The First Battle of Equestria

by Spyderslicer

Chapter 3. The Siege of Tramplevania

The line of men and war machines went on for miles, a massive column of grey coated men walking alongside grey armor and towed artillery pieces.

Commissar Darren Aviel from the planet Boreas, was overseeing the massive column from his Centaur. All the Commissar could think was these were the perfect soldiers to fight for the Emperor. They did would not complain and they would never retreat. They knew nothing but forward, whether it took months, years even decades, they would keep fighting until they had ground the Emperors enemies to dust.

The leaders of the operation had decided on some detours. He might have interjected and told them it was not important, but every Xeno they left alive was one more that could fight them on the field of battle at a later date. The equine beasts seemed a frail bunch, not a single true weapon was brought to bear in Mareville, even the feudal worlds of the Imperium had spears and swords in their villages for protection. These creatures hardly seemed fit for combat. That didn’t mean they didn’t have some sort of higher combat form, the cowards, relying on size to throw their weight around. These beasts probably fed on grass like their Tau cousins. It mattered not; they were filthy xenos to be cleansed in holy flame.

They had been in this column for close to a week. Night was beginning to fall just as the city of Tramplevania came into view. The men of the 501st moved like clockwork. They spread out along a massive front spanning kilometers. At first light they were to get ready to begin their advance. Artillery was placed carefully, as they were rather short on guns, if they were at the full strength they would have thousands of siege guns, instead they had 192. The artillery stayed ten kilometers away from Tramplevania, as the artillery got a bead on Tramplevania half the strength of the 501st, a quarter of a million men were advancing at a steady pace starting at dawn, each man at least five yards apart from each other.

As half the 501st advanced, the other half was digging trenches around the siege guns.

The siege of Tramplevania went off exactly on schedule, at 11:29 Terra standard time; every gun of the 391st aimed its sights towards Tramplevania. The men of the 501st had been marching since first light.

Across the line at the dozens of batteries the same scene played out. A soldier with a vox caster listened to a series of beeps. The battery CO had his arm in the air and was looking at his vox operator.

“Sir, code confirmed, open fire,” the guardsman told the batteries CO.

“Open fire!” the guardsman bellowed swinging his arm down.

At 11:30 sharp every gun fired simultaneously. The siege of Tramplevania began; it was to be a three week affair. The 391st would continue shelling the city with heavy mortars and quad launchers until exactly 12:00 three weeks after the beginning of the siege, whereupon men of the 501st supported by elements 103rd armored would assault the city to clean up the stragglers.

As artillery shell flew towards the defenseless equines, men of the 501st advanced watching as the shells of their artillery flew overhead. The ponies had no idea what was happening, one minute it was a beautiful day the next it was complete chaos, a family of three ponies disappeared in a fiery explosion kicking dirt, bone and chunks of flesh several meters in every direction. The massive structures of Tramplevania stood defiantly as countless shells exploded against it. The ponies that were inside the structures weren’t nearly as lucky; several families sitting down for a quiet lunch disappeared as shells burst through windows. Those not killed outright found themselves in horrible pain as they lay in the streets and buildings watching other ponies running around in sheer terror. One foal was shaking her mother who was lying on her side coughing up blood due to a massive chunk of shrapnel sticking out of her neck.

Those that could get away did, Pegasi left by the thousands heading in every direction, those heading straight towards Canterlot to warn their princess fell into the open arms of the advancing 501st, some managed to escape to safety by heading eastward. Some unicorns and earth ponies followed the path towards Canterlot, they were met with a wall of lasguns, those watching from Tramplevania were terrified as they looked from windows, ponies lay dead and dying all across the streets, as a purple unicorn ran out to help a blue earth pony writhing in the street a shell hit next to them, they disappeared in fire and smoke leaving nothing but chunks of burnt flesh and bone.

The men of the 501st stopped approximately a half kilometer away, whereupon they began digging foxholes. By nightfall they had over a hundred thousand foxholes dug with two men to a hole. By morning they began to link the foxholes beginning their trench line. By the end of third day they were working on platoon trenches and linking those together, by the end of the week they had formed company trenches and were linking those together. It had become a game between the different companies to see who could dig the fastest, making the men reminiscent of their training exercises done on the surface of Krieg.

