drake, putting in a fresh magazine. But Clayton could still gunfire over the wall. Must be more Germans inside.
"Entrance is clear, but their's more inside, Twilight stay and watch our backs." Clayton said, Drake getting uopfrom his dirt cover.
Twilight hears the paratrooper, and turns towards him, seeing smoke rise out of the Paratroopers rilfes. "What, its only been five seconds!?" She silently yells, shocked of the American's quick work.
"You'll see more, we're Airborne." Drake said looking at Twilight, smiling.
All three move around the corner and still hugging the wall, they walk towards the entrance of the compound. Twilight surveys the dead german soldiers on the ground, blooding coming out of the bullet holes in their head and uniforms, and thinking to herself.
'Someday...someday, for as long I am in this fight, I'm is going to have to do the same thing these soldiers are doing...to...kill.' Twilight whinces at the word 'Kill', she never wanted or even heard that word in Equestria, but she only heard it as a joking matter or just something not used in this way of life, not like this. 'But only to defend myself and my friends, and it will probably be my only way to survive through this until I get home.' And hope to not do it EVER again, here or in Equestria.
They reach the entrance of the compound and Clayton to once-again, to lean and recon the inside.
Inside, he sees more Germans in cover and shooting at the building across the open middle area at a long, short one-story building, where Clayton can see the shooters inside fire out the windows, then only seeing two flashes of fire, thinking that their are only two friendly forces. For the Germans, they don't seem to notice their dead friends at the trucks, giving them the element of surprise once-again.
"Drake, take the three krauts on the right behind that wagon, I will take out the three behind the pile of wood." Clayton said, "Twilight, same assignment.
The two Paratroopers count to three and begin firing upon the German soldiers. Again, they surprise the Germans with their backs exposed.
The German Soldiers turned from their cover and to fire at the flanking Paratroopers, but were surrounded and were being picked off one-by-one by both sides from the gate and the occupied house.
As quick as it started, Drake fires one last time at the last German, killing him with his helmet being flown off from the impact. Then silence from both sides.
The two paratroopers walk into the walled-off farm and search the area for clearance. After a few seconds of scanning, they lower their weapons.
"Drake, stick with-" A shot is fired off and the bullet impacts on the stack of woods beside, leaving behind a dust of wooden splinters into the air, nearly missing Clayton's body, causing him to flinch.
"Whoa, hey we're Airborne, Airborne!" Drake shouted to the house, where the two unknown shooters are still in.
"Then how would we know if your just Germans in disguise!?" Yelled back a voice from inside of the house.
"We just killed the Germans that were shooting at you, how would we not he German Spys!" Clayton shouted.
"Well, friendly fire happens often from you Germa-"
"We're speaking English!" Drake said.
Silence goes on for a few moments, but they could here mumbles from the house, Clayton thinking that their were two Paratroopers they have 'met'.
"...Um...okay...before we come out, what is the password if you are paratroopers!" Yelled another voice, making Clayton's guest to be true. But Drake stops and glances at the house.
"Wait, I know that voice," He mumbled, then began to call out the Paratrooper's names. "Anthony...Benjamin...is it you two shit-heads!"
"Drake?...hey man how is it going, man."
"Get the hell. out. here!" Drake yelled.
"Okay, jeez calm down man, you want more Germans to come by...we're coming out!"
Moments later, two paratroopers walk out of the front door of the house and towards the two other waiting paratroopers, till they finally come into view.
Clayton watches as the two soldiers walk towards them, both of them mostly wearing the same equipment and style in the same positions, plus both also carrying M1 Garands.
"Hey Drake, how was your night?" The new-founded Paratroopers to the right said to Drake, with a joking smile.
"You almost shot us!" Drake responded.
"Oh, yea, hey sorry for that." The Paratrooper to the left aplogized to Clayton. "Finger must of slipped." He chuckled.
"Its okay," Clayton accepted, "You know these too, Drake." Clayton looking at the now-looking annoyed Paratrooper.
"Yea, I know these to two assholes." Drake said. "They're brothers."
"And you still remembered," said one of the brothers to Drake.
"Are you okay Clayton?"
The group of Paratroopers turn towards the female voice, for it to be Twilight, stopping in her tracks when she notices the attention.
"..."
"Diiiid that pony just talk?" One brother spoke up.
"Yea, her names Twilight." Clayton introduced.
"Um...Hi?" Twilight said, raising a her hoof to nervously wave.
"Whoa, that actually pretty cool."
"And she has wings and a horn, hey, can you do fly with those thing-"
"Hey, we can ask more questions later, but only if she is okay with." Clayton cutting off the brother and looking at Twilight for confrimation.
"I'm alright with it, but I would like to ask questions about where I am too." She agreed as she walks up between Drake and Clayton.
"Before we have anymore questions to ask, who are you two?" Clayton said, just to get the introductions answered.
"Oh, right," One of the brothers clears his throat. "Private Anthony Taylor, 502nd, 101st, 3rd Battalion, Charile Company, 3rd Platoon." Anthony introduced himself.
"Private Benjamin Taylor, 502nd, 101st, 3rd Battalion, Charlie Company, 3rd Platoon." Benjamin introduced himself.
"Same Company?" Clayton said, pointing to the two brothers.
"Yup." Both brothers say in unison.
"And I'm the oldest." Benjamin said raising his hand.
"Yea, by five minutes." Anthiny said.
"These are almost inseperatable, we just can't get these two apart, and trust me," Drake said, "even our Company Leader tried getting rid of them both."
"How did that work out?" Twilight asked, curiously. The mention of the two brothers reminds her of two other ponies back in Ponyville.
"To only backfire on him when he got demoted and these two got promoted." He said.
"Then how are these two still privates?" Clayton asked.
"It involved giving the wrong coordinates to an Artililery Brigade...and the injury of our Company Leader...then these two being demoted." Drake explained.
"He was a asshole anyway." Anthony muttered.
"Well, anyway, lets get back on track and our mission, do you two have a map and compass?" Clayton said.
