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Chapter 8 (part one)
Preparations
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"It’s rather frustrating when the very leaders you're supposed to serve don't believe you about a threat. It’s even more galling when you have to bring in four gods, a dozen new races and a pink pony defying reality before they finally listen."
- Cmdr. Shepard, on the Citadel Council
"God bless us everyone.
Will we burn inside the fires of a Thousand Sons, for the sins of our Hand, the sins of our Tongue, the sins of our Father, the sins of our Young?"
-Lynkin Park, "The Catalyst"
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Now that everyone- from Imperial to UNSC to Equestrian- was on the same page, preparations began to fortify the world. The captains knew that if anyone were to survive this conflict- this possible three-way invasion of Chaos, Reapers and Flood- everyone would have to bring in their A-Game.
For two of the three worlds, calling in reinforcements was relatively easy. The Emperor was already calling for any possible reinforcements to come. And when the Emperor asks for something, He gets it. The UNSC and CAR hailed their superiors for backup against the three invaders. Upon reviewing the evidence, and after speaking with the various leaders of each race and faction, an armada was assembled to save the new planet. Even without the Flood, both nations knew enough to stop a potential threat before it bore fruit.
So in the end, it came down to Commander Shepard, Hero of the Citadel, to convince the Council and Alliance to send troops.
Turns out, that's easier said than done...
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Equestria War: Day 2
Command HQ, Canterlot
1130 hours
Shepard wasn't looking forward to this. His meeting with the Councilors was probably going to go as well as talking to a brick wall, even with Anderson as a member. It had taken them forever just to somewhat recognize the Reapers as a threat, and even then they really didn't believe him enough to start preparing.
The odds of convincing them to send ships and soldiers to a newly discovered world, fight an enemy they didn't believe in, and work with civilizations that only he had met, were somewhere between here and infinity.
But he had to at least make an attempt at it. And if he was going to do it, he would pull out all the stops. Shepard was going to give the Council so much evidence that not only were these people real, but the threats they were to face were real, and the Council would have no choice but to send a their forces. Even if it were a token task force.
In order for this to happen, he needed the Citadel and Systems Alliance to establish diplomatic relations with this newly established "Imperial Alliance." Right after the meeting was done, the various commanders of the ragtag fleet moved to Canterlot, establishing headquarters inside the Royal Palace. Shepard then made the order to take the comlink out of the Normandy, and bring it inside the castle for everyone to use (Although the quantum-entangled link to the Illusive Man remained onboard).
The task was rather difficult, and the Cerberus technicians had to get help from whoever was available. In the spirit of cooperation, various Admech techpriests, Huragok Engineers and unicorn machinists were loaned to finish the job. It was rather fun to watch, giving an insight to the minds of these new-found comrades. The Huragok had this weird knack of disassembling and reassembling everything, but when they were done it ran better than ever, and was much more durable. The techpriests were helpful, but were always going on about "appeasing the machine spirits", and were always chanting in binary or the pseudo-latin of High Gothic. And the unicorns- bless their souls- were very eager to help, but had no experience when it came to high tech equipment, and had to be instructed every step of the way.
In fact, the best pony machinist they had was a brown Earth pony. This particular stallion- called simply "The Doctor", for whatever reason- was Derpy's "special friend", if the rumors were true. But more importantly, he seemed to have an understanding of the Mass Effect technology far better than anyone else, almost better than Tali and Mordin. Whenever he worked on something, he had this weird-looking metal stick with him, which he may or may not use to make things work. He also spoke with an old fashioned British accent -even more odd, considering these equines had human accents sometimes.
Whenever questioned about either of these things, he would just smile and say, "Hopefully you chaps will never need to find out. Oh, and if you see a giant metal plunger shouting 'exterminate!’, let me know about it, right?"
Shepard wanted to write the pony off as a weirdo. But then again, most of the galaxy thought he was a weirdo too.
But back to the present moment, the comlink was finally ready. The holographic projectors were set up, the vid cam was aimed and ready, and the leaders and representatives were all in attendance. The Princesses were planning out their battle strategies in the other room, so the Equestrians were represented by the Element Bearers and their associates. The Three Amigos were also here for the Haloverse, and Longinus represented the Imperium. Each of them had been given a translator chip, so that they could both understand each other.
It all struck him as rather strange and surreal, being surrounded by metahumans, pastel ponies and giant armored aliens. But then again, Shepard worked with a psycho biotic, a former STG operative, a handful of Cerberus agents and a repentant assassin. You would think that he couldn't be surprised by anything anymore.
