The Conversion Bureau: The Palladium Wings

The Conversion Bureau: The Palladium Wings

Chapter 25

From the Diary of Nikolaos

The following entries were translated from Greek by Twilight Sparkle and Princess Cadence to understand Nikolaos and his mission against Celestia.

December 21, 2012

Who would have thought… there was a planet behind the sun. Counter-Earth. Heh, looks like the Ancient Greeks were right all along.  Papa is worried that this is going to affect business and our future as a whole.

December 29, 2012

Multicolored pastel ponies. We see them everywhere we go. They are across every country…heck, even in Kosovo. It seems the Serbs and the Albanians put their differences aside and started distrusting the ponies. We get demands for weapons that’ll hurt them good.  Ever since those Conversion Bureaus started opening up across the world, people turning into one of them. It may seem like a bad science fiction movie plot, but it’s very real as seen.

Serb and Albanian, these two hate each other, like I said, the presence of these colorful ponies put them into distrust. They are openly carrying weapons, not putting trust or a faith to them.

January 7th, 2013

Our Christmas presents? A lot of old Persian Contract C96 pistols, collectors love those guns. The rarer they are, the more cash they’ll pay out.  Dad gave me one as a Christmas present for a job well done and the fact is I always admire the craftsmanship of a good gun.

February 20th, 2013

More and more of those colored ponies are moving in.  It feels as if they start to feel like they’re above every single person on a country. They start acting like they own the country, believing that they are superior and that they’re entitled to all benefits of citizenship. Many communities started to arm themselves, business was boosting. Papa felt something was wrong, he told me he saw something disturbing in a dream.

Airships. Airships of various designs drowned in flame the achievements of man. He saw zeppelins releasing a purple liquid across the land.

The so-called Ponification Serum…

Papa told me that they were colonizing our countries. Conversion was slow, but one day, they’ll outnumber us 10 to 1 and kick us out of our land.  He always told me the tales of old, when our ancestors would fight and kill the Ottoman Turk invader and impale their heads on pikes to show them who they are messing with. The Ponies are the new Ottoman Turks, he said. We as Maniot Greeks have to take up our weapons and begin to kill them the moment they try to force their rule on us.

“Remember…” Papa would say. “Maniots are Cretans are brothers. We both know of the vendetta, we both had to endure hardships by the Ottoman Turk. Bloodshed is in our nature, and when someone wrongs you, go and erase them and their families. Do not let one of them survive, for as they will return for payback.”

[From here, the only thing found in the diary was several study sketches of various firearms Nikolaos found interesting: MP18, the Naranjero submachine gun, Vz.58, Type 81 Assault Rifle, AA-12 shotgun, K98k rifles, FN FAL and its variants, the MP40 and derivatives, and the Danuvia submachine gun.]

September 25, 2015

Across the world, riots are happening as I write this.  People began to storm the Conversion Bureaus, killing the employees and converts. As I tune in to the radio, I hear a Cretan-accented voice spouting locations were most of the Equestrians and Newfoals were located across Greece.  The voice got angry, mentioning that many Equestrians and Newfoals were seeking refuge in the “Turkish” areas.

This brought back a lot of old sentiments. The radio announcer began to chant Anti-Turkish rhetoric, accusing them for collaborating with the Equestrians.

Old ethnic hatreds were awakened.

The so called Human Liberation Front was nothing but an excuse to take it out on the minorities. The Greeks began to go against all Turks, Cham Albanians, and Slavs.

Blood was being spilled and will continue to be spilled. As I tuned to international news on the radio, I heard that anarchy and mass racial violence has spread to every corner of America. The world is now in conflict and nations are powerless to stop this.

October 10, 2015

Iran was burning….

As we take off with our loot, I looked down to the country to find pillars of smoke from everywhere. What used to be Persia is now but a smoldering hot coal. Corpses of both humans and ponies decorated the streets.  As we passed through Tehran, I spotted Irani HLF murdering Armenians and other minorities, accusing them of ‘collaborating’ with the Equestrians.

We cannot trust the Human Liberation Front, the racists now control the branches and will do anything to wipe away not only the ponies but the minorities who have lived for generations within their borders.

Dark times are coming.

October 25, 2015

America has become nothing but the HLF’s playground. The Federal Government is paralyzed. Racial violence is rampant across the Northern, West Coast, and Southwestern States, strangely, the Southern States are spared this violence.

Fear and paranoia have overtaken the world.

Christmas, 2015

Princess Celestia came to the UN and said that her air fleet will come to provide security to her precious little ponies.

The only thing that Princess Celestia sees is corruption but not within. She believes her precious little ponies are superior to humanity. The more I listen, the angrier I get.  Her words have said it. We are unfit to live, our religions are false, our systems are cruel and oppressive. Salvation is achievable through Conversion.

Her words will cause innocent blood to be spilled.

“My conscience is clear.” She will say one day.

She can lie to herself and her ponies. She can claim that she has no qualm. But she can never hide or run what she has done.

There is nothing to be festive about this year.

January 10, 2016

Airships began to patrol the skies of every country.  The Equestrian flag flaps against the wind.