"Affirmative, but these Jerries came by before we can even look at it after we both toucheddown." Anthony said, "lets look over it on the pile of wood."
The group walked and circled around the pile of wood, for Benjmain to open a pouch on his chest and take out both a compass and a folded up map.
"Excuse me, sir." Anthony said throwing off the dead german soldier limped over the wood and to the ground. Then for Benjamin to completely lay out their map and put the conpass on top of it. Clayton, Benjamin, Anthony, Drake and Twilight to gather around the layed out.
When Twilight put her hooves to where she can see it be fully layed, she saw the map of its full coverage of a certain section of there world, where ever she landed in. But also wondering and noticing after all of what happened to her and the events that happened to her too, with hundreds to the thousands of questions she could think of to ask these new species she landed upon on. And asking a question that could sum it all up from the dozens of questions. 'Why was this all happening?'
But she will ask it later.
Refocusing on the map, Twilight could see it indicated drawn lines all over it, she thinked that represented Roads and streams that link up to a river that lead from what Twilight see on the map was a ocean, 'English Channel' written on the blue open ocean area, and the land near to sea were red dots and shapes, but she didn't know . Along with on the map, were shapes that probably represented towns and cities, and besides those towns were their names she assumed, but was she looked closer was in a different language than what she seen.
Looking at the biggest town shape on the map, read 'Carentan'. She sounded out the word in her head over and over, 'Care-in-tan, she said in her head, but it did sounded right to her.
The paratroopers however, they were all trying to figure out their position on the map, looking around their surroundings and match it up on the map.
"Where the hell are we?" Drake said.
"I have no idea, the map doesn't give enough detail for us to match it up with our surroundings..." Clayton said, but an idea coming to his mind.
"Anthony, take Twilight and see if you both can find any direction signs of towns on them, then report back here, but don't go past the treeline and stay alert." Clayton ordered.
"Yes sir, come on you little pony." Anthony said to Twilight.
"My name is Twilight." Twilight corrected.
"Of course Twibright, lets go." Anthony joked with a smile on his face, but Twilight to say nothing and hop off the wood and follow Anthony to the road outside.
"Where you find her?" Benjamin wondered loking at Clayton and Drake.
"After Drake saved me from a Patrol, we saw a C-47 go down in a field," Clayton started to explain, "When we got there to see if anyone survived that inferno, the Germans beat us to the punch and were trying to load her up into a truck and looked like they were taking her somewhere."
"Why were they trying to capture a innocent pony like her, yea she talks and has wings...or does that horn on her head really have magic?" Benjamin said quietly, like someone was listening to them and he had to be quiet.
"We haven't seen her do or cast any magic spells like that, but like I said, that horn isn't for show." Clayton said. "But if she does have magic, and can do stuff like a shield or levitation BS...some messed up people can somehow harness or use her to do their bidding, good or evil, our race isn't ready for that kind of power."
"And that is why we took her with us." Drake added in.
"Besides, she isn't from this world, how she reacted to the stuff that happened to her so far," Clayton began shaking his head, "She does not know all the what is going on, and this isn't her war and fight, we took her with us to hope she can home on her own, keep her safe, or we can get her home with our help, when ever we finish this war." Clayton finished. Benjamin to just nod slowly as he thinks over what Clayton has said.
"Yup, I agree with that." He said. "For lets just focus on our mission, but we will talk about this more later." Clayton and Drake nodding and look back at the map, and wait for Anthony and Twilight to return.
Outside of the compound, Anthony, alert and weapon at the ready for anthing, and Twilight, looking around in the dark out of the usual, walk down the dirt road just to the right of the compound.
"See any signs, I can't see shit in this darkness." The young soldier said squinting his eyes.
"No, nothing I can see too." Twilight said. Till they finally reach the treeline next to the road, both of them to stop.
"Lets go the other way, their has to be a sign here." Anthony and Twilight turn around and began walking the other direction. A silence to fall between the soldier and the pony princess, only hearing the crunching of dirt and gravel under their Feet and hooves, and the soundnof crickets in the distance.
Reaching the gate entrance, walking past the the trucks and dead germans again, Twilight to ignore it again, looking away.
Passing the graphic scene, Anthony spoke up, breaking the silence, noticing Twilight not looking at the bodies.
"Not use to the blood and guts, huh?" He said.
"...N-no...I'm not...use to it." Her voice lowering with each word. "How can your speices handle...all that?" Twilight looking up to the Soldier.
"Well...not all of the human race is use to this..." Anthony begun, "I'm mean that there are people out there who hasn't seen this much destruction, those people just seen it in newspapers and on T.V....or in stories, but us, we are soldiers, we get use to it that we see it everyday."
A lot of questions in what Anthony said popped up in her head in in that one saying, but again with her other interests and curiosity, she will ask later.
"Well, would you look at that."
Twilight raises her head and sees a post with a word on it. They both stop to read.
'Auduoville La-Hubert - 10'
"How do you say it." Twilight said.
"I have no fucking no idea...but if it's a town, then we can look for it on the map, lets head back before they start to worry."
Noting and remembering the word, Twilight turns and gallops after Anthony who has already running back to the compound.
Passing the gate and slowering their approach, Twilight hears the group discussing of where they are.
"...then we must be by Exit 4?"
"No, then we could of seen-"
All three paratroopers turn towards the sound of movement behind them, to be Anthony and Twilight.
"You find out where we are?" Clayton the first to ask.
"Yea, we did, but not exactly." Anthony turning to Twilight, her noticing.
"Oh, um..." The pony walked up to the map, put her hind hooves on the pile of wood and began to search the town's name on the map.
"The name I can't say or sound out, to...complicated." She said, giving a nervous smile and her ears flopping down, Clayton to just smile.
"It's okay, just show it where on the map then we will take it from there." Clayton said, giving a friendly smile, then for Twilight to start again.
As Twilight was looking for a the name of the town on the map, looking at each word and trying to match the town name to that town name.
'Ste. Mére Eglise...No.'
'Turqueville...No.'
'Ravenoville...No.'
'St. Côme du-Mont...No.'
'Carentan...No.'