As the men of 391st were shelling the frak out of Tramplevania, the men of the of 103rd were prepping their vehicles for battle burning incense and saying prayers to the machine spirits and the men of the 501st were busy setting up razor-wire and mine fields, while they were busy, so too were the ponies who were doing preparations of their own.

“Come on you mares, give me another twenty!” Blue Blade, a unicorn, called out to the thousands of ponies under his command.

He was in a massive training field; he had to use magic to make his voice heard to every stallion. As the masses of stallions were training for battle, hundreds of medical ponynnel were giving lessons to mare unicorns on treating wounds. It was possible for anypony to treat a wound properly, but unicorn magic made the job easier as they had the ability to multitask easily and weren’t forced to learn the dexterity required to use their hooves properly. While that was going on Pegasi were practicing dropping bombs using dummy rounds and targets. This whole experience was new for everypony.

Princess Celestia herself was at Stalliongrad instructing the ponies on proper digging of pits and trenches. The war with Nightmare Moon had been a bloody affair. It had boiled down to full on charges to move the enemy off of small patches of barren ground.

Of course nopony knew about that. Shortly after the end of the war with Nightmare Moon most of the annals were cleaned up and made less violent. Today anypony you asked told you it was a simple attempted coup that ended with a simple eternal banishment. In truth it took years and was a very brutal affair. It lasted for five years and the loss of life was astounding. It had taken well close to fifty years for the population to reach even close to its old levels. She hated lying to her little ponies but to tell them of such a bloody time might threaten the serenity and peace she desired her ponies to know. There was never supposed to be another true war again. But these horrible creatures seemed to have other thoughts.

She already had to drudge up schematics she had been meaning to burn for well over a century. Now she was glad she hadn’t. She had sent the schematics to Cloudsdale, production of weather related objects was halted and instead the factory lines were dedicated to producing weapons and ammunition.

As she was overseeing to a pony building a protective complex to protect ponies from bombs, a winded blue and white Pegasus crashed in front of her.

“P… P... PRINCESS!” he shouted.

She told the workers to continue before she pulled the stallion off to the side.

“What is it my little pony?” the alicorn asked.

“Tramplevania is being destroyed,” he said terrified.

“What?” she said stunned and unable to move.

“Your majesty, I was sitting in the park with my marefriend when it happened,” he said still taking deep breaths.

“Stop and breath my little pony,” was all Celestia could say to avoid a panic attack.

After a moment he continued, “we heard a sound, like whistling, at first we thought it might be fireworks, but it was way too early, and there was a reason. Then I heard it. Big bangs and I saw big flashes of light as something was hitting the ground.
There was screaming and fire; I got my marefriend into a basement with some other ponies, mostly foals, so I said I would get help. Was going to take off when I saw the flocks of hundreds probably thousands of Pegasi already further out. I was just starting to catch up when I saw them. These grey… things on two legs. They were like a wall surrounding Tramplevania. The Pegasi kept flying, then these lines of red light came out of nowhere, they fell like flies,” he began to cry, “I saw a friend of mine I’ve known since we were colts, just drop. I turned back and went back to my marefriend. I had to tell her to be careful. I then took off eastward and flew around them. I’ve been flying for five days straight. What’s going on your majesty?” At this point he was hyperventilating and crying deeply, he was having a breakdown. He was tired and scared. Celestia cast a bit of magic to help him get drowsy. She had a couple mares that had been delivering hay and water to the workers help the stallion to some shelter.

Things were getting bad fast, these creatures must have spawned from Tartarus itself. The only hope Tramplevania had was soldiers. But her ponies had barely learned to use their weapons, let alone how to use them in a fight. The only ones ready were the Pegasi. She knew that this wasn’t going to end well. Her only option was to send in Pegasi to bomb the hay out of the foul beasts that dared hurt her little ponies.

After she finished giving orders to the people working she teleported to her palace. In a flash of light she appeared in the throne room turn war room.

“Captain,” Celestia called out.

A coal black Pegasus trotted up to her and saluted.

“Yes your majesty?”

“Captain Dark Cloud, I want five thousand Pegasi suited up and ready to fly by nightfall,”

“Five thousand?” Dark Cloud said surprised.

“Tramplevania is under siege,”

“Siege?” he asked.

“When a group of ponies surrounds and attacks a city. You know what, that isn’t important right now. Tramplevania is being destroyed by the foul creatures that started all of this,” Celestia said gravely.

