Meine Freunde und meine Unterdrücker

by Black Iron Tarkus

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Princess Luna, Changelings, Spike, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Tragedy, Human, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 8658

Alternate history, where Nazis won the the war and are now capable of space travel.

What if Hitler planned the Nazi invasion more carefully?
What if Hitler kept his treaty with Stalin and didn’t invade Russia?
What if all of Europe fell into Nazi Germany’s iron grasp by the year 1947?
What if Japan didn’t stop at Pearl Harbor, and continued throughout the west coast of the US?
What if Japan’s attack disabled the US military?
What if Japan then conquered eastern Asia?
What if Russia annexed North America before the axis powers were ready again?
What if the earth was divided between four powers by the year 1958?
What if the space race continued between the axis and communist powers for 125 years?
What if Russia created the first fully space-worthy vessel?
What if, knowing that the axis powers would inevitably attack, the USSR executed an evacuation of earth, seeking a planet to bolster their defense?
What if the Axis powers are now doing the same?
The year is 2145, the fight for supremacy is on, and the Nazis have found something.

Published 2012-05-22 07:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-05 13:23:48 UTC

Chapter I: Sie kommen

[AN:this first chapter is not written well, i'll admit that, but I'm currently too busy to fix it (since there's so much wrong with it T_T) this is far from my best work so please bare with me. the next chapter is monumentally better than this.]

In the black void of space, there drifted an enormous ship, belonging to the German empire. Its body was a total of 450 meters long, 50 meters high and 25 meters wide. At the front, there was a decorative diagonal point. The top was covered in canons and satellite antennas. And on the side was the German eagle, perching atop a swastika, painted in black across the silver hull. This was Die Lade des Dritten Reiches; the German Space forces’ pride and joy.

Standing at a window on the starboard side was a blonde-haired man in a uniform, looking out upon a planet. From its manifestation, it appeared to be covered in landmasses, as well as seas. This was something of great interest to the German government, considering the current conflict between them and the Soviet Union. A day before, the ship launched a terra-scanner, a newly manufactured device that would allow the user to scan an atmosphere of any planet. The planet’s appearance had caught their attention, leading them to believe that it was an ideal world for colonization.

A door opened behind the uniformed man, revealing another man in a uniform. He was carrying a stack of papers, and appeared to be sweating nervously.

“Colonel Kessler.” He said.

“Yes? What is it, Herr Lars?” The other man said, turning away from the window.

“The data from the scanner has come through.” Lars responded
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“At long last; has it detected anything worth our time?” Kessler asked.

“Yes, Herr Kessler, if fact, it has found a great deal of things.”

“Really? Such as?”

“Firstly, the planet seems to have a clean atmosphere, as well as breathable oxygen.” Lars stated, flipping through the papers.

“I see….” Kessler said, placing his hand on his chin.

“There is also lush soil, and the vegetation is quite similar to that on earth.” Lars added.

“Exellent, send for a building-crew; we start construction when they arrive.” Kessler said as he turned back to the window. But then, Lars continued.

“There appears to be something else; something that will be of great interest to the Führer.” He said. This caught the Commander’s attention. He turned around and locked eyes with Lars
“Go on.”

“The scanner has picked up structures, ones of…intelligent design.”

Kessler’s eyes widened at the last two words.

“Are you saying-?”

“We have located a civilization, Herr Kessler.”

Kessler hurriedly turned back to the window, and looked at the planet with an expression of astonishment. He turned back to Lars.

“Contact the Oberkommando; tell them everything, and request an invasion force, NOW!”

“Jawohl, Herr Kessler!” Lars Barked.

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“Everypony please take your seats.” Cheerilee called from the front of the class. It was Monday morning and the class was beginning a new subject.

"Alright everypony, today we’re going to be learning about Equestrian history.” Cheerilee said, directing the student’s attention to the chalkboard, everypony groaned.

“Boring.” Silverspoon said, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, yes, I know, you all may think that history is boring, but I think if you give it some time you may like some of the events of our history. Now, we’ll begin with-“

Cheerilee was interrupted by a loud rumble. The school-house shook, books fell from shelves, bulletin boards fell of their perches and objects flew from desks. The school widows then shattered without warning from the vibrations, causing everypony inside to scream.

“EVERYPONY OUT!” Cheerilee cried, knowing that the school could collapse. Cheerilee dropped the yardstick she was holding and rushed to the door, her class following. They all flooded outside.

“Is everypony alright?” Cheerilee asked the class. Before anypony could answer, however, a filly pointed a hoof at the sky with a wide-eyed expression.

“LOOK, UP THERE!” the filly squealed. Everypony whipped their heads toward the sky. They all gasped.

Sailing over them was a long, metal, behemoth. It was the largest thing any of them had seen. For a minute it had even blocked out the sun. As it passed over their heads, they saw the flames shooting out the back, creating a deafening sound and powerful winds, shaking the trees around them.

“Everypony, follow me!” Cheerilee shouted. Whatever that gigantic thing was, she could tell that everypony was in danger. Gathering her students she galloped back to Ponyville.

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Luna heard a loud rumble from her desk. Curious, she hopped up from her seat and walk toward her window. She pulled back the curtain revealing the Equestrian countryside. She noticed a glimmer in the horizon. She then could see the giant flying object passing over Ponyville, heading in the direction of Canterlot. freightened, Luna ran out her door and into the hallway, galloping in the direction of Celestia’s room. She saw several guards heading the opposite direction, toward the castle-courtyard. Arriving at her sister’s door, she literally burst into the room. She saw Celestia looking out her window.

