Author's Note:

Ps before you start reading dorid are all most non-existent in equestria due to them reallying on magic for simple and hard task. Also this chapter is very long for one reason am doing planet battle.

Languages used in this chapter

German

Polish

"Ma'am, could you please hand over the baby?" the tan-armored being requested. I barely had time to process the situation before I realized they were asking for the little filly in my arms.

I scanned my surroundings, noticing more of these beings clad in tan armor, all dutifully following the commands of a towering bat pony. A moment of hesitation seized me, but I held rain closer, while I handed filly over to the one designated as B1A2 0129. My mind was in a haze, grappling with the reality that I was on the brink of losing not just my life, but losing rain.

"Back off, now!" Grim's voice echoed with a fierce anger, seemingly unconcerned about the potential fallout of his boldness.

Grim swiftly snatched the filly from the tan-armored being and began cradling her, his eyes never leaving the retreating figure. The filly's cries filled the air, and my sister tried to soothe her, but her attempts were in vain.

Maple approached me and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, the chaos finally breaking me down to the point where tears were my only response. I held Rain tighter, my sobs echoing in the silence. The sound of heavy footsteps drew nearer. I looked up to find the tall bat pony approaching. His presence was intimidating, yet oddly calming.

"A lady of your stature shouldn't be shedding tears, especially in such perilous times," he said, his tone unexpectedly soft.

His words, though surprising, offered a sliver of solace. I wiped away my tears, clutching Rain even closer. The bat pony's stern gaze softened, and for a fleeting moment, amidst the turmoil and fear, I felt a spark of hope. His words echoed in my mind, a beacon of comfort in the chaos. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was to come.

The tall bat pony continued to approach, his gaze fixed on my sister and the filly in her arms. With a surprising gentleness, he took the filly from her, cradling her in his strong arms. Almost instantly, the filly calmed down, her cries replaced with soft giggles. The sight was strangely heartwarming amidst the chaos.

The bat pony looked down at the filly, a soft smile playing on his lips. "My mother used to tell me," he began, his voice a soothing rumble, "that holding a baby in one's arms is a sight to behold."

His words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the simple joys amidst the turmoil. The bat pony's gaze softened as he looked at the filly, a moment of peace in the midst of chaos. It was a sight that, despite the circumstances, brought a small measure of peace to us all.

However, this moment of tranquility was abruptly shattered when a brown-armored being rushed towards us, two more of his kind trailing behind him.

"Sir, WI-FI CT reporting. The enemy is advancing in our direction in large numbers," they reported, their voice muffled as if they were speaking through a muzzle.

I watched as the tall bat pony's once gentle expression hardened into a stern mask. He handed the filly back to my sister, his gaze lingering on the little one for a moment before he turned to face the brown-armored being. The height difference between them was striking. I, standing at a modest five feet seven inches, felt dwarfed in their presence. The bat pony towered over me, standing at an imposing eight feet three inches - a true giant among us.

"What's the status of the fleet, and how many fighters managed to break through their blockade of the planet?" he asked, his voice carrying an authority that could make even Baron Revan bow in respect.

"The situation is unclear, sir. I've been having trouble with communications since the planetary drop happened before your arrival to the battlefield," WI-FI responded, holding out his wrist communication device.

The bat pony nodded, his gaze focused on the device. His brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the flickering screen, his fingers deftly navigating the controls. The rest of us could only watch in silence, the tension in the air palpable.

"Prepare the troops for an imminent attack," he finally ordered, his voice echoing in the stillness. "We need to hold them off as long as we can."

WI-FI saluted, turning on his heel to relay the orders. The bat pony watched him go, his gaze distant. He then turned back to us, his expression softening slightly.

"Stay safe," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. With a final nod, he turned and strode away, leaving us in the relative safety as he went to face the oncoming storm. In the midst of the chaos, only one thought came to mind.

"Stay safe, bat pony from beyond Notrcal!" I shouted, hoping to convey my well wishes. However, my words seemed to have the opposite effect.

The tall figure in front of us halted and spun around, his eyes flashing with indignation.

"I am not a bat pony, I am a Nal Thestral!" he retorted, his voice echoing with a mix of anger and pride. He then turned back around, storming off. As he moved away, I caught sight of his ash-colored mane and the stark white of his coat.

Despite the tension, I couldn't help but smile at the exchange. It was a brief moment of levity amidst the turmoil. However, my amusement was short-lived as I was suddenly hoisted to my feet. I hadn't even realized I had fallen to the ground amidst the chaos.

