A Conversion's Mistake.

Equestia, Earth Atlantic Sea, Year 2043

A choking sob echoed through the hospital room, followed quietly after by the quiet mutterings of a disturbed Princess. What followed after was the slowly flickering beeping of a heart monitor. Celestia sat beside the bed, her eyes blood shot, her fur matted with pain as tears streamed down the sides of her cheeks. Slowly reaching with a shaky hoof she stroked her sons head. Spike, now at the age of eighteen, was a strapping lad. He stood well over his adopted mother, at six foot three inches he stood well above any pony. But due to the stubbiness of his back legs he had been forced to walk on all fours. This is what had brought him to his current condition.

“Spike…my sweet…misguided dragon.” Celestia sniffled before a new wave of tears trickled down her face. His body was covered from head to claw in bandages, blood caked each and every one of them, multiple lacerations and puncture marks adorned the maturing drake.

Flash Back, Six months before the present, and three years before the first Bureaus were opened.

Location: Washington D.c.  Military Airport.

Time: 8:30 P.m.

It had occurred just a few weeks ago, Celestia, Luna, as well as her personal student, turned additional Princess Twilight Sparkle, and her son Spike Dugal, had been invited to attend the U.N. Summit meeting that took place that very week. As for the remainder of the girls, who had been scattered across Earth, helping to make a foot hold on the humanoid dominated planet, they would be to preoccupied to join with them. The president of the United States, President Rick Harlson had made a point to meet the Dignitaries when they arrived within Washington D.C.

“I’d like to welcome you to our grand country Princess Celestia.” President Harlson proclaimed as he held out a hand to her. She looked at it with a smile before taking the hand and gently shaking it. Harlson was a lightly over weight man, standing five foot nine. His hair was combed back till it seemed to resemble a mobster in appearance. His main attire was of a rather large tux over a spotless white shirt. He wore black slacks and a pair of grey dress shoes for such an occasion.

He had such a friendly smile that Celestia, even in her misguided ways, had come to trust him. After a quick handshake and posing for the media for a few pictures the two had finally set off. Air Force One had been their transportation. The princess had just settled into watching one of the on board movies that Spike had chosen. He lay upon one of the couches that adorned the lavished airliner while Twilight was knee deep in reading up on Germanic heritage. The flight had left at 10:20 P.M. and was making grand time, quickly moving into the Atlantic from the sea side Air Base Obama, named after President Obama, who, during an attack on the White House, despite being shot in the right shoulder, had forgone hiding in the Presidential bunker, picked up a fallen Secret Services  Remington 870 shotgun. Managing to down at least three Terrorists before being gunned down. Though arguably the least favorite President since Nixon, this simple act of selfless heroism managed to forever enshrine him within the hall of America’s greatest Presidents.  Celestia herself had read about his selfless heroism and actually came to admire his bravery.

Several thousand feet about the ocean, the plane was buffeted by strong head winds from an onrushing cloud bank. Celestia held close to the arm of the chair she sat in as “Hunt for the Red October” a classic that the Captain chose, continued to play. She felt a small blush coming on as she listened to the Russian Submarine Captain’s voice. In all her years, she had never heard someone with such a smooth accent. Several moments later a pair of F-35A Lightning II ascended through the cloud banks, pulling back up beside Air Force One. Spike waving at the one to the left as Luna watched with fascination as they came through the cloud barrier. The second one, which had emerged besides its sister, doing a Barrel Roll over Air Force One and spinning. It took only seconds before it came to a safe position on the other side of the plane.

Rainbow Dash would have commented on how show boating they were. The Pilot in the right Lighting obviously showing off. But if she had been out there, even Celestia knew she would have been showing off as well. A light hearted chuckle escapes Twilight as she watches her aunt who in effect watches the fighter jet. Slowly they return to sitting and relaxing once more. Luna had commented on the movie when the side of the plane was lit up with a titanic explosion. A ball of flame engulfing the right F-35A Lightning II as it falls below the clouds, vanishing. The other breaks off to try and locate the offending attacker, only to receive a J.K.L. Slammer Smart Missile to its nose, causing the entire machines dorsal nozzle to erupt into an equally volatile ball of flame and spiral towards the ocean waiting blow.

