Well here we are then, the last chapter of the story! Or is it? Well I won't say much, but here we have a chapter that I've being looking forward to. Now this one is a bit more darker than I planned, but hey, it is quite hard to be funny around an alien invasion set in 1898. Ah well, I'll shut up and let you read...Here we go!

Chapter 14

Thunder Child

Much like some drunken sports fans that were celebrating like their team had won a major trophy, most of the Martians jumped out of their machines and started plundering the city. It must be pointed out that despite what many would think that this was like hooligan behavior, it was just who the Martians were…a war bred race. Despite all of them celebrating such as hanging from the tops of buildings waving the flag of Mars or some pulling down statues of the princesses and wrecking them, two Martians weren't all that happy with things.

The two Martians in question were in fact both Abaztard and Torno, which they both were worried about the condition of their former captain, Wacko. The two spies quickly raced over to the fallen metal giant that was Wacko's Fighting Machine. Oddly, it seemed that no other Martian even battered an eyelash to be concerned about Wacko's welfare, isn't there anything else that wouldn't make you hate them so much that you want to smash their faces open with a fucking sledgehammer? Ok, maybe just the author of their story of course.

Anyway, as said before, the two of them quickly raced over and climbed in through a large hole in the front that had been blown off due to Wacko's fucked up misfire. As they peered inside, they saw that Wacko's co-pilot had been flung to the back of the cockpit and was lying in a large puddle of his own green blood. But much to that corpse's dismay, it wasn't the main center of attention for our favorite Martian spies. Over to the other side of the cockpit, slumped over the controls, was Wacko's lifeless body, covered in cuts and bruises and bleeding out green blood.

Quickly they pulled up Wacko, his face looking like it had been slammed into a brick wall at a thousand miles per hour, in this case, his beak had been broken off.

"Wacko!" Torno cried as he tried shaking the lifeless Martian. "Are you alright?" Then he turned to look at Abaztard. "Is..?"

Abaztard just stared in total shock, not that Wacko seemed to be dead, but at Torno's stupid wording. He could only cringe and groan in embarrassment, he was only glad that there was nobody else looking at them.

"What is it?" Torno asked his fellow spy.

Abaztard looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, until he breathed in and let out a long sigh to calm himself down before replying to Torno. "Yes, Torno dear friend…he has passed on. This person is no more. He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet his maker. He's a stiff, void of life, he rests in peace, and if he didn't shoot himself by mistake he'd be pushing up red weed! His metabolic processes are now history! He's off the twig! He's kicked the bucket! He shuffled off this mortal coil! Run off from this world and into the next to join the freakin' invisible choir! THIS...IS…AN EX-PERSON!"

He looked so dangerous with his teeth bearing and his eyes looking completely bloodshot more or less that Torno was silenced from the other spy's rant. "Oh…so you get it too? You now know that he's dead?"

And from that point onwards, all hell broke out in that broken Fighting Machine cockpit. Without even thinking about the dead, Abaztard lunged forward and started to beat up Torno to death. Tentacles were flaring like a shaking pair of dreadlocks at one another, all of this itself was causing the hood of the machine to shake from side to side.

Nearby on the ground, two Martians had just finished looting a nearby jewelry shop and seemed to be completely encrusted in the golden jewelry; one of them even had a gold tooth from their little endeavor. Like a bunch of rookie gangsters, they went along in a droopy manner, funnily enough, neither of them could speak gangster. As they went along the street, they could see the hood of Wacko's Fighting Machine shaking from side to side.

"Hey, look at that," said the Martian with the golden tooth, pointing over at the scene before them.

"They look pretty much getting it on don't you think, eh?" Added the other Martian.

The other Martian tilted his head to the side as he began to think about who it might be that was in there. "Say, any idea who it is in there?"

"Don't ask me," Chuckled the other. "If you ask me, I think it's those two spies getting it on."

"Huh? How'd you mean?" Asked the Martian with the golden tooth looking at him.

"Well remember that rumor back on Mars that the two of them always worked with each other?" Explained the other Martian. "Well some say that there was some sexual tension between them…and it looks like they are finally happy with each other."

He looked on with a goofy smile on his beak while the golden tooth Martian looked at him in disgust. "That is some of them most stupidest shit I've ever heard! Just because they work with each other after all this time doesn't mean that they're going to fuck in a destroyed Fighting Machine you know?"

