The Conversion Bureau: The Palladium Wings

The Conversion Bureau: The Palladium Wings

Chapter 20

Basilisk

To all Colonial Governors and Prefects,

Due to the rising crime rates and the chaos that has erupted in Equestria, I will require that all available Colonial Defense Fleets leave for Equestria to supplement the Sky Fleet’s loses. We have lost several ships to warring factions in the country and we fear that they may come into the colonies.

I also ask to deliver the following letters to the Native Equestrians who are warlords in the Africa and Middle Eastern Colonies. These letters contain a full rank in the Fleet along with a redeemable check for 10,000 bits as their first combat pay.

Royal Order 93521 is now in order. All Newfoals are to be treated as enemies of the state. Several Newfoals have contributed an increase in crime and have joined the ranks of the Communists and their affiliates, National Socialist, the MS-13 gang, along with several other groups which pose a threat to all of us.  The use of lethal force is authorized to be used against them.

[Royal Seal of Princess Celestia]

The remnants of the Royalist Fleet in Equestria began to group up in the skies of Saddle Arabia. From below, the natives would see the flags flutter and wave against the wind.  Their massive shadows blocking out the sun, their engines purring while the Star Swirl Unit provided the energy for the ships to float.

Many towns and cities looked with awe and terror.

The Saddle Arabian monarchy was concerned with the presence of the Sky Fleet in their airspace. Rumors spread out that the fabled Humans managed to reach Equestria and came to destroy the Princesses for the Conversion Bureaus.

One month later, more Sky Fleet vessels came from the Colonies, taking up the airspace of Saddle Arabia.

Posters and fliers began to appear everywhere in the desert country, recruiting Saddle Arabians to the Equestrian Foreign Legion. It showed Diamond Dogs and Gryphons saluting to the flag of Equestria along with a couple of Saddle Arabian stallions and mares. It promised them many benefits if they enlisted. A small number of them enlisted, for the promise of adventure and finding a husband or life. To them, marrying an Equestrian pony was a huge honor, and something to brag about back home.

Having enough, the Sultan ordered that all Equestrian airships leave Saddle Arabian skies.

Celestia responded by having her flagship open fire on the capital city without a qualm.

The Saddle Arabians looked fearful as the Equestrians occupied their country. To the many merchants, this was a good day, as they could sell many of their products and services.

Scylas Federation

“What!?” Chancellor Roderick slammed a talon into the rosewood table.

“Saddle Arabia has been annexed by Princess Celestia.” A courier Pegasus said.

“It seems that Celestia is running out of options and fighting power.” An American Colonel named Shamus McCloud said. “The annexation of foreign lands means she’s desperate.”

“Agreed.” Lt. Yossuf, a Maronite representing Israel added. “Going to save them would be a fatal mistake, at this point, we can do nothing.”

“But out trade agreements!” The Chancellor argued. “We have to do something!”

“And risk your ships losing your Star Swirl Units?” McCloud asked. “Be reasonable Chancellor, we can’t do anything yet and risk you losing your airships. Celestia still has a yoke on you and your military.”

“The only way to break free is to reclaim your ships.” A British officer came in. “In other news, the weapon’s design contest is near a close.”

“Design contest?” The Chancellor raised an eyebrow.

“For the new military small arms of the army.” The Briton said.

“What? We’re not getting your weapons?”

McCloud and Yossuf laughed and then gave a kind but serious face.

“Thing is Chancellor, if we did give you the technology, you wouldn’t be self-sufficient.” McCloud said.

“But…” The griffin began to argue.

“By allowing you to have our weapons, it would be easy to go to war with Equestria.” The British officer added. “Or perhaps you will gain an unfair advantage over your neighbors of Skiri and the Confederation. But what if you could produce your own weapons and ammunition? Think of the many great things to your economy. There would be jobs, your military would be ready to face a threat.”

“And of course…you can’t rely on our military. From where I come, the people have the right to bear arms. It’s a unalienable right.”

“What?”

“Oh don’t give me that look Chancellor, in America, the people have the right to bear arms, this right cannot be regulated by the government in any way.” McCloud smiled. “I once remember an old thing my great-grandfather said when he came back from fighting against the Japanese in the Pacific Ocean long ago. The Japanese planned to invade America , but an Admiral said that it would be a stupid move, there would be a gun for every blade of grass.”

