The Merry Holiday War (Warning: Has Ponies) (IC)

[Poni]

Greeting, citizens of PONI. This message is from Economa Incorporated. Your government is in the process of systematically enslaving and killing sentient creatures known as "Ponies." They may look different, but they're just like you and me, except for one thing. They're currently fighting for their very existence. We'd prefer to end this with the least blood possible, so here's an ultimatum. Convince your government to stop this within the next 24 hours, or for each village destroyed we will LEVEL an entire city. If your efforts fail, we recommend you evacuate ASAP. Merry freaking Christmas.
Madison Kens, President General Economa Incorporated

Economa Incorporated delivered their messages about bombing remaining cities in Poni, including New Nod, Twilight Fires, Arcadia City, and Poplar Terra. Of the four largest cities, Twilight Fires and Arcadia City have not responded to these letters due to the red snow crisis and are all staying inside. In Poplar Terra however they did not hesitate to respond to Economa Incorporated and their allies.

The following message is to all allies of Squeeheart:

We are aware of the current predicaments going on with our nation and those ponies. We are afraid however we cannot make communications with either the Emperor or the military due to the destruction of Nightmare's Paradise and the following red snow which weather reporters have confirmed will be coming in heavy numbers to both Southern and Eastern Poni in the evening of today.

We do however wish to say this: Poplar Terra is home to the Poni International Center, where foreign diplomats usually arrive to hold negotiations with the rest of the Pony Lands and in certain cases other regions. This also used to be the World Assembly Center. That being said there are multiple innocent people and ponies here from other nations as well. If you do plan on bombing cities for every village burned, we can't stop you. We do however ask not to be bombed due to the number of foreigners here.

We are also not going to be evacuating anyone here anytime soon. The military here has been given strict orders to kill anyone who leaves the city. We are deeply sorry, but there is nothing else Poplar Terra can do here. Merry Christmas, Merry Hearth's Warming, and God help us all.

Poplar Terra Senator O'Reilly

New Nod, Poni

New Nod did recieve the message from Economa Incorporated, but they could care less. As far as they and anyone else knew, in the evening red snow will come over to New Nod and kill them as well. From what they could tell Poni is already dead, and if they're going down they're taking everyone with them, literally.

The Time Alliance forces enter New Nod and see it is already up in smoke. The citizens of Poni, the police, the military, and the ponies are all equally trying to kill each other. Not one person is capable of trust, and the Time Alliance found this out once they got past the welcome sign. Up at the top of a roof, two ponies are trying to snipe at the forces, believing they are mercenaries hired by Poni for capturing them. The Alliance manages to kill both of them in retaliation, but they lost one of their ponies in the process.

Every man for himself, every pony for themself, and every fluffy kitten for yarn balls. The town's stores all have broken glass, supplies are being raided, and punks are running wild in the streets beating each other up while bullets are flying. New Nod is in total anarchy. On the plus side though, the people already here are already killing each other, giving the Time Alliance very easy targets to pick off. They do encounter one pony before actually proceeding with their job. This mare is unarmed, frightened, and frozen in place. She stares with widened eyes as the Time Alliance approaches, unsure whether they're going to capture her, or kill her.

[New Zepuha]

Purge the Heretic, Kill the Xeno, Burn the Mutant
Innocence Proves Nothing. No one is innocent, only there are varying levels of guilt.

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From: The Offices of His Holy Inquisition
To: The Government of Poni

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Greetings,

Let us first applaud your efforts of the extermination of the Pony Xenos scum. We applaud this crusade and approve of it in the highest. We have also noticed you are dealing with a group of terrorists and their supporters. The Empire is prepared to begin military operations alongside your own if you are willing to accept our support. Regardless we will be preparing a contingent Regiment in the case that you do accept. Please provide any information we need before entering your country.

Thank you,

Lord Inquisitor Isen Roth

[Lolder]

Eva, On the deck of the First Dreadnough, EIS Thunderbolt, making way towards The Rift feels her pocket buzz. Superior noise-cancelling technology makes her quite audible even at the high wind speeds

"AH, Greg. Sorry for making you get up. This is a secure line, running off a relay we have set up through The Rift. You'll be able to contact me, and only me, anytime. You've probably seen our newscasts, but what's up with you? As always, we're happy to join forces. Oh, let me complete the president's address for you. As I speak, printers are churning out pamphlets to be loaded into (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PDU-5B_dispenser_unit) cluster distribution, to be dropped over every coastal city we find. They read as follows-

Greeting, citizens of PONI. This message is from Economa Incorporated. Your government is in the process of systematically enslaving and killing sentient creatures known as "Ponies." They may look different, but they're just like you and me, except for one thing. They're currently fighting for their very existence. We'd prefer to end this with the least blood possible, so here's an ultimatum. Convince your government to stop this within the next 24 hours, or for each village destroyed we will LEVEL an entire city. If your efforts fail, we recommend you evacuate ASAP. Merry freaking Christmas.
Madison Kens, President General Economa Incorporated

Whatcha think?"

"Not bad." Said Greg, bringing this new phone back to his office. As he slid into his desk, he was saying "the only problem is it assumes that the citizens of Poni can do anything about the systematic killing and enslaving of ponies. Who they don't like very much. You've got to hand it to them, Poni's propaganda office is top-notch. As for me? I'm trying to get everyone ready for war, no small feat that is. But with a joint force operation on the table, and your rift device..." he held the phone between his shoulder and ear as he sifted through countless dossiers until he found the section labelled: "Knowledge of Foreign Experimental Technology" and continued talking/reading ".... which appears to be either a trans-dimensional teleporter, or trans-location device, or both, according to what little we have on it. But if it can even the playing field on all the other blokes who waltz through dimensional portals, then I'll exercise whatever authority I can to get our troops through it."

He finished typing a short memo, then e-mailed it with a high-priority tag to the rest Lolder's top officials. "Call whenever necessary." he finished before ending the call. He then worked his way through the responses his memo generated. Looks like inter-dimensional machines were popular, as every available military asset with authorized use was directed over to it, except a few air force units who went directly to the ASF troops who started this mass mobilization. Out in the hall, Greg heard increased scurrying as the machine that was bureaucracy compensated.

