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// Chapter 1. Bad Logistics and the Cleansing of Mareville 
// Story: The First Battle of Equestria 
// by Spyderslicer 
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This is my first attempt at an MLP story, let alone a crossover with a very different universe. Go into this knowing a few things. I love the show and I do plan to see this through. I want your feedback, no trolls, if you have a problem don’t even bother. If you have some constructive criticism it is welcome and will be listened to. In the name of our one true ruler (which is up to you to decide who that is.) 

I guess I should let you guys know that everything to do with MLP:FIM is owned by Hasbro, anything to do with Warhammer 40000 and the Death Korps of Krieg is owned by Gamesworkshop and Forgeworld. I own zip and make no money off of this. This is the only time I'm going to put a disclaimer as I'm sure you won't need me to nag.

As long as there has been one true god there has been killing in their name.

Edited on July 7th to fix spelling and grammar errors
Edited on July the 20th to add in Imperial prayers
Edited on July 25th to fix a lore error



It is the forty-first millennium, and there is only war. For over ten-thousand years humanity has been in constant war with aliens, heretics, rebels, mutants and Dark Gods. 
The planet is Krieg, a planet that seceded from the Imperium of Man. The planets leaders denounced the Emperor and most of the planet sided with the rebels. 

A single hive stayed loyal to the Emperor. They sent out a message on what had happened. They received a single reply. 

‘You are to hold out, push the enemies of the Imperium back. Your objective is to retake Krieg. May the Emperor be with you.’ 

Shortly after the beginning of the civil war the leader of the Imperial Loyalists was shown by the Mechanicus a secret cache of weapons, he detonated the forbidden weapons that plunged the planet into a permanent nuclear winter. Countless billions died in an instant as the bombs detonated in the planet’s atmosphere. 

What followed was a massive war, with the Imperial Loyalists coming out victorious after five-hundred years of underground, tunnel and trench warfare. They now give huge tithes of men to help the Imperial war machine. The men of Krieg are grim, they are soldiers not known by names, but as numbers on a data slate. They fear nothing, giving their lives willingly to the God Emperor as forfeit for their ancestor’s treachery. They are experts of siege warfare, whittling away at their enemies over years. When need-be they will rush waves of men to take ground. They know that death is coming; they are the Death Korps of Krieg.




In the year 912912.M41, dozens of ships left Krieg and entered the warp headed for the planet Ozacom Prime.


O Eternal Emperor
Who alone watches us,
And rules the tides and storms,
Be compassionate to your servants,
Preserve us from the perils of the Warp,
That we may be a safeguard to the Domain of Men.


Their prayer went unheard for a single ship hit a seam of sorts entering through a wormhole that took them on a very different path. They belched forth from the warp months later right on time. Following the coordinates they located a planet. It was a different size and description than what they were given. 

Assuming that logistics had dropped the ball, they loaded up infantry to land on the planet. Assuming that the other regiments would follow they began preparations for landing. An LZ was chosen to begin landing men and equipment. As night fell so too did the transports of the 501st siege regiment along with elements of the 391st artillery company and the 103rd tank regiment. 

A beach head was established and an HQ set up. They brought down everything they would need, weapons, ammunition, artillery, shells and rations. They began to wait for their support to arrive, days turned to weeks, weeks turned into months. They made the assumptions that their fellow men had perished in the warp. 

Astropaths aboard the ‘Screams of Retribution’ sent out messages requesting reinforcements and improved logistics. They never received a reply.

In a different universe the 501st, 391st and 103rd were considered to be lost to the warp and would be stricken from Imperial records as MIA. Their fellow men had reached Ozacom Prime and were assisting against the Waugh that plagued the planet.

The colonel of the operation decided the only possibility was to begin to find their enemy. Looking at the maps of the area that become useless due to the foul-up from logistics, they were forced to use a series of low resolution images from the vessel ‘Screams of Retribution’. They located the nearest signs of civilization and sent out a scouting party of four platoons. A one day march was all it took to arrive at what was termed sector E 52-12. 

What they found was a village devoid of any visible human life. Instead they found horses, or judging from their size; ponies. They appeared to be oddly domesticated; the town was colorful and rural. This made no sense; they were told that Ozacom Prime was a factory world. There shouldn’t be any forests or towns. Had logistics dropped the ball on the world type too?