Instantly the Pegasus took off to assemble the Pegasi. She had other designated ponies help her plan a course of action. The only thing she could think of was have the Pegasi move storm clouds to cover their flight and try to slow down the monsters. They would pour forth a huge amount of rain onto them. It was a tactic used during the Nightmare wars. Nopony liked being rained on, especially stuck out in the rain for days at a time.

Celestia was going to move the sun down shortly, but first she had to give her ponies a rundown on what would happen.

“You ponies are going to deliver the first strike from Equestria to the monsters that have been hurting your fellow ponies. Over a week ago they burnt Mareville to the ground, a few days ago they started doing the same to Tramplevania,” she paused to watch as her ponies began to talk and mutter angrily.

“I know I ask a lot of you to fly for days, some of you may not make it back. But you are fighting for me, but more importantly for your fellow ponies and Equestria. You will fly over the clouds and strike at the heart of the evil monster that would hurt your friends and family. You fly to protect your friends, your family and Equestria!” she bellowed.

The Pegasi cheered loudly. She hated having to manipulate her children, but if she told them everything bluntly it would be horrific. Sometimes the best thing you could do for a pony is lie.

Bombs strapped up they took off. It would be a long flight; they were to take a break at once a day. They couldn’t afford to take longer than that.

As they flew Tramplevania was still getting shelled. The Imperials had already poured forth tens of thousands of shells. They had over a million shells ready to destroy The Emperors enemies. Imperial doctrine required that the enemy not only be demoralized, they are to be crushed.

Shells were being brought forth by a train, the tracks of which were laid down by thousands of servitors that had been working on it since the decision to besiege Tramplevania. The servitors were still laying tracks down going south then southeast.

They were already into the second week when they saw the clouds. Giant black and grey clouds floating rather fast considering there was almost no wind speed. The clouds were shrugged off as a strange weather pattern; they were told that there wasn’t a huge amount of rain on the planet. But then they had been told it was a factory world controlled by the Imperium and under siege by Orks.

The massive storm clouds floated above them, one second it was sunny and dry, the next it was dark and pouring rain. That didn’t stop the Death Korp, they kept loading and firing shells. It was after the rain had been falling for about an hour that the bombs began to drop.

“This is your flight leader, come on you mares drop your payloads,” Shooting Star called to the stallions in his flight group.

Taking a deep breath they took the proper pose and squeezed their shoulders in. The latches clicked and swung open dropping their payload. Hundreds of bombs began to fall. Due to the storm clouds they had no idea exactly where they were dropping. Shooting stars group was too far ahead, his payload falling harmlessly into the no-ponies land below. However groups like Silver Sight’s flight group were at the perfect location. There bombs falling in the area of the 501sts trench line. Bombs began exploding outside the trenches.

A sentry; guardsman 4196-1594-1952-6010 was standing watch when he was hit with a chunk of shrapnel that dug into his shoulder. He didn’t cry out he just looked at the shrapnel. He hopped down into the dugout and informed his fellow guardsmen of the bombs.

Guardsman 5012-1508-1693-1593 wasn’t as lucky a massive chunk of shrapnel caught him directly in the spine. He fell backwards into the trench. His fellow guardsmen dug out the shrapnel and flipped him on his back. As if the Emperor himself knew what had happened a quartermaster was doing his rounds.

“What happened guardsman?” he asked in a raspy voice through his mask.

“I was hit in the back sir, I can’t move anything below my neck,” he said nonchalantly.

The quartermaster unlatched the holster of his laspistol, “may the Emperor embrace you with open arms,” His comrades pulled off his mask. The quartermaster allowed the guardsman a look at his skull mask with his own eyes before delivering a single headshot. He then stripped the body down to his undergarments. The body was then hefted up by his squad mates who tossed his corpse into no-man’s land. The ground was already becoming slick with mud. The men then began to shuffle into their dugout.

The quartermaster then handed the blood stained uniform to one servitor, he handed the guardsman’s lasgun, power packs and grenades to another. The quartermaster added the equipment to the current supply numbers on his data slate. Just then an explosion was seen in a trench a hundred or so meters away. The quartermaster knew he still had work to do.

The second the bombs had started dropping weapons were fired into the sky. The tanks that were ready for action around the artillery were doing the most damage. Sixty-six heavy stubbers were firing massive rounds filling the sky with tracer rounds. The clouds were lighting up from both lightning and unreleased bombs strapped to Pegasi.

