"United Nations?"

It took all of Kyle's mental willpower to not start screaming at the President.

"Are you insane?"

"Marshall. This isn't really my decision."

Kyle groaned.

"They're going to eat her alive, sir."

"She can handle it."

"Oh. Yeah. Sure, a horse can handle the freaking United Nations. Nothing there's going wrong."

"She's a princess, right? She's had to deal with diplomacy before."

Kyle glanced through the window into Twilight's room. Acone sat on a bench next to her, engaged in what was apparently a very enthralling conversation. "Sir, she's a new princess."

"A new princess?"

"She said she only became one a few months ago, when she got her wings."

The president paused.

"Got her wings?"

"Yes, sir."

"Like... Like the angles in It's a Wonderful Life?"

"Hell if I know."

"So, we have a military diplomat who is near-completely inexperienced," the President said, "and China wants her to meet the general security council."

"She could probably do a few magic tricks," Marshall replied, "Scare them a bit."

"You really want to scare China's diplomats?"

"Maybe."

The president exhaled.

"Marshall. You obviously have some ideas about this situation. Lay them on me."

"Well, sir," Marshall began, leaning against the hospital wall, "I've spent a hell of a lot of time around this horse. She's very, very curious -- She's wanted to know pretty much as much as possible about our world. If she didn't have to sleep so much because of her health, I'm pretty sure she would have talked me to death."

"Intelligence gathering?" the President asked.

"Yes, but not in an espionage way," Marshall replied. "At least, I don't think it is. She just wants to know stuff. She's mentioned living in a library several times."

"She has a lot of books in her castle?"

"No, as far as I can tell, an actual library." Marshall replied. "As in, people check books out and she files them on shelves."

On the other end of the line, the president blinked. "That's... Not where I'd expect a princess to live."

"Yeah," Marshall nodded, "I had the same thought. Still, her curiosity might get her into trouble in the UN. Russia and China are going to be suspicious."

"Think she can contain the questions?"

"She can probably try. She really looks up to the per- pony who sent her here."

"And who's that?"

"Calls her 'Celestial' or something of that nature. Kind of hard to make out," Marshall replied, stepping to the side to let a cart full of various drugs enter an elevator next to him. "Apparently, she is the major ruler of the nation, and Twilight's personal mentor. She's also who promoted her to an alicorn - A unicorn with wings."

"So why the hell didn't she come here, if she's the major ruler?"

"Too dangerous, in all likelihood. Twilight won't tell us when we ask."

The President leaned back in his chair. He made a good decision to send Marshall. The kid was giving him a hell of a lot more information than any of his other staff could.

"Do we let the UN know about this 'Celestial' person?" the President asked.

"Depends on how public this meeting is going to be."

"Just the council," the President replied. "Delegates from China, Russia, some of the NATO nations, India, Japan, and the Korean Republic."

"No cameras?"

"No cameras."

Kyle paused for a moment.

"Well, in that case, now might be the opportune time for her to request military aide. It's best to get some member nations on board before it goes public."

"If they get on board at all, Kyle."

"Yes, if they get on board at all."

The President thought for a moment. "When do you think she'll be healthy enough to handle a meeting?"

"Nurses said another day or so and she could get out of bed. Handling the stress... Well, maybe a bit longer."

"Alright. Here's what we're going to do."

The President leaned forward before continuing.

"Congress is going to have a fucking stroke if I let her talk to the UN before them. For good reason, too. So we're going to do a non-televised, top-secret Congressional hearing on this. We need to give our representatives time to think over this. We'll tell the media that the hearing happened, but not what took place inside. We're going to try and keep her off-camera. Then, maybe two days later, she goes to the UN. Don't let her talk about the military stuff. Have her give a generic-sounding speech. I'll be there with her. Hopefully, the two of us combined will be able to help her answer the harder questions."

Kyle payed close attention to the plan, occasionally nodding -- even though the President couldn't see him.

"We'll have her walk out in public. I'll shake her hand, or hoof, or whatever. No statements to the media unless he wants to. Then, a week later, we'll give a small press conference, detailing her journey and what we've learned. We don't mention the military part at all. We let her give some statements."

"Any statements she wants?"

"Hell no. Just what's safe to say. Hopefully, at this point, negotiations are well underway for if we're aiding her or not. From there, I don't know where we go -- well, actually, I guess that we either go to a hopefully short war against changealingadingdongs or whatever they're called, or we just send her home. Speaking of which, does she have any way to get there?"

"She said that she was one of the leads on the research team to get to this world," Kyle replied. "There's probably a whole hell of a lot of equations and calculations for making a portal in the bookbag she bought in."

"Where is that bookbag?"

"In this hospital room. The NSA has already made copies of all the documents within, of course, but the Secretary of State told them to hold off on analysis."

The President nodded. "Of course. Did she at least mention the basics of inter-universal travel?"

"Something to do with magic and what she called 'micro-bit transmutation.' Not sure what it means, but some of our researchers could probably figure it out - With her help, of course."

The President made a mental note to get Isaac Freeman and his team working on those documents.

"So, I suppose that we put in the money for a portal to get her home, even if we don't invade. If that gains popular support, that is. Still. That's as far ahead as I'm willing to think. A lot of things can change in the spam of two weeks."

Marshall nodded. "How much of this plan should I tell the horse?"

"Just the two meetings for now, probably."

"Gotcha. Anything else?"

"Don't let Acone fuck this up. Seeya later, Marshall. You did well."

"Thank you, sir."

With a click, the President hung up.

Author's Note

I know very little about how the UN works, so I'm going to cheat and say that it changed in the future into what is depicted in my story.

Sorry about the lack of Twilight content in these last two chapters. I needed to get some details out of the way. I promise, the next like 6 are almost pure Purplesmart goodness.