Squeeheart's capital
Fredrick was half-listening to both his radio and the strategies being formulated by the pony tinkerer. Suddenly he let out a whoop and the troops around him stared at him in confusion. Allowing the radio to relay through his suit's speakers, an authoritative female voice was heard saying "-hear you ASF, this is General Candace Taylor, Lolderian military. We have fighters vectored to your location. Expect them there within the hour. The rest of our forces are en route, ETA unknown. We're coming with friends. Taylor out." The rest of the soldiers let up a cheer. Acting commander Fredrick nodded, almost unable to believe it. "The brass finally came through."

[Poni]

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Purge the Heretic, Kill the Xeno, Burn the Mutant
Innocence Proves Nothing. No one is innocent, only there are varying levels of guilt.

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From: The Offices of His Holy Inquisition
To: The Government of Poni

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Greetings,

Let us first applaud your efforts of the extermination of the Pony Xenos scum. We applaud this crusade and approve of it in the highest. We have also noticed you are dealing with a group of terrorists and their supporters. The Empire is prepared to begin military operations alongside your own if you are willing to accept our support. Regardless we will be preparing a contingent Regiment in the case that you do accept. Please provide any information we need before entering your country.

Thank you,

Lord Inquisitor Isen Roth

The following is a direct message from the Emperor of the Radian Empire of Poni:

I, Emperor of the Radian Empire, am personally pleased to welcome you to Poni to help us fight off Squeeheart and their incompetent allies. We do have one request however: The Project of Nether Intelligence (Poni) is in need of ponies, preferrably alive. We promised our other clients a gold bar for each pony delivered to us. However their progress is incredibly slow; In fact there isn't any progress from them on these ponies! That being said the Radian Empire would like to elaborate on how important these ponies are: We promise two gold bars now for every pony you capture and bring to us alive and healthy for slave work.

Also there is something else bothering us right now: The capital of Squeeheart if we are not mistaken is amassing huge allied numbers to defend their precious village from us. This village absolutely has to be destroyed. If you assist us in this matter, Poni will pay in a hefty number of NS dollars, form discounts on all of our products in your nation, and give your government schematics to a highly advanced gun we have along with a complete model of the gun itself!

Thank you for assisting Poni in this time of war, and Happy Hunting!

[New Zepuha]

"Right then you knockers, drop yer meat and be on yer feet, we got marching orders!" shouted the color-sergeant from atop a box of ammunition. "Lets get moving, hup to dammit!" he slapped his cane against his thigh and shouted at the troopers running around grabbing kits and hurrying off towards the transport aircraft. Several armored vehicles were loaded up into the aircraft, but some aircraft were being packed with horses. Two regiments had mustered for first landing in the foreign lands.

The King's Own 1st Light Dragoons

Consists of 1,200 men and horses excluding supply train. They are the premier cavalry troopers of the Empire, wearing red uniforms proud, bronze colored breastplates shining in the sunlight. Truly the epitamy of the Empire's glory. They carried with them L85A2 carbines alongside their sabers. The second regiment mustered was a mechanized infantry Regiment.

The 22nd Mechanized Praetorian Guard

These troopers don their breastplates with pride, their L85A2s rocked up and ready for combat. The perfect mix of modern technology and history.

The expedition made way for Poni landing zones to unload and prepare a forward base of operations. [Sorry for the lazy post]

[The Time Alliance]

The Time Alliance
Eastern Plains 5:03 EST
Now they Didn't know anything about the snow. They had no clue their lives were about to be at risk due to some red snow. It's safe to say that they were not aware of all the Hellfire going on in the west that was heading towards them. Still as they had received no indication of knowing about this snow they moved on. Blake had no clue he was walking his troops straight into an ambush. Not an Ambush from the enemy, but Ambush from weather itself.

The Operatives of the Army were inside a jeep which carried the radio. Continuously they attempted to send out radio messages.
"Hello this is The Time Alli-Zsccch. We need-Zchhh -dgement of our locate-Zchhhh"
No Matter how hard they tried there was something interfering with the radio sequence. When they questioned Blake if they were walking into a storm he laughed and told them exactly how the weather was handled here. That fact in itself made one of the Operatives faint.

The temperature however was dropping as the Army marched closer and Closer to their death. They had Full uniforms on but the Uniforms didn't protect their necks, hands or faces. The snow would surely kill them if their allies didn't help them out. They were aware that their allies were looking for them but since getting that message they had not heard from any of their allies on each-others whereabouts.

[Squeeheart]

Squeeheart's Capital City

The red snow is beginning to pick up, and already over thirty-five ponies have been confirmed dead as a result of red snow exposure. The council room has had it's original purpose moved to a lounging room instead, as Dr. Teapots has taken upon himself the need to convert the council room into his own personal laboratory. Merry Yule enters the room to have a discussion with the doctor.

Dr. Teapots: Miss Yule, prepare to be amazed. The earth pony grabs a cloth resting on top of some object, and he removes it. I present to you Squeeheart's first biosuit! This machine will keep the pony inside completely intact from any outside harm, and I've added a cone for any unicorns whom may seek to use this. This suit is even capable of taking on entire squads if used right, just like those power armors the Pegasus Enclave is using! This one is only designed for males though, and it's also too heavy for a pegasus to use so I'm not even bothering with that. I'll need more parts to make another, so if anyone has some let me know.

Merry Yule: That's nice and all, Dr. Teapots, but we have a greater issue on our hands: The clouds are eventually going to come back to Poni and then move to the East and South.

Dr. Teapots: I know, it's intriguing, isn't it? It should pick up really badly as well, so I don't think the Radian Empire's going to be able to do anything except assaulting us. Those fools area walking into defeat and they don't even know it!

Merry Yule: That sounds peachy and all doctor, but there's still a critical problem. What if the clouds go too far to the East and South?

Dr. Teapots: Well in that event, which most likely will happen of course, the clouds will roll over to the other pony nations and kill off the entire po-- OH SNAP! Where's the radio; We need to make contact with the Winter Wingers now!

Merry Yule: And there lies our problem: Squeeheart doesn't have enough pegasi in the entire Poni Territory to stop those clouds. Even if we do win this war, those clouds are going to destroy other pony neighbors! We need to act somehow, and we need to do it now.

Dr. Teapots: Gotta think here, gotta think... I got it! It is probably suicide for Maretown, but it will give us a chance against those red snow clouds! We will need to contact every last pegasi in our villages to fly up and push the clouds all the way to the oceans in the West. We will also need the help of the Pegasus enclave to push with our own.

Merry Yule: I still don't think that will be enough. It will help plenty, but it won't stop all the clouds.

The doctor was pacing around now. When the doctor paces, that is a sign he may be facing a problem he can't solve.

