Author's Note

23rd Military Intelligence Company: These soldier specialize in interrogation, Psychological interrogation, intelligence gathering, and physical interrogation.

This is the dark side of the military. the one no one wants to see but is needed. This unit only does this to those convicted of serious crimes against children or against a species.

A Nice Chat

Date: July 5th 4042
Time : 0334 Greenwich time
Location: Planet of New Wyoming, Capital City of Cheyenne.
Units: 23rd Military Intelligence Company.

Report Begin..............
Recording software online..........
Subjects Vitals: Elevated but at stable levels............
Permission to begin information gathering................Approved, Level 2 Geneva code, TS-Gamma clearance accepted.

Soldiers overseeing information gathering: Private first Class Hargreave, Sergeant Taner, Staff Sergeant Lilina, specialist three Zakienev.

Light flashes on and for a moment he's blinded by the piercing beams. He had been kept in the dark for four days and the light was too bright, making his eyes water a bit.

"Sorry, did I wake you up pedophile"? Came a distorted voice.

He looked around scared for the origin of the voice. He heard footsteps to his left and strained to look only to see a figure in solid black armor, no features or insignia were visible.

"WHERE AM I?! LET ME GO OR SO HELP ME......"!

Sharp pain ran through his jaw as he felt a heavy force connect with his beak. It hadn't been broken but he doubted that was the point. He saw stars and white spots before his vision began to clear.

"You will remain quiet. You speak only when spoken too. You will answer my questions when I ask them without any sort of backtalk". The voice said.

He whimpered in pain in an undignified way. He didn't know what to expect from these creatures and with them having snuck up on them during the bidding as easily as they had well, he didn't want to push his luck. After all they had swooped in out of nowhere and obliterated several brigades while being outnumbered 30 to 1.

"Now. What are the disposition of your soldiers along this map". The creature said as it activated what could only be considered a magic map. The display lifting from the ground with a large red X and different colors for different areas such as forests or cities.

The Griffin shook his head and laughed as he acted tough. "You think I'd tell you?! HA! You've got another AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"! He screamed as a painful electric current went through him and the large black figure appear with a strange device that sparked with energy in the shape of a baton.

"Wrong answer. Heheheheheh". The black figure laughed as it circled him and shocked him again which made the Griffin scream in pain once more. His body jolted and shook in agony for a few seconds before it all started.

"BUCK YOU"! He yelled and was rewarded with another shock which made him scream in pain.

"Warning, Subjects vitals have skyrocketed. Heart Rate now registers a 230 beats per minute. Recommend ceasing of torture". Came a feminine voice.

The Griffin panted hard as his heart raced and he looked around the room for escape. He could only see darkness and the light burned his eyes. It felt like his eyes were being cooked out of their sockets slowly but surely.

"I will ask once more, what is the disposition of your soldiers"? The dark figure asked as it set the device down on the table where several other items could be made out just barely in the darkness behind the light.

The Griffing was breathing hard, his body heaving due to the pain he had experienced from this dark creature...no, demon. He wouldn't give in though, he had to stay strong and loyal to the emperor. "B-Buck you demon. I hope you die in a slow and painful way as your children are raped in front of AGH"!

He was shut up as his gut received a painful hit, knocking the wind out of him in the process and leaving him gasping for air like a fish out of water. His lungs having lost all the air in them and it was terrifying. For a moment he thought he was dying.

"You think your comrades are coming to save you? You're on a whole different world and they can't reach you here. You're alone except for your buddy but we have special plans for him. He'll taste good with a little seasoning", The dark figure chuckled with a distorted voice once more coming from him.

"W-What have you done with Gray Steele"?! He yelled and was slapped across the face which forced a whimper from his beak.

"Nothing yet but if you don't talk then we will". A few seconds later the other Griffin was brought in on a stretcher. He seemed to be hooked up to a strange device.