'Why are these names so hard pronounce?'
'Vierville...No.'
'St. Marie du-Mont...No.'
'Audouville la-...there!'
"There!" She cheered, causing the Paratroopers jump at the unexpected loud accomplishment. "Oh, sorry." Blushing.
"It's okay, just point where." Clayton said, recovering from the yell.
"It's okay, just show us where on the map." Clayton said, rubbing his nearly blown out ear.
"Jeez, haven't heard a lady this loud since your ex, Benjamin." Anthony said to his brother, also rubbing his ear.
"Up yours too." He responded.
After a quick recovery, the Soldiers look at where Twilight's hoof is pointing at the map.
"It sign said we are...'10' miles, I think, from this town right here." Her hoof pointing at the town, "Aaaduuuville deee Mont, but I don't know what direction.
"And that where the compass comes in." Benjamin said, putting the compass near the town.
Clayton looked between both the compass and map, trying to get a clear image and thinking to come in his head to pinpoint of where they are.
The compass arrow was pointing north a little bit to the left of them of where they stand at, giving Clayton a clear idea.
If Auduoville de-Mont is South to their location, then they are North to it by 16 klicks. Then their objective is just North-East or exactly East of their position, towards Exit 3 on the map that a road will lead them to the Main Beachhead Defences at Utah Beach, where they will flank and clear out any Bunkers, Gun Batteries, and/or Defending Infantry and Tanks.
Hoping they will meet more Friendly Forces on the way.
"Okay, I figured where we are," Clayton said.
"Enlighten us." Anthony said. The Paratroopers and Twilight to stare at him.
"North is that way," Holding his hand to their left, "We are just North to Audouville de-Mont by sixteen klicks, so our main objective is just East of our position," Then pointing his hand just straight to their position "That way, is Exit 3, which will lead us to the main beachheads defences at Utah Beach, there, we will clear out any bunkers and gun batteries to make the boys on the beach more easier to gain ground on the beach, and lessen anymore casulities." He said, looking at each of the soldiers, and Twilight, who had a confused look on her face. He'll have to explain all of this when this is over to her, she deserves it.
"Then we better start to double-time then, because the sun is about coming up, the invasion is about to start." Drake said, making the whole group to look up at the sky. The sky was now light blue and the sun's color of orange just in the distance behind them, it was about almost morning.
"What time is it-"
*Boom*
Just as Clayton said his question, their heads jerk up to the blue sky, hearing the sounds of cannon in the distance, but towards the Beachheads. One after another.
Twilight was confused and a bit scared of the unknown loud cannon shots in the distance, and of what Clayton explained to the other soldiers, she didn't understand a single word of his explanation.
"W-what is that sound." Twilight said, sinking to the ground after each explosion.
"The Invasion...it's starting." Clayton said staring blankly at the morning sky.
"Invasion, what do mean, what's going on you guys?!" She shouted, scaredness and fear in her voice, hoping for an answer.
"Lets go then." All the paratroopers began to jog out of the compound then, but for Clayton to kneel to Twilight's eye-level.
"Twilight please, just listen to us, we will all explain later of what is happening and why we are here." He said.
"But..."
"Twilight...please." Clayton said in desperation of her to calm down. Twilight was now beyond confused, breathing rapidly.
"Please..." Clayton said again.
"...okay...okay." she responded.
"Hey, come on, we got a mission to do!" Drake yelled back from the gate.
Both get up and run to catch up with the group, and onto towards the beachheads of Normandy, towards Utah Beach.
The sounds of rotors under the water, spun under the water, loud enough for the American Soldiers on the boats to hear it. Waves of the English Channel smash against their transporting Landing Craft, blowing up into the air and onto the wet and soaked Soldiers, even though they've been there for five minutes.
Each soldier on the boat was nervous, shaken, tired, or calm, but they were ready for what was about to come when that ramp dropped. They've all trained for this specific, yet very important operation that was about to be commenced and they had to succeed. The entire world, and the war, was about to be decided on this one day. And the soldiers felt the pressure on their shoulders. The 4th Infantry could feel it the most.
*Boom*
The powerful cannons of Battleships along the English Channel begin their scheduled barrage, the streams of the shells fly over the thousands of landing craft as they approach the beaches. The sound of explosions impacting the land, both the Navy and Army wish that it will destroy and/or soften the defences that await them. But they continue the barrage until they make sure of it.
And as they come closer to the beaches, they also come into range of the beached long-range gun batteries, who are now-alerted of the oncoming barrage of the U.S. Navy, and preping their guns for a counter-barrage, if they can manage.
This Atlantic Wall. The wall that was said to be unbreakable and unbeatable by the Germans. The wall that was built to keep any Invasion Force from the Western Allies and to fail if there was one. Thousand upon thousands of miles of Bunkers, Gun Emplacements, Barbwire, Tank Stoppers, Mines, and Divisions of Battle-Hardened Veteren German Soldiers to be guarding this said Atlantic Wall.
The Allied Expeditionary Force was about to now test this Defence of Hitler's Creation. And prove that theory wrong in a forceful way of Freedom and Democracy.
*Boom*
The German Gun Batteries begin their own barrage of destruction, as they spotted the approaching Landing Craft, the shells landing near or over.
"Thirty seconds!" One Transport Driver yells to the waiting soldiers.
Thirty more seconds left to invade, thirty final seconds that could be the end of hundreds American, British, and Canadian Soldiers of their lives.
The spinning of moving gears on the ramps begin to spin. The 4th Infantry Infantry begin reading themselves of the upcoming obstecles they might face.
The noise of Machine Gun fire bounce off the walls of the landing craft.
This was going to determine outcome of the war, this operation, Operation Overlord, and the Soldiers of the Allied Forces.
The ramps of thousands of Landing Craft drop to the water, the first foot out of the craft is the first of a journey.
Celestia gasps and drops her cup of tea onto the ground. The splash of broken glass is heard throughout the dining room. Grabbing the attention of the ponies in the room.
"Tia!" Princess Luna cried, noticing her older sister sudden instant blank stare and the dropping her cup onto the ground, her eyes widen.