“But if the Scylatians have the same firepower as the military, it could mean the end of the country.” The Chancellor shot.

“And let yourselves get invaded by Equestria?” McCloud spat. “Where I come from, the majority of my country was overwhelmed and colonized by the Equestrians. Do you know who had access to machine guns and other weapons? Mostly the rich and the government agencies such as police or federal law enforcement.  They refused to share them with anyone. We were all stuck with war surplus or semi-automatic versions of military weapons. The previous government was so blind to the core they refused to abolish the three federal gun laws, leaving us open to attack. The Equestrians came after every gun owner, back then; you had to fill paperwork to purchase a firearm. They knew who owned a gun…heck, before the Colonization, it was the Anarchy…when the Human Liberation Front branches went crazy.”

“What my American friend here is saying is this,” Yossuf explained. “If your government begins to regulate the ownership of machine guns or other weapons, you deny your citizenry who is the last line of defense against any foreign invader.”

“We Britons learned this the hard way.” The British officer said. “Luckily, all bans on weapons were repealed and we allowed the ownership of firearms to the people of the United Kingdom.”

“Even these…fully automatic weapons?”

“Yes.” The Briton nodded.

The Chancellor went a bit pale.

“I know what you’re thinking…” McCloud sighed. “You’re worried that criminals will use machine guns. Crime will happen anyways and no amount of laws will make sure they don’t end up having these weapons. They will still find a way.”

A team of Scylatian gunsmiths, after a month’s work have finally done it. They have managed to create a pistol, submachine gun, assault rifle, and a simple but effective semi-automatic shotgun. Based on the various blueprints and cutaways showing how the action of each gun works, they grasped the knowledge and began to apply it. They also managed to make a large number of proprietary cartridges along with a 20 gauge shotgun shell. They hoped their designs would beat what the others would come up with. If they won the design contest, the contract to provide the military with firearms would be theirs.

Chimera

Spike was being held up by the arm by the Czech from before. His free hand held a sharp hunting sword. “Now…back to what I wanted to do. Testing the myths of old…”

“Hey!” Twilight Sparkle called. “Just what are you doing?”

The Czech turned, twirling his sword. “Just testing an old myth from back home, dragon’s blood is said to make armor and weapons powerful or…it’s a substance to rotten that nothing accepts it.” He grinned. “And besides, this is an unholy demon, I am sending it back to Hell where it belongs. Dragons are nothing but evil and vile, they should be killed on sight.”

“Stop that! Spike isn’t like that!”  Twilight countered.

The Czech raised the sword.

Twilight’s horn glowed, Spike floated away from his grip and into Twilight’s back.

“Thanks Twilight.” The baby dragon said.

The Czech growled as he pulled a customized GSh-18 pistol. Removing the safety, he aimed it at the two. “You shouldn’t have done that freak…” He put his finger in the trigger. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t splatter your brains across the halls.”

Twilight gave a grin. “Your Captain wants us alive. If you kill me…well…he will punish you.”

The Czech gave a growl of anger as he holstered the pistol. “You got lucky this time. But just remember, we are keeping an eye on you. I don’t trust you nor your friends and the dragon.”

“What about the ponies who work in this ship?” Spike asked.

“They have been with us for long, they are family to us.” The Czech shot them a death glare. “But remember, we are watching you.” He took off.

Nikolaos was wearing eye and ear protection as he picked up a Star Z-45 submachine gun. Loading a magazine, his hand pulled on the bolt and took aim with it. Several ballistic gel targets in the shape of Celestia were waiting to be shot. Unfolding the stock, he set the sights into one target. The submachine gun roared for several seconds. Reloading it, he held the weapon with one hand and fired it. Spent bullet cases landed on the floor.  With a smile, the petted the weapon. “Happiness is a warm machine gun.”

The target began to bleed. The man picked up a Steyr-Solothurn S1-100, the .45 ACP version of the MP34. Placing his left hand on the magazine, the machine gun fired several bursts at another Celestia-shaped target. Blood began to gush out of the wounds. The man smiled as he saw the targets pour out blood. He chuckled, Celestia would be dead after taking a few shots.

A few shots in fully automatic would do.

