open The Great War

[Nameless Knight 1,001]

OOC https://mlpforums.com/topic/133519-the-great-war-reboot-ww1waractioncentral-powers-needed/page-1

 

The war to end all wars-
In the year, 1914. Archduke of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Franz Ferdinand was assassinated by Serbian Separatists, this lead Austria-Hungary to declare war on Serbia. The already mobilized Rushian Empire declared war on Austrio-Hungary to defend their allies in Serbia, which brought the Empire of Germane in to defend Austrio-Hungary. The Alliance between Prance and Rushia caused Prance to join the war against Germane. German soldiers had to pass through the small nation of Belgium to attack Prench forces. Equestria warned Germane to leave Belgium or else. Germane chose 'or else' and Equestria was brought into the war. Equestria pulled their vassal the Crystal Empire into the war. Then the Kingdom of Italy join the war on the side of Germane. And this where our story begins.

It is the year 1916, on the Western front of the war. Equestrian, Prench, and Crystal forces battle against the Germans and their Austro-Hungarian allies on the border. Hundreds of miles of trenches extend across the land as gas attacks, bombardment, and gunfire will the air. The land between the Trenches: No-Pony's-Land is full of corpses, barbed wire, and craters. Before our story ends, ten million ponies will lie dead. Because in this war, there are no winners.
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January 18th, 1916  11:31 AM

 

Stitches lied against the wall of the Trench, he had a blanket over him. He was cold, very cold. The trenches were wet and the smell of rotting corpses filled it. He saw one of the other soldiers in his unit looking over the top across no pony's land through the barbed wire at the German Trenches. "damn Huns, I wish those sniper rifles could reach them... maybe then we could finally make some progress" The pony said. Stitches took a deep breath and he could see it. He was shivering he saw a snowflake fall in front of him as it began snowing. He felt somepony's hoof on his shoulder. "Hang in there buddy" One of his fellow soldiers said to him.

 

 

Bouholz stood with his hooves on his machine gun. He looked at the Equestrian and Prench soldiers hanging on the barbed wire, dead. "Where the hell are those Austrians..." He said to himself. He looked at his fellow Germans, who were leaning against the Trench Walls. He heard one of the medics walking by saying "another dead from a leg wound... Gott helfe uns" Bouholz looked forward and sighed. "können Sie laut sagen" He said.

Edited July 24, 2015 by Pvt. Stitches

[Gloomfury 243]

Trench Club was near the far end of the trench, one of the closest to the enemies camp that lie across no ponies land. He was sitting on a empty ammunition box, staring out over the top with an empty mind. His uniform was covered in mud and a little blood from their last attack. He driving a few metal stubs that were sharpened into dull spikes, into his club.

 

A the sound of metal hitting metal rang out over though the trench and no ponies land, is it wasn't the fighting,, or the lice the deadly silence would drive him mad. So the sound was a little calming. He had to cut off his dreds to keep the bug from eating his scalp, so now he had a buz cut.

 

He has fought in Trenches before, in fact trench warfare was his special talent. But this, this wasn't a war with a worthy cause. This was a slaughter that lost its  reasons many battles, and deaths, ago.  

 

If t wasn't for the fact that any one of his brothers in arms could die at any moment he would try talking to them to ease his mind. But he thought it was best that he didn't get too close, hes lost others he's cared about already, so a war-zone wasn't a good place to make friends.

 

His eyes fell upon a rat, scarring across the top and  into his side of the trench, it wan over to one of his dreads that he just got dome cutting off, and started chewing on it. For some reason, he started chuckling, out of madness or humor, he didn't know. But it felt nice some he didn't stop, it soon grew into a laugh. A heartfelt laugh, his depression and anger slowly went away, at least some of it.

[CP3_P0n3 170]

The air still smelt of gun powder, corpses lying around across no ponies land, any sane pony would've turned insane had he not carried a gun and luckily, Fryday did. The blood shedding scene just ended moments ago. He didn't exactly help much during the gunfire as he was dragging another soldier to one of the medic.

 

He leaned to the wet trench wall, looking up the falling cold flakes into the sky. He sighed, "Winter already? Gott, das wird nicht, uns zu helfen!...At least bring the Austrians." He completely forgotten about winter, nor the other seasons. His thoughts were muddled by this bloody war. He felt like he could've just end it by dying, though every germanes would've had the same idea. He again sighed, "Hahh, am I going crazy?"...Seems so.