The other Martian's eyes shifted awkwardly from side-to-side. "Well…it's just an idea what could be going on in there…"

The golden tooth Martian (that rolls of the tongue don't it?) thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Nah…probably some other gay poofs who are having a quick shag session, can't really blame them that we seemed to have done a successful invasion of this planet and that they want to let it all out after all the hard work."

And with a quick agreement with that Martian, the two looters headed off down the street to rob another shop nearby. For now, this is where we leave our two spies until next time…hopefully. By now, it seemed that every house and shop in Canterlot had been plundered and it was all chaos. Such was the chaos that it would make even Discord blush.

Then again now coming to think about it, where was the god of chaos in all of this…?

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All the way from Canterlot and the surrounding locations, huge lines of ponies could be seen for as far as the eye could see, with many of them carrying any valuables with them. And of course within one of those lines, were the holders of harmony, or in this case, the defeated holders of harmony.

Never before had moral been this low for any pony, and to show how low things were, Twilight and her friends had chucked their element gear over into a field nearby along the route they were following along with the other ponies. That sight of the abandoned elements of harmony really said it all of how they were feeling. Oddly, nopony ever thought about snatching up those elements and keeping them for themselves. And if the internet exists out in Equestria (well you never know!) then they would certainly had made quite a fair profit for the seller…then again, that's only the author's thoughts.

And so the ponies rambled on to the east coast, with at times some of them taking a glance back to see if the Martians were following them, though if they could have eagle eyes they could've seen the Martians standing on the battlements taunting the retreating ponies the words of 'easy!' over and over again.

They seemed to lose time how long it was taking them to get to Filly Delphia, but by the time they could make out the tall buildings in the distance, it was getting near late afternoon, but without Celestia being able to bring the sun down due to her being…well…somewhat out of action, the day now seemed to get more fucked up by the second.

Riding on Twilight's back, Spike looked back towards the now fallen city of Canterlot, never in all his dreams did he think this shit would happen, then again as the old saying goes, shit does happen. He then looked to see Rarity, her face completely filled with grief, it seemed to dawn on him that she was worried about Sweetie Belle, they hadn't seen her since the Martians attacked Canterlot.

"Rarity…" he said gently to her. "Please, don't feel like that—"

"And why!?" Rarity snapped at the little dragon. "The princesses have been captured, Canterlot's fallen and…Sweetie Belle…" Her blue eyes went soft with hurt as she lowered her head, only confirming Spike's thoughts that she was anxious about her sister's whereabouts.

Spike sighed and leaned over and lifted up her head with his claws so that her eyes were level with his. "Listen, I know things have gone to the wall and that we're over the hill, but there is always hope…somehow." He muttered that last word under his breath.

The mare of his dreams remained silent as Spike pulled his claws away from her. All she could do was give a reluctant nod as they carried on walking. It was then she began to think about when the Martian's first landed on the outskirts of the Everfree Forrest that throughout this time, the little dragon had done his part to comfort her, and, it seemed early to think and right in the wrong place to even consider it, was when she started to have some feelings for the dragon. True Spike had confessed to her after his birthday rampage (you'll know what I'm on about) and that she was well aware about how he felt for her, but it seemed now that Spike had rubbed off on her after all this time he was with her. Before the shippers could squeal out in triumph, Rarity shook the thought out of her mind, just in case this story about Martians turned into a badly written love story…Seriously though, back with the story.

As they carried on, a sudden sonic boom was heard; another Martian craft was about to make a landing on Equestria. Strangely, not one pony there (apart from young foals looking up in fascination) even bothered to look up, they had all gotten used to the sight of Martian cylinders raining down from the sky, it was like they were willing to let the Martians take over the world.

Finally, Twilight and her friends arrived into the city of Filly Delphia. All around the bay, there were ships of all shapes and sizes filled to the brim with ponies, all getting any type of boat out of Equestria. As they approached closer to the bay, a vast crowd of ponies were swarming onto any boats they could get on with all of them paying for whatever the captain of any ship were wanting from them. Mind you, with an Alien invasion taking place and everpony doing all they can to escape, the crews of many ships were probably having a field day on this and making a profit.

Despite many of the boats filling up with much passengers as they could, the amount of boats in that bay became less and less, now there were only two, a large passenger steam ship and an ironclad war ship on the far side of the bay, oddly, nopony seemed to be heading for that one.

"This ain't pretty," Applejack commented quietly to herself as they could only watch helplessly as the giant passenger ship filled up with ponies.

