Rest my sister, as always I will guard the night

Changes. You wouldn't think that a word like that could have world changing implications. Would you? Eh, maybe some of you would. The others, not so much.

Let me start like this: When I say "changes", what do you think that means? A usurping? A coup d'etat? New polices? New amendments? A new verdict on Issue 545? Most of you probably assume that when I, one of the co-rulers of Equestria mention anything even remotely related to "changes" it will have life-altering consequences. And for the most of you that assume that, I say you are correct. The world is changing around us. What once was a Tyranny evolved into a monarchy. And what once was a monarchy evolved into a Diarchy. Even as I speak, a law is being passed by the house of City representatives. I alluded to it earlier; Issue 545. A law granting legislative, judicial, and executive powers to any elected citizen of the Equestrian state. As you already know, the issue has already sparked some contention with the conservative nationalists. Those for and against the bill are openly demonstrating in increasingly violent and sporadic demonstrations.

The nation is at a standstill. Civil war is tearing the country apart while foreign powers bristle, once again vying for both our territories and our lands. Princess Celestia and I, as a token of good will, have stepped down to try and ease the tension between the two factions. But it is not working. Those for the bill argue that we are power hungry and are doing too little. They accuse us of being unwilling to part with our power. Those in favor of centralized rule are saying that Equestria is not ready for self-rule. The Bearers of Harmony, national symbols of trust and unity are powerless in the face of this dissent. Love, tolerance, and friendship are faltering as brother turns against brother.  Ladies and Gentlemen, the country is on a collision course. With both Gryphica and Zebrica at our borders and an imminent civil war within our very cities, I ask you; do these desperate times call desperate measures?

Obviously you wouldn't be here if it didn't.

While my sister and I have given up a modicum of power, we still retain authority over matters of national security. Therefore, Princess Celestia, my sister and co-ruler of the nation of Equestria has sanctioned a covert operation.

Ladies and gentlemen, you are the hoof-picked. The best of the best. You all come from all walks of life. Some of you have been in the army for as long as you can remember. Others are relatively new. The point is, that doesn't matter.

There is a reason the Equestrian Nightguard only recruits volunteers. You all are to be both my personal protection, and my eyes, ears, and hooves. Already I have asked a great deal from you. I have asked you from you, your unswerving loyalty. I have asked you to forsake everything in pursuit of both personal, and national security. And now, I ask you one more thing.

As of right now; the entirety of the Equestrian Nightguard is a covert operation under my direct authority. The pony you are now, has ceased to be. Each and everyone of you has been erased from the annals of Equestria. From this day forward, you are all ghosts in the system. Forgettable faces glanced in the periphery. The nagging memory. From this day forwards, we are at war with every single country on this planet. We have been authorized to use any and all possible means to ensure the safety of Equestria, and in turn; have become it's guardians. We have the authority to imprison and or execute any and all persons who have been deemed threats to the safety of the nation. Domestic or otherwise. We have been granted permission to infiltrate all governments of the world in direct violation of the Starswirl Accords. If you have volunteered for espionage duty, know that the punishment you will face if your cover is blown will be severe.

I know the weight I have thrust upon your shoulders is a truly staggering one. And even as you feel, I do too. We, the few of the night, have been entrusted to watch the entirety of the state. We who keep watch when others are asleep, now hold power over their dreams. Our eyes and ears will be the eyes and ears of Equestria. Our swords, those striking on behalf of the nation. We are the rear-guard. Protecting the interests of Equestria at home and abroad.

Fret not however, you will not be alone in the field. Advancements in technological magic have given us the upper-hand in this cold war. All guards will be forced to undergo new physiological conditioning. Fitting you to withstand stressful situations and extreme torture. In addition, all guards will be fitted with vocal modulations and phenomenal augmentations, capable of swaying even the most stubborn of opposition. You will be injected with chemicals and drugs that will grant you a higher pain threshold and heighten your senses, allowing you to be more agile and withstand more hits. Unicorns and pegasi will undergo surgery to increase their muscle mass and horn length, granting each more power and speed. Earth ponies will be fitted with reflective skin-tight armor, capable of turning the wearer invisible.

What I ask of you all, is that you become the perfect soldiers. Capable of killing without a moments hesitation. I ask you to be uniform. Giving up all rights of personality. You will become sub-equine, merciless killers and calculating masterminds. You will loose everything that makes you a pony. Your morals, values, hopes, beliefs, and above all; your trust of any other living thing. I know I ask a lot. For some, too much. But the world is changing. All the old world values that have gotten us where we are must be abolished and destroyed. Know that we exist above and beyond the system. And above all, know that  we ARE the world changing implications.