Dr. Teapots: There's only one option I can think of to help us out: We will need to reach Poni's factories, and we need to release all the pegasus ponies working in them.

Merry Yule: You've got to be kidding me; The cities are too far away for us! Even if this assault is defeated, there is no way in Tartaurus we will ever get into those factories before the clouds reach the other nations.

Dr. Teapots: We have to try something though! The doctor takes a very long and still pause. Merry Yule tries to speak up to break the silence, but Dr. Teapots finds another idea. So wait: Lolder is here defending us, The Time Alliance is assaulting New Nod, the Pegasus Enclave is also here helping us and will be taking part with our pegasi when we tell them what's up... Is there anyone else on our side?

Merry Yule: I have no idea. Star Winger happened to be our fastest travelling ambassador, but she hasn't reported back from Economa Incorporated.

Dr. Teapots: Hmm... We could try bombing some of those factories in the cities to try and create exits for the pega--

Merry Yule: You foal! Merry Yule smacks some empty beakers off a table. We have nothing left! We've gone too far... We went from a simple rebellion against slavery to a red Hearth's Warming where no one will win... Merry Yule turns around and sits on the floor, looking down. Maretown will be lost, Squeeheart will be lost, the remainders of Poni will be brought to an international trial and everyone is hanged, and our pony neighbors in other lands feel the cold touch of death.

Dr. Teapots hears something from outside, and checks up on it while Merry Yule cries to herself. He puts on the pony biosuit and steps outside. The entire village looks deserted, save for the Pegasus Enclave patrols. The doctor looks up and sees wendigos; Several wendigos swarming around the capital city like vultures, waiting for the hatred of Poni to arrive so they can feast upon the inevitable carnage.

Dr. Teapots: Well that doesn't help our weather conditions at all, but those wendigos sure give me an idea. I wonder where this village keeps all the drinks...

[Economa Incorporated]

The 202 ships, plus a Lolderan addition not far behind, are massed at a seemingly innocuous place in the middle of the Indian Ocean. The only other vessel in sight is the nearest link in the comms chain. It will recieve sat transmissions, then cross The Rift and pass them on to it's counterpart on the other side. On the Bridge of the Thunderbolt, Newly-Promoted Five Star General Addams presents Eva with a small silver box, with a single button.

"Ma'am. The honors?"

"Yes Sir."

She pauses for a second. no turning back now. Presses it.

Two pillars rise from the sea about a mile apart. Water streams off them. With a crackle, the air between them fills with a purple haze

"This is safe?" SHe asks

"....Hopefully," Addams responds. He turns to the Crew. "Relay order to entire fleet. Mass into double formation, Spearheads. Thunderbolt and all the rest of First's combat vessels first, and the rest after. When "all ready" resounds, full speed ahead"

"AYE" is the resounding answer.

As the fleet makes it's way nervously through the portal, unsure of what awaits, and expecting to come out miles and miles off shore of Poni, Aircraft prep on every available deck. They were all grounded for the move, but as soon as a few Noble's were few the quadruple catapults would begin launching AWACS craft, later followed by B-2 and Sea Avenger drones to deliver the printed message


........

The fleet passes through with no excitement. Sighs resound. No enemies in sight. AWACS crafts begin to search the area and establish a perimeter, along with attempting to determine where exactly they are. As soon as they determine that Poni is to the North-east, The Bombers and drones set out to deliver their fateful message.

[Lolder]

General Candace Taylor was sitting on her chair in bridge of the LS Guardian 2, a nuclear powered aircraft carrier with reinforcements arrayed like a spearhead around it. Her ship was at the tip of the formation, and thus was the first to detect the electrical anomalies pf the Rift. She watched as her terminal got footage captured from an overhead drone, showing how truly massive this portal was. Then the L-30 UAV, Launched from the Guardian 2's sister ship, the (not surprisingly) Guardian 1, picked up the smaller figures of the Economan fleet disappearing between the pillars.

With the tail of the EI fleets transcending into whatever lay beyond, she gave the order. "All units, prepare for Rift entry. Air assets are to land and all naval units keep formation." The ships halted their forward progress, and the aircraft screen gradually settled into their respective vessels. A chorus of "(Ship name), standing by." was heard, and she gave the final order: "All Lolderian units, enter the Rift." She and the rest of the Lolderian military were unprepared for whatever lay ahead. A few minutes after the EI fleets entered the Rift, the Lolderian fleets did likewise. As they passed through the purple field, emerging behind the Economan fleet unharmed, Candace let out a breath she hand't known she was holding, and un-clenched her white knuckles. One after another, green blips representing Lolderian units materialized in the screen above her, along with blue blips showing the positions of the allied fleet. Then two groups of green dots, the AST that had been the first in, and the air Squadron rushing towards the, which couldn't have been five minutes away, appeared. The fleet had retained its formation, and several scouting planes launched, rising from the fleet in cloud, zooming off to give the fleet its bearings. "Alright, let's help our boys." With that, the spear-shaped formation began carving through the waters to the Poni coastline, becoming aware of a strange, red haze mingling with the white snow, along with a grouping of warning messages from the deployed troops.

Immediately, each ship became a hive of activity, as every person buttoned up and prepared to face the Red Death, and broadcast from every drone, plane and ship around Poni, "the Red Snow is poison! Seek shelter!"

[Squeeheart]

Squeeheart's Capital City

As the Pegasus Enclave marched from left to right all across the village and patrolled the skies, some of them noticed a strange sort of earth pony power suit moving through the gathering center. More of them draw their attention to this strange machine as it pulls out a loudspeaker, and delivers their message.

Dr. Teapots: Attention everypony, for I am slightly drunk, but drunk with good reasons! Tonight, I plan on attacking and disorienting the Poni assault teams before they can actually launch their assault on this village, alone. The chances I make it out of there alive, are appromixately zero-point-one percent. There is a purpose though, for we have a more dire situation on our hooves.

This weather is going to have it's winds pushing these death clouds to the East and South. Although there are enemies there, if the clouds go too far they will most certainly reach neighboring nations. These nations have nothing but ponies in them, and the chances of those clouds coming in to kill them all... well I don't wish to share the percentage of that. We do have a chance to stop this though: You comrades are all pegasi; You have the ability to control those clouds! As I speak, there is a radio system nearby picking up my every word and sending it to the other villages. Squeeheart needs every available pegasus to take to the skies and push these clouds away! We must push these clouds all the way back to the West and further; To the oceans with these clouds until they dissipate!

