//------------------------------// // LUNA falls // Story: My Little Pony-The Movie (reworked) // by The Blue EM2 //------------------------------// Brass Turret Operations Technician LUNA Command Centre, Appaloosa Plains October 6th, 007 SLR The attack came so suddenly that nopony could have anticipated it. One moment all was quiet on the ground, the next explosions filled the air. Turret grabbed his phone and contacted other members of bass personnel. “What’s happening?” he asked. “Large enemy force has hit the ground to the north. We have enemy Armor and gunships swarming all over, sir!” “Defensive units?” “Extremely limited sir. Most units were off-duty for the festival.” “Hold the perimeter, ensure the enemy don’t get through.” Iron Will Tank Commander, Thunder 3-3 LUNA Command Centre, Appaloosa Plains The enemy tanks rolled upon them like a swarm of insects. Hundreds of tanks charged across the plains at their position. They fired upon the defending tanks in a furious cannonade which threatened to sweep the defenders from the field. It was very apparent to Iron Will that the defence tactics would not work. So, he decided to do something radical. Something crazy. “All units, form up on me!” he shouted down the radio. “We’re going on the attack!” The 5 tanks lumbered forward, joined by several APCs and IFVs. The APCs discharged smoke from their launchers to mask the positions of the larger forces. The enemy force rolled into the smoke, unable to see a thing through the thick clouds of dust being thrown up by their own vehicles. They slowed right down in the terrain, having to navigate blind as their targeting systems were struggling to cope with the weather. It had worked. Suddenly, one rolled up next to Thunder 3-3-and took a shell at point-blank range to the rear armour. The resulting explosion scorched Thunder’s paint, but little else. Nearby, another 3 tanks were felled by a pair of IFVs, dancing around the enemy tanks effortlessly and dodging fire, whilst shooting vital points, holes, or fuel barrels to destroy the enemy tanks. In all, the enemy lost 10 tanks to 1 defending. It seemed to be working, but the tactic only worked should the cloud stay. Tempest Shadow Officer of the Storm King Military Field Commander of 13th Division 5 miles north of LUNA Command Centre Tempest Shadow looked at the tactical displays in front of her. So far, the assault was going well. The enemy had tried some inventive defence tactics, but that was to be accepted. Fear makes a pony desperate, and a desperate pony is the most dangerous foe of all. Besides, what was the loss of 10 tanks compared to the hundreds she had in reserve? “General,” spoke her aide. “Reports state that the 1st Armoured Battalion is falling back in the storm. Do you want us to reinforce?” “No,” Shadow replied. “Pull them back to the rally point, and get them repaired and ready for battle. This requires an alternate touch.” She powered up the radio, “Airships, move into position over that storm. Ready to set engines to full power.” “Ay, Ma’am! As you wish!” As the response was given, the engines shuddered and roared into life, and massive aircraft shaking as it moved forward. It took the airships 5 minutes to reach their destination, and once into position over the target, set their rotors to run at full speed. Iron Will Iron Will couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The dust was being sucked upwards by the airships, which in turn was opening them up to attack! He grabbed the radio and issued the order. “Retreat!” he called. The tanks reversed away, with their frontal armour facing forward to reduce damage. It was a fatal mistake. Hinds soared in after them, and they now had a clear line to the target. The tanks were sitting ducks. Tempest Shadow “This won’t be a battle for much longer,” Shadow laughed. “Let the cull begin!” The Hinds obeyed, discharging their rockets into the retreating tanks. The barrage destroyed 3 of them. The last surviving tank raised its main barrel, fired... ...and scored a direct hit on a Hind, bringing it down. The tank joined it in the afterlife momentarily. Shadow took another sip of her tea. “I tire of this little game. Fly the troop transports directly over the base and deploy.” Another group of airships flew into the facility, the tanks rolling through the front gates of the facility and gunning down anypony who got in their way. The ropes were deployed, and the infantry fastroped into the buildings. Brass Turret Brass Turret became aware of firefights taking place along the corridors, and drew a weapon for himself. He moved quickly into the tunnel, and set up behind a box. The opposing forces quickly found him. It sounded like they had quickly cleared the base area, and were approaching the control room. One of them rounded a bend. Turret pulled the trigger and dropped them. Two more ran around the corner and started to lay down fire. A hail of bullets slammed into the box, causing Turret to pull back... ...and run right into Tempest Shadow. She pinned him to the ground, Turret being absolutely stunned at her strength. “Brass Turret, I presume?” she asked. “You won’t make me talk!” he snapped back. “I don’t intend to,” Tempest laughed. Her broken horn crackled, and suddenly all went black. Tempest Shadow Federation troops cleaned the bodies off of the consoles as Tempest looked around her newest conquest. This was really too easy. Were they so stupid as to believe an enemy wouldn’t attack on a public holiday? “Señora, estamos listos para recibir órdenes de cocción de nuestras unidades aliadas”. The soldier informed her. “Excellent, open the channel,” Tempest informed him. “Entendido, señora.” There was a brief crackle on the radio, and then the channel opened. “Rorke, I take it things are going well in Canterlot?” Tempest asked. “Orbital, I have two anti-ship guns covering target Epsilon, call down LUNA on their position, repeat, call down LUNA on their position, how copy, over?” The officer on the weapon itself took over. “Mensaje recibido y entendido señor, sistema de disparo de ciclismo ahora”. With that, he hit a few buttons on the console. Lights switched on upon the screens above, and a panel illuminated, showing the satellites above and their charge status. It took approximately 15 secconds for the weapons to charge completely. The countdown clicked past. 15, 14, 13, 12- “Is there any way you can hurry it up?” Tempest demanded. “Señora negativa, si hacemos algo, ¡el satélite podría explotar!” The timer at last finished counting. “Iniciar secuencia de disparo!” the officer ordered. The visual showed two beams of light arcing towards the planet's surface, striking the ground somewhere near Canterlot. “Secuencia de disparo completa; ¿Confirmar la destrucción del objetivo, sobre?” The officer asked, radioing Rorke. “Roger that.” The soldiers in the room cheered at the success. Tempest snorted. “Such a powerful weapon, so easily turned against them. I pity them, honestly, I do. We’ll wash over them with ease.”