"Okay, Commander." Joker spoke over the speakers. "We are live and sending. You guys ready out there?"
Shepard scanned the many faces in the room, and each of them gave a nod or affirmative gesture. "We are," He replied, "Patch it through."
"You got it." As the signal connected, Shepard placed himself in front of the camera, so that the Councilors would only see him first. After the better part of a minute, four orange holograms popped up, revealing the forms of a Turian, an Asari, a Salarian and a human. These were the three Councilors that Shepard had saved during the Battle of the Citadel, and Councilor Anderson, Shepard's personal friend.
"Councilors, this is Spectre Matt Shepard reporting," He opened, "Can you read me?"
"We can hear you fine, Commander." Councilor Sparatus answered, his voice lightly touched with disdain. "Have you found any more proof of you 'Reaper threat?’” He used the infamous air quotes, making Shepard's fists clench. If anyone did it at any other time, air quotes were funny. When the Council did it, he wanted to punch someone in the face.
Keeping himself calm, Shepard continued, "No, Councilor. But I do believe you know why I asked to speak with you today, correct?"
"Yes, Commander," Councilor Tevos said, "We know why. We read the reports you sent us and the Alliance yesterday. And, quite frankly, it makes your original story on the Reapers sound almost believable in comparison."
"Quite so, Shepard." Councilor Valern agreed. "You must admit that this is pushing it. A conglomerate of humans and aliens searching for a lost super-soldier? A massive galactic empire looking for a living god? All on a world ripped off from an antique kid's TV show? Even you must admit it sounds like a bad fanfic off the Extranet."
"You know how I feel about this, Commander." Anderson told him. "You know I would be willing to believe what you say, but you must have evidence to back this up."
"Of course, Councilors." Shepard replied. "And that is why I brought the representatives of the Imperial Alliance."
He stepped back and away from the camera, showing all the other representatives in the room. Twilight, Vasquez, Cassius and Longinus stepped forward and presented their case:
"Greetings, Councilors. My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I am the representative of the Equestrian Protection Pact. It is our desire to establish diplomatic relations with the nations of the Citadel, and if possible, obtain some military aid. I know that this may be asking a lot, but this is not just a matter of my world, but of all worlds, including yours."
"Hello, Councilors. Ah am Gunnery Sergeant Alan Vasquez of the United Nations Space Command. We are here not just for establishing connections, but to also help you. Whether or not you believe in Reapers now ain't important now; 'Cause they're comin', and they aren't the only threat ya'll be facin'."
"Councilors, I am Squad Master N'tho 'Vaddum of the Combined Allied Republics. I am aware that these statements may seem outrageous, but believe me when I tell you that everything we tell you is true. Our galaxy had a galactic threat at one time, and if our giant friend over here is right, he has at least half a dozen of them. Thus, it is not just in 'our' self-interest to protect this world, but 'your' interest as well."
"Hail, xenos. I am Sergeant Longinus of the Ultramarines, representing the Holy Imperium of Man. What my fellows have said are indeed true. I have seen the nature of these Reapers, as well as the likes of horrors you cannot even imagine. If you do not fight alongside us now, the fight will come to you. And I know for a fact that none of you will survive such a tribulation."
"Our point is, fair Councilors, that we are in desperate need of your help. We ask that you, in your great wisdom and kindness, send your forces to save us. What say you?"
Everyone was quiet then, waiting for the Council to respond. Before any of them could respond, Sparatus scoffed. "Seriously, Commander?" He sneered. "This was your ace in the hole? Two human actors and a bunch of CG? That unicorn is clearly an animated hologram of some kind, and the alien and giant are obviously animatronic puppets."
"I don't think those are fake, Sparatus." Anderson said. "The unicorn, maybe, but everything else looks legitimate."
"HEY!' Twilight shouted, "I am not fake! Just because I have an outline does not mean I'm not real!"
Tevos and Valern kept quiet, still trying to process the bizarre scene. Four new civilizations? At least two new species? Threats of galactic terror? All they could think to ask was, "Where did you find this place?"
"Well, Councilors, I was rescuing all the abducted colonies that you did nothing about, when we were attacked by Collectors. We had passed through a newly discovered relay, and found this-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Sparatus interrupted. "You opened an undiscovered Mass Relay, and you didn't tell anyone?!"
