Trixie woke up, yet again. Quite a common theme in life, isn’t it? This time, it was in a sleeping bag in Starlight’s room. She did just meet the girl, and Trixie’s not that cheap of a date. She rubbed here eyes and slowly sat up, looking around the room. When she was tired last night, she hadn’t gotten a good look at it - or anything at all really - but now, she had a chance to look at it. The walls were all pink, as were the bedsheets. And the bedframe. And the floor; pink tile. Everything was pink. Not just pink, but a slightly muted, fuzzy pink, almost the exact same color as Starlight’s coat.

Except the door. The door was cyan. In fact, as Trixie held her foreleg up to compare, it was the same color as Trixie’s fur. Puzzling... “Hey Starlight?”

“Mm...?” The mare sounded cranky, as if she had just been asleep. “Yes Trixie...?”

“Was the door color supposed to be the same color as my fur or was that an accident?” Trixie turned her head to look at Starlight.

Starlight sat up and stared right back. “The color of your fur, the mare I spent years fascinating over and hold dear to my heart, is just accidentally on the door,”

“Oh, ok,” Trixie turned back around. “Pretty nice coincidence, isn’t it?”

“Trixie, are you... ok?”

“Huh?” Before she could turn around, Starlight was sat down next to Trixie.

“That was the most blatant sarcasm, like ever, and you just brushed it off,”

“Oh... I mean, I guess it was...” Wake up stupid.

Starlight sighed and stood up. “...'Mess hall' time. This is still a military operation,”

“Wait, what?!” Trixie jumped up. “But you’re all race traitors, not true unicorns!” As she spoke the hated words, she could feel the fury in her heart roar back to life. “There’s even pega-”

“You think we’re under Celestia?”

“...I-”

“No,” Starlight sighed. “We’re her direct opposition, well, other than Luna. Come on, I’ll explain with chow. And make sure that you keep that horn on you so Twi can’t read those thoughts of yours,”

The two mares finally sat down at some sort of command table; at least, that’s what the name “COMMAND TABLE”, painted into each end, implied. At it sat her two jailers from earlier, an orange earth pony of the same stature, and a white unicorn with a purple mane. When the two mares sat down, Trixie made sure she sat as far away from the earth pony and pegasus as possible.

Starlight sighed as she sat down in the extra seat. “Now, everypony, this i-”

Immediately, the Dash, Smash, whatever pegasus freak asked “What the hell’s she doing here?!”

“Well, Dash, give me a moment, and I will explain,” After making sure Dash was seated properly, Starlight continued. “This is Trixie. Everypony say high,” After a chorus of greetings, some more warm than others, Starlight pointed out every pony to Trixie along with their names.

“This is Twilight Sparkle, our ‘Goddess’ if you would,” Purple. Prick. And goddess. Great.

“This one is Rainbow Dash, our head of the Pegasi units,” Blue, Rainbow mane fits in. Asshole.

“That is Applejack, and she is the head of our Earth Pony units,” Orange all over. Probably eats foals or something.

With a stern glare, Starlight finished. “This is Rarity, head of the Unicorn units,” White with a purple mane. Looks upper class. Decent I suppose.

“So!” Starlight clapped her hooves. “As to why Trixie is here. Well... how do I say this... basically, this is partially nepotism and partially a proper assignment,”

The command table fell silent. “So,” Rarity inquired. “This mare is your family?”

“No, she-”

“Apparently, I used to loooooove this pink pony before,” Trixie finished for Starlight. “Like some sort of faggot,” That explains everything! But that would mean... no I can’t be a fa Ew, this sandwich has eggs? Eh, I’ve had worse...

The table fell silent again as everyone turned to look at Trixie, who was munching on her sandwich.

Trixie swallowed her sandwich bite. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

Silence.

“You know, you guys are creeping me out...”

Silence.

Trixie nervously ate her sandwich, eyes darting between everypony on the command table.

After a full three minutes, Starlight said “Yes, like a... f-faggot...”

The whole table burst out into angry chatter, all aimed at Trixie. “‘Scuse me, but what in the fuck ma’am?” “Good heavens, what is wrong with you!” “That’s it! I’m gonna kill her!” “You’re even more stupid than I thought was possible! Gonna need to change my book...”

“Silence!” Trixie shouted. The whole table obeyed. “You telling me that you guys...” She pointed at the unicorns. “Aren’t only race traitors, but also faggots?”

“Well,” Twi responded, “Only Starlight is. Me and Rarity like stallions. Why, does it matter?”

Trixie sat there, stunned. Great! I just slept in a faggot’s room. What did she do to me?! Did she turn me gay?! Am I-

Starlight said “No, I did not. How would that even work?”

“Well, Trixie hissed, “as we all learnt at school, being gay is bad. But I went to a university. There we learned how the vile disease spread. Although it can’t be spread through the air, it can be spread through contact, and, as such, any fags should be avoided. Keeping that in mind, the worst thing you can do in sleep in a fag’s house; they’re sure to turn you gay overnight. And that’s exactly what happened last night, isn’t it...”

The whole table looked shocked, except for Starlight. Starlight just stared at Trixie, a tear in the corner of her eye. “Trixie...”