Even with you all though and the Pegasus Enclave on our side, there is no way we will actually succeed. Therefore, I ask another thing of you: I need the most boldest and most daring of you ponies to travel straight into Poni territory, to those evil factories and try busting every pony out of there! The deaths of a few pegasus ponies from this mission will be nothing compared to what will happen if we leave our captive friends in those facilities. Pegasus ponies work best in the skies where they are free, not in filthy buildings where they are constricted! Never Abandon Friendship! Free your friends here and you can save your friends wherever!

Semper Fi, gentlecolts, for you won't be seeing me again...

The crazed pony in the awkward, heavy-looking power suit charged off to the South, and no pony decides to follow him. The Pegasus Enclave soldiers look at each other, wondering what they do about this.

[Poni]

New Nod, Poni

The trembling pony that met the Time Alliance not too long ago has finally ran off, after peeing herself. The rest of the people in New Nod are all fighting each other, not even caring about the fact there are foreigners entering their city with military weapons. The Time Alliance pretty much just sits there until from out of the winter darkness, a series of lightning bolts come down from the skies. Every still-breathing creature in New Nod looks up at the skies: It is a snowstorm; A red snowstorm.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2a30--j37Q

The sirens kicked on, and in an instant everyone is rushing into a building. It doesn't matter which building they're running too or who they're running with now. All they want is to get the bloody Hell inside! Doing exactly what the citizens and ponies are doing, the Time Alliance too rushes to these buildings with other people. The outside area is now completely glowing red. Nothing is visible anymore due to the intesity of the light. Some people are even being forced away from any visibility with the red glow to prevent seizures. Anyone who is capable of withstanding the light is ordered by each other to push as many objects as they can against the entrances.

The Time Alliance isn't in a completely bad situation though: The building they all rushed into happened to be none other than the city hall of New Nod. Here, there are people and ponies of all sorts. Military forces, policemen, any politician who was lucky enough not to be hanged, civilians, earth ponies, pegasus, unicorns. They're all here, including that gypsy lesbian!

[Economa Incorporated]

The Economatian FLeet remained by the entrance to the portal, making way for the Lolderan fleet, preferring to know exactly what they we heading into. As the bombers completed their missions, intel was gathered, transmissions intercepted, and so on. It became clear that there were several separated units fighting for the ponies, spread all over the place. It also became clear, more so with a civilian Radio message, that the citizens had no choice in the matter, nor did the government care. There was fighting in the streets in "New Nod" as per a map given by the Lolderans, the capital seeems to have been destroyed, and many troops and the Lolderan fleet were encountering a bioweapon manifesting itself as red snow. Now we go to a debate between the Generals and the Civilian Leaders...

"We cannot do this! They have no control over the government's actions!" The Chief Ambassador fervently speaks for not going through on their threats.

"But if we don't, they won't take us seriously! And what else can we do? the Capital's already gone, we don't have intel on any military leadership point, and the leader is supposedly roaming the frigging streets! No fleet has come to meet us, no ships-" Addams is interrupted by Eva.

"How about the island. The one we think that one group of PONI supporters came from. How about we glass that?"

"That's...that's an option," replies Fert, General of Second.

Alexander Kine, head of R&D speaks up next.

"What about this....Area Whiskey? We don't have much on that, just some rumors. We could investigate, or simply level it."

"SOunds like a good use for some of the Active Teams," adds the VP. "I think we should check that out."

General of Third, Laroute, places a final idea on the table.

"How about we talk to all our allies- Run kinda an overhead? We've got capable facilities on any Dreadnought, and they could send envoys. We can deliver missile, shell, and air strikes, land our few tanks where they'd help most, and pop some Active teams wherever some support is needed."

After more debate, a decision is reached. General Fert will take two Dreadnoughts, five of the supply-class ships, ten Seawolf-class subs, all four ford-class and one Noble-class carriers, four of the Phalanx-class, two of the Crusader-class, six Corvettes, and Ten zumwalts in a quest to level the Island the khontians were arriving at. The rest of the ships would deploy as needed, as intel was gathered. Three of the four Crusader-class cruisers devoted to the Active Teams headed for the shore with a heavier armed escort, to send a detachment to Whiskey, equipped with winter hazmat gear.....

[Poni]

South of Squeeheart's Capital City: The Poni Invasion Force

Dr. Teapots climbed his way down to the bottom of the mountains in his custom power armor to meet the invasion force of Poni. It is proving increasingly difficult with sudden snow storms as almost everything is replaced by a red glow. The doctor wasn't stopping now, not with what he is carrying with him...

The invasion force had finally been reached. Every last trooper in that field happened to be wearing a blue hazmat suit for identification. All ten divisions of the invasion force were well protected. The doctor couldn't believe what he was seeing. Poni is fucking serious about leveling Squeeheart, and they are determined to make sure nothing stops them. Dr. Teapots couldn't turn around now though, not with the package he had and not with the possibility Poni can launch an invasion on this very night. The drunk doctor stomped forward through the snow, and gathered everyone's attention.

Dr. Teapots: Hey you sons of fuckers! Why don't you do yourselves a favor and suck my dick! The hammered doctor stood on his hind legs and revealed to be strapped under his armor is a high-powered ticking bomb, with five minutes left to detonate. The commander stood there and raised his eyebrows, then pulled out the loudspeaker.

The Commander: Everyone! Shoot this jackass and kill him before the bomb blows!

The commander began to think about how he could have ended that sentence with a different word, but his thoughts are interrupted by laser fire and bullet fire alike. Multiple shots struck the pony, but with amazement it kept walking even with blood oozing out of the armor. That armor is unlike anything they've ever seen; In a normal situation that would have turned even the strongest nightmare into nothing but gibs! Dr. Teapots ran up to and pounced on the commander, then proceeded to headbutt him to a pulp.

Dr. Teapots: Is this a fucking challenge?! Kill me you bitches!

The rest of the army continued to fire, some even being foolish enough to try fighting it up close with melee weapons. The pony punched, kicked, and stomped everyone who got too close though. After three minutes of fighting though, and who knows how many Radian losses, Dr. Teapots finally collapsed. The troops tried to move in to detonate the bomb, but that wasn't all the tricks the earth pony had up it's sleeve before death.

The doctor's violent behavior attracted a pack of wendigos, who could smell a presence of rage unlike anything they've ever experienced. They descended upon the forces, and started eating the troops in great numbers. The soldiers opened fire with as many weapons as they could, but it is no use; Wendigos are literally spirits of the winter, and the end of much hatred. Eventually the Poni forces finally repelled these spirits in a last ditch effort of using sonar weapons. Apparently they find the sound from the weapons unpleasing and decided to leave.