One very brash flight leader; Fiery Comet, had an idea for fame and glory. He remembered when he had to help break up a little crime syndicate back in Canterlot. He received immense praise from his superiors for his valor in taking down several of the ponies and bringing them in. Maybe if he could capture one of these creatures he would be praised, maybe even rewarded.

“Follow me yellow team!” he said diving into the cloud.
Looking back he had several hundred Pegasi following him. He kept his noise pointed down feeling the air he was cutting through. As he some massive thing belching fire and smoke. It seemed as good a place as any.
“Release yellow team!” he was barely able to call out, he was flying so fast his eyes had begun to tear.

He squeezed his shoulders and released his payload. He then pulled up hard. Looking back he watched his bomb explode. It didn’t look like it did too much, then a massive explosion followed. He watched something thrown clear.
“Yellow team pull back to the clouds!” he shouted ignoring his own order.
He flew top speed to the tree that blur had crashed into. He found a red smeared grey thing, using all four his legs he wrapped the creature up and took off top speed.

Looking back down, he saw the masses of Pegasus corpses. It looked like most of his wing wasn’t as lucky as him. He shrugged it off the best he could as he tore through the cloud. It looked like most Pegasi had dropped their payloads and were turning back east.

The toll for the Death Korp was a total of twelve Quad launchers, three batteries worth, along with three heavy mortars, one short of a battery. A single Leman Russ vanquisher was destroyed by a lucky direct hit. The loss of guardsmen was two thousands dead and twice that in wounded.

Commissar Aviel just shrugged. This was a simple scratch to the forces he was overseeing. The Death Korp didn’t care about the loss of life; they were just numbers on a data slate. They did however frown at the loss of artillery.
Aviel had already executed the Major who hadn’t had Hydra platforms covering the artillery.
He couldn’t believe the cowardly beasts, using the clouds to cover their true intent. The Emperor would have his way eventually; the equine creatures were just delaying their fate.

As the Imperial Guard’s siege was heading towards the end of the second week, the survivors of the bombing were reaching Canterlot.

Celestia watched as several hundred ponies landed down. Her eyes widened as she realized that was all that had survived.
What kind of weapons did those monsters possess?
“Your majesty!” somepony called from behind her.
She turned to see a winded Captain Dark Cloud.
“Captain?” Celestia said.
“Your majesty, you need to follow me, there is something you need to see now.”
Celestia followed him, she quickened her pace to stay at pace with Dark Cloud. He looked like he wanted to break into a gallop.
Looking through a sheet of glass she found herself staring at a very strange creature. She recognized it as the creatures described by her Pegasi.
“Captain have you begun questioning yet?”
“We were waiting for you to be get here, we thought it was important you were present,” her captain told her.
“I’m assuming you already have questions?”
“Yes your majesty,” he said leaving the room.
The creature’s hands were tied in front of it.
Dark Cloud stepped into the room, closing the door carefully with his back hoof. He sat down at the table opposite the creature.
The creature had two guard ponies on its flanks.
It was a horrific looking creature. Well, from what Dark Cloud could tell. It appeared to be wearing clothes of some kind.
“What is you name monster?” Dark Cloud asked.
“I am trooper 5010-1974-4012-6029.”
“I asked for you name, not a number.”
“My name is 5010-1974-4012-6029,” he said calmly.
“For bucks sake give me a name, I am Captain Dark Cloud.”
“My name is 5010-1974-40…”
“Oh for bucks sake,” Dark Cloud muttered, “don’t you have a normal name?”
“What purpose does that serve?” the creature asked.
“It allows other ponies to know who you are.”
“What purpose does that serve?”
“Are you bucking broken?” Dark cloud growled then sighed, “it allows a pony to talk with you and know who you are, to find you in a crowd.”
Whatever this creature was, it seemed sort of slow in the thinking department.
“That seems pointless. Why would anyone bother with such a pointless process?”
He was shocked by the stupidity of this creature. Did its race not mate?
“What are you?” Dark Cloud muttered.
“I am a man, guardsman 5010-19…”
“Stop! What is a ‘man’?”
“How has your disgusting race not heard of the Imperium of Man? You dare to occupy a planet owned by the one true God Emperor, Shepherd of every human in existence. You stain his vision with every breath you take xeno scum.”
Dark Cloud was shocked at this sudden outburst.
Did his race have horns? Were they worshippers of Tartarus and its dark beings? Were they spawned from a pit?
‘Guard. Remove that thing on its head,” or at least what he assumed was its head.
The guardsman struggled, although with hands bound he couldn’t put up a proper fight. The thing came off with a hiss. For some reason the creature looked pale, almost as white as an egg and it appeared young.
“How old are you ‘man’?”
“Sixteen standard years.”
Everyone in the room gasped.
Celestia was appalled. How could any God send children to fight in wars?