They reported via Vox to their superiors. They were told to search the town for any human life and find anything to give them a better view of the area. The enemy would know the land; they would need to follow that example. The guardsmen had encircled the town. At noon they moved in. The animals might be domesticated, but they seemed to freeze as the trench coat wearing gas masked men advanced. Was it their smell? Did they feel different then their missing masters? Two platoons kept advancing; the other two were on over-watch.

Lieutenant 1647-3026-0129-1534 Tyloc kept flicking his eyes to the windows in case of an ambush. The small equines were still staring wide eyed at him.

“Who are you?” a male voice asked. 

Tyloc aimed his Lucius pattern no. 94 laspistol towards the source of the voice. All he saw was an equine. His eyes flickered around trying to find where the voice had come from.

“Who said that?” Tyloc called out in a muffled voice.

“Um, that was me,” the voice called back.

“Where are you? Civilian? PDF?” Tyloc replied still searching.

“I’m here, the pony,” the voice replied.

Tyloc turned his view to a bluish coated horse with an odd brand of a… top hat on the beasts flank? Tyloc just stared for a moment.

“Who are you?” the creature asked again.

Tyloc turned away from the equine.

“Men our God Emperor has given us a chance of redemption. We cleanse this town in his name,” Tyloc said through his vox bead, “take this one alive for later interrogation. Flamers, try to avoid unnecessary destruction of property, we need to locate any logistics. You are free to fire at will. In our Emperors name.”


Smite the foe!
Smash the enemy!
For the Emperor we bring death!


With that order the small town in sector E 52-12 became a blood bath. Tyloc turned aimed his laspistol at the nearest pony and fire a red beam of light that punched clean through its head. The light brown equine collapsed. He then walked to the stunned blue pony and whipped it in the head knocking it to the ground. It took the equines a moment to realize what was happening. Reinforcements were called and the situation reported. The cleansing of the small town of Mareville had begun. 

Tyloc watched as Guardsman1505-6392-4023-0623 shot three equines with his Lucius pattern no. 98 lasgun and through a no.38 frag grenade down an alley after a half dozen smaller ponies had rushed down it.

Then Guardsman 5195-1637-7913-5194 followed it up with a short flamer burst.

By nightfall the cleansing was complete. The death toll reached thousands of the equines. A dozen guardsmen were injured by kicks when cornering the filthy beasts. No deaths. After they tore the town apart they discovered maps and various texts. Before they left they razed the town to the ground, leaving only the husk of buildings and the stench of death in the air.

It surprised their superiors that the maps and books were in low Gothic. They began noting the strangeness of the information given to them. The maps had clearly marked territory, divided up into various clans or tribes. The pony tribe was clear, then things such as griffins and dragons; obviously they were the names of other equine clans. This was probably a planet used by the sick and deranged Tau. Probably some sort of experiment to create some sort of ally to fall in with their bovine herd. 

They couldn’t get much information out of the blue equine know as Ocean Breeze, after a twenty-four hour torture session he was executed. Whatever the reason these creatures existed at all was moot, they were a stain in the Emperors vision; therefore their lives would be forfeit. Suffer not the Xeno to live.

Colonel 7457-6305-1497-2496-1356 Atlas looked at the information laid out before him in his temporary command bunker. He was the highest ranking officer to have made it to the warzone.

“This campaign shall be the first battle for Equestria,” he said his hand on the map, “our long term goal is to take and hold the city of Canterlot,” murmurs of approval from his subordinates.

Atlas turned to his coms assistant, “send a message to the Screams of Retribution, they need to have the astropaths continue sending messages to the Departmento Munitorum requesting reinforcements. They should also inform them of the possible Tau experiments underway.”

More orders were sent out. Men were still being ferried down along with more ammunition and vehicles.
The first battle for Equestria was underway.


So what do you guys think thus far? Should I continue this bastard child? Or should I shoot it before it can feed? It will get grimmer and darker, because it is the 41st millennium and there is only…. Ponies? I also apologize for it being a bit of a text wall. When writing about the Krieg it will be a lot of description as they are rather quiet numbers. They are not exactly known for prolonged conversation. There will be more dialogue when it comes to the ponies. Hope you enjoyed it and hope you guys have a great day.

Hunter C. Creed