 

Another fellow soldier sat beside Fryday, pat him on the shoulder "You ok soldier?". "Yes, I am just relaxing" I replied with soulless eyes. He took a quick glance on to the far east of the trench, hoping his fellow drinking partner, Bouholz was fine. "We are lucky to survive back there, didn't we soldier?" I broke the silence, with the other soldier saying "Yes, not many of us died, though I'm sure our luck will run out soon enough."

Edited July 24, 2015 by Auditore

[Love Doctor Blaze 536]

Private mark was leaning against the cold hard trench. Not many enemies have been sighted, so she left her sniper position. She looked around in the trench. Corpses of her brothers, and sister in arms layed scattered. The stench of rotten corpses filled her nostrils. She was quickly loosing it, all that had happened came crashing down on her. How she has killed, stabbed and shot everything without their uniform. She brake down sobbing

[Sky Knight 1,172]

Cyrille arrived at her post awaiting a train that would take her into the depths of hell. All the time she was at the Station she heard dreadful stories of great sacrifice on an unimaginable scale. She heard stories of Horse lead charges in the thousands all being silenced after a matter of 4 minutes of explosions and gun fire. 

 

Cyrille knew she wasn't going to make it, she made a quick note to her loved ones and gave it to the post master for delivery. She then met some of the soldiers she was going to the frontline with, none of them were very keen on her joining. Most of them laughed at the sight of Cyrille joining them on the front line. Cyrille was alone and had no one to talk with she knew these next few days were going to be some of the hardest moments of her life.

 

As they reached their destination Cyrille was knocked onto the floor by a couple of soldiers that were behind her getting off the train. They said as she pulled herself from the mud. "get used to that cause that is where you'll be spending most your time with us." The men went on to laugh and sport each other on while one turned around and grabbed his gentiles gesturing I was going to get some of this. Disgusting pig, if he ever so lays one finger on me I'll cut his little friend off. Cyrille brushes herself off and follows the rest of the soldiers to what was going to be home for the next month or so. 

 

Cyrille arrives at an old town completely destroyed and no life to be seen. She patrols along side the group while staying vigilant and observing the destruction of the area. She saw many horrors including the path she walked on was riddled with debris and human remains. Most of the soldiers were just quiet as they walked through this destroyed little town mostly since they were all sharing the same thought of being respectful to the dead. In a moment of not paying attention and letting her mind wander she is grabbed and brought into a destroyed apartment by what looked to be an enemy! She panicked as she tried to yell for help or shoot the enemy, he threw her weapon away and covered her mouth with his hand while putting a knife against her throat. As the Prence Army not knowing of her disappearance pass by she's spoken to by the what seemed to be German soldier. He had a bandage round his head and was limping around. He seemed to have a piece of metal stuck in his leg. He lead Cyrille to a basement in the derelict building where she found a bunch elderly and young kids all cold and scared. The German soldier said to her "The German Army wanted to kill them all but I couldn't bring myself to murdering these innocent civilians. It's why I have detached myself from the German Army, they wanted us to use these people as decorations to attack your morale when you arrived here. They wanted to paint signs of threats out there blood. I refuse to be apart of it so I left. You must take responsibility for the saving of these peoples lives since if I show up I will be shot or taken for interrogation. And these people will be shot as they will likely think they're German's in disguise." The German soldier then walked away into a dark room where only one gun shot could be heard followed up by a loud hit to the ground. Cyrille then put her attention towards the innocents and decided to take them to safety. She took them to the station where they were taken on the next train back to a safer environment. She was told that she had done a good job and was given a pat on the back for her efforts. Afterwards she was told to wait for the next detachment to arrive so she could join with them to the frontline.  

[Gloomfury 243]

After his grief  filled laughing fit, Trench started regaining his senses till he was filling fairly normal. The rat that was shewing on one of his dreds had already ran of, probable because he scared it off with his laughing. He rubbed his newly shaven head with a hoof, it was gonna time some getting use to having really short mane. But as long as he didn't get trench fever he didn't care. 