The remainder of the first division stood up, bodies all surrounding them. They gathered their supplies and tried to make their way to the second division for regrouping. They were stopped in their tracks when out of the red snow popped out the bloodiest Dr. Teapots, holding down a button with his front hooves, and the bomb under him set to the very last second.

Dr. Teapots: Merry Christmas... The doctor bursts in devilish laughter as he releases his hoof from the button and finishes off the remainder of the first division.

Somewhere in Area 666

In the war room of Area 666, the Emperor meets with all of the commanders who aren't leading an invasion into the mountains.

Bloodshed: Sir, we just recieved word of the strangest activity with the invasion forces South of Squeetheart's capital: Some pony in steampunk battlegear followed by a pack of wendigos managed to wipe out an entire division!

The Emperor: FUCK! Can't those assheads accomplish anything right?! How are the rest of the divisions?

Bloodshed: Sir, the enemy threat had been removed. The pony reportedly committed suicide using a high-powered bomb stratched to... their crotch, sir. The wendigos that followed him were chased away by our sonar weapons.

The Emperor: Sonar weapons?

Bloodshed: Yes sir, those weapons you ordered to be created for easily taming the ponies also scare away the wendigos.

The Emperor: And they didn't use these on the pony WHY?

Bloodshed: It appears the pony had been wearing some type of steampunk power armor, sir. The shots just bounced off of it. In fact, it appears from this report almost everything had been blocked off by it.

The Emperor: Those ponies are getting too crafty... We must destroy them tomorrow! They only attacked with one that had been clever enough to somehow attract wendigos to it. However the other ponies won't be too competent enough to attempt that let alone risk it. That power armor though, if they can create anymore just like that steampunk technology, think of what they could do being able to block off several shots before falling... They could actually have a fighting chance with that technology! We must destroy the blueprints for it, and the village with it of course.

Bloodshed: I would also like to inform you that the weather is reporting the clouds are now moving to the East and South. Already New Nod is suffering from red snowstorms. If we're not mistaken, those clouds could actually take a week before finally dissipating and ending the red snow terror.

The Emperor: Well there is that advantage: The red snowstorms blocking off the Time Alliance, and the reinforcements from new allies coming over, and the Godfather II almost ready for usage... I say we've done quite well for this year. As much as we love Christmas though I'm afraid we can't visit our families though. Disappointing I know, but I know the second best thing we can do tomorrow: Watch the bastard ponies who wrecked this country pay with their lives, or in slavery. The Emperor raises his glass, and his commanders do the same.

Here's to the downfall of Squeeheart, and the finest hours of this Empire! Cheers.

[New Zepuha]

Above the Nation of Poni flew a wing of massive freighter's heading for the Pni landing area designated by the forces on the ground. Twilight fire was coming into view as the six freighter began circling for landing, dropping from the sky one by one to the airfield below. Their heavy engines groaned as they braked on the runway taxing to a drop off point. It would be essential to get the cavalry men off the ships and out into the open. the horses were starting to get edgy and restless, they needed a good ride around. Once the bay doors dropped the men began lcoating their steeds and mounting them to form up in an open space. "Gents, we have a duty to the king to fulfill, let's see if we can find our marshaling area!" said the Chief Dragoon seeking out a Poni military leader.

[Poni]

Area 666

Bloodshed: My Emperor, it is Christmas and Squeeheart's capital is standing.

The Emperor: It is, but not for long. Bloodshed, order all divisions and squadrons to move in now.

Bloodshed: My Emperor, I'm afraid I should refrain from doing so until New Zepuha's forces have caught up with our own. They would have been here sooner, but traveling in the darkness with glowing red snow isn't wise.

The Emperor: They still aren't there yet? Well get General Salem to escort them now while it is still day! When those Zepuha soldiers reach the rest of the divisions, the assault is to be launched ASAP!

Bloodshed: Yes, my Emperor. Any thing else I can do?

The Emperor: Hmm... get every last pony brought over to Area 666.

Bloodshed: Every last pony? Um, Emperor, I don't believe that is possible during our current situation. If we try rounding up every single pony, people are going to raise questions, and when the Squeeheart Union finds out they're going to assault our position.

The Emperor: I know what I am doing, but we need millions of these things for my plans with the Godfather II's success.

Bloodshed: Millions of ponies? Sir, just how big is this Godfather II anyways?

The Emperor: Very big my boy, plenty big. It is big enough for approximately five million ponies.

Bloodshed: Five million ponies, all within this base? What kind of machine is this anyways?

The Emperor: You're beginning to asked for classified information, commander. If I were you, I'd shut up and do my job as ordered. You better understand me clearly boy because this is the only time I'm telling you. Ask again, and you'll be joining the other ponies in my master plan.

Bloodshed: Bloodshed is frozen in place for several seconds before answering. Yes sir, I'll get right to it.

Twilight Fires, Poni

The New Zepuha forces looked around the airbase for the military leader they're suppose to meet up with. All of the Poni troops are wearing blue hazmat suits to stay alive from the red snow still coming down. A woman in a purple hazmat suit followed by others runs up to them.

General Salem: Greetings soldiers, I'm General Salem. I'm sorry we couldn't reach you sooner, but it isn't very safe to travel at night, even with all this glowing red snow. Speaking of which I hope you all brought hazmat suits or some sort of power armor, because this stuff will kill you on physical contact! I also recommend you get your horses there and send them home because unless they have sufficient protection. We've confirmed now not only does this kill any life, but the red snow is... evolving. The red snow is becoming contagious now.

Don't worry yourselves too much though, for we did bring transports! You can gather in these vehicles with our other troops and equipment. In case you're wondering, my task is to meet up with the other Poni forces who plan on launching the assault against Squeeheart's capital. I'm also ordered to bring equipment our forces will need, including hazmat suits, medical supplies, and sonar technology. According to reports, Poni's sonar tech gives off a unique signal that causes ponies to go docile. Our technology however for some reason doesn't affect any pony wearing power armor, so we'll be forced to shoot them. There are also rumors of them using some sort of heavy clockwork power armor, so shoot them first and ask questions later. Lastly, we have reports from our spy of there being at most thirty Lolder troops in the capital. We have no idea what they're doing there, but we're ordered to consider them a threat for invading Poni territory. Now let's move out allies!

