Alright then, here's something strange to the MLP fanfiction archive, not a 'Human in Equestria' fic, but Martians! Oh yes. Anyway, the idea of this come from this one, if I may say so, angry review, about some person talking that this character was such a Marty Sue and that all 'HiE' fics are all the same...well, here's that something different then that whoever you might be are asking for! So why did I choose Martians then? Well I was looking for the most outlandish idea I could find for MLP and H.G. Wells' 'War of the Worlds' novel is the perfect idea for this sort of fic.

To me, the concept of a Martian Invasion of Equestria is far more terrifying that what you would get Earth. Here Ponies' best weapons are magic...this won't end up too well! All I can say is that H.G. Wells is somewhere turning in his grave that what I'm about to do, still could be worse...!

So without further ado, let's begin of this strange story...

Chapter 1

The Eve of the War

Ever since life first started, mankind has always asked one question whenever they have looked to the stars…'are we alone?' Indeed from the Earth year of 1898, mankind had always seen Mars as the best choice for finding life elsewhere in the Solar System. Of course now we know that Mars doesn't have life, though there are signs that life may of existed on the Red Planet many years ago. So what happened to life on Mars? Few scientists may have ideas what might have happened, though the truth of what happened is so strange that it would better if it were done in a fanfiction…hang on a minute…

In the Earth year of 1898, Mars' food and water supplies were getting smaller as time goes on. The temperature also was decreasing annually as was the population. The citizens of a now United Kingdom of Mars were getting desperate for survival. Something had to be done to save them all.

Stamping it's way across the Martian desert; a 50 ft tripod (this type be the taxi machines of Mars) was heading its way towards the capital city of Mars on route for an important talk with the Martian king. On board this machine were two of the King's best spies, Abaztard and Torno. That's right, that's their names right there. No human on Earth could get names such as these innuendo type names, but this is Mars of course so who gives a shit about that?

Now what are Martians anyway? Well, they are huge rounded 10 ft bulked brown leather like creatures with many tentacles on the bottom, a grey bird like beak that can flex to suit a rarity of expressions and two large black eyes the size of a adult human's head. Hold on where were we again? Oh yeah, the spies.

Abaztard and Torno were, as mentioned above, the King's two best spies. However since the king had taken all of Mars for himself, the spies had fallen out of use, though for the first time in ages the King had at long last had a task for them.

"What could the king want with us?" Asked Torno to the unofficial leader of the duo.

"How the hell should I know?" Abaztard snapped at him, he wasn't happy that he had been called away to see the king after he was about to enjoy to himself reading his X-rated magazines of slutty Elf girls from the moon of Titan. As his name might have suggested, he was a bastard.

Torno sighed in his seat as he started to look out of the window seeing the city gates getting closer and closer. Torno had always been the unlucky one of the two, being always bossed around the Abaztard and having his eyebrows sown together to help the king make out which one was which. He had also been unlucky with love…well, with a name like his that could've meant 'Porno'; don't expect him to have a quick one night stand with any Martian girl.

"Alright you two!" Came the voice of the driver, "We'll be there in about 5 minutes, I'd get yourself ready if I were you, the king ain't renowned for patience."

The duo groaned at the thought of the king. Yes they were loyal to him and all, it was just that he had the temper tantrums of a five-year-old kid, still could be worse somehow.

Once the machine had entered the city, it went straight onwards to the place. As the ruler of the planet, the King had gone to town with making it the most amazing looking place in the galaxy. The castle had countless turrets and a huge three miles long front porch way to the castle, it would hellish to walk it so all Martians chose to travel by machines to get there. Approaching the front gates, a huge statue of the king holding his staff was there in a rather cliché but nevertheless powerful pose. Finally the huge gates, big enough to let the machine to walk through, opened up as the two spies got off their chairs and headed straight to the doorway.

The giant machine finally stopped near a walkway that could join on to machines allow for Martians to come on and off. After being cooked up in that craft, the two spies were more than happy to get out and get this meeting with the king done and dusted. As the duo shuffled their way (Martians don't walk like humans, but shuffle along) down the walk way to the briefing room, they couldn't help feel a bit nervous to see him after all this time, not to mention that they had idea what they were getting themselves in for. Finally, after getting lost in the endless rows of corridors in embarrassment, they finally found the briefing room, which they stopped briefly to look at each other.