Exiting the firing range, he complimented the Tejano for doing a good job in obtaining and restoring the two submachine guns to working order. “No problem Don Nikolaos. It was a pleasure restoring those two guns to perfect order.  Shame we can’t go back home, I hear a few Treasure Hunters discovered left over Arsenal M23s from Estonia.”

“The ones chambered in 9x20mm SR Browning?” Nikolaos raised an eyebrow. “I thought only 520 were produced and sold off to Spain during its Civil War.”

“They made about more than that as the legend goes, about 2000 to 3000 just in case the Russians or the Germans invaded them.  Didn’t you manage those rare and valuable guns?” The Tejano blinked.

“I managed to get a few samples of antique and rare guns. Like that Bergmann 1896.”

“A lovely pistol, I am done making the ammo for it. Come by to my workshop to pick it up.” The Tejano said. “And oh, I strengthened your Mannlicher M1903 pistol and finished the conversion on the Vz.26. Works well with the 30 round to the 48 round AK magazines.”

“What about the drum magazine?” Nikolaos gave a hopeful smile.

“It worked, but the bolt got damaged and the gas tube catches fire, literally.” The Tejano added. “It took me days to fix the damaged parts, but it should work well now. Care to see it?”

“Not now, I have important things to do.”

“And oh yeah, the ponies…those 6 are really getting into the crew’s nerves.  Vuk here nearly killed the pink demon because she insulted his cooking. He came to me asking if he could borrow an AK-74 with steel core ammunition.”

“Next time Vuk threatens one of them, tell him he loses his only family and throw him off the deck…”

“I sometimes ask myself how you found that sad remnant of the Kosovo War?”

“Same with you, how did I find you in the aftermath the HLF brought to the United States?” Nikolaos shot.

The Tejano was quiet, not knowing what to respond.

“It’s Sunday, and I am having dinner with the Elements along with Cadence and Shining…care to come?”

The Tejano nodded.

“Good, bring your best attire. It’s going to be an interesting dinner.”

“I hear it’s when you get philosophical and bash the Equestrian way of life. You surprise me, not bad for a European.”

Nikolaos gave a sly grin. “7 PM don’t be late.”

The hour of dinner has arrived. The Tejano was wearing his best clothing for the occasion. The secret elevator opened up, he entered it and up it went. The door opened up, revealing the fancy dining room. Eight ponies sat in cushions while Nikolaos sat on his throne-like chair, reminding his guests who has the power in the ship. Another luxurious chair was on the other side of the table. Sitting down, he eyed the ponies his left hand petting the exposed grip of his customized revolver.

Dinner began.

Rarity eyed the Tejano’s choice of attire. Western wear and a strange coat that seemed made of fur.

“Its fur alright Yankee girl? It’s fox fur.” The Tejano said.

“F-Fur!?” Fluttershy whimpered. “What have you done to the poor foxes?”

“Poor foxes?” The Tejano spat. “Last time I checked, foxes were pests around ranches and all, and fact is I spent good money on this fur before your kind came in and started screwing us up.”

“There are better choices for clothing, but darling, fur is just cruel and proves of humanity’s greed and views on animal life, just expendable.” Rarity countered.

“Cruel? Expendable?” The Tejano growled. “You remind me of my 3rd girlfriend, always throwing a hissy fit at everything so wrong and cruel. Always wanted to act as the moral police and pester me to change my ways. Believe me Pony, if it wasn’t for Niko’s grace, I would have put a bullet in your head and turn you into a trophy. Complete with making your face one of pain and suffering.  Now I am curious.” He pulled out a customized 1861 LeMat that could fire .475 Wildey cartridges and 12 gauge buckshot from the underbarrel of the weapon.

“Vicente, put it down.” Nikolaos ordered.

“Why should I? This Yankee girl should be dead by now along with the rest. Don’t forget Niko, these are the 6 brutes that Celestia sent to persecute us.”

Nikolaos instinctively pulled out his Tokarev. The pistol’s sights aligned to the Tejano’s head. “Now calm yourself…we don’t want to reenact that scene from My Bloody Valentine.”

“I’d love to re-act that scene, its art!” Vicente kept aiming the custom revolver at Rarity’s head.

Twilight’s horn began to glow.

Vicente pulled out a .44 Russian revolver and aimed it at Twilight. “Try me you slut… and your brother is next.”

“Put them down now Vicente.” Nikolaos warned.

“Or what?” Vicente shot.