“‘Tia! What is that?!” she screamed. At first, Celestia did not respond. But then, she turned her head toward her sister, with a mixed expression of uncertainty and fear.

“I don’t know Luna, but… I have a bad feeling about this.”

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“WHAT IN EQUESTRIA IS THAT?!”

“IT JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!”

“IT’S COMING THIS WAY!”

A crowd of fear stricken ponies gathered in the middle of Ponyville, looking at the spectacle of an object, flying over their heads. But the object was the least of their worries.

-THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM THOOM-

A muffled sound filled the air. Listening to it quietly, the ponies realized it sounded almost exactly like footsteps. But these didn’t sound like they only belonged to just one creature, but hundreds. Moment after moment, the sound seemed to getting closer. All of a sudden, the ponies could see a mass down the road that exited Ponyville. It appeared to be very wide and dark green, and several red specks suspended above it. As it drew closer, the red specks could be identified as red banners with an odd symbol displayed in black. A crooked cross? It came even closer, and the ponies were now VERY frightened.

The mass turned out to be a group of bipedal creatures, standing in a row and stepping forward in a perfectly synchronized march. They appeared to be wearing long green coats with body armor beneath them. Bowl-like helmets sat upon their heads, green like their uniforms. Their faces were concealed by masks. They held long, stick-like objects, which the ponies could only assume were weapons. Between each of the divisions were strange wagons; only they didn’t seem to have anything pulling them. They were green like the infantry’s uniforms, appeared to be metal and were slowly lumbering along, their wheels loudly clanking on the paved street.

“ Achtung, Achtung! Die Straße sofort räumen!” A voice boomed as they entered the town. The ponies had no idea what it had said, but they could tell it had asked, no, demanded they step aside.

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-Aboard Die Lade des Dritten Reiches-

“Approaching the capital, Shipmaster Weiss!” one of the navigators shouted to the ship’s commander. He stood behind the control bay’s staff, next to an older, balding man, whose uniform was more heavily decorated, and the commander.

“And so, another great period in the Third Reich begins.” The old man said.

"Great? HA! I highly doubt so, Herr; this shall be easy conquest. There will be hardly anything historical about this day." the Shipmaster snapped, a haughty grin on his face.

"Oh? How so Herr Weiss?" queried Kessler.

"How? look below you, what do you see?" the Shipmaster laughed, pointing downward. there was a large, round window on the floor of the control bay. Through this window, a small town could be seen.

"A simple town; why does that matter?" the Colonel responded.

"Exactly, a simple town. whoever these people are, they're obviously obsolete. i didn't have to read the report to know that these people are inferior to us. conquering them shall be like stepping over a corpse: over before it begins." the Shipmaster boasted, maintaining the same grin as before. the old man shot a glare at the Shipmaster.

"The conquest of this place is not what this is about. The first time the German Empire ever set foot on another planet, the first colony they established, and the first sentient beings they ever came in contact with. THAT is what shall make history this day." the old man said. the Shipmaster's expression changed.

"Forgive me, General, it was not my place to speak out of turn." the Shipmaster said, fabricating an apology. The the men's attention when back to the castle, which was getting closer and closer.

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Canterlot castle was abuzz. Guards scrambled to get to the courtyard, which was where the ship appeared to be headed. The two Regal Sisters, accompanied by a handful of guards, were going to the throne room.

“Has anypony found an interpreter?!” one of the higher-ranking guards shouted.

“Over here, sir!” a well suited unicorn yelled as he approached the princesses sides.

“Princess, the object should arrive in less than a minute!” A guard-pony barked as he passes them by.

“Sister, w-what could they possibly want from us?” said a scared Luna.

“It’s landed! It’s landed!”

Celestia briefly looked at the ground, seemingly nervous. Looking back at Luna, she simply stated:

“There’s only one way to find out.”
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-Corridors of Die Lade des Dritten Reiches-

“STEP ASIDE, MAKE WAY FOR GENERAL GOTTFRIED!” One of the troopers shouted as he, along with several others, guided the old man, Kessler, shipmaster Weiss and a diplomat down the halls of the ship toward the exit-ramp. Upon exiting Kessler looked around him. Many storm troopers had gathered in the courtyard. Tanks had also been unloaded, as well as radio-equipment, supply trucks and jeeps.

“Are you sure all THIS is necessary?” scoffed the Shipmaster.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” Gottfried answered.

“He has a point Herr; these people appear to not even be out of what we would consider an early renaissance period. I’m not sure that the use of Panzer has much of a point. After all, these people likely don’t even have the firepower that our infantry alone posses.” Kessler interjected.

“That is the point, my friend. Once the people of this world see the strength of Germany’s Third Reich they will know that to yield to us is their only option. Our Panzer shall shake the ground beneath them, our soldiers shall strike fear into their hearts, and our weapons shall level their mountains. We shall bend them to our will, as our first great Führer did with Europe.” Gottfried said. He was right. The Third Reich’s policy for conquest was always by fear. Their troopers’ uniforms, the way they marched, their anti-riot training were all designed to fill civilian masses with terror. It was terror that won them the second Great War. A trooper approached them, a Gewehr 37 in his hands.

“This way Herrn, the leaders are waiting inside.” The trooper informed them, pointing toward the Castle. They continued walking, as Kessler continued to observe their surroundings. He noticed the strange looking animals wearing golden armor, which he deduced were miniature horses. This was a strange sight; however, he was more interested in what the people were like. That’s when he heard the horses making sounds. These weren't animal sounds; no, this was dialog; they were SPEAKING to one another. He then realized that these WERE the people.

‘This place is full of surprises.’ Kessler thought to himself. As the Nazi leaders approached the doors of the castle, a trooper opened the door.