"My ship was in danger, our escape was blocked. What was I supposed to do?"
"Not risk another Rachni War, for one thing! Honestly, Commander, are you insane? There are reasons why we don't randomly open Relays; so we don't risk meeting up with completely unknown threats, as your friends pointed out for us."
"But you just said that they weren't real." Shepard countered.
"So?" Sparatus snorted. "Just because those are obvious VIs doesn't mean they can't have valid points. So, regardless of the situation, you are not getting any troops, and you'll be lucky if we don't revoke your Spectre status!"
While this argument was happening, Pinkie Pie had snuck up to Twilight. "I don't think they're buying us." She whispered conspiratorially.
"You think?" The unicorn retorted. While she knew that there wasn't a lot of evidence to back up their claims, it stung to have her and her fellow representatives so blatantly ignored was quite disheartening. Not to mention the fact that she was simply regarded as some CG cartoon really irritated her.
At the same time, she understood where the Councilors were coming from. When she first heard of the Pinkie Sense, she thought it was just some superstitious mumbo-jumbo. But then she saw it in action, and it simply confused her into thinking it a strange phenomena. It took prolonged exposure to Pinkie's powers that she began to fully understand what was going on.
That being said, the only way these Councilors would be able to listen is if they were given proof of their sincerity and reality. Undeniable proof. It was then that Twilight had a rather brilliant idea.
"Pinkie," She said, "I need you to do something super-amazing to convince Sparatus that we're real. Can you, I dunno, make a cake appear out of thin air?"
The party pony merely giggled, and said, "Oh, silly Twilight, I've got a much better idea."
"I don't like the way you said that."
Pinkie just smiled. "Just watch." She trotted away from the group, heading for the shadows. Twilight just knew that whatever happened next would either be very helpful or very embarrassing.
At this point, Sparatus had said, "Believe me, Shepard, its going to take something substantial to make me believe these 'ponies' are real."
"Hi there!"
The Councilors turned around in their conference room, and found themselves face to face with a completely pink equine. They remembered seeing that particular creature walking in the background, and were completely dumbfounded. Somehow, this creature had managed to travel thousands of light-years, enter the most secure sections of the Citadel, all in a matter of seconds.
Valern sputtered out, "H-How did you do that? T-That's not physically p-possible!"
The pony just laughed. "Screw the Laws of Physics, I'm Pinkie Pie!"
She then pulled out a platter of cupcakes (apparently from behind her back, which makes as much sense as anything else she did), and gave each of them one. "That's a special one." She said to Sparatus. "It took me forever to find the ingredients for a Turian-friendly cupcake, but I did it."
"I know you find it hard to believe what my friends over there are saying, talking about evil armies and end of civilization. But they are not much harder to believe in than me. You can ask Twilight- I make no sense whatsoever to her- yet I'm very real. All we want from you is just a little help saving our home, protecting our families, our way of life. Isn't that enough to send us just a few ships?"
She could see by the faces of the Councilors that she had moved them, and that they would help if possible. Except Sparatus; He just needed a little extra push.
So then, looking right the Turian, she said, "If you don't, then I'll show up in your bedroom, night after night, and play really loud and obnoxious music until you change your mind."
Everyone watching Sparatus smiled at the look on his face. To the Councilor, the thought of this Eldritch Abomination being in his room, watching him sleep with that deceptively sweet smile, was enough to induce nightmares.
Anderson then said, "I think sending a few fleets and divisions your way shouldn't be too difficult. Admiral Hackett and the 5th Fleet can lead the Citadel forces to the Terminus systems under the guise of 'war games'. Reaching Omega may be dicey, but I believe Ms. T'Loak will understand the gravity of the situation."
"That seems... reasonable." Tevos conceded. "Shall we vote upon it?"
"I think sending an STG team to this new world would not be unwise." Valern agreed. "My vote is yes."
Everyone turned to Sparatus, and he sighed, acknowledging defeat. "The Turian Hierarchy can send in an exploratory fleet, if this is what the Council decides."
"Then we are in agreement." Anderson announced. "The Citadel shall join your cause."
"Yay!" Pinkie shouted, now appearing next to Twilight, as if she never moved. "We'll see you later, then." The signal turned off, and room became silent as the holograms flickered out. Everyone looked at the Earth Pony, observing her like they would a bizarre new kind of animal.
