The Conversion Bureau: Onyx Kilij

The Conversion Bureau:  Onyx Kilij

Chapter 2

Kyuubi

Canterlot, Equestria

Princess Celestia looked at the drawings that Cadence made. The sitting fox with five tails forming a flower made her wonder who would use such logo. Flipping to the next sheet of paper, a sketch of an armed assailant showed that he wore clothing typical of human SWAT teams that police departments had when they needed to deal with armed assailants, hostage situations, and enforcing warrants. Weapons were detailed, an assault rifle along with a pistol, and a curved machete with the hilt that resembled of a saber sans the knuckleguard. The uniform showed the logo.  Why would these attackers have that logo on their uniforms?

A green flame materialized out of thin air, revealing a scroll. Using her magic, the parchment was unrolled.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I have managed to find information about the attackers who attacked the cruise ship that Cadence and Shining Armor were at.

These attackers are members of Kitsune Command.

The white alicorn continued to read.

According to my research, Kitsune Command was a paramilitary unit founded when the country known as the United States of America was plunged in a state of civil war due to disagreements between the political class and the citizens.   When the war occurred, this paramilitary unit was fighting the US government using both conventional and unconventional methods.  They were involved in the Western Campaign of the 2nd American Civil War fighting across the provinces of California, Nevada, the Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. The Unit became famous for pulling the heists many deemed impossible.

The heists they pulled was the extraction of the US Federal Gold Reserve in a place called Fort Knox, the second heist was the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, in which massive amounts of gold were stolen so that the other Rebel militias could be funded.  The last heist was the extraction of many weapons from an American government agency which were supplied to the rebellion or sold across to criminal groups in Mexico.

The US Federal Government won the war, the rebel militias, fearing for their lives scattered across the Earth, Kitsune Command joining them. Unlike the rest of the units which became mercenaries or security specialists around the world, they set up in area called the Caribbean and established a network of crime.

Kitsune Command has been involved in robberies South America, the Caribbean, and as far to the Continent of Africa. They are involved in arms smuggling, protection rackets, stock market manipulation, price fixing, extortion, assassination, and corruption.

The organization is composed of ex-US Military along with ex-SWAT members from various police departments along with intelligence specialists, how this paramilitary managed to attract such people is unknown, but I theorize that they must have been dissatisfied members of society who joined the citizen’s armed struggle against their government.

Kitsune Command has ties with other criminal organizations such as the Mexican and Colombian drug cartels, the Corsican Union, the Italian Mafia, along with many more to name.

This criminal organization is a threat far more dangerous than the Human Liberation Front which is spread across the world. There is no link between these two so far…

Celestia stopped reading the letter.  This criminal organization was responsible for giving Cadence PTSD, the events of the attack left her psyche in a state of hurt.  Whatever they did, a price shall be paid for their transgressions.  The leader of Equestria teleported to the gardens to think of her next move.

Kitsune Command Mobile HQ:  The Mega Yacht *Kyuubi of the Abyss*

Sargasso Sea

The large seafaring vessel was currently anchored in the middle of this sector of the Atlantic Ocean, the water splashing against it casually. Seaweed of large size poked out of the surface of the waters. Kitsune Fox troopers patrolled the vessel, to ensure no intruders got on board, their assault rifles set on full auto to ensure a hit.

“I don’t think you understand the situation our country is in. With your support, the support of Kitsune Command, the Human Liberation Front will succeed in expelling the ponies that escaped the Deportation. There are still PER members hiding amongst them. Your unit, the one that pulled the heists could have use in our ranks.”  A white American wearing Type 99 camouflage explained.

Bakemono Kitsune glared at the man. “I have said it once and I will say it again: My unit is not interested in your little racist organization. I am not as dense as you think. Joining you will be a mistake, and by making that move, I will attract the attention of the Federals. Do you know I am a marked man? If they discover I have set foot in the mainland, I will be executed without a trial for war crimes that I did not commit.”

“We can arrange false documentation and…” The man was interrupted.

A sharp Shamshir was pointed to the man’s throat. Bakemono poked the blade lightly. “I will gently repeat myself HLF scum. My answer is no. I have been very tolerant of selling your pathetic organization firearms and ammunition, to help my fellow American in exercising their rights but instead I find out that there’s morons fighting an enemy that cannot do anything compared to what we can do.” Bakemono said with a venomous tone.

The man gulped.

The blade was sheathed.

“You have wasted your time along with mine.” Bakemono hissed.

In the skies of the Sargasso Sea, an Equestrian airship began its routine patrol.  The airship was of standard Equestrian make, a large balloon with a wooden boat suspended on it.  The flag of the PER flapped against the wind. A telescope focused on the stopped vessel. The unicorn spotter announced that a target of opportunity. Several Newfoal pegasi and Bat-Ponies launched towards the watercraft, unaware of the consequences of brash thinking.

“ALERT! UNKNOWN ENEMIES ARE APPROACHING THE YACHT! SEAL OFF ALL SECTORS!  ALL GUNNERY CREWS ARE TO TAKE COMMAND OF THEIR POSTS! BAKEMONO KITSUNE MUST BE PROTECTED ALL COSTS!” A voice from the PA yelled.

Several parts of the yacht were sealed off.

The Newfoal Pegasi and Bat-Ponies came into view.

The Fox Troopers began to open fire at the sky. Machine gun turrets began to appear, scattering lead everywhere.  One trooper reloaded quickly and resumed firing towards the enemies.  The Newfoal pegasi kept flying in circles, trying to find an opening. The bullets kept flying in all directions, denying the winged ponies an opportunity to land.  Bullet cases of all calibers decorated the floor as they were ejected from the guns.

The HLF Representative heard the gunfire outside. “What is going on?”