"I don't want to be here…" Fluttershy added with worry in her tone. Even though they were getting close to the gangplank, the pony taking the fares beside looked up at how many were onboard. He shook his head and on his face, his expression read 'that's enough'.

A vast crowd tried pushing forward, but it was no good, the group of seven friends with the countless thousands looked up enviously at those already on board, but Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash then saw up on board with those lucky ones none other than Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. At once seeing them, the CMC rushed forward to the gangplank, but at that moment, it was raised and they caught a last glimpse of their despairing faces as the elements (of former how you look at it) of harmony were swept away.

Many Pegasus' in that crowd suddenly start flying up towards the ship, desperately trying to get on, only to be pushed back by some bastard members of that ship crew, telling them to 'fuck off' politely.

UUUUULLLLAAAAAAAAAAA!

When that thunderous cry was heard, anypony no matter what they were doing stopped dead. Looking ahead of them, the steamer was heading out of the bay and into open water, but coming out from behind a large cliff face, came the unmistakable shape of a Fighting Machine…walking through water. Another came and another came, the three striding over to the mouth of the bay and blocking the entrance of the packed ship. At once many on board started panicking and started jumping of the ship and swimming back to shore. In all the confusion, not one noticed the Ironclad ship nearby slowly moving away from its position.

"Look!" Cried Rainbow Dash pointing over to the war ship. Slowly, everpony looked over and saw the ship, on it's front bow, it's name was 'S.S Thunder Child'. Slowly it moved passed the passenger ship, then with a roar of it's engine coal fired engine, it went charging with full speed towards the unsuspecting Martians.

When they did see the Thunder Child, one of the Martians stepped forward and eyed at the odd looking machine. As there is no water on Mars, well there was but no more, ships were unlike anything the Martians had come across and could only look down at the ship like some strange animal.

Then at the front of the Thunder Child, a giant catapult holding a flaming boulder was fired at the tripod that had stepped forward. The boulder collided with the hood of that machine; the impact caused a massive explosion which sent the once great metal titan to come crashing down in the bay in pieces.

Suddenly, everypony watching the fight from either the shore or on the ship started cheering, as the other two Martian tripods started moving back further out into Open Ocean. The Thunder Child was given the passenger ship the time to escape.

"One's down!" Pinkie Pie cheered bouncing up and down gleefully.

Then as both the Martians and the Thunder Child were out of the bay, one of the tripods fired black smoke at the ship, sticking to the front like tar. But despite this, the ship sped on, this time, cutting down one of the tripod figures as it rammed into one of its legs. The Martian inside the hood of the machine hadn't known what hit him, literally!

The tripod crashed down into sea, causing a great splash, and more cheering from the crowd followed.

"Two!" Spike yelled out, by now, they seemed to think that finally goodwill was on their side. Alas, shit happens.

At last, the other Martian in the last standing Fighting Machine, who now wasn't stupid and seemed to understand what was going on, fired his heat ray at the Thunder Child on the front bow. Even though it was about to be destroyed, the crew of the Thunder Child bravely charged towards the last standing tripod to finish it off.

The cheering stopped and shocked looks on the faces of many ponies replaced the smiles from earlier. The Thunder Child managed to guide itself just under the tripod, then, a massive explosion from the ruptured engine of the Thunder Child followed with a blinding flash of white light, making all the ponies on the shore to shield their eyes.

The blinding glow of light seemed to last for about thirty seconds, but grew fainter slowly. One by one, they opened their eyes and look out to sea what had happened.

The tripod was no longer there, but the sinking wreck of the Thunder Child could be seen going under the waves. Many ponies lowered their heads in an act of respect for the brave crew. But then they could see just near the horizon, the passenger ship of countless ponies was safe. But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, taken with it that tripod and Ponykind's last hope of victory. Later on that day, the sky was filled with green flashes of light; cylinder following cylinder, and no one and nothing was able to fight it.

Against all the odds, Equestria belonged…to the Martians.

To Be Continued...Sometime

Oh Crap! An ending with the bad guy winning! Well not quite. Much like how H.G. Wells had War of the Worlds split into two books, I'll be doing the same with the Martians. Next time, we should see more stuff around the Martians and Ponies and not much action with the tripods and such. Right now though, I'm going to to take a break and work on Farachan. But if popular demand wants the sequel soon, I'll be happy to do so.

Anyway, I'm off to have a long nap. See you next time.