"See?" She gloated. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She trotted away, humming a happy song, leaving everyone else puzzled and confused. When it comes to dealing with Pinkie Logic, all you get are headaches and no answers...
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Meanwhile...
At the gate of Canterlot Castle, the Royal Guard had been augmented with the various troopers of the Halo task force and Imperial ship. Perhaps it was because the Guards were great mediators, or perhaps it was the looming prospecting world-ending combat. Either way, the various Astartes, Guardsmen, ODSTs and various alien troops got along swimmingly.
Upon royal decree, both the Day and Night Guard were up, serving together with the visitors. Since Shining Armor had left to become a Prince, the Captain of the Guard position was divided between the head of the Lunar and Solar Guards- Midnight Blossom and Cloud Skipper, respectively. The main difference between regular pegasai and Lunar Guard were their draconian eyes and wings, signifying their creation via dragon-pony breeding and Luna's magical engineering.
At the moment, Blossom was chatting with Faber and Derpy, while Skipper kept an eye out to the horizon.
"So then this mare," Faber was telling them, gun to his side, "Cloud Kicker, I believe her name was- finally said, 'What do ya say? Wanna bang?'"
The other mares chuckled. Both of them were familiar with the promiscuous pegasus- Derpy had been a marefriend of hers for a few months, and Midnight's family were pegasai nobility, alongside Kicker's family. Both of them knew Cloud's amorous yet genuine nature, and could guess at what would happen next.
"So I told her, 'I'm afraid I must decline your offer. Even putting aside the inter-species blasphemy, xeno, I don't ride village bicycles.'"
The mares busted out laughing, and even the stoic Skipper creaked a smile. After a beat, Derpy then asked, "Mr. Faber, what's a 'village bicycle'?"
Faber gave an awkward laugh. "Well," He explained, "Among non-heretical humans, a 'village bicycle' is a woman who likes to ride as many-"
"Buck, is that Princess Cadence?" Cloud Skipper exclaimed, pointing to the pony couple approaching. Looking up, the pony guards, Guardsman, and many other watchmen observed the royal arrivals, weapons raised and ready. The ponies and griffons, most them good friends with the old Captain, convinced their alien counterparts to lower the guns.
As the Crystal Princess and her husband stopped at the gate, Cloud Skipper hailed, "Hey, Captain- or should I call you Lord, now? What brings you back home?"
The white unicorn called back, "We've been summoned by the Princesses. They said something big was going to happen, and they needed Cadence and I back home."
The Guards looked at their alien coworkers. "That's one way to put it." Skipper murmured.
But Blossom then asked, "But what about the Crystal Empire?"
Cadence answered, "Celestia told me they'd be fine. But I'm going to have a... 'polite conversation' to see if she can change her mind and let me go back."
"Good luck with that." She mumbled. She then gave the order to open the gate and let them in. They were given two escorts- a unicorn and a Sanghelli- and were led to the Command HQ.
As the Royal Couple went down the halls, they took greater notice of the aliens- or rather, the sheer abundance of them. Everywhere they went, there were at least one alien creature for every two ponies. Talking to the unicorn, Shining learned that the majority of them were humans, with a large mixture of other races sprinkled about. All of them had armor, guns, and watched them with interested respect.
Cadence, however, barely even acknowledged them. Her mind was still troubled for having to abandon her people, and was dead set on getting an honest answer from her older relatives. It was their idea to set her up as the returning Crystal Princess, after all.
In HQ, the alicorns were discussing various defense strategies with the other commanders. It had already been decided that the humans and their comrades would do most of the fighting, as they had the most technology and veteran soldiers. Not to say there weren't true warriors among the various peoples of Equestria; it was just that the number of those who properly use guns- and had the mental fortitude to fight an unrelenting foe- were rather limited, somewhere in the hundreds.
Adam's projection had also been in the room, giving valuable advice and information about both Chaos, and the terrain and nature of the planet. Luna was on the other side of the map, working with the commanders of the other races to coordinate with the aliens. Neither of them had spoken to the other since yesterday, but Luna knew better than to press the subject. There were a lot of factors to consider, and Adam was not a person to boldly rush into decisions.
All the same, would it hurt to get a hint? After all that she and her sister had done for Him, couldn't He afford to be upfront and honest with them and the humans? After all, they worshiped the Emperor, His word was law. If Adam said He wanted to be with a sanctified xeno, surely they would understand, wouldn't they?
Either way, that could wait. There was work to be done.