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Celestia and Luna watched as the doors to the throne room opened, revealing several creatures, four of which didn’t have their faces covered by the masks the others wore. Frontwards eyes, no fur other than the patch on their heads. They wore black uniforms, decorated with various medals; patches etc. and had the same red armband with the black crooked-cross as the others. An older-looking one walked between them, slightly hunched over. By the looks of his uniform, he was obviously the highest ranking of all of them. Another was brown haired with glasses, and he seemed to have a strut in his walk, a bit like a peacock. The third wore a suit, and was carrying a briefcase. The forth had slicked-back blonde-hair, his eyes seemed sunken-in, dark circles around them and his cheekbones protruded out. He wore a high-crowed hat, with a visor which darkened his eyes even further. And his expression, although intentionally neutral, looked like a bitter scowl.

These were obviously negotiators; but Princess Celestia knew that whatever they wanted wasn’t going to be a fair proposal.
The interpreter’s horn started to glow, as he focused of the group of creatures. When they reached speaking distance the creature with the briefcase turned to another.
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“Wie….wie sollen wir kommunizieren?“ The creature asked.

“No need to worry, I’ll translate for our princesses.” the interpreter said in German. The creature looked back at him, surprised but relived.

“Oh good, in that case let’s begin. On behalf of The German Empire, we have come to extend an invitation.”

The unicorn turned to Celestia, repeating what the diplomat had said in Equestrian.

“Invitation, to what if I may ask?” Celestia queried.

“Why, to join us of course. The third Reich has taken an interest in your civilization. We would appreciate that you join forces with us. Think about it, you have seen our army, yes? You can clearly see that we are quite advanced compared to yourselves. If we where to unite, you could be a part of the great power that is the German empire. Our glory could be shared with you; all you have to do is say ‘Yes’. What do you say?” the diplomat said, hoping for the answer they had all anticipated.

“I refuse.” Celestia stated bluntly. This surprised all of the creatures. However, they weren’t about to just walk away.The creature with the briefcase began again, now pleading.

"But Fraulein, this proposal with bring great things to you and your people, don't be so hasty." the creature said.

"I have made my decision; now, I'm asking you to LEAVE." she said, anger rising in her voice. Suddenly, they all heard a chuckle. They all turned and looked at the man with glasses; sure enough, he was the one who was chuckling. but this chuckling soon became laughter, as he put his hand to his face. He began to stop, and looked back up at the princess.

"YOU are telling US to leave?" he said, slightly giggling. "Fraulein, you amuse me. But i'm afraid you jokes must be put aside."

"I'm not joking, now leave or i'll MAKE you leave." Celestia said, as her eyes narrowed. the creature's grin quickly faded, and was replaced by a glare.

“What makes you think you have the right to decide. because I’m afraid that you have no choice in the matter” he declared.

“I’m afraid that I do, and the answer is ‘No’” she said, irritated.

"This does not have to be difficult, Fraulein. Just say 'yes' and all our troubles will simply fade." he said with false reassurance..

“I would never join the likes of you. I can see in your eyes the history of your so called glorious nation, and i DON"T like what i see." Celestia declared. The creature looked at her with confusion, but his expression soon returned to a glare.

"Well then, I'm afraid you'll just have to DEAL WITH IT!" he shouted as the armed creatures held up their weapons, causing Luna to step back in fear. Celestia, however, remained unfazed.

“We have an army waiting at right outside, we have one in all of your cities, and we have much more on the way. You haven’t the slightest idea of whom you’re dealing with.” He arrogantly threatens.

"No, I'm afraid that its YOU who doesn't know who their dealing with." Celestia angrily said.Celestia’s horn began glowing. Luna saw this, becoming scared.

“Sister, wait! Please, don’t do this!”

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-Castle courtyard-

A young private rank trooper sat on a supply crate, his Gewehr resting against it. He held his Hitler Youth knife in his hand, while running his gloved finger across the blade. He sighed, putting it away. He preferred not talking to anyone, on the account of risking being teased. He had anxiety issues that usually reared their ugly heads whenever a large mass of people watched him. As a result, everyone in his platoon thought he was a terrible shot. Truth be told, he was an excellent shot, but in front of other people he was lucky to graze a target’s body, let alone, hit it dead on.

“SCHMITT, HERR SCHMITT!” A snarky voice called. He knew he’d regret it, but he looked up and saw a group of troopers that had formed a circle twenty feet away from him.

“Hey Schmitt, been missing any targets lately?!” mocked one of the troopers, as the rest exploded with laughter. Schmitt looked away, furious. He WAS a good shot. So severely did he wish for a chance to prove himself. Then, as if presented to him on a silver platter, an opportunity came.

The doors of the castle swung open, as if moved by an invisible force. Everyone looked in shock as Gottfried, Weiss, Kessler, the diplomat and their guards were hurled down the stairs. Their attention was redirected at the door, as a large, white horse appeared. The horse wore a tiara, obviously making her the leader. She had a single horn on her head and a pair of wings. She also had a long, flowing, rainbow mane.

Immediately the troopers closest to her held up their weapons, pointing them at the regal horse. However, the tables were quickly turned, as the horse’s horn began glowing yellow. Miraculously, the trooper’s weapons were jerked out of their hands as yellow auras formed around them. Floating midair, the weapons turned around, now pointing toward the troopers. Pleadingly, they held up their hands, begging to be spared.

Too bad.

The triggers on the weapons were pulled as they blasted the troopers. Some of them had been hit on their armored chests, therefore, surviving; others weren’t so lucky. The same auras began picking up other objects as they were tossed about. The horse’s head turned toward a nearby panzer, and it lifted off the ground.

