Conversion Bureau: Papers, please

                                                ( Somewhere over Arstotzka, 40 hours after arrival )

"Sabre 1-1, radar contact, closing fast. No frequency ping coming back, lack of IFF tone, over" The pilot said into his comms.

"Roger Sabre," Air control replied. "Get a visual on target, determine its threat level, out"

"10-4 control, over and out." He was closing in on the target, ready to shoot it down if it posed a threat. If it did not threaten his country then he would escort it to the nearest airbase. The aircraft would not respond to any

He saw something in the air about a mile out, which he presumed to be his target. He spoke into his comms, "Unidentified aircraft you are in restricted Arstotzkan airspace, turn heading west and proceed." Won't hurt to try one more time he thought to himself, and not to his surprise he got no message back.

Closing in on the target, he flew right by it. It took him a few seconds to realize it hadn't looked like any aircraft he'd seen in his life. He questioned what it was and turned his aircraft to the right and banked. Closing in again, he put the Sukhoi on level with the unknown aircraft. Once he matched it's speed he looked at it.

"What the... fuck?" He said to himself, not sure out of awe or shock. It seemed that the aircraft was being pulled by four horses with wings, and the craft itself was filled with white horses that seemed to be wearing armor made of pure gold. There was one that stuck out, a violet pony with wings and a horn.

"Control, I have visual on the aircraft, over."

"Roger Sabre can you identify the target?"

"Negative, it seems to be... flying horses pulling a flying cart... over."

"... Say again sabre?"

"Flying ponies, pulling a flying cart."

"Is this some kind of joke, sabre?"

"Negative control, either I lost my mind or its right next to me, I will escort them to the airbase, threat level is assumed to be nonexistent. Over and out."

"Roger sabre, over and out."

He made a gesture to the ponies, universally stating 'follow me,' and to his surprise they followed.

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Twilight couldn't believe her eyes, and she assumed the rest of the guards with her were too, in shock. It seemed that the "bird" was not a bird at all, in fact it seemed to be a machine. A loud machine at that... Looking at the front there seemed to be some sort of creature inside looking at the carriage. It made a gesture with one of its arms.

"Princess." The captain said to Twilight. "I think the creature wants us to follow it?"

"Then do so captain." She replied. "It might lead us to its superiors."

"Yes, princess." He walked to the front of the carriage and yelled to the pegasi upfront. "We're following the machine! Keep a constant speed!"

"Yes, sir!' The pegasi responded in unison. The machine slightly turned to the left and the carriage followed.

"Where do you think its taking us?" Twilight asked the captain.

"I don't know, but it is our duty to protect you no matter what the cost and we will do so," The captain said to her.

She sighed, she hoped nopony got hurt in the process of this diplomatic mission. She started thinking what was going to happen once they were able to land. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a plausible answer. She hated it when that happened. She sighed in frustration and put her hooves on her head.

The captain walked beside her ,"I believe we have arrived Princess."

She opened her eyes and looked at the ground below her. There was a long grey strip with another, smaller one branching off of it, and many same looking buildings lined up beside it, including a tower and one large main building. "What an odd place," she thought to herself out loud, and it seemed the guard detachment was as well dumbstruck.

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Major General Lipnitskaya watched the lone Su-27 land outside the window of the terminal. He bore an olive drab uniform with various medals, and his rank displayed on his shoulders as well as a grey beret that lay on his head. His face was shaven and hair clean and regardless of the light scars on his face he was a very presentable person for the People's Land of Arstotzka. After the Sukhoi landed he saw another, rather strange object land on the runway too. Initial reports told him about "Ponies," but he didn't know what to think. The object was about two thirds the size of the sukhoi and required much less runway to stop. He reached for his radio.

"Dispatch OMON, bring the visitors to Hangar 3, I will speak with them there." He put the radio back on his belt and made his way to said hangar.

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Sergi sat in the guard tower with his Dragunov SVD rifle when he saw the odd carriage land on the runway soon after the sukhoi. He had heard rumors of magical and colorful ponies coming from the other MP's, but he shrugged it off as another prank going around the base. He picked up his rifle and looked out towards the carriage.

"Well I'll be damned," he said, "The other MP's were right it seems." He rested the edge of the tower to make sure they didn't do anything that would be considered hostile, as was protocol. While looking through the scope he saw two BTR-80s drive up to the carriage and a group of OMON jumped off of one of them. The OMON without the helmet, who was wearing a crimson beret in place of it, walked up to the purple pony and started talking to it. He couldn't hear what they were saying but it seemed to go on for a few minutes and the Beret wielding OMON along with two other riflemen seemed to be escorting the purple pony as well as two pony guards. He laughed at the situation. "I had thought I had seen it all in Kolechnia!" He said outloud to himself. "Oh well, just another day in Glorious Arstotzka." He saw that the winter weather had started to become hazier, and in response, he opened up a flask he had hidden in his coat and took a nice, long swig.

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Twilight hadn't expected this to happen. She was being escorted along a long concrete strip by three humans, two of which seemed armed to the teeth. She didn't know much about war, so she was terrified by what the human soldiers could do. Her guards didn't seem nervous, and seemed very alert at the humans so that relieved her. She thought that her guards could probably easily deal with the humans if they tried something. Ten minutes into the walk they came upon a large, dark green building that was convex in shape.

"Welcome to Hangar 3." The leading escort said as he opened the door for her. She thanked him and walked in, although found it unnecessary that there was an open door large enough to fit the flying machine in. Speaking of which, two of those flying machines sat inside the building. Similar, but not the same as the one before. There were even more outside of the hangar that seemed to be covered, perhaps to protect them from the snow?

"Welcome to hangar 3!" a voice said across the building. It seemed to be another human wearing a dress uniform, and wearing a grey beret. "Please, follow me." The three humans and guards walked with the new coming general and came to a smaller building that seemed to be an office inside of the hangar. The OMON officer lowly waved his hand to his guards, telling them to stay outside of the building. Twilight assumed it was a formality so she did the same.

Upon entering the office building, it was heated unlike the cold winter weather. It also had very complex maps all around it with numerous bulletins and stick notes connect to them. Right behind the main desk was a large flag draped on the wall. The flag itself was black, and bared a screaming red eagle on it with three grey lines going through. She was fairly amazed at the office, but she snapped out of it as she was offered a seat to the desk. Sitting behind the desk was the Major General, and in front was the OMON officer and Twilight Sparkle.

'So..." the general started. "Why are you here?"