 

When he was done fixing his club he leaned it against the box he was sitting on and got to cleaning his gun to make sure there wasn't any mud it. While he cleaned he started lightly singing a song his mother use to sing to him whenever he was feeling distressed.  "Nkosi Sikeleli Zebrica. Malup hakanyiswu phando lwayo. Yiswa imithanda zo yethu Nkosi Sikelela. Thina lusapo lwayo..." 

[The Down Trotten 300]

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Heaven's above, I hate the snow. He almost kicked himself for the cruel irony. As a colt there was no more joy to be found then frolicking  in the snow. Now of course it was a killer and it weighed heavily on his wings. ...I hate these long flights, hell being on the front lines is better then this.

He looked down upon the the trenches below him, thanking some higher power that the anti-air was on his side. Almost there, just got to get this message in and I can rest up a bit, hopefully... well not all is bad, for once I am the bearer of good news. Oh thank heaven, I'm here. 

He landed a bit clumsily into the command bunker, but what did it matter, as the message passed form Crash's wings to the general's hoofs, he let out a sigh. For now the Germans might catch a break, Austrian reinforcements were on the way 

[Nameless Knight 1,001]

Private Stitches looked up at the sky. He looked at a soldier next to him who looked even worst than he did. Stitches took a small metal cigarette case out of his shirt pocket and took a cigarette out and offered it to the soldier. The soldier took it and Stitches lit it for him. 'If it wasn't for the rum ration and cigars, I don't think we will ever win this war' He thought. "I heard that some poor souls are going to be going over the top today" The soldier said. "More work for me..." Stitches replied.

 

 

 

Bouholz yawned and sat down, believing that the Equestrians wouldn't attempt an attack like last week. With the machine guns, they didn't even have to aim. The only thing that went wrong last week was the fact that one of their tanks broke through the lines but they managed to capture it and get it back to working condition. The question was, who were going to have the honor of using the Equestrian tanks against Equestria. He looked up and noticed a bomber, heading straight for the Prench Trenches.

[Gloomfury 243]

While he was singing he heard the sound of a large plane. He looked up and recognized it as a bomber. Turing his training he learned the name of every vehicle. So he knew what the plane was, but he couldn't tell who it belong too. He kept cleaning his gun while his eyes were locked on the bomber. Without him noticing, his singing got louder. He wasn't sure if the bomber would just pass them or started bombarding them.

 

But something deep down in him made him sing. It was calming, in-powering and a lot better then the haunting silence. His this was another fight, he was gonna keep singing. He sang louder, loud enough that it reached out though the quite trenches, over no ponies land, maybe across to the other side. He was was fed up of this slaughter, and his singing filled with something that made him feel as if he wasn't even there.

 

In the back of his mind he hoped that it would help his brothers in arms. He may not have tried to get close with any of them. But deep down, he cared for each and every one of them as is they were his real family. The bonds that are made in war are sometimes stronger then that of your real family.

 

He sang even louder, he also with one of the lyrics from Zebrica to Equestria. He stood up, gun in hoof, singing his song with great pride.

 

Nkosi Sikeleli Equestria. Malup hakanyiswu phando lwayo. Yiswa imithanda zo yethu Nkosi Sikelela. Thina lusapo lwayo... !"

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j94fteQR-TY&index=2&list=PL659816990263C28D

 

[CP3_P0n3 170]

@@The Down Trotten, 

 

"Good, the Austrian reinforcements are coming", "Glad they came at this hour", "Well, that's a relief"..."Thank god they came" Fryday let out a sigh. Surely the other germane had calm down a bit after the news from Private Crash. Heck, he should catch up with him, another one of his drinking partner, it has been a long time since they talked. 

 

Trotting from the trench to the command bunker, he hoped he'd bumped into Crash. Half way through, some Austrian bombers flew overhead. His heart felt more relief than ever. He'd have to be quick before the situation gets tight as the bombers headed straight towards the Prench.

 

He saw what he taught to be a navy blue mane colt, resting his wings. Given the rough weather, he must have had a hard time. He approached him, "It's been a while has it? Austrian mail bird?"

[The Down Trotten 300]

 

 

He saw what he taught to be a navy blue mane colt, resting his wings. Given the rough weather, he must have had a hard time. He approached him, "It's been a while has it? Austrian mail bird?"