“I’ll tell you all a little tale of what happened to a former crew member, everyone knows it except all of you. Long story short, I ordered the death of a crewmember for disobedience and harassing the rest. The punishment? Burnt at stake while falling to the world below.”

The ponies gasped.

“Niko!” Cadence said with anger.

“You’re a sick fuck Niko.” Vicente put his weapons away. “You are a sick fuck.”

“Why thank you.” The Greek gave a disturbing smile. “Point is this, I’m a nice Captain and I will hear you out. Get on my nerves and push my buttons, I will find a way to punish you.”

“You what!?” Twilight’s nostrils flared. “How can you even sleep at night knowing you killed YOUR OWN crew members!?”

Niko chuckled. “Tell me Twilight, have you ever wondered what suffering really is?” He gave her the evil eye.  “Or how taking a life feels like? I can tell you something…it feels like…winning.”

“You’re a big meanie pants!” Pinkie said.

“Barbarian!” Rarity added.

Niko gave an evil laugh. “And it is your kind who tries to destroy humanity. All under the false guise of self-righteousness, to save us all from ourselves, save us from what exactly?”

“This what the Princess wanted to do, save you all.” Twilight said, adding fuel to the fire.

“And in return? You got Nazis and Communists running lose in Equestria. You have gangs and criminals running free, doing whatever they wish because Celestia sees good in them. Isn’t the threat of Nazis something to scare her? Or the drug abuse running rampant? How about rape and molestation? Or the fact your society has to accommodate Newfoals for everything?” He picked up a sausage and took a bite. “Let’s face it, Celestia is going to have to fight a war on multiple fronts. It’s interesting really…”

“How is it interesting?” Rainbow raised an eyebrow.

“The rules of nature take effect.”

“So?”

“This is what nature planned.  Out there, only the strong survive.” Nikolaos answered.  “Ponykind is weak and they will be forced to fight for the preservation of their life despite centuries of peace under the Princesses. Millions will be dead, but the survivors have proven to be selected to pass on their genes to the next generation and repeat the process.”

“Nature plans nothing!” Shining countered. “Nothing is pre-destined or written in stone.”

“Of course it doesn’t, then explain your body build?” Nikolaos scratched his chin. “Combat ready, legs and hooves are made for bucking the strongest enemies. But of course, from a biological viewpoint,” He looked at Cadence and then back at the unicorn stallion. “As I understand, Equestria is a matriarchal society, the reserve of human civilization. Cadence could of picked many other stallions but he picked Shining not just out of love, but for the purposes of creating the next generation of Alicorns with desirable traits.”

“Like I said Niko, you’re a sick fuck.” Vicente took a bite of his dinner.

“Sick fuck or evil genius?” Nikolaos gave an innocent expression. “But enough philosophy, there are important matters to discuss.”

“Like?” Cadence raised an eyebrow.

“This ship is en route to the Northern Ponysphere were we will re-supply and dock for two months.  Once the two months are over, we are crossing the Corridor and begin Operation: Skanderbeg.”

“Operation what now?” Pinkie asked.

“Operation: Skanderbeg is the complete and total removal of the Colonists in the Balkans and Southern Europe. Twilight Sparkle here will aid in the creation of the ultimate Thoughtbomb and it shall be filled with the energy of the Elements of Harmony.  The bomb will be dropped on Greece and the explosion will cleanse the Balkans and Southern Europe, free of all Colonial presence.”

“You’re crazy!” Pinkie said . “You lost your head.”

“Why should we even take part in this mad scheme of yours?” Rarity asked.

“You have no choice.” Nikolaos said in a blunt manner. “If we didn’t come for you, either the French or Swedes would come for you.  The French would of cooked you alive and have you for their meals or made snacks out of you. The Swedes? The Swedes are involved in a slave trade. They gather entire towns and cities back in the Colonies and sell them into slavery.”

“Slavery!?”  Rarity’s eyes diluted.

“Sexual slavery.” Nikolaos replied.

Fluttershy turned green. “I don’t feel so good….”

“Now since they have come here, they are going to capture whatever ponies they see fit and sell them into sexual slavery back in Sweden. Why? The laws there says it’s OK to do so. All of you here have a price on your head. Cadence? I’ve seen the “Wanted” posters. She’s worth about 200,000 electrum Escudos alone. Shining Armor? 100,000 electrum Escudos, you, in total, about 900,000 platinum Escudos…”

Shining and Cadence’s eyes squinted in shock.