As Celestia thought about that she looked at the table beside her. There was a bunch of items spread across it. Using her magic she lifted up some of the items. One of the items was in a pouch of some kind. Its end slightly resembled the barrel of an autogun. Was it a weapon? Using her magic she played around with it. Then using a bit of applied magic she pulled a little metal piece back. A bright light fired from the weapon that hit the window, the beam went through clean and hit the ceiling. Dark Cloud quickly got up and banged on the door. It was opened and closed and a moment later Dark Shadow burst through the door.
“Princess are you alright?”
She nodded dumbfounded at the odd device.
Looking through the glass the guards were both staring at the scorch mark on the ceiling. The odd ‘human’ was slouched over. She was sure nothing had hit him.

Suddenly he bucked his chair backwards and used something to stab one of the guards in the neck where he tore the small object down and out. He then turned quickly and leapt at the other guard who was just starting to react. Catching him in the eye, he began to quickly stab with a small blade. Princess Celestia began shouting, Dark Cloud took off.

“You xeno filth shall get nothing more from me. The Emperor protects!”
Dark Cloud entered the room just in time to watch the teenager plunge the blade into own neck. Twisting it as he ripped it deeply across his throat, blood poured out like a waterfall. He fell to his knees and then dropped forward.

Celestia was sick to her stomach. Nopony should ever take their own life. What kind of training did these creatures, these ‘humans’ receive? Why did they have so much zeal towards this ‘Emperor’?

She had other things that still required her attention; Tramplevania. She wanted to send out more Pegasi to keep striking these creatures, but that too risky. They had lost thousands of lives. Walking slowly to the war room she looked the piles of maps. She had no idea how long they were planning on attacking Tramplevania. She had no way to get the ponies out. According to reports it was completely surrounded by the enemy. She had never felt this feeling of helplessness, unable to do anything to help her loyal subjects. Just watch from thousands of miles away as they are slaughtered.

The main force of the old armies was earth ponies and unicorns. Their autoguns and rocket projectors were the greatest weapons they had. She had two options. She could send out tens of thousands of earth ponies and unicorns out without proper training, pray that their officers could organize them. Her other option was to sit and watch her subjects brutally killed at the hands of these so called ‘humans’. She weighed each option. One might add more lives lost, or it could slow the numbers pouring in.

The choice was clear, after the rest of this week of training, they were moving out.

Not before she herself teleported to Detrot. Upon arrival she oversaw the evacuation of every mare and foal. Every able bodied stallion started working on a series of trench lines around Detrot. They also reinforced buildings with piles of dirt. Massive pits were placed around entrances to the city.

As the week went on, the ponies trained their flanks off.

They had twenty-five thousand stallions ready to move out. More were being trained, but they would need time. If they couldn’t stop the enemy yet, the best they could we slow them down. She hated to leave ponies in peril, but Tramplevania was a lost cause. If they were dug in like the Pegasi informed her, it would be a tough nut to crack even two hundred years previous when military might was at an all-time high for ponies. It would be impossible for such a small number of ponies to help Tramplevania. They would be dead ponies walking. Of course she wouldn’t tell her subjects about it.

The call went out, every stallion who knew how to aim his autogun and first his rocket projector was to head off towards Detrot. They were also given a thousand mares that had medical experience. Level of training varied. Some were nurses and doctors, a few were actually veterinarians, most were just mares that had been forced into the past couple weeks training.

It was estimated to take close to two weeks to arrive if they spent most of that time galloping. The royal alicorn prayed to her eternal sun that they would arrive fast enough. She was sure the royal guards knew what they were doing. They had to train endlessly to join her garrison. But would they be able to keep her pony’s heads on tight under fire? Only time would tell.

The ponies that were heading off to defend Detrot were seen off with a parade. The army of ponies walked through Canterlot, their weapons mounted and loaded. The medical mares fell in behind the armed stallions and then came the Stallions pulling massive carts of ammunition and medical supplies. Mares threw flowers. Mothers of children cried as their sons marched valiantly. It was another scene that hit Celestia in her core. She had seen this scene before. It had played out during the war with Nightmare Moon. She had to put on her best smile as she watched thousands head off to die.