Seeing this, Schmitt realized this was all somehow being caused by the horse’s horn. With haste, he picked up his Gewehr, pulled back the bolt, and looked down the sights. He began to breathe steadily, clearing away all distractions and aiming for his target: her horn. He took a deep breath, curled his index finger around the trigger, and with two pounds of pressure, he fired.

Her horn splintered into dozens of pieces as the bullet struck, dead on. The aura faded immediately and the objects were dropped. She cringed in pain, as she fell to her knees. Satisfied, Schmitt lowered his weapon.

But, his satisfaction was quickly interrupted as he saw a dark blur. He held up his weapon again, ready to fire. He saw that the blur was a dark blue horse. She looked similar to the white one, aside from being smaller. He was about to take another shot until he saw her fling her body atop the white horse. Then, she said something; he wasn’t sure what she said at first since she was speaking a different language, but then he realized what she had said sounded like: “Schwester”{sister}. He then noticed she was now crying…no, sobbing.

He felt a throbbing pain in his chest. At first, he couldn’t explain the pain, but it soon hit him like a ton of bricks; it was guilt.

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“Sister! Oh my goodness, ‘Tia, your horn!” Luna cried, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Protect the princesses!” A voice barked as a wave of royal guards came galloping from behind them. But, the creature with glasses got up and began shouting orders of his own.

“Tötet sie! Tötet sie jetzt!“ he shouted as he pointed his finger at the group of advancing guards. Without missing a beat the troopers opened fire.

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“KILL THEM! KILL THEM NOW!” Shipmaster Weiss Commanded, as Kessler regained his conciseness. Lying on his back, he looked upon the scene around him. The guard horses fell all around him, being riddled with bloody holes before falling over dead. He saw the two leaders lying on the ground, the white one’s horn broken. Looking to the left of him, he saw General Gottfried and the diplomat lying on the ground as well, motionless. A trooper ran over to them, kneeling down.

“What’s happened to them?” Kessler asked in a bleary voice.

“Dead, they both landed on their heads.” the trooper responded as he signaled other troopers over to help him. As Kessler tried to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, realizing it had been dislocated in the fall. His eyes met with Weiss’s.
“What are your orders sir?” he said as he removed his shattered glasses.

“My… orders?” Kessler asked, confused.

“Gottfried is dead, your next in command.” Weiss responded, spitting out blood. Kessler looked at the dark horse
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“Bring her aboard, and bring that interpreter too. In the mean time, you stay here and organize the troops.”

"Yes, Commander."

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Luna watched as several of the masked creatures walked toward her, weapons in hand.

“Sie kommen mit uns.” One of them barked.

“They want you to come with them, princess.” the interpreter said from behind her. Luna looked down at Celestia, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks.

“JETZT!” the trooper yelled, pointing his weapon at her.

“G-go.” Celestia said weakly. Luna looked at her sister, afraid. But, she nodded in agreement as she got up and began following the troopers toward the ship. She saw the brown-haired creature talking to the blonde one as she passed by.

“Was machen wir mit der?“ he said, pointing at Celestia. The blonde one leaned in closer to the other and whispered something that not even the interpreter could hear. As she entered the ship and the exit hatch was closing, she looked back and saw a few troopers surrounding Celestia.

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The mass of ponies was growing by the minute as the strange beings stood idly, as if waiting for something. Twilight was standing in the middle of the crowd with spike, looking at these strange creatures.

“Twilight!” a voice said. Twilight turned to see Applejack with Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom. “Twilight, wut the hay is goin’ on?!” she said in a distressed voice. Twilight simply shook her head.

“I don’t know AJ, I still haven’t gotten a letter from the Princess.” she candidly stated. Ponies were talking around them; new bystanders, asking what was going on, fillies trying to find their parents, and several ponies coming up with crazy explanations for what these things were.

“Dear Celestia, look!” a Mare shouted as she pointed a hoof at the sky in the opposite direction everypony was facing. They all looked in horror as a Guard Pegasus weakly flapped toward them. He was covered in his own blood, and was steadily edging toward the ground. The moment he collapsed, dozens of ponies rush toward him, asking if he was ok. The Pegasus lifted his head with much effort.

“They……………. they’ve……………..they’ve killed her-” He labored. The ponies looked at him with expressions of shock and confusion. He continued, this time mustering all his strength to shout at the top of his lungs.

“THEY’VE KILLED CELESTIA!”

His shout was met with a wave of gasps. But nopony was hit harder than the Princess’s protege, Twilight. Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. She suddenly collapsed to the ground as tears began filling her eyes.

-This can’t be real-

-There has to be some kind of mistake-

-Celestia…………….DEAD?!-

Suddenly, uproar emerged from the masses, as the angry ponies began yelling at the beings, scrapping their hoofs on the ground, and slowly advancing toward them. A garbled voice began emitting from one of the strange boxes they beings had set up.

“Aufmerksamkeit, haben wir erfolgreich den Führer gestürzt. Zeugen sind entkommen. zivilen Protest unmittelbar bevor. Verwenden Sie notwendige Kraft zu verletzen. Einsatz von Tränengas erlaubt.” It stated.

In response, the creatures began to form-up, pulling out different weapons than before, including a long hose like object. And they waited; waited for the ponies to make the first move. Sure enough, a brown stallion Pegasus charged at them midair, seething with anger and hatred.