“Shut up,”

“Trixie-”

“Shut up-”

“TRIXIE!” The whole table now turned to Starlight, who was actively shaking with rage. “Shut up. Ok? Just shut up. No one else here believes in that propaganda. Any of it. There is no value assigned to you based on race; being gay is no disease; it’s called not being a mindless drone trained to serve that bitch Celestia. So you’re gonna shut the fuck up and remember what we used to do for all those years, ok?”

“B-”

“Do you understand?”

“I... yes...” Hooooooooooooooooooooly shit she’s crazy.

“Good,” Starlight sat up with a sigh. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to... go...” Starlight quickly stood up and started speed-walking back to her room.

For the next five minutes, everyone just sat there. In total silence. Everyone was processing what Trixie had said, what Starlight had done, and just... everything. Eventually, Twilight slammed a hoof on the table. “Oh, I’m remembering!”

“What!?” The rest of the established command asked, excitement on their faces. Trixie, however, looked on with a passive gaze. Her thoughts, however, ran rampant.

Remembering? What, that you’re an awful mare for being here? Or some bullshit about integrating these savages and monsters? This sandwich ain’t half bad. Pfft, stupid race traitor. Oh, maybe she’ll kill me for being true to my race. I should get another sandwich.

“So, back before the... y’know what, this Trixie mare...” Trixie’s ears perked up. “...was a traveling magician” Trixie stopped chewing. “And then she... brought an Ursa ma- no, minor into Ponyville! And then she...”

Trixie’s mind snapped.

Her memory flooded with everything she had done before... the thing. Her cart, her... Ponyville performance, her engagement to Starlight... Where was all this? What happened? Is this what they mean? When she looked to the other ponies, they all had similar looks of ephiphanies on their face.

“Trixie?” Twi asked. “That all sound right?”

“It’s... I... heresy!” Trixie slammed her hoof on the table. “Heresy! Heresy! Here... sy...” The group studied Trixie as she lost steam. “It... does...?”

“What, somethin’ wrong?” Appleflap (?) asked.

“I... shut up, you stupid... don’t know...” Stupid little... ugh...

“Ya need a minute to calm down or sumthin?”

Rather than respond, Trixie got up and slowly trudged back to Starlight’s room.

Trixie pushed the cyan door aside and walked into Starlight’s room. “Starlight...?” As she walked in, she saw Starlight laying on the bed, facing away from the door. Trixie gently closed the door behind her. “Hey...”

Starlight did not respond.

“Starlight...? Listen...” Trixie gently got up on the bed and laid down. “I... I’m sorry...”

Starlight’s ears flicked. “What?”

“I’m sorry. I... I didn’t realize what I was saying...”

Starlight sighed. “You sure s-sounded confident...”

“And I was at the moment,” Starlight flinched. Nice going idiot. “However, you know why, right...?”

“I... yeah...”

“I can’t say I love you, but I do know that I don’t hate you...”

Starlight stopped breathing for a few seconds, before saying “Get. Out,” Without another word, Trixie grabbed her bag, rolled it around her barrel, and left.

She arrived back at the officers room met by a few surprised glances. On the table was map of the border all 2 nations shared which centered on Canterlot - the “Canterlot Crucible” as many Unicorns had called it. Oddly enough, the map was 3D, and it was all shades of blue. There were lines pulsing through it like a movie - it looked just like a sci-fi projector.

On each of the three designated flanks lay a set of figurines; green on one, blue on another, and orange on the third. Oddly enough, there were black ones within the city. They weren’t very sophisticated, but they didn’t need to be; you could easily tell that green meant Earth by the horseshoe, blue meant pegasi by the wings, and orange meant unicorns by the horns. That meant

“We’re in Canterlot?!” Trixie asked.

“Yes. Say, what do you know of Unicorn troop movements?”

“I... well, my 31st division was moving towards the Earth pony front as of... uh...”

“Three days ago,” Applesmack swiped a hoof and an orange token was moved a bit closer to the Earth pony front. “Any other knowledge?”

“Well... uhhhh...”

“Troop type? Equipment?” Applecrack flicked her hoof to show an entirely new screen, full of statistics on the unicorns such as conscription ages, manpower pool, average gear, factories...

“Woah...”

“Answer the question,”

“Oh, ummm...” Trixie dashed her eyes over the screen. “The conscription ages are from 17 - 49 now...” A wince came from one of the other mares. “We have no grenades as the average soldier anymore... uhhh...” As Trixie gave Applejack information, the pony entered it in, changing the text in front of her. “Cool... and the factory count is at 700 according to news,”

After some quick deliberation, Applegack entered ‘70’. “I said 700 Applefack,”

“It’s Applejack, and that’s called propaganda,”

“I... ok...”

The map reappeared as a little blakc box in the center of the ceiling sprung to life, spewing out troop movements. “1st battalion 3rd ramparts; 2nd battalion 5th ramparts; 3rd battalion...” As it continued on, the black figurines were moved, supposedly in accordance with each announcement. After a couple minutes, the... thingy switched its tune; “We have reports that 1st battalion is severely understrength and in need of ponies, guns, and especially bullets. That is all,” The box clicked off.

“I can fight!” Trixie said eagerly, raising a hoof.

“Not with our gear,”

“I can learn!”

“True... Starlight is gonna kill me... leave, go straight left, don’t stop until you have to, then enter the third door on the left,”

Trixie saluted and ran off.

She swears she only has great intentions and no evil plans to shoot up the high command.

Author's Note

Comedic line at the end there. Didn't know how else to end this.