Luna let out a high whinny in anger as she watched the loss of life so close to her, but unable to do anything. Twilight was sprawled out across the ground as she tried to get up, books covering her back and wings.

“W-What was that?!” Spike yelped, just being reawakened from his nap. Slowly the clouds below them began to shift and morph as a form began to rise from it, quickly signaling the approach of something to the surface. It was long in length, not very robust. Its end a twin tailed propulsion system that emitted little to no heat, as well as sound. Allowing it to sneak up on Air Force One’s escorts, its wings housed a pair of docking pods, the outer two contained two six chambered Smart Missiles, the inner four chamber tubes with Hammer Head Suppression Missiles. Above its wings sat two gravity-drives, keeping it hovering next to the Plane as its sides opened, a pair of solid black Umbilical tunnels connecting into the Presidential Airliner. One connects just in front of the large turbine that propels the aircraft forward, the other, connects to the window beside Celestia.

The sounds of heavy boots can be heard echoing though the room as the ponies and dragon hold their breath. They had all taken shelter within the adjourning room as Secret Service members swarm the room, leveling their fire arms at the window. The sound stops within the night black umbilical cord before its lite up like a Christmas tree. Rounds puncture the side of the ship as the cord’s claws, on all four sides of the end, sink though the planes hull, attaching itself to the plane as bullets reduce the wall between it and the room into Swiss cheese. Killing most if not all the Secret Service members with a mail of led. Some pass through the members and punch holes in the other side, though most manage to only release H2O into the air, some puncture windows. As they shatter and threaten to decompressurize the entire room titanium plates shift and extend down over the now plexus glassless windows, cutting off the loss of oxygen.

Celestia watched in horror the side of the plane at base level begins to turn Red. Soon the spots of heat give way to heated beams of plasma, the torch like appearance begins to slowly travel up the sides of the wall, Spike standing up as he looks towards the slowly glowing line of melted and super-heated metal that can be seen forming as the attackers continue to work. Gun fire erupts elsewhere within the plan, signaling the attackers have breached the interior of the  plane. But the sounds of gun fire appears to be different, clearly meaning that the Secret Service was still in action.  Though the other side, the “Pop” “Poping” sound of the Secret Services hand guns were being drawn out by the semi-automatic fire of the attackers sub-machine guns.

This briefly distracts the Sun Goddess from the incoming attack as the Plasma Torches reach the top of the door way, before beginning to slide back down, moving towards the center of the bottom of the door. Spike steps out, much to the horror of Twilight and the assembled Princesses. He stays concealed behind the couch, moving out below the line of sight thanks to the fact he had to walk on all fours. With his back to the Diarchy he turns to Twilight, smiling sadly ad he places his back against the wall, right where the door would be made once the torches finished cutting. Twilight, hissing through her teeth, managed to get the drakes attention.

“Spike!” she whispered through clenched teeth as well. “Get back here.” She pleaded with her brother who looked at her and shook his head.

“No Twi, you and I both know that dragon’s scales are immune to most bullets. As well as strong enough to hold off any human.” He had become so confident after he stumbled upon a drunk human who had tried to attack him, claiming he was a son of Satan for his draconic visage. He easily over powered the human, and when the human drew a gun on him he managed to take the ground with only a minor buffing to his scale from the bullet.  Since then he had developed somewhat of a ego. Twilight was about to retort when the plasma torches reached the bottom of the door way. Spike stood there, awaiting the humans attempt to enter the room.