“YOU SCUM!” The enraged stallion shouted, as he dive-bombed toward the cluster of beings. Without even flinching, one of the creatures pulled a long narrow object from his belt, and as soon as the stallion was arms length away, he swung it straight into the Pegasus’s face. Blood erupted from the stallion’s mouth as the weapon made contact. A few of his teeth flew out as well. The creature beside the one that counter-attacked merely side-stepped out of the way, as the Pegasus crashed into the ground. But the creature wasn’t through. It lifted its foot up above the stallion’s wing and drove it downwards. The crowd cringed as they heard the audible ‘CRACK!’ when the creature’s steel soled boot stamped down on the wing, breaking it. Expressions of horror came across the faces of the crowd as they looked upon the wounded stallion, lying in a pool of his own blood.

The crowd’s advance stopped, as they began to back away from the creatures. But that didn’t stop the beings form escalating things. The creature holding the hose turned a switch, as a thick gas began shooting out the nozzle, flooding the crowd. Ponies began coughing and choking, as well as squinting their eyes as if they were burning. The creatures held up the large narrow weapons, pointing them at the crowd.

-POP. POP POP POP. POP POP POP POP POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP POP.-

The sounds of light explosions filled every pony’s ears as tiny rubber pellets began hitting the ponies with rapid succession. Dazed and in pain, the crowd retreated.

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-Aboard Die Lade des Dritten Reiches-

Luna followed the group of troopers down the winding corridors of the metal beast. Luna held her head down, as the creatures they passed by whispered and pointed. They came to a large room, filled with large machines, creatures scrambling about from one end of the room to the next, responding to loud noises the machines made. In the center of the room was a large metal table, a large light shining down upon it. The blonde creature walked around the other side of the table as Luna and the interpreter stopped at other end.

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Kessler was about to continue the negotiation planned, but was stopped by one of the operators."

"Colonel" he beckons. kessler turned around and walked over to the console.

“The Führer is asking for you.” The operator said, handing the receiver to Kessler.

“Thank you.” The Colonel put the receiver against his ear. “Yes, mein Führer………………….. this is him…………………………I’m afraid so sir. However, his body is intact…………………………Yes. Mein Führer, you’ve been informed about the leader, correct? ............................................... I can’t say so myself, I was unconscious. But everyone seems to say the same thing, so I suppose it’s plausible .…………………………yes, as a matter of fact I’ve brought her aboard the ship………………………………” Kessler made a puzzled face. He looked over at Luna “Yes, she has the same horn, what about it?” Kessler’s expression changed, he now looked shocked. “Herr, are you sure that’s really necessary? ..................... Well, she seems awfully passive, she didn’t even……………………………………” his expression then saddened. “*sigh* As you wish. I’ll contact you within an hour…………. Auf Wiedersehen.” Kessler handed the receiver back to the operator. Her walked back to the table, turning to the interpreter.

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“Übersetzen Sie bitte” the Blonde politely said. The interpreter nodded. The creature turned to Luna, and began speaking to her, the interpreter translating.

“First, allow me to start where we left off; I understand that your sister did not wish to join us, however we’ll still be offering a chance for your nation to surrender itself to the German empire. I’m afraid that our diplomat was lying to you when he said that we would form an alliance. We plan to claim this world for ourselves; this could be less of a chore if you yield and allow us to build a settlement here. Please know that no harm will come to your people if you surrender; but also know that once we settle here our law shall be enforced, and you will forfeit any authority you currently have. Make your decision.” He said. Luna contemplated her options, sighed and answered:

“We surrender.”

“Good, now, we’ll move on to our next issue. Am I correct in assuming that you posses a power like your sister’s?” The blonde asked. Luna nodded.

“You’re aware that she used this power to kill one of the highest ranking generals in the German army, and lift a panzer as if it were nothing?”

She nods again.

“You can agree that this power is technically a lethal weapon?”

-nods-

“And you agree that as long as you have that horn you’re armed with said weapon?”

Luna’s eyes shot up, a horrified expression on her face. She knew where this conversation was headed.

“Y-y-yes.”she stuttered.

“Then I’m afraid that we have only one option.”

Tears began streaming down luna’s cheeks.

“We’re going to have to DISARM you."

-End chapter-

Chapter II: Viele Veränderungen

*click*

Entry 1, date: August eleventh, 2145

The Wehrmacht’s mission has reached success. We have located a planet fit for colonization. But this isn’t all we’ve found; in fact, we have made a remarkable discovery. It turns out The *zzzzzzzt* were right. There are, in fact, other forms of sentient life on other planets. However, I doubt even The *zzzzzzzt* ever anticipated what we’ve found. The sentient beings we encountered bear an uncanny resemblance to Earth’s equine species. Not only were these creatures fully capable of speech, they also had literary system, monarchist economy and small military force.

But there’s something else we’ve found, something that is more than likely in the general interest of The *zzzzzzzt*. It seems that a variant of these equines, claiming to be unicorns, have a natural ability to manipulate fields, as ludicrous as it sounds. We assumed it was some form of telekinesis at first. Although, studying its properties further said differently; teleportation, illusion, transformation and materialization just to name a few of its forms. But the most intriguing form was one we witnessed a soldier of theirs use: a weaponized beam of light. This could be the answer to the *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt* Project’s sufficient power component issue.

But we have a slight problem. The two monarchs appeared to have had access to a copious amount of this ‘magic’, as it has been called by the natives. Unfortunately, both of their horns, obviously being the outlet of this energy have been destroyed; the first shot off by a soldier in self defense, the other’s horn was removed by order of the fuehrer. We’ve tried to run tests on the fragments, but it seems that without bodies they are merely dead bone. I doubt we’ll ever find a test subject capable of harnessing power of that magnitude again.

This has been Doctor *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt*, end entry.