This is occupation. But the ponies see this as a thing to smile about.

January 13th, 2016

The ponies don’t get it. They just don’t get it! The Conversion Bureaus are still converting people. Can’t they see that the presence of those sites is what drives people to be violent? Are they that blind to the obvious?

January 20th, 2016

Reports of Newfoals forcibly converting people are spreading like wildfire.

These Newfoals claim to be part of the PER. Ponies for Earth’s Rebirth.  They claim humanity is unfit to live, that Ponykind is superior to all. Does that seem familiar? Hitler and his Nazis said the same thing and went into a campaign of extermination.

Only that now, these equine Nazis want all of humanity converted or dead.

February 18th, 2016

Papa is dead. The deal with those Croatians went wrong. They were HLF.

I am hiding from the HLF and trying to find escape from this hell that has been brought to Croatia. Many Serbs and Ponies are dead… they were all executed. I notice that unicorns have their horns ripped off, pegasi have their wings hacked off, earth ponies have their legs amputated, followed by shots to their head. The Serbs? Killed like animals.

Their faces are still stuck with the same expression of terror and hopelessness. Whatever they say before death, I wonder if they are forced to relive their final moments again and again before passing to the afterlife.

My only friend here is the AK-47 that is next to me as I write this. It gives me comfort with its mere inanimate presence.  I have no prayer, so I keep the gun with me.  It makes me question everything I know. Has humanity been abandoned by God? Or has humanity abandoned God? What did we do to deserve this?

February 20th, 2016

For nearly two days I have wandered across Croatia with no course or sense of direction.

Ponies are still looking for converts, especially women and children.  I have noticed that when people are converted…they have this strange demonic smile. It’s not natural even for the Equestrians.

[Sketch of a smiling Newfoal.  The sketch shows several observations of the face. What is disturbing about them is their teeth, the canines are there. Nikolaos left a few notes that read:  “Newfoals can be told apart from True Equestrians by their smiles and their teeth. Newfoals have canine teeth.”]

The most horrible thing seen on the Newfoal is that they crave for meat. I am not sure if it’s random or a flaw by the serum but the Newfoal does eat meat.  I witnessed a herd of Newfoals feasting on the corpses of humans and ponies alike. One of them looked at my direction, I felt disturbed.

[Sketch of the Newfoal looking at Nikolaos/Reader. The eyes of the Newfoal are revealed to be ghastly sight.  The Newfoal’s eyes give a unnatural glow, as if they were possessed by something. Notes focusing on the eyes read: “This is not normal.”  “They glow as if they were possessed by something sinister.”  “The eyes glow bright as the fires of Hell itself.”  “What is in that Serum!?”]

I better watch myself out.

February 21, 2016

Success! I found a Jeep and rode off into the distance below. Driving is not a complicated thing but I can say it is a fun thing.

It was a long ride, the gas ran out so I continue my trek on foot.

No open space is safe. The Equestrians or the HLF can appear out of nowhere. Since I only have two spare magazines, I switched to semi-auto to preserve my ammunition.  Croatia is nothing but a wrecked country. The HLF’s acts of mass violence have gone too far.

March 9th, 2016

A group of individuals wanted assault rifles and submachine guns for an attack.

I offered them a tour of Drakonakos Castle and the Armory of course.  I asked them if they were HLF, an Italian said no, but they were on my side.

March 11th, 2016

Whoever these people are, they have a reason to hate Celestia. I decided to join them in their little attack. The target? The yacht the Princesses came in. We hijack it and ram it against a migration capsule that has been transporting the Newfoal into Equestria.  We go in guns blazing and kill every single pony in the yacht. Spare no one.

March 12,2016

We have reached Canada and not a moment too soon. The migration capsule is ready for launch. We have prepared to steer this airship to the capsule and escape.

We jumped off, during our fall, we saw the migration capsule and the yacht collide violently. It was a critical hit; the center of balance was destroyed. We could see millions of Newfoals jumping out to their death.

Mission accomplished. I am sure we will make Celestia understand that this was unavoidable.

[There is nothing on the next pages]

June 21st, 2016

Airships were all over the skies.  Blasts of unicorn magic killed people from above. Celestia declared all nations with a high pony to human ratio was an official Equestrian colony.  Our lands were stolen and whoever survived was displaced into the lands below. I was told by the Royal Guard to gather up whatever personal belonging I have and leave. To the Ponies, the castle, my castle, my INHERITENCE, MY LEGACY WAS GIVEN TO THE NOBLES OF EQUESTRIA AS A VACATION HOUSE!

CELESTIA! UPON THIS DAY! I NOW DECLARE VENDETTA AGAINST YOU! I DON’T CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES OR HOW I LOOK! I WILL DESTROY YOU!  YOUR KIND CAN BURN IN HELL!

FOR ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU AND YOUR CURSED SISTER CAN BURN IN THE FIRES OF HELL! YOU HAVE WIPED OUT MILLIONS OF PEOPLE! DISPLACED THEM! WHO GAVE YOU THE AUTHORITY TO DO SO!? WHO IN YOUR GODDAMNED MIND YOU THINK YOU ARE!?