“Are you humans that depraved?” Cadence trembled. “How…how disordered are you?”

“Yeah! How perverted are you?” Rarity joined, disgust in her voice.

“We’re not the Swedes nor do we support the Swedish Slave Trade, it’s wrong and degrading. Even the rest of the privateers think it’s wrong to sell a pony to sexual slavery… a fate worse than death.” Niko said. “I may have lost whatever grip on sanity or done things that would make anyone question my sanity… but the blood feud is that keeps me alive.”

“Blood feud?” Twilight was curious.

“I’m a Maniot Greek, we’re known for our vendettas and revenge…if one family wrongs you, and we go after them. Everyone related to the family is to be utterly destroyed or kicked out of the peninsula. But this is between Celestia and me. For revenge and honor, I will not stop until she is dead and so is Luna.”

“What do you get out of revenge?” Twilight wondered. “What satisfaction would you get if you kill the Princesses?

“I can die peacefully knowing my life’s mission is complete.” The Greek answered.  “Once I machine gun the princesses down like the filthy animals they are… it’s all over for me. The violence is over, no more blood and death. Its retirement for me.”

“No plans to marry?” Cadence asked.

“It would be best that the Drakonakos go extinct. Who needs more merchants of death like me running around the post-Equestrian world? We come with nothing, we leave with nothing. But either way, someone will take my place. Someone always does.”

“Still, since ponykind eschews on firearms.” Vicente brought the topic. “I can imagine how hard life on the Colonies must be. I know a few Defectors who rely on armed human buddies when traveling around the Colonies, search and rescue crews, and Treasure Hunters, they know how the wildlife’s gone crazy without human presence. They got smarter, I hear foxes and wolves in the Midwest and West Coast got smarter, they’re working in groups to hunt.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, are you saying the animals in the Colonies are now hunting together?” Rainbow couldn’t believe her ears.

“They get smarter, they have adapted and overpopulated, they have formed clans to compete for food and resources. It’s impossible for a Colonist to live knowing that at any time a clan of wild canines can attack anyone. You’re pretty much dead the moment they walk into town. The two crews, Search and Rescue who dedicated saving pilots and the Treasure Hunter need guns to protect themselves, even the ponies working these two professions know the animals have gone nuts and are ready to kill.”

Fluttershy said something quietly.

“Hmm?” Vicente raised his eyebrow.

“What has Celestia…done to the poor animals?”

“Nature happened Miss Fluttershy, nature happens. They adapted and they kill.  We are powerless to stop the advances of nature and natural selection. You may have tamed the wildlife in Equestria, but in the Colonies…it’s a different game. I still hear about clans of Tigers running loose in Eastern Russia. Not only has Ponification destroyed the only enemy they have, but they have outnumbered the pony population…in fact… a few reports blame wildlife for Colonist deaths, Newfoals seem to die more than Native Equestrians…but still… taming them will be a failure.”

“Why do you think Treasure Hunters and S&R Crews are armed with assault rifles, submachine guns, and heavy caliber pistols? They don’t worry about the towns and cities, they worry about the wildlife that will attempt to kill them. A good spray of automatic fire does the job. I remember that one time, this pegasus I was working for nearly got mauled by a clan of foxes, all it took was a spray of AK-47 fire to save her life.”

“But guns kill!” Pinkie argued.

“I’ve worked all my life with firearms and I heard that argument before.” Vicente grabbed some pita bread and some kulen (Serbian pork sausage).  “Sure, they kill, but they’re just tools. The morons in the  Old Federal Government thought they could get away with the National Firearms Act of ’34, the Gun Control Act of ’68 and the Machine Gun Ban of ’86. Look what happened, the various branches of the HLF went crazy and started killing each other. It was Blacks VS Asians VS Hispanics VS Whites VS Illegal Immigrants. Thank God I was back home in Texas and thank God my grandpa let us inherit his machine gun collection and always preached the one thing until his death: THEY ARE COMING TO TAKE OUR GUNS!”

Nikolaos chuckled. “You silly Americans and your paranoid fantasies of gun confiscation, they never cease to amaze Europeans.”