*Click*

-5 Years later-

Twilight awoke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. Using her magic, she lifted it off the nightstand and shut it off. She sat up from her bed, getting a good stretch before stepping on to the floor. She walked to the bed at other side of the room, where Spike was sleeping. Spike had grown a lot since the Nazis first arrived; he was now fourteen years old. He had about three inches on twilight now, and had developed a slim build. Plus, though not big enough to fly, his wings had grown out, and his once-stubby snout had become more beak-like. Twilight smiled as the teen dragon stirred his sleep. Leaning downward, she nuzzled spike on the forehead.

“Rise and shine, Spike.” She cooed. Spike turned over, biting his lip.

“……….Sauerkraut…sandwich.” he murmured in his sleep.

“Spike, wake up.” Twilight said, her patience waning.

“More schnaps for me please.” He mumbled again.

Twilight’s horn illuminated, as one side of Spike’s bed lifted from the ground. Abruptly, she let go and the side fell to the floor, hitting it with a: *thump*.

“Gah!” Spike yelped, jerking awake.

“Hurry up and get dressed, we’ll be late.” Twilight said as she walked toward the dresser.

“Ugh, Twilight, we have a good hour and half.” Spike griped as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“Exactly Spike; ONLY an hour and a half.” Twilight said as she pulled out one of the drawers.

Since the arrival of the Nazis, Equestrian ponies had been forced to adopt the concept of nudity being a taboo. Therefore, ponies were forced to wear clothing in public. At first, there was some resistance to the new law, but within a few months wearing clothing was widely accepted by ponies; it even made carousel boutique much more successful.

Twilight removed a blouse and jacket from the drawer and proceeded to put them on. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for ponies to have to put clothes on without magic, she found it difficult to put clothes on WITH magic. After she managed to get them on, she turned around and saw that spike was leaning against the foot of the bed; thumping his foot impatiently. Spike sure was lucky to have those hands of his. Spike was wearing a pair of dress pants, a white dress-shirt and a vest; a sight that made Twilight giggle.

“What’s so funny?” spike asked. Twilight just laughed, stepping closer to him and patting him on the chest with her hoof.
“Oh spike, you look so cute when you wear that.” Twilight giggled. Spike frowned as his brow furrowed.

“I’m only wearing it ‘cause Rarity made it for me.” He grumbled. Twilight laughed.

“Well that was very thoughtful of you, come on, let’s get going.” She said as she put her saddle bag on and walked to the door, Spike following her. She opened the door and walked down the hall of the apartment-building. They no-longer lived in the library; in fact, nopony lived where they worked anymore. Within a year of the Nazi’s established control over Equestria, it had been acknowledged that living and working in the same building was a sufficient way to house enemies of the state. As a result, Equestrians were to live in small apartment flats.

Twilight and spike made their way down stairs. Twilight stopped next to the row of mail lockers, levitating her key from her bag and unlocking hers. Disappointed to find only one item inside, she took it out to read. It was a flier.

Schützen Sie Ihre Nation! Melden Sie alle Zeichen der kommunistischen Invasoren Ihrem lokalen SS Offizier!

{Protect your nation! Report any signs of the communist invaders to your local SS officer!}

“Ugh. This is the third time this week,” Twilight groaned as she balled it up and tossed it into a nearby waste bin. Within three months of the arrival of German citizens, it became very apparent that the Nazis despised these “Communists”. Nazi propaganda posters were plastered all over the towns of Equestria. A visit for an SS officer became a weekly routine.

Twilight had even received a few German children’s books about communists as a mandatory addition to the library. Citizens were thoroughly encouraged to report anyone that SMELLED like a communist. After all, 2,000 marks was a very convincing reward.

But the most freighting part of all this persistent effort of purging communists was that ponies were actually beginning to form similar opinions of the communists. Even worse, some ponies actually began openly supporting the Nazi party; she had even heard a few ponies from former Stalliongrad talking about starting a petition for equine citizens to join any division of the Wehrmacht. It burned her up inside. How could they even trust the same people that invaded their country, murdered Princess Celestia, and forced their lifestyles upon them, let alone support them? How could they be so dense?

Of course, everypony distrusted and despised them at first, but the Nazis proved not only to be good at covering up their messes, but also to be good at lying. Within a month, the Wehrmacht released a statement claiming that Celestia had attacked them and they simply acted in self defense.

Everypony was thought it was a blatant lie at first, but the Nazis were able to provide footage from the helmet cameras of the soldiers that had entered with the diplomat and Wehrmacht officials. The footage showed the diplomat negotiating with Celestia, trying to alter her decision. And then they showed Celestia going berserk, with a least twenty different angles of footage.

In addition, they had a professor from the University of Canterlot say that Celestia had been suffering from an illness caused by exposure to Chrysalis’s magical energy, and had a few guards say that they had seen her acting strangely. What really got on Twilight’s nerves was the fact that the Nazis had even denied killing her, saying the guards misunderstood what they saw. They claimed to have had actually sedated her, sent her to a sanatorium to be treated. And EVERYPONY believed them.

“Hey, Twilight, you okay?”

Twilight suddenly realized she had been day dreaming. She looked to see Spike staring at her with a worried expression. Not wanting to trouble spike with her problems, she simply smiled and said “Oh, it’s nothing; let’s go.”

With that, she opened the door and stepped outside. They were met with a cool morning breeze and the usual sounds of Ponyville’s streets; the clamoring of ponies, as they walked along the sidewalk; the newspaper vendor, shouting the headline of the latest addition of Der Equestrische Kurier; the buzz of jeeps, patrolling the street; and the hum of Nazi striders, sailing over them.

