//------------------------------// // The Apocalypse! The Space Marines Jump into the Fray! // Story: Twilight Sparkle Dies in Lava // by payasofobia //------------------------------// Outer Space. The Litany of Fury! A single Captain, the Captain of the first company! A one-man Vanguard of Death and Destruction! He stands tall among his peers! In Red, Black and Tan, he is clad! He shouts! "Space Marines!!!" He is surrounded by his ecstatic peers! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A thousand Space Warriors respond, in awe! "SPAAAAAACE MAARRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEES!!!" The Captain shouts back! "WE SHALL STAB LIFE BY THE BALLS!!!!" With unrelenting force, he shouts again! "We are the Space Marines!!!" The crowd screams in ecstasy and battle fury! Hate swelling on their hearts! "Yesssssss!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHH! OH YES YES OH YEAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" And the Captain shouts at them with unlimited POWWWEEEEEER!!! "We are the Space Marines!!" "YES!" "Cause we fight!" "YESSSS!!!" "We fight....!" "OH EMPEROR, YESSSSS!!!!" "IN SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And all the Space Marines of the secretive Blood Ravens chapter jump out of their ship, away from space and into the blue Earth below! "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Battlefield: Earth Space Battleship Kurogane. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Zk5oFlP0Wg "Damn!" All his years on the battlefield had never prepared him for the sight that met his eyes. Sanger Zonvolt, the Sword that Cleaves Evil, was fighting an army of the dead. ----------------------------------------------------------- It all began suddenly and without fanfare. Corpses littered the earth, as far as the eye could see. The survivors fighting harder among their dead, both ponies and humans, fighting to avenge the fallen w it some joining them in their eternal slumber. All was as it was meant to be in the war-torn landscape of Earth, the familiar landscape of war. Then, the dead rose. In unison, with sinister will, a thousand corpses stood from their resting place, as if awoken from sleep. Some immobile, some were twitching, some were twisted. It took the surviving soldiers a few seconds to realize that the landscape had changed. Enemies, slain before, met their killers once again. Friends met friends, but no warm exuded from either. Then the wailing began. In unison once more, the Risen yelled out at the heavens! A symphony of hate and desperation, the world was the audience. It didn't take long for the living to respond with their own songs of fear. "It was purple prose at it's finest!" "Man, what a mouthful!" --------------------------------------------------------- "Sanger, shut up and get to the point already!" Elzam was pissed. "Fine, geez! The dead came back, the ponies screamed like girls, I screamed like girls, then the zombies screamed like girls. Content?" "Don't forget some combined into a bunch of gigantic monsters, all bent on consuming us, the hapless living." Added Dante, always helpful. "I like bananas." Added Donté, always special. And that takes us to the here, and now. The Sanger Zonvolt, the Sword that Cleaves Evil. Dante, the Demon Hunter. Donté, the Demon Killer. And Elzam, some Space Battleship. Surrounded by about 1 021 279 zombies and 293 Death-Colossi. It was going to be a long afternoon for everyone involved. ---------------------------------------------------------- Battlefield: Earth The Pony Encampment This was unnatural. They were all dead, now they weren't. No. They were still dead, just moving. Moving corpses. "Guess I've yet to see everything life has to offer." General Huge-Strong watched the bloody battle from afar. The undead hordes spread as far as the eye could see, sometimes broken up by particularly large creatures in their midst. Humans and ponies both. "They fought in life, yet now they unite in death." The General couldn't help but appreciate the irony. Oh, the irony. The bitter irony. If Irony had a name, it would be Battlefield: Earth. How did the chicken cross the road? By Irony. That's the joke. ...... But your average soldier did not share his poetic thoughts. Allies had turned on allies. Friends you thought lost came back, and any sense of relief disappeared when they saw their eyes. Mad rage, a single-minded desire to rip limps and shred skin. Watching your former friends charge at you, insane, was disheartening. Morale had dropped, to say the least. And this event did nothing but compound an already hopeless situation. The Great Invasion had barely started when their Princess of the Moon, Luna, died at the hands of the Bat-Man. With her death, the gates back to Equestria could not open. And so, they were trapped in a strange land, surrounded by a vile race that wished them death and no way of coming back or receiving help. All this time, they charged forward, sharing death to the humans and awaiting a most glorious end. The army, resigned to it's fate, would go out like men. But war has a way of eroding such naive thoughts. As the war trudged on, bravado gave way to fatigue, and fatigue turned to despair. In short notice, the soldiers wanted home. They wanted to see their families, sit on the table and eat their wives. I mean delicious food, not their wives. That's perverted. ..... But the painful reminder of a glorious death dashed any such hopes. The sweet smell of human blood did nothing to dispel the uncomfortable thoughts. At that point, General Huge-Strong could barely maintain an effective fighting force, and struggled to rally the troops to the cause. And then, at it's worst, the dead came back. Despair had turned into Chaos. The Equestrian Army, once proud and strong, was waiting for MIRACLE and-"DID SOMEONE SAY CHAOS?!" .......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!! The Space Marines bring righteous retribution to the enemies of the Imperium! Like fell stars, they descend upon their foes and, in a fiery explosion, they strike the earth, unleashing a crater of Ultra-Volcanic proportions! A thousand ponies die in explosion, a thousand more in the shock wave! The ponies die again and again as the Angels of Death rip and tear, gut and smash the pastel horses! "SPACE MAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!" General Huge-Strong watched the bloody battle from afar. A bunch of creeps in bulky armor kill his ponies, completely ignoring the undead. "Fuck me."