[New Zepuha]

The Zepuhan troops headed the warnings of their allies and fitted their horses with thick canvas capes and gas-masks. The soldiers themselves donned gloves and heavy respirators to avoid contamination from the red snow. "No need for transport, we brought our own." one officer said patting his horse. The mechanized infantry were gathering the regiment into M113 APC vehicles with RPG skirts around them to protect from anti-tank fire. Atop them sat bubble turrets, a series of reinforced bullet proof glass encasing a man and his .50 caliber gun. The infantry in their khaki BDUs loading up into these and latched in their rifles to the sides for quick deployment. They rolled out and followed the Poni soldiers.

[Economa Incorporated]

Three Helicopter Carriers makes way towards the shore. Escorting them are two Phalanx-class, six Falchion-class Corvettes, three seawolf-class subs, a supply-class, and a whitepoint medical. On each Crusader-class carrier, most of the thirty helicopters are being prepped. Each one contains 6 Chinooks, sixteen Apaches, and eight Super stallions. Each Super Stallion carries one Squad of 13 men. Two squads work together as an Active Team. Ergo, four active teams can be deployed at once, and eight more remain on the carrier. Each Super Stallion has an escort, preferably of two Apaches, but possibly of more or less depending on the situation. The chinooks can deliver supplies or aid quite efficiently.

"Alright men!"

The silver-haired Commander paces in front of the assembled ranks of troops and aviators.

"And women. Today's run has two main parts. First off, Active teams A3, A4, A7, and A11 have been selected for this mission. Teams A3, A4, and A11 will attempt to perform an assault on what we know only as "Area Whiskey." This is an extremely high-risk mission- we have no idea what's there. You are going in blind. Therefore abort decision is in the hands of all six squad commanders. Any one of them calls it, you all break. The Super Stallions and Your escort of eight apaches and one chinook will be circling by if possible. If necessary, we also have missile launch capabilities- we can have tomahawks at your position in less than five minutes. We've got 970 tomahawks, 910 of them ready to launch in VLS cells, 60 between the subs that can be launched eight per sub at a time, and even more on the EIS Supply, for later! And that's just us, nevermind the main fleets! So don't be afraid to call in a few. Now, the other two squads, active team A7. You are to head for the pony capitol, and do your best to assist whoever might be there. Gather intel, call in strikes, tell us and the main fleet what to do. It's too far away to get any vehicles there, but we can send in more active teams, and plenty of planes and missiles. You'll get an escort of six apaches, do be used at your discretion for as long as they can before returning to fuel up. You'll also get four chinooks. They'll fly out with extra arms, RPG reloads, and a number of javelins and stingers, fuel for the apaches, aid supplies, and biohazard equipment, along with a dozen medical officers off the EIS Surgeon. They will return immediately with any human who needs medical attention, and if we can get a few pony doctors to come with we can give them whatever facilities they need. The Surgeon has been cleared of non-essential personnel, and locked down into two sections, a "clean" and "dirty" section for whatever biohazards we come across. All crew are suiting up as we speak. Oh, on the chinooks, in lieu of proper suits for ponies, we've modified body-bags into clean bags- they're kinda humiliating I'd imagine, and they're basically a large sack with a breathing apparatus but....It's the best *we* can do. Assure whoever you find there that we *can help, we just need to know how and where! Don't forget to loadout in the WInterized Biohazard armor variant- bet you're glad we finished the sealed suit so you don't have to wear those old baggy pieces of junk like all the guys on the Surgeon! Godspeed, troops!

27 Aircraft lift off each carrier. Miles inland, they split, three active teams (78 ground troops plus the dozen medical officers) and their escorts heading for the mountains, and nine (234 ground troops) with their escorts for Area Whiskey. Weapons are cleaned, checked, and loaded. Seals are all secured, on every person. Some wonder nervously what awaits them. Others sleep to the buzz of the rotors....

[Squeeheart]

The Clouds of Poni

With increasing concerns of the undeniable fact the red clouds can and will reach the other neighboring nations has Squeeheart highly on edge. This morning, every able-bodied pegasus of Squeeheart took off to the skies despite the risk of death from exposure to the red snow, and made their way up above them to fly all the way Southeast to push the clouds back. A ghastly number of pegasi died attempting to avoid the red snow, with their corpses randomly falling from the sky. All over Squeeheart, only the foal pegasi remained in the villages.

It wasn't just the ponies of Squeeheart though. The pegasi made their way from morning to noon, and upon arrival they met up with a very large and unexpected number of other pony friends. Sargeant Blitz appeared before Squeeheart with squadrons of his own fliers. Everypony with him happened to be in Arcadia City working in the factories. Their numbers were significantly larger due to the clouds moving away from their metropolis, and thus fewer deaths. It isn't known how the humans of Poni authorized their presence here though.

Sargeant Blitz: Everypony, listen to me now! I am Sargeant Blitz of the Winter Wingers, and my ragtag squadrons are here to push the clouds back to Poni! Everypony is to gather all along Poni's border, right above the Seaquestrian River. Start forming the line to the East and make your way up the river West. Don't worry about the need for reinforcements, I'll be getting more from Poplar Terra very soon!

As instructed, the pegasus ponies formed a line above the river from East to West. Sargeant Blitz meanwhile flew down to Poplar Terra. In Poplar Terra, Senator O'Reilly and his men pace around the Poni International Center, having nothing better to do while the military patrols the city. Outside, O'Reilly sees what could be the end: The red clouds are right above the city. The Red Snow isn't falling yet, but it will soon. The Senator frowns, for he knows there are pegasus ponies who are in those factories and could take to the skies before the red menace arrives. As long as the military is patrolling though, there's nothing he can do...

[Poni]

Economa Incorporated: Madison Ken's Office

During Madison Ken's daily routine, the most important leader of Economa Incorporated recieved an unexpected phone call. Apparently it is from the Poni International Center of the Radian Empire. What would the government of Poni want to negotiate at this hour though?

Mr. Ken, I know you have better things to do, but if I don't call now, I will call never. This is Senator O'Reilly, head of all activity that goes on in Poplar Terra, Poni. In a few more hours there will be some sort of bioweapon coming down on my metropolis. "Red Snow," that is what everyone is calling it. The military is performing martial law in my city and I need them removed.