“Bitte weisen Sie sich aus.” A voice said behind them. Twilight turned around to see an officer.

“Ja.” Twilight deadpanned as she removed her ID from her saddle bag. These random stops by officers we’re beginning to really annoy her. It wasn’t really the fact that she was being stopped, after all everyone did, but it was that she being stopped so frequently. She could have sworn it was because she was a unicorn. The state had some heavy suspicions of unicorns’ since the day of their arrival. The German Führer had even attempted to pass a law that stated that unicorn citizens were to have their horns removed, and all unicorns born thereafter would have theirs removed as well. Thankfully, Luna was able to vouch for the unicorn population, and several others of the Reich’s officials convinced him otherwise, and the bill was shelved. After an ID conformation, they were sent on their way.

In five minutes time they had reached Sugarcube Corner, which was very busy this time of day. Sugarcube Corner had begun to sell more than the usual cakes and pastries; it now sold scones, biscuits and even coffee. Sugarcube Corner had also become a frequent stop for ponies working early mornings, pegesi especially. Ever since the Nazis brought their machines to Equestria, the machines gave off a lot of pollutant gases. Because of this, pegesi had to clear the pollution away every morning. Such, of course, was a tiring job; so pegesi often stopped by for coffee in the morning.
Twilight and spike entered the bakery, greeted with the sight of a long line of ponies, waiting for their orders.
Just then, a familiar pink mare popped up from behind the counter.

“Hellooooooooooo Twilight!”

“Good morning Pinkie.”

“What’ll it be?”

“We’ll just have the usual today.”

“Okie dokie lokie!”

Pinkie Pie had quickly adapted to the large increase in business revenue. Pinkie would ask customers for their orders as they walked through the door. Thanks to her experience (and impossible speed) this system was very effective. So effective, that they were at the counter within a minute.

“Here ya go, two scones, a bagel and a cup of coffee!”

Just then, the door chimed, collecting everypony’s attention. A rainbow maned, cyan Pegasus stepped inside, a bleary expression across her face.

“Hiya Dashie! The usual?”

“Yes, and make it a double!”

“Coming right up!”

“Another rough morning, Dash?” Twilight asked.

“Rough doesn’t even begin to describe it. That stupid military air show yesterday put so much crud in the air!”

The Nazis were extremely fond of air shows, military parades, and other events that they used to flaunt their military superiority, to the expense of pegesi on weather duty. Rainbow Dash was tasked with weather duty every other day.

“Erg! I’m sick of these stupid Nazis and their stupid air shows with their stupid airships giving off their stupid pollution and their stupid, stupid, stupid-!”

“SHHHHHH!” a mare hissed as she pointed at the window “There’s an SS officer standing right outside!”

There was a collective gasp as everypony jerked their heads toward the shop window. Sure enough, standing at the street corner, was an SS officer, facing toward the street. He was sporting the usual black overcoat and high-crowned hat. He was holding a clipboard, of which he appeared to be reading over. After a few moments, he picked up a briefcase at his side and walked away.

The shop patrons, however, did not breathe a sigh of relief; they instead quickly dispersed the bakery. For all they know, the officer could have overheard the whole thing, and was now heading off to collect a horde of Gestapo. Though complaining about the government wasn’t really something an SS officer had time to concern himself about, the paranoid ponies didn’t want to take any chances.

“Uhhhhhhh….. I’d better go.” Dash quipped as she flew out the door. In a few mere seconds, Sugarcube Corner was empty, leaving Pinkie, Twilight, Spike and the Cakes alone.

“Awwwwwww.” Pinkie pouted, “Not again.” she headed to the back room, hanging her head as she did so. Twilight then felt a tugging at her jacket. Looking for the source she saw spike, who looked nervous.

“Uhh, Twi? Could we get out of here? I really don’t want to get questioned again.”

Since that was reasonable (after all, they had gotten what they came in for) Twilight obliged, and the left for the library.

Author's Note

Because I'm a procrastinating douche, cliffhanger.

I'll try to get the next chapter written up as soon as possible.

Chapter III: Neue Konflikte

*Click*

Entry Two, August twelfth, 2145

This is indeed a strange planet. It is day two of the colonization process, and there has been an interesting development. Since we came here, it has been noted that the sun hasn’t moved its position, not even slightly. This breaks so many physical laws; our entire physics department would have been rendered comatose *chuckle*. When asked if this was natural, the natives said no; they claimed it wasn’t moving because the diarchs weren’t present to move it.

Apparently, the diarchs were powerful enough to turn the planet axis. *sigh*, oh the opportunities we could have seized had the younger of the diarchs’ horn not been removed. The *zzzzzzzt* are going to want to tear their hair out once they hear about this. I suspect they’ve had it with our current fuehrer’s incompetence.

Anyhow, moving the planet isn’t all this species can do. They can manipulate weather patterns, that would otherwise be motionless and plants won’t grow without their assistance. They claim that if a team of unicorns was assembled they will be able to raise the sun and moon each day. This may prove useful in the near future.

This has been Doctor *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt*, end entry.

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*Click*

2150, present day

Canterlot, the Equestrian Wehrmacht Headquarters

Today was the usual busy day at the Equestrian Wehrmacht Headquarters. A second consignment of striders was scheduled to arrive tomorrow, which kept the communications floor in a constant rush. However, for the chief executor of the Equestrian Wehrmacht front, it was the usual, painfully slow day.