"Princess Celestia, are you alright!" Yelled one of the Royal Guards in the room, for another group of Guards to rush into the room.
Celestia was breathing, sweat coming down her forehead of what she just felt.
She hasn't felt such a thing in her thousands of years of rule since King Sombra Reign.
It felt like thousands of heartbeats...just stopped. In one full second, the second that feeling came to her. But she didn't know where or what it was.
"Tia!"
Celestia was knocked out of her thought, and realized all the ponies in the roomwere looking at her, worried faces of their ruler.
"Yes...I...am alright." She said slowly.
"Are you sure, do we need to get the Royal Doctors?" A guard said.
"No, I'm fine...but get me another cup of tea, please."
The mortar shell lands on the group of paratroopers, the shell landing and exploding on upon impact, killing them instantly and flinging the dead bodies into the air and into the dirt ground.
An MG42 comes to life and begins mowing down the soldiers, forcing them to go prone in the dirt, but for a few to be cut down by the volley of bullets, leaving the paratroopers prone on the ground to be the only ones left.
In the distance, near the edge of of the treeline, Clayton, Twilight, and the rest of the paratroopers, observe, while kneeling and being hidden behind the dense treeline and bushes. The fighting was already going on when they arrived.
Clayton watched as his fellow paratroopers me mowed down by the MG Nest, that is set up on a crossroads, as American soldiers try to fire back at the MG, but to only be pinned down every time, and for another paratrooper to be shot and wounded or killed.
Turning away from that situation, Clayton stares out straight, across the exposed open fields and roads, staring at in the distance as he can hear the sounds of their Battleship's Cannons from out of the English Channel, mixed in with more MG fire and German Guns of their own. As he can see the backsides of bunkers and entrenched position about a mile or two away, where the beach landing, code named "Utah", was being assaulted by the 4th Infantry Division.
The Invasion of Normandy has officially begun.
Clayton and the many other Paratroopers of the 101st and 82nd Divisions must complete their assigned objective, in order for the Invasion to be successful, if it works, and if they succeed.
Their mission was to clear the secondary German defenses behind the Primary Defenses at the beach, so when the American Forces can break through, they won't have to worry of the secondary defenses more inland. There, they be able to establishing a secured beachhead and for more troops and supplies will be able to land at the beaches and get support and be relieved of their mission.
The Paratroopers might be able to finally get some rest after a long night and morning of continuous fighting. Hoping with some decent sleep, hot food, and be resupplied after the mission is done and completed.
If everything goes to plan, and if they even survive, which he hopes.
That was their mission, but now, they have to worry about the secondary defense forces and structures...and Twilight to be safe through all of it.
Clayton is snapped out of his thinking when he feels a presence kneel next to him. He looks to his left, for it to be Benjamin as he kneels on one leg and also looking out at the battlefield they will be fighting on.
"Man, our boys already advancing and being mowed down to pieces." Benjamin said as he watches the conflict that was already happening.
"And with this much open views of fields and roads, we'll be fired upon and be pinned down as soon as we step out there." Drake said, him was also kneeling on one leg to his Clayton's right.
Twilight is the next person/pony to walk up to the edge of the tree line, as she also can see and hear the gunshots from the machine.
She too can hear the rapidly repeating sound.
"What is that thing they're using?" Twilight said, as she looks and listens at the repeating MG42, "it sounds more powerful than the weapons you'll have."
"Well, Ms. Sparkle, that thing right over there is god-damn MG42." Anthony said.
"MG what?" Twilight said, looking at Anthony.
"It's just a weapon like ours but shoots faster and more powerful...Germans and their big guns." Anthony explained.
"Anyone got any plans to clear out this mess of German Defenses." Drake said, looking around among the paratroopers, but just shakes of their heads of "No", including Twilight with her yet of experience of this kind of situation.
But Clayton was the only one who has said nothing the last five minutes, while he observed their soon-to-be-battlefield, but only seeing open views and barely no cover.
As his eyes surveyed the land, he developed a very, but probably dangerous maneuver through the open fields, but if they get spotted, Germans could be on them in minutes.
The newly arrived Germans, the ones pinning down the American Paratroopers, has set up positions to their right, at crossroads and edges of fields with sandbags and makeshift covers from behind the hedgerows and ditches, including a mortar team just behind them.
Clayton looking between both German Positions to his left and right, he notices that their is a huge gap between the two positions, with no German Forces in sight, yet.
This gives a flanking opportunity to Clayton and his squad to flank the MG and Mortar positions to the left, who still had the others paratroopers still pinned down, and still being picked off one-by-one. When flanked and cleared the Germans, they can swing around the backside of any other German Positions and clear them out for more Airborne Forces to advance forward.
it was a perfect penetration in the German Defensive lines, and have to get past it before anymore German Forces can fortify the gap.
Clayton turns to his fellow comrades, who were still discussing of the situation but their attention was caught when they saw Clayton to towards them, stopping the discussion and to look at him.
"Okay, their is a clear and unoccupied gap between the Germans lines, and that's just ahead of us from where we are," Clayton holds out his hand flat in the air pointing at the direction, for the whole group to look and see the open, but no signs of German activity. "There, and for now, is no German Forces to have yet to set up any defensive positions over on our side, but for now, so we must act quick and undetected if we are able to flank and surprise the German Forces from behind." Clayton explained, "From there, we will help any other Paratroopers, and proceed to our objective after we make sure we helped enough, then clear the defenses at Utah Beach and let some stress off the 4th...got it?
Everyone nods, including Twilight after hearing the plan. Clayton turns and gestures the squad to line up next to him. They all line at the edge of the treeline, with Twilight to nervously line up just behind Clayton. Clayton turns to her.
"Just keep your head down and stay close to us, and stay in cover." Clayton said, for Twilight to nod her head.
Clayton turns forward, takes a few steps onto the open road. he peaks his head out and looks both to his left and right down the treeline.
After a quick check, he turns to the group.