"Your buddy here is going to end up castrated by an electrical current which will force his balls and dick to explode. Effectively we'll be frying his reproductive organs if you don't talk. After that we'll begin removing different parts from his body until you speak. His survival depends on you".

He could see the terrified look on his friend's face but didn't believe this creatures would do it and snarled. "Once again I wont say a danged thing"! He said in a horse but defiant tone.

The dark figure nodded to another figure in all white and his friend was heard screaming. Soon there was a loud pop and the males genitals exploded all over the wall in front of him and also spattering the other griffin a bit.

"Once again from the top. What is the disposition of your ground forces. We can even save your friend's junk if you tell us". The distorted voice offered him as it walked the room, now with bits of his friend on the walls.

The Griffin swallowed reluctantly. "G-Give me the map". He said as he shivered unaware that the figure was smiling beneath it's armor.

Handing him the map the Griffin began to place the approximate areas of units he knew of. He hoped that would be the end of it.

"What's the equipment they are carrying in he city of Manehatten"? The voice asked which shocked the Griffin.

"But my friend! You said you'd save him and put him back together"! He cried out only for the voice to laugh lightly and darkly.

"No. I said that we CAN put him back together but we're not done yet". The dark figure antagonized. "Now. Standard equipment". It said.

The Griffin looked at his friend who was bleeding all over the table. "Swords, crossbows, Trebuchets, and Balistas! That's it! I don't know what else they might have"! He said as he watched his friend become weaker and weaker.

The black figure snapped it's fingers and the figure in white began to work to replace the male's genitals after stopping the bleeding. Leaning in it looked the griffin in the face. "We are people of our word so believe me when I say we're not done yet. To avoid further suffering for him and you, I want you to cooperate". It said and handed the map to another black clad creature. "Now. I want to know where the children you've bought have been taken and how many".

The Griffin swallowed hard and looked at his friend. "I-I don't know the e-exact number. Maybe thirty to fifty recently. I-It's not just ponies though. It's even members of our coalition. They w-ere probably taken to the capital a-nd other garrisons". He said fearful that his friend might be hurt again.

The black figure hummed and thought for a moment at this new information. It could be used to dissolve the coalition and start infighting between the factions.

"Finally. What races make up your coalition"? It asked him.

The poor Griffin would have laid an egg if he had been a hen. "There's changelings, they can use illusion magic to look like someone else but it doesn't change their actual form. There's the Minotaurs and they walk on two legs and use heavy weapons. There's m-my species the Griffins who lead it and then there's a few factions of Zebras but that's it". He said shakingly.

"Good, I thank you for this information". Snapping his fingers he vanished.

"Virtual scenario ending. Guards, return the prisoner to his cell".

The Griffin gasped as he looked around and saw that his friend wasn't there and that the items and tools had also vanished along with the table and light. He was suddenly picked up and dragged out of wherever he had been. He was shaking uncontrollably. It had all been fake but it felt so real, he was more scared than before because if they could get into his mind like they had then who knew what they could do to his people. For once, he was actually wanting to repent for the wrongs he had committed.

Being tossed back into his cell he looked at the guards with terror. They wore solid black, their eyes seemed to glow green only it wasn't their eyes. It was a mask and one he would never disobey again. "I-Is there someone I can talk to? I-I need to see someone who's a religious figure". He said shakingly and flinched expecting to be hit.

Instead what he got was a simple response. "We will have a chaplain brought to you. Feeling bad for what you did to those children"? The creature asked him.

The Griffin nodded his head. "And if this isn't Tatarus then I don't want to see what awaits me". He said with a hard swallow.

Chuckling lightly the figures turned as one said. "There may be hope for you yet". With that the door shut and he was left in a room with a bed which was surprisingly comfortable to lay on, hot food on the table, fresh water, and a sink. There was a pencil and a notepad and taking hold of them he began to shakingly write down a confession of his deeds, his talons unable to remain still.