The Equestrian Front-The Griffon Kingdoms Campaign


                                            Capitaine Maxime Sauvageux

                                            Equestria Occupation Forces

                                            Grand Army of Europa-Francia Branch (Armée Française-Armée de Terre)


                                            >May 14, 2038

                                            >A week after leaving Canterlot, you arrived in the freshly conquered Gildedale.

                                            >After seeing what happened to Equestria, Gildedaleans did not dare attempt to resist a European invasion.

                                            >One quick and bloodless surrender later, an FOB was already established.

                                            >Generaloberst Hoth put you in charge of overseeing the preparations for the journey ahead.

                                            >You were accompanying the German general in a diplomatic mission to the Griffon Kingdoms.

                                            >You thought that they would've sent a politician, a diplomat that specialized in this to do it.

                                            >However, based on previous research, it seems that they would likely only heed the words of a being who's profession is warfare.

                                            >Therefore, they sent an army general.

                                            "Sergeant, are we ready?"

                                            >"Jawol, the men are ready when you are".

                                            "Good, I'll inform the General we are ready to depart".

                                            >You couldn't say that you agreed with the approach the brass was taking with diplomacy.

                                            >It looked like an invasion.


                                            >Hours later, you found yourselves above the mountains of the Griffon Kingdoms.


                                            >You and the Germanic giant were sharing an NH90 en route towards the Griffons' biggest city and capital, Gryphus.

                                            >The side door was open, and the cold winds were stinging your face.

                                            >Outside you could see other choppers, troop transports, maybe ten of them...

                                            >Ahead of your craft were five Eurocopter Tigers.

                                            >Flying a few hundred meters above you were a pair of JAS 39 Gripens.

                                            >Funny, Gripen translated into English was "Griffon", they're operating in appropriate territory.

                                            >Looking below, two winged figures were en route towards your aircraft.

                                            "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

                                            >"Granted".

                                            "You don't think this formation seems a bit aggressive for what we're doing?"

                                            >"If you did your homework, you'd know that something like this is what these warlike people respect".

                                            "Monsieur, we have two sentries nearing our helicopter!"

                                            >"I'll speak to them."

                                            >Several others were flying ahead of the formation, each carrying spears or muskets.

                                            >Those first two sentries flew up to the open side door of your chopper.

                                            >You moved aside for the General to see them.

                                            >Seeing this, they were visibly surprised at the size difference between you and your superior officer.

                                            >One of them moves closer.

                                            >"What is your business here, foreigner?"


                                            >"We have come to look for allies and we would like to speak with your leader, any place where we might be able to land?".

                                            >They guided us over to a small open courtyard.

                                            >It wasn't very big, hardly an adequate place to land.

                                            >That's when it finally occurred to everyone...

                                            "Oh, dammit."

                                            >They can fly, so why the hell would they need to build facilities to accommodate aircraft?

                                            >Sure they had places for airships, but those are too few and far between here.

                                            >"Well, there's more than one way out of this thing, lower the lines".

                                            >You had no choice but to rappel down from the choppers.

                                            "Sir, what if negotiations just crumble and we find ourselves fighting these creatures, how will we evacuate?"

                                            >"We'll just need to hold out long enough for reinforcements or evac."

                                            >Brilliant.

                                            >The lines were lowered, you and the other personnel rappelled down to the concrete floor.

                                            >It wasn't exactly ideal for you to do this in a dress uniform, and with your entire kit on your back.

                                            >As soon as you hit the ground, you looked up, only to see the German general's massive ass falling down towards you.

                                            >"Oh fuck no..."

                                            >Jumping and rolling away from the point of impact, the ground shakes a little bit upon his landing.

                                            >There are cracks at where is feet made.

                                            >Never mind dodging a bullet, you just dodged a shell.

                                            >"Sorry, mein kamarade."

                                            >He waved off the helicopter and it disappeared into the thickness of the snowfall.

                                            >Two attack helicopters flew overhead above you and the squad.

                                            "General, they can't stay here forever, we should be rotating their patrols..."

                                            >"I am aware, Kapitän, I am working on it".

                                            >As soon as he was finished speaking to commanders at the FOB you began your five kilometer trek across many stone bridges towards the king's palace.

                                            >More and more soldiers, both yours and the Griffons', would be following you shortly.


                                            >Five kilometers wasn't really that long, but given how cold it was, it felt like walking across all Russia, on the Arctic Circle, starting from Finland, and ending in Alaska.

                                            >Not even the trench coat you were issued made much of a difference up here.

                                            >Finally making it to their king's palace, you and the general start making your way up the concrete stairs.

                                            >Taking a look around, you happened to notice a familiar face among the winged beasts.

                                            >Purple eye-liner, purple highlights, golden yellow eyes...

                                            >You remember her from Cloudsdale, when they refused to surrender she fought alongside them.

                                            >She was an incredibly good fighter, she almost killed you and general Montoir the first time you encountered her.

                                            >You shouldn't have stared at her too long, seems she noticed.

                                            >You could only hope that she didn't recognize you.

                                            >Being happy to finally be inside, you made your way to the nearest fire to warm yourself.

                                            >"Don't be too long captain, I'd like you to be present when we meet the king".

                                            >If it were the French general he would be rushing you, probably not giving you any time to get comfortable.

                                            >Looking back at the entrance, you notice that the griffon you recognized was following her comrades in.

                                            >She looks towards you as she does so.

                                            >You are thinking to yourself...

                                            "Damn, she does recognize me".

                                            >Returning to your commander's side, you are now more than anxious to begin the meeting with their king.

                                            >Anything to get out of sight from that beast.


                                            [IN PROGRESS]