i tried this befoe and some mods thought it wasn't an rp so i fixed it

LORE:
For 4000 years both the anti furries and furries have been in a forever war that wouldn't end. the universe witnessed grand clashes among the stars, and neither faction would concede an inch without countless dead.
That changed when the hivemind of MLP fans known as "the Brony Swarm" invaded.

Skinnyguy looks at his team, a mix of people in fursuits and military suits with Anti_Furry flags on them. “Let’s go,” he says, walking with his M14 drawn.

I, a sangheili soldier who has commanded a few insurgents before the invasion, gather my men, HK416 in hand as i follow the group. The situation in Hasins is bad: Bronies have invaded and killed the local populace.

Skinnyguy sighs. “I’ve always hated furries, but this is worse.”

I say "Pale Court and a few soldiers will rendezvous with us just outside of hasins. we need to get the element of surprise too. i hear their degeneracy beams will degenerate our braincells to only 1, so that we die."

“Would tinfoil hats work?,” Skinnyguy asks jokingly but also somewhat serious.

"no they wouldn't but helmets and body armor can negate the impact, especially kevlar armor"

“Okay. Good thing I have those.” They meet up with RandomAccount

A vox transmission comes through from the pale court to setdef.

“Pale court in position directly above rendezvous point, imperial cruiser Retributor ready to drop troops on your mark.”

"okay, wait for the first bronie to go down, then drop, over. I'll shoot target brony."

*shoots the first brony*
Mark!

Another voice, female, ze’mer you guessed, came on the vox. “Yes sir. We are arming our men as we speak and will drop immediately after the first bronie is confirmed dead. Pale court out.” The vox crackles with static after the reply, and the pale court readies for one of the largest drops in the century.

He continues, “We were lucky enough to be blessed with a squad of the angels of death, space marines. Blood ravens. Ze’mer, one of my five “great knights” they’ve come to be called, will remain on the box channel for relaying and receiving orders, I have some men to brief. Pale king out.”

Ze’mer and dryya, two other knights, were in charge of the mechanized elements, including chimera transports, Warhawk transports and leman Russ tanks. Holes in buildings emerged everywhere, cutting down any in houses unfortunate enough to be hit.

*950 warhawks in total dropped all at once, the pale court a stark contrast from their men, white warriors among a sea of beige* (above image is just for reference on what they look like, it’s easy to look up the names)

*furry G5N1 bombers drop bombs all over the Brony fortress, the last survivng hostiles taken as POWS but quickly die off due to their severance from the hive mind*

Men dropped around the court, but the shining white armor was like a holy sheild, not even dented by heavy fire as hegemol, the largest, rampaged through the city with a mace larger than any human. Almost 400 of the 950 warhawks were dead, but still they fought, truly the hammer of the imperium.

alright.....on my mark.....
*with my trusty HK416 complete with ACOG, foregrip, and semi auto mode, i shoot the first brony, who falls to the ground and dies immediately"
Mark!

*the allied forces continue fighting their way through the city with heavy casualties sustained*

The pale king, leader of the warhawks, was a beacon in the war, leaving spikes of white essence and tridents of similar appearance in his wake, a whirlwind of pale light and magics. But he wasn’t the only one, as he had his pure vessel at his side the entire war. They were the hollow knight. The one to contain the light that dreamed.

tiny dots from orbit slowly appear, growing gradually to fighter ships, releasing hundreds of harakoni to the battle, six unique warriors dropping in the fray, the pale king and his knights the head of the army

The pale king, leading the remaining Warhawks, and the knights, holds his hand up to indicate a halt. “Do we fire, sir? I have enough remaining leman Russ and lasguns to shred it.”

"team, get to cover they're attacking!"
Everyone takes cover as the initial wave of missiles flies overhead and strikes Brony mounts, killing them immediately. the assault to liberate hasins has begun.

*after several more casualties, and hours of fighting, the strike force encounters a pulsating mass of degeneracy. this is the local hive node of Hive fleet Fluttershy.*

Lastly, ogrim and isma, the ‘lovers’ people tease, were leading the assault from underground, ogrim being a dung beetle, he was a master of surprise assaults. He and isma burst from hundreds of points to release warhawks who had tagged along to ambush brony fortifications, softening them for the main force.

950 drop troops at your command, made for war and born to kill in the emperor’s name. Just point us at the enemy you want to kill, and watch them burn in flames of justice. This is the regimental leader, the pale king speaking, ready to bring out the will of the emperor.

(Note: The warhawks are a regiment of imperial guardsmen from the universe of Warhammer 40,000, and are specially made for hit and run assignments.)

Warhammer is a stupid game.
Kys

Say. That. Again.

