The Eclipse Civil War

Protection Protocols

A target was set for the Selsius. A target of great knowledge and power.

The Universal Council.

Immediately after the Selsius docked at the station, the president together with his special protection force stormed through the station, the place where he should go was clear: The Command Wing. The name says it all; it was the rather large side of the station which was responsible of the governmental administration of the known universe.

As Fenrir stormed through the unfortunate ones that were in his way, his protection team was threatening them to keep the distance or severe punishment will be conducted to the one daring to close the distance between him or her and the president. Fenrir did not like A target was set for the Selsius. A target of great knowledge and power.

The Universal Council.

Immediately after the Selsius docked at the station, the president together with his special Presidential Protection Force stormed through the station, the place where he should go was clear: The Command Wing. The name says it all: it was the rather large side of the station which was responsible of the governmental administration of the known universe.

As Fenrir stormed through the unfortunate ones that were in his way, his protection team was glaring at them to keep the distance or severe punishment will be conducted to the one daring to close the distance between him or her and the president. Fenrir did not like this. He was born to be leader, but not the type of leader that would distance himself from the ones around him. Quite the opposite. But here, of all places, he had to ‘prove his position’ to the main leaders of the council; in which he, ironically, was member of. By now, everyone was making way for him to pass. Everyone got the message: ‘Do not get close to the president, or risk being shot’.

The president approached a door. It looked like a simple door, if you ignore the 2 behemoths of soldiers standing at the sides of the door. Those behemoths were so big, they were double his size; and when it comes to brute force, a squadron of 5 could put down a revolt in record time. The door itself was an automated double door that could not be passed through if the guards did not allow it.

“Halt! Name, Species, position and Identification Card.” One of the guards snapped while blocking the door with a projected shield.

“Fenrir GoldenGod, Saurian, Total Commander of the Universal Council Army. Those 4 wolves are my guards. They will come with me.”

“No. Only the ones who have political implications within the council are allowed to enter. The guards will remain here. Otherwise you will not be allowed to pass this door.” The other guard replied firmly.

“I think you did not understand me. Those guards are my escort. If they are not coming with me, I will be sure that the council is notified of your absurd attempt to make fun; As every single politically implicated personage must have an escort. And I if I do not have my escort the council will be notified.” Fenrir was starting to lose his patience.

“No.” The guard said again; with a smirk on his lips.

'Oh so you are enjoying this? Fine. I can enjoy this as well.’

This was the last straw. Fenrir hated when people were trying to abuse of him or of their power. He also knew better than the two guards; as he actually knew the rules around. Fenrir nodded at the guards in around him and they soon pointed the weapons towards the behemoths. The behemoths started to panic slightly, as they know the leader of the Universal Army was not Saurian for nothing.

“You think I will stand for your petty and absurd behavior? I will have you know that the council have been notified about your behavior, and I was given permission to apply deadly force if you continue such absurdity.” Fenrir then took from his pocket his identification card to prove his identity; all while staring at the rather agitated guards.

“Well? It’s either us, or you. Now hurry up and make the decision, before you will regret it.” Fenrir showed his ID card to them.

Fenrir was aware that his guards would shoot them dead as soon as he gives the signal. He was also aware of the fact that there may be civilians either sneaking or be lost. This would just be beneficial, as they would see him as a person not to be messed with, and if people believed that it was anarchy in the council; he could easily blame it on the ones responsible with the security.

The guards let him pass afterwards without hesitation. They were scared. Fenrir could feel it. He didn’t actually inform the council, but he would do it the moment a third ‘no’ was spoken.

The wing was highly decorated and it has hallways that the eyes cannot see end of length heights beyond clouds. The station was larger than most planets he ever met, but it was one of the most accessible systems, since there were teleporters everywhere and at short distances. In the hallway there were many ambassadors, diplomats, world leaders, etc. There were of many species as well, however most of them were Reptilians. A normal side effect since the reptilians controlled the council.

The hallway was decorated with large curtains that were hanging on left side. There were almost like overly long flags. There were flags of many colors, but the ones most eye catching were the ones that represented the Reptilian Union.

‘Show-offs.’ Fenrir thought as he passed through the serenity of the hallway compared to what was on the other side of the door.

‘Everything non-reptilian, regardless of how prestigious or important it is; it will never shine like the reptilians.’ Fenrir thought sarcastically. And he was right. The reptilians were showing off a lot compared to other species. He still failed to understand why are they doing this.

‘Alright. I need to find my embassy here; and notify them of my requests. Things go faster when more capable hands are involved. Or in a future case… hooves.’

***

Before Fenrir left to talk to the Saurian ambassador about the tasks he has to accomplish, he left Arceus the task to inform the Council of his own galaxy about the recent discovery. The council of their origin galaxy had a simple, yet imposing name.

