Operation Transform

Cairn McGregor, an old man who was a lobster fisherman, turned on the TV and saw what was on the International News.

"Earth's gas turning toxic, is this the end of us all, asked one of the scientists toda–" Click. Boring.

"In today's sports–" Click. Not in the mood for sports.

"I am here today to celebrate the opening of the first Conversion Bureau by both the UN, and Equestria. And here comes the first batch of people wanting to be converted. Hold on, is that Dr. Marcos Enriquez?" Cairn looked up and went closer to the television and listened more closely.

"Doctor Enriquez, are you sure about your choice?" the reporter asked. The man in a lab coat, an old friend of Cairn, looked at the camera and smiled.

"If I don’t survive this, then don't go. Anyways," he went closer to the pony who was waiting in the entrance, "I'm going to wait for a few days for this."

The reporter then looked back at the camera and smiled back. "This is Angela Fisherman, reporting from..." There was snickering from the humans close. "Reporting from Surabaya, Indonesia. God, I need a new name..."

Cairn smirked as he stood from his chair and began to pack his items so that he can get to the new Surabaya Conversion Bureau, not waiting for any more bureaus that might open near him.

In one of the houses near the new Conversion Bureau lies a Kopassus sniper, which was sent ahead to protect the new bureau. Nothing much has happened, until a smoke grenade disrupted its operations which attracted the Army forces including him. He raised his scope and began to search for the person responsible, only to miss said target.

"Damn it, a terrorist's already brewing up a storm here," he muttered in Indonesian language, "Where is that guy..."

Jonathan was looking bored again. 10 hours had been passed and the flights to Indonesia are already full. He should've seen this coming.

So he waited for an opening until a guy gave Jonathan a ticket, much to his surprise. He was about to ask why he gave that ticket, and the man replied with an complex answer. Jonathan just ignored the man afterwards.

"Okay, Johnny," Jonathan said to himself, "once I get there, I'm going to enjoy it until I've decided. I hope it's free... and no bad weather across the Pacific."

He then looked at his watch and heard his stomach grumble. "I'm getting hungry. Do I have anything to eat... Oh, right, chips. I have chips. I have chips in my bag."

As he was about to open his bag to eat a pack of chips, an announcement called out all passengers going to China. He looked at his ticket and followed. Once he was at his line, he waited until he got into the plane. However, this pattern was cut off when a guard pulled him into a private room.

Jonathan then recognized the officer, Half-Life 2 style.

"Andrew?" he called.

The guard smiled back, "nice to see you again, Johnny. See you got to use my spare ticket."

"What?" Jonathan was completely confused. "This ticket," he raised the ticket up, "is yours?"

"Yup, trip to China. VIP Plane. With me," Andrew began to pull Jonathan again, "you're coming along."

Jonathan couldn't help not to ignore this opportunity. And once they were at the plane, they were off. Andrew was still surprised all the way to China, which meant his clothes wasn't enough to last the cold.

"In today's news, the first conversion bureau was smoked by a terrorist, and reports are scattering that there's an human opposition group that was trying to stop the ponification camp. In other news—" Patricia wasn't amused at this news piece as she turned off the TV.

Humans turned into ponies? Completely impossible. Especially when these "pony" freaks ruined her dreams. Why should she even believe there was a place called Equestria?

Patricia shook her head. She should've went to bed. So she did, until her phone rang and she answered.

"Patricia O'Malley," Patricia greeted, then she recognized the voice. "Oh, hello mom. Yes, I'm fine. Wait, what? You lost your job? How? Oh. See you sometime mom. Bye."

She then headed straight into bed, unaware of a pony stalking her in her sleep.

Dr. Marcos Enriquez was lucky he smuggled his recording device in, and he began to talk and record about the events as the day passed.

"Salutations for my fellow people, this is Marcos, documenting from Day One." He sighed and took a glance around. "I should've not smuggled this in. They didn't have any metal detector spells yet. Princess Celestia doesn't know I'm here. Princess Luna has my blessing. All I know is they're setting up a new one on the other side of the Pacific rim."

"While here are what we did. We trained ourselves to act slightly like them. Not like walking on four legs though. Not like that. Who knows in the black market that we do it, haha."

"Anyways, I saw HLF terrorists. They're here. They want to stop Equestria from saving all that's left. I have a few seconds left, they're knocking." Marcos looked at the door before clicking the pause button. "So help me God."

The door then opened up to find a pony noticing the recorder. Marcos quickly raised his permit to bring it, and the pony ignored him as he went off. He then clicked the record button once more.

"I haven't told a thing about them ever since the First Contact. They're just like us, only more harmonious." Marcos smiled as he prepared to stop the recording. "This is Marcos Enriquez, signing off."