As I dusted myself off, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Even in the midst of a battlefield, there was room for a little silliness. I watched as the bat pony, or rather, the Nal Thestral, disappeared into the distance, his figure growing smaller against the backdrop of the impending battle. I held Rain closer, whispering words of comfort to her. Despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, I knew we had to remain strong. For my Rain, for the people and for the hope of a better tomorrow.

Else where above the battlefield

As the relentless fight rages on the ground, the battle for air supremacy has only just begun. The sky, once a serene canvas of blue, is now a chaotic battlefield. star Fighter, like metallic birds of prey, streak across the sky, leaving trails of smoke in their wake. The deafening roar of engines and the piercing whine of missiles fill the air. The ground below trembles with the impact of each explosion. The pilots, encased in their steel birds, engage in a deadly dance of dogfights and aerial maneuvers. Their mission is clear - to dominate the skies and turn the tide of the war. The battle is fierce, the stakes are high, and the fight for air supremacy is far from over.

One hour before storm beast attack

The Wonder Bolt, Equestria's finest naval unit, was founded by the legendary hero, General Firefly. Today, one of their squadrons had been performing aerial acrobatics, their QE-12 fighters dancing gracefully in the sky. Their performance was abruptly interrupted when a unknown fighter shot down one of their own, causing the squadron to break formation. As the fallen QE-12 plummeted towards the ground, the remaining pilots disengaged the safety on their main weapons and retaliated, opening fire on the lone Storm Beast fighter.

The enemy fighter fled towards a massive cloud bank, a tactical move to lose its pursuers. Only two QE-12s, piloted by Soren and Spitfire, dared to follow it into the cloud, while the remaining ten veered around, wary of being caught off guard.

Inside the cloud, visibility dropped drastically. Soren and Spitfire could barely see five meters ahead, their vision obscured by the dense cloud cover.

"Soren, are you experiencing the same visibility issues?" Spitfire asked over the radio, wondering if the problem was with his goggles.

A moment of static-filled silence passed before the radio crackled back to life.

"Spitfire, I'm having the same issue. This cloud isn't normal. I'm trying to gain altitude," Soren responded, adjusting his throttle to gain some elevation.

A sigh echoed over the radio, followed by Spitfire's voice. "Alright, Soren... Wait, I see the unknown fighter. It's about to exit the cloud. Brace yourself."

As Spitfire's warning echoed in his ears, Soren readjusted his goggles quickly and put them on, preparing for the imminent confrontation. The cloud was a strategic disadvantage, but they were seasoned pilots. They would face this challenge head-on, just as they had faced countless others. The battle for air supremacy was far from over, and they would fight with everything they had.

As they both exited the cloud, instead of seeing the unknown fighter, they were only accompanied by two other members of their squadron.

"Blitz, Pearlwing, you're in front of us. Speak," Spitfire said snappily as she and Soren approached.

There was no response for a bit until a moment later. The radio started crackling before returning to normal.

"Yeah, that's Blitz. Still hasn't fixed his comms even before a show," Soren spoke as he began to circle around Blitz and presumably Pearlwing's fighter.

As Spitfire soon approached Pearlwing's fighter, she heard a screaming noise and began looking around quickly, trying to see where it was coming from, but it was too late. Pearlwing's fighter exploded, consuming them as the unknown fighter came from below them from a cloud mass that wasn't there a moment ago.

In that moment, it seemed as if time was moving at a snail's pace. But it quickly caught up with two shots hitting Pearlwing's fighter. They sustained some damage, nothing too bad, and realized what had happened. Again, the four split in order to avoid getting hit.

Pearlwing's fate was sealed when a second round of fire hit their fighter, but it came from the other direction. This time they were not so lucky. Their QE-12 went up in a blaze, with the pilot ejecting from the cockpit just to be gunned down. When it happened, there was only Blitz hearing their screams of fear. He turned his QE-12 to face five more unknown fighters and then pushed forward, sending the vital power to his fighter's nozzles.

"Blitz, what are you doing? This is not a time for revenge," Spitfire barked over the radio comms as she and Soren turned their QE-12 fighters around to give support to their comrade.

