Conversion Bureau: Papers, please

                                                      ( Border Checkpoint in East Grestin )

"Papers, please."

A middle aged man slid his passport and work permit to the inspector, which bared an Obristanian insignia. The inspector looked over the work permit and passport but saw no discrepancies, so he stamped it with an ink pad that said "Approved" and slid both the papers back to the Obristan man.

"Cause no trouble." The inspector said, getting no response. He reached for the microphone that was attached to the loud speaker outside. "Next."

An edgy looking man walked into the booth, shifting around uncomfortably.

"Papers, please."

A passport slid into the booth to the inspector. He picked it up and glared at the man, thinking to himself, "Kolechian..."

"Is there something wrong?" the Kolechian man worriedly asked.

"What is your purpose for visiting?"

"Uhmm, I'm just visiting."

The inspector glared at him once more. "You have been selected for random search. Please face the scanner."

"No no no this is a mistake! You see-"

The inspector cut him off, "Be quite or face prosecution."

The scanner flashed twice and the results came to the inspector, and he looked over it. The Kolechian man had a good quantity of illegal drugs strapped to his leg. "We have zero tolerance for your kind." The inspector said.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Wait here." The inspector closed the shutter which received a frightened response from the Kolechian man.

"What is this!?"

Two men walked to the booth's door, wearing green greatcoats and black ushankas that bared the Arstotzkan crest on the front of it. One man seemed to have not shaven in the recent morning and not taking care of his hair while the other man seemed perfectly shaved and cleaned, never the less they both held AK-74's and glared down the Kolechian scum.

"Out!" one of them said, grabbing the mans arm.

"Please, this is a mistake! Y-you see I was forced to-"

"Shut your mouth." One of the guards responded. The two guards walked the offender to god knows where, and the man was most likely to never be seen again.

"Another day in glorious Arstotzka." The inspector said to himself. He reached for the microphone again, but before he had a chance to speak through it he heard a sonic boom. Although this was no ordinary sonic boom. This one shattered the windows and knocked him to the ground. He immediately stood up as quick as he could and looked around. The guards were shouting into their radio but he could not hear what they were saying, he was dumbstruck to what had just happened.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

                                                       ( Seven Hours Later, Unspecified location )

A tall black-haired man walked through a well lit, but seemingly old hallway that was bustling with activity. The man wore an olive-drab green uniform with various medals on it and golden crests on the shoulders, which bared M.O.I on it. The man also held a yellow folder that seemed to be filled with a good amount of papers that also bared the Ministry or Information crest on it, along with "Classified." He walked down the hallway until he reached a door that stated "Authorized Personnel Only," on the front of the door. He opened it, and inside were two military officers arguing with a man in a suit, who appeared to be the Minister of Defense, although the arguing stopped when the uniformed man entered.

"Ah, Mister Vitaly, it is an honor to speak to you." The uniformed man said with a heavy accent.

"The pleasure is mine." The minister responded. "What are you here for?"

"The Ministry of Information has found the source of that large shock wave that rocked the country.."

"Well, what was it? A Kolechian terrorist attack? An atomic bomb?"

"No, neither of those. In fact it had nothing to do with Kolechia or or any other country in the continent."

"Then what was the source?"

The agent from the M.O.I placed the folder on the Minister's desk and opened it, revealing orbital pictures that were taken two hours ago.

"What am I looking at?" the Minister asked. Almost immediately afterwards, the agent pointed to the Arstotzkan coast. "Good god." the Minister responded. There seemed to be an insanely huge island where the ocean was supposed to be. The island itself was shy near the size of Arstotzka itself. "Trofim, send word to the second fleet and get some visual on this island."

"Yes Minister," the officer said and saluted, then making his way towards the communications hub.

"Let us see what the future holds for us." Minister Vitaly mumbled to himself.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

                                                     ( Somewhere off the coast of Arstotzka )

The wind and waves blasted onto the side of the missile boat, occasionally splashing the Arstotzkan marine with mist, but he did not mind. To him it was just another day serving Glorious Arstotzka. The marine adjusted his black beret on his head, rubbing his unshaven stubble and securing his AK-74 to his combat uniform. His Tsko camouflage stood out, in the blue ocean, as well as his black gloves and ammunition pouches.

"Mikhail!" a sailor said to the marine while jogging up to him. "Did you hear about the island that has appeared eighty kilometers from here?"

"Bullshit." Mikhail replied. "An island doesn't just appear."

"Aye but you're wrong this time my friend. It is true and we have orders to be dispatched there to investigate."

Mikhail was skeptical, to the point where he thought his sailor friend had accidentally inhaled diesel fumes."You are crazy man Yegor, I must ask my superiors about this situation."

"Do so Mikhail, they will say the same as me!" the sailor responded while smirking.

"Alright you crazy bastard." Mikhail responded while making his way to the captains deck. He traversed the stairs and looked out into the ocean while doing so. Had he seen land out in the distance? He did not know. It looked like it but he took it off as his mind playing tricks on him.

After making his way up the exterior stairs, he knocked on the steel door. Another marine of higher rank opened it up, asking a question. "What is it you need comrade?"

Mikhail responded, "I have been hearing rumors of an island appearing some many kilometers away?"

"Yes, those rumors are true. A task force has been sent to investigate because the whole fleet could not leave the Arstotzkan coast. The task force includes this missile boat along with four destroyers, a landing ship and a battle cruiser." Mikhail's peer responded.

"How is this possible? An island?"

"I do not know, but get ready for a landing. We will be there in under two days, departing in two hours. Glory to Arstotzka." He said while closing the hatch door.

Mikhail sighed and mumbled to himself, "Glory to Arstotzka..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

                                           ( Canterlot Castle Garden, Seven hours after arrival )

Twilight Sparkle sat in the garden looking at all the stone statues, a testament to all the enemies they have destroyed. She was unsure about Celestia's decision, to leave the war-torn planet of Equis to come to Earth and face one last enemy, and then unconditional peace forever. Or so was the theory. Any time she questioned her mentors actions they were immediately shot down by the part of her that loved Celestia even more. "Well if it means unconditional peace for the rest of eternity, then I guess its worth it."

A pegasus guard walked up to the newly crowned Alicorn. "Princess, her majesty Celestia requests your presence in her quarters."

"Very well." She replied.

"Do you need an escort your majesty?"

"No thank you, I can go on my own." The guard merely bowed and they went their separate ways. Twilight focused on her horn and teleported to Celestia's private room.

"Twilight, how nice to see you!" she said and nuzzled her student.

"What did you need me for, princess?" She asked curiously and excitedly.

"Oh you don't need to refer to me as princess anymore, remember that." Twilight was slightly embarrassed from that comment. "Although I have an assignment for you."

"Oh? What kind of assignment?"

"I need you to go with one of our diplomats to the Human mainland with a detachment of guards and make first contact."

Twilight's stomach dropped. "First contact, princess?"

"Yes Twilight, you are the only one I can trust with such a task. Do not worry though, the guards will keep you safe if anything happens with the Humans." Twilight sighed. "Your chariot will arrive in one hour, and it will be a two hour flight to the mainland."

With that statement, the two alicorns went their separate ways and the youngest prepared for her journey somewhere a pony has never set foot.