"Diamond Formation, Benjamin and Anthony on the sides, Drake in back and watch our six, Twilight in the middle." He silently ordered. They all got to their assigned positions, but for Twilight to just stand there in confusion as the Paratroopers surround her.
"Just keep up with everyone, Kid." Drake said, smiling, but for Twilight to nervously smile back.
"Move out and quick." Clayton ordered.
The group started their movement across the road, and begin their trek across the French Crop fields to the landing sites, their heads down, and walking as fast as they can while keeping low, and staying in formation, weapons at the ready for any contact.
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Twilight was focused and surveyed the surrounding of any movement, but was nervous, even though she was slowly getting use to the situations, she has experienced events similar to this.
She could compare this to the Changeling Invasion on Canterlot, but this situation was way worse than the Canterlot Invasion.
She could hear the ongoing gunfire in the distance to her right and left along with shouting and explosions, even feeling the vibration in the dirt under hooves.
But she could feel vibrations that felt more powerful but was low feeling in the dirt, and she felt like it was coming from the front direction of her, but far away from where she is now.
Twilight was trying to stay in 'Formation' with the paratroopers. But was beginning to breath more quickly as she tries to keep up with the soldiers, as well of her legs starting to burn due to her crouching walking or what ever it was called, but it burned her thighs.
They finally crossed the open dirt field and up onto the graveled road and stop against a one-of-the-many hedgerow walls that were across the entire area.
Clayton surveyed the surrounding area around them to see any activity of some sorts, friendly or German. But nothing, with the ongoing firefight in the distance the only sound there is.
"How far do we have to go to get behind the lines?" Drake said in a low voice to Clayton.
"Maybe about two or three more fields, but maybe cross three to make sure we are able to flank them and surprise them." Clayton responded. He turns and crouch walks to the opening in the hedgerow that leads out to the next open field. After a quick recon of the area, he signals to move with a flap of his hand.
They again to quickly crouch walk across the field , all alert of any movement.
They once again quickly cross the field and up the slope to another hedgerow wall, where they stop and wait. Clayton notices as they get closer to the German Lines, more signs of war there was.
Their were impact craters in the fields, and more as they continued more towards the sea, but most was just shell holes from mortars or from bombardments from their Battleships off-shore or bombing runs from their Bombers.
If they were their guns, they were not hitting anything.
'What a waste of heavy ordnance...wonder how our boys are doing on the beach.' Clayton stands and peaks over the hedgerow, looking towards the direction of the beaches. But could only see more fields and sky.
But he can hear explosions in the direction in the distant.
"One more field to cross, then we should be behind the lines." Clayton said, kneeling back down and looking down back at the group.
"I need to work out more, my legs are killing me for squatting this long." Anthony said, stretching out his right leg while balancing on the other one.
"We're good." Benjamin said, sighing.
They all get back in formation and start their cross across the field for the last time.
But barely taking three steps onto the next field, Clayton quickly flicks up his hand into the air into a fist. The group stops immediately and the Paratroopers lift their Rifles.
After few seconds of listening, sounds of engines came into hearing distance, making Clayton look towards the right towards the sound.
"Movement to our right, on the road just behind us." Anthony said as he keeps his eyes through his iron sights.
Clayton's mind acts quickly.
"It coming towards us," Clayton whispered, before shouting, "Get to the other side of the road!"
They all got up from their crouch positions and start to, as the closing convoy of German Trucks begin to appear in their eye sight as they look back.
The group were easy targets with no cover in the fields.
The Paratroopers and Twilight finally get up the slope on the road and quickly go prone on the other side of the road, laying side-by-side of each other.
Clayton slowly lifts his head enough where the his helmet and his eyes are only seen over the slope and road, his Rifle at the ready in his hands. Then the convoy of German Trucks begin crossing the road they just passed.
Clayton watches each German Truck past by, leaving behind dust clouds from the tires. The others cautiously lift there heads from cover to watch also.
"We must far enough behind the lines." Drake said
"So far so good." Clayton said.
He slides down the slope and looks forward towards the sea and glance at the beachhead's direction in the distance.
But couldn't see nothing but the top of more small hills, slopes and hedgerows. But he could hear the explosions in the distance still going on, even feeling a little rumble of movement under his hand in the dirt.
If the Paratroopers can clear the secondary defenses inland, this will give the Army at the beaches a little breather when they are able to break through. But the Paratrooper had to get through the resisting Secondary German Forces first.
"Clayton."
Clayton turns back around and sees Drake signal him with his hands.
"The convoy stopped." He said.
Clayton drops into his prone position and crawls up the slope to the top, stops his advance when his eyes were able to see over the slope.
After a few long seconds for the convey to cross, two trucks stop just in the middle of the road. A dust cloud to form as the tires slow down.
For German Soldiers to begin to unload from the backs of the covered transport trucks. With more and more Germans to unload nonstop, making Clayton nervous of the number of enemies being unloaded.
Then after, the Germans begin to haul out boxes from the transport trucks, small and large boxes alike, few wooden and few metal.
The group watched as the Germans unload boxes and yell orders to other soldiers of the area. Sandbags begun to be taken out of the grey boxes and stacked upon each other on the road facing the direction they came from, along with a Tripod set just behind the sandbagged wall of cover.
One of the German Officers then shouts an order, but out of hearing distance for the Paratroopers to make out.
Clayton watches as the German Officer points to both directions down the road, for many of the German Forces to begin to run in the direction.
Clayton could count about ten German Regulars in all, including the Two drivers and the two Soldiers who hopped off the supply truck, then the rest from the first truck.
With the other large number of German soldiers somewhere else, and hoping they won't come back...
They got the element of surprise...
Clayton slowly moved down, and use his hands to gesture the rest of the group to the bottom base of the field. Slowly, each paratrooper gathered in crouch position on both sides of Clayton, with Twilight to sit in front of Clayton.
"I count ten Krauts, and they don't know we are here...for now." Clayton said, raising his M1, "lets take them out quick and fast, then we will split up in two groups to clear the German Positions on both the right and left, before they notice us too." He explained, "Benjamin and Anthony, Clear out the positions on the left, I will take Drake and Twilight to clear out the positions on the right,...got it?" All paratroopers and pony nodded.