The air was filled with the deafening roar of engines and the sound of light laser cannons firing off from Blitz's QE-12 in rapid succession. This could be seen as a futile move on their end, but Soren and Spitfire knew how Blitz fought. The now designated hostile force moved out of the way from his sporadic shooting, but Blitz himself was still heading towards one, halting his fire. They did a loop, having the enemy's much faster fighter pass right behind them. Repositioning themselves, they pursued them, not letting them rest, but he continued to fire upon them, not once did they stop firing.

"Keine Gnade für dich," was said over the radios. This was the first time during the air battle that Spitfire and Soren had heard Blitz speak with no crackling coming over the radio comms.

In the next moment, the hostile fighter was hit by seven direct hits to the left wing and to the body as it exploded, with Blitz flying right through it. Not stopping, Blitz regrouped with Spitfire as she was trying to outrun the hostile fighter with little luck, but it was soon hit by crossfire that came from Soren as they flew right past them.

Blitz passed Spitfire and went into a dive as more hostile fighters came out of nowhere. Spitfire and Soren saw this and were angered at what Blitz was doing, leaving them to fight for themselves. But they couldn't do anything but try to dodge and return fire.

As minutes passed, more and more hostile fighters arrived in their area. Their dodging was becoming the only thing keeping them alive. They only prayed to the two sisters to let them have their final moments known as their finest.

But Spitfire had a different plan. She couldn't allow someone inexperienced to take over as the captain of the Wonder Bolts. She turned her fighter to the left hard, bringing one of the hostiles into her sight picture. Then, opening fire, three hits before it exploded. Then, making a break for it, she took a dive down with Soren right behind her, also taking two hostiles down with one flying right into the other.

"Soren, leave and get in contact with the admiral. And if you find Blitz, shoot to injure. He will face trial for bucking abandonment of their unit," Spitfire said over the radio comms as they returned to the fight.

Soren was in a dilemma but understood that if he died, the fleet would be unaware of what had happened. This made these new orders top priority over all other things, but leaving his captain and close friend, he couldn't bring himself to do so. But about to speak, he made up his mind.

"Captain, don't die on me before I get back. Over and out," Soren said before racing off, pushing his star to its limit as it sped off out of orbit.

Spitfire, the seasoned pilot of the Wonder Bolt, Equestria's finest naval unit, knew that her comrade Soren expected her to survive. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against her, she had to at least try. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself amidst the chaos. As she exhaled, she reopened her eyes, her gaze hardened with determination, ready to face the storm of battle.

She was in the cockpit of her QE-12 fighter, a machine she knew as well as she knew herself. Every gauge, every control, every warning light was familiar to her. She knew how to push it to its limits, and how to coax it back from the brink of failure. She was a seasoned pilot, a veteran of countless battles. Her hands moved with practiced ease over the controls, adjusting the throttle, tweaking the rudder, keeping her fighter steady despite the damage it had sustained.

The sky around her was a whirlwind of chaos, filled with the roar of engines, the whine of missiles, and the crackle of laser fire. But in the cockpit of her QE-12, Spitfire was calm, focused. She was in her element, a warrior in the sky, fighting for her comrades, for Equestria, for survival.

Executing a series of barrel rolls, she evaded the barrage of enemy fire aimed at her position. Each roll was a calculated move, a dance of death in the sky. She was getting closer and closer to an enemy fighter, with only a few meters of space separating them from a potential collision.

In a swift motion, she lifted a cover that concealed her QE-12's single missile launcher. Pressing the launch button while sharply pulling up on the controls, she felt the g-force pressing against her. The cockpit shuddered under the strain, but held firm.

An explosive shockwave rocked her fighter, signaling a direct hit from her missile. A quick glance to her left revealed a monitor displaying her QE-12's status. Fuel levels had fallen to a quarter of the tank, and her main weapon power was left with enough energy for a couple of engagements if timed correctly. The missile bay was now depleted.

This didn't deter Spitfire one bit. If anything, it only fueled her resolve to keep fighting harder, to make the enemy pay for the lives they had taken. Her eyes darted between the enemy fighters and her instruments, calculating distances, angles, and trajectories. Every move she made was a calculated risk, a balance between survival and victory.

As she weaved through the enemy fighters, she fired off a few well-aimed shots, taking down another enemy fighter. The satisfaction of seeing it explode was short-lived, however, as more enemy fighters swarmed in to take its place.

But Spitfire was not done yet. She was a Wonder Bolt, Equestria's finest. She would fight until her last breath, until her last bullet. And when that time came, she would go down fighting, a true warrior of the sky.