General Kessler sat at his desk, finishing the last of the supply request forms from the western border guard. They’d sent a few requests for additional rifle ammunition, mortar shells and artillery rounds; weeks before they would receive their monthly resupply shipment. Conflict from the gryphon rebels was increasing day by day, which meant they would be eating through their supplies quicker than usual. However, other than increased consumption of their equipment, the western Border guard was doing a first-rate job of keeping the Rebels back. It wouldn’t be long before the Gryphon’s morale would crumble.

Finishing the last of the forms, Kessler set the entire stack aside. Now, with nothing to do, Kessler took advantage of this free time to prop his feet up on the desk and relax. He looked about his office with content; it was luxurious by the Fuehrer’s standards.

The room itself was around three by five meters. It was decorated by several banners displaying the German eagle; a decoration any lesser official would be lucky to even posses one of in their office. To his left, a fireplace; the mantle decorated with various medals and trinkets, including his helmet from his days as a private. Above his fireplace was a portrait of himself, almost half as tall as the room. To the right of the room, a liquor cabinet, filled with some of the finest alcohol that remained untouched. Behind him was a window that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, overlooking the equestrian country side. Finally, the desk he was absent-mindedly resting his feet upon was made of pure, hand-carved mahogany.

Not that he was complaining about his current accommodations, but he couldn't help but think that this was a bit much, even for a general. In fact, he found it oddly suspicious that he’d gone up five ranks in such a short time. All he’d done was take charge during the initial invasion.

In the middle of his train of thought, the telephone sitting on his desk began to ring. Nonchalantly, he reached for the receiver and answered.

“Yes?”

A female voice over the phone answered

“General, Fleetmaster Weiss is here to see you.”

‘-without an appointment, of course’

“Send him in.”

With that, he put the receiver down and took his feet of the desk. A moment passed and the office’s door opened. From the hallway stepped The Fleetmaster, carrying a briefcase.

“General Kessler, it’s good to see you.”

“As to you Fleetmaster.”

“I apologize for not arranging an appointment, but I’m afraid I was unable to, given the circumstances of my visit.”

“Trouble with the dragons…?” Kessler speculated. Weiss’s expression quickly shifted to a scowl when he heard the name of the creatures he hated with a passion.

“Yes and no. The southern border was attacked by an elder red.” He explained. Kessler cocked an eyebrow, unfamiliar with the terminology Weiss had used. He quickly explained himself.

“In other words, a very large, red dragon.”

“I see,” The general chuckled. “Were there any casualties?”

“Surprisingly, no; the sluggish beast was no match for our striders, and was quickly dispatched.” The Fleetmaster said with a great amount of pride. “Unfortunately, upon falling, it crushed our communications building; nothing was salvageable.”

“Which is why you came here in person instead of calling in?”

“Exactly, sir.” Weiss chuckled as he pulled a few forms out of the briefcase he was carrying.

“I just need your permission for a few replacement units.” He said as he placed them on the desk. The general obliged, and began filling out the forms.

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“Communism, a government whose sole promises are a sense of brotherhood, unity and equality”

The screen portrayed animated people, seemingly identical, working in fields, lining up for food and greeting one another as friends.

“Its leaders claim to put their citizens before all else.”

A larger figure wearing a suit stood over a crowd of identical people in work clothes, smiling.

“For it was the workers who founded this empire, and it is the workers who will receive the most bounty.”

Bundles began raining from the giant figures hand, falling down to the smaller figures below. The camera then focused on one of the workers looking up at the larger suited figure.

“But….is that really the truth?”

The figure looks straight at the audience, his expression twisting into a confused-frown.

“No.”

The taller suited figure suddenly grew horns, his teeth became razor-sharp fangs and his nose morphed into a pig-like snout.

“Every soviet leader has cared little for their people, and has instead focused solely on their own selfish desires.”

Multiple giant figures with the same monstrous complexion began pillage fields and pry the roofs of houses to snatch the smaller figures belongings.

“And it shall be so as long as long as the Soviet Union stands.”

An enormous figure covered in black fur appeared, bull like horns on its head, wielding a sickle and a hammer. Beneath it, the smaller figures marched.

“And they even wish to soil OUR way of life.”

The screen then depicted a group of German citizens with a sinister looking figure among them.

“They must be stopped,” a large figure appeared, which could be quickly identified as a soldier “at all costs.”

The soldier pointed his pistol at the audience, and fired.

As the flash form the gunshot cleared, a message could be seen on the screen

Keep the ones you love safe. Support the Third Reich.

Another soldier appeared, kneeling down next to a filly. The camera focuses on the filly’s smiling face as the soldier tousled her mane before the image froze.

We have you in mind.

Right as the screen darkened and the classroom’s lights flickered back on, the dismissal bell rang.

“Alright class! That’s all the time we have today! Be sure to complete your after-school-assignments. Have a great day!

And with that the students spilled out of the class room.

Once outside, the students began chatting with one another. One group in particular was discussing the film they had just watched.

“Urgh! I’m sick of all these stupid propaganda films!” the orange pegasus griped.

“Hey, at least they waste uh good ten minutes; beats doin’ more school work.”

“Yeah, but even if it’s a different movie, it’s the same stupid message every time! ‘Nazis good, communists bad, give us your money so we can make bullets to riddle gryphons full of holes. Look at the nice soldier patting the cute fillies head!’”

“Fine, look at it that way; ‘least we won’t have tuh watch one again ‘til next week.”

“Don’t remind me……. crud, I’d better get to the station before the buss does. I’ll meet you guys at sugar cube corner when I’m done with my assignments.”

“See ya Scoots!”

The remaining two ponies began walking to their homes. As they walked, the white unicorn thought quietly to herself.

‘I thought things would be better once we got our cutie marks….’

Author's Note

sorry for taking so long, next chapter should be up soon, and it's going to be BRUTAL