"Okay, lets deal with these guys first..." The group crawls to the top and begin locating all German Soldiers for target assignments.
But their view was getting blocked by the two still-parked trucks, and each time a German Soldier would be out of sight or no perfect view shot from any of the Paratroopers.
"Damn, these guys just won't hold still." Anthony said.
"No clear shots at this angle, those trucks are blocking my view." Drake said.
"Well..." Benjamin said, lowering his M1 Garand, "Maybe we won't have to use our guns for this situation..." Clayton looking at him, "...how about we get up close and quiet." Benjamin pulling out his Bayonet.
"Lets do it then." Clayton putting his rifle to the side and pulling out his M1911 and Bayonet. "Twilight, stay here with Anthony and watch out backs, Anthony, stay here and cover us while we cross to the road, shoot only when we are spotted or to help with the clearing."
"Yes, sir." Anthony aiming his Garand towards the trucks, adjusting his position and his weapon to his comfort.
...
"Go." Clayton signaled. All getting up from their prone positions and over the sloped road and down into the field. Twilight crawling to top of the sloped road and watch the paratroopers crouch walk to the other side, next to Anthony as he adjust his iron sight s on his Garand.
Twilight has been quiet for a while, mainly because of all the events that has happened when they left that compound, and the sun has come up, or what she can tell if it is. Their were just grey clouds and little sprinkles of rain. She was finally feeling the cold air and wind blow past her against her body, making her shiver, her purple hair lightly flowing against the wind.
She was confused, but she could feel adrenaline through her body, and she tried to keep calm through all this crazy things happening around her. Her mind was on overdrive of all the events that has happened so far...so far.
She could hear loud explosions behind her towards more into the open fields, feeling the vibrations, but barely to feel for what ever it was. More of the sounds that the soldier's weapons sounded, loud and powerful, unlike anything she have seen or read in Equestria.
Twilight has never seen or heard a weapon of mass destruction that can do to a single pony, or what it can do to these species in this world she was in.
it just took any hoof to control and unleash its power. And its result were quick and painful, from what she has experienced so far...so far...for now.
These weapons they used were different than their main Military issue, with just spears, arrows, shields, and plated armor.
Wait, do they actually have a military?
This kind of weaponry in this world was more advanced in her own terms from what she has read, and totally different in use and...feel.
She moves her back leg, feeling her muscles move to where that piece of metal was in lodged in earlier this morning. She could no pain, now that it was healed, and from Clayton has done to make it feel that way. But the pain she felt was nothing she experienced in her entire life, and hopes she would never feel a pain like that again. But with the weapons the soldiers carry, she wonders how much pain, or death, is felt. She has seen its true power when Clayton and Drake killed those Germans using the weapon, and was glad it dark at the time, she did not want to see the result.
But eventually, she would see it.
Clayton, Drake, and Benjamin were near the edge of the road, who are still crouched and holding their weapons in hand. And luckily, no German has spotted them yet.
Anthony was still in over watch of the three paratroopers, surveying and seeing any threat to their stealthy approach. He was focused and alert, not wanting to fail his comrades, with Twilight laying next to him.
Clayton aimed his pistol at any movement of the German soldiers as they begin finish up their defensive position on the road, the two trucks still parked. As they near closer, he spots two German Soldiers on both ends of the roads, North and South, looking out towards the other open fields, two Germans working on still setting up the MG42, three Germans in a group looking at a map in between the two trucks, and two Germans on both sides of the sand bags looking out towards the direction of the treeline they came from. With all soldiers accounted for, and their backs were towards the paratroopers, which makes things much easier.
All three sneaking American Soldiers stop just at the bottom of the sloped road. Clayton signals Drake and Benjamin towards him.
They gather next to Clayton, for him to signal Drake to the German to the left, and Benjamin to the German to the right. They both look at their targets and nod, and the three start to slowly and quietly as they can, walk up slope.
Clayton was controlling his breathing and movement of not to make any sounds as they approach. At this distance, he can hear the three speaking Germans, and their fingers were pointing on the map, and knowing their full attention was on the map.
Just a few feet away from the German group, Clayton readies his take down.
...
'Now' He whispers in his mind.
Clayton lunges forward, quickly putting his left hand on the soldiers mouth and his bayonet in his throat, as the soldier tries to resist to only fall limp. Anthony and Benjamin do the same move and take down their targets, killing the three in a quiet and swift assassinations. Then for each of the paratroopers to drag the now-dead soldiers down the slope and onto the dirt field, out of sight,
After laying them down, he looks around again to each German. None heard or moved. He takes out his knife out of the dead, hearing the flesh against metal as it slides out.
Looking to Drake and Benjamin, he signaled to them once again, pointing Benjamin to the German group on the left, and Drake to the German group to the right.
Clayton turns around and signals back to Anthony and Twilight, spinning his hand in the air.
"That's us, let's go." Anthony said, getting up from his prone position and began their way to the rest of the group. Twilight just behind him.
Clayton unslings his M1 Garand and turns his direction to the remaining Germans, who are still occupied of their job, but with the MG42 almost done being set up as the assigned Germans still working on it.
Crossing the field as quickly as they can, they reach and prone next to Clayton.
Making sure everything was set, Clayton starts to move up the slope onto the road, followed by Anthony, with Benjamin and Drake start their way towards their targets. But Twilight was only be stopped by a hand, causing her jump a bit.
Twilight looks up for it to Clayton.
'Wait here' Clayton sounded out with his lips, but not saying anything. Then he slowly crept up to the top of the road.
Clayton and Anthony take positions behind the trucks, and wait as Benjamin and Drake get into their position.
Clayton peaks around the corner of the truck, spotting the remaining German Soldiers. He takes about only one step, but then to only quickly swing back behind the truck again, as one of the working German Soldiers stands up from the now-finished MG42.
"Fertig," said the Soldier, turning around, "Was jetzt-" He stops in his tracks, "Kapitän?" He begins walking forwards, trying to call out for his Commanding Officer, getting closer to the hidden paratroopers.
