The nazis have won. The war ended 40 years ago. Life is fine for the most part, just a bit harsher. To harsh. To militarized. WE MUST RISE!!!
The nazis have won. The war ended 40 years ago. Life is fine for the most part, just a bit harsher. To harsh. To militarized. WE MUST RISE!!! This is a story from a shared account, named humanstanksandponies. The story didn't come out quite right. It may seem cheezy, and it's in a "this story sucks cuz I say so" group. And I never gave them permission to do that.
1940- Germany attacks Britain. Battle of Britain begins.
1941- Germany attacks North Africa. Japan attacks Pearl Harbor, America. Germany attacks Russia.
1942- Japan conquers Asia in the pacific. Germany smashes Russian counter-offensive. Battle of Britain ends, Germany in defeat.
1943- Gemany surrenders to Russia after Stalingrad attack failed. America starts island hopping campaign in pacific. America attacks Italy.
1944- America launches operation overlord.
1945- Mysterious portal opens up, letting changling militia ally with axis powers and equestrian ponies ally with the allied forces. Factory producing atom bomg on remote island is destroyed in a bomb raid.
1946- Allied forces pushed out of Germany. Japan receives help from German and changling soilders, beating back allied soilders.
1947- America Russia and Britain attacked again. British citizens and soilders speedily shipped and flown off to America.
1949- Fall of Britain, due to being surrounded by axis forces. America and Russia become home fronts.
1950- Allied surrender to axis forces. WW2 ends.
All of that was explained to colts and fillies, boys and girls, in the course of 11 weeks. "Close your books, now let's get on to math" the teacher simply stated.
"Miss Annie, what's that?" A young colt said, pointing his hoof out the window. Fiery red flames were seen from the police station down the street. Everyone crowded around the window as a helicopter fired rockets at the building, tanks crowded around it, and air planes fought obove it.
"Go ahead, slap me again, girl" said a now weary and broken down Braeburn. He had been in this room for hours, people and ponies trying to punch, slap, and kick information out of his mouth.
"I am going to ask you again, and if you don't give me an answer, then sunset here can take a shot at your leg" stated the main interrogator. "Now, did you or did you not contribute to the assassination of the secondary mayor of this city?"
"If your not sure if ah' did, then why do ya keep slapin' me? And if ya do try in' slap me again, I'll blow down this whole building." Threatened Braeburn.
"Oh, pft. Sunset, slap this nut-head!" Commanded the interrogation officer. Without a word, sunset shimmer turned over her pistol and slapped the prisoner, just as she did so, Braeburn snatched up her gun and turned it to her.
"You asked for it" Braeburn simply stated, before an explosion was heard, screams, and a siren. He then shot the interrogation officer dead, and pulled out his rebellion made speed phone, witch was sort of like a walkie talkie. "Commence with operation Rollin' thunder!" He shouted, just before a helicopter began to hover over the window. Braeburn ran up, kicked the glass open, and jumped in the chopper. "Floor 12." Stated Braeburn. The pilot nodded with a smirk, and turned the helicopter to face the building. Floor 12, the militarized floor, was coated in brick. The pilot's smirk grew as rockets flew from the wings of the chopper, blowing down the barrier, then turning back to the side to let out the three eager battle-ready troops.
"Have fun, Janson, and try not to get shot this time" said the pilot.
"Alright, mom, I'll try" replied Janson. Both Braeburn and the other soilder, Balam, stared at him in utter surprise.
"Janson, that's your mom?!" Questioned Balam.
"Yes, that's my mom, you gotta problem with that?" He replied
"Uh, no. Your moms pretty cool" stated Balam as they all lined up against a wall, preparing to breach a hallway. A grenade was thrown, screams heard, and the moved in. Lucky for them, the janitors closet didn't have a lock, so they ran in there for cover.
"Jonah, how are ya handlin' the Air Force? Asked Braeburn.
"Um, pretty well?" Jonah said as he zoomed across the sky in a P-51D Mustang he stole from a history museum, being chased by three BF-109G's. "Anyways, is there anyone on say, floor 11?" He questioned, staring at the oversized floor but keeping his mind on the dogfight.
"No, only nazi's" replied Braeburn. "And a bunch ah tanks." He added.
"Alright, then" said Jonah as he flew far from the base, performed an Immelmann, and went straight for floor 11. The glass bursted as he flew through it. One of the enemy fighters flew into a tank, exploding and launching its wing into another fighter. Only one remained as Jonah pulled up out of the floor, and into daylight. He then performed a loop, and due to the the fact that the BF109 was less agile than the P-51, the 109 crashed into the top of the building. "That was fun!" He exclaimed, before diving for a tank, and shooting it to bits.
Wheremacth base of operations and intelligence
"What information have you got on the rebel raid?" Twilight demanded from the intelligence officer.
"Well, a pony name Braeburn seemed to be in command... That's all we have" he stated
"Mah cousin?" Applejack asked
"I never knew you had a cousin" said rarity
"Ah don't..." Added applejack.
"The hell is wrong with you today?" Retorted Rainbowdash.
"Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?!" Commanded applejack.
"Oh, yeah, right! Gotta dash!" She shouted, before picking up applejacks shotgun by accident instead of her silenced Colt .45.
"Get back here with mah shotgun!" Applejack shouted. But rainbow didn't hear as she zoomed across the base, and then the sky.
After 10 mins of speeding, she decided to slow down. Suddenly, a bump. Her head slightly ached as she saw a bunch of blue ripples move across what appeared to be nothing. She didn't really know where she was, but she was curious and decided to feel around. He head fell through an opening, and she saw a bunch of guns, some humans, ponies, both holding guns, and decided to get behind cover for a closer look. She darted behind a wall, and watched. They were rebels. All rebels.
"Hi" chirped a smiling human, holding a tranquilizer. Rainbow raised the shotgun, but she was feeling woozy and fell over before she could pull the trigger.
"Eat this" said a doctor, as he opened up a pill bottle.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! I'm not gonna eat a pill ju-" Rainbowdash was cut off by her own sleep.
"Begin the operation?" Asked Balam. A pony trotted in, pushing a cart of surgical tools. The pony nodded, and Balam started.
I don't know what a surgical operation is like, so I'm not gonna try
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS MY NAME" shouted Rainbowdash. "DO I HAVE AMNESIA? OH MY GOD, I HAVE AMNESIA!!!!" Jonah was down the hall, playing video games, and overheard the noise. He ran in, as curious as a not dead cat.
"Oh, good, you're in here. Look, I need you to come with me and get her memory back. This is gonna be a breach, so we can't use Air Force. Round up, about, I dunno, five or six stealth squads, and let's get going, alright?" Asked Balam
"Yeah, sure" replied Jonah, as he left the room to go to the stealth squad operation center. When he was done there, he peaked back in at the bed Rainbowdash was sitting in. "We're gonna go kill people to get your memory back, k?" Rainbow slowly nodded with an unsure look on her face.
As they piled on the truck, the intelligence crew came in to tell them what they were looking for.
"It's a chip, cloaked as a potato chip" said goodeye.
"So I can't eat it..." Joked Jonah. Or was that a joke? "Well, let's get going" he added. The truck drove off, ready to take what it had to. Or, ya know, get blown up. Operation over! Try again!
As they neared the base, the truck hit near a small proccimity land mine. It tipped over, and pored all of the troops into an old, muddy, trench. They groaned as they picked themselves. The snipers sat down and got ready to send cover fire, the stealth squad got their pistols and other small arms ready.