“Here’s a thing you don’t EVER do to Southerners like me as the pure-blooded Tejano or the Cajun or the people of Dixie in general. That is you should never EVER come for our guns, we are capable of killing you, no remorse and no questions asked. Just shoot on sight.”

“Southerners are the reason why America has a bad name.” Nikolaos said, as if he started fanning a fire to the forest.

“Then you explain to me why the South was never taken over by Equestria? While the West Coast and Midwest fell easily?  I’ll tell you, America owes it to the Southerner for forming the backbone of the military. America owes us the Southerner for saving its hide, but oh no, the Yankees have to go kill each other while we knew the day would come.”

“What day?” Pinkie Pie blinked.

“The day they would come take our guns. See back then you had to fill paperwork if you wanted to own a gun. Now the HLF and the PER had their purposes for the gun owners. One wanted to take the guns, the others wanted to convert them.  Gun owners are a threat to many. The HLF knew who owned select-fire to fully automatic weapons so did the PER. But long story short, the Southerners managed to push the HLF and the PER off the region.  We Southerners are no strangers to violence.”

“What happened to the HLF when they got kicked out?”

“They were converted; last I saw was a purple explosion from afar. News sprang that the West Coast and Midwest fell to Equestria. Celestia was afraid of the Southerners, knowing we have all the guns to fight her off.”

“A Thoughtbomb.” Niko explained. “Most powerful weapon every invented by the Equestrians. And now, we use their weapons against them.” The Greek grinned. “But for now, let’s enjoy this dinner and perhaps play a card game.”

“Ooooh what kind of card game?” Pinkie’s face brightened.

“Let’s say one where we can earn some quick cash.”

After dinner, they began to play Texas Hold’Em.

Neighara Falls

“HERE YOU GO YOU SONS OF BITCHES!” A Diamond Dog-Equestrian threw a Molotov at Newfoal-owned business. “YOUR KIND IS NOT WELCOME! WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE! IT ALL BELONGS TO THE TRUE EQUESTRIANS!”

Zeppelins followed by other types of passenger airships began to take off. The Nationalists began to attack the aircrafts the moment they took off. They knew this well because of Native insiders who sold off the information. The Newfoals were scared to death, bought all tickets for themselves and their families to get out of the area.

“What you have here!? Huh!? Just a stetson!? What am I supposed to do this!?” A Gryphon threatened.

“No! Please!” A Newfoal begged.

The Gryphon pushed the Newfoal down a long flight of stairs. He broke into laughter, followed by his Native Equestrian and Diamond Dog comrades.

A pack of Diamond Dogs gave several blood curling cries as they fired their submachine guns at any escaping Newfoals. Screams of pain filled the air, only to be drowned by the weapons’ fire. The muzzles flashed as the trigger was held. Hearing the guns click, they slapped a fresh magazine into the weapon and pulled on the cocking lever.

A Griffin gave a smile as a Nationalist Pegasus dropped him a care package. Opening up the box, his eyes widened, a childish squeal escaping his beak. It was a Luftschiffschreck. This weapon fired a rocket propelled at high speeds, the warhead was full of explosive material that could be equal or surpass a load of TNT. Loading the rocket, the Nationalist aimed the weapon towards a pair of escaping airships. A look of no mercy was in his eyes, a twisted smile of no remorse on his face. The rocket hissed away, leaving a blue trail of smoke.

The Newfoal-carrying Zeppelin began to shake violently.

A teenage dragon with the Nationalist colors painted on his face appeared in sight. His mouth opened, revealing a blue fire building up.  The Newfoals piloting the dirigible screamed in panic as several blue comets struck the ship several times. An alarm whined several times in the gondola of the airship.  Moments later, it was consumed by a fireball of red and blue, the leftovers plunging into the world below.

Saddle Arabia

Celestia sat in a throne, crystal screens giving her a view of everything of what happened in Equestria. One of them showed pirate attacks on small villages and cities, another showed a fight between the Nationalists and the Communists in the Crystal Empire. The screens showed a hissing rocket explode on a few Communists, bits of their flesh and limbs flying in the air.  Another screen appeared, showing pogroms of the Newfoal. Flags of the Nationalists were being flown wherever they had a presence.  In another screen, the Nazis began to settle Appleloosa, equipment was being moved across the town.

“WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?” Celestia yelled at the heavens. “WHY!? WHY!? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?”