The Equestrian Zombie War

Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
31st of May, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

We received the warrant to investigate what Diamond Tiara has been shipping these past few months. Now I do love some good old fashioned drugs bust.

Aerial reconnaissance show the widespread presence of deer forces close to the Neighpon border. I fear a war is coming.

Apparently we’ve got an outbreak of rabies in South Zebrica, and the poor folks there have erupted in panic. Nothing too major, from the looks of it, just an isolated case. But what really annoys us is all these letters from the changelings. They really need to find something else to do than flood our inbox with murder cases. Go consult a detective, not your neighbouring country.

The ponies over at Foreign Affairs got overwhelmed with an absurdly large amount of letters as well as emails; they had to spill over to ERIS. Lucky us. I received one or two myself, and I had to write back to Foreign Affairs as well as the changelings that ERIS is not a mail delivery organization. Unfortunately, said letters weren’t from the changelings. I feel stupid now.

The Mossad, it would seem, sent a case file specifically for me. Now, normally I reject case files, but when the second most efficient intelligence service starts sending classified files, something must be off.

Said file reported cases of rabies from as far as the Fillypines, apparently the same type as the South Zebrican rabies. It advised numerous countermeasures, including wall building, medical examination, use of guard dogs, nation-wide lockdown. If only they trust us more, because they forgot to mention what exactly is so dangerous about said rabies.

Fortunately, the footnote added some details; Prime Minister Heavenly Gift is making an address on this case. I look forward to it.

News just came in; Flight 575 crashed midway from reaching Manehatten. No survivors reported. The team is still digging for the black box, but early reports indicate a terrorist snuck on board. Funnily enough, the politburo authorized its departure. Bad news for any foreigners still inside the republic, Fluttershy included regrettably.

Tomorrow we open the 17th International Conference Summit. All guests have checked in the hotels, the building’s ready, and we’re good to go.

Almost forgot; Twilight told me what the Saddle Arabians said in the message. Apparently they fear an invasion by Israfoal forces. From current estimates, they won’t make it past four days.

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Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
1st of June, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

Today has just been wonderful

Luna and I had quite the time showing some guests around Manehatten. And for once, Twilight lets go of her worries about Fluttershy. Finally some break from her freak outs.

Mossad official Warmhoof contacted me through phone. He somehow knew about our planned drugs bust. I suppose I could forgive it, for the sake of good relations. He offered help on the drugs bust, believing it to be related to what he’s currently working on. I agreed, and in return asked what exactly was so dangerous about the ‘South Zebrican rabies’

He told me the answer is in my inbox. Knew it, I missed the rest of the report. Before he hung up, Warmhoof asked for my input for the report. He said to send the suggestions by mail.

Ah well, one day off shouldn’t be too bad for the brain. Luna pointed out I had been somewhat overworking lately.

Twilight received the honors of opening the Summit. A massive round of applause followed. I envy her speeches.

The drugs bust team is waiting in Baltimare, where a shipment is due to arrive on the 3rd. Wish I was there.

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Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
2nd of June, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

As Warmhoof said, the report is in my inbox. I seriously need to mark which is spam and which is not.

The report informed me of how Israfoal failed to anticipate the sudden attack by Saddle Arabian forces during the Great War. While they successfully knocked the Arabs back, the Mossad felt a need to improve. The 10th Pony policy was created.

Basically, when 9 intelligence analysts reach the same conclusion, the 10th Pony must think otherwise. The 10th pony was to search for the truth no matter how ridiculous it might seem. Again, Equestria could learn a thing or two from Israfoal.

Now, to be honest, I did not see this coming.

A virus, a virus turning the living and the dead into mindless savages, raving for flesh, and we failed to notice. I take back what I said about the changeling invasion; this is now the worst intelligence fuckup we ever had. How in the name of the mother did we fail to see something so obvious?

Now obviously, there has to be a magical element in said virus. Perhaps it was a botched experiment from the days of the Equestrian Civil War. Regardless, I’ve assigned Serene to head the team currently working on obtaining the virus sample.

Warmhoof helpfully warned me to start taking counter measures. Should be easy, if I didn’t need to run into the Day/Night Council for approval. Those imbeciles would not trust us since we failed to win the Great War.

Now, I sent copies of the report to all ERIS members, as well as REACH, as well as a few orders of my own. It’s fortunate I still have agents working on the internet service providers. Makes monitoring feed so much easier.

Speaking of which, Warmhoof linked several web pages on the rabies outbreak. The Mossad managed to bypass the deer firewall, obtained information on the South Zebrican riots, and gathered evidence about Detachment 15. I need to hire a new archivist.

It all makes sense, really.

I think I know what Heavenly Gift is planning to announce tomorrow.

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Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
3rd of June, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

The Day and Night council denied my request for military intervention in the Far East. They opted to lay back and see what would come out of this pandemic.

Heavenly Gift made his address on the outbreak. The building went silent as we tried to process it. Of course, no one batted an eye when he stepped down from the podium, and the matter is forgotten.

Twilight failed to convince the others of the immediate danger, and consulted my help. I replied that we’re doing what we can, and I asked her in return to convince Celestia and Luna of the outbreak’s true danger.

We intercepted the shipment in Baltimare, and to my personal disgust, it was filled with harvested organs. The deer has been running the organ trade in the past couple years, and while we managed to find the occasional organs we never quite managed to convict the dealer. Not anymore.

Ms. Diamond Tiara was arrested in her home on account of illegal trading. At least, that was the only charge, until we discovered the presence of the virus in several of the organs.

I mailed the report to Warmhoof, with several bits of addition. We also monitored the feed on the internet. Long story short, a significant portion of the internet community refused to believe this case. I tried unsuccessfully to convince them; pointing out absurd situations we faced before (The Discord incident, for example. And then there was the Parasprite Infestation)

Twilight and her friends asked me to pick up Fluttershy from the deer republic. With the outbreak in progress, I can hardly reject their request now.

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Journal 251
Property of Director Resolute
4th of June, 25 J.R. (Joined Reign)

The summit’s been cancelled. I barely stopped a full blown brawl in the conference room between the Turkish delegate and the Arabian delegate. To clarify, Turkey and Saddle Arabia had entered a state of war with each other.

The details are a bit messy, but from scattered information, I concluded that a large amount of refugees were denied access to the Turkish border. For good measure, Turkey destroyed several critical crossings into the country. Before the delegates present could defuse the situation, they started launching missiles.

Warmhoof informed of Israfoal’s status. The country closed off their borders, but still allowed entry once the immigrants passed careful screenings.

Luna and Celestia gave a speech in an attempt to calm the Turks and Saddle Arabians. It failed, obviously.

The Day and Night council gave approval for intervention. Well it’s about time.

The Crystal Empire declared a state of emergency, despite the fact that the outbreak hasn’t even reached them. Shining Armor informed me of their preparations for war. I can hardly blame him. When two countries as close as Turkey and Saddle Arabia declare war with each other, it’s entirely possible a griffin attack could occur.

Serene’s team have not returned from South Zebrica. The country’s put under martial law, and all teams save for Serene’s team have withdrew.

I discussed the incidents with Twilight, and she suggested consulting a zebra hermit by the name of Zecora. Apparently, she has a reputation as a competent healer, and is quite versed in old legends.

While I distrust old stories and traditionalists, I can’t help but agree with her on this; sometimes the old ways are the best.

All things consider, I hope her advice is practical in the long run,

Time will tell