Behind the walls of a desecrated ruin, the forces of Discord were ready to fight against the Equestrial Guard who have arrived on Horn V. On the streets outside the walls, cultists were assaulted with bombing runs by Equestrial Gunships. One of the ships landed in the outskirts of the city. The airtight doors opened, and an Earth Pony clad in golden armor with retractable battle claws and a leg mounted bolter, the General, stepped off the ship and onto the ground. He was followed by another Earth Pony wearing a deep red uniform and hat, a Commissar, who breathed in the cold air and exhaled with pride.
"Ah..." said the Commissar, "another world, another victory in the making for our glorious Empress!"
"I see no victory here." said the General. "I see but one truth, and that truth is war. This world would not even warrant our attention were it not for our prize." More gunships flew over cultists and blew them up with their bombing runs.
"Yes," The Commissar said, remembering the weapon of value they came to reclaim, "the Titan Domesticus. Imagine... a great war machine forged in the volcanic foundries of Ares." Another gunship landed, dispatching Equestrial Guardponies to combat any surviving cultists.
"The Titan fell in the defense of this world," The General stated, "and the Empress had entrusted the Cadian 412th Regiment of the Equestrial Guard to retrieve it. The Titan lies in the ruins of Horn V's principal city, Tehorn. But, one thing at a time. We must take the Tehorn Defense Fortress if we hope to defeat the forces of Discord firmly entrenched upon this world. Spread word to the stallions. Tell them we win this day or we die trying. There is no retreat!"