Not much happened yesterday. Weirdly enough, I can't figure out whether that has made me sad, or glad. Ofcourse, I SHOULD be glad. We weren't torn to shreds by changelings. We didn't even have any malfunctions on the trucks. Everything just went... Well, perfect. Weird. We used to get ambushed by changelings on almost every supply-run that went outside of the city-walls. I swear, those changelings must've built some darn nests or something around the palace. How else are they always that close without being spotted?

Like I said, this time was different. We didn't see a single ~~changeling~~ living changeling. There were ofcourse the usual corpses of the darn things, laying everywhere you looked. I don't mean that there were that many of them, they were just so obvious. Changelings don't exactly camouflage into the enviroment all that well. You know, with their holes and dark skin, and those weird bug-like wings. And the large, glowing, staring eyes... ~~The eyes of the dead...~~

Anyway, like I said, we didn't run into any living changelings. We asked some of the guards at FOB Orange if they had encountered any changeling activity lately, but they too said that they hadn't seen any of them since about a day ago. Strange. Maybe they've retreated? That would be odd, considering that they kept coming back, no matter how many of them were killed. I swear, those things must be either mindless, or mind-controlled. No sane being would just waltz into gunfire like that.

I don't think I'll have anything else to write. After all, it's about 16:30 as I'm writing this, so my shift is almost completed. As long as we don't get called in for another run within the next few minutes, we will be dismissed for today. Finally I can get some rest! I'll write again tommorow, until then, I'm signing off.

-Pvt. Nimble Whistle

Bad news! We just got called into action. I'm not sure what happened, but there was this thing, it looked like a meteor, and it came down in the vicinity of the Neighagra Falls. When it came crashing down, it shook the very ground that we were standing on. I'm pretty sure Emerald hit her head on the bottom of the truck. After all, she was busy changing some parts of the transmission on our truck, since she believed that they were worn-down. I hadn't noticed any difference in performance, but if she says that something is off with the truck, I'm just trusting her.

Normally, something like a meteor-strike wouldn't warrant a giant search-party to be sent out from Canterlot, but for some reason, this is different. We weren't told what was so special about the meteor, only that it was of great importance that we captured it. Atleast, that's what the Guards were told. Us supply-ponies received a different task.

We are supposed to go out and interrogate the local civilians, to see if they saw anything special about the meteor. The higher-ups also hope that those civies will be able to give us a more precise location of the meteor, if it even is a meteor. Rumours have been spreading around that it wasn't a meteor, but something else. Something from space, maybe even changeling-technology.

And then there are the odd-balls. You know, the ones saying that it was an alien craft, like from comic-books and such. Honestly, I can't even begin to think about how naive they must be to think that it was an extraterrestrial ship. Even if it was, wouldn't they be able to land a bit more gracefully? After all, what is the chance of someone or something surviving such a fall?

I have to stop writing though, because we have to prepare. We are moving out in 5 minutes, and we still have to load up supplies. Tents and stuff, everything that is required to set up a temporary interrogation-room. Emerald said that her head is feeling better, so she will hopefully be able to help me lift some of the stuff into the truck. Can't use magic with a headache, now can you?

-Pvt. Nimble Whistle

Author's Note

Yay! Another chapter!