Captain Brogan had been saying, "This land around 'Appleoosa', as it’s called, is a vast, flat desert, which would make it a prime beachhead for any starships. At the same time, though, it’s also suited for tanks, mechs and artillery. On our ship, we have 500 Scorpions, 800 Warthogs, 300 Mantis walkers, 50 Elephants, and two Mammoths. We also have five Fafnir-class 'Battle' mechs, and one AGE-class Jumper- or 'GUNDAM'- mech."
"What's the difference between a 'Battle' mech and a 'GUNDAM' mech?" Celestia asked.
"Simple." The human explained. "Battle mechs have a lot of firepower, but can't fly. GUNDAMs have limited weaponry, but are capable of entering and exiting space." The Princess nodded in understanding.
Shipmaster 'Valuum then stepped up, and said, "We are similarly prepared for such a large-scale vehicular combat. We were fortunate enough to come along with 600 Wraiths, 900 Ghosts, 600 Locusts, 100 Scarabs and one Seraphim."
"What's a Seraphim?"
"It’s like a Scarab, but three times the size. It’s considered a mobile base, and can only be deployed via offloading, whereas Scarabs and Locusts can be airdropped."
He looked up at the Inquisitor and the other commanders. "Now what, pray tell, are you bringing to battle?" He asked, although there was a slight edge of challenge.
Magos Kriel stepped forward, and answered in his monotone voice, "We, xeno, have plenty in the way of heavy weaponry. At our disposal are five Reaver-class Titans, four Stormswords, five Stormlords, three Baneblades, two Malcadors, three Rhinos, and a Leman Russ."
Luna tilted her head slightly. "You brought every type of heavy vehicle with you... just for a recovery mission?"
"We were reclaiming the Omnissiah," The techpriest droned, "All the forces of the Imperium would have come along had it not been for the Emperor's orders. Even so, we brought along all that we could fit inside the Wrath."
"Are these vehicles big?" Brogan questioned.
The Inquisitor smiled, and quipped, "Bigger than yours, boy."
All the grunts and workers, looked at the table, and went about their business, but they all thought the same thing; Creighton subliminally insulted the Captain's manhood. They were fighting words, and a challenge was thrown down.
"Gentlemen, please." Adam warned them. "Now is not the time for petty rivalries or violence. We have bigger things to worry about."
Faster than you can say "Renegade Interrupt", the doors swung open, and a white unicorn and pissed-off pink alicorn barged in. "Celestia," She barked, glaring at the Princess, "You've got some explaining to do!"
Now, it’s not usually in Cadence's nature to go all bitchy on everyone. In fact, that's how Twilight managed to discover Chrysalis was pretending to be her. But now, her anger was justifiable, considering 1) She had to abandon her people to Sombra's clutches, 2) her train broke down in the frozen north, and took two days to fix, 3) was in heat, with all the trouble that brings in, and 4) she always hated being left out of the loop.
And if these aliens and machines were anything to go by, Cadence had been left out of the loop for a very long time.
So the betrayed, tired, hormonal Princess walked up to the other goddesses, ignoring the various hulking figures around her, with half-a-mind to beat the crap out of them.
"You've always talked about protecting your subjects," She said, "Of being as loyal to them as they are to you. Yet when I am trying to save my crystal ponies, you order me back to Canterlot to, what, use love magic on all these alien things?"
The humans and aliens gave her sharp looks as she said that. As if simply being a pink pony wasn't enough for them, she had to be having her time of the month too. It just goes to show that even among a friendly race like the ponies; everyone has their share of assholes.
Celestia, sensing this was going down a bad path, opted to change subjects. "Cadence," She said, "I want you meet an old friend of ours." She gestured to the apparition on the other side of the table. "This is Adam, Emperor of Mankind."
The younger alicorn switched her gaze to the holographic image, and the two deities locked eyes.
"Hello."
"What are you supposed to be, a ghost?"
"...That is not...entirely...inaccurate. I'm actually-"
"This is what you brought me down to see?" Cadence complained. "You wanted to show me the pet ghost you want to get rid of? I'm a Love Goddess, not an exorcist!"
"That 'ghost'," Luna snapped, pointing a hoof at the pink pony's face, "Is the reason Sombra failed to conquer Equestria! He is the reason you had an empire to return to!"
"W-What do you mean?" Cadence stammered, taking a step back- Luna's hoof was just inches from her face.