The Augustian Council.

Arceus was in his private chambers. The president specifically requested this information to be transmitted secretly, so Arceus decided to use the ships built-in antennae to deliver an encrypted and live transmission through the satellites that are spread throughout the universe. Luckily, because of their position within the Government of the Universe, they could isolate a channel for private use; as Fenrir suspected that those satellites are monitored by certain ‘Private Information Agencies.’

He was in his private chambers. A room which looked pretty simple. Bookshelves on the left and right walls, a glass window behind the chair which was facing a desk. The desk was neatly organized and a holographic screen was just beyond his desk, representing the pending request to talk with the members of the Council. Arceus made a plea to talk with all members of the council, and thus he had to wait because they had to gather.

Equestria was a situation well beyond what people might understand. It has a history. And that history was, and it still is, supposed to remain a faint memory of the old generation that shall never return in the present or future life of any generation. He knew that Fenrir had to handle the problem with care, because the Universe, unlike the Saurian fading generation and the vast majority of the old generation, did not forget one bit of what happened to them.

Furthermore, no real personalities, other than the bridge crew… no, all the crew of the Selsius knew. Because not even the strongest can stop someone of talking about something. In reality, it is only a matter of time until the whole Union finds out, and in the end; The Universe. Fenrir and Arceus have to act fast. They don’t know how much time they have until the word goes out. And what’s worse: If no action is taken on Equestria, secret or not; It has chances of over 95% of becoming a colony of ‘Racial mixtures’ rather than a planet with full racial independence and power.

There was once harmony on that planet. There has to be again. No matter what.

*Arceus, the Council is ready to begin the conversation*

“Put them on screen.” Arceus stated with his dry voice.

“It is an honor to have the chance to have a conversation with the leaders of Augustia once more. Good day, members.” He continued.

“Good day, Starlord Arceus. We would like to know why did you convoke the council. We presume it is a matter of importance.” One of the members spoke.

“In truth, this is a matter of great importance, Councilors.” Arceus responded blankly.

“And, pray tell, what is the subject of great importance?”

Arceus took a deep breath, put his hands one over the other and began explaining.

“Due to the level of secrecy required, I would like you to follow a series of steps, as direct statement could risk information leakage. Please access the Council historic archive and enter the following code in the index search, on behalf of the Leader of the Council; Fenrir GoldenGod the IVth: EQ.2.H4R.101.T3R”

All the members looked a bit confused, but they did as they complied. It was unfit of Arceus to have such an approach, but this was necessary. And after a short period of time, the council members threw daggers with their eyes at Arceus.

“Mr. Arceus. This subject is classified ‘T3R’. This stands for ‘Terminated’. What is the meaning of this?”

“The ‘T3R’ classification is no longer valid, Councilors. Due to our current position, details are hardly possible to release. However, I will be available to leave the core information to you.”

“Yes. Please continue.” The members were looking at him so intensely, it made Arceus feel like a child on stage.

“The conclusion of an exploration party left us to believe that the planet in question hosts sentient life forms that are bare perfect resemblance with the records. However, the current species is under the state of political division and entered an possibly very extensive civil war. Official visiting parties  were sent to only one side, namely the species that are living on the planet, for information gathering regarding the civil war and covert analysis of the species genuine origin There has also been an warp-in of a squadron of three pirate ships that was immediately eliminated. In this moment, we seek guidance on what should we do regarding this planet. That is all.” Arceus finished.

“We see. What is the president’s plan in combating this rather interesting situation?” Another member talked.

“I believe Mr. President wishes to claim the sector under the influence of the Saurian Democratic Union by political means. All military factors are taken into consideration only when sector security in under discussion. We do not wish for military dominance in our claiming attempt. I will send you the data gathered until now for further analysis.”

“Understood. We thank you for informing us on your performance, Starlord Arceus. Your information was certainly… revealing. Inform President Fenrir that this council shall not interfere with your attempts.” The council stated.

“I thank you for offering me a chance to inform you on a short notice and we also thank you for allowing us to proceed. Have a nice day.” Arceus said as he closed the conversation.

He was not sure whether it was a good idea for the Augustian Council to know. But Fenrir is a skilled politician in a very strong position. He has to have Equestrian Sector for themselves. Even if it meant war with a certain species that may want it.

***

Ambassador Salzar had received urgent orders to meet with the Mare in the Moon. Because of the surprise visit of the Emperor, he had to prepare the New Lunar Republic for the worst.

‘Inferior, impudent and greedy Saurians. Thinking they can take over protection protocols over Equestrian sector without proper formalities. We will see about that, Mr. Fenrir.’