I never got to See what the comment said before it got deleted what was it

it was a man-baby with a MLP theme with a fluttershy plushie in a crib

Warhammer is awesome. Cope

The battle was a major victory, but next is a stronghold. if we want to proceed further, we'll need to head through orchestria and enlist king Tuba II's aid in driving back the bronies.

The pale king, communicating via vox signals, sighed, and spoke.
“Hah, Why do they all have the worst names I have heard of… jokes aside, wheee do we move the star cruiser? We will drop in as many remaining men as we can to assist whatever is needed, but we have suffered casualties that half our number. Reinforcements are on the way from the homeworld but they won’t be here for a long time, so a seige is out of the question for my men.”

"We will arrive at Tuba Town via shuttle,we'll give you some rest after that battle. by the way i read that King Tuba II is an isolationist, so getting him to help will be hard. nonetheless, if we show him the danger bronies pose, then we may be obliged to send his army over to provide the backup necessary to break the stronghold. You don't have to send anyone, in fact you don't want to, as that will agitate King Tuba II and either he sides with the bronies or sends his army after everyone that is an off-worlder. let us handle this."

…(there was a pause in the pale king, static the only sound heard from the vox for a few moments.) “alright. We will hold behind until new objectives are given. May luck be with you. Pale king out”

The warhawks voidship was always looming above the earth, visible from the surface as a moon-sized arrow point, despise only being around 2 miles in length. Dots of light from inside leaked out at night, giving it an ethereal feel. The warhawks inside were more active than what the outside revealed, however, rushing the injured to the nearest apothecarium, re-arming, repairing vehicles, mourning the dead, and so much more.

*the shuttle lands on a foggy morning on the outskirts of Tuba Town*
*a Tuba wizard sights them and tries to warn them that they are not accepted*
"your puny firearms have no power in my domain!"
"we didn't come for war, lil bro. we want to speak with the king."

*the vox systems crackle again, a transmission from the retributor. Something’s wrong. From the vox, You hear alarms, screaming, explosions, the crack of lasfire. The pale king is not speaking. It’s ze’mer again.*

“COMMANDER, WE ARE UNDER ENEMY ASSAULT. A HOSTILE MARK III SEIGE SHIP THAT APPEARS TO BE OVERRUN HAS ASSAULTED THE SHIP. WE ARE LOSING THIS AND NEED IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE! WE CANNOT HOLD FORE-“

*an explosion is heard again. Louder. Screams. Gunfire.*

“MY LORD, THEY HAVE BREACHED HALF THE SHIP AND NEARLY EVERYONES DEAD. THIS MAY BE THE LAST TRANSMISSION WE SEND. GET EVERYONE YOU CAN AND-“

*another explosion, cut off by static. The transmission was terminated, and looking up, the warship was in fact burning up, explosions raking across it as another ship twice its size fired away.*

*the ship slams into the outskirts of Tuba Town, and the army is scrambled. hordes of bronies indiscriminately attack the citizens and army alike*
"oh shit, Pale king's in trouble."
*We head over to see a heavy tuba gunner covering retreating Tuba infantry*

At the site of the crash, the surviving warhawks and the pale court were weakening. They barely crashed and they were down to a mere 50. Two of the knights, dryya and isma, were wounded to the point that they could not stand to fight. The warhawks were dying. But they fought as if they were the hammer of the emperor himself. The pale king was at the back, attempting to use the box systems but failing miserably. The line was breaking.

*The Tuba Army didn't fare much better, despite the usage of a toxic and highly lethal substance called cacaphony in their weapons, they have lost 75,000 out of a force of 100,000 troops. the Survivors are rallied under King Tuba II, and have deployed all remaining forces to defend the palace at all costs. Knowing our comrades need help, we race to the shipwreck to find everyone dead, and the pale court missing. no bodies belonging to the pale court remain, implying they were taken prisoner.*
"those bastards kidnapped them. we need to hurry! Now!"
*Me and the Sangheili soldiers under my command rush to the Tuba Palace (which looks like a giant skyscraper with a moat of cacophony around it) to rally the surviving Tuba Army troops and drives the Bronies away from the city.*

*the pale king, being a wyrm in origin, always casts a sort of “light” around him like a beacon that allows higher thought for those who follow him. This beacon emits a unique frequency of radio signals that acts like a natural tracker, meaning that setdef and his men could easily find the pale king, and rally a team to rescue the pale court.

There was only one problem.

He was on a void ship.*

As the chaos unfolded, the pale king felt the rumbles of gunfire and explosions. He smiled below the mask, knowing that help had arrived and the court would fight one day again.