"While the part of the story where my sister and I destroyed Sombra's body is true, it was Adam who used His powers to stop his black magicks, and sent your people into a pocket of the warp. It was at great personal cost for us all that the crystal ponies and the Crystal Heart were saved. So I think it would behoove you show Him a little respect!"
"Calm yourself, Luna." The Emperor soothed, walking around the table. "It is not her fault that she is ignorant of such knowledge. Your sister and I took steps to keep that part of history secret. But to her point, the Crystal Empire is not being abandoned. It’s just that our forces are spread thin, at the moment, so an evacuation or fortification are somewhat out of the question. When we obtain the forces to do so, the empire will receive them posthaste."
"As for you, Mi Amore Cadenza, you and your husband were summoned as a failsafe precaution."
"And why is that?" Cadence asked.
"Simple. If something happens to me or your aunts, it is imperative that you are taken to safety. For your love magic is the greatest secret weapon against Chaos. If there is any hope of truly defeating our foes, it may just depend on you."
Cadence was... speechless, quite frankly. She hadn't expected that to be the reason why she was brought home, but it was more than enough justification for doing so. So, she simply asked, "Alright, where shall we stay?"
"I know the way." The unicorn guard began leading the Princess to her old chambers. But Shining lingered in the HQ, as he had a burning question.
"Adam- was that your name? Luna said that there was a personal cost for you to save the Empire. What was it?"
"...While I telepathically preformed the ritual to move your city, Luna and Celestia took on Sombra by themselves. He had become a Chaos Sorcerer, and had just enough time to summon a powerful daemon before losing his physical form. This daemon- this abomination of darkness and deceit- led to an atrocity of such magnitude that your world hasn't seen before or since."
"Which means, what, exactly?" Armor pressed.
"Sombra is the reason there is a Nightmare Moon." Luna explained, sorrow and guilt heavy in her voice. "For your people's salvation, I was given damnation upon the stars..."
This chapter has a little for everyone. We've cameos of all kinds ponies, Pinkie doing what she does best, the Council declaring their service- with Sparatus getting nightmares, Cadence getting pissed off only to get checked by Luna, and mini-crossovers galore.
Next chapter of Peace and Isolation; the one you've all been waiting for...
"OI, WHO'S DIS UGLY GIT? THINKIN' HE CAN POSE FOR AN ORK 'CAUSE HE'S GREEN! WHO'RE YOU?"
"I am Sierra-117. And I am finishing this fight."
Quite the difference from the one at fanfiction.net.
I approve of the change from the emperor's cosmic bitch slap to Pinkie shenanigans.
Nearly missed the Update for today!
EDIT: Great Chapter! Can't wait for the next one
2144559 ORKS?!?!?!? ALL OF MY YES!!!!
Also yes for reality warping Pinkie, and it should be interesting to see all the different armies and vehicles working together
where is jhon?!
2144939 I'm glad you liked it.
See, this was my original version. Somehow, I came across the mental image of Adam giving a the council a smackdown. After talking to Poarter (a fellow writer and contributer), I came up with this compromise of alternates.
Besides, Pinkie and the others should be mentioned more.
2145060 He'll be here next chapter, fo'shizzle.
So Epic. When will the chief wake up and start kicking ass?
Two words for Cadence: Shark Week.
YAY! New chapter!
holy shit! this is getting better and betterm now I wanna see the Master chief and Spike kicking ass, also, when do we see Discord and Chrysalis?
maybe the dragons will help too? I DONT KNOW! UPDATE THIS RIGHT NAOOOHHHH!!!!!
SU. MUCH. FYAHPOWAH.
SEND MEGAS.
SEND GURREN LAGANN.
PFFT, SEND EVERY SINGLE SUPERWEAPON IN THERE.
OVERKILL? DOESN'T EXIST IN MY VOCAB.
HAHAHA YES
I cant wait for more!
2145393 Oh Discord and Chrysalis. One of them will be an Atoning Hero, while the other will be a Tragic Villain. Guess which is which.
GUNDAMS! BATTLEMECHS! Add a couple of NGE units and something and i'll seal this fic in a can and put a label "liquid epicness" on it.
Bow-chika-bow-wow, Shep.
Oh sweet Celestia... UNSC troops with Fafnirs... just wow. That and the Imperium has five Titans. Yup. Reapers are the most under-powered threat there is.