Within the factories of Poplar Terra are these pegasus ponies. I don't know if you've ever heard of them, but these creatures from what I remember in children's stories can push clouds to wherever they please. There's a reason I'm mentioning them: If what I said about them controlling clouds is true, then maybe they can push that damn red snow away from Poplar Terra and keep the majority of this city alive. I've tried to speak with the military about this, but they told me to "back down." I surmise that means they would kill me if I tried anything they considered "terrorism." They're the real terrorists though, and I need help removing them. If you can get your military to bomb the Radian Empire's goons, then I can pull off a city order to release those ponies in the factories and help us.

If you do this and those pegasus ponies succeed with defeating those red clouds, then I and the rest of Poplar Terra will acknowledge their rights as people, and we will assist Squeeheart in spite of our Emperor.

I am Senator O'Reilly, and if you need to contact me, I'll keep in touch.

[Economa Incorporated]

The group of helicopters, with no resistance to speak of yet, has been following the Seaquestrian River. Once they reached the sharp turn east, they split up. The group headed for the famed tree heads north-north-east, taking the shortest route. All troops and aviators are dressed for the clouds they're entering, though the aviators are a bit worried about the equipment. The other group continues to follow the river east, towards Poplar Terra, wary of the clouds to the North and gunfire ahead.

Meanwhile, in EI, the message has been returned along the comms link to Eva. A return message is sent to the Senator, and another to the second helicopter group

Senator O'Reilly-

This is Eva Stephans, off the bridge of Economa's lead ship. We're diverting forces in the area towards your location, ETA half an hour. Wire us preliminary strike locations for military forces, and we'll begin to hit those, along with whatever else our troops need. We also need locations those you want freed ASAP.

Active Teams en route to Area Whiskey
Area Whiskey now secondary objective. Primary objective is defeating Military forces in Poplar Terra, and freeing "Pegasus" ponies to combat "Red Snow". As you're probably outmanned, utilize freeing of Local Ponies and tactical strikes. Manned and drone Air support is ETA 45 min, 15 min after your ETA. Missile ETA is Five minutes after coordinates are delivered. Target locations will be delivered ASAP. City forces and Civilians are on your side, repeat friendly. PONI military is not, repeat Enemy. Out.

Back at the main fleet, Quadruple Lanchpads on six noble-class carriers work fervently to put 20 B-2 bombers, 40 Sea Avenger Drones, and an escort of 20 F/A-33 Wolf multirole fighters, along with 5 SBEWA12 Ravorn 'Sea Harbingers' AWACS craft in the Air, which launch first and get a head start to account for their lower speeds. After about twenty minutes, the amassed cloud of AIrcraft make way at top speed towards Poplar Terra. About three quarters of the way there, the mass will pass the AWACS, but will still be close enough to use it's targeting and detection.


OOC : TO CLarify, this:
"How about we talk to all our allies- Run kinda an overhead? We've got capable facilities on any Dreadnought, and they could send envoys. We can deliver missile, shell, and air strikes, land our few tanks where they'd help most, and pop some Active teams wherever some support is needed."
Is in effect and has been offered to all the nations fighting against PONI.

[Poni]

Poni's Assault on Squeeheart

Squeeheart is quiet this Hearth's Warming, save for the Pegasus Enclave on patrol and whatever the Lolder troops are doing. Merry Yule sits in a chair in an almost human fashion, with her forelegs on the arm rests. She uses her unicorn magic to sip through the last bottle of vintage Poni wine in the council room. All around her are deceased ponies who touched the Red Snow. Merry Yule had one chance to bring the ponies to a far away place from Poni. She had one chance to decide whether to fight or to surrender. She had one chance to retreat to Maretown. Today, she has no chances left. Merry Yule will either walk outside and let the biological snowflakes kill her, or wait until Poni finally enters the capital. Above her, is the huge apple tree that never lost it's leaves or apples in the winter, until recently with all the red snow. Soon it will become ash and dust, like the rest of the village.

The New Zepuha troops finally reached their destination and continued moving with the rest of Poni's divisions. The troops had numerous guns for fighting all sorts of enemy troops and armor, but most importantly are the sonar guns and beacons. The sonar devices of Poni happen to emit a unique signature that actually causes ponies to enter a docile state, doing whatever people commanded them to do, just like voodoo zombies. These are Poni's primary means of capturing ponies, and they're taking the entire mountains by storm, starting with Squeeheart's capital.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2a30--j37Q
It's that bloody sound of Poni: The war siren. It's about time...

The as the Radian forces moved up the mountains through the passageways to Squeeheart, Poni helicopters flew over the village and opened gunfire.

Poplar Terra, Poni

Attention Economa Incorporated:

Poni military troops are all over Poplar Terra, Poni's capital in terms of foreign relations. Here, the forces have been censoring almost all reports in or out of the Radian Empire, and civilians are kept watchful eyes over. The troops here are brutal, and ordered to kill anyone even remotely acting like a terrorist: Politicians, medical doctors, babies even. Storm clouds are beginning to role over the city. No red snowflakes are falling, but according to weather reports it will become red snowstorm, just like what New Nod is experiencing.

From the center of the metropolis to the North is where all the businesses are. To the East are several homes, schools, and even a university for both Poni's students and foreigners alike. The University of Radian is notable as there are ponies from foreign nations attending here, as well as ponies who have up until now been entirely unaware there had even been racism in Poni, living in total bliss all their lives. However these imperial citizen ponies are all earth and unicorn ponies. The pegasus ponies are all in the factories to the West, where the Seaquestrian River runs up North.

Lastly to the South is a massive structure: The Poni International Center. This building serves a wide abundance of purposes, including:
*Hotels, casinos, amusement parks, an airport, docks, but most importantly meeting rooms for Poni's foreign ambassadors.*

I, Senator O'Reilly, am in the Poni International Center, and you will be using the docks to run your initial invasion. Also be sure to use the river up North for a quicker access route to those factories. Be careful though: I hear rumors the military is expecting you. I'm also hearing rumors of ponies from the University of Radian being escorted somewhere Northeast before the storm arrives.

By the way one more thing: If you try to avoid as much collateral damage to the businesses in this city, I'll see to it all supplies forwarded to you and Squeeheart are free of charge until the war is over! Don't use this as an excuse to extend the war though...

[Economa Incorporated]

Thank you for a location for our assault, but do you have any locations of just hostile troops we can hit with missile strikes? We d not have the men to stage a city invasion, but if we can take out a few centers of military activity, specific buildings or whatnot, we may buy enough of a distraction to free your pegasui. If I may make a suggestion too- if you want to minimize civilian casualties, order all citizens to cease resistance and move inside. When the troops relax a bit, we'll hit whatever building you give us with precision tomahawk strikes- no more than a one-block radius of destruction, so keep that in mind for targeting safely. As soon as those fall and the military is disorganized, we will go for the factories and free the cloudmovers. if they let the snow begin to fall and take it's toll on the troops before moving it, that may be your saving grace.