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What followed was several seconds of pregnant silence before Spike could feel something placed against the side of the door. By now the Semi-Auto fire from farther in the plane had been replaced with simple silence. Slowly a quickly echoing beep began to fill the cabin. Spike’s eyes widen and he turned to Twilight. Time slowed down as he reached for her. Her eyes widened in fear as the door itself was blown across the room and into the adjacent wall, Spike letting out a strangled scream of pain as shrapnel and several hundred metric pounds of twisted steel cut through his scales and bludgeoned him before he is nearly crushed behind the projectile door.

What followed was smoke and tears as, despite the growing danger. Twilight raced to her fallen brothers side. As she neared him a single shot echoed from within the Umbilical cord, the shot digging into the spot next to Spike’s head.

“Don’t move Equine.” A voice echoed from within the darkness, full of hate and spite. Slowly a man walked into view, standing five foot eight, the man wore ragged jeans and Combat boots. His hands were covered in leather; cows hide from the look of it.  She cringed as she looked at what hung around his neck. A pierced Unicorn Skull. A metal bar through the eye sockets. Carved though its features were tribalistic markings as well as less…civilized words. He held in his hand what looked like a simple weapon, a dagger, carved from the very horn that once owned to the stull. Several blades formed from the horn looked slightly reddened; clearly it had been used before. He smirked as he looked at the Princess who had taken notice of her taking notice to it.

"My late wife. Worked at a Conversion  Bureau. One of your abominations spilled that slop you use to transform good whole some people into those freaks you call ponies." he spat on one of the Secret Service Members. "And our own Government is willing to give you freaks shelter just tears me up inside." this man, this..human, clearly was off kilter, one hand held his semi-automatic rifle, the other, constantly stroked the Unicorn skull. "We are members of the H.F.B.E. Humans for a Better Earth." he leveled the rifle at Twilight's forehead, several other members doing the same. "And today, I will be your executioner. Remember my name in death, abomination I am Hadley Jefferson. And for the Preservation of our Blue and Pure World, I sentence you to death."

He began to pull back on the trigger, when his throat erupted in a fountain of blood. Gurgling he gripped hold of the front of his neck, a jagged piece of metal jutting from it. At the same exact moment the wall section that had been crushing a certain dragon erupted from the ground, hurling into the air as it crashes into one of the members. Spike roaring in both pain and rage as the other humans turned their weapons upon him. His body dripping a pool of blood every time he stopped moving, yet he never stopped moving. Claws, strong enough to dig through cement, tore into the hull of the plane as he missed one of the humans, receiving a shattered dorsal spine as the man returned fire. By now the Princesses had thrown together a barrier to keep the humans, and the enraged Spike, from reaching them.

"Pri-Princess. We need to be out there!" she pleaded with her teacher and Spikes own mother.

"I'm sorry Twilight, but" she was interrupted as the shredded remains of one of the humans was tossed against the eldrish shield. "Not even I can stop him. Dragons are creatures older then even Alicorns, birthed in the creation of Equis, they are the very representation of the upheavals that the planet went through." she bit her lip, watching her son drown in the very bowls of anger and pain as he fought to get a hold of the humans. Who seemed equally at fighting him as they did with dealing with the Secret Service members.Her eyes caught sight of one of the humans, pull what looked like a Pinapple, something she had seen from Saddle Arabia, and partaken of. The woman pulled it back, ready to lob it. Luna took the chance in her distraction, to lower the field, managing to blast her into the umbilical cable.

The cable itself was filled with flame as the grenade went off. The ship outside listing side ways as the explosion ripped its way into the large drop ship. The other humans manages to escape Spikes wrath, only to be caught and captured by the remaining Secret Service members.

End of Flash Back, Back to Present Day Equestria.

Celestia shed new tears as the memories came rushing back. Did she blame all of humanity? No, not at all. Did she trust them? Never again. A few days before she had stopped the advancing shield and called the newly opened Bureaus to close their doors. Much to the humans mixed reactions. Some welcomed the sight of the hated bureaus closing down. Others though that it was the beginning to an invasion. Night fell as Celestia as well fell, into a slumber, like so many nights before, clutching her sons claw and crying herself to sleep.