A/N: Damn... Two Months Since My Last Update.
The BMDs moved towards the train station, as that seemed to be the quickest way to transport their large numbers of troops. As the men moved onto the platform, they quickly gunned down the ponies at the station that refused to cooperate and commandeered the train. The men quickly weaponized the train, Kornet launchers and .50 caliber KORD machine guns were mounted on a platform quickly welded on to the front of the train with some equipment designed for repairs.
The name,Friendship Express, which was plastered onto the side of the train seemed ironic to the Captain. A map indicated the train did actually go to the city in question. The men loaded all their weapons, and the IFV's waited behind the train to follow it to the city. The conductor ponies were ushered forward and told to move the train to Canterlot. The train started moving with all of the troops in its cars, in the IFVs or on the monstrosity's weapons.
The Captain grinned as the train started rolling down the track. All of the weapons were loaded, and contact was maintained with their FOB, where their planes were parked. The Captain planned the battle out with his Lieutenants with a map of the city that was on the train. The plan was to take out checkpoints that were likely to be set up on the train tracks,known from intel gained from ponies at the station. Then rush into the city, quickly pushing back all who put up a resistance. It was foolproof.
It was truly a force to be reckoned with; a train with loaded up with Russian heavy weapons followed by two tanks. The SU-24s definitely were another claim to this unstoppable force's power. As the train neared the city, alarms started blaring at extremely obnoxious decibels. Many of the men were perplexed by the physics-bending properties of the land they were in, specifically by the fact that they had just entered on one side of a hill, and came out on the opposite side at a higher altitude.
This barely phased the Captain, him having seen the most of what this bizarre land had to offer. He began to wonder what would happen to it after they got home. Surely, the scientists would want to check it out themselves. But what would they do with the actual land? It was no doubt warmer and more hospitable than plenty of Russia. But was the land really usable? Whatever the energy that was making this place work, could definitely be a hassle for those who wanted to occupy the land.
The Captain was shaken out of his thoughts by the bursts of machine gun fire. He took a deep breath, knowing the train was going to arrive at its destination in a matter of minutes. The Captain picked his radio off of the table where it rested next to his assault rifle, which itself rested on a map ripped off of a train station wall. He informed his company that the train would arrive at 'the end of the line' and this would be where they would fight their way up to the castle, which should have the resources to build their radio tower, hopefully an explanation as well.
Just as he was checking the action on his MP-443 pistol, he noticed a buffeting noise he hadn't noticed before. He walked over to the window on the train nearest to the source of the noise, the window in question being on the left side of the train. Vladamir's mouth was agape when he saw the sight that greeted him. Two Mi-24 Hind assault helicopters had somehow gotten here as well. A quick glance through his binoculars confirmed them to be Russian. So, he naturally called out to the helicopter using his radio.
He identified himself as the commander of the VDV force that was marooned here. The helicopters claimed that they were sent through a portal in Russia, and were instructed to do so under the command of the GRU. The stated objective was to find the missing airborne company, and provide assistance if necessary. Each helicopter was to be carrying fourteen troops, all of the troops were members of a GRU Spetsnaz unit.
The Captain did not have time to inquire more, as the Friendship Express had pulled into the station and began unleashing hell on the unsuspecting pony guards. Vladamir did however instruct the helicopter to fly to the green smoke, and have the Spetsnaz fast-rope in.The green smoke was created by his tossing of a colored smoke grenade onto the station's platform.
A gold streak hit the platform, sending Vladamir flying. Another flew by, hitting other soldiers in his company. He was vaguely aware of the pilot shouting that he saw the source of the fire, and was proceeding to engage rather than fast rope the troops down first. A Spiral missile hit one of the castle's spires with a deafening explosion, followed by the sound of the bricks that constructed the building give way and the crash of the massive structure against the Earth.
The SU-24's cannons tore right through a platoon that was nearby, and who's presence was only known due to the pilot's spotting of it. Vladamir finally brushed himself off, regaining his bearings at his new location. This being twenty feet away from the platform of the station. He heard the sounds of the squads fast-roping down from the Hinds. He lifted his AN-94 back into his hands and aimed down the Kobra red-dot at a squad of the Royal Guards.
Several of the Spetsnaz members moved towards Vladamir, two of them carrying a box made out of Kevlar. They pointed their sub-machine guns at other guards, every shot fired hitting another pony, the soldiers moving in silent cooperation, an understanding far beyond the normal level, no two men shot their weapons at the same pony. Their experience level made that of the airborne troops who had been fighting alongside them look like a aimless bramble.
As the Captain lowered his rifle, the two operators carrying the Kevlar box set it down, the first one telling him that it was the device needed to generate the portal, and that it could be activated immediately and they could go home, provided they wouldn't be attacked. Vladamir considered this, but he was an experienced solider. This was his fight. He knew that he couldn't just leave it, and let the GRU do what they pleased with it. It wasn't over. Not yet.
There wouldn't be a peace between him and this land, not until there are no more Equestrian soldiers to fight him left. He had a score to settle. This wasn't about Russia anymore, this was about vengeance. He turned back towards the man in the balaclava and goggles, and then he spoke, "We need to clear the area first, it's the only way we can keep the motherland secure."
The solider seemed to understand, though it was impossible to see his expressions due to his facially-obscuring headgear. The BMD-3 vehicles moved up past the station and began the trek uphill towards the castle. He was going to find out exactly what the queen- or was it princess? Either way, the ruler had information and they needed to figure out what it was.
Vladamir frowned. It was entirely possible that the earlier airstrike had killed the leader when it had blown part of the building to pieces. He still needed to find her though. Her student, the purple unicorn that they had taken prisoner, defiantly would be able to identify her, and that would prove useful provided that the leader was actually still alive. He removed the clip from his rifle, and swapped it with a fresh one from one of his pockets.
The team moved through the halls that wrapped around the castle. One of the soldiers near the rear of the dozen man group was holding a purple unicorn in a position that was clearly uncomfortable, which was only exemplified by the bag that covered her horn. She coughed as some left over smoke from the missile rolled over her nostrils, the humans surrounding her barely noticing. Finally, she led them to a room before speaking.
"She's here," She said, extremely dejected, deflated and an obvious expression of her own betrayal across her face.
Two men took up a position next to door. They then nodded to each other before breaking the door open and rushing in behind the rest of the team. The wind whistled through the castle room, obviously due to the large hole that was the far wall. A white unicorn-pegaus hybrid that lay on the ground in an awkward position, next to this a surprised dark blue member of the same race backed up, wings extended quickly, with tears in its eyes.