One. Eleven
Breaking Point
‘Mass destruction! Fillydelphia falls to the destructive power of one missile! The human juggernaut continues to sweep their way through our borders to the heart of our fair country! Canterlot! Full story on page seven.
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“Jesus Goddamn Christ I knew nuclear warheads were deadly but I didn’t know the Hyperion missile could be that effective” Adam Kuyaki commented, observing the ruins and fires of Fillydelphia before turning away to face the challenges ahead. The dragons were extremely angry at them, and were chasing after them. The 70mms were starting to feel the strain as their ammo reserves slowly dwindled.
“Excalibur, be sure to reload the cannons first chance we get. We need to keep these dragons off us” the Captain said before getting on the comm. “Listen up boys and girls of the Kabato! We are abandoning the ground campaign! All future engagements will be fought from the safety of this ship! Stay strapped in, this war will be over soon!”
“Sir, an air-only campaign is against UNSC regulations when fighting on an alien world” Excalibur commented, appearing on the plinth.
“I am aware, Excal. Thanks for the reminder” Captain Kuyaki replied, sitting in his command chair as the Kabato began to pick up speed, beginning to slowly outrun the dragons chasing them.
“First up is Ponyville, then the capital city, Canterlot” Excalibur piped up, showing the Captain a hologram of the large hamlet and royal metropolis respectively. Adam stared at Canterlot in reminiscence of when he first arrived in the city.
Should’ve never agreed to their stupid fucking demilitarization demands.
“Arm Hyperion missiles and a single Archer. And reload the 70mms when we’ve got significant distance between us and the dragons” Adam said, standing and approaching the viewport, staring out at Ponyville ahead. “Switch the broadcasting megaphone on, too.”
“Complying.”
“Excal, train these guns on these targets” Captain Kuyaki stated, typing in on his datapad specific targets. The AI wouldn’t find it very logical but it was his job to do as told.
“Complying.”
“This is it, people! This is the last stand of the Equestrian Kingdom! This is to be their downfall! All you have to do is sit back and watch the show” Adam declared to his bridge crew, folding his hands behind his back.
Passing over a forest of black-bark trees the UNSC Kabato over Ponyville, casting her shadow of the town; turning right the destroyer began to face in the direction of Canterlot, purposefully creeping slowly across the sky. Aldurmaax and his dragons caught up, attacking the human ship.
“Keep them away from the missile pods!” Adam commanded, keeping his eyes on the dragon High Lord. Seeing him around other dragons the Captain noticed that Aldurmaax was slightly bigger than most of them.
Should make the bastard easier to hit.
“Fire the Hyperions on Ponyville” Kuyaki stated, watching two of the nuclear warheads launch from their tubes and rise into the sky. Aldurmaax, recognizing the destructive weapons, took off after them. Anticipating where the first one would apex before dipping down the High Lord intercepted the massive rocket, unleashing flame on the tube. Hitting the magnification Adam got to see a dragon’s fire breath in action, noticing that it sizzled and boiled like super-heated plasma, explaining how it was able to punch through the armor of his ship.
The Hyperion sputtered and failed as Aldurmaax melted the boosters and uranium core, causing the broken missile to spiral out of control before falling to a harmless landing in the middle of Ponyvile.
The other Hyperion, however--
BOOM!
A flash from behind the Kabato brightened the afternoon skies, illuminating the hull of the destroyer. Risking his eyes Adam turned to the left viewport and looked down at the city, watching the thermonuclear warhead working its fiery magic, spouting jets of flame through the city. The blast wave flattened most buildings and the intense fire melted the rest.
“FORWARD! CRUSH ALL WHO STAND BEFORE US!” Adam bellowed, feeling the Kabato get underway to Canterlot. Aldurmaax, assuredly seething with rage, dove straight for the UNSC destroyer, braving the fields of fire the 70mms provided. Landing on the top slope he practically galloped for the bridge, ramming his head against the tempered glass.
“TRE’MUH! BEA TOA NAAL GRAAAAAAN! FORS FAV AL TUU MOK! AH SOMD HIR LIR ALDURMAAX!!” the mighty beast thundered, the force of his voice almost crushing the bridge. The High Lord fired flame on the bridge, scorching it for a full 30 seconds before taking to the skies again.
“HEATHENS! YOU WREAK DESTRUCTION THAT YOU CAN NOT COMPREHEND! YOU WILL DIE THIS DAY HUMANS! FOR I AM THE HIGH LORD ALDURMAAX!” the automated translators declared, repeating what the dragon leader had said.
“How’s THIS for destruction! Excalibur, I want that dragon fucking DEAD, Goddamnit! NOW!” Adam Kuyaki declared, watching the High Lord bank back for the Kabato.
Landing on the slope with a slide Aldurmaax clutched the bridge in his massive hands, staring straight into Adam’s eyes as he stood mere feet from the giant dragon, separated only by glass impervious to his fire and claws and head.
“MAARK. MYYY. WOOORDS. HUMAN. YOU. WILL. DIE.”
Looking around for a suitable target Aldurmaax spied the pods for the Archer missiles, stalking over to them and picking at the open ports with his claws, trying to rip one of the rockets from its tube.
“Hey Excal, fire that entire pod, why don’t ya?” the Captain said, watching as 7 Archer missiles launched and went off in Aldurmaax’s face, crippling him. Face bloodied and beaten the High Lord glared at the bridge with an unfathomable rage, turning to attack once again.
“FIRE!” Adam yelled, a 70mm turret turning and firing two rounds at the underside of the High Lord, flashes of white and sparks flying off the armor there. The force of the blasts throwing Aldurmaax from the UNSC Kabato and sending his limp body plummeting to the earth below.
Arriving at Canterlot the human destroyer loomed like it did the day the war started, sending the citizens in the streets below into a panic. It was mass chaos as the human warship sat unmoving, unblinking.
“Give me the stick, Excalibur” Adam said, sitting in his command chair and grasping the yoke. The key turned, and a single missile was fired from its tube, lancing into the sky. Adam pushed forward on the stick, turning the missile down. Watching the display screen to guide the warhead the Captain guided the rocket into the grand hall of the royal palace, where an event known as the Grand Galloping Gala took place every year. The missile flew right where it was supposed to, and detonating. The small fireball and cloud of black smoke from the single Archer was enough to send a powerful signal to the Equestrians.
They had lost.