The Equestrian Zombie War

Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
1st of January, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)
The Quarter Review

Well, it has been one hell of a quarter. Kicked off with Luna’s return, and the systematic defeat (and a reformation) of some of the worst enemies we’ve encountered. We’ve never had such terrific progress since the beginning of the millennium.

It’s too bad we’re getting more and more rivals in the world stage. The deers recovered from their not-too-graceful defeat and formed a shared wealth system, the Griffon Reich recovered rapidly from the Great War, and we have a couple of new world powers, Prance and Saddle Arabia among them (It’s about time for those desert folks). I need to remind Foreign Affairs of the increase in surveillance tech.

Medical tech’s managed to catch up with magic. Two methods are better than one. Too many new contraptions for an old pony to remember them all (not that I’m looking the age, thank the Mother for ageless spells AND immortality). Sweetie Belle showed me what she referred to as a tablet computer. Apparently its been around for some time. (Note to self, really need to catch up on tech development) (Twilight probably caught up with it. Maybe. Not too sure)

The ponies of the Equestrian Royal Intelligence Services (ERIS) and the Royal Equestrian Army Command and Headquarters (REACH) have served well these past 25 years. We’ve fought off a deer-dragon joint invasion, and fought the Griffon Reich to a near standstill. Sure, we kind-of-lost in the end, but at least we forced a civil war within the deer. It’s too bad the deer victors formed a rather, ah, restrictive government.

The griffins managed to achieve superpower status, much to our chagrin. We barely managed to receive said title in 20 J.R.
Of course, with all these new techs there is no way the military’s not using them. We have intercontinental missiles, spells of mass destruction (Memo to readers: They are not a TOY. We do not want a repeat of 15). And as much as I hate to say it, the griffons aren’t doing too shabby too. I’ve seen a demonstration of their assault rifles. While they are inferior in terms of damage, they spit out bullets faster than 10 of our common rifles. The only things that match them in rate of fire are our submachine guns.

While the increase in military technology is substantial, we balanced it out with amicable relations between the countries. Of course, sore points still exist, but for the most part, no open hostilities have been shown between nations.

All in all, I dare to call the last two-and-a-half decades the beginning of a new era.

PS: Forgot to mention the battle rifles. It fires full rifle cartridges with the magazine size of an assault rifle. Now we can somewhat compete with the assault rifles.

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Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
5th of April, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

Fluttershy left for a trip to deer territory. She said they needed a doctor. Oddly enough, I recall her being a veterinarian, unless somepony down at Foreign Affairs have some really weird sense of humor.

I showed Luna around Stalliongrad. Said city has been significantly renovated in the past years. Now the city’s called the Crooked Jewel, in respect for the bloody civil war battle. Now while we’re on the subject, the city’s population is relatively stable since the deer invasion. Ponies and other folks decide that a gambling city or the so called Big Apple is far more interesting. Uncultured buffoons, obviously. A Stalliongrad merchant is worth 10 Manehatten police officers.

Somepony at REACH sent me a message. Took me 3 hours to realize said message is in my email. I’m getting slow.
Anyways, it showed a muddy battlefield. Based on the quality, I’d say it’s dated from the Great War. I see some trench lines, so it must be a buried trench. I almost feel sorry for the casualties there.

Come to think of it, I think they called said trench the ‘trench of buried souls’. I’ll look up the old files.

Says here a skirmish occurred between a deer contingent and a couple dozen ponies. The deer soldiers breached the trenches, and in the commotion, an explosion buried the trenches. Poor bastards, they probably suffocated. The rain made it far too hard to see what exactly is happening when it did, or before it did. It’s still raining there, today. At least once a month a thunderstorm happens there, and then a week of light rain. Some sort of weather effect, maybe the opposite of a rain shadow. I have no idea what to call it.

Sweetie Belle’s performing in the opera house today. I need to see it, always worth it.

PS: Increased surveillance status on Ms. Diamond Tiara’s company. A few agents noticed odd shipments in her name from the Reich. Smuggler, it seems.
PPS: Hey, I said Ms. instead of Fr. I must be losing my grip on Griffish/Deutsch. Curses, I need to speak entirely in Deutsch tomorrow.

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Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
13th of May, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

The International Conference chose to hold the annual summit in Manehatten (1-7 June). To my chagrin, this meant more work for ERIS. It’s fortunate Captain Armor decided to assist us with the security. How nice of the Crystal Empire to lend in a hoof.

Agents from the griffin-deer border reported a heightened security check. From what I’ve gathered so far, the Politburo has found something. Perhaps an ‘accident’ happened. Probably so.

Twilight shared her concern of Fluttershy to me. She insisted that the deer could close off the border anytime soon. I found this rational, but regrettably, ERIS’ presence in the Deer Republic is not large enough. Their own intelligence service, as much as I hate to say it, may have matched ours. And so, I told Twilight I cannot easily pull some strings in the Politburo. On the other hoof, I might send in an agent or two to retrieve Fluttershy. I wonder if Serene’s available.

I’ve received more reports on suspicious shipments received by Ms. Diamond Tiara. Her branch in South Zebrica is currently being monitored after last night’s shipment.

Unfortunately, this entry will be short for now. Luna’s calling, I think she wants me to accompany her in her nightly visit to the streets. In her disguise, no less.

Note: Must find better hiding spot for that horrid hat. Yellow and starry blue DO NOT mix well.

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Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
29th of May, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

The Deer Politburo closed the border, and Fluttershy still has not returned.
And now Twilight’s completely freaking out. And so is her friends. In Canterlot Castle, no less.
I really need to add more Anti-Pinkie Pie safety measures.

Scratch that, I have larger concerns, such as the report I received from Detachment 15. Apparently one of the agents present freaked out over a claw clutching him. He almost buried the entire team when he detonated a grenade. Dummkopf, the field manual clearly stated not to use grenades in close quarters.

The unprofessionalism exhibited is not what I’m concerned about. Said agent reported a corpse embedded in the walls of the cave clutching his horn. It was by pure dumb luck that he managed to escape. Now, about the corpse;

There have been reports of necromancers, pony or no pony, reanimating the dead. Of course, I could dismiss it as nonsense, but Twilight lives close to the very gates of hell. I ordered the team to investigate the surrounding area in case said necromancer is around. While he/she may be an isolated threat, a necromancer must not be close to graveyards. Very bad idea, everypony knows that.

On another note, there have been several odd cases coming from the Changeling territory, as well as reports of riots in South Zebrica. I’ve dispatched agents to investigate both incidents.

A few days remain before the summit, and while I’m confident in it, I can’t help but feel something has gone terribly wrong, somewhere out there.

We’ll be ready for it, we all will.