He got his guards and used a hidden teleporter inside his embassy to get to the castle faster. If he does not do something about this, the reptilians on the moon are in trouble. Because of the Protection Protocols Fenrir acquired, he is allowed to even isolate the space around the planet and moon and keep away everything they want and keep full surveillance on both the planet and the moon. It would enter a ‘Quarantine Zone’ if he knows Fenrir well enough.

He teleported directly into the castles’ main courtyard. Packed with 4 guards, he was about to pass through all the royal guards the nasty way if necessary, just to reach the queen of the night.

He marched quickly, no guard dared defy the will of the angry looking reptilians armed with guns that were arguably bigger than the guards themselves. And as they closed the distance between the door to the throne room and themselves, Salzar was moving quicker and quicker. Until they finally arrived at the door, which was brutally kicked open by two of the guards, allowing Salzar to enter the room.

Nightmare Moon, in a second, engulfed the daring reptilians in her magic, snapped the poor lizards’ necks killing them instantly, turned them around, and pointed the weapon the dead guards have in their hand towards the intruders ready to kill the rest of them. Just to realize in horror she killed two of the guards that protected her only reliable contact for the Universe. She glanced at the guards who pointed their guns at her, with bloodlust in their eyes.

She expected a punishment of some sorts, but Salzar only did one thing: He laughed. The look in his eyes bared no trace of anger.

“I see that you are already prepared for the worst, eh? Oh don’t worry about him, he is just a lizard. Nothing special.”  Salzar looked actually pleased with what he saw.

‘Just a lizard? Is this how you treat your subordinates? Just some lizards?’ She thought as she left the lifeless corpse down.

“My deepest apologies, but I-“

“I am not here to kill my guards and discuss petty apologies. I am here to inform you about dire news.” Salzar shifted his tone to much grimmer one, his eyes striking Nightmare Moons soul.

“Those being?” The queen as well, became more serious as she noticed the reptilian guards leaving.

“The Saurian president has obtained Protection Protocols for your planet and moon. If you do not know what they are, they give the right to the bearer to do whatever they want with the target in question as long as it is protected by the bearer of the protocol.” Salzar said.

“I fail to see the negative effects on this news.”

“I will tell you the negative effects. The negative effects are that they can and will throw you on a quarantine zone. This means that they will isolate you from the outside universe and nothing will come out or in without them knowing. I will not be able to offer assistance from the outside. Neither should they know that there is a reptilian embassy on this satellite. If they find out, this will escalate into a universal scandal, with severe consequences! And let alone should you or we allow to  continue your war!” Salzar always hates creatures he has to explain to, and because of this; he tends to be angrier than usual. This was no exception. But here, he made a mistake.

Nightmare Moon closed the doors and locked them shut using her magic. She had enough. She engulfed the representative with her magic and shoved him onto on the floor, keeping him paralyzed by her magic. Then she closely advanced until she was over him, her hoof on his chest.

“Let me remind you to whom you are speaking to, Salzar. You are speaking to the Queen of the Night and Moon. I am the leader of the rebellion that sought to overcome the tyranny those sun-loving faces are to foolish and blind to see. I am the demi god of the night. What are you? You are a mere representative lizard whose only magic is that of giving orders. You are a preacher who talks more than does. And let me tell you exactly what are to me.” Nightmare moon approached her head closer to his, piercing his living soul and drifted her hoof towards his neck, ready to crush him.

“You are nothing for me. A government who more talks than does is nothing but useless institution. Your embassy is the same. I am aware of what you are doing to my ponies and guards, representative. This is not your home, you filthy reptilian. This is your working place, and I am your boss. You will help us eliminate the Solar Union by any means, or we will help ourselves with some of your equipment, understood? And don’t think that we will be at fault of this, because you will never have the chance to leave this place alive. You will either stop your aggression over me and my subjects, or there will be consequences, am I clear?” She finished, beginning to press on his neck hardly but not too much.

Salzar was horrified by the turn of events. He could not breathe at all because of that iron hoof she presses on his neck. Furthermore, turquoise dragon eyes were filled with fury and even a spark of deathly intentions were just making the situation worse. He did not have a choice. He either accepted what she told him, or he will die. The guard apprehension took her not more than 1 and a half seconds to execute. He thought that this species was a primitive one, it appeared to be at least. He had no choice but to accept, and so he did.

Nightmare Moon then released him. He could finally breathe normally. She backed away and looked at a window that revealed nothing but the starred sky. And 5 seconds later, her ethereal mane lashed at him, engulfing him completely and pulling him in the air. Her horn began to glow.

“Wh-What are you doing?!” Salzar began to panic. What else could she want? He was unarmed and for some reason, the blasted guards did not hear him!

“Oh nothing. Just a precaution measure.” She responded calmly as her she turned her head towards him.

With a horn glowing in a blue aura and turquoise eyes who turned into an otherworldly white, those were the last thing that Salzar saw before darkness engulfed his vision.