[New Zepuha]

OOC: Real quick change. I'm modifying my army a bit. So I'm exactly copying everything from the Vietnam era US Army. Ignore anything relating to british weapons. The rest is still there, like horses and red uniforms. All infantry look like.

IC: The OD green ACAV M113s lined up behind the arrowhead of 1,200 cavlary troopers. They plodded along with their horses in an arrowhead formation. They held M1A1 carbines in one hand and another on the reins. On the side of the saddle mounted two spears that were special designed for penetrating armor of vehicles. En masse they were enough to destroy light to medium tanks. This power armor they kept hearing about would be a good test for the true effectiveness of the spears. Behind them the ACAV's rear mounted M60 gunners swept the flanks scanning for targets as they travelled along behind the Poni men.

[The Pegasus Enclave]

General Howitzer stood in the FOB grimly. The reinforcements had arrived early in the morning, and Pegasi in red hazmat suits walked about the corpses affected by the snow, checking for survivors. It was a fruitless effort however, the Red Snow had done its job. What worried Howitzer, was that the promised Hellbolt Special Forces had yet to arrive. Nervously, the General watched as one of Delta Regiments Soldiers coughed into her hoof. Howitzer felt a twinge of panic, "You! Sergeant! Are you alright?"

The Sergeant, who hurriedly spun around at attention, saluted, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!"

Howitzer eyed the armored Mare, "You,.. you haven't been contaminated?"

"No Ma'am, just a cold, it is that time of year."

"Ah, yes of course Sergeant, return to your duties," Howitzer waved a dismissive hoof and the Sergeant saluted once more, before trotting off. Suddenly, there was a burst of static appeared on the FOB's radio. Deftly, Howitzer hit the receiver, "This is General Howitzer, report."

More static crackled, and a firm male voice followed, "Ma'am, this is Major Shrapnel, we have a problem."

"What's that?"

Shrapnel continued, "Scouts report enemy personnel moving into the area."

Howitzer jumped, "Oh! Oh Tartarus! Er, gather up Bravo and Charlie Regiments, begin reinforcing your route! Do you have numbers?"

"Negative."

"Hm, well, regroup and fortify position. Long live the Enclave!"

Shrapnel confirmed, "Roger that Ma'am, long live the Enclave!" The line went dead. Howitzer bit her lip and grabbed her megaphone, "Alright Comrades, listen up! All Civilian Personnel, find refuge in the nearby buildings, all Enclave Military personnel, report in." Howitzer watched as the Enclave Personnel got themselves into order.

---

New Cloudsdale
President's Office
Secret Meeting with VP Autumn Breeze

Hurricane Wind sat with his head in his hooves as his Vice President sat across from him silently. News had just reached the Enclave of the Red Snow, cleverly with held from the public. Autumn Breeze attempted to console the President, "Hurricane, it... it'll be okay!"

The President sighed, "No, Autumn it won't! It's Hearth's Warming, and we have troops out in a chemical snowstorm!"

"No, Hurricane, they're armored, the snow won't get in, they'll all be okay, we don't have any reported casulties insofar."

"Autumn, stop. I don't understand how Poni would dare do this! Chemical weapons, how dare they-"

Autumn laid a tentative hoof on his shoulder, "Hurricane, we also use WMD's you know."

He looked up, his hooves falling onto the table, "But not on Hearth's Warming!"

Autumn sighed, "Whatever the case, there isn't much we cane do."

"No. There is."

"Really? What," Autumn perred at Hurricane cautiously.

Hurricane's countenance became grim, "Retaliation."

Autumn's voice became nervous, "What, er- what did you have in mind."

Quite simply, Hurricane spoke, "The Parasprites."

[Squeeheart]

Thank you for a location for our assault, but do you have any locations of just hostile troops we can hit with missile strikes? We d not have the men to stage a city invasion, but if we can take out a few centers of military activity, specific buildings or whatnot, we may buy enough of a distraction to free your pegasui. If I may make a suggestion too- if you want to minimize civilian casualties, order all citizens to cease resistance and move inside. When the troops relax a bit, we'll hit whatever building you give us with precision tomahawk strikes- no more than a one-block radius of destruction, so keep that in mind for targeting safely. As soon as those fall and the military is disorganized, we will go for the factories and free the cloudmovers. if they let the snow begin to fall and take it's toll on the troops before moving it, that may be your saving grace.

O'Reilly: Ooh, I'm not sure where you can launch those, let me think...

I can help you with that; Give me that phone!

O'Reilly: Whoa! How did you-- The phone is taken away from the senator

Blitz: This is Sargeant Blitz of the Winter Wingers in Squeeheart. I see you boys have chosen to side with us in this war; Smart choice. Listen: Squeeheart's pegasus ponies are up in the skies all along the Seaquestrian River, and they're being assisted by ponies from Arcadia City as well.

There are Arcadia aircrafts of transports and attack helicopters heading your way from the West. It is imperative you do not attack the Arcadia squadrons! I convinced those guys to let us go freely. They agreed on the conditions we don't charge Arcadia City for any war crimes once we win.

Here's the plan: The Arcadia attack helicopters are flying far East to protect the pegasi by destroying any ground forces below. The military over at the University got word reinforcements are arriving here and are proceeding already with evacuating themselves and the ponies East. The Arcadia transports will deploy troops into the East to act like they're evacuating civilians to the University and schools.

Once the forces escort everyone to the schools, they'll move to the business districts in the center and the North, and kill any of the Emperor's troops along the way. Your forces need to bomb the courtyards to the factories, which are heavily congested with Poni tanks. The guerilla ambush Northeast from their own Radian comrades will completely catch the Empire's military entirely by surprise as they retreat to the businesses away from the factory courtyards! With all pressure against them, the military will either have to surrender at the metropolis center, or die fighting.

As for the pegasus in the factories, you'll need to kill the guards in the area. The ponies will likely panic, but with me here they'll know exactly what to do. If you see a blue pony flying about freely, that's me. Keep me alive or else this mission will fail. Everyone, move out. Senator, stay here and keep communications as open as you can.

O'Reilly: You heard the talking pony gentlemen, now get going!