Clayton quickly pulls out his bayonet, and gesturing to Drake to hold, for Drake to slowly hug his cover that conceals him.
"Kapitän?!" The German called again, walking past the two trucks and to the roads edge, he looks down sees the bodies of his Officer and the two other now-dead Germans.
Twilight laying against the dirt ground, eyes widen. Also causing the soldier to go wide-eyed too.
But before the German can do or say anything, Clayton launches to the soldier and stabs him in the neck, and slices across the rest of his throat, spinning him around and falling down onto the field too, landing near the rest of dead comrades.
"American!"
Clayton whips around, to see the other working German looking at him. He picks up his rifle on the ground, but Drake shoots him before he could even touch it, killing him. The other two sentries turn towards the gunshot, but for both to have a knife stuck in their necks.
Anthony and Benjamin pull out their knifes of the dead soldier's necks, letting them fall onto the road, blood flowing out of their punctured lung.
"Well, so much for sneaking around anymore." Anthony said, unslinging his Garand.
"They know were here now," Clayton said, unslinging his Garand too, Twilight to climb up the slope and stand next to Clayton. "Okay, lets do this quick before they sends troops our way, Benjamin and Anthony, take out any German Positions to the left of us, and help out our boys breakthrough, while me, Drake, and Twilight take care of ones on the right," Clayton turns and points towards the beachheads, "Then push through forward towards the beachheads and clear out those bunkers and trenches, then lets find each other when it's all clear."
"Rrroger that, Captain." Anthony said with a salute. Benjamin to gently hit his brother in the stomach with the butt of his M1.
"Come on." Benjamin said, as they both brothers began their mission.
"Move out." Clayton ordered.
Both groups begin to head their assigned routes, Twilight in close pursuit with Drake and Clayton. ---
*Boom*
Dirt flies in the air, and landing on the soldiers, dirt falling on and across their face. Streaks of yellow pass over there heads, powerful and loud screeching from it, as the pinned down soldiers try to keep as low to the ground as they can.
"Parker, where is 2nd squad!"
"They-they're pinned down over the next field to our left sir, same with 3rd Squad just behind us!"
"God dammit, we can move a single inch without being shot at!" The Sargeant yelled. For another streak of gunfire hits near the top of the sloped cover he is behind.
*Boom*
A mortar round explodes just behind the two soldiers, the Sergeant to put his face into the dirt, feeling the powerful blast shake through him.
He begins to lift his face out of the dirt, spitting and coughing out small deb re and smoke.
"P-(Cough)-Parker, uhhh, Parker sound off!" He yells for his second-in-command.
He looks around for his comrade, and spots him yards behind him.
He stares at the torn and bloodied body on the ground, his entire right leg and arm torn off, guts hanging out of the opening, half his face unrecognizable.
He picks up his Tompson, gets on his knees, and pulls the trigger to begin spraying at the German position.
"You sons of bitches!" He keeps his finger on the trigger, the force of the sub machine gun causing him to pull up a bit, but able to keep the weapon steady with ease.
Until he hears and feels the click of his loader.
He quickly ducks back down before the return fire from the Germans to begin their volley of bullets.
The Sergeant drops out the empty ammo stick and pulls out another loaded clip from behind the back of his waist.
"Sarge!"
He turns towards the voice, to be his fellow squad mate.
"You alright Sarge!?" He asks again.
"I'm alright son, but they got Parker."
Another volley falls against them again, both ducking into their cover.
"We can't stay here, we'll be here for a long time if we don't do anything, or be dead by the time they break through!"
"lets just hope friendlies come by or if those Battleships can hit anything."
*BOOM*
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"Damn, they're tearing them apart." Drake said from behind the bush.
"MG Team positioned on the road, Mortar Team just behind." Clayton said, pointing out the positions.
"Well, what should we take out first?"
"Let's get the MG Team first, so we could get support from whoever is pinned down over there." Clayton said.
"Lets do it."
"Twilight, watch our back for more contact?"
"O-Okay." Twilight asked with a shaky voice.
Both Paratroopers get up from their cover, leaving Twilight to try to think through sentence Clayton said, before snapping out of her mind and quickly catch up to them both.
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"Sarge, are you alright?!"
"Yes...I'm fine." He responded.
As soon as the dust started to clear, they begin to hear gunfire, but different from the German gunfire. A familiar sound.
The Sargent got his Tompson, shakes off the dirt, climbed up the slope to get a view on the new sound.
When he reached and was able to see over the top, he spots the German MG Crew shooting at something else to his right, with their own small arms.
He turns his head to what the Germans are firing at, seeing the tracers as he turns.
By the road, he could see two figures poking out from behind the slopes, firing their weapons at the German MG Crew. Then quickly snaps back to action.
"Parker, tell the men to move up now, this might be our only chance of getting out of this, advance and fire to the other side of the field." He ordered, lifting up his SMG and standing up.
"Yes Sargent." Parker responded, getting up on his feet, himself. "Paratroopers, move forward and take out that MG Nest, we are finishing our mission!"
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Clayton continues to fire his M1 Garand, along with Drake and his Carbine, trying to get the Germans attention and hope whoever they are helping to help them.
He fires two more shots, then for the last bullet fired to hit a German in the chest, causing him to fall backwards, dead. The cartirage dings and flies out the loader.
"Reloading!" Clayton yells, ducking down and begins to pull out another clip.
"Where the hell are they?!" Drake yells as he fires.
"I don't know..." He pops in the new clip and snaps the cocker back and lets go, for it to fly forward and shut, loading the weapon. "Just have to wait-"
*Boom*
An explosion goes off across the road, causing the Paratroopers to duck behind cover, Twilight to dig into the earth.
"Shit, they have the mortar on us!" Drake said, getting up from cover and begins to fire back at the Germans again. "Clayton, we don't have long until-"
"Look!" Twilight said pointing over the slope, For both to look at where she is directing.
To the left of them, they can see the group of friendly Paratrooper Forces, advancing and firing at the Germans, also catching their attention, but before two Germans being killed.