The battle raged on, the sky filled with the deafening roar of engines and the piercing whine of missiles. The ground below trembled with the impact of each explosion. The pilots, encased in their steel birds, engaged in a deadly dance of dogfights and aerial maneuvers. Their mission was clear - to dominate the skies and turn the tide of the war. The battle was fierce, the stakes were high, and the fight for air supremacy was far from over.

Spitfire's heart pounded in her chest as she maneuvered her fighter, dodging enemy fire and returning her own. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her determination. She was a warrior, a fighter, a survivor. She would not go down without a fight.

As the battle raged on, Spitfire could see the toll it was taking on her fighter. The damage was extensive, but she refused to let it slow her down. She pushed her QE-12 to its limits, coaxing every last bit of power from its engines. She was a seasoned pilot, a veteran of countless battles. She knew her aircraft like the back of her hand, every gauge, every control, every warning light. She knew how to push it to its limits, and how to coax it back from the brink of failure.

Despite the damage, despite the odds, Spitfire fought on. She was a Wonder Bolt, Equestria's finest. She would fight until her last breath, until her last bullet. And when that time came, she would go down fighting, a true warrior of the sky.

Que music

As spitfire continued pushing her fighter to it limit she look in rear mirror to see four hostile fighter on her tail one began opening fire on her whole shot were she was going to move to avoid fire. As this continued one hostile fighter gone below and out of sight leave spitfire trying to keep up this game of cat and mouse all over again.

When turned again she was hit on her right the her left a caution message pop up with saying 'fuel level below 1/16.' As another one hit tail wing she soon began losing control. But her radio comms roar to life.

"Kapitän, ich habe dich noch nicht verlassen." As the same voice said that had returned to be dead once more.

Spitfire said nothing as she couldn't understand why blitz would have returned now with what she expected was himself alone.

But when sound of unfamiliar fire came around her but the roar can after words that was something else much louder then what the QE-12 is possible of making, but spitfire couldn't think before to explosion happen then moment later one more happen. Just as three fighter that she couldn't recognized due their black and gray paint color scheme followed by a familiar QE-12 soaring by her.

The soon change as more of these new fighters arrived followed by a another new that was completely blue. I just moment the one against twenty had change to three to two. Just spitfire soon to join the battle once again she seen a fighter that was more of a shuttle flying pass with its doors open and what appear to be a tall pony hold a handle seen before what to be them yelling at the pilot to get them out of this area at once. Then the shuttle pass with it door closing.

"Damn that was big bat pony if I seen one." Spitfire remark but soon felt like someone said something about not being a bat pony.

Present time

Our push into the city was swift, a stark contrast to the initial drop from the BE-111B that had left some of my unit needing quick repairs. However, when I encountered another nal thestral, I felt a sense of camaraderie, a feeling that I was no longer alone. This feeling was comforting, a welcome change from the usual isolation.

Holding the young nal in my arms, feeling it calm down, left me in a state of tranquility that I couldn't quite put into words. But as I was lost in my thoughts, reflecting on the events of the past few hours, I was interrupted by an older model of the B1 droids.

"Admiral sir, the scouts have returned. They've spotted a crashed BE-111A," the B1 informed me, pausing to let the information sink in. "There were survivors from a heavy gunner squad. They've received quick repairs and are ready to move out."

The droid finished its report and left, presumably to inform the scouts to continue their search for potential enemy units that could pose a threat. I was left alone with my thoughts once again, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. But I was not alone. I had my unit, the survivors, and the young nal. We were all in this together, and we would face whatever challenges lay ahead as one.

Looking behind me, there were a few of the newer models of the B1A2 ready to move out. I pointed to them using hand gestures, telling them to follow me as other B1 droid commands had already been given orders to find the original landing units and to take the city.

Taking a left down an alleyway, I saw two civilians hiding behind a dumpster. They saw me walking down the alley with seven B1A2s right behind me. They raised their blasters towards my group, seemingly threatened by our presence. I lowered my blaster towards them, but the B1A2 that was behind me didn't seem to care and kept moving forward before getting shot in the chest, causing it to stumble a few steps. This only seemed to somehow anger the B1A2. The civilians saw this and went to shoot once more before I got in front of the B1A2.

"Don't shoot him, please forgive them. This is his first combat mission," I said before they took another shot at the B1A2 that I was shielding from them.

They saw this action I was taking just for one simple soldier, even risking my own life. They relaxed and lowered their blasters as a sign of trusting me. Turning to the B1A2, I looked at the blaster shot to his chest. It didn't seem to penetrate his outer armor.

