"Me and Derpy have both been planning something. I'm sure this will work." Crimson said. "Now...this is really dangerous, but we are far from alone. We have at least 250 other mages already converging on his location. After this is all over, then we can see the rest of the School year without any problems..." (Biggest understatement ever...)
"I should talk to my great-grandma," said Rainbow Dash, "She'll know how to help us." "How would she help?" asked Applejack, "Ain't she a bit old?" "Maybe, but she's got plenty of fight left in her," Rainbow replied. "C'mon, I'll show you. She lives close by here." And with that, she walked off towards a Victorian house across the street and motioned for the others to follow.
The door opened, revealing what appeared to be a thirty-five year old woman. "Are you sure this is her, darling?" asked Rarity? "Firefly hear that much often," replied the woman in a thick Russian accent. "Comrade Rainbow Dash, please come in, and bring friends." Rainbow brought them inside.
Crimson politely smiled, knowing exactly what Firefly was doing with her appearance. His many times great grandfather did the same thing around him, taking the appearance of a 47 year old male, despite being almost 250 years old before he passed away. Crimson even practiced this technique to make his body look older then it already was, a valuable talent if performed right. Of course, this technique could be exploited beyond belief.... All of Rainbow's friends took a seat in the living room, with Sunset, Crimson and Derpy on the sofa.
"So, Comrade Rainbow Dash, what bring you and friends to my humble home?" asked Firefly. "Well, I think it would be best if we talked about this alone for a little bit." "Oh? Something wrong?" "It's very important." "Oh..." And Firefly motioned for Rainbow Dash to follow her. When they entered the laundry room, Firefly closed the door, and said, "Что это такое, что вы хотите мне сказать?" (Translation: What do you wish to tell me?") "Ну, прабабушка," Rainbow Dash replied, "он должен делать с войной. В частности, нацисты. Помните Millennium?" (Translation: Well, great-grandmother, it has to do with the war. Specifically, the Nazis. Remember the Millennium?) Upon hearing this, Firefly's eyes widened. "Есть слухи правдой? Имеет один из их числа достигли запретную технику?" (Translation: Are the rumors true? Has one of their number achieved the forbidden technique?) Rainbow Dash nodded, and a somber expression crossed Firefly's face. "Я боялся, что этот день придет," she replied. (Translation: I feared this day would come.) She went to open a secret compartment behind the dryer, and pulled out a what looked to be a black leather Soviet military full bodysuit. "Это была моя единая во время войны," she told Rainbow Dash as she handed it to her, "Он может выдержать интенсивные температуры и магические атаки. Дорожите его, как самого вашего кожи, и никогда не забывайте, что вы можете быть родился на американской земле, но ваша кровь, что Матери России." (Translation: This was my uniform during the war. It can withstand intense temperatures and magical attacks. Treasure it like your very skin, and never forget, you may be born on American soil, but your blood is that of Mother Russia.) She nodded as she put it on. Upon doing so, she noticed that it was literally skin-tight, conforming to her every curve. She liked how it felt, but there was no time for that. They exited the room and went back to the living room.
The group of friends watched Rainbow come back into the room with her new bodysuit. Rarity's jaw dropped at the suit. "Oh Rainbow! You look absolutely stunning!" The purple haired fashionista gleefully said
"Thanks, Rarity..." she said. "Do you have any more of those, great-grandmother?" "I am sorry," Firefly replied, "I only had one." The others were slightly disappointed. "Well, we should go," said Rainbow Dash. "I see..." replied Firefly, "Farewell, comrades. You are welcome to return. Good luck to all of you." "Thanks," said Rainbow as she and the others left.
Soon enough, the others headed out of the door and headed out. All they had to do now was get themselves to the Middle East to meet up with the other mages associated in defeating this Millennium threat.
(Time skip again!) 240 highly-trained mages took shelter in their hidden base near a Saudi Arabian village. Crimson and the gang arrived just outside said base. "This would seem to be it," said Circuit.
The Mages that occupied the base were from all different countries and ethnicity, all coming together for a single cause to defeat the coming nightmare that was this Millennium enemy. The base didn’t exactly look like a military base, but merely an abandoned hotel along with some tents in the middle of the Arabian Desert. Through arcane translators, everyone understood one another in their own language. The rest of the group headed through the base, all the while some eyes directly focused on Crimson and the rest of the group. “Not a bad place, if I say so myself” Derpy said to herself as the rest of the mages went about their duty. Soon, they were stopped by two guards who stood at the front door of the Hotel. Dressed in brown trenchcoats, black gloves and matching boots. They both pulled out two rifles. “Halt! State your business for the Overseer.” A guard said looking at Crimson and the group. Crimson decided to speak to the guards personally, taking a step ahead of the group and saying a single phrase in an unknown language. Nobody in the group understood him, but the two guards instantly stepped to the side once Crimson stopped talking however. “Come on” Crimson turned around before heading in with the group. “Wait for me!” Derpy rushed to catch up. Soon enough, they all arrived at the top command center.
They walked inside the room. "Well, it's about bloody time you lot showed up," said a man who looked to be in charge of the operation, in a thick, gruff Irish accent.
"And a polite hello to you as well" Crimson told the officer sarcastically. "What's our current situation?"
"Let's just hope that we are ready for when it happens. I have a bad feeling about this" Crimson told the major
One Mage burst through the door in a panic. "Sir! He's on the approach!" Crimson looked at the Major. "Now would be a good time to prepare defensive positions, Major."
The base went into a scramble as a fury of commands went back and forth, along with plenty of mages running back and forth, left and right and up and down. Soon enough, a defensive line was established along the southern wall, leading out towards a tall sand dune. The air was thick and heavy, and the tension was far worse. But soon, after preparing for the worst.....nothing happened. Nothing. Nothing at all. Until a figure in a noticeable black SS uniform walked over the dune.