 

"Ördög és pokol!" he jumped a little in surprise hitting his head on the above archway. landing back down with a thud and some feathers flying he collected himself "Mikor fogok valaha is egy kis szünetet ... Oh its you Herr Fryday." he saluted "Did not expect to see any familiar faces here, but for the love of God, do not surprise a pony like that." he laughed a little, knowing there wouldn't be much of that in the future 

 

(in case your wondering what language he's speaking, its Hungarian, and since I don't know much hungarian I'm using google translate) 

[Sky Knight 1,172]

The next line of Prench soldiers had arrived and I was soon back on my way to the frontlines. This time Cyrille makes the journey to the frontline and with no loss of any life, at least she thought so. She is then directed to a post position where she is told to pick off any advancing enemy soldiers trying to sneak up to the Prench frontline.

 

Cyrille is joined by a charming young Captain, he talks to Cyrille and keeps her company. Cyrille and the Captain become good friends and take each others minds off the harshness of this war. After an hour or so looking out for enemies and talking with the Captain who now had quite a liking for Cyrille. He is called to attention where he must order the next line of charge, his face went cold, like he seen a ghost. He signaled to the soldier that he was ready to give the command and gave the field a quick recon before blowing his whistle for them to attack. The Captain clearly knew he was sending men off to be slaughtered and it clearly haunted him.

 

Cyrille watched the charge of the men through her scope, she spotted some enemy snipers hidden in the mud. Their gunfire gave away their position, she honed down on one of the snipers and took a deep breath before shooting the enemy dead on in the head. She then took cover as she took some fire from the enemy, as she ducked the Captain continued to watch over with his binoculars. He wouldn't budge, even when he was taking incoming fire. Cyrille tugged at his leg and said "Sir, get down, they'll  shoot you dead!". The Captain replied "I have led these men to their deaths so I'll watch over them till every last one has done their part in this war". Cyrille let the Captain stand and she just curled into a ball waiting for the gunfire to calm down. 

 

After the shooting had calmed down she was grabbed by the Captain. The Captain says "come, lets go unwind" he smiles. He takes Cyrille to an abandoned section where the Captain slept, it was small, dark and wet. He gave Cyrille some of his flasked alcohol she accepted it and it warmed her up a little inside. The Captain then started to kiss Cyrille on the neck and slowly take her uniform off. The Captain and Cyrille went on to sleep with each other and take away each others stress. This was to become a regular for the young Captain and Cyrille. 

[Love Doctor Blaze 536]

Private mark got up from her crying position. She knew that crying was only a stress reliever, nothing more, noting less. She picked up her gun, and loaded a new magazine in it "I better get back to my post" Said Deathmark, and climbed out of the trench. She repositioned herself by her post.

[CP3_P0n3 170]

 

 

"Did not expect to see any familiar faces here, but for the love of God, do not surprise a pony like that." he laughed a little, knowing there wouldn't be much of that in the future 

 

 

Fryday grinned a little when the austrian pigeon startled, "I was expecting a little more...gutso from the austrian Private." while sitting beside the still exhausted colt. Looking back, they've only spent a few times in the bar together. But they got along almost instantly, probably because he's just a driver and Private Crash's a mail carrier. They both worked behind the scenes.

 

He immediately ditched the 'private' thing and broke the silence,  "So, how have you been, Crash?"

[The Down Trotten 300]

 

 

Fryday grinned a little when the austrian pigeon startled, "I was expecting a little more...gutso from the austrian Private." while sitting beside the still exhausted colt. Looking back, they've only spent a few times in the bar together. But they got along almost instantly, probably because he's just a driver and Private Crash's a mail carrier. They both worked behind the scenes.

 

He immediately ditched the 'private' thing and broke the silence,  "So, how have you been, Crash?"

 

"How have I been?... Well Alive for one thing, which is better then most of us in this blasted war. Other then that though... I can't say I've been much else, with orders being sent hither and yon, I'm mostly flying all the time, with out a chance to breath... Just glad they haven't asked me to pick up a gun... Or arrived in the middle of a big push." he shuddered, he wondered how much luckier he could possibly get with that. "De hol vannak a modor... How are you faring, still full of energy I see?"