"Ready?" Abaztard asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Torno replied meekly. Finally the opened the doors to a darkened room with the many figures in the room. At the far end of the long table, a larger Martian with a cape and crown was waiting for them. King Abanazer of Mars (which his name sounds like 'a banana', and yes, get ready for a long running joke in this story.)

"Where have you been!" The King roared angrily at his spies.

The two spies bowed quickly, shaken at their Lord's anger. "Please, it was those darn roadwork's just ten miles from the city that kept us back," Abaztard explained quickly, too scared to face the King in the eyes.

Abanazer rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh those workers," He said to himself, "I don't care if they go on strike for a pay cut, should be killed the lot of them."

Some of the generals in the room looked to each other worriedly at the King's plans for the workers. "My lord," a general near him asked, "Do you think—"

"ARE YOU JUDGING MY CONFIDENCE?" He roared at the general, which he and many others jumped back in fright, thankfully none of them shit themselves a few ton of bricks.

A long silence followed. The general looked too scared to reply to the tyrant leader, which the King put on a smug smile at his control of the situation. He turned to look at his two spies. "Please, have a seat and we'll begin," He said calmly now.

Without any more to say, Abaztard and Torno sat on the two empty seats near them. Once they were seated, the King cleared his throat and started up a green hologram of the inner planets of the solar system. "Now then, good day my comrades. As you know, the situation on Mars is getting worse and worse, and if we don't act now, I fear we may now see us all dead within a few years from now."

All the other Martians there murmured in agreement to the King. "But my dear friends, I'm please to announce that I, personally if I may add, have thought about a new way to save the population. Alas, it will be sad to do so for us…we are leaving Mars and shall take over Earth, our young sunward neighbor."

At once all the spies and many generals spoke loudly to each other at the thought of an invasion of Earth. "Silence!" The king snapped which all Martians went silent immediately. "Earth, as some of you know, is full of life and supplies are nearly endless. The environment and warmer temperature will seem uncomfortable at first, but not deadly. However, there is always a catch with any good plan, and this one has it's own."

He paused as the hologram chart closed in on both Mars and Earth. "The problem is of course the humans, they have developed in such a short space of time great intelligence becoming the dominant creature on the planet, yet their society is structured around conquest and conflict, a rapid offensive on Earth to wipe them out should prevent any other major enemy on that planet. Then the hologram machine switch off and the lights in the room came back to life.

The Martians sitting around the table talked loud once again to each other about the idea, but then the positives became replace by the cons of the idea of a quick invasion of Earth. Then a general banged his thick tentacle on the table for attention, which all turned eyes to him.

"The idea is a risky one but one that must be done to save the population," he spoke out to the King. "Though you must know that the orbital patterns of the two worlds are far out of reach at this time, we won't be able to get the army ready for battle, and by the time the orbits are in line, what might have happened to the Martian race then?"

His words met with a roar of approval for all those around the table, all except for the king of course. This time, he banged his golden staff on the table for attention. "I'm glad you asked that question. The good news is that we won't need a space flight to get to Earth.

Silence now fell around the table, all-looking to one another. "The good news is…" Abanazer continued. "A small group of my scientists have devolved a revolutionary new way to cross space in a matter of minutes."

"What'd you saying, sir?" Asked Torno. Just as he said that, another hologram image came up of what seemed to be a portal of some sort.

"I'm saying that these geniuses might have saved the Martian race. A giant portal that will send our pods on the way to Earth so quickly that the humans will be caught completely of guard allowing for a quick elimination of humans!"

Cheers followed suit of this new idea for travel, all but one Martian near the two spies. "Just a minute!" He stood up causing the celebrations to stop. "How'd we know this…this…thing will really work? Have you even consider the con—"

"Are trying to say my plan is stupid?" The King yelled at the troop.

"Well if it's about the King then he ain't far away," Abaztard muttered to himself jokingly.