"Finally." Drake said.
"Lets move too, and close the gap."
They again get up from the field, and begin picking off the surrounded German forces, noticing them to slowly move back to the open field.
Twilight stays behind Clayton and Drake, to not get in the way of the fire, and watch as they kill the Germans.
With both direction of fire from the two groups of Paratroopers, they are able to keep the MG Crew suppressed, and from choosing who to fire at first, as they are slowly being picked off and surrounded.
The last German is struck on his helmet, for him to flick back his head as the bullet rips through, the force causing the helmet to fly into the air onto the ground, along with now-dead German, landing on the ground.
The two groups finally meet around the cleared MG Nest, but still on alert. Once the area is cleared, the Sargent calls out Clayton.
"Thanks for the save, Private." The Sargent said, turning towards the Paratroopers, and Twilight just behind them.
"No problem, Sargent sir." Clayton said.
"Is it just you two?"
"We have another two helping out the troops to the north and towards the beaches, Sargent."
"And...what about...the...pony?" The Sargent said, as he looks at Twilight. Both Clayton and Drake to look at Twilight behind them.
"That's a long story...um, Sargent" Clayton said, a bit of uneasiness of what to say.
But the Sargent kept on staring at her, his eyes narrowing. For Clayton and Drake to feel more uneasiness.
"S-Sargent?" Clayton called out, kicking out of his gaze.
"Well...well tell me later, but lets finish this first, Troopers, lets move forward before we get pinned down again." He said, but the other Paratroopers kept on staring.
"I said move out, troopers!" He yelled at his squad mates. For them to snap out of their trance and begin moving again, the same for Twilight, Drake, and Clayton.
But for Clayton and Drake to look at each other for a bit, then continue, followed by Twilight.
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"Damn, the mortar team retreated more towards back to the beaches." The Sargent said, kicking over the wall of sandbags that surrounded the once-used mortar position. Looking up towards the hedgerow wall that blocked the view of their advance. "Lets move before they set up again."
The group of paratroopers begin to make their way to the hedgerow, picking up speed as seconds past. But for Clayton, he was worried about Twilight.
The look on the Sargeant's face was different than the other soldiers who haven't seen Twilight yet, that was either that Twilight was an animal that the other paratroopers has not seen, colorful and not like any pony or horse they have seen. But what worries Clayton the most is how his Commanding officers will react to her.
But he will worry of that, if, they make out of harms way for them all.
They finally reach the foot of the hedgerow, as they survey the area of enemy movement.
The Sargent crouches and lays down his Tompson, then pulling out a map from one of his pouches and lays it out on the dirt field.
"You two." The Sargent pointing to two of his squad members. "Go around and find out what is between us and the beaches, then report back."
"Yes, Sargent." The soldier said, then signaling the other assigned paratrooper before heading to their quick recon mission.
"Everyone gather up." The Sargent ordered. The all quickly form around him and the map. Clayton kneeling down next to him, then Drake, then Twilight just behind them.
"We have about two more fields to cross until we finally hit the beaches at Utah, and when we get there, begin clearing out the bunkers and the trenches to take some pressure off the 4th, and hope we might get some rest after we are done." He explained, "let's be quick and keep moving, don't get pinned or bogged down, because we don't have flanking support, close air support, or Artillery, we are already to close to friendly forces, we can't chance more causalities."
As the group of soldiers listen, Twilight was just looking around their surroundings, but she was listening to what was being said. She could see the two other soldiers at the end of the hedgerow that was blocking their view of what was to be seen in that direction.
Twilight began to look at the scenery and the weather.
The sky was still covered from grey-storm clouds, like it has since the sun was coming up, but she could only feel sprinkles and drops of rain. Their was a slight breeze of air through her fur, even causing her to shiver a bit from the cold air.
The nature around her was flat dirt fields, that could go on and on from what she has seen, tall walls of grass and bushes that outline the fields, brown wooden fences, the gravel roads, and large holes in the ground.
Besides all the chaos that has went on, her mind wonders of the world she is in, and exactly WHAT did she find herself in, and most importantly how did she...get...here...
How did she get here?
All she remembers since she arrived to her room was just that she was tired, and just falling asleep. The thought of the meeting with the Griffons must have made her very...tired...and...
Suddenly it hit her.
'Oh Celestia, the meeting!'
'The meeting with Griffon Kingdom for the recent disputes with Equestria-
Equestria, Celestia, the meeting, she has forgot about home...
She has been distracted and reeled in of what has happened this whole morning, even though it has been hours since she woke up in the world.
Twilight's mind was beginning to go crazy of her sudden realization of her situation.
How could she possibly get home? Did her friends and the Princesses notice she has disappeared? Or is this the same world in her-
"Sargent!"
The Sargeant looks up from the map, and spots the two scouts running back towards them. The yell knocks Twilight out of her thinking and condition, as she to, but is startled, turns towards the voice.
it was the Two paratroopers that were sent to recon of what was ahead. For both soldiers to reach the group and crouch into the ground.
"Report?" The Sargent asked.
"We spotted another machine gun position, but just one, just straight across the fields and across the road, positioned behind the bunkers," The soldier said, "We have also spotted German soldiers inside and positioned in the trenches, but no exact number of Germans."
"Any armor?"
"Just trucks parked behind the bunkers, and one halftrack too, but doesn't look it's operated right now, but we should move before they get that halftrack alive and running, sir, we have no way to take on armor, other than just our grenades." He finished explaining.
"I agree to, soldier, we've been to stationary to long, the boys need our help." The Sargent said, picking up the map and standing up, then stuffing the map back into his pouch.
"Lets split up, and give that MG no way to pin us down...Mack, Jason, Ripper, with me, we will flank left." He said, unslinging his Tompson, "While the rest of you flank right, Dickson, go with them."
"Yes sir." Responded the Paratrooper.
Then the group begins to run off to the left side of the hedgerow, disappearing behind the corner.
"Lets move, light on your feet boys!" Yelled Dickson, then begins to jog to their side, followed by the rest of the group.