As the now dubbed 11th pony infantry marched off to defend Detrot, the final stages of siege were being reached at Tramplevania.

The end of the week ticked by slowly for the ponies stuck in the siege of Tramplevania. While some ponies went without food, others took chances going out into the hail of fire and destruction to get food. Unicorns with some skill took to the streets with shields raised. They found that their shields were strong enough to block against the flying chunks of metal. A direct hit from the explosives took out their shields; usually the rain of steel from the shell killed the pony. A few very lucky buckers managed to escape without a scratch, most ended up with mortal wounds, dying in the streets in a pool of their own blood as their fellow ponies watched helplessly.

The rain that had been pouring for close to two weeks had done nothing to slow the siege. The men of Krieg practiced for combat in a nuclear wasteland. What was a bit of rain, yes it had turned their trenches into soup. But the Emperor protects his children.

As noon approached the ponies didn’t know what was coming. It had been exactly three weeks since the shells began to fall. As the clocks across Equestria struck noon, every gun ceased fire as one. Over a hundred thousand shells had been fired. Barrels had been changed dozens of times. Slowly some ponies began to poke their heads out. It was over as soon as it had started. They heard silence.

As some shell shocked ponies were staggering through the streets, the 501st was rising. Everywhere the same scene played out like clockwork. Soldier after soldier climbed up the ladder to exit the six foot deep trench. They then advanced on Tramplevania. Commissar Aviel was heading the charge in his Centaur.

The ponies of Tramplevania thanked Celestia. She must be the one that stopped the fire and death. Packs of ponies were flowing into the streets. They hadn’t the slightest what was coming. As a pack of fifty ponies was heading out of the city a crew of two men was readying a heavy bolter. The one on the left cocked it; the man to his right pulled the trigger. The pony at the head of the cheering crowd ceased as his head exploded into red mist. Rounds were shredding into the crowd. Limbs were torn off and chunks of ponies exploded from the fist sized rounds. They screamed in terror and dispersed like cockroaches from light. The soldier on the left tapped his squad mate.
“Displace,” he stated simply.
The heavy bolter was quickly being relocated as hundreds of guardsmen began shuffling in through the streets, several stopping to finish off the ponies only wounded by heavy bolter fire.

Suffer not the xeno to live.

A guardsman pointed to a window where a mare had just had her head. Another with a tube like grenade launcher fired a round through the opening. A burst of dust that burst through the window signaled the round hitting a wall or ceiling. The mare inside was writhing in pain at the pieces of metal that had hit along her side. The men of Krieg had everything planned. They quickly moved from building to building clearing every pony, there was no remorse.

“Remember men, faith is your shield, fury your sword,” Commissar Aviel called out as he fired a bolt round into a fleeing pony.
The back of its head turning into pink mist as it crashed into the ground.
A unicorn charged the Commissar with a holler; it lowered its head and fired a small beam that slammed into the commissar’s chest. A yellow energy crackled around him.
“Did you not hear me beast!” he shouted as he sidestepped the charging beast and lobbed its head off with a flick of his power sword, “faith is my shield!” He was referring to the Rosarius that was pinned to his carapace armor.

A Leman Russ demolisher trudging through the street, the metal behemoth aimed its turret down the street at the first floor of an apartment complex a dozen ponies had fled into. It slowed down and fired, the first floor exploded outwards, rubble and dust flew into the street along with a red-pink mist. The tank then moved on, its commander firing the heavy stubber at windows.

As guardsman 1052-6404-9240-3958 entered into the basement of a large apartment structure he clicked on his flashlight, in the center of the room was a unicorn mare with a half dozen foals huddled around her. The guardsman flicked the lighter on his flamer, the distinct blue flame lighting up at the barrels end. The last thing the group saw was a bright light.

It took three days for Commissar Aviel to deem the city of Tramplevania xeno free. Demolition charges were planted in every building taller than three stories. Most buildings smaller had already been reduced to rubble.

The cleansing of Tramplevania was a short and brutal affair. It was an unnecessary and unintended show of violence. To the men of Krieg it was a show of faith to their God Emperor. To the children of Celestia it was a display of violence, hatred and disgust. It would be a rallying cry for both sides in the days to come.