Before the Martian could say anything else, he lowered his head in shame and sat back on his chair, it was almost illegal to speak out against the King, such was the prick of a king that he was.

"Very good," Abanazer said rubbing his two 'hand' like tentacles together for thinking how genesis his plan was. He then turned to look at his two spies. "Abaztard and Torno."

"Sir!" The two of them said at the same time by standing up and saluting.

"For your task in this invasion," Abanazer began, "You shall head down, with a ground of fellow troops, in the first pod to Earth where you shall make clear a landing site for the others to follow behind and to study upon human activity. Got that?"

"Yes sir!" The two replied again, and where just about to sit down when the King suddenly spoke again.

"BUT!" He snapped again, "If you fail for any reason at all…I shall have you two killed and have your body parts sent into the vacuum of space…Remember that!"

"Sir yes, sir!" They said again saluting and sitting down again.

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In the weeks that followed, many trials were staged for each Martian in their part of the invasion was carried out. The Martians had not seen a major conflict in over five thousand years, but modifications to their current technologies took place, the main one being the re-design of the three legged giant fighting machine that would used majorly for the invasion. The machine itself stood proudly at nearly one hundred feet, covered in metallic silver type amour, claw like feet to help with difficult ground underfoot, huge green like eyes that would help for the Martian pilots as night vision. But the main tool of this monster of a machine was a heat ray on the front that would fire a long line of fire at enemies.

Another machine was a smaller six-legged machine that was more of a ground hugging design. Like the fighting machine, it was made from the same mold with it having similar features such as the green eyes and silver skin. The only differences this time was it being six-legged of course and having claws to pick up humans and finally a giant basket like hole on top where the humans would be placed inside. The Martians then would study them upon to see what uses humans could be used for, such as slaves. This machine was known as the handling machine.

Finally the first of the launches was ready. Unlike being fired upwards to the heavens, the pods could be fired vertically to the portal on a rolling piece of track. The idea would be that once they went through the portal, they would then end up just above the Earth's atmosphere, from here they would begin their descent through the atmosphere. After the pod would land on the surface, the backend of the pod would unscrew slowly, this allowing for the planet's oxygen to enter the craft safely. While this would be going on, the Martians onboard would start assembling the Fighting machines that were stored in the hold for the trip.

Afterwards, they would begin their mission of taking control of Earth and wiping out the humans. Of course this is just words, fuck knows if half of this would even work!

Finally the big day came, and the two spies would meet up with their fellow comrades for the trip. The thing is that they hadn't even met the unlucky few that would be joining them. Still, this is the King's own idea so no point asking questions there about it.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Torno said to Abaztard as they made their way down the corridor to the Giant craft that would take them to Earth.

"You think?" Abaztard replied raising an eyebrow, "It's Mr. Banana's idea for this sort of thing to take place."

"Not talking about that," Torno corrected, "I'm talking about the bunch going with us to Earth, what'd they gonna be like?"

Abaztard sighed as they entered the elevator to take them to the top of the craft where they would enter. "Don't know, Torno…My guess is that the King wanted the worse bunch of Martians thrown in with us so they could get killed first."

"What about us?"

"Just keep it calm."

They finally reached the top of the craft, where they could see their comrades for the first time. Just as Abaztard thought, they were the bunch that should be killed off first. The motley group of Martians stared at the two Martians spies.

"Hey up," said a tall thin one, "Aren't you those spies?"

"Who'd you think we were, Abanazer's little bitches," Abaztard asked.

"I would have thought myself!" Joked a Martian with red raw eyes, like he had had a terrible night.

The Martians had a chuckle to themselves, before a voice on a PA speaker spoke up.

"Would you please make your way to your craft, the trip will start in ten minutes."

The Martians then climbed down the hatch, not knowing what they were getting themselves into. Unknown to them and the other Martians that would follow suit, they would end up in a most unusual if not crazy journey through that portal…No we ain't talking about that bloody game!

So that's that for now. I was going to make this longer, but I kinda lost moral to finish it, still, helpful reviews are welcome which will see our Martian friends head into the unknown. On another note, this will be going up on FIMFiction and this site will be the testing ground before I put it up there, let's hope this'll turn out alright.