Why Fafnirs and not, say, Mad Cat MkII? Or, for the equestrians' reaction, the Balius-class heavy made by clan Hell's Horses (quadrupedal design horse totem mech.) Or even some Dire Wolves, which have only energy weapons, so they aren't worried about ammo shortages.
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awesome!
Orks? in MLP? Me Gusta
Orks? I hope you make them smarter then your average Ork, and have them assist the Imperial Alliance. It'd be a hell of a sight to see!
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YES. ORKS. NOW.
2145398 The Doctor is already an overkill, he is more powerful than the 3 universe present here combined
2144559 Orks!? Well I can only say one word WAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!
Well the following things should show chaos/flood/reaper don't fuck with ponies, especially Derpy.
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You may be awesome, but you will never be Derpy riding a velociraptor while holding an RPG with a nuclear explosion going off in the background awesome.
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Well as Edward_Richtofen there is no such thing called an overkill
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Well derpy do have access to the Tardis. Lord Inquisitor Derpy is best Inquisitor
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Holy fucking shit. Orks. I don't know what to say to that. Now, all you need is for Equestria to be a Tomb World and have Necrons galore.
Orks? Heh. Versus a Spartan-II, they are screwed. Space marines have kickass armor and guns, but Spartan armor can survive falling from orbit, which comes out to more energy and damage then anything the Imperium has short of a Emperor-class Titans main gun. And if Chief gets a energy sword and Cortana back, then the result will look like some sort of slaughterhouse. And of course, with the other forces involved, Orks look like small fry. All this crossover needs now is the Zerg to come in and infest a pony to get some really scary forces. Imagine, infested dragons. And of course, the Tyranids would add a extra dimension of awesome kickassery to this fic.
SD GUNDAMS ARE THE BEST GUNDAMS
All I can say is, the world will never be the same again.
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we already have chaos/flood/reaper forces moving in behind the ork rampaging
(ah YT surfing and reading at the same time) with spartan 117 coming back into play. I think that if the zerg were to get involved, it would be so over the top that it would break the 'suspension of belief' this story already has (besides, there is no feasible way for them to appear without some sort of god hand movement from the writer). The Tyranids? I'm sure they won't even be allowed breathing space if they appeared what with an already floating armada in space and the soon to arrive fleet from the ME verse (I'm sure the captain of the battle barge- which names escape me atm- will tell them to focus fire on such a ship because orks and most everything else are nothing compared to them)
The titans will fucking rip a new asshole in the reapers face
Well writ good sir
2145702 That's my dad calls Twilight (both the pony and my cat)
2145704 Five Titans, but five of the smallest Titans. As for Battle mechs and Gundams, I haven't played the games or seen the show in years. I picked Fafnirs at random, as the were the only one on the wiki that an image and statistics.
2146023 I brought it up with my contributors. They thought it was dumb. This is the only site that creates "friendly" Orks.
2146358 My knowledge of Doctor Who is rather limited. He has a time machine, a sonic screwdriver, and is the smartest person ever- and that's most of what I know. Derpy, however, is a memetic badass- a ponified Chuck Norris, if you will. Seeing as everyone has high hopes for her, perhaps we shall put her money where her mouth is?
2146495 Necrons are overkill. That's why we have Reapers.
2146815 That's about right. I would say, however, that Chief is worth an entire legion of marines. No Zergs (I don't play Starcraft) but tyranids aren't out of the question.
2147949 The Imperial ship has to deal with the Orks and Reapers and stuff first, wouldn't they? After all, they are the biggest, and thus have the most DAKKA, so everyone will be busy attacking it for a propah fight. With the halo ships giving support, and the Normandy running interference, all kinds of things can sneak through.
If I might make a suggestion?
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED! Tactical Genius.
That is all.
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ok, I'll give ya that. The orks may ram their space-rock-star-ships into the battle barge, but those are mostly uncontrolled 'battleships' for orks are they not? (note: I may need to go update my warhammer 40k verse knowledge or unscramble it with whatever I just combined it with) I can see the green tide making landfall easier than them fighting in space. Plus, on the grand scale of dangerous enemies, orks rate rather low after chaos and the tyranid threat (seeing how one is a traitorous group and the other has, or now had, the ability to block out the emperor's light through the warp) I would think.