"What are your names so I know how to address you properly?" I asked while checking more on the B1A2 just to make sure there was no unseen damage.

I could hear them whispering something but couldn't catch onto what they were saying as I was still putting a wire back in. After that, I turned around and saw them standing up with their blasters lowered, staring right at me.

"S.M.P.L Duskbane and this next to me is what's left of my platoon. They hit us hard and it seems your folks are not from around here, bat pony," Duskbane spoke to me calmly.

I was once again mistaken for their race. It had begun to bug me. But the one next to this bat pony waved at me and smiled. I wondered what was going through their head.

Meanwhile, inside their head

The sound of an old radio and static filled an empty and destroyed room with one wall showing the outside where the radio stood on a small wooden desk.

Moi towarzysze broni,

Stoimy dziś w środku trwającej wojny, bitwy, która stanowi dla nas wyzwanie i testuje naszą determinację. Ale stoję przed wami, aby powiedzieć wam, że nigdy nie możemy się poddawać. Musimy walczyć, aby bronić każdego centymetra naszego kraju.

Ta wojna zabrała nam wiele, ale nie możemy pozwolić, aby pozbawiła nas nadziei i wiary. Każdy z nas ma w sercu część tego kraju, którą nazywa domem. Każde wzgórze, każda dolina, każda rzeka – one wszystkie są częścią nas.

Musimy pamiętać, że nie jesteśmy sami. Nasza społeczność stoi razem, zjednoczona w naszym oporze wobec wrogów, którzy chcą nas ujarzmić. Jesteśmy silni, gdy trzymamy się razem, gdy się wspieramy i nie pozwalamy, aby ciemność nas ogarnęła.

Pokażmy wrogom, że jesteśmy gotowi walczyć o każdy skrawek ziemi. Niech cena będzie wysoka za każdy centymetr, który chcą podbić. Nie pozwolimy im zniszczyć naszej ojczyzny i odebrać nam wolności.

Droga może być trudna, ale nie poddamy się. Będziemy walczyć aż do zwycięstwa. Pokażmy swoją determinację i wspólnie walczmy o naszą ukochaną ojczyznę!

Razem będziemy silni i pokażemy wrogom, że nigdy się nie poddamy. Pozostańmy zjednoczeni i walczmy o każdy skrawek ziemi, który do nas należy!

Za naszą ojczyznę, za naszą wolność, za zwycięstwo!

Returning from the mind of the bat pony

"Do they normally blank out like this a lot?" I asked, snapping my fingers in front of their face.

Duskbane nodded sadly, then reared back and began to slap them awake. They stumbled back, hitting the dumpster, blinking rapidly and shaking their head before looking at us.

They smiled sheepishly before picking themselves up, grabbing their blaster, and running to the end of the alleyway. They took a kneeling position on the right side.

B1A2, who had been shot, followed behind the bat pony, covering his left flank while checking the left side of the street. Seeing them, I immediately turned around and gestured to four other B1A2s, pointing them towards the street. They got the message and swiftly moved forward. When they exited the alleyway, two went left and the other two turned right.

"Clear, sir," a B1A2 from the left side of the street called out. The right side remained silent.

I moved forward with the last two B1A2s, with S.M.P.L Distance following right behind. Looking to the right, I saw three B2 Super Battle Droids near a downed BE-111A. One was receiving a droid version of medical treatment from a B1M2. The two that seemed to have already finished their temporary repairs turned towards us. The one with a silver stripe on its shoulder walked up to me and saluted. I returned the salute.

"Admiral Winter, it's surprising to see you here on the frontline," the B2 said, sounding both surprised and pleased.

I didn't waste any time. I looked at him and the other B2 next to the BE-111A, then turned to face the local forces that had followed me for some reason instead of regrouping with other units. I hadn't noticed, but Duskbane had walked up to me and saluted as well. It seemed like he had something to say.

"S.M.P.L Duskbane, what do you need?" I asked quietly, aware that we were still in a war zone.

He nodded at me and pulled out a map of the city, laying it on the ground and pointing to a road.

"This is where we are, sir," Duskbane said, before pointing to another area on the map. "Here is the comms station that my group was in charge of but failed to protect. It may have the strength to contact other units in the area."

Hearing this, I nodded and waved my hand in a large circle. Everyone in the area who knew what this meant began to gather around me. Knowing our destination, we began a slow march into the hostile city where no area was safe.

End of Turn 1