“It seems that we have some uninvited guests to our meeting.” Bakemono pressed a button which opened up a secure communication line. “This Bakemono speaking. Have you confirmed the identities of our attackers?”

The other line chirped. “Yes sir. Winged ponies, pegasi and these bat-like ones too.”

“Your orders are to capture one of these ponies alive.” Bakemono then turned to the HLF Representative. “A gift from us to your organization, but do not think we are going to join you. We are not interested in your so called ‘struggle’. The real struggle for us is the restoration of the true America, not your racist bigoted policies of ‘supremacy’ as you call them.”

A Newfoal Bat-Pony landed along with other pegasi. “All of you. Join us. It’s your only salvation.” They chanted as the readied vials with a strangle purple-and-black liquid.

Two Fox Troopers fired upon the winged Newfoals. The bullets tore holes across their bodies. The ponies hit the floor, blood pouring out of the wounds.  A trooper pelted a pegasus in flight.  The winged pony hit the ocean.

The Newfoal pegasus flailed desperately, trying to get out but it was futile. What? My strength! I can’t do anything! Why can’t I swim!? HELP! SOMEPONY HELP ME!  He continued to sink, eventually he went limp, and his body disappeared into the darkness below.

The attack on the mega yacht was repelled after a hour of combat.  Only five Fox Troopers were hit by the potion, but were mercifully killed to prevent further Ponification.  A Newfoal pegasus stallion was captured as per the Bakemono’s orders.  The pony was tied up and loaded into the HLF helicopter. The rotorcraft took off for the horizon.

The yacht sailed back to its home port with the sun setting behind it.

Western Sahara

“In other news, the Ponies for Earth’s Rebirth detonated a serum filled bomb in Corsica, converting about 20 people….”  The radio was turned off.

Nikolaos Drakonakos couldn’t help but to think lowly of the ponies. Who where they to claim moral superiority? Or to come here and take away people because they offered a utopia? The world was indeed a crapshack but escaping it was no solution to the problem, a strange train of thought for an arms dealer.  Holstering his Beretta 92, he left his residence and into his personal vehicle, an off-road Jeep.  The plane with his cargo was going to arrive in 30 minutes along with the customers.

Reaching a makeshift airfield, the vehicle stopped.

A cargo plane managed to land perfectly.  A crew began to unload the cargo. Several Little Bird Helicopters arrived to perform their patrol and security duties. Armed guards wearing modified chocolate chip camo with a patch of a European red dragon with two crossed rifles began to move around the bazaar, ensuring the merchandise was safe and to prevent theft. Vehicles of all makes and years came to the airfield, business was ready to start.

Niko smiled as business transactions occurred. Cash being paid up front, Swiss bank account transfers, the works.  This was the good life.

A customer, a Cosa Nostra representative was looking at a particular weapon. It was a rifle that came out straight from a videogame, sleek, slender, futuristic, and with a “fire axe” styled shoulder stock. The Greek approached the display and demonstrated the rifle. “This one is a Type 04 Blaster Rifle. It’s also known as a Star Fox since it resembles the weapon used in the videogame.”

The Italian seemed interested in the weapon. He demanded to know more about it.

Niko gladly explained. “This weapon uses the same technology that powers the new United States Air Force Alpha-Class VTOL fighter jet. The one with the twin laser cannons. This is the same technology in a portable package. Unlimited ammo and with a fun setting.”  Grabbing the rifle, he pulled the trigger back, the barrel of the rifle began to build energy.  It went from green to blue to a blood red.  The comet of energy hissed away as it vanished into the sky. “This can destroy a car to a military tank and if in the correct platform, an airplane.”

“How much for one of these?” The Italian asked.

“$50 million for a Type-04.” Niko answered.

“What!?” The Italian gritted the price under his teeth.

“About 20 of these were made and they were not easy to obtain.” Niko said. “There is no demand for energy weapons yet. So until more Type-04s are produced, $50 million will be selling price.”

The Italian left in frustration.

An oil sheikh looked at a hologram of the Alpha-Class VTOL Fighter Jet. A sinister smile was plastered on his face, he had use for such an aircraft.

Nikolaos held a VHS-2 assault rifle with an underbarrel grenade launcher, showing it to a Yakuza representative. “This is the same rifle that Kitsune Command uses whenever they pull their raids or heists across the world. As you can see here, it comes with a grenade launcher which can fire various types of  40mm grenade.  I sell them for about $3000 per unit. If you want cheaper, the AK rifles are on the next display to your right.”

Business was booming.

Hong Kong Conversion Bureau

Several masked Triads armed with Bakalov assault rifles chambered in 7.62x39mm entered the Bureau. They announced in English and Chinese that they were here for the cash. Any attempts to resist the attack would be met with deadly force.  Two of the criminals moved while two stayed in the lobby to keep an eye on the hostages.

The Bureau’s alarm was triggered as the vault was breached.

The unicorn receptionist’s horn began to glow. Automatic fire ended the threat. The rest of the hostages screamed as the gunfire stopped.

Police sirens were heard from the outside. “We got company!” One Triad hollered.

The other Triad walked out of the Bureau. Quickly reloading his weapon, he aimed down through the sights. A hail of bullets left the barrel as the bullets were ejected.  The police took cover behind the doors of their cruisers.  The gunfire continued, just what the hell was this guy using?  When would he run out of ammunition?

“We got the money! We’re fighting our way through!”

A Triad swapped the standard magazine for the drum magazine.  Coming out first, he began to fire on the police vehicles screaming sadistically as he walked towards them.  “WE ARE HERE FOR THE BUREAU’S MONEY! THIS IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS!”

It ended with dead officers, damaged police vehicles, and a wounded Triad.  The media was all over the robbery, wondering who or what supplied the Triads with such weaponry and the training to take on the police like they did.