If I remember correctly, the flood ship is just that: one ship (unless there was more, but I just forgot or missed? You take too long to update and information gets corrupted)
The reapers are probably the only thing that would absolutely draw the attention of a battle barge such as the Emperors Wrath if from nothing else than sheer numbers but, either due to
poorincomplete intelligence on the reapers or the knowledge they do have on tyranids, if the bugs show up I could see the battle barge forgetting about all else and going after what would have essentially killed them faster than what the warp (or orks) ever could. (unless reapers weapons could honestly do more damage than what anyone thinks)Besides, isn't the scout ships of the Tyranids' armadas about the size of a battle barge anyways?
Don't forget, you are also bringing in a good 3 extra armadas (one of which is gonna be huge since the emperor requested it himself) for the 'good guys' of the story (I honestly can't wait to see if you decide to bring in other chapters of space marines besides the ultra marines. That could make for some interesting conversations if for nothing else than differing views) which makes for a hell of a screening barrier (though they may not be there for another chapter or two or three I would have to guess)
...And that's a lot of words Also realizing that I am fighting the author of this story who can make anything go
NOT ONLY ARE THERE SCAREBS, BUT A MOTHER FUCKEN SSSSSUUUUUUPPPPEEEEERRRRRR SCAREB AS WELLL..........AAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH. You sir, are quite the tallented one, well played well played. cheerio
2148498 Isn't he still fighting on Cadia? (Okay, they already won that battle, but he could still be wrapping up)
2148549>>2148708 That is true, I can write whatever I want, can't I? So tell me, dear viewers, would any of you like to see these three in control of a Scarab?
2148975 To be honest, dont you think clean up is a little beneath Creed. Even so, isn't this fic in the future? Surly Cadia must be ok now. What about Yarric? Is he still hunting that warboss?
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Everyone would be so screwed... and yet, they still end up covered in tree sap
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Reapers aren't zombie robots that can revive themselves and have kickass Gauss weaponry.
2149117 Why would it? He got his leadership job after the old Cadian general died, and his whole ordeal and rise to fame was to save Cadia. Even after winning the battle, I don't think Creed would want to leave his homeworld until the job was done (and if I don't mention him again, just assume he's out fighting other crusades, heretics, tyranids or other threats). Don't know enough about Yorric to say definitively about him.
2149178 I don't know how I'm gonna do it, but keep an eye out in the future.
Why would I do that? Freakin' Rule of Cool/Funny, that's why!
2149280 That's why they aren't coming. If even a tiny necron army showed up, not even the Chief could beat them. And all the gods (Adam, Princesses, Discord, etc.) would have little to no effect on them, as warp/harmonics don't bother necron tech.
Trust me, Reapers will be enough.
2148252 I thought warhounds were the smallest titans... Not Reavers.
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Just don't break the suspension of belief you got going on here or I'm gonna pull an internet and bitch (seriously, this story has a lot of room and if you manage to mess it up...)link this stuff man (rule of cool)
2149311 Well, isn't this fic somewhat in the future? Cadia should be fine. Also, I am only arguing because I want CREEEED to use his Tactical Genius to pull a Baneblade out from behind a bush/small shrub Pinkie Pie style.
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2149388 actually, it's only two years ahead of where we are canonically. Based off of the campaign situation of the Black Crusade, he may be busy cleansing his section of the galaxy from nurgilites and Orks. And then you have all the issues involving the Eldar, Tau, tyranids and resurgent necrons, and I'd say that Adam would want Creed to stay in the Eye of Terror.
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Fine. How bout a dancing Necron lord? Just for the lulz.
Now i have seen everything, Gundams owned by the UNSC, and Orks meeting Chief in the next chapter.
Commander Jet: Grim, We have Problems.
Grim: Yeah?
Commander Jet: We are missing a lot of everything....
*Meanwhile*
Kelter: What is this, Xenos over the hills, come on lets teach a lesson in salvation.he2etic.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/angry-marine.jpg?w=549 Also Angry Marines Approve.
Also one last thing.
Captain Titus.
That is all.wallpaper-wide.ru/en/preview.php?hd=542&px=1920x1200
When will they defrost John-117?
List of things that made this chapter fucking glorious:
Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie
Mechwarrior!!!!! AAAAAAAAH!!!
Bitchy Cadance
The amount of firepower
Shit ton of other stuff I forgot...
But oh man... I can barely wait for the moment when Chief, Adam and Shepard fight next to each other kicking the living shit out of everything that comes in their way.
so awesome, must be hard to write 3 stories in one?
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK! SO KEEN FOR THIS!
did you get the Cloud Kicker thing from the 'Winningverse'?
"100 Scarabs"
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK!!!!!!