When the pale king awoke, he found himself in a grey stone room with a single door bed and other necessities and nothing more. He looked around and realized his head felt heavier on one side. He reached up to feel and realized a horn on the left side was gone.this was the least of his worries. He attempted to make a trident, but he suddenly felt an electric shock in his neck. He looked at his neck and saw he had some sort of collar.

Knowing escape was impossible, he sat and let his mind wander. Why? He has some… actions he reflects on for what they were. He thought about this children, all eternally sealed in the abyss, all died before even feeling the first wind on their shells.

He went down a rabbit hole from there.

As dawn broke again, the pale king knew that someone would come looking for the court. Even though escape would be easy, he bided his time, because even if he could escape, he had no clue where he was, for all he knew he might be on a void ship, deep in the vacuum of space.

The king awoke again, this time he found himself chained by the other knights. The pure vessel was in metal bonds on the wall, struggling to break them. Hegemol was stripped of his armor, his maggot body revealed as he was weak without his macebug and armor.

He suddenly felt a massive, sharp pain in his chest, and looked down.
His blood lay on the floor, but he was alive.

The same happened to the other knights, and they all survived too.

After that, they were left to communicate.

None had words for what was happening.

*the next morning, cacaphony rockets soar through the air and hit the brony positions, signaling a Tuba Army counterattack. this time the situation was far better, with the Tuba Army having successfully rallied more troops. during the night, Isma was found dying, but the powers of a tuba wizard saved her. now she could fight, but could only hope her lover was alive somewhere. meanwhile me and my team are administering medical aid to wounded tuba infantry and tuba gunmen while a heavy tuba gunner keeps the enemy at bay.*

*meanwhile, we make it to King Tuba's palace and plan a counterattack at morning*
"If i were to hold off attacks all of those deaths would have been for nothing"
*i have a nightmare about pale king*
*the morning breaks*

*the morning before the counterattack, i take up my concerns for the Pale King to King Tuba II*
Toze 'Mdavumee: My King, shadows linger over our land, darker than the usual twilight. The pale king has vanished, taken by those insidious bronies. They flaunt their childish escapades while we contemplate the fate of our realm.

King Tuba II: Yes, Toze. It is a time of despair. I felt the tremors of our strength diminish the moment the pale king was captured. His presence, a balm against the chaos surrounding us, is sorely missed. Have you heard any whispers of where they might hold him?

Toze 'Mdavumee: Rumors flutter like moths in the night. Some say he is held deep within their neon castle, a fortress adorned with memorabilia of cartoons and ponies. Others suggest they try to indoctrinate him, to pull him into their world of whimsy and frivolity.

King Tuba II: We must not let our hopes dwindle, my friend. We must gather our forces and devise a plan to retrieve him! The pale king is not only our leader but the embodiment of our ideals. We cannot allow their degeneracy to spread any further.

Toze 'Mdavumee: A bold counterattack would be wise, my King. We must unite our strongest warriors, arm them with both steel and strategy. We can exploit the distractions of their celebratory nonsense — the endless conventions, the parades of vibrant colors and ridiculous fanfare. They underestimate the true power of our resolve.

King Tuba II: And the very notion of their consumerist culture will be our advantage. While they chase after fleeting trends, we must strike with the weight of tradition and purpose. We will storm their castle and reclaim not only the pale king but our dignity in this fractured world.

Toze 'Mdavumee: Agreed. We should rally the clans, summon the beast riders from the Northern Wastes, and call upon the sorcerers from the Eastern Woods. With their might and our cunning, we can overpower this whimsical tide.

King Tuba II: Let it be known: we shall not sit idle while the bronies bask in their false sense of victory. We will march as a storm, fierce and unwavering. Our banners shall rise again, and the pale king shall see our light shining as a beacon, guiding him back to us.

Toze 'Mdavumee: A battle hymn shall be composed, my King. The songs of our ancestors will echo through the halls of our kingdom, inspiring our warriors to fight for justice, for honor, and for the return of the pale king.

King Tuba II: Then it is settled, Toze. rally them.

The retrubutor, looming in low orbit, was on alert in case fighting between the two factions broke out as a last resort for the negotiations. From nearby hills, a servo-skull, human skulls filled with machinery to carry out various tasks, loomed just above the crest, its camera lens keeping a close eye on the team, alert to any potential danger to setdef and their force. It was a mere dot on the horizon to even the most trained eye, and was perfect for this type of surveillance.

"copy" *the radio channel turns off*
"okay squad, new plan. due to the casualties we sustained taking hasins, we're gonna head over to orchestria. Natives have never seen bronies before so they don't